Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy etc etc, purely for entertainment and not
profit, etc, etc.

Rating: NC17

Warning: Lots of S&M, enslavement, threesomes, bondage, a whole load of kink

Timing: Season 7 Buffy, Get it done

Summary: I've often found it ironic that Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the
epitome of female empowerment actually gains her power from rape and female
enslavement, the Shadowmen chaining the first Slayer to the ground and
filling her with the demon essence just as they later do to Buffy. I know
that other fanfic writers (some at TSSA) in the past have dealt with this
idea, showing what would happen if Buffy were unable to overcome the
Shadowmen but as always I'm less interested in the content of those stories
where Buffy is raped and enslaved (which I find pretty abhorent truth be
told) and more interested in exploring what occurs after them. So here's
what happens next...

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Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Gotta Get It Done
by GoolCaptain

Buffy strained, against the chains, firmly attached around her ankles and
wrists, spreadeagling her, every muscle pulled taut, every sinew tightened.
She was stark naked, her back arched, her breasts thrust forwards, her entire
body curved like a longbow, vibrating with effort, sweat dripping from her
every pore. Yet despite all her strength, her bonds moved not a millimetre.

The Shadowman's whip lashed through the air, striking her on the back.

SWISH-C-R-A-A-A-C-C-C-KKKKK!

She bit her lip.

The whip struck her back another 3 times.

SWISH-C-R-A-A-A-C-C-C-KKKK! SWISH-C-R-A-A-A-C-C-C-KKKK!
SWISH-C-R-A-A-A-C-C-C-KKKK!

The agony washed through her like a tidal wave, the most incredible sensation
she'd ever felt.

The whip struck lower, lashing across her buttocks, sending a fiery pulse
through the lower part of her body.

SWISH-C-R-A-A-A-C-C-C-KKKK! SWISH-C-R-A-A-A-C-C-C-KKKK!
SWISH-C-R-A-A-A-C-C-C-KKKK!

The sweet, sweet pain was gradually building to a climax. Much as she
tired to resist it she found her cunny dripping with pleasure, the red
hot-throbbing melding pain and pleasure into a potent, irresistable
mixture. She found herself gradually flexing her legs apart, exposing
more and more of her body to the Shadowmen's probing eyes yet not caring
a whit, yearning for the delicious sting of the whip. Before she knew it
she was thrusting her backside out to meet each blow, begging for more
and ever harsher punishment, knowing she desired it beyond all reason.

"AH...AH...YES...YES!" she screamed as her orgasm overwhelmed her, so
powerful it shook the teeth in her head.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Shadowman's whip curve around her
right side, lashing her fully across her totally exposed, ample tits,
striking her hardened, aching nipples with full force.

She came again like thunder, an electric current of bliss arcing through her.
She thrust her breasts out further in response, begging for more punishment
with both her actions and her words.

"YES...YESS. WHIP MY TITTIES, YESSSSS!"

The Shadowmen did not hold back and soon both of her perfect fleshy globes
were red and sore from their chastisement, her nipples pulsing, aerioles
burning with hot, hot pain. Buffy had come so many times she'd simply lost
count, one orgasm merging into the next.

By this time her cunt was spewing juices, her mind wracked with pure lust,
her voice screamed away in ecstasy. Yet when the whip cracked her across the
cunny lips, snapping sharply over her labia it gave her an exquisite torture
of pleasure so all-consuming it eclipsed each and every orgasm that had gone
before. Her pussy whipping continued for what seemed like eternity, as did
her multipile orgasms, only stopping because the Shadowmen's arms were
getting tired. But Buffy still craved more....

She could only wonder what was coming next? She didn't have long to wait. The
whip deftly found it's way deep within her cunt, seeking out her swollen,
throbbing clitoris. The merest touch of the whip's sharp tongue on it gave
Buffy a climax so powerful it genuinely made her see stars.

"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screeched in utter
euphoria.

The whipping stopped. Buffy felt relief but also a vague sense of
disappointment. She was truly enjoying herself despite the pain.

BECAUSE of the pain.

She was not to remain disappointed.

The lead Shadowman thrust the whip handle up into her cunt with one swift,
fluid movement, actually lifting Buffy a little off her feet with the impact.
Buffy gasped as she felt the long, hard, phallic shaped object fill her up
entirely, stuffing her to the brim. She took a few seconds to adjust,
squirming in a vain attempt to get more comfortable with such an unusual
dildo lodged so deep within her most intimate places. The Shadowmen's healing
magic had restored her body to perfection, her cunny to an almost virginal
level of constant tightness, the whip handle fitting in but only just.

As she shuffled the coarse materials on the whip's ribbed handle rubbed
violently against her inflamed clitoris, giving her short, sharp spasms of
pleasure. She instinctively adjusted her body to allow an ever greater angle
of penetration and found to her delight that the whip handle was perfectly
shaped to simultaneously stimulate her G-spot as well, the delicate cluster
of nerve endings tingling with sublime delight as they scraped lightly across
the rough surface of the leather.

She sighed with lust and contentment, accepting her violation willingly,
craving more and more of the hard artificial cock inside her, so nice to have
something big and powerful for her cunt muscles to clamp down upon, fitting
so snugly, making her feel strangely complete. She began to wantonly buck and
grind her pelvis against it, keening and moaning like a bitch in heat as the
Shadowman repeatedly rammed it back and forth into her, sliding in and out
easily now, thickly coated in her plentiful juices.

"YES-YES, FUCK-ME, FUCK-ME, FUCK MY CUNT LIKE THE WHORE I AM!" she chanted
in time with his thrusting. Her orgasm brought her to her knees, her chains
clinking and rattling as she shuddered, her words blotted out into simple
groans of feral desire.

She was roused from her sexual trance by the Shadowman presenting her the
whip handle in front of her face, still glistening with her own cunt juices.
Curiously she stuck out her tongue and tentatively tried a sip of her own
nectar. She was suprised how sweet she tasted. No wonder Riley had always
been so keen to pleasure her that way.

She began lapping with enthusiasm, cleaning the whip handle off with skillful
strokes of her tongue. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to take
it between her lips and suck it spotless, eagerly allowing the Shadowmen to
thrust it further and further down into her mouth, deep throating her all the
way.

She gave a small cry of frustration as the Shadowman removed the fake cock
she had been so enjoying sucking on but was delighted when he replaced it
with his real one. She gave it a reverent kiss on the head then took it into
her mouth and proceeded to give him a blow-job of mindblowing intensity,
sucking and licking his throbbing cock with skill and enthusiam.

The other Shadowmen gathered around, eager for their turn. Buffy didn't
disappoint them, reaching out as far as her chains would let her to grasp
their erect cocks firmly in her hands and pump them joyously. As she did so
she took the opportunity to pleasure herself by spreading her legs as wide
as they would go and rub her labia and clitty against the rough bark of the
lead Shadowman's staff.

The lead Shadowman came first, pouring torrents of cum down Buffy's throat.
She swallowed gratefully as the others ejaculated all over her, Buffy taking
pains to lap up every drop of their seed, licking their cocks utterly clean.

The first Shadowman lay down on the ground in front of her. Taking the hint
Buffy squatted down impaling herself on his cock, both groaning as he forced
his way inside her. The second knelt behind her and prised apart her ass
cheeks, lubing up her tight sphincter with some of her abundant cunny juice.
Buffy whimpered as his fingers found their way inside her but did not forbid
him because secretly she knew she desired it just as much as he did. His
fingers were not the last visitors within her that day, his cock swiftly
following, the snug tightness of her ass gripping it wonderfully like a hot,
tight fist. Buffy felt the twin thrusting cocks deep within her, a thin layer
of her soft flesh the only thing seperating the mighty invaders, fucking her
in glorious unison.

The third stood to one side and silenced Buffy's cries by the simple
expedient of inserting his cock into her greedily receptive mouth.

Buffy closed her eyes and beamed in sheer delight, her lips smiling as she
wrapped them around one of the three hard pulsing cocks within her.

* * *

Buffy shivered as she lay naked, chained to the rock, her skin still aching
with the lashmarks from the Shadowmen's whip. At least the heat of the
African day was fading now, replaced by the cool of the evening.

She was roused by the unmistakable sound of demon's roaring mixed with human
screams.

One of the Shadowmen ran towards her, the key to her chains in his hand.
She shrugged him off and simply pulled her chains out from where they were
secured in the rocks. She grabbed his staff and ran towards the sound of the
screaming, passing the dumbstruck Shadowmen as she did so.

"Like EVERYONE hasn't chained me up before!" she observed running by.

* * *

She dumped the demon's severed head at their feet then reattached her own
chains to the rock. "You know guys, you should ask yourself, what do I attach
my Slayer proof chains to?"

They looked embarassed.

"I have to go back eventually," she warned them refastening her collar. "My
friends need me, the world does."

"We'll return you before the next full moon," the lead Shadowman assured her.
"In your time only a few minutes will have passed."

Buffy nodded. In a weird way she trusted them entirely, they had helped to
create her. And maybe deep down she'd really wanted this, needed this all
along, that was why she'd let herself be violated, hadn't broken her chains
until it really mattered. She'd been a real bitch to her friends and family
lately, maybe she'd felt guilty, had secretly wanted to punished, to be
humiliated like this? Oh well, she was a woman, it was her born right to be
complicated. Besides, she was born of the Joyce just as much as she was born
of the darkness, she lived in love just as much as she lived in violence.

They'd always said the Slayer derived strength from pain. That was true and
she found not a little pleasure in it as well. Her chains had actually been
loosened by the incredible strength of her orgasms. But then you should never
underestimate the power of female sexuality.

She was more than just the Slayer, she was Buffy too, being the Slayer did
not define her. She had people she loved and who loved her. People she had
to return to. But she had needed the release of this brutal, fantastic sex.

They could cope without her for a few minutes. Might actually help them get
their act together.

"What I figured. Until then I'm yours to do with what you like". She gave
them a saucy wink, a curious glint in her eye as she added "Master."

* * *

She was awakened by the greatest smell in the world.

Freshly baked bread.

The serving woman put the loaf down beside her, steam still rising off it.
Buffy took it in her hands and tore it open, gulping the chunks down. Fucking
always made her hungry. When she and Spike has been at it she would sneakily
wolf down two Doublemeat Medley meals at the Palace on the sly.

The serving woman ladled a delicious smelling stew into her bowl, mainly
antelope mixed with some vegetables. To finish off there was a selection of
fruits covered in wild honey plus a goblet of spring water.

There was no sign of the Shadowmen. Even with all the magic aphrodisiacs they
used she knew she was wearing them out. Well, it was their own fault, they
had released her inner nympho. Their wife or cook or whatever she was always
took great care of the Slayer, seemed to have a very genuine affection for
her.

She wished she'd had some utensils to eat with but to invent some might
change history and Xander had made her watch enough sci-fi to know that was
a bad idea. The honey from the fruits trickled down her chin and onto her
breasts. The serving woman took one finger and traced it over the contours
of her body, lingering around her nipples which hardened as she stroked
them, gathering the honey on the tip of her finger which she then licked
off suggestively. Buffy looked up at her with suprise, her breathing
quickening.

Ok, this was different, this was new. But it was a time to try new things,
away from the pressures and responsibilities of Sunnydale for just a little
while. She reckoned the serving woman was maybe in her 40s but still
attractive, her body firm and voluptuous, her face handsome and light
skinned. They embraced passoinately, revelling in a honey flavoured kiss
together, Buffy running one hand over her breasts and the other through her
older lover's curiously white hair...

* * *

Buffy awoke and gently extricated herself from the arms of her lesbian
partner. She liked a good hard fuck as much as the next girl. Hell, she
LOVED a good hard fuck. But what she had experienced last night was some
of the gentlest, most passionate lovemaking she'd ever experienced. She
would definitely have to give more girls a chance in future.

But she still had an itch that needed scratching, a deep yearning ache that
had only one way to be satisfied.

She deftly rearranged the furs on top of the sleeping woman, gently brushing
a strand of hair from her forehead and planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
Then she walked off to find the Shadowmen.

Their cave was empty. Instead there was a small wooden box painted in weird
colours and patterns and a note.

'Dear Buffy,
Sorry we had to go away for a while. But we left you a little something to
keep you occupied'

She was disappointed. They just couldn't keep up with her despite all their
magical enhancements. No man could truly control women any more than they
could control the sun and the moon. But she'd see what they'd left her.

She opened the box. The air filled with the primal, stirring beat of African
drums, the mere sound enough to have Buffy begin juicing up. A towering mass
of dark ooze surged from the container, forming above her, twisting and
moving as it slowly co-agulated into an actual demon. Buffy gasped in wonder
as the beast took final shape. Maybe a dozen feet tall, stacked with
muscles, its' build mirroring the mountain gorillas she'd seen on the
Discovery Channel. Taloned hands and enormous bodybuilder's arms, legs like
tree trunks. The jet-black skin was reminiscent of moulded rubber. She
lightly stroked her hand over it's impressive biceps, enjoying the sensation
of the texture beneath her fingertips, like old worn out tyres. She tilted
her head up to look at his face, a sea of darkness with piercing scarlet
eyes, filled with suprise and lust at her reaction. In some ways his face
resembled a pigs, making her think of Mr Gordo. Corkscrewing horns and pearly
white fangs dripping with saliva completed the picture. Her mouth watered the
sight of his not yet fully erect cock, curving out to 18 inches, it's girth a
colossal six inches in diameter and even though it was black as pitch she
could discern the many protruding lumps and ridges. It took her breath away
to imagine it pounding relentlessly away within her.

She knew the damage it would cause her but also knew that whatever it did
to her Slayer healing could easily put it right. And she was sure that the
mighty, oddly shaped demonic cock she now caressed to swelling hardness in
her tiny little hand would pleasure her in all sorts of innovative and unique
ways, rubbing her clitty and G-spot with just the right manner of delightful
friction.

The monster gave a low guttural growl as it pressed itself against her petite
little body, as eager for their mating to begin as she was, it's penis
already twitching and pulsing against her fingers. She gazed up at him with a
impish smile, smirking as she whispered, "You're mine, you're all mine."

* * *

She bathed herself in the spring water, washing down her sore and tender
flesh. The demon had been quite some fuck, truly impressive. Yet like a
jack-in-the-box when she'd finished playing she'd had to put it away. Put
it away as it's spring was winding down. Somehow she still craved more...

At first she was afraid of the dark shape she glimpsed watching her from the
bushes. But as it neared her she recognised the First Slayer, staring at her,
fascinated.

She decided to put on a show for her, rubbing her nipples, pinching them
between forefinger and thumb, stroking her cunny lips and thrusting her
digits deep inside her, toying and teasing her clitoris, giving soft moans
of ecstasy as she did so.

Very, very gingerly the First Slayer crept up to Buffy and placed her hands
on her breasts, lightly groping and cupping them, encouraged by Buffy's broad
smile and little gasps of pleasure. Buffy returned the favour and kissed her
softly on the lips, tentative at first but soon tonguing each other for all
they were worth.

"Do as I do," Buffy told her, slipping her hand into the First Slayer's
cunny. She was amazed to find her hymen still intact, the Shadowmen's demon
infusion obviously mystical rather than physical.

"You poor thing," she whispered. "You never had anyone to love you, your
whole life." She felt momentarily guilty, thinking about Joyce and Dawn and
everyone she'd been blessed with. Well at least now the First Slayer had her,
if only for today.

If the First Slayer understood she didn't show it. But she showed great skill
and enthusiasm for fingerufcking, copying Buffy's example with gusto. They
came together in a boneshakingly powerful climax, collapsing, giggling into
the water, holding one another tightly in a joint embrace, kissing and
exploring one another's bodies.

Buffy began to gently clean off the warpaint from the First Slayer's body.
Underneath she found a beautiful young girl. She plucked a wild daisy from
the side of the spring and tucked it into her lover's hair.

Buffy had her lie back and spread her legs, kissing her all the way down her
body then lapping adeptly at her cunt. She had a few more things to teach her
so very promising pupil.

* * *

A great roar came from the crowd as Buffy ascended the stage. She certainly
was unique, mankind having not yet diversified into it's numerous seperate
races adapting to their enviroments. Buffy was probably the only
light-skinned blonde on the planet.

The bidding was rather slow at first but gained tempo as Buffy stripped off
the leopard skin bra and panties she had created and siezed one of the
Shadowmen's staffs, dancing and shimmying around it, grinding her naked body
up and down the smooth wooden shaft.

"I just invented pole-dancing," she realised. "And the bikini."

The demons who eventually bought her paid a small fortune. She was glad she
had gained her Shadowmen masters such a good price.

The other slavegirls didn't look half as happy as she did in her chains. But
they needn't have worried. Buffy would free them all before she returned to
her own time. All she had to do was repeat the magic words the Shadowmen had
taught her, 'Gort Klatuu Barata Nikto' Maybe that's why she'd been sent there
in the first place?

She suddenly realised that she was surrounded by nubile young girls,
naked and in chains. This was too good an opportunity to miss. She reached
forwards and began to stroke the thigh of the girl in front of her. She
stopped sobbing and looked around at Buffy with a mixture of astonishment
and mounting desire. Buffy kissed her on the cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll get you home" Buffy reassured her, effortlessly snapping
the links on their chains then covertly bending them back together again with
a wink. The girl opened her mouth in wonder and Buffy took the chance to kiss
her full on the mouth tonguing her for all she was worth.

The girl began to hesitantly touch Buffy's breasts as Buffy began to suckle
on her new lovers' nipples, producing muted groans of pleasure. To her joy
she felt the hands of the slavegirl behind her begin to caress her hips. She
reached back with her free hand, returning the favour and more. The other
girls clustered around, curious and a little excited at what they were
witnessing, eager to join in.

* * *

"We shouldn't have let her go!" the first Shadowman protested.

The second shrugged. "Look, we fucked her senseless, we sold her to those
demons and got a good price for her. We all knew she had to go back in the
end."

The third looked up from his scroll. "I would like to have seen their faces
when our portal appeared and sucked their expensive new fucktoy back to her
own time."

They all grinned. Suddenly the third Shadowman burst into peals of laughter.
"I think our spell may have given her an unexpected little gift!"

The other two read the scroll then burst into laughter too.

* * *

"So how did you convince the Shadowmen to release you?" Willow asked. Buffy
noticed Will had trouble looking her in the eye.

"Easy to convince anyone when you've got your chain wrapped around their
throat! Besides, I think they'd pretty much decided to let me go anyway, they
knew it was the right thing to do. Not to mention they were scared of your
power to make portals and the First Slayer was getting rather fond of me. One
of their womenfolk helped me too, an old lady with white hair. But really I
think they realised Faith couldn't cut it alone" She pronounced triumphantly.

"And they fell in love with me" she added silently in her mind. "And maybe I
loved them a little too. Part of me revelled in being their slave, just for
a little while, forget all my problems and responsibilities. But it wasn't
right and we all knew it, I could never forgive them what they did to the
first Slayer. I would always have escaped, they were only male after all. We
all knew I had to come back to where I belong. Besides I missed my friends.
And TV. And chocolate. And tampons."

"And having you raped by that dreadful demon?" Dawn was looking downwards
too, her gaze never rising above Buffy's collarbone.

"Supposed to give me some special power or something. Didn't work though.
They got the wrong spell. To think they chose a girl as the Slayer because
they thought she'd be easier to control" She shook her head "They had a lot
to learn about women. Hope I taught them some hard home truths."

She added silently in her mind "At least my time away meant that Spike and
Willow got their act together, it actually accomplished a lot."

She massaged her back with her hands. It still ached which was strange as her
slayer healing powers had taken care of the rest of her injuries with ease.
Her bra strap was uncomfortable too, cutting into her flesh. She reached up
and adjusted it.

"Ah Buff" Xander remarked his eyes on her chest as usual. "I think there may
have been some side affects!"

Buffy followed his gaze and looked down. It appeared that someone had stuffed
two exceedingly large grapefruit down the front of her blouse. Her jaw
dropped as she stared at her massively enlarged breasts.

"I can't see my feet!" she observed, stunned.

She took them in her hands and felt them experimentally. They were so big
her palms couldn't actually contain them all. They were heavy and firm, her
nipples huge and prominent, so sensitive that they swelled up even at her
lightest touch. They were the sort of breasts you only really found on
cartoon super-heroines or on some of the most voluptuous models she'd seen
in Xander's Playboys. She let them go and they jiggled up and down slightly
of their own accord.

"It's like they've got a mind of their own!" she thought. She looked up to
find Dawn, Will and Xander following their movement avidly, as if mesmerised.
They looked like dogs attentively following a tennis ball back and forth.

"How am I supposed to do backflips with these? I'll have to get them reduced.
God knows what dad's going to say when he gets the bill?"

Xander looked crestfallen. "What a crime!"

"Xander!" rebuked Willow. Somehow her voice didn't carry its' normal
reprehensive conviction.

"Anyway, welcome back Buff!" Dawn exclaimed. She rushed forwards and embraced
her sister, burying her face in Buffy's momentous new bosom. Buffy returned
the hug, finding she could scarcely get her fingers to meet around Dawn's
back.

"Thanks sweetie, that's lovely of you" She stroked her hair.

The light of inspiration flared in Willow's eyes. "Yeah, welcome back
Buffy!" She leapt into the hug, nestling her head in tightly beside Dawn's,
manoeuvring for space.

"Um..thanks Will...I..."

"Group hug!" exclaimed Xander. He bent down and thrust his features forwards
to join the girls until they were lost in the material of Buffy's straining
blouse.

Buffy made an exasperated expression. "Contrary to common belief having huge
breasts DOESN'T lower your IQ. I know EXACTLY what you're all doing!"

"MMMmmmmmmmpppphhhhhh" came three extremely muffled replies.

"Oh for crying out loud!" Buffy exclaimed. Maybe her new mammaries were
feeding female hormones to her brain. Maybe they just brought out the mother
in her. Maybe she was just glad to be home amongst people she loved most in
all the world. Whatever, she resignedly wrapped her arms around their heads
and clutched them closer.

She gave a girlish squeal of laughter as Xander suddenly swept her up
into his arms and carried her up to her bedroom, Dawn and Willow following
dutifully behind. Xander laid her gently on the bed and began fumbling with
the buttons on her blouse. Buffy didn't resist, throwing her arms limply
behind her head in a gesture of surrender, already feeling herself getting
wet. But she looked with concern as Dawn followed Willow's example in
stripping naked.

"Dawnie we really shouldn't..." she began.

At that moment Xander succeeded in undoing her top. The three gave a
collective gasp of delight and just stared for a moment at the skimpy lace
garment's futile attempts to contain it's bountiful, wondorous fleshy cargo.
Buffy blushed, yet was proud of her new figure and the effect it was having
upon them.

Dawn reached out and clasped one of her sister's momentous new tits in her
hand generating a soft moan from Buffy despite her initial reservations.

"I think we need to let these breathe" Dawn opinioned. She released the clasp
at the back of the bra and Buffy's incredibly large breasts finally had their
freedom. The trio watched them bounce up and down for a few seconds,
fascinated by their movement then Dawn and Willow pounced on them with their
mouths, licking, sucking, kissing, gently biting.

"Uh...uhhhh...ah...AHHHH, OH GOD YES!" Buffy cried, shaking and shuddering
like an express train.

"Buffy, you can come from just having your titties sucked?" Willow asked in
wonder.

"Guess so!" Buffy shrugged once she'd gotten her breath back.

Willow reached out and casually pinched one of Buffy's hard, swollen nipples
between her middle finger and thumb.

Buffy came again.

Once Buffy had recovered Dawn sharply flicked her sister's other nipple with
her index finger.

Buffy came once more.

"Let's see how many orgasms we can give her in one night!" Xander suggested.
Willow and Dawn nodded eagerly in agreement, enthralled by the idea. They
continued stripping off with abandon.

"Good thing the Shadowmen gave me the Slayer constitution as well as these
bazombas!" Buffy thought, stroking her huge new titties fondly as she watched
them undress. She was sure it was going to be a long night!

She reached out and began to explore Xander, Willow and Dawn's bodies as they
removed their clothing, tentative at first, especially with Dawn but soon
with growing arousal and enthusiasm, knowing deep inside herself than she had
always craved this, had secretly yearned for this to happen between them.

A long night but a fun one.

* * *

The sound of the party rang in her ears as she walked out onto the balcony of
her Rome apartment. Inside her family and friends joyfully celebrated Buffy's
birthday, the room filled with music, presents and dancing. It took some
doing but she managed to sneak away for a few moments.

She adjusted her breasts in her bra. They were still huge. In the end she'd
decided not to have them reduced, they were just too much fun. Despite what
she'd feared they actually helped her keep her balance during backflips. Not
to mention being invaluable for distracting enemies during a fight. Willow
was still working on the spell for her and the other girls but so far without
success. Only Faith, who'd also used the Shadow Puppets to travel back in
time was now similarly endowed. Many of the other Slayer's were equally keen
but Buffy had decided to let her students gain some experience before letting
them try it, even with their Slayer healing.

There was a box of daisies on the window ledge. Buffy plucked one and tucked
it into her hair, spending a moment in silent rememberance for the First
Slayer and all she had sacrificed for the sake of mankind. For all the
Slayers, Watchers and Shadowmen who had gone before. It was a ritual she
performed every year on her birthday. Then she went back inside to enjoy the
festivities, eternally thankful for the wonderful world the Slayers had
helped to create.