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🕑 Added 2016-12-28 12:58:08 +0000 UTC “Jesus Christ,” Buffy mumbled incoherently as Willow came around the bed. She was still fully fucking dressed, for God’s sake. And her strap-on… it was big. Bigger than Angel. Bigger than Spike, if she thought about Spike that way. It was so thick that even if Buffy weren’t an anal virgin, she couldn’t imagine enjoying it.But then, she couldn’t have imagined how excited she’d become from getting her ass whaled on either.
“You like it?” Willow asked. “I saw one just like it at Faith’s place. She actually offered to use it on me, but I’m not a bottom bitch like you. I wouldn’t enjoy it.” She broke into a smile. “Course, I don’t know if you will either—but I’ll sure enjoy watching you try. Why don’t you get it nice and wet first? I’m sure you’ve been around enough cocks to know it’s better to go in wet than dry. Maybe enough to like working your throat on a big dick. That, I’ll really enjoy watching. And the best part is, since I’m your mistress, I get it for free.”
***
Buffy blushed at the idea this could be a turn-on for her. Willow’s strap-on drew her like a magnet would draw iron. She hated herself for the flush of arousal that went through her, mindlessly feeding on her heightened emotions, her own shame and terror that bordered far too closely on excitement. There was no denying that part of her was enjoying this. That her body was responding in ways she couldn’t even imagine, her pussy frothing over, her juices leaking down her inner thighs.
Kneeling in front of her, Willow grabbed her by her hair, by the straps of her ring gag. “Suck, Buffy,” she whispered insistently. “Don’t stop until I tell you you’re done.”
Buffy cringed at the force of Willow’s authority. She couldn’t deny her. Willow was too commanding for Buffy to even think of doing that. And the threat of the whip on her ass again was more than enough to make her want to obey.
“I’ll suck it, I’ll suck it!” Buffy promised, moaning pitiably between words, the two sounds equally garbled by the gag she wore. “Don’t whip me again, just let me suck it!”
Licking her lips as best she could with the harsh metal apparatus distorting them, Buffy lowered her mouth toward Willow’s offered prick, knowing that as soon as she moved that miniscule but willing amount, Willow would jam it into her helplessly exposed mouth. Still, she submitted.
But just as she reached out, Willow grabbed the fat strap-on by its base, pulled it out of the way, and slapped Buffy with it. Buffy mindlessly tried again to get the dildo between her lips. Willow pulled it just out of reach and slapped Buffy on her other cheek.
“Why are you doing this?” Buffy warbled. Her eyes were thick with tears, her mascara now demolished, thick streaks of it marking her cheeks like warpaint. “Either let me suck it or take it away!”
“I’m the mistress here.” Willow’s voice was utterly unlike Buffy had ever heard it; cold and menacing.
She felt shivers of dread running over her spine. She knew in an instant that she wasn’t just a victim, someone who was being attacked. She was a sex slave. This, Willow intended to be her life.
“You didn’t say please,” Willow added condescendingly. “It’s like you don’t even get how special you are to get to suck on Mistress’s cock.”
Don’t obey her! A voice in Buffy’s head called out. Resist her! She’ll give up after a while. She’ll figure out you don’t want this, you don’t want this, you don’t want this—
As if rebuking that nameless voice, Willow grabbed Buffy by the ponytail, jerked her up as high as the posture collar would allow, and delivered a stinging slap to her face. It was so hard that Buffy could feel the straps of her gag biting into her skin with the force—of being bitch-slapped—behind it.
And Willow slapped her again, and again, and again, making her face burn as hot as her ass was, bringing a fresh cloudburst of tears from her eyes. She could feel her nose clogging with snot as her sobbing grew, no matter how she restrained it, the sobs shaking in her chest when she wouldn’t let them out. She could barely hold it in. She could barely do anything that Willow hadn’t told her to do.
“Please!” Buffy said, her voice so distorted it was like her mouth was full of marbles. She had to enunciate every last letter to make herself understood, and she still slurred her words like a heavyweight boxer at the end of twelve rounds. “Pwea’e, pwea’e!”
“Please what?” Willow demanded, imperious, wicked and delighted in her wickedness.
“Pwea’e le’me sukk!”
For a moment, Willow was motionless. Does she realize? Buffy wondered desperately. Does she get I’m not some anal whore lesbian? (I’m not I’m not I’m not)
“Buffy…” Willow said gently, her commanding voice disappearing from her. “You really are a submissive. You just… you’re letting herself be so totally broken. You sweet, sweet sweetie…” She reached over to Buffy’s bedside, ripping a Kleenex from the box—wiped a corner of it under Buffy’s nostrils, then held the mass against her nose. “Blow. C’mon, snookums. Then I can fuck your face.”
Obediently, Buffy blew. Willow waited until she was done, then wiped her nose again, wadded up the tissue, and threw it away.
“Okay then,” Willow said, smiling brightly. “Wow, my panties are soaked… I could just slap that pretty little face all day and it’d be better than my massaging showerhead! But, I really wanna take your anal virginity before your mom gets home, so c’mon now. Eat my cock. Show me just how much you love being my little suckbunny.”
Buffy swallowed hard and managed to bow her head again. This time Willow lifted her long, full cock up to her, and Buffy succeeded in getting the knobby end into her mouth. She thought she could smell Willow’s arousal on the far end, suffusing the long shaft, transmitting itself directly to her taste buds. It didn’t… taste… bad…
Buffy couldn’t see what happened, but she heard. The leather strap singing through the air, the dull thunk as it landed on naked flesh, her own gagging as she tried to scream through the dildo. Then, half-disassociated, she felt the flaming line drawn across her ass.
“Don’t just hold it in your mouth like a Jolly Rancher, silly,” Willow said, just teasing her now. “Suck on it.”
Buffy sucked as hard as she could, lips caressing and stroking along the shaft as if it were real—and remembering Joyce. She just had to hold out until her mom got home. Then Willow would stop. She just had to go along with this until then...
Her teeth lightly scored the sides of Willow’s strap-on. A hard yank on her hair instantly stopped her.
“No teeth!” Willow hissed out. “If you so much as nibble on my wonderful strap-on with your teeth, I’ll take you over my knee and paddle your ass until it turns purple!”
Buffy nodded, her head bobbing in sudden fear. She didn’t doubt Willow’s intentions for a single instant. She would do exactly what she said. Buffy went back to sucking on the strap-on, making damned sure that her teeth never came close to touching it.
Licking and kissing, she moved up to the tip of the strap-on. Her tongue toyed with the huge knob and then she pulled the entire head into her mouth. Cradling it with her tongue, she went down on the strap-on all the way. The silicone tip bounced off the roof of her mouth and rattled all the way down her throat.
“That’s good,” Willow said. “That’s just what your ass is going to be doing five minutes from now.”
Buffy almost gagged until she relaxed enough to take the prick into her gullet. Nose pressing hard into Willow’s wiry red pubes, she swallowed a few times and then began to back away. She had to breathe, didn’t she?
“Not yet,” Willow said, palming the top of Buffy’s head with her hand. “I like this! I like the sound of your throat around my cock. A few more minutes.”
Minutes? Something screamed inside Buffy. I can’t take it that long! I’ll pass out! She’ll kill me!
Willow circled the leather strap around the back of Buffy’s neck and held onto either end, holding her down on the strap-on. Buffy hardly knew what was happening anymore. The lack of air had begun to work on her. She was giddy, swaying back and forth. She finally sank into Willow’s lap, not even knowing what was happening to her.
All she heard were the wet gulps of Willow pulling the strap-on out of her throat.
***
Willow circled back around behind Buffy, barely able to wait to see that tiny asshole stretch around her big fat strap-on, but knowing she had to be a little patient. Go a little slow. If she wanted Buffy to enjoy this as much as she had being whipped and throated, Willow had to really draw the sodomy out. Which would be plenty easy on the eyes.
Buffy’s ass was satin-smooth as Willow clutched it in her palms. The redhead used her thumbs, gently spreading the soft cheeks apart to see an unblemished white where the curvature of her bottom had protected the inner flesh from her strap. Excitedly gnawing her lower lip, Willow’s eyes feasted on the pink blossom of Buffy’s anus, completely captivated by how tightly it was puckered.
Trembling with anticipation, she pressed the saliva-smeared end of her strap-on against the tiny opening. A savory grin spread across her face. The thought of sodomizing a submissive Buffy was beyond her wildest dreams, but she knew Buffy wouldn’t be satisfied unless she did this. Unless she used her slave to the furthest extent her body would allow.
The excitement was almost more than she could stand as she firmly grasped the semiconscious Buffy’s hips. She hoped it wouldn’t hurt Buffy too much—though if Buffy were as much a sub as she seemed, the pain would all be part of the fun!
***
Something very warm and very wet was rubbing up between her thighs. Buffy could feel the backs of her knees being touched by Willow’s legs. Her ass… she could tell… she could feel the strap-on rubbing up there, slithering up between her legs. There was nothing she could do about it!
“Oh God, God!”
Willow’s fingertips tightened around her hips. Then Buffy felt one hand move down, spreading her cheeks apart for the strap-on. She jerked her thighs, trying to bring her buttocks together, but she received a hard clap on the ass for her efforts.
“Try that again,” Willow hissed, “and I’ll make you clean it off just like you got it ready.”
Buffy paused, panting, not sure whether to resist or to once more give in to Willow. Where the hell was Joyce? Of all the nights for her to stay out late and give Buffy the house to herself…
Then she felt that so-slick head wedging up into her valley, touching her virgin asshole.
Willow grunted, panting while adjusting her position behind Buffy. Her hold tightened. Then the pressure against Buffy’s anus increased, Willow’s knees pressing harder into the backs of her legs.
Buffy grunted, her head snapping back, her eyes cinching tightly while another whimpering cry escaped the gag. “Uhhhn…”
The pressure turned to an agonizing pain as the blunt head of the strap-on pressed down and in. Buffy screamed louder, her body shaking violently—it felt like the rim of her anus was being driven into her bowels!
“Take it, BUffy, take it all!”
The pressure against her rectum relaxed only for a moment, then heightened as Willow braced the dildo, holding it rigid against Buffy’s ass. With a groan of defeat, Buffy let her muscles relax and sagged in her bonds, feeling that huge mass of cold, lifeless material squeezing past her previously inviolate gate.
“Yagggghhhhhh!” she howled.
In a second, the big cockhead was past her sphincter, burrowing into her bowels. Buffy bounced savagely in her bonds, her breasts slapping moistly against the bed while her belly bowed out from the tension in her ass.
Willow dropped one hand from her hip. Buffy felt it slide up, up between her legs. To her clit. She was squeezing it, pinching it while driving more of her strap-on into Buffy’s rectum. Buffy squirmed, moving her ass back toward Willow’s belly. Gradually, the pain that had torn through her ass was turning into something else. Her asshole was stretching to accommodate that huge strap-on.
“Yeah, slave, that’s it. Relax and take it. Yeah, I knew you’d like it once I got it in,” Willow whispered, stroking Buffy’s clit almost sweetly, pushing yet another inch into her anus. “Only seven more inches to go!”
Buffy closed her eyes and wept, shamed, degraded. And she knew there was more, much more to come before it was over.
***
Leaning forward, pleased with the soft moans coming from Buffy’s oh-so-recently violated throat, Willow could feel the Slayer’s ass squirming back against her, eager to receive the strap-on she herself had thoroughly lubricated. Pushing forward, that slippery lube aided the entry into Buffy’s nearly invisible hole.
“Ooooooooooh, God!” Buffy sobbed, turning desperate with the bloated head of the strap-on popping inside of her. “No, don’t, it’s too big! Too big!”
“Then get bigger!” Willow said mercilessly, a thrill rippling through her body. Buffy was screaming just like before, when she’d enjoyed the whipping so much. Elated by the knowledge that Buffy wanted it as badly as she did, Willow remained perfectly motionless, letting Buffy’s ass get used to accommodating the thickened penetration.
But as she tried to hold still, her hands worked without her, moving on animal lust, drawing Buffy a bit harder back to her so the strap-on went deeper into her cruelly stretched asshole.
“Aaaaaaaahhh!” Buffy shrieked. “Please, Willow, I can’t take it!”
Willow tried to hold back, but Buffy was practically begging her, playing the part of the submissive to the hilt. It was only fitting that Willow give Buffy her hilt in turn. She pushed forward inches at a time. Her only concession to Buffy’s brutal discomfort was to take time to savor Buffy’s asshole being pulled taut around her strap-on.
“Please, take it easy!” Buffy whimpered, biting her lip to keep from screaming.
Still trying in vain to hold back, to go slower, Willow continued pressing forward… forward… “I’ve waited long enough!” she sneered.
Finally pulling back slightly, Willow paused for a moment before ramming the length of her enormous strap-on the rest of the way into Buffy’s incredibly stretched anus. She could’ve sworn she felt Buffy’s inner muscles contracting tightly around the dildo’s shaft, gripping it like a glove that was too small.
Grasping Buffy’s hips in her hands, Willow gave a final lunge and every last inch of her strap-on lay hotly buried inside of Buffy’s asshole. The back of Buffy’s muscular thighs were pressed against the burning flesh of her upper legs.
Moving her hands from those womanly hips, Willow reached underneath her slave and grasped the full tits she’d gazed on lovingly so many times, holding Buffy’s back against herself so her friend couldn’t escape from her skewering cock even if she wanted to. From the soft moans of joy that were coming from Buffy’s lips as she held her bent body, Willow didn’t think she wanted to get away very badly.
After resting for a few moments, letting her bestie luxuriate in the tight hotness within her sweet asshole, Willow slowly pulled back until only her cockhead remained inside. Then, thrusting the abused shaft back in, she felt something better than the sublime sensations of intense joy streaking up the length of a tightly nestled erection. She felt the quakes going through Buffy’s body as her best friend orgasmed.
Again she repeated the performance, striking bottom once more in Buffy’s hopelessly impaled bottom. “Tell me how much you like it,” she panted. Before Buffy had a chance to do as she asked, she lunged into her again, her strap-on a fiery shaft at the core of Buffy’s being. “Show me how much you like it and fuck that sweet ass onto my dick.”
“Oh… God… it feels good!” Buffy sobbed, her face now one solid mask of smeared mascara, as if she’d rubbed it down with black paint.
Pumping rhythmically into Buffy’s wiggling ass, the pleasure Willow felt rubbing into her at the base of her strap-on mounted with every thrust. Buffy’s passionate whimpers only added to her joy. I’m really making her feel it! she thought happily.
***
“Nice, Buffy, that’s real nice… doesn’t it feel good having your ass so nice and wide?”
“It… it hurts!” Buffy gasped, her head tossing from side to side within the confines of the collar, tangles of her blonde hair splashing over her shoulder.
The wooden frame of her bed creaked dangerously, straining as Buffy’s body whipped about trying to hold in the pain. Willow’s fat cockhead was sinking into her ass, making her belly swell, sending painful cramps shooting up and down her thighs.
Willow returned her free hand to Buffy’s clit, finding it expectedly fat and erect. She tickled it like a favorite pet. “Ohhh, you’re so nice and hot down there, Buff. I know you can’t touch it yourself with your hands all locked up, but—what are friends for?”
Her fingertip seemed to burrow into the engorged heft of Buffy’s clit, pinning it against the bone. Buffy snapped her head back, sucking in another shuddering lungful of air, tugging against the chains that restrained her. They whined along with the bed, but wouldn’t break. There was nothing she could do about this except scream out her pain and degradation!
Willow stopped, pausing for a moment, catching her breath as Buffy wordlessly begged to stop being hurt. Then Willow was pulling back, reversing the action, making Buffy feel as if some awful mouth were sucking hard at her asshole.
Buffy’s face blanched as she pulled and yanked at her restraints. It had the shameful feel of releasing her bowels, embarrassing herself like a hapless child. Her body was doing all sorts of strange things as Willow slid her strap-on farther and farther out of her ass, fingers still plucking Buffy’s clit like a guitar string.
“I can feel it throbbing between my fingers,” Willow sighed. “You’re almost there. Almost there, Buff.”
She stopped just as her cockhead was popping out from Buffy’s tightening sphincter. Buffy closed her eyes and shoved back, instinctively trying to get rid of the hateful intrusion. Nothing worked!
The pause this time was shorter than the last. Again came Willow’s grunting satisfaction, her fingers tightening around Buffy’s hipbone, as she squeezed herself into Buffy’s asshole once again, free hand strumming on Buffy’s painfully tense clit throughout the procedure.
Buffy opened her mouth to beg for mercy, but she was voiceless. Always another inch of Willow’s fat strap-on chugging into her resisting anus, her words turning into nothing more than shuddering groans. Sweat coated her body, making her smooth flesh shine against the guttering candlelight. They were burning out. How long had she and Willow been at this that they were burning out?
Two fingertips, soft in a horribly insubstantial way, denying Buffy the firmness of calluses, of her own experienced fingers on her own familiar clit. But they still felt so good…
“Uhhhh—“
Willow smiled. “Come for me, baby, come for your mistress.”
The sliding action was repeated, faster the third time, and even faster the fourth. Willow was panting against the back of her neck now, at times biting her flesh, licking behind her ear while giving Buffy her strap-on harder and faster.
Three fingers on her clit, long and wicked, dragging every whorl and knuckle and drops of sweat and shards of bone over a place that was pure sensitivity.
“Uhhhhhh!”
Her eyes glazed with lust and rolled up into her head while her nostrils flared with wheezing breaths. Buffy felt her asshole stretch to the tearing point as Willow’s strap-on filled her anus with vulgar thrills, concentrated them all into her brimming passage.
“I don’t wanna come!” she gurgled, her own pitched voice and Willow’s prying gag rendering her words into mush. She jerked her body around, hearing the rattling sound of her chains striking their supports. And somewhere deep inside, Buffy realized she was hunching her ass back and forth in fast strokes. “Please, just don’t make me come! Fuck me, sodomize me, I don’t care, but don’t make me come! Don’t make me enjoy it!”
“Oh, Buffy,” Willow sighed, grinding the heel of her hand into Buffy’s clit, already pregnant with sensation. “You have no idea how much it turns me on when you pretend you don’t like this.”
Buffy let out a high-pitched scream as Willow shoved the dildo into her ass deeper than it had ever been.
She thought she felt the heat of fresh tears racing down her cheeks, searing her skin.
She thought she came. She thought she squirted. But mostly, she just hurt.
But when the sweet relief of Willow pulling the strap-on out came, she just about climaxed again. It hurt too.
It hurt so good…
Willow was unbuckling straps, skinning the harness down her slim thighs. “Okay, Buff, I hope you enjoyed that. Now it’s my turn.”
