Buffy update

"I'm going to check your breasts," Joyce said, moving her hands around Buffy’s back until she could heft her perfect globes.

Buffy felt a tingle all the way to the nape of her neck when Joyce’s hands gently palmed her big, firm tits.

"Any pain?" Joyce asked quietly.

"No," Buffy answered in a little girl voice.

Her fingers found Buffy’s nipples and stroked them a few times. Joyce was amazed at how quickly they erected. She heard her daughter give a little grunt. Joyce stroked them a little more, unable to stop herself.

"Okay, Buffy, I’m going to take you up on your offer now.”

From behind, it looked like Buffy supported herself on her arms over the bed, the perfect moons of her bottom thrust enticingly backward. What a beautiful butt the girl had. Joyce stroked her hands tenderly over her asscheeks and down the back of her thighs.

"I'm looking for bruises," she said in a low voice, then ran her fingertips up and down the cleft of her buttocks. Buffy was delicious, irresistible, and Joyce couldn't stop touching her. Her hands trembled as she parted her buttocks. 

"Relax," she said when Buffy tensed, and she did, letting Joyce separate the cheeks and look between. Her anus was a tiny vermilion-pink dimple, almost smooth and perfect like the rest of her. Joyce touched the dry sphincter and saw it twitch defensively.

“Wait, mom, please, not there!” Buffy begged, remembering how Joyce’s ass had taken the dildo—just taken and taken it like nothing else. She didn’t know how her mom had enjoyed such an experience, but she knew she wouldn’t even be able to stand it.

“Why not?” Joyce asked, lovingly rounding her finger across the wrinkles of Buffy’s anus. So amazing, the texture of an asshole, the final flourishes before actually entering the pressure of a woman’s most private place. “Didn’t I let you fuck my ass? Which is your owner’s ass, by the way. In the scene, that is one incredible favor. And now you’re denying me your slave ass?” Joyce tutted disapprovingly. “Buffy, I don’t understand. I know that Willow was rough with you… so surely your backdoor is good and loose now.”

Buffy slumped in her bonds, feeling her embarrassment mount as the whole sordid story erected itself in her mind. She would have to tell all of it. Joyce was her mother and her mistress. No matter how humiliating it was, Buffy would have to go over it all.

She told Joyce everything. The tests Willow had done. The thirty-three minutes it took for her to heal utterly from the most savage damage done to her anus, if not her pride and confidence. The virgin tightness that her asshole would return to, time and time again. “It’s my stupid slayer healing. I can’t help it!”

For a moment, Joyce was speechless. Then, complete disbelief in her tone, she said “I can’t believe it. That’s too fantastical, even for me. And even if it was true, it could just have been a fluke. With all you’ve told me about Willow, I wouldn’t trust her one bit.”

Buffy flushed with anger. She knew it wasn’t her mom’s fault, that it was all misdirected rage over reliving what had happened to her at Willow’s hands, but she still blurted out “If you don’t believe me, why don’t you just see for yourself?”

She regretted her words immediately.

Inserting her thumbs into the valley between her buttocks, Joyce pulled her ass-cheeks apart again, looking intently at the tiny puckered hole of Buffy’s tight little anus. She could see it shrivel up against the cool air, and she knew that there, if nowhere else, Buffy was still a virgin. Her rectum looked as cherry as could be. 

Anointing her index finger with the lubricant from the bottle, Joyce slid it gently into her rectum, feeling her warmth close around the digit, gripping the digit. 

Buffy’s asshole clenched at Joyce’s finger, hoping to prevent the penetration and the full, shameful sensation it would bring, but she couldn’t. Her ears burning with the shame and humiliation of it all, she felt her rectum being entered further and further. By her mom! She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she was an adult, soon to be graduating high school, and yet her mother was… just as if she were a small child, to be totally manhandled and submissive…

Joyce drew her finger almost all the way out, then pushed in again, then out and in. "Oh Buffy, your ass is really tight," Joyce said ambiguously. “It feels like a virgin’s! Which, of course, you aren’t…”

Her voice quietly quavering, Buffy replied “Now that we know I’m not lying, can you… could you please take your finger out of my ass?”

“Nonsense, Buffy. This proves nothing. I still have to give your ass a good stretch.”

Buffy felt chills of wild sensations shoot up to the back of her neck and reflexively she pushed her anus back to engulf the intruding digit. It felt strange, but good. How could it feel good? There must be something wrong with her. Joyce kept up her gentle thrusting in and out, and Buffy felt herself loosing conscious control of her actions. Her hips began moving as she felt her pussy begin to tingle and moisten. Yes, there was something wrong with her. She was enjoying this intimate examination and she shouldn't be. Her ass continued with its involuntary shuttling motion, her flesh grabbing at Joyce’s finger.

“Wait the thirty-three minutes. Verify your ass has returned to its virgin state. Only then will I know you haven't been lying."

She held Buffy's buttocks apart with the fingers of one hand while she trailed the middle finger of the other lightly up and down her still palpitating slit, lubricating it in Buffy’s unmentioned but quite abundant arousal. Then she rested that finger lightly against the puckered brown hole, waited a moment.

And pushed against it, letting her finger slide in beside its neighbor as deeply as she could in one thrust.

Buffy was suddenly wrenched from her dream-like state and cast into the world of painful reality. She had never expected anything like this, and the swiftness of it took her completely by surprise. She stiffened her entire body as a wave of pain engulfed her, and she opened her mouth to scream.

No sound came out, though. The only sound she heard was her own voice crying out in her mind, making her think that she was screaming. She gasped then, her breath rasping between her teeth and filling her lungs...

And then the pain was gone! Just as suddenly as it had appeared, making her think that a red-hot poker had been forced up her ass, her rectal muscles accommodated themselves to the thick invasion of Joyce's fingers, and she was left with the strangely wonderful sensation of two fingers in her ass.

When Joyce began to pull them out, she actually experienced a feeling of regret, and this time, when Joyce thrust it in again, she relaxed her ass muscles, letting the finger slide in painlessly. It was... it was something like when Willow thrust her finger up her ass while she was being fucked in her cunt, and...

But this wasn't Willow doing this to her. This was her mother! And she was sticking her finger into Buffy’s nakedly squirming ass!

But what bothered her the most was the fact that she actually liked it! She enjoyed the fact that she was being caressed and massaged nakedly. The mere thought that Joyce was her mother titillated her. Her thoughts were broken as Joyce jammed her fingers in further up the tight crevice of her ass, making it wider, stretching it. This time, Buffy couldn't help but scream out in pain.

"AAAAAAAGGGG GGHHHHHH..."

The shrillness of her yelling actually frightened Joyce some. She knew her daughter would be tight there, but not that tight. Maybe she had been wrong to think that she could fuck her there.

But then, she had to believe that her Buffy could take it.

And even as she thought this, the pain began to evaporate for Buffy, leaving her once more with the delight of having her ass filled and stretched. And the shame of enjoying it so.

“Are you done yet?” she asked, her voice trembling so hard she didn’t know if Joyce even understood her, just the questioning pain in her tone. 

“Not yet, baby.” She was going to go through with it, and this time she wasn't going to stop no matter how much Buffy screamed. She remembered then the first time she had fucked a woman in the ass... how she had screamed and thrashed for a little while until her rectum stretched enough to adjust itself to the thickness of her massive strap-on. Buffy's passage would do the same. She might not know what kind of blinding pain she was in for, but Joyce was certain that as long as she continued fucking her there, Buffy would come around.

“But mom, surely it’s enough now! Please?”

“Yes, this may be it,” Joyce said with an almost sadistic grin.

She rammed and prodded her fingers into Buffy’s shuddering passage, sending stinging shafts of pain through Buffy's body for a moment, which were followed by the delightful sensation of her fingers there. Buffy caught herself, determined that she would go through with this. There were plenty of things in her life she had never thought she would like, including being the Slayer. Why not go on and try to learn something new again? 

Finally, Joyce drew her fingers free of her anal grip while Buffy gave a tremulous sigh. “Okay, all done now. I think I gave your ass a nice gape.”

“Uh, thanks, mom. Can you untie me now?” Buffy didn’t know what she could do to assuage the soreness deep in her ass, but it could only help to be out of this demeaning position.

“No can do, Buffy. Remember the thirty-three minutes?”

Buffy choked out a yes. Joyce gently stroked her head, wiping her damp fingers in Buffy’s hair.

“You’ve been a good slave girl, Buffy.”

Buffy felt a little better, being praised like that. Joyce left the room, returning in mere seconds. She set down an egg timer in front of Buffy’s face. The display read 33:00. A touch of Joyce’s finger—so like how it had begun its entry into Buffy’s ass—started it counting down.

Now gathering up her clothes, Joyce let out a long, satisfied sigh, as if she’d just finished moving them into a new house. “Call me when your ass is ready. I think I’ll get a quick shower. You’re a very messy girl, Buffy. I should’ve known being your mistress would mean even more cleaning up after you.”

For a minute after Joyce left, Buffy just watched the timer ticking down. It seemed impossible that she could sort out the scattered, yet tangled remnants of all she had felt over the past few days, but eventually she endeavored to try and sort herself out, from her first violation by Willow to whatever this was she now had with her mother.

She first thought of how Joyce had lovingly stroked her hair. That small gesture had given her an immeasurable amount of comfort. Willow had never done that. She only took and took. But Joyce actually cared about her. Having her as her owner might not be so bad.

Buffy was still grossed out and humiliated by all that had happened, but at least—God, it was her mother! A new wave of humiliation spread through Buffy as she remembered the close-up view she had had of Joyce’s ass and cunt, feeling Joyce’s anus quivering in pleasure right through the dildo she held in her mouth. She totally lost her train of thought, reliving how she had been fingered and sodomized by her own mother, used as little more than mounting for a dildo. A shiver ran down her body. How could she ever live this down? How could she ever forget all that had happened, all that had been shared, in this room with the woman who had given birth to her? Joyce had orgasmed. She had orgasmed. That virtually meant that they had fucked each other. She, Buffy Summers, was a motherfucker.

The insistent line of thought Buffy had previously been following now returned. For all that, Joyce was still her best choice to find out if, deep, deep down in her heart of hearts, she really wanted to be a slave. Joyce talked to her. She was honest. She explained what was happening in this strange, deeply unsettling world that Buffy had found herself in, which made it a fraction less scary and confusing for her. All Willow did was whip her ass. Call her names. No, Willow couldn’t be her mistress. Willow wasn’t even her friend.

The egg timer gave its little rattle, the dial pointed square at the top of its circle. Buffy was quite startled. How long had she spent, poring over her own shameful memories, reliving the embarrassing incidents of the last few days and all the taboo pleasure they had given her? Well, thirty-three minutes, clearly. Now what? Her mother hadn’t said what to do. Was she to call? Buffy waited, expecting Joyce to come back on her own as if she were a pot roast that had been left in the oven. Joyce didn’t come—a choice of words that vividly reminded Buffy of what her mother had done with the bottle of lube and the dildo in Buffy’s mouth.

“Mom?” Buffy called out reluctantly, as much to force herself off that mental subject as to obey Joyce’s lingering command.

“Yes, dear? What is it?” From the sound of Joyce’s voice she was downstairs.

“Mom!”

“What is it, Buffy? I’m a little busy,” Joyce said, peeved, as if Buffy were upstairs… doing anything other than lying tied up, naked, and sodomized as Joyce had left her.

Buffy was confused. Don’t tell me she forgot. I know she has a lot on her plate, but I’m her daughter! And she just learned what the inside of my ass feels like! “Mom!” she repeated, hearing her voice becoming shrill.

“If you want something, speak up.”

Buffy twisted in her bonds. “Mom! The thirty-three minutes are over!”

“So what?”

“Mom! Please come up and check my ass!” Buffy blushed heavily. It was as if, appropriately enough, someone had shoved a hand up her rectum and was working her like a puppet, but even as she embarrassed herself and hoped fervently no one outside could hear her, Buffy still screamed through the house. “I want you to come upstairs and check if my ass is virgin tight again! I want your finger in my ass!”

That bought her a long pause. “Okay,” she heard Joyce say. “I’ll be right up, Buffy.”

A few moments later, Joyce was up in her room again. Showered and freshly dressed, she looked like an entirely different species from the poor, pathetic creature Buffy felt like. She could barely even imagine that they were mother and daughter—especially after all they had done.

“I totally forgot, Buffy. I was lost in the gallery’s finances. So nice of you to remind me.” Joyce had brought with her a latex glove. She snapped it onto her hand with a tight flick that made Buffy flinch. “I left the lubricant downstairs. Would you mind helping me out?”

Well, at least it isn’t a dildo, Buffy thought to herself. “I don’t mind,” she said, and opened her mouth. She was eager to get this over with and didn’t want to make Joyce tell her twice.

She closed her mouth pretty quickly when she felt Joyce’s smoothly-gloved hands on her pussy. Joyce kissed her cute little ass and whispered something naughty about how wet she was as her hand covered Buffy’s fur. Then Joyce’s other hand sought one of Buffy’s pink nipples and she twisted it gently. Buffy flexed under her mom's relentlessly lewd hands and mouth. She could only gasp and whimper as wicked pleasure overwhelmed her defenseless body.

Joyce Summers was in full control of her lovely daughter's sexual regions. Buffy could only moan and catch her breath as Joyce’s mouth and fingers inflamed her young body.

She sobbed erotically as her mom's stroking fingers induced more pleasure in her cunt. She felt her pussy moisten and knew that her juices were flowing, the cream her mother craved. The seeping, silky juice became a flood. Her mother's finger drilled up into her squirming cunt, and she flared with arousal, sobbing pitifully as her ass and pussy twisted wildly, as if she needed this coming bliss. Her mind spun wildly as she clenched on her mom's thrusting, drilling, plunging finger.

"I don't wanna cum!" she wailed. "I don't wanna cum like this!"

Joyce didn’t let her. She took her hand almost all the way out.

In the throes of her denial, she threw her head back on the sofa and gasped for breath through her parted lips, whimpering as her mother's middle finger left her young, newly fucked cunt. Senseless with pleasure she hadn't invited and desire she hadn’t satisfied, Buffy squirmed her soaked pussy down on the impaling finger and continued to gasp for breath as more and more thrills shot back through her helpless body.

Her whole torso quivered and quaked under the erotic invasion of her mother's clever manipulations. Joyce drilled her wet, squirmy pussy. Inflamed by her little girl's powerlessness, Joyce twisted and turned her slender finger teasingly in and out of Buffy's cunt, rubbing her inner flesh with each plunge and twist.

This lewd fingering of her defenseless cunt sent waves of passion soaring through Buffy's whole body. Her mind reeled and her toes curled. The exquisite agony of forbidden passion was too much for her. She came close to passing out many times as her hot cunt creamed again and again. But Joyce stopped before the final, paralyzing delight finally took her.

“I-is…” Buffy began, stammering with the twinges of her withdrawal. “Is it lubricated enough yet? Your finger?”

“My finger?” Joyce asked, running it teasingly down Buffy’s slit and almost to her anus. “No, not yet.”

Buffy’s lovely body sagged on the bed, and her pretty head lolled from side to side. Her lips parted, and she gasped for breath. Buffy shut her eyes against this insane, unwanted pleasure. She tried to shut her mind too. But nothing could save her from her body's newly aroused sexual needs. Her mother was awakening her passions, her secret desires, her erotic fantasies.

Buffy felt her mother's hands move to her sheet to strip it off, to make her absolutely naked and vulnerable to her mounting lust. She forced her eyes open and saw the leer of lust on Joyce’s face just before her head dipped downward. Why did her cunt tingle like this? How could it respond to what her mother was doing? She never knew her pussy could contain so much erotic feeling! It seemed on fire! Buffy was horrified at her own unconscious desires, and she wondered if her mom was going to drive her right out of her mind.

“Please tell me it’s lubricated now!” Buffy begged, almost openly pleading.

“Uh-uh,” Joyce said, a millisecond after promisingly starting to pull her finger away. “It needs more.”

Buffy’s senses reeled wildly as her mom's wicked finger ravished the center of her naked crotch. She gently stroked her quivery little clit, and that made Buffy’s naked ass tremble. Buffy moaned as little shocks of pleasure stabbed into her open, wet pussy.

Feeling her cunt responding beautifully to her manipulation, Joyce parted the lips of her pussy, then burrowed her middle finger into her hotly pulsating opening. Against her will, Buffy squirmed her cunt on her mom's finger and spread herself juicily.

“Now, please, please? Is it done?”

“I’ll tell you when it’s done, sweetie,” Joyce promised her. “You don’t want me to test your ass without enough lubricant, do you?” Her finger stabbed deeper into Buffy’s cunt.

Buffy cringed in private shame as she submitted without protest to this lewd and dirty sex. Yet her pussy flooded wetly again, and it twisted and jerked and humped... and she forgot she was Joyce Summers' daughter. She felt like some sexy plaything, a girl to be made wet in the cunt!

She felt her mother moving, but she couldn't raise her heavy eyelids now. Her tits and pussy were tingling like crazy! There was a strange and overwhelming heat burning deep in her body, and the tickle in her cunt was unbearable!

“Okay, Buffy,” Joyce said, finally taking her hand away, just on the verge of the spectacular orgasm that had built itself in fits and gasps inside Buffy. Buffy heaved with disappointment as her hot body started to cool. “You’ve gotten my hand all nice and wet. Sometimes, you being a squirter can be a real inconvenience, but this is not one of those times. Now, onto that ass!”

Buffy’s breath had just evened out, her pending orgasm lost to the aether when Joyce reached under her, searching with her middle finger for Buffy’s anus. When she found the tiny puckered opening, she began to probe at the cringing little asshole. She pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic ring fell before her attack and her finger slid in to the first knuckle. Buffy cringed away, squirming beneath her to escape the initial pain of her entry.

Joyce pushed harder, sinking it in to the second knuckle.

"Aaaaaggggh!" Buffy shrieked, screwing her buttocks back on Joyce’s finger until it was buried to the palm of her hand.

Experimentally, she rotated it inside of the velvety depths of Buffy’s rectum, feeling the thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages. Joyce imagined feeling the underside of a strap-on as it slid in and out of Buffy. She could pick up the same rhythm with her finger, sawing it in and out, skewering Buffy with the lewd double-fucking. And Buffy was such a slut that she would no doubt pick up the tempo herself, bucking madly and opening her legs wider to give Joyce greater access to the dual ravishment of her loins.

“Tight as a virgin, Buffy,” Joyce pronounced, beaming with pride. “Tight as a good little virgin.”

On some level, Buffy was relieved to hear the news, if only because she’d met with Joyce’s approval. And it meant that maybe someday, it would be like none of this had ever happened, physically if not mentally. But for now, that was nothing compared to how it felt to have her mother pull out. She heard Joyce snap the glove free; then, she was even happier to feel Joyce freeing her from her chains. First her ankles and legs were unbound. Then her hands. Joyously mobile, Buffy pushed herself up onto her soles, stretching and cracking her neck and feeling like she had just managed to unwind her entire spine as she stood upright. A watery smile formed on her face as she looked at her mom who, if nothing else, had given her some structure after Willow had left little more of her than a puddle of seething hurt.

Joyce put the dirty glove in her hands. Buffy’s mood dampened. “Stand still, her mother said. “I want a memento of your first day as my slave.”

She had brought a Polaroid camera with her. Now, picking it up, Joyce trained it on Buffy.

Her pussy looked fiery and angry. The inner lips were protruding sloppily. A creamy drizzle of womanly arousal gleamed on her sex. The insides of her thighs were flushed, as were her breasts.

For a long time Joyce aimed the camera at her. Her gut twisted with desire as she studied the marks left by the chains that had bound Buffy to the bed. Her total helplessness, her vulnerability, stirred a deep, primitive hunger in Joyce. She gazed at her ravaged, helpless beauty for a long time, then yielded to a final mad impulse, and photographed her. The resulting Polaroid showed every detail of her nude body. She had no secrets now. 

Buffy felt nothing but shame as Joyce took picture after picture.