Hell on Earth

The other vampires joined their companions. Their fangs sank into her skin, their claws ran through Buffy's body, and two penises impaled her vagina and anus. Her body was a hell that denied her eternal rest. The vampires made sure to leave her on the brink of ****, even caring for her when the need arose. They obeyed Cordelia, leaving her in this moment of pure hell on earth, but also of pleasure, because since Spike, Buffy had learned to love both in a mad way.

The vampires took turns mercilessly, with a diabolical imagination, the new **** arrived. One of them, with yellow eyes and lips curled into a cruel grin, grabbed a long silver needle and slowly slid it along Buffy's stomach, tracing red lines on her already scarred skin. She flinched, each touch of the cold metal burning like an ember.

The needle penetrated her labia. The vampire-contaminated blood reacted to the silver as if it were acid. Buffy begged without a single escape route.

• Do you realize what we feel like now? he said.

He took out a dozen more needles.

• Please, please, kill me. She was kicking like hell. Some vampires fell, but she couldn't escape.

Slowly, he plunged the needle into her left breast.

• Oh no, it's so delicious to see the slayer beg us. The mistress wants to see you suffer, not die.

Buffy arched her back violently, a hoarse scream tearing at her throat. The pain was surgically precise, as if every millimeter of burning metal was piercing not only her flesh, but also her soul. The yellow-eyed vampire smiled as she watched her pupils dilate in terror, her ragged breaths fogging the cold air of the room.

Each needle penetrated like a nameless horror, the fangs continuing to inject pain into her body, causing it. As two vampires brutally impaled her sex and ass with their mandrels, Buffy was in a turmoil where her senses and urges were awakened in a hellish yet pleasurable maelstrom.

Buffy's body arched again as another needle slid between her ribs, the silver piercing her muscles like a branding iron. The vampire twisted her slowly, savoring the way her breathing quickened; each gasp was a symphony of agony. Blood spurted around the puncture, a vampire gleefully collecting every drop.

One of the two **** vampires pushed deeper into her, his grip bruising her hips as he growled, "Can you feel that, Slayer?"

Buffy felt it all: pleasure, pain; it was too much. Her body exploded in an orgasm from both sensations. She bucked, arching her back, knocking the vampires off their feet, before falling ****.

Cordelia smiled.

• It's not over, my dear, you'll pay for this humiliation.

She signaled. The vampires reluctantly withdrew, as Willow arrived and bent down to magically heal Buffy.