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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)
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
Love's Eternal Flame
Joyce opened the door a crack. She could see Buffy and Dawn in their rooms,
readying their bodies for an evening of selling themselves on the street.
The sound of the breaking mirror drew Buffy and Dawn to Joyce’s room. Dawn
left her bedroom door open, music from her stereo filling the house. Joyce
was sitting on the bed, staring at the wall.
“Mom, what is it?”
Joyce didn't reply.
They clustered around her.
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
She remained silent.
They put their arms around her. She wrenched them away. “Don't touch me!
Girls, you must never touch me ever again!”
They looked at her baffled.
“Mom is your head ok?” Dawn voiced their concern.
“My head’s fine, Dawn. The doctors say my tumour has miraculously healed
itself” she laughed at the preposterous irony of it.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? I TORTURED you, that’s what’s wrong! I did such
awful things to you both!” she turned away, “Don't look at me, please don't
look at me!”
Dawn and Buffy exchanged a glance. Buff went forwards and took Joyce around
the waist, Joyce struggling futilely as the Slayer pulled her back to the
bed. Dawn placed her arms around her mother’s shoulders. Joyce closed her
eyes and grimaced.
Buffy took Joyce’s head in her hands and made her open her eyes. She stared
into them deeply.
“I love this face. This face is my first memory, the first thing I remember
in my life. I loved it from that very first moment, it was the first thing I
ever loved. I will NEVER stop loving it”
Joyce’s tears came. “Oh Buffy…”
Dawn took Joyce’s hands in hers. “I love these hands. These are the hands
that cradled me as a baby, made my birthday cake, stroked my hair and wrapped
my Christmas presents. I don't care what they did to me, I love them, I will
ALWAYS love them”
Joyce shook her head. She ran her hands terribly gently up and down the whip
marks on Dawn’s back, still vivid. Buffy’s Slayer healing took care of her
injuries, her skin was flawless once again. But Dawn would always carry some
faint scarring despite Willow’s best efforts with her magic “Oh Dawnie, I
took your virginity, look what I did to you, you'll have these for the rest
of your life…”
“YOU GAVE ME LIFE!” Dawn was bawling her eyes out by now. “YOU GAVE ME
EVERYTHING!”
“We don't care what you did to us” Buffy explained, “All we care about is
that we have you back, you're back with us mommy, promise us you'll never
leave again, promise us”
Joyce took them in her arms and clutched them to her. “I can't make that
promise. One day I won't be here anymore…”
“Mom don't say that!” Dawn objected. Buffy stayed silent, accepting what her
mother was saying.
“Oh Dawnie, that’s the way of the world. Parents are supposed to die before
their children, they just couldn't live with the heartache if they didn't.
But by the time that happens I'll be old and grey and you'll have children of
your own”
She clutched their heads together and nuzzled her face into their soft and
perfumed hair.
“What did I ever do to deserve such wonderful girls?” she asked.
Buffy and Dawn were silent. It didn't matter that they had no answer.
The music from Dawn’s stereo drifted softly through the house, the sound of
The Bangles filling the air.
“Close you eyes, give me your hand, baby,
I can hear your heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming?
Or is this feeling, an eternal flame?”
All that mattered was that the Summers girls were together once more. And all
three wished they would never part.
Joyce realised that Dawn and Buffy were snuzzling at her neck, licking,
kissing, gently biting. She tensed up, mortified both by what they were doing
and her bodies reaction to it, a tide of desire rising within her.
"Girls, stop that" she breathed, feeling her nipples harden, a
trickle of moisture forming in her cunny.
"G-girls...." Joyce tried again. She attempted to push them away
but it was futile against Buffy's Slayer strength. Or at least that's what
she told herself....
They both looked into her eyes, Buffy's hand making it's way between Joyce's
thighs, Dawn caressing her breasts through the material of her nightie.
"Mom, love us please, make love to us" Buffy begged.
"Please mom" Dawn pleaded. "You don't kiss us any more, you
don't hug us, you won't even look at us. Why do you think we have to go to
strangers to make ourselves feel wanted?"
Buffy kissed Joyce, long and deep, tonguing her for all she was worth. Joyce
yielded to her kiss and returned it with passion. When Buffy pulled away Dawn
was there, her faces inches from her mother's, gazing into her eyes adoringly.
Joyce leaned forwards and found her youngest daughter's lips on hers, their
tongues stroking and caressing one another gently.
Buffy's fingers were stroking the lips of Joyce's labia. With a moan Joyce
parted her legs obligingly and Buffy slipped her digits inside her cunny.
"B-buffy you...you shouldn't" Joyce panted, nevertheless beginning
to grind herself against her eldest daughter's skilful fingers.
"Not like I haven't been here before mom" Buffy pointed out,
thrusting her hand in and out, Joyce's juices flowing like a river as Buffy
fingerfucked her ruthlessly.
"Or that we haven't done this before" Dawn added, easing the straps
of Joyce's nightie off, revealing her breasts in all their glory. Soon she
and Buffy were frenziedly suckling on Joyce's breasts whilst Buffy
masturbated her own mother, the twin sensations rapidly driving Joyce over
the edge.
"Ohhh, oohhhhh, that's it, fuck me, suck on my tits my beautiful girls,
my sweet, sweet babies!" she exclaimed as she orgasmed like crazy.
Buffy withdrew her hand and it was rapidly replaced by Dawn's head. Buffy
continued to suck on Joyce's tits, alternating between the two, occasionally
groping them as she broke away to kiss a moaning and shrieking Joyce. She
noticed her mother had given up any pretence of resistance and was now
hugging Buffy's body to her own and stroking Dawn's hair affectionately as
she thrust her pelvis forwards against her youngest daughter's artful tongue.
Buffy didn't blame Joyce for her wanton shamelessness, she had not only instructed
Dawn to be an expert cocksucker but had been amazed at her rapid acquisition
of formidable cuntlicking skills into the bargain. Joyce's boneshakingly
powerful climax testified to that!
They took mercy on Joyce, giving her time to recover her breath, taking the
opportunity to remove their clothes and their mothers until they were all
lying completely nude together, kissing and stroking, exploring one another's
nude forms. Joyce took Dawn's huge breasts into her hands and examined them
with interest, Dawn's breathing ragged and shallow in response to her
mother's groping.
"Buffy, you gave Dawn some of Drusilla's potion, didn't you?" Joyce
looked at her, a mild reprimand evident in her voice.
Buffy nodded. "I'm a bad, bad girl mommy. You should punish me"
Buffy laid herself over Joyce's lap, proffering her shapely backside for
chastisement. Joyce stared at her in shock but that was nothing compared to
her surprise when Dawn copied Buffy's actions, laying herself in the other
direction, thrusting her backside upwards. "I'm a bad girl too mommy, I
licked your cunt and sell my ass to strangers on the street all the time. I
need punishment as well"
Joyce took a moment to comprehend what they were doing then took a deep
breath and started to beat a steady rhythm on their asscheeks. The next five
minutes were filled with the echo of Joyce's palms slapping against her
errant daughter's pert backsides. Their cries and moans of pain and pleasure
were just audible over the sounds of their spanking. Joyce noted that both
were blatantly toying with their nipples and masturbating each other, their
cunny juices dripping onto her lap.
"No, no more mommy please, please, we'll be good, we promise, we
promise!"
"Yes, yes, punish us mommy, we're bad, bad girls!"
When she eventually stopped Buffy and Dawn gave anguished cries of protest,
urging her to continue. They forgot all about it however when they felt
Joyce's fingers in their cunnies. She brought them both effortlessly to a
mild orgasm then curled her fingers within their tight cunts, flexing and
rippling her knuckles as she fisted them harshly, Buffy and Dawn bucking and
shuddering on her hands, helplessly impaled upon them, screeching their
ecstasy at the top of their lungs.
Joyce waited until they were almost unconscious through orgasm then took pity
on them and released both. They lay on top of her in each others arms, taking
their time to recover, resting their heads on her ample chest , their bodies
soaked in sweat.
"I'm so glad to have you back" Dawn gasped, her arms circled around
both Joyce and Buffy, just as their's were hugged around her.
"Good to be back" Joyce told them, kissing both on the forehead.
Buffy looked Joyce in the face. "Mommy, if I was to ask you to do
something for me, would you?"
"Anything Buffy, you know that"
Buffy skipped from the room and returned a few minutes later to find Joyce
and Dawn in the 69 position, groping one another's breasts and licking each
other out. She just stood in the doorway and watched with an amused smile on
her face as they competed to see who could make the other come the most
times.
She gave them half an hour to recover, just joining them on the bed, happy to
slumber in their arms. When Joyce and Dawn regained their senses Buffy showed
them the object she had brought back with her.
"Buffy, you can't be serious!" Joyce exclaimed, horrified.
"It's different when it's with love, mom" Buffy told her. She
climbed out of the bed and knelt on the floor, her hands behind her head in a
gesture of utter surrender. Joyce was speechless with shock but was even more
amazed when Dawn joined Buffy on the carpet, adopting an identical pose.
Joyce pursed her lips "Girls....you'll tell me if you want me to stop,
won't you? Promise me you will?"
"We promise" they chorused together.
Joyce took up the cat-o-nine-tails Buffy had brought her and began to lightly
whip them, starting as gently as possible but gradually getting harder. Soon
their hips and backs were bright scarlet, pulsing with pleasure and pain.
Joyce thought about stopping but their voices begged her to go on and on.
"Whip us mommy, whip us harder and harder" Buffy implored,
thrusting her backside out, eager for more and more punishment.
"Yessssss, yessssss" Dawn groaned in agreement. Joyce decided she
would continue but wouldn't break their skin. She instinctively knew what
they wanted and gave it to them, angling the whip around until the sharp
leather tongues lashed their enormous breasts and engorged nipples. They came
almost instantly, screaming in orgasm. But Joyce had one more trick up her
sleeve, giving them a single stroke across their cunnies, expertly flicking
the tip of the whip across their labia and clitorises.
They came so hard they both passed out.
When they awakened they were lying once more across Joyce's lap, feeling the
cool touch of her fingers rubbing soothing lotion into their throbbing asses.
They sighed and keened in pleasure at her touch, content to lie there limply
for what seemed like an age, loving every second of her intimate caress.
"Mom, can I ask you for something too?" Dawn asked. Joyce gazed at
her, stroking her hair with her fingers. She nodded, knowing that she could
never refuse Dawn anything. She didn't betray any surprise when Dawn skipped
from the room, passionately kissing and cuddling with an eager Buffy to pass
the time before her youngest daughter returned with the 9-inch strap-on, the
same one she'd used as a vampire to rob her youngest child of her virginity.
The memory of it still horrified Joyce. But she also knew that was why Dawn
wanted it, wanted a new memory that would erase the pain for them both.
"Are you sure that's what you want Dawnie?" Joyce asked her,
Buffy's head resting contentedly on her shoulder as they hugged.
"I'm sure"
"Ok" Joyce led them downstairs to the living room, holding their
hands as though she was walking them to school or something. It was gesture
of intimacy that all three had missed for too long, big smiles on all their
faces.
She lay Dawn down on the table, facing upwards. The sex-toy chest Dawn had
got the strap-on from was still open and Joyce rummaged around inside it
until she found what she was looking for. She attached handcuffs to each of
Dawn's limbs and chained each to a separate leg of the coffee table, leaving
her totally spreadeagled and exposed. She lubed Dawn up then gently eased a
7-inch dildo into her hot, tight, asshole, relieving Dawn's initial
discomfort by sucking on her massive titties and stroking her clitty. Buffy
gazed in wonder at the sight then found Joyce leading her around and sitting
her down on the sofa closest to Dawn's head. Joyce sat on the other sofa,
directly facing her and put on the strap-on before gently easing it into
Dawn's hot, wet cunt, Dawn wincing and struggling to get it all inside her.
The nipple clamps placed on Dawn's momentous breasts finished the job.
"There's a ball gag in there too" Dawn suggested slyly, nodding to
the sex-toy box.
Joyce shook her head "Sorry, Dawnie, you're going to need that clever
mouth of yours for Buffy"
Buffy suddenly realised Joyce's plan. With a big grin she spread her legs and
positioned her cunny over Dawn's head. As Joyce joyously fucked Dawn with the
strap-on Buffy found Dawn's tongue pleasuring her like crazy between the
thighs, the faster Joyce fucked the faster Dawn licked, both of them toying
with Dawn's colossal breasts with one hand, twisting and tugging on the
nipple clamps. With their free hands they pleasured each other's breasts,
sharing a naughty grin and deep, longing kiss with one another. The orgasms
they shared took away all three's ability to walk for several minutes.
Buffy considered how much she'd underestimated her mother's kinkiness over
the years?
"What'll she come up with next?" she wondered.
She didn't have to wait long to find out. Once Dawn had finally regained her
strength she found herself lying face upwards on the sofa, her legs
stretching towards the ceiling, resting against the back cushions. Buffy was
draped face-down over the headrest, her tongue busy inside Dawn's cunt, Joyce
fucking her ruthlessly from behind with the strap-on. She waited until Dawn
had had her third orgasm and Buffy her second before switching the 9-inch
abruptly from Buffy's cunt to her ass, Buffy squealing in shock despite all
the plentiful natural lube on the fake cock penetrating her asshole. She came
like a hurricane once more as Joyce seized her gigantic tits roughly in her
hands and squeezed her jutting nipples just as artfully as Buffy was
stimulating Dawn's awesome breasts with her own fingers. By the time Joyce had
achieved her own fantastic orgasm from fucking a near delirious Buffy all
three were near collapse with sublime exhaustion.
They spent most of the next night and day in bed and in the bubblebath
together. The afternoon was spent naked on the sofa watching incredibly
undemanding television, interrupted only by the occasional knocks of a series
of fast food delivery boys at the door.
"Oh girls, I don't have any money left" fretted Joyce slipping on
her bathrobe at the sound of the latest installment of their feast arriving
on the doorstep.
Buffy winked at her, pulling off the pink t-shirt she'd begun to slip on,
unleashing her stunningly large breasts and leaving her completely nude once
more. "Don't worry mom, I'll show you how to get it all for free"
"I'll handle the tip" Dawn remarked, following Buffy to the door,
her only clothing a blue t-shirt that ended less than half an inch below her
cunny. It hid absolutely nothing as she strutted, her divine backside
swaying, invitingly exposed.
"Well, it's one way to get good service" Joyce mused, sitting back
down on the sofa again, giggling like a schoolgirl.
*
They sat around the table, dressed now for the first time in days. Dawn in
particular seemed to revel in prancing around the house in the nude. Well,
nude except for the butt-plug she periodically wore to keep her sweet ass
available for her mother and big sister's constant enjoyment. But now Joyce
had something serious to say to them and she found she couldn't be firm with
them when they were naked. Strict sure but not firm.
"Girls, I want you to give up working the streets" she told them
simply.
Buffy shook her head. "Sorry mom, cat's out of the bag now. My
inhibitions are gone. Hell, you know that, I've been fucking my mother and
little sister for the best part of a week. But it's more than that. I love my
body, I love the pleasure it gives me, I love the pleasure it gives others
and that pleasures me even more. And the money is GREAT!"
Dawn nodded in agreement "She's right. With everything we've done we can't
go back to our old life now. Some of the sex I've had I've enjoyed more than
I ever thought possible. And the money really is GREAT!"
"I want to take us all to some pacific island paradise for vacation this
year" Buffy proposed, remembering the ideal scenario she'd once outlined
to Willow. Well now she had the cash to do it.
"And after that I want to take us all on a tour of Europe. Think of all
the art we can see" Dawn suggested keenly.
"I understand girls, I really do" Joyce conceded "But it's you
working the streets I object to, not your whoring, they're your bodies and
you should be free to have sex with anyone you want"
"Well, what do you suggest then?" Buffy asked.
"I have something in mind" Joyce replied, unable to stop herself
smiling at her own inventiveness.
*
To be concluded in Pt 7, Madam Joyce's
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