Big Buffy Butt Bang (Patreon)

Willow couldn’t believe it. She was so used to Buffy as a friend, as her sweet, good-natured, clever, pretty friend… and then as the other thing she was, the Slayer, strong, imposing, badass, still really pretty… and now she was this third thing, this totally different thing. Willow didn’t even know what she was now.

Only that Buff had disappeared for a week, no clues, no leads. Their assumption was that the current Big Bad, Glory, was responsible for it.

After a week with no trace of Buffy, Glory had actually contacted them. Letters in the mailbox of Willow, Anya, Tara, Joyce, and Dawn, inviting them to a “Big Buffy Butt Bang” and warning them that no one without an invitation should try to attend.

What else could they do but show up, hoping to catch even a glimpse of Buffy, and prepared to fight their way out of there with her if they had to?

The address led to a sprawling, peak-California mansion… yet another reason to hate McMansions, they were perfect real estate for monsters to squat in and just love being monsters… and inside, Glory played a gracious hostess like she was having them over for brunch.

“Here’s the thing, guys,” she said, leading them deeper into the mansion as if they were all on the same cheer squad. “Buffy told me you bitches would be worried, and you know how she can whine, so I finally decided to put your minds at ease. She’s not dead or anything, God. It’s just that I love having a Slayer as a sex slave. They’re really the only ones on this plane who can keep up with my needs and still look totally bangable.”

Throughout all her spritzy talk, Glory had led the group into a large ballroom, finally coming to an enclosed area curtained off from the rest of the vast space.

“Now, Slayers as a rule don’t have tentacles or prehensile tongues or anything, but for some reason, they all have the most fuckable asses, I don’t know if you’ve noticed. Maybe because the enchantment was cast by a bunch of African dudes, you know? So, whenever I get my hands on a Slayer, I’m obviously going to fuck her in the ass. It really keeps them in line. I hear that Angelus guy had a lot of problems with your Buffy, right after doing her—if he’d just put a finger in her ass—oh well. I’ve completely broken her in now, she’s real happy to have me own her, and now that she’s proudly my anal bitch, we’re going to celebrate all the butt stuff with some of her closest friends. In fact, now that she’s been awakened to what an ass-fuck slut she should’ve been since she turned legal, she’s real eager to make up for all the years she’s deprived you of the sodomy you should’ve been using her cute little ass for. So without further ado, here’s our evening’s entertainment. My butt bitch, who you get to share, the anal slut formerly known as Buffy Summers!”

With her last words, she pulled a lever and the curtain dropped. There was Buffy, naked, enclosed within a sort of pillory. But it didn’t hold her hands and head. It was closed around her waist, keeping her on all fours with her tiny ass up in the air. A sign erected above the pillory pointed down at her exposed backside, words painted on it reading “Enter here.” Stocks held her wrists, like wooden handcuffs, and there were chains binding her ankles, although they didn’t seem to restrain Buffy since she was doing nothing to get free. They were more like… bits of lingerie, the way Buffy wore them.

“Look at her!” Glory crowed. “Isn’t she great? That Slayer healing has made her an anal virgin practically all over again. Yesterday, you wouldn’t have been able to recognize that neat little hole of hers. And believe me, I had a hard time keeping my hands off her long enough for her to tighten up. But we really wanted you guys to get the full effect of fucking her up the ass, didn’t we, babe?”

“Uh-huh,” Buffy cooed dreamily. She sounded almost orgasmic, delighting in—what? Being Glory’s anal bitch? Being seen in this degrading bondage? The anticipation of what Glory had been hinting at—that there would be some kind of anal sex orgy, with her mother and sister and closest friends participating? “My brain kinda went all mushy the first time I got it up the tailpipe, which Glory really seemed to like—she couldn’t stop going on about it—so, Will, I want you to get a piece of that. To break me in. Sorry I didn’t let you do it sooner. Hope it makes it up to you that now you and Tara can both fuck my ass.”

Willow was agape—couldn’t speak—who was this person, acting like a happy little sex slave, but wearing the face of her strong, determined friend? Even at her horniest, Buffy’d never acted like this.

Then Glory clapped Willow on the ass. “You heard her, ginger. You get to go first. And, because I’m a pet momma who totally spoils her baby—sorry, Joyce, not a competition—I got strap-ons for all of you. They’re magic. Not only will you get to feel exactly how tight she is… and look at her, you just know that kinky little body is tight… but it transforms your orgasm into real live cum! Isn’t that something? Let’s see how much we can stuff into Buffy’s bowels before the night’s over! I gave her an enema earlier, so there’s plenty of room.”

Willow looked from Glory to Buffy like a deer caught in the headlights. “Buffy… Buff… you want me to… in your ass?” she asked uncertainly. “Won’t that hurt? I mean, Tara and I, we’ve…” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Licked a little… even a tongue can kinda… sting…”

“Oh, it’ll hurt,” Buffy interjected, smiling sunnily. “But c’mon, Will, haven’t you figured out by now what total pain-sluts Slayers are? Obviously, I get off on being slapped around, having my hair pulled, being told I’m a nasty little bitch. It’s really good Glory found me before I had to do something like bang Spike to get off. Anyway, you’re my dom right now. The important thing is that you have a good time fucking my ass. I know I will!”

Willow looked around, surveying the others. Joyce looked like she might faint. Tara was an entire collection of tics. Dawn just seemed to have shut down, watching everything with a blank look on her face. And Anya was taking it in her usual callous stride.

“Maybe I should go first,” Anya suggested. “I’ve fucked Xander many times, so I’m used to submissives, and since there seems to be an added value to being the first person that has a turn, I’d be happy to have that in exchange for my participation in Buffy’s degradation. Is there a T-shirt or something I’d get…?”

“Willow goes first,” Glory insisted. “She’s clearly wanted to do it for ages, so she’s going to make it so easy for the rest of you once she breaks that ass in. Won’t you, Hocus Pocus?”

She vamped over to where Buffy was sprawled face down and, hearing her heels’ clicking approach, Buffy spread her bare legs as wide as the chains would permit. Her perky breasts flattened against the floor and her knees dug in to the plush carpet that was underneath to give her some comfort during her sodomy.

Glory reached down and spread the toned cheeks of Buffy’s ass until her puckered asshole was visible. The little pink ring throbbed warmly, the pressure Glory put on it opening it to Willow’s helplessly curious eyes. The pink inside was of a shade Willow had never seen before—it looked as sweet and as tantalizing as Buffy would be, at her literal core…

“Lady-cocks are on the table over there,” Glory said, nodding to the side of the room. “Get one on, Willy. I’m sure Tara can help you with the straps—you two are used to putting them on together, right? Ha. Dykes!”

Willow felt compelled to do as she said, if only because she couldn’t imagine lingering and drawing this out any further. She dropped her skirt and pulled the strap-on over her panties, not that it seemed to make a difference. The moment she tightened the harness, the dildo stood straight out in front of her, not at all like the limp noodle it had been as she’d been sliding it on. Glory had told the truth. The strap-on was enchanted, and it took advantage of Willow’s interest to become hard as a rock, its girthy length quivering with anticipation.

“Willow!” Joyce cried, aghast at seeing Willow so overtly excited at getting to buttfuck her little girl.

“Mom, it’s okay, Gawd!” Buffy keened. “You’d think I’d never gotten it up the ass before…”

“She has. From me,” Glory clarified. “Watch closely, MILF. The more used you are to the idea, the easier it’s going to be when it’s your turn.”

“I’m not fucking my own daughter!” Joyce protested.

“Not right now, no,” Glory agreed. “But maybe later, we can make her airtight.”

Willow knelt behind Buffy. She didn’t know what she was doing, positioning herself for. She only wanted a better look at Buffy’s quivering snatch, its engorged outer lips pouting open, slick with arousal, and more wetness gleaming inside. Willow couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and probing into that hot pink slit with her fingers, pushing them in to feel the palpitating tightness inside Buffy’s cunt.

Tight as a virgin. Just as she recovered from scrapes and bruises in time to show up at school the next morning fresh as a daisy, Buffy’s sex had obviously recovered from… well… Angelus’ origin story. And her ass was the same way. That’s what Glory had said. Entering it would be like she was the first one to ever fuck Buffy there…

Willow moved her damp fingers to Buffy’s puckered asshole, rubbing the oily wetness of her cunt into that tight little grommet. Buffy trembled, lifting her ass up and widening the cleft between her buttocks. Glory laughed and spread Buffy, holding her open for Willow to absolutely bask in the sight of her.

Willow looked away, seeing instead the backs of Buffy’s toned thighs. They were tensed, quivering with clenched power, and Willow wondered what a challenge it would be to defy Buffy’s Slayer muscles and get inside her resistant asshole. The strap-on Glory had supplied was none too small. There was no way Buffy would be able to will herself to accept it, no matter how eager she was.

“Please, Willow, feed that big cock into my asshole now,” Buffy whimpered. “It’s got me so turned on, knowing you’re all going to fuck me in the ass, but you’ve got to start. Be the first. Ram it into me as hard as you can, Will.” Then she lowered her voice naughtily. “Make Tara jealous. Make her want to be your anal bitch too. God, that fat ass of hers—how can you not have fucked it already?”

Glory cackled at Buffy’s words. “Sabrina the Teenage Dyke here doesn’t want to hurt her little girlfriend. Well, her big girlfriend. Do you at least let her fuck your ass, Sabrina? Or does feeling a cock in your colon make it too hard to imagine you’re getting it on with your crush? I mean, with those thunder thighs wrapped around your head, you could pretend you’re licking anyone’s cooze, am I right? That why you’re dating a blonde?”