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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 and this story is for free 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 5/7+
Some people have asked exactly how big Buffy and Dawn's magically enlarged
breasts are? Whilst I've compared them to volleyballs and large spherical
melons the simplest answer is that they're as big as you (and they) ideally
want them to be.
Alternatively (and taking it as read that you must be 18+ to be reading
anything on AFF) have a look at Ms Americana & co here http://www.superheroinecentral.com/mrx/xpage/index.html
and you'll understand what I'm describing
And so it ends! Please note that everything else works out exactly as it does
in the show except that a larger number of SITs and Scoobies survive the
final battle and the Slayer army that features in the comics is of a slightly
different character (hope you like it Vicki).
Feedback; goolcaptain@aol.com
Buffy the Streetwalking Hooker pt 7; Madam Joyce's
She'd made it.
Been dodging blind guys with knives for the past two weeks but she'd made it.
She didn't know what to expect, a castle or something. It was a surprisingly
ordinary looking house although it had obviously had a large extension fitted
very recently.
She checked the address again. 1630 Revello Drive. Yes, this was it.
Eve walked up the pathway to the front door. She found herself instinctively
checking the bushes left and right for Bringers but they were none.
She'd made it.
As she neared the door she heard voices from the back garden. Intrigued she
made her way to the corner of the house and had a peek. There were dozens of
young girls on the rear lawn practicing martial arts with assorted weapons.
Yes, this was the right place Ok, the Slayer's house. Something else was so
surprising that it took her a moment or two to comprehend it.
They were all dressed like total shanks!
They were wearing some kind of skimpy uniform that made them look like the
sluttiest cheerleaders ever, more the kind you saw in porno films than what
you'd see on the touchlines at a real game. Maybe it was some sort of
disguise? Well, at least it was well suited for the exertion of combat
training.
She walked back round to the front and knocked on the door, holding her
breath as it was opened. She was presented with a beautiful, willowy young
girl in some sort of French maids uniform, complete with fishnet stockings.
The skirt was so short Eve could actually see the suspenders holding the
stockings up, the lace up front almost totally revealing her ample cleavage.
She wondered if she'd actually got the wrong address and hadn't turned up at
some sort of offshoot of the Playboy Mansion?
"Yes?" the maid inquired.
"Um...Rupert Giles sent me" Eve blurted out.
"I see" the maid nodded, obviously expecting her. She reached out
and prodded Eve in the shoulder, making her totter backwards a little.
"What was that for?" Eve demanded as she regained her balance.
"Just checking" the maid told her. She opened the door wide and Eve
cautiously made her way inside. She noticed the girl wore a necklace with the
name 'AMANDA' spelled out in what looked like real diamonds. A little more
disturbing was the fact that inscribed in gold beneath the jewels were the
words 'Property of Dawn Summers'.
Amanda shut the door and beckoned her to follow. Eve couldn't help but watch
Amanda's pert ass and legs wiggling seductively as she strutted in her
ridiculously high heels. Her apprehension grew as she noted that the words
'Property of Dawn Summers' were also tattooed on Amanda's right thigh. It was
nothing compared to the apprehensive gulp she gave at Amanda's odd choice of
words when she whispered to her "You'll love it here, it's
orgasmic!"
The house was tasteful but a little overdone with lots of red carpeting and
gilt edged marble. It was also stiflingly warm, even for a Southern Bell like
Eve.
As Amanda walked her into the living room Eve realised exactly why it was
kept so hot. There were at least a dozen beautiful girls lounging around,
dressed in nothing but the skimpiest lingerie. It was as if she was backstage
at a Victoria's Secret Catalogue Show. Eve simply stood there and stared,
shocked into silence.
"Thank you Amanda" Eve turned to see who had spoken. It was a
beautiful older woman, what the guys would call a MILF or Mrs Robinson. She
wore a classy looking black evening dress, wearing more clothing than
virtually every other woman in the room put together. She stroked Amanda's
hair affectionately, the dark haired maid smiling and bobbing her head
submissively in response, obviously delighted to be praised so.
Amanda left and the woman turned to a still stupefied Eve. "Welcome to
Madam Joyce's. I think you'll really enjoy yourself here. Come closer and let
me look at you"
Eve felt like running from the room but instead found herself walking over to
her, conscious that all eyes were upon her. She shivered with nervousness at
their gaze, the other girls leering at her openly. She felt like a piece of
string dangled into a basketful of kittens.
"This...this is a cat house!" Eve stuttered.
"Sure is!" a buxom blonde on the sofa agreed, cuddling a small
black and white feline lying on her lap.
Madam Joyce cupped Eve's face in her hands and gazed into her eyes, stroking
her cheek softly with her fingers.
"My you're a pretty little thing" she opinioned. Eve blushed then
suddenly found herself surrounded by the other girls
"Take your clothes off" Madam Joyce ordered.
"Wha..what?" Eve stuttered.
"Willow, Tara" Joyce called out to a gorgeous redhead in a skimpy
pink teddy and her companion, the buxom blonde dressed in white lingerie who
had spoken earlier. They smiled and held hands then made a gesture with their
fingers. Suddenly Eve found herself stark naked, her clothes scattered about
the floor. She reached frantically to retrieve them but found her wrists
grasped by two impossibly strong hands. She looked up and found herself
facing a incredibly well-endowed petite blonde and beautiful dark-eyed
brunette, the latter towering over her in her spike-heeled black PVC thigh
boots. They pinned her arms to her sides and began to gently stroke and
explore her naked body with their free hands. Eve opened her mouth to protest
but instead found herself giving a low moan of pleasure as Buffy teased her
nipples between forefinger and thumb whilst Faith stroked the tips of her
fingers up and down Eve's labia. Eve found herself getting incredibly wet,
her nipples achingly hard, her legs flexing apart as though to make way for
something. Her pulse raced, her breathing increasingly shallow and ragged.
She became aware that all the girls in the room had gathered around her and
were showering every millimetre of her nude body with kisses and caresses,
licking and stroking every piece of her flesh. Eve couldn't help but to grind
herself against the nimble fingers thrusting in and out of her tight, wet
cunt, feeling hotter and hotter as the fingers on her titties were replaced
by two willing mouths, sucking and gently biting on her nipples. She squirmed
and writhed exquisitely as she felt sharp fingernails probing her asshole,
the fingers now well slicked with her abundant cunny juices. Buffy and Faith
released her arms and Eve found her hands pressed against the nubile female flesh
that surrounded her, their bodies rubbing provocatively against one another.
There was a constant slap of palms spanking her ass until her hips pulsed
fiery red with pain. Yet oddly Eve found the sensation somehow
pleasurable....
A stunning young dark-haired girl was busy with her tongue between Eve's
thighs, making her groan like a bitch in heat. Eve winced a little as the
girl's tongue pressed softly against her hymen. She looked up towards Madam
Joyce who was watching developments approvingly. "She's still a virgin
mom!"
Eve's eyes widened as she realised the relationship between the two but that
was nothing compared to her surprise at Joyce's response.
"Excellent! That'll raise her price considerably"
Eve tried to protest once more but Madam Joyce silenced her with a long
probing kiss. When she eventually withdrew her tongue it was instantly
replaced by one of Tara's massive tits. Eve found she just couldn't resist
suckling on the huge nipples that were alternatively thrust into her mouth,
the joyous memory of being a baby nursing in her mother's arms coming rushing
back. Amidst all the other stimulation she barely noticed Joyce's hand
stroking her hair until she whispered softly in her ear "Do you want to
come little one? Do you want to come so hard there'll never be any going
back? Come harder than you've ever come before?"
Eve nodded frantically but didn't stop sucking on Tara for a moment.
"Then so you shall" Joyce informed her with a beaming smile before
biting gently on the young girls earlobe. As Eve felt the impending rush of
orgasmic pleasure building within her she comprehended that they had
deliberately kept her on the very edge of orgasm until she had been won over
to her seduction and yielded her body to them. But by then it was far too late,
climax after climax erupting within her, Eve's legs buckling beneath her, she
only remained standing upright due to the support provided by the press of
shapely bodies all around her.
"YES! YEESSSS! UH, UHHHH, LICK ME! FUCK ME! SUCK ME! UNNGHH! UNNNGGGHHHH!
MAKE ME COME!!! MAKE ME COOOMMMMEEEEE!!!!!" she cried.
"I just love her accent" observed Anya, her voice serenely calm in
contrast to Eve's excitement.
By the time they took pity on her she had screamed her voice away in orgasm,
Eve hoarse from begging them not to stop.
*
She came to lying on the sofa, her body splayed over half a dozen laps,
gentle hands stroking her softly, massaging her deliciously throbbing
buttocks and taking the pain away, leaving only a curiously sweet stinging
sensation. She sighed deeply with contentment, relaxing into her pose,
feeling like a cat having it's tummy rubbed whilst lying stretched out,
lazing in front of a roaring fire. She felt the urge to purr, totally
surrendering, in their power and absolutely euphoric to be so.
"We going to patrol tonight, B?" Faith asked her fellow Slayer
whilst teasing Eve's nipples with her hands.
Buffy nodded, running her palms delicately over Eve's thighs, brushing the
younger girl's soft pubic hair with her fingers "Yeah but let's stop by
Xander's first and check in on Spike. I'll take Daisy Duke here downstairs
for conditioning before we go"
Eve barely understood their words but she certainly understood when she felt
Buffy fasten a chain link collar around her neck. Buffy tugged on the leash,
bringing Eve to her feet and then led her unresisting from the living room
and down the stairs to the basement.
In the cellar Eve recognised Willow and Tara from the gang-fucking she had
received in the living room. She didn't recognise the nubile dark-haired
young girl on her knees who was avidly licking out Tara's cunny whilst
simultaneously being whipped with a cat-o-nine-tails by a black PVC clad
Willow. But to judge by the 'Property of Willow & Tara' tattoo on her
right hip she belonged to them. Eve noted that despite the kneeling girl's
predicament and the pain she had to be experiencing she was still
masturbating herself furiously, playing with her breasts with one hand, the
other busy within her cunny.
Buffy gave her a reassuring little squeeze and kissed her again, Eve
revelling in both. She indicated towards the girl Willow was whipping.
"Don't worry, Kennedy is a bit of a brat. Of course that makes her all
the more fun for Tara and Willow to break. They share everything together"
She led Eve by the leash across to the far corner and pulled back a curtain
to reveal a sight that took Eve's breath away.
There was a naked girl suspended from the ceiling. Her arms and legs were
folded behind her back, chains around her wrists and ankles attached to a
hook embedded in one of the cellar's overhead rafters. She was blindfolded, a
ball gag in her mouth and what looked like a pair of bejewelled crocodile
clips in the shape of butterflies attached to her swollen, red and sore
looking nipples. A gentle humming was coming from both as they vibrated, as
it also did from the generously sized vibrator protruding from her cunt and
the buttplug firmly lodged in her ass. A fan like device attached to the wall
swatted a riding crop across her now bright scarlet buttocks every few
seconds with an audible "CRACKKK!!!!". Eve thought it looked
incredibly uncomfortable but she could see the girl was also flushed with the
unmistakable afterglow of a truly wonderful orgasm. Or a long series of them?
She was trembling, drenched in sweat, her breathing sounded like a steam
train working up speed, a veritable puddle of cunny juices on the floor
directly underneath her pelvis.
Buffy began to release the girl, turning off the spanking machine and
massaging her limbs to get some feeling back into them as she freed her. Eve
went to help but Buffy shook her head and pulled Eve down onto her knees with
a firm tug of the lead attached to the collar around the younger girls neck.
"It's important that I do this alone" Buffy told her, not unkindly.
Eve nodded in understanding and Buffy smiled and patted her head. Eve found
it a little unnerving how much she enjoyed pleasing Buffy, obeying the Slayer
gave her a delicious little thrill. She realised her emotion was exactly the
same as that which she had witnessed on Amanda's face when Joyce had praised
her. It made her glow with happiness. And made her cunny drip with
anticipation, finding an erotic charge in her submission.
She waited obediently on her knees whilst Buffy unchained her captive and
removed the sex toys from her body one by one, leaving the blindfold to last.
She offered her a bottle of water and the girl drank it down in one as Buffy
stroked her hair and asked her "Well, Chloe, how do you feel now?"
The girl cast the empty bottle aside and threw her arms around Buffy, kissing
her with everything she had. "Wonderful mistress, absolutely wonderful!
I love you! I love you! I love you!"
Buffy hugged her and kissed her back just as enthusiastically. She took a
necklace from her stocking's top and placed it around Chloe's neck. Eve
didn't have to see it to know what it said.
'CHLOE; Property of Buffy Summers'
"I'll take you into town tomorrow to get your tattoo" Buffy
informed her as Chloe eagerly slipped it on. Chloe looked overcome with
gratitude. She tried to speak but in the end just decided to kiss Buffy
again. After a few minutes Buffy noticed that Chloe looked a little
uncomfortable.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" she asked her.
Chloe nodded insistently, switching from one foot to the other, almost
dancing a little jig.
"It's ok, that's what everyone wants when you first release them. Go on
ahead and I'll catch you up. Meet you in the hot-tub"
Chloe's face shone with enthusiasm and she turned to Eve, still looking a little
apprehensive but remaining kneeling obediently at Buffy's feet. "Don't
worry, you'll LOVE it! And you'll feel so amazingly different
afterwards"
Buffy gave Chloe a playful spank on the ass, Chloe giving an excited little
squeal then skipping upstairs to the bathroom, Buffy looking fondly after her
as she went.
Buffy gestured to the chains, dangling ominously "Your place is
prepared"
Eve swallowed hard at the idea. But she thought about the obvious pleasure
Chloe had experienced from her 'conditioning'. She had to admit she was
curious as hell to experience as to what it would be like and could feel the
tingle of sexual excitement building deep within her. Besides Buffy was so
damn beautiful. And what she had experienced since arriving at Madam Joyce's
had felt so good it just couldn't be wrong....
She willingly proffered her wrists to Buffy one by one for divine
imprisonment and soon found herself dangling from the ceiling just as Chloe
had been, her limbs chained behind her back, totally helpless, utterly
restrained, exposed and vulnerable. She gave a high-pitched squeak as Buffy
applied the nipple clamps followed by a murmur of ecstasy as they began to
vibrate. She bit her lip as Buffy eased the butt plug into her tight ass,
giggling helplessly as it too began to tremble, awakening a dark sexual urge
within her.
Rather than using the dildo and taking Eve's virginity Buffy substituted a
vibrating egg which fitted snugly into Eve's already dripping wet slit
without penetrating too deeply. She noted that drops of Eve's cunny juices
were already falling onto the floor, adding to the large damp patch that
Chloe had created.
The ball gag stifled Eve's growing cries of yearning and arousal, muffling
her shrieks as the spanking machine began to stroke harshly across her
buttocks. The last thing Eve saw before Buffy applied the blindfold was Tara
and Willow turning Kennedy into a human sandwich, fucking both her ass and
cunny simultaneously with a pair of 9-inch strap-on's as she stood in
handcuffs between them. Eve noted that Kennedy was slumped forwards, near
unconscious due to her unending stream of orgasms, her head resting
comfortably on Tara's magnificently large breasts. Eve realised with relish
that it was one of a great many new experiences she had to look forwards to.
Buffy kissed her tenderly on the cheek, checking that all parts of the
Sluts-In-Training conditioning process were now in place .
"I'm off to order your necklace" she whispered into her ear in
parting, confident that it would be a new and very different Eve that would
greet her in the morning.
*
He knocked on the door. It was opened by a beautiful young blonde girl in a
French maid's outfit. She wore a diamond necklace that proclaimed that her
name was Eve and that she was the property of Buffy Summers. The girl had the
familiar look of glazed contentment in her eyes he'd seen in the faces of all
the Sluts-In-Training at Madam Joyce's. The combination of longing desire and
submissiveness they projected was an irresistibly sexy mix.
He couldn't resist pinching her pert ass as she led him to the living room,
Eve giving a chirp of delight as he did so. Madam Joyce was there to warmly
greet him as always, dressed in a ravishing evening gown.
"Mr Smith how nice to see you again. Annabelle take his coat,
please" Another S-I-T also dressed as a French maid relieved him off his
garment. A third maid, Molly, brought him his favourite drink, a Manhattan
whilst a fourth, Kennedy, pulled up a chair for him. It was so nice to be
remembered.
"Well, who can we interest you in tonight?" Madam Joyce inquired
gesturing to the line up. The girls clustered around eagerly, each keen to be
the first selected.
Buffy and Dawn stood arm in arm, Buffy clad in skimpy black lace bra and
panties with matching stockings and suspenders plus high heels, Dawn dressed
near identically but substituting a black lace teddy for Buffy's two piece
underwear. Madam Joyce's was an unusual bordello in that it was never open on
a school night, Joyce insisting that all the girls continue their studies and
get good grades. Her one falling out with her daughters had been when she'd
discovered that they'd been trading sex with their teachers in return for
passing their exams. As punishment she'd banished them from the line up for a
week and they'd both earnestly promised that they'd never do it again. It
also closed earlier than most houses of vice in order to give Buffy and Faith
time to patrol.
Faith stood next to them. She wore a tight black PVC corset, the lace up
front with two apertures cut into it in order to expose her breasts at all
times, thrusting them impressively outwards. She wore a pair of matching
black PVC lace up thigh boots with spike heels that made her tower over
everyone, elbow gloves made from the same material completing the outfit. She
handled the rough stuff and was a firm favourite for those clients with an
S&M bent as the whip she wore curled on her hip testified.
Willow and Tara stood together, holding hands, Willow in a pink teddy, Tara
in a matching white one that showed off her stunning cleavage to great
effect. They always worked together for whilst Tara was as cock-happy as any
of them now her heart still belonged to Willow. Kennedy belonged to them both
and all three wouldn't have had it any other way.
Anya stood at the end of the line in a scarlet negligee with black grip-top
stockings. It had taken a lot to convince Xander that it was OK for her to
work here but seduction was something the Summer's girls were now expert in
and he'd pretty much been a pushover for them. An extremely enjoyable
pushover that they'd all hungered after for far too long. Just as Giles had
been. Anya had the best work ethic of any of the girls and also handled the
financial side of things, each looking forwards to being millionaires by the
time they hit thirty at their present rate of earning.
If they needed additional help (normally when the fleet was in) Buffy, Willow
and Tara would recruit University of Sunnydale students to make up the
shortfall. Dawn would also provide extra girls from her high school
cheerleader squad and Girl Scout Troop if necessary, Joyce's only rule being
that they had to be of age with documentary proof to make certain of the
matter. The authorities tolerated her establishment, in part due to the co-operation
she provided the police but there were limits which she made certain to
adhere to. She also occasionally pitched in herself, even with all the
youthful beauty on offer in the line-up it was surprising how many young guys
still wanted to fuck an attractive older woman given the opportunity.
Cordelia often popped by to supplement her income during times when Angel
Investigations lacked paying customers. Kate Lochley was also a frequent
visitor and it was amazing how many guys she had once arrested were now
prepared to travel all the way from LA to pay for the privilege of clapping
her in handcuffs and fucking her senseless. They were gradually working the
S-I-T's up to the point where they too would play a full role in the
business, until then using them as servants whilst training them hard for the
battles to come.
Once a month was demon night. Joyce would negotiate a truce and Willow and
Tara would cast a spell forbidding any demon violence beyond what the girls
wanted, the normal magic that kept their bodies in perfect condition
augmented to prevent any injury. It was startling how many demons and vamps
wanted to fuck the Slayers even more than they wanted to kill them. The rest
of the time Buffy and Faith hunted the vamps and demons down with even more
ruthlessness than before.
They still did the occasional outcall. The Grand Overfiend had certainly been
surprised when a lingerie-clad Buffy had jumped out of his 200 candle
birthday cake, hired by his minions to be the evening's entertainment in
order to celebrate his bicentennial.
Mr Smith surveyed the girls with a look of lust but eventually turned away
and faced Madam Joyce once more.
"I fancy something a little special tonight" he told her.
The girls all sighed in disappointment and went back to watching TV and
reading, Dawn seating herself comfortably on Faith and Buffy's laps. Madam
Joyce nodded and led him upstairs to a very special room.
"Drusilla?" she called, unlocking the door.
She sat on the bed, rhyming incoherently. She was dressed in an elaborate
white Victorian nightdress which partially concealed the chains around her
wrists and ankles, anchoring her securely to the headboard.
Joyce left them to it, Mr Smith rolling up his sleeve to reveal her
bitemarks, still healing from his last session with her, Drusilla vamping out
at the sight.
*
Buffy adjusted her black spike-heeled PVC thigh boots and strutted out onto
the stage. She wore a tightly fitted lace up corset with matching elbow
gloves made from the same material as her boots. Around her shoulders was a
black cape and on her head a mortar-board hat. In her hands she flexed a
teacher's cane. Joyce, Dawn, Willow and the rest of the Scoobies each gave
her a reassuring thumbs up from the wings of the stage, Faith, identically
clad to Buffy followed her into the spotlight. Their appearance caused gasps
of shock and not a few wolf whistles.
A hush fell over the assembly as Buffy and Faith surveyed their new Slayer
army, hundreds of young girls whom Willow and Tara had shared the Slayer
power with using Buffy's scythe. They looked so delectable in their
schoolgirl's outfits, short blue skirts and tight white blouses with white
knee socks and black high heels. It had been a shock for many that they would
also have to wear only school issue underwear of lacy white thongs and
matching push up bras. The rest of the staff and the prefects would often
take great delight in checking that they were wearing only the regulation
lingerie at all times.
The prefects were in the front row, composed entirely of the original
Sunnydale Sluts-In-Training who had defeated the Turok-Han in the final
battle, vanquishing The First Evil and closing the Hellmouth forever. They
wore the same uniforms as the other girls but were distinguishable by their
black lacy underwear, skimpy bras and panties with matching stockings and
suspenders. The cane's they carried at their sides, were half the length of
those Buffy and Faith used. She smiled at them wickedly and Chloe, Annabel,
Kennedy, Amanda, Molly, Eve, Vi, Rhona, Chao Anh returned her lustful grin
with gusto.
They'd all accepted the cover story, that the Slayer Academy was operating
under the guise of a British boarding school based in a Scottish castle and
therefore it was necessary for them all to pose as schoolgirls. It was Giles
who'd come up with the idea of calling their establishment St Trinians, the
name meant nothing to Buffy but always produced a titter of laughter from any
British person who heard it.
They looked so adorable, all these innocent, nubile young girls in her utter
and complete control. Buffy's mouth watered at the very sight of them. There
would be some interesting times ahead. She cleared her throat before starting
her speech.
"Girls, welcome to your new sisterhood. I won't lie to you, some of you will
die in combat, give your lives to protect humanity" A murmur of unease
rippled through the audience. "But we're here to train you all so that
most of you will live to be old ladies who'll die in your beds surrounded by
your grandchildren. And believe me, you'll have some wonderful, wonderful
times with your new playmates"
Another murmur went through the crowd, this one of curiosity mixed with
anticipation. Buffy and the rest of the Scoobies could hardly keep their
faces straight at the notion of all the fun their new recruits were going to
have during their training.
"Any questions?" Buffy asked.
A red haired girl in pigtails near the front stuck up her hand.
"How do we pay for this all?" she asked, gesturing to the castle
walls, her English spoken with a strong French accent.
Buffy and Faith shared a naughty look between one another.
"Oh don't worry" Buffy told them, surveying the sexy forms of her
eager young pupils once more "You'll all learn how to earn more money
than you ever thought possible"
She had so much to teach them!
*
The end
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