TITLE    : Baubo Ch. 09
STORYID  : baubo-ch-09
SUMMARY  : The sex goddess philosophizes.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2005-11-19
CATEGORY : celebrity-stories
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TAGS     : |buffy|willow|xander|sunnydale|baubo|ass|cock|prick|tits|balls|


Six more cock-heads popped up, two each to replace the ones that had found release inside Baubo's mouth, cunt, and ass. Now, there was a total of twenty one prick-heads protruding from the hydra's trunk. Although its dragon body was broad in the chest and shoulders, it didn't seem possible for it to support many more cock-heads. Of course, Baubo had learned, long ago, that many seemingly impossible things happened all the time. She was one, just as was the monster that, even now, sent three more erect cock-heads into her. Had she not a mirror in which to gaze, she'd never have believed herself to be possible. How could she be, when she had neither head, arms, nor hands, but did have legs, an ass, a face in her belly, and a cunt in her chin? It was impossible, yet she existed, just like the seemingly impossible nine-cock-headed dragon that was able to grow more prick-heads whenever one of the originals returned to its flaccid state following orgasm.



Centaurs were impossible, too, as were minotaurs, satyrs, sirens, lamia, and the host of other creatures that Zeus had either created or, more often, fathered through illicit affairs with mortal women and goddesses. Nevertheless, these and scores of other unlikely, bizarre creatures roamed the mainland and islands of Greece, just as Baubo herself had wandered the green hills and golden fields, the mountains and the beaches, the groves and the valleys of her beloved homeland, seeking, most of the time, sex with a man, another woman, a hermaphrodite, or even one of the creatures that mortals, in their ignorance, supposed merely fanciful rather than real.



The cock in her ass was more than a little uncomfortable. It was actually painful. Unlike her mouth, which lubricated itself with saliva, or her cunt, that wet itself with its internal juices, neither Baubo's rectum nor her anus was equipped with glands that could lubricate themselves, and the friction of the hydra's elongated neck, at the end of which was its combination cock and head, had begun to rub her asshole raw, despite the copious quantities of semen that the prick-heads had spewed inside her bowels, across her buttocks, and upon her gaping anus. The hydra seemed unaware of her predicament or, if it knew, unconcerned. It merely concentrated upon filling Baubo's orifices, fucking her, and unloading its huge store of semen.



The beast pounded her hard. Six times now, it had emptied its seed into or upon the diminutive deity, but it was as intent upon, and as desperate to have, sex with Baubo as it had been the first time it had violated and ravished her. The cock-head inside her asshole shoved itself brutally into her rectum, withdrew a moment, and plunged itself back into her depths with even more savagery. At the same time, the cock-heads in her cunt and mouth fucked her with an intensity that bordered upon violence. Baubo fought for her breath, having been forced to inhale and exhale--when she had the chance--through her nose. Had the hydra been able to shrink its dickheads enough, it would probably have run a pair up her nostrils as well. Fortunately for the goddess, it seemed that there was a limit as to how far the monster could minimize its phallic necks. Another geyser of semen flooded Baubo's bowels, and the cock-head that had penetrated her anus withdrew, trailing sperm in its wake. Then, the prick-head within her sex also launched its molten seed, dwindling and softening as it dropped from her chin-cunt. The phallus-head in her mouth also shot its load and slipped from between her semen-smeared lips. Dutifully, Baubo swallowed the salty seed. So far, the sperm still tasted delicious, but, eventually, she would choke on the sperm, for, after cups and cups of the stuff, even something as full-bodied and flavorful as semen must taste foul and bitter.



The three dickheads that had occupied Baubo's mouth, cunt, and ass shrank and softened, hanging limply from the dragon's torso. However, six erect prick-heads reared themselves in the trio's place. The number of the dragon-beast's cock-heads had just increased from twenty one to twenty seven.



As three more penis-heads entered Baubo, she recalled how Hercules, with Iolaus' help, had bested the Lernean hydra he'd fought. As he'd clubbed the monster's mortal heads with his cudgel, Iolaus had held a lit torch to them, preventing them from giving rise to additional heads. Of course, the Lernean hydra wasn't like the one that had taken an interest in Baubo; instead of dickheads, the Lernean hydra had had the reptilian heads common to dragons. Its necks had been long, but they hadn't ended in acorn-shaped glans with eyes and a vertical slit that did double duty as both the creature's nose and the outlet of its urethra. The hydra that ravished Baubo time after time had phallic necks ending in cock-heads.



Were she to cut off one head or club it to death, would two more pop up to replace it, as they did when she'd satisfied the lust of one of the monster's prick-heads? Even if it did, Baubo had no weapons; she didn't even have arms or hands. She sure as hell couldn't stomp the creature to death, especially with one of its necks coiled around her foot, trapping her. The best she could do, she thought, was to bite off the cock-head that thrust back and forth through her lips. Instead of killing the dickhead, she'd probably only succeed in causing it to grow two replacements--unless the one she bit off was the immortal one!



Baubo thought that she might have chanced upon a valuable idea. The problem was that all the cock-heads looked the same to her. They looked like identical penises, except for the pair of tiny eyes in the dome-shaped tips of the long phallic necks. As she was pounded front and rear, her belly-face jiggled and battered by the endless lunging, plunging phalli-heads, Baubo struggled to study the cock-heads that reared, writhed, dipped, or hung in midair, awaiting their turn to ravish her. Maybe, if she scrutinized them, she'd see a telltale difference, a clue that would enable her to distinguish the mortal dickheads from the single immortal one.



More semen flooded Baubo's mouth. She drank it down in quick gulps. Sperm spewed inside her cunt. Her ass was filled with the hydra's seed. Three cock-heads, satisfied, drooped, hanging limp, the tiny eyes closed in bliss. Abruptly, three more filled Baubo's oral, vaginal, and anal openings, ravishing her. She tasted blood. So many prick-heads had filled her mouth that they'd worn the skin from her lips. No doubt, her sore asshole was bloody, too. It was likely that the thin, tender tissues of her rectum had been rent and torn as well. Possibly the walls of her chin-pussy had also been ripped. She might well bleed to death if she couldn't find a way to escape this lust-crazed monster that was ravishing her non-stop.



Something seemed odd about one of the dickheads. It had reared, writhing past Baubo's face, and, in the instant she'd seen it close up, something seemed amiss about it; it seemed different from the others, but then the flailing cock-head was past her, waving about abovehead. She waited, hoping it might flash past her again or, better yet, swoop low and remain stationary long enough for Baubo to study it and discern how it differed from the others. Was there a difference, or had she merely imagined that there was one, and, if there really was a difference, what did this mean? Was the odd phallus-head the immortal one?



The cocks inside Baubo jostled her, humped her, shoved into her, thrust inside her, crammed and filled and stuffed her. First one, then another, and finally the last of the prick-heads discharged its load inside her and upon her, and, this time, Baubo was disturbed to see, amid the copious white semen, even more profuse a flow of her own blood. She was bleeding from the chin-cunt as well as from the belly-mouth, and, no doubt, she must also be bleeding from the ass. The hydra was, quite literally, fucking her to death!



As more pairs of stiff-standing prick-heads protruded from the dragon's torso, the odd dickhead that Baubo had spied a moment ago swooped low, and she saw what had caught her eye concerning this particular penis-head. Like all the rest, it was situated at the end of a long, thick phallic neck, and it was equipped with a vertical slit, but there were no tiny, lidless eyes in its head! Unlike its counterparts, this head was eyeless. It was blind. As she thought about what significance, if any, this fact might have, a revelation flashed through Baubo's mind. This wasn't a cock-head like the others; it was the hydra's penis. That's why it bore no eyes. It wasn't a head at the end of a snakelike neck; it was a prick, pure and simple. Maybe the creature's cock, not one of its cock-heads, was the appendage that made it immortal. If this was the case, then, by biting off its cock, she might kill the beast itself!



The only problem now (if Baubo's insight proved true, that is) was how to get the fucker's cock in her mouth. So far, the hydra seemed to have avoided inserting its actual member in any of Baubo's orifices, including her mouth. Possibly, it had done so deliberately. Even if it hadn't withheld its penis on purpose, it would do Baubo no good to have the creature penetrate her cunt or ass with its prick; she had no teeth in either of those cavities. The bastard had to shove his penis into her mouth for her to be able to bite the member off. If she managed to do this and her theory was wrong--well, she didn't want to consider what the enraged hydra would do to her in such an event.



The penis lifted, defining a wide arc overhead.



A cock-head pressed against Baubo's cored anus. Another pushed its way past the bleeding labia of her chin-pussy. A third brushed Baubo's lips--the creature's actual cock, the goddess noticed! Her heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing. This was her chance! She lowered her belly, at the same time pushing herself forward with her legs and feet, and snatched the penis into her mouth. The hydra either didn't notice or wasn't concerned, for its prick, like the phallic-headed necks that probed her cunt and asshole, shrank to a dimension that Baubo could accommodate, and slipped more deeply into the warm, wet embrace of her mouth.



No sooner was the cock inside her mouth than Baubo bit down, hard, grinding her teeth through the tough flesh of the erect member. She felt a rush of warm fluid. It was thick and salty, like semen, but with a coppery taste as well. Blood.



The hydra reared onto its hind feet, its prick-heads sliding free of Baubo's chin-cunt and asshole. The serpent-like penis-heads writhed and thrashed like the snakes that grew from the Gorgons' heads. The hydra roared in anguish, trying to jerk its cock from the goddess' mouth, but Baubo had sunk her teeth deeply into its prick, and she held on with a strength of purpose borne of desperation--and terror. As the hydra gyrated its hips savagely back and forth, trying to shake off the diminutive deity, Baubo clamped her jaws even more firmly together, driving the sharp edges of her teeth deeper into the bleeding cock.



The hydra clawed at Baubo with its front paws, but she held on, chewing at the creature's penis which, given the trauma to which she'd subjected it, had wilted inside her mouth, shriveling with pain. A claw raked Baubo's flank, slicing a deep, bloody channel in her outer thigh. The creature's necks thrashed themselves against her, but she held on, biting and chewing, her teeth grinding together through the thin shred of skin that alone connected one part of the hydra's nearly severed penis to the other. Blood had flooded Baubo's mouth. She swallowed it, as she had the creature's semen. More floods followed, one after another, and Baubo gulped them down as well, feeling sick to her stomach. She felt as if she must retch. The thought filled her with dread, for, if she opened her mouth to vomit, she'd free the hydra, and it would slay her at once. Her only hope was to bite the thing's cock in half and let the monster bleed to death. She bit down again, sharply, and the penis parted in her teeth, completely severed at last. She spat out the member. Then, she let the blood spew from her mouth. The last drops dribbled down her chin and past her cunt.



The howling hydra collapsed upon its side. The loop of neck that had circled her ankle fell away, freeing the goddess. The creature's long necks, ending in cock-heads, flailed and writhed, the tiny, lidless eyes flashing with terror and rage.



It was over, Baubo thought. The hydra was in its death throes.



She spat, and her spittle, she noticed, was more red than pink. She spat again.



Without a glance behind her, she took again to the trail she'd been following before the hydra had attacked her. There was a pool ahead or a river, a lake or a stream. Whatever body of water she found first would be the water in which she bathed, for she longed to wash the creature's blood and semen from her flesh and her memory.



She'd found a stream a mile or so down the trail, and she'd bathed in its cold, rushing water until her skin was puckered. She rose, feeling soiled still, and followed the trail down to the sea, where she bathed again, in the saltwater, for hours. She managed to wash the blood and semen from her flesh, but, centuries later, her mind remained soiled with the creature's lust and its merciless use of her.



Even now, in this strange land known as Sunnydale, centuries and thousands of miles from her homeland, Baubo had recalled the horrifying time when she'd been repeatedly ravished by the reptilian hydra. She was a sex goddess and, as such, welcomed all things sexual--all things, that is, but her memories of the hydra. She wished, many times, to be rid of these haunting recollections, but they remained, as much a part of her as anything she'd ever known or been or done. Like Hercules, she was a hydra killer, but this did nothing for her self-esteem. At times, when she thought of the fierce and terrible beast, her mouth was sore, her cunt ached, and her asshole throbbed. She remained, whenever she thought of their encounter, the victim rather than the conqueror.



"What the hell?" Xander Harris cried.



Baubo, lost in her humiliating reminiscences about the hydra, had forgotten to be cautious. She'd been good about keeping to the shadows, avoiding the high-handing torches, and screening her movements--until now. She'd been wandering the streets and alleys of this strange world for an hour or more since she'd left the witch's abode following her escape from her abductor, the Kekk demon who'd transported here with her from Baphomet's crumbling mountain fortress. Now, in a moment's forgetfulness, she'd been spied by one of the male inhabitants of this bizarre world. Women could be trouble, but, in Baubo's long and varied experience, men were always much worse. At best, they were nuisances; at worst, they could be murderous.



The naked goddess imagined what she must look like to the man who'd spotted her. Even in her own world, among her own kind, where odd creatures were replete, Baubo stood out. She was, indeed, unique. Nowhere else in all the universe did there exist a two-and-a-half-foot tall, headless, armless female with a face in her belly and a cunt in her chin. Baubo wondered how many of her lovers, male, female, and otherwise, had been attracted to her because she was different from everyone else. Probably quite a few.



After a while, even the handsomest man or the loveliest woman became tiresome to behold and fucking him or her became tedious, despite his or her uncommonly good looks. This was one reason that men and women had trouble remaining faithful to just one other person. The concept of being faithful to one and only one other person was like being admitted to a garden after promising to visit only one of a thousand beautiful blossoms. Most men and women might have good intentions, but, sooner or later, many failed to keep their promises to one another and to themselves to remain steadfast and single-minded lovers who renounced all others. Eventually, most took a second or a third lover; sometimes, they took many others. In her own world, Zeus was a prime example of infidelity; he was always outraging Hera by dallying with this mortal woman, that nymph, or another goddess. Of course, his taste was not limited to women; often, he took male lovers as well, including the boy Ganymede, whom he'd abducted, spiriting him away to Mount Olympus, to serve as, among other things, his cupbearer.



Eventually, what was true of one's spouse or partner became true of their entire sex as well. A man who became tired of one woman sooner or later tired of all women, and a woman who tired of one man sooner or later tired of all men. In their constant search for variety and novelty--or for variety if not novelty--jaded men and women turned to others of their own sex. Men took other men as their lovers, and women bedded other women. Baubo herself had been with countless lovers of both sexes. Doubling the number of one's sex partners by accepting the bisexuality that was latent within everyone multiplied the number of lovers of whom one could avail oneself. It also made threesomes possible, in which two of one's lovers were male, two were female, or one was male and the other was female. After a time, threesomes had a way of expanding into orgies in which scores or even hundreds of participants enjoyed one another for hours, if not days, at a time. Variety was, again, multiplied. One's excitement was increased, too, especially because there was a sense of the forbidden in sharing oneself intimately with many, either serially or simultaneously, rather than just one other.



By accepting others besides one's spouse or lover as sexual partners and broadening one's interests to include, for example, not only cocks and balls and men's asses but also tits and cunts and women's asses, a person, male or female, could participate in a variety of sexual activities, too, including, among other delights, anal intercourse, cunnilingus, fellatio, mutual or reciprocal masturbation, penis-vagina intercourse, spanking, tit fucking, tit sucking, and a host of other, wilder high jinks. In this manner, sexual possibilities were, again, multiplied.



But, as Xander's chance discovery of Baubo had made her remember, even as, these thoughts tumbling through her mind, along with her fear of being caught and ravished again, she fled pell-mell across lawns and streets, the young man in pursuit, men and women wanted even more novelty and variety than lovers of both sexes performing an array of sexual behaviors could deliver. They sought pleasure among the unnatural and the bizarre, seeking out freaks of nature, amputees, dwarves and midgets, giants, hermaphrodites, and anything else that was beyond the ordinary--and, Baubo knew, she herself was nothing if not extraordinary. Therefore, men, women, and hermaphrodites often sought her, as did both mortals and immortals alike. Everyone, it seemed, wanted a piece of her.



She had no reason to doubt that the handsome, dark-haired youth who'd stumbled upon her in the streets of this strange land would prove any different. Therefore, with all her strength and speed and determination, she fled from him, rushing headlong through the streets and lanes that both united and separated the many houses that rose against the night sky on every hand. As they ran, pursued and pursuer, through the lawns and streets, Baubo heard the savage snarls and agitated barks of dogs that strained at their chains. If one of them were to escape, she couldn't hope to outrun it; the beast would easily kill her. This was a truly dangerous land. How could it not be, when it had spawned such creatures as the Slayer and the witch? For all she knew, the handsome youth who chased her was a powerful warlock with, perhaps, a magical penis that could do all sorts of wonderful, dangerous things, such as swelling within her chin-cunt or rectum to the size of a log or launching semen with the force and rapidity of lightning bolts.

<hr pg="2" />Baubo found a broken piece of board fence. There was a rotten section, near the ground, that had been smashed out, possibly by errant youths to make for themselves a shortcut through the landowner's property. It was a small portal. Only young boys or girls--or someone the size of the diminutive deity--could fit through it. Here was her opportunity to escape her pursuer, and Baubo, hoping that there was no fierce dog chained on the other side of the fence, scrambled through the opening. Xander was much closer to her than she'd realized. She felt his hand snatch at her ankle. His fingers closed around her calf, and he began to haul her back, on her stomach, through the opening in the fence. Terrified, the goddess kicked savagely at his hand and arm with her other foot, and, to her immense relief, the young man released her, shouting what she imagined must be a curse. Hastily, she crawled forward, kicking her legs furiously against the lawn and lamenting, for the millionth time, her lack of arms and hands.



Fortunately, there was no fierce dog waiting for her on the other side of the fence, nor was there any other creature, including a man or a woman. The dark yard was deserted. The young man did not try to scale the fence. Apparently, he'd decided to let her go. Perhaps, at home, he had another lover to whom he could turn, a beautiful woman or a man as handsome as himself, in whose arms he could pass the night while he dreamed of what he could--and would--have done to Baubo, had he been able to catch the amazing freak.



With renewed caution, Baubo crept across the yard, screening her movements and keeping to the deepest shadows. In time, her heartbeat and her pulse slowed and her labored breathing returned to normal. It was some time, however, before she stopped trembling. Her encounter with the handsome youth had frightened her badly. She didn't want to be abducted or ravished ever again if she could avoid it. Over the centuries as a sex goddess, she'd had more than enough abuse at the hands of men, women, and others alike. In fact, her near-capture by the handsome young man made her remember another time and place, long ago and far away.



On the other side of the fence, Xander shook his head. The weird demon-thing, or whatever it was, had escaped him. Now, he wouldn't be able to bring it to Buffy or Giles. He'd hoped to avert whatever threat the odd, Humpty Dumpty-like denizen of hell might pose to the residents of Sunnydale, but he'd failed. As he returned to the basement apartment in his parents' house, where, for four hundred dollars a month in rent, he resided as a tenant, often in the company of a beautiful young woman or another handsome guy, for a night at least, Xander remembered the naked demon's slender, well-shaped legs; tight, compact buttocks; and beautiful belly-face. Most of all, though, he remembered the cleft in her chin that resembled, as impossible as it seemed, a cunt. Again, he shook his head. How could such a creature, demon, goddess, or otherwise, exist? The answer was simple. It couldn't--except in Sunnydale.



If nothing else, living on a hellmouth was interesting, he thought.



Interesting and dangerous as hell.



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

