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Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer, Part V
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By the time that Buffy arrived at Rupert Giles' apartment, the former
librarian, her ex-Watcher, had just finished reading a new volume of
what Edgar Allan Poe, in The Raven, had referred to as a "curious and
quaint volume of forgotten lore." He'd just settled the large, leather-
bound volume back onto the shelf with the others of its kind when he
heard the knock at his front door.
He checked his watch. It was nearly nine o'clock. The hour wasn't late
for Buffy and her friends, although it would be past calling time for
the most older adults. There was a good chance, then, that his visitor
would be Buffy, Willow, Xander, or one of the others in the Slayer's
group, the "Scoobies" as they were wont to call themselves.
Nevertheless, in Sunnydale, one could never be too careful. Before
opening the door, Giles picked up the crossbow on the table in his
entrance hall and notched a wooden arrow into its string. He also
checked the large milk urn beside the door to make sure that it held
the broadsword that he kept there, in case it was a demon or some other
monster, rather than a vampire, who meant to do him harm. Since
Kakistos had fooled Buffy and Faith into opening Faith's motel room
door by hiding behind the propped-up corpse of the motel manager, whom
his henchmen had just murdered, Giles and the others had learned that
it could be risky to open their doors even to someone whose identity
they'd identified by a quick gaze through their peepholes. It was still
a good thing to look through one's peephole, of course, and Giles did
just that, now, smiling to see that it was his former prot?g?, Buffy
the Vampire Slayer, who stood without.
In a few moments, he'd opened his deadbolt and the other locks and had
invited his visitor inside.
It took Buffy a little longer to share the details of her humiliating
transformation and even longer to explain the procedure that they would
have to perform if they ever expected to return Willow from the demon
dimension that Buffy had seen while she'd been having sex with Anya.
During the first part of the explanation, Giles said next to nothing,
regarding Buffy with a worried expression that made her think that he
might suppose her to have gone mad.
Finally, he said, "A penis? Testicles?"
Buffy, forlorn, nodded. "Giles, what am I going to do?"
Giles said nothing. He merely continued to study his former prot?g?.
When at last he did speak, it was with a tone of resignation. "There's
a spell."
Buffy brightened. "That's swell!"
Giles didn't return her smile. In fact, he looked way too somber for
Buffy.
"It is, isn't it?" she asked hopefully. "It's swell there's a spell?"
"A Feral demon's bite is nasty," he replied.
"Everyone keeps saying that!"
"And the effects tend to recur."
"That's what Anya said."
"But we can reverse the effects."
For the first time since the Feral demon had bitten her, Buffy looked
relieved.
"There's something more important for us to do first, though."
"Willow," Buffy said.
"Right." Giles looked at Buffy. She was blushing. Like her, he felt
utterly mortified, and he wondered if it showed on his face. "You're
sure there's no other way?"
"Not according to Anya."
"We can't, Buffy."
"We don't have a choice."
"There's always a choice."
"Not if we want Willow back."
"Think about what you're suggesting."
"I have thought about it, all the way over here, and I'm as grossed out
about it as you are. It's revolting and vile and disgusting, but
there's no other way, Giles."
"You're sure?"
Buffy felt tears gathering in her eyes. She blinked. "Yes."
Giles looked at the girl who'd been like a daughter to him since Buffy
had enrolled in Sunnydale High School at the age of sixteen. He
couldn't believe he was going to do what he was about to do, but, as
Buffy had said, he had no choice, any more than Buffy did, not if they
wanted to retrieve Willow from the demon dimension into which Anya had
cast the witch to spite Xander. "You're a fine friend, Buffy," he said
softly. "I know how hard this is for you." He did know, too, for it was
just as hard for him. They had Anya to thank for their predicament. It
was she who'd worked out the counter spell that would bring Willow back
from the demon dimension into which Anya had cast her. Anya had
stipulated the requirements of the ritual that they must perform to
retrieve Willow. After this was over, Anya would pay dearly for her
depraved treachery. Giles would see to it personally. He had a hunch
that Buffy would, too.
"Let's get it over with," Buffy said, and they took off their clothes.
To return Willow from the demon dimension, Buffy had to travel there.
Her ticket was to have sex with her mentor. Both Giles and Buffy were
horrified at the thought of having sex with one another. Not only was
Giles old enough to be her father, but he had been her father--or a
father surrogate, at least. From the time that Buffy was sixteen, Giles
had loved her, advised her, taught her, comforted and consoled her,
disciplined her, trained her, and, in general, cared for her. As his
superior on the Watchers' Council had declared, Giles had had a
"father's love for the child." It was unthinkable that he should now
have sex with her, but, if they ever wanted to see Willow again, that
is exactly what they'd have to do.
Once they were naked, try as they might, they could not completely
avert their eyes from one another's nakedness. It was a matter both of
human nature and of curiosity. Buffy and her mentor stole furtive
glances at each other. At last, Buffy got to see what Giles had
concealed under the heavy tweed suits he'd worn during his years as
Sunnydale High School's librarian, and he got to see what Buffy had
hidden beneath the stylish outfits--blouses, mini-skirts, and knee-
length boots, for the most part--that she had worn during her high
school days.
The renegade Slayer, Faith, had once described Giles as "young and
cute," and, although Buffy couldn't agree that he was young, she had
always thought him cute, in his own older-adult kind of way. Naked, he
was more than merely cute; he was sexy. He had broad shoulders, a deep
chest, a firm, flat abdomen, and sturdy thighs. His buttocks were small
and tight. His cock, even flaccid, was long--nine inches, Buffy
reckoned--thick, and circumcised. He had big balls, too, which, like
his large member, suggested both virility and potency.
Buffy had small breasts, but she was by no means flat, as Willow
appeared to be. Her tits were high, round, and firm, topped by pert
nipples surrounded by puffy areolas. Her tummy was concave. She had
long, shapely legs, if a bit thin, and a lovely round ass. The seven-
inch cock and the testicles-filled scrotum that hung from her girl's
groin were incongruous--and, Giles had to admit, if only to himself,
sexy. He was disappointed that he couldn't see her labia behind the
male genitals, but, from Buffy's earlier testimony in describing the
effects of the Feral demon's bite, he knew there was a functioning cunt
behind her cock and balls, which was also sexy. Despite his horror at
the idea of fucking what amounted to his own daughter, Giles felt his
cock stir as it swelled. To distract himself, he started to work
algebraic problems in his head. His burgeoning penis soon reverted to
its natural, flaccid state.
After disrobing, they drew a rough inverted pentagram on the floor of
Giles' apartment. They turned out the lights and lit a candle, which
they placed in the center of the upside-down, five-pointed star that
represented the devil. Then, Giles and Buffy sat opposite one another
and chanted the prescribed ritual that Anya had given Buffy:
Let them, who were as father and daughter, Each become the lover of the
other, Trading self-respect for shame, love for sex, Thereby breaking
the vengeance demon's hex. For each vampire the girl has turned to
dust, A thousand-thousand times increase her lust, That both the
Watcher and the Slayer be Free to realize their secret fantasies. Let
the prot?g? become but mouth, hands, Breasts, buttocks, cunt, cock, and
balls, to which stands Her mentor's virile member, thick, swollen, And
rigid from lust-filled thoughts of dire sin.
As soon as they'd finished the chant, a change comes over Buffy and
Giles. Moments before, they'd felt ashamed and humiliated, and they'd
averted their eyes from one another's nudity, Buffy feeling it as wrong
to be naked in front of the man she regarded as her father as Giles did
to be unclothed before the young woman he considered his daughter. Now,
however, neither suffered from any such compunctions, and they stared
boldly across the encircled pentagram that separated them, Buffy
admiring the swollen, stiff-standing cock that rose against the former
librarian's pubes and belly, and Giles marveling at Buffy's small, pert
breasts, concave tummy, smooth, creamy thighs, and the light blonde
wisps of hair that decorated her lower abdomen, above her own erect
penis and tightly contracted scrotum. The knowledge that she was also
equipped with a functional pussy was all the more enticing. Giles made
a mental note to thank Anya. If it hadn't been for the vengeance demon,
he'd never have
seen Buffy naked, nor would he have had the opportunity, as he did now,
of fucking the delectable hottie his prot?g? had been ever since he'd
first laid eyes on her as a teen. Even then, he realized, he'd wanted
to stuff his prick up her cunt and fuck her fast and hard, but he'd
repressed these desires so thoroughly that he'd been unaware of them--
until now. The spell enabled him to acknowledge his deepest, most
secret desires. He wondered if Buffy had harbored similar forbidden
fantasies about him, her mentor.
As the candle's flame leaped and fluttered, causing shadows to write
upon the walls and ceiling, the Slayer said, "Fuck me, Giles." She
looked at him with naked lust, unashamed. "I've wanted your thick, hard
British cock inside me since the day I arrived in Sunnydale."
Giles grinned. Rising, he skirted the circle. In a moment, he was at
her side. She smiled as he penetrated her mouth with his tongue, and
she swirled her own tongue around his as he did the same. Their mouths
were warm and wet, like twin cunts.
After a moment, Buffy withdrew, a tendril of saliva joining her lower
lip to her mentor's. "I can't wait," she breathed. "I have to feel you
inside me--now." She positioned herself on her elbows and her knees,
her legs spread wide and her ass high in the air.
Giles knelt behind her. He took his prick in hand, guiding it between
the rose-petal-soft petals of Buffy's cunt. She was already soaking
wet. The spell, Giles thought.
"Not my pussy," Buffy corrected him. "My ass. You have to butt fuck me,
Anya said."
Giles' grin widened further. Here was another reason to thank Anya. The
vengeance demon hadn't been content merely to make Buffy and her
mentor, as much like daughter and father as any who'd been related
through procreation, fuck each other; the demon had had to require that
their intercourse be anal, as if she'd been rubbing salt into the wound
of compelling them to commit incest. No doubt, Buffy had been horrified
to learn of this requirement, before she was under Anya's spell, but,
now, like Giles, the condition pleased her. She wiggled her but
invitingly. "Stick your dick up my ass," she demanded. "Fuck me!"
Giles didn't need to be told twice. He adjusted his position, hopping
on first one knee and then the other until, his kneecaps closer
together, he'd increased his height by as much as possible and inserted
his penis into the deep cleavage between Buffy's silken smooth
buttocks. He felt a few inches of the taut skin upon his distended,
rigid shaft slide past the sleek inward-curving slopes of the Slayer's
ass cheeks, and then his purple, swollen glans met the stout resistance
of Buffy's small, tight asshole. Giles studied the thickness of his
cock and the diminutive circle of his "daughter's" anus. It looked as
if his member would never fit within the ring of muscle that led to the
mire spacious accommodations of her rectum, but Giles knew that,
despite these appearances to the contrary, Buffy's sphincter would
expand sufficiently to accept his organ. It would be fun forcing his
cock into her tight little butt hole.
Taking Buffy's hips in his hands, he drew her lower body back as he
shoved his own hips forward, driving his glans through the Slayer's
anus, past the sphincter, and into her rectum. Her asshole contracted,
fluttering frantically about his erection, as if in a vain (but futile)
effort to dislodge the trespassing member. It felt wonderful to Giles,
as it did to Buffy. To him, the trembling, quivering anus felt like a
tiny circular clamp, squeezing and squeezing the circumference of his
cock. To her, her fluttering asshole seemed to milk his manhood,
wringing and wringing the thick shaft. The sensations were intense, for
both of them, almost overpowering.
Giles waited until the spasms subsided. Within a few moments, her anus
had relaxed, allowing Giles to slide the rest of his prick into her
buttocks, and he did so, watching as inch after inch of his thick, hard
cock vanished inside her impaled asshole, feeling its rigid length
slide past her silken ass cheeks.
Buffy moaned, biting her lower lip. Her own cock was stiff and swollen,
just like Giles', and she took her manhood in hand, stroking it fast
and hard. Beneath her risen, contracted scrotum, her labia felt like
drenched rose petals; cunt juices trickled down her inner thighs.
When he'd penetrated her ass to his balls, Giles paused, letting his
prot?g? feel what it was like to have her rectum crammed full of a
man's cock. Then, he withdrew, until only the tip of his penis remained
within the ring of her sphincter. He plunged his prick back into her
depths, flattening her firm, sleek buttocks under his pubes. She
grunted, her frame rocked forward by his thrust. He withdrew again,
shoving his erection again into her rectum, quickening the tempo with
each renewed assault upon her backside.
Buffy's fist pumped her cock. Her cunt was drenched. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
she cried, as the ecstasy that had been building inside her reached a
crescendo. An overwhelming tickling sensation swept through her loins,
and her penis, lurching and straining in her gripping palm, erupted,
spewing thick, warm semen over her belly and breasts.
"Uggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, delirious with passion.
Giles continued to fuck her, his cock a piston inside her bowels. He
shoved his hips hard and fast into her bouncing buttocks, ramming his
penis through her asshole before wrenching it free to thrust it again
into her rectum, deep and hard, hammering her. Her body rocked before
his assault.
Buffy grimaced, feeling as if her beloved mentor--her "father"--would
split her in half. Giles' cock was huge--nine inches, at least, and
thicker than her wrist--and her ass was small. Her asshole was even
smaller. She couldn't take such a pounding--yet, she was taking it. She
was the Slayer. As such, she had supernatural strength and endurance,
and she could recover and heal far more rapidly than any normal man or
woman. She wondered whether she'd have been able to take such a coring
had she been a mere mortal. She released her sperm-slick, sticky penis,
which was already beginning to wilt and droop, and concentrated upon
stimulating her stiff, swollen clitoris. As the hard, smooth bud of
flesh responded to her flicking, twirling fingertips, her attention
shifted from the uncomfortable sensation of having her stuffed ass
brutally fucked to the rising tide of passion sweeping through her
loins. Her cunt was a river, awash in its own juices.
Giles gritted his teeth, his brow furrowing as his thighs trembled and
his penis lurched inside Buffy's impaled ass. Orgasm swept through him.
His heart beat wildly. He breathed in short, quick gasps. He felt as if
he were being poured out through his penis, along with the semen that
spurted in thick jets from the smooth, hard column of flesh, deep into
the Slayer's bowels. He shuddered, crying out, and more of his seed
spewed into Buffy's depths. For all intents and purposes, he was
fucking his own daughter and, thanks to Anya's spell, the thought that
he and the Slayer were committing what amounted to incest, rather than
horrifying him, excited him terribly. More semen spurted from his cock,
geyser after geyser spraying the walls of Buffy's rectum.
Sensing that he was near the end of his climax, the Slayer shoved her
buttocks back hard, grinding them against her mentor's pubes. "Fuck me,
Giles!" she cried, wriggling her fingertips against her clit as more of
her cunt juices flooded her thighs.
Giles' semen spurted a last time, deep into Buffy's ass, as he
collapsed atop her, his heart hammering furiously and his chest pumping
like a bellows. A thick film of sweat bonded their naked bodies
together, and Buffy could feel Giles' heart beating between her
shoulder blades. He stayed inside her until his cock dwindled, passing
out of her gaping asshole like a small, soft turd and trailing his
vital fluid down the backs of her satin-soft thighs.
"Buffy," he sighed, utterly drained, spent, and satiated. His eyes
snapped wide, and his mouth gaped as he fell forward, onto the floor.
Buffy was no longer with him. She was gone, transported into the demon
dimension into which Anya had earlier cast Willow. Their act of anal
intercourse had worked, as the vengeance demon had vowed it would.
Now, hopefully, Buffy would be able to bring the witch back.
... to be continued....
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