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

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5

Buffy didn't want to know anything about Willow's condition.
Her mind was already in a state of crazed confusion, and callous as it
may seem she didn't need anything else distracting her from her
mission. This was why she had had Xander drop her off at the
Sunnydale Convocation Center while he sped off to Willow's side.
Buffy was almost glad Xander had some other place to go, some other
mission to perform. If he wasn't already a basket case because of
Cordelia, Spike's news of Willow's assault had turned the usually
cynical teenager into a stark-raving mad lunatic. He'd taken the city
streets at eighty miles an hour getting them to the Convo, and now as
she watched him speed away from her she estimated his speed at
somewhere around ninety.
*Be careful ...* The absurdity of her statement struck her as
she scaled the padlock fence behind the huge auditorium and made her
way towards the back entrance. Of course, this door was locked. She
grasped the handle with her hands and concentrated. Normally, she
used her super-strength for clocking vamps and other ghoulies. In a
fight, such prowess came naturally, as if by instinct. When
confronted with other situations, like deadbolted doorways, summoning
her powers took a little more effort. She gripped the handle snugly
and grunted, a very unladylike sound for a petite teenager who anyone
off the street might mistake for a delicate, pampered prom queen.
The door groaned with the strain of her effort. Metal scraped
metal, and the whole frame began to buckle. Then, the door just burst
open, the recoil depositing the small slayer down on her toned, firm
posterior. Ouch! she yipped, springing to her feet angrily and
kicking the door. Ahead of her, the musty darkness of a hallway
invited her inside. She brushed herself off, rubbed her smarting
ass-cheeks and plunged into what awaited her.
Debris cluttered the cramped passageway as she pushed forward,
the light dimming with each twist and turn, until she was almost in
total darkness. Ahead she spotted the glow of a sign affixed above
the threshold to another door.
*Tunnel Access ...* she read to herself as she approached the
door and gripped the handle, expecting it to locked as well.
Surprisingly, it yawned open with little effort. It was heavy, but
not locked. She squeezed through the crack and tried to let her eyes
adjust to the even deeper darkness before her.
*Okay, don't wig out or nothing ...* she told herself. *It's
only .. like .. real creepy ... * She cursed herself for not thinking
about a flashlight and stumbled on. With no light distracting her,
Buffy found her other senses sharpening to compensate for her
blindness. Sounds and smells wafted down through the tunnel, and she
realized she was updraft to a herd of horses. *Spike said they'd be
around the animals, that Legion liked the animals ...* She tried to
breath through her mouth as she moved closer to the horses. *Why is
it so dark down here ...* she cursed as she stumbled over what felt
like a saddle or saddlebag.
The sound of her fall echoed through the passage, and she
froze in her tracks. *Damn!*
"What was that?" she heard a voice hiss against the darkness.
"Angel?" Drusilla's anxious voice squeaked above the whinny of
the startled horses.
"I'll go check it out," Angel's gruff voice cut her off.
"Okay? Why don't you two just relax."
"If someone's down here, kill 'em," the third voice snarled.
"You said we'd be safe here till nightfall."
"And we will," Angel's eyes peered into the darkness like
black coals surrounded in an orange, fiery nimbus. His nos-trils
flared below the glower of his gaze, and Buffy could sense him trying
to sniff out the essence of an intruder. How many times he had used
those same powers to help her, to save her, to rid Sunnydale and the
world of his own kind. Now, however, he had been transformed back into
the demon he had once been, transformed because of her stupid
carelessness, her immaturity, her lust ...
Images of the passion they had so recklessly shared flickered
through her consciousness like the blazing resonance of Angel's
demonic gaze. She felt her body shudder with the remembered
sensations: his touch, his lips upon her perky tits, his tongue
lapping at the folds of her sopping virgin slit, his sucking mouth
finding her burning clit, his rock-hard cock nuzzling against her
cheeks as she inhaled his entire nine-inch length down her thirsty,
greedy throat. *Oh, Angel ...* Despite the fact she knew she must
kill him, a sick longing crept through her soul for the demon who had
captured her heart. Her tight teenage cunt moistened inside the
crotch of her tight stretch pants.
Angel sniffed again, this time his mouth sneering in a puzzled
grin. In his left hand he lit a match and touched the flaming tip to
the wick in an old lantern. The cavernous tunnel suddenly burst into
a hazy glow. Buffy was still safely in the shadows beyond the
lanterns range, but Angel was now moving in closer.
*My God, my hoochie...* Buffy couldn't help but rub the
dampness that now soaked the crotch of her stretch pants. *He smells
it. He'll recognize it's me any second ...* Knowing that the scent
of her arousal would ultimately reveal her presence, Buffy decided not
to lose the element of surprise. She hurled herself through the
darkness and planted a savage karate kick to the side of Angel's head,
right at his temple. A normal man would have been rendered
immediately unconscious, perhaps even died. Angel shrugged off the
blow groggily, the lantern scraping the floor as he waved to Drusilla.
"Get her, damn it!" he hissed.
The vampiress shrieked a little bit and threw an empty beer
bottle at Buffy's head. *Good old Dru ...* Buffy easily sidestepped
the projectile and smiled to herself. Against helpless humans,
Drusilla could be a merciless terror. The vampiress knew when she was
overmatched, though, and she would do her best to avoid a direct
confrontation with the Slayer unless she was cornered. *That's good.
That oughtta let me keep her alive ...* Buffy dodged another bottle
which shattered on the wall behind her. She spun about and aimed
another kick at Angel, this time catching the dazed vampire in his
chest, driving him back. Buffy then hit the ground in a roll,
somersaulting behind Angel and lashing out with another viscous kick,
this one pinpointing the back of his knees and sending him down to the
floor like the proverbial ton of bricks.
"Fucking cunt!" he hissed as he groveled on the floor, the
lantern clattering across the floor into a pile of hay.
Foossshhhhh! The ignited kerosene inside the lamp now spilled
out across the dry, brittle hay.
"Nighty night, you sick bastard," Buffy poised the stake she
was holding, taking a deep breath as she prepared to end the existence
of the demon she had once loved ... the creature who had taken her
virginity ... the creature who had raped and possibly killed her best
friend.
"No!" Drusilla's voice pierced the fiery shadows now dancing
around them. She lunged at Buffy, grabbing the Slayer by the hair and
yanking back. Buffy's aim disrupted, the stake sailed harmlessly past
Angels' head into the burning pile of hay.
"Get off me," Buffy snapped, throwing Drusilla off her back
easily. *Damn it. I can't hurt her ....* she remembered "Get out of
here, Drusilla," she barked at the demoness who lay half-conscious on
the floor. "This isn't between you and me, at least not today. It's
him I want," she pointed at Angel. "Him and his little friend."
"Do you mean me?" a voice like a horse's whinny sounded behind
her.
Buffy turned and saw a herd of huge, powerful stallions
stamping at the ground in front of her, barring her exit, and moving
in for the kill.
"Have you ever seen what a horse's cock does to a little girl
like you, cunt!" one of the beasts neighed, his three-foot schlong
almost touching the floor. "It rips her insides apart like a juicy,
overripe peach." As the herd closed in, Buffy could see all their
fearsome cocks rampant with animal lust.
*Fuck!* she looked for a way out, taking her eyes off Angel
momentarily and desperately trying to gauge whether she could vault
over the lead horse and make it to the tunnel exit before the other
horses could block her path. *Here goes nothing ...* Before she
could spring, however, she felt her arms snap to her sides and her
body go rigid. *Rope ...* She struggled against the tight snare.
"Never told you I worked as a cowboy for awhile, did I?" Angel
sneered as he pulled on the lasso and sent her tumbling backwards.
"But then again, I guess there's a lot about me you never got to know
about. Like how much I enjoy sucking the life out of pretty little
teenage cunt whores like you .." He dragged her across the floor
until she was groveling at his feet. "Kiss my fucking boots, cunt!"
he commanded, grinding the toe of his black boots into her mouth.
"Come on, cunt. A couple months ago, you would have begged to lick the
shit out of my asshole."
"Fuck you, you sick, perverted bastard ..." she spat.
"That's not what you were calling me when I fucked your tight
little cherry pussy," he howled in laughter. "You remember that, don't
you, Buffy. You fucking begged me to fuck you, to let you suck my
cock. And you fucking sucked it dry, too, you little whore. You
fucking worshipped it, and you fucking drank my hot demon cum like a
thick vanilla shake. You remember how you licked it off my cock head,
how you cleaned it off my balls like a good little whore, how you
sucked it hard again, spread your blond little pussy and begged me to
rip your hymen, to fuck you until it hurt. You fucking little cunt.
You will lick my boots now, and you'll beg me again. You'll beg me to
rape your silly little schoolgirl ass before I suck the blood out of
your tender little neck and send your soul straight to hell ..." He
mashed his boot back into her face.
As Buffy struggled to rise, she felt a horse's hoof bear down
upon her back, pinning her to the ground. Another hoof rested on her
skull, ready to crack her head open like an eggshell.
"You heard the man, Slayer," one of the horse's neighed. "Lick
his boots."
Buffy tried to resist, but the weight of the hoof on her head
began to press down, and she saw no choice. *I'm not going to die
this way ...* she resigned herself and began guiding her tongue along
Angel's boots.
"There's some horse shit on the soles, bitch" Angel chuckled
as he watched the proud, petite teen slobber over his boots like a two
dollar whore. "I want them clean. Do you hear me?" he barked, kicking
her in the side savagely. "Clean!"
Buffy couldn't fight back the tears as she ran her tongue
across the paste of horse-shit that covered the soles of his boots.
"Now say 'thank you,'" Angel cackled, kicking her in the side
again. "Say 'thank you for letting me lick your boots, master. Can I
suck your cock now?"
"Fuck you," Buffy gasped with every last ounce of her
strength.
"I will break you, Buffy," Angel leered at her. "We can take
all day here, but you will grovel at my feet and beg me to violate
you. Just like Cordelia ... just like Willow. You should have seen us
tear her apart, Buf. We were raping her asshole to shreds, and she
was carrying on like a regular porno queen, wasn't she, Legion ..?"
"Damn straight," Legion neighed, increasing the pressure
against her skull so that Buffy thought her head would burst open any
second. "Now tell 'him what he wants to here, cunt. Tell him!"
"Thank you .." Buffy bawled. "Thank you for letting me lick
your boots, master. Can I suck your cock now?"
"Ask me nicer," Angel taunted her. "I don't believe you. Do
you believe her, Legion? Do you think she really wants to suck my
cock?"
"I'm not convinced," Legion whinnied. "Convince me, bitch."
"You heard him," Angel mocked. "You have three seconds or he
crushes your skull."
*Words, it's only words ... Buffy told herself as the hoof
began to split her skull. "Please, can I suck your cock, master," she
whined pathetically. "You have to let me suck you. It's what I want
more than anything in the universe. I love your cock. I want to suck
it and see it spray all over my face ..." she babbled on. "I want to
drink your hot cum and lick it off your balls ... just like before.
God, I love your cock, Angel. I miss it so bad. Please, let me just
suck it once before I die. Please. Then you can kill me. Just let
me hum your hard nine-inch cock before I die ..."
"Now that's more like it," Angel threw back his head in
laughter and began unbuckling his belt. "Just so you don't get any
ideas," he cautioned, wrapping the belt around her neck like a leash.
He eased Legion's hoof off her head and pulled her face to his
crotch. "Now let's see how much you want my cock, bitch. Cum and get
it ..."
"Unsnap your jeans and take it out, honey," Buffy feigned her
best horny whine. "I'm so hot for your big hard dick."
"You take it out," Angel tugged at the belt, choking her
slightly.
"Untie me, then," Buffy tried not to sound more like she
wanted to get at his cock than to get free.
"Sluts like you don't need to use their hands, cunt," Angel
hissed. "You've got your teeth and your mouth. Now get it out of
there yourself," he yanked the belt again, and this time Buffy felt
her windpipe close completely. "Come on. Do it, slut!"
Tears in her eyes, the proud teenage beauty began trying to
unsnap Angel's jeans with her teeth while he and the horse both
whinnied in amusement.
"Pretty little Buffy is going to get it now, isn't she, my
sweet," Drusilla's drowsy voice drifted back into consciousness as she
crawled over to Buffy's side. "I want to see you choke her with that
big cock of yours, my darling. Choke-fuck the snotty little Slayer
.." she cooed, stroking Buffy's pert breasts and tearing at the
material of her blouse. "Such cute little tits," she stabbed her
tongue at Buffy's exposed cleavage as the teen's blouse fell in
tatters to the floor. "Oh, look, her nipples are even hard. Is our
cute little Slayer all hot bothered by the thought of Angel's hard,
savage cock?"
As Drusilla popped her tits out and exposed them to the cold
air, Buffy at last managed to pop open the snap on Angel's jeans and
grasp his zipper with her teeth. In one fluid motion, she worked down
the zipper and bobbed her head back up to his belt loops. Taking each
one in her teeth one at a time and pulling down slightly, she managed
to slide the jeans down his hips. *Fuck! * the terrorized girls' body
convulsed in shame as she felt her pussy grow even moister with
Drusilla's tongue fluttering her nipples and the scent of Angel's
sweaty demonhood wafting up into her perky, upturned nose. *Damn it
..* She tried to contain the lust building inside her, but it was
futile. She tore at Angel's briefs with her teeth, desperately
thirsting for the thick, gnarled prick that strained against the
sweaty cotton. With her jaws, she clenched the elastic waist band and
pulled down, snorting as Angel's rigid tool snapped up and slapped her
in the face.
It was even harder and huger than she remembered, and she
tasted the drool that collected her in the corners of her mouth before
she lowered her mouth on the golfball-sized head of his shaft and
greedily sucked it between her slobbering lips. She felt Angel grab
the back of her neck and force his hard prick all the way down into
her sucking, gasping throat. She helplessly held her mouth open,
straining her jaws apart to accept every last inch of his cock.
"Oh, yeah, you fucking whore," Angel spit in her face as he
battered the bulbous head of his dick down past her tonsils and into
esophagus.
"Wuughhh ..." she gagged at the ferocity of his assault,
spittle, sputum and some vomit gurgling out.
"How's that, cunt?" he mocked her. "How does Buffy the
Vampire Slayer a big demon cock raping her throat?"
"MMMMMMmmmm ..." Buffy purred as he throttled her throat. She
didn't resist now as Drusilla worked off her stretch-pants and ripped
off the panties shielding her sopping snatch. Seconds later, the
vampiress's slashing tongue found Buffy's hair-trigger clit, and
before she could even think about it the petite, super-teen was
spazzing out in a girlish cum-quake that made her wet her pussy like a
newborn baby. "OOOUUUUuuggghhhhhh ..." she murmured as the world
stood on its head and Angel's cock stabbed into her brain.
Like a pacified baby, she now slavered over Angel's cock, all
resistance gone as he defiled her windpipe and fired a load of searing
demonseed into her hard belly.
Angel withdrew and spurted the last remnants of his chode
across her face.
Her mouth snapped instinctively at the air, thirsting for
bigger, harder tools to worship with her mouth. Drusilla grabbed her
hair and guided one of Legion's three-foot horse pricks between her
brainless lips. The softball-sizes head of the horse's cock butted
into Buffy's mouth as she fought to suck it between her aching jaws.
*God, give me that horsy cock ... please ...* she gasped to herself as
she felt her jaw bone crack and face muscles go slack as she finally
accommodated the enormous warhead into her thirsty mouth.
"Fuck, I love this work," Angel sneered, crawling beneath
Buffy's trim, teenage form and slamming his still-hard prick between
her drenched cunt walls. Meanwhile, she could feel Drusilla licking,
fingering, stretching and trying to lubricate her ultra-tight
sphincters. *Yeah, horsy cock up my ass ....* she wept in joy to
herself. *A huge cock in my mouth, Angel in my cunt, and huge horse
dong in my ass. Fuck yeah ... * She bucked on Angel's cock like
hellbitch in heat, her ass straining to accept the gigantic girth of
the horsy dick as it pressed into her slender sphincters. *Come on,
Buf. You're the Slayer. You can do it. You can do anything ...* Her
whole body spazzed out completely when the horse's prick helmet split
her poop chute open and stabbed up into her teenage tummy. Shit
dribbled and then spurted out her blasted intestinal track, while she
felt her eyeballs roll back into her brain.
"Fuck, me, God damn it!" she heard her voice screech
inhumanly. "Cock! I need more cock. harder, bigger, longer, fatter
..." she fucked Angel's cock and the horsy dick with all the
gymnastics she'd ever learned, bucking, gyrating, convulsing like a
woman possessed ...
*Possessed ....*
Suddenly, Buffy felt it. The other presence in her cunt, her
soul. It had been there for quite some time now, but she had been too
weak to resist or even notice it. Now, however, in a moment of
clarity, she felt it raping every last vestige of her soul ... her
goodness ... her humanity.
"No .." she howled, spitting out the horse dick that now fired
a gallon of cum across her devastated face. "Get out of me," she
cursed, trying to free herself from Angel's cock and the three-foot
animal cock nailed between her once tight teenage ass-cheeks. "Get
out!" she tore herself loose from Angel first, but the suction
generated from the horse's mammoth tool plowing into her bloody poop
chute now glued their bodies obscenely together. The other horses
gathered around now stamping on her and kicking her as the one in her
ass battered her into oblivion.
*My God, I'm going to die ...* the tears filled her entire
being as images of her mother, her father, Xander, Cordelia, Giles and
Willow whirled inside her brainpan. *I've failed. I'm so sorry ...*
Swooossshhhhhh .....
The sound filled the room. At first she thought it was the
fire raging out of control, but then she noticed the flickering
growing dimmer and dimmer. And the sound continued, along with a cold
foam that now seemed to be everywhere. The horse's began whinnying at
the tops of their lungs, and Buffy could feel them turn from her and
begin stampeding out the door. Finally, the one in her ass pulled out
and joined the herd of broncos fleeing wildly down the tunnel.
Buffy looked up through her stupor to see a very horrified
Giles and Xander bending down to her side. Each carried a fire
extinguisher.
"How ...?" was all Buffy could manage.
Neither man could take his eyes off the ravished beauty, once
so proud, and now so utterly defiled and devastated. Both had seen her
impaled on the end of three-foot stallion cock, riding the beast's
fuck-frenzy like a seasoned whore. Neither knew if they could ever get
that disturbing yet somehow exhilarating picture out of their minds.
They shuddered at their own animal baseness, embarrassed that they had
been so aroused they had refrained from driving off the beasts for
almost an entire minute as they watched Buffy perform her grim,
twisted ballet.
"W .. we'll get you to a hospital ..." Giles stammered,
reaching into his pocket for a cellular phone.
"Yeah, Buf, you'll be all right ..." Xander took off his shirt
and placed it over his friend's naked, shivering form as she drifted
into a cold, comatose shock.

6

"Holy water ?!" Buffy asked again in disbelief. "Y ..
yes .." Giles answered, a self-satisfied smile across his face. "It
was Xander's idea actually," he nodded to the teen, who smiled
proudly.
"A little goes a long way," he quipped. "We just refilled the
fire extinguishers with that and some propellant foam we whipped up in
the chem lab, and voila ..."
"It was a little harder than that," Oz added, still somewhat
subdued from the experience of being possessedby yet another demon and
forced to rape his girlfriend.
"Without Oz's .. expertise .. we wouldn't have managed,"
Giles offered with a grim smile. "It seems that back in his wayward
youth ..."
"My buddies and I used to pull a lot of pranks," Oz cut in.
"We read in this book how you could fill a fire extinguisher with
Cheese Whiz, so we tried it out. After about fourteen failed
attempts, we finally got it right. I guess you never forget
something like that."
"I owe you," Buffy sighed. "I owe you all."
"Listen, you've pulled all our nuts out of the fire dozens of
times, Buf. It's about time we repaid the favor," Xander patted his
friend's hand.
An awkward silence settle over the room.
"The doctor says you, Willow, and Cordelia will make full
recoveries," Giles tried to keep things up beat. "The healing salve
Amy's mother whipped up seems to have amazing curative properties.
Frankly, the doctors are astounded." He paused. "You haven't told
them have you?" he asked, suddenly worried.
"What?" Buffy asked sarcastically. "That I'm spreading some
witch ointment on my privates every night and that's how I'm making
this miraculous recovery ..?"
"Ah .. Buf ..." Xander shuffled about uncomfortably. "Maybe
there's some stuff Giles and I don't need to know about your .. um ..
privates."
Buffy scrunched her nose, half amused and half embarrassed.
"Giles ..?" she turned to her Watcher, giggling when the lenses of his
glasses fogged over.
"Xander is .. ah .. quite right," he stammered. "There are
some things we .. I ..."
"Geez, what a bunch of prudes you all turned out to be ..."
Buffy laughed. "I'm sure Xander lets Cordelia discuss her privates
all she wants."
"No, he doesn't!" Cordelia wheeled herself into the room with
Willow close at her heels. "And he'd better never ever if he knows
what's good for him. It's bad enough I have to smear this goop all
over my ...," she cut herself off when she realized everyone was
staring at her. "You're all a bunch of pervs, you know that."
"I'm just glad we're all alive," Willow piped up. "It would
have really been a bummer if we never got to hear Xander and you fight
anymore." She smiled at Cordelia, and the beautiful teen flashed her
a crooked grin.
"So what happened to that ... eeuuhhyuk ... anyway?" Oz tried
to change the subject.
"I imagine the holy water chased him out of the horses,"
Giles mused. "They found the herd miles away. They were still quite
spooked. As for our friend Legion, he could be anywhere, really.
Just waiting to strike."
"I just wish we'd been able to catch that bastard, Angel,"
Xander muttered.
"We had enough of a chore saving Buffy, Xander," Giles assured
the boy. "Don't you forget that. She was minutes from death. By
allowing Angel and Drusilla to escape, we managed to get Buffy out of
there with no altercations."
"Where do you think they went anyway, Giles?" Buffy asked.
"It was broad daylight."
"According to the convocation center's building plans, those
tunnels extend for blocks and empty out in the sewer. I imagine they
eventually made it back to Spike's, or wherever they're hiding out
now."
"Bummer about the rodeo," Willow chimed in. "We had tickets
and everything."
"You were going to the rodeo?" Xander asked. "You didn't tell
me that. You know how much I love that stuff, Will ... How come we
weren't invited?" he pointed to himself and Cordelia.
"We were," Cordelia answered for Willow. "I declined, of
course."
"You what?"
"Hello?!" Cordelia lilted her voice. "Rodeo? Like major geek
alert ...."
"You tell that to the guy wrestling the bulls," Xander
sulked.
"You guys are giving me a headache," Buffy interrupted.
"Giles," she turned to the librarian. "As my Watcher, I here-by order
you to clear everyone out of here so I can get a week's worth of
sleep."
"Uh .. yes ..." Giles looked around to the others. "Buffy is
quite right. She really does need her rest," he swept the teenagers
out of the hospital room.
"Hey, Giles!" Buffy called to her Watcher as he lagged behind
the gang.
"Ah, yes ..."
"I didn't mean you," she smiled.
"You want me to stay?" he asked dumbfounded.
"No, I want you get me an extra-large pizza and my Nintendo,"
she wrinkled her nose. "I'm going crazy in here."
He nodded. "I'll see what I can do ..."

THE END