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Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Love, Trust and Monsters – Chapter 3
"How did she know it was there?" Buffy wondered. "Could she smell it or something."
Drusilla reached into the pocket of Buffy's neatly folded clothes, burning her fingertips a little as she spilled the cross on the floor.
"Why do you still wear it?"
"When I'm not here mistress, it's who I am. When I'm not with you, it's what I am."
"At least you wear my gift," Dru observed fingering the chain of pearls and toying with them, raising them up to her face and inhaling their scent.
"I never take them off mistress. Except when I have to go to the bathroom," Buffy wondered vaguely why she'd added the last bit and hoped she hadn't killed the mood.
"Do you trust me?" That question again.
"Yes mistress," Buffy answered. ‘Why did she need to ask?’
Drusilla took out a metal collar and looped it around Buffy's neck. Buffy looked uncertain for a moment but Drusilla's gentle lips on hers calmed her. If her mistress wished to do this, then it was all alright. She was Drusilla's slave and slaves wore collars. It was not her place to question.
Drusilla attached a lead to the collar and pulled Buffy gently to the floor. She walked her around the crypt on all fours, Buffy revelling in her humiliating subjugation, euphoric at Drusilla's dominance of her body. Eventually they stopped and Drusilla beckoned for Buffy to sit up.
The cold metallic clink of the handcuffs around her wrist was positively wondrous. She offered her free hand without being bidden and soon it was happily constrained as well. A deep erotic throbbing seemed to surge up from within her as her hands relaxed gratefully into their new, deeply desirable imprisonment.
The bit felt awkward between her teeth but she accepted it wordlessly. Next Drusilla produced a long black bar from her box of tricks and Buffy quailed for a moment, thinking she was to be beaten. But then she noticed the bracelets on the end and realised its true purpose.
She felt the metal loops circle her ankles, the bar forcing her legs apart as wide as they would go leaving her arse and cunny obscenely exposed. ‘Good thing I'm so flexible’ she observed quietly to herself. The nipple clamps almost caused her cry out but she was good, she said nothing that might upset her mistress. They're pinching was just the sweetest sensation she could imagine. Then came the blindfold. It held no fear for her, she was glad to be in Drusilla's power, content to be at her mercy.
She stayed on all fours for a long time, anticipating vainly what was to come, straining against her bonds and using all her slayer senses to try and gather some clues.
They picked up the swish of the whip before it struck her but she didn't recognise it for what it was.
It hurt, it really hurt. She cried out, or would have if the gag had not held her mouth firmly, denying her even that release. The whipping grew in its intensity. Her back and buttocks were soon stinging with fiery pain.
"No more please, mistress, I beg of you," she yelled in her mind, hoping Drusilla could read her thoughts.
No one was more surprised at her orgasm than Buffy. That the screaming pain within her could be transformed into pure pleasure was a revelation she could never have imagined. No, that wasn't true. It was something she could never have admitted, not even to herself. She'd always enjoyed her mother's spankings, just a little. She felt she must have been a very bad girl for her mistress to be so cruel to her. It was so good of Drusilla to take the time to punish her errant slave so, to reward her badness with pain. It made Buffy feel free, guiltless, whatever she had done wrong in her life she was making up for it now.
She thrust her hips backwards to meet each blow, craving more and more.
"Yes, yes, whip me again and yet again my one and only mistress, I deserve it so, I'm a wicked, wicked girl," she wanted to shout.
Drusilla stopped after three orgasms. Buffy knelt, trembling, waiting for whatever would come next, pain and pleasure swirling and melding uncontrollably throughout her body.
They were all around her in an instant. She felt a cock penetrate her cunny. For a second she thought it might be Drusilla using a strap on and warmed to it but as it thrust forwards into her she felt it's cold, hard flesh.
Vampire flesh.
She started to struggle in earnest but the bonds held her firm. Hands guided her own to a pair of cocks and she felt her fingers instinctively close around them, forced to masturbate them. A fourth cock lanced mercilessly into her anus, it felt as if she was being exquisitely split down the middle. The cocks in her cunny and arse lifted her bodily from the floor, she felt her feet flailing helplessly in the air. Her body was suspended off the ground by the two cocks thrusting and thrusting in unison, over and over again, ramming against one another's heads, separated by only a soft layer of her flesh. She found herself bucking her hips out to meet their stabbing penetration, participating in her double violation even as she tried to resist. The gag came out as she was lowered again, trying to scream but instead choking down two more cocks. She couldn't help but begin to reflexively lick and suck them. Fangs penetrated all over her body, sucking her blood down ravenously with none of the finesse Drusilla used.
She sobbed.
It ended here.
She was going to die here, rayped and violated on the filthy floor of the crypt. She would never see mom or Dawn or dad or anyone ever again. Maybe they would sire her and she would walk the night as a vile soulless demon but the real Buffy Summers would die in agony and without dignity, would never know another day.
And it was all her fault. She had surrendered herself to a monster and been betrayed. She had chosen this. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have trusted Drusilla?
She came. She came hard. She couldn't help it, the insistent thrusting of the cocks in every orifice, the tightness of the soft, delicate tissues of her arse wrapped around the rock hard cock there, sensing the incredible pleasure she was giving him and deriving pleasure from pleasing him so. It felt right somehow. She heard the male vamp moan and felt him shoot his cold lifeless seed deep into her bowels. She knew that he would be within her for hours after he withdrew, slowly seeping from her. Seconds later she was greedily swallowing what seemed like gallons of come down her throat. The others finished moments later. She slumped exhausted on the floor, whimpering and leaking sperm everywhere.
"Fuck her again or kill her now?"
Buffy quailed.
"Let's do both at once!"
"Hell no! This is the Slayer we're talking about here. I say we take a few weeks and enjoy her, wouldn't want to kill her too quickly and have another one turn up, would we?"
She tried to scream but nothing came. Yet screams echoed in her ears. She recognised the sound of battle instantly. Something splashed on her. blood? No, she recognised those screams. Only one thing made that sound, a vamp hit by holy water. Had Riley or Xander or someone followed her? How much had they seen? What would they think?
It didn't take long. At last there was silence again.
"There, there pet," Drusilla cooed.
She tried to flinch away but Drusilla hugged her firmly. She undid her bonds, leaving the blindfold until last. Buffy looked at the floor which was covered in ashes.
"Well done Buffy," Drusilla congratulated her. "You just killed every vampire in Sunnydale. You don't have to go anywhere tonight; you can stay with me."
She'd killed her own kind. Buffy realised that Dru had lured and slaughtered every vampire she could find just so that they could be together this one night. Drusilla had placed her at the vamp's mercy and Drusilla had rescued her in the nick of time.
She thought her mistress was truly wonderful. Why couldn't they all be like her? How fantastic the world would be if they just fed and didn't kill, if they were just predators and not evil, taking only what they needed, only when it was given willingly. They'd be welcome at every party, every home would want one.
She hugged Drusilla back for all that she was worth.
* * *
"Buffy?"
She ignored her, burying her head in the pillow.
"Buffy?"
"I know what you're going to say. Stow it."
"She's evil."
"I can control her. I'm not her slave, she's mine, she's the one enchanted with me."
Jenny pursed her lips. She toyed with Buffy's hair. "So how come you're wearing this?"
Her fingers pulled down the top of Buffy's pyjama bottoms and strayed between her hips. Buffy squirmed as Jenny traced her nails around the butt plug she now had lodged firmly in her anus. She turned to face her.
"It's for her. Something of her's inside me all the time. It's a symbol of my accepting her, of the bond between us. I carry it within me to show her how much I feel for her."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"It's a little uncomfortable at first but now I love it, I don't ever want to take it out," The only thing she disliked about it was that she couldn't wear her pearls at the same time.
Jenny nodded, the sincerity in Buffy's words was obvious. "I know you feel for her but she's a monster."
"She kills to eat. She's no worse than Miss Kitty catching a mouse or you eating a steak. But now she doesn't have to because she has me."
Jenny shook her head. "She's not a shark, Buffy. She doesn't kill to eat. She kills because that's what she is, she's evil, pure and simple."
"Then why did she come to me? And why didn't she kill me when she had the chance."
"Because she's insane."
"Make your mind up Jenny, which is she? Evil or insane?"
"Both."
"Last night she killed six vamps. She helped me kill a demon the night before. She's helped me save dozens of lives. She needs me and I want her. Where's the bad here?"
Buffy turned away from her. Jenny put her arms around her and put her lips to her ear. "I have to go now Buffy, heed my words."
Buffy took her hand. "He misses you. I miss you too, I'm sorry for what happened to you."
"It's ok, you can't save everyone. I'm glad he misses me but I'm glad he's moved on. I'll see him again, one day. We'll all be together."
Buffy smiled. "I've been hearing that a lot lately."
But Jenny was already gone.
"How did she know it was there?" Buffy wondered. "Could she smell it or something."
Drusilla reached into the pocket of Buffy's neatly folded clothes, burning her fingertips a little as she spilled the cross on the floor.
"Why do you still wear it?"
"When I'm not here mistress, it's who I am. When I'm not with you, it's what I am."
"At least you wear my gift," Dru observed fingering the chain of pearls and toying with them, raising them up to her face and inhaling their scent.
"I never take them off mistress. Except when I have to go to the bathroom," Buffy wondered vaguely why she'd added the last bit and hoped she hadn't killed the mood.
"Do you trust me?" That question again.
"Yes mistress," Buffy answered. ‘Why did she need to ask?’
Drusilla took out a metal collar and looped it around Buffy's neck. Buffy looked uncertain for a moment but Drusilla's gentle lips on hers calmed her. If her mistress wished to do this, then it was all alright. She was Drusilla's slave and slaves wore collars. It was not her place to question.
Drusilla attached a lead to the collar and pulled Buffy gently to the floor. She walked her around the crypt on all fours, Buffy revelling in her humiliating subjugation, euphoric at Drusilla's dominance of her body. Eventually they stopped and Drusilla beckoned for Buffy to sit up.
The cold metallic clink of the handcuffs around her wrist was positively wondrous. She offered her free hand without being bidden and soon it was happily constrained as well. A deep erotic throbbing seemed to surge up from within her as her hands relaxed gratefully into their new, deeply desirable imprisonment.
The bit felt awkward between her teeth but she accepted it wordlessly. Next Drusilla produced a long black bar from her box of tricks and Buffy quailed for a moment, thinking she was to be beaten. But then she noticed the bracelets on the end and realised its true purpose.
She felt the metal loops circle her ankles, the bar forcing her legs apart as wide as they would go leaving her arse and cunny obscenely exposed. ‘Good thing I'm so flexible’ she observed quietly to herself. The nipple clamps almost caused her cry out but she was good, she said nothing that might upset her mistress. They're pinching was just the sweetest sensation she could imagine. Then came the blindfold. It held no fear for her, she was glad to be in Drusilla's power, content to be at her mercy.
She stayed on all fours for a long time, anticipating vainly what was to come, straining against her bonds and using all her slayer senses to try and gather some clues.
They picked up the swish of the whip before it struck her but she didn't recognise it for what it was.
It hurt, it really hurt. She cried out, or would have if the gag had not held her mouth firmly, denying her even that release. The whipping grew in its intensity. Her back and buttocks were soon stinging with fiery pain.
"No more please, mistress, I beg of you," she yelled in her mind, hoping Drusilla could read her thoughts.
No one was more surprised at her orgasm than Buffy. That the screaming pain within her could be transformed into pure pleasure was a revelation she could never have imagined. No, that wasn't true. It was something she could never have admitted, not even to herself. She'd always enjoyed her mother's spankings, just a little. She felt she must have been a very bad girl for her mistress to be so cruel to her. It was so good of Drusilla to take the time to punish her errant slave so, to reward her badness with pain. It made Buffy feel free, guiltless, whatever she had done wrong in her life she was making up for it now.
She thrust her hips backwards to meet each blow, craving more and more.
"Yes, yes, whip me again and yet again my one and only mistress, I deserve it so, I'm a wicked, wicked girl," she wanted to shout.
Drusilla stopped after three orgasms. Buffy knelt, trembling, waiting for whatever would come next, pain and pleasure swirling and melding uncontrollably throughout her body.
They were all around her in an instant. She felt a cock penetrate her cunny. For a second she thought it might be Drusilla using a strap on and warmed to it but as it thrust forwards into her she felt it's cold, hard flesh.
Vampire flesh.
She started to struggle in earnest but the bonds held her firm. Hands guided her own to a pair of cocks and she felt her fingers instinctively close around them, forced to masturbate them. A fourth cock lanced mercilessly into her anus, it felt as if she was being exquisitely split down the middle. The cocks in her cunny and arse lifted her bodily from the floor, she felt her feet flailing helplessly in the air. Her body was suspended off the ground by the two cocks thrusting and thrusting in unison, over and over again, ramming against one another's heads, separated by only a soft layer of her flesh. She found herself bucking her hips out to meet their stabbing penetration, participating in her double violation even as she tried to resist. The gag came out as she was lowered again, trying to scream but instead choking down two more cocks. She couldn't help but begin to reflexively lick and suck them. Fangs penetrated all over her body, sucking her blood down ravenously with none of the finesse Drusilla used.
She sobbed.
It ended here.
She was going to die here, rayped and violated on the filthy floor of the crypt. She would never see mom or Dawn or dad or anyone ever again. Maybe they would sire her and she would walk the night as a vile soulless demon but the real Buffy Summers would die in agony and without dignity, would never know another day.
And it was all her fault. She had surrendered herself to a monster and been betrayed. She had chosen this. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have trusted Drusilla?
She came. She came hard. She couldn't help it, the insistent thrusting of the cocks in every orifice, the tightness of the soft, delicate tissues of her arse wrapped around the rock hard cock there, sensing the incredible pleasure she was giving him and deriving pleasure from pleasing him so. It felt right somehow. She heard the male vamp moan and felt him shoot his cold lifeless seed deep into her bowels. She knew that he would be within her for hours after he withdrew, slowly seeping from her. Seconds later she was greedily swallowing what seemed like gallons of come down her throat. The others finished moments later. She slumped exhausted on the floor, whimpering and leaking sperm everywhere.
"Fuck her again or kill her now?"
Buffy quailed.
"Let's do both at once!"
"Hell no! This is the Slayer we're talking about here. I say we take a few weeks and enjoy her, wouldn't want to kill her too quickly and have another one turn up, would we?"
She tried to scream but nothing came. Yet screams echoed in her ears. She recognised the sound of battle instantly. Something splashed on her. blood? No, she recognised those screams. Only one thing made that sound, a vamp hit by holy water. Had Riley or Xander or someone followed her? How much had they seen? What would they think?
It didn't take long. At last there was silence again.
"There, there pet," Drusilla cooed.
She tried to flinch away but Drusilla hugged her firmly. She undid her bonds, leaving the blindfold until last. Buffy looked at the floor which was covered in ashes.
"Well done Buffy," Drusilla congratulated her. "You just killed every vampire in Sunnydale. You don't have to go anywhere tonight; you can stay with me."
She'd killed her own kind. Buffy realised that Dru had lured and slaughtered every vampire she could find just so that they could be together this one night. Drusilla had placed her at the vamp's mercy and Drusilla had rescued her in the nick of time.
She thought her mistress was truly wonderful. Why couldn't they all be like her? How fantastic the world would be if they just fed and didn't kill, if they were just predators and not evil, taking only what they needed, only when it was given willingly. They'd be welcome at every party, every home would want one.
She hugged Drusilla back for all that she was worth.
* * *
"Buffy?"
She ignored her, burying her head in the pillow.
"Buffy?"
"I know what you're going to say. Stow it."
"She's evil."
"I can control her. I'm not her slave, she's mine, she's the one enchanted with me."
Jenny pursed her lips. She toyed with Buffy's hair. "So how come you're wearing this?"
Her fingers pulled down the top of Buffy's pyjama bottoms and strayed between her hips. Buffy squirmed as Jenny traced her nails around the butt plug she now had lodged firmly in her anus. She turned to face her.
"It's for her. Something of her's inside me all the time. It's a symbol of my accepting her, of the bond between us. I carry it within me to show her how much I feel for her."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"It's a little uncomfortable at first but now I love it, I don't ever want to take it out," The only thing she disliked about it was that she couldn't wear her pearls at the same time.
Jenny nodded, the sincerity in Buffy's words was obvious. "I know you feel for her but she's a monster."
"She kills to eat. She's no worse than Miss Kitty catching a mouse or you eating a steak. But now she doesn't have to because she has me."
Jenny shook her head. "She's not a shark, Buffy. She doesn't kill to eat. She kills because that's what she is, she's evil, pure and simple."
"Then why did she come to me? And why didn't she kill me when she had the chance."
"Because she's insane."
"Make your mind up Jenny, which is she? Evil or insane?"
"Both."
"Last night she killed six vamps. She helped me kill a demon the night before. She's helped me save dozens of lives. She needs me and I want her. Where's the bad here?"
Buffy turned away from her. Jenny put her arms around her and put her lips to her ear. "I have to go now Buffy, heed my words."
Buffy took her hand. "He misses you. I miss you too, I'm sorry for what happened to you."
"It's ok, you can't save everyone. I'm glad he misses me but I'm glad he's moved on. I'll see him again, one day. We'll all be together."
Buffy smiled. "I've been hearing that a lot lately."
But Jenny was already gone.
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