0 comments/ 9615 views/ 0 favorites When Sunny Gets Blue By: livingjukebox (A fantastic fantasy for Missy) Right this looks like the centre of town Now all I need to do is park up (Shit they've got meters I hope I've got some change) And find out just the hell where I am I know I'm somewhere in California But I haven't got a clue where Nor how I got here OK, I drove out of Vancouver Straight over the border Down past Seattle Route 101 All the way Like to keep off the freeways. Down past Portland Wouldn't have minded dropping in Nice city But something said keep driving Not out loud But in my head Right down the coast Past the redwoods Past Marin county Past San Francisco Nice city But too busy, too happening for me right now Still had that feeling anyway Keep driving Keep driving Turn inland Keep driving Till I got Here It's almost as if something drew me here When I woke up this morning I was restless There comes a point in time when you have to say, "Fuck it, let's do something different." For starters this mystery illness has kept me sitting around the house for far too long. All I seem to do is go to school Come home from school Do some work for school It's school, school, bloody school all the time. Once in a while I get taken out golfing And I do get my kicks from playing around on the Internet But the long and short of it is that I'm in a rut I need to get out of here. My husband's off on a three week trip somewhere So, I'm basically left to my own devices The nurse drops in every now and then And once in a while a girl friend will come over (I suppose that does break up the monotony somewhat) But if you analyse my various activities They amount to doodly-squat. So, when I got up this morning I made a decision I'm getting out of here Not permanently, that would be too drastic But I do have the use of the car And all I seem to be using it for is going to school Or taking a trip downtown Let's drive So, forget the route map That's how I got here For about a quarter of a second I considered driving East Head towards Banff Go up in the mountains Like I said that idea lasted about a quarter of second I just leapt in the car and drove South Some insistent nagging pointed me in that direction South Even when I stopped for a gas Something inside my head said "Gotta keep going, gotta keep going South, South" So I kept going It felt a bit weird But I kept going Didn't even stop for a meal Just kept going South 'Til I got here Where-ever here is! Only one way to find out Ask I'm a pretty girl People won't mind me asking strange questions I hope "'scuse me, can you tell me where I am?" It's liable to produce strange looks So don't ask I need another plan But first of all gotta pay that meter Don't want the car towed first day in . . . err . . . town So pay the meter Pop the coin right into the slot And Oh my God I don't believe this I just don't believe this Well at least I don't need to ask any stupid questions There is my answer Right there on the meter Quote "Please ensure you put the correct coinage into the meter Failure to do so will result in heavy fines By order of . . ." Get this Get this "By order of . . ." You have to be kidding "By order of The Head of Traffic Regulation Sunnydale." You have to be fucking kidding Don't you? I know, I know I've seen the TV series too Joss Whedon territory Buffyville I know It's just a TV series But that's what it says Sunnydale Fucking Sunny fucking Dale I thought the way I got here was weird But this one takes the biscuit I think I need to sit down Have a meal Have a drink Try and figure out just what's going on Now if I remember from the TV series . . . Now hold on a minute Don't get carried away This is just a coincidence This is just a town in the middle of California That just happens to be called Sunnydale But, like I said In the TV series There's a bar somewhere There's a bar Right There! And there it is . . . A bar, , , . Right There. So, Maybe I really AM in Sunnydale, TV version Now it really IS weird (I said that before didn't I?) The funny thing is I don't feel too weirded out Well, not much any way Not enough to ignore a . . . . coincidental Bar It's getting late anyway And some music would be nice So bar it is I'll deal with the strange bits later Now play this cool You know you look young anyhow Don't want to get carded I'm not even sure if I have an ID with me Might have left it in Vancouver I got out of there so fast To get here To get to Sunnydale So let's walk up to the bar God, the lighting's shitty here It's getting dark And I can hardly see where I'm going Just like the TV Sunnydale really Sure on TV the nice bits, the suburbs, are well lit But downtown (Downtown where the bad things are liable to happen The victims creep or race or scream through ill-lit streets Until whatever is after them gets them, Or someone saves them, Whichever advances the plot better) The lighting is crap If someone, something, was lurking in the shadows I'd never see them Not a smidgin' of a shadow I wouldn't see anybody I . . . A voice chimes out from behind me Where did he/she - it - come from Who . . . "Hello Missy, we've been expecting you." What the fuck . . . I turn And suddenly it really is dark Somebody has thrown a skein of dark cloth over my head I can't see a fucking thing Hands, Soft hands (Well that's a relief) Grab my arms And something tight is wrapped round my middle (That's not quite so much a relief) Pinning the dark cloth to my body I scream Hoping to attract attention But the cloth muffles most of the screams And the prick in my arm that I feel next Does the rest I feel a needle sink into the soft flesh of my forearm I feel liquid spurting into my veins I feel the drugs, it has to be drugs, racing towards my heart My head And I feel everything Switch OFF And as I sink into oblivion One stupid thought comes into my head "Well, Missy, if this really is Sunnydale, If this really is Sunnydale Then you're in deep trouble I hope there's someone around to save you. And just who might that someone be who rides in on a white stallion to save your ass?" OK, OK, I know it's dumb "I hope . . . I hope . . . Buffy's Around to save me." Guess it must be the knockout drops talking Guess it must be . . . Gone Right out Oblivion **************************** OK I know this is a cliche But when cliches happen There's nothing you can do about it It stops being a cliche And becomes reality And this cliche/reality is That I have absolutely no idea where I am No doubt somewhere in Sunnydale (Still can't get my head around that yet) But I'm still groggy And the lighting in this room Prison, dungeon, what have you Is so subdued I've no idea of what it looks like Let alone any thoughts of where or what it actually is At least the dark cloth "they" put over my head is gone So that when I do eventually begin to focus (God, my head is still swimming) I'll be able to see where I am And, more to the point, hopefully, Who brought me here Whoever "they" are And, IF "they" show up The weird bit is (And this experience seems to be full of weird bits) That despite the fact that I seem to have been abducted Abducted in a strange town (And if it IS Sunnydale, this is a real strange town) By strange people I feel perfectly calm Now, I'm not particularly subject to paranoia (Only when I have to be) And I do have a strong sense of self-preservation (Street smarts I suppose you could call it) But past experiences have led me to be cautious To be careful To be wary of weird situations But right now I have no sense of wariness whatsoever Could be a side-effect of the drugs "they" gave me, of course, But I don't think so Some second sense is telling me that everything is hunky dory I won't deny that second sense has let me down a couple of times But this feels right It still feels weird, But It feels Right So might just as well lie here Let the debilitating effects pass Let my brain focus And see what happens Next What happens next is This I here someone (something?) stir behind me And a voice says (I know that voice, Where do I know that voice from?) "OK, gang, she's coming too Bring the lights up a bit. Let's get this show on the road." And the lights do come up - a bit. Well, If I thought things had been weird up to now Things just got weirder The voice says "Here drink this It will help you focus" And from the now not so gloomy gloom A hand, a soft feminine hand, But strong and confident Passes me a glass And I pour the pink viscous liquid down my throat And my eyes do focus And my brain sharpens And I start to concentrate And what I see nearly does my head in What I see is a girl's face What I see is someone I know (Not personally, mind you) What I see is the face of . . . And I blurt it out I'm too surprised to stop myself "Sarah Michelle . . ." She interrupts "Close, but so far off you won't believe it" "But you look like her You look exactly like her." "Wrong. I don't look like Sarah Michelle Geller She's on her way here She's been doing a personal appearance somewhere or other. I don't look like Sarah Michelle Geller because Sarah Michelle Geller looks exactly like ME. Hi Missy My apologies for your strange introduction to Sunnydale I'm Buffy Buffy Summers." I guffaw "Oh, yeah, sure And next thing you'll be telling me that I'm in the real Sunnydale as shown on TV with Demons and Vampires and Hell holes and all." She smiles at me It is a winning smile A smile that inspires confidence A smile that Sarah Michelle would do well to emulate more often on TV It's a sexy smile My God it's a sexy smile. "That is exactly what I'm telling you. Its like this . . ." "But . . . " "Forget the buts Missy, even though you do have a cute one." I blush from head to toe "This is the real Sunnydale And, of course, the one you see on TV is fake It's on TV. It has to be fake." "But . . ." She ignores my but. I hope she isn't ignoring my butt (Where did that come from?) "This is going to sound off the wall But this is the way it is. Some time ago, Joss was driving around California Trying to get round writer's block or something And he stumbled on Sunnydale Totally accidentally And He also stumbled on us scoobies the minute he came in to town Just as well really or a demon would have gobbled him up before he could do his job. Well, of course, hanging around us, Hanging around me, He soon discovered about things that he couldn't have made up in a million years Spooky things, Things that were completely over the top. His immediate reaction was to talk to the press. But he realised that nobody was going to believe him I mean what would you say if somebody told there was this cozy little town In the centre of California Which was also the centre of all the evil in the Universe You'd have laughed him out of town Unless you had him locked up for his own safety instead. So, instead of talking to the press He unblocked his writer's block Turned it all into a series of TV scripts Found a few look-alikes, and some not so look-alikes to go with them Filmed a pilot And the rest is history Sunnydale is on the map And we get to fight on without nosy Feds sticking their nose in They just get confused. Sunnydale Josh style is on TV So anything that happens in Sunnydale real can't possibly be real The demons and the Vampires and the Hellmouth (Mustn't forget the bloody Hellmouth) Are all the by-products of some TV producer's fevered imagination. We like it 'cos we get left alone Sunnydale likes it because what town wants a reputation like that And even the vamps like it because it appeals to their egos And believe you me vampires have got great big egos In fact, to be honest with you, that's all vamps are One big ego with a tendency to bite you on the neck Every now and again. So, as I said, Sarah Michelle Geller looks exactly like me Because she's playing ME She's acting out Buffy She's acting out the Vampire Slayer She's being ME. That's where the TV shtick comes from." And you know what As crazy as it sounds As contrived as it sounds I believe her How could you not It sort of explains How I magically got here Nothing else accounts for the need The desire To drive and drive and drive And then end up here In Sunnydale. There has to be something supernatural going on. So, I tell her that. And she smiles again "Pretty close Missy You're one smart cookie It wasn't supernatural actually It was psychic We used Dawn You know My supposed sister. She is the Key after-all And being the Key gives you a lot of extra talents no one tells you about So we got her to reach out to you Add a bit of undue influence I'm still not quite sure how she does it But when you do meet her You can ask her yourself. (Incidentally, you won't be meeting her right away. She's a bit too young, a bit too naive To participate in what we have planned.)" Now, what did she mean by that. I have to admit I'm curious. I'm always curious Andy, the English guy I write to on-line Reckons I'm a modern-day Alice Forever chasing sexual-rabbits down the sexual-rabbit-holes. But for now I'll let my curiosity stand Let the rabbit go for a run on its own for a change. So, instead, I ask the other question that's been bugging me. "OK, so that's how you got me here But, how did you know about me How did you find out about me?" "Blame that one on Cordelia She had one of her visions. She'll be here soon as well, So she can tell you all about it. Really that girl will be the death of me. She's always fucking late. It's not as if she has far to come. And no, she's not in LA working for Angel. Angel was someone Josh made up Someone to provide a bit of love interest for the poor deluded TV audiences. Angel, if he existed, is so not my type. Too moody by half But if Josh wrote the real truth the sponsors would have a major fit. My type is softer, prettier Someone like you." My God, she's coming on to me Who'd have believed it. Buffy is into girls! Well, don't let me stop her I'm partial to a bit of cunt-lapping myself Now if I can just get her alone. I can't help but preen Just a little bit After all I've been through After all I've heard I deserve a preen or two. Buffy ignores my posturing "Once Cordy had had a flash about you Willow did the rest Did a bit of hacking Checked you out Peeked into your files, your e-mails Nice pictures by the way." I blush. Again. "Willow, tell Missy about your discoveries." A slim, young , Very full-breasted Woman walks from the darkness. And I go "But, but, but . . ." She sports a very chic spiky hair-cut She's wearing tight, tight latex Her lips are painted bright, bright red And she really knows how to strut her stuff If Buffy wasn't here I'd be coming on to her instead "But . . . " "I know, I look like Willow, but I don't look like Willow I get it all the time I hate what Josh did to me I mean, just because I've got a brain And I can hack into computers (And I might add cast a mean spell or two) I have to be displayed as nerdy, dithery ditz. And as for that mate they've saddled me with Give me a break I like girls I really like girls But for Christ sake make my love-interest have more spirit. Someone I can boss around and come on all heavy to And who doesn't burst into tears at the first opportunity. Someone who likes a bit of . . . err . . . discomfort Someone who doesn't think that having a fuck Necessarily means being romantically tied Someone . . ." She grasps my chin in her latex-covered hand Firmly but tenderly A presses her lips, her red, red lips against my exposed throat "Someone Like You" "See, Missy I know about you. I hacked into your computer remember. That husband of yours thinks you're a compliant little thing Doesn't he? Well, I know better I've read your e-mails Remember You and the big O That's what you're all about." You know, she could be right. "Oh, and I love that stuff that guy from England is sending you If I had someone over there writing stuff like that for me I'd be over there fucking his brains out. But you don't have to do that do you 'Cos you're fucking his mind already And he loves an intellectual fuck And, believe me, you, sweet cheeks, are the original intellectual fuck You put it down on paper And they're cumming like crazy You plot a bunch of pictures for the web And they're engulfed by desire (Not without cause, I might add) They want you I want you." Her licentious monologue is interrupted. There is a hammering on a distant door. Buffy cuts in "Patience, Willow, patience That will be Cordy and Sarah, At long fucking last. Go and let them in." She turns to me "Sorry, about Willow She doesn't know the meaning of patience. But she's honest She wants you We all want you." She leans in and kisses me Fully On the lips Wet and warm Desiring. I return the kiss I can't help myself I'm kissing a fantasy She pulls me to her Swirls her tongue around my lips And I stiffen at the pure eroticism of it all My tongue entwines with hers My lips crush against hers My mouth melts into hers I am hers And Buffy knows it She breaks our lip-lock "OK gang she's ready Strip her, kit her and strap her And for God's sake let's have a bit more light in here Let's see exactly what we're having here." A shiver goes up my spine I don't know whether it's fear or anticipation. And the lights go up (They're so bright that they temporarily blind me) And suddenly a myriad pairs of hands are on my body. This bunch work as a team with Buffy They work as a team on me. Before I can catch my breath They've done just what she demanded. "Strip her" Off come my street clothes Suddenly I'm naked In front off all these people If I wasn't so confident in my body I'd be embarrassed. "Kit Her" On go black nylon stockings, a rich thick seam running up the rear of my thighs On go cuffs Cuffs at ankles Cuffs at wrists Cuff at neck On go panties Rich black silk Widely slashed at the crotch On goes a wide black satin suspender belt On goes madly high, obscenely high, high-heeled pumps Spaghetti straps fastened just below the cuffs at my ankles The only thing missing is a tight undercut bra But I don't need a bra I'm compact Small, but firm breasts that are forever pointing forwards Who needs a bra? "Strap her" Here it gets complicated Here it gets sexy as hell You know those sacrifices they're always having in Buffy Well it looks as though they've found a new sacrificee If it wasn't the good guys I'd be really worried Quickly They lift me They lower me They lift and lower me on to a pair of rubber slings suspended from the ceiling One sling for my back One for my ass Quickly They fasten chains to the cuffs at my wrists Pull them tight and draw them out to hooks in the wall My arms are spread wide, taut and horizontal Now chains to the cuffs at my ankles My legs mirror my arms My legs are spread wide, horizontal My crotch, framed by the silk of the open-crotch panties is totally exposed My unsupported head flops backwards My long blonde hair tumbling towards the floor Upside down I see Buffy move into my line of vision Wow Even upside down she looks fantastic Not a stitch of clothing Not one Her cleft is surmounted by a narrow tuft of blonde hair (So, it's not out of the bottle) Her waist is narrow Her tits heavy and full Hanging slightly with their weight Her large nipples sporting large golden hoops. She advances Her crotch at mouth level When Sunny Gets Blue "Suck on this for me would you darling While I deal with these" She pushes her cunt against my lips And leans over my suspended body Her full voluminous tits Pressing into my firm, perfect chest The soft weighty flesh presses against my teats My nipples hardening Pushing deeply into the weight of her full soft breasts My mouth needs no further encouragement I clamp my lips on to the swell of her cunt And suck hard Filling my mouth with her wetness She pushes her nipples against mine Fat, juicy paps Pressing against my diamond hard, diamond perfect nipples They drill into the soft, satin swell of her dugs She leans back Inspecting the effect of her efforts She flicks a thumb against one of my nipples It ricochets to one side My tit quivers And my nipple gets even harder Buffy steps back Wrenching my sucking mouth from her welling cunt Oh shit, I was enjoying that. "Time for you to meet the rest of the gang You've met Willow" Willow is still wearing latex, sort of She's removed the dress And now all she has on are latex stockings Latex suspender belt Latex gloves Oh, and did I mention the latex halter It tightens against her top But her large breasts are swinging free Thrusting through holes in the halter top "Cordelia" For Cordelia a bustier Stockings of the finest denier Lace step-ins Lace suspender belt Lace peep-hole bra For Cordelia a class outfit And, as ever, for Cordelia a bitchy mouth "My, what have got here? So fragile So sexy And such tiny tits." She cups my now swelling breast "Just perfect, just like I like them." Maybe Cordy doesn't have a bitchy mouth after all "Anya" Zander's demon girlfriend is different again She has developed into a demon earth mother A black leotard covering her upper torso A fine thread of material slashing from cunt to ass-cheek Buried deep in the slash of her cunt Buried deeper into the deep furrow between the globes of her rounded ass Tasteee "Faith" Faith being Faith wears leather Tight clinging leather from throat to ankle Throat to fingertip Almost encasing her tight wiry frame Her breasts bulge under the firm leather covering And a long silver zip slashes the jumpsuit From her neck to her belly to her crotch to her butt to her back to her shoulder-blades to the base of her spine A long sinuous thread of shining metal Dividing her leather strapped body in two "And last but not least Sarah" Now this is weird Now I've got twin Sarah Michelles Now I've twin Buffys They're almost identical Though I suspect that Sarah Michelle Living the high life of the actress Has a larger body A softer body A more fecund body And whereas Buffy is sporting nakedness And a decor of nipple hoops Sarah Michelle, Like the actress she is, has come in costume Sarah Michelle has come as a nun Not, mind you, that you see a nun dressed like this too often Not that you see too many nuns dressed in rubber Rubber stockings cling to her thighs A rubber wimple falls from her head Framing her delicate face And falls over her shoulders Ceasing at mid-forearm And that's it The rubber nun Is naked and ready Ready to play her part in this tableau Whatever that may be. I don't know what this bunch are going to do to me But at a guess Sex might just be involved somewhere Now, how did I guess that? Goody "And that's it Missy Apart from a couple of late visitors Who'll you'll meet later" I can't help but ask "Buffy, where are the guys Where are Zander and Giles?" Buffy sniggers "Oh, we sent them out for the night They're probably out fucking somewhere I know Zander has got a thing going with a nurse And Giles has enticed many a young thing Into the stacks that hold his books He's probably deflowering a virgin student, if he can find one, right now. No, Missy, this is a girl's night out We've saved you for the . . . Ladies, shall we begin." I don't know whether to feel fearful or excited. Checking this lot out Either reaction would be appropriate But for now I'll opt for excited Might as well have some fun after all "Right Missy Faith has a treat for you Faith" Faith steps forward An almost demonic grip across her face Now I do feel a bit fearful Faith being Faith likes to hurt people Willow coos in my ear "I told you we read your e-mails" She tweaks my swollen nipples "We know you like to hurt these." She pinches And my nipples get even harder and larger "Faith is going to hurt you, Faith is going to hurt your tits very badly." Faith sure is Faith is armed In her hand she carries a thin expandable tube She places it between my nipples Making small adjustments Making it fit Just Right Then, when she is satisfied the fit is perfect She presses a button sited at the centre of the tube With a whoosh of compressed air Two thin sharp spikes explode from the tube Crashing against the insides of my pointed nipples Driving through the nubbed flesh Penetrating the expectant paps Forcing out through the other side The pain is horrendous I scream in agony My nipples pierced by fierce needle-like spikes I scream in pain A howl tumbling from my mouth Sarah Michelle, ever playing the part Lifts my head And stifles my screams with a passionate kiss "There, there my child It hurts doesn't it? It really hurts But that's how you like it Isn't it? That's what gets you off." And she's right They knows she's right I know she's right My body knows she's right So, my body takes her word for it And as pain crashes through my nipples My poor penetrated nipples My body starts, I start, To cum and cum and cum. Faith looks down on her handy work with pleasure filling her face She slides a leather clad finger across the beads of blood welling at the pierced nips And lifts the finger to her mouth Sucking the sanguine liquid into her rapacious mouth Faith being Faith Has only just started Come on Faith, bring it on I can stand it Come on Faith I scream out loud "Come on Faith Hurt me you bitch Hurt me Hurt my nipples Hurt my tits Please hurt my tits." Faith, ever willing to oblige Does just that She produces a couple of discs of machined metal The discs have a small hole drilled at their centres. She slides them over the exposed ends of the spikes She produces another piece of metal (Is there no end to this woman's streak of sadistic invention?) And hooks each end into slots cut in the machined metal discs First one end Then . . . almost there (Here's the rub. The piece of metal she's hooking Is just a bit, just a tiny bit, shorter than the combined length of tube between my nipples and the discs covering the spikes. Therefore, to complete the hooking The machined parts have to press inwards Pushing against the ends of the tube.) . . . almost . . . There Now, not only are my nipples pierced Painfully pierced Wonderfully, painfully pierced, They're also crushed Squeezed between two pairs of pieces of cold hard metal So, not only do my nipples want to scream out in searing pain They're throbbing as the life is crushed out of them Aren't I a lucky girl My body thinks so It just keeps on cumming Nothing huge you understand But it's cumming non-the-less And it just keeps on cumming Oh yes Oh yes Sarah Michelle moves to my left side Mirroring her, Buffy moves to my right Willow positions herself at my head Her wet, ripe cunt level with my mouth She leans forward "OK, tit-torture girl Let me put you a Willowy proposition You push your clever little tongue inside my cunt . . ." She reaches over my body and lifts the tube between my nipples " . . . and I wont pull on this . . ." Pulling my breasts away from my body Making me groan with pleasure My tongue darts into her wetness Anxious to please her "Well, well Perhaps I should try some reverse psychology here" Her free hand digs into the heavy flesh of her exposed tit Fingers digging into her full, sumptuous boob. "Ah, that's good Missy That's so good Tell you what The deeper your tongue goes The harder I'll pull on this" She lifts the tube higher Putting incredible strain on my already throbbing tits On either side of me Sarah Michelle And Buffy Descend on my straining tits Their tongues swirling round the extended mounds of flesh Their mouths seeking out what little that can be seen of my crushed nipples My tongue pushes deeper in Willow's wet orifice After all, she's giving me pleasure Why shouldn't I return the favour? She pumps her cunt against my mouth Squealing with delight Begging for more Begging for me to go deeper So, I push my tongue deeper Deep between her cunt lips Deep into the fleshy tunnel of her boiling cunt Deep into the wet, squishy morass of her vagina She tastes good And as she pulls on my tits She makes me feel good Oh, so good I could suck her cunt forever The assault The fierce loving assault on my body Has only just started Anya and Cordelia have positioned themselves between my widely stretched legs Cordelia chattering away in what seems to be an aimless manner It isn't Cordy knows just what she is doing "You take her cunt Anya I'll deal with this." Anya kneels between my splayed legs Cordy however squats beneath the globes of my exposed ass "I like my tongue in something tight and musky" Her wide mouth opens and her tongue rasps over the dimple of my ass-hole Anya flicks her demon tongue over the prominence of my clitoris Cordy pushes hard with her smart tongue Forcing my ass-hole open Anya sucks my clit into her well-trained mouth Almost creating a vacuum twixt lips and clit Cordy pushes deeper I can feel her tongue pushing deeper into the tunnel of my ass I can feel it flick from side to side Savouring the earthy flesh of my ass tube Anya envelops my wide open cunt with her mouth I've been coming so much I'm almost awash Anya doesn't mind She sucks in the fluid Filling her mouth with my cuntal fluids And Cordy pushes deeper I'm being team-hit now Buffy at one tit Sarah Michelle at the other Anya at my cunt Willow plundering my mouth Cordy reaming me till I want to scream in pleasure And Faith? Faith being Faith, has decided to be wicked She has unzipped the zip that divides her leathers Revealing a rich bush of black pubic hair between her exposed thighs From somewhere, God knows where She has found an enormous black dildo Covered in raised black studs She spreads her legs And jams it Hard Into the rich wound of her gaping cunt Pushing it in and out of her sodden morass With ferocity and fever She's not alone Sarah has found Buffy's cunt Buffy has found Sarah's As they suck and tongue my stretched breasts and compacted nipples They masturbate each other Each knowing each others bodies as if it was their own Cordy reaches up to Anya's exposed vagina with one hand Her own with the other As she plunders my ass She forces her whole right hand into Anya She forces her whole left hand into herself And Willow, Well Willow is giving herself the fucking of her life on my tongue We are as one Six over-sexed women Giving each other and ourselves the fucking of our lives We're loving it I'm loving it Oh, how I'm loving it I've never felt so alive before So possessed So used So wanted I moan into Willow's cunt Spewing filth into her stretched orifice "Oh, fuck, yes Oh fuck me Please fuck me My tits My cunt My ass Suck me you bitches Suck me Suck meeeeeeeeee." And Faith being Faith Takes it to the last and final level Somewhere, somewhere else this time, She has found a cat-o-nine tails She parades round the tableaux Thrashing the whip wildly Making it count where it really hurts First Cordy's exposed ass Now Buffy's tits Now her own Now Sarah's tits Now Willow's Back and forth Back and forth The tails cutting into each set of breasts The tails slamming into each rounded ass The only person she leaves out is me Perhaps she thinks I've got too much else going on Perhaps she is right Then on the other hand perhaps I'm wrong I want the whip I need the whip I need it now I get it now Not on my tits My over-stretched tits Not on my ass My ripely sucked ass No The whip comes down, down, down I see it in slow motion And collides with my exposed pointed clitoris It couldn't have missed it really It is so swollen So erect So full of blood It's an easy target It's a willing target It's a wanting target As my clit is whipped to a bloody pulp I whimper and scream Burying my face deep into Willow's cunt I am so alive I am so possessed My clit is on fire My ass is deeply filled My cunt is awash as Anya sucks My tits are wet with kisses Hot with tension Alive with pain My nipples, crushed though they may be Are emitting sparks of pure pleasure I'm going to cum I'm going to cum (I pull my mouth from Willow's needful cunt) "I'm Going To Cum I'm Going To Cum I'm Going To Cuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm." And I roar my pleasure into the sex charged air. And as I cum, really cum Everything changes Everything goes nuts Buffy, team-leader Buffy, jumps up from her administrations to my tits And pushes Willow off of my mouth My cunt erupts To be honest every part of my body erupts But my cunt My wet sloppy, delicious throbbing cunt Goes haywire I don't often ejaculate I get wet I get sopping wet I get "mind out of the way there's a flash-flood coming" wet But I don't often ejaculate Tonight The night that I met Buffy and her crew Tonight The night that they turned me into a receptacle of pleasure Tonight I ejaculate I ejaculate hard and I ejaculate long And my cum jets out of my cunt into Anya's waiting mouth And Buffy yells "This is it ladies, this is it" And I'm thinking "This is what?" And I don't really fucking care Because I'm cumming and spurting And spurting and cumming And cumming And cumming And cumming And oh my God, Anya's cumming too But it's obvious that when Anya cums Anya cums differently A huge din builds up around her naked body A whirlwind of energy spirals around her shaking form And above the din Buffy yells, "This is it Missy This what we got you here for Female ejaculate changes her Female ejaculate causes her to revert Get ready for the ride of your life You've changed her back into . . ." And Anya changes Into A Demon. A green, sex-starved Demon She hasn't fucked as a Demon for centuries No wonder she's sex-starved She's pretty cool-looking as demons go Her bodies bigger She's taller But she's perfectly proportioned. Apart from her tits Which are enormous Enormous enough for Willow and Cordy and Sarah and Faith To grab two handfuls each And still leave some to spare But it's at her crotch That the real strange stuff is happening A swirl of stars seems to be flowing from her streaming cunt At first they seem nebulous, transparent Now they solidify Now her whole cunt solidifies And erupts from her centre And rises And pushes outwards And becomes hard And becomes erect I've never seen anything so erect Her cunt Her demon cunt Has changed And I guess I changed it Little old me I changed Anya's cunt My cum changed Anya's cunt Into a gigantic Throbbing Pulsating Enormous Green Thick Cock I've never seen anything like it For a start off it's one foot round And as it grows and grows it's six feet long Six fucking feet And I know for a fact where that monster is going It's going inside me I don't know whether to scream in fear or laugh in pleasure I babble into Buffy's wet opening, pushed hard against my mouth "It's too big It'll rip me apart It'll kill me." But deep inside Deep down inside I want it I want that monster demon cock inside my cunt Deep down inside my cunt "Don't worry, Missy Don't worry You can take it I know you can take it." Buffy's trying to relax me Trying to make me ready Well, Missy, Ready or not Here It Comes. With a roar Anya throws the quartet off her gigantic green mauled breasts And plunges towards me It happens so fast It happens so hard Her cock hits my cunt My cunt peels open wide And the gigantic green phallus sinks into me Roaring down the stretched tunnel of my vagina Like a runaway express train I've never taken anything so big I've never taken anything so hot I've never taken anything so hard My delicate cunt is filled To capacity And then some Hot green flesh rasps against the gentle walls of my cunt Hot green flesh thunders towards my cervix Hot green flesh hammers through the opening Hot green flesh embeds itself in my womb Oh my God Oh my God I'm cumming And I'm cumming And I keep on cumming As the six-foot phallus pushes deeper and deeper into me She must stop Anya must stop Or she'll burst into my intestine She'll split my body in two And I don't care I don't give a fuck All I want is that behemoth of a cock totally buried in my cunt Demons have strange powers I mean A female demon with a gigantic cock Where's that at Demons have strange powers Anya's are the strangest you've ever seen As the green cock-head thunders into my womb Something odd happens My cunt is full So would yours be And still the cock keeps on coming I can feel it thundering through my body But somehow it's not there It's somewhere else Its massive length reaches my womb And then it's outside me In another dimension all together I can sense its progress I can feel (for real) its breakneck journey down my sucking cunt But then it's somewhere else Pushing its full six foot length inside me Where has it gone? What's happening? Suddenly I find out Suddenly my mouth is full Suddenly a gigantic circumcised green crown is pushing itself through my lips A blow-job in reverse if you will The head bursts from my mouth Which, if you'll remember, was plastered to Buffy's open vagina It's got nowhere else to go It fills her to capacity Anya's cock is everywhere It's in my mouth It's in Buffy's cunt It's in my cunt And then Anya starts to fuck us both Oh my God She's fucking us both The other girls are all over us Sucking our tits Fingering our asses And sliding their tongues over the monstrous length as it pushes in out of Buffy and myself It is the most surreal fuck I've ever had It's the most intense fuck I've ever had It's so intense it can't go on for long Or Buffy and I are dead meat We're only human Anya's a demon Still, what a way to die Fucked by the biggest cock you've ever seen And your cock-sucking mouth sucking on the cunt of your fantasy female fuck It can't get any better than this But it does I never knew this about demons (Let's be honest, I never knew anything about demons, Not until now. But I know now 'cos it's happening to me For real. As it happens. Blow by blow.) But When demons cum They cum hard. I know this 'cos Anya's started to cum I can feel her jism pumping into Buffy's wide-stretched cunt I can see her cum flooding out of that very same cunt It has splashed against Buffy's womb and has nowhere else to go It's backing out Streaming towards my hungry mouth (I find this hard to believe, it's white Just like human cum I expected it to be green, or blue, or purple. Who knows with demons?) And here's another thing It's delicious A thick soup of salt, and fruit and honey and slime And the final thing that happens to demons when they cum It's happening inside me So I know it's true They don't just ejaculate from the head Demon's cum lots So it has to go somewhere And it does It fountains from the trunk of the cock It fountains inside me Boiling in my womb Boiling in my cunt Boiling on my labia Scalding my hard erect clit This is the one This is the one This Is the Oooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeee! When Sunny Gets Blue I don't just cum My whole body cums I don't just cum My tits cum My nipples cum Mt toes and fingers cum My belly cums My buttocks cum My clit cums And oh God, Oh God My cunt Cums and Cums and Cums and Cums I can't go any further I'm finished I'm exhausted I'm radiant I'm totally happy And I've had the fuck of a lifetime What more can a poor girl ask for I slump in my restraints Totally satiated Totally satisfied Totally finished That's what I think! Buffy has other ideas In my dreamlike state I hear her call I hear her say this "OK, Drusilla, she's ready now She's all yours Finish her off will you." And in the distance In the mental distance in to which my ultimate orgasm has taken me I see her drift in to the room A wraith, pale and beautiful Skin like chalk A look of vacant rapture filling her face. She sinks languorously to her knees In front of my now empty, fully stretched cunt A smile of pleasure and need and wanting painted across her undead face This can't be happening This really can't be happening It is. In my innocence I protest "Hold on a minute Buffy Drusilla's Spike's girlfriend She's a vampire She's a fucking vampire." Buffy strokes my hair The effect is calming, almost satisfying Her soft breath floats across my forehead Her soft tits brush against my feverish cheek "Of course she is Missy Of course she is No-one survives for long in Sunnydale without being a vampire There's just to many of them." And to Drusilla "Finish her off, Drusilla Finish her off." I try to struggle in my chains It's impossible I'm too firmly restrained I can't escape Drusilla looks up Smiling Baring her teeth Showing her fangs Smiling a smile of pure lust and evil She lowers her head towards my gaping cunt And sinks her teeth Her vampiric fangs Into the swelling erection of my clitoris Deep and hard into the tender flesh Deep and hard Deep and hard I roar with the pain as the needle sharp teeth penetrate my clit I scream with pleasure as she buries her fangs deeper and deeper Sucking the blood from my clit Sucking me into pleasure and oblivion As one the other women descend upon me Buffy bares her teeth Buffy shows, what's this, it can't be happening Buffy shows Her fangs "I told you no one survives for long in Sunnydale without becoming a vampire Not even the scoobies And Not even ME." And she buries her fangs deep into the flesh of my tiny breasts And begins to suck. And they all begin to suck. They suck on my tits And they suck on my ass-cheeks And they suck on my neck And they suck on my cunt lips And they suck on my clit And I just lie there Not able to escape Not wanting to escape Only needing the sweet ecstasy of possession Only drowning in the sexual thrill of vampiric draining As they suck I cum As they suck blood flows from the punctures In tits In neck In ass In clit In cunt Blood flows from my body into their mouths Blood splatters from their mouths on to my body And they suck And suck And suck Until there is nothing left Until They suck away my life. ******************** That was yesterday Today is today Yesterday I was Missy Today I'm still Missy But today I'm changed Today I'm different I have died And now I am resurrected Yesterday I was human Today I'm undead And special undead at that It seems that the ceremony with Anya turned me into a different sort of vampire Buffy told me all this after I arose As she was tucking me into, Lucky vampire that I am, Her bed. Yes, I need blood, just like any other common or garden vampire But I'm not common And you won't see me in your garden Seems I'll be too busy fucking and sucking For any horticulture work This uncommon Vampire Missy McC Late of Vancouver Needs more than blood Missy needs, Missy wants, Missy has to have, Cum to keep her immortal Doesn't matter what sex As long as it's cum As long as it keeps me alive Can't see me complaining about that Meanwhile I lie here Two soft bodies either side of me The Geller girls, the Summers clones Sarah Michelle on side Hand clutching my tiny tit Two fingers buried in my open cunt Buffy the other My other tit swollen in her sleeping grasp My cunt sucking on her rigid fingers What a lovely way to die What a lovely way to live I lean over the naked bodies of my sleeping partners Kissing first one Then the other Fully on the soft protrusions of their pouting lips as one they stir in their sleep I take one of their full rounded breasts in each hand One tit per hand One tit per ravishing girl And squeeze Gently at first And then harder Willing them To awaken Willing them To join me in my lust Willing them to spread Their langourous legs for me Willing them To expose their tasty cunts to my lips Willing them To fill my greedy mouth with their wet, wet cum Got to start the day right A girl can't live on an empty stomach A girl's got have breakfast inside her Hot, wet, steaming, slithery breakfast Yummmmy!