Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 11

But Bacchus

Demanded punishment for so much evil.

Mourning his singer's loss, he bound those women,

All those who saw the murder, in a forest,

Twisted their feet to roots, and thrust them deep

Into unyielding earth. As a bird struggles

Caught in a fowler's snare, and flaps and flutters

And draws its bonds the tighter by its struggling,

Even so the Thracian women, gripped by the soil,

Fastened in desperate terror, writhed and struggled,

But the roots held. They looked to see their fingers,

Their toes, their nails, and saw the bark come creeping

Up the smooth legs; they tried to smite their thighs

With grieving hands, and struck on oak; their breasts

Were oak, and oak their shoulders, and their arms

You well might call long branches and be truthful.

Buffy shuddered again.

A beetle-man with spindly human arms and legs grasped a naked woman in its clawed hands and dragged her roughly across the hard, stone floor. A toad was fastened to each of her breasts, and a serpent wriggled inside her labia. A long penis hung from the beetle-man's armored groin. From it, he discharged a stream of foul-smelling, rust-colored urine, spewing the woman's face as he continued to drag her. She kicked and screamed, twisting and squirming in his grip, but he held fast to her. Another stream of urine showered her breasts, belly, cunt, and legs. The toads squirmed, but remained in place, secured to her bosom.