Author's note : For some reason I feel odd and bad posting this. So gals and guys? Fantasy. FANTASY. NOT REALITY. Not INTENDED for reality. That said, this chapter has Buffy going home to her new masters who treat her as a playtoy. F/F, F/F/M, F/gardenhose, sort of. Explicit mind-control.
In the end, Buffy was left wallowing in her humiliation (not to mention a good deal of cum) alone. For hours she sat in a makeshift cave corner, crying for her lost dignity and friendship. The revived Slayer wished her friends were here now, and that she hadn't given them the ultimatum of building a garden fountain or loss of her friendship. And at the same time she hated them viciously - with good reason. She would be bound to them for the rest of her life, and forced to enact their perverted fantasies.
"Giles", she thought to herself as she lay in the cold damp cave, "where are you?"
There was no answer.
But after a time, she heard Willow's voice in her head once more. Buffy jerked at the sudden intrusion of the witch's ethereal voice invading her sorrow and ordering her to come home.
"Wah fuckin' wah, slut. Jesus, Xander," Buffy could hear her her traitorous friends telegraphing between each other in her mind, " I thought this spell was supposed to shut her up. Listen, you're in a cave - up where Adam used to hide out by the edge of the cemetary. When you walk out, youll find a garden hose at the end that the caretaker uses to keep up the flower beds. Well, you're going to hose yourself off - " laughter could be heard in the background as Xander mused to himself that the tease had probably had her share of hosings for the night -" and when you're all cleaned up enough not to gross me out with manscum - no offense Xand - you're going to come home."
Buffy felt her hands clench in rage, and looked down at them, seeing the transcluscent imprint of the 'sacred' texts that were now a part of her, binding her as Willow and Xander's slave. She felt them in her. Then, without choice, she stood up and searched for her clothes. There were none. And yet, she knew inexplicably that Willow had asked them to remove her clothes. She felt the vicious witch's intentions, and knew that it was a sick 'payback' for not always being at her side whenever the nerd had walked down the street at night before her own powers had developed.
Buffy walked naked, covered in sperm and transluscent ancient text, to the edge of the cave. True to Willow's word, the Slayer found a blue garden hose on the grassy exterior in row of serpentine curls. Buffy helplessly picked it up before turning the rusty, flower-shaped faucet at the nearby pump and releasing a burst of cold water. The clear liquid was icy, and it was a chilly September night. The defeated Slayer nonetheless ran the icy water over her body, washing off the remnants of her oral rape bringing goosebumps to her skin. After a while, the cold spray felt like stabbing needles and she shivered in the nipple-enhancing temperature as she abused her own body for the pleasure of her masters.
When all of the remaining opaque liquid had been washed out of her hair, anus, vagina, toe crevices and other susceptible areas, the blonde Slayer whore turned off the ancient, rusted pump and walked into the night. As she walked toward her house, she fought not to cry. Despite the quickness to her steps, she encountered a fledgeling vampire who thought he was all too lucky to meet a perky titted blonde skank suffering from nippleitis on his birthnight. If he was destined to be a minion, as his Sire Lestat* had told him, perhaps he could have his own fuckbitch to beat and mistreat.
Ten minutes later, the Slayer knocked on the door of her own home, covered in vampire dust and waiting to gain entrance.
"Door's open, cunt", Willow called as she sat, in a tank top and nothing else, spread eagled on the Summers' residence Queen Anne's Lace chaise. Holding the TV remote in her hand, the red haired witch leisurely stroked her soaked pussy. She was glad her whore was home.
Buffy bristled at being spoken to in such a manner, at being left on her doorstep asking to gain entrance to her own fucking house. Then she turned the knob (the first of many knobs she would be handling) like a good submissive slut and entered the home. She stood naked, wet and shivering, much like the night on her eighteenth birthday when she and Angel had made love; only this time, she would shiver alone, unheld.
"How was patrolling, cocksucker," Xander said with a creepy, sleazy smile on his face as he sat on the couch and openly squeezed his bulge.
God, that demon-cocksucking cunt had been such a bitch to him. As soon as the misogynistic thought came out of his subconscious, Xander was shocked. But something had happened in the last while - the spell seemedd to be taking him over It wasn't just making Buffy his bitch, but the sadistic side that he'd kept hidden so well by belittleing his other girlfriends was now coming out in full force. He didn't care. Xander looked at his former friend, standing covered in a slight sheen of what must be vamp dust, cold and crying, transcluscent words declaring her his in every sense upon her skin. It was hot. He was tempted to get up and just fuck her on the spot, but Willow had been fingering herself for so long, holding back and waiting for Buffy to arrive so that she could be properly satisfied. Besides, while he knew she loved him, Willow had long-standing issues with male bodies. It was his lack of agressiveness with her that was part of what had made her fall so in love with him, and he didn't want to jeopardize that now. So for Willow's sake, he contented himself with squeezing his thick bulge at the site of the nubile and nude Slayer.
For a moment, Buffy's shock curtailed her horror. Willow Rosenberg, little mouse-faced best supporting doormat turned lesbo-bitch was sitting on her QUEEN ANN'S LACE CHAISE NAKED?! Oddly, the thought that flashed through Buffy's head was that she was glad her mother wasn't around to see Willow's nude ass on the chair that had been kept in shrinkwrap for five years. It was only two years ago that Buffy had managed to convince her mother that with demons raiding the house at all times, they might as well enjoy the antique chair's tentative lifespan. And now the bitch was fucking sitting on it, letting her twat juice drip all over it!
And Xander, sitting on the sofa and rubbing his dick. She'd often seen the hard ons she induced in the young construction worker, and wondered secretly what it would be like to fuck someone with a cock that large. Of course, Xander wasn't cool, and why should she put out for him when she could get him to do what she wanted just by waving her ass in his face? The fact that he sat on the couch, looking - she couldn't describe it. He was just as sleazy as he'd always been, but he was ...adult. A matured pervert, and an odd, disgusting thrill ran through her.
Then Xander spoke.
With a curt nod in Willow's direction, the geek-cum-perv whispered, "Why don't you lick her pussy."
His voice with thick with lust, and Willow's pussy flooded at the combination of the lustful cruelty in his voice and anticipation of her brand new bitch toy french-kissing her slit. She had to take her hand away from her drenched gash when she noticed the look in Buffy's eyes. The Slayer had treated Xander like a Jar-Jar Binx for years, taunting herself in front of him and encouraging him to drool over what he couldn't have. That was the way she'd maintained power over shy Willow, and maintained the edge that was the difference between being an alpha female and a violent freak.
Now she was where she belonged, in her place, where she deserved to be. Buffy stood before her masters, being used by Xander as a masturbatory tool. He didn't even try to hide his arousal like he had in the past, nor did bother to treat her with respect. Linoleum boy leered at her like she was a slutty stripper in a cheap club who owed him a pre-paid lapdance. He wanted his money's worth.
"Please don't make me do this", Buffy whispered in horror. She didn't want to eat pussy like a gross unnatural dyke, or end up like the freak formerly known as Willow.
"Alright," Xander said, and for a moment Buffy's face registered gratitude before the hulky man finished, "why don't you get on your knees and beg her first."
His low, disgusting laugher made the Slayer want to reach out and claw his face off. But instead, Buffy sank to her knees, much to the delight of the domineering pair before her. Then she crawled, wet, on hands and knees until she was face to cunt with the cinnamon apex of Willow's thighs.
Buffy looked up at Willow, seeing a coldness that frightened her before the blonde asked, with halting discomfort, "C-can, can I um, " Buffy choked on tears before she finished, "Can I eat you out?"
Willow's cold eyes glazed over with lust and she said with agitated impatience, "Shut up and lick it, bitch".
Buffy looked at Willow with something other than horror an shock. Her former friend was truly evil. Whether or not she agreed with Willow's path of lesbianism and magicks, she had always stood by her. The level-headed Slayer had tolerated her among her ranks, despite all her bungling, hadn't she? But now, it was clear that it was as she'd said earlier : a friendship that she'd thought had been present was nothing more than imagination. But instead of Jezebel's blood being licked up by the dogs of the righteous mission, she would have to lick her disgusting vadge.
It WAS disgusting, an awful pink that smelled horribly of musk, with ugly ringlets of soft auburn hair that framed a bouquet of slick pink. How disgusting! I can barely stand my own pussy, Buffy thought to herself, and at least I have the decency to shave it so I don't look like a hairy ape woman. That was all Buffy had time to think before her duty to her masters compelled her to lean forward and dart out her tongue to taste the pink nub of Willow's clit.
Willow shivered when Buffy's tongue touched her sensitive clit; she threw her head back and gasped in ecstasy, and it was all Xander could do to keep from cumming on the spot when he saw his crimson Goddess lost in the throes of pleasure. Willow began a quiet whimpering as Buffy pleasured her, holding her own thighs back to allow her blonde slave better access to her dripping muff. Knowing instinctively what Willow enjoyed, feeling Willow's desire for her own tongue, Buffy lapped between the valleys of her cunt lips before tasting the sensitive spot between Willow's anus and slit. She suckled Willow's clit into her lips and swirled her sarcastic tongue around it, causing it to swell slightly and Willow's cries of pleasure to increase.
Between the look of blind ecstasy Willow wore as she used one hand to fondle her breasts and the other to pull Buffy roughly by her hair in order to get her closer to her vagina, and the pleasure-inducing sounds of licking and slurping that his brand new fucktoy was creating, Xander wanted desperately to pull his hard large penis out of it's confines and plunge it into something, either Willow's welcoming vagina or the cunt's mouth. He wanted to let Willow take her time - but he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out.
Hearing her lover's need, Willow opened her eyes and turned to Xander, panting, " Baby, it's ok."
The small words of acceptance and reassurance made Xander's cock throb painfully and he shifted in his seat to accomodate it's new dimensions.
"Baby, I love you. It should..... Ooooh... it should always be like this. I want you, Xander, I always have. I want you to cum on me. I want to feel you", Willow said, making sure Xander understood the implications of what she desired, "I want to accept you."
Xander and Willow looked into each other's eyes, a sexually charged understanding passing between them. The ritual to force Buffy into submission would be a form of acceptance for Willow. It wasn't a deep union - but it was something. Xander's cock throbbed slightly larger than his already painfully aroused confines, and Willow looked at him with smouldering green eyes, suddenly fighting to hold back her orgasm at the thought of them climaxing together. When she spoke, her voice was a husky whisper.
"Come here, baby," the fiery witch implored, and the geek-cum-pimp quickly unzipped his penis screaming from it's confines. It bobbed angrily in the air, and he looked at his best friend for a moment, unsure of whether to proceed. But Willow's bewitching green eyes begged and demanded, and the sight of his slut slave Buffy on her knees, being forced to pleasure her new mistress in such a 'gross, dykey' way as he heard the blonde's thoughts echo in her own head, meant that orgasm was imminent. He might as well drop a load in the right place.
Xander stood as quickly as his penis had upon seeing his Willow spread out on the Queen Anne's lace fingering her dripping cunt when he'd come downstairs from resting after their extremely draining spell. Then, in juxtaposition to his quick rising, he stalked toward her slowly, holding his cock in hand. He resembled a jaguar - one intent on mating and impregnating. His shaft was suddenly menacing to Willow. She had slept with Oz many times, but he had always been - well - pocket sized, to put a polite term to his measurements. This was only the second time she'd seen Xander's cock, and the first had been earlier that night when they'd comingled their fluids to create the magical liquid that was instrumental in the binding ceremony. For a moment, she wanted to run. The redhead's tight snatch clenched with Buffy's attentive tongue locked inside it. Then she looked into his eyes, somewhat frightening - and yet caring. Willow felt herself relax slightly.
Kneeling between Willow's thighs, the Slayer continued lapping at her former frien'ds pussy lips. It was horribly degrading, and she only wanted for this nightmare to end. But that wasn't what her masters wanted. So instead, she pulled her long Slayer tongue, useful in lengthy speech giving and oral sex, slowly out of Willow's dripping honeypot, feeling her walls flutter slightly. Once outside, she went straight for Willow's clit, hoping only to get this over with. Perhaps making the bitch cum would do that.
"STOP."
Xander's voice rang out through the Summers living room with a calm and unusual authority, and Buffy froze. Would this torment ever end?
No, it wouldn't.
"Buffy," Xander's voice rang out, cold and calculating in the air rich with the smell of sex, "put your hand on your pussy".
The Slayer jerked her head up to look at her rapist in surprise and shock.
"What?", she asked, her heart quickening and knowing somehow, instinctively what was to come - as well as who.
"Do it, Buffy," Xander added, almost as an afterthought, "And don't ever take your mouth away from her pussy until I tell you to."
Buffy blushed in anger and humiliation, but dutifully returned her mouth to Willow's swollen sex. At the same time, her own hand, normally used to stake vampires and put demons in their rightful place, sought out her own dry sex.
"MMMMM, " Willow moaned in exstacy, knowing what Xander was planning. The thought of Buffy's arousal pushed her over the edge, and she came hard under the unskilled but eager ministrations of Buffy's tongue. Bucking her hips forward, Willow reached out almost unconsciously and pulled Buffy's face into her crotch, using her as a vibrating chair and smearing the blonde Slayer's face with her orgasmic fluid. The redhead clenched her thighs around Buffy's face, ensuring she couldn't breathe anything but the smell of her own cinnamon blend.
Xander chose that moment, to telegraph to Buffy her next instructions. And as Willow came over her bitch's pretty but skeletally framed face, forcing her to inhale her rich scent, Buffy herself was becoming aroused by the skill of her own hands. It horrified and disgusted her, but she couldn't help it. Before she knew it, in moments, she was licking and sucking Willow's cunt with an eagerness that she tried unsuccessfully to dampen (no pun intended).
Xander watched Willow thrash wildly, her own orgasm extending infinately into magical explosions. She looked up at him with pink eyes and tears of orgasmic bliss and said, "I'm ready, baby".
Xander knew he could take her then and there. He wanted to. Desperately. But - something held him back. And instead, he loked into her eyes, and jerked himself off over her cunt. Willow's orgasm was only heightened by the feeling of her beloved's warm fluid marking her pussy, dripping down it, touching and pleasuring it with a gentle yet burning caress.
Buffy, meanwhile, shut her eyes to avoid cum seeping into them, and her hair got dirty for the second time that night. She wanted then to pull away from Willow's spasming vagina, but she was not allowed to and so she didn't. Instead, she tasted the sliding trickles of Xaner's own sperm floading her mouth and mingling with Willow's flavour. She'd always teased Xander and thought his crush on her was sweet and cute (after all, who wouldn't be in love with her?). But she had never meant for anything more to happen, least of all in this degrading fashion. Buffy wished it were only a horrible nightmare.
And then her humiliation was complete. Her own pussy came suddenly under her hand's caress, and she felt her mouth open in a moan that was muffled in Willow's flesh. The Slayer came with her hand on her pussy, as told, and her mouth licking muff with the salty flavour of Xander's cum on her taste buds.
Before she knew it, Willow was off her, being carried up the stairs by Xander; Buffy heard them enter into Joyce's private bathroom, which had been reserved for Buffy until now, to 'shower'. Buffy sat on her knees where she'd been, face and hands covered in cum. Her hair was still wet from her last 'shower' with the hose outside the cave. She cried then for a long time.
When Willow and Xander came out of the bathroom, they were giggling and close together as they moved to the bedroom.
"Hey, Buff," Willow called out before they shut the door for the night, "Why don't you clean out the tub and wash that stuff out of your hair! Oh - wait - nope, you've been a bitch to Xander for too long and I think you should get your share of payback. So why don't you leave it in, BUFFY!"
Buffy suddenly smiled to herself, hearing the jealous edge in Willow's voice. She could never do to Xander what she did - and maybe she could use that edge somehow.
"Oh!", and Willow added, "And then you can sleep on the floor outside our bedroom like a good little doggie!"
The door shut behind them, and Buffy rose, dirty and exhausted, to clean the tub....