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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer
  Character:
      Buffy_Summers
  Additional Tags:
      Shrinking, noncon, Slavery
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-06 Words: 10025
****** Little Buffy ******
by Pomyum
Summary
     A warlock decides to remove Buffy Summers as an obstacle by shrinking
     her down to 3 inches. Unfortunately for her, she's soon captured by a
     horny teenager, with an eye for a little sex doll.
     Kink Keywords: Shrink, Noncon, Slavery
     A commission from bask25456
Unearthly, demonic growls filled the night air. The wet soil of the fresh grave
roiled and rose before parting. Fingers ending in long talons split the ground,
pushing it aside to reveal the source of the unholy sounds: the face of a
vampire. It continued to growl, twisting and turning, placing its hands on the
ground to pull itself up from its grave.
"You know," came a feminine voice from nearby. The vampire craned its neck
upward, gazing upon the slim form of a young blonde woman. "I would like to
have a night off one of these days. My ideal evening is not hanging around,
waiting you to pop up so I can make you go, 'Poof'!"
The creature roared and swiped at the girl's legs. She merely leapt up,
avoiding the strike before reaching down and grabbing the creature's neck.
Hauling it up, she hurled it over her head, slamming it to the ground behind
her. She raised a wooden stake in her other hand, ready to deliver the killing
blow. Further growls drew her attention, though, and she turned her head to see
a half-dozen more vampires approaching from behind.
"Hey, Buffy," said the lead one, grinning and bearing its fangs.
"Ugh. Really?" Her hand descended, dusting the first vampire as she turned to
face the rest.
The battle was short. None of the demons were more than a few weeks old. Easy
prey. During the battle, though, Buffy found herself momentarily caught by one
of them, his hand gripping her hair tightly. She felt a knife slicing at her
back, she thought, causing her to turn and flip, kicking the creature away.
When she jumped to her feet, though, she found the vampire fleeing the battle,
her cut hair still in its hand. Busy with the others, she ignored it.
Once she was finished, surrounded only by piles of ash, she pulled her hair
over her shoulder, sighing despondently as she realized that her style had been
ruined.
"Goddamnit. I just had this done. Now I have to spend tomorrow at the salon.
Great."
* * *
Velgat stretched as he rose to answer the ringing doorbell. Unlike the man he
was about to meet, Velgat was not a creature of the night. Despite his
profession, he vastly preferred to work in the sun. Its magickal energy was
powerful, and unlike his moon-worshipping, skyclad sisters, he understood how
to utilize it.
Velgat was a tall man, with a man of long, fine black hair that fell halfway
down his back. His fingers were slim and delicate, his features fine, his
figure sveldt. Piercing blue eyes peeked out from beneath a prominent widow's
peak. He wore a thick black robe and cloak, interlaced with blue velvet and
purple stitching that wove complex geometric patterns throughout his clothing.
He would have appeared to be the stereotypical warlock, if not for the white
Van Halen t-shirt that peeked out from beneath the ensemble.
Yanking the door open, he gave the vampire standing in front of him as wry a
look as he could manage.
"You only have to hit the doorbell once," he said. "Ringing it two-dozen times
doesn't make me answer any quicker."
The creature held up its hand, yellow strands of hair between its fingers.
Velgat nodded, standing aside to let the creature in. Locking the front door,
he then led the vampire into the basement, toward his magickal circle.
The basement was dank and dirty, Velgat having had to make do since he came to
Sunnydale. It served its purpose, though. Despite the ancient stone walls and
cobwebs, not to mention the humidity, he'd managed to make a decent enough
place of power. A large arcane circle dominated the center of the room. On the
surrounding walls hung symbols and artifacts of all kinds. On the far end of
the room lay a table dotted with numerous bowls, books and ritual daggers.
And off in one corner sat a small chair facing a shelf with a television and a
Sega Genesis sitting on top. The cartridge sitting in the console was Phantasy
Star 2.
Standing in the center of the circle, Velgat turned towards the creature,
extending his hand. The vampire placed the small lock of hair in the man's
palm. The gloved fingers closed tightly, Velgat letting out a vicious laugh
that echoed around the damp room.
"I did as you asked," the creature said, demanding its payment.
"So you did," responded Velgat, bowing slightly. Velgat's free hand twisted in
several complicated gestures, glowing runes appearing in the air before him.
"Did you tell anyone about our arrangement? Did anyone follow you?"
The vampire shook its head.
"No. No one knows I'm here. The Slayer saw me take her hair, but she didn't
follow."
Velgat look towards the runes, which began to glow green, indicating that the
creature was telling the truth. The man smiled and nodded to the vampire.
"Excellent. Your reward then." A simple gesture from Velgat's hand, and a thick
wooden pole, sharpened at one end, flew across the room, running through the
creature's chest. It's mouth fell open, though no exhale came, the creature's
breathless lungs having forgotten how to gasp. Then, as its eyes met Velgat's
in a pained expression of betrayal, it faded to ash, the pole collapsing to the
cement floor with a loud clatter.
"Goddess-damnit!" exclaimed Velgat. "I forgot about that damn ash. Now I have
to sweep that up. Bloody vampires. Filthy creatures." With another few
gestures, a nearby broom suddenly animated, arms sprouting from its side. It
began to bob over to the ash, humming to itself as it went. Velgat suddenly
pointed straight at it, a look of anger on his face.
"Sing that little Disney song again, and I'll throw you in the fire." The broom
immediately quieted down and began to sweep up the ash.
Velgat walked over to his table, placing the blonde locks down on a small
plate. Reaching for an athame, he picked up a wicked curved dagger that
serpentined back and forth, red runes adorning the length of the blade. Velgat
groaned as he swiped it across his palm, opening a long gash. Creating a fist,
he squeezed the blood from his hand, onto the yellow hair on the plate.
After wrapping up his wound, he proceeded to produce several spell agents. A
moss of blue, a batch of pungent crushed leaves, a vial of red liquid that
looked suspiciously like blood, and half a cup of Kool-Aid powdered drink mix.
Blue raspberry. He was a resourceful warlock, and knew how to improvise when
ingredients were scarce.
Mixing them onto the plate, he flexed his fingers, sparking a blue flame to
consume the combined agents. He then lifted his hands to the sun symbol hanging
over the table, and after closing his eyes began the incantation for the spell.
Arcane winds filled the room, causing his robe to blow about and the fire to
fade. Taking a deep breath, Velgat smiled, satisfied with the results of his
spell. Dipping the powder cup back into the drink mix, he then poured a healthy
dose into a nearby glass of water, mixed it, and took several deep sips,
leaving a thick blue mustache on his upper lip.
"Alright, Slayer," he said, licking away the remainder of the Kool-Aid. "Let's
see you interfere now."
* * *
As if she didn't have enough to deal with. The team hadn't been able to finish
off Spike, Buffy wasn't the only Slayer anymore, vampires were still running
rampant around the town, according to Giles a new player was in town, probably
a witch or warlock, not to mention all the other numerous things that were
trying to kill her on a, at best, weekly basis. Also, Cordelia was still a
bitch.
So, when Buffy overheard the snotty cheerleader telling one of her friends
about an honest-to-god panty raid that was going to take place after school,
Buffy just had to roll her eyes in frustration. Apparently, she had to solve
every problem in Sunnydale.
Sunnydale's rival school, Simi Valley High, had a tradition amongst their
sports teams. When visiting another school, they'd stage raids on the girl's
locker room to steal whatever panties they could find, like something out of an
80s teen comedy. It just so happened that SVH had a soccer game against
Sunnydale High that very day, and so the tradition would not doubt continue.
Buffy was sick and tired of such bullshit. She remembered hearing a rumor about
it the first year she'd been in Sunnydale, but hadn't thought anything of it,
even when her own panties went missing. She wasn't going to put up with it for
a second year. As such, after school, just as the visiting team's soccer game
was arriving, Buffy decided to plant herself in the girl's locker, ready to
confront the thieves when they came in.
She'd been grumpy the entire day, and having to wait to ambush panty thieves
wasn't putting her in a better mood. From the moment she woke up, she felt...
not weak, really, but diminished. As if she wasn't her whole self. Her strength
felt lesser, as did her appetite. She even felt shorter, somehow, and the fact
that her outfit didn't fit as well seemed to make such a thing seem far more
plausible.
She put it out of her mind, though, certain it was just her imagination. So,
despite her lack of energy, she sat on a bench among the lockers, tapping the
stake she'd brought against the wood, waiting for the idiot who would inherit
her frustration.
As she sat, waiting, she felt herself feeling more and more tired, as if she
was rapidly approaching exhaustion. Yawning and stretching, she suddenly felt a
tingling in her entire body, and a pounding in her head. Groaning, she opened
her eyes to find the lockers around her growing larger in size. They lifted
into the air, towering over her as they expanded, the whole room growing along
with them.
"What the hell?" she exclaimed, trying to stand. As she did, though, she
stumbled, her feet no longer fitting properly in her shoes. Turning her head
down, she found her clothing growing as well.
Then she realized that the explanation was simpler. The world wasn't growing.
She was shrinking.
She began to panic, taking in several deep breaths, desperately wondering what
she should do. A moment later, her head disappeared inside of her shirt,
darkness enveloping her perception. Smaller and smaller she became, her words
of panic fading as she went. A mere moment later, any onlookers would have only
seen a pile of clothes strangely discarded onto the floor.
A small bump soon appeared in the leg of her jeans, however. It thrust against
the material, pushing along towards the opening until it finally pushed out
into the air. Buffy emerged, completely naked, her eyes wide as she stared at
the seemingly giant world around her.
"Oh my god," she said, coughing. "I have got to get some freshener for my
shoes. I had no idea they smelled so bad." Stepping away from her clothing,
Buffy took several deep breaths, her head turning this way and that, staring at
the colossal lockers, the enormous benches, her own gigantic pile of clothing,
and the many miscellaneous objects on the unswept floors around her.
"Okay, first, I have to get to get something to wrap around me. I do NOT want
every boy in the school seeing my tits. Second, I have to find a way to get to
the library. I'm sure Giles will know what to do. And I have to figure out how
to do it without being seen or stepped on. Lovely. Third, I have to find
whoever did this and KILL THEM!
"And then maybe buy some new shoes, because those seriously stink."
Loud slamming of feet nearby drew Buffy's attention to the door. Someone was
coming, and she knew she had to get out of sight. Jumping back into her
clothing, she lifted the waistband of her jeans and climbed into her own
panties, peeking out through the gap as the door opened.
A high school boy with a duffel bag stepped in, young enough to be a freshman.
His hair was sandy blonde, his face clean shaven. He was tall and somewhat
lanky, though his muscular legs marked him as quite athletic. Despite the fact
that he wore casual clothing, a t-shirt, hoodie and shorts instead of a
uniform, he was clearly the panty thief from Simi Valley High.
The boy's head turned to and fro, looking and listening for anyone who might be
inside. When he realized he was clear, he went to work searching for open
lockers, checking inside for the underpants he so desired before quickly moving
on.
Unfortunately, he soon turned down the aisle in which Buffy sat in her
clothing, hoping desperately that he would simply pass her by. His head was
turning about too much, looking around in case anyone happened to spot him. She
didn't think she could get away without being spotted, so stayed put, silently
wishing that he'd finish and go. She had much bigger problems than some asshole
stealing panties.
Finally, with a plastic bag full of ladies' undergarments that he shoved into
his duffel, he finished and headed towards the door. Buffy breathed a sigh of
relief, until he stopped, looking at his bag, and turned around to head back.
"I can get more," he spoke quietly to himself. Immediately, he turned back
towards the aisle and a few seconds later Buffy saw his foot descending towards
her.
Buffy cried out, the man just about to squash her. Hearing her squeal, however,
he jumped back, looking down at the strange bundle of clothing on the floor.
For a moment, he stared in confusion, then laughed and bent down.
"Well, that's some luck."
Buffy took a moment to process his words, and then suddenly realized that she
was standing in her own panties.
"Oh shit," she said, before she felt the garment she'd been hiding within being
yanked out of the jeans and pulled up. The boy's expression turned to shock
then, as he found a tiny woman inside the pink panties he was holding. With a
scream of fright, he dropped them to the ground, Buffy landing with 'oof' on
top of her clothing bundle.
"What the fuck?!" he screamed, looking around quickly to see if anyone had seen
his outburst. Apparently still alone, he turned his attention back to the tiny
woman he'd just dropped to the floor. "What the hell are you?!"
"Relax," she said, trying to take command of the situation. Buffy was under no
illusion as to the seriousness of her predicament. She could easily be at the
boy's mercy, and of course, being a young high school student staring at a tiny
naked girl, he could easily get turned on by the doll-sized Buffy. The last
thing she needed was to fight off a giant with intentions of fondling her.
"What... you're a tiny person."
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm well aware." Buffy reached down, grabbing a piece of her
blouse and lifting it up in front of her, hiding her nudity. "I have no idea
what happened. But what the hell are you doing here? This is the girls locker
room!"
The boy was taken aback, his mouth dropping open. Apparently, he hadn't
expected to be called on his raid by a three-inch woman.
"I'm, just, um... looking for someone. She was supposed to be here."
"Well, there's no one else here. And nothing else here except... a bunch of
panties." The boy's eyes widened. "You're from Simi Valley High, aren't you?
The one who was going to raid this room for panties."
He said nothing, having been caught in the act.
"I thought I'd find you here," she continued. "That's goddamn disgusting!"
"Look, I'm sorry!" he said. "I was told I had to do it by the other guys on the
team. It's a tradition!"
"Well, you've been caught. So there's no reason for you to be in the girls
locker room. So get out!"
"Alright, alright," he said, staring to back away. "Geez, I'll go. But, what
about you? You're... tiny."
"Yeah, I know, and I'll find someone to help me who isn't sneaking into the
girls locker room! GO!"
"Alright, I'm going. I'm going."
The boy started away, taking a last glance at the tiny naked girl, when
something caught his attention. His brow furrowed, his mouth opening slightly
as he leaned forward, staring at Buffy. At least, she thought he was looking at
her. She realized he was looking past her, though, and turned to find that he
was staring at the wooden stake that had fallen next to her clothing.
"The hell...," he said. "Is that a...? Is that a stake?!"
"Yeah," said Buffy, suddenly worried that he'd realize who she was. "I guess it
is. I hadn't seen that before."
The boy stomped back over, staring down at her, anger suddenly flashing in his
eyes.
"Bullshit. You didn't see that? It's as tall as you are." He stopped, his eyes
moving back and forth between Buffy and the weapon. "Wait. Were you going to
use that on me?"
"What? No, I... I wasn't."
"You were going to kill me?! For stealing some underwear?!"
"No, I wasn't. I just wanted to get you to go away."
"So you were going to stab me?!"
"No!"
"Bullshit! Why bring it in otherwise? You could have just caught me, but
instead you brought a weapon. You were going to fucking stab me!"
"No, I swear, I wasn't."
"Fuck this. And fuck you."
Leaning down, the boy picked up Buffy's panties, removing a small plastic bag
from his duffel and placing them inside.
"Hey," Buffy objected, "those are mine!"
"No, they're mine now, bitch."
As his hand came back down, Buffy leapt away from her clothing, which the boy
grabbed up, rolling them into a bundle. He opened a nearby locker, shoving them
in and closing it before turning his attention back to Buffy.
"Shit," she said. As his hand came down to grab her, she leapt out of the way,
narrowly avoiding his giant fingers. Sprinting, she managed to dive beneath the
lockers as the boy threw himself onto his stomach and reached beneath. She
dodged around wrappers, lipstick, someone's shoe and even a discarded and
bloody tampon as she rushed to get away from his oncoming arm. She felt his
finger scratch at her back as his caught on the lockers, unable to reach any
further.
Hearing him move and feeling the vibration of his feet on the floor, she knew
he was running around the bank of lockers she's just run beneath. The very next
bank was against the wall, and if she could slip inside she could escape him
and make her way to the library.
Running beneath the bench between the banks, she leapt over sock that someone
had left on the floor, her foot landing in something soft and squishy. As she
tried to keep going, however, she found her foot mired in a wad of chewed gum.
Hearing the boy's stomping feet approaching, she knew she had only a second to
get herself free. She pulled and pulled on her leg, doing whatever she could to
dislodge herself from the gummy trap.
It wasn't enough. A few seconds later, the boy's fingers wrapped around her
body, pulling her free from the gum as he lifted her up toward his face.
"Gotcha now, bitch," he said, bringing his other hand up to poke at her. His
fingers pressed into her breasts, flicking the now tiny mammaries back and
forth as the boy giggled in delight. He licked his lip as he watched them
shake, before pressing his finger more firmly into the left bosom. Buffy tried
to fight the finger off, pushing it back, hitting it, even biting into the
skin, only to find that she couldn't even break the skin.
"Hehehe. That tickles." The boy did withdraw his finger, but continued to
molest the tiny girl, running his finger down her flat stomach to her little
snatch. Buffy had let it go for a little bit, so there was a small bush
covering the top of her pussy, the hairs barely registering to the giant finger
rubbing back and forth along them.
"Fuzzy," he said, sticking his tongue out in delight.
"Let go of me, you fucking perv!" she cried out.
"Nah, bitch. You were gonna stab me, maybe even kill me. So I'm gonna have some
fun with you." He looked around, as if remembering where he was, then nodded
and smirked back at her. "Somewhere more private though."
His fingers wrapped more tightly about her as he placed his duffel bag back
onto the bench. Reaching in, he pulled out his used and filthy jock strap.
Darkened with sweat and yellowed from heavy use, Buffy could already smell it,
and it absolutely reeked.
"Here's your home for the day, slut," the boy said, shoving Buffy into the
protective cup sitting within the jock strap. The smell immediately overwhelmed
her, causing her to gag, though she continued to fight all the while. Unable to
do anything, though, she landed into the plastic cup on her bottom as the boy
closed the fabric around to trap her inside before stuffing the whole thing
back into the bag. Buffy tried to scream for help, but her voice just couldn't
carry given her small size.
Darkness engulfed her as the bag closed, and Buffy was taken against her will
to some unknown fate.
* * *
Inside the bag was sweltering, hot and humid and rank. Buffy could hardly
breath, the stench and the heat were so great. Her body began to sweat as she
struggled to escape from the cup, but she'd hardly made it out when exhaustion
began to overwhelm her.
She heard noises outside. People outside the school, the engine of a bus,
numerous voices giving way to not much of anything. The sound of a door
closing, a family speaking, feet on stairs. Finally, the bag was set down and
blessed light bathed her body once again. Buffy tried to climb up, only to have
the boy's fingers wrap round her once more.
Buffy took long, deep breaths as she came up into fresh air. She wasn't certain
how long she'd been in the duffel, but it must have been hours. Gradually, she
became aware of her surroundings. She was in a boy's room, surrounded by the
signs of teenage boyhood: posters of bikini models, action movies and video
games covering the walls. A computer sat in one corner on a large desk, and a
well-made bed sat in the opposite corner. Action figures lined a shelf on the
far wall near the door, no bigger than herself.
"Welcome home, sweetie," the boy said, putting her down on the bed and placing
his duffel on the floor. "Hey, what's your name?"
"Your worst goddamn nightmare," said Buffy. The boy began to laugh.
"Baby, you aren't my nightmare. You're my dream come true." His fingers came
down and he began to fondle her once again, running the tips over her whole
body, fondling every piece of her.
"You're fucking sick!" she said.
"Hey, you were the one who was going to stab me for stealing panties. Who's the
sick one?"
His fingers came away, and Buffy found herself momentarily relieved. That
relief faded quickly, though, when she realized that the reason he'd withdrawn
them was to unzip his pants.
"Oh goddamn, no!" she thought.
"You don't need to worry about anything anymore, though, baby," he said,
pulling out his penis. "I forgive you for what you did, and I'm going to show
you my forgiveness right now."
"No, no, no," she said, back up along the bedding as he climbed on, his penis
rapidly approaching her. Normally, she wouldn't have considered it big. Like
every red-blooded teenage girl, she'd seen porn, and knew what a big dick
looked like. His wasn't. It was, as best she could tell, a typical teenage
dick.
Given how tiny she was, though, it might as well as been a goddamn elephant
cock. It was enormous, beyond anything she'd ever imagined. A giant, fleshy
rod, bigger than she was, and it was coming right for her.
The tip pushing into her body, smearing his precum all along her supple body,
over her stomach and breasts and onto her face. She turned her head to the
side, closing her eyes tight, tears forming at the corners. She couldn't
believe what was happening to her. It was horrible, utterly horrible, and she
had no idea how she was going to get away.
"Yes, yes, yes," he said in response. "I was so horny all the way home,
thinking about sexy you are. Now, I'm going to show you how beautiful you are."
Leaning up, he began to stroke his dick, aiming it straight down at Buffy.
Squealing in shock, she tried to back away further, not wishing to be bathed in
the boy's disgusting semen. He wasn't going to have any of it, though, and
pulled her back into position before pushing a finger down into her tits.
"Hey," he said, leaning so close his spittle flew onto her body. "You aren't
going anywhere. Now just lay there and enjoy your first cum bath. The first of
many."
The boy's finger hurt, a clear message that he was in complete control of the
situation. He could make her do anything he wanted, and fear that he might hurt
her further, and much more grievously, flooded her brain. As such, she stayed
where she was, letting the boy do as he would. For now.
He immediately went back to stroking his dick, and within mere moments his
mouth had opened, his eyes closed and he began to moan. A few seconds later,
his cock jumped, an incredibly spray of thick, milky liquid exploding from the
tip. Before Buffy even realized what was happening it splashed onto her body,
bathing her upper chest and head in viscous cum. Buffy closed her eyes and
mouth, turning away as the disgusting fluid bathed her body.
Again and again the cum splashed onto her, covering nearly every bit of skin
with his seed, running off her body to join a puddle of the sick seed pooling
around her body.
"Holy shit!" he said, smiling down at the tiny woman now covered in his cum.
"I've never cum so hard in my life. Jesus. Wow, thank you, sweetie. Thank you
so much." He leaned down, smacking his cock into Buffy's cum-drenched face,
causing her to whine and wince. "Baby, you and I are going to have so much fun
from now on."
A knock sounded at the door.
"Ellis?!"
"Oh shit," he whispered as he began to put his dick away. "Yeah, mom?"
"Dinner's almost ready. Wash your hands and come down."
"Okay, mom."
Buffy realizing she had a slim chance to get out of her predicament, despite
how mortified she would be for anyone to see her in such a state, began to cry
out.
"Help! Help, your son is keeping me prisoner! He-MPH!"
The boy had put his finger over her mouth, silencing her. The woman outside
apparently hadn't heard her, and the boy waited a few seconds for the sounds of
her steps to fade away.
"Goddamn little bitch!" he said, walking over to his nightstand. He removed a
small, filthy, white cloth, bringing it over to Buffy as he began to clean the
cum from her. "You ever try something like that again, and I'm gonna make you
regret it." Once she was clean, he picked her up in his fingers and held her
right next to his face.
"Remember, you're my little toy now, slut."
Before she could respond, he strolled over to his chest of drawers and pulled
out the top, dumping Buffy unceremoniously inside. She landed on soft cloth,
apparently the boy's underwear.
"Enjoy your new home. You'll stay in here when I don't need your slutty little
body. I'm gonna go eat. Maybe I'll bring you back some crumbs."
With that, the boy closed the drawer, once again pitching Buffy back into
darkness.
"Oookay," Buffy said to herself as she stood, "not at all how I thought my
weekend would start." Feeling around in the dark, Buffy began to search for a
way to get out of the drawer. She managed to find the wood of the drawer,
pounding on it and trying to push it open, to no avail. Moving further down,
she found the metal the drawer slid along, attempting to push it open again
using the mechanism as leverage, but found her strength counted for nothing at
her size.
Eventually giving up, she instead tried to find a gap she could use to slip
out. The drawer was tightly constructed, though, parts fitting neatly together.
Despite searching for what must have been an hour or so, her feet constantly
falling into the boy's underwear, she found no way out of the drawer.
Exhausted, hungry and thirsty, Buffy settled down onto one of the boy's
drawers, trying to fall asleep. Unfortunately, there seemed to be no way out at
the moment. She'd likely have to wait for a better opening, or maybe chip away
at the drawer bit by bit over time, if she ended up staying where she was for a
while. The thought horrified her, making her want to weep. She held her tears
back, though, knowing for a fact that she'd find a way to escape, one way or
another. Sunnydale needed her. It needed its Slayer.
* * *
Some time later, Buffy had no idea how long, she woke to her bed moving as the
drawer was pulled open.
"Hey there, Buffy," Ellis said, smiling down at Buffy. "Have a nice sleep?"
Buffy sneered up at him, flipping the bird.
"Fuck you, Ellis. Wait. How did you find my name?"
The boy held up a Sunnydale High yearbook, from Buffy's Freshman year.
"Just had to find your picture, Buffy Summers. Wasn't hard. Have a good sleep?"
"Oh, yeah. You know, after getting covered in cum, I got thrown in a dark
drawer without food or water. Oh, and I really had to piss, so I did so on your
briefs."
The boy looked annoyed, then sighed.
"Yeah, I guess I should have thought of that. But I'll fix that soon. First,
though, we're gonna have some fun."
His hand reached down, grasping her again despite Buffy's attempt to dodge him.
She beat against his hand, doing everything in her power to make him open his
fingers.
"Asshole! Put me down!"
"Hey, bitch," Ellis said, pointing his finger right at her face. She bit into
it, but he didn't even notice. "You want to get some food and water?"
Buffy ceased her struggles. She was desperately thirsty and incredibly hungry.
She needed something, lest she starve to death in a goddamn underwear drawer.
"That's better. You do what I saw, you get fed. Understand?"
Buffy said nothing, which the boy took as acquiescence.
"Good. Now, let me ask you a question, Buffy. Are you a virgin?"
"What?!" she said in shock. "What fucking kind of question is that?! Let go of
me!"
"Geez, little woman. Simple question. And the answer is easy to find out."
"What? Find out howwwwwhat are you doing?!"
Ellis had extended his long, thin pinky finger and was pressing against her
vaginal opening.
"No, no, no!" she shouted, shaking her head. "That's way too big!"
"Well, I'm sure you'll stretch," Ellis said with a villainous laugh. Slowly, he
pressed his finger forward, shoving it past her labia and into her cunt. Buffy
continuously cried out, trying to get away as the boy kept pushing down on his
finger. Deeper and deeper the finger went, rubbing along her dry vaginal walls
until the tip banged against her cervix.
"Look at that," he said. "I told you it would fit."
"Please, stop. Just... let me go."
Buffy knew her begging was likely useless, but she had to try. Tears formed at
her eyes, pain filling her nethers. The boy's finger was way too big,
stretching her insides with every thrust.
"You like that, Buffy? You like your Master's finger inside you?"
She didn't answer, and he continued to push inside.
"Tell me you like it, and this stops. Then you get something to eat and drink."
"I like it! I like it!" she shouted. The boy smiled, licking her face and
drenching it in his saliva. True to his word, though, he removed his finger,
sending a huge amount of relief flooding through Buffy's body.
"Look at that!" he said, holding up his finger, displaying the small amount of
blood covering it. "You really were a virgin. How about that? I'm so happy to
have been your first, Buffy."
She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but instead just asked for the food. Ellis
smiled and set her down on his desk, producing a small plate of bread crumbs
and a cap from a medicine bottle filled with water. Starving, Buffy began to
shove the food into her mouth as quickly as possible. Once she'd had her fill,
she rapidly scooped the water into her mouth, quenching her thirst and
relieving her parched throat.
"Ah, you're so pretty, Buffy. Such a pretty little pet."
"I'm not your pet," she said, sneering, her face drenched with water from the
cap.
"Hmm. Maybe you're right. That word doesn't fit. Sex toy might be better. Some
combination of the two. Whatever. Anyway, now that you've had your fill, time
for the main event."
"What?" she said, turning around, horrified at the thought of having to perform
for him.
"Yep. It's time for you to learn what you're going to be doing for me every
day." His fingers wrapped around her, bringing her over to the bed, where he
set her down. Climbing onto the bed himself, he opened his fly and produced his
rigid dick, pointing straight toward the ceiling.
"Climb on, slut. Your purpose in life is to climb my dick."
"Are you kidding?!" she said, backing away. "There's no way I'm doing that."
Ellis rolled his eyes and groaned, grabbing her up and pressing her against his
dick, holding her in place.
"Okay, bitch, this is how it's going to go. Either you bring me off, or I'm
gonna jerk off and cover you in my cum. I won't clean you up, and then I'll
just throw you back into my drawer. Then tomorrow, you won't get food or water,
and you won't get any until you start behaving. So what's it gonna be, Buffy?"
As the boy let her go, she remained on his dick, grasping the taught skin.
Buffy just stared, pressing her forehead into his warm meat, despair filling
her heart. There was nothing she could do against him. She was so weak that she
couldn't seem to hurt him. Even if she somehow did, all he would likely do is
lock her up. Hell, he might just stomp on her to save himself from a kidnapping
charge, if he had no further use for her.
There was no way out. She had to do as he said. She had to survive.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Buffy began to climb, moving up Ellis’ cock,
making sure to rub her body against the member as she went, her tits scraping
along the underside of his shaft. Ellis let out a gasp, his head falling back
into his pillow, his arms going limp at his side. It disgusted her, but there
was nothing for it. She continued to move upward, until she reached the head,
at which point she slid back down, her body rubbing along the dick until she
reached the base. Immediately, she began to climb up once again.
"Holy shit, Buffy!" he said. "This feels incredible!"
"Go fuck yourself, dipshit!" she thought. Nonetheless, she continued to do as
he ordered, climbing the dick until she reached the apex, then sliding back
down.
In no time at all, Ellis's hips began to buck. As he moaned, his cock twitched,
disgorging its load high into the air with such force that there was a literal
squirting noise accompanying the discharge. The thick ropes sailed high into
the air before falling back onto Buffy, slapping down onto her head as she
closed her eyes, facing down so that none of it got into her nose. Many of the
strands missed her, but just a few was more than enough to drench her in the
sticky, pungent cum.
When he'd finished, Ellis's entire body relaxing, Buffy slid down the dick and
onto his pants before jumping down to the bed. As Ellis lay there, breathing,
Buffy wondered if she had time to try and make a break for it. It only lasted a
second, though, before Ellis turned her head to her, smiling at his cum-covered
doll.
"That's a good girl, Buffy." Rising from the bed, Ellis began to shed his
clothing. "It's a nice start."
"Start?!" cried Buffy.
"Yep. After all, it's Saturday, so we've got the entire day to fool around.
Let's get to it."
* * *
The next two weeks were hell for Little Buffy, as Ellis had begun to call her.
Any time Ellis was home, he would spend playing with her. He always began by
stripping down and having her climb his dick, bringing him off and covering her
in his semen. He would regularly fuck her with his pinky, forcing Buffy's
ravaged cunt to stretch for his finger as she grit her teeth and bore the pain.
She tried forcing herself to enjoy the sensation, as having something that big
shoved in her did give her a mild sense of pleasure, but she was being raped,
and she just couldn't shake that thought.
Ellis was also very fond of playing with Buffy, feeling her tiny body with his
fingers, twiddling her breasts, rubbing her legs between his fingers. He also
loved licking her, drenching the small girl in his saliva.
Surprisingly, the boy was good student who seemed to got all As and Bs, and
spent a great deal of time studying at his desk. Buffy actually found herself
feeling somewhat annoyed by that. The damn rapist got better grades than she
did. Then again, she supposed he never had the responsibility of keeping the
town safe from horrible demons.
Whenever Ellis was at his desk, he kept Buffy there with him, regularly
fondling her little body. He loved chasing her about the desk, making her run
away from his groping fingers that would either fondle her supple features or
slide inside and fuck her sore little pussy.
Whatever they were doing, though, his nudity was pervasive, and his libido
would soon rise. Once he was aroused enough chasing his nude doll around, he'd
head over to the bed, and she'd climb his dick again. Four or five times a day,
minimum.
After two weeks, though, Ellis headed out to meet some friends, putting Buffy
away in her little drawer. He'd moved his underwear to one side, giving her a
little space with food, water and a bucket for relieving herself. She'd
resigned herself to waiting for an opening, and one finally came. Shutting the
drawer, Ellis left his room, closing the door behind him. Buffy lay down,
settling in to sleep until he returned, but was annoyed that there was a light
shining in her face.
It took her a moment, but her eyes shot open, realizing what that meant. Ellis
hadn't closed the drawer all the way. Gasping in relief, Buffy tried leaping up
and grabbing at the edge. When she failed, she piled up several pairs of briefs
until she could manage it. She let out a shuddering breath of relief when she
emerged, having escaped her cell with Ellis nowhere in sight.
Climbing down the back of the chest of drawers, she made it to the carpet and
started toward the door. Her mind began racing, planning how she'd get out of
the house. She'd have to figure out where she was, no doubt somewhere in Simi
Valley. She'd have to either get back to Sunnydale or call one of the gang and
tell them where she was. Then, hopefully, someone could help her get back to
normal size.
As Buffy approached the door, she heard the pounding of footsteps coming her
way. She froze, watching the underside of the door. A moment later, two feet
clad in lady's shoes came walking by, no doubt Ellis' mother. Buffy breathed a
sigh of relief, having feared that Ellis himself had returned. She continued
forward, crouching onto her belly and squeezing herself beneath the door's
crack.
Halfway through, she heard steps approaching again, and turned her head up to
see the furious face of Ellis, having come back up for something.
Buffy immediately tried to push herself back under the door, but he was too
quick, grabbing her with his fingers and pulling her out, the wooden underside
scraping her ass as she went. Immediately, he walked back in his room and
locked the door, staring angrily at his defiant toy.
"You little bitch," he said before spitting on her, a huge gob of his saliva
drenching her face. "How the fuck did you get out?" Walking quickly over, Ellis
saw the crack between the drawer and the chest. Shaking his head, he pointed
his finger straight at Buffy as she wiped away his spit from her head.
"How'd you get that open? Damn. I didn't think you'd be that strong since
you're so tiny. Guess I'm just gonna have to find another home for you." He
stopped speaking, his eyes turning about as he thought. "I need somewhere else
to put you in the meantime." A moment later, he began to laugh, smiling at
Buffy.
"Well, I guess you can keep my dick company while I figure out a new home for
you." Unbuckling his pants, Ellis pulled them open and stuffed Buffy inside,
paying no attention to her protests. She found herself shoved next to his dick,
stuck inside the warm compartment of his briefs, pressed against his flesh. She
heard him begin to leave the room, heading back downstairs, and did what she
could to struggle and escape.
It was all for naught. His briefs were tight, and she couldn't manage to slip
out of them, especially not with his constant movement. Instead, she found
herself bumped about by his dick as he went, the warm meat slapping into her
naked flesh with every forward bob.
The despair that had been building inside Buffy finally began to overtake her.
She'd wasted her chance to escape, and now may have made things even worse.
Overcome by her emotions, tears began to fall from her eyes, as she wondered if
she'd ever see freedom again.
* * *
Ellis' solution was rather elegant, and incredibly depressing for Buffy. He'd
kept her with his dick for two days, taking her out only to please him before
she went right back in. The second day, he took her with him when he left, the
boy buying something before returning home. When they arrived, she could hear
him assembling something on his bed, though she had no idea what it could be.
She found out soon enough. When she was finally removed, she was placed down
onto the bed, staring straight at her new prison cell: a hamster cage.
"What... what the hell is that?" she said.
"Your new home!" he said, spreading his arms theatrically. "Alright. In you
go." His hand picked her up, though she struggled as best she could, desperate
not to be thrown into some pet village. As ever, she could do nothing to stop
him, and soon she found herself inside the plastic cage. It seemed furnished
with all the usual accoutrements: a wheel, a water bottle, wood shavings
covering the floor, a small bowl for food, and another little rectangular
container in the corner for relieving herself.
"You like, Buffy?" said Ellis, smiling down at his doll taking in her new home.
"If not, you better get used to it. You'll be living here the rest of your
life."
Picking up the cage, Ellis stuffed it back into his closet, having cleared a
small space away. With her home in its place, Ellis placed several soccer
trophies and a stack of nudie mags in front, hiding her from casual
observation. He then closed the doors, once again allowing darkness to engulf
Buffy. Small shafts of light pierced through the cracks in the closet door, but
they were far above, useless to Buffy. Even if the doors hadn't cut her off
from the light, the trophies and magazines did.
The tiny girl sat down against the wall of her cell, in shock at her situation.
She'd become numb, and just couldn't believe how things had gone. And for the
life of her, unless she could find some structural weakness in her cage, she
couldn't see a way out.
* * *
Her days began to play out exactly the same. Ellis would take her out, using
her to bring himself off before heading out for school. She'd wait in the
darkness until he came home, taking her cage out and playing with her until he
was ready for bed, at which point she was returned to the closet.
Days became weeks which became months. Time passed, Buffy only able to tell its
passage by Ellis' visits. The despair Buffy had felt began to fade, then
disappeared. Gradually, she accepted her new life. She wasn't going anywhere,
and the feelings of pain at having become a slave slowly numbed.
She wished should could say that life wasn't so bad. True, of all the fates a
Slayer could have suffered, shrunk down and made into a sex toy was far from
the worst. Slayers were always horribly killed, and at least she was still
alive. And, after a time, she'd started to enjoy Ellis' attentions a tiny bit.
It felt good to have his finger fondling her body, and even felt good when he
fucked her cunt with his pinky. Her womanhood had grown accustomed to the size
of his finger, and so though it did hurt every time he stretched her, the
pleasure of it completely overwhelmed the pain.
It helped her to fake being aroused when she entertained her Master. She began
to enter into a strange pattern. She'd begun to act a little turned on, for his
own benefit. In truth, though, it was an act. She hated him, wanted him dead,
and would have done anything to free herself. She'd accepted that there was
nothing she could do, though. She was a sex toy, and likely nothing would ever
change that. Finding some enjoyment in it was the only way to survive.
That wasn't the worst, though. Her life in a cage was the true horror of her
new existence. She spent every moment of her existence in which Ellis wasn't
playing with her stuck in a cage meant for rodents. She walked around in and
slept on litter. Her waste just pooled in a nearby plastic container until
Ellis emptied it. She drank water for a goddamn nozzle connected to a bottle,
and ate crumbs piled into a bowl on the floor. She was forced to run on the
wheel, Ellis threatening to beat her and deprive her of food and water if she
didn't keep in shape.
And the darkness. Endless, nightmarish darkness that encompassed her entire
existence. Only when she was servicing her Master was she allowed in the light.
Otherwise, she was kept in a perpetual shroud. Her life had come to alternate
between the humiliation of being a sex toy and the darkness and depression of
endless night.
As time went on, Buffy entirely ceased thinking about the outside world. It was
too depressing. Instead, she simply focused on enjoying what she had, and
learning to accept her role in life. She had to survive, and if that meant
pretending to love being a sex doll, so be it.
* * *
Velgat yawned, fairly bored as he sat scrying. It had been a habit for a long
time, using his powers to watch for potential threats or to spy on the enemies
he knew of. He sighed, taking a sip of his Kool-Aid. The problem was that he'd
basically rid himself of all of his enemies.
Having removed the Slayer, at least the effective one, Velgat had set about
consolidating his power. In short order, the power of the Hellmouth had become
his. Nothing had stood in his way from then on. The Slayer Kendra had died
almost too quickly, though her replacement Faith would prove far more
resilient. Angel had been easy to defeat, even when he allowed himself to
become Angelus. Mayor Wilkins and his flunkies had been destroyed almost
without a fight. Recently, the pathetic military project 'The Initiative' had
tried to capture him. Several of its soldiers now sat in Velgat's dungeon, kept
alive only to provide him with pieces for his rituals. Their leader had been
killed, and her silly little pet Adam fell by Velgat's power shortly after.
Recently he'd begun trading blows with a woman named Glorificus, or Glory,
depending on who he tortured for information. He was already winning, though.
Velgat always won.
It did leave him tremendously bored, though. He no longer had to struggle for
anything. The power of the Hellmouth was so absolute, nothing could touch him.
The tedium of ruling Sunnydale had become so great that he'd taken to scrying
on young women and masturbating to their beautiful bodies as they showered or
fucked or just slept.
A spark of inspiration suddenly hit him, though, when he thought of the Slayer.
He'd driven out her former associates, the silly little Scooby Gang, but he'd
never followed up on what happened to her. The last he'd seen of her, she was
being put in a boy's jockstrap and shoved into his gym bag, which Velgat found
to be not only a fitting fate for her, but also hilarious.
Touching his scrying bowl and swirling the water about in complicated patterns,
Velgat dipped his fist into the water and flung it into the air before him.
Instead of falling, however, it held in the air, gathering together to form a
circular mirror-like shape.
"Mirror, mirror, in front of me, show me where Buffy Summers be." Velgat
chuckled to himself, still amused that the wording he'd made for the ritual
worked. Magic was silly that way. Hoping for a good show, he put his feet up on
the table and began to loudly slurp in his Kool-Aid through the pink crazy
straw he'd stuck in the glass.
A picture began to coalesce in the water, displaying... nothing. The picture
was dark, and for a moment Velgat wondered if he'd somehow screwed up. He heard
a squeaking, however, along with soft padding, as if tiny feet were hitting
something. He waved his hand, summoning a rune in the air, then pressing
forward and casting the spell. The illumination spell went to work, banishing
the darkness and revealing Buffy Summers, completely nude, running on a hamster
wheel.
The warlock spat out his drink, the liquid flying through his scrying mirror,
and he began to laugh hysterically. His face became red, tears falling from his
eyes.
As he watched, the young girl continued her run, sweat pouring down her body,
covering her bouncing breasts. Apparently, little Buffy had been living in
darkness as a pet for some time, and looked to have even accepted her
imprisonment.
A moment later, a nearby door opened. Velgat pulled his view out to see the
young man who'd taken her opening his closet and pulling her cage out from
behind a pile of junk. Buffy didn't even pause as the boy did so, continuing to
run on her wheel all the while. Opening the cage from the top, the boy reached
his hand in, and only then did Buffy stop and get off her wheel, allowing him
to pick her up and lift her out.
"Now then, Buffy," the boy said, placing her down on his leg, "I promised you'd
be punished for this morning, and it's time. Show me your ass."
"Yes, Ellis," she said, sighing dejectedly before lying down on her stomach and
pushing her bottom upward. Taking two fingers, Ellis began to spank her, four
smacks against her bottom causing a small slapping sound that mixed with
Buffy's own squeal of pain. Her bottom became reddened, Buffy rubbing it with
her hands once he was done.
"Next time, Buffy, I expect you to get me off in time before I have to go to
school. Now come on."
He picked her up, bringing her over to his desk, setting her down on top as he
opened his backpack and removed several text and notebooks. As he went to work,
Buffy actually began to assist him, retrieving what he needed at any given
time. She also seemed to have become a well trained little pet, performing
little tricks for the boy all the while: jumping rope with a rubber band while
her tits bounced around as she went, performing acrobatic stunts, or playing in
the little swing he'd set up on his desk.
He hardly let her alone during all this, though, fondling her every little
while, flicking her tits, rubbing her crotch. Buffy would close her eyes and
moan as he did so, as well. Velgat found himself impressed. The boy had turned
the Slayer into an obedient little sex toy.
Or so it appeared at first. The warlock noticed that when she wasn't performing
or getting fondled, Buffy would assume humiliating positions. She'd lean on an
object and display her wet, blonde cunt to the boy, often shaking her ass as
she did so. She sit on her bottom, spreading her legs and doing the same once
again. At one point, she simply sat cross-legged, pushing her tits towards her
mouth as she sucked on one, then the other, alternating back and forth.
And whenever she turned away from Ellis, her facade of happiness momentarily
vanished, a look of resignation passing over her face. Velgat chuckled to
himself, taking another sip of his drink. The Slayer wasn't a loving slave,
just an obedient, broken one. He actually liked that idea better.
Ellis played with her for some time, until the boy had finished his work. Ellis
smiled and turned to his toy while he rubbed his dick through his pants. Having
her lie down, he placed his pinky against her cunt and began to finger her,
pressing lightly into her soaking folds while the girl closed her eyes and
moaned, apparently enjoying his attentions. In short order, he pressed the
pinky forward with more force, piercing her labia and shoving inside of her.
Buffy's muscles went taught and she grit her teeth, but continued to moan in
pleasure.
For the next minute or so, Ellis continued to pump his pinky, fucking Buffy as
she cried out. After a few moments, Buffy arched her back and began to climax,
screaming as she came all over the boy's finger. Her small size meant that her
voice didn't carry far, though, ensuring that no one outside the room heard
her. The warlock was impressed. She'd becoming quite good at faking an orgasm.
Ellis removed his pinky, Buffy momentarily lifting into the air before the
finger popped out of her with a loud slurp and she fell back to the desk. The
boy smiled, sucking on his finger and chuckling.
"Alright. My turn, sweetie," he said, beginning to disrobe. A moment later, he
was almost completely nude, save for his brief. His engorged dick had been
pulled out of his underwear, and sat hanging in the air between them. Stepping
up to the desk, he placed his dick on top of Buffy, the girl nodding and
grabbing onto his dick. When she had a firm grip, Ellis made his way over to
the bed, Buffy licking at the cock's head as they went. The boy layed down on
his back, sighing as Buffy planted a kiss on the tip of the dick, her mouth
becoming stained with his precum, before she slid down the dick back to the
base, and then began to climb once again towards the apex.
Ellis moaned, his fingers digging into the comforter, his eyes closing in
pleasure. Buffy, apparently quite practiced after years of performing for her
master, swiftly ascended the rigid rod before sliding back down, pressing her
body into him as she went, her moist cunt leaving a long trail of slick juices
on the shaft.
"Oh, Buffy," he moaned. "That feels good."
"I'm glad I please you, Master," she said dryly. Velgat, his dick in his hand,
quickly jerked off to the sight of his defeated foe being forced to pleasure
the man who owned her as a slave.
She continued to climb the cock, tiny hands grabbing onto the warm flesh,
nipples scraping along the underside, little toes pushing into him for
purchase, her cunt rubbing against the rod, and Buffy's lips and tongue
kissing, licking and slurping at it all the way up. Again and again, she
repeated herself, expertly climbing up, making as much contact with her body as
she could, driving as much pleasure into her Master's dick as she could manage.
A minute later, he began to groan, his cock jumping as it began to spurt. His
thick cum fell onto Buffy, drenching her hair, covering her shoulders, back and
tits. She continued to climb all through the orgasm, delivering her pleasure to
Ellis until he'd finally exhausted himself.
"Buffy, you're the best toy ever," he said, breathlessly.
"Your pleasure it all that matters to me, Master," she said, slurping down much
of the semen that had plastered her face. After, she began to gently caress the
cock with her mouth, kissing it slowly and tenderly. "Shall I make you cum
again?"
"Yes. Oh, yes, Buffy. Again!"
Buffy smiled and began once more. Her tiny body continued to please the boy,
and in a short span of time he'd cum twice more, absolutely drenching Buffy in
his seed.
The girl, exhausted from the exertion, slid down his cock, coming to rest on
his testicles. She closed her eyes, resting her head against the warm, slick
and sticky meat. Her heavy breath washed over his nethers, and he smiled,
savoring the sensation for a moment. Eventually, he pat her head, sliding his
finger along her back.
"You were a good girl today, Buffy," he said. "As a reward, you can shower with
me tomorrow."
Buffy smiled, her face coming alive, clearly pleased with the news of being
allowed to bathe.
"Thank you, Master! Thank you so much."
"Well, time for bed." Pulling his briefs up, Ellis covered his genitals,
forcing Buffy against his cock once more. The girl, quite used to it at that
point, simply closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, ready for a restful
sleep against her Master's dick.
As Ellis turned off the light and climbed into bed, Velgat smiled, finished
wiping himself clean, and dismissed his scrying mirror, the water falling back
into the bowl. At first, he simply closed his eyes and took several deep
breaths, savoring what he'd just seen. He had a thought, though, and quickly
made a few notes that would allow him to more easily spy on Summers in the
future.
If he ever got bored while scrying again, he had only to look in on Ms.
Summers, the woman he'd made into a tiny little slave.
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