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Buffy the Streetwalking Hooker	By : goolecaptain Category: BtVS AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 60598 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All belongs to Joss Wheldon and Mutant Enemy, none to me, this is a free story intended for internet distribution only
Summary; This is a further exploration of my own work, Never Part that I felt needed a little more. As always a little once I start writing turns into a great deal more.So here we are, Drusilla and VampJoyce sexually enslave Buffy and force her to work the streets as a common whore. But events take a rather unexpected turn...(happy/kinky ending as ever don't worry.In fact if you ever have a story that upsets you in any genre just drop me an email and I'll write a happy ending for you) )
Rating; NC-17. Buffy/Dawn torture, loads of sex in every conceivable form and character. As always, everyone is above the age of consent whatever that is where you are.
Timeline; season 5
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Please note, if you were waiting for the advertised chapter 'Buffy the Alien Sex Slave Breeder' it's coming next, just kept writing and as always produced too much
Buffy the Streetwalking Hooker; Part 3 Slayerslut the Happy Hooker
She stood before him, a vision of pink. Lacy little pink thong, her breasts bugling from her pink cami both emblazoned with a cherry motif. She finished it off with lacy pink gloves, pink knee socks and garish 3-inch pink high heels. Buffy had never felt so feminine in her life. She also looked like something that exploded from Barbie's candy floss machine.
She jumped onto his lap, hugging her arms around his neck and smothering him with kisses. He was so old she wondered if he could even manage an erection but he did her proud, feeling it begin to rise beneath his pyjamas. She reached to take hold of it but to her surprise he swatted her away.
"Let's just sit here together for a little while" he requested.
"Ok" Buffy responded. They sat there just kissing and cuddling for a long time, his withered hands exploring her soft nubile young body.
"When I was a youth I remember having lovely girls like you all the time" he observed. "You make me feel that way again"
"Probably not girls like me" Buffy thought to herself, smiling at the compliment. People always scorned 'dirty old men' but she actually felt good making him feel virile and happy once more. The truth was everyone was human and needed to feel this way once in a while. Hell, she needed it as much as he did.
He undid the straps on her cami and started suckling like a starving babe on her momentous titties. The quote from Hamlet occurred to her with a sudden inevitability as she felt her climax approach. "Truly an old man is a baby twice in his life"
*
They cruised past her street corner for the third time. She wondered if they were ever going to summon up the courage to stop but this time they did, doing a U-turn and pulling up alongside her.
She stalked over towards them in her black PVC thigh boots, the spiked high heels making her strut coquettishly. Above them she wore her black short-shorts and black strapless corset top with the lace-up front.
"Looking for directions boys?" she teased. They gaped at her open mouthed.
"Uhhh....we were wondering if...if...?" the driver tried to get the words out. She spared him the effort and just stepped into the back seat of the convertible VW Beetle, putting her arms around the two spotty teenagers she found there. To her amusement she found that they were so terrified they were actually physically trembling at her touch.
"Where shall we go?" she asked.
"My parents are away all weekend" the front seat passenger suggested. He seemed a lot more confident than the others. Even amongst the least masculine of groups there was always a top dog, everything was relative. She rocked backwards slightly as the driver put the pedal to the metal and they accelerated across town. The two nerds in the back attempted to steady themselves as they were moved back and forth, their hands grazing against her breasts and legs.
"Oh god, I'm sorry" The first one went bright red as the other seemed to lose the power of speech. Buffy smiled as she took their hands and guided them expertly back to her breasts and between her thighs.
"You don't need to be sorry, that's what I'm here for" she told them with a smile. She thought they would faint right then and there. But they certainly made the best of it, busy little hands exploring places they had only dreamed of before.
It was a nice house. She wondered if maybe these guys knew Dawn? They were about the same age. She stopped herself from asking, it wouldn't be fair to her if she heard about Buffy from them. They gathered around her in a semi-circle, so nervous it was adorable.
She loved the virgins. She felt as though she was welcoming them into adulthood, the delights of the worlds of the flesh. They would always remember her, she would always be special to them, a treasured memory they would look back upon fondly for the rest of their lives. And they were always so damn grateful, even more so than all the old men she fucked.
She thought they might want to gangbang her right there and then in the living room but that seemed to be more a thing for the jocks to do than the nerds. Maybe they were more into team bonding? Maybe they were just less shy with one another after all that time naked together in the gym showers? Maybe it was a sign of latent gayness, wanting to be with one another but with a girl there as an excuse?
"Who's first?" she asked, her hand on her hip. There followed a long awkward silence.
"Okaaaay" Buffy decided. She picked the closest one and led him upstairs by the hand. As they rounded the corner of the steps she noticed the others were already breaking out a set of 'Dungeons and Dragons' to pass the time as they waited their turn.
The room was pretty much as she expected, model planes hanging from the ceiling, posters of Carmen Electra on the wall, sci-fi action figures and numerous DVDs and CDs scattered about. She bet if she lifted the bed there'd be a stack of well-thumbed Playboys beneath. Basically it was Xander's room.
She held his hands and smiled at him as she whispered "Let's take our time and do this right"
Still unable to speak he nodded vigorously in emphatic agreement.
She stripped for him and stood there naked, his hardening cock clearly visible through his sweat pants at the very sight of her.
"HOLY!" he exclaimed. Buffy had to suppress a smirk as she span around to enable him to inspect her new tattoos. Her right ass cheek had 'Spank me' tattooed on it and her left had 'Pinch me'. At the base of her spine was an arrow pointing to her asshole with the words "Insert Cock Here", the exact duplicate of one on her abdomen just above her cunny .
"Just do what it says on the labels" she quipped. She kissed him as she stripped him naked, generating plentiful gibbering noises as she did so. From his technique she guessed he'd never even kissed a girl before. She took her customary kneeling position and began her usual foreplay, licking and kissing his cock, taking time to gently pump the base of his shaft with her hand and toy lovingly with his stones. She intended to suck him off but before she could take it into her mouth he came all over her face, spurting and groaning in uncontrollable surges of explosive pleasure.
"S-sorry" he said again, refusing to meet her gaze. She took his head in her hands and made him look her in the face as she licked his seed down.
"Stop apologising. This is what I'm here for" She took his cock in her mouth and in half a minute had him hard again. In another 15 seconds she had him cumming furiously in her mouth, gulping his load down.
She led him into the bed and they just passed the time in one another's arms, kissing and exploring one another's bodies, letting him suck on her tits until he was hard again and she was dripping wet. She rolled him on top of her and guided his cock within her cunny, letting him thrust and thrust with a great deal more enthusiasm than skill. The first time he orgasmed greedily inside her. The second time she coaxed him into giving her whirlwind of sexual delight, experiencing a climax that had her shredding his back with her nails and screaming at the top of her lungs. She'd let the others take their turn with her first to allow him to recover then come back to him later for some anal action.
There was one other great thing about virgins, they took instruction well. Buffy looked forwards to a long night of extremely enjoyable tutoring.
*
There was a triple knock on the door. He opened it and Buffy stood before him in her Girl Scout outfit.
She proffered him a box of store bought cookies. "Hi, I really need to make my quota and I wonder if I could interest you in something sweet and tasty?"
He shook his head "Sorry, I'm really not hungry"
"Oh but I really want to make my quota. I'd do ANYTHING to sell a few more boxes" Buffy adopted her pouting/pleading expression which worked so well on her parents and occasionally Giles. She was pretty good at it although she freely admitted Dawn was the master at this particular act.
"ANYTHING?" he asked with a smirk.
"ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING!" she declared, breathless and wide-eyed. She put the same emphasis on the words as the actress had on the porn DVD he'd shown her. She decided to miss out the bit about this being her last year selling cookies because she was now 18, they'd only slipped that in the film for legal reasons. She had to admit it was a pretty cool idea, see your fantasies on the screen then hire out a girl and an outfit and live them out in real life.
He beckoned her forwards and closed the door behind her like a wolf welcoming the lamb into it's lair. As she walked she caught sight of herself in the hall mirror. She'd never been in the Girl Scouts but she had to admit the uniform suited her down to the ground, especially those tight little shorts that made he ass look absolutely perfect. She probably looked a little too old for it but then several people had bought cookies off her as she'd walked around the block before returning to his house so maybe she was a lot more convincing than she thought? Or they'd just wanted a closer look at her breasts which threatened to explode at any moment out of her blouse which she'd knotted across her bared midriff in a vain attempt to contain them.
Dawn was a Girl Scout, at least she had been the last time she'd seen her. It seemed so long ago. She missed her so much it was almost like a physical ache within her. She banished thoughts of her sister from her mind and concentrated on the job in hand.
He sat down on the couch.
"I'll buy all your cookies...." he pronounced smugly, giving a slight pause for her to fit her line in.
"THAT'S GREAT!" she hadn't faked this much enthusiasm since she'd been a cheerleader.
"...but you have to feed them to me"
He patted his lap invitingly. She shyly made her way forwards trying to combine an appearance of lust tinged with nervous reluctance. Weird to think that guys hired her to be a brazen slut yet when she was they still wanted her to fake being coy. He pulled her onto him and she sat astride him, his hands forcing their way under her tight clothing, making her moan with desire as he groped her.
"Cookies!" he ordered.
"Uh....uhhh. yes....cookies...YES!" Buffy groaned as he mauled her tits, pinching her clitty cruelly. She ground herself frenziedly on his skilful fingers as she ripped open a packet and began to feed them to him, willing to do anything he wanted as long as his hands kept doing what they were doing.
"Let's see if I can find some milk to go with my cookies" he suggested through a mouthful of chocolate chip oatmeal. She wondered what he meant until he ripped open her blouse and began sucking on her breasts as though it were going out of fashion.
"Oahhh, OAHHH, YES, YESSSS, FUCK ME BABY! SUCK MY TITS! UUUUHHHAAAA! UUUHHHHHAAAAA!" she bucked and writhed as she came like crazy, spilling numerous crumbs over his front.
"Uuuuyuh!" she protested as he broke away from her chest. He indicated the crumbs on his front with fingers still covered in her cum.
"You'd better lick them up" he ordered. She took the hint and obediently began to clean his fingers with her tongue before switching to his chest, working her way steadfastly downwards towards his crotch. She washed her meal down with plentiful gushes of his cum which she artfully coaxed from the ramrod hard cock in her mouth.
As she cleaned him off with her mouth he produced a short length of rope from the back of the sofa.
"Shall we practice your knot tying?" he leered whilst looping one end around her right wrist.
"I wonder if I'll earn a merit badge for this?" she thought as she held up her left hand to also be happily entwined.
*
"Aubergine"
She had to concede it was a good safety word, it was highly unlikely to come up during their conversation. She grabbed her bottle of talcum powder from the dungeon's shelf and emptied some down the front of her tight black PVC corset and matching thigh boots. She adored wearing her dominatrix outfit but it could get a little uncomfortable after a while. It wasn't normally a problem as her clients would for the most part have torn it off her body long before now but that wasn't this guy's thing. Some of the powder spilled onto her jutting tits, fully exposed by the pair of apertures cut in the chest part of her costume. She brushed it off as she walked over and took off his leather gimp mask.
"Is anything wrong?" She held a bottle of water up to his lips and let him take a few sips before answering.
"Are you certain you want to go ahead with this?"
He was immediately on the defensive. "Hey, don't judge me..."
"I'm not" she told him honestly. "I'm the last person in the world to do that. I just want you to be sure. Truth is I don't like hurting people"
It was true, she really didn't. She would have much preferred that it was her being chained naked to the torture frame and whipped, begging and pleading for more and harsher punishment as she came almost continuously. Of course the rapidly healing lash marks on her back and buttocks testified to the popularity of that particular pastime in Sunnydale.
He paused for a moment before replying. "If you don't mind me saying that's a rather strange attitude for a dominatrix"
"You have a point" she conceded. It was also a weird attitude for the Slayer but then Buffy had never asked for any of this, prior to meeting Merrick she'd never even hit anyone. Being good at violence didn't mean you enjoyed it. She far preferred to make love not war. But she was being paid and had an obligation to give her client what he wanted. She just had to hear it from him one more time for her own peace of mind. "Are you sure?"
"Whip me until I bleed!" he ordered.
She shrugged then replaced his mask. And reached for her whip.
"Ok, Senator Edwards, if that's what you want. Aubergine. BEG ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES YOU LITTLE WORM!"
*
He rolled over and laid at her side, a huge grin on his face. She felt happy to lie beside him. She looked around his room, appreciating the tasteful decoration, so much nicer than what she was used to. In fact, a bit too tasteful.
"How was that for you?" he asked. She suppressed a giggle at such an obvious cliche. She half expected him to offer her a cigarette.
"Very gay" she answered candidly.
He sat bolt upright. "Wha...what do you mean? Didn't you...?"
"Oh yeah, twice in fact. Great in the orgasm front, no problem there. Just your technique, very gay. After a while in my profession you learn to recognise it"
"I'm not gay" he told her, sounding as though he was trying very hard to convince himself.
She shrugged. "Fine, Whatever, your life and no one has the right to tell you how to live it. But I've been with a lot of guys who have tried to convince themselves, their friends and their family that they're straight by being with a hooker. And they were all just like you"
"I have a girlfriend. YOU got me hard!" he protested.
"If you have a girlfriend why aren't you with her and not here with me? Plenty of gay men can have sex with women, some do it for years. Hell, I can come from sitting on the washing machine during the spin cycle, doesn't mean I'm attracted to machines. But when you were fucking me I could see you weren't thinking of me and I'm pretty sure I'm the hottest girl you know" she said the words without a hint of boasting, both knew it was true. "Besides I was in your bathroom and you've more cosmetics than I have which is quite something, believe me. And then there's this"
She reached under the bed and produced a clutch of 'Muscleman' magazines and a large hardback book, 'Broadway Musicals of the 1940's'.
He looked a little saddened but also hugely relieved. He lay back on the bed and she hugged him and rested her head on his shaven smooth chest. He idly toyed with her breasts as her hands explored his perfectly coiferred hair and impressive pecs. He obviously spent a lot of time at both the gym and the salon. Which wasn't really suprising when she thought about it.
She'd had quite a few still-in-the closet gay guys hire her to go to weddings and parties with them. She enjoyed it, able to live and dress more or less like a normal person for once. Much as she loved her new life a change was always welcome once in a while, whatever your profession.
Not just gay guys of course. A lot of socially inadequate straight guys too. Best part of that was when she insisted she shop for them first, replacing their appalling clothes with a more fashionable wardrobe and basically giving them a complete makeover, body and soul. She'd bumped into a few afterwards with new girlfriends on their arms and felt justly proud. She wondered if she could market it as a new reality show, 'Whore's eye for the hopeless straight guy'?
"What am I going to tell Grace?" he wondered aloud.
"Don't worry, she probably already suspects" she reassured him, remembering her time with Scott "Besides falling in love with a gay guy is a rite of passage for all women"
"Like being with a hooker for straight guys?" he replied.
"Something like that" she nodded.
*
You couldn't really call it a bikini. It really was just a collection of pink coloured dental floss with three tiny triangles of pink material just about big enough to cover her nipples and cunny. The whole thing was only really about the size of the area of Buffy's palm.
Still, she looked fabulous and her trick obviously approved. She smiled at him and wondered what was going to come next?
"Hop in the car" he told her "We're off to a beach party. My ex is going to be there and I want her to be jealous when I show up with the hottest chick in town"
She gazed at him, a little stunned at the ruthlessness of his artifice.
"Don't you just want a blow-job or to fuck me or something?" she inquired hopefully.
He shook his head "Maybe later, I want her to see you do it. I want revenge"
"What a creep!" she thought to herself but obediently followed him to the car.
*
"I'll be out in a second" Monica called. Buffy let herself in to the bedroom and began to undress. Monica never really cared much for lingerie or making Buffy dress up in outfits, she was just happy to have her naked.
Monica came in, slipping out of her dressing gown which she put on the back of the bedroom door. She walked over to Buffy and they embraced, taking the opportunity to rub their bodies against one another.
"You know, I've never even seen another girl like you, a model's build but with tits so huge and perfect" Monica pronounced in wonder as she fondled them, leading Buffy to the bed.
"Yours are nice too" Buffy smiled, teasing Monica's nipples between finger and thumb. They really were and this beautiful older women was a nice change from all the hard male bodies she was accustomed to. She collapsed on top of Monica atop the bed and after a few minutes of kissing and cuddling began to kiss her way down to her cunny, licking and probing adeptly with her tongue, provoking this hot milf to a storm of orgasm.
As she gave her a few minutes to recover she looked around the room. As always she'd taken down all the pictures of her husband and children. Buffy often had couples like the Kendall's who wanted a girl for their threesome but Monica was her only solo female client, a lesbian who'd fallen in love and married a man before she'd been able to admit to herself what she truly was. Whenever her husband and children were away she'd hire Buffy and spend the night sating her Sapphic impulses before returning to her regular life once more. Buffy guessed she didn't want to enter into a lesbian affair which might force her to choose between her lover and her spouse.
She worked her way back up to Monica's face and was met by a smile and a long probing kiss. They alternated between suckling on one another's breasts for a few minutes before Monica rotated herself 180 degrees and began lapping at Buffy's cunt, Buffy gleefully returning the favour. There really was nothing better than suckling on a wonderful pair of breasts or the sexy, salty taste of another woman's love juices.
Oh, yeah! Definitely some real advantages to the double-X chromosome!
*
He was awakened by a nurse adjusting his bedclothes.
"Just lay there Mr Dorian, I'll take care of you"
Through the medication it took him a few minutes to focus on her properly.
She was unlike any other nurse he'd ever seen outside the Benny Hill Show. Instead of the shapeless scrubs the others wore she had a tight white outfit that looked like it dated from some 50's soap opera. It almost totally displayed her immense breasts which strained to escape from the lacy white bra that visibly struggled to contain them. He blushed as her bosom actually rubbed against his face as she leaned over him!
Her skirt stopped a long way before her knees and as she bent over the bed he could glimpse her thighs, the tops of white stockings and suspenders clearly visible with a hint of skimpy white lace panties beyond them. Her face, framed by luxurious blonde curls was just as beautiful as her body. He noted her impractically long nails and the strong scent of expensive perfume.
It took him a full ten seconds to summon up the courage to say the obvious.
"You're not a real nurse, are you?"
Buffy giggled. She clambered onto the bed and knelt astride him, grinding her pelvis softly against his, directing one of his hands to her breasts, the other firmly gripping her pert ass.
"Your son sent me as a birthday present for you. He says he wants me to raise your blood pressure"
And sure enough she did.
*
"Hey Buffy, how are you doing girl?"
"Hey Lola. So-so. How are you doing?"
"Pretty good. Another week and I'll be ready for the op" Lola pointed to the miniskirt over his/her crotch.
Buffy reached for her handbag "You know if you need money I have more than I know what to do with...?"
"Thanks but no thanks sugar. This is something I have to do for my man and me, have to do myself"
A car pulled up, the trick inside surveying them both. Buffy, an amazingly beautiful, voluptuous young girl, utterly dressed to kill. Lola, a toweringly tall and very obvious transsexual with an incredibly trashy outfit. He beckoned Lola forwards and she blew Buffy a kiss as they drove off together.
Buffy shook her head in wonder. It took all sorts. She guessed that even with her skill with her strap-on and vast amounts of anal lube some guys just still wanted a chick with a dick?
*
The screams that brought her to the alley were overwhelmingly familiar to her. The vamp looked up as she raced towards him and cast his victim aside, adopting a fighting stance as he faced up with the Slayer.
She pulled the young girl to her feet and clamped her hand over her neck wound.
"RUN!" she told her, the girl racing off towards the street, not needing to be told twice.
"SLAYER!" the vamp hissed at her. She could see the fear in his eyes quite plainly. But he had no reason to be afraid.
Buffy held up her arm before him, offering her wrist to his mouth.
"Take me" she told him "Feed on me".
He hesitated for a second, unsure if this was a trick? Buffy suspected he was new in town, virtually all the vampires in Sunnydale knew of Joyce and Drusilla's offer to let them feed off the Slayer any time they wanted. The only rule was they weren't allowed to kill her, that would be too quick and merciful an end in their opinion. Weirdly, she'd always expected Spike to take advantage of the situation but he never had. In fact on the few occasions she's seen him since she'd starting hooking she almost thought he'd been making goo-goo eyes at her?
She didn't mind it. Her Slayer healing could always replace the blood she lost and if they were feeding on her they wouldn't be feeding on anyone else. In fact since she'd started hooking the murder rate in Sunnydale had gone markedly down. She didn't slay vampires any more but she still saved lives.
He bit greedily into her flesh and sucked like crazy, determined to make the most of this incredible gift he'd been offered. Buffy gave a sigh of acceptance and a soft moan of pain mixed with pleasure. She remembered how artfully Angel and Dracula had bitten her. This vamp lacked their subtlety but more than made up with it by way of enthusiasm.
He surprised her by withdrawing quickly but in the flash of an eye he had her in his arms and was biting her on the neck. She froze, utterly helpless, knowing he could kill her and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about.
She felt his hands begin to grope her, forcing her unresisting thighs apart and probing between them, ripping through the lace up front of her skimpy red leather dress and clutching harshly at her breasts.
He broke away from her neck and grinned at her, her blood still dripping from his fangs. "Like that do we Slayer?"
Buffy took stock. She felt lightheaded from the blood loss but her breath was already becoming shallower and slower. Her nipples were achingly hard and her cunny dripping like crazy. She found herself nodding, hoping that he wouldn't stop what he was doing.
With a howl of triumph he whirled her around and threw her face down over a nearby trash can. She felt her dress being hiked up and her scarlet lace panties being ripped away. She was on the verge of orgasm from his attentions even before he penetrated her and came like a train as he lanced his cock viciously inside her tight, moist cunny, her joy clearly audible to anyone in a 100 yard radius. She lay there limply for a while as she let him fuck her but soon found the orgasmic surge building within her once again, helped by his ruthless fondling of her plump titties as they rested atop the trash can lid. She began to thrust her hips backwards, eagerly meeting his frantic thrusting with her own. Secretly she liked fucking vamps, maybe because they reminded her of Angel but also she liked their cruelty and the sensation of warming their hard, cold cocks with her soft, warm body, it was just the most exquisite contrast she could imagine.
"Oh god yes, fuck me, don't stop, FUCK ME! PUMP THAT HARD COLD VAMPIRE COCK IN AND OUT OF MY HOT WET CUNT!" she begged "I'M A WHORE! I'M YOUR WHORE! USE ME LIKE ONE!"
He roared in delight as he fucked her, their combined noise attracting a dozen or more vamps to the scene. They laughed and whooped at the sight of Buffy's humiliation, calling out their encouragement to her conqueror.
"That's it, fuck the bitch! Do her like the whore she is!"
"Not so up yourself now, are you slut?"
"You like that Slayer? You like a big hard vampire cock FUCKING YOU LIKE A BITCH?"
"Ride her, ride the whore, she wants it, FUCK HER UP THE ASS! SHE'S GAGGING FOR IT!"
Well, he wasn't wrong there, Buffy admitted. She had no doubt that some vamp seriously fucking her ass would be on the agenda in the very near future.
The anticipation combined with their dirty talk thrust Buffy over the edge and she came again hard as the vamp shot his cold seed inside her. Without giving her even a second to recover the others swarmed around her, each impatient to take their turn, doing whatever they wished with the previously high and mighty Slayer.
*
"It's me"
"I'm over here"
She let herself in. He was in the shadows as ever. She had very little real idea what he looked like, they always met at night with the lights off. Obviously different from the handsome Marine in his dress uniform in the picture above the fireplace.
She had no idea what had happened to him, maybe a bomb, maybe an accident. Whatever, his deformities were appalling, he appeared barely human. It was something he never wished to talk about and she didn't blame him. It had taken a long time for her to overcome her instinctive revulsion at the touch of his horribly burned skin. But she knew that her time with him was one of the best things she'd ever done. Dru and Joyce had made her into a whore to punish her but to David she was the most wonderful thing in his life. When he was with Buffy he felt once more the touch of a woman, the illusion of love and affection. He felt human again, wanted and adored. Truth be told despite his grotesque appearance he showed much more humanity than many of Buffy's better looking clients.
She popped herself onto his lap and put her arms around him, showering him with kisses. She felt his one remaining arm reach up under her miniskirt and begin to caress her exquisite butt.
In the dark everyone was the same.
*
TBC in Chapter 4; Buffy the Alien Sex Slave Breeder (promise)
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