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Revenge Of The Slayer	By : christinaboone Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 12667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Set during Season Six after Tabula Rasa
"P-please baby, I'm so so sorry", sobbed Willow as she watched her girlfriend wrench her clothes from the wire hangers and slam them into her bags, her svelte form twisted by anger and disdain, but no amount of heartfelt pleas or cut price roses was going to help soothe the disgust that burnt away at Tara.
"I wish I could believe you Willow, I really do, but I've given you chance after chance and you just threw it all back in my face. Do you have any idea what it's like being controlled like that, being used by someone I thought loved me...", she roared as the zip on her suitcase closed with a growl to match it's owners.
"I DO love you", the redhead yelled through her cascade of salty tears.
"Quiet!", Tara snapped back as she hunted for her melon colored peasant blouse, "You have no idea what's it's like having my feelings traded like that, just so you wouldn't feel alone anymore, you stripped me of any self respect I had and you screwed me even though it wasn't really me. Just this picture perfect version that you wanted, you sicken me Willow!"
"I know, and I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to.."
"Yes you did", shouted back Tara as she ran her fingers through her tender locks with had a hitherto unseen streak of black parading through it.
"I'll do anything baby, just please don't leave me. I..I need you, please forgive me. I'll do ANYTHING!", the abusive witch begged as she wiped her tears on the sleeve of her shirt.
Tara stopped in her motions and a vindictive smirk wrapped itself around her sweet face, "Anything?"
"Yes, anything you say and I'll do it. Whatever it takes for you to forgive me"
"Forgiveness isn't an issue right now. You want to show me how sorry you really are? How you want to make amends by feeling how I felt? Then say these words", Tara said as she scribbled down an incantation on the back of the post it note she pulled from the door to remind them to pay the gas bill.
Handing it to Willow she bore deep into her girlfriend's guilty eyes with her own malevolent stare. She had enough of being the trodden upon creature that she had sworn, once she left the confines of her family's farm, would never be again. But Willow had stolen everything that she was for her own sexual gain, unbeknownst to the redhead, Tara had a nasty streak and Willow had crossed a line that seldom had been broached, not without severe consequences.
"Read it.....out loud", Tara said with an emotionless, robotic voice that chilled the very air of the bedroom which once held such joy and mirth.
"Ok...anything you say.....Inflatus Benecius Alea Fierno Cratus...", said Willow full of regret but as soon as the words left her glossy lips she was struck with an instant paralyzing wash that seared her very soul.
Her throat silenced, Willow felt strange, not like the time she drank the spiked egg nog at that sorority party, but this was a suffocating sensation that coursed over her skin as it hardened forcing her to lie back on the bed as her limbs straightened and solidified to an extent.
Willow was unable to move, unable to speak but fully capable of feeling every sensation rubbing against her thickening skin. Tara stood over the fallen and unflinching figure of her former lover and smiled as she watched every last inch of Willow's skin turn into latex, even her eyes sealed over and dulled the flame which once burnt so brightly.
"Nice sweetie, really nice. I always had a thing for latex you know but I was too shy to let you know about it, I've been wanting to play a game like this for a while but until now I couldn't bring myself to do it. You've brought all this upon yourself using me like that, so I thought that being a sex doll for a while may show you some humility", smiled Tara as she stripped the clothes from the mute woman whose panic flooded her empty shell of a body.
If Willow could open her lifeless eyes wider on her plasticized face she would have as she just lay there, nothing more than an inflatable plaything with which anyone could have their hedonistic way.
"I couldn't do this magick to you, you had to do it to yourself thereby binding your own powers. I can take it off quite simply but you need to know what it feels like to be under someone's else's control, what it's like to be used and, if the stories I've hear are true, what it's like to be traded much in the same way that you traded my love so you could use me as your own personal sex toy.", Tara sneered over the helpless latex creature whom she once held in such high esteem but now nothing but revenge was was on her mind.
Laying down the air filled love doll on the sofa she pushed the malleable beauty's legs wide apart showing the realistic tufts of blended hair shaped like a heart. All Willow could do was stare in silence through her lifeless pupils as Tara ran her hands all over the creaking silicone surface that was now her ex-girlfriend's skin. As supple as well moisturised skin and fully poseable Tara took her time to rub Willow's pussy which was unable to secrete any of her lady mucus.
"Don't worry sweetie, once you got some liquid in you you'll be able to lubricate from down there, I think you'll be able to hold a few gallons of pee, depends on who wants to use your mouth. But for now I just want a taste and....mmmmm, you taste almost real, damn I'm better than I thought", putted Tara as she lapped her wide tongue against the plastic folds of Willow's fundament.
As the blonde witch pressed her lips against the well formed creases that she knew so well, she couldn't help but giggle as Willow's clit popped out and inflated as well.
"I see you're still super sensitive down there, so are your nipples but don't worry, but that will only kick in when you're fully inflated as I wouldn't want to hurt you like that. Oh and there's a separate nozzle for your bust size, you just have to flip the cap off your nipples and give them a good blow", Tara said slowly as she squeezed Willow's right breast making her delirious with pleasure but in her voiceless, character void form she could do nothing but mentally writhe in the feelings.
"I think they can inflate up to a 44 GG, but don't worry it won't hurt you or anything, just give you a bigger surface area where you can get turned on by"
"You see Will I do still love you....in a way, but you need to know how I felt to be someone's puppet like that", said Tara as she picked up the feather light plasticized form of her lover round the waist and carried her off to the living room under her arm like Willow was mere property.
"He-he, they're going to have a field day with you teaching what it's like to be someone's toy. Don't worry, I'll come get you in two, three, maybe ten months or so, maybe longer, it depends on how long it takes you to learn some respect"", grinned Tara as Willow wept in silence. Tears for her betrayal of her love but also for what was in store, she never knew such malevolence existed in Tara's heart but she had pushed her and pushed her until the blonde had snapped.
Tara traced her thin hand over the latex breasts of Willow with a high pitched squeak before she pulled out the valve from the back of the redhead's neck and giggled as she watched her girlfriend deflate into a mass of wrinkled plastic. Willow wanted to scream and beg but, with her puffy red lips fixed in a permanent O position and her high reaching eyebrows giving a surprised expression, she knew she had no power and no way to communicate, she was at Tara's mercy and could see in her lovers dilating eyes that she had hurt Tara more than she had ever been and was going to pay for it in a fittingly ironic way.
Willow could feel the air rushing out of her as she sunk down into a flat and easily folded sheath of rubber, like she had shed her skin and left a perfect cocoon of herself. As Tara pushed the last of the air from her anguished lover she started to roll up the arms and legs and folded it so Willow's pretty visage rested face up on top of the coiled empty shell of her rubberized self, nestling amongst the saucy maid's uniform and fishnet stockings.
"Oh, nearly forgot", Tara chuckled as she slipped a puncture repair kit into the box and gave Willow one last rub of the cheek.
Writing a quick note of 'Happy Christmas' Tara slipped it onto the face of Willow and smiled as she closed the last fold of the box and taped it down leaving the redhead in darkness with nothing but her thoughts to torture her. Once she wrapped the indistinct box in plain brown paper, Tara took out a pen and wrote on the lid.
'To Faith Lehane, Stockton Correctional Facility'.
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