(ASS) RP: My Name is Legion / Buffy, pt. 2 .. PRED TV

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2

"She'll be all right, Xander," Buffy stroked her friend's
shoulder and brushed back the hair from his bleary eyes. "You know
Cordy's tough. She'll pull through ..." Buffy's voice trailed off
when she realized he wasn't listening to a word she was saying.
*My God, am I responsible for this? I mean where the hell was
I last night? My friends needed me, and what the hell was I doing ..
studying for stupid trig test ..? Some slayer I am ...*
Xander had been through so much since she'd first enlisted his
support in her mission. He'd been turned into a hyena, and then there
was the time he'd almost been eaten alive by a giant spiderwoman, not
to mention the 2,000 year old demoness who had come this close to
draining his life force. But through it all, Xander had always
remained Xander. Smart-assed, cocky and annoying as hell ... and that
was why she loved him. But now he was crying, bawling like a small
infant .. helpless. No smart-aleck comments. His eyes looked
positively dead, and she found herself doubting they would ever
sparkle with life again.
What had happened earlier that night was too horrifying to
even contemplate. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been
like for Xander, much less Cordy. *Blood sucking vampires are one
thing, but sicko rapist demons ..?* Her mind reeled at the thought.
What was this demon anyway? The sheer evil of such a creature scared
even her, and she was pretty much fearless. Half of her wanted to take
off and never look back again. The other half of her wanted vengeance
.. in spades.
Buffy had been "killed" twice already, and faced death a
hundred times more; she'd even been almost possessed once. But
nothing was even as remotely abominable as what had happened to Cordy.
Rape was not an issue vampire slayers were trained to consider. Sure
assholes like Spike & Angel got some kind of bent sexual thrill from
blood sucking, but what Cordelia had endured went beyond the pale of
even the most infernal appetites of your basic demon scum.
Buffy felt herself rising from her seat next to Xander, ready
to go on the hunt. *There's still about four hours to dawn ...* Then
she noticed her friend clinging tightly to her arm. He buried his
face in her pert bosom, and she found herself stroking his neck like
he was a small child recovering from a nightmare. Buffy was the
Slayer, yes, but for now her first duty rested with Xander .. her
friend. "Ah .. yes ..." Gile's voice interrupted her reverie. "Buffy
..?" he sounded even more ruffled than usual. The starch-stiff
librarian and designated Watcher had apparently crawled right out of
bed after her call and headed over to the hospital with neither a
shave nor a shower. His usual look of befuddled bemusement had turned
to stark confusion. His eyes were red and puffy and it appeared even
Rupert Giles had been crying. For a moment, Buffy felt an odd
sensation crisscross her brain. I'm crying, too ... The realization
fried her brain for a few moments, and she felt herself burying her
own face in Xander's back, the sobs wracking her hard, petite frame
until her ribs ached.
They all wept in silence for a minute or two until Buffy
lifted her head. "She's alive." The words sounded pathetic as they
left her mouth. "She's alive ..." she repeated for no reason.
"I .. I just talked to the doctor," Giles stammered. "She's
critical. They are doing everything they can. There was so much ..
internal bleeding .." his voice trailed off when he realized what he'd
just said.
Xander lifted his head. "I tried. I really tried," he
gasped. "Those fucking bastards. They just left her there when they
were done. They walked away laughing and congratulating each other
like they'd just won the fucking Super Bowl. Fucking bastards ..." he
tore himself away from Buffy and began pacing like the hospital
waiting lounge like a madman. "We kill them, Buffy," he pointed at
his friend. "We kill them like we've never killed any fucking demons
before. We hunt them down, and then we fuck them up the ass with
nuclear warheads. Do you got that? We make them suffer so much Hell
will seem like a fucking vacation. We rip out their eyeballs and fuck
them in their fucking brains ..."
"I .. uh .. my .." Giles looked absolutely embarrassed by
Xander's imagery. "Yes, I ... Buffy?" he looked imploringly at his
young charge for support.
Buffy put her hand on Xander' shoulder and tried to calm him
down. "We'll get them, Xander. You have my word."
"This isn't about getting them, Buffy," he spit. "This is
about making them suffer! Suffer!"
She nodded, not sure what else she could say. She was feeling
exactly what Xander was feeling, but as the Slayer she knew such
emotions were dangerous, suicidal even. Giles had taught her that,
and she had learned her lesson the hard way. The image of Angel's
snarling face flitted across her brain, and she shuddered. *Could he
have had anything to do with this?* The thought enraged her. Her
ex-boyfriend and present-day villain numero uno had sworn he would
destroy her by destroying her friends first. With his netherworld
contacts, he may have possibly arranged Cordelia's assault. Then
there was Spike, too. He was looking to make her and her friends
suffer as well.
"I .. I didn't have to dig very deep to find our friend,
Legion," Giles broke the pregnant pause and waved a Bible before the
curious teens. "Mark, Chapter 5 ..." he opened the book to a
bookmarked passage. "It seems Jesus cast out this particular demon
from an unclean man, and it .. they ..." he corrected himself, " ..
possessed a herd of pigs and charged off a cliff into the sea ..."
Giles paused for Xander to make his usual sarcastic comment. Usually
Giles hated the interruption, but this morning he wanted nothing more
than to hear the teen belittle him. He was greeted with silence,
however. "I .. ah .. yes ..." he stammered. "Legion is quite
dangerous. He can possess any creature he touches if the victim is
stupid or weak of spirit. Because of this, he favors animals, but he
will inhabit humans, as well, especially those in great, psychic pain.
Once in possession of a body, he can split himself and the body into
many different bodies simultaneously. He can also possess a crowd of
animals or people as well. He is .. I mean they are ..." he
corrected himself again, "... actually a pack of demons. Quite
dangerous, really... quite ..." his words trailed off as he realized
the absurdity of his understatement.
"So, where's he been hanging out after all this time?" Buffy
asked.
"I .. uh .. yes ..." he paused and shook his head. "Actually,
I don't know," Giles admitted. "There really isn't much of a record
in the major sources. I was going to dig a bit in the library. I was
thinking of enlisting Willow's assistance." He looked at his watch.
"It is a bit late, though ..."
"I don't get it," Buffy thought aloud. "If Jesus took care of
this guy, then how is back here?"
"That's one thing I'm curious about, too," Giles replied.
"Exorcism of this sort is very hard to unbind. Once a demon is
dispossessed, it is very hard to .. ah .. recall them. It would take
quite a powerful summoning spell ..."
"Like maybe something a vampire or another demon would have to
conjure up ..?" Buffy half-asked.
"Yes," Giles nodded, suddenly picking up on the girl's train
of thought. "Possibly."
"That fucking bastard!" Xander popped out of his fog, his
eyes flashing with an instantaneous revelation. Suddenly, before
Buffy or Giles could step in, he picked up his chair and hurled it at
the wall. It splintered into three pieces, and Xander kicked the
remains across the room. "You know what you have to do, Buffy," he
shook his finger at his friend, as if to accuse her of some complicity
in Cordelia's ordeal. "I don't care who Angel once was, or what he
fucking meant to you. That sick vampire fuck has to pay. Pay!"
"We are quite aware of the situation, Xander," Giles grabbed
him and looked him straight in the eye. "Do not forget that I owe
Angel as well. If he is responsible, he will pay for his crimes ...
all of them."
"So how do I find this creepo?" Buffy needed to get into
action while there was still some darkness left. Images of the raped
Cordelia had now turned to images of the slain Ms. Calendar. *Another
failure ... * she cursed herself and shook her head, as if that could
dispel the sudden wave of self-loathing sweeping over her.
"I am sure that won't be a problem," Giles glared out the
window and into the darkness. "I imagine our depraved friend will be
finding us soon enough." Willow! The teenager's face flashed across
his mind. "We should make sure Willow is safe, too ..."
"Already taken care of," Buffy answered. "She called Oz, and
he's coming over. She's also got my pager number on speed dial if
anything starts going down."
"Good," Giles nodded. "We should keep in mind .. Dawn is not
for another four hours yet. If any vampires are involved in this,
they may not be done for the night either."
Buffy nodded and smiled a cold smile. "Oh, they're done all
right," she whispered. "I'll make sure of that."

3

Willow reached the door at the second buzz. She looked
through the peephole into the outer darkness just as her parents had
taught her, even though she'd already seen who was there from her
upstairs window. *Still, you never know ...* she cautioned herself.
*Especially these days ...*
Bathed in the soft glow of the porchlight, Oz's face looked
troubled, his mouth hanging open as if he were trying to think of what
he might say to his girlfriend. Willow smiled to herself, touched by
his vulnerability. He really was a decent guy, and a great boyfriend
.. even for a werewolf. A subconscious shudder passed through her
body, and she found herself taking a deep breath before she opened the
door to face Oz.
They locked eyes for a moment, and Willow forced a smile
before turning her face downward, a tear perched at the bottom of her
puffy, red eyelids. Oz shuffled in, turned around, and caressed the
pretty teen's shoulders as she closed the door behind him and leaned
back against the solid oak.
"H .. have you heard anything more?" he stroked the soft wool
of her sweater and then gently traced the back of his fingers along
her quivering cheek, brushing back a few stray hairs which were matted
against her skin with tears.
She forced another brave smile and shook her head in silence.
"She's still ..?" he couldn't finish the sentence, letting it
hang there dead in the air.
"Buffy called about twenty minutes ago," Willow offered after
a long pause. "They don't know anything yet. They ..." she felt her
stomach churn and her body convulse into another torrent of tears.
This time, however, she wouldn't have to face them alone. She
practically fainted in Oz's arms, allowing him to support her as he
guided her into the living room.
Seconds later they were collapsing on the couch, Willow balled
up in her boyfriend's arms like a fetus. She wept long and hard then,
in total silence for almost five minutes.
"Your home here alone?" Oz's question sounded awkward as it
broke the silence.
Willow nodded her head slowly. *He knows that ...* She'd
already told him on the phone that no one else was there. That was
why she had invited him over in the first place. Now was not the time
to be alone, when nightmares were turning into reality. With Buffy,
Giles and Xander at the hospital, she needed someone to talk to,
someone to hold onto. *Why is he acting so strange?* She tried to
shake off the odd vibes coursing through her. *It's your imagination.
Your letting all this get to you. It's Oz .. sweet Oz. He's just
trying to make small talk, get your mind off everything ...* She
smiled weakly. "Xander said .." she tried to speak. "He said ... he
said ..."
"Shhh ..." Oz stroked her hair and tried to soothe her.
"Don't talk. Really, it's going to be all right. You'll see ..."
She broke out into another sob, and put her head in his lap.
*Huh ..?* She jerked back suddenly when her cheek rubbed against the
hard bulge straining against the crotch in Oz's jeans. She found his
eyes, and he was smiling at her.
Buzzzzz !!!
The sound of the doorbell cut off her thoughts.
"Who could that be ..?" she asked aloud.
"It's probably Xander and Buffy," Oz offered.
She started to rise, but Oz held her back. "Don't get up," he
whispered gently. "The door's open, isn't it?" he asked.
"Um hmm .." she nodded, not wanting to get up either.
"Just invite 'em in then," Oz smiled at her.
She looked in his eyes, a strange feeling passing over her.
He stroked her hand and kissed her forehead. *Paranoid ...* she
scolded herself, turned to the door and called out, "Come in, it's
open."
She could hear the door open and footsteps shuffle in the
vestibule.
"Buff? Xander?" she called out.
"Wrong," a husky, sneering voice boomed menacingly. The
speaker rounded the corner and practically danced into her living
room.
Angel! "Oh, no ..." she could barely speak as she tried
frantically to jerk herself up and off the couch. "Oz ..?" she turned
to her boyfriend when she realized his strong hands were now holding
her in place.
"Half right," Oz hissed back, his eyes suddenly aglow with an
infernal glint. "Same body, different soul ..." Hair started
sprouting out along his face and arms, and his fingernails dug into
her arm like claws. "In case your friends didn't fill you in yet, my
name is Legion ...." he snarled as more of his body transformed into
the huge, wolflike monster that was Oz's alter-ego. "Just imagine,
all this evil inside a werewolf's body." He turned to Angel. "You
were right, Angelus. This one is certainly the ticket."
"That's my Angel," a third voice, a female voice cackled.
Drusilla appeared at Angel's side now, her hands draped around the
vampire's muscular form, her fingers stroking his chest. "Always
thinking."
"No ..." Willow wailed. "This can't be happening. No!"
"You invited us in, baby," Angel stressed the word "invited"
as he strode up to the couch. "And I thought you were supposed to be
the brainy one. Didn't that twat Buffy teach you idiots anything?
Invite a vampire in, and he can do whatever he wants." He grabbed
Willow by the jaw, squeezing her lips together until they formed an
obscene pucker. "And right now, I want to party. Ain't that right,
Dru ..?"
"Yes, my pet," the sultry vampiress cooed as she, too, swept
into the room. She did a pirouette two feet from the couch and
twirled back to glare in Willow's eyes. "We thought you might need
some cheering up, sweet Willow. After all, your dear little friend
was .. violated .. tonight, was she not ..?" Drusilla licked her
lips. "You must feel just awful," she snickered, "and so vulnerable."
She kissed her fingers and then pressed them against Willow's
quivering lips. "There, there, my sweet. We'll make you feel all
better," she turned to Angel and Oz. "Won't we, boys ..?"
"I don't know about her," Oz-Legion sneered, fully transformed
into a werewolf now. "But I'm sure gonna feel better ... real quick."
With his hairy paw-hands, he tore at Willow's sweater, his razor-sharp
claws ripping the flimsy wool to shreds and lacerating the milky-white
surface of her smooth, virginal skin.
"Ohhh ..." she gasped in horror as she saw thin, bloody
streaks appear above her small, pert breasts. "Stop ... please ..."
In a frantic burst of strength, she pulled free of Oz-Legion's grip
and lunged at the phone. *Buffy's pager ...* She snapped up the
receiver and hit the speed dial.
Silence!
"You wouldn't be looking for this, would you ..?" Angel
laughed as he dangled the severed phone cord from his fingers.
"Get back down here!" Oz-Legion growled as he pulled Willow
back into his razor grip. "I ain't done with you. I ain't even
fucking started yet."
"Please ... don't ..." she burst out into tears .
"That's it, man, make her cry," Angel spat in Willow's face as
he undid the belt from his jeans. "I like it when the little cunts
cry. It makes me so thirsty ... " He now gripped the belt in his
hands and wrapped it once around his palm, the buckle dangling to the
floor. "I just wish that little whore Buffy was here to see this."
Suddenly the belt whipped around and lashed at Willow's bawling face,
the sharp prong of the buckle slicing into cheek.
"Tits!" Oz-Legion howled. "I just love firm little teenage
tits." He tore at her white, lacy bra with no regard for the tender
mounds of milky flesh beneath.
"Stop it!" Willow kicked and screamed, as the werewolf ripped
the remains of her bra into tatters and started pawing her jiggling,
vulnerable titties. "Please! Someone help me."
"Shut up!" Angel barked, the belt whipping her across the
mouth so hard that the pretty teenager's teeth rattled. He grabbed
one of her loose, egg-sized tits and inhaled the puffy red nipple.
"Cunt!" he hissed, biting down into her fresh, tender breastmeat.
"Oh, that tastes good. Fresh virgin blood ..." he licked at the
oozing puncture wound and sucked at her nipple. "Do you see that,
Dru?" he held out Willow's soft, pale, mutilated tit for the
inspection of the sultry vampiress. "Her little pink nipples are
hard."
"How adorable," Drusilla moved in now, her hands stroking up
Willow's kicking legs, zeroing in on her crotch. "She's all excited,
isn't she. Our little virgin is getting hot now, just like the bad
little slut we knew she was. Oooo, I bet her juicy little cunny is
all hot and wet, too, Angel. Oh, please, let me eat her tight little
virgin cunny. Pretty please ..."
"It's all yours, Dru. Just leave it intact, okay. I want to
bust this little cunt's cherry and then lap it up." He sunk his teeth
into Willow's flat, teenage tummy and sucked more blood from her
thrashing torso.
"Mmmm, lunch ..." Oz-Legion drooled as he sunk his fangs into
her remaining breast and began chowing down. "Take out your cock,
Angel .." Drusilla begged as she lifted the teenager's kicking legs
and began tearing off her tight jeans. "I want to watch you make our
little princess here suck that big old cock of yours till you spray
your hot demon seed all over her cute little face." Drusilla giggled,
her hands working Willow's jeans down her legs.
Willow tried to kick, tried to fight, but the demons raping
her were too unbelievably strong. Even Drusilla possessed the
strength of what seemed ten men. Oz-Legion had devoured her breast,
and was now licking her face, slavering into her screaming mouth with
rabid, blood-tinged drool. She tried to close her eyes, but Angel's
belt found her.
"Keep your eyes open, cunt," Angel ordered, whipping the
buckle across her face. "You're going to watch us destroy you ..
every second of it." He locked his eyes to hers, and she found she
could not close them. She tried to turn away, but she was paralyzed,
too. All could she do was watch in terrorized anticipation as Angel
undid his pants, reached in and grasped the thick stalk of his demonic
prick.
"No ..." Willow yelped as she saw Angel's nine-inch cock fully
exposed in the soft lamplight of her living room. Buffy had never
told her Angel was so .. hung .. so hugely, horribly hung. "Please,
Angel .. don't ..."
"That's not what Buffy said," Angel laughed as he wagged his
beefy schlong in her face, spanking her bloody, tear-stained cheeks
while he forced open her mouth with his other hand.
"I think she likes it, Angel," Drusilla cackled, her hand
digging into Willow's panties, quickly finding the teen's sopping wet
cunt. "Our little princess is all hot and wet," Drusilla withdrew her
hand and the evidence of Willow's arousal glistened in the lamplight.
*No, this can't be happening. Why? Why is my body doing
this?* Willow began sobbing again, only this time all the fight had
drained out of her legs and arms. It was as if her whole body had
betrayed her. Her erect nipples, her wet cunt. She was being raped,
..tortured .. violated in the most loathsome manner, and her body was
responding with the highest level of arousal she'd ever experienced.
"Please, stop .. please ..." she gasped helplessly before she watched
Angel stab his thick, meaty cock between her trembling lips.
"This ought to shut her up," Angel chuckled as he fucked four
of his nine-inches back and forth into Willow's pretty, panting mouth.
"Oh, that's it," he chided her. "Lots of spit. Drool over it, cunt.
Slobber all over it. I like my little teenage throat fucks all wet
and nasty. Just like that ..." he rammed another inch or two between
her jaws and felt his large cock-head bump against her tonsils while
she fought his invasion into her tight, gasping throat. "I thought
you said she never did this for you, Oz?" Angel mocked, grasping her
by the hair and forcing her face down around his rampaging rod.
"I told you how smart she is," Oz-Legion replied. "She's a
regular genius."
"And she has the sweetest, freshest little cunny, too,"
Drusilla chimed in, as her tongue took its first stabs at Willow's
drenched pussy.
"Uuuhhhhh ..." Willow heard herself moan as Angel brutally
choke fucked her and Drusilla nibbled at her irritated clit.
"Open wider, cunt," Angel hissed, increasing the already
inhuman pace of his throat throttling. "I've got to get more in
there." He battered his cock head against her tonsils until she began
to gag up a mixture of her spit and the vampire's pre-cum. "Come on,
cunt, suck it .. suck it ... oh yeah ... that's it ... all the way
down your fucking throat, you stupid cunt .. teenage cock-teasing cunt
..."
Willow could not breath now, and she fought desperately to
free the vampire's relentless tool from her esophagus. *Oh, God,
please ... *she silently wailed as she heard and felt Angel's hairy
balls slap against her chin and neck. *Someone help me, please ...*
She was suddenly aware of a burning sensation down in her pussy, and
as she focused her attention there another horrifying revelation hit
her. I'm cumming, damn it. I'm cumming ... She felt the flood of
her cuntal juices wash over her puffy pussy lips as Drusilla licked
her to an intense, soul-shattering orgasm.
"So fresh and tasty," Drusilla cooed, smacking her lips with
Willow's virginal froth and taking a cruel nip at the teen's hard,
throbbing clit.
"I said no damage," Angel barked at the vampiress. "I want
that slit nice and pure for my cock."
"I want some of that," Oz-Legion grunted and nudged Angel,
pointing to Willow's mouth. "Look at the size of this beast cock
here," he exclaimed proudly. "It must be thirteen fucking inches."
He waved the hairy, smelly, beastly prick in Willow's face. "I'm
going to fucking suffocate you with this trouser monster, cunt, and
then I'm going to spin you over on your flat little tummy, make you
stick your ass up in the air, and then do you wolfie style ... this
13-inch schlong rammed right up your tender little teenage asshole."
"She's all yours, man," Angel withdrew his cock from Willow's
windpipe with a sickening plop and stepped down to her spread legs.
Drusilla had forced her thighs apart, and Willow could only watch
helplessly as the handsome, savage vampire mounted her, spearing his
steely, nine-inch demonhood into her moist, succulent sluice.
"Balls," Oz-Legion growled. "Suck my balls!" He stuffed his
swollen scrotal sack into her bawling mouth and began slapping his
huge, 13-inch doggie dick against her cheeks, eyes and nose.
"Make her lick your arse, too," Drusilla giggled. "Make her
lick the doggie shit out of your stinking arsehole."
"You're sick, you know that, Dru ..?" Angel laughed while he
plowed his prick deeper into Willow's tight, virgin cunt, watching
with glee as the vampiress sunk her teeth into what was left of
winsome teen's tit meat. "A sick fucking twisted pervert ..."
"Fuck her good and hard, Angel," Drusilla egged him on. "Make
her cum again with that big prick of yours ... Harder ... Harder ..."
She reached around Oz-Legion's waist and took hold of the werewolf's
cock as he humped his balls into Willow's throat. "Can you hear your
tight little cunt, my princess?" she cooed in Willow's ears while she
stroked Oz-Legion's monstrous dick and spanked it against the teen's
terrorized face. "Squish, squish, squish ..." she whispered to the
rhythm of Angel's merciless thrusting. "So hard and long and fat and
hot ... stuffed up your tiny, tight little cunny. Tearing you apart.
Ripping your insides to shreds. Like a long, sharp knife, slicing
your precious little girlhood to ribbons. So deep, like it's going to
plunge right up and into your lungs." She increased the wrist action
of her beef jerking, drumming the werewolf's baseball-sized cock-head
in Willow's eyes. "It hurts, doesn't it, princess ..? Agony, unlike
anything you've ever felt before. That's all right, my sweet. You
can scream for us. We don't mind. Let it out, princess. Scream for
us, just like a good little girl ..."
"AAAhhhhhhh ..." Willow's shrieks were muffled beneath the
pendulous mass of Oz-Legion's mammoth scrotum, her cries doubling in
desperate anguish as Angel's cock shredded what remained of her cherry
into a bloody, pulpy mess. "Oooohhhggghh ..." her womb was afire, the
pain and the horror searing into her brain like a hot branding iron.
"GGGlllllllccckkkk ..." she gurgled as Oz-Legion rubbed his balls
across her face and then sat his shit-caked asshole over her sobbing
mouth.
"Clean it out, cunt," he barked. "Just like a fucking
roto-rooter. Lick it, bitch. Lick my shitty asshole, you teenage
slut."
Willow had no choice but to obey, her body quaking with the
merciless hammering of Angel's prick. She wept uncontrollably, her
body gripped in both shame and stark-raving horror as the animal lust
in her soul descended once more into her torn, gaping pussy. *No,
please God, not again ...* She wanted to die as the cunt
contractions ripped through her thin torso, her pussy convulsing in
yet another flow of teenage girl cum. This time, she flopped around
like a rag doll with the climax, her tongue instinctively stabbing
deeper, more hungrily into Oz-Legion's hairy asshole.
"That's it, you shit-licking little cunt," Oz-Legion growled,
a massive, wet fart exploding across Willow's face. "Work it all
loose. Burrow that tongue up there. Shit that feels good ..."
Another wet, sloppy fart burst into her nose and mouth as a thick log
of shit peaked out from between the werewolf's sphincters and slowly
lowered into Willow's mouth like a thick cable.
"UGGHHLLLL ..." Willow jerked away in utter revulsion, but
Drusilla's grasp would not allow her to move her head.
"Look, Angel," Drusilla cackled. "Our little princess is
eating dog shit. Isn't that so precious?"
"Wwwnnggg ..." Willow tried to resist, but the rope of foul
turd lowered into her mouth and throat until she began to gag.
"Eat it, cunt!" Oz-Legion snapped. "Eat it or I'll tear your
fucking face off."
Through her tears and dry heaves, the teenage girl bravely
broke off the brown log with a bite and began chewing.
"Now swallow," Drusilla coached her like a mother teaching a
baby to eat her vegetables. "That's it. That's my good little
princess. Now eat all the doggie's shit and you'll get a big
surprise. You like surprises, don't you ..?" She dabbed her fingers
in the pasty crap that leaked out of the corners of Willow's mouth and
traced it in brown skid marks across the teen's defiled face.
"Fuck!" Angel hissed as he withdrew his cock and gripped it
tightly around the head. "Get out of there," he pushed Oz-Legion
aside and pressed his piss-hole against Willow's drooling,
shit-stained lips. "Here it is, cunt. Just what you wanted. Just
what you fucking wanted. A load of hot, demon cum." His cock spurted
a geyser of steaming, foul spunk which burned against the girl's
cheeks, lips, tongue, nose and eyes like sulfuric acid.
Her mouth still filled with Oz-Legion's shit, Willow began to
retch violently, the tastes and smells overwhelming her system like
the essence of a thousand rotten eggs. As the vomit poured out of
her mouth, she felt Drusilla straddle her face and smother her gagging
mouth with the putrefied sluice of her sopping, demon cunt. Now the
foul reek of rotten eggs redoubled in Willow's senses, as Drusilla
ground her accursed pussy into the teen's very brain.