TITLE    : Baubo Ch. 01
STORYID  : baubo-ch-01
SUMMARY  : Baubo flees Baphomet's crumbling fortress.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2005-09-21
CATEGORY : celebrity-stories
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TAGS     : |demon|devil|buffy|willow|baubo|baphomet|sex|suck|cock|fuck|


<i>Note: Baubo is introduced in my series, "Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer." For those who may have missed this series (which is highly recommended), let me describe Baubo, for she is a most unusual individual. She consists of a pair of legs and a belly with a face. Her wide eyes are outlined in dark mascara, to make them stand out, and she has a pert nose above full, sensuous lips. The cleft in her chin is actually the opening to her vagina, since her chin is the same as her groin. Baubo has no arms, shoulders, neck, or head. Instead, her belly closes in a domed skull out of the scalp of which grows long, lush, curly tresses. According to Barbara G. Walker's fascinating book, The Woman's Dictionary of Symbols and Sacred Objects, Baubo was a clown who made the goddess Demeter laugh at her lewd jokes during Demeter's fertility rites. In "Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer," Baubo is Baphomet's former consort, whom he had deposed in favor of making Willow Rosenberg and Buffy Summers his new companions. Baubo is such an unusual and, to my mind, at least, sexy character that she deserves her own series of erotic adventures. I start hers by recounting her experience with Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer, whom Baphomet brought to his demon dimension after Buffy had been transformed into a hermaphrodite as a result of having been bitten by a Feral demon. Buffy was being fucked in the cunt and the ass by a demon with a double-pronged penis when Baubo joined them to suck the Slayer's cock. . .</i>



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As Baphomet's consort, Baubo had appeared, to the other demons, at least, to live a pampered life. She had a bevy of handmaidens who prepared and administered her bath and toilet, combing the luxurious locks of her thick, curly hair; applying the dark mascara that framed her wide eyes; highlighting her full, sensuous lips with pigment that imparted to her mouth the color and fragrance of the rose; and powdering and rouging her belly-cheeks to keep her flesh smooth and glowing. She ate dainty delicacies, drank fine wines, and was provided her fill of chocolate bonbons. She wore satin panties, fine silk stockings with a bright red garter, high heels befitting a queen, and ribbons in her hair and pubes alike. She was always scented with expensive perfumes. She served Baphomet's sexual needs, sucking his monstrous cock as best she could with her relatively small mouth, rubbing her petite pussy against its huge glans, submitting to the showers of urine and semen he splattered in her face and against her buttocks, and weeping rather than crying out in pain as he spanked her bottom until it was not merely red but black and blue with bruises and crimson with her blood. Each morning, upon awakening, she kissed his penis and his balls; each night, upon retiring, she kissed his buttocks and his anus, thereby exhibiting his superiority and her own servile worthlessness. Then, he'd watch her, sometimes gently, tenderly stroking her brow, her lips, or her labia, as she cried herself to sleep. She'd done nothing, ever, to earn his displeasure; always, she strived to please him in all things, in all ways, yet, at length, he had been displeased. He'd desired a new consort, and he'd relegated her to abject servitude as a mere minion among minions, to be used and abused as any of her fellow underlings saw fit--and to use and abuse them as Baphomet commanded.



Baubo had fled, with the rest of the demons, after her former lover, the repulsive, hermaphroditic Baphomet had commanded that they cease from their combined sexual assault upon the pretty young blonde woman. Baphomet's minions had long ago found or dug avenues of escape from the devil's throne room, so that, upon being dismissed, they could flee his hated presence. Being in the same room with his Infernal Highness was never safe, but it was most dangerous when he became bored with watching his underlings degrade one another by performing whatever humiliating and debasing sexual activities with one another that happened, at the moment, to strike Baphomet's fancy.



Having no head, no neck, no shoulders, and no arms, Baubo was helpless except for the kicks that she could deliver with her strong, if shapely, legs and the bites she could inflict with her even teeth. Consequently, many of the larger demons would pick her up, hold her, as if she were a melon, and fuck her in the ass while a companion fucked her mouth. She would kick and writhe, while warm tears rolled down her belly-cheeks, mortified to be treated in such a manner, as if she were but an inanimate object--a pair of fleshly tunnels--to be used and abused as her rapists saw fit. She knew what it meant to be ill treated, and she'd sucked the hapless blonde's cock with reluctance, sorry to be an instrument of her liege's humbling and debasement of the Slayer.



Baubo's means of egress led her to a basement hovel she'd fashioned from debris and discarded materials she'd managed to scavenge from various chambers throughout Baphomet's fortress-castle. Transporting these materials to the underground chamber in which she hid from the other residents of Baphomet's court had taken her years as she tugged and dragged and kicked the stolen lumber, seized metal, and hijacked plastic through the corridors and tunnels using nothing more than her teeth and her feet. She'd managed to bring a few of the larger panels to her miserable sanctuary by hopping here with them clutched tightly between her thighs. The rough boards had rubbed her pussy almost raw, and she'd sported ugly bruises and lacerations on her belly-face for days and weeks at a time before, finally, she'd completed her secret hideaway. Now, lying on her side, in the fetal position, Baubo wept, remembering her distant past as Baphomet's consort and her more recent history as one of the many demons who'd helped to assault the Slayer and her friend, the redheaded witch, Willow. The images came to her mind clearly, as if she were reliving, rather than merely recalling, them:



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. 



Later, when Buffy had insisted that sex was about love, not power, Baphomet's harsh, cruel laughter had filled the stone chamber. "Love," he'd repeated, as if it were the punch line to a particularly funny joke. "Ask Baubo, my former consort, about love!"



Baubo had not heard her hated master's mocking remark, for she had fled with the other members of his court when he'd bidden them to cease and to desist from their assault upon the captive Slayer's body--and, through her body, her mind, for Baphomet's intent in ravishing his captives was always the same--to humble and to humiliate, to debase and to demean and to degrade them, until they lost all self-respect and, broken in spirit as in flesh, became his eternal servants.



She'd come here, to her hideaway, to lick her emotional wounds and to gather her meager reserves of hope. If she could but escape the clutches of the foul Baphomet, she could, perhaps, regain her life and restore her soul. It was while she lay, recalling the most recent horrors of which she'd been a part, that she heard the crashing and the rumbling and felt the shaking of the foundations of the devil's fortress-palace and her pitiful, long-repressed hope leaped within her as if fuel had been poured directly upon its dwindling, fitful flame.



A series of splintering sounds, enormously loud in the depths of the edifice, sounded and resounded, crashes of timber coming upon crashes of stone as great fissures opened in the walls and ceiling. Again, the vast edifice shook and trembled, and more masonry rained from the vaulted ceiling. It was obvious that the entire fortress was about to fall; in minutes, the palace would be in ruins, and Baubo, if she did not get out in time, might be but a mangled mess of flesh and blood and bone. Being a headless, armless parody of the female sex was a horrible fate, she realized, but even being a living travesty of her sex was better than being smashed to death by falling granite and oak.



Scrambling to her feet, Baubo fled, running down a long corridor that led up, through the planet's cold, dark bowels, into either the bright, warm morning or the dark, cold night, depending upon what time of day it had become outdoors while she'd been so villainously employed indoors. If she were not lucky, she would die, but at least she would die trying to flee Baphomet's brutal captivity, and, if she were fortunate, she'd escape with her life.



<i>. . . to be continued. . .</i> 

