Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 06
“NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy’s secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together.”
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“I doubt that is the pizza delivery boy,” whispered Buffy to her Watcher as Mobadon turned and surveyed the conflict.
The demon was very muscular with smooth skin that was as black as coal. His face was handsome, after a fashion, but his eyes were a burning red that shone like a furnace above a cruel mouth that was filled with needle-like teeth. Long, pointed ears could be seen clearly, because the sides of his skull were hairless, while long lustrous black hair was swept back from the top of his head to hang down to his shoulders.
His body was adorned with golden jewellery; from the thick crescent medallion that hung on a sturdy chain around his neck, to the bangles on his arms and the rings on his fingers. The only article of clothing the fiend wore was a fine chain-link loincloth that looked like it could possibly be silver. Finally, jutting in opposite directions from behind his shoulders were the two pommels of his swords. They were expertly crafted oriental katanas that had runes written all along the length of their silver blades.
Before Giles could reply, the Slayer was suddenly occupied with dodging Angelus’ fist. The two former lovers began to trade punishing blows at a pace no human could copy. Both ducked, dodged, struck and punched with a ferocity that appalled and amazed the Englishman. Then he too was suddenly occupied with an attacking vampire.
Oz and Cordelia had managed to reach the top of the stairs that descended to the monastery’s maze of cellars, but were now hemmed in by four rather feral looking vampires. One of the bloodsuckers, still dressed in his Double Meat Palace uniform, lunged forward and snagged the brunette around the waist. With a snarl, he lifted her over his shoulder and disappeared into the throng of undead. As Oz tried to intercept them, the three remaining vampires grasped him and they struggled on the top step for a moment before crashing down the stairway.
Mobadon smiled at his newfound freedom. It had only been a thousand years, but it had felt like an eternity since he had last walked the lands of man. The battle around him was a pleasant welcome back; how thoughtful of his worshippers to arrange such a stimulating display for his return!
A vampire leapt backward to avoid the swinging blade of a raven haired man who wore spectacles and collided with the demon Lord. Hardly even realising he was doing it, the beast lashed out with his magic and the luckless creature burst into a pillar of fire. It felt so good for him to be able to channel his power after the void of the vortex!
Summoning forth the darkness, he lifted his claws and uttered a word long lost to mankind. Instantly every being in the room convulsed in agony and fell writhing to the floor. Their cries of torment and screams for mercy were music to his ears.
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Oz and the three vampires bounced down the stone steps and scattered across the floor of a corridor. The young man tucked himself into a forward roll and sprang to his feet with an agility that would have made a gymnast proud. Quickly darting down the passageway, he chose one of the many side corridors and ran to the thick oak door at its end. It was locked.
Turning around, he saw the three pursuers slow to a swagger as they followed him. A reed thin creep in a paisley shirt sneered in pleasure, “Looks like you’re trapped, boy. What a shame. I could promise you a swift death, but I’m not in the mood. I think things are about to get really rough.”
His two companions laughed and let their faces change to show the savage demon within them.
Unfortunately for the three would-be killers, there was a far more savage beast within the little man. Oz had spent the last few years mastering his control of the werewolf and now it obeyed him completely. He could do as he had tonight, and refuse to let it out even under the pull of the full moon, or he could stand in broad daylight and unleash the wolf.
The vampires looked on in disbelief as the small man swelled in size and muscles popped up all over his wiry frame. Grey and black hair swarmed through his skin and his face elongated into a vicious muzzle. In a mere couple of seconds, a seven foot tall wolf lowered itself into a predatory crouch and snarled as drool slathered from its deadly jaws. Claws that could slice through steel scratched a furrow in the stone of the corridor floor while the beast’s sickly yellow eyes narrowed as they focused on the three men.
“Er… Sorry,” the no-longer-cocky leader whispered as he began to back away. “No harm done. We’ll just be on our way. Just stay calm an…”
The huge beast sprang upon him and snapped its jaws shut on his throat. Before his dust cloud had even finished expanding, the werewolf was slashing the second bloodsucker to pieces. While one mighty claw grasped his shoulder, the second twisted his arm and tore it loose as if it were no stronger than cotton candy. The undead thug screamed in agony as his own severed limb gushed bloody rain down onto his demonic face.
The final vampire turned to flee, but never reached the end of the small passageway. A single bound from the powerful lycanthrope landed the beast on his back and bore him to the ground. Slashing both talons in a berserk frenzy, the huge werewolf tore its way through him, digging great gouges of flesh from his back. He struggled and screamed as the creature burrowed through his body until its hairy paw finally granted him release by ripping through his neck.
For a moment, the monster just crouched at the end of the corridor, and sniffed in either direction. It may have left if it had not been for the whimper of the vampire it had torn the arm from regaining its attention. He was crawling across the floor on his belly, grasping the limb as if he could keep it and stick it back on later. When the wolf turned back and tilted its head to one side as its pale yellow eyes burned into him, he gibbered incoherently with fear.
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While the victims of his magic danced to his agonising spell, Mobadon drew a deep breath of satisfaction. Turning to the black rent in the wall, he held a hand out and a small burning orb of orange flame shot forth to disappear into the darkness. In a second, there was a bright burst of searing light from the portal and it quivered when its edges widened.
“Come to me, my faithful brethren. Climb the passage I have opened and feast on the flesh of this world. Under my rule we shall sear this land and bathe in the blood of our enemies!”
An inhuman scream of hissing pleasure answered his call and it was quickly joined by the voices of hundreds more.
Arrogantly, the demon Lord turned to the room of humans and vampires, “Tremble meat! I have opened the other end of the portal. My demonic army of servitors will come now and consume you in celebration of my release. Take pride in the fact that you will be the first to fall to the new emperor of this realm.”
Every fibre in Buffy’s body burned with a terrible agony but she still managed to stagger to her feet. Around her tottering form, her friends and enemies shuddered and shook in the grasp of the mystical torture. Pain blurred her vision as she caught sight of the thrashing body of her Watcher.
Concern for Giles gave her the strength to twist toward the huge ebony fiend that was grinning at the suffering it had caused.
“Hey, Moby!” she called, hoping the distraction would cause his spell to fail.
When he turned toward her, his bestial face showed amazement that anyone could function under the influence of his Spirit Flail. Using her foot to flip Giles’ sword into the air, she snagged hold of it and flung it at the demon Lord. Snarling, he raised one vicious claw at the flying blade and it altered direction to embed itself in the ceiling.
A second flick of his wrist sent the Slayer skidding across the room.
Finally coming to rest besides Cordelia, she was shocked at the sight of the lovely brunette. While Cordy twitched and twisted under the spell, a luminous, translucent, pale blue figure kept flicking into existence around her and it too was contorting with agony.
Sima had never felt such pain. It seared its way through her astral essence and burned away at her soul. She knew that if it continued, she would die as quickly as the humans, so she defended herself the only way she could; lashing out with all the power she could muster.
The entire focus of the Succubus slammed into the demon Lord in an unstoppable wave.
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Tara gasped and cupped her hand in front of Dawn’s eyes when a naked Oz ran down the stairs into the cellar.
“What is it?” complained the teenager, trying to tug the hand away.
Faith lowered her eyes and took a long look at his thick cock that hung soft before him. A smile spread across her face as she gave him a suggestive wink, “You used to feed that brute to Red? Lucky her. No wonder after you left she gave up on finding a better man and changed teams.”
The small man gave her a disapproving glance before fixing his eyes on Willow, “We’ve gotta get out of here. Where’s Ru?”
Before the witch could answer, he was following the scent of his lover to the door at the back. Opening the little window, he peered in and then bit his lip as he pondered the situation. With an unhappy frown, he turned to the four women.
“You go. When you’re safely out of the way, I’ll let her out.”
“Won’t she try to chow down on you?” asked the Slayer.
“No.”
“Okay then,” she said, starting for the steps.
“Wait,” Willow called. “I have another way. Tara, Honey, do you have any rose petals and wolfsbane in your pouch?”
“Oh my,” breathed Dawn when the hand finally slipped from her eyes and she saw Oz in all his magnificent glory. Her eyes caught Faith’s and the Chosen flashed her a saucy grin.
After checking carefully, Tara shook her head. “I have enough rose petals for the reversal, but no wolfsbane. You won’t be able to cast the spell you taught me.”
“We’ll see about that,” said the redhead as she looked down at the flagstones beneath her feet. “Faith, pull one of these up for me.”
“Who died and put you in charge? I’m the Slayer, so we’ll do things my way.”
“That’s fine as long as your way involves you pulling this flag up for me.”
The brunette laughed. “Okay Red. I’ll play ball… for now.”
Crouching down, she pushed her fingertips into the tightly packed edge of the stone, which crumbled under her strength. Grimacing, she twisted her hand and yanked up the two foot square tile, exposing the compacted dirt beneath it.
Willow nodded to her and then crossed her legs as she sat down. Slowing her breathing, she looked up into the questioning eyes of her beloved. “Everything’s connected,” she explained. “All I need to do is reach into the earth and germinate the right thing. It’s not that difficult, really.”
Lifting her hand above the dirt, she closed her eyes and summoned the seed. A green shoot curled its way upward, thickening and swelling as it grew until, in mere seconds, an adult plant was flowering before the redhead.
“Oh, Sweetie,” Tara whispered in a strange, quiet tone. Dawn gave her a thoughtful look because she could not tell whether the blonde was proud or worried. It seemed to be a mixture of both.
Quickly plucking off a handful of the purple flowers from the wolfsbane, Willow stood and took the rose petals from her lover, before turning to Oz. “I know a spell that will change a werewolf back into the person beneath. Think you can stop her attacking for a second?”
He nodded.
After a twist of her hand, a click signalled the end of her magic seal on the door. The little man swung it open and stepped into the slaughterhouse with her following right behind him. In the far corner, the werewolf had its claws clasping hold of Spike as it sunk its teeth into his shoulder and began to fling its head from side to side. He screamed as his flesh tore out in huge chunks and his fists beat ineffectually at the beast. His whole body bore terrible claw marks; it seemed like the werewolf was not hungry after feeding on the cultists and was merely playing with her food.
Oz was about to call to her when Willow laid a hand on his arm, “Let her finish, first.”
“No,” he said, looking angry that she would suggest such a thing.
“Ru!”
Blood and drool drained in sticky ropes from her fangs as the lycanthrope let go of the vampire and turned to snarl at the intruders. Instinct told her to attack, but the familiar scent of her mate and master held her back.
Her large amber eyes blinked in surprise when she was hit by a shower of mixed petals.
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Mobadon felt the Succubus’ attack and staggered backward as he tried to control the burning lust within him. Snarling, he barked a command, and the ethereal spirit was dragged before him. Now that he had separated her astral essence from the human female, she was clearly visible. His magic propelled her to her knees before him as he stretched to his full height and glowered down upon her.
“You think your puny mind tricks will work on me, spirit?”
She screamed in agony as he focused his pain inducing spell on her alone. The rest of the thrashing bodies in the room slowly lay still; thankful that the torment had ceased. For a long moment, he watched the translucent beauty jerk and twist. Finally, he ended the spell and she sagged forward until her forehead touched the floor.
She was a beautiful thing! He could feel his lust aroused and needed it to be sated. However, he would not permit himself to act so uninhibited before these lesser beings. They were here for his pleasure, not the other way around. Then an idea sprang into his mind.
“We have a few minutes until my servants will have completed their long climb. You shall amuse me until they arrive.” His hand made a pulling gesture and an invisible force dragged Buffy to his feet. A second wave of his hand made Angelus slide across the floor to her side.
“The leaders of your two groups shall provide us with entertainment.”
His eyes looked down upon the Succubus with a gaze that left her in no doubt how bad it would be for her to disappoint him. Nodding, she let her power reach out to take control of the two former lovers and calm the others in the room until they just watched.
Buffy felt a wave of undeniable lust for Angelus sweep over her. Just the sight of his handsome face had her tingling in juicy anticipation. She knew it was wrong and fought it with all her strength, but it was impossible to ignore or resist.
He felt a fire in his loins that had not been there for a long time. When he looked at his lost love, he saw that she was the most beautiful and desirable woman he could imagine.
Hungrily, they threw their arms around each other and they kissed like they had done when they had still been together. Her lips parted for him and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She was sweet to the taste and it made him growl with desire for more.
She felt his strong, muscular arms enfold her as he crushed her small frame against his chest. It was delirious bliss to surrender to his needful demands. As he kissed her with growing lust, he had to force himself to release her and sit back. She was sat before him and used her hands as braces against the floor behind her to support her upper body. A lovely smile spread across her face as her eyes roved up and down him. He clasped his hands onto the bottom of his black shirt and drew it up over his head to cast it aside.
The well-defined muscles of his chest looked sculpted from granite as his pecs flexed when his arms rested back on his knees. The hole in his shoulder where Cordelia’s quarrel had struck him was almost healed over.
“Your turn,” he challenged.
Almost with a hesitancy, she used one hand to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. His eyes followed the spreading gap between the two halves of silk as more fasteners slipped free and her smooth skin appeared with tantalising slowness.
Her firm breasts helped spread the tight garment apart when the restraint of the buttons was released. A hint of red lace teased him as he could just see the middle of her bra. When his eyes flicked back to hers, she had her gaze firmly fixed upon his face to see his reaction. The smile that passed between them was reminiscent of the days when they had been so completely in love.
When the last of the buttons was free, she sat up and slipped it from her shoulders. Now he could clearly see her smooth skin, pert breasts and uncharacteristic underwear. The full mounds of her breasts were enclosed in a scarlet bra that was very sexy. Its gauze-like cups were decorated with delicate lace that revealed tantalising glimpses of the sensuous flesh beneath. He could see parts of her areolas peeking from gaps in the swirls, and the pyramid thrust above her stiff nipples.
“Like what you see?” she whispered, seductively.
“Sure. Show me more.”
Obediently, and with a pleased smile, she lifted a hand to the central clasp. With a dextrous twist of her fingers, she released the little hook and the two cups sprang apart. When she shrugged the bra off her shoulders, it slipped down her arms to join her discarded blouse.
Angelus felt his cock swell at the sight of her young breasts. They made him long to touch them, suck them, nibble at them. He just wanted to flutter his tongue over her stiff buds and make her squirm.
“Lovely, to be sure,” he whispered, a strong hint of his Irish accent thickening his voice.
Like a predator, he leant forward until he was on his hands and knees, and then stalked toward her. She let out a little gasp of delight as he kept crawling forward until she had to lean back as he loomed over her. This made the tips of her breasts rise toward him, and with a hungry glint in his eye, he dropped his lips to suckle at a nipple.
“Aaahh,” she gasped, almost inaudibly.
His mouth worked with a skill and expertise on her stiff flesh as his tongue made it thrum with delight. Wet sucking noises slipped from him as he nursed and teased. After a few moments of this delightful treatment, he raised his eyes to hers while drawing the tender bud deeper into his mouth.
“Oh, Angel,” she moaned, dreamily.
While the vampire made love to her nipple with his mouth, she shifted beneath him. Sliding her legs from under her, she slipped them between his arms to stretch down his body. This enabled her to scoot toward him slightly until her breast dropped from his lips. He raised his head to find his mouth brushing hers as she eagerly sought his tongue.
The kiss was deep and done with a passion that spoke volumes about their lust. Ravenously, their faces twisted against each other as their jaws worked and their lips danced a tango of desire.
He felt a tug at his waist as her hand began to work his belt loose. Quickly, she unbuckled it and popped open the buttons on his black jeans. Her warm fingers slipped inside to curl around his growing cock. He noted that she pulled it free with none of the girlish nervousness she had done on the night they first made love.
Tightening the ring of her forefinger and thumb, she slid her hand on his shaft back and forth with a demanding rhythm. Her motion grew quicker and quicker as he thickened and hardened from her touch.
“Mmmm,” he murmured into her mouth.
“Easy boy,” she teased. “Don’t get too carried away. I have plans for that thing.”
“So do I, Buff. So do I.”
Her hand released his now throbbing member as she hooked her fingers into the sides of his jeans to jerk them down his hips. Grinning, he got to his feet and stepped out of the trousers. He then stood naked before her as she drank in his magnificent body. He was as toned and muscular as an athlete; his pale skin flawless. She let her gaze linger on his cock as it stood in honour of her beauty.
“Ho, hum!” he muttered, stifling a yawn, and ejecting the videotape. He slipped in the surveillance tape for the main storeroom, and wound it forward for awhile, before pressing the play button. “This one’s a real waste of time!” he thought. “Nothing ever happens in the storeroom!”
The monitor lit up, and he sat forward, as two familiar female figures appeared on the screen. He lent forward, and turned up the volume.
“What about you, young lady?” exclaimed the familiar image of Barbara Gordon. “I could hardly believe my eyes, when I realized it was you doing that sexy striptease act! What on Earth possessed you to do it, Jenny? You’ve got a bright future, right here in the library, you don’t need to descend to that sort of thing!”
“I needed the money!” replied the slightly shorter figure of Jenny Goodbody.
Tom dragged his chair closer. “Now, THIS looks interesting!” he chortled to himself.
“It’s my younger brother!” Jenny explained. “He’s a paraplegic and requires constant looking after! It’s been pretty hard, since Mom and Dad died in the plane crash, and this way, I can keep him in a home, where they can look after him properly!”
“I’m sorry about your folks!” Barbara murmured, looking sympathetic. “Are there no other relatives who could look after your brother?”
The younger girl shook her head, miserably, and then seemed to cheer up a bit. “Anyway, what did you think of my act?” Jenny asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Very good! To be perfectly honest, I’m not really in a position to judge, but going on how you had all the guy’s tongues hanging out, I should say you’re a natural!”
Jenny beamed. “Yeah, I think I’m a natural too! How about this! Da, da, da, da-da, da, da! Da, da, da, da-da, da, da…” As she mimicked the famous striptease music, bumping and grinding her hips, the blonde slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped it from her arms, before whirling it around her head, and tossing it off camera. She wasn’t wearing a bra!
“Wow! Go baby!” Tom cried, hardly believing his eyes, as the image of Jenny unzipped her skirt, and wriggled out of it, still thrusting her hips back and forth to the vocal accompaniment. He felt his cock growing hard and uncomfortable, and, unzipping the fly of his pants, pulled it out into the open.
“What are you doing Jennifer! Please stop!” Barbara cried. Jenny was now wearing just a pair of tiny lace panties that clung to her shapely ass like a coat of clear varnish.
Tom was sure he could see her shaven cunt through the sheer material. He whooped again, his fist moving back and forth along his erect penis, as he whacked himself off.
The blonde image on the screen covered her breasts. “Oh, I sorry Barbara,” she exclaimed, “I got completely carried away! Please forgive me!”
“Please get dressed at once! If someone should come in and catch…?”
“Yes, we both have something to hide!” murmured Jenny, stepping closer. “If word of our disreputable activities ever got out, we would both lose our jobs! I won’t tell, if you won’t?” She raised her arms and wrapped them around Barbara’s neck, pulling the taller girl’s mouth down onto her own.
“Jenny, please…. mmmph!” Barbara’s protest was cut short, as Jenny’s mouth enveloped her own. She raised her hands to ward off the clinging girl, but her palms cupped her naked breasts. “Mmmgh, please Jenny, nooo…” she gasped, managing to pull her mouth away, momentarily, before her mouth was pulled hard against the girls, once again.
“Mmmmph!”
Barbara started to respond, thrusting her tongue into Jenny’s mouth, while her hands caressed the girl’s breasts, and she squeezed her nipples. Jenny was hard up against her now, as the blonde fumbled with the buttons of Barbara’s blouse.
Panting, Barbara allowed the girl to strip the blouse from her arms, and unclip her bra. Jenny fastened her mouth over the nipple of Barbara’s left breast, and Barbara shuddered, closing her eyes. Jenny sucked on the tit, while her fingers squeezed and stretched the other nipple, bringing forth a gasp of pleasure from the assistant librarian.
“I’ve wanted you, from the moment I first saw you!” the image of Jenny panted, taking Barbara’s hand and forcing it into the top of her panties. “Please make love to me, Barbara!”
They kissed again, as Barbara’s hand moved inside Jenny’s panties. The blonde gasped with pleasure, wiggling her hips, encouragingly. “More!” she pleaded, dragging her lips away, momentarily. Barbara obliged.
“Aaaagh, oooh, yesss!” Jenny cried, as she arched her spine and threw back her head. “Yesss, yesss, yesss!”
The sight of Jenny cumming was too much for Tom! With a loud groan, he climaxed, splattering the screen, with large gobs of his creamy spunk!
Tuesday, 9:15 pm
“The Blue Barracuda!” Barbara told the white-haired cab driver, as she settled into the back of the taxicab.
The driver grunted his acknowledgement, eyeing her up, as he looked over his shoulder. Her black frock was cut so damn low, that, as she’d bent forward to climb into the rear, her tits had almost tumbled out of the top! “These little sluts nowadays,” he growled to himself, catching a glimpse of her panties, as she squirmed her shapely ass into a more comfortable position, “they’re asking for everything they get!”
“Well,” she said, belligerently, “when you’ve finished looking up my skirt, can we get the hell outta here?”
He blushed, and abruptly turned away, gunning the engine and screeching away from the curb. “Filthy-mouthed little whore!” he muttered, angrily. “If she was my kid, I’d take her over my knee and give her a good paddling! That’s the trouble with youngsters nowadays, no discipline!”
Tuesday, 9:35 pm
Barbara had the cabby drop her off a hundred yards down the block from the Blue Barracuda. She didn’t want to arouse any undue attention. She sauntered along the sidewalk, her five-inch stiletto heels click-clacking against the paving slabs, ignoring the amused stares of a couple of youths wearing jeans and T-shirts. She reached the glass-fronted entrance, and pushing open the door, entered the dimly lit foyer.
The same big, muscular beefcake in the penguin suit who’d confronted her the previous evening, moved to block her path again. “Well, well, if it ain’t Red!” he exclaimed, with a sneer. “What happened to you last night, sister?”
Barbara stared at him coolly, hands on hips. “I got side-tracked, stud!” she murmured. “It was just your bad luck!”
“No, it was your bad luck, bitch!” he growled, grabbing her elbow, spinning her about, and preparing to eject her from the club.
“Just tell Miss Lucy, that Barbara St. Claire has arrived for her appointment!” Barbara gasped, struggling to break free from his iron grip. One shoulder strap slipped down, and a large, dark areola peeked out of the top of her dress.
He stopped, and reluctantly released her. “You’ve got an appointment with the boss, lady?” he growled, frowning.
She nodded, pulling her strap up and brushed his cheek, with the palm of her raised hand. “Yeah, and you know how Lucy hates to be kept waiting, sweetie!”
He paled, at this. “Okay, babe, better go on through, but if you’re screwing with me…?” He left the threat unfinished.
She smiled and leant forward and brushed her lips against his. “Thanks, honey! Maybe we can still get together, sometime?” She walked off toward the double-doors, swaying her cute little ass for his benefit.
She pushed open the doors, and was greeted by a blast of smoke and noise from the dimly lit interior. As she walked in, a young brunette was swaying to the thumping beat of the music, on the small, brightly illuminated stage, slowly stripping off her gear, as she did so! About half the small, round tables had clients sitting about them, and one or two scantily clad hostesses, moved from table to table serving watered-down drinks. Barbara felt a strong sense of Deja Vu, as she swayed her way over to the bar, and perched her shapely ass on one of the high bar stools.
She smiled at the blond-haired bartender, and when she had his full attention, slowly crossed her long, lithe legs, allowing the hem of her dress to ride up her raised thigh.
He walked over to her, smiling, knowing she’d just put on a show, just for him. “Remembered your panties tonight, I see!” he whispered, with a boyish grin.
Barbara made a show of pulling her hem down an inch or two, before replying. “Don’t get personal, David! My usual please!” she murmured, huskily.
“Let me see, that would be vodka on the rocks, right?”
“Right!” she murmured, returning his grin, deliberately leaning forward, so he got a good view down her cleavage.
He nodded, added ice to a tall glass, and then poured in a generous measure of the fiery white spirit. Barbara took some cash from her purse, ready to pay him, but a hand closed over hers. “First drink’s always on the house!” Lucy said, with a welcoming smile.
Barbara spun around to greet her host, uncrossing her long legs, as she did so. “Hello Lucy!” she said, with a broad smile, showing her perfect dental work. “Nice to see you again!”
Lucy casually dropped her hand onto Barbara’s right thigh, and slowly began to stroke it, gradually moving higher. “Last night, you lit outta here kinda sudden-like!” she murmured, with a frown. “I thought I might have done something to upset ya, honeybunch?”
Her fingers slid under the hem of Barbara’s skirt, and Barbara gave a small gasp, as she felt the fingertips brush against the damp crotch of her panties.
A disappointed expression crossed the older woman’s face, as she realized that Barbara was wearing panties. “You never even left a number, where I could contact you?” she chided.
Barbara felt a tremor run through her, as Lucy’s fingers slipped under the elasticated edge of her panties, and ran through her dense jungle of pubic hair. She half-turned and picked up the drink that had just been placed at her elbow. “Th-Thanks Dave!” she called, as she twisted back to face Lucy. Lucy’s stiff fingers were now rubbing against the entrance to her sex.
“My, but you’re a hot little slut!” Lucy murmured, with a low chuckle, casually slipping three fingers into Barbara’s vagina, and running her thumb over her burgeoning clitoris!
“Aaahhh! What about the meet?” Barbara gasped, writhing her ass, and trying to stifle a moan of pleasure.
“Oh, the meeting is all arranged,” murmured Lucy, with a smile, playing the aroused girl, like a fish on a hook!
“Aaahh! Good!” Barbara gasped, grasping Lucy’s wrist, and pulling her hand out of her panties. “Much more of that, and I would have cum right here on the bar stool,” she added, red-faced. She paused to take a healthy slug of her vodka and calm herself down.
“When?” she enquired, trying not to sound over anxious.
Lucy smiled. “Saturday night, at his place!”
“His place?” Barbara enquired, her ears perking up.
“Better if you don’t know that yet, honey! He will meet you on the corner of Belfry Street and Vine, at 10:00 p.m. I hope you ain’t fuckin’ him about, babe, ’cause Bigun ain’t a guy to cross!” Lucy added, with a deep frown.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna make him a very wealthy man!” Barbara promised, staring unblinking into the older woman’s suspicious eyes.
Lucy suddenly relaxed and smiled. “Okay honey, it ain’t me you’ve got to convince!” She turned to the counter. “Gimme my usual, Dave!” she called, to the barkeeper, who had diplomatically moved away to the far end of the bar, during their tête-à-tête. He nodded, and hurried over and prepared her drink, before placing it in front of her.
She took a sip, and turned back to Barbara. “How ’bout me and you slipping upstairs for a little fun, honey?” she murmured, stroking Barbara’s smooth right thigh.
“I… er… I thought we might catch some of the show, together?” Barbara replied. “I kinda liked that blonde we saw perform, last night! I wouldn’t mind getting into her g-string!”
Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Lolita? Yeah, she’s a sexy little thing, ain’t she?” She glanced at her wristwatch. “She’s due on in about ten minutes, right after Suzy finishes up! Sure, why not? You can tell me all about yourself, in the meantime? Later on, you could maybe go backstage, to get better acquainted with the girl, if ya know what I mean?” She winked at Barbara, and then burst into laughter.
Barbara took another gulp of her drink, the fiery alcohol helping to burn away her sudden attack of nerves.
The two women made their way over to Lucy’s personal table, alongside the stage, as Lucy nodded to one or two of her regular customers, then sat down. One of the hostesses brought them another couple of drinks, even though Barbara’s glass was still half-full.
“Tell me about yourself, honey?” Lucy asked, as Suzy slipped out of her G-string, and tossed it to the crowd, with a final dramatic flourish.
There was a smattering of applause. “Nice tush,” murmured Lucy, momentarily distracted, “but she’s a hard-faced bitch! Been at the game too long! It does that to some of them!” She took a sip of her gin and tonic. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes! You were just about to tell me all about yourself?”
Barbara took a healthy swig of her drink, and shrugged her bare shoulders, pulling up a fallen shoulder strap, as her tit threatened to fall out. “Let’s just say I’m a little rich girl, who’s fallen on hard times!” she muttered, before taking another gulp.
“That much is pretty obvious!”
“Well, I don’t intend to remain poor much longer!” Barbara snapped, appearing to display a flash of petulance. “Using Bigun, and my own brand of special talents…” She allowed her left shoulder strap to slip off again, but this time she didn’t try to prevent her boob from falling out.
Lucy stared at the shapely breast, then reached out and flicked the nipple into instant erection. “You certainly have a body that most men would die for, honey,” Lucy murmured, and then looked up. “But don’t think you can control Bigun with your sexuality! He’d just as soon snap your pretty little neck, like a rotten twig!”
Barbara shuddered, as if a cold draft had just passed along her spine.
The music struck up, and Barbara turned back to the stage, grateful for the interruption, to see Jenny slip out from behind the hanging drapes.
Like the previous evening, she was wearing a long, flowing, sleeveless gown, and matching gloves, but tonight her dress was a brilliant crimson, with a slit up one side, that reached right up to her waist.
She watched the girl’s body swaying, sinuously, to the music, as she tossed her head about and slowly stripped off her gloves, and then slowly, tantalizingly, removed her dress, covering herself to the very last moment, before letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing a sheer, black, lace bustier, with red ribbon ties up the front, and high cut, lacy black panties, that accentuated her long legs. As she continued to bump and grind to the beat, she gradually unfastened the ties, until finally yanking the two halves of her bustier apart, to reveal her lovely, young breasts.
She slipped the garment from her shoulders, and danced her way over to the edge of the stage, slowly sinking to her haunches in front of their table, with her thighs spread lewdly, as the pounding music came to a sudden end.
Jennifer wiggled her hips, and looked at Barbara, expectantly. There was a hushed expectancy from the audience.
“Go on, she wants you to unfasten it for her!” Lucy urged, giving Barbara a nudge.
Barbara realized, for the first time, that the lacy panties had an open crotch, precariously held together by a narrow, red ribbon, tied in a bow! She reached out, hesitantly, and gave a small tug on the end of the ribbon. The bow unraveled, and the open crotch sprang apart, revealing her naked glistening sex. The girl slowly ran an index finger along its full length, from bottom to top, then offered it out to Barbara.
She hesitated, and then took the finger between her lips, sucking it clean, to a spontaneous burst of applause from the enthralled audience.
The girl slowly swayed back to her feet, then sexily wriggled her way out of her panties, before tossing them into the audience and standing with her legs spread, and arms high in the air.
The audience roared their approval, clapping and whistling, as the girl did a little bow, then turned and skipped off the stage, picking up her discarded clothing, as she did so.
“That bitch gets better every time!” Lucy enthused. “That routine really got the crowd going!” She looked at Barbara, with an amused glint in her eye! “She’s obviously taken a fancy to you honey! Are you sure you two don’t already know each other?”
Barbara blushed, and shook her head, vigorously. “No, of course not!”
“Why don’t you pop back-stage to the dressing room, and congratulate her on her performance, then? Oh, and room 10 is free, upstairs!” Lucy added, with a knowing glance. She nodded toward a side door, partially hidden in the shadows.
“Thanks!” Barbara said, with a grateful smile. “I owe you one!”
“I won’t forget!” replied Lucy, with a broad grin.
Tuesday, 10:45 pm
Barbara entered the crowded dressing room, and walked over to Jennifer, who was sitting in an armchair, wearing an old robe to cover her nakedness, and puffing, nervously, on a king-size cigarette.
“I didn’t know you smoked?” Barbara murmured, eyeing the other three girl’s, in various states of undress, who were chattering, animatedly, amongst themselves, while totally ignoring her.
“I don’t usually, only when I’m nervous, and believe me, Barbara, I’m fuckin’ nervous!” Jenny whispered, looking worried. “How did everything go out there?”
“Fine, the meeting’s been set up for next Saturday night!” Barbara replied, leaning forward, so that they wouldn’t be overheard. “Look, we can’t talk here! I’ve been told there’s a room free, upstairs that we can use!”
Jenny nodded, stubbing out her cigarette in an ashtray. “Fine,” she murmured. “I’m not due on stage again, for another hour!”
“I don’t know how you manage to do this, as well as your normal day job?” Barbara exclaimed, as they left the dressing room. “You must get totally exhausted?”
“It’s only four shows a night, and I only work three nights a week,” Jenny explained, as they mounted the narrow staircase, “so it isn’t too bad!”
Barbara quickly located room 10, and tried the doorknob. It wasn’t locked. They both entered, and Barbara closed the door behind them, dropping the catch, so that they wouldn’t be accidentally disturbed.
The small bedroom was almost entirely filled by a brass, four-poster bed, with black, silk covers. A small dresser and a chair were the only other significant items of furniture.
“Well, it’s pretty obvious what this room’s used for!” Jenny said, with a grin, plumping her shapely ass down on the bed, and patting the sheet alongside her. “Sit here beside me!”
Barbara grinned and sat down beside her, subconsciously pulling down her short skirt as she did so.
“So, what happened then?” Jenny asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.
“Well, Lucy groped me at the bar,” Barbara began, with a twinkle in her eye.
“Not that! What happened about the meeting she was supposed to arrange?” Jenny interrupted, impatiently.
“I told you, the meeting has been set up for next Saturday night! I’m to meet Bigun on the corner of Belfry Street and Vine, at ten o’clock in the evening!”
“Isn’t that highly dangerous?” exclaimed Jenny, clutching her hand, a worried expression on her pretty face.
Barbara smiled, and patted the girl’s hand. “It’s all right honey, Batgirl will be there! As soon as Bigun shows, she will reveal herself, and take him into custody, so there’s no possible risk to myself!”
“Are you sure she will be there?” asked the worried blonde. “I couldn’t stand it if something happened to you now, Barbara, not after what we did together!” She lovingly removed a stray lock of hair from Barbara’s face.
face.
“I can guarantee that she will be there,” Barbara promised, as their eyes met, and she smiled. “This time, the evil bastard is going to be put away for good!” She pulled off her high-heeled shoes and rubbed her stocking feet. “These stilettos are killing me!” she complained. “I don’t know how people can wear them all the time?”
“Here, lie back and let me massage them for you,” Jenny murmured, looking at her from beneath hooded eyes. “I’m very good at it! Swing your feet up onto the bed!”
Barbara nodded and complied, closing her eyes as Jenny slowly massaged the aches and pains from her feet and ankles. She was aware of Jenny’s hands kneading her calf muscles, and the backs of her knees, as she slowly moved up her pantyhose, but it felt oh so good. She was working on Barbara’s thighs now, and Barbara didn’t even stir, as she felt the girl sliding her dress up about her waist. She eased her bottom up of the bed, slightly, as she felt the insistent tug on her panties, and allowed them to be pulled down past her knees, and finally off her feet. The cool air against her naked crotch felt really good!
“You’re so tense,” Jenny murmured, her thumbs kneading the soft insides of Barbara’s thighs, just below her sex. “Sooo tense!”
Barbara parted her thighs and raised her knees, under the insistent pressure of Jennifer’s fingers, feeling her breasts tightening and her nipples hardening beneath the thin material of her dress. She reached up and slipped her boobs out of the low-cut top, her fingers playing with their hard, erect crests, as she felt the brush of Jenny’s fingers through her thick beaver.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she sighed, as she felt the girl climb onto the bed, between her raised thighs, and her warm lips, brush against her puffy labia, her nose nuzzling against her hairy mons. “Real nice!”
Jenny began to lick along the full length of Barbara’s vagina, her fingers gently spreading apart the darkened outer labia, as the older girl squirmed her hips with pleasure, softly moaning. She enveloped the small, swollen mound of Barbara’s clit, sucking it into her mouth, through tightly pursed lips.
“Aaauugh!” Barbara gasped, her mons jerking upward, as Jenny grazed the sensitive flesh with her teeth, before again sucking her clit deep into the hot cavern of her mouth. She reached down, her hands pulling the girl’s face tight against her heaving sex. “You’re soooo good for me, Jennifer!” she cried, arching her back, as the girl’s tongue entered her. “Yes, oh yessss!”
Suddenly, the girl’s head pulled away, and Barbara opened her eyes, her face filled with surprise and disappointment. “What are you doing?” she scolded, in a hurt tone.
“Let’s see what’s in the drawer of this bedside cabinet, eh?” Jenny said, her big blue eyes glittering. “We might find something useful?”
She leaned over and pulled out the drawer, rummaging through its contents. “Wow, look at this!” she exclaimed, sitting back on her haunches, and holding her prize aloft. “No wonder you chose this room, you naughty thing!”
Barbara peered up at her through lowered eyelashes, realizing, for the first time that Jenny had removed her housecoat, and was squatting over her, totally naked. She blinked and focused on the object in Jenny’s hand. It was a large Latex strap-on dildo, complete with leather straps and metal buckles.
“I’ve never tried one of these before!” Jenny announced excitedly, slipping the dildo into place over her sex, and struggling to buckle the various straps around her waist and thighs. Finally, she had the nine-inch dildo snugly strapped into place. It was very realistic, complete with huge, mushroom-shaped head and hanging ball-sack. “Wow, now I know what it’s like to be a guy!” she exclaimed, delightedly, running a clenched fist up and down the impressive erection, suggestively.
She gazed down at Barbara’s gaping sex, with a mischievous look in her eye.
“Jenny, no, please!” Barbara giggled, as she tried to close her thighs, but the girl was too fast for her, prying them apart with her elbows.
“Now me buxom wench,” growled Jenny, shuffling forward on her knees, holding the huge dildo in her left hand, “I’m gonna show you what a real man feels like!” She positioned the end of the cock against the glistening entrance to Barbara’s sex.
“No, Jenny, please, no!” Barbara cried, half-laughing, while squirming her hips, half-heartedly, but making no real move to pull away.
“I’m gonna show you what a real fucking is like!” growled, Jenny, grinning broadly. Then, with a single thrust of her hips, she sank the pseudo cock all the way into Barbara’s pussy.
“Aaaaauuuggghhh! Barbara cried out, gasping with the shock and pain, as her comparatively dry sex was filled to overflowing. “My God, Jenny!” she complained. “You could have at least covered it with saliva before ramming the thing into me?”
“Sorry, lover,” Jenny chuckled with a wide grin, “I got so carried away, I forgot all about the niceties! Anyway, knowing you, you will have soon soaked the sheets with your cum, you wanton slut!” She began to thrust in and out of Barbara’s cunt, slowly and gently at first, but gradually quickening, as the girl beneath her became wetter and wetter.
She paused and leant forward on her hands, until their lips met in a long, lingering French kiss, then she pulled away slightly and started to pump her hips once more.
Barbara reached up and grasped one of Jenny’s ripe, hanging fruit, raising her head so that her mouth could envelope the hard, erect nipple, while the fingers of her other hand played with it’s sister.
Now it was Jenny’s turn to groan, as she felt the hot mouth surround her small mound of erectile tissue, and sharp teeth nip down on it. She arched her back and moaned, remembering to maintain the tempo of her hips, as Barbara tweaked and stretched her other nipple.
Barbara switched breasts, but, almost immediately, she pulled away, arching her back upward and closing her eyes, as she felt her orgasm rushing over her, like a tidal wave. “Oh, GOD, yessss!” she gasped.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Her hips bucked wildly, almost throwing Jenny off the bed, as Barbara toppled over the edge, into ecstasy.
Afterwards, they lay entwined, side by side, the dildo still embedded in the redhead, gently kissing and caressing, whispering words of love and devotion. Barbara had never felt like this about anyone before? She was having problems coming fully to terms with her new feelings!
She eased herself off the stiff, rubber cock, and slid down to lick her cum from the thick shaft, delighting in its tangy flavor. “Mmm, nice!” she murmured. “I never knew girl-cum could taste so delicious?”
“My, my, you have led a sheltered life!” Jenny murmured, in a surprised voice, gently stroking Barbara’s glossy, red hair, before squirming down and licking at the juices still oozing from Barbara’s lust-darkened pussy.
In the ceiling, directly over the bed, was a small, black hole. They were both too engrossed in each other, to see the small flash of reflected light, as the lens of the video camera automatically refocused.
“How can I ever thank you, Batgirl!” she sobbed, as the reaction started to set in. “T-They just grabbed me right off the street, and dragged me into this alley!”
Batgirl stepped forward, and the woman threw her arms around Batgirl’s neck, her shoulders shaking, as she sobbed against the Girl Wonder’s breast. Batgirl’s hands came to rest on the woman’s naked buttocks, and she felt herself starting to grow hot and lustful. She shook her head and eased herself free of the girl’s clutches. “You’d better get your clothes on, dear, or I may not be able to control myself much longer!” she murmured, with an unconvincing grin.
The woman nodded, and stepped back, blushing, then began peering around for her discarded clothing. When she turned back again, her savior was gone!
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