Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 15

Secretly, she had to admit that she liked the devil's cock in her ass; it filled her more completely than she'd ever been filled, and he was stronger, more virile, and more masculine (despite his tits) than Angel, Spike, Parker, Riley, Xander, or any other man, including Giles, with whom she'd had sex. Maybe she really was a bitch, a slut, and a whore, as Baphomet insisted.

"I know what you are," the devil whispered, "for I tested you. It was I, not the vengeance demon, who transported the witch to my domain. I secured Anya's pretense as the one who had arranged the witch's capture in order to snare you, knowing that you are her best friend and would risk your life to save her-not that you have the slightest chance, of course, of doing so."

Buffy was shocked. "Anya didn't send Willow here?"

"She was nothing more than you-my victim. I made her tell you all the things she told you, on pain of being vivisected-dissected alive-should she refuse. I am the true adversary, not her. When you arrived, I sent my minions to test you. The meadowlands demon, the cavern-cunt, and the phallic plants are all my spawn, as are the demons who dwell here, in my palace, with me. You resisted them all-at first-but, finally, you embraced them, in your heart and your soul, if not openly, and you began to doubt; you began to waver. You began to enjoy being both the predator and the prey, seeking both death and power in the act of sex which was, of course, always suitably perverted. Now, you know the truth: sex, like life itself, is about power, not love."

Willow sat up, looking across the stone floor at the Slayer. "Don't listen to him, Buffy. You're not a slut. You're not a whore. You're the Slayer."

A quake shook the palace. The throne jiggled atop its skulls. A crack opened in one of the walls.

"Silence, bitch!" Baphomet screamed.

"You're good, and you're kind. You're compassionate and loving and caring. You're strong and protective and courageous."