TITLE    : Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Ch. 05
STORYID  : buffy-the-shemale-vampire-slayer-ch-05
SUMMARY  : Buffy & Giles, under spell, have anal intercourse.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2005-07-01
CATEGORY : celebrity-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |buffy|slayer|giles|anal|rectum|anus|asshole|fuck|butt|buttocks|


By the time that Buffy arrived at Rupert Giles' apartment, the former librarian, her ex-Watcher, had just finished reading a new volume of what Edgar Allan Poe, in The Raven, had referred to as a "curious and quaint volume of forgotten lore." He'd just settled the large, leather-bound volume back onto the shelf with the others of its kind when he heard the knock at his front door.



He checked his watch. It was nearly nine o'clock. The hour wasn't late for Buffy and her friends, although it would be past calling time for most older adults. There was a good chance, then, that his visitor would be Buffy, Willow, Xander, or one of the others in the Slayer's group, the "Scoobies" as they were wont to call themselves. Nevertheless, in Sunnydale, one could never be too careful. Before opening the door, Giles picked up the crossbow on the table in his entrance hall and notched a wooden arrow into its string. He also checked the large milk urn beside the door to make sure that it held the broadsword that he kept there, in case it was a demon or some other monster, rather than a vampire, who meant to do him harm. Since Kakistos had fooled Buffy and Faith into opening Faith's motel room door by hiding behind the propped-up corpse of the motel manager, whom his henchmen had just murdered, Giles and the others had learned that it could be risky to open their doors even to someone whose identity they'd identified by a quick gaze through their peepholes. It was still a good thing to look through one's peephole, of course, and Giles did just that, now, smiling to see that it was his former protégé, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, who stood without.



In a few moments, he'd opened his deadbolt and the other locks and had invited his visitor inside.



It took Buffy a little longer to share the details of her humiliating transformation and even longer to explain the procedure that they would have to perform if they ever expected to return Willow from the demon dimension that Buffy had seen while she'd been having sex with Anya.



During the first part of the explanation, Giles said next to nothing, regarding Buffy with a worried expression that made her think that he might suppose her to have gone mad.



Finally, he said, "A penis? Testicles?"



Buffy, forlorn, nodded. "Giles, what am I going to do?"



Giles said nothing. He merely continued to study his former protégé. When at last he did speak, it was with a tone of resignation. "There's a spell."



Buffy brightened. "That's swell!"



Giles didn't return her smile. In fact, he looked way too somber for Buffy.



"It is, isn't it?" she asked hopefully. "It's swell there's a spell?"



"A Feral demon's bite is nasty," he replied.



"Everyone keeps saying that!"



"And the effects tend to recur."



"That's what Anya said."



"But we can reverse the effects."



For the first time since the Feral demon had bitten her, Buffy looked relieved.



"There's something more important for us to do first, though."



"Willow," Buffy said.



"Right." Giles looked at Buffy. She was blushing. Like her, he felt utterly mortified, and he wondered if it showed on his face. "You're sure there's no other way?"



"Not according to Anya."



"We can't, Buffy."



"We don't have a choice."



"There's always a choice."



"Not if we want Willow back."



"Think about what you're suggesting."



"I have thought about it, all the way over here, and I'm as grossed out about it as you are. It's revolting and vile and disgusting, but there's no other way, Giles."



"You're sure?"



Buffy felt tears gathering in her eyes. She blinked. "Yes."



Giles looked at the girl who'd been like a daughter to him since Buffy had enrolled in Sunnydale High School at the age of sixteen. He couldn't believe he was going to do what he was about to do, but, as Buffy had said, he had no choice, any more than Buffy did, not if they wanted to retrieve Willow from the demon dimension into which Anya had cast the witch to spite Xander. "You're a fine friend, Buffy," he said softly. "I know how hard this is for you." He did know, too, for it was just as hard for him. They had Anya to thank for their predicament. It was she who'd worked out the counter spell that would bring Willow back from the demon dimension into which Anya had cast her. Anya had stipulated the requirements of the ritual that they must perform to retrieve Willow. After this was over, Anya would pay dearly for her depraved treachery. Giles would see to it personally. He had a hunch that Buffy would, too.



"Let's get it over with," Buffy said, and they took off their clothes.



To return Willow from the demon dimension, Buffy had to travel there. Her ticket was to have sex with her mentor. Both Giles and Buffy were horrified at the thought of having sex with one another. Not only was Giles old enough to be her father, but he had been her father--or a father surrogate, at least. From the time that Buffy was sixteen, Giles had loved her, advised her, taught her, comforted and consoled her, disciplined her, trained her, and, in general, cared for her. As his superior on the Watchers' Council had declared, Giles had had a "father's love for the child." It was unthinkable that he should now have sex with her, but, if they ever wanted to see Willow again, that is exactly what they'd have to do.



Once they were naked, try as they might, they could not completely avert their eyes from one another's nakedness. It was a matter both of human nature and of curiosity. Buffy and her mentor stole furtive glances at each other. At last, Buffy got to see what Giles had concealed under the heavy tweed suits he'd worn during his years as Sunnydale High School's librarian, and he got to see what Buffy had hidden beneath the stylish outfits--blouses, mini-skirts, and knee-length boots, for the most part--that she had worn during her high school days.



The renegade Slayer, Faith, had once described Giles as "young and cute," and, although Buffy couldn't agree that he was young, she had always thought him cute, in his own older-adult kind of way. Naked, he was more than merely cute; he was sexy. He had broad shoulders, a deep chest, a firm, flat abdomen, and sturdy thighs. His buttocks were small and tight. His cock, even flaccid, was long--nine inches, Buffy reckoned--thick, and circumcised. He had big balls, too, which, like his large member, suggested both virility and potency.



Buffy had small breasts, but she was by no means flat, as Willow appeared to be. Her tits were high, round, and firm, topped by pert nipples surrounded by puffy areolas. Her tummy was concave. She had long, shapely legs, if a bit thin, and a lovely round ass. The seven-inch cock and the testicles-filled scrotum that hung from her girl's groin were incongruous--and, Giles had to admit, if only to himself, sexy. He was disappointed that he couldn't see her labia behind the male genitals, but, from Buffy's earlier testimony in describing the effects of the Feral demon's bite, he knew there was a functioning cunt behind her cock and balls, which was also sexy. Despite his horror at the idea of fucking what amounted to his own daughter, Giles felt his cock stir as it swelled. To distract himself, he started to work algebraic problems in his head. His burgeoning penis soon reverted to its natural, flaccid state.



After disrobing, they drew a rough inverted pentagram on the floor of Giles' apartment. They turned out the lights and lit a candle, which they placed in the center of the upside-down, five-pointed star that represented the devil. Then, Giles and Buffy sat opposite one another and chanted the prescribed ritual that Anya had given Buffy:



Let them, who were as father and daughter, Each become the lover of the other, Trading self-respect for shame, love for sex, Thereby breaking the vengeance demon's hex. For each vampire the girl has turned to dust, A thousand-thousand times increase her lust, That both the Watcher and the Slayer be Free to realize their secret fantasies. Let the protégé become but mouth, hands, Breasts, buttocks, cunt, cock, and balls, to which stands Her mentor's virile member, thick, swollen, And rigid from lust-filled thoughts of dire sin.



As soon as they'd finished the chant, a change come over Buffy and Giles. Moments before, they'd felt ashamed and humiliated, and they'd averted their eyes from one another's nudity, Buffy feeling it as wrong to be naked in front of the man she regarded as her father as Giles did to be unclothed before the young woman he considered his daughter. Now, however, neither suffered from any such compunctions, and they stared boldly across the encircled pentagram that separated them, Buffy admiring the swollen, stiff-standing cock that rose against the former librarian's pubes and belly, and Giles marveling at Buffy's small, pert breasts, concave tummy, smooth, creamy thighs, and the light blonde wisps of hair that decorated her lower abdomen, above her own erect penis and tightly contracted scrotum. The knowledge that she was also equipped with a functional pussy was all the more enticing. Giles made a mental note to thank Anya. If it hadn't been for the vengeance demon, he'd never have seen Buffy naked, nor would he have had the opportunity, as he did now, of fucking the delectable hottie his protégé had been ever since he'd first laid eyes on her as a teen. Even then, he realized, he'd wanted to stuff his prick up her cunt and fuck her fast and hard, but he'd repressed these desires so thoroughly that he'd been unaware of them--until now. The spell enabled him to acknowledge his deepest, most secret desires. He wondered if Buffy had harbored similar forbidden fantasies about him, her mentor.



As the candle's flame leaped and fluttered, causing shadows to write upon the walls and ceiling, the Slayer said, "Fuck me, Giles." She looked at him with naked lust, unashamed. "I've wanted your thick, hard British cock inside me since the day I arrived in Sunnydale."



Giles grinned. Rising, he skirted the circle. In a moment, he was at her side. She smiled as he penetrated her mouth with his tongue, and she swirled her own tongue around his as he did the same. Their mouths were warm and wet, like twin cunts.



After a moment, Buffy withdrew, a tendril of saliva joining her lower lip to her mentor's. "I can't wait," she breathed. "I have to feel you inside me--now." She positioned herself on her elbows and her knees, her legs spread wide and her ass high in the air.



Giles knelt behind her. He took his prick in hand, guiding it between the rose-petal-soft petals of Buffy's cunt. She was already soaking wet. The spell, Giles thought.



"Not my pussy," Buffy corrected him. "My ass. You have to butt fuck me, Anya said."



Giles' grin widened further. Here was another reason to thank Anya. The vengeance demon hadn't been content merely to make Buffy and her mentor, as much like daughter and father as any who'd been related through procreation, fuck each other; the demon had had to require that their intercourse be anal, as if she'd been rubbing salt into the wound of compelling them to commit incest. No doubt, Buffy had been horrified to learn of this requirement, before she was under Anya's spell, but, now, like Giles, the condition pleased her. She wiggled her but invitingly. "Stick your dick up my ass," she demanded. "Fuck me!"



Giles didn't need to be told twice. He adjusted his position, hopping on first one knee and then the other until, his kneecaps closer together, he'd increased his height by as much as possible and inserted his penis into the deep cleavage between Buffy's silken smooth buttocks. He felt a few inches of the taut skin upon his distended, rigid shaft slide past the sleek inward-curving slopes of the Slayer's ass cheeks, and then his purple, swollen glans met the stout resistance of Buffy's small, tight asshole. Giles studied the thickness of his cock and the diminutive circle of his "daughter's" anus. It looked as if his member would never fit within the ring of muscle that led to the mire spacious accommodations of her rectum, but Giles knew that, despite these appearances to the contrary, Buffy's sphincter would expand sufficiently to accept his organ. It would be fun forcing his cock into her tight little butt hole.



Taking Buffy's hips in his hands, he drew her lower body back as he shoved his own hips forward, driving his glans through the Slayer's anus, past the sphincter, and into her rectum. Her asshole contracted, fluttering frantically about his erection, as if in a vain (but futile) effort to dislodge the trespassing member. It felt wonderful to Giles, as it did to Buffy. To him, the trembling, quivering anus felt like a tiny circular clamp, squeezing and squeezing the circumference of his cock. To her, her fluttering asshole seemed to milk his manhood, wringing and wringing the thick shaft. The sensations were intense, for both of them, almost overpowering.



Giles waited until the spasms subsided. Within a few moments, her anus had relaxed, allowing Giles to slide the rest of his prick into her buttocks, and he did so, watching as inch after inch of his thick, hard cock vanished inside her impaled asshole, feeling its rigid length slide past her silken ass cheeks.



Buffy moaned, biting her lower lip. Her own cock was stiff and swollen, just like Giles', and she took her manhood in hand, stroking it fast and hard. Beneath her risen, contracted scrotum, her labia felt like drenched rose petals; cunt juices trickled down her inner thighs.



When he'd penetrated her ass to his balls, Giles paused, letting his protégé feel what it was like to have her rectum crammed full of a man's cock. Then, he withdrew, until only the tip of his penis remained within the ring of her sphincter. He plunged his prick back into her depths, flattening her firm, sleek buttocks under his pubes. She grunted, her frame rocked forward by his thrust. He withdrew again, shoving his erection again into her rectum, quickening the tempo with each renewed assault upon her backside.



Buffy's fist pumped her cock. Her cunt was drenched. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she cried, as the ecstasy that had been building inside her reached a crescendo. An overwhelming tickling sensation swept through her loins, and her penis, lurching and straining in her gripping palm, erupted, spewing thick, warm semen over her belly and breasts. "Uggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, delirious with passion.



Giles continued to fuck her, his cock a piston inside her bowels. He shoved his hips hard and fast into her bouncing buttocks, ramming his penis through her asshole before wrenching it free to thrust it again into her rectum, deep and hard, hammering her. Her body rocked before his assault.



Buffy grimaced, feeling as if her beloved mentor--her "father"--would split her in half. Giles' cock was huge--nine inches, at least, and thicker than her wrist--and her ass was small. Her asshole was even smaller. She couldn't take such a pounding--yet, she was taking it. She was the Slayer. As such, she had supernatural strength and endurance, and she could recover and heal far more rapidly than any normal man or woman. She wondered whether she'd have been able to take such a coring had she been a mere mortal. She released her sperm-slick, sticky penis, which was already beginning to wilt and droop, and concentrated upon stimulating her stiff, swollen clitoris. As the hard, smooth bud of flesh responded to her flicking, twirling fingertips, her attention shifted from the uncomfortable sensation of having her stuffed ass brutally fucked to the rising tide of passion sweeping through her loins. Her cunt was a river, awash in its own juices.



Giles gritted his teeth, his brow furrowing as his thighs trembled and his penis lurched inside Buffy's impaled ass. Orgasm swept through him. His heart beat wildly. He breathed in short, quick gasps. He felt as if he were being poured out through his penis, along with the semen that spurted in thick jets from the smooth, hard column of flesh, deep into the Slayer's bowels. He shuddered, crying out, and more of his seed spewed into Buffy's depths. For all intents and purposes, he was fucking his own daughter and, thanks to Anya's spell, the thought that he and the Slayer were committing what amounted to incest, rather than horrifying him, excited him terribly. More semen spurted from his cock, geyser after geyser spraying the walls of Buffy's rectum. 



Sensing that he was near the end of his climax, the Slayer shoved her buttocks back hard, grinding them against her mentor's pubes. "Fuck me, Giles!" she cried, wriggling her fingertips against her clit as more of her cunt juices flooded her thighs.



Giles' semen spurted a last time, deep into Buffy's ass, as he collapsed atop her, his heart hammering furiously and his chest pumping like a bellows. A thick film of sweat bonded their naked bodies together, and Buffy could feel Giles' heart beating between her shoulder blades. He stayed inside her until his cock dwindled, passing out of her gaping asshole like a small, soft turd and trailing his vital fluid down the backs of her satin-soft thighs.



"Buffy," he sighed, utterly drained, spent, and satiated. His eyes snapped wide, and his mouth gaped as he fell forward, onto the floor. Buffy was no longer with him. She was gone, transported into the demon dimension into which Anya had earlier cast Willow. Their act of anal intercourse had worked, as the vengeance demon had vowed it would.



Now, hopefully, Buffy would be able to bring the witch back.



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

