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City of Lost Angels	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33171 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-City of Lost Angels
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- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
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"Bitch," Buffy muttered to herself and then blushed, hoping Xander hadn’t heard. She turned her head, but he was out of earshot waving goodbye as he saw her turn. She raised her hand back, before sliding it back into her jacket pocket and striding quickly away; she didn’t want him suddenly feel a burst of Xanderish chivalry and insisting on accompanying her on her walk.
"Bitch" she repeated again. It was typical of Dawn to come back crashing into her life like it was Buffy who owed her. It was like she was one who’d had to put her life on hold to look after her big sister, who’d had to put up with the sobs in the nights, and the tantrums and the shoplifting. And dressed like a cheap whore as well, boasting of her new life as porn star and rubbing Buffy’s face in it, telling her about how she’d fucked Faith. It was just lucky her bitch of a sister didn’t know she wasn’t the only one who’d banged the dark Slayer; she’d be in her element if she knew Buffy’s secret, accusing her of being a hypocrite and a slut like her. The worse thing was that Buffy couldn’t say she was totally wrong.
"Bitch," repeating it for the third time didn’t rob the word of its power. She had to see Dawn tomorrow if she wanted to find Willow. And she did want to find Willow. But on the list of her favourite people Dawn was behind the Master and Darla and the First. "I should have left her to Glory," Buffy said to herself, almost meaning it.
She continued down the street, turning at what seemed like random junctions, taking the unlit, quieter paths when offered. She wasn’t scared of muggers, much less vampires and other creatures of the night, but she wasn’t searching them out, not tonight. But dark moods needed dark streets and the more she thought of her slut bitch sister the darker her mood became, until the only place that would match it was an underground sewer. She balked at that, trudging through piss and crap would be taking her dislike of her sister too far.
She turned down a small alley and stopped. Near the end two muscular looking female bouncers were standing under a neon flashing pink cat, totally ignoring two young gothic looking woman virtually having sex against the dumpster beside them. Buffy glanced at the name above the door, ‘Pi…k …ussy’ flashed above the cat, a couple of letters broken and dark. Buffy recalled it being on the list that Cordy had made of the lesbian clubs, warning it was so sleazy and downmarket even Faith wouldn’t visit it without a bodyguard. Buffy hadn’t thought that, she knew Faith, but it wasn’t one that she’d sent any Slayers to check tonight. Perhaps it was a co-incidence who random walk had brought her here, perhaps it wasn’t. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few dollar bills.
Inside was like a cross between a sauna and dilapidated warehouse, the stink of sweat combining with the smell of deteriorating concrete and hidden mould. The music was an explosive techno-beat, loud and booming, more like an artillery barrage than a song. Lights spun jaggedly above her, sending out sparks of light illuminating the mass in front of her, hot, sweaty women, dancing, drinking, making-out; in leather jackets and tight jeans and short skirts and cropped tops. Above them almost naked dancers gyrated in cages, like the playthings of horny vamps. Buffy fought her way to the bar and ordered a bottle of beer; it was the cheapest she’d found since she’d left UC Sunnydale, but warm and tasting like day old gravy. She pulled a face and pushed away from the bar, still holding the bottle.
It was less noisy away from the bar and dance floor, not quiet, but less like being caught in the middle of a trench assault, all shouting and sharp elbows. She raised the bottle again and drank a sip, it didn’t taste any better – though perhaps if she drank a little more it would.
"Buffy? Buffy Summers?" Buffy turned at the voice, loud enough to be heard over the background music.
For a second Buffy didn’t recognise the sexy young blonde standing next to her. Then she did. "Lily? Lily Houston," it was blonde runaway she’d first met in Sunnydale trying to cuddle up to vampires and then later under a different name as a street kid enslaved by a bunch of dimension hopping demons. Both times Buffy had rescued her from her mistakes, not that she minded, that was kinda her job.
"I call myself Anne Steel now," she said, "I got my shit together, I run a homeless shelter."
"So are you here picking up runaways?" Buffy said. She noticed the slight touch of surprise on Lily…Anne’s face and realised what she said. A touch of red went to her cheeks, "I mean for your shelter."
"Personal rather than business," the other blonde raised her bottle and took a sip of the liquid that advertised itself as beer. "You a hunting a vampire?"
She was tempted to lie, as it would have been so easy to say ‘yes’. The club was the perfect hunting ground for them, dark, mirrorless, with hidden alcoves and corners and a clientele made up of sexy, youthful and slightly drunk women. Instead she shook her head, hoping that Anne couldn’t see the redness or if she did took it for the heat, "Personal as well." God, it was out that she was here for women. It was safe, Anne didn’t know her friends and they thought she was still patrolling, not prowling for pussy. Buffy forced a smile, "Want to dance?"
"Love to," said Anne.
They moved on to the crowded floor and began to gyrate and wiggle. The press forced them closer together, their bodies gliding over each as they danced, twisting round, their hands trailing over tummies and tits and ass, sliding up the other’s back and down the front. They got closer and closer, their drinks forgotten and lost in the crush, their bodies jammed together, their mouths so close that Buffy could smell the mint that Anne had popped in. She knew that the other could smell her own breath; she was glad she skipped the garlic sausage and stuck to salad for her evening meal. There were other smells as well, Anne’s perfume – sweet and flowery, her sweat – womanly and alluring and the scent that only Buffy’s Slayer nose could detect – desire, hot and sexual. She moved even closer her hands resting on Anne’s waist, every sway and rock perfectly matching the other blondes. Anne’s smile got wider and she shouted something above the music. Luckily Buffy’s hearing was acute and she opened her mouth and slid it against Anne’s in reply. The world seemed to stop for a moment, the flashing lights pausing and the dancer’s swinging away. It was an illusion, Buffy knew, but the kiss had been hot.
They didn’t really break, their lips moved away so they could breath, but their arms remained wrapped round each other and their bodies were so close that they could feel each others vibrations as they shook in a rough approximation of a dance. Buffy could feel her own pussy humming with excitement and anticipation as Anne’s mouth closed again. The Slayer’s tongue met the other blonde’s and they swung and slid round and over each, slithering their tight, slender sexy bodies against each other oblivious of the crowd around them, who in turn ignored the making out twentysomething hotties.
"My place?" shouted Anne above the music.
Buffy nodded and taking her pick-ups hand led her through dancing and gyrating women to the exit.
Outside the night was warm, but after the heat of the club it was like stepping into the North Pole. Buffy turned and warmed herself up by clasping Anne closer and kissing her again. The other blonde seemed keen to share her body heat, her hands round the bottom of Buffy’s back, dragging the Slayer even closer, so that they were both leaning on the wall. Buffy kissed harder, her hands sliding up Anne’s waist, massaging the side and pressing her knees between Anne’s legs, so that in the darkness they looked like a multi-limbed monster wiggling and shuddering.
"How far?" asked Buffy. She was hot now and horny, and if Anne’s place wasn’t near she’d burst.
"Five minutes in the cab," said the other blonde, and Buffy gave an inward sigh of relief.
Soon they were at Anne’s place, a small one bed apartment, a little run down but still neat. Not that Buffy spent much time exploring as soon as her jacket had been shrugged off she was against Anne again, kissing and mouthing her passionately as the other blonde struggled first to remove her top, and when that failed, to undo the Slayer’s jeans. That worked better, Buffy kicking off her boots, so that the pants could slide to her ankles. She finished taking them off and looked up. Anne had removed her T-shirt and was unclipping her bra. Buffy smiled appreciatively as the lovely tits were exposed. "They look yum."
"Good enough to eat?"
"Oh yeah," replied Buffy.
They were as edible as they looked, large and bouncy with nipples that hardened and stiffened as Buffy’s mouth closed round them. She slurped greedily at them, pulling the teat into her mouth and nipping at it with her teeth. At the same time she returned the favour to Anne of removing her pants, undoing the button of the slacks and pushing them down. Anne removed them the rest of the way, momentarily stepping back from Buffy to finish removing them. Buffy took advantage of the brief break to remove her top and the sports bra under it, leaving her just in her socks and panties. Anne smiled at her, "You look hot Buffy."
"You too," grinned the blonde and returned to suckling the titties.
"Oooohhh, ooooohhh," Anne let out long drawn moans of pleasure as Buffy’s tongue and teeth combined on her titty, teasing and tantalising, playing with the boobs and making them swing. Her groans got louder as Buffy moved a hand down, whilst keeping her mouth concentrated on the bosom. The Slayer slid aside the front of Anne’s thong with one finger and with another began to stroke the shaven mound beneath. "Ooooohhh, yes, don’t stop," Anne groaned. Buffy hadn’t any intention of doing so, she bit her teeth lightly at the erect nipple and joined her finger with the second, rubbing up and down at the pussy. Anne vibrated in pleasure "Ooooohh, ooooohhhh."
"Like this?" Buffy moved her head long enough to ask the question as she slid a finger into the other blonde’s fuckhole.
The only answer was a groan and a shudder. But that was enough for Buffy to get the hint that Anne was liking it immensely. She moved deeper, pressing the finger in and out. She could feel the wet walls round it, warm and damp, retreating at her touch. She pulled back bringing the finger out for a second and when she returned it was joined by a second, the two of them sliding over the flesh inside the cunt, the walls clasping round them. "Oooohhh, yesss, ooohhh," moaned Anne. Buffy went faster, driving her fingers into the rapidly soaking hole, feeling the juice lubricating and sticking over her digits. With her thumb she pressed at the hood above the hole, rubbing at the clit it protected. Anne shook like she was standing on an electric wire, "Ooooohhh yessss, oooohh yessss, Buffy."
The blonde Slayer’s own panties were wet now. She could feel the cotton, damp and warm, sticking at her cunt. She pulled her head back again and one handed brought them down, still continuing to finger fuck Anne as she did. The other blonde gasped and shook as Buffy looked up at her with a smile. She moved faster as she straightened, thrusting her digit into Anne’s cunt, deep and hard. The young woman groaned and gasped and rested one hand on Buffy’s shoulder for balance.
"Fuck me, finger my pussy," Buffy told her.
Anne nodded, "Oooohh, yessss." It might have been her own pleasure she was confirming, certainly her hand squeezed hard on Buffy’s shoulder as if an orgasm was thudding through her body. But after a few seconds her spare hand came down and Buffy could feel the other blonde’s finger start to penetrate her tight fuckhole. She speared Anne quicker in return, making her shake, "Ooohhh yesssss."
"Finger fuck me, bang my tight little cunt with your finger," giggled Buffy. Anne was moving faster, starting to replicate Buffy’s action, thrusting a finger… two…into Buffy’s cunt. The hole got wetter and more excited and Buffy could feel the familiar feeling of enjoyment as the digits raced down her horny hole. "Yes, that’s it," she instructed, "Finger me fast, put them in me hard." Even as she gave the orders, she was demonstrating, thrusting her own fingers into Anne, until they were slick and slimy with pussy juice. "Faster, use your fingers in me. Make me hot, make me wet, make me cum."
The two of them stood together, their left hand on each other’s shoulder, with their right elbows jerking as their arms ratcheted back and forth, fingers thrusting into the other’s cunt. The two sexy blondes were bucking and moaning, convulsing with pleasure as the digits pounded deep, finding hidden spots of ecstasy to stimulate and explode. "Aaaaarrrrghhh, oooohhhh, aarrrgghhh, give it to me, give it to me."
The thong fell back to cover Anne’s slit as Buffy withdrew her finger. The thin material was soaked with juice, sticking between the labia and in the hole. It didn’t remain there long as Buffy was on her knees in front of the other blonde pulling them down. "This looks good as well. Yummy pussy."
"Eat me, Buffy, eat my wet cunt," moaned Anne. She anticipated orgasms as her hands gripped hard on the kneeling blonde’s shoulders to balance her. She was soon to be proved right as with one hand Buffy pushed apart the hole’s lips and slammed her face at it. Anne squeaked in pleasure as the Slayer’s tongue slurped at her wetness, penetrating past the entrance and sliding over the slick flesh beneath. "Ooohhh, Buffy, yes, oh shit, yes." Buffy licked harder, her finger alternating between joining her tongue in slipping into the pussy and rubbing the clit above. Both seemed to make Anne shudder and squeal, "Ooooohh, ohhhhh my… eat me, eat me out."
Buffy tongue went faster and harder, enjoying the taste of the sexy young woman. She knew it was wrong, it wasn’t what she should be, she shouldn’t be kneeling in front of another girl her tongue thrusting and licking at the wet cunt in front of her. But it felt so good and so right that she knew it was what she was – she wasn’t the straight blonde cheerleader, who’d marry Christian Slater, but a lesbian, blonde Slayer who enjoyed fucking women. And she was good at it, good at killing vampires, good at pleasuring women. "Aaaarrrrgghhh, ooooooohhhh, my God, my God…" Anne shuddered and shook her fingers clasping tight to Buffy’s shoulders. "Aaaarrrghhh, aaarrrghhh… Yessssss! Yesssssss!"
Buffy licked harder, slurping at the juice that Anne’s cunt was secreting in copious quantities. It was yummy, as she expected, like drinking what a perfume should taste like (rather than what it did). Anne was rocking harder now, her body shuddering and shaking and her squeals of ecstasy loud enough to wake the dead, "Aaaaarrrrghhh, yessssss, aaaaaarrrghhh, fuuucckk. I’m gonna cum… aaaarggghhh, yessss, yesssss, I’m cumming."
The standing blonde quaked and shuddered, screaming in pleasure. Buffy continued for a few moments, licking at the hole as her finger pushed in. Then as Anne relaxed Buffy pulled her face up and stood.
"Your turn," giggled Anne, who luckily was thinking exactly the same as Buffy.
"Yes, my go," Buffy replied. She sat on the couch and removed her panties, wet cotton clinging momentarily to her pussy. She tossed them to one side, wondering whether she’d remember to pick them up or whether they remain a memento for Anne. She didn’t spend much time thinking about it as Anne was already pushing apart her thighs and getting between them. Her head dipped down and she began to lick at Buffy’s pussy.
"Oh yes, oh, oh, yes," Buffy moaned as Anne’s tongue moved over her lips and slit, pressing at the clit as it reached the top and then sweeping down, the tip of it make her twat tingle as it pressed at the flesh beneath her labia. She lay back about the couch, trying to relax into it, but failing as with every lick Anne was sending waves of pleasure to Buffy making her muscles tense and contort. She closed her eyes, so she could savour the touch, drift into a dreamlike state. Anne’s tongue slid up and hit her clit with an electric touch and Buffy’s innards boiled, her tenders and muscles tightening. She smiled and accepted the pleasure, "Oooohh, aaarrrghh, fucccck, yesssss, aaaaarrrghhh."
Anne moved harder and quicker, driving her tongue forward and slurping greedily at Buffy’s cunt. The Slayer’s back arched and twisted as the excitement blew through her, rising as Anne’s tongue moved faster and harder, pressing at her cunt. "Oooohhh, fuuuccckk, aaaarrrghh," Buffy back bent again, her titties bouncing as she thrust up. She grabbed them and began to fondle the nipples, made super-sensitive by the ecstasy she was getting below. "Ooohhh, fuuccckkk, aaaarrgggh, lick it, lick my twat."
Anne’s head bobbed between Buffy’s thighs as she did so, the sounds of her slurping filling the room. She was enthusiastic and skilled; Buffy obviously wasn’t the first girl she brought back to her place and lapped to orgasm. Buffy bucked again, gasping in excited pleasure as her pussy seemed to explode in metaphorical flames. Her body dropped back against the sofa, the linen brushing at her naked skin. She was making in wet as well, tiny droplets of juice and saliva falling from her pussy to spot the couch beneath. Anne seemed unconcerned about staining, she just continued to drive at Buffy, her tongue moving up and down as she licked eagerly. Buffy’s hands clenched harder, so the nails were digging into her palms, "AAAarrrrghhh, fuuuckkk, aaaaarrgghhh."
The orgasms shot through Buffy, exploding within her like a million atomic bombs. Her insides heaved and tossed like they were on a roller-coaster, her muscles tensed and relaxed like she was in the middle of a stroke, her back bent and twisted like she was being pulled on the rack. And she loved it, loved every nanosecond of ecstatic pleasure as it flowed through her. Was this what Dawn felt like? Was that why she’d become a slut, not to spite Buffy, but to revel in the ecstasy. For a moment Buffy could almost believe it, they were linked by blood, even more than normal sisters. And then the pleasure subsided and Anne’s head retreated back and Buffy remembered Dawn was a bitch because she wanted to be, not because she was a slave to passion.

She smiled, at Anne, "That was hot."
"Hey, you weren’t a beginner either."
"I’ve done it a few times," Buffy conceded with a smile.
Anne stood up and Buffy was able to look at her naked body again, slim and slender, with boobs that were slightly larger than normal with a sexy bounce (and more so than Buffy’s smaller, firmer pair), her smile wanton and lusty. Buffy felt her pussy tingle with anticipation, the fingering and tonguing had been fun, but from the expression on Anne’s face she was wanting more – and so did Buffy.
"Shall we go into my bedroom?" Anne held out her hand.
Buffy took it, standing up, "That’s sounds good."
The bedroom was as small and neat as the main room, the bed occupying most of the room just leaving enough space for a wardrobe, a dresser and the two blondes. They kissed again, their naked bodies pressed close, their hands sliding over waists and butts, their pussies brushing together so that Buffy’s libido rose to new levels. Anne’s mouth retreated a few inches and Buffy looked at her pretty face, waiting for her to either return or speak. The blonde chose the latter, but they were words Buffy wanted to here, "Fuck me. Fuck me good."
"MMmnnn yes," grinned Buffy, "That sounds like a plan."
Anne turned away from her, though Buffy continued to hold her, stroking the blonde’s waist and feeling the touch of Anne’s butt against her pussy as she opened the wardrobe and bent forward. She could see Anne ruffling around in a drawer and when she straightened and turned she was holding a thick double-ended dildo. She smiled at the Slayer, "I’m guessing you didn’t bring anything yourself?"
"Only a stake," admitted Buffy, "And I’m sure you don't want me to stick that in you."
"Not unless I turn vamp," smiled Anne. She wiggled her toy "I much rather this was in me. And it can go in you at the same time."
"Win-win," agreed Buffy and got onto the bed opposite Anne.
Anne spread her legs, exposing her shaven slit, to Buffy it looked sexy and enticing and as she opened her own legs she slid down and rubbed at herself, growling in sexual anticipation. She carried on touching as she watched Anne, suck at the dildo, lubricating it with her saliva. The sexy blonde pushed it down into her throat, like it was a real cock, swallowing it so deeply that Buffy thought she would choke. She was obviously practised as she brought it up with no trace of a gag. She passed it to Buffy, "You want to lube it up as well?" she smiled.
"Mouth or pussy?" Buffy asked.
"Either, both," said Anne with a smile.
Buffy reached pried apart her cunt lips and pushed in the end that Anne had been sucking. The toy was thick and wide, Buffy could see why Anne had wanted to lube it. But her pussy was ready, still slick and wet from before and she wasn’t a virgin to toys, even big ones – many times had she lay on her back pumping a dildo between her thighs. She groaned as it went in forcing apart the lips and the walls behind them, rubbing over nerves hidden behind the damp pink flesh, "Ooooh" she moaned "oooohhh."
"Oh yes, that’s so hot," Anne moaned looking on feverishly. Her hand was between her legs rubbing and playing with her pussy, her palm whizzing over the labia making her lips quiver and shiver. "Fuck yourself Buffy, fuck yourself."
"I can’t believe you’re telling me to fuck myself," Buffy said, "That’s kinda rude." She smiled and continued to push the toy in, "Oooohh… it is good, fucking myself. Oooohhh yes, it’s good."
"Yes, oh fuck yourself. Watching you is so hot, ohhhh," Anne rubbed harder at her cunt turned on by observing Buffy penetrate herself. Buffy knew how she felt, it was always fun to dildo herself, even more enjoyable seeing Anne play with herself at the same time and super enjoyable knowing that she was turning on the other blonde - it was like a virtuous circle of lust wrapping round the two of them.
She pushed the double-ender further into her pussy, her exhibitionist side – the one she never realised she had – coming out. She had never realised what a turn on it was to masturbate in front of another girl, the orgasmic thrills rushing through her seemed deeper and more intense than normal solo ones. Perhaps it wasn’t as much fun as having another woman on the end of the toy, but as an appetiser to fucking it worked. She smiled wider, hoping it enchanted Anne and told her of future promises. "Ohhh," she moaned, "oooohhh, yes, look at my cute pussy, see how tight it was, look at this dildo pumping in and out. See how wet I am, and hot and horny."
"Oh, shit," moaned Anne, "Oh yes." She rubbed her own cunt harder, strumming and brushing it, sliding a finger into her wet hole. "Oh yes, Buffy, you’re so soaking, I can see the cum on your toy, I can see it dripping from you. Shit, you’re so fuckable. Oh my God, your pussy looks so sweet as you fuck it. You’re turning me on so much."
"Ohhh, ohhhh," Buffy groaned in response, "See me stick this big dildo down my fuckhole. Watch me fuck myself with this huge rod. It feels so good, it’s really filling my tight little cunt. Do you see that? Do you see it pounding in? Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, it feels so hot."
Her back bent and her skin flushed as the pleasure arched through her. She hammered harder, driving the orgasm to a higher pitch of intensity, gasping and shuddering as she came. Her eyes closed, aware that Anne’s were fixed on her, devouring her mentally. That made the orgasm cum even harder, smacking into her like a demolition ball. The blonde Slayer cried out again, "Fuuuucccckk yeessss" and let the orgasm take her.
Opening her eyes Buffy saw that she had pulled the dildo out of her cunt. It was sitting in front of her, soaked with her cunt juice. Opposite Amy’s face was red, not with embarrassment but with pure, animal lust; the expression on her face was like a hungry wolf wanting to pounce. Buffy could appreciate that. "Like?" she asked.
Anne nodded, "Liked."
Buffy picked up the toy and did something she had never done in public before (though she’d secretly and shamefully done it a few times in her own bed). The toy slid into her mouth and her juice tasted as lovely as ever, almost as nice as Anne’s earlier. She swallowed it deeper, watching the other blonde’s reaction. Anne was so excited it looked like she was on the verge of a heart attack, strumming and fingering her cunt as Buffy sucked at the cum. The blonde Slayer took it deeper, tickling her tonsils with the toy and threatening to take it even deeper. Anne moaned, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Buffy pulled it out of her mouth. The toy now dripped with saliva. She passed it to Anne, "Your turn." She gave a smile, cheeky and sexual, "See, I lubricated it for you."
Anne nodded and pried apart her pussy. For a moment Buffy could see the pink hole and then the toy was slid in, the lips closing round the plastic phallus as snugly as a bug in rug. The Slayer watched in rising excitement as Anne began to jack the toy in and out, one end sliding deep into her twat, the other wiggling and bouncing as it was thrust in and out. She didn’t think Anne would mind if she masturbated as she watched, in fact if the other blonde was like the Slayer she’d enjoy it. Buffy's fingers moved over her pussy, rubbing at it, finding the clit beneath the hood and jiggling it hard. It sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Oooohhh, yesssss, Buffy, yessss, this is so hot, don’t you think its so hot," Anne moaned as she stuffed the double-ender it her cunt. "MMmnnnn, see how it enters my pussy, I’m ramming it in. Ohhhhh this is good, so good."
Buffy nodded, licking her lips – they felt a little dry. Her fingers pressed at her clit, the hard bud vibrating under her touch. "Jack it in. Stuff that pussy. Ram that toy in your cunt. I want to watch you fuck yourself like you watched me." Her eyes were riveted to the scene in front of her, the toy driving in and out of the hole, cum sliding down, the other blonde shuddering and shaking as she came. Blood was rushing round Buffy’s body like the rapids, she could feel herself warm and sweating, her pussy dripping. "Do it Anne. Fuck yourself harder. Thrust it in, slam it deep."
"Ooooohhh, urrrrrhhhh, shit Buffy, shit , this feels so good," she gasped and shuddered. "Come join me."
"Yes, oh my God, yes, let’s fuck," Buffy responded. Watching was fun, participating was better.
Anne paused, wiping a bead of perspiration away with one hand as with the other she held out the half of the dildo not in her cunt invitingly. Buffy slithered nearer across the sheet, her legs scissoring over and under Anne’s. She took the dildo and guided her pussy towards it. It was the dryer end, but Buffy’s twat was so soaked and ready it still slid easily in. The Slayer groaned and pushed herself forward, eliciting an equally large groan from the other blonde. Anne pressed her hands on the bed behind her to keep herself in position as Buffy pushed. The toys vanished deeper into her hole, and Buffy’s as well. The two young women moaned together, "Oooohhh." "Uuuurrhhh."
"Out" murmured Buffy and pulled back. Anne did the same so that only a few inches of toy remained in them, the rest sagged between them, ten inches of dripping plastic. Buffy grinned, "In." Anne took the hint and moved with her, the two women coming together in unison and driving the toy into their own and the other’s cunt. "Oooohhh," groaned Buffy, "Out." Anne went with her. "In," Buffy said, quicker this time. "And out… uuurrhhh. And in…ooohhhh" Buffy’s back arched as the toy sent explosions of pleasure off in her, like walking through a minefield of orgasms. "In," she said, "Out," like she was coxing rowers pounding down the river instead of blonde lesbians pounding down a dildo. "In, out."
"Aarrrrghhh, ohhh, yessss, fuck," gasped Anne. Her body jerked forward at Buffy’s command, her titties bouncing and wobbling sexily.
"In, out, in, out," Buffy panted, upping the pace, so they were slamming at each other like two frenzied goats butting horns.
In front of her, Anne squeaked and squealed, her body arching and bending as she came. Buffy savoured the look of the other blonde; sweaty droplets sliding down between her bouncing boobs, her face contorting and twisting in orgasmic bliss, the toy slotting into the tight cunt. She knew she looked the same and that, just as she was looking at Anne, Anne was also looking at her. Buffy upped the pace, "In, out, in, out," she gasped, pounding the forward and watching Anne’s pleasured reactions.
"Oooohhh, fuuuckkk, uuurrrhhh, aaaarrrhhh," Anne cried out as she met Buffy’s hard poundings, ramming forward to replicate them. "Ohhhh, yessssm Buffy, yessss!"
"In, out, uuurrhhh, fuuuckkk, in….oooohhh, out…. Aaaarrrghhh, fuuuckkk, iiinnnn," Buffy’s calls were interrupted by her own grunts and gasps, but even without instructions Anne continued to match the pace. Buffy didn’t slow, continuing to pound back and forth, ramming herself on the toy, feeling every inch of the dildo stimulating and pleasuring her pussy and smacking the remainder into Anne for the other’s ecstatic delight.
"Oooohhh, fuuuckkk, uuurrhhhh, shiiittt, fuckkkk," Anne’s cries were loud and passionate, almost incoherent. "Aaaarrrghhh myyyyy Godddd!!! Fuuucckkk!!!" She shuddered as she came.
Buffy felt the same. The toy was filling her cunt, hammering hard at it and sending waves of pleasure crashing around her. Her eyes screwed shut and her hands gripped as every morsel of her being seemed to explode outwards and reassemble themselves in less than a nanosecond. The orgasm surged through her again, wiping out completely the memory of a second before and replacing it with one even more intense and explosive. Buffy screamed, "Fuuucccckkk, aaarrrrgghhh, fuckkkkk!"
The two of them lay naked on the bed, panting and sweating, the lubricated toy lying between them, it’s cum soaking onto the bed. After a short while Buffy stood up, "I better be going."
Anne looked at her with a smile, "You could stay the night."
For a moment Buffy was tempted, Anne was cute and sexy and could fuck like crazy; another bout, some sleep and then waking up and banging again would be fun. But the sensible side of her brain was kicking in, telling her she needed to rest properly if she was going to meet her sister at ten. And another part was telling her that even if she fucked girls she shouldn’t be sleeping with them, that would be going too far into being a lesbian. The Slayer smiled and shook her head, "Thanks, but y’know, early morning and all that…" She started into the other room to look for her clothes.
*
"What’s your name?" Amy asked.
"Willow Rosenberg," the redhead looked round the dark damp room, pulling at her manacles. "Who are you? Where am I? What’s going on?" There was more than a trace of fear to her voice.
"You can’t remember?" Amy couldn’t help but smile.
"No, no, I can’t remember anything, anything at all. Who am I?" now the panic was so overpowering that Willow’s voice was almost a shriek.
It had taken longer than Amy had originally thought, and more power than she’d planned, but Amy had finally beaten Willow. The majority of the redhead’s soul was swirling round in a jar on the shelf behind her, next to Joyce and Faith’s – though the other two at least had fake memories implanted and even now were entertaining a group of college guys with a lesbian floorshow. All that was left of the soul in the redhead was a tiny spark, just enough to remember a name, which was the core of a person's being; if that was lost... then came death. But apart from the name everything else about her was up to Amy.
"I don’t know who you are….yet" Amy smiled, "Perhaps you’re a hooker walking Hollywood boulevard – would you like that? Or a cheerleader gone bad, sucking cocks in back alleys for guys who buy you drinks… Or might be you’re my obedient slave who exists only to serve my every whim. It could be all three – I’ll decide later. I can always change my mind."
"I…I… don’t understand… what do you mean… who are you?"
"You’re boring me now," Amy snapped her finger and muttered a few words. The redhead jerked in her chains, then she went still as Amy’s magic quieted her ex-friend’s soul, removing the power to speak and think and do anything but hang and obey. Willow hung their, like a mannequin, staring ahead without seeing. Amy walked over and ran a finger over the other wiccan’s soft skin; she would power Willow up in the morning and use her to trap Buffy.
"Once I have Buffy, my master said I can have you both as my slaves. You’ll be like my little rats in a cage," she said smiling, though Willow could no more hear her than the wall could.
*
Opening the door to her apartment Dawn switched on the light. She yawned and stretched, her ass still had that lovely achy, tingly feel from Xander’s pounding, God the boy was hung, she should have made a move when she was still in Sunnydale. She wondered if he’d discovered the souvenir she’d left him - her panties, some guys paid good money for that and he was getting them free.
She walked over to her answer-phone and played through the messages. The first from her agent telling her she’d got her booked in a dp scene for Friday if she could call back and confirm. The second from Kate asking how her meeting with Buffy had gone (better than expected, thought Dawn, at least they hadn’t come to physical blows). A third from Cordelia asking had she seen Xander and how was he. Dawn pulled out her cell and sent three text in order, ‘Confirm 4 Friday’ ‘Buffy still a stuck-up bitch. XOXO’ and ‘5/5 and big’; they’d all get the message.
She stepped into the shower and hosed herself down under the powerful spray, luxuriating in the warmth and relaxing as the water bounced against her like a powerful massage. After she stepped out and towelled herself dry, reflecting that few eighteen year old girls could afford an apartment this swish – she glanced at her body in the mirror with her firm teenage tits and fuckable ass and cunt, her money-makers. She smiled; that’s what fucked Buffy off, that she was independent and able to make her own choices, not doing what Buffy wanted like she was a performing poodle.
*
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The hotel was quiet when Buffy returned. She walked over to the ledger book on the reception and looked at it, a feeling of relief as she looked at the signatures – Vi’s neat, Rona’s messy, Xander’s loopy, Shannon’s tiny, Caridad’s large and almost off the page, Chao-Ahn’s symbol; a sign that each of them was back and safe. She was the last one and she took a pen to beside her name, adding her normal smiley instead of a final S in her surname.
She turned smiling, pleased all her girls (and Xander) were home safe. But as she went up the stairs another feeling hit her – she wasn’t sure whether it was guilt or shame or confusion or all three mixing together, but it was there and it wouldn’t go away. When she’d been fucking Anne or Lily or Chantelle or whoever she called herself now, she had felt so confident and alive, the pleasure blasting through her. But now, afterwards, the orgasm having faded, she felt sick and tired and confused.
She shouldn’t be she knew. It was the Twenty-First century, girls could enjoy girls without it being wrong; even her best friend was a lesbian and most of the Slayers didn’t seem to make much distinction between guys and girls in who they fancied and fucked. Even Dawn, not a good example as she was a complete slut and bitch who only thought of her own selfish self, seemed happily bisexual.
However Buffy couldn’t be – she wasn’t religious or uptight (at least she didn’t think she was) and she had enjoyed the lesbian encounters she’d had so, so much. But there was something in her, that made her think she was sick and depraved and it ate at her, even as she banged women or watched videos of them screwing each other or played with herself imaging fucking some hottie… Perhaps it was because for so long she’d assumed she was straight that not being felt so wrong. Or was it that she’d spent so long trying to have a normal life that it had infected her so deep that any diversion from ‘normalcy’ made her head spin with nausea and self-loathing.
She opened her door with a sigh, she’d love to be able to wallow in self-loathing like any blonde college drop-out without a boyfriend and overwhelming desire for pussy, but she hadn’t that luxury. She had to find Willow and Faith… and her Mom… and save the world from whatever threat was endangering it. That meant she had to let her sister claw her way into her life like mangy flea-ridden cat and she wasn’t going to face that without a night’s sleep. And sadly there was no way she was going to sleep tonight without rubbing her cunt and remembering the fuck she’d just had…
*
To Amy's surprise she felt a rush of pleasure when she opened the door to her apartment and saw Tara sitting curled up on the couch. Not that Tara had any place else to go, she was estranged from what was left of her family and her University had been swallowed into the ground. And anyway, as far as both were concerned Tara Maclay had been murdered four years before. The recently risen witch looked up and smiled, Amy wasn't sure why a small upturn of the lips could make someone look so beautiful and sexy and why it made her own mouth twist in a similar fashion and her heart flutter but it did. "Still here?" she wanted to sound gruff and tough and like a big bad, but she knew she came over as cheery and happy and not too in control.
"I wasn't sure where else to go," said Tara nervously, "You said I could stay as long as I wanted."
"I did," Amy agreed, not sure whether to curse her soft heartedness or thank the Goddess that Willow's betrayal hadn't so emotionally scarred her that she'd have kicked out Tara onto the streets without a thought. "How was your day?"
"It was... strange... I watched TV and I couldn't follow anything; not the news or the soaps and even the sitcoms had moved on. It's like there's a big gap in my life..."
"I'm sorry," Amy wasn't sure what she was apologising for. Raising Amy perhaps?
The other witch smiled again and shook her head, her thoughts obviously the same, "Why? You didn't kill me, you brought me back."
"I...it seemed the thing to say," Amy shrugged and smiled, "It's been a tough day."
Tara stood up and smiled, "Tell me about it. I'll pour us some wine and you can talk about it."
"You wouldn't want to hear," and that was the truth. Amy had spent most of the day battling with Willow over possession of the redhead's soul and Tara wouldn't want to hear that the girl she thought had moved on and abandoned her was in reality locked in a underground dungeon less than a mile away.
"You could try me?" Tara said, "I mean after last night..." She came closer to Amy and the scent of the reincarnated witch reminded Amy of why she hadn't thrown her out.
Amy blushed slightly, she could see now see why Tara had made Willow a lesbian, there was something intoxicating about her, something that made Amy wet between her legs, it almost made her forget about her thirst for revenge and replaced it with a thirst for pussy juice. Almost... Tara moved even nearer so that she was touching Amy, her fingers brushing the other's witches wrist and a concerned look on her face as if Amy had forgotten the night before and their rampant, energetic screwing. I can have both revenge and Tara, the one makes the other sweeter, Amy reminded herself. She turned to face the blonde, "There's nothing worth saying," she smiled, "the wine sounds good."
"Okay," Tara smiled and disengaged herself.
"I'm just going to take a quick shower," Amy said, she was hot and sticky though her air conditioning was working fine.
"Don't be long," Tara said, "Where's your corkscrew?"
Amy wasn't long. She stripped out of her clothes and into the shower, soaping herself down quickly and expertly, spending a few more moments than normal around her pussy, sliding a finger round it as she cleaned. Out she dried and dressed again..
Back in the main room Tara was on the couch, her legs drawn up beside her, her dress riding up them so that Amy could see the bottom of her thigh. She smiled as Amy entered, pointing at the glasses of wine on the coffee table in front of her at the same time as she patted the couch beside her with her other hand. Amy took the hint and sat beside her. Tara smiled, "So you were saying how your day was."
"It's getting a lot better," Amy replied. Her hands didn't move to the glass, but to Tara's boobs.
The other witch didn't stop her as Amy squeezed at them through the material, before pulling at the string which held the dress together opening it. Tara pulled her dress downwards, popping out her titties. She groaned in pleasure as Amy's mouth went down to them and began to suckle, "Oh yeah, oh God, yeah."
Amy came up for air after a few moments, she didn't resist as Tara's hands went to her pants and undid them, dragging them and the panties below down so that she was as bottomless as Tara was topless. "Mmmnnnn, let me eat it," giggled Tara and dropped to her knees. Amy gasped in pleasure as Tara's tongue tasted her twat, the young witch enthusiastically licking at the slit and labia around it, sliding in and out and around. "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh," Amy moaned and rested her hands on Tara's shoulders, using her to balance, "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, that's right, lick there."
Tara's tongue slid and stabbed, tasting the hole and moving round it. Her teeth bit lightly at Amy's labia, stretching and teasing at the flap. Amy shuddered as Tara found her clit and slipped her tongue at it. The pleasure rushed through the witch and she gasped out, "Oh my God, yes, yes."
Tara tongued harder, sending the orgasms crashing through Tara like a series of stormy waves against the shore. The bliss was immense, overpowering and Amy needed to share it. She pushed Tara's head back from her pussy, "Could you take your dress off and lie down? Legs spread."
Tara looked momentarily puzzled, but she did as she was asked, smiling as Amy took off her top so that both witches were naked apart from their socks. As Tara lay down on the rug Amy got on top of her so that her mouth was over the other's cunt and without saying a thing began to lick, her tongue probing at the wet hole, tasting the lovely, sweet juice. Tara quickly returned the favour, her hands clasping Amy's naked butt cheeks for leverage and balance as she raised her head into the other's wet hole and preceded to make it even wetter.
The sound of slurps interspersed with little cries and moans and giggles as the two young women happily sixty nined each other. Amy added a finger to the mix, digitally penetrating Tara's pussy even as she continued to lick and kiss it, the finger making it even wetter and juicier. The girl cum filled the hole, a tasty treat for Amy and as she lapped it up, a treat she could feel and hear Tara was enjoying as well.
"I want you to fuck me with a strap-on now," Tara brought her head away from the pussy.
Amy smiled, wondering if Tara had ever demanded from Willow, telling her what she wanted; she seemed so shy at first and quiet, but she was a vixen in bed. She lifted herself from Tara's face, "I'd love to."
Amy stood, she blushed slightly, "And I'd..." she paused briefly.
"Go on, what?" Amy asked. She moved closer to the other witch, placing her hands on her waist and looking deeply at her; she was beautiful - Willow must have been mad to let her stay dead.
"Before Willow and I split, before I died, we were talking about something I wanted to try, we'd seen it a movie... a lesbian porn movie... I wanted to give it a go, but I was nervous about it. Now I've been dead I think it shouldn't scare me."
"What?" Amy was intrigued.
"I want to try anal. I want to be banged in the ass. Are you alright for that?" for someone who thought it shouldn't scare her Tara looked extremely anxious.
"Is that all?" laughed Amy and kissed her lover's nose, "Yes, if you want."
"You don't mind?"
"No, why should I," laughed Amy, "I've done it before, with other women, you won't be my first."
"You'll be mine though" Tara blushed.
"You'll love it," smiled Amy, "let's go into the bedroom and put my strap-on." She took Tara's hand and led her into the room.
"What should I do? Should I get on the bed?" Tara asked anxiously, looking around the room as if she hadn't spent the night before snuggled up there.
For a few moments Amy ignored her, not deliberately snubbing her, but more because she was picking out a dildo that fitted taking Tara's anal virginity, not too big that it would wreck the unsullied rectum, but not so small that you could have replaced it with a finger. Quickly she satisfied herself that the nice six-incher with a bulbous end was the right tool for the job she picked it out of her cupboard and turned back to a nervous looking Tara. "Let me get this on first and then you can suck it?"
"Suck it?" Tara frowned, "It's not real is it? It's not magical?"
"Just plastic," laughed Amy, "You don't have to suck it. It's just a nice way to lube it up and heats up the mood. We can use some proper anal lube if you don't want to suck; it's not a biggie."
Tara smiled nervously, "No, no I didn't say that. I want to try it properly and if giving a fake phallus a blow-job is part of the experience... well I want to try that as well."
Amy did the straps up her legs, adjusting the toy in place so that it rubbed against her pussy. Despite what she had told Tara there was more to it than just lubing the toy for anal penetration, as Tara sucked the toy would rub at Amy's pussy, whilst the pleasure wouldn't be as intense as when she was hammering it in Tara's butt it was a nice opener. She stood in front of Tara and waggled the toy, "Okay if you get on your knees."
"Like this?" asked Tara as she got down. She looked up anxiously at Amy and Amy nodded in affirmation though Tara had done nothing more than kneel.
For a few moments Tara just sat their nervously looking at the toy, Amy was about to offer a suggestion on what she should be doing when Tara leant slowly forward and began to lick. Amy looked down, a small smile on her face, the toy was moving so slowly that her clit was unmoved, but there was still something hot about seeing Willow's ex's tongue sliding round Amy's fake phallus. "That's good, Tara, make it nice and wet. Get it in deep, get it all the way."
Gradually Tara began to move faster, her tongue moving up and down the plastic toy. And then she began to take it in her mouth as well, opening to take it the mushroom head and to slide down the rubber. Harder and harder, she moved, sucking deeper and more enthusiastically, slobbering her saliva over the toy. Amy groaned in excited pleasure as her lover's mouth pressed the dildo's haft against her own clit, rubbing at stimulating the bud. Her pussy got hotter and wetter as she looked down at Tara's bobbing head. The other witch was going at it enthusiastically, like she'd been deprived of cock for years - which she had, one way and another, Amy reflected. She reached down and gripped the back of Tara's head, not forcing her further down the cock, but certainly guiding her. "Suck it, take it all in. Deep throat my dildo."
Tara's head went down the plastic until she gagged. Amy released her and let the young woman come up again. "Uuuhhh," Tara took a deep breath and then she was down again, her head bobbing up and down, going even further than before. "Uuuhhh, uurrhhh," again she snorted and gasped, pulling her head back, her eyes watering and a thin stream of silvery saliva dripping from her mouth. She looked up at Amy and smiled nervously, "I'll do it this time. I'll take it all."
"You don't have to, it's wet enough," Amy replied.
Tara smiled wider, "I want to. I want to deep throat a dick, not a real one, I'm not turning straight, but a fake one, your fake one." And with that she was down again, her mouth open wide and a look of determination on her face, briefly at least, before the dildo contorted her expression. Amy gripped Tara's head again, stroking at the hair as she encouraged it deeper, at the same time she rocked her waist gently, pushing the dick deeper. Tara went down, her eyes widening and widening as the dildo got deeper and deeper, until Amy could feel the other witch's nose burying into her skin as the toy vanished all the way into the mouth. For a few moments they remained like that, Amy gently rocking and Tara forcing herself down to take it until Amy could feel Tara's head straining against her hands. She immediately let go and Tara's head shot back, her lungs gasping for air like a swimmer exploding up from under the water. "I did it," she panted.
"You did. A deep throat. And look how the dildo is dripping, that's better oiled than any lube," grinned Amy with a touch of pride towards Tara, pleased that the other witch was testing limits she'd never tried with Willow.
"Now you bang my ass?" Tara said, her tone anxious.
"Yes, let's do it," Amy said, "If you get on the bed and lie face down..."
She waited until Tara had done as instructed before joining the other witch. Her hands moved between Tara's thighs and gently opened them, there was no resistance from the other witch, only a small giggly sigh as Amy's finger slid over the slit. It was as soaked as the dildo. Amy's hand moved up to Tara's butt-cheeks, massaging them and spreading them open, exposing the puckered hole. "That looks lovely and fuckable," she said and brought her mouth down, pecking at the cheeks with her lips before sliding her tongue out and at the hole.
"Oooh, that tickles," giggled Tara.
Amy could almost feel the other witch relaxing as she licked at her ass bud and kissed the buttocks either side. That was good, she wanted it to go easy on Tara and the more relaxed she was the better. She could have continued making Tara even readier, but then the dildo would have dried. She gave the hole one last lick before withdrawing her mouth and moving on forward gripping the toy in one hand, whilst with the other she pried at Tara's cheeks. "I'm going to come in now."
"Ohhh, o..okay," said Tara. She was tensing as Amy pushed the dildo in and tensed even more as the first inches pressed down her shoot. "Oooh," she grunted, leaving Amy unsure whether it was pleasure or pain or both.
Not wanting to take it too fast or hard too early Amy pulled back, "Was that alright?"
"Yes. Just kinda weird, you know like things were stretching."
"They would be, you want me to continue?"
"Yes, yes I do," Tara said.
Amy came in again, sending the dildo a little deeper. Tara grunted again, her hands opening and closing, before Amy could ask she answered, "Go on. I want to be anally fucked. I want you to break my cherry."
"If you're sure," Amy said and rose and fell again.
Tara groaned and winced and moaned, not disguising her discomfort, but also be vocal in what she wanted, "Give it to me Amy. I want it all the way in. I want to know what it feels like."
"As you like it," replied Amy. She continued on, thrusting up and down, pushing the strap-on further in each time. At first Tara winced and her little gasps were as much about soreness as enjoyment, but as her ass stretched and became used to the invasion the pleasure began. Amy started to go faster, "Are you liking it? I can slow down?"
"No... I mean yes... I mean carry on, don't stop, give it me," Tara said, her hands stretched out and grabbed the bed and her rump raised up to meet Amy's down coming thrust. "It's feeling good, oh yes, it's feeling good."
Amy gripped Tara's side and went even faster, thrusting the toy deep into the young woman's no-longer virgin asshole, pounding it open. Tara squeaked and gasped, writhing and rocking as she was anally penetrated. one of her hands went under her body and Amy could feel the vibration as Tara fingered her pussy as her other hole was filled up. She went quicker, pounding in deep, the toy was rubbing at her own clit, making her shudder with excitement, acting as a spur to move quicker. "Oh yeah Tara, this is so hot. I love banging your ass." And she didn't say, but did mentally add 'Going somewhere Willow never did.'
Tara screamed and squealed in excitement, her finger thudding at her pussy, making the cunt soak into the bed. "OOooohhh yessss, aaaarrghh, yeessss," the orgasms were ripping through her, "Ooooohhh, yesssss, aaaaarghh."
"Oooohhhh, urrrrhhh, fuuuckk," Amy was grunting and gasping as well, panting as she pounded Tara with all the vigour she could muster, driving herself into an orgasmic overdrive. Sweat slid down her body, the little beads of water cooling, but discomforting - but not enough she slowed down. "Uuurrrhhh, yes, ohhhh, yes, this is fucking."
"Aaaaarrghh, yessss," screamed Tara in agreement, "Bang me deeper, fuck my ass, ram it down." She shuddered in orgasmic pleasure and shrieked out again, "Do me, baby, do my asshole, wreck it, ram it."
"Yeah, am doing," Amy's body bounced up and down on top of her lover's, her titties squashing at the young woman's back and her toy vanishing again and again into Tara's most intimate hole.
Her hands were palm down on the bed, the material beneath them crumpled and soaked as she pushed herself and brought herself down. Each thrust was magic for her, rubbing at her clit. It was even more magical for Tara, screaming and yelling in sexual bliss, shaking and shuddering in orgasmic joy, her skin soaked with sweat and her pussy with cum. Tara continued to play with herself as she was fucked, fingering her wet cunt, adding to her enjoyment. She shook again and gasped out, "Ooooohhh, fuuuckk, yes, yes, you're making me cum, oh my Goddess you're making me cum so hard." She let out another scream of pleasure.
Amy's muscles were starting to ache and her lungs were straining with exertion as if she was running the mile and trying to beat four minutes. She gritted her teeth and continued, determined to drive Tara into one last anal orgasm. Below her the other witch shuddered and moaned, her vibrating beneath Amy's. Soon the oragsmic pleasure was rising again, "OOohhh, yessss, my Goddess, fuck me, fuck my butt."
Amy mentally energised herself as she went into a last desperate frenzy of butt-slamming, hammering the toy deep down into the anal fuckhole, pounding and ramming the dildo as far and fast as she could, putting every ounce of force into it. Her rewards were twofold, the buzzing excitement in her own pussy as she came and the sounds and sights of Tara's pleasure, the other witch vocally proclaiming her pleasure as her body arched and bucked. "Oooohhh, yessss, Amy, I'm going to cum, aaaaarrghh, yesssss, you're making me cum, aaaaarrrgghhh." Her entire body seemed to spark like a live wire, "Aaaaaarrghhh, Goddessssss, aaarrghhhhh!"
Amy rolled off her exhausted and sweating, but exhilarated and overjoyed. Tara turned round so she was facing Amy and to Amy's delighted surprise she leant forward and kissed her lightly on the lips, "That was so much fun, Amy," she murmured, "I can't believe I waited so long."
"You were dead," said Amy.
"I know, I mean before that," Tara said, "You know with Willow." She paused, "I don't think she would have been as good as you."
Amy blushed, "I'm... thanks... it was fun for me. I loved it." She paused, "You'll be sticking around a few days more."
"I guess, if you'll have me," Tara smiled.
Amy grinned back, "I think my plan is to have you a lot more times, just let me get my breath back and I'll show you."
*
His scarred hand moved over the video controls, the skin was black and chapped where it had not been melted away to expose charred bone and ruined ligaments and muscles. Without the magic coursing through his body the damage would have been so great that the hand would have been unusable. The same magic kept him alive. He had been a powerful magician in life, stronger even than Rupert Giles, certainly more so than Willow Rosenberg and the second rater he had to use as an assistant, Amy Madison. He had been powerful enough to keep himself alive as the flames consumed him and all those around him, challenging death and bringing himself back.
He watched the screen, he enjoyed seeing Willow writhe in pain. He just wished it was even more agonising and that beside her Buffy was also screaming and shrieking. It ended too soon (or too late - it should have happened days ago, but Amy lacked the powers) as the witch's personality was ripped out and bottled, Amy clasping the jar with the purple smoke close to her chest. She walked away and for a few minutes Willow was on her own, staring blankly ahead. The wizard fast-forwarded through it waiting until Amy returned. It was a shame the only torture she made of Willow was taunting, he had hoped her hate for the witch was strong enough that she'd take the opportunity to flay off some excess skin or remove a few toes...
He smiled evilly as Amy spoke, "Once I have Buffy, my master said I can have you both as my slaves. You’ll be like my little rats in a cage." Did she really believe that? That he just wanted Buffy's mind wiped? If all he had wanted to turn the Slayer into a vacant puppet he'd have just transported her to the Mall with an unlimited credit card.
No, Buffy had to die and Willow with her. The Slayer who had perverted the Slayer line and the witch who had destroyed the prophecy of there being one. Only then could he bring back the Slayers as they should be, obedient, demure, tractable, not like they were now - brash, rebellious, independent... some even talked back to their Watchers.

Quentin Travers leant back in his chair, if his face wasn't already contorted in a twisted grimace, the lips burnt away and the teeth showing, he would have smiled. The day that the Slayer's died was coming. And Buffy would be the first.
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