TITLE    : Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Ch. 10
STORYID  : buffy-the-shemale-vampire-slayer-ch-10
SUMMARY  : Buffy is airtight.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2005-09-03
CATEGORY : celebrity-stories
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TAGS     : |buffy|summers|willow|witch|vampire|slayer|ass|anus|cunt|fuck|


Buffy Summers was certainly no virgin. She'd lost her virginity to Angel, a vampire, thereby releasing him from the Gypsy curse that, as punishment for his having brutally killed the favorite daughter of their tribe, had restored his soul, that his conscience might torment him as he recalled the thousands of vicious, vile deeds he'd performed over the two centuries during which he'd been a vamp. The handsome vampire was well equipped, sexually, and his thick, hard cock had initiated her into sexual intercourse only too well, leaving the tender tissues of her pussy sore, bruised, and bloody. William the Bloody had been nicknamed "Spike" because of his penchant for torturing his victims with railroad spikes. However, Buffy knew, his nickname could have been inspired by the long, delicious prick that dangled between his sinewy thighs. Like Angel and, presumably, all other vampires, Spike ejaculated ice-cold semen. She remembered the first time that Angel's icy seed had gushed into the warm, wet chamber of her cunt. She'd jumped beneath her lover, her long nails embedding themselves in his brawny back and making him jump as well. He'd come profusely, filling her vagina again and again; it had been as if someone had spurted a water pistol full of ice water into her pussy. She shivered at the memory of the frigid blasts. Spike, too, had filled Buffy's cunt to overflowing many times with his freezing semen. There was nothing better to cool a girl off on a hot, hellish day on the Sunnydale Hellmouth than to have Angel or Spike spew their arctic sperm deep into her pussy.



Buffy had had human lovers, too. Parker had used her as a sex toy before abandoning her. He'd been an accomplished, if not a loving, lover, especially for a young man. Handsome as hell, he'd had a way with women, Buffy included, and had charmed his way into the beds--and pussies--of hundreds of girls by the time Buffy encountered the rogue in college. The fucker was so charming, in fact, that he'd almost succeeded in nailing Willow, even after the witch had given up on boys and taken a girl as her lover. Any stud who could seduce a lesbian had to be hot, and, there was no doubt about it, Parker had been hot. Too bad he'd turned out to be such a fucking asshole. He'd earned a punch in his potty mouth from Buffy's next flame, Riley Finn, the commando, when Parker had asked him the riddle, "What's the difference between a toilet and a freshman girl?," answering, "The toilet doesn't follow you around after you use it."



Riley had been a handsome, virile stud, too. Tall, muscular, with wholesome good looks, he'd been the good boy that Buffy had supposed she'd wanted after her disastrous affair with Angel and Parker. She'd had enough bad boys, she'd persuaded herself. Like all the men in her past love life, Riley was well equipped, with a long, thick, hard cock that he knew how to use. Still, there seemed to be something lacking in their love life, and, eventually, Riley had left her to marry a female commando. Spike made Buffy see that she needed a "little monster" in her man. Despite her tragic encounters with Angel and Parker, Buffy entered a needy relationship with Spike. Although sexually fulfilling, the affair had also lacked emotional depth; ultimately, it, too, had failed to satisfy Buffy.



On a secret level, Buffy had longed for Giles to fuck her. The Sunnydale librarian, her Watcher, had been more than her mentor and her trainer. He'd been like a father to her--he'd been more than a father to her. Her own dad had abandoned her mom and her when Buffy was still a student at Hemery High in L. A., before their parents had divorced and she and her mother had moved to Sunnydale. Once a year, her father had taken her to the Ice Capades, when their outing didn't interfere with his job. Otherwise, she seldom heard from him. Like other children whose fathers had abandoned them, Buffy ached for an adult male's company, affection, encouragement, and love. In the person of her Watcher, the handsome, dapper, but rather stodgy English librarian, Buffy had found a father substitute who had had a genuine, fatherly love for her. Faith, the rogue Slayer who was called after Kendra's death, had referred to Giles as "young and cute," a description which, at the time, had made Buffy want to barf. However, Faith's words had left an indelible impression upon Buffy's subconscious mind, inspiring her to regard the fatherly librarian in a different, forbidden light. Buffy had never realized that she'd thought of Giles in such a fashion until Anya, the vengeance demon whom Xander had jilted at the altar, had required that Giles fuck Buffy in the ass as a condition for Buffy's gaining entry to the demon dimension to which Anya had sent the witch.



Anya's spell had also removed their deep-set, natural inhibitions toward one another, and Buffy and Giles had not been able to keep their eyes off one another's nude bodies. Nude, Giles proved to be 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. After disrobing in Giles' apartment, they had drawn a rough, inverted pentagram on the floor, turned out the lights, and lit a candle, placing it in the center of the upside-down, five-pointed star that represented the devil. Then, Giles and Buffy had seated themselves across from one another and chanted the prescribed ritual that Anya had given Buffy. 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. Afterward, however, neither of them had suffered from any such compunctions, and they'd 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. He'd seemed both fascinated and overjoyed at Buffy's hermaphroditic state. 



Giles had sidled up to the Slayer, ready to insert his manhood into her pussy when Buffy had corrected him: "Not my pussy," Buffy corrected him. "My ass. You have to butt fuck me, Anya said." Her Watcher hadn't batted an eye. His only response was to grin as Buffy, under the vengeance demon's spell had wiggled her butt invitingly, demanding that he stick his dick up her ass and fuck her. Immediately, Giles had done so, directing his erect cock between the silken globes of the young woman's firm, luscious ass. Inch by slow inch, he'd fed his swollen organ through the tight circle of her anus, feeling the sphincter spread wide before his advancing member, admitting more and more of its thick, hard length. He'd watched his huge prick vanish into the wide-stretched anus between Buffy's impaled buttocks until the shaft was completely buried within her bottom, his balls pressing firmly against the satin-soft slopes that arched toward him. Again and again, he'd repeated this action, withdrawing until only the purple glans of his reddened prick remained within the Slayer's asshole and then driving forward with brutal force, plunging his cock into the warm, smooth tunnel of Buffy's rectum, her gorgeous, full, round buttocks bouncing before each renewed assault. 



Giles had spent himself inside the Slayer, spurting his thick, warm semen deep into her ass. Afterward, his penis soft and limp, he'd collapsed atop her--or would have, had she not teleported to this demon dimension where, now, she lay, pinned to the ground by a crop of penis-plants, three of which had poked their phallic stalks into her mouth, her cunt, and her ass and were fucking her with wild abandon.



Buffy was in a hell of a predicament. It seemed that the plant penises were able to elongate and thicken to whatever dimensions they chose--if plants could choose--and they might lengthen and swell to a point that Buffy's mouth and throat, cunt, and asshole could no longer accommodate them, in which case--well, she didn't want to imagine the consequences that might follow from such a state of affairs. The monstrous plant stalks already filled her to the bursting point, stretching her asshole, vagina, and lips far more than she would have thought possible. Maybe, she thought hopefully, the tendrils had a built-in mechanism of some sort that informed them as to how much space remained available for them to fill and, once they'd filled the available space, the phallic stems would stop growing. It seemed to Buffy that the phallic stalks had stopped lengthening and expanding inside her orifices, now that they'd occupied every square inch of them.



In surfing the 'net, Buffy had seen Anime images of nubile nudes ensnared by tentacles resembling penises. These poor girls, although mere cartoons, suffered a fate similar to that which Buffy herself was now subject. Usually, the victims were violated in every orifice, as Buffy herself was being violated, before they escaped or were rescued--if they escaped or were rescued. Some were torn limb from limb afterward, in an orgy of blood and semen that decorated the panels of the sick online comics like streamers and ribbons of red and white confetti. Well, damn it! Buffy had no intention of being dismembered or of having her bloody entrails spewed over this hostile, alien landscape. She was going to get free, rescue Willow, and get the hell out of this damned demon dimension. Then, most likely, she was going to kill the vengeance demon bitch, Anyanka, who was responsible for Willow's abduction and Buffy's present dilemma.



Gritting her teeth, Buffy concentrated every bit of her superhuman Slayer's strength in her arms, flexing the sinews in her forearms, contracting her biceps, and stiffening her triceps. The penis stalks that had wound themselves around her arms, like those that secured her legs, tightened. The silent struggle between the Slayer and the phallic plants continued. Buffy's entire body shuddered. Sweat poured from her every pore. She gasped, gritting her teeth harder, her brow furrowing with the strain of her effort to break the grip of the phalli wound about her arms. She exhaled and took another deep breath, holding it as she continued to struggle, twisting her upper body violently back and forth and she bent her knees, pressing her bare feet hard against the ground. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. "Uhhhhhhhhhh!" Her breath shot from her lungs as she sobbed, frustrated. It was no good. The fucking phalli were too strong. She couldn't break away from them.



Now that her memories of Angel, Spike, Parker, Riley, and Giles had abandoned her to her present fate and she'd failed to free herself, Buffy was, once again, conscious of the assault of the three pricks upon her person. Once more, she felt used and abused, as unclean as if she were a slut or a whore rather than a victim. She felt dirty and vile, wanton and impure. She was ashamed. She was mortified. Thick, warm, and wet, tears, as large as the fiery yellow-orange topaz that burned in the gold setting of her high school graduation ring, dribbled over her cheeks. She closed her blurry eyes, wishing she were dead.



The prick that filled Buffy's mouth lurched between the wide ring of her smooth, pink lips, poking back and forth across her saliva-slick tongue and between the fleshly walls of her inner cheeks. It shoved roughly past her uvula, into the top of her throat, past her tonsils, and along her esophagus. Breathing through her nose, Buffy managed to repress the gag reflex that made her feel as though she must retch. The phallus oozed semen both from its swollen, purple glans and from the pore-like openings along its fleshly shaft, and the Slayer could taste the warm, salty nectar of its seed as the stalk shoved continuously into her mouth and throat. Meanwhile, the second phallus fucked her cunt, bouncing her cock and balls as it thrust deep into the warm-wet-softness of her rich pink vagina. The swollen tendril so completely filled her cunt that Buffy felt that she might be in the late stages of a pregnancy. However, her womb was filled not with a developing fetus but with a plump, stiff cock, the semen-ooze of which mingled with her own juices. The third prick crammed Buffy's asshole. Her anus had been stretched to many times its normal size. She feared that, even when the monster-cock was not seated up her bottom, her asshole would remain a reamed-out tunnel rather than a small, tight, puckered opening. Should she ever manage to return to her own world, any doctor who examined her would understand that she'd had anal intercourse, because her stretched-wide anus would be a sure giveaway. As if to reinforce her thoughts, the phallus that occupied her rectum pounded her with further violence, hammering her hard as the thick, hard cock slammed deeper and deeper within her impaled buttocks.



Again, Buffy struggled, writhing and thrashing upon the ground, but it was no use. She was held fast within the grip of the winding phalli, a captive to the lusts of this demon dimension as, at the moment, they were expressed, perversely and outrageously, through these vegetative pricks that violated her not only sexually but emotionally and spiritually as well. The demon inhabitants of this world seemed intent upon ravishing her every way possible, that they might break her spirit and her will.



Buffy ceased struggling. She lay still, surrendering herself to the threefold assault, accepting the cock in her mouth, the prick in her cunt, and the penis in her ass. Perhaps, as with the penises of vampires and men, once the damned plant-phalli reached orgasm, spilling their foul seed, they would wilt and droop, withering like the fruit of a blighted vine. Maybe then, when the demon-pricks were satiated, the cocks that pinned her to the ground would release her so that, dripping blood and semen, she could hobble away in the night to nurse her wounds, to nurture her rage, and to plot her revenge.



The Slayer opened her tear-filled eyes. They widened. Her heart skipped a beat, and her muscles tensed. Standing before her was a transparent likeness of the witch she'd come to rescue. Like Buffy, Willow was also naked. It was disconcerting to view the dark sky through the witch's face, shoulders, breasts, and tummy and to see the dark shadows of the penis-plants through her groin, hips, and legs--disconcerting, but wonderful!



Willow! Buffy thought. She would have given voice to her friend's name, and she would have smiled with delight, had it not been for the thick, hard cock that stuffed her mouth and filled her throat.



"Buffy!" the see-through Willow cried, distressed at the plight of her friend, the mighty Slayer whom the witch had never thought she'd see in such a predicament as this. Then, Willow's wide eyes caught sight of the erect cock being sucked by the tubular plant stalk and of the clump of testicles within the Slayer's tight, bunched scrotum. "Buffy!" she exclaimed a second time, her tone one of amazement and shock. "You're a boy!" Her brow furrowed in confusion, the witch looked again at her helpless friend. "No," she corrected herself, "not a boy, but a boy-girl, a girl-boy." She shook her head.



Help me! Buffy screamed silently.



Willow shook her head at the astounding contradiction represented by the Slayer's having pert tits, a cock-stuffed cunt, and a stiff cock standing upright above a pair of balls. "A shemale vampire slayer?" she said dubiously. Then, she smiled, thinking of how much fun she and Buffy could have together. First, though, she must set her friend free, Willow realized. She smiled at the thought that she would be rescuing the rescuer.



Sensing the witch's presence, several of the penis-plants' phallic stalks reared, waving back and forth. Suddenly, one shot forward, darting between Willow's translucent legs. It wriggled, shoving itself toward the witch's labia, but it was unable to gain access to her cunt. Willow, it seemed, was not only see-through, but she was also invulnerable to the grotesque phallus. Instead of penetrating her, it slid right through her, as if she were a ghost. Another plant-penis jabbed at Willow's buttocks, with no more success than the other cock. Willow grinned.



Help me! Buffy shrieked in her mind.



Lifting her arms so that they extended from her shoulders, the witch chanted. Thunder boomed, and the darkness trembled with flashes of lightning.



Come on, Willow, Buffy urged silently.



A hard rain began to fall.



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

