Story...
BKnowler
was time I started contributing instead of just lurking around.
I have been a, oh, I guess amateur is a fair term, writer for some time.
I've got a novel on the go as well as a couple of short stories. This is
the first time I've tried to blend some of the things I'm interested
in-writing, tickling, and...Buffy the Vampire Slayer. For some reason, I am
totally in love with Sarah Michelle Gellar (well, I guess it could be those
big eyes, pouty lips, and kick-ass attitude-but I digress.) Anyway, I was
tired of reading tickling stories that were full of spelling errors and had
little or no story aside from the tickling.
So, I wrote this story about the abduction and torture of Buffy and her
friends. DocSoul has kindly posted it as a new story on his website;
however, due to limitations on language and sexuality, he had to edit the
story somewhat, and I have decided to repost the story in all of it's
original glory here. I would be very happy to have feedback on what you all
think. Please be honest-without criticism, it's impossible to grow as a
writer. Hope you all enjoy!
BK
PS-The story does contain some rather graphic sexual activity (but no
sexual torture), so if you are looking for strict tickling, which there is
also but not solely, you've been warned.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters are registered trademarks of
Warner Bros. Inc. The author claims their use only for this work of
fiction and as a show of admiration.
If you're a fan of the show, the events in this story would fall somewhere
after last season ended. If you're not a fan, just enjoy the story for
what it is, and, if you want to see what the three characters look like,
point your browser to www.buffy.com for pictures.
Part 1-The Capture
Buffy Summers and her best friend Willow walked slowly through the crowded
mall, not really looking for anything special and just trying to kill time
before they went out on that night's patrol. It was a hot and hazy summer
afternoon, perfect for wandering through an air conditioned mall.
"I can't believe we start college in less than a month," the blond,
statuesque Buffy lamented.
"Me neither," groaned her perky redheaded friend. "I don't know how I'll
find time for my witchcraft and white magic when I have to worry about
essays and exams." She sighed. "Still, they say higher learning is good
for the soul, so who knows what'll happen?"
"Personally, I'm ready for some normalcy in my life. Since I came to
Sunnydale it's been nothing but weirdness, demons, and vampires." Willow
almost said something about not all vampires being bad, like Buffy's
ex-love Angel for example, then thought better of it. The memory of Angel
leaving Buffy was still all too fresh.
"Speaking of weirdness and all things demonic, I see Cordelia up ahead,"
said Willow. Cordelia Chase had, until a year or so ago, been part of
Buffy's group of friends. She had a bad breakup with Buffy's friend
Xander, however, and now considered herself more or less above such things.
Still, she never avoided any of her old friends, if for nothing more than
to critique what they were wearing or doing. To say that she was a bit
shallow was a gross understatement.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Sunnydale's answer to the Superfriends." As
usual, Cordelia was dressed in the latest fashion, the simple print dress
complementing her shapely frame and dark good looks. "No werewolves or
boogeymen at the mall, are there?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. It sometimes took all of her training and patience
not to punch Cordelia directly in the nose. "Hello, Cordelia. Doing some
slumming? I would have thought that a simple mall in the 'burbs was
beneath your cultured tastes."
"Well, normally it would be, but once in a while one has to get out and
deal with the common folk." Buffy was about to launch into a volley of
insults when they were interrupted by what was without a doubt the most
beautiful girl any of them had ever seen. She was tall, with long blond
hair, green eyes, and an amazing figure. She was wearing black overalls
over a white t-shirt and was sporting an odd pendant around her neck.
Buffy swore she had seen it before, but could not place it.
"Excuse me," she said, "but I was wondering if one of you could point me
towards the Gap? I'm new in town and it's my first time here."
Willow pointed off in the general direction of the store. "Sure, if you
head back about 10 or 15 stores it'll be on your left. You can't miss it."
As she looked in the direction of the Gap, Willow couldn't help but notice
that the area of the mall they were in had grown strangely deserted. Odd,
considering it had been crowded only 5 minutes before.
"The Gap? Oh, lord," Cordelia sniffed. "That would explain the overalls.
How hick."
The tall blonde smiled. "You must be Cordelia," she said. Cordelia looked
surprised. The blonde turned to Willow. "You're the witch." Willow could
only nod in agreement. The newcomer turned lastly to Buffy. "Which means
you are the Slayer." It was at that point that Buffy recognized the
pendant. 11th Century. The cult of Bungina-sorceresses. Giles' textbooks
had paid off.
As Buffy shifted into a combat stance, she snapped at the others. "Get
behind me! Now! She's a demon of some sort."
Now it was the blonde girl's turn to roll her eyes. "Please. Spare me your
attempts at controlling this situation." She raised her hand and snapped
her fingers. A blinding flash emanated from her fingers, and Buffy,
Cordelia, and Willow fell to the floor, stunned. The blonde bent over
Buffy. "Oh, my dear Slayer, our fun is just beginning." Just before she
blacked out, Buffy could have sworn that the blonde was growing two tiny
horns from the top of her head…
Part 2-Cordelia's Ordeal
Cordelia awoke sitting in a comfortable chair. No, not a chair exactly,
but something like it. She was alarmed to find that she was completely
naked. Well, except for her sandals, which for some reason had been left
on. The room she was in was completely white, with subdued lighting that
did not allow her to get any idea of how big or small the room was. When
she tried to get out of the chair, she found that she was completely
immobilized somehow, although she could see no ropes or anything else like
them. She couldn't even wiggle her fingers or toes. She began to grow
extremely scared, wondering exactly what the hell this was all about.
She didn't have to wait long. With a puff of smoke, the blonde girl
reappeared. She was, however, changed from how Cordelia had remembered
her. The black overalls had been replaced by a black leather bustier and
thigh high black leather boots. Her blonde hair, formerly straight, was
now swept back dramatically around the two small horns she now had. The
green eyes had become a smouldering red.
Scared as she should have been, Cordelia began to feel slightly aroused by
the blonde's very presence, a most disconcerting experience.
"Well, Cordelia, I don't hear any comments about my clothing now, do I?"
"Who…who are you?"
The blonde laughed. "Well, for your purposes, you can call me Diana. And
to cut to the chase, and eliminate you asking me as you were obviously
going to, you've been brought here to be tortured, pure and simple."
"But why? Why me?" Cordelia was almost in tears.
"Why, for your past sins against my master. You were part of the Slayer's
circle at one time, were you not?
"But, that was before! Not anymore!" Cordelia was becoming desparate.
Diana sighed. Dealing with mortals was always so trying. "But the fact
remains that you were responsible for the deaths of some of my master's
army. They are hard to replace, you know." She paused for a moment. "Tell
me, little Cordelia, do you wonder how you will be tortured?"
The reply was barely a whisper. "Yes."
Diana moved towards Cordelia's sandal-shod feet. "Tell me, are you
ticklish?"
This question was enough to turn Cordelia's blood to ice. She was
extremely ticklish, a fact that she kept well-hidden from everyone. Or so
she thought. Diana casually undid the buckle on one of Cordelia's sandals
and gently, gently slipped it off of her foot. Like the rest of her,
Cordelia kept her feet in perfect shape with regular pedicures and
applications of lotions and creams. Her skin was extremely soft and her
toenails were painted a lovely shade of blue. Diana ran her nail up
Cordelia's sole. Despite her situation, Cordelia giggled. "No, please,
don't. Not my feet. Anything but that." In spite of her protests, Diana
calmly undid Cordelia's other sandal to bare her other foot. She repeated
her quick tickle. Try as she might, Cordelia could not move her foot from
the perfect angle it was hanging at to expose it to tickling fingers.
"Fingers? Oh, no. I won't be tickling you. You'll have something much
more fun than that." Diana moved up the chair towards Cordelia's head,
bringing her lips within inches of Cordelia's ear. As soon as she grew
close, Cordelia again found herself growing aroused and excited. Diana
spoke softly into her ear. "Did you ever see in cartoons when a character
was tickled with a feather duster?" Cordelia closed her eyes, swallowed,
and shook her head. Diana moved around to the other ear. "Well, guess what?
It works. Amazingly well." Oh God. Cordelia could not believe what she was
hearing-it was like a nightmare. Unable to move, her most sensitive area
would be attacked by feathers. Part of her, however, probably inspired by
the nearness of this beautiful blonde, was wondering if a person could be
brought to an orgasm by tickling their feet.
"Oh, yes, you certainly can come from having your feet tickled." Diana was
obviously, somehow, reading her thoughts. "However, in your case, you're
going to have a little more helping you out in that department than just
being tickled." Diana snapped her fingers. At the end of the chair
instantly appeared a circular machine ringed with clumps of feathers.
Cordelia's feet hung just inches away from these feathers. Diana took some
type of button from the machine and pressed it into Cordelia's hand. "You
see, you will somewhat be the master of your own destiny."
Cordelia looked confused. "What do you mean?"
Diana spun the machine by hand. It immediately closed the distance to
Cordelia's defenseless soles, slowly dragging the feathers across her feet.
Cordelia, surprised by this, immediately burst into laughter that
continued until the machine stopped turning. She also noticed a slight
buzzing from the chair, right underneath her sensitive bottom and thighs.
It was pleasant, actually, like a gentle stroking might feel. Diana
smiled. "Now you see what I mean. The button in your hand controls the
speed of the machine. You can run it slowly, dragging out the feeling of
each individual feather across your feet. Or, you can run in fast, meaning
that each feather is tickling you for less time but hitting your soles more
often. It doesn't matter to me, but you might want to keep in mind that
the faster the machine is running the more often you'll get the sensation
from the chair. Eventually you'll reach a point where your body is
screaming to have an orgasm, overloading from the feeling of being tickled
and vibrated all at the same time. It's quite exciting to watch, actually,
but unfortunately I'll be busy with your friend Buffy. Enjoy."
"Wait, can't we work out something else? Please, I can't stand being
tickled. Please, I'm begging…" It was to no avail. With a sweet smile,
Diana flipped a switch. With a whine, the tickling machine began to turn.
It was set on slow. Within seconds, Cordelia was already lost. "PLEASE,
HAHAHAHA, STOP IT! PLEASE, I CAN'T TAKE IT. PLEASE!" Cordelia tried
switching the speed to fast. If anything, that was worse. The sensations
were doubled on her sensitive, soft feet. However, the vibrating on her
pussy was increased. She was soon almost beyond words, beyond giggling,
into breathless laughter and guttural moans. About all Diana could
understand before she winked out from the room was the occasional "OH GOD!"
or "MAKE IT STOP!" Cordelia tried different speed settings, but really it
was a moot point. She was lost in the throes of the tickling, oblivious to
all but the feeling of the feathers, which alternated stiff, soft, stiff,
soft, against her soles, unable to move, unable to do anything but take the
torture that had been devised for her . For variety, the machine would
occasionally extend a third arm that would circle feathers around her toes,
causing her to literally scream with laughter. "'DIANA! PLEASE STOP THIS!
I'LL HAHA NEVER GO OUT SLAYING AGAIN! HEHEHE SHOW SOME MERCY!" As the
torture went on, the feelings inside Cordelia's body began to conflict.
Her feet were being constantly tickled while her pussy was being thoroughly
stimulated by the chair. Even through her haze of sensations, she was
wishing that the tall blonde would come back to her, would lick and suck
where the feathers were, would touch her breasts, would gently slide her
tongue into her throbbing wetness. Finally, Cordelia could stand no more.
She moved the machine to it's highest setting, not caring anymore about the
feathers whipping across the soles of her feet, tickling her more than
anything she had ever felt, letting the machine bring her to a mind-blowing
orgasm. "GODOHGODOHGODOHGOD, GIVE ME MORE, SOMEBODY FUCK ME, SOMEBODY
TICKLE ME, OHGOD DIANA TOUCH ME…." With this, she passed out, her body
simply overloaded with sensation. Sensing that she was no longer
conscious, the machine put itself into idle mode. It would give it's
victim a 10 minute break, then wake her up and start the process over
again. This time, however, the machine would expel a gas that would prolong
Cordelia's stamina and ability to hold off an orgasm, letting her be
tickled twice as long without passing out. Until then, the machine hummed
quietly to itself.
Part 3-Willow's Torment
Willow woke up in much the same type of room as Cordelia, except done all
in red. She was strapped to some type of table. It's most unusual feature
was that there was a cage hanging over each of her feet and three hanging
above her. In another puff of smoke, this time in red like the room, Diana
appeared. "Ah, the witch. My Master is especially interested in you. He
feels that if you keep refining your talent you could be almost as
dangerous as the Slayer. He thinks that a session with me may dissuade you
from this future."
Willow was able to sound much braver than she felt. "What do you mean a
session? What are you going to do?" She even managed to put on a bit of a
contemptuous look.
"Why, I'm going to tickle you." At this, the contemptuousness disappeared.
Willow's big feet, which had always been a bit of a joke in her family,
were very ticklish. Her friends used to gang up on her, pin her down, and
tickle her till she was half crazy. She could still remember the feeling
of having two or three kids pin her down while two more slowly peeled off
her running shoes and socks. She could never see this, just feel it. Then
the tickling would begin.
"Which is exactly the feeling I'm going to duplicate today," Diana said.
She waved her hand and immediately Willow felt as if there was weight on
her chest and shoulders. At the same time a board came down at her neck,
blocking off the view of the rest of her body. Diana moved to the end of
the table and slowly started what she knew what was half of the torture for
Willow. The anticipation was sometimes worse than the actual act itself.
Diana took her time undoing first one shoelace, than the other. She slowly
slipped Willow's runners off of her feet. Taking a minute to savour what
she knew she was doing to Willow, she then slid one finger into the top of
her sock and slowly pulled it down to reveal Willow's large, pale feet. She
had long toes and, unlike Cordelia and, probably, Buffy, wore no
nailpolish. Diana blew gently on Willow's bare foot and was rewarded with
a shudder from the girl. Diana smiled-this would be another fun one. She
repeated the act with the other sock. When she was done, she lowered the
cages over Willow's feet and locked them to the table. "What…what are you
doing?" Willow asked.
"Well, Willow, I've just locked two cages over your feet. Into each of
those cages will go a mrem-I guess the closest thing on Earth is a cat.
This particular cat, however, has a rough four-inch long tongue and loves
to lick even the most minute amount of salt off human skin." At the other
end of the table, Willow's eyes had gone wide. "The temperature is
adjusted just high enough in here so that as they start to tickle you,
you'll sweat. As you sweat, you'll leave more salt on your skin, which
they will they lick off to tickle you, so you'll sweat…Do you see how this
all works out, now?"
"What about the other cages?" As she spoke, Diana could tell that Willow
was terrified as she thought about what was about to happen.
"Well, those are a bit of a bonus for you. Every four minutes, the two
over your breasts will drop another foot. Eventually, they will touch you,
a mrem will appear, and it will begin to lick your breasts." Much like she
did with Cordelia, Diana moved to Willow's side so she could whisper into
her ear. "Imagine, Willow-those long, rough tongues licking your nipples
over and over, while the ones at your feet lick your soles and dart their
tongues in and around your toes." Willow closed her eyes, trying to
imagine whether that torture would be exquisite or torment. She decided it
would be a bit of both. "Then, ten minutes after that, the last cage will
lower and come to rest between your legs and the last mrem will appear. I
don't think I have to tell you what that animal will be licking." Driven by
Diana's presence and the words she spoke, Willow's nipples grew erect and
she could feel herself becoming wet. Noting this, Diana gently ran her
tongue over one of Willow's hard nipples, eliciting a moan from her. Of
the three, Willow was in a way the most exciting to torture because she was
the most innocent and naïve. Diana almost wished she was staying to
torture those big feet herself. Oh well, she was here for the Slayer, after
all. Couldn't get sidetracked. She snapped her fingers, and two mrem
appeared in the foot cages. Looking around for a moment, they soon noticed
Willow's big feet in front of them. The first extended his tongue and ran
it the length of the sole. Willow shrieked at this touch, which the other
mrem soon followed. Soon, both creatures had rested their front paws on
Willow's ankles, securing her feet, and kept up a steady stream of running
their rough tongues against Willow's big, sensitive feet. The one on her
left foot seemed to take extreme pleasure in licking between her toes,
which kept Willow in constant laughter. Her laugh was a childlike giggle
that Diana found infinitely pleasing. She didn't even have time to get any
words in, as the mrem were causing so much laughter. Unlike Cordelia's
torture, Willow's tickling was much more gentle and prolonged, not violent.
After five minutes or so, Diana began to notice that there was the
occasional moan mixed in with Willow's laughter and that she looked
longingly towards the cages over her breasts. They dropped ever so
slowly, and Diana could feel the lust straining off of the girl strapped
down to the table. Willow was becoming a sweating mass of sexual tension.
Willow had always been the least sexually active of her group, and she
found the sensations of tickling to be very arousing while finding them
torturous at the same time. She badly wanted the mrem to stop tickling her
feet, which was driving her crazy, while at the same time finding some
enjoyment in their touch. Diana left after the cages descended to Willow's
breasts; the moment that the mrem on her chest first touched her smallish
yet firm breasts she had begun to pant and moan.
Although busy with preparations for Buffy, who she would be taking care of
personally, Diana kept attuned to what was going on with her other victims.
Cordelia was now on her third round of tickling while Willow was having
orgasm after orgasm at the mercy of the mrem, who would sometimes stop
their licking and tonguing just when Willow was ready to climax. Satisfied
that these two were well attended to, Diana moved onto her personal
conquest for the night, Buffy, the Vampire Slayer.
Part 4-Buffy's Torture
Buffy woke up in what appeared to be, for all intents and purposes, a
medieval dungeon. She was strapped to a wooden table at various points of
her body: waist, biceps, wrists, thighs, and calves. Her feet however,
were stuck through padded holes in a set of heavy wooden stocks and she
could feel that there was some type of string or rope around her big toes,
restraining her feet almost totally. Buffy could feel her heart rate and
breathing start to climb with the stress and uncertainty of her situation,
and she began to run through calming exercises that had been part of her
Slayer training. Slowly, her body began to return to normal and she
started looking around the room for any possible means of escape or any
type of weapon to use against the captor who would eventually return. She
could find none.
In a sudden puff of blue smoke, Diana appeared at the foot of the table.
She took a minute to survey her helpless captive before speaking. This was
the moment she savoured above all others. The time before the torture
began, when the victim had no idea about what was soon to happen. She
could feel herself start to become aroused, especially considering that her
victim was a sworn enemy of her Master, and, by extension of that, herself.
"Ah, Slayer, I see you're awake."
Buffy took a minute to compose herself, eyeing the tall blonde in front of
her up and down. She held no shame in the fact that she was naked. Her
only priority was to try and gain the upper hand somehow. "Who are you?
Where are Willow and Cordelia?" Her tone stopped just short of being
haughty.
Diana laughed. "Your friends are fine, Buffy. They're not too far away.
But they are being punished for their crimes against my Master." She
paused. "As you soon will be."
"As for who I am, my name is Diana. I, am a succubus. A female demon,
more or less, usually summoned by sorceresses. I serve the Master, who you
have made an enemy of since you came to Sunnydale. My job is to extract
his revenge."
"So, you're gonna torture me? I've been through it before."
"That may be, but I doubt it's ever been like this." Diana began to walk
slowly around the table as she spoke. "You see, Buffy, a succubus tortures
through pleasurable experiences, not painful ones. I plan on overloading
your body with sensations until you simply can't take it anymore." She
stopped near the head of the table, bent close to Buffy's ear, and began to
whisper. "I'm going to tickle you, Buffy. I'm going to start at your
stomach, then move to your breasts, then finally, when you think you can't
take anymore, I'm going to spend hours on your feet." Diana let one finger
trail sensually down Buffy's smooth underarm and was rewarded with a slight
giggle from the girl.
Buffy's eyes were wide at what Diana had just told her. She thought that
she could take any torture, any pain. But she knew that she could not
stand to be tickled. Her feet, despite all the kicking and pounding they
administered, were very soft and sensitive. She knew that when Diana
started on her feet she would be absolutely helpless to resist.
Diana noticed the fear in Buffy's eyes. She brought herself in front of
the Slayer and looked deeply into her eyes. "Buffy, don't look so scared.
There is a certain amount of pleasure in what's about to happen." She moved
closer, until her lips were almost touching Buffy's, and whispered, "For
both of us." Diana then gently, gently laid her lips on Buffy's at the
same time as she began scrabbling her nails across Buffy's flat, tanned
stomach.
For Buffy, it was like receiving an electric shock. The twin sensations of
Diana's kiss and tickling caught her totally off guard. She gritted her
teeth, closed her eyes, clenched her fists, tried everything that she could
to resist the tickling. It was to no avail. Diana was a master tickler.
She was using her nails to alternate between scratching and stroking
Buffy's soft skin. "Give in Buffy," she breathed.
Buffy soon began to giggle, than laugh, and soon was almost screaming with
laughter. Try as she might, she had no control over what was happening to
her. " STOP! STOP! DIANA, YOU BITCH! STOOOOOOP!" Diana's fingers
fiendishly found all of Buffy's most sensitive spots. She ran her fingers
from Buffy's stomach down her sides to her ribs and back. Diana found that
the skin over Buffy's ribs was especially ticklish, and spent several
minutes on each rib, gently scratching the skin with her nails. " I CAN'T
STAND THAT! STOP! PLEASE, STOP!" Diana was not to be swayed by Buffy's
pleas, and at one point produced a long, thin brush that she probed Buffy's
bellybutton with after finding that that was another sensitive spot. This
drove Buffy absolutely wild, and the bonds that held her to the table
creaked and pulled with her thrashing.
After some time, Diana started to use one hand to tickle Buffy's breasts,
which were now slick with sweat, while still torturing her tummy with the
other. Buffy's breasts were firm and round, and her nipples were erect
from a combination of the cold dampness of the room and what was being done
to her body. Diana used her nails from the bottom of each breast up
towards the nipple, scratching and making spiderlike motions. A few
minutes into this, Diana began to notice that there was the occasional moan
intertwined with Buffy's shrieks of laughter. Diana was careful not to
touch Buffy's nipples, which she knew would be sensitive, but always
stopped her touch just short of them, occasionally teasing as if she was
finally going to touch Buffy as she knew the girl was now wanting her to.
Finally, she stopped.
Buffy was a sweaty, disshevelled mess. Her face and chest were red from
the laughter she had been experiencing for the last hour. She was already
tired, and Diana had apparently just started on her. As well, and this was
very disconcerting to her, she was finding herself somewhat turned on by
all of this-the bondage, the tickling, the stroking of her breasts (which
she had desperately wanted to continue), even the fact that it was another
female doing this to her. In her darker moments, late at night as she
pleasured herself, Buffy sometimes wondered what it would be like to have a
girl touch her as only men had. Now, she was getting first hand knowledge
of it. As well, she knew that Diana's natural presence as a sexual demon
was having an effect on her. Her mind was racing as she tried to find a way
out of this mess, irregardless of what her body was telling her, but it was
impossible to concentrate. She knew she was in for an ordeal yet.
Diana switched positions and moved to a spot at the foot of the table.
Buffy moaned quietly, as she knew that this could mean only that Diana was
ready to start on her defenseless bare feet. Diana touched a switch on the
table and Buffy was surprised to find that her legs were actually on two
separate sections that were now moving apart so that her thighs and pussy
were now easier to access. Diana moved in between Buffy's legs. She waved
her hands and in each suddenly appeared a long, white feather. She smiled
sweetly, whispered "Tickle, tickle," and began.
Within seconds Buffy was laughing uncontrollably. Diana was stroking a
feather up and down each of Buffy's helpless soles, taking long strokes of
the entire length of the feather. Buffy's feet and toes quivered with what
was being done to them, but she could find no release, no relief from
Diana's slow, measured torture of her beautiful feet. This went on for 15
or 20 minutes, with Diana occasionally moving the feathers to Buffy's
breasts or inner thighs. Diana soon changed to using her nails, finding
that if she rapidly wiggled her fingers at the base of Buffy's toes
(painted a delightful shade of pink,) that she could get the girl to
scream, almost to the point of crying. At one point, just before giving
Buffy another rest, she had the feathers moving by themselves in the air,
teasing and tormenting Buffy's soles, 2 more brushing the tops of Buffy's
feet and toes, while her fiendish fingers tickled the underside and base of
Buffy's toes. Buffy could not even laugh, but simply kept her mouth open
in a soundless scream as she struggled even to breathe. Seeing that her
captive had reached this stage, Diana wisely decided to give the girl a
rest. As the Slayer lay panting, struggling to contain the now raging lust
that was inside of her, Diana looked her over carefully. Her hair was
plastered to her sweaty face. Buffy's chest heaved as she fought for
breath, causing her breasts to move enticingly up and down, her nipples
large and erect. Her pussy, erotically hidden by blonde hair, was moist
and Diana could see drops of Buffy's wetness clinging to the damp hair. At
this point, Buffy was completely a sexual creature. Diana could not
remember being so turned in in the thousand or so years that she had been
alive. It was time for her finale, the last true torture the Slayer would
experience tonight. It was to be as much psychological as physical. Diana
closed her eyes in concentration. As a demon, she could appear in any form
she chose as it fit her needs. Now, she needed two extra arms. These arms
grew slowly from just below her normal ones, identical to her original
ones. Only these two held feathers in each hand.
"Now, Buffy. I'm about to finish with you. My Master is satisfied with
what has happened tonight. He wants you to know that if you continue to
oppose him, you and all those who help you will be here with me again.
Your friends will not remember specifically what happened to them, only
that they were punished in some way. That way, if we meet again, the
experience will once again be new for them. You, however, will have fully
memory of what happened, as a warning to you. Now, enough talk." Diana
stepped once more in between Buffy's legs. Her new arms immediately went
to work on her sweet soles, once again bringing forth gales of laughter
from Buffy. Her old arms, however, were doing something entirely
different. One hand gently stroked Buffy's breasts, touching the nipples
as Diana knew she needed. The other was slowly opening Buffy's lips, as
Diana revelled in Buffy's warm wetness. Diana stroked Buffy's pussy lips,
coming near her clitoris but never touching it. She occasionally inserted
a finger into Buffy, but never gave her too much, always keeping her on the
edge between pleasure and torture. Buffy's laughter was now becoming as
much breathy moan as high-pitched laugh.
"Do you want me, Buffy?" the demon asked quietly.
"Go…go…go to hell," she managed to say in between moans and giggles.
"I've been there. It's overrated." Diana slowly inserted two fingers into
Buffy's soaked pussy, causing her to moan with pleasure. "I said, do you
want me?"
Buffy knew what she should answer. As a Slayer, her duty was to oppose the
creatures of evil in all forms. However, her body didn't care. She had
been put through too much and her body cried for release. "Yes," she
whispered.
"What? I don't think I heard you." Diana intensified the tickling of
Buffy's feet.
"I…I….I SAID YES!" she screamed. "I WANT YOU! I NEED YOU TO MAKE LOVE TO
ME! I HAVE TO HAVE YOU TOUCH ME!"
Satisfied, Diana stopped tickling Buffy's feet and toes. Her second set of
arms disappeared. She moved to the head of the table, where Buffy lay
panting, eyes cast guiltily down. "Buffy, look at me," she said quietly.
Buffy, now meek, looked up. Diana gently moved the hair from Buffy's eyes,
away from her face. "Don't feel bad, Buffy. There hasn't been a Slayer in
500 years who has resisted me." She stepped away from the table, reached
behind her back, and unzipped the leather bustier. It fell away to reveal
large, pale breasts, the nipples pink and erect, a slim waist, and a soft
expanse of skin on her stomach and back. She slid off her boots, exposing
her long legs and small shapely feet. The demon moved close to Buffy.
Buffy was lost in her presence, lost in her smoky red eyes and full lips.
Diana once again kissed Buffy, snapping her fingers at the same time. The
scene was transformed into a bedroom dominated by the huge feather bed
Buffy and Diana were now on, kneeling, facing each other. Buffy knew she
should attack this creature, kill it, drive it away. But she could not.
Instead, the two blondes, one a demon, one a Slayer of them, kissed
passionately, lay down, and moved into each other's embrace.
Hunter
BKnowler wrote:
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Very well written! Please post more if you have them. :)