Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 9

No! Buffy told herself. She would be none of those things! She wasn't giving herself to these demon-plant-rapists; they were taking her against her will. They had to trip her and manacle her before they could have their way with her. This wasn't making love; this was being ravished. Still, despite her knowledge of the facts, despite her unwillingness to submit to the brutal assault she was undergoing, Buffy couldn't help feeling like a slut and a whore and weren't one's perceptions, one's feelings, often the same as one's reality?

Another plant-prick invaded Buffy; this one wound its way, corkscrew-like, up her ass, winding round and round inside her anus, twisting its way through her sphincter, and swirling its way into her rectum. More and more of the elongating cock twirled through her bowels. Despite her earlier vow not to do so, Buffy screamed. She was frightened-far more terrified than she'd ever been in the nearly ten years that she'd been fighting vampires, demons, and other creepy crawlies. The prick inside her bottom seemed to fill her asshole to the bursting point, and still the damned thing continued to expand, to thicken, to swell, as its already-long shaft underwent still further elongation. If it continued to stiffen and swell inside her, it might rip and tear the tender tissues of her rectum wide open, and she'd bleed to death.