I just got suddenly bored and insipred to write something stupid. "I'm not sure if this will even make sense so bear with me. It's not betad but I had fun.
Xander looked at Buffy like she was insane. Unfortunately, she was.
"Listen, this isn't about the individual, alright!", Buffy spat out harshly, with a fantatical light glowing in her eyes before continuing, "This is about the MISSION! M - I - S - S - I - O - N!!! Got that, you dumb fuckbutts!?"
Xander and Willow looked at eachother incredulously, wondering if their beloved Slayer had finally flown the coop.
"Um, B-... Buffy," Willow began gently, as if talking to a petulant child, "Um, we all um... we all wanna support you. A-and the mission, well, that's important too, you know, " Willow gave a small forced smile to Buffy and Xander before adding, "But what you're proposing, Buffy, it's... I'm just not so sure our awesome fighting powers wouldn't be better directed, y'know, like, elsewhere."
Buffy looked at Willow, jaw clenched with a blank expression and blinked her eyes a few times.
"I thought a friendship was here that wasn't," Buffy said, deathly quiet, before turning to walk away.
"Buffy, wait!"
Xander couldn't bear to see everything fall to shit like it had last year, and the year before, and the year before that. It seemed that since they had left highschool, they couldn't work anything out. And Buffy's ego had grown in direct proportion to the number of demons she'd killed. But he was willing to forgive all that. It was what she was asking now that was too much for even him.
"Look," Buffy said, turning to give her former friends one last look, "you know I really don't understand where this dissonance is coming from. If we...if we could just, you know, follow the mission plan, things would be ok... Come on, Willow," Buffy reiterated, giving her distanced friend a longing glance.
"I'm sorry Buffy," Willow concluded, "we aren't going to build a garden fountain in your likeness with an intercom for special daily messages and speeches from you."
Buffy once again resumed a blank expression, jaw clenched and eyes blinking a few times before answerng, "Fine, go to hell, Jezebel."
Buffy's erratic behaviour and speech giving had increased, and Willow and Xander were sadly not surprised that Buffy was now using bible references in her diatribes.
"And she fell from the tower," Buffy quotes, a small humourless smile on her face, "and the dogs came and licked up her blood. So shall it be with you."
With that, the Slayer turned on her heel and walked out the front door, intending to step into the night and into the MISSION, into the fight. She smiled to herself as she revelled in the rhymes that seemed to pepper her thoughts like gentle literary blessings these days.
But not two blocks had she walked before she felt a wet drop on her forehead.
Is is starting to rain? Will my nightly dueling be in vain? Buffy contemplated, trying to gauge the moisture and atmospheric pressure with her spidey sense. Oddly enough, she couldn't sense anything.
But suddenly, she heard a rustle in the treetops above, and adjusted herself into a fighting stance. Now her spidey sense WAS telling her something was off. She backed away and looked up into the indecipherable darkness of the treetop, ready to strike. She never saw the frying pan that Willow hit her over the back of the head with.
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Several hours later a very tired, very confused and head-throbbing Buffy awoke to find her self, unsurprisingly, chained to a floor, tight ass high in the air as she was forced on her hands and knees to face the floor.
"Buffy," Willow's voice spoke, and Buffy immediately calmed. Whatever had gone wrong, whatever insanity Willow was planning, she could talk her down from it, make truth and love abound from it. She could restore their fight to the mission.
"No," the redhead's voice sounded again, and Buffy realized the bitch was inside her hyde, "there will, however, be alot of E-missions!" Buffy didn't like the snickering she heard in her head coming from Willow.
Suddenly, a door opened to her right, and about fifty large men came in, wearing lumber jackets.
"You see Buffy," Willow continued, "you're insane. We have to cure you of this, as your *cough* FRIENDS.... ehehehehe!!!"
Willow tried, but as Xander gave her a comical impression of Buffy choking on a banana, she couldn't help but laugh. She stifled it as best she could before continuing.
"You see, in the olden times, when a woman got on everyone's nerves and got all preachy and self-obsessed, they had a little cure for it. It's called, Kamanur Pheiss. That always shut her up real good. Enjoy your treatment, and don't forget to take a bath when you're done, bitch."
"WILLOW, WAIT DON'TLEAVEMEEEE!!!"
Buffy shouted in horror as the scene unfolded before her. Every man in the room dropped their pants, revealing plethora of penises in various stages of arousal.
Suddenly, Buffy, Slayer of demons and feared avenger of the underworld, was cowering, naked and on her hands and knees in front of fifty human semidressed men in lumber jackets.
"Hehehe... " there was much laughter among the travelling collective of lumberjacks that Willow and Xander had found at a gas station two hours ago to perform this 'cleansing' ritual.
"Look at that slut, on her hands and knees all chained up. What'd you do to get put on your hands and knees, cunt? Talk out of turn?"
"FUCK YOU!" , Buffy shot forth in murderous rage.
But just as the words sped from her lips, she felt a splash of warm liquid douse her left cheek. It had begun and she knew it. She knew exactly what the Kamanur ritual entailed, she and Willow had giggled when they'd found out about it in Giles' texts in college.
The Slayer jerked her head in aversion, trying to avoid the burst of sperm that had just shot all over her cheek, but she found herself face-to-balls with a large, meaty pink dick.
"Oh, yeah, " it's owner asserted, bobbing his penis against her cheeks as her face twisted in a mask of humiliation and pain.
"Please," Buffy whispered, defeated, "please stop it, I'll do anything. Anything you want, just please don't cum on my face."
But , "Shut up, cunt," was her only response, and the lumberjacks laughed as a thick glob of semen landed on her tongue.
Before long, Buffy was absolutely doused in seminal fluids. Despite the tears that fell from her eyes, she couldn't open them, for they were drenched in sperm. Her back, hair breasts and ass and pussy all had their own coating of white spunk. She'd also been forced to swallow the semen of more than twenty of the men. She hadn't been able ot fight back, and she knew this was because her supposed friend Willow had cast the accompanying "subservience" spell that would cause her to kneel down and do what she was told, including sucking cock and swallowing sperm or gargling it for any man who wanted to see her do this trick while they called her a cum-burping cock-smoking whore, among other names.
In the end, the fifty men left, sated, glad they'd met the redhead who'd told them about the blonde woman's fantasy of being dominated and cum on and forced to do things. Why else would she have willingly sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum when she didn't have to?
"Ah," Patrick said as he turned to his friend Marlon, "Somedays, it's good to be a lumberjack".
The pair both had a hearty laugh before leaving.
Buffy slumped onto the cold, cummy floor, defeated. She was utterly humiliated. Tasting those men's sperm had made her feel like absolute trash. She felt like she'd been put in her place. Which was what Xander and Willow wanted, after all. They'd always thought she was sexy, and now they would defy her authority, but more than that. She could already feel the sperm crusting into the 'sacred' texts that would bind her to Willow and Xander as her masters. She would live as their fuckslut, and when they told her to be silent, she would have to comply. Her freedom was over. She would slay demons by night and be their sperm receptacle and tongued vibrator by twilight.
Xander looked at his friend Willow, deep in the throes of a powerful spell. He could feel it taking him over too, the drop of semen they'd mixed with Willow's own vaginal discharge and dropped on Buffy's forehead (why did he ALWAYS have to be the one to hide in the trees and handle spooge!) had bound them to eachother and Buffy to them.
"All done," Willow said, looking into Xander's eyes, their friendship and lost love rekindled. They kissed, knowing things would be the way they should have from the start.
After all, when a woman gets out of line, cum on her face and shut her up!
Unless that woman isn't Buffy.