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Pleasures of the Flesh	By : moridinhentai Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 7718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy:the vampire slayer, Vampire:the masquerade or Ultraviolet, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Part 6
Several nights passed. In each one of them Violet went to the dungeon and was greeted by her two joyful slaves. They always met her in submissive positions, with their heads on the ground and their asses up until their mistress addressed them. Violet would normally sculpt the flesh of one of the Slayers, giving her features of supernatural creatures, while keeping the other human. Each night she’d try to graft different things to her subject, like swan wings to make an angel, or the lower body of a horse to make a centaur (horse penis included). Then she’d order the two Slayers to fuck each other (and they were so eager to do that) while videotaping them. After that, she’d finally feed her slaves. Both of them would suck on her hard cock until she came, and Violet made sure that they shared her cum equally between them, spanking the one who tried to swallow more than her rightful share. Then she’d revert the alterations she had made with Vicissitude, turning the Slayers back to their original human forms at the end of the night.
One night, Violet entered the dungeon but she didn’t alter the Slayers. She had blood tears in her eyes and the two slaves were quite distressed at that sign of sadness from her mistress.
“My little pretties. I enjoyed so much being with you, making you see the true ways you were just sinful sluts, but I fear this will be our final night together. I have finally sold you two in exchange for a service that’s very important to me. Follow me, my pretties”. It was a sign of how well they were trained that the Slayers didn’t question her mistress anymore, nor showed how much they wanted to remain with her. They just followed silently her mistress upstairs, finding themselves in the kitchen of an ordinary suburban house.
Violet proceeded to leash her slaves with a fine golden chain that led to rings in her middle fingers. The chains seemed very fragile and wouldn’t stop an ordinary human from escaping, much less a Slayer, but the slaves always followed their mistress’ lead, for they were bound by much stronger chains in their minds.
The vampiress led her two slaves outside into the cold night of Sunnydale, into a black limousine parked in front of the house. The house was indeed in the suburbs of Sunnydale, not far away from Buffy’s house, but the slave once known as Buffy Summers held no thought about escaping. She only wanted to serve her mistress, and kept thinking to herself whether there was a way to keep from being given to another.
The black limousine was driven by what seemed like an ordinary black man, who drove it away from Sunnydale and into the highway. Four hours passed inside the limo with the only sounds being the occasional whimper of one of the slaves, hungry for semen or pleasure, but those were quickly shushed by Violet, who only looked at the window, her mind seemingly being in another world.
After hours of travel, the limousine got off the highway and entered the city of Los Angeles, going into the parking lot of a big business building. The vampiress and her slaves left the limousine and entered the elevator. Buffy noticed that the place was deserted, both the parking lot and the building, with no living (or undead) soul in sight. The trio entered a room in the 21^st floor of the building, a richly furnished meeting room, but with only two chairs, facing each other. There were already two people in the room, both men, one sitting in one of the chairs, the other standing behind him. Both wore Guy Fawkes masks to cover their faces, wearing black tuxedos. The one sitting seemed to be older, from his graying hair, probably in his middle ages, while the one standing immediately made Buffy and Faith alert, as he had a dangerous poise even though he seemed relaxed, like a panther or lion lazily lying in the middle of the day.
Violet seated herself in the other chair and faced the man in front of her.
“So you’re the one called Ripper, right? What an original name. Miles from Wolfram and Hart said you could give me what I want”.
“Passage to another world” the sitting man, Ripper, said. His voice seemed familiar to Buffy somehow, like she heard it in a dream long ago. “Yes, I could provide you with that. But first give me the slaves”.
“Not so fast, old man” Violet said. “I want proof first of what you can do for me. It was not easy capturing and taming these two. I’ll not give them easily, especially because I came to enjoy playing with them so much. Also, remember that these two are Slayers, and they follow my every command. So I could order them to kill the both of you with the flicker of my hand” Violet opened her hands when saying that, loosening the leash on her slaves and allowing them to snarl at the sitting man who had been so rude to their mistress.
“Ok, Ok, no need to get violent” Ripper said. He then took a small book from inside his tuxedo, reading some parts of it while making gestures with his other hand. Buffy noticed something shiny in that hand, and was surprised to see a small diamond there. Soon, the place behind the men started to shimmer, until suddenly an oval vertical portal appeared behind them, like a window into another place, some kind of abandoned building with some graffiti written on it. The graffiti read “Fuck the Toreador prince in her ass. Anarchists rule!LOL!”.
“That’s … that’s the L.A. in my world?” Violet asked, extending her hand towards the portal. Buffy noticed by the tone of mistress’ voice that she was indeed surprised.
“Indeed it is. So, is it a deal?” Ripper asked.
“Yes, it is. My pretties, stay put”. Violet took off the ring in her middle fingers and gave each one to one of the men. Then she got near the portal, staring at the other side with intense curiosity.
The men put the rings in their fingers and then tried to take the slaves away with them, but they didn’t move from their places, staring with sad faces at their mistress.
“Oh yes, I forgot to say. They won’t obey anyone but me. And I want to take them with me. So, pretties, kill these men” Violet ordered while rushing towards the portal.
The two slaves then lunged against the men, Buffy tackling the standing one while Faith attacked the sitting one, both of them taking the men to the ground. Ripper then shouted.
“Willow, now!”
A female voice from outside the room then started chanting in a language that sounded a lot like Latin. The voice sounded familiar to Buffy, but she was too busy attacking the younger man to try to place it in her memories.
“Varanda lux entrum” the female voice shouted.
And then Buffy heard a horrible scream.
The portal to another world had changed. It not only allowed people to see what was in the other dimension, but now it allowed the reverse as well. People on the other side could see what was happening in Buffy’s dimension. And that could only happen if light came from one side to the other. Normally this wouldn’t be remarkable at all. Except that it was daytime in Violet’s dimension, something that was masked before due to the one-way only nature of the portal.
Violet tried to shield her face from the sunlight, but her arms soon burned to ash. She screamed and screamed, as the sun’s rays torched her. Her pale skin, weaker against sunlight than most Cainites made her especially vulnerable. In a matter of seconds there was no more vampire in the room, but only a pile of ashes.
Both Slayers looked aghast at what happened to their mistress, shouting as well in terror. Faith left Ripper on the floor and tried to cover her mistress, but it was too late when she came near the portal. Buffy as well left her opponent and joined her fellow slave, both weeping at the ashes that used to be their mistress.
“Is everyone OK?” the man who had fought Buffy asked.
“Only some bruises, but I think I’m going to be fine” Ripper answered. They both took their masks, and Buffy could almost recognize their faces, but she didn’t concentrate much on it. She was sobbing uncontrollably, all her world had been burned to ashes in a matter of seconds.
A young redhead woman entered the room. She picked the little book Ripper had dropped and made the same ritual he had done, but this time the portal closed, leaving the room darker. After the sunlight had disappeared, the younger man in the room moved towards Buffy, hugging her. “Buffy, it’s me, Angel. Don’t you recognize me?”
Others came into the room, two young men, one dark haired and the other red haired. All of them tried to talk with the slaves, asking if they remembered them. The slaves didn’t answer, still sobbing and mourning their mistress.
“What happened to them, Giles?” Angel asked the one who had named himself Ripper before. “Why don’t they recognize us?”
“Who can guess what kind of tortures they went through” Giles/Ripper answered, while putting on glasses. “I don’t know what can be done to help them in this state” he said, with a very sad tone to his voice, like if he had lost a daughter.
“I think I can help” the redhead girl said. “I know you said I shouldn’t dabble with magic, Giles, but I think I discovered a spell that could help Buffy and Faith forget about this incident. It’s called Tabula Rasa”.
“That spell is very dangerous, Willow. It could wipe the memory of everyone in this room if made improperly” Giles said.
“Frankly, I don’t think that’s a bug in this case guys” the young man whom the others referred to as Xander said. “I think it’s a feature”.
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