Buffy update

Willow's eyes roved over the curves of Buffy's body. Her eyes were bright emerald green, and they glittered as though with a life of their own.

Smiling broadly, Willow crossed to the bedside. Buffy shrank back. Willow caught her in an unexpectedly strong grip, drew Buffy's lips to hers.

Buffy tried to turn her head away. Strong but gentle hands took hold of her face, held her still as Willow's mouth crushed hers. Her strong tongue pushed past the ring gag, drove between her teeth and probed the dark recesses of the girl's mouth.

When Willow broke off the soul-searing kiss and released the other girl, Buffy fell back like a limp washrag. She turned her head away. But her body was heaving with reaction. Forbidden tinglings stirred in her loins.

In spite of herself, Buffy was panting from just that kiss. The auburn-haired woman was an incredibly skilled lover.

While the young blonde lay with her face to the mattress, Willow was efficiently stripping off her clothes. Under her oddball outer clothes, she wore a surprisingly frilly pair of red lace panties and matching bra. Strands of pubic hair the color of red wine poked through the mesh of the panties stretched taut over her mound. And her growing excitement was obvious from the way hardening nipples were pushing out the fabric of her bra.

Reaching behind herself, Willow undid her bra and let it fall. Freckled and perky as hell, her tits bobbled wildly as Willow stripped the red panties off down her slender legs. Buffy was watching now, from the corner of her eye. She saw that the woman had pure white skin—not the paleness of sickness, but a healthy, glowing color like fresh milk. 

The wide bed bounced as Willow climbed up onto it, prowling over the gleaming length of Buffy's desirable young body.

"Nice," she said, wetting her lips. "You look sooo nice—I want to spend hours telling you just how hot you are. And that tasty little twat… All covered with honey..." Buffy squirmed uncomfortably under Willow’s lusting gaze. Her bonds were beginning to rub her wrists too much.

"And look at those thighs. Slender but juicy. And such a nice little tummy—and those wonderful tits. I can’t believe I get to put my mouth on you! Or that I’m going to get your mouth on me.”

Buffy squeezed her thighs together. Willow never took her eyes from the other girl's exposed body. "Later," Willow said. "Even though that little pussy of yours looks just like some kind of flower in full bloom... yummy! Well, first things first."

She ran her fingertips once down the blonde's vulnerable body, producing a shiver. Then she sat before Buffy’s head, her pussy horribly, openly displayed by her slouching sit. She smiled down at Buffy. "You ever sucked a woman before? I really feel sorry for you if you haven’t. What you've been missing! Well, you won't have to wait a moment longer..."

In the flash of an eye Willow was pulling Buffy's face into her groin. Buffy was staring at point-blank range into the matted bush of Willow's cunt, while the ripe odor of aroused woman filled her nostrils, threatened to overpower her. Her body thrashed helplessly on the sheets.

Firm hands held her head. Buffy felt her face being pushed into Willow’s most private place, as if being forcibly induced into some secret circle.

Tickling, curly hair rasped her nose, then her cheeks. Her lips were crushed against her teeth. And overwhelming everything was the damp, pungent aroma of Willow's greedy pussy, filling Buffy's being.

The girl became aware of something hot and slippery pressing against her lips. Willow moaned softly and rolled her hips. The something opened, enfolded Buffy's mouth in a kiss as wet as chocolate syrup. Oh God! Buffy thought. She's rubbing her wet pussy all over my mouth! The idea shocked her. The smell made her head swim. 

Willow was rolling her hips this way and that, making noises like a cat in heat. The open inner lips of her pussy roved over Buffy's unwilling mouth. Juices smeared the girl's face. Willow shifted her grip, pulled Buffy's head against her harder. The top of the oozing slit squeezed against Buffy's upper lip as the springy hair crushed into her nose. Frantically, she realized she couldn't breathe. She was going to be suffocated by Willow's horny cunt! In a desperate reflex she opened her mouth to suck in a deep, deep breath...

And instead sucked in a heady mouthful of pussy.

The tender lips of Willow's cunt felt like live creatures in Buffy's surprised mouth. Willow gasped in ecstasy. Her head went back. She put all her weight onto Buffy's face, shoving her head deep into the pillow.

Buffy could breathe again. But try as she might, she could not rid her unwilling mouth of the cunt that filled it. Willow's ass churned as her passion grew. Buffy's efforts to escape the fragrant mouthful were pleasuring her. And Willow’s pleasure was having a definite effect on Buffy.

Buffy moved her jaws. Willow gave a small scream and began to massage the blonde head. Strong fingers stroked the back of Buffy's neck, soothing her, easing away the tension. At the same time Willow's hot labia was teasing her mouth, trying to urge the girl's tongue to come out and play. Thrills of sensation began to creep up and down Buffy's spine.

After the initial rush of fresh aroma, the scent and taste of Willow's dripping cunt wasn't so bad. Not bad at all, Buffy thought, as the juices seeped into her open mouth. And the soft lips against her mouth felt good. It was all getting good. Buffy was getting turned on. She'd known she would be, somehow. She didn’t know if she was bothered by it.

Shyly, she stuck her tongue forward. It touched the delicate flesh of a labia lip and Willow jumped as though stuck with a hot wire. A torrent of liquid arousal ran scathingly down Buffy’s tongue, momentarily threatening to overwhelm her again. But the feelings that made Buffy's head reel now were nothing but pure pleasure. The taste from the redhead’s cunt made Buffy think of how fine brandy was supposed to taste.

Emboldened, Buffy's tongue began to rove tortuously over Willow's sensitized cunt. Then it delved between the blood-gorged pussy lips into the brimming mystery of her passage. "Oh God oh God! Jeeeeeeezussss!" Willow howled. "Oh do it! Oh fuck me with your tongue, honey! Oh you can do it! I love it! I love you! Oh, can you ever dooooo it!"

The swollen node of Willow's clit was crushed agonizingly into Buffy's upper jaw. Firecrackers of pleasure exploded in Willow's brain as Buffy began to eat her pussy in earnest. It was unbelievable how good her little slut was. And to think she'd never had her sweet lips on a woman before! What talent!

Buffy's mind was a lewd blank. Nothing existed but the damp mat of cunt hair pushing into her face, the moist lips covering hers, the hot wetness of pussy that drew her questing tongue ever deeper into Willow's white belly.

Willow was almost exactly the same. Her green eyes were closed. Her whole body undulated with excitement. “Eat me, slave! Eat me or it’s the strap again! I know you can do it, you can get me off, do it, do it!”

Please come, Buffy thought. Please come so this can be over, please just come, just come, just come all over my face…

Buffy swirled her tongue around and around in the morass of Willow's gaping cunt. Experimentally she sought the heat of the woman's hard, swollen clitoris. Willow's clit was big, pushing shamelessly out of its covering hood, so that in spite of her inexperience Buffy had no trouble finding it. She punched at it with her tongue.

"Aaailiieeeeehhhhhh!" screamed Willow, grabbing her breasts and squashing them against her ribcage. "That’s it! I know you’re inexperienced! I know this is your first time! Oh God, do I know it’s your first time! But I’m gonna… train you… I’m gonna… Oh God! Oh Goood! I’m gonna cooommmeeee!” 

A sudden rush of liquid flowed from the spasming pussy and flooded Buffy's mouth. She sucked it up as avidly as she had to, licking and sucking and greedily gobbling up every last bit of oily goodness. Willow was bucking like a bronco in the throes of her come, while Buffy ate pussy furiously.

Willow soared upwards on wings of pleasure. But even when she came back to earth Buffy did not let up the assault on her clit. The blonde girl could feel waves of pleasure crashing out from the steaming snatch and driving Willow mad with delight. And pleasing the woman was pleasing Buffy.

Her naked ass waved in the cool air of the room. Sexual juice silvered the downward-peeking lips of her pussy. Her excitement was so great that rivulets of aromatic cream ran down her slim thighs and stained the crumpled sheets.

“Oh wow,” Willow giggled, seeing Buffy’s face more covered in her arousal than her dildo had ever been. “I think I might’ve overdone it.” Her hips were still gently rocking, rutting her tingling mound against Buffy’s mouth. “Can you blame me, though? Knowing I was popping your cherry—the first pussy you ever ate—God, Buff, I could still be coming! I really could! You were so good… I think I’m gonna have to punish you, just so you remember who’s in charge. Just because I came for you, doesn’t mean I’m not the boss!”

Standing up at Buffy’s bedside, Willow picked up the strap in one hand and used the other to jerk Buffy’s head up by the hair, wrenching her upper body from the mattress. Buffy had a brief impression of Willow twirling her leather strap around—she couldn’t think very well, with her tongue tasting of Willow’s sex—then she saw Willow cock her arm. The redhead lashed out with a fury, the belt striking across Buffy’s tits, the leather chewing down hard.

“Agghghggg!” Buffy wailed through her barely permissive gag.

The next blow fell over her right nipple, making Buffy almost think she was going to lose it. She jerked her ass back, her lower spine pressing against her corset’s ribbing.

Again Willow stared hungrily at her, licking her lips. The belt fell down hard once more across Buffy’s thighs, then up around her cunt. Buffy felt her belly tighten, then cramp, as the belt dug into her sunken navel. 

She’s going to kill me! She thought desperately.

Still came the stinging blows, one raining down after another. Buffy’s legs trembled, her ankles jerking in their restraints. Willow was concentrating the blows on the backs of her thighs, the end of her belt lashing at their insides. It was as if someone were pouring burning gasoline between her legs. And then Willow was back up around her belly. A particularly harsh blow sent the tip of that awful belt inside of Buffy.

“Ggghhhhhh!”

For a while the world went black around her. Buffy had never felt such all-encompassing pain. Her knees jerked up as her brain exploded into a myriad of colors and sounds. Snapping her head back, feeling the sweep of her long blonde hair across the top of her spine, Buffy let out a series of shrieks as more blows fell.

“Ohhhhhhh!” The shrill power of her screaming cries rang off the walls, drowning out Willow’s obscene thoughts on her naked, punished body. She felt as if she would die in Willow’s bondage. She felt she might like it.

Willow lashed at her with renewed frenzy. Buffy screamed even louder, although she gagged herself, biting into the sheets like a dog about to shake a rat. Her chest was tightening, her body twisting and jerking, spasming from the increased savagery of the blows. Willow was beating at her breasts, the leather belt stinging her small but intriguing nipple. 

By now, the reaction Buffy had was something other than pain, if it had ever been anything as limited as that. It was arousal now, an excitement that was as confusing as it was satisfying.

The belting stopped again.

This time, Buffy guessed it was for good. She heard the belt fall to the floor. She felt her juices running out of her. 

“I think you definitely know who’s in charge now!” Willow said jovially. “And I think you like it. In fact, maybe we could go again! Maybe this time, you can go in—“

“I’m back!” Joyce called from downstairs, punctuating the statement with the resounding shutting of the front door.

All at once, the liquid stirrings of satisfaction still faintly felt in Willow’s sex turned into dousing ice water. Lost in Buffy’s body and the contentment of being allowed to play with her—like a toy, that was what Buffy was now, that was what Buffy wanted as much as her!—she had completely lost track of time. 

Willow quickly pulled her pants back on and picked up the strap-on, tossing it onto the bed. It landed on the pillow right beside Buffy’s face, and for a worried moment, Willow wheeled to see that she hadn’t accidentally bludgeoned her little sex slave. That would’ve been embarrassing, not having a pet whore for even half a day before doing a Marcia Brady on her nose…

But a quick check revealed that the strap-on had landed safely. It also revealed how Buffy’s asshole gaped open, as if still unable to believe that the rough fucking it had taken was over. The rest of Buffy’s ass, though, was lily-white, like it hadn’t even been sat on. It even seemed to gape a little less as Willow watched, although perhaps that was just it proving hard to believe that anyone could be opened so wide and remotely enjoy it.

Slayer healing, Willow thought, and Buffy really is a slut. Oh man, such a good thing I’m here to take care of her needs. She could wind up with a real sicko! Willow really wished she had time to follow up on that… both the healing and the extent of Buffy’s sluttiness, which now seemed to reach hypocritical Faith levels… but right now her new pet needed her to spare them both the embarrassment of coming out of the closet too early.

“Girls?” Joyce called up the stairs. “You’d better still be here or the world had better actually be ending, otherwise you’ll wish it had!”

No time! Buffy seemed to concur, gurgling through her ring gag much as she had when Willow had parked herself on it. She was wiggling around, and Willow had a very non-ice-water thought down below on checking that wiggling by impaling Buffy’s anus, like she would lock up a bike… but she doubted Buffy was that skanky to want something like that with her mom at the same address. Maybe she just needed to use the toilet.

“You can use the bathroom,” she said, giving Buffy’s ass a sharp slap to get her moving before she resumed her dressing. Just don’t use the hall one—I don’t need Joyce finding out about any of this!

She knew that her permission would remove the compulsory chains. What she didn’t know was that her subconscious desire for Buffy not to tell her mother anything had also been taken into account. The ring gag in Buffy’s mouth had changed to a large ball gag. Even as Willow left, Buffy was struggling with having her jaw opened even wider. It wasn’t so much how open her mouth was as the heft of the object stuffed into her maw. It was just one more straw breaking a long-since-shattered camel.

***

“So have you been having a good time?” Joyce asked. She’d picked up a pint of Ben & Jerry on the way home and was nice enough to let Willow pick at it with her own spoon, though Willow knew better than to push her luck there.

“Magical!” Willow replied. Though she had to admit, it wasn’t all fun and games. Everything that had happened had been so intense—changing her relationship with Buffy forever. She was Buffy’s mistress now. From now on, they would never be just friends… “We really clicked,” Willow continued pensively. “For the first time since Buffy got back, we’re close. Closer than ever.”

“I’m happy to hear that, Willow,” Joyce said with a bop of her spoon on Willow’s shoulder. “Buffy’s really lucky to have a friend like you.” She stuck her spoon in the ice cream and pushed it across the island to Willow. “You and Buffy finish this… I’m going to bed. I’ll just…” Her brow furrowed. “You’re sure Buffy’s sleeping?”

“She’s really tired,” Willow insisted. “She worked her ass off today.”

“I think I’d better check, just to be sure. I’d hate to find out she’s with some vampire and not in bed.”

“It has to be one or the other,” Willow said, and that about depleted her excuses as Joyce went upstairs, Willow unable to think of any delays, only hoping that Buffy had finished up during their small talk and was back where she belonged.

***

Buffy still couldn’t believe what had happened. She still couldn’t believe the aches of pleasure, the resounding pain, the lust that seemed to bruise her entire body. It took her time to think through the white noise of her own confused sensations, everything sore and feeling good and flushed with sickly heat. But she blindly felt out her current circumstances. Her mother was home. Willow had left the room. Her chains had dissolved into nothingness and she could move, although so much of her fetishistic garments remained. Her cuffs, her corset, her boots, her collar, the gag…

Buffy moved just to curl in on herself, trying to forget how good it had felt to be totally consumed by Willow’s desire for her—to be conquered by a lust she’d had no idea Willow possessed. But she soon felt her bladder overflowing, an urgent need and a keening fear that Willow would demand her submission again, before she could relieve herself.

Balancing on the insanely high ballet boots, acutely uncomfortable in them, Buffy tottered to the bathroom. She could hear Joyce and Willow through the hall door—they were at the bottom of the stairs. An irrational fear gripped Buffy… maybe not ridiculous, but to a girl used to worries of death and torture, how could she be so afraid of her mother seeing her like this?

Maybe because then she would have to explain, and sharing everything that had happened with Joyce would make too real for her to handle. 

Finishing and wiping up, Buffy only washed her hands, too hurried to think of washing Willow’s juices from her face or to notice how bare her pussy had become. More falling than walking, she made her way on the ballet boots back to the bed, got into it, and drew the blanket over all the shameful things she was wearing. She was even careful to turn her face away from the door. She didn’t want Joyce to see her gag.

***

Opening the door to Buffy’s room, Joyce could immediately tell what had happened. Buffy had pushed herself too hard again, another hard evening of slaying vampires, and now had crashed, all but her blonde hair hidden under her blanket. Joyce could just tell she wouldn’t have a good night’s sleep, too agitated from all that impaling.

“Goodnight Buffy,” she said, and got a muffled grunt back in turn. Buffy had probably been similarly half-asleep as soon as her latest caffeine buzz had worn out. Joyce shook her head and turned to Willow. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Ms. Summers,” Willow told her in turn, and Joyce left them to it.

Such a nice girl Willow was. Joyce hoped that, now that she and Buffy were friends again, Buffy would be open to what a good influence Willow was. Her daughter could really learn a thing or two from that girl.

***

Willow fingered her new pendant—the key to Buffy’s heart, or some rather more thrilling parts of her anatomy. First things first: she needed to make the gag more soundproof. Buffy had been a nice, willing slave, keeping silent on her own, but for what Willow had in mind, she would need a little help keeping quiet…

***

Buffy was about to slap the taste out of Willow’s mouth and see how much she liked her fingers then; when the gag in her mouth grew three sizes. Now Buffy’s cheeks hurt keeping it in, her jaw stretched to the max. 

Buffy turned around in shock, throwing off the blanket to look for Willow. But the gag was changing again. Now it was rubber in her mouth, cementing over her teeth like a retainer, while thickly padded leather covered the outside of her face. With it going from her jaw to her nose, Buffy’s protests were completely muffled once more.

“No offense, Buff,” Willow said, sprawling out on the bed, “but I just love the strong, silent type.” Buffy glared at her heatedly, which Willow quite enjoyed, especially when she saw “Oh wow… I think that’s my cum on your face. All over your face. You didn’t even touch it. You must really love it, being marked by me. So let’s, y’know, let’s mark you some more!”

Her heart pounding in her chest, Willow focused on the pendant. She couldn’t wait to show Buffy more of the fun they could have thanks to the incredible bravery Buffy had shown in admitting what she wanted. What they both wanted.

Buffy felt the pull of chains on her limbs again and grasped at her bed lining, but it was no use. The old position was taking her over again as if she’d never left. Only Willow wasn’t finished. A bar came into existence right under Buffy’s lower stomach, elevating her lower body until she was standing on the tips of her ballet boots, her ass high in the air. 

Two bars held Buffy’s new support up, all three fusing together with the end of Buffy’s bed.  With a naturalistic click, the vertical bars anchored themselves into the floor. Looking at it, Willow had no doubt this would be staying.

Not that Buffy knew this. Her arms were being forced behind her back, her forearms held parallel to each other. Straps of leather formed, wrapping around either arm, and as if that weren’t enough, an entire leather pouch tightened around Buffy’s arms, keeping them snug on her back.

Buffy’s collar was next to change, becoming thicker and sturdier, pressing a little into Buffy’s neck with its increased heft. A kind of chin rest arose from its front, forcing Buffy to tilt her head backwards. Then the collar pulled downward, forcing her in that direction as well. Rings formed on either side of the bed, anchoring a chain that ran under the bed and to Buffy’s collar, holding her firmly in place there as well.

The chin rest lowered, letting Buffy look at the front of her bed. It suddenly felt very far away instead.

Chains attached to her ankle and knee cuffs, keeping even her extremities immovable and parted. Now the only slack she had was in her ass, and with everything else locked down, Buffy just had to move that. She ended up wiggling and shaking as she tried futilely to get out, to at least signal to Willow that she didn’t want this.

***

It was a siren’s call to Willow. Seeing Buffy’s ass swaying like that in obvious invitation, clearly begging to be fucked again, was like a dream come true for Willow. But Buffy’d had the right idea before. Best to take care of business beforehand—she owed it to her slave not to need a potty break in the middle of their fun. 

With a longing, loving sigh, Willow went to the bathroom. Then, further thinking of what a long night it would be and just how hard it would be to tear herself away from Buffy again, Willow snuck downstairs. Just like any other sleepover, she snagged some snacks and bottled water. She had to keep up her energy, after all. She wasn’t the Slayer. Sure, she could butt-fuck the Slayer… but she was starting to think anyone could do that.

Her sweet little slut…

***

What next? Buffy wondered. Would her mother come in? Buffy was scared that she would and scared that she wouldn’t. As a mistress, Willow was proving to be shockingly… innovative. If it were just some girlish fooling around, Buffy would much rather take a little softcore sapphism over being found out by her mother. But what Willow was doing to her… the way Willow so sickly made her like it on some fucked up level… that might’ve been worth the humiliation to be spared anymore of Willow’s Faith act.

She heard the door open. Willow? Joyce? For a horrible moment, Buffy knew what she wanted. She wanted it to be Willow. She didn’t want to be embarrassed by my mom finding out, she told herself that… but she couldn’t say that was her first thought. It hadn’t even been her last.

“I’m back,” Willow whispered with a giggle, and Buffy shuddered deeply as she wondered what more Willow could possibly do to her.

She didn’t know if she was hoping that she would like it or that she wouldn’t.