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In the Buff (MF, rom, TV parody)
By TheRant (therant@yahoo.com)
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Like the song says, Chicago my kind of town is. It's dirty,
smelly and crime ridden. Pimps and prostitutes on every corner and
drug pushers in every alley. Horrible winters with the wind coming off
the lake that'll freeze you solid if you stop moving for a second and
summers that'll melt you if you stay out of the air conditioning for
more than a few minutes. Like I said, this is my kind of town.
Me? My name's Dustin Hamptin, but my friends call me Temper. I
used to be a cop but am now what you call a Private Investigator.
Private Eye if you want to be cute about it. Private Dick if you want
to stop breathing,...unless of course you're of the female persuasion
and interested in more than my dicktective skills.
Right now I'm on a missing person's case. Girl's have been
disappearing around here on a regular basis for over a month now.
Sure, the cops are trying to find them and whoever's nabbing them but
a rich worried parent will always prefer the personal touch. Legally
I'm really not supposed to be messing with any case the police are
still working on, but with the money mommy and daddy Feintuch are
paying me to look for their little Abby I don't mind being that legal.
Of course little Abby isn't so little. She's 18, built well
enough to turn the pope's head and more than a little bit on the
trampy side. Not that her parents would ever believe any of the stuff
I'd found out about their sweet angel so far. From her fiends and
many, many male acquaintances little Abby seemed to like a good time.
Not that I'm putting her down. From what I know of her she's getting
more and more attractive every second.
Once I find her,...and I am going to find her, this is one
girl I'd really like to get to know better.
She was last seen leaving her dance instructor's place of
business, after receiving a bit more than a dance lesson,.. if you
know what I mean. And then... nothing. I'd talked to the guy, and I
don't think he had anything to do with it. He was missing her three
times a week sessions real, real bad. Not to mention the dough her
folks weren't dishing out for the lost 'classes'.
No. It had to've been somebody else.
The cops treated it as a runaway to begin with, but little
Abby wasn't about to drop her family's gravy train like that. It
wasn't until they found all her clothes and purse hidden together
behind a trash can that they knew they had another one. 8 girls in the
last month,. the youngest 15 and the oldest 20, all disappearing
mysteriously and all leaving their clothes behind them. Hell they
didn't even take their shoes with them. None of the clothes were
ripped or had any blood stains on them Whoever was taking them, they
didn't seem to be putting up much of a struggle.
I got posters of Abby and the rest of the girls and hired a
kid to plaster them all over town. Hell, if somebody else does my job,
I don't mind getting paid for it. I put feelers out to some of the
less despicable low-lives I knew. Then I waited. Without any sort of
lead there really wasn't much more I could do.
That' what I was doing right now. Waiting. But since it was
the weekend I was waiting where I usually wait, at the bus station. It
was sort of a hobby of mine to hang around there weekends and try to
discourage away some of the vultures who hung around trying to sink
there claws, or other body parts, into the young runways that showed
up there in droves.
If that didn't work I made sure they at least knew what they
were getting into before they left. Any who want to go then, well it
was there life. It drove the pimps and there hooks mad but I could
live with that.
I was sitting on a bench reading a newspaper when the 11:00
from California-way came rolling in. I was only half paying attention
when I saw a familiar face get really excited. I looked over to see
what was interesting him and sure enough there was this little blond
p.y.t. getting off the bus. She was dressed real down, and didn't look
like she was happy to be here but she was by herself and showed a lot
of potential. At least that's something Bobby-boy and I could agree
on.
I sat there and just watched as she walked away from the bus
and Bobby-boy and one of his girls circled around and pounced on her.
I stood up then and slowly sauntered over to them, just close enough
so I could make out the spiel he was bouncing off the girl. And bounce
off it did. The girl just glared at him and told him to leave her
alone. Of course Bobby-boy was not one to take no for an answer and
kept pressing her.
I was about to step in when he actually grabbed her by the arm
to keep her from getting away, but froze when all of sudden she smiled
at him. I'd seen that sort of smile a few times before and like then
it meant nothing but trouble. One second Bobby-boy was hovering over
her, pressing what he thought was his advantage, and the next he was
sprawled face down against a wall at least twenty feet away. She'd
moved so fast he hadn't known what hit him.
I was so busy laughing my head off that I almost missed her as
she snuck out of the back of the bus station, but decided that this
was a girl I had to talk to. When I finally caught up to her I was
still laughing but stopped when she gave me that same look she'd just
gave Bobby-boy.
"Truce," I said raising my hands up. "I'm not with the lech."
She raised a blond eyebrow up at that. "What do you want
then?"
"First I just wanted to say thanks. That was the best laugh
I've had in a long time. Seeing Bobby-boy put down by one of his
victims was great. He'll have a hard time going back there now."
"You know that asshole?" she asked me.
"Oh yeah. He's a hook for a pimp. He goes there regularly to
try and bring in new recruits. This is the first time I've ever seen
him taken out by one though. I've had to do it myself a couple times
but ..."
"You a cop?" she asked suddenly getting that nervous look in
her eyes that all runaways get when they think they're going to be
busted.
"Nah. Used to be though. Now I'm a Private Investigator." I
told her calming her down. "I just like to hang around there sometimes
and make life hard for Bobby-boy and his type. You took all my fun
away."
"A Private Dick?" she said, and looking at her I let that
slide. "What do you want with me?"
"Well,... from the look of it you're here by yourself. And you
don't look old enough for that. That tells me a lot of things. But
mainly it tells me you're going to get in a shit load of trouble."
She glared at me. I don't know if it was the swearing or the
accuracy of my guess that caused it.
"If you're going to be here for any length of time you're
going to need money. I know where you can get a job."
That smile she turned on Bobby-boy returned and I threw up my
hands again.
"Hey truce remember. It's nothing like that. It's just that
this diner next to my office is hiring right now. It'll probably be
only minimum wage, but I think you'd have a hard time getting more
than that,...unless you went to one of Bobby-boys type. I won't stop
you if that's what you decide but I just wanted to give you a way
out."
She stared at me again, this time less hostile, then agreed to
let me show her where the restaurant was. I just let her inside, told
her good luck, then left to check my office to see if anybody'd found
anything yet.
Standing inside the restaurant, Buffy looked at the guy... the
Dick, as he left her there. She still didn't know what to make of him.
He was old, probably at least as old as her dad, and she'd had more
than her share of guys that age come on to her, but except for showing
her here he'd done nothing else. He hadn't even asked her her name.
Looking at the counter she saw a thirtyish redhead watching
her with a knowing smile on her face.
"Hi you must be here for the job." the redhead called to her.
Buffy cautiously approached the counter watching the redhead
carefully. "How'd you know I was here about the job?"
Angie, she had a name tag on her blouse saying 'Hi my name is
Angie!', laughed a deep throated chuckle. "When Temper drops a girl
off at my front door what else can they be here for."
"Temper?"
"He didn't even tell you his name." Angie said a bit
disgusted. "Yeah, Temper Hamptin P.I., the last of the knights of the
round table. His armor might be getting a little rusty but whenever he
sees a damsel in distress he rides out on his white charger to the
rescue."
Buffy laughed at that. "So there really is a job available?"
"Oh yeah..." Angie told her coming from behind the counter.
The diner was pretty empty right now but the lunch hour rush would be
here soon. "Sure. I just lost one of my waitresses. Just got married.
She was another one of Temper's foundlings. Speaking of
which....Alex."
Angie called over a tall girl who Buffy guessed to be maybe a
year or two older then she was. "Alex, this is ..."
"Ann!" Buffy spat out the first name she could think of.
"Ann." Angie said not quite believing her but willing to go
along with it. "She's our new waitress. Take her back and get her
fixed up then show her the ropes."
"You want me to start right now?" Buffy asked surprised.
"Sure. Got anything better to do?" Angie asked. At Buffy's
head shake she gave her a light shove toward Alex. "We'll get the
paperwork done later."
Alex jabbered away at Buffy about the diner and the customers
she would expect as she took her in the back and showed her the
changing room. Handing her a waitress outfit she said, "This was
Roberta's,...but she just got married. It might be a bit big on you
but we can fix that up if you decide to stay."
Holding the short dress in front of herself Buffy noticed that
it might be a little large on her but it would probably fit. Slipping
out of her own clothes, she folded them neatly and put them on top of
the shoulder bag that held all of her possessions. Once it was on she
looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised to find that the
dress almost did fit her.
"You another one of Temper's girls?" Buffy asked
absentmindedly as she tucked in the waist a bit to make it fit better.
"Temper was here!" Alex asked excitedly.
"For a second. He just dropped me off then left." Buffy told
the girl.
"Oh." Alex's face dropped then raised again with a gleam of
pure adoration in her eyes. "Isn't he the greatest though. I mean
helping us out without getting anything back like that. He's just like
something out of a TV series or movie.'
"You like Temper?' Buffy asked watching the girl's face light
up.
"He's the greatest." Alex gushed. "But he won't even notice me
now. He brought me here two years ago when I was 17 but now it's like
I'm not alive. I mean he talks to me and always asks if I'm all right
and if I need anything,...but I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a woman, but
he doesn't notice that."
Buffy gave Alex a good looking over and decided that that was
doubtful. She was tall, with the svelte figure of a runway model
except for bigger boobs, and had a really pretty face and nice long
dark hair that was carefully tied back out of the way. Temper didn't
seem like the type that would miss the fact Alex was definitely a
woman.
"Maybe he's seeing somebody right now?"
"No!" Alex almost screamed at her. "Well,... not really. Angie
and him sometimes get together but she says it's nothing serious. I
tried to get her to talk to him for me but she says it's up to me to
do anything like that."
"Do you know anywhere cheap to live around here?" Buffy asked
trying to change the subject and maybe calm the poor girl down.
"You looking for a place." Alex said hopefully. "Roberta was
my roommate, but she just left. The place is a dump and not very big
but I could use a bit of help on the rent."
Buffy had to think about that one. Alex seemed like a nice
enough girl but a bit of a motor-mouth.
"If you're interested that is?" Buffy looked at the somewhat
hurt and desperate look on the girl's face and decided that she
couldn't say no to her. It would be like kicking a puppy.
"Great!" Alex said, enthusiastically hopping up and down.
Looking at the clock on the change-room wall she stopped and grabbed
ahold of Buffy's arm. "The lunch crowd'll be here any second. I'll
show you what you gotta do."
When I got back to the office the light on my answering
machine was blinking, but it was just Abby's parents wanting an
update. Not much good that would do them. I was just as much in the
dark about this as they were.
Looking at the cork board map on the wall I tried to make
sense of the red pins that indicated where the girls had gone missing,
or at least where they're clothes were found. Abby had been the third
and the eighth was only four days ago. I looked and I looked but I
couldn't find a pattern in the pins. Sure they were all in the same
general area but that covered about 25 square miles of the city.
Needle in a haystack.
Next I logged on to my computer and checked my e-mail to see
if anybody had contacted me through that. A few of my sources had
mailed me, but just for more information on the missing girls. I sent
them what I'd got so far. You never knew what they could stumble upon
out there.
My computer literacy was one of the things I could really be
grateful for from the Force before they kicked me out. That and the
backdoor I found in the system. It came in handy letting me know what
the cops were up to and what they had found. Searching through
their files it wasn't much yet.
So far the young ladies had nothing in common other than being
young ladies and living in the same city. Two had been black, two
Hispanic, one was Asian and the other three Caucasian. Four of the
girls had still been in high-school but only two of them went to the
same place. And there was no connection between them. They didn't even
know each other. One girl was a high school dropout and living on the
street making out as a hooker as best she could. It was a friend, a
co-worker of hers that had let the cops know she was missing and
identified the clothes when they were found.
So it wasn't any connection between the girls that got them
kidnapped, or maybe... dead. That made it much more difficult. That
meant it was some nut out there randomly preying on girls.
Still there were a few facts in the police files that were
more than a bit interesting. There was no traces on any of the girl's
clothes of any physical evidence or DNA traces except their own. That
meant that either the guy was either very good and very clean or that
the girls had all undressed themselves. Secondly their was a rather
unusual find. One that they'd kept to themselves and hadn't released
either to any of the worried parents or newspapers. The girls
underwear all had been found in a similar state. That state being
stained, and sometimes even dripping with 'female secretions'. Meaning
that they were hornier than hell when they had taken them off and
expecting something to be done about it..
That was a bit unusual,... but three of the girls were
supposed to be virgins. At least according to their parents. The
claims of Abby's parents didn't take long to discard but the other two
had such squeaky clean images and reps that I wouldn't be surprised if
they actually were. Or at least had been.
"Anybody home?" I heard as my door opened up and Angie walked
in with a tray of food. "I brought you over some supper."
I looked at my clock surprised how late it had gotten. Digging
in to the beef stew, she knew it was my favorite, I looked up to see
her smiling at me.
"Something wrong?" I had to ask through a mouth full of stew.
"Not really. Just that your new girl seems to be working out
all right."
"Good." I answered taking another mouthful of stew. "She might
come in handy with the rowdier customers too. Just sick her on'em."
Angie expressed a bit of doubt on that even after I told her
what had happened at the bus depot.
"She's such a sweet looking little thing."
"She's that. But underneath it she's a tiger." I said
forcefully. Getting a look from Angie I quickly added, "Hey don't
worry. I don't touch kids."
"Huh!" Angie snorted. "Trust me. Ann's no kid."
"So her name's Ann?" I asked.
Angie had to laugh at that. "You didn't even ask her her name.
Temper you can be an ass sometimes."
"I thought you liked asses." I added slurping up the last of
the stew.
"I do, I do." Angie said still chuckling softly. "Ann's what
she's calling herself anyway. I doubt it's her real name though."
"Whatever." I said not really caring. "She's on the run from
something,...like all the other's. Maybe when she gets comfortable
she'll let out her story."
"Talking about getting comfortable..." Angie leaned back in
the chair in front of my desk, letting her ass slide down and
spreading her knees wide. "Since you don't like kids, how about
something a bit more mature."
Pulling up her skirt I saw she'd taken off her underwear
before coming up here and the gaping smile of her cunt was already
pink and wet.
"I've finished my supper so I could use some desert." I told
her licking the last of the stew from my lips and hungry for more.
"It's not exactly cherry pie but it does look tasty."
Angie dug a finger into herself and pushed it back and forth.
Pulling it out it came covered in a sticky glob of juice. Licking it
off her finger she nodded. "It's sweet but hasn't been cherry for
quite a few years."
That was enough for me. When Angie got horny, she got hot very
fast. Sweeping my desk of clutter, except for my computer which I
carefully placed on the file cabinet behind me, I picked her up and
dropped her on the desk. Slipping my own finger in her hole I pulled
it out and licked it clean. Yup, Angie was sweet tonight. Burying my
head between her thighs I let her know just how sweet.
As I ate her out she worked her dress up over her stomach,
then over her head and onto the floor. Lying completely naked on my
desk she began to play with the soft mounds on her chest and tweak her
silver dollar sized nipples until they were they're full size. I loved
Angie nipples when they were hard. She had the biggest , juiciest
nipples I'd ever seen, at least a half inch wide and an inch long. And
were they sensitive. When she got worked up she could cum from me just
chomping on them.
"That's it!" Angie told me, her breath racing and her hands
clamping even harder on her nipples. "Keep doing that!"
My face still buried in her I really didn't need the coaching.
By now exactly what she liked and when she was getting off on it.
Chewing on her clit like it was one of her nipples she began to scream
as she came hard.
Then the door came flying open, the lock going over my head
and smashing against the brick-wall.
It had been a busy day for Buffy. It wasn't that hard though.
Just take down what the customer wanted, give it to cook, and then
deliver it and the bill back to the table when it was done. Of course
doing this while keeping the customer's hands off her ass was another
thing. The waitress outfit's looked cute but left little to the
imagination, and the imagination of some of these customers were
vivid. Alex gave her a few hints on their first break on how to handle
them without breaking them in half or losing a regular, but it still
annoyed her.
When her shift was finally over she was glad to get off of her
feet and collapsed on the bench in the changing room beside Alex.
"God, do your feet ever get used to that?" she had to ask as
she massaged her soar toes and heels.
Alex giggled. "Yeah, after the first couple of months."
"Months!" Buffy spat. She didn't think she could take this for
a couple of months. Killing the undead was easy compared to this.
Alex had gotten up and started to change out of her work
clothes and into a pair of jeans and a blouse. She was right, Buffy
decided watching the lean well shaped body closely. There was no way
Temper hadn't noticed that Alex wasn't a woman.
"Temper." Buffy said allowed.
"Huh?" Alex asked. "What about Temper?"
"Oh nothing." Buffy hurried knowing the girl's obsession with
the man. "I just thought I should thank him for bringing me here."
Alex seemed to get excited about that. "He stays pretty late
in his office next door some times. I'm sure he's still there. We
could go and see him together."
'Oh, boy.' Buffy thought. 'Now how do I get myself out of
this.'
"No..." Buffy slowly said as her mind raced. "I wasn't going
to stay long. Just say thanks. You stay here and I'll be right back.
You've got to show me where I'm going to live, so don't go anywhere."
Rushing out before the poor girl could argue, she hurried out
the front door and to the building next door. It wasn't much, just a
four story walk-up, scruffy and in need of a paint job. A sign in the
lobby said 'Dustin Hamptin Private Investigations--2nd Floor' so she
climbed the steps and sure enough there was a door with the same title
in gold letters on it.
She was about to knock when she heard a woman scream from
inside. Her reflexes took over and in a single motion she kicked at
the door, shattering the knob and lock and bending one of the hinges.
Jumping in she was ready for a fight, but...
I jumped up, Angie's juices running down my chin when the girl
came flying through the door with a loud cry. I recognized her at once
as the one I'd brought to the diner this morning, but this time she
looked ready to kill. Then she looked stunned, ...then frightened,
..then more embarrassed then anybody I'd ever seen before. I guess
this wasn't what she'd thought to find when she broke in my door.
"Can I help you with something Ann?" I asked while Angie broke
up with laughter on my desk.
"I...the scream...I...", she sputtered incoherently looking
back and forth between Angie lying naked on my desk and my face still
dripping with her secretions.
Deciding to do something about that I wiped my face with my
hand and then licked the sticky slime off of it. I think that
was too much for Ann as she bolted out of the room so fast she was
just a blur.
"Damn!" I said looking at the messy remains of the doorknob
and lock. That was going to be a real bugger to fix, but the building
manager probably wouldn't believe the truth of what happened.
'Sure Mr. Hamptin. This little teenage girl busted in your
door when she thought her boss was being attacked. While really you
just had your face buried between her legs as she was screaming with
an orgasm.'
No, this was a job I'd have to do myself.
"Are you going to stand there all day staring at a broken door
or are you going to come over here and finish what you started."
I turned and looked at Angie lying on her side, one hand still
kneading a breast while the other dug into her cunt. Dropping my
telephone book on the floor I kicked it against the door to keep it
closed and begun to undo my trousers.
Never , never should you argue with a beautiful naked woman
lying on your desk top.
Buffy was beginning to hyperventilate by the time she got back
to Alex.
"Did you see you Temper?" the girl asked, her eyes pleading
for details.
'I saw more than I wanted to see.' She thought but ended up
saying, "Yeah but he was busy. I'll thank him tomorrow. Can you show
me home now?"
But it wasn't tomorrow. She'd barely been able to force
herself to come in with Alex at all, but she needed the job if she
wanted to keep off the streets. Both she and Alex were on the 11:00 to
8:00 shift together, which let her sleep in. Alex was a pretty noisy
sleeper. The apartment wasn't quite what she had expected ...or
wanted, but it was livable. It was really nothing more than a big room
with a little bathroom by the side. It didn't even have a bathtub,
just a shower. And the sleeping arrangements left a bit to be desired.
Both she and Alex slept in the same room...the only room, in little
beds separated by a little nightstand. It reminded her of that old
Lucy show before married couples were allowed to sleep together on TV.
When she showed up to work Angie flashed her a big grin that
made the memory of her naked body stretched out with Temper's face
between her legs flash back into her mind and she flushed red before
hurrying to the back room. Changing into the uniform she discovered
that that wasn't the only reaction from the memory. Her panties were
soaked in the crotch. She had to borrow a tampon from Alex to wear,
hoping it would absorb most of the mess. She just hoped nobody would
smell it through all the cooking smells. She been told by some people
that she smelled quite a bit when she got excited. Though they'd all
said it was a good smell.
She wore herself out rushing orders back and forth while
trying to avoid Angie, but by the time she got off she'd discovered
she made almost fifty dollars in tips. Maybe smelling good could have
its advantages.
She went home exhausted again with Alex and hoped for a quiet, early
night. But it was not to be.
She was almost asleep when the noise got her attention. Just
like last night. She'd heard of sleep walking and sleep talking, but
who'd ever heard of sleep masturbating. At least she hoped Alex was
asleep.
Looking over she saw that the girl had tossed off all her blankets and
lay naked, Alex said she never slept with any clothes on, both of her
hands rubbing away at her groin.
When Alex began to groan and mumble Buffy felt her own groin
start to quiver in return,. but there was no way she was going to take
care of that right now. Not with Alex in the room with her. She'd wait
until showering tomorrow morning, just like she done today.
"Temper!" she heard Alex moan and forced herself to roll over
and shoved her pillow over her head to deaden the noise. The fact that
Alex was having a masturbation fantasy about Temper wasn't that much
of a surprise to her. She'd jump him right away if the guy ever gave
the poor girl even a hint that he was interested.
"Temper!" Alex's voice said even louder, making Buffy squish
the pillow into her ears. "Ahhhhhhh!"
From the sound of it the girl'd just gave herself one hell of
an orgasm.
Her head still covered Buffy felt a hand touch her back.
"Ann..., you awake?" Alex asked standing over her.
It took Buffy a second to remember that she was Ann, then she
rolled over and pulled off the pillow. She stared bleary eyed at Alex
in the semi-darkness before she was shocked awake as Alex dropped
forward and kissed her hard on the lips. Too stunned to do anything
she just lay there as Alex explored her lips and mouth. Even when the
girl shoved her tongue into Buffy's mouth for further exploration she
just lay there.
Finally pulling away from Buffy Alex whispered, "Please. I
really need somebody so bad."
When Alex's hands started to touch her body and work her way
downward Buffy finally came around and screamed, "Alex!"
"Please!", the girl demanded as her hands started to stroke
Buffy's breasts through the T-shirt she was wearing. Finding the
nipples already hard she enthusiastically began to pinch them through
the cotton. "Please. I need it so bad."
"Alex....I never..." Buffy started to explain, her body
trembling, but had to stop when one of Alex's hands slipped up her
shirt to squeeze one breast while the girl started to suck and chew on
the other through the shirt. "Oh, Alex...I've never..."
Alex just continued to expand her sights, pulling her arm and
the shirt up until Buffy's breasts were bared.
"Hmmmm." She hummed as she began to nibble and tease at the
nipples.
The sensation was too much for Buffy's already excited
condition. She'd never really thought about doing it with another girl
before. Well not really anyway. Sure she'd had a couple of fantasies
about Cordelia. Especially after seeing her naked in the shower in gym
class. But that girl was such a bitch. Now Willow. Willow was so sweet
and innocent. She was more Buffy's type.
'Her type!' Buffy's thoughts surprised herself. 'What the hell
was she thinking?'
But she was too far gone far thinking. Alex had made her way
down Buffy's hard, flat stomach to that patch of blond hair and the
treasure that it hid. When Alex's hot little tongue came into contact
with her twat she completely lost it and reached down to hold the
girl's head as she ground herself into her willing face.
"Aaaa! Aaaa! Aaaa!" Buffy panted and gasped as Alex's skilled
mouth and tongue dug in and around her. She was close, very
close...then Alex stopped.
She didn't know if she should be upset or grateful about
that. But then Alex lifted one of Buffy's legs up and scissored her
own until their two groins were rubbing together. Buffy could feeling
Alex's burning heat and sticky dampness as she rubbed the two enflamed
cunts together.
"Aaaa! Aaaa! Aaaa!" it didn't take long for Buffy to get back
to where she'd been, and then much, much farther. When she began to
hear Alex's familiar lustful groans she completely lost it. Wrapping
her legs around Alex, she started humping the girls sex until she knew
she couldn't take any more.
"Aaaaaaaaaa!' Buffy let out a yell of triumph and heard Alex
respond in kind as their mixed groins pulsed and spasmed, squirting
juices into and onto each other.
It took a long time for Buffy to calm down after that, and it
was Alex who eventually pulled away.
Buffy was still panting lightly when Alex lightly pecked her
on the lips, whispered "Thank you." To her then shuffled off to bed
and a peaceful sleep.
It didn't take Buffy that long to drift off herself. And she
dreamt very pleasant, if disturbing dreams.
When she woke up Alex was already in the shower but the girl
quickly came out, naked and dripping wet and smiled at Buffy. "You
better use the shower before all the hot water's gone. I'll get some
breakfast for us."
'Maybe it was dream.' Buffy thought but sitting up she found
herself still sticky and smelling a sweet unfamiliar smell. 'Maybe
not.'
She took her time scrubbing herself that morning. She didn't
need to rush since last night had drained her of her usual need for
self-indulgence.
'Maybe she was asleep and doesn't remember anything?' she
asked herself, drying her shapely form with the only still dry towel.
Alex had set them out a small breakfast, just cereal, fruit
and milk, but they really didn't have a kitchen, just a hot-plate and
a small fridge. Buffy'd demanded that they do some grocery shopping
with the tip money she'd earned yesterday. She wanted to thank Alex
for all the help she given her.
When Alex kissed her good morning, a nice wet one right on the
lips, Buffy decided that neither was it a dream nor was Alex asleep at
the time.
"Alex...about last night..."
"You were great." Alex told her, a huge happy smile on her
face. "I've been sort of lonely since Roberta left."
"You and Roberta...?" Buffy asked not really feeling that
surprised.
"Oh yeah! Roberta was great. She taught me everything." Alex
gushed.
"I've never done anything like that before..., at least not
with a girl." Buffy tried to explain. The one experience she'd had
with a guy she kept locked back in her mind, but she knew it was
there.
"I... sort of sensed that." Alex acknowledged. "But you were
so great. But I'll understand if you don't want to again."
Buffy watched the poor girl's face drop at that last
statement. God she really did look like a helpless, lost little puppy
sometimes, and Buffy'd realized that it wasn't an act. Alex might not
be sexually naive but she was so innocent. She reminded Buffy a bit of
Willow..., but that thought led her back to some of her other thoughts
last night, so she forced herself to think of something else.
"So when are you going to tell Temper what you think about
him?"
After last night Buffy thought she'd seen everything from
Alex, but the girl actually flushed bright red and began to giggle
like a little girl. "I don't know. I always make these plans, but
chicken out. He's just so great...And I'm saving myself for him."
That took Buffy back. "You mean your a virgin?"
Alex proudly acknowledged the fact. "I was when Temper first
found me two years ago and I still am. Not in the traditional sense
mind you, I lost that thing inside when I stuffed a Barbie inside
myselft when I was twelve. But I've never let a man in their yet.
That's for Temper and only him."
Alex got a sort of dreamy look in her eyes at that so Buffy
turned her attention to her breakfast.
"What about girls?" Buffy finally had to ask.
"Oh Roberta explained the difference about that." Alex told
her. "I'm not really cheating on Temper when I'm with a girl. Then
it's just fun."
Well Buffy had to admit that it had been a lot of fun, and had
relieved a lot of much hoarded tension.
"So have you decided if we can have any more fun together?"
Alex asked through a mouth of Captain Crunch.
'No not really.' Buffy thought and told Alex to wait and let
her think about it some more.
It was about 2:00, her lunch break, when she decided to go and
finally thank Temper. Maybe she could put a good word in for Alex at
the same time. Alex herself had run off saying she had to get some
shopping done, which left Buffy gratefully alone...except for Angie.
"You going up to see Temper?" her boss asked with that same
knowing smile on her face. "Then you can give him this. That man never
eats right and needs to keep his strength up."
She passed Buffy over a bag containing an egg-salad sandwich,
a bag of chips and a banana.
Buffy took the stairs slowly as she climbed the single flight
up to Temper's office. She was determined to do this, and now even had
a reason to go there but really wished a pile of vampires or something
would jump out so she'd have an excuse not to.
She found Temper half in and half out of the hallway fixing
the door she had busted.
"Angie told me to give you this." she said almost in a whisper
as she passed over the bag. "Sorry about the door."
Temper actually smiled at her before chuckling and shaking his
head. "It's nothin. I really needed to put a new lock on it anyway.
Too many people have keys to the old one."
She watched him twist in the last screw then close the door
and test the lock. It worked satisfactorily to him, but they both new
that if anybody really wanted in to his office that wouldn't stop
them.
Opening the door he held it open for her before asking,
"Something else you wanted?"
Buffy entered the office and found herself in front of
Temper's desk. At least it looked normal this time with the computer
in one corner and a messy pile of papers and stationary supplies
scattered over the face of the rest.
Temper went and sat behind his desk as he dug through the bag
Angie had sent over.
"I...I just wanted to thank you for getting me the job."
"I didn't get you any job. I just showed you where you could
get one if you wanted." Temper told her pulling out the banana and
scowling at it. Watching Buffy flush at the fruit he smiled and began
to peel and eat it.
Looking anywhere except at Temper, Buffy's eyes fell on the
map on the wall. "What's that?"
Temper stepped over to it before explaining.
"One of my current cases. I looking for one of the missing
girls."
"Missing girls?" Buffy asked.
"You don't watch the news much do you?" Temper said surprised
that somebody hadn't heard about what had been going on in Chicago.
"Well , 8 girls have gone missing in the last month."
"Missing?" Buffy said feeling a familiar chill creep up her
spine. Wherever she went something like this was always happening.
"Missing how?"
"They all just disappeared without a trace."
"Any blood...or stuff turn up?" Buffy had to ask.
"Just piles of girl's clothes where they'd disappeared."
Temper told her. "Wherever they went they went buck-naked?"
He thought he get a reaction from her from that but she just
shook her pretty, blond head. "Nobody saw anything."
"No nothin." Temper told her reaching for a folder form his
desk. "And I can tell you if anybody saw any of these girls running
around in the buff they'd remember it."
Passing over the folder Buffy looked through the pictures of
the 8 girls. Well Temper was right about that. Nobody, male or female
would forget seeing any of these girls in the nude. They were all
gorgeous.
"I've been hired by Abigail Feintuch's parents to see if I can
find her." he told her pointing out Abby's picture. "So far it's got
me stumped. No physical evidence, no witnesses, nobody whispering in
the alleys about the fun they had with a pile of teenage beauties."
'Not vampires.' Buffy decided. Sure they liked pretty young
girls, but they were never this neat about cleaning up their messes.
And leaving behind their clothes was not something she'd heard about.
"Where are all the English librarians when you need them?" she
whispered to herself.
"Huh?" Temper asked overhearing a bit of it.
"Oh nothing." Buffy assured him a smile. "I better get back to
work."
"Be careful out there." Temper warned her. "This city is full
of weirdoes that like pretty young girls."
Buffy was halfway down the stairs before she realized that she
had forget to put in a good word for Alex.
All day in the diner Buffy worried about the lost girls. If
not vampires, then what. Still that particular form of the undead
wasn't the only thing she stumbled on in her brief career as the
Slayer. Maybe whoever had taken the girls wasn't even like that.
Maybe he was just a plain old human.
"Bullshit!" she swore to herself getting a curious look from
Angie. With her around the chance that a crime was being committed by
a plain old human was unlikely. She was really a trouble magnet for
the bizarre.
"Did you manage to talk to Temper?" Alex asked her as they
collapsed together on the bench in the changing room.
"Yeah." Buffy admitted. "But I didn't manage to bring you up.
He was busy on this missing girl case he's been working on."
Alex's eyes lit up. "He's always helping someone. Isn't he
great?"
"Boy Alex, you've got it real bad for him." Buffy said giving
her friend a hug. "Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"
"I will...someday." Alex agreed.
They changed out of their uniforms and dropped them in a
laundry basket in the corner. Alex told her that anything in there
gots sent to an all-night cleaners and would be back here tomorrow
morning when they came back.
It was pretty dark out when the got outside. The sky was
completely overcast, so the moon was gone and not a star could be
seen. On the walk home Alex stayed close to Buffy for security,... or
was it just to cop the occasional feel Buffy wondered as the girl's
hand gave her ass a squeeze. She reached out and returned the gesture.
Alex smiled down at her, a sexy glazed look in her eyes. Before she
realized it Buffy had grabbed one of her own breasts through her shirt
and bra and was squeezing it roughly, enjoying the feeling as her
nipple scraped against her bra. Looking over at Alex she saw that the
girl had gone even further and had a hand down the front of her pants
digging away at her pussy.
'What the hell is going on?' part of Buffy's mind asked
herself while the rest of it made her own hand grab her own crotch
through her jeans and begin to squeeze in time with the one on her
breast.
'Come to me.' She heard a voice calling her. 'Come to me.'
Looking by the building they were in front of she saw two
figures hunched in the shadows.
'Come to me.' The voice ordered this time and she felt her
feet move by themselves, bringing her closer to the figures.
With each step Buffy felt the heat in her body grow. Her
nipples felt harder and more sensitive then they ever had. She could
feel the rough fabric of her panties rubbing into her clit and sending
sharp ecstatic pulses trough her whole body. She felt the back of them
slide up between her ass cheeks and start to kiss her anus. God it
felt good, she hadn't felt this good since....
Remembering that particular memory shocked her out of her
trance. She still felt the uncontrollable need but now could also tell
that it wasn't herself that was making it.
"Master I have lost one girl." she heard a soft raspish voice
state in the darkness.
"What?" another , more human voice demanded. "Well at least
get the other one?'
Buffy somehow knew that that meant Alex and saw her friend
take a step closer to the darkness, but reached out and pulled her
back to her. Hugging the girl's body to her own she wouldn't let the
girl go any further.
"Damn!" the human voice swore. "Go! I'll meet you back at
home. And I wanted those two so much!"
Still lost in the passion Buffy barely heard one set of
footsteps echo as they raced away.
"Ann?" Alex said and looking up Buffy saw the still glazed
look of the girl looking down at her, then found her mouth on hers,
her tongue racing between her lips, her soft hands roughly clasping
and grabbing at her body. Buffy felt herself responding in kind , but
forced herself to hold back.
She still couldn't remember much of the trip back to the
apartment they shared together. Just a few flashes of startled people
watching the two girls go at each other while they dragged themselves
home. How they hadn't been arrested she'd never know.
Once inside the apartment she let her pent up inhibitions
finally break as she tore Alex's clothes right off her body, then
pushed her back onto the bed.
"Yes! Yes!" Alex moaned as Buffy rubbed and licked every bit
of skin she could find. When she bit a nipple Alex started to shudder,
and when her tongue found the girl's clit and that sweet wet opening
between her legs Alex started to scream.
Buffy still felt exhausted when she woke up the next morning
When the two girls finally fucked themselves into oblivion they were
wrapped tightly around each other, and sleeping in that position
hadn't been too comfortable in a single bed. Looking at Alex's
sleeping face, so innocent and angelic Buffy could hardly believe some
of the things they'd done last night. Even in her wildest fantasies
she'd never thought she could act like that.
Whatever had come over her,...no not just her, Alex too, she'd
barely managed to control it. She still remembered the two dark
shadows, and especially that strange voice that had called the other
master. At least she was batting 1.00 still. There was no way that it
had been a normal human that had somehow done this to her. Still it
had been the most pleasurable sensation she ever felt .She really
doubted that she'd be able to fight it off again.
That meant she needed help. And she thought she knew just the
person to help her.
"Come on Alex, wake up." Buffy said giving the girl a shake as
she tried to extricate her limbs from the tangle on the bed.
"Hmmmm?" Alex tiredly inquired, not wanting to get up.
"Come on and get up. We need to shower and eat something."
"Hmmmm." The girl just purred contentedly holding tighter to
Buffy.
"Come on, you don't want Temper to see you in this condition
do you?" Buffy asked, thinking that might get a rise out of the girl.
She was right.
"Temper?" Alex asked opening her eyes. "We're going to see
Temper?"
"Yeah. Right after we shower and have breakfast."
That got Alex going. It was still a bit of a struggle to
unhook all the legs and arms but they finally managed. Feeling the
need for action Buffy pulled Alex into the bathroom and shoved her in
the small shower before jumping in herself. Scrubbing each other down
with soap they found it still difficult not to grope each other and
begin to respond.
Twenty minutes later the water had begun to cool off, but they
both found they needed another shower.
"Were is he?" Buffy said pacing anxiously back and forth in
front of Temper's closed and locked office door. Alex sat napping on
the floor, trying to catch up on all the lost sleep of the previous
evening.
"Can I help you two girls with something?" Temper's voice
asked them from the top of the stairs.
Spinning around Buffy looked at the man, but before she could
say anything Alex had jumped off the floor and threw herself into his
arms. Wrapping him in a big hug she just whispered, "Temper. Temper.",
over and over again.
Temper looked a bit surprised by Alex's enthusiastic greeting
but not displeased. After a minute of this though he managed to
disengage the clinging girl and asked, "Alex what's wrong?"
"Just open the door." Buffy ordered him. "I'll tell you all
about it inside. It's not something you want to discuss in the
hallway."
Alex still held on to his arm, rubbing her face against his
shoulder while he undid the lock and let Buffy in.
As Temper sat behind his desk, Alex kneeling beside him, her
face still on his shoulder, Buffy paced back and forth in front of the
desk and explained as much of last night as she thought Temper would
believe. She didn't mention anything supernatural, but did mention the
two figures in the dark and the strange effect that they had had on
her and Alex.
"Yeah you were great last night." Alex added wanting to be
helpful . "I've never had so many orgasms at once like that."
"God Alex." Buffy muttered feeling her face flush. When she
looked up at Temper she was surprised to see that he had turned a bit
red too.
'So much for his Mike Hammer impersonation.' Buffy thought to
herself.
"What were they using? Drugs? Some sort of gas? Hypnosis?"
Temper asked, his voice sounding uncomfortable even to himself.
"Some sort of hypnosis." Buffy decided was her best answer to
give.
"How'd you break the control. So far 8 girls have gotten
trapped by whoever these two are..., not to mention Alex here?" He
looked at the girl cuddling next to him and was taken a bit aback by
the sweet lustful look of adoration she returned to him.
"Well, my last boyfriend..., we had a bit of hard parting....
When I thought of him it brought me back enough to break away. Anyway,
I'm not quite like other girls." Buffy hesitated as she tried to
explain without telling him too much.
"I've noticed that.", Temper agreed.
"But I don't think I'd be able to do it a second time."
"Alex! Stop that!" Temper ordered the girl as he felt a tongue
lick the side of his face and enter his ear.
Alex obeyed but looked disappointed.
"How...how long do you think this...whatever it is lasts?"
Temper asked, more than a bit unsettled by Alex's caresses. Right now
there was nothing he'd like more than to strip the girl naked and take
her right here on his desk..., but he knew she wasn't quite right in
the head right now. And he promised himself he'd never take advantage
of one of the kids he had helped..., no matter how sexy they were.
"Probably a couple of days. Alex has calmed down a lot from
last night." Buffy informed him. "Compared to last night she's acting
like a priest."
Temper found that thought tantalizing, if a bit uncomfortable.
"And you're over it already."
"Hell no!" Buffy yelled at him. "Right now I'd like nothing
more to stretch out on your desk and have you eat me out the way you
did Angie."
"Me too! Me too!" Alex demanded.
Temper felt himself shiver , and forced himself to take a deep
breath.
"But I've got enough control to block that down."
"Why'd you come to me with this and not the cops?"
Buffy looked nervously down at her feet before answering.
"I...I'm not exactly in good with the police. I'd rather not have to
deal with them. And I trust you."
Just as Temper thought. Whatever she was running away from
must have been pretty bad, but he really couldn't see this girl
intentionally harming anyone..., anyone who didn't deserve harming
anyway. "What do you want me to do?"
"These guys only strike at night, so I'm just going to behave
normally and walk home from here like I usually do. I think they'll
try me again tonight. One of them sounded pretty desperate."
"What do we do with Alex here?" Temper asked patting the girl
on the head and getting a cat-like purr back from her.
"Well...she can't come with us. I think one dose of whatever
that was was enough for her." Buffy stated.. "Maybe we can get Angie
to look after her tonight."
"Oh I like Angie." Alex agreed enthusiastically. "She tastes
yummy."
Temper looked at the girl as she licked her lips in
anticipation. He really shouldn't have been surprised about that,
Angie was quite a sexy and sexual woman. Anyway he had to agree with
Alex about Angie. She did taste yummy.
It was a frustrating day for Buffy while they waited for
nightfall. The three of them headed down to talk Angie into looked
after Alex and she ended up working most of the day trying to burn off
some of that excess energy that was piping through her system. That,
and keeping Alex in the back all day...., the diner wasn't licensed
for the kind of things the poor girl wanted so desperately to do, kept
her thoughts off of her own physical situation.
Her lunch break with Angie helped out too. Alex was right.
Angie did taste real yummy. She'd thought of going next door and
asking Temper if he'd like to join in the little orgy between the
three women, she knew Alex would be thrilled by the idea, but Angie
told her not to. She said Temper worked better when he was sexually
frustrated. Thinking they'd need him at his best tonight she and Alex
tried there best to keep him that way when he came in every couple of
hours to check up on them.
By the time 8:00 rolled around at least the sexual tension in
her body was starting to feel relieved. She was still feeling like a
good run or fight, but that was what she was expecting tonight so that
was all right.
Temper'd told her to just walk home as usual and not to worry if she
couldn't see him tailing her. He'd be there all the way.
It was a different spot that night, a couple of blocks from
where it had started last night, but Buffy noticed it immediately when
it started. Her pulse began to race, her breath came out faster and
faster, and the need for somebody,...anybody to get between her
dampening thighs became overwhelming.
'Come over here.' that familiar rasping voice coaxed her.
Turning she saw two vague shapes under the shadows of a
doorway.
'Come over here.'
This time she let herself completely go as her legs carried
her over toward the two.
"Where's the other one?" the human voice demanded in a whine.
'I don't know master.' the inhuman voice answered. 'It is only
the one this night.'
'Take her anyway. I'll meet you back at the penthouse.'
Suddenly Buffy felt an incredible pulling sensation, like
something had hooked into and was slowly reeling her in. Then she was
gone.
"What the fuck?" Temper swore to himself as he saw Buffy
disappear. One second she was standing there, frigging herself like
crazy, and the next...poof. She was gone right out of her clothes.
Everything she had had on just sort of hovered there for a second in a
Buffy shaped outline before gravity pulled them to the sidewalk.
The next thing, a kid, he couldn't be more than 16, 17 at most
comes out of dark, gives the pile of clothes a kick and runs off.
Before chasing after whoever the kid was Temper checked in the shadow
where the kid had been but whoever the other guy was, he was long
gone. And if he didn't hurry so would be the kid.
'I'm not is shape for this sort of chase.' Temper grumbled to
himself as he hurried after the kid. But at least the asshole isn't
bothering to look for any tail.'
When the kid got to the busier streets he slowed to down to a
just a fast walk, which Temper was now more than grateful for. Then he
turned into the lobby of one of those fancy,...and expensive new
apartment buildings.
"Good Evening Mr. Sawyer." Temper heard the doorman say as he
opened it for the kid.
"Looks like it might be." the kid answered back with a
shit-eating grin.
At least he knew the name to look for now. But getting into
the place wasn't going to be that easy. That doorman wasn't just going
to let him stroll inside, and the security on these places was getting
more and more high-tech every year. Looking around the place, Temper
tried to find a way inside.
"Ohhhhh." Buffy let out a soft moan, the pleasure more than
making up for the headache that however she'd gotten here had given
her. Tongues, and lips, and hands, and breasts stroked against every
nerve in her body causing her cunt to spasm again and again in
ecstasy.
'At least I'm not making a mess.' She thought to herself with
a giggle. She could feel at least two mouths fighting over every drop
that pulsed out of her vagina.
She giggled again as she felt a warm wetness stoke the souls
of her feet and her toes. Somebody was actually kissing and sucking on
her toes. Wiggling them she heard a laugh come from where she assumed
her feet were.
Feeling hot breath on her face she opened her eyes and saw a
pair of dark brown ones looking back at her. The girl who's mouth was
eagerly sucking on Buffy lips, trying to coax her tongue out of her
mouth was a nice caramel brown color. Buffy recognized her right away
from the folder of missing girls Temper had showed her. At least they
weren't dead. But the things they were doing to her body were enough
to raise them.
She didn't know how long she lay there being chewed and
drooled on before it stopped. It could have been minutes or days. Her
sense of time had completely left her with all her other higher brain
functions.
"That's it ladies. Give her some room." A male voice demanded.
"I'll let you play with our new toy more later. I want to try her out
myself first."
Buffy felt herself being helped up to a sitting position and
looking saw Abigail Feintuch giving her a boost up.
"Promise master?" Abigail begged. "I haven't had a taste of
her pussy yet."
"You like my new toy Abby?" the voice asked the girl.
"Oh yes master! She's beautiful."
"That was nice." Buffy's confused mind enjoyed the compliment.
Dazedly looking around she saw an octet of amazingly beautiful
naked girls, all stroking each other and flushed with passion.
"Where's your friend tonight?" the voice demanded of her.
"Alex?" Buffy thought with a giggle. "She's eating Angie.
Angie's real yummy."
The voice let out a high pitched laugh of delight at that. A
laugh that drew Buffy's attention letting her look finally at her
captor. It was a man..., no a boy. He even looked younger than Buffy
was.
"May I have her now Master?" that raspy voice pleaded.
Buffy looked over and felt herself jump back, knocking her
head into Abby's plump tits.
"I get her first." The boy told the ...whatever it was. "You
can have one of the other's for now."
"Me!" , "No me!" all the girl's voices cried out at once.
"Racquel." the boy said making the young black girl who had
been kissing Buffy squeal with delight.
Buffy watched the girl run over to the...satyr. That's what it
looked like. One of those half man, half goat thingee's from Greek
mythology. His face wasn't bad looking, except for the horns and the
long pointy teeth, but the rest of him was covered in a tick woolly
coat of dark hair, right down to the hoofs of his feet.
Racquel embraced the satyr, running her hands through his coat
while she kissed him hard on the mouth.
'Wow!' Buffy thought. That's not the only thing he has that
isn't hairy. From out the thing's groin slithered a cock. She'd never
seen a cock slither before, not that she'd seen that many cocks, but
this one worked it's way out and started caressing the girl between
her legs, getting harder and harder with every groan of pleasure
Racquel let out.
'There's no way that thing's going to fit in her.' Buffy
thought staring in amazement at the size of the satyrs erection. She
was momentarily proved wrong when the beast picked Racquel right off
the floor and shoved inside to the hilt.
'Yes!" Racquel screamed enjoying the sudden fullness inside
her.
Then the satyr held onto her under her arms, its face chewing
on her breasts, while it pounded, and pounded, and pounded, and
pounded....
"Ahhhhhh!" Buffy let out a scream as she felt herself go into
a spontaneous orgasm.
"I've got something here for you." the boy called to her, and
turning she saw a hard cock only a foot away from her face. It was
much smaller than the beast's, and totally human looking, but it
became the center of Buffy's universe.
"Suck me" the boy demanded and Buffy obeyed.
The cock in her mouth became everything to her. It's warm
salty taste, it's musky smell, the feeling as the skin rubbed her
lips, her tongue, the back of her throat.
"That's it Abby." her master said. "Go ahead."
Buffy spat out the cock, wrapping her hands around it and
roughly jerked it while she turned and watched Abby lying down behind
her nibbling on her ass cheeks. When the girl lowered her face and
began to tongue Buffy's anus and cunt she let out a shiver of delight
then turned back to stuff her master's long piece of flesh in her
mouth.
"I'm cumming!" her master screeched loudly.
"Y'th m'ast'r. F'l m' m'th." Buffy pleaded sucking harder and
faster until she felt a hot gush of slimy liquid shoot down her
throat. Buffy swallowed every drop, and demanded more, sucking on the
hard flesh and pulling out another gush of semen. She felt her own
orgasm in response to her master's and heard Abby's joyful moan as she
lsent at gush of syrup splashing into the girl's face.
"What the fuck!?"
Turning Buffy somebody she thought looked familiar standing in
the open elevator. 'Temper.'...at least that's what she thought his
name was. Forgetting about him Buffy turned back to her master's
slightly softening cock and licked the last trickle of cum off it's
head.
"What the fuck?" Temper said again.
It had been a bit difficult getting in this place. He'd had to
break quite a few doors down and cut quite a few security alarm wires.
Then he had to smash in the elevator controls so he could try to wire
the system to take him to the penthouse this Mr. Sawyer was staying
in.
He didn't know what he had expected, but he hadn't quite
expected this.
The girls were all here. And they were all still completely
naked. And there was Buffy, sucking off that kid like a pro. And Abby
Feintuch, the girl he'd been hired to find, her face buried between
Buffy's thighs.
And that other girl, Racquel LeBeau getting fucked by....
"What the fuck?" Temper screamed pulling out his pistol and
aiming it at ...whatever it was.
He fired at it's head, trying to make sure not to hit Racquel,
but the bullet flew wide.
The kid jumped, pushing Buffy away from him.
"Help. Girls help.", he screamed like a little girl hunkering
down and then cowering behind Buffy.
The 6 girls, who'd all just been lying and sitting around
playing with each other all turned to Temper and as one jumped on him.
Falling to the ground his gun went flying, lost somewhere in a
pile of pillows. He managed to move a bit, throwing girls left and
right but they just came back at him. At first he thought they were
fighting him, but when he felt a slim hand slide into his pants and
other start tearing the buttons off the front of his shirt he realized
that they had something completely else in mind.
Buffy still felt dazed when her...master... 'What the
hell....Master!' , came out from behind her laughing as the other
girls attacked Temper. 'Temper! Right Temper was here to help free the
girls. It didn't look like he was doing a good job at it.'
"Lie on your back." The boy ordered her, while he massaged
himself back to hardness.
Seeing the stiff cock, Buffy felt herself starting to revert
back to the simpering moron she' d been moments before. Fighting the
loss she still dropped to the plush carpet and spread her legs for the
boy.
"Beautiful." He said looking down at her open form on the
floor. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Dropping down he shoved himself hard into her and began
pushing in and out.
He didn't have much style but whatever he had it still made
her tremble and wet between her legs. Whatever 'it' was?
"Master?" she forced herself to call the boy by the title.
"H...how do you do it?"
Steven Sawyer stopped his pleasurable excursion into this
pretty little blond as he wondered what was going on. This was the
first time any of the girls had asked him anything except to have
sex.
"Master?" Buffy repeated. "What is that thing?'
Steven looked up at the satyr as it continued to plunge in and
out of Racquel, much to her delight.
"Why not?" he said to her enjoying actually talking to one of
them for a change. That didn't stop him from going back to pumping
into her tight wetness.
"My father..., my father collects art..., at least that's what
he calls it." he gasped and stuttered as he felt Buffy clamp onto him
as she had a series of orgasms. "God...that felt good. I... I was
looking at one...it was ...was covered in some weird writing."
Buffy tracked his gaze as he looked over at a glass case
holding what could only be called a huge stone dildo.
"It...it took me ...two months...but I translated...them. "
Buffy was barely conscious of the boy's voice but tried her
best to follow him, while looking around the huge living room of the
penthouse for anything that might be important.
"Wh...when I read the...translat...Oh God I'm cumming again."
Buffy felt the boy begin to shoot in her and felt herself go
off with him. Whatever hold he had on her, she was starting to really,
really enjoy it.
Collapsing on her, his breath panting he continued,
"The...incubus...just appeared when ....I read the translation. He
called me master...and said he'd doing anything I wanted. It didn't
take me long to find out he didn't have many powers, but what he
had...Wow!"
Buffy looked over at the coupled incubus and Racquel. It
seemed to have a lot of stamina.
"It looks like a satyr."
"Yeah I saw that too." the boy said really enjoying himself.
"He said that they called him that and a few other names at different
times. But he's really an incubus. A sort of male sex spirit. He
doesn't have many powers except when it comes to women. He can make
any woman into a sex maniac with absolutely no inhibitions."
'I noticed.' Buffy thought to herself as she felt the boy's
penis start to get hard and poke into her again. She really wouldn't
mind him doing her again,...and again...and again..., but right now
she had a job to do.
Flexing her hips and back she tossed the boy over her head to
land with a thud on his back. While he gasped, trying to recover his
lost breath she crawled over to something she had seen, a pair of
handcuffs among a pile of other objects that must have been from one
of the boy's excursions into S&M. Crawling to the boy she cuffed one
of his hands onto a couch. He probably could break himself out given
time, but it might hold him for a few minutes.
Seeing him lying there helpless she had the sudden urge to hop
on him and ride him until they both passed out. Looking over at the
incubus she saw it smiling over at her. Forcing herself to shake it
off she stumbled toward the glass case with the stone cock in it.
There was a padlock holding it down but that didn't take long for her
to remove. Removing the glass cover she reached for the cock and....
The passion,...the sexual need and ecstasy,...it flooded her
body. Every cell called out for the need for release. The need for a
huge cock to stuff into her cunt and keep moving until she died from
the bliss. Looking down she realized that that's what she held in her
hands. Sure it was about twenty inches long and three inches thick,
but she didn't care. She just needed it inside her.
Placing the head in her cunt she let herself slowly drop, the
floor and gravity forcing it deeper and deeper inside her. When she
finally bottomed out there was still a large length sticking out, but
that just gave her a good grip to hold on to. Falling onto her back
she shoved it in over and over, enjoying the rough texture of the
stone as it rubbed her insides.
She felt the biggest orgasm she'd ever had start to build up
in her. But somewhere back in her mind, she still had some control and
new that somehow she had to stop this before she fucked herself to
death. When the idea came to her she thought it was crazy. There was
no way even the Slayer could accomplish it, but what else could she
do.
The orgasm hit her hard, her whole body jerking and shaking,
every muscle in her body tightening and loosening in time with the
other. Then just at it reached it's peak she let out a loud scream and
tried to concentrate on throwing all her strength into squeezing one
particular group of muscles.
"Crack!" a loud breaking sound echoed over and over throughout
the room.
"Free!" the incubus yelled. "I'm free!"
Giving Racquel a final kiss he vanished, dropping the girl
onto her ass on the floor.
Exhausted and dripping sweat Buffy forced herself to look down
and saw a broken stub of stone lying on the floor next to her. She'd
done it. She'd really done it. It was a bit uncomfortable but she
managed to sit up and reach down into her soar cunt. Getting a grip on
the slimy end of the stone she drew out over a foot before the stone
cock head popped out with a farting sound.
Letting go of the cock it fell to the floor, breaking into
even more pieces.
The satyr...the incubus was gone. The uncontrollable force
that had been playing with her like a puppet was gone. She was still
horny as hell but she thought she could handle that.
Weakly she rolled over and crawled shakily to her feet. The
boy was still handcuffed to the couch, holding himself in the ball of
a fetal position, sobbing loudly. Racquel was lying on her stomach
rubbing her soar ass. The rest of the girls were still crawling over
the helpless Temper.
Walking to the pile of groaning, humping bodies she pulled
girl after girl off until she could see Temper at the bottom. He was a
mess, covered in sticky girl cum and saliva. Abby Feintuch was happily
hopping her groin up and down on his hard cock, completely unaware of
the world around her.
"Off girl." Buffy said grabbing her under her arms and lifting
her of Temper.
"Ann?" Temper gasped looking at the exhausted girl. "What
happened? What was that thing.?"
Buffy wanted to answer him but found herself helplessly
staring at Temper's hard dripping cock.
"Sorry about this Temper. I'll explain it all later...but
right now I need this."
Plopping down she impaled herself on Temper's hardness. It was
more than nice having a real live man sized cock stuffed inside
herself.
"Ann? What ar y..." Temper you began to demanded but had to
stop as Abby sat hard on his face, grinding her cunt into his face.
Three days later Buffy still couldn't look at Temper in the
face without blushing. Sure it had just been another reaction to all
those sexual cravings in her system, but ...Temper? He was so old.
Sure if she looked at him the right way he wasn't bad looking and she
could see what Alex saw...but still. Temper?
Turning around in the diner she flinched as she saw him
sitting at the counter staring at her curiously.
"Buffy?" he asked and saw her flinch back at the name.
"Thought so."
She retreated another step from him.
"Don't be stupid." He growled at her patting the seat next to
him and telling her to come over.
Reluctantly she sat down.
"A friend of mine, another P.I. sent me an e-mail today. Some
guy down in California's looking for some 17 year old girl named
Buffy. It seems whoever this guy is he's pretty worried about her.
He's got people all over the country looking for her, and her face is
plastered all over the PI net. It won't be long before one of them
spots her and tries to get the reward this guy's offering for any info
about her."
She gave him another worried and frightened look.
"Hey! Don't worry." Temper assured her. "I'd never turn in a
friend. But I just thought this Buffy girl, whoever she is, should
know. This P.I. who sent me the e-mail's office is less than two miles
from here."
"Damn Giles!" she swore under her breath.
"Want to talk about it?" he asked hopefully, but wasn't
surprised when she shook her head. "Whoever this guy is he seems to
want you back pretty bad. I could maybe get somebody to lean on him
and tell him to leave you alone."
Buffy laughed at that and gave Temper a hug. "No,...that's not
necessary. Giles is just... a friend of mine. He's probably just
worried about me. But I could use another favor."
"Anything." he quickly agreed.
"A ride to the bus depot." she told him looking like she was
going to start crying any minute.
Alex actually did cry when Buffy told her she was leaving.
Angie didn't look to happy either that Buffy was going right after her
shift had started, but gave her the money she'd earned so far, along
with a hug and a 'good luck' kiss good-bye.
She couldn't help but laugh when she finally saw Temper's car.
She'd never seen it before but a white mustang suited him perfectly.
He didn't get the joke and she wasn't about to hurt his feelings by
explaining it to him.
They had to stop at her apartment to get her meager
possessions first, then he headed toward the bus depot where he first
found her.
On the way he told her what was going on with the girl's. They
were all still in the hospital but were all in perfect health. The
only thing different about them from before they were taken was two
little pieces of skin, and a more than average sex drive. They were
all starting to calm down now, but still wanted to jump anybody, male
or female who came into their rooms. Buffy said that might take a
while to wear off. Alex was back to normal now, but she'd only had
that one dose from the incubus.
That was another thing Temper was having problems with. After
Buffy had raped him, well not actually raped him... he got into it
soon enough and got a tingle in his groin when he looked at her
buckled into the seat next to him. She'd left before he'd called the
cops in but the next day explained all she knew about what had really
happened. He was sure if he really believed all that incubus shit, but
he had seen Buffy just vanish out of her clothes..., and whatever that
thing was that was boffing Racquel LeBeau...it certainly wasn't human.
As for Steven Sawyer,...it looked like he might go completely
free. His parents were stinking rich. The penthouse where Steven was
keeping his harem was just one of their places in town, and they said
they'd hadn't used it in months. The high priced lawyers and the fact
that none of the girls was willing to press charges on little Stevie
made the D.A. a little weary about pressing the case. The girls all
still seemed crazy for the guy, they practically drooled when ever
they saw him. Some sort of Pavlovian reaction the psych guys all
agreed on. It would probably wear off in time.
Another thing was nobody could figure out how he managed to
kidnap them or get them so sex-crazed. They couldn't find any trace of
drugs in the girls systems or in the penthouse, and little Stevie
wasn't about to tell them about his pet sex monster. Neither was
Temper for that matter. He didn't want to end up in a room next to the
girls.
"With that...stone cock broken it shouldn't be back." Buffy
informed him.
He thought she seemed to know a lot more about this kind of
thing then she was letting on, but he wasn't going to press the point.
When they pulled into the parking lot she gave him a long hug,
and after a moment's thought a long tongue filled kiss.
"One more favor." she asked him pulling away, licking their
joined saliva from her lips. "Alex."
"Alex?"
"Yeah Alex." She told him. "That's girl's crazy about you."
"But... but I thought..." Temper stuttered. He had just
thought Alex cozying up to him had just been another reaction from
that incubus guy. From the way the kidnapped girls had acted, as well
as Buffy, he thought she'd just done that because of her
over-stimulated hormones.
"You were all she'd talk about even before our little meeting
with the sex monster. You should hear her in bed sometime. Playing
with herself like mad and chanting your name over and over."
Buffy smiled as Temper blushed red again.
"She even told me she's never slept with a guy. She was saving
that for you. Just remember she's not a kid anymore. If anybody knows
that Alex is a full grown woman now it's me."
Giving Temper a good-bye kiss on the cheek she left him
sitting in his car alone, a lump in his trousers and a glazed look on
his face. She went to the ticket desk at bought on ticket on the first
bus heading South. 'Phoenix, Arizona' her stub said. She didn't know
what she was going to do in Phoenix but she knew she didn't want to be
found. Not yet.
Sitting in a window seat she laughed as the bus pulled out.
There was Temper, chasing Bobby-boy away from a girl who looked no
more than 14.
Epilogue:
After his day Temper needed a drink real bad. He wasn't sure
if it was to celebrate or forget. Ann....Buffy...whoever she was, was
gone. But today he'd managed to get a little, much too naive, runaway
to a center he knew might be able to help her. Angie was going to need
a new waitress but that kid was too young for that. Then he'd gone to
see Abby's parents and got paid. They even threw a five grand bonus
for finding their little girl. They weren't too happy where he'd found
her but that wasn't his fault.
Walking into McGinty's he took a seat at the bar.
'Alex.' he thought to himself. What was he going to do with
that kid. He'd promised himself he never take advantage of any of the
kid's he tried to help. A promise that he'd already broke,... if a bit
unwillingly. And Buffy was right. Alex was certainly a woman now.
"Can I get you anything?" a voice behind the bar asked him.
Looking up he saw a pretty blond in a pair of tight jeans and
a just as tight sweater. Looking at her he really wanted to tell he
what he would like from her but instead settled for a beer. He watched
her as she moved around serving other customers. She was new here. She
hadn't been here the last time he'd been in. Gary must have just hired
her. For some reason she sort of looked familiar to him. He couldn't
decide if he'd actually seen her before or if she just reminded him of
somebody else. That was it. She was a bit taller, and she really
didn't look like her at all, but there was some quality,...some
Buffy-ness about this woman that reminded him of the girl he just
dropped off at the bus depot.
The end
Just a note about this story. I think of it as sort of a tribute to
the sexiest TV show on the air. For those who don't know much about
Buffy VS this takes place between the end of Season 2 and the
beginning of Season 3, when Buffy is on the road trying to forget her
problems.
Speaking of Season 3, so far only a few of the episodes have
come out so far, but from the more than casual use of the word 'slut'
the show is starting to seem more and more like an Aaron Spelling
series. Still it still is the best show, with the hottest girls on TV.
As for Temper, he, Angie and Alex will probably turn up in a
future story.
TheRant