Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Deoz
Title: Buffy the Vampire Slayer - The Nightmare Man
Universe: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: What should be an fun girl's night for Buffy and friends takes
a dark turn when a demon called the Nightmare Man arrives to make them live
out their deepest fears.
Keywords: MF, MFF, Ff, anal, bd, best, humil, inc, magic, rape, tg, ws
[This takes place early-to-mid season 6; Buffy is back from the dead
(again), and more or less over her mopey period.  Tara hasn't been killed
yet, and is still together with Willow.  Anya and Xander are still
engaged.]
   -Chapter 1: The Nightmare Man"That movie was awful." Anya spoke through
a mouthful of popcorn.  "Everything went to black at the only good part,
when the guy started taking off his clothes."
   "Yeah, Anya, it's only a PG-13 movie." Willow shook her head as she
started helping Buffy clean up.  "We can't exactly watch R-rated movies
with a fifteen year old, can we?"
   "I wouldn't mind," Dawn piped up.  "Seriously, I've probably seen worse
in sex-ed class."
   "Maybe you have Dawn, but it would make the rest of us feel
uncomfortable." This was Tara - as always, a natural peace-keeper.
   The women of the Scooby Gang - Buffy, Willow, Tara, Anya, and Dawn -
were having a sleepover.  Things had been hard the last few months, with
Buffy coming back from the dead (again) and all.  It was Willow's idea, in
the end.  Get all of the girls together to have girl-time.  Watch movies,
eat popcorn, complain about boys...  You know, the stuff girls were
supposed to do with their friends.  Take a night off from death and
destruction and demons, she said.
   Sure, Buffy thought that, at 20, she was a bit old for a sleepover, but
she saw Willow's point.  Hell, it wasn't that much of a change, considering
Willow, Tara, Buffy, and Dawn were all living in the same house, anyways.
So they invited Anya over and decided to sleep in the living room rather
than their bedrooms.  Buffy smiled to herself.  She had forgotten how much
fun it was to just hang out with friends.
   The girls, already in their pyjamas, started to settle themselves down.
It was already past midnight, after all.  Sure, they would probably stay up
talking for a while still...  But you might as well be comfortable while
you talked.  That way, when people did start drifting off, they were
already in bed.
   Leaning back against a pillow resting on the couch, Buffy smiled again
as she looked over her friends.  This was going to be a very nice night,
she thought.
   She was very, very wrong.
   ***
   Buffy's eyes shot open, and instantly she knew something was wrong.  She
wasn't in her house anymore - she wasn't sure where she was, but it
definitely was not her living room.  The walls and floor were grey stone.
They looked old, and that made the large, glass, modern looking windows set
in each of the four walls stand out.  There was, she noticed, no door.
   "What the hell is going on?" she asked herself, as she stood.
   "Welcome, Miss Summers." Buffy whirled towards the sound of the voice.
Standing there was a strange little man.  He was short, perhaps barely
above five feet, and a bit plump.  He was wearing an old fashioned suit,
complete with bowler hat and cane.  And he was smirking.
   "Listen, tweedle-dee, you have three seconds to tell me what's going on,
or-" Buffy started, taking a step towards the man, before he interrupted
her.
   "Of course, of course.  What's the fun if you don't know?  Calm down,
I'll explain everything."
   This caught Buffy a bit off guard.  She was expecting to have to beat
the information out of him or something.
   "First, you're still at home." He began to explain.  "You're asleep. 
This is a dream place."
   "I'm dreaming?"
   "Not exactly.  When people dream, they reach out and touch the dream
places with their minds.  Right now, instead of lightly touching it, your
mind has fully immersed itself here.  You've done something like this
before, I think?"
   Buffy grimaced at the memory of the shared dreams of the First Slayer
her and her friends had all been trapped in a few years back.  "What am I
doing here?"
   "I brought you." The man answered, still smiling.
   "Why?  Who are you?"
   "Who am I?  Well...  how to explain.  Your world has demons, yes?  In
the dream places, there are no demons.  There is me.  You can call me the
Nightmare Man."
   "You don't look that scary."
   "No?  Perhaps you prefer this?" Where the man stood was no a Gentleman,
one of the tall, ever-smiling, organ-stealing demons that Buffy had fought
in her first year of college.  "Or this?" Buffy gasped as Glory took the
Gentleman's place, the hell Goddess smiling wickedly.  "Or maybe this?"
Buffy took an outright step back as Angel appeared, his face in full
vampire mode.  Then, as quickly as it happened, the Nightmare Man was back
in his suit.  "I can be many things, Buffy Summers.  Because I choose to
appear to you like this is merely so I could talk to you without seemingly
overly threatening."
   "So talk." Buffy didn't want to admit it, but she was shaking up.  The
three things the Nightmare Man had become - the Gentlemen, Glory, Angelus -
were all common enough presences in Buffy's bad dreams.
   "I live, you see, off of the energy of nightmares.  Worst fears come to
life.  I bring them to people, I watch, and I thrive."
   "And what?  My secret worst fear is being bored by a suit in a stupid
stone room?"
   "No, dear.  You know what it is you fear most.  You fear not for
yourself - you know you are strong and capable.  You're here because you
fear for the well-being of your family, your friends.  You're here because
I'm going to make you watch as I destroy them." The Nightmare Man's voice
had changed, dripping venom and hatred.
   "Screw that," was all the warning Buffy gave before lashing out with a
right hook directed straight at the Nightmare Man's jawOnly to hit nothing
but air, as the Nightmare Man vanished, reappearing behind her.
   "Bad girl." He growled as she spun to face him again.  "Sit."
   His words hit Buffy like a wave of force, pushing her backwards and into
an uncomfortable steel chair that had appeared.  No sooner had her ass hit
it than large cuffs enveloped her wrists and ankles, binding them in place.
She struggled, but couldn't shift them at all.
   "Stop fighting, Miss Summers.  In this realm, my desire is absolute. 
You will not escape until I let you."
   "Oh, I will," she answered.  "and when I do, I'll kill you."
   "Of course, of course.  But, while I'm waiting for that..." One of the
windows brightened, as if someone had turned on the lights on the other
side of it.  "Let's enjoy a show...  or four."
   -Chapter 1 - Tara's NightmareWhen Tara woke, it took her a moment to
recognize where she was.  This wasn't the Summers' house...  Wait, Summers?
Did she know any Summers?  This was her room, of course.  Where else would
she be sleeping?
   It wasn't much of a room, mind you.  The floors and walls were concrete.
But since she was in a basement, that wasn't too unusual, was it?  Her bed
was a mattress on the floor, soiled with stains of different kinds.  She
glanced at the window, too high and small to ever crawl through, and at the
door which had no knob on the inside.  Right, she was home.  She must have
been having a pretty weird dream to have forgotten this.
   The door opened and a man walked in.  "You're awake, whore?  Good.  I
could use a good fuck."
   Tara looked down.  She tried to sound pleased, but couldn't quite
disguise the sadness in her voice.  "Yes, daddy."
   ***
   "I know him!" Buffy said, suddenly.  "He's Tara's dad.  Didn't he make
Tara believe she was a demon?"
   "A demon?  Yes...  and also a whore who had to follow the sexual whims
of her father constantly."
   "That's sick."
   "Tara still has nightmares about it almost every night.  Now hush,
you'll miss the good part."
   ***
   "Look at those filthy utters." Mr.  Maclay jeered.  "You're such a cow,
Tara."
   Tara had been stripped naked by her father, and was now kneeling with
her hands clasped behind her back.  She was already crying, silent tears
rolling down her face.  "Yes, dad."
   "And you've been shaving your cunt?  Only whores do that, you know."
   Tara knew better than to point out that she had done it at her father's
command.  Instead, she looked towards the ground.  "Yes, dad.  I'm a filthy
whore." she answered, hating every word that she knew she had to speak or
else be punished.
   Her father stripped naked himself, and took his cock in his hand,
pointing it at Tara's face.  "Open," he growled.  Tara meekly opened her
mouth, and let her father guide his flaccid cock into it.  The second he
felt tongue, it began to harden.  Her father placed both hands on the back
of Tara's head, and started moving his hips, slowly fucking her face with
his ever hardening dick.
   "Fuck, you suck cock better than your mother ever did." Maclay growled.
Tara squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the assault, but even that
couldn't keep the tears from pooling in them and running down her face,
quickly leaving streaks of dark mascara down her cheeks.  She began to gag,
as Maclay's cock grew long and hard enough to force itself down her throat,
but her father didn't slow.
   All at once, he slammed into her, driving the entire length of his dick
down her throat, and holding it there, his balls dangling against her chin.
He held it there for a few seconds, and Tara's eyes opened, looking up at
him, pleading.  He didn't release though, and her eyes began to show panic,
her nostrils began to flare as she tried desperately to bring in air past
the cock blocking her throat.  After half a minute of this, she brought up
her hands, tried to push her father away.  He just used one of his hands to
slap them away, and then smack her face with a growled command "Stop." All
the while, his other hand still held her head tightly in place.
   It was only after almost a minute of this, when Tara's eyes began to
roll back in her head and her struggles began to slow, did Maclay pull out
all at once.  With a gasp, Tara spat up all the bile and filth that she had
gagged up during the throat fucking, heedless to how it coated her chin and
tits.  She dropped to all fours, heaving in air.
   Maclay let her breath for a moment or two before pulling her back to the
kneeling position by her hair.  His cock was still hard, and covered in
Tara's saliva and bile.  She shook her head, but he wrenched the fist in
her hair painfully, and she reluctantly opened her mouth again.  She
grimaced and cried as he went back to facefucking her.
   This time lasted only a few more minutes before he pulled out.  "Finish
me." He ordered.
   Tara knew what he wanted, and obliged, fearful of the punishment she'd
receive if she didn't.  Keeping her mouth open and sticking out her tongue,
she looked up at him.  She brought both hands to his cock, stroking it,
pointing it directly at her open mouth.  With a low growl, her father came.
He blew his load straight onto her exposed tongue and into her open mouth,
filling it.  She tried to swallow it all, her throat working furiously to
keep up with the cum her was unloading on her.  Every time she managed to
empty her mouth, he seemed to fill it again immediately.  She grimaced at
the taste of his seed as it coated her tongue, but diligently tried her
best to prevent letting any spill down it out of her mouth.
   After what seemed like an eternity of swallowing his load, Tara finally
felt her father begin to soften in her hands as he finished cumming.
   "You like that, slut?" he asked, roughly pushing her away from him.
   "Yes, daddy.  Thank you." She answered, still following the script she
knew he had for her.
   "Good.  I'm not done with you yet, but I think I need a breather...  In
the meantime, don't worry, you'll still get what a whore like you needs."
As he spoke, he went back to the door of her room - her cell - which he had
left open.  Leaning out of it, he called "Daniel!  It's your turn!  And
bring that other bitch with you."
   A few moments later, Daniel, Tara's older brother, sauntered in.  He was
already naked, and leading a naked girl crawling behind him.  Beth, Tara's
cousin and her father's more willing fucktoy, smiled up at Mr.  Maclay.
   "Beth, you're going to be a good girl and get me hard again." Beth
positively beamed at Maclay's command.  "Meanwhile Donald, this slut is all
yours."
   Tara's brother didn't waste any time.  Pushing Tara to her back, he
grabbed her ankles and lifted them, bending her almost double so that her
feet were positioned on either side of her head.  She cried out in
discomfort as he did, but he ignored her.  In this position, her ass and
cunt were forced into the air, and Donald aimed his cock straight at his
sister's pussy.
   "I'm going to fuck your whore cunt good, Tara." He said.  She didn't
answer, just closing her eyes again.
   He thrust down, forcing his entire girth into her dry pussy.  It wasn't
exactly pleasurable for him yet...  But the look of pain that flashed
across Tara's face from the assault was enough to make him love it.
   As Donald thrust painfully in and out of his sister, Mr.  Maclay got his
niece Beth to get him hard again.  "See, Tara?" he said, "Beth here knows
her place.  Don't you, my little slut?"
   Beth's answered was muffled.  She had gotten to her knees behind Maclay
and, spreading his ass with both hands, buried her tongue into his asshole.
She said something while rimming her uncle, but it was impossible to
understand what.  As she continued to ream Maclay's ass, he slowly began
rubbing his own cock as it got harder and harder once more.
   Donald was grunting as he fucked Tara.  Every time he raised himself off
of her, he pulled almost the entire length of his cock from her cunt, only
to force it back in on the downthrust.  His hips smacked against her ass,
each time eliciting a small squeak of pain from his sister.
   "You like that, bitch?" he snarled.  "You like being my fuck slave?  Say
it.  Say it!"
   Between tears and moans of discomfort, Tara gasped an answer.  "Yes...
Yes Donny.  I like being your fuck slave." Hatred practically dripped from
every word that she knew she had to say.
   "Good...  I'm going to fill your cunt with my cum, slut.  Too bad you're
on the pill.  I'd love to put a son in you...  Then we'd teach him to fuck
his whore mom, just like I did." With that, he tilted his head back with a
roar of pleasure, and unloaded into her.  Buried up to the hilt in Tara's
cunt, he shot his load directly into her body.  He held there for close to
a full minute, eyes closed, rocking his hips slightly as he milked every
squirt of cum he could out of himself.  Then, pulling out, he wiped his
cock derisively across Tara's battered pussy, and released her.  As he legs
came down, she gasped in pain, the blood that had been cut off by the
awkward position rushing back into them.  Her brother's cum leaked out of
her cunt as her father, pushing Beth away from his ass, walked over to her.
   "My turn, little slut." He growled, roughly rolling her over so she was
on her hands and knees.  He slide his cock between the flesh of her ass,
running it up and down her asscrack as he spoke.  "First, though, I think
Beth deserves a present for being such a good little slut and licking my
ass...  Beth, make this whore lick your cunt."
   Beth's eyes brightened and she scampered over with a pleased "Yes, sir."
Sitting in front of Tara, she spread her legs.  Her pussy was shaved
smooth, the way Maclay and his son liked it, and glistening wet - she got
off on the humiliation.  Tara looked up at her, willing Beth to change her
mind, to take it easy on her...  But Beth just grabbed Tara's head in both
hands, and pulled it down, forcing Tara face-first into her cousin's cunt.
   "Lick me, you little bitch," Beth snarled as she ground her cunt into
Tara's face.  Tara tried to obey, tried to use her tongue on Beth to
satisfy her enough to take it easy, but Beth'smovement made it almost
impossible.  Her tongue was forced to run up and down outside of Beth's
pussy as her nose and chin were both painfully forced down onto the hard
pelvis bones around Beth's cunt and banged around as Beth pulled her hair
this way and that, rubbing Tara's face on her cunt.
   Tara's father, meanwhile, moved his cock from dogging Tara.  Spreading
her asscheeks with both his hands, he spat, wetting her asshole.  "I'm
going to fuck this tight little ass of yours, slut." He said, as he pressed
the tip of his cock against the puckered hole.
   Tara, mouth still pressed firmly against Beth's crotch, tried to
protest. Beth moaned as Tara whined into her, loving the vibrations that
she was making.  Maclay heard her to, and always one to prolong the
torment, told Beth to let her up long enough to say what she wanted to say.
He kept the pressure from the tip of his cock on the ring of her ass,
though.,
   "Please," Tara gasped, out of breath and with a face gleaming from
Beth's cunt juice, "please not there."
   "Oh?  You want it somewhere else?"
   Knowing what he wanted to hear, Tara played her part, holding back tears
as best she could.  "Yes...  please, daddy, fuck my cunt instead.  I want
you inside my pussy." Of course she didn't, but anything was better than
anal.
   "You're that desperate for me, bitch?"
   "Yes, daddy.  Please...  I need your cock in my cunt.  I'm your little
slut, and I need to feel it.  Please stick your cock in your whore's cunt!"
   "Hmm...  No!" Without any more warning, Maclay thrust forward, impaling
Tara's ass on his cock.  Tara's scream was cut to a muffled gag as Beth
pulled her back down, once more forcing her face-first into Beth's cunt.
   Years of rough anal training left Tara's ass incapable of resisting the
intrusion.  Spreading before her father's cock, it was soon gaping wide
enough for Maclay to drive himself up to his balls into it without much
trouble.  That doesn't mean the rough treatment didn't hurt, though.  All
pretence of trying to pleasure her cousin was lost; Tara whimpered and
sobbed into Beth's crotch, each time her father pulled out and thrust back
in ripping another moan of pain from Tara.  Beth, for her part, tried her
best to get off by rubbing her pussy directly on Tara's face, grinding it
into her.  It wasn't terribly pleasurable, physically...  But the pained
look of humiliation the Beth could see on Tara was enough.
   "You're a dirty.  Fucking.  Whore!" Maclay growled at Tara, punctuating
his points by slamming ballsdeep into her ass with every one.  With one
hand, he began smacking her ass every time he pulled out, replacing the
deep soreness of his cock stretching her ass with the sharp pain of a hard
spanking.  "Show me how much you love this, whore.  You know what I want to
see..." Tara tried to shake her head no, but Beth tightened her grip on
Tara's hair, and Maclay growled "Do it!  Or I swear I'll destroy this ass."
   Sobbing into her cousin's cunt, Tara did what her father wanted. 
Leaving one arm to support herself, she reached back with the other, and
slid a finger into her pussy.  "More." Maclay growled.  Tara added another
finger to herself...  Then a third.  "Good slut.  Finger that dirty cunt of
yours."
   They fucked Tara like this for what seemed to her like an eternity.  Her
jaw, her tongue, her whole face was sore from trying to pleasure her
cousin. Her ass was in constant pain, from either the deep anal fucking or
the hard smacks.  She tried to at least get some pleasure from the fingers
in her pussy, but the humiliation of looking like she was enjoying this
brutal punishment blanked all pleasure from it.
   "Fuck...  You're going to make me cum, bitch...." Beth finally gasped.
Tara's father growled that he, too, was close.  "Fuck...  fuuuckk....  Lick
me you little whore!  Oh god YES!" Raising her hips off the ground, Beth's
fingernails dug into Tara's scalp as she forced her cunt deep onto Tara's
mouth, shaking with orgasm.
   "Here...  it...  comes...  slut!" Tara's father roared in pleasure as he
bottomed out, his balls dangling against Tara's pussy so that the fingers
she was still digging into herself rubbed against them every time she
pulled out.  Tara could feel blast after blast of her father's cum filling
her bowels.  He came an impossible amount, the pressure in her ass building
until cum started to leak out around his cock.  Too scared to stop
fingering herself, Tara cried out in pain as she felt herself impossibly
full of cock, fingers, and cum.
   Eventually, Beth released her hold on Tara's head, letting her gasp in
air.  With a moan of pleasure, Mr.  Maclay pulled himself from his
daughter's ass, cum leaking out behind his softening cock.  He roughly
pushed Tara over to her side, where she lay, panting, slowly dislodging her
fingers from inside her.  "No." Maclay grunted, placing a foot on Tara's
hand, forcing her to keep fingers inside of her.  "We know you love getting
fucked like a whore.  Keep pleasuring yourself `till we're gone."
   With a small sob, Tara slowly continued to finger herself.  She could
feel her brother's cum inside her, and it squished between her fingers with
every push.
   Mr.  Maclay knelt beside his daughter, cock in hand.  "Open, whore." He
ordered.  Tara obediently opened her mouth, and let her father clean his
cock on her tongue.
   Once he was satisfied, Mr.  Maclay stood and went to the door.  "Dirty
whore..." he muttered.  "Just like your mother."
   They left Tara there, locking the door behind them.  She heard them go,
but was scared enough to keep her fingers moving for another few minutes
anyways, in case they came back.  They didn't, though.  They left her
alone, in the dark.  Her face was slick with her cousin's pussy juice.  Her
cunt and ass leaked her family's cum.  She could still taste her own ass
and her father's cum on her tongue.
   Alone, in the dark, she cried.  And she waited for the next rape she
knew would eventually come.
   ***
   "There now," the Nightmare Man giggled, "wasn't that a fun show?"
   "You sick freak!  You get off on watching girls raped like that?" Buffy
struggled against the bonds that held her in place in vain.  She hadn't
been able to escape throughout Tara's nightmarish ordeal, and she couldn't
escape now.
   The Nightmare Man seemed to consider Buffy for a moment before
answering. "I get off on whatever scares people the most, little girl.  In
your friend's case, it happened to be her daddy's prick.  I'm not terribly
concerned with sex.  But you...  You are, aren't you?  Don't lie, I can see
into your mind.  You have a thing about rape, about hopeless domination...
It scares you.  But it excites you too..."
   "What?" Even as she struggled, Buffy could feel her cheeks grow red and
hot with humiliation, "I don't know what you're talking about."
   "Liar, liar, pants on fire...  Of course, it's obvious.  Look at the
boys you've picked.  All of them strong, all of them a little bit jerks...
Hell, you fucked a vampire, and I've seen your dreams about the blonde one,
too.  You must want the risk."
   "Fuck you."
   "So tonight, we'll keep the show on the road just the way you like it...
Not just any nightmares for your friends, no.  Just for you, you're going
to get to watch their deepest sexual fears.  I'm going to rape all of them,
and you're just going to sit there and like it."
   As Buffy swore at him and threatened him and struggled against the bonds
that held her in place, the Nightmare Man began to laugh.  A high-pitched,
wheezing giggle deepened into a booming chuckle that bounced around the
stone prison.
   The fun was just beginning.
   -Chapter 2 - Anya's NightmareAnya wasn't sure where she was.  It was a
nice house - clearly belonging to someone with some serious cash.  It
looked familiar to her, but she couldn't place it.  She wasn't sure why she
was here, either.  But here she was...  Clearly, she must have been let in,
right?  She must be allowed to be here...  So she might as well enjoy it.
   Moving through a living room that was easily as large as her entire
apartment, she sat down on a leather couch, kicking her feet up onto a
coffee table.  She leaned back to relax, enjoying the feeling of the soft
couch under here, enjoying the rich air around her.  But then she noticed
the picture.
   It wasn't a big picture.  Just a little thing in a silver frame on the
coffee table.  It was of a man and a woman, both wearing some sort of
formal attire.  The woman wasn't terrible looking, but she wasn't super
pretty, either.  Kind of plain, really.  The man looked like he might have
been handsome, but it was hard to judge by the picture...  His face had
been mostly scratched out.
   That didn't stop Anya from recognizing him.
   "Robert Williams..." she whispered to herself, shuddering as a claw of
fear gripped her heart.
   ***
   "Oh, this will be fun...  It's one of those `I deserve this' sort of a
dream" The Nightmare Man had summoned himself a chair, and he sat on it
directly behind Buffy, whispering into her ear.
   "You're saying Anya feels guilty about something?" Buffy had stopped
struggling quite so constantly.  Instead, she saved up her energy for the
occasional burst of strength against her bonds.  It never seemed to work,
though.
   "Dear Anya feels guilty about all sorts of things she did as a vengeance
demon, you know.  This one, though...  This one scares her.  Robbie married
rich, you see, but didn't much like his wife...  His secretary and his
wife's sister, though?  Them, he liked.  Repeatedly."
   "Yeah, that seems like something Anya would have a problem with." Buffy
wasn't sure why she was still talking to this guy.  She wasn't sure why she
wasn't still threatening to kill him.  She wasn't sure why she couldn't
look away from the windows that were, one by one, displaying her friend's
nightmares...
   "She summoned a Shalhok demon to punish the man and his mistresses... 
Tell me, little girl, have you ever seen a Shalhok demon?" As he spoke, the
Nightmare Man reach out, and began running his fingers along Buffy's
shoulders.
   "No..." Buffy hesitated for a second before trying to pull away from his
touch.  Then she frowned.  Why had she hesitated?
   "Well you're about to."
   ***
   Anya ran for the door, but she didn't have a chance to get very far when
the demon attacked.  Bursting through the very door Anya had scampered
towards, it knocked Anya flying with a blow to the chest.  Lifted into the
air, she flew back a solid ten feet; it was only by luck that she landed
mostly on the couch.  Though sore, she wasn't really injured.  With a
gurgling roar, the Shalhok demon reared to its full height.  Anya screamed.
   The demon stood easily eight feet tall.  Vaguely human shaped, it was
far wider than a man, its trunk-like legs each nearly a foot across.  The
basic shape was where the similarities to a human ended, though.  Its
entire body was comprised of thick, wriggling, dark purple tentacles,
wrapped around each other.  Tentacles twisted together formed its, its
arms, its legs.  Even its head was little more than a raised heap of
tentacles.  And they were all moving, creeping and shifting over the body.
Some, coming from the creature's back, raised themselves up in the air,
moving like snakes being charmed out of a pot.
   Anya whimpered, and tried to move off the couch slowly, tried to make
herself tiny, unnoticeable.  The Shalhok demon was one she summoned to
punish adulterers...  She knew exactly what those tentacles were for.
   Anya actually got off the couch and several feet towards the door before
the demon struck.  Lashing out faster than they eye could follow, one arm
grabbed her by the leg, and hoisted her up, dangling her upside down with
apparently no effort.  The demon's other arm came around, and two tentacles
stretched from where its hand would be if it were human.  They wormed their
way beneath Anya's shirt.
   "Oh please, no, don't-" Anya started, but she was interrupted by the
sound of fabric being torn.  The tentacles pulled in opposite directions,
and her shirt was ripped in two straight off her body.  She gasped, and
wiggled, but the demon's grip was like steel.  A moment later, her bra went
the same way as her shirt, her breasts hanging free, dangling down towards
her face.
   Anya tried to fight.  She swung out with both fists, trying to punch at
it, to beat it off of her.  Hanging upside down as she was, though, she
missed more often than not.  When she did connect, it felt like punching a
bunch of hose...  The demon didn't even seem to notice.
   After a few moments of Anya struggling, the demon shook her by the
ankle. Her teeth rattled and the blood rushing to her head made the room
spin.  She let her arms fall.
   The demon's tentacles continued to squirm over her body.  They worked
their way into the waistband of her jeans, though Anya seemed too rattled
to notice.  The jeans were ripped off as easily as the shirt had been.  It
was not until Anya felt them sliding into her underwear - a black thong -
that she started to fight anew.  She wiggled and struggled, reached down to
try and pull the tentacles out.  She was powerless against them, though. 
No matter what she did, they just kept on going.  Soon enough they were
firmly wrapped around the waste of the thong.  In one swift movement, they
pulled it down towards Anya's head, trying to rip it off of her body.  The
thong didn't give, at first.  Rather, it just wedged itself deeply into
whatever recesses it could.  The fabric sawed at the skin in the crack of
Anya's shapely ass, wedged itself into the folds of her pussy.  Anya
shrieked at the sudden, sharp pain.  A second sharp tug managed to rip the
underwear off of her, though, and she was left dangling naked before the
beast.
   From there, the demon wasted little time.  By now Anya was too dizzy and
disoriented from being hung upside down and shaken to fight, even if she
wanted to.  So when she felt a tentacle start to probe at her exposed
pussy, it was all she could do to tilt her head forward enough to see it.
It wasn't terribly thick - no more than an inch or two - and it was already
slick with some sort of slime.  It forced itself between the folds of her
pussy lips and into her cunt without much difficulty.  Anya gasped at the
sudden intrusion as the beast pushed half a foot of thick, warm tentacle
into her cunt in one movement.
   It began pumping into her, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. 
Even as it moved in and out, the tentacle shifted and twisted inside her,
managing to hit all over in her pussy.  Anya's gasps soon changed from
shock to mild pleasure...  Then to discomfort, as more and more tentacle
found its way into her.  When close to a foot of the beast's limb had
disappeared inside her, Anya let out a small cry as a sharp pain broke
through the haze of disorientation and pleasure.  The tentacle had reached
a barrier inside her, a place where nothing was supposed to go.  The
tentacle didn't let a little thing like a cervix stop it, though.  Its
flexibility and the impossible strength driving it saw to that.  With a
mighty thrust, the tentacle forced itself past her cervix, and began
curling and pumping up towards her womb.
   Anya screamed out in pain, only to be cut off mid shriek as a tentacle
forced its way into her open mouth.  Anya squeezed her eyes shut, gagging
on the taste - like old chewing gum still wet with someone else's saliva.
She tried to bite down on the tentacle, but found it impossible to break
into with her teeth.  It felt like biting a tire.  The creature must have
known what she tried to do, though, because it shook her in response,
rattling her head once more and painfully jarring the intrusion in her
cunt, Anya got the message and stopped fighting, focussing instead on
trying to breath around the tentacle that was quickly working up to an
impressive face-fucking speed.
   The tentacle in her mouth was wider than the one in her pussy, and as it
forced its way past her teeth and tongue, she found it blocked her throat
nearly entirely.  She felt herself gag on it, her body trying to vomit up
the invader, but couldn't.  Hanging upside down as she was, she felt the
bile rising - or, rather, falling - only to be packed back down her throat
by the thrusts of the face fucking tentacle.  Tears rolled from her eyes
over her forehead to her hair, but the demon didn't seem to notice or care.
   It did, after a few moments of this double treatment, change the
position she was held.  Releasing her ankle, the demon let Anya fall
towards the ground, catching her by tightening up on the two tentacles
inside her.  She was held like that, parallel to the floor, arms, legs, and
tits dangling down, speared like a spit-roast between the tentacles.  They
kept fucking her, never pulling out far enough to let her fall, managing to
get just a little bit deeper with every thrust.
   Anya's eyes, which had been squeezed shut in pain and had begun rolling
back for lack of breath, shot open when she felt a third tentacle prodding
between her ass cheeks.  It was thinner than the others, but just as long,
wet, and impossibly strong.  As Anya began screaming and pleading anew, her
voice entirely muffled by the tentacle in her throat, the new one found her
asshole.  It forced itself into her ass without difficulty - but not, for
Anya, without pain.  She continued to scream as best she could, to weakly
struggle, as it began to thrust into her anally, working itself deeply into
her bowels.
   Anya's struggles weakened more and more, before ceasing all together. 
She hung there limply, for a while, as the tentacles continued to fuck her
in her mouth, pussy, and ass mercilessly.  It was all she could do to suck
in a breath of air when the one fucking her throat pulled out far enough to
allow it...  She didn't have the strength for anything else as her body was
ravaged.
   The tentacles kept up the assault for nearly half an hour before, each
thrusting deeply into her, they began to cum.  Anya felt it fill deep
inside her.  It began as warm, almost pleasant, but soon grew hot.  The
thick goo wasn't enough to burn her (she hoped), but it was certainly hot
enough to be uncomfortable as it filled her more and more.  Each tentacle
sprayed more seed than any human could - together, they filled her so much
her body could barely stand it.  Even around the near perfect seal in her
ass and mouth, monster cum squeezed its way out around the tentacle.  Her
pussy, fucked loose and raw, leaked it rapidly.  For all that escaped,
though, still more cum was poured into her.  She wasn't given a choice
whether or not to swallow - the tentacle began cumming far enough down her
throat that it was depositing the cum almost directly into her stomach. 
The one in her ass had bent itself into the curves of her bowels as far as
her intestine, and was pumping itself out there.  The tentacle raping her
pussy was still winding and thrusting directly in her battered womb, and
filled it with cum.  By the time the three tentacles were all done
unloading inside her, her belly had visibly swollen from the treatment.
   All at once, the tentacles pulled out.  Without their support, Anya
fell, landing roughly on her stomach on the floor.  The tentacles were
still spraying cum, and soon her back and head were covered with the sticky
stuff.  She was coughing up cum, and it was pouring from her - now open and
gaping - pussy and ass.  Before long, she was laying in a veritable puddle
of the stuff.
   Breathing in heavy sobs, Anya eventually managed to push herself up to
all fours.  Hoping that the beast was done, that it had lost interest in
her, she began crawling away to find some place to hide.  That hope was
dashed when she felt a tentacle coil around her neck, holding her in place.
She glanced behind her, and her eyes widened as she saw what was coming. 
Two tentacles this time, twisting together, thrust themselves into her cunt
and began rapidly fucking it.  They were soon joined by a third...  then a
fourth.  More and more tentacles wormed their way into her cunt, spreading
it before them and making Anya's stomach bulge out and churn as they
wiggled and thrust inside her.
   Eventually, with her pussy spread easily half a foot wide, and Anya
still screaming in pain, the demon seemed to decide her cunt had reached
its limit.
   It wasn't until he began on her ass that Anya finally broke.
   As two tentacles thrust into her ass, aided by the lubrication of the
cum that still dripped from it, and adding to the impossible fullness Anya
was already feeling, her screaming stopped in a harsh gasp.  She collapsed
forward, face laying on the ground, ass and pussy still held raised by the
tentacles.  Here eyes were open, and thin lines of tears were cutting
through the monster cum that she wore on her face, but she did not struggle
or move.  Not even when she got up to four tentacles in her ass.  Nor when
two of them began working their way into her mouth at once.
   She was filled completely, a dozen tentacles fucking her all at once. 
And all she could do way lie there and take it.
   ***
   Buffy watched, wide-eyed.  The rational part of her brain thought that
this must be some part of the Nightmare Man's powers, forcing her to keep
looking.  But there was another part, a smaller part of her mind crying out
in the darkness, accusing her of being too fascinated to look away.  Like a
train wreck; you shouldn't watch the burning bodies, but you can't help it.
   A wreck.  That was probably the best way to describe Anya.  The demon
had continued to rape her for what seemed like hours.  After the dozen
tentacles in her all came, filling her to the point of bursting and coating
her more thickly when pulling out, the whole thing had just started again.
Every time, she was stretched a little bit further, a few more tentacles
found there way in.
   Anya's tits were criss-crossed with dozens of tiny red marks; a group of
thin, whip-like tentacles had been beating them raw, coiling around them to
squeeze them, pulling at her puffy nipples.  Her ass was gaping open, large
enough to fit Buffy's fist into.  Her pussy was even worse, though.  Even
after her cunt was filled to the brim, more tentacles tried to fit in.  The
first time in quite a while that Anya reacted, gave a shriek of pain, tried
to fight at all, was when a thin tentacle found her tiny piss-hole and
fucked her urethra.  Her face was a mess of tears, spit, bile, and demon
cum.  The tentacles had fucked her throat raw, sometimes forcing themselves
down towards her stomach, sometimes staying shallow enough in her mouth
that she had to taste the warm seed that it planted inside her.  Smaller
tentacles had even, at one point, found their way into her nostrils and
fucked her throat from there.
   Sometimes, the demon exposed her, spreading Anya wide and fucking her in
clear view of Buffy.  Sometimes it almost entirely engulfed her, Anya
hidden beneath a worming mass of purple tentacles.
   Through it all, Buffy couldn't look away.
   She was still watching when the demon finally began to withdraw into the
shadows, the picture in the window began fading to black.  Anya had been
fucked beyond recognition.  The puddle of cum she had been laying in was
now a pool, deep enough that Anya made bubbles in it, laying face down and
breathing.  Her pussy and ass here both gaping wide enough for Buffy to see
the cum packed into it, stretching her belly even as it poured out from her
holes.  Her entire body was coated in the demon's cum, a thick layer of
white obscuring her skin.  The worst part, though, was the face.
   As Anya rolled over onto her back, Buffy could see it.  Even through the
mask of cum, it was recognizable.  Her eyes were open, and glazed.  Her
breath was coming slow and shallow.  But her mouth...  She was smiling. 
Too wrecked by the treatment to even realize where she was, what was
happening, Anya was smiling as cum dripped from her lips.
   -Chapter 3 - Willow's Nightmare"Wasn't that a nifty little show?" Buffy
had almost forgotten the Nightmare Man was still there, sitting behind her,
until she felt his breath on her neck when he spoke.  She would have jumped
in surprise, but her bonds kept her firmly fastened to the chair.
   "You're sick." Was all she could bring herself to spit out.
   "I'm not the one who was enjoying that." He answered.  He stood, and
walked around to stand in front of her, gazing down at her.
   "You think I enjoyed watching that?"
   "Oh, I know you did.  Sure, you feel bad for her...  But Anya?  She
always was a bit of a bitch, wasn't she?  And a demon, too.  She deserved
that punishment...  And there's a part of you that knows that."
   "Now you're the one dreaming, asshole." Buffy tried to keep her retort
as light, as insulting as possible.  She tried not to show that his words
had hit a button in her.  That there was still that small voice screaming
inside her, trying to get attention...  Trying to tell her that the
Nightmare Man wasn't entirely wrong.
   The Nightmare Man laughed.  "Fine, fine, have it your way.  Still more
fun to come, you know...  And maybe you would enjoy it more if you were a
bit less stuffy, a bit more...  comfortable?"
   "What-" Buffy began, but then gasped.  Her clothes were gone!  Not
removed, not cut away or torn off...  Simple gone.  Her tits, large and
shapely, hung free.  She instinctively tired to squeeze her legs shut, to
block the view of her pussy from the man in front of her - but the bonds
around her ankles prevented her from closing her legs enough, and the fact
that she was completely clean shaven was not obscured.  She could feel the
steel of the chair on her naked back and ass, but it wasn't cold.  It was
almost pleasantly warm.
   "What the fuck?" Buffy cried out.
   "There now, isn't that better?  Sit back, relax, and enjoy the next
show."
   ***
   Willow felt the branches scrape at her skin, felt the pine needles and
stones bite at her feet, but she kept running.  She was naked, unprotected
from the hazards of the dark forest she was running through.  She didn't
care, though - she just knew she had to run.  She wasn't sure what she was
running from, but knew without a doubt that if she faltered, if she
stumbled even a step, they would catch her.
   She never saw the branch that was swung at her chest until after she was
knocked to the ground.
   "No," Willow whispered as the chasers got closer and closer, "No, no,
no, no." She tried to scramble to her feet, tried to get back to running,
but a shapely leg lashed out and kicked her, knocking her back to the
ground.
   "Please..." Willow whispered.  Laying on her side, she looked up at the
person who knocked her down.
   Just as naked as Willow, the short-haired blonde placed both hands on
her hips and smirked down at Willow.  "Miss me, bitch?" Veruca asked?
   ***
   "Veruca?" Buffy growled, "What's that bitch doing in Willow's dreams?"
Buffy didn't have a whole lot to do with the female werewolf that had
gotten between Willow and Oz, but Buffy hadn't forgiven her.
   "Ever since she saw her old boyfriend go all werewolfy, she's been
afraid of them, you know.  And the thought that someone like Veruca
existed, who liked the wolf form?  That terrifies her."
   "But that doesn't-"
   "And you know, poor little repressed Willow?  Before she started lezzing
out with the blonde, Oz was her only partner...  Veruca's sort of sexual
aggression scares her.  Now hush, this is about to get good."
   ***
   Pinning Willow to the ground with a bare foot between the redhead's
breasts, Veruca was grinning.  "You here them getting closer, don't you? 
You know there coming for you."
   "Please," Willow began, "I have to...  I have to-"
   "Have to what?  Run?  Get away?  You're not going anywhere, bitch.  My
boys want you, and I give my boys what they want.  Unlike you."
   Before Willow could answer, the pack of werewolves arrived.
   They didn't look much like wolves, really.  More like a cross between a
dog and a monkey.  Each one would have barely been four feet tall if it
stood on its hind legs.  Fur covered them from their short tale to their
flat faces.  It did little to hide the sharp claws and long fangs, though.
Or, Willow saw with a gasp, the angry, red, bulbous cocks dangling between
their legs.
   In a sudden dash of desperation, Willow pushed Veruca's foot from her
and rolled to her knees, trying to push herself to her feet.  She never got
past all fours, though, when one of the werewolves grabbed her from behind.
She felt its claws bite into the skin on her back, leaving angry red
scratches, and she froze.  A quick glance over her shoulder told her that
the largest werewolf - probably the pack leader - had grabbed her.  She
closed her eyes, expecting to feel the killing bite any second now.  It
would probably kill her like any wolf would, closing its jaw on her neck,
making her either bleed out, or breaking her neck with a shake.
   Instead, she felt something warm and hard begin pressing against her
backside.
   "Oh, did you think my boys just wanted to eat you?" Veruca giggled as
she knelt beside Willow.  "Well, they do...  But not right away.  They're
going to have some fun with you first...  Here, I'll help."
   Veruca reached beneath Willow, who couldn't help but give a startled
gasp as she felt the blonde's hand brush past her exposed pussy.  Veruca
must have guided the werewolf a bit, because what had been pressure banging
against her ass and hips was soon pressing directly into her cunt.
   "Enjoy the ride, bitch." Veruca whispered to her, before removing her
hand...  And with it, what little restrain the werewolf had.
   With a howl, there werewolf thrust itself into Willow's pussy.  Willow
screamed out, half in shock and half in pain, as the large member forced
itself into her dry pussy.  The cock was vaguely man shaped - but larger
around than a man the size of the werewolf would likely have.  She couldn't
tell for sure, but it must have been three inches wide at least, though the
tip tapered to more of a point.
   The werewolf used its supernatural strength to bury the entire length of
its cock into her in one thrust, and then it began fucking her for real. 
It moved impossibly fast, fast enough that the friction burned at Willow's
insides even as her pussy began to grow wet against her will.  With each
thrust, the werewolves hips banged against Willow's ass, the smacking sound
ringing through the dark forest.
   "Oh fuck...  Oh fuuuuck...  pleeeaase get it offffff..." Willow hated
herself for begging Veruca, but she couldn't help it.  The blonde seemed to
exert some sort of control over these monsters.
   "Get it off?  Silly little slut, getting my big boy off is your job."
Veruca chided.  As she spoke, she ran one hand down her tits and stomach,
and began rubbing her own exposed cunt.  "I'm just going to sit back and
watch you get made into the bitch you deserve to be."
   The werewolf's whole body was a blur - not that Willow could see.  She
had her eyes closed, and her face down in the grass.  She was biting her
lip, trying to keep from crying out in front of that blonde bitch again. 
Whimpers of intense pleasure still found their way out, though, as the
monster fucked her hard enough to make her knees start digging groves into
the dirt.  Her pleasure was interrupted by a gasp of pain as the werewolf
shifted its grip on her, scoring shallow, but painful, scratches down her
neck and back.  With its front paws resting on her ass, it began to pound
even deeper, if possible, the slightly different angle bring a new wash of
feelings over Willow.
   With a howl, the werewolf's frantic fucking stopped, the monster bucking
as deeply into the redhead as it could.  As it began to unload it seed,
blowing its cum directly into Willow's raped pussy, she tilted her head up
and cried out "Ohhhh myyy goddessssss!" She could feel the hot cum filling
her, the warm cock throbbing inside her, and it brought her to orgasm, her
whole body shaking in pleasure.  When it passed, she collapsed back down
face first on the ground.  Her shoulders were heaving.  She was sobbing
into the grass.  She was whimpering "Tara...  I'm sorry Tara...  I
didn't... I didn't want to like it..."
   As the werewolf dismounted her, pulling its cock from her with a wet
slurp, Veruca giggled.  "That was hot," she said, licking clean the fingers
she had just pulled from her own pussy.  "I'm glad to see you knew your
place.  Aren't they just the best fucks?" When Willow didn't answer, Veruca
frowned.  "Oh, come on, you're not done already, are you?  Oh well, now
that the leader had its way with you, they're satisfied.  They'll probably
just eat you now." Her words were backed by the sound of a dozen werewolves
growling.
   That got Willow's attention.  She looked up.  Her face was wet with
tears, and she had grass stains on one check where the fucking had forced
her head to rub across the ground.  She looked scared.
   "Of course," Veruca continued, "there is a way to get out of this in one
piece..."
   "Wh...  What?" Willow's voice trembled.  She had seen the damage an
angry werewolf could do.  She didn't want to be the target of it.
   "You have to be useful to the pack...  And since you're not a werewolf,
that means you're going to be the bottom of the rung, babe.  You've got to
be their little fuck toy, a subservient little bitch for them all." As she
spoke, the lead werewolf, the one who had just fucked her, walked around to
her face, and turned its back on her.  "And you know how dogs show their
subservience, don't you?"
   Willow was too afraid to speak, but as she nodded, a sob ripped its way
from her mouth.  The werewolf's tail was raised.  Its cock and balls,
shrunken somewhat after dumping its load inside her, dangling freely.  As
it looked over its shoulder, somehow looking expectant through the mask of
fur and fang, Willow knew that if she wanted to get out of this alive, it
was not the monster dog's cock she had to worry about.
   Shuffling forward on all fours, Willow tentatively stuck out her tongue.
She stayed like that for a moment, hesitating, her mouth and tongue only an
inch or two from their destination.  With a sigh, Veruca came closer. 
"Don't keep us waiting, bitch.  Get in there." Placing one hand on the back
of Willow's head, she pushed forward, forcing Willow mouth-first into the
werewolf's ass.
   Grimacing at the knowledge of what she was doing, Willow began to move
her tongue, licking at the werewolf's ass.  She ran it up and down across
the asshole before Veruca growled a command to go deeper.  Too scared to
refuse, Willow complied, and began moving her tongue in and out of the
monster's ass, rimming him as deeply as she could.  It didn't taste good,
but not as disgustingly awful as she had imagined; rather, it just tasted
wrong, like her brain was telling her that her tongue was never supposed to
be touching what it was touching.
   The werewolf seemed to enjoy the treatment.  It titled its head back and
gave a low, slow howl; almost like a moan.  Willow tried to come up for
breath, the Veruca's hand on the back of her head prevented her from
getting far.  She got just enough distance to notice that the werewolf's
cock was hard again, and twitching, before Veruca drove her back down to
work.
   Realizing that she wasn't going to be allowed to stop until the monster
was satisfied, Willow grimly set to work.  She began working her tongue
harder and faster, flicking it in and out, and sometimes curling it around
on the inside of the monster's ass.  She thought about reaching around to
stroke its cock, too, but decided against it - she didn't want to startle
the beast and risk upsetting it.  So she worked hard with the only tool she
had, rimming the monster with all the skill she could muster.
   It must have been enough because, after ten or so minutes of this
treatment, the werewolf's howl grew in pitch, and Willow heard the sound of
something wet striking the ground; the monster had cum again, blowing its
load straight down.  Willow felt the pressure on the back of her head
lessen and came up for breath.
   "Impressive, bitch," Veruca commented.  "All that time dyking out must
have given you a pretty strong tongue."
   Willow didn't snap back.  Instead, looking meakly up, she said "There, I
did what I had to, right?"
   Veruca laughed.  "You showed your subservience to the pack leader... 
and only him.  If you stop there, you might as well be telling the other
boys that you're better than them all.  And they wouldn't appreciate that."
A chorus of growls rolled through the forest.  "You might want to keep
working."
   Crying and on all fours, Willow crawled from werewolf to werewolf.  She
stopped at each one long enough to give them a rimjob, sticking her tongue
in their assholes and playing with it there until they came from her
attention.  Most were quicker to cum that the pack leader - after all, they
hadn't gotten a chance to blow their load inside her yet.  Some, however,
took longer, and Willow had to tongue them until her mouth was sore.  While
none of them tasted good, some were worse than others, making Willow gag in
revulsion at the smell and taste.  Most stood still, but some moved around,
making Willow have to chase after them on all fours.  One even pushed
Willow down to her back and sat on her face while she rimmed it, angled so
that when it came, it splashed its seed down Willow's tits and stomach. 
Eventually, however, she had proven herself subservient to them all.
   "Good girl," Veruca giggled again when Willow had finished servicing the
asses of every werewolf there.  "Tell my boys you'd rather be their bitch
than their supper."
   Willow swallowed nervously, and cast her eyes to the ground.  "I...  I
want to be their bitch." she whispered.
   "Louder." The blonde commanded.
   "I want to be their bitch."
   "Convince them or they'll eat you!"
   "I want to be their bitch!" Willow yelled it this time, crying as she
heard her voice bounce among the trees and echo back at her.  Veruca tilted
her head back and laughed, long and hard.
   "She's all yours, boys!"
   Released from whatever restrain had been holding them back, all the
werewolves except the pack leader surged forward, snapping at each other,
wrestling to get to the redhead first.  Willow thought about making a break
for it while they were distracted with one another, but the presence of the
pack leader in front of her, teeth barred, kept her still.
   Eventually, one werewolf - not the biggest, but obviously the best
fighter - managed to get to Willow.  It wasted no time mounting her, its
claws digging into the sensitive skin of her ass and leaving angry red
lines down it.  It missed with its first few thrusts, its hard cock
bouncing painfully off of Willow's ass, before finding her cunt.  With a
growl of pleasure, it sank all the way into her, and began fucking her.  It
may have been slower and weaker than the pack leader...  But not enough to
make a difference where Willow was concerned.  To her, the fuck was just as
fast, as painfully rough, as the first had been.
   This werewolf pounded away at Willow for a while, battering her already
sore cunt.  Then, with no more warning than a growing howl, it came as
well, refilling her cunt which had been dripping cum since the first
monster took her.  Willow took in a deep breath as the werewolf dismounted
her, but she barely got a chance to breathe before the next one climbed up.
   The newest one had a big cock - bigger even than the pack leader had
been.  As it stretched her out, Willow gasped.  It may have well been one
of the largest things Willow had ever put in her pussy, larger around than
four of Tara's fingers when her girlfriend fingered her.  Willow tried to
bite her lip, but a moan escaped all the same.  By the time the werewolf
began fucking her for real, Willow was calling out in unwilling pleasure
"Oh goddess, oh yessssss!"
   Another werewolf must have grown too impatient to wait for the big one
to finish in the redhead's cunt.  Coming around to Willow's head, it
mounted her there, its claws digging scratches down her shoulders.  Its
hard dick struck Willow's face twice before she got the idea, and took it
in her mouth.  It tasted strong, and musky...  but not altogether bad. 
Willow had never even sucked a cock - her sex with Oz had been fairly
straightforward, and with Tara her mouth was often too otherwise occupied
to worry about sucking a dildo - but her lack of skill mattered little
here. Rather than let her suck it, the werewolf began thrusting, fucking
her face as quickly and forcefully as its friends had fucked her pussy. 
Its dick was forced far enough down her throat to make her gag as her lips
were pressed to the bare patch of skin at the base of it.  It was all
Willow could do to keep from having a tooth knocked out by the sheer power
of the thrusts.  It was uncomfortable, but a small part of Willow was
grateful for the cock in her mouth - at least it muffled the moans of
pleasure that she was ashamed to be making.
   As both her throat and pussy were fucked raw, Willow made a decision. 
She might not like what was happening to her (even if her body was reacting
well to some of it), but she should get it done and over with as quickly as
she could.  Giving these supernatural rapists what they want, making them
cum quickly so they'd leaver her alone...  That wasn't cheating, right? 
Tara would understand...  Tara wouldHer train of thought was derailed as an
orgasm, the second of the night, tore through her body.  The werewolf in
her cunt was still pounding away, even as her pussy clenched in pleasure
around its dick.  Even through the cock being forced over her tongue and
down her throat, Veruca could hear Willow's moans of pleasure, she could
see how Willow's fingers clutched at the grass, how her eyes rolled back
then squeezed shut.  The sight of it all brought Veruca's fingers back to
her own cunt with renewed vigour.
   The monster fucking Willow's face came first, filling her mouth with its
warm seed.  She swallowed as much as she could - less because she wanted
to, and more because she needed to in order to breath.  It tasted salty,
and strong.  Even with her throat working to down the cum, some of it still
leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin.  Not long
after, the one in her cunt followed suit, blasting his load into her with
enough force and pressure to tear another orgasm from the redheaded witch.
   As those two removed themselves from her, Willow moaned, lowly.  A base,
pathetic sound, half of desperation and half of fear.  She didn't want
more, she told herself.  That wasn't what the noise meant.  No, she just
needed the cocks in her to get this whole ordeal over with sooner.
   The werewolves obliged.  Sometimes one at a time, and sometimes one at
each end, they fucked her, each just as fast and as powerful as the one
before.  More than once, a werewolf missed its initial mark, and planted
its cock into her ass, forcing her to scream in pain around whatever was in
her mouth at the time.  The werewolves didn't seem to mind, though, and
rode her anally just as hard as they did in her pussy.  Some of them,
including the pack leader and the big-cocked one, came back for seconds,
opting to use a hole, mouth, pussy, or ass, that they hadn't tried yet.
   By the time all of the werewolves were satisfied, Willow was leaking cum
from all of her holes.  Her back, shoulders, and ass were covered in long,
painful scratches, some deep enough to bleed.  She was breathing heavily -
she had lost count of how many times she had cum.  For a while, she had
spoken again, repeating "I'm sorry Tara," over and over as orgasm after
orgasm was ripped from her.  She spoke no more, though, just stared at the
ground, tongue hanging out, panting like a dog herself.
   Using one of her feet, Veruca pushed Willow over, rolling her onto her
back.  Veruca had spent most of the show masturbating ferociously, getting
off on the humiliation and pain her rival was being put through.  The
blonde wiped her fingers, sticky and wet with the juice from her cunt, off
on Willow's hair.  "Think you're done, bitch?" she asked.
   "Please..." was all Willow could muster.
   "You've done good so far...  But there is still one member of the pack
you haven't proved yourself submissive too.  One more ass you need to lick,
if you want to keep my boys happy."
   With that, Veruca sat on Willow's face, spreading her ass cheeks with
both hands and positioning her asshole directly above Willow's cum-stained
lips.  The redhead didn't even hesitate.  Mindlessly, she stuck out her
tongue and craned her neck forward so she could reach.  She stuck her
tongue as deeply as she could into Veruca's ass, and began lapping at it
like a thirsty dog.
   Veruca, for her part, just laughed as Willow rimmed her like the good
little bitch she was.
   -Chapter 4 - Dawn's NightmareDawn's eyes fluttered open.  She looked
around her, and smiled.  Home, in her room, she felt warm and safe.  She
was in her bed, covered in blankets and a large duvet.  As her eyes scanned
the room, she thought about how lucky she was, all in all.  She might
complain and, yes, at times be a bit of a brat...  But still, that didn't
meanShe nearly jumped out of her skin when her eyes fell across Buffy, who
had been standing at the foot of her bed, watching.
   ***
   "Please, leave Dawnie alone, she's just a kid." Buffy hated begging...
But she had seen what the Nightmare Man had put the other three through. 
She hated the thought of it happening to her little sister...  And hated
more that she would have to watch.
   Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, the little voice that had been
getting louder by the minute, screamed again.  She just hated the thought
that she might enjoy watching.
   "I'm not going to do anything to your sister." the Nightmare Man said,
nodding towards the window through which they watched.  "You are."
   "Me?  What do you mean?  Dawn's scared of me?"
   "Of course she is.  Ever since she found out she wasn't real, she was
just the Key, she's known there might come a day when she's too dangerous.
There might come a day when her big, bad, hero sister will have to deal
with her the way you deal with all the other supernatural threats."
   "I wouldn't-"
   "Not too mention the...  Well, she's scared of more than just you. 
Funny little subconscious on the girl, you know.  Oh well, you'll see."
   "Please," Buffy repeated, "please just let her go." She squirmed in the
metal chair, her naked flesh rubbing against it, trying to get closer to
the Nightmare Man, to do...  Well, to do something, even if she didn't know
exactly what.
   "Hush.  I've been waiting for this particular dream all night."
   ***
   "Buffy?" Dawn asked, rising from bed, "What's going on?"
   "You're a dumb bitch, you know that Dawn?" Buffy's voice was hard, and
cold.
   Dawn reeled as if she'd been slapped, the insult catching her off guard.
"What?"
   "You're a dumb little bitch.  I know what you've been up to, whoring
around.  Now you're going to be punished for it."
   "Buffy-" Dawn began, but never got a chance to finish.  Buffy struck her
with an open handed slap that knocked her over onto her bed, and left an
angry red handprint on her cheek.
   From there, Buffy wasted little time.  Reaching over the bed, she
grabbed either side of the fluffy pink pyjama top her sister was wearing.
With one tug, she ripped all of the buttons off and pulled it off.  Dawn's
16-year old tits, smaller than Buffy's but firm and perky with youth,
bounced free.  As Dawn gasped, and reached up to try and cover her breasts,
Buffy hooked her fingers in the waistband of both Dawn's matching pink
bottoms and the white cotton panties she was wearing underneath, and pulled
both off, leaving her sister completely naked on her bed.
   "Please Buffy-" Dawn started as she struggled on her bed, but Buffy
silenced her with a hand around her throat, pinning her to the mattress.
   "This is what you like, isn't it whore?  Showing off your body to the
world?  Don't lie!  I know you've been bad!" As she started listing crimes
off, Buffy rained slaps with her free hand down on Dawn's tits. 
"Shoplifting!  Parking with boys!  Sucking teacher cock for grades!  You
stupid!  Dirty!  Whore!" with the last word, Buffy changed her tactic, and
brought her open palm down on Dawn's exposed pussy.  Even through the
choking grip on her throat, Dawn managed to squeal in pain and surprise.
   "You like it when boys use this dirty cunt of yours, bitch?  You like it
like this?" Buffy reached between her sister's legs and forcefully shoved
two fingers into it.  Dawn was dry, and gasped again in pain, though no
sound came out.  Buffy started fucking her sister with two fingers,
thrusting into her hard enough that Dawn was sliding up and down on her
bed. Dawn's eyes were wide, her mouth gaping as she tried in vain to suck
in breath and scream out in pain.
   Buffy ignored her sister's plight, focusing instead on finger-banging
her with all of the Slayer's supernatural strength.  Before long, Dawn's
pussy lips were red and swollen.  She was also, Buffy noted grimly, soaking
wet.  As soon as Buffy worked a third finger into her sister's tight snatch
and started thrusting with it, she felt Dawn's pussy clench and shiver
around her.  Dawn's eyes rolled back in her head, and her whole body shook.
   Buffy released her grip on Dawn's throat, and the petite brunette sucked
in air greedily.  Buffy pulled her fingers, practically dripping wet, from
Dawn's cunt.  "I knew a whore like you would like that.  You came, didn't
you?"
   "I didn-" Dawn didn't get any further as, with as much force as she had
shown on her pussy, Buffy shoved the same three fingers into Dawn's mouth.
Dawn gagged instantly, spitting up bile around the fingers.  Buffy,
ignoring the filth that was dripping down her sister's chin onto her tits,
finger-fucked her face for a few moments until she was satisfied that she
had cleaned off all of her sister's juices in Dawn's mouth.
   As Dawn lay there, gasping for breath and crying at the assault, Buffy
began disrobing.  The white t-shirt was the first to go, followed by a red
bra.  Her tits were larger than Dawn's, but no less firm.  Her jeans and
panties came next, sliding down past her toned ass.
   Free of the restraint, the rock-hard, 9 inch cock hanging from between
Buffy's legs sprang to life.
   ***
   "A dick?" Buffy gasped, "Dawn's nightmare me has a dick?" She didn't
even know what to do with that information.
   "Hmmm, yes.  It seems that little Dawn saw a movie once.  A naughty one.
The image stuck with her."
   "But...  But she gave me a dick?"
   "Is it such a stretch?" The Nightmare Man was clearly enjoying this.  He
was lounging in a chair next to Buffy...  He even had summoned up a bag of
popcorn for himself.  "Strong, Amazon women get dicks.  She's intimidated
by you, my dear."
   As the Nightmare Man held out a fistful of popcorn to her face, Buffy
snarled at him.  "Just get this over with, already."
   "You're not enjoying the show?  Oh I know!" He stood, his popcorn
vanishing as he did, and clapped his hands together.  "Here, this will
help!" All of a sudden, Buffy felt a strange, tingly warmth from her
crotch.
   "What did you just do to me?"
   "I linked you with the nightmare.  Now you'll feel everything that the
Buffy in Dawn's dream feels.  A little different, of course...  You don't
have all the same equipment, after all.  But everything that Dawn does
which makes that Buffy feel good, you'll feel too.  It's like interactive
television!  You might as well be right there in the show, raping her along
with the shemale there!"
   Buffy let loose a stream of profanities directed at the monster.
   "Tsk, tsk, language.  Just for that, you're not going to be able to cum.
You'll feel all of the pleasure, all of the build up, but no release for
you, so there." As Buffy started swearing more, he shook his head and waved
a hand.  Buffy's threats and insults were cut short as a red ball-gag
appeared in her mouth.  "That's better.  I can't stand people who talk
during shows.  I'll take it away when you learn to behave."
   Without waiting for her muffled reply, he sat back down to watch the
action.
   ***
   Dawn was frozen in place, her eyes glued the monster cock jutting from
her sister's crotch.  "Buffy...  You..."
   "What's wrong, slut?  Never seen one this big?  I bet you dream of
getting a hard fuck from a huge cock though, don't you?"
   "No, I-"
   "Stop lying!" Buffy lashed out, grabbing a fistful of Dawn's long hair,
and dragged her off of the bed.  She forcefully pushed Dawn to her knees,
so she was eye level with the cock.  "Open, slut!" Dawn looked up at Buffy,
eyes filled with fear, and kept her lips sealed.  Sighing in annoyance,
Buffy reached down and tweaked one of her tits, pinching and twisting the
nipple hard.  Dawn's mouth opened in a squeak of pain, and Buffy took the
opportunity to shove her cock halfway down her sister's throat.
   Dawn gagged almost immediately at the fierce intrusion, but Buffy
ignored it.  Grabbing Dawn's head in both hands, Buffy held her still while
thrusting her hips, driving her cock in and out of Dawn's mouth.  The dick
was wide enough that Dawn had to strain her jaw around it, but Buffy
ignored the feeling of teeth scrapping as she went.  With every thrust she
would force the cock deeper and deeper down Dawn's throat.
   Feeling her sister gag and wretch again, Buffy pulled her cock free from
Dawn's mouth.  A stream of bile followed it as Dawn wretched, adding to the
mess dripping down her face onto her tits.  As Dawn gasped in air, Buffy
started again, fucking her sister's face as hard as she could.
   It wasn't long before the rough treatment made Dawn gag and wretch
again, this time only to have the bile pounded back down her throat as
Buffy kept up her assault.  Dawn tried to struggle, brought both hands up
to push on Buffy's hips, to try to force her away.  But Buffy's strength
was too much, and the grip she had on Dawn's head iron tight.  Before long,
Dawn, who hadn't been able to breathe properly with Buffy's dick blocking
her throat, began to weaken.  Her arms fell away, as Buffy kept using her
head like a sex toy.
   "Fuuck...  You like this, don't you bitch?  Like being fucked like the
slut you are.  Like being used the way you deseeeerrrvvve" Buffy drew the
last word out into a low moan as she felt her balls tighten.  All at once,
with mammoth pressure, she began to cum, blasting her load down her
sister's throat.  She came faster than Dawn could swallow, and it soon
backed up her throat, squeezing around Buffy's cock to fill Dawn's mouth,
then leak out at the corner of Dawn's lips.
   And Buffy kept cumming.
   She pulled a bit further out of Dawn's throat, emptying her balls
directly into Dawn mouth.  Throat clear, Dawn half-gasped in air, only to
find herself choking on shemale cum instead.  She coughed, and spluttered,
spilling cum to mix in with the bile that coated her chin and chest.  Buffy
pulled her cock out enough to milk the last of her cum out directly onto
Dawn's tits, and then wiped her soiled cock off in a fistful of Dawn's
hair.
   Dawn was crying, gasping in air and coughing out cum.
   Buffy grinned.
   ***
   "Mmmph!" Buffy cried through the ball gag in her mouth, squirming as
much on the chair as the bonds would allow.  From the moment the
shemale-Buffy had slide her cock into Dawn's throat, this Buffy had felt
herself building towards orgasm, a wave of pleasure growing and growing...
   And never cresting.
   No matter how she squirmed, no matter what she did, she couldn't cum.
   The Nightmare Man had noticed Buffy's plight, and known immediately what
her problem was.  He smiled at her.  "I'll tell you what, little lady,
we'll make a deal.  You want to come, right?  Well, I want you to know
exactly how much you let your friends, your family, down.  I want you to
tell me to rape your little sister.  Don't get me wrong, that dream Buffy
is going to do it one way or another.  But if you want to cum, you need to
tell me you want her to.  Hell, since it's going to happen anyways, it's
not even like telling me to rape her will make a difference...  So just say
it, and get your release.  What do you think, hm?"
   He reached forward and pulled the ball gag from Buffy's mouth.  "Fuck
you," the Slayer gasped.  With a shrug, the Nightmare Man shoved the gag
back between her lips.
   "I'll check again in a while...  Let me know when you change your mind."
   ***
   Dawn burst from her bedroom door, naked and dripping Buffy's cum and her
own puke from her face and tits.  Buffy had turned her back on Dawn to grab
some tissue to clean herself up a bit, and Dawn had taken the chance to try
to get away; so now she was running for her life towards the staircase that
would lead to the front door and her freedom.
   She didn't get far.
   Dawn didn't even hear Buffy coming until she felt a hand tangle in her
hair, and was pulled from her feet.  She cried out in pain as she was
dragged backwards, by her hair, a few steps.
   "Stupid slut, where were you trying to get?" As Buffy spoke, she stood
directly above Dawn, her cock and testicles dangling above her face.  When
Dawn didn't answer, Buffy looked around.  The nearest door was open, and
Buffy smiled.  "Maybe you wanted to go to the bathroom, huh?  Well let's
go."
   Not wanting to be dragged by her hair, Dawn had no choice but to roll to
her hands and knees and scamper on all fours after Buffy, who was pulling
her hair like a leash.  Buffy dragged her across the tiled floor,
depositing her in front of the toilet.  Before Dawn could recover, Buffy
was behind her, holding her in place with one hand on the back of her head.
Dawn's face was hanging in front of the open toilet seat.
   "Now I'm going to give you what you want, you little slut.  A nice, hard
cock in that whore cunt of yours." Buffy used her free hand to guide her
cock, which was still hard despite having cum only moments ago, to Dawn's
pussy.  Dawn was still wet and open from the hard finger-fucking Buffy had
given her, so it was little work to begin shoving the cock in.
   "Oh my god," Dawn cried as the cock filled her, "Ohhh myyy gooooodddd!"
   Buffy just grunted as she forced inch after inch of her dick into her
sister's cunt, which was spreading open before her slow, steady assault. 
Dawn was tight, for a slut who just got finger fucked to orgasm.  Dawn's
pussy squeezed around the cock, milking it pleasantly.
   In one strong, slow push, Buffy sank all 9 inches of her cock into her
sister, letting her balls dangle against Dawn's pussy lips.  She held there
for a moment, as Dawn moaned and protested.  Then she started.
   The first pull-out and thrust was hard enough to echo the smack of their
hips together around the bathroom, and make Dawn cry out in pain.  The
second was harder still.  Using all of her supernatural strength and speed,
Buffy started fucking Dawn doggy-style like a machine, pistoning in and
out, making her sister scream out in pain and pleasure again and again. 
Before long, Dawn's ass grew hot and red under the assault, the constant
banging of Buffy's waist against it.  Her cunt grew so wet juices
practically dripped from it, coating Buffy's cock as it moved inside her.
Every now and then Buffy would yank back on Dawn's hair, craning her neck
painfully and forcing just another fraction of an inch deeper.  Buffy was
in heaven.
   Dawn was in hell.
   "God!  Fuck!  Please stop!  It's too much!  It's toooo muuuch!  Ahhhh!"
Dawn screamed out when the first orgasm hit her, rolling through her body
like it had a mind of its own.  Buffy felt her sister's cunt tremble and
squeeze around her cock, and that just urged her on to more speed and more
power in her thrusts.
   "You talk too much." Buffy grunted.  Using the hand on the back of
Dawn's head, she pushed forward, forcing Dawn face-first into the toilet.
   "No, pl-" whatever Dawn was trying to plead, it was cut off in a stream
of gurgling bubbles as her face was forced beneath the toilet water.
   Buffy held her like that, face down in the toilet while she fucked her
from behind, for 5 seconds.  15 seconds.  30 seconds.  After almost a
minute, she pulled Dawn's head up.  Dawn gasped in breath as toilet water
streamed down her hair and face.  It had washed off the mess below her
mouth, but gotten into her eyes and nose and ears.  Dawn blinked and
sobbed, trying to see, trying to breath - and then Buffy pushed her down
again.
   She fucked Dawn like this for close to an hour.  Pounding away in Dawn's
pussy, Buffy's cock ripped orgasm after unwilling orgasm from her sister's
body.  At the same time, though, the vicious assault left Dawn's pussy lips
swollen and sore, her ass burning red.  Buffy would force Dawn into the
toilet water and hold her there as she struggled, bubbles issuing from her
underwater screams, until Buffy could feel her sister growing desperate for
air, then she would let her up just long enough to suck in a breath before
starting again.
   Finally, after more time and more orgasms than Dawn could count, Buffy's
speed picked up even more.  With a roar, she pushed deep enough into Dawn
to feel the tip of her cock hit the back of Dawn's cunt, and began to
unload her balls directly into her sister's pussy.  She came with enough
force that Dawn actually rocked forward a little (and came for the
umpteenth time).  As Buffy pulled her cock out, cum flowed from the pussy
it left gaping open.  Placing her cock between the globes of Dawn's ass,
Buffy came up Dawn's back, some of her seed going as far as Dawn's hair on
the back of her head.
   Only after coating Dawn's back, when Buffy's cock began to soften, did
the shemale Slayer let Dawn up to breath from her last toilet bath.
   Dawn didn't speak.  She just sobbed, chest and shoulders heaving as she
coughed out toilet water.
   "You liked that, didn't you, slut?  Don't try to lie to me, I could feel
your slutty cunt cum on my cock." Buffy roughly repositioned Dawn so the
brunette was sitting on her ass, leaning back against the toilet.  Too weak
to even hold herself upright, Dawn's head rolled back, so it was framed by
the toilet bowl as she stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the fact that her
long hair was dangling directly into the toilet water.
   Buffy laughed as she looked down at her sister's face, framed in
porcelain, soaking wet with toilet water.  "You look good there, slut. 
Like you belong." Dawn didn't react, not even when Buffy spit at her, a
glob of saliva striking Dawn on the cheek just below her eye.  "You like it
there, don't you?  Well here, why don't I put you to the work you deserve."
   Dawn looked up at Buffy, pathetic, worn desperation in her eyes.  Buffy
just smiled and aimed her cock at Dawn's face before letting loose a
torrent of piss.  As the urine splashed across her lips and nose, Dawn
tried to move, tried to push herself out of the way of the stream.  But
Buffy was flexible enough to place one foot between her tits just below
Dawn's throat, and strong enough to hold her in place with it.  All while
emptying her bladder on her little sister's face.
   Dawn tried to speak, to beg Buffy to stop, but that only let Buffy aim
for her mouth, and coat her tongue in piss.  After that, Dawn sealed her
lips, and squeezed her eyes shut just in time to feel the jet or pee splash
against her eyelids as Buffy changed her aim.  Dawn tried to hold her
breath through the ordeal, to prevent having to smell - or worse, inhale -
Buffy's piss, but the Slayer's bladder was seemingly bottomless. 
Eventually, Dawn had no choice but to breathe in through her nose, and sure
enough Buffy aimed her torrent there, making Dawn sniff in a stream of
piss. Dawn spluttered, choked, and coughed as she did, which gave Buffy
another opportunity to send a blast to the back of Dawn's throat, which she
instinctively swallowed to avoid choking.
   After what seemed like an eternity of piss, Buffy wrung the last few
drops out of her cock directly onto Dawn's forehead.  Dawn was crying
again, now, sobbing heavily all while trying to keep her mouth closed. 
Buffy looked down at her sister, than at her own flaccid cock.
   "I'm still not done with you, slut.  There's a hole I haven't gotten to
try yet...  But you'll need to get me nice and hard again, first." As she
spoke, Buffy turned her back on Dawn, then sat on the toilet seat - and on
Dawn's face.  Buffy's balls rested on Dawn's chin, her asshole directly
over Dawn's mouth.  She could feel Dawn's lips and nose buried into her
backside.  "If you want to breathe, you're going to use that little whore
tongue of yours and lick my ass, slut."
   ***
   Buffy gasped again into the gag.  Her eyes were squeezed shut.  Drool
was pooling underneath the hard rubber in her mouth and dripping down her
chin.  She was shifting on the chair, trying to make some contact between
the warm steel and her pussy.  Trying to get herself off.
   When she opened her eyes, she could see the shemale-Buffy through the
dream window.  Still sitting on Dawn's face, she had her eyes closed and
was stroking her cock, moaning in pleasure.  She would rise herself up just
far enough to give Dawn a breath of air before settling back down.  Though
Buffy couldn't see it, she knew Dawn's tongue was working frantically,
desperate for air, in and out of her sister's ass.
   Buffy knew, because she could feel it.
   She could feel the warm, strong tongue lapping at her own asshole,
delving in and out of it like a tiny cock, occasionally curling inside it
to run across the walls of her ass.  She had never been much for anal, but
this...  This felt amazing.  She could feel how it was driving her, driving
the other Buffy, closer and closer to orgasm.  But she knew that she would
never get there.
   "You seem a bit distracted, little girl...  Something you want to say?"
The Nightmare Man pulled the gag from Buffy's mouth again, letting it hand
around her neck like some perverted necklace.  With it came a wave of
drool, dripping down to Buffy's tits.
   "Fu...  Fuck off..." Buffy managed to gasp.  The Nightmare Man just
laughed.
   ***
   "Good little anal licker..." Buffy moaned, "I bet the boys love it when
you do this to them, don't they?" Whatever Dawn's answer, it was muffled
through Buffy's ass.  Though her trying to speak did make a pleasant
vibration.
   "Alright, slut, I think we're ready." Buffy announced when her cock was
good and hard.  She stood up, and pulled Dawn to her feet as the young girl
breathed in deeply, making up for close to fifteen minutes of licking ass
and breathing only in quick gasps.  Buffy sat on the edge of the tub, and
turned Dawn to face away from her.  "You're going to ride my cock like the
whore you are, slut.  And we both know where whore's like taking it." With
that, Buffy pulled Dawn towards her, pointing her cock straight at the
tiny, puckered bud of Dawn's asshole.
   With both hands on Dawn's hips, Buffy ignored her sister's shriek of
pain as she forced herself into Dawn's tight ass.  And it was very tight.
Lubed up only with Dawn's spit and dying pussy juice, Buffy's cock had
trouble making its way into Dawn's asshole, but the Slayer's strength would
not be stopped.  Pulling down on Dawn's hip, pushing up with her own, Buffy
forced herself deeper and deeper into her sister's rectum.
   Dawn's voice cracked and faltered by the time Buffy got halfway in,
giving out into a pathetic mewling sound.  Buffy stopped, and began to lift
Dawn off of her.  Dawn had only enough time to register a small glimmer of
hope that the shemale was done with her before Buffy reversed direction
again, bucking another two inches into Dawn's ass.
   She began to fuck Dawn like that, using her strength to pull her on and
off her cock, bouncing her up and down.  Dawn's teeth rattled together, her
eyes lost focus as she grew dizzy from the bouncing, but Buffy didn't slow.
Seven inches deep, the going began to get harder and harder for Buffy. 
Eight inches, Dawn's eyes rolled back and a thin wail issued from deep in
her throat.  By the time Buffy had her entire cock lodged in her sister's
ass, Dawn had lost all semblance of strength or focus.  Her head rolled
back towards Buffy, and it was only the Slayer's hands on her body, forcing
her up and down on the cock, that kept Dawn upright.
   Buffy bit her lip, growling in pleasure at the tightness and warmth of
her sister's asshole.  She was loving every second of the discomfort and
pain she was causing Dawn, and she had to work hard not to blow her load
yet.  No doubt if she hadn't cum twice already she wouldn't have lasted,
she would have emptied her balls deep in her sister's bowels.  As it was,
though, she breathed slowly and kept working her sister on and off her
cock, fucking her ass for a solid fifteen minutes of pure, tight, teenage
anal heaven.
   "God damn, this ass feels good, bitch." Buffy grunted.
   "Mmng..." Dawn replied, too rattled and fucked to exhaustion to form
words.
   "You like this don't you?  Want me to cum deep in your whore ass?"
   "Ghh..." Dawn's head lolled back and forth.  It wasn't much, but it was
clearly her head shaking no.
   "Fine...  Here!" With one last thrust, Buffy's hips smacked hard against
Dawn's ass, her cock lodged as deeply as it could.  Then, before she could
cum, Buffy pulled Dawn off of her, and let her fall to the floor.  Her ass
stayed open, gaping a good two-inches wide.
   "You don't want my cum in your ass, and I didn't cum.  Aren't I nice? 
You can thank me by cleaning my cock." Grabbing Dawn's hair again to pull
her to a sitting position, Buffy shoved her cock deep into Dawn's throat.
Dawn was too weak to offer even a token resistance as Buffy started
face-fucking her once more, groaning in pleasure at the feeling of Dawn's
tongue on the underside of her cock.
   "When I'm nice and clean from your filthy ass," Buffy moaned, "I'm going
to coat your pretty face in my cum."
   ***
   Still tied to her chair, Buffy's hips were bucking against the bonds. 
She was still drooling, even though she hadn't been wearing the ballgag for
some time.  She had been riding the wave, one step away from orgasm for
what felt like hours, and nothing she could do would bring her over the
edge.
   "She's going to be raped anyways," this was the Nightmare Man,
whispering to her, his breath hot on her neck, "Just say it.  Find your
release."
   "Mmmmph..." Buffy was biting her own lip, trying to keep some mental
strength.
   "Say it, and you can cum.  Say it, and you'll feel better."
   "Ple...  No..."
   "Say it!"
   "Fuuuck, I'm so cloooosssse."
   "SAY IT!"
   "Rape the bitch!" Buffy's eyes flew open, staring straight at the image
of the shemale face-raping her Dawn.  "I want you to rape my bitch little
sister!"
   ***
   "FUUUCK!" Buffy cried as she pulled her cock from Dawn's mouth.  She
didn't even have to touch it before she came, blowing her load straight at
Dawn's face.
   ***
   "FUUUCK!" Buffy cried, bucking hard enough to raise her ass and hips
from the chair.  Her whole body shook as she came three orgasms worth at
once.  She could feel her pussy spasm, her legs grow weak.  More drool
poured from her gaping mouth as her mind reeled in the thrall of sexual
ecstasy.
   ***
   As Buffy wrung the last of her cum out, she looked down at Dawn.  The
brunette's face was a mess.  It was coated in drool, toilet water, piss,
and now a huge load of cum.  Her brown bangs were white with it, and stuck
to her forehead.  It dripped from her nose and her chin down onto her tits,
which were just as filthy.  As she breathed shallowly, a small bubble of
cum formed from her nostril.  Her eyes were glazed shut with it, though
that didn't prevent some from soaking into the cracks, stinging her eyes
all the same.
   "Damn, Dawnie...  You are one great fuck." Buffy grunted.  Dawn's chest
heaved in a silent sob.  Picking Dawn up and throwing her over one shoulder
like she didn't weigh an ounce, Buffy carried Dawn back to her bedroom.
   She had the whole day ahead of her to keep playing.
   -Chapter 5 - Wake Up CallIt was Dawn that woke Buffy, in the end.  Dawn
who sat bolt upright from the sleeping bag where she had dozed off, and
screamed "Please Buffy, not there!"
   As Dawn came around, realized she had been dreaming, she glanced around.
The others were asleep.  Tara, she realized, was silently crying in her
sleep, curled up in the fetal position on one chair.  Anya was thrashing
weakly, as if trying to fight off an invisible enemy.  Willow was muttering
to herself; Dawn couldn't make out the words, but she sounded afraid.
   Buffy, whose eyes had flown open when Dawn had screamed, was staring
straight at her, with a look intense enough to make Dawn flash back to the
start of her nightmare, and flinch away.
   "Sorry," Dawn muttered after a moment of tense silence between them.  "I
had a bad dream."
   "I don't think you're the only one." Answered Buffy, nodding to the
others.  "You should wake them.  I'll be right back."
   Buffy rushed from the room, leaving Dawn to wake the others.  She
wondered how much the others would remember...  She remembered it all.  She
made her way to her bedroom, and rummaged through the door, finding a new
pair of panties to replace the ones she was wearing.  The ones she could
feel were soaked through with her pussy juices, practically dripping as she
pulled them off.
   Changed, she slowly worked her way back downstairs, where all the girls
were sitting in silence.  Apparently, no one wanted to relive their dream
by talking about it.  That was alright for Buffy...  Just thinking about
what she had seen made her uncomfortable.
   The tingle that she felt between her legs thinking about them made her
feel worse.  She tried not to look anyone in the eye.
   Somewhere, deep in Buffy's subconscious, a small, plain looking man in
an old suit and a bowler hat smiled.  He knew that Buffy knew exactly how
good her little sister's tongue felt swirling around the inside of her
ass...  And that, sooner or later, she was going to be sure to feel it
again.
  
Buffy the Vampire Slayer - The Nightmare Man