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Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All belongs to Joss Wheldon and Mutant Enemy, none to me, this is a free story intended for internet distribution only
Summary; This is a further exploration of my own work, Never Part that I felt needed a little more. As always a little once I start writing turns into a great deal more.So here we are, Drusilla and VampJoyce sexually enslave Buffy and force her to work the streets as a common whore. But events take a rather unexpected turn...(happy/kinky ending as ever don't worry.In fact if you ever have a story that upsets you in any genre just drop me an email and I'll write a happy ending for you) )
Rating; NC-17. Buffy/Dawn torture, loads of sex in every conceivable form and character. As always, everyone is above the age of consent whatever that is where you are.
Timeline; season 5
Feedback; goolcaptain@aol.com
This chapter ventures into what is known as 'GOT' fic so it get's pretty damn outrageous from here on in. It also has a segment written as a response to a request by Dade, I hope you like it.

Buffy the Streetwalking Hooker Pt 4;
Buffy the alien sex slave breeder

He always liked her in white. It varied, sometimes bra and panties with stockings and suspenders, sometimes a corset, tonight it was a simple lacy teddy. Much as she adored her red and black outfits she really did like the white, made her feel like a bride on her wedding night. She sometimes wondered if she should add a garter to the costume?
Would she ever get married? It seemed unlikely even before her current career change but she still held out hope, still dreamed of it. She wondered if Willow still dreamed of it too? She remembered they used to have such fun fantasising about it together. Thinking about it she could do an awful lot worse than her current client for husband material.
She swung herself across the armrests of his wheelchair and onto his lap. She could already feel his cock straining through his clothing. That part of his anatomy worked just fine.
"Where tonight? Bed or bath?"
He shook his head. "Right here, in the chair"
She looked at him, bemused. But the obvious occurred to her.
"Hey stud, take me for a ride?" she teased.
He smiled and undid the lace-up front of her teddy, releasing her bountiful breasts. Buffy sighed and moaned with pleasure as he suckled on her. She really never did tire of this sort of attention to her momentous titties, they were just endless fun for all. Her experiences with Monica and couples wanting threesomes had revealed to her exactly why guys went so ga-ga for huge breasts all these years.
She made her way down his body, stripping and kissing as she went and began sucking on his cock like the true expert she was. He came quickly, as she intended. She always liked to start off with blowjob so that her clients would last longer inside her when it came to proper fucking.
She didn't have long to wait, sitting astride him, his hard cock thrusting inside her tight, wet, hot cunt as she clung on for dear life. He certainly didn't lack for energy! His arm muscles were something else, wonderfully hard and chiseled from propelling himself and playing wheelchair basketball. He was also a keen swimmer, Buffy figuring that being in the water gave him a freedom he could never have on land. She had to confess swimmer's builds were her all time favourite in a guy.
"Oh yeah, that's it baby, do it to me! Do me, do me hard! FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE I'VE NEVER BEEN FUCKED BEFORE!" she ground herself against him, biting on his earlobe, arching her back and tossing her head around in a frenzy of fucking that had sweat lashing off her forehead. They came together in such a tsunami of nirvana that it propelled his wheelchair halfway across the room.
They kissed and cuddled until he was hard again. She turned herself around and directed his hands to her breasts, letting him fondle them as he kissed the back of her neck, down her spine to between her shoulder blades, his tongue licking up the faint droplets of sweat it found there, giving her delicious shivers of anticipation. She felt him rise again, his cock easing it's way between her ass cheeks as it hardened and beginning to force it's way inside her. She pushed herself down upon it, relaxing her tight puckered nethermouth and letting him stray deep inside her delectable ass. Her hands busied themselves between widely spread thighs as he ass-fucked her with wild abandon. With long practice she timed her orgasm to coincide exactly with his.
They lay there together for a long time, both enjoying the sensation of just being naked in one another's arms, their hearts beating against each other. She knew that they'd strayed far over the hour he'd paid for but she didn't care, it just felt so good, here, nude, held in his strong, strong arms.
"Buffy, I've got something to tell you"
She bit her lip. She hoped he wasn't going to tell her that he was in love with her. So many had. They never seemed to realise that when she was with them she was their perfect woman, doing anything they liked. Her interests were theirs, her only desire to please them. It wasn't the real her, even if she did find incredible pleasure in the role she played. And sometimes developed a real affection for her regular clients.
"I've met someone else. A real girl"
"I'M a REAL girl" Buffy pointed out with a wry smile.
"You know what I mean"
Buffy nodded "I know. You're saying this is our last time together"
He nodded.
"Wow!" thought Buffy "Even when I'm a prostitute I can still get chucked. I am the queen of the dumpsville"
"I'm sorry" he told her earnestly.
"Don't be, I'm really happy for you" she replied truthfully. She'd miss him but this was the best possible outcome for them both.
He toyed with her hair. "Buffy, you're really strong aren't you?"
"Not really a secret is it?" The great unspoken truth about Sunnydale was pretty common knowledge nowadays, Slayers and all.
"Can I ask you one last thing?"
She put the music on as he requested. 'Smoke gets in your eyes' by The Platters. One of her father's favourite songs. She picked him up out of the chair, holding him up by the waist as they danced together. With his new girlfriend he would be able to go places and do things he would never be able to do with her. But no other girl would ever be able to dance with him as she did now.
She cried real tears of joy for the first time she could remember in a long, long while.
*
He wasn't quite human, his skin a sort of bluish white and his eyes resembling rectangular crystals. Still his money was as good as everyone else's. Buffy thought that he should use some of it to get himself a proper suit, it looked so cheap it was practically a cast away from a charity shop.
"If you'd be so kind?"
Buffy undressed in about three seconds. It struck her as odd nowadays that she'd ever been shy of exposing her nude body to others, even cringing in the school showers with the other girls despite her evident hotness. Being naked in front of strangers felt as natural as breathing to her now.
He walked around her, inspecting the merchandise and nodding, obviously pleased. Despite his close attentions Buffy got the impression that he wasn't actually aroused by her. The way he looked at her reminded her of a buyer surveying a sports car or a racehorse or something.
"Excellent. If you'd come this way please" he indicated a hatchway leading to a dark cellar. Buffy walked down the steps and he closed the trapdoor after her. She was surprised but his actions were unhurried and calm. Whatever his intentions he didn't seem to want to harm her. Plus she could easily smash her way through the flimsy wooden trapdoor which he didn't even bother to lock.
Her eyes gradually got used to the gloom. The room seemed entirely bare but as she groped her way about in the darkness she noticed what looked like some kind of urn in the centre of the room. Well, that had to be why she was down there. She approached it cautiously and reached out her hand to stroke it's surface finding it cool and leathery.
At her touch the top suddenly began to turn transparent. As she rapidly withdrew her hand she could see something begin to stir inside it. It was only when the top flowered open that she realised what she was looking at.
"IT CAN'T BE!" she thought, retreating backwards, terrified.
Even her Slayer reflexes weren't fast enough to save her. The spore knocked her to the floor and was scrabbling up her body before she even had a chance to recover. Thinking quickly she jammed her forearm in her mouth to block it's entry....
But it didn't head for her mouth. In fact it didn't go anywhere near it.
Buffy felt the tail surge between her legs and found she could do nothing to keep them together. She felt the legs circle her pelvis whilst the main part of the body clamped like a limpet over her cunny. She reached to prise it off but what felt like an electric shock on her clitoris as it surged inside her threw her reeling into the depths of the most incredible orgasm she had ever known, her arms flung back behind her head as her bones seemed to turn to jelly, an express train of divine pleasure surging though every atom of her body.
Maybe 'Facehugger' was the wrong word for it? Maybe 'Cunthugger' was more apt?
When she regained some sense of consciousness she discovered that two tendrils had emerged from the facehugger and attached themselves to her breasts. She gasped as rings of tiny little teeth dug into her aerioles but then moaned in pleasure as they began to tug and suck upon her nipples, milking her like a cow attached to a milking machine. It occurred to her that she should try to peel them away but her strength seemed to fail her. Besides the suckling was just the most exquisite sensation she had ever experienced. Her tit flesh was soon red and sore, making her breasts even more swollen and sensitive than normal but all she felt was a sense of sublime contentment, her fear strangely gone, the oddly pain delectable making her come repeatedly from her nipples being stimulated alone.
"UNNNHHHHH! UNNNNHHHHH! UNNNHHHHH! UNNNNHHHHH!" she groaned helplessly in time with each suck.
She felt the tail wrap around her waist and the tip make it's way between her ass cheeks. It pressed against her tight, puckered ass and Buffy sighed in sweet surrender as it reluctantly flowered open and allowed it entrance. It pumped in and out relentlessly, stimulating all those delicious little nerve endings with the tingling friction of it's smooth reptilian skin.
The twin sensations of her breasts and ass being forcibly pleasured made her flex her legs helplessly further and further apart, her thighs soaked in liquid desire. Encouraged the cunthugger tried to seat more and more of itself inside her, Buffy felt as though it was trying to get it's entire body within hers, filling her up entirely. She could feels it's tendrils everywhere, all the way into her womb. She'd never felt so fantastically complete, it was just amazingly fulfilling. It began to pulse and thrust back and forth, Buffy's clit and g-spot feeling endless spasms of pure joy that made her squirm and writhe in ecstasy. She found herself bucking her hips up angrily, meeting it's thrusting with her own, eager as it was for their mating. She realised that it's sole purpose in life was to impregnate her, to procreate using her body as it's vessel. It was quite literally a sex machine.
But then so was she. At this exact moment the fucking she was receiving was so incredible that she was perfectly happy to volunteer for role!
"OH YES! OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! MATE WITH ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! MAKE ME BEAR YOUR BABIES!" she screamed as she convulsed, feeling it's hot cum flow like a river into her, triggering a blissful orgasm that robbed her of her consciousness once more.
When she came to she was soaked in sweat, the cunthugger lying dead and motionless beside her. She looked down and saw her inevitable swollen belly, heavy with the embryos she could feel growing inside her. She felt fear but also a sense of resignation that calmed her. She figured it must have pumped some form of drug into her bloodstream that was playing havoc with her hormones. It was weird but she also felt a sense of strange affection for the life she was bearing within her, content to further it's existence through her own, to give her body for reproduction in the endless circle of procreation.
She felt her a great power rising within her, as though she was actually being fucked from the inside. Her orgasm was approaching once more and she steeled herself for the violence of the chestburster erupting from her abdomen. But as she climaxed she didn't feel any tearing of her flesh at all. Just awesome pressure within her and the irresistible urge to push...
Time passed in an endless stream of multipile orgasms, one blurring beautifully into the other. When Buffy opened her eyes again she felt an extreme sense of peace and satisfaction. The most utter and complete satisfaction she'd ever known.
She checked herself over and found her body was pristine once more, even her cunny and ass once again restored back to a practically virgin level of tightness. The cunthugger must have done something to her as even Slayer healing didn't work this fast. She checked her belly but there wasn't even any tenderness or a scar of any description.
She sat up and got the shock of her life.
In addition to the empty original egg there were now two more full ones.
After all her years of slaying and the past few months as a slut-for-hire it took a lot to shock Buffy but this did.
"That DIDN'T just happen" she told herself "Those did NOT just come from inside me!"
They couldn't be real, they just couldn't. She reached out her hand to touch the nearest one, to make sure they actually existed.
It flowered open at her touch.
"HOLY!" she exclaimed scrambling backwards on all fours, realising too late what she'd done. This time she actually resisted until it was deep, deep inside her before succumbing to the inevitable and allowing it to claim her as it's host. As she surrendered it occurred to Buffy that she was actually mating with her own progeny. But that was kinda the least of her problems at the moment.
The hours passed in a blissful mixture of pain and pleasure and when she regained her senses there was a dead cunthugger and two more eggs on the floor of the chamber.
"Ok, time to get out of here" she decided. She tottered unsteadily to her feet, her Slayer energy gradually returning. As she turned towards the steps she lost her balance and reached out to break her fall, her hand grazing the top of one of the new eggs...
"Oh for CRYING OUT LOUD!" Buffy exclaimed as the leathery green skin of the ovoid began to turn transparent. She stood with her hands on her hips, an expression of exasperation on her face as the top of the egg split into four equal quarters and the tendrils from the cunthugger inside reached out and began to timidly test the air.
She should go. She should just walk up the steps and away. But she'd already gone this far and if she left now the spore might have to find another host, one who might not have Buffy's stamina.
At least, that's what she told herself. She couldn't deny that the sight of the egg opening had her juicing up nicely, her nipples hard and swollen with anticipation at the orgasmic delights to come.
She walked over and lay down on the floor, spreading her legs as far apart as she could, her arms behind her head, offering her gloriously huge breasts and ripe, dripping cunt to her offspring to do with what it willed.
"Come on baby, I know what you want" she cooed, flexing her pelvis back and forth towards it, beckoning the walking sex organ hither.
It didn't understand her words but it got the message. And then so did she!
She took her time afterwards, just lying there for a long while. On this occasion when she stood up she was completely recovered, standing well clear of the two new eggs she had produced. All she had to do was stride up the stairs and out of this weird breeding chamber.
She glanced at her watch. He'd paid her for the whole night and there were still a few hours to go.
Oh well!
She sauntered over to the nearest egg and rubbed her awesome tits up against it. As it flowered open she squatted down on top of it, making sure that the cunthugger inside had the minimum distance to go to reach it's goal.
Because it would need all it's energy for a lot of other things Buffy had in mind.
*
The trapdoor opened and he walked down into the breeding chamber. Buffy picked herself off the floor and stood before him, surrounded by the five eggs she had produced. She remembered that her mom and Drusilla had drummed into her that her body was designed for pleasuring others AND for reproduction. Well, there was no doubting that now!
He rubbed his hands with glee "Amazing! No one's ever managed more than two before"
He bent down to pick one up.
"DON'T!" Buffy called to him in warning. He shook his head and simply hoisted the egg up to inspect it.
"They don't work on males" he reassured her.
"Oh great" thought Buffy " Now I've got to put up with chauvinist alien breeding pods"
Her trick summoned a couple of servants of the same species who carted the eggs away.
"What do you do with them?" Buffy wondered.
"Treat them with a little radiation, makes them sterile. Then we sell them as exotic sex toys to females all over the galaxy. All of the fucking and none of the pregnancy"
"Wow, they must put the Rampant Rabbit in the shade" Buffy commented "You know they look like...?"
He sighed, obviously accustomed to the question "Yes, we know, tried to take Twentieth Century Fox to court but they hired Wolfram and Hart as their lawyers. We ended up owing THEM money"
Buffy checked her watch. "Well, you've still got me for another ten minutes. Anything else you want to do?"
He broke into a big smile and produced some form of electronic device from his pocket. It shone a odd green light onto Buffy and she found herself utterly paralysed. There followed a flash and she found herself in a huge white-walled room on some form of conveyor belt. On either side of her were a series of naked, beautiful women of all ages and races, looking similarly transfixed. Through a large glass window in the side of the room she could see the planet Earth rotating serenely beneath them with an incredible display of stars beyond it.
"I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore" Buffy reflected.
Halfway along the chamber was a square machine with the conveyer belt leading into it. As she neared it Buffy realised with consternation that the women on the conveyer belt went in on one side and what looked like the alien eggs emerged on the other!
When it came to her turn she steeled herself for what was to come. She found herself sprayed with some form of green gel that rapidly spread all over her body. As it contracted it seemed to force her into the foetal position forming a sac-like coating around her entire body. Relief flooded through her as she realised she could still breathe. She found her confinement oddly comforting, like being in the womb or something?
The coating was semi-translucent and she could just about see out. A tentacle emerged from the ceiling and lifted her into another chamber lined with what looked like thousands of identical eggs arranged neatly in rows upon rows. As the tentacle deposited her in one of the lines she noticed other tentacles spraying some form of white powder over the eggs. A little drifted over her pod and she felt the membrane surrounding her grow cold.
"Suspended animation" she comprehended before the world went black.
*
At first she just felt warmth. Then the sensation of dry air on her skin once more as the egg surrounding her evaporated. Oddly she didn't feel any cramp yet still had the irresistible desire to stand up straight.
She opened her eyes to find herself suspended naked in some form of beam on a stage. She was in the centre of an arena with the stalls filled to the brim with hundreds of aliens of every conceivable species imaginable. She found herself rotating slowly like a Ferrari on a plinth at a motorshow. As she span she counted two suns in the sky and three moons, one of them with a series of rings around it. She also noted that in front of each of the aliens was a crystal that occasionally lit up with different colours and symbols. She noticed that the changes in the symbols were occurring faster and faster and a low roar was emanating from the crowd with growing vigour.
"This is a slave auction and they're bidding on me" she decided. She wondered what sort of price she'd fetch?
The bidding went on for a while then fell off, a klaxon sounding seeming to signify that someone had won this particular competition. The beam transferred Buffy to a line of her fellow slaves who were queuing patiently to have a metal collar fitted by some form of robot. There was nothing compelling them to do so but it just didn't seem to occur to any of them to try to resist, they were just completely demure to the idea, Buffy included. Once Buffy's unusual new necklace was locked securely around her neck the crystal at the front began to glow and the babble of the aliens that had been merely gibberish to her before suddenly made perfect sense. They sounded like the crowd at a 'Poison' concert or something.
"Star Trek eat your heart out" she thought.
She surveyed the crowd. Her gaze seemed to automatically lock on a tall, humanoid alien sitting near the front. The moment her eyes lit upon him a single word formed in her mind, dominating any other thoughts.
"Master"
She strode over to where he sat as if in a hypnotic trance. He ignored her, intent on bidding on another girl. Buffy sat down contentedly at his feet, happy to just be in the presence of her new owner. Beside her sat a trio of other slaves, easily recognisable as such due to being just as nude as Buffy except for their collars which were identical to her own. Two were human women, a nubile red haired teenage girl and gorgeous dark haired older woman. The third female had orange skin and what looked like some form of antennae jutting from the front of her forehead. Oddly, Buffy thought she was the most beautiful of all of them.
*
He led her to the corner of the street. "This is your place, you work this corner"
"I understand, master" Buffy nodded "But I have responsibilities back home". There was no rebellion in her voice, she just wanted him to understand. She felt utterly devoted to him but at the same time despised his suit which was just as bad as the alien back in Sunnydale and a lot more garish. It clashed terribly with his purple skin and four green eyes. He also wore a wide-brimmed hat with a long feather sticking out of the band. Buffy wondered if all pimps dressed the same throughout the galaxy? She was struck by the irony that she had killed every pimp in Sunnydale only to end up becoming the property of one on another planet.
He shrugged. "With the use of the hyperlight drive you'll be back before anyone notices you're even missing. In your time you'll only be gone for a few minutes. Where do you think all the alien abduction stories come from?"
Buffy looked at him, amazed. "But master, if that's true why doesn't everyone know about this?"
"Would you tell people that you wanted to be an alien sex slave for a year?"
"What do you mean, 'wanted to be'?" she queried.
He shrugged "All of you sex slaves actually want to be here. The Gathering Storm made it a part of the Gallifrey treaty after we enslaved three of his companions for a year. When he eventually got them back he gave us the hyperlight drive in return for only taking willing slaves and returning you all home after twelve months service. He invented the truth collar so that we could tell who was willing and who wasn't"
Buffy noticed that a shadow of fear crossed his face when he referred to the 'Gathering Storm' but that wasn't what really troubled her. "I want to be an alien sex slave....I mean, I want to be an alien sex slave. That's not what I want to say, I meant to say that I didn't want to be one"
Her new owner stared at her. This was one inquisitive slave. "In addition to constantly keeping your body in perfect condition and translating every language your collar makes you tell the truth all the time. Try it. Try to lie"
"Ok, let's see" she thought of everything she'd ever lied about in her life. It was a disturbingly long list "I always thought Faith and Cordy were prettier than me. It was me who scratched dad's golfing trophy but I let Dawn take the blame because I was mad at her for borrowing Mr Gordo without permission. I had my first orgasm when I rode my bike down a cobbled street and made sure to cycle down that street every single day afterwards. I pretend my favourite film is 'When Harry met Sally' but actually it's 'American Pie'. I secretly dreamt of marrying Giles and used to masturbate for hours on that fantasy. I say I don't like President Bush but I'm actually glad he was in charge on September the 11th because I don't think anyone else would have gone after the terrorists so ruthlessly. When the Master bit me I had a hell of an orgasm. I think MTV is really stupid but I'm still a fan of Britney Spears and often practice her dance moves in my bedroom mirror. I always suspected Scott Hope was gay but just didn't want to tell anyone after my disaster with Angel. I say men and woman are equal but I really consider women to be inherently superior to men. I know it's trendy to say Sean Connery but I think everyone knows that Roger Moore is the best James Bond. I still dream that my mom and dad will get back together. I genuinely loved Riley but knew that we were never going to be a long term thing. I wish Xander really were my brother. I always longed to be a hooker and when I became one it was kinda a dream come true. I think my feet are my worst features. I intend to have seven children and name them all after the kids in 'The Sound of Music'. Your suit is the UGLIEST thing I've ever seen. I've always felt a strong attraction to Dawn and my mom and wonder what it would be like to have a threesome with them...Okaaay, I believe you, I can only tell the truth. So what?"
He adjusted his appalling suit self-consciously, a little uncomfortable. Sometimes the slave collar's truth device told you more than you wanted to hear "Do you want to be an alien sex slave?"
"Yes master, it's always been a secret fantasy of mine...oh!" she actually put her hand to her mouth in shock upon confessing her guilty desire.
He looked at her triumphantly. He pointed to the other sex slaves working the street as hookers, some human, some not. " Don't worry, you're not the only one by a long chalk"
"But if we all secretly want to be here and it only lasts for a year then we're not actually slaves at all" she pointed out. "So why pretend we are?"
He looked a little embarrassed. "Well, where would be the fun if we didn't pretend?"
"MEN!" Buffy exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief "Or maybe that should be 'males' as you're not human. You're really twisted master, you know that?"
"Hey, YOU'RE the one who wants to be an alien sex slave for a year" he retorted.
He had a point. Not to mention all those cunthuggers being exported to horny females all over the galaxy.
"Women" Buffy conceded "We're just as twisted!"
*
They cruised past her streetcorner for the third time. She wondered if they were ever going to summon up the courage to stop but this time they did, doing a U-turn and pulling up alongside her.
Buffy wore a pair of ultra-short, skin tight silver hot pants that showed off her exquisite ass something wonderful . On her feet were a pair of matching silver knee length Go-Go boots with spiked heels. Criss-crossing across her chest in the shape of a large X were a pair of thin, shiny metal strips extending from her hot pants to the slave collar around her neck. They covered her nipples but left the rest of her totally nude from the waist up, exposing the remainder of her awesome breasts to all.
The silver theme extended to her lipstick and eyeliner and into the silver coloured streaks she'd dyed into her hair. She finished it off with a pair of silver coloured hoop earrings and a small silver coloured handbag that also served as a reader for the alien credit devices so many of her johns used.
She felt like a hood ornament. If Giles ever got himself a Rolls Royce she could pose on the tip of the bonnet for him. But her clients seemed to like it and her street name of Silver was pretty classy as hooker nicknames went.
She surveyed the young aliens in their hover-pod. They were a mixed bunch which was unusual, most species tending to stick with their own kind. Probably students from one of the social societies at the alien education centres. Frat boys were frat boys whatever planet you were on.
Buffy looked them over. The insect-like alien was at the hover-pod's controls, his many limbs useful in working the controls. She liked the insect-like aliens, their hard bodies and endless energy were such a turn on. Some of the bee-like one's would also bring her nectar as some form of offering which was absolutely delicious. They were so enthusiastic in their lovemaking it gave her a whole new appreciation of the term 'like wasps around a jam-pot'. Honey to the bee, indeed.
The plant-like one was beside him. They had their good points too, all those tendrils and vines to wrap around your limbs whilst they fucked you and milked your titties, for a girl like Buffy who enjoyed a bit of bondage they were just the thing. Plus the pheromones they released further heightened her sexual pleasure and with their flowers they smelt a lot better than some of the others.
The giant slug nearly took up the whole back seat. They didn't look it but Buffy found that they could be sensational in the sack, so big and powerful, it felt as though she was being pleasurably crushed by a great big comfy bag of jello. It was like being titanically fucked by a bouncy castle. She tried not to share it with her other clients but she'd found that they also had the biggest cocks of all she'd encountered in a dozen star systems. Even with her collar's enhanced healing abilities and all the slime they produced as lubrication she sometimes had trouble taking them all the way inside her. Which she found an extremely fun problem! Princess Leia had been a lucky girl to be chained up by Jabba the Hutt like that.
Almost being squeezed out of the pod by the slug was the octopus-like creature. She never figured herself for a tentacle girl but they were her all time favourites, able to simultaneously pleasure each and every orifice at once whilst also sucking on her mammoth tits AND entwining her limbs. Plus like the slugs they secreted their own lubrication which was always a bonus. She would almost fuck them for free except that would displease her master which was unthinkable to her.
She slinked over to them, able to understand to understand their conversation through the crystal attached to the front of her slave collar.
"Let's take her, she's beautiful" opinioned the slug. Buffy always wondered why such radically diverse creatures found human women attractive? Shouldn't slugs be attracted to other slugs?
"I don't know" the octopus commented "What's the point of a girl with only two breasts? Although they are spectacular"
"Quality not quantity" the slug replied.
"Guys, we've got to decide quickly. I only live for thirty days and I can only mate for three of them" the insect objected. Buffy suddenly realised why she never got any repeat business from her insect clients no matter how much she pleasured them.
"Plus I told my mom we'd have the hover-pod back by eight" the plant added.
"Teenagers!" thought Buffy "The same the universe over!"
*
Buffy took another deep breath of the sleeping gas and sighed with pleasure.
She was in a chamber on the spaceship lined with glass booths. Two thirds of the booths were empty, their slavegirls already deposited back on their home planets. The remaining third were filled with human females on their way back to Earth.
Each slave wore what looked like an anaesthetist's mask over her face, attached by a tube to the top of the booth. The gas piped into it kept them all sleepy and mellow in roughly equal measure. Buffy could never remember feeling this contented in her life, it was like permanently basking in the afterglow of the most incredible orgasm ever. It also made her already enormous breasts enlarge and lactate like crazy!
Attached around her aerioles were a pair of huge suckers that pumped rhythmically back and forth, extracting an endless stream of gushing, rich milk through her massively engorged nipples. It cycled through a pair of clear plastic tubes that snaked into a huge clear tank in the centre of the room where it would be stored and used to nourish the many alien progeny the human sex slaves had given birth to during their time as interplanetary whores. For the first time in her life Buffy could truly understand the expressions of sheer joy and satisfaction on the faces of new mothers as they suckled their babies.
Around her pelvis there circled what appeared to be a pair of armoured panties. In fact they worked like a reverse strap-on, two huge metallic vibrators thrusting inwards, front and back, penetrating deeply into Buffy's ass and pussy. As a result of their stimulation she was orgasming almost continually, her stare a look of glazed ecstasy. Looking around she could see the other women in their booths undergoing exactly the same treatment, their expressions of utter euphoria the same as her own.
Her ears were filled with the gentle humming of machinery, the wonderful squelching of the slavegirls being milked and their muted cries of delightful pain mixed with indescribable pleasure.
Whatever they were pumping into her bloodstream was also restoring her body to it's physical ideal again. Wasn't so important for Buffy with her Slayer healing but it was vital for the other women. Some of the younger girls had even had their virginity restored and everyone had had their breasts massively enlarged. Frederick's of Hollywood could expect a huge run on their extra-extra large size bras once they all got home. Plus a lot of jewellery shops would find themselves sold out of necklaces and diamond chokers, Buffy missing the divine feeling of her slave collar around her neck just as much as the rest of her compatriots.
Through the chamber's window Buffy could see beautiful, wondorous sight of the Earth hoving into view. She had mixed feeling towards it, filled with joy at the sight of home but a little sad at the idea of her sensual holiday coming to an end.
*
"Now crossing Washington. Dana Scully for the FBI headquarters followed by Diana Prince for IADC headquarters"
The ex-slaves waited patiently in line for their turn at the transmat beam, each taking it in turn to kiss and hug the next one to step onto the teleportation disk. They had shared so much together and all agreed that they loved one another like crazy. None seemed that keen on the idea of a reunion back on Earth however, it would make this fantastic, erotic dream they had all shared a little too real.
"What about our clothes?" Buffy asked as the cute, petite redhead and the incredibly voluptuous and totally stunning, statuesque brunette were transported back to the exact spot on Earth they'd been taken from.
The dispatcher didn't bother to look up from his clipboard "They'll be where you left them. Now crossing California, Prue and Phoboe Halliwell for San Francisco followed by Bree Van Der Camp for Wisteria Lane, Fairview and Buffy Summers for Sunnydale".
"That's Bree HODGE!" the red-haired MILF told him sternly as the foursome reluctantly parted from the affectionate goodbyes of the other women and took their position on the teleportation disks.
"Whatever!" he remarked as they vanished.
*
Buffy found herself back in the breeding chamber in Sunnydale, facing the alien who had zapped her in the first place. She noticed that he had put away his gizmo but that the silhouette of her body formed by her sweat on the floor hadn't even dried yet.
"You owe me about a million dollars!" she informed him forcefully.
"For what?" he asked.
"For what? A million bucks for a million fucks, that's for what! The fee you paid me was for one night, not a year"
He showed her his watch. "No, in Earth time you were gone for exactly three minutes. And I hired you for a night of Earth time with ten minutes left on the clock when you left. Strictly speaking I've still got you for another seven minutes"
"SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Buffy exclaimed as she followed him up the stairs and out of the breeding chamber "I need to join some sort of union"
*
To be continued in pt5; 'The Hookerisation of Dawn' so stay tuned