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Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Ch. 07

byCal Y. Pygia©

Buffy's cock bounced and her balls dipped and swayed as she ran, but she paid her male genitals no mind. Now that the novelty of having a penis and testicles had worn off, she found them not so much titillating, as they'd seemed at first, but, rather, something of nuisance. No wonder Xander and the rest of the boys at Sunnydale High had worn jockstraps to keep them in check. The sphere continued on its course, toward the distant mountains of ice in the frozen northlands, and the Slayer gave chase. She seemed to have run miles already, which, thanks to her Slayer strength and stamina, were nothing to her; she could run all day, if she had to do so, before she'd need to rest. She only wished she were at her destination--if, indeed, the ice mountains were her destination--so that she could rescue Willow from the clutches of her demon captors. Were they having their way with the witch, this moment, as the meadowland demon had tried to have its way with Buffy? The Slayer didn't want to think about it. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be ravished by demons, she thought. As if to disprove her notion that she couldn't imagine such a fate, images sprang into Buffy's mind--vile, hideous images of rape and torture.

She saw a gnarled and twisted cock, eighteen or more inches long and thick at the wide end of a baseball bat, oozing greenish-yellow fluid that smoked and made hissing sounds as it dripped onto the stone floor of a cavern lit with hot flames. The fiery curtains cast bright, flickering light--orange, red, and yellow--against the limestone walls. Willow screamed as the demon's abominable phallus penetrated her, searing the pink lips of her labia with the burning fluid that seeped from its bloated, knotted shaft.

This image was replaced by another, equally horrible. A short, squat, toad-like monstrosity with a thick, hard cock that branched into two shafts, was fucking the redheaded witch from behind. Its massive hands--or paws--grasped Willow's creamy hips, sinking its talons deep into her smooth flesh, and the longer, larger portion of its two-pronged cock rammed again and again into Willow's vagina while the shorter, smaller prong slammed itself repeatedly through the witch's anus. Willow screamed in fear, rage, and humiliation, tears streaming down her cute, heart-shaped face.

In the third vision that flashed before the Slayer's mind's-eye, Willow was being assaulted by three demons at the same time. One pumped its cock inside the witch's rounded mouth; the second, inside her cunt; the third up her ass. Willow wept silently, gagging and choking on the purple prick that filled her face. It was knobbed from the demon's balls to the glans of the penis, which was itself a knob. The knobs were of greater circumference the nearer they were to the creature's groin, becoming smaller and smaller as they approached the round tip. Buffy supposed that having a knobbed atrocity like that shoved repeatedly down her throat would make any woman gag and choke--and weep--as Willow did. The Slayer's fists tightened. She'd repay any and all demons who, in any way, had violated her friend, she vowed. The second demon--the one whose phallus was embedded deep in Willow's ass--panted and grunted, sweating profusely. Its prick was orange, looking rather like a slowly melting Popsicle. Bright, liquid orange beads formed along its length, dripping onto Willow's impaled buttocks, the backs of her creamy, smooth thighs, and onto her shapely calves. The third prick, a blue-black, iridescent monster, stretched Willow's cunt as wide as a softball as it slammed home, all of its foot-and-a-half length vanishing and disappearing repeatedly inside the stretch orifice. The demons grimaced, their distorted monsters' faces appearing truly horrific as their glowing red eyes widened and their mouths gaped to reveal long, thick fangs as curved and sharp as scimitars. They shuddered, jerking their hips back, and Buffy saw long streamers of semen unfurl in the air above the witch. But these were not the while, opalescent banners of spunk with which Angel, Parker, Riley, Spike, and Buffy's other boyfriends had splattered over her breasts, belly, pubes, ass, and thighs on various occasions; these ribbons were fiery and molten and red and orange and yellow, like lava erupting from a volcano. Each spurt and drop that spattered, sprayed, or dripped upon Willow hissed and bubbled, her flesh blistering and burning as the tortured witch screamed and writhed on her elbows and knees.

Fortunately, this third vision was the last to flash through Buffy's mind. Were these hideous images merely the products of her own frightened imagination or were they clairvoyant perceptions of the torments that her friend, even now, was suffering at the hands, claws, pincers, talons, and tentacles of her abductors? Buffy didn't know--and she sure as hell didn't want to guess. She knew two things only--she must rescue Willow and she must make Anya pay for subjecting her best friend to the torments of this hellish demon dimension. She swore she would accomplish both objectives.

Continuing to run as fast as she could, following the spherical light that Willow had sent to guide the Slayer, Buffy flung out her arms, her eyes snapping wide as her lower jaw dropped, astonished to find that the ground underfoot was--well--no longer underfoot. Instead, she was falling through thin air. Darkness rushed past her. Then, abruptly, something solid struck her, and she twisted, landing upon her left side. The sphere of light was nowhere to be seen.

Painfully, Buffy rose. Her left shoulder ached, but no bones seemed to have been broken, for which she could, once again, thank her superhuman condition. She must have fallen the equivalent of several stories. Such a fall would have killed a normal person, but it had left Buff no more than badly shaken, with nothing more than bruises and a few cuts, scrapes, and scratches. The lacerations, abrasions, and contusions were already beginning to heal.

She'd be all right.

She hoped she'd be able to say the same for Willow.

The light globe was gone. Presumably, it had remained upon the planet's surface, failing to accompany the Slayer underground when she'd fallen through whatever it was she'd fallen through--a thin part of the crust, a hidden crater, the concealed entrance to a vast subterranean cavern, or, perhaps, a trapdoor. The light was faint, but enough illumination pierced the underground chamber for Buffy to realize that she was in a cave or a tunnel. The ceiling, like the walls and floor, was an arch cut, either by erosion or technology, through the bowels of the demon dimension. The rock was a strange color, though. Mostly, it was red, but streaks of dark pink, purple, and rust also appeared at irregular intervals in odd, intermittent shapes. The ceiling was wet, too. Great gobs of thick white goo dripped in long strands from the vaulted dome. When it broke upon the rocky floor of the shaft, it splattered. A strange but familiar scent filled the cavernous chamber, and Buffy made a face as she realized that the goo smelled similar to the semen that her various boyfriends had deposited within and upon her at various times since she and Angel had first been intimate, when Buffy had been sweet sixteen and Angel had been--what?--two hundred and something?

Yuck, she thought, the damned tunnel or mine or cavern, whatever it was, was full of demon cum! Another long strand dripped from the ceiling, and Buffy dodged it--darting right into a second huge drop of the viscid goo. The splattering semen drenched her, slicking her hair and coating her body. Instinctively, her eyes closed and she held her breath, but not before the thick, sticky seed had filled her mouth. Outraged, Buffy stepped back, slipped, and went down hard in the ankle-deep stream of demon semen in which she was now standing. She gasped, accidentally swallowing most of the foul fluid, and spit out the rest. It poured from her mouth, down her breasts and belly, and over her smooth, creamy thighs. "Ugh!" she cried, wiping away the semen with her forearms, her hands, and her fingers. "Yuck!"

Something in the semen was moving! Buffy felt what seemed to be a swarm of bees in her hair and on her naked body. There was a tickling, thrilling rush down her arms, breasts, tummy, groin, back, buttocks, genitals and thighs. Things--bees or locusts or flies--streaked and fluttered and darted through her hair, across her brow, under her eyes, down her cheeks, across her chin, down her neck, over her nipples and areolas and breasts, into her navel and through her pubes. She felt something shoot along her erect penis and over her taut, risen scrotum. She wiped at the semen with renewed vigor, frightened and aghast at the crawling, squirming sensation that poured and spilled over her bare flesh.

The things, whatever they were, didn't streak downward only, she observed, but darted upward, too, coming both from the goo that had dripped onto Buffy from the vaulted ceiling of the cave or tunnel and from the lake of semen in which she waded. A moment ago, the fluid had been ankle deep; now, the semen had risen to her knees. The things she's thought were bees or locusts or flies, she realized, were sperm! The semen was full of the male sex cells. Indeed, now that she'd regained control of her senses, Buffy saw that she could actually see the gametes. Their tails thrashed from side to side, propelling them through the thick, sticky white demon semen with which Buffy was drenched, swimming for all their lives in search of an egg they wouldn't find. The sperm didn't know that their effort was in vain, of course, any more than sperm that was ejaculated down a throat or up a rectum knew that it would never locate an egg. The sperm swam because its purpose was to swim, just as Buffy herself slew because it was her purpose to slay.

More sperm fell upon Buffy, and she felt thousands and millions more sperm swim through the thick fluid. Buffy wasn't in a tunnel, she realized, nor was she in a mine or a cavern. She was inside a giant vagina--and one that had just been visited by a gargantuan prick that had spurted its load inside the planet's pussy. This freaky demon planet was freakier than Buffy would ever have imagined. The damned thing was equipped with its own cunt, which was, no doubt, as vast as the Grand Canyon. She had no idea where the cock had come from that had ejaculated this river of semen, and she had no interest in finding out what its origin might be. She wanted only to get out of the lake of semen that splashed about her hips and the layers of fluid that rained from the upper side of the vast vagina into which she'd fallen.

A planet with its own cunt and a giant prick to service it? The idea wasn't merely disturbing; it was ludicrous--absolutely ludicrous--even in a demon dimension. Nevertheless, it was true; Buffy stood inside the vast fleshly tunnel, in semen up to her ass, with sperm swimming over her bare flesh and through her hair.

As Buffy stood, overwhelmed at the realization that she was inside a planetary cunt, she heard a crashing, gurgling sound, and a flood of semen rushed through the passageway, splashing off the rounded sides and knocking the Slayer off her feet. She spluttered as the thick semen filled her nose and mouth. Despite her effort not to do so, she swallowed several mouthfuls of the viscid, thick fluid. Her mouth tasted of salt. Splashing about in the demon seed, she managed, at last, to gain her feet. Millions more sperm swam up and down her naked body, washing along the cleavage between her buttocks and the valley between her breasts. More of the long-tailed, flat-headed cells wiggled against her cock, balls, and labia, while thousands streaked over her breasts, areolas, and nipples. Literally covered in sperm and semen, the Slayer fought for her breath--and for her footing. The thick semen and the horde of sperm made standing difficult, as the fluid, although viscid, was slick.

It occurred to Buffy that the glans of the gigantic cock must be inside the cavernous cunt. Whatever god or demon it belonged to was ejaculating his load inside the planet's pussy. For the first time since realizing what was happening, Buffy was frightened. It was possible that she could drown in the flood of semen. What had started as an ankle-deep lake of the white stuff was now a raging river as high as the lower halves of her breasts. Another spurt or two from the huge ejaculating cock might fill the cavernous cunt, washing Buffy before the deluge as if she were nothing more than one of the millions of sperm that thrashed about in the sea of semen.

. . . To be continued . . .

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