Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 9

A penis wound itself around Buffy's left arm. Another coiled itself around her right arm. A third encircled her left calf. A fourth looped itself around her right calf. Tightening, the coiled pricks tugged Buffy's limbs part, spread-eagling her upon the ground.

A choked sob escaped the Slayer's lips as more tears, hot and wet, trickled down her cheeks. She, who had always been the champion for the weak and helpless, now lay upon her back, her arms parted and her legs spread, naked, powerless, and exhausted, bound by thick coils of cock, waiting to be ravished in every orifice of her body-it was unthinkable! It was unfair! It wasn't right! Buffy closed her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth. She would not cry out. No matter how much rage or humiliation or fear she felt, she would not scream or sob. She would bear the outrage of the assault. She would endure the fury, the shame, and the terror and, if she were fortunate enough to survive, she would repay these insults to her dignity and her virtue even if she died in the process. Hang on, Buffy, she told herself.

Her eyes snapped open. In horror, she stared at the suction cups that had fastened themselves upon her nipples. Like those on an octopus' tentacles, the disc-shaped cups gripped the tips of her boobs with fierce insistence, and Buffy felt them nuzzle and suck. Despite her revulsion, the Slayer's nipples responded, stiffening and swelling inside the miniature domes that milked them.

No sooner had Buffy understood what was happening to her breasts than she felt something tubular, soft as silk but wet and slick as well, like a cunt, slide over her ever-erect penis. The plants' tentacles, she thought, were not all phallic; some were tentacles with suction cups that could attach themselves to their victim's nipples; others were hollow cylinders that were lined with soft, smooth, slippery tissue that resembled the inside of Buffy's own pink-and-red pussy. The plants, it seemed, were every bit as hermaphroditic, in their own way, as Buffy herself had become, thanks to the bite of the damned Feral demon that had transformed her (hopefully, temporarily) into a shemale vampire slayer. Buffy snorted derisively. Well, in a demon-dimension such as this, such revelations shouldn't surprise her, she thought.