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Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer, Part XI By Cal Y. Pygia Darkness had fallen upon the demon world. In the intermittent flashes of lightning that resulted from Willow's weather spell, the landscape was illuminated, and the horrible phallus-plants were revealed, writhing and thrashing. The cock-stalks within Buffy's mouth, cunt, and ass, and the hollow tubular stems attached to her nipples and cock also squirmed and wriggled. She shuddered at the feel of the thick, serpentine penis-stalks as they twisted inside her, lunging and plunging. She'd learned to repress her gag reflex and to relax the muscles in her throat, so that the erection that filled her esophagus could thrust back and forth without choking her. Still, she longed to have the foul prick-thing out of her mouth, just as she yearned to have the plant-penises removed from her vagina and her buttocks. Her asshole had been stretched beyond belief by the huge cock that stuffed her ass. Discomfort had become pain, and, still, the enormous prick pumped back and forth inside her wide-stretched asshole, driving deep into her bowels. The penis that fucked her cunt continued its wild, machine-gun-like ravishment of her sex, and her own cock and balls bounced, bobbed, and jiggled from the frantic pounding her impaled body was suffering. The abrupt appearance of Willow--transparent and invulnerable Willow--was a welcome surprise, just as the witch's spell was encouraging. Although the Slayer had no idea why her friend had cast a weather spell, Buffy was certain that the enchantment had something to do with rescuing her from the crop of penis-plants that pinned her to the ground and ravished her mouth, cunt, and ass--or, at least, she sure as hell hoped that the spell had something to do with rescuing her. The rain fell, thick and fast, reminding Buffy of the semen showers she'd experienced inside the demon dimension's cavernous planet pussy. This time, however, it was water, not warm, sticky seed, that poured from above, slanting like silver needles in the flare of the lightning that accompanied the thunder. Although the rain didn't hurt Buffy or Willow, it was like a strong acid to the penis-plants. As it fell upon them, sharp hisses filled the air. Smoke rose from the scorched and pitted flesh of the phalli, and the air filled with the awful odor--the stench, really--of burning flesh. The penis in Buffy's mouth withdrew, snatching itself free of her lips. It was covered with blisters. Smoke streamed from it. The rain had cooked the fleshly stalk as well as if it had been a sausage dropped in a vat of acid. The cock in her cunt suffered the same fate, erupting in running sores and roasting like a snake upon burning coals. Smoke poured from it as it thrashed, yanking itself from the Slayer's vagina and rolling itself desperately upon the ground in a vain attempt to soothe its burnt and burning skin. Finally, the plant- prick that had buried itself between the smooth cheeks of Buffy's gorgeous ass likewise began to smoke and splutter as blood and semen burst from its splitting shaft. It flung itself from the Slayer, vacating her rectum and her anus. The penises looped around her arms, pinning her to the ground, were also scorched by the acid rain. They unwound themselves, spinning free of their captive and wriggled across the landscape, seeking to escape the deadly rain. The hollow, tubular stems that had fixed themselves to the Slayer's nipples and cock twisted and reared, but the falling rain cut them into pieces as it burned through them at uneven intervals. Freed, Buffy looked to her friend for direction as to what they should do next. The transparent Willow clasped Buffy's hand in hers, a terrific rushing sound filled the Slayer's ears, and the bizarre landscape of phallic plants disappeared, along with the fierce storm and the darkness of the night. The rushing sound ceased, and Buffy found herself standing alone before a wide portico off of which opened tall, arched doorways. The portico's roof was supported with columns resembling gigantic, erect penises. "Willow?" Buffy called. There was no answer. She called her friend's name several more times, more loudly, but with the same result. The transparent Willow was nowhere to be seen or heard. The air was freezing. Buffy's nipples were stiff and swollen, like her cock, but her scrotum had shrunken drawing tight against her body to warm her balls. Gooseflesh rose upon her arms, legs, and ass. The night had been dark on the plain, but there was light here; torches burned in sconces set along the front of the massive portico, enabling Buffy to see the structure before which she stood and the slopes of the ice mountains that fell sharply away on every side of the building. It was obvious that Willow had transported her to the great hall that Buffy had viewed from afar upon her arrival in this demon dimension. Most likely, she supposed, this was the demons' palace, where Willow was being held captive. Prior to entering the building, Buffy examined the portico. She'd learned that it seldom paid to rush into new situations. Sometimes, surveying one's surroundings provided important clues--sometimes not. There were statues of naked men in alcoves between the doorways. Buffy looked at the niche that was closest to her. Its sculpture showed a handsome young man, hardly out of his teens, kneeling before an obese, older man. The youth was sucking the fat man's bloated cock. Tears streamed down his face. The title, etched in the pedestal, read, Initiation. The piece made Buffy feel uneasy. A deeper, implicit theme seemed to communicate itself subliminally through the scandalous work of art. She looked at the statue that occupied the next alcove. It showed a man on his elbows and knees. Behind him, another man, with an immense, erect cock jutting from the tight curls of his marble pubic hair, knelt, ready to penetrate his eagerly waiting partner. Both men were smiling, but there was something more than lust in their expressions; there was a demonic undertone that implied that, in participating in this act, they were somehow party to something much more decadent. In the pedestal, the title of the work was carved in deep letters: Humiliation. Involuntarily, Buffy shuddered. A third statue showed a heterosexual couple having sex. A slender youth had inserted his erect penis into the anus of a young woman. They were engaged in anal intercourse. Both were beautiful. The woman lay supine. Her back was arched and her hips raised so that, bent in this manner, her legs stretched past her shoulders and she was, quite literally, head over heels. Her position provided easy access to her lovely, shaved cunt, but the boy had chosen to engage her anally rather than vaginally. There seemed something familiar about both figures. Buffy stepped to her right, altering her perspective. Her eyes widened, her lower jaw dropping, as she discovered that the young man in the sculpture was not a man at all, but, rather, a hermaphrodite, as much a she as a he, with firm, high, round breasts, the cleft of a pair of dainty labia behind his--or her-- balls, and a fine, round, feminine ass atop smooth, shapely legs. Even more shocking, this hermaphroditic figure had Buffy's face! No, she realized, it didn't just have her face; the sculpted figure was Buffy! The fine hair; the wide hazel eyes with their thick, long lashes; the slender, rather pointed nose; the thin, bow lips; the perfect, small breasts; the downy pubes; the tender petals of the thick labia; the lean, lithe legs; the tight, compact ass--every inch of the splendid figure was a perfect depiction of the Slayer. Buffy gulped, focusing her attention more closely on the other figure. Willow! The pixie hairstyle; the thick- lashed, Anime-wide eyes; the tiny, button nose; the high, wide cheekbones; the thin-lipped pout; the tiny tits; the firm, tight buttocks; the long, sinuous legs--all were Willow, as exactly as the features of the hermaphrodite statue were those of Buffy herself! This was too spooky, Buffy thought. No one in this demon dimension-- except Willow--had ever seen Buffy. How could the demon-artist have captured her likeness so well? It was beyond freaky. It was unnerving. What's more, the sculpture, like the others, seemed to suggest something else, something atrocious, on a level deeper than the conscious. Buffy examined the title, which, like those of the other sculptures, was carved into the statue's pedestal: Travesty. Travesty of what, Buffy wondered as she passed the statue and entered the arched doorway. The portal led from the porch into a wide, tall, seemingly endless corridor of stone floor, stone walls, and stone ceiling. At twenty-foot intervals, ensconced torches illuminated the hallway. There were neither corridors nor chambers to the left or the right, just this interminable passageway that led deeper and deeper into the interior of this huge palace or fortress or whatever-it-was atop the icy mountains. If she wanted to find Willow, Buffy told herself, she must follow the corridor and hope that, sooner or later, she would discover the witch, who, hopefully, would be safe and sound. "Willow?" she called, not expecting to receive an answer. She received none, but her own voice echoed through the vast, cold, stone corridor: "Willow?" "Willow?" "Willow?" Buffy crept forward, her senses alert for any sign of the presence of demons, vampires, trolls, or other monsters. Her eyes scanned the hallway ahead of her. Her ears strained to pick up the least stray sound. Her nostrils quivered as she sought any scent that might suggest that someone or something was near at hand or to suggest that Willow could be near. Nothing--just the arctic cold and the hardness of the stone under her feet. She shrugged, continuing to steal down the stone hallway. Suddenly, the floor gave way beneath her bare feet, and she found herself falling through empty space. If another stone floor awaited her below, she'd likely be killed. At the very least, she'd be crippled. With a broken limb, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to continue her mission, to say nothing of escaping, especially if the limb were a leg. Instead of a floor, Buffy fell onto--or, rather, into--a pool of stagnant water. Upon breaking the surface of the calm, if torpid, water, she righted herself, so that her feet were pointed downward. As soon as her soles touched the pool's bottom--it, too, seemed to be made of stone--she kicked off, rocketing toward the surface. Buffy hadn't opened her eyes, as she would have if the water had been fresh and clear rather than murky and stale. She was afraid of what she might see. Maybe the water wasn't water, after all; maybe it was blood. Maybe the pool was full of dead things, too, including human or demon cadavers. On the other hand, maybe her imagination was just working overtime. No matter--she didn't want to know what, if anything, shared this pool with her. Her head broke the water, and Buffy spluttered, gasping for breath. A huge, clawed hand grabbed her around the neck and hoisted her from the water. Dangling from the gripping hand, Buffy could again see her surroundings, including the giant, shaggy beast-man-thing that held her. The grotesque figure was over ten feet tall, with broad, powerful shoulders; an expansive, shaggy chest; a barrel-size, furry belly; and thick, strong arms and legs. It's face--if the repulsive features could be said to constitute a face--was as ugly as it was disgusting. It's slits-for-eyes peered from below an outcropping of skull. A wide nose rose above thick slabs of leathery, wrinkled lips behind which showed long, thick, curved fangs. Whether it was male or female, Buffy couldn't say; its lower body was covered in thick fur, like an animal's; she could see neither cock nor balls, but that didn't necessarily mean that it didn't have such organs. They could easily be hidden under the shaggy pelt or, perhaps, they occupied a cavity within the huge creature's groin and slipped out, thick and swollen and ready for use, once the hideous creature became sexually aroused. It might be big, it might be bad, and it might be mean, Buffy reasoned, but she was still the Slayer and, although tiny compared to the bulky monster, Buffy had superhuman strength and stamina, and she was a more- than-able ass kicker, both by nature and by training. She drew back her fist and slammed it as hard as she could into the creature's ugly, misshapen face. That should get a reaction, she thought. The gigantic creature didn't flinch. It didn't wince. It didn't cringe. Instead, it simply flopped the naked Slayer over one shoulder and sauntered down the hallway that led to and from the dank, stagnant pool. Buffy kicked and pummeled the creature, but it took no more notice of these blows than it had the first; even the Slayer's mighty wallops were as nothing to it. Not being able to hurt the monster enraged Buffy. She wasn't used to feeling helpless, and she didn't like it, not one bit. Against demons, vampires, and other forces of darkness, she was a predator. In Sunnydale, her mere presence was enough to inspire terror in the hearts of such creatures. Here, in the grip of this shaggy demon-thing (or whatever the hell it was), she was powerless--not the predator, but the prey! The creature that carried Buffy was unaware, of course, of her thoughts. Even if it knew what she was thinking, it wouldn't have cared. It was intent upon fulfilling its mission, which was to bring the Slayer to its brethren and their ruler, the devil known as Baphomet. Within minutes, it had accomplished its purpose. Roughly, it tossed its burden onto the stone floor of the devil's throne room, and Buffy, cursing, sat up, the granite both hard and cold upon her bare ass and legs. "Buffy!" Willow cried. "Willow!" Buffy answered. The Slayer's redheaded friend was naked. She sat upon Baphomet. Her upper legs were spread wide, straddling his thighs. His big, powerful hands reached around her, from behind, to clutch the witch's tiny tits. His nails, thick and curved, dug into Willow's flesh. Beads of blood stood upon her breasts and belly. The devil's cock, which was as big around as the thick end of a baseball bat, was thrust up Willow's cunt, so only a few inches showed above his testicles-filled scrotum. Baphomet was as hideous as any demon Buffy had ever seen, whether in Sunnydale or in this hellish demon dimension. He sat upon a stone throne, the legs of which were human skulls, treated in some way, probably by enchantment, so that they were sturdy enough to support the tremendous weight of the throne and its gargantuan occupant. Behind the throne, the stone wall was carved with figures--men with men, women with women, and both sexes with demons--that depicted all manner of sexual perversity. On either side of the throne stood a statue of a beautiful hermaphrodite. Buffy didn't study these sculptures too closely; for all she knew, they, like the one on the portico, were portraits of her. Between the great, curved horns that rose from the top sides of Baphomet's head, a twisted, phallic, unicorn-like horn extended from his skull. Spread behind him were huge, leathery, bat-like wings. His head was that of a goat, and female breasts--quite beautiful ones--rose from the shaggy, matted fur that otherwise covered his chest. Like his chest, his belly was bald, but, from the waist down, his legs were furry and ended in cloven hooves, like a satyr's. His hands were like those of a man, except for the long, curved claws. From his shaggy groin, his penis rose, impaling the seated witch. "Let her go!" Buffy demanded. Baphomet laughed. The sound was harsh and grating; it made Buffy think of the howling of a wolf rather than an expression of merriment. "You are in no position to make demands upon me, Slayer," he reminded her. He paused before adding, "But I may release her, as you request--provided you prove yourself worthy." Buffy put her hands on her hips. "And how, exactly, do I do that?" The devil smiled. It was not a pretty sight, Buffy decided. "You have sex with my guards. If you survive that, you have sex with me. If you survive that, you and the witch are free to go." Buffy pretended to consider the devil king's offer. "How about I just rip your head off, instead?" she countered. Willow frowned, shaking her head as if to say, Not a good idea, Buff. The ghastly fangs showed as Baphomet smiled. "Please do," he invited her. Buffy launched herself toward the throne upon which the devil sat, his thick cock up Willow's pussy. The devil lifted a hand from Willow's breast and gestured dismissively in the Slayer's direction. A tremendous force swept her aside as if she were a straw figure come to life, and she was flung across the throne room, into one of the stone walls. She grimaced as pain shot through her entire body and crumpled to the floor, where she sagged upon her hands and knees, bruised and lacerated, the breath knocked out of her. As she struggled to regain her wind, Buffy was amazed to see what could only be demons shuffle, scuttle, creep, crawl, slither, and glide about the room. The sight of the deformed, misshapen, distorted, grotesque, and perverse creatures made Buffy gag. A shudder ran through her, more through her soul, it seemed, than through her body. The backside of one of these monstrous creatures faced Buffy, and she was shocked to see that there was a transparent hemisphere where its buttocks should have been. Instead of ankles and feet, its thin calves ended in branching twigs, as if the lower limbs had become wood rather than flesh. She saw something move inside the thing's hemispherical ass, and Buffy frowned, focusing on the movement. She was aghast to see a human face inside the demon's body, peering out at the world through the creature's glass posterior. A scuttling sound caught the Slayer's attention. Something with an armored body and a bird's skull for a head rode upon the back of a headless, plucked goose. Wearing a long, green cloak and hood, the monstrous minstrel strummed a harp that made horrible sounds like the screams of the tormented damned. A strange woman-tree hybrid crept across the chamber, holding a baby that, swaddled in strips of soiled linen, offered the appearance of an infant mummy. The face of the woman inside the hollow tree that formed, as it were, a strange exoskeleton, was gray and withered, as if it belonged to a corpse. The infant was cradled in the tree-woman's arms, which, lacking hands, ended in bent twigs rather than fingers. The top of the tree continued beyond the head of the corpse-like woman for whom the tree was a second skin or a wooden armor, but it was broken, barren of leaves, and dead. As Buffy watched the grotesque figure shuffle across the chamber, words recited themselves in her brain: But Bacchus Demanded punishment for so much evil. Mourning his singer's loss, he bound those women, All those who saw the murder, in a forest, Twisted their feet to roots, and thrust them deep Into unyielding earth. As a bird struggles Caught in a fowler's snare, and flaps and flutters And draws its bonds the tighter by its struggling, Even so the Thracian women, gripped by the soil, Fastened in desperate terror, writhed and struggled, But the roots held. They looked to see their fingers, Their toes, their nails, and saw the bark come creeping Up the smooth legs; they tried to smite their thighs With grieving hands, and struck on oak; their breasts Were oak, and oak their shoulders, and their arms You well might call long branches and be truthful. Buffy shuddered again. A beetle-man with spindly human arms and legs grasped a naked woman in its clawed hands and dragged her roughly across the hard, stone floor. A toad was fastened to each of her breasts, and a serpent wriggled inside her labia. A long penis hung from the beetle-man's armored groin. From it, he discharged a stream of foul-smelling, rust-colored urine, spewing the woman's face as he continued to drag her. She kicked and screamed, twisting and squirming in his grip, but he held fast to her. Another stream of urine showered her breasts, belly, cunt, and legs. The toads squirmed, but remained in place, secured to her bosom. The demons found exits in the walls or floor, vanishing between chinks of stone or through hidden grates or into holes they'd dug for themselves over the long centuries of their residence--or imprisonment--in Baphomet's palace. Only one remained. "My former consort, Baubo," Baphomet introduced the remaining demon to the Slayer. Buffy frowned, feeling sympathy as well as revulsion at the sight of the demon. Baubo consisted of the lower half of a naked woman's body, in which a pretty face appeared upon a full, perhaps pregnant, lower belly, the vagina forming, as it were, a cleft in the chin. The groin formed a dome--the creature's skull--topped with elaborately styled hair. The eyes were framed by dark mascara, which made them stand out, so to speak, thereby emphasizing that the face occupied the creature's lower belly. There was no bosom, no neck, no head, and no arms. "She was delightful," the devil said, "and, in her own way, quite beautiful, but the witch is lovelier still--and the inside of her is warm and soft and wet--oh, and tight! Her cunt fits my cock like a sheath fits a sword." Tears sprang to Buffy's eyes. "Willow," she whispered, "I'm sorry." "Buffy--" Willow started to reply, but Baphomet cut her off. "Silence!" His word was like the lash of a whip; both his captives winced. The stone chamber became as quiet as Spike's tomb when the vampire was not at home. The devil repeated his offer: "You have sex with my guards. If you survive that, you have sex with me. If you survive that, you and the witch are free to go." Buffy's wind had returned. She rose, shakily, and stared at the horrible devil on whose cock her friend was impaled. She looked at the deep claws embedded in Willow's bleeding breasts. As she looked on, Baphomet bit his new consort's neck. Buffy started forward, but she collided with an invisible wall, a magical force field that, presumably, Baphomet had conjured the moment that the Slayer had flung herself toward him. Rebounding from the imperceptible barrier, Buffy landed on her ass. How humiliating, she thought. The devil removed his mouth from Willow's neck, and Buffy saw two puncture wounds, much like those that a vampire left upon his or her victim's throat. Blood trickled from the bite. Baphomet smiled, looking at the Slayer. "What do you say to my terms?" he demanded. Buffy returned his scowl. "I accept them," she answered. "Buffy! No!" Willow protested. Ignoring her friend, Buffy said, "Bring them on." Baphomet's smile broadened into a grin. "You can't win," he predicted, "but you can--and will--be violated. Then, you shall die." "I can see why Baubo fell for you," Buffy quipped. "You're one hell of a sweet talker!" "Let the contests begin," Baphomet said. His legs bounced, his thighs flexing, and he drove his cock farther into Willow's cunt. The massive organ shone in the torchlight, wet with the witch's juices. The devil's hands squeezed Willow's tiny tits, and more blood flowed from the wounds his claws had made in her flesh. "I will fuck the witch while I watch," he announced. "She is wanton and likes to be fucked, don't you, Willow?" Willow said nothing. The devil shoved his cock into her vagina, his hands clamping her tits like vises. Willow gasped in pain. "Yes!" she replied. Baphomet laughed. Then, turning his attention to his new consort's would- be rescuer, the devil said, "Get on your knees, bitch!" Buffy did as she was told. If she wanted to rescue Willow, if she wanted to return to Sunnydale, if she wanted to see her friends again, she had no choice. This demon king was too powerful to defeat in hand-to-hand combat. If she beat him, it would have to be on his own terms--she would have to survive a gangbang--by demons. Four demons surrounded Buffy. They were naked, with long cocks and huge balls. Buffy glared up at them as she examined their odd bodies. Like everything in this demon dimension, their physiques seemed to be perverse mockeries of all that was normal and natural. One was blue, another red, the third green, and the fourth orange. They weren't painted; these colors were the result of their own warped pigmentation. One had scales. Another had armor plate. The third was equipped with bony ridges. The last was arrayed with thorny spikes. As they stood round the Slayer, they manipulated their penises with clawed fists, coiled tentacles, talon- equipped paws, or the pronged tips of leathery wings. Within minutes, the green demon had reached orgasm. He groaned loud and long, shaking his cock in Buffy's face. The hideous phallus, like the rest of his body, was equipped with bony ridges. The bony bands formed a spiral around the stiff, hard prick. His foul, olive-colored semen spurted from the tip of his prick, splattering against Buffy's face. A streamer unfurled in her hair. Another jet of the fetid seed spewed over Buffy's nose, coursing slowly down the bridge, past the corner of her mouth, and off her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts. A fourth squirt burst against the Slayer's forehead. She started to wipe the fluid from her face with the back of her hand, but Baphomet forbade her from doing so. "Leave it! Bathe his cock with your tongue!" the devil commanded. Buffy swallowed her disgust, extended her tongue and licked the semen from the demon's prick. The stuff was foul, bitter, vile. She gagged. "All of it," Baphomet ordered. Pausing to gag and retch, Buffy managed, at last, to lick up every last drop of the demon's sickening seed. Never had she tasted anything so appalling. She never wanted to taste anything as nasty again. While she'd been licking the green demon's olive-colored semen from his cock, the red demon reached the point of no return. Moaning, he emptied his load of thick, viscid, crimson semen into Buffy's face. Like the olive-colored semen with which it mingled, the red was as thick and as sticky as syrup. It festooned the Slayer's hair, brow, and cheeks. A strand of the horrible stuff stretched across her left eye, from brow to cheek. The demon rammed its scaly penis between Buffy's lips, smearing them with the seed that seeped and oozed from the tip of its member. Buffy closed her eyes against the tears of humiliation and rage that welled within them, hating these demons, hating Anya, and, most of all, hating herself. She felt as if she were no better than a slut or a whore, although she knew, at the same time, that she had not chosen to participate in these vile acts; they'd been, as it were, thrust upon her. The crimson sperm tasted as hideous as the first demon's olive-colored seed, but Buffy choked it down. As she was licking away the residue of the red demon's crimson semen, the blue, armor-plated fiend began to pump the flesh upon its cock furiously back and forth in its coiled tentacle, and a stream of sapphire semen gushed from its glans, splattering Buffy's lips and chin. The thick gunk trickled down her throat and breasts. The Slayer's face was streaked, smeared, and coated with olive-colored, crimson, and sapphire semen. It was quite colorful, in a grotesque fashion. More than anything, it was humiliating. Buffy kept her eyes and her mouth tightly shut, although, after each demon had ejaculated in her face, she was compelled to lick the excess scum from the brute's member, and the demons usually fucked her face, as their cocks remained stiff and swollen for some time after they'd climaxed before resuming their original flaccid state. She licked the cum from the red demon's scarlet cock and balls. It was as vile and nasty as its predecessors', tasting the way, Buffy imagined, vomit might taste. Like everything else in this hellish place, it was weird. The texture was not smooth; it was lumpy, like tapioca or oatmeal, the huge sperm within the semen giving it a coarse, unpleasant consistency. Buffy let a mouthful of the bitter seminal porridge dribble over her lower lip, down her chin, and onto her bosom. Three down, she thought, and one to go. The orange demon had been masturbating frantically as he watched his brethren ejaculate in the Slayer's beautiful face. His eyes flicked from Buffy's cum-covered face, semen-smeared bosom, and stiff, standing cock. The female breasts and the male cock and balls seemed to excite him. Buffy had her eyes closed, but she'd seen that the spiny-skinned demon's cock, fortunately, was not bristling with spikes the way that the rest of his body was. For that, she was thankful, because a face full of those tiny barbs would be painful, and they might also be disfiguring. The orange demon began to moan, announcing that ecstasy was imminent. Buffy closed her eyes more tightly; she didn't want the imp's vile semen in her eyes. She felt a warm blast against her nostrils, another against her lips and chin, a third against her left cheek, a fourth against her right eye, and a fifth against her forehead. In addition, she felt a stinging sensation with each load of cum that splattered against her flesh. The thing's sperm were tiny spines, and the sharp missiles stung as they pierced her skin. Horrified, Buffy's eyes snapped wide, and her lower jaw dropped--just in time to receive the last couple of spurts of seed from the demon's stiff, swollen cock. The tiny needles of his sperm shot into her mouth, and she felt them, sharp-pointed missiles, pierce her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Quickly, she snapped her jaws shut, taking a volley of the pointed sperm in her lower lip. She'd managed to shut her eyes again before any of the tiny spears of semen had punctured her eyeballs. Buffy's hair, brow, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin were awash in the demons' multi-colored semen. Gobs of blue, globs of orange, green lathers, and crimson froth decorated her features. Strands of sapphire, ribbons of ginger, olive-colored streamers, and pink banners bedecked and adorned the Slayer's pretty face; drops had dripped from her jaw and chin to her breasts, and she wore the bright globules like melted beads. The Slayer felt humiliated, disgraced, mortified. Never would she have allowed anyone, man or demon, to abase her in such a manner, spewing their seed into her face while she knelt before them like a whore, had it not been necessary to rescue Willow from these fiends. She knew this as surely as she knew her own name, but the knowledge did not prevent her from feeling like a slut. "You are a mess," Baphomet called to her, chuckling, "but a colorful mess." Buffy shot him a defiant glance, observing, in the process, that the giant demon, still seated upon his stone throne, with Willow upon his lap, was humping the witch. His cock was still huge and thick as a baseball bat. Willow winced with each thrust of his member into her tight, delicate pussy. "Lean forward," the devil commanded Buffy. "Position yourself on your elbows and knees, legs well spread, with your ass in the air." Buffy hesitated. Baphomet dug his claws more firmly into Willow's tiny breasts, and the witch cried out in pain. "Do it! Now!" the devil ordered. The Slayer obeyed, positioning herself as she'd been directed to do. She felt helpless in such a posture, her bare ass and the crescent curve of her cunt exposed from behind, her breasts, cock, and balls dangling beneath her in the front, the four demons' hideous cum trickling down her face and her bosom, a spectacle for Baphomet to enjoy and for poor Willow to witness as the devil continued to thrust his enormous cock into her pussy. The next demon entered the throne room. He was tall, with a magnificent body--wide shoulders, deep chest, tight abs, sinewy thighs and calves, strong arms, a powerful back, and tight, compact buttocks. His arms ended not in hands, but in suction cups. His balls were huge, dangling within the wrinkled pouch of his scrotum almost to his knees and swaying with his every step. His two-pronged cock was erect. It jutted from his groin, stiff and swollen with lust. A second, smaller shaft--about the size of an average human penis--branched off the underside of the main shaft, which was massive, angling so that, if Buffy were in the missionary position, on her back, as the larger shaft entered her cunt, the smaller would impale her anus. With a flutter of dread in the pit of her stomach, Buffy realized that, in her present position, the larger cock would penetrate her asshole, while the smaller member slid into her pussy. She wasn't sure that her anus--or, for that matter, her rectum--would be able to accommodate such a huge organ. The monstrous cock might rip her entrails apart. Baphomet's words echoed in her mind: "You have sex with my guards. If you survive that, you have sex with me. If you survive that, you and the witch are free to go." Suddenly, the devil's conditions took on truly ominous significance. After allowing Buffy a look at his bizarre genitals and the suction cups he possessed in lieu of hands, the demon took his place, kneeling behind the Slayer on the cold, hard, stone floor. She felt the thick glans of the longer penis slide past the inward-curving slopes of her sleek buttocks. The tip of the rubbery dome that topped the prick encountered Buffy's asshole. The tiny, puckered anus offered fierce resistance. Initially, despite his enormous strength, the fiend was unable to penetrate the Slayer's asshole. Like the rest of her, her anal sphincter was well toned and exceedingly strong. The demon fastened his suction cups upon Buffy's breasts. She could feel them clutching her tits in their close-fitting, rubbery grasp. It felt almost as if her tits had simply become larger, acquiring more tissue-- until the cups began to suck and squeeze her breasts. The sensations of the squeezing and the tickling, nursing sensations made Buffy weak in the knees and the stomach, and she moaned with intense pleasure, her nipples stiffening and swelling inside the suckling cups. Much to Buffy's annoyance and mortification, her cock, always erect, stiffened and swelled further. Another inch of the demon's erection slid past Buffy's smooth, soft buttocks, as the fiend redoubled his effort to penetrate the Slayer's asshole. She felt the pressure build against her anus. The tiny opening widened before the tremendous force; Buffy felt her asshole spread, opening to admit the invading organ. She grit her teeth, closing her eyes, as deep feelings of revulsion and shame overcame her, and tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. "Are you enjoying your friend's discomfort?" Baphomet asked Willow as he jammed his cock more deeply into her snug cunt. Willow said nothing. The devil tightened his claws in her breasts. Willow squealed. "Answer me, witch--or is it 'bitch'?" "No," Willow replied. Baphomet laughed. "You will." The pressure building against Buffy's asshole, already tremendous, increased still more. Her anus spread further. Abruptly, the stout defense gave way, and the Slayer felt several inches of the huge organ slide past the circle of her anus. She gasped. At first, as the demon had tried to penetrate her, Buffy had felt discomfort; now that his cock was lodged within her buttocks, she felt pain and, with it, uncharacteristically, fear. She was terrified that the cock would prove too large for her ass to accommodate and that it would split her in half or shred her entrails. Moreover, the dreadful feeling of helplessness again swept over her, as did the rage and the sense of condemnation. Whore! Slut! Bitch! These words screamed themselves inside her head, and, she'd learned, there was no denying them, even when she knew that she was not a voluntary participant in these shameful, brutal acts; to rescue Willow, she had no choice but to allow the demons to use and abuse her in any way that they wished, no matter how degrading. Her impaled asshole began to spasm, fluttering frantically about the thick, hard cock, as if in a desperate, but vain, effort to dislodge the invading member. The demon grinned, delighting in the flurry of sensations that the rapidly contracting and expanding ring of muscle produced along the shaft of his cock. Wonderful tendrils of pleasure and sparks of passion shot through his balls, and his own anus fluttered in response to hers. When the paroxysms subsided, the demon brutally shoved several more inches of his prick into Buffy's bowels. The Slayer gasped. "Are you enjoying the show yet?" Baphomet asked Willow. "Enjoy seeing my best friend abused by one of your fucking demons? Never!" Baphomet chuckled. His eight-inch-long, forked tongue licked the witch's neck, leaving a trail of drool in its wake. He jiggled her breasts in his cupped hands and shoved and jerked his prick back and forth inside her cunt a few times. Willow's pussy streamed with her warm, thick juices. She hated herself for the natural responses her vagina made to being fucked. She was a lesbian. She loved women, not men--and certainly not a devil that had a huge, grotesque prick and heavy balls--and, unknown as yet to Buffy, who, unlike Willow, hadn't seen Baphomet's chest--a pair of beautiful, womanly breasts. On the floor, the Slayer moaned, tears spilling from her closed eyes. The demon had slammed even more of its cock through her asshole, and, now, its second prick--or, rather, the smaller shaft that branched off from the underside of the larger one--brushed the lips of her cunt. Another inch of the upper shaft penetrated the Slayer's bottom; then, the smaller shaft slid past the petal-soft lips of Buffy's pussy. More tears, of pain and shame, spilled from her eyes. The tickling, flicking sensations that assaulted Buffy's nipples sent delicious waves of pleasure through her breasts, clitoris, and balls. The suction cups that the demon had affixed to her tits were equipped with tongue-like appendages. Wet and flexible, these accessories licked and lapped the swollen buds of the Slayer's nipples. More and more waves of pleasure swept through her, even as she felt mortified and ashamed because of the cock buried in her ass and the other one that continued to seek access to her cunt. Something wet also licked the Slayer's cock and balls. Buffy opened her eyes. A bright orange streamer of semen stretched from her left eyebrow to the bridge of her nose, partly obscuring her sight. She brushed it away with a fingertip. Looking down, past her dangling breasts, she spied the odd demon that Baphomet had identified earlier as his former consort, Baubo. The creature's back was toward Buffy, so she couldn't see the pretty face with the wide, mascara-framed eyes, the pert nose, and the bowed lips beneath the headless figure's coiffed hair. All Buffy could see was the demon's hair, which fell to its waist, and the smooth, shapely legs below its cute, dimpled buttocks. It was obvious, however, that Baubo was either sucking Buffy's cock or had inserted the Slayer's penis inside the cleft in its chin that was actually the entrance to its vagina. In any case, Buffy thought, it was damned disconcerting to see a human-like form that had neither neck, upper body, nor arms. Baubo, despite her pretty face, the cute labia-cleft in her chin, her lovely legs, her beautiful buttocks, and her stylish hair, remained but a caricature and a mockery of real women--no doubt, precisely as Baphomet intended her to be, looking like an armless, female version of Humpty Dumpty. The demon with the double-pronged dick jammed more of the larger branch of his cock into Buffy's asshole, and she shuddered, biting back a scream of pain and fear, not willing to admit her helplessness and her terror. The second, smaller branch of the fiend's cock slid deep into Buffy's pussy, and she felt her cunt juices rise in response, lubricating her pussy. Her asshole was not lubricated, however, and it was not meant to be fucked. As a consequence, the massive organ that filled it beyond its capacity was painful, as was every deeper thrust that it made into her rectum. Buffy was thankful, in an ironic, perverse way, that the clutching, stroking, licking sensations of the suction cups on her breasts and Baubo's mouth and tongue on her cock and balls took the edge off the discomfort and pain that being impaled by a huge cock in her ass and a lesser one in her cunt caused her to suffer. The mixture of pain and pleasure was, she realized, titillating, despite the incongruity of the two opposing sensations and the conflicting feelings, both physical and psychological, that their simultaneous experience stirred inside her. Buffy knew that she was being abused emotionally as well as sexually, but she almost no longer cared; she would rather give in to the confusion, become friends with the chaos, and enjoy the mixed feelings of pain, pleasure, guilt, fear, revulsion, self-contempt, and sexual passion. She'd like to abandon herself to these delicious, conflicting, tormenting sensations and emotions, letting them overwhelm her and possess her. The pain of the cock-thrusts into her cunt and ass were not contradicted, but complemented, by the tickling sensations in her nipples and breasts and the waves of pleasure that dashed along her cock and exploded in her balls. Bitch! Slut! Whore! She no longer minded the words that shouted themselves in her mind. In fact, she rather liked being called such vile names. They were sexy. Buffy's cock slipped out of Baubo's mouth, and she licked the smooth skin of the stiff, elongated shaft with her tongue. Baubo had no hands, but, even so, she was a superb cock sucker. More than once, she brought the Slayer to the brink of orgasm, then backed off, letting Buffy's sexual passion abate before she mounted another oral assault upon the young woman's perpetually hard prick, pausing to lap at the taut skin of the scrotum that surrounded Buffy's risen testicles. The suction cups also intensified and then lessened the nuzzling-licking-squeezing-nursing- caressing-pumping actions that they performed upon Buffy's cupped breasts, sending waves of pleasure undulating through her bosom and her cunt. These wonderful, delightful sensations both detracted from and enhanced the discomfort and pain that Buffy experienced as the demon's monster cock lunged and plunged through the impaled anus between Buffy's bouncing buttocks. The demon's balls pressed firmly against Buffy's upper thighs, its matted pubic hair rasping against the cleavage between her buttocks, as both prongs of its cock shoved into their respective orifices, all the way to the root. She could feel the stiff columns touching one another through the thin walls that separated her pussy and her rectum; they slid back and forth against one another as the demon double-fucked her with its two-pronged prick, adding both to its own sensations and to Buffy's as well. Back and forth, with greater rapidity and force each time, the demon rammed his pricks through Buffy's asshole and cunt, the former remaining dry while the latter released a flood of her warm, rich cunt juices. Buffy had never had a cock up her ass at the same time that she was being fucked in the cunt, and the flood of sensations, confounded even more by the welter of sensations that she felt in her nipples, areolas, breasts, clitoris, cock, and balls, overwhelmed her. She gasped, moaned, and, finally, screamed. "Buffy!" Willow cried in alarm. Baphomet laughed, thrusting his cock into the witch. "She's not hurt," he explained. "She's in the throes of ecstasy." Buffy had always thought the use of fireworks to represent orgasm was an exaggerated metaphor, but, now, in the grip of the greatest orgasm she'd ever experienced, the Slayer realized that, if anything, the metaphor was a pale visualization of the event. As her semen burst from her convulsing cock, into Baubo's hungry maw, Buffy's heart stammered, her breath came in gasps, her thighs shuddered, and her asshole trembled violently about the cock that penetrated her. She felt as if she'd died and come back to life a thousand times within the few seconds that it took for her to release the reservoir of sperm she ejaculated. At the same time, as Buffy reached orgasm, the suction cups fell from her breasts, and she felt the demon's hips press hard against her rear; a shudder ran through the fiend, and he howled, jerking his double-pronged dick from the Slayer's asshole and cunt to let the shafts spew his warm, viscid seed over her back, her ass cheeks, her perineum, her labia, and the backs of her thighs so that Buffy was kneeling in a pool of the thick fluid. Baubo continued to lick Buffy's semen from the Slayer's still-stiff cock and the double-dicked demon wiped the dregs of his oozing semen over the Slayer's cum-covered buttocks until Baphomet ordered them to desist. Reluctantly, upon their master's command, the lesser demons withdrew, leaving Buffy with a sore, gaping asshole, dripping, like most of the rest of her, with cum. Although she was aware that the demons had left, she remained in place, upon her elbows and knees, legs spread wide, with her ass in the air, showing her cavernous, well-reamed anus, her eyes upon the semen-covered floor. Willow didn't like the change that had come over her friend. Buffy had always been aggressive and confident, defiant and courageous. On her elbows and knees, in a pool of demon scum, her face and breasts, back, thighs, buttocks, and pussy bedecked, bejeweled, and garlanded in loops and beads and splatters of demon semen, she didn't look anything like the self-assured, kick-ass Slayer that Willow had known since their early high school days. She looked defeated, humbled, humiliated. "Look at me," Baphomet commanded. Obediently, Buffy raised her head, her hollow, empty eyes gazing upon the magnificent devil seated upon the stone throne, his huge cock stuffing Willow's cunt. Buffy wanted to look away, to avert her eyes. Baphomet's gaze was fiery and intense, like glowing coals. They seemed to burn into Buffy's heart and soul. However, to look away would be to invite the devil's wrath, for he had told her to look at him, and he had not given her permission to look away. "You have acquitted yourself well--so far," the devil informed Buffy, "but one match remains. If you survive it, you will pit yourself against me in a final contest. If you win, you may take Willow and return to your homeland. If you lose, you will join the witch as my consort and live here, with me, forever. Do you understand?" Buffy nodded, not trusting her voice. She was afraid her words might waver or that she might cry. Baphomet shoved Willow, and the witch stumbled away from him, tripping on one of the stairs that led up to the throne, and slid through a pool of demon semen, coming to a stop a few feet from Buffy. The devil stood, and Buffy saw its round, firm, high tits. Baphomet, like her, was a hermaphrodite--well, not quite. He was even more of a travesty of human sexuality than she was, for, despite her cock and balls, she had retained her cunt as well as her breasts, whereas the devil who now stood before her, cock erect, had no pussy. Instead, Baphomet had only the sexual accoutrements of the male sex, except for the beautiful, womanly breasts that adorned his chest. He was like Buffy--in her present, transformed state--but he was also different from her. Besides, Buffy's hermaphroditic state was the result of her having been bitten by a Feral demon; Baphomet's was self-induced, chosen. A spark of Buffy's inner fire flared. Her hesitant gaze became a glare. Baphomet grinned. The contest was far from over. The next demon to challenge Buffy had a feminine form. Actually, she looked like a human female, and a beautiful one at that. She had lustrous black hair, wide blue eyes, a thin, pert nose, and full, sensuous lips. Her neck was long and graceful, and her breasts were full, high, round, and firm. Her abdomen was slightly concave, and her hips were girlishly narrow. Her pubes were trimmed neatly, and the cleft of her sex showed at the nadir of her groin. Her legs were long, slender, and shapely. Her buttocks were full and soft, yet firm, and sleek. The only characteristic that gave her away as being a demon, as far as Buffy could determine, was the lizard-like tail that grew from the small of her back and ended at the tops of her calves. It swished back and forth in a wary, rather than a friendly, manner. The woman-thing approached Buffy. When it was close, it lay down on the semen-smeared floor, parting its legs wide, and waited. "Lick her cunt," Baphomet instructed Buffy. "Eat her pussy." The Slayer hesitated. Unlike Willow, Buffy wasn't a lesbian. The only other woman with whom she'd had sex was Anya. However, since the Feral demon's bite had bestowed both a penis and a pair of testicles upon her, Buffy hadn't been as repulsed by the idea of making love to another woman as she would have been before. This creature was no woman, though, no matter how much, excluding the lizard's tail, it might resemble one. It was a loathsome, disgusting demon--unlike Anya, whom Buffy knew and regarded as a friend--at least before Willow's abduction as a result of Anya's spell, this one, despite her beguiling beauty, was all fiend. "Remember our agreement," Baphomet said. "You have sex with my guards. If you survive that, you have sex with me. If you survive that, you and the witch are free to go." Reluctantly, Buffy knelt before the sacrilegious altar of the demon- woman's cunt. The creature responded by rolling backward, extending its legs over its shoulders, and presenting its buttocks and cunt to the Slayer. Grimacing, Buffy leaned forward, placing the tip of her moist, pink tongue against the bud of the demon's erect clitoris. Already, the fiend's cunt was wet. Buffy lapped at the hooded clit, and the demon moaned, writhing its hips. Buffy licked harder. The clitoris stirred, stiffening more. It lengthened. "Kiss it," Baphomet commanded. Buffy obeyed the devil's command, kissing the demon's clitoris. She stoked the still-lengthening shaft with her tongue. It was wet with the imp's juices. Despite herself, Buffy was becoming excited. Her nipples stiffened and swelled, and her cock pulsed. She supposed it was the extra testosterone that her testicles produced in addition to the meager supply that her pituitary gland furnished that made her so hot and horny, so turned on by a cunt in her face and her licking another woman's--or, rather, another female's--clit. She bent closer to the demon's sopping pussy, inserting the tip of her nose into the wet, slick crevice, and lifted her head slowly, trailing her nose through the smooth furrow. Next, she licked the groove, tasting the demon's warm juices. Her face shone with the demon-pussy's lubricant. Willow, lying upon the stone floor, where Baphomet had flung her, watched, wide eyed, as her best friend licked and nuzzled and stroked and petted and kissed the demon's clit, labia, and cunt. Buffy was obviously enjoying herself, and the sight of the blonde-haired honey relishing a flooded pussy enflamed Willow's lesbian passions. She'd give anything to be in the female demon's place. She thought about touching herself, but Willow didn't want release. She wanted the sexual tension inside her to mount. She wanted to feel hornier. Already, her pussy was swamped with her juices. If she were to start masturbating, she'd reach orgasm in an instant. Then, although she'd obtain relief, the wonderful feeling of being aroused would dissipate. Besides, she was more interested in watching Buffy eat pussy than she was in masturbating. As she licked the demon's wet, slick pussy, Buffy's own cunt became soaked, and her juices trickled, then streamed, down her smooth thighs. A drop of Cowper's fluid, or pre-cum, formed a clear bead at the slit atop the glans of her rigid, upright penis. Her balls were high in her tight, risen scrotum, and they ached painfully, in need of orgasm's release, despite the fact that, just minutes ago, she'd ejaculated a generous reserve of her molten seed. As Buffy continued to lick and lap and kiss the female demon's genitals, Willow studied the Slayer's asshole. With Buffy bent well forward at the waist, lapping cunt, her buttocks were spread above the crescent of her parted pussy, and the witch could see that the Slayer's anus remained as gaping as it had been when the double-dicked demon had fucked her fore and aft with his two-pronged phallus. Her asshole was huge--the size of a ping pong ball. The wide-stretched circle allowed Willow actually to look down, into her friend's ass and see the smooth, pink walls of Buffy's rectum. It was hard to believe that Buffy had survived having been fucked in her tight, fine ass by as enormous a prick as her demon lover had possessed. The power, the force, and the strength of the demon made Willow recall the times when, before she'd discovered the true nature of her sexuality, she and Oz had fucked. Even as a high school boy, between the times when full-moon madness transformed him into a werewolf, Oz had had terrific strength and stamina but, although he'd never fucked Willow in the butt, the witch didn't think that he'd have been able to ream her asshole the way the demon had reamed Buffy's, nor did Willow think that she could have taken such a pounding. If she and Tara hadn't made such fantastic lovers, Willow might, even now, consider returning to Boys' Town. However, her relationship with Tara had proven to Willow, once and for all, that her allegiance was with other women, socially, politically, emotionally, and sexually. Still, it had been highly erotic to see Buffy take a cock in both her cunt and her ass, just as it was thrilling to consider the results of her having been assaulted anally. The Slayer's gaping asshole was exciting as hell. The wet, slurping sounds that Buffy made as she licked the demon's cunt were also titillating. Buffy stroked the fiend's hooded clitoris with the tip of her tongue, nuzzled it with her lips, and bit gently at it with her teeth. The demon writhed, and her hips thrashed. Her legs flexed and bent. Her cunt was a river, an ocean. As Buffy drank the demon's cunt juices, she noticed that there was something else, besides the lizard-like tail, that marked the creature as a fiend. The imp's clitoris had lengthened to the size of a man's cock! It was seven inches long and as big around as a plump sausage. It differed only from an uncut cock in that there was no slit at its tip--no glans meatus, were the correct anatomical term to be used--and there was no glans as such--no purple-blue dome, or cock head. There were also no balls. The more Buffy continued to lick and stroke the damned thing, the longer and thicker and firmer it became. Willow crawled toward the couple. She wanted that demon-clitoris in her cunt. Baphomet said nothing, allowing the witch to join the others. While Buffy had licked the demon's pussy, the devil had masturbated, ejaculating great, thick gobs of viscid semen from his enormous prick. Now, he wiped the fluid onto his breasts, as if it were a lotion. The semen frothed under his rotating palms. Willow reached the Slayer and her demon lover. "Buffy," she rasped, her voice hoarse with pent-up desire. "Willow!" Buffy turned her shining, wet face toward her friend, and smiled. Willow grinned. "You really know how to turn a gal on," she confided, nodding toward the supine demon. "My pussy's drenched from watching you service her." "Want some?" Buffy asked. "Yours or the demon's?" Buffy arched an eyebrow. "The demon's?" Willow interpreted. "Of course," Buffy said. "You're Gay Girl, not me." "You could have fooled me, Buff, the way you were, like, chowing down on demon muff." Moving out of Willow's way, Buffy frowned at her friend. "Don't be a smart ass. You know I had no choice." Willow straddled the demon, guiding the now-nine-inch clitoris through her labia and into the warm, wet interior of her cunt. "Oooh! This is wonderful!" she cried as she gyrated her hips. Lifting her haunches, the redhead let herself drop back down upon the penis-size clitoris. "Uh!" She repeated the motion again and again, with increasing force and rapidity. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" The demon-clit felt similar to Oz's cock, when he'd used it to fuck her, years ago, except that, since it was a huge clitoris instead of a dick that lunged into her pussy, it was, emotionally, much more pleasurable for the lesbian witch. The demon seemed to enjoy the act as much as Willow. Its tail swooped between its legs and arched over Willow's back. The tip, finding the witch's anus, slipped through the ring of muscle, penetrating the redhead's ass. As Willow rode its clit-cock, the demon worked her tail deeper and deeper into her rectum. As the tail progressed into Willow's bowel, it thickened rather than narrowed, since it tapered from the thicker part that grew out of the imp's back to the slender tip at the other end. Willow's asshole widened more and more as additional inches of the thickening tail insinuated itself into the witch's backside. To Baphomet, it seemed that Willow was enjoying herself way too much. Anya, the vengeance demon, had dispatched the witch to Baphomet's demon dimension to be punished, not to be rewarded, for her friend Xander's having jilted Anya at the altar. "Enough!" the devil boomed. Willow stopped, sitting motionless atop the demon's clitoris. The demon, likewise, froze, with two thirds of its lizard's tail filling Willow's bowel. The devil looked at Buffy. "Congratulations, Slayer, you have won the contests against my minions. Now, you will face me. Survive, and you and the witch are free to go; lose, and you are both my eternal consorts, and, believe me when I tell you, I will delight in making your miserable existence a living hell." . . . to be continued. . . .