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Buffy the Female Vampire Slayer, Part X
By Cal Y. Pygia
Buffy Summers was certainly no virgin. She'd lost her virginity to
Angel, a vampire, thereby releasing him from the Gypsy curse that, as
punishment for his having brutally killed the favorite daughter of their
tribe, had restored his soul, that his conscience might torment him as
he recalled the thousands of vicious, vile deeds he'd performed over the
two centuries during which he'd been a vamp. The handsome vampire was
well equipped, sexually, and his thick, hard cock had initiated her into
sexual intercourse only too well, leaving the tender tissues of her
pussy sore, bruised, and bloody. William the Bloody had been nicknamed
"Spike" because of his penchant for torturing his victims with railroad
spikes. However, Buffy knew, his nickname could have been inspired by
the long, delicious prick that dangled between his sinewy thighs. Like
Angel and, presumably, all other vampires, Spike ejaculated ice-cold
semen. She remembered the first time that Angel's icy seed had gushed
into the warm, wet chamber of her cunt. She'd jumped beneath her lover,
her long nails embedding themselves in his brawny back and making him
jump as well. He'd come profusely, filling her vagina again and again;
it had been as if someone had spurted a water pistol full of ice water
into her pussy. She shivered at the memory of the frigid blasts. Spike,
too, had filled Buffy's cunt to overflowing many times with his freezing
semen. There was nothing better to cool a girl off on a hot, hellish day
on the Sunnydale Hellmouth than to have Angel or Spike spew their arctic
sperm deep into her pussy.
Buffy had had human lovers, too. Parker had used her as a sex toy before
abandoning her. He'd been an accomplished, if not a loving, lover,
especially for a young man. Handsome as hell, he'd had a way with women,
Buffy included, and had charmed his way into the beds--and pussies--of
hundreds of girls by the time Buffy encountered the rogue in college.
The fucker was so charming, in fact, that he'd almost succeeded in
nailing Willow, even after the witch had given up on boys and taken a
girl as her lover. Any stud who could seduce a lesbian had to be hot,
and, there was no doubt about it, Parker had been hot. Too bad he'd
turned out to be such a fucking asshole. He'd earned a punch in his
potty mouth from Buffy's next flame, Riley Finn, the commando, when
Parker had asked him the riddle, "What's the difference between a toilet
and a freshman girl?," answering, "The toilet doesn't follow you around
after you use it."
Riley had been a handsome, virile stud, too. Tall, muscular, with
wholesome good looks, he'd been the good boy that Buffy had supposed
she'd wanted after her disastrous affair with Angel and Parker. She'd
had enough bad boys, she'd persuaded herself. Like all the men in her
past love life, Riley was well equipped, with a long, thick, hard cock
that he knew how to use. Still, there seemed to be something lacking in
their love life, and, eventually, Riley had left her to marry a female
commando. Spike made Buffy see that she needed a "little monster" in her
man. Despite her tragic encounters with Angel and Parker, Buffy entered
a needy relationship with Spike. Although sexually fulfilling, the
affair had also lacked emotional depth; ultimately, it, too, had failed
to satisfy Buffy.
On a secret level, Buffy had longed for Giles to fuck her. The Sunnydale
librarian, her Watcher, had been more than her mentor and her trainer.
He'd been like a father to her--he'd been more than a father to her. Her
own dad had abandoned her mom and her when Buffy was still a student at
Hemery High in L. A., before their parents had divorced and she and her
mother had moved to Sunnydale. Once a year, her father had taken her to
the Ice Capades, when their outing didn't interfere with his job.
Otherwise, she seldom heard from him. Like other children whose fathers
had abandoned them, Buffy ached for an adult male's company, affection,
encouragement, and love. In the person of her Watcher, the handsome,
dapper, but rather stodgy English librarian, Buffy had found a father
substitute who had had a genuine, fatherly love for her. Faith, the
rogue Slayer who was called after Kendra's death, had referred to Giles
as "young and cute," a description which, at the time, had made Buffy
want to barf. However, Faith's words had left an indelible impression
upon Buffy's subconscious mind, inspiring her to regard the fatherly
librarian in a different, forbidden light. Buffy had never realized that
she'd thought of Giles in such a fashion until Anya, the vengeance demon
whom Xander had jilted at the altar, had required that Giles fuck Buffy
in the ass as a condition for Buffy's gaining entry to the demon
dimension to which Anya had sent the witch.
Anya's spell had also removed their deep-set, natural inhibitions toward
one another, and Buffy and Giles had not been able to keep their eyes
off one another's nude bodies. Nude, Giles proved to be 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. After disrobing in Giles'
apartment, they had drawn a rough, inverted pentagram on the floor,
turned out the lights, and lit a candle, placing it in the center of the
upside-down, five-pointed star that represented the devil. Then, Giles
and Buffy had seated themselves across from one another and chanted the
prescribed ritual that Anya had given Buffy. As soon as they'd finished
the chant, a change come 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. Afterward, however, neither of
them had suffered from any such compunctions, and they'd 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. He'd seemed both fascinated and overjoyed at Buffy's
hermaphroditic state.
Giles had sidled up to the Slayer, ready to insert his manhood into her
pussy when Buffy had corrected him: "Not my pussy," Buffy corrected him.
"My ass. You have to butt fuck me, Anya said." Her Watcher hadn't batted
an eye. His only response was to grin as Buffy, under the vengeance
demon's spell had wiggled her butt invitingly, demanding that he stick
his dick up her ass and fuck her. Immediately, Giles had done so,
directing his erect cock between the silken globes of the young woman's
firm, luscious ass. Inch by slow inch, he'd fed his swollen organ
through the tight circle of her anus, feeling the sphincter spread wide
before his advancing member, admitting more and more of its thick, hard
length. He'd watched his huge prick vanish into the wide-stretched anus
between Buffy's impaled buttocks until the shaft was completely buried
within her bottom, his balls pressing firmly against the satin-soft
slopes that arched toward him. Again and again, he'd repeated this
action, withdrawing until only the purple glans of his reddened prick
remained within the Slayer's asshole and then driving forward with
brutal force, plunging his cock into the warm, smooth tunnel of Buffy's
rectum, her gorgeous, full, round buttocks bouncing before each renewed
assault.
Giles had spent himself inside the Slayer, spurting his thick, warm
semen deep into her ass. Afterward, his penis soft and limp, he'd
collapsed atop her--or would have, had she not teleported to this demon
dimension where, now, she lay, pinned to the ground by a crop of penis-
plants, three of which had poked their phallic stalks into her mouth,
her cunt, and her ass and were fucking her with wild abandon.
Buffy was in a hell of a predicament. It seemed that the plant penises
were able to elongate and thicken to whatever dimensions they chose--if
plants could choose--and they might lengthen and swell to a point that
Buffy's mouth and throat, cunt, and asshole could no longer accommodate
them, in which case--well, she didn't want to imagine the consequences
that might follow from such a state of affairs. The monstrous plant
stalks already filled her to the bursting point, stretching her asshole,
vagina, and lips far more than she would have thought possible. Maybe,
she thought hopefully, the tendrils had a built-in mechanism of some
sort that informed them as to how much space remained available for them
to fill and, once they'd filled the available space, the phallic stems
would stop growing. It seemed to Buffy that the phallic stalks had
stopped lengthening and expanding inside her orifices, now that they'd
occupied every square inch of them.
In surfing the 'net, Buffy had seen Anime images of nubile nudes
ensnared by tentacles resembling penises. These poor girls, although
mere cartoons, suffered a fate similar to that which Buffy herself was
now subject. Usually, the victims were violated in every orifice, as
Buffy herself was being violated, before they escaped or were rescued--
if they escaped or were rescued. Some were torn limb from limb
afterward, in an orgy of blood and semen that decorated the panels of
the sick online comics like streamers and ribbons of red and white
confetti. Well, damn it! Buffy had no intention of being dismembered or
of having her bloody entrails spewed over this hostile, alien landscape.
She was going to get free, rescue Willow, and get the hell out of this
damned demon dimension. Then, most likely, she was going to kill the
vengeance demon bitch, Anyanka, who was responsible for Willow's
abduction and Buffy's present dilemma.
Gritting her teeth, Buffy concentrated every bit of her superhuman
Slayer's strength in her arms, flexing the sinews in her forearms,
contracting her biceps, and stiffening her triceps. The penis stalks
that had wound themselves around her arms, like those that secured her
legs, tightened. The silent struggle between the Slayer and the phallic
plants continued. Buffy's entire body shuddered. Sweat poured from her
every pore. She gasped, gritting her teeth harder, her brow furrowing
with the strain of her effort to break the grip of the phalli wound
about her arms. She exhaled and took another deep breath, holding it as
she continued to struggle, twisting her upper body violently back and
forth and she bent her knees, pressing her bare feet hard against the
ground. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. "Uhhhhhhhhhh!" Her
breath shot from her lungs as she sobbed, frustrated. It was no good.
The fucking phalli were too strong. She couldn't break away from them.
Now that her memories of Angel, Spike, Parker, Riley, and Giles had
abandoned her to her present fate and she'd failed to free herself,
Buffy was, once again, conscious of the assault of the three pricks upon
her person. Once more, she felt used and abused, as unclean as if she
were a slut or a whore rather than a victim. She felt dirty and vile,
wanton and impure. She was ashamed. She was mortified. Thick, warm, and
wet, tears, as large as the fiery yellow-orange topaz that burned in the
gold setting of her high school graduation ring, dribbled over her
cheeks. She closed her blurry eyes, wishing she were dead.
The prick that filled Buffy's mouth lurched between the wide ring of her
smooth, pink lips, poking back and forth across her saliva-slick tongue
and between the fleshly walls of her inner cheeks. It shoved roughly
past her uvula, into the top of her throat, past her tonsils, and along
her esophagus. Breathing through her nose, Buffy managed to repress the
gag reflex that made her feel as though she must retch. The phallus
oozed semen both from its swollen, purple glans and from the pore-like
openings along its fleshly shaft, and the Slayer could taste the warm,
salty nectar of its seed as the stalk shoved continuously into her mouth
and throat. Meanwhile, the second phallus fucked her cunt, bouncing her
cock and balls as it thrust deep into the warm-wet-softness of her rich
pink vagina. The swollen tendril so completely filled her cunt that
Buffy felt that she might be in the late stages of a pregnancy. However,
her womb was filled not with a developing fetus but with a plump, stiff
cock, the semen-ooze of which mingled with her own juices. The third
prick crammed Buffy's asshole. Her anus had been stretched to many times
its normal size. She feared that, even when the monster-cock was not
seated up her bottom, her asshole would remain a reamed-out tunnel
rather than a small, tight, puckered opening. Should she ever manage to
return to her own world, any doctor who examined her would understand
that she'd had anal intercourse, because her stretched-wide anus would
be a sure giveaway. As if to reinforce her thoughts, the phallus that
occupied her rectum pounded her with further violence, hammering her
hard as the thick, hard cock slammed deeper and deeper within her
impaled buttocks.
Again, Buffy struggled, writhing and thrashing upon the ground, but it
was no use. She was held fast within the grip of the winding phalli, a
captive to the lusts of this demon dimension as, at the moment, they
were expressed, perversely and outrageously, through these vegetative
pricks that violated her not only sexually but emotionally and
spiritually as well. The demon inhabitants of this world seemed intent
upon ravishing her every way possible, that they might break her spirit
and her will.
Buffy ceased struggling. She lay still, surrendering herself to the
threefold assault, accepting the cock in her mouth, the prick in her
cunt, and the penis in her ass. Perhaps, as with the penises of vampires
and men, once the damned plant-phalli reached orgasm, spilling their
foul seed, they would wilt and droop, withering like the fruit of a
blighted vine. Maybe then, when the demon-pricks were satiated, the
cocks that pinned her to the ground would release her so that, dripping
blood and semen, she could hobble away in the night to nurse her wounds,
to nurture her rage, and to plot her revenge.
The Slayer opened her tear-filled eyes. They widened. Her heart skipped
a beat, and her muscles tensed. Standing before her was a transparent
likeness of the witch she'd come to rescue. Like Buffy, Willow was also
naked. It was disconcerting to view the dark sky through the witch's
face, shoulders, breasts, and tummy and to see the dark shadows of the
penis-plants through her groin, hips, and legs--disconcerting, but
wonderful!
Willow! Buffy thought. She would have given voice to her friend's name,
and she would have smiled with delight, had it not been for the thick,
hard cock that stuffed her mouth and filled her throat.
"Buffy!" the see-through Willow cried, distressed at the plight of her
friend, the mighty Slayer whom the witch had never thought she'd see in
such a predicament as this. Then, Willow's wide eyes caught sight of the
erect cock being sucked by the tubular plant stalk and of the clump of
testicles within the Slayer's tight, bunched scrotum. "Buffy!" she
exclaimed a second time, her tone one of amazement and shock. "You're a
boy!" Her brow furrowed in confusion, the witch looked again at her
helpless friend. "No," she corrected herself, "not a boy, but a boy-
girl, a girl-boy." She shook her head.
Help me! Buffy screamed silently.
Willow shook her head at the astounding contradiction represented by the
Slayer's having pert tits, a cock-stuffed cunt, and a stiff cock
standing upright above a pair of balls. "A shemale vampire slayer?" she
said dubiously. Then, she smiled, thinking of how much fun she and Buffy
could have together. First, though, she must set her friend free, Willow
realized. She smiled at the thought that she would be rescuing the
rescuer.
Sensing the witch's presence, several of the penis-plants' phallic
stalks reared, waving back and forth. Suddenly, one shot forward,
darting between Willow's translucent legs. It wriggled, shoving itself
toward the witch's labia, but it was unable to gain access to her cunt.
Willow, it seemed, was not only see-through, but she was also
invulnerable to the grotesque phallus. Instead of penetrating her, it
slid right through her, as if she were a ghost. Another plant-penis
jabbed at Willow's buttocks, with no more success than the other cock.
Willow grinned.
Help me! Buffy shrieked in her mind.
Lifting her arms so that they extended from her shoulders, the witch
chanted. Thunder boomed, and the darkness trembled with flashes of
lightning.
Come on, Willow, Buffy urged silently.
A hard rain began to fall.
. . . to be continued. . . .
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