Author's note: I have a foreboding feeling as I publish this. I keep fearing that some parent or person who has controlling access to a child's outlook will give them this fiction, or decide to try it out on them or some other victim. I know this isn't the healthiest thing to write, and that it stems from a place of hatred and desire for destruction - both my own and others. But I'm posting it, and leaving this forward.
This story is part of an exclusive round robbin between me and my friends. I wanted to give my work a wider audience, so to bring you up to date, here's a little background:
Previously on Pledge Week...
Buffy :Riley, you're so sweet and this party's great
Riley:Want another non-alcoholic soda?
Buffy:I must have fallen asleep. I feel weak, maybe I'm gettin the flu.
Forrest:Time for some Slayer ass!
Buffy:Aah, raped and watched by the whole house, and being forced to come. This is awful!....I've been totally humiliated. But at least it's over. I mean, nothing more can happen to me, right?
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Ch3 $10 Whore
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"At least she felt secure in the knowledge that this was the worst of it - there was nothing more they could do to her."
Exhausted, Riley looked down at the abnormal whore who had thought she'd be good enough to be his girlfriend, a sick and lazy smile offsetting his chilling gaze. Just look at her, he thought to himself. She probaly thinks the worst of it is over.
"OUR TURN!"
The Wilcox twins, Jeremy and Patrick, stook about 6"7 each, and were alike in almost every manner. Neither one of them was exceedingly bright, but they were good at their jobs. Their uncanny ability to be aware of each other's thoughts helped them bring split teams into a symbiotic unity on hunting missions.
Buffy looked up, her face and body aching with the sickening dick reaming she had taken for hours. When she saw the size of the two men who had spoken, she wanted to cry. Only, she couldn't; it wasn't that she wasn't horrified at her plight, she simply had no more tears after hours of futile emotion.
The two quickly unbuckled their identical belts and unzipped, revealing that neither wore underwear. The metalic sound reverberated in Buffy's ears, somehow seeming louder than all the crude jeers to 'fuck the demon fuckin' cunt' and 'choke her on your meat'. Buffy was too exhausted to look up, but if she had, she would have been relieved. For both Wilcox twins, fully erect, were no more than three inches long, one inch wide and curved as well.
The pair quickly settled themselves at Buffy's rear, about to partake in their favourite sport: double anal rape. Several members of the Initiative had seen them do this to passed out sorority girls before, and while they regarded the idea of two penises being in such close contact mildly repulsive, they let it slide because it was interesting to watch. A disoriented sorority slut waking up and finding out that she had two cocks in her ass was also good for a laugh.
"Wha...", Buffy said, disoriented, wondering what her next torture would entail. Little did she know, she was about to endure her own 'entailing'.
Jeremy and Patrick just looked at each other, enjoying Buffy's horrified voice before they slide themselves at once into her bleeding lubricated ass. The attractive pair leaned into each other, each gazing at the other as if they were about to share an incestuous kiss. Instead they fed off one another's arousal, sliding into Buffy together.
Jeremy and Patrick's dicks slid around together in Buffy's ass, and because her tight orifice had been loosened by Forrest's rape and their comingled fluids of pleasure and pain, the Wilcox brothers thrust freely within her. The twins only ever had anal sex, for their penises were too small to enjoy a woman vaginally. And even if they had, what was the fun in having sex with a woman who wasn't in pain? Buffy was used to it for now, but she was the exception to their ass rapin' rule.
Some onlookers might say that their desire to hurt women would stem from the amount of times they'd been laughed at by potential lovers upon revealing their compact members, and those onlookers would be right. So the Wilcox brothers reamed Buffy's ass with glee, her tight space and lubrication being coupled with the pressure each of their penises gave rubbing against the other, making it an erotic experience for all.
This arousing experience was not lost to the Slayer, much to her horror. Buffy couldn't help it; she didn't want to be turned on, but this wasn't like what Forrest had done. It was tender, smaller, squirming... she couldn't believe it, it was humiliating, but the two small hooked penises in her ass were almost soothing. It was as if they were healing the damage Forrest's cock had done, and simultaneously bringing her to new heights of pleasure. It wasn't long before Buffy began to moan.
The cheers from the Initiative frat brothers died down as they began, with rapt fascination, to watch the whore begin to enjoy her double penetration. This ALWAYS happened!!! The Wilcox borthers were quite talented in that respect.
Jeremy and Patrick looked at one another knowingly : the slut was beginning to like it. And they were beginning to near their own orgasms. By now Buffy was panting harshly, babbbling incoherently and lost to the enchanting magic of the Wilcox brothers. And suddenly, she felt them pull out. The Slayer assumed they were simply going for deeper thrusts, but after several burning moments with an empty ass, Buffy opened her eyes to see what was occuring.
The twins stood in front of her, and for the first times she got a better look at the instruments she had just been pleasured with. They were small and ridiculous, grotesque almost, with freakishly large ballsacs hanging below them. Buffy laughed, she couldn't help it - the sight of the two large men grasping their penises and jerking the small organs in front of her was too droll for her to pretend otherwise. They chose that moment, with Buffy's mouth wide open and smiling, to unleash twin torrents of semen deep into her unsuspecting mouth.
Buffy choked as the first thick blasts hit the back of her throat, catching her unaware and travelling down her windpipe. As she struggled for air, twin jets shot again from the depths of their enormous sacs straight into her eyes, causing the Slayer to gurgle in pain and shut her eyes against further onslaught. Violent spurts of semen shot all over her face, some dripping down her chin and onto her breasts, others landing in her hair, nose and across her face.
When it was finally over, when the Brothers de Wilcox had spent themselves on Buffy's pretty face, applause erupted in the room. Every frat memeber who hadn't seen the brothers perform their sickening talents on some unfortunate unsuspecting or unconscious woman could now view it in all it's glory, displayed on a very much alive and conscious demon whore.
Patrick turned towards a fratmate, Lance.
"Did you get that?", he asked the film major.
"Sure did, it's all here," Lance said, not bothering to look up from his camcorder and focusing instead on Buffy's reaction.
Disugst and rage flooded every inch of her, and Buffy began to wail in earnest now. It was as if the liquid offerings she had been doused with gave her new strength, and the tears flowed freely this time. Yet she didn't know what to do. She felt so helpless. She was disgusted. Buffy had read about girls being 'hosed' , had even seen pictures of it once while looking at a nudie magazine of Xander's that Willow had swiped last year. She had known instantly that she hadn't wanted it to happen to her. It was so degrading an experience, and it was worse than most of her nightmares.
Her face warm with fresh coats of cum, Buffy tried to open her eyes, only to find that the whitish liquid hurt them too much. So she squatted on her knees, unsure of what would follow next.
"Hey, Buffy," she recognized Riley's abominable voice, " You look like a cheap whore. Why don't you clean yourself off!"
Raucous laughter ricochetted throughout the room, and Buffys cheeks turned redder than they had ever been in her life. Her rosy colour mixed with the cum on her face created a fetching pink glow.
"Now now, Riley, I believe that's my honour", Sorbon said.
The laughter in the room died down as all eyes focused on Sorbon, the rogue Initiative. In the corner of the room watching the rapes with silence and hungry eyes, Sorbon had let his fratmates have first pick, knowing they would be too ravenous to resist a taste of what was to cum. But now, it was time to hand the demon's cocksucking whore to him, and let him work.
Riley and the rest of the present frat brothers looked at Sorbon, then Buffy, then back to Sorbon. Some of them felt sorry for her. Others simply excited at what she would have to undergo at his hands. Riley himself wished he could watch the bitch whore slutfuck who'd thought he would ever pleasure a demon whore like her being 'turned' by Sorbon. Not turned in the vampiric sense. Turned in the Sorbon sense.
For this was not the first mass rape the members of the Initiative base in Sunnydale had taken part in; as long as there were no bodies found or reports connecting the missing women to them, their superiors looked the other way. Walsh actually encouraged it and saw it as a good way for her boys to relieve job related stress - by replacing it with blowjob related stress. And each of the two girls who had been subjected to Sorbon's whims had not been the same afterwards.
The blue eyed, raven haired Initiative brother looked at the Slayer, on her knees, her face covered with cum except where salted tears streamed through, betraying her pain. Cum-rosened blood dropped to the floor beneath her pussy, and her honeyed skin was beginning to mar with gentle bruising. Beautiful. She was so perfect - so perfect to degrade. God had favoured him when he'd been offered the chance to be alone with Buffy. Truth be told, he was offered all of the kidnapped or passed out women, but Sorbon was a selective gentleman. But truth be truthfully told, Sorbon was no gentlement. He was just one sick fuck who got off on hurting proud women who thought they didn't need to kneel at a man's feet. And Buffy had been proud way too long.
"Alright, boys," Riley spoke, looking at Sorbon, "Buffy's goin' into the shop for an attitude adjustment tonight, but uh, she should be good tomorrow".
His coy lowkey delivery brought laughter from the group, nervous and horny alike, before Riley and Sorbon made eye contact one last time. Riley then held up his end of the bargain, reaching over to the nighttable and pulling several tissues out of the green, spring flower patterned kleenex box before gripping Buffy by her hair and wiping the copious amount of cum that was on her face. He hated the idea of touching another man's spooge, it was faggy. But Sorbon wouldn't clean Buffy's face and he required that she see everything that was going on while he 'worked' with her.
When her face was clean enough for her to see, Sorbon walked over to Buffy, ran his gloved hand gently through her hair before grabbing it roughly and painfully, and dragged her across the floor, to the loud jeers of his frat brothers, down the hallway to his 'room'. Buffy screamed the whole time in pain and fear.
No one knew exactly what Sorbon had done to Buffy. However, when she was brought out the next afternoon, told to crawl on all fours unless otherwise dictated and on a chain leash, Riley could seen in her demeanour, the simple way she crawled, that she was broken inside. It was when she got closer and Sorbon instructed her to sit for her 'inspection', that Riley saw the extent of what Sorbon had done. Across her pert breasts, a marring tatoo spelled out, "Cum Here". She was collared, naturally, and her collar bore her name. But that wasn't the worst of it. Across her lower abdomen, her beautiful honeyed skin was scarred with black ink that spelled out, "Put Sperm Here", with an arrow pointing towards her pussy below, which was now shaven bare. After shaving it, Sorbon had performed an extremely painful all night electrolysis. She would forever be bare from now on. Buffy had cried early that morning after Sorbon had told her that she would never again be able to grow her own physical birthright. A tattoo she could erase, but she couldn't grow back her own hair from dead roots.
Of course, at the time, Sorbon had been tattooing Buffy's ass. Being that it was the first of the three plain tatoos on her sweet flesh, she hadn't been able to read it and didn't know that on each of her tender, supple cheeks was a sickening ink pattern that read, "5$".
"Beautiful," Riley said, surveying Sorbon's handiwork before adding, "Once again, you never disapoint. Shall I take her for her first meal?"
Sorbon looked at Riley, an amused twinkle in his eyes before answering, "Go ahead, it's all new to her. I'm sure this bitch is a little hungry after an all night session getting ready to serve the team."
The two sick Initiative brothers had a good laugh, before Riley took Buffy's leash from Sorbon and led her into her 'room', which consisted of a three foot crawl space, blanket and a small pillow. She would never be able to lay at full length in her 'room', it was sort of a dog house in size. Which was good, Riley thought, since Buffy was the new Initiative house dog and it would make her eager to get out and be fuckslut to the whole house. She would hate herself for it, but by the end of their time with her, she wouldn't just comply with the rapes, she would beg for them! He loved it.
As the locked 'door' shut behind her, Buffy was left to her own horrors in her new surroundings. She felt so broken, so used. She didn't know if she could ever come back. It was a good thing she was submissive, because as she contemplated the horrors that Sorbon had perpetrated upon her, including hosing her down with ice cold water to wash away the remains of her rapes and degradations, she reached over to the large bowl of food she'd seen in the right hand corner of her 'room' before Riley had left her in the darkness. Unfortunately, she didn't know it was filled with heated cum from the Spermatic Storage that Professor Walsh had built up in order to keep her boys' 'seed' on hand if the need to recreate them should arise. The boys had discovered it some months ago and had been waiting for an occasion to use it. It was the only food Buffy would receive during her 'visit' at the Initiative frathouse.
And in the dark, Buffy knew that if she got out of this, she could never tell anyone what had happend to her night before.
to be continued...
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