Buffy meet's her husband

shing bride. Ethan smiled evily at the prospect of marrying the heroic slayer. Not only would it make him a legend in the magic world, but would also be a huge defeat to his old friend, Giles.

Just then, Ethan heard a fit of giggling approaching him. He smiled like a predator as three wives sauntered through the halls. A blonde, brunette and redhead eyed Ethan invitingly, and smiled their airheaded grins at him. They all looked like slutty beauty queens.

"Mr. Ethan? We're here to, like, bring you to your lucky new wife," the brunette said. She eyed him invitingly and ran her soft, pink tongue over her shiny red lips. The other two said nothing, but sighed softly as their attention was drawn to his crotch. The blonde and redhead linked arms with Ethan and lead him down the long hall.

Ethan kept his predator smile as he stared at the sexy brunette strut down the hall. Her hips were swaying from side to side as her ass was encased in the tight purple mini skirt that stopped just below the curve of her ass. Ethan kept imagining Buffy after undergoing the hours or days of conditioning and countless makeovers to make her the Stepford ideal. The brunette kept rambling on about how lucky Buffy was going to be to married to such a man. Ethan ignored most of what she said, but kept his gaze on her spectacular ass.

Finally, Ethan and the trio of slutty beauties finally arrived at their destination. The brunette smiled widely, as the other two clapped their hands as the two large, wooden doors were opened and Ethan was lead inside. The room was dark, save for the candles that lined the walls. There were couches that were spaced evenly around the room and a wet bar near the back. This had to be some sort of sitting room for the men of Stepford to unwind with the rumored Stepford mistresses that he had heard about. The Stepford Mistresses were nothing more than a group of whores; women that weren't deemed fit for being wives for whatever reason.

Just as Ethan walked to the back and poured himself a glass of Scotch, he wondered when the former vampire slayer would show up.

"I'm here for you, my darling…my master," the sultry voice of the domesticated Buffi answered his question for him. Ethan turned to the direction of the sexy voice, and saw the silhouette of a voluptuous slut of a woman stood before him.

Stepping into the room, Ethan had a chance to take in all of the former slayer's delicious changes. His eyes roamed all over her surgically enhanced frame, as he imagined the sexual depravity that he would share with his new wife. Buffi sensed that he was undressing her with his eyes, and she ran a hand through her large, curly hair and posed for her lord and master so he would get a better look. The look on her vacant, smiling face was of absolute ecstasy.

Buffi couldn't contain her arousal or excitement any more, and wrapped her arms around Ethan. She smothered Ethan with soft kisses, and her long-nailed hand fell to massage his crotch. Ethan took a step back as Buffi still massaged his cock through his pants, and took in her form fitting red dress with the low cut neckline.

Buffi smiled wryly at Ethan and guided him on her tall, stilleto heeled shoes to one of the couches. Ever since Ethan had met the slayer, he had imagined fucking her, and now he was going to get his chance. Although this wasn't the slayer he had met. That slayer didn't have two huge tits that stood proudly fake from her chest, she didn't wear slutty clothes, and she certainly wasn't as submissive as this new Stepford wife was. He would have to thank Mike Wellington for his expert work.

Ethan sat down as Buffi leapt onto his lap. Her hand caressed his face, neck and chest. With her other hand, she reached over and fed Ethan grapes that had been set out on the table next to him. She never took her eyes off of Ethan's and Ethan could see the love and utter devotion in those green orbs.

Ethan chucked to himself, and decided to test his bride-to-be.

"Who do you love, Buffi?" Ethan asked, as the look in Buffi's simple face took on a look of shock.

"I am, like, totally and completely in love with you, darling!" Buffi gushed, in her silvery higher pitched voice. "I vow my unending obedience to you. I'll be, like, your devoted wife, and a whore in the bed…"

Buffi unbuttoned Ethan's shirt and began to kiss his chest with her plump, pink lips. She kept kissing as she worked her way down to his stomach, until Buffi reached his belt. A smoldering look in her heavily made up eyes, she started to unfasten his belt and zipper. Ethan's large member sprang forth, and Buffi purred in anticipation.

"Let Buffi prove her devotion to you!" Buffi squealed, as she lowered her head to Ethan's throbbing manhood.

Just as Buffi was about to devour Ethan's member, a loud, high-pitched sound like an emergency broadcast signal stopped the young Stepford wife in her tracks. Buffi fluttered her long eyelashes, and looked helpless as Ethan was jerked out of the anticipation of the pleasure the young slut was going to bring him.

"I must apologize, but we have strict rules in Stepford. No fooling around before the marriage ceremony," Mike Wellington was standing in the entranceway to the luxurious room. Mike laughed to himself, "It's bad luck to fuck the bride before the wedding. You two have had enough of each other tonight."

Joanna minced in the room, and lead a confused Buffi out. Joanna did her best to explain to Buffi about the way things were done in Stepford, but the former slayer couldn't hide her tears.

"Now that we are alone, Mr. Rayne," Mike turned, and motioned to Buffi's swaying ass, "Now I am quite sure you are happy with our end of the bargain, but we have serious need to talk about your end and the new arrivals in Stepford. I believe you know them."

Mike handed Ethan print-outs from the security camera of Giles and Willow. Ethan looked at Mike with an evil look in his eyes.