Slut Dimension

Buffy woke up with a sharp pain in the back of her neck. Her eyes snapped open and she saw the last thing she expected. She was on a stage in what looked like a TV show. There were several cameras around and bright lights hung on the ceiling. Squinting, Buffy looked through the intense lighting; she could see an audience full of demons, roaring with applause.

After recovering her strength, she tried to get up but found for whatever reason, she couldn’t’ move her body. However, she could rotate her neck slightly. She found that on stage with her were Joyce, Dawn, Willow, Tara and Anya. She also was surprised to find that Cordelia, who the last she knew was supposed to be in LA with Angle, and Faith, who was supposed to be in prison.

Just like that, each woman snapped to life. Buffy was relieved to see that each woman in which she had spent so much time with through the years weren’t harmed and seemed disoriented at the worse. The only thing she noticed was that each woman had an identical silver choker around her neck.

All eight women turned when they heard clapping from the shadows. A thin man came out dressed in a tuxedo. He had slightly graying hair and looked very dignified. He turned to one of the cameras.

“Welcome to the newest reality TV craze! How many of you out there have had plots to rule the world, destroy the world, or have ever had a sweet tooth for a human? Now, how many of you had your plans foiled by Buffy and her friends here?” The man said with a wide grin. The audience of demons booed and hissed the women on stage. “Now, here’s your chance to get a bit of **** on these women. I and my financial backers have decided to make a network for demons by demons. Due to the success of makeover shows on regular TV, we have decided that we are going to make these strong willed, independent women into weak minded, bimbo sluts that will be available for sale after the show is over.” This caused all the women on the stage’s eyes to go wide and they tried to struggle against their invisible bonds. “My dears, how rude of me. You can call me simply The Host.”

The host turned to the alarmed women on stage. He walked up confidently to the female Scooby members and pulled out what looked like a palm pilot from his jacket pocket. The host played up to the crowd, who cheered. “The chokers around your necks are controlling your bodies. They control if you can speak, if you can move, and really any other bodily function. Here’s a simple example.” He pressed a bottom and Joyce shuddered in one of the most powerful orgasms of her entire life. The elder Summers collapsed with a blissful smile on her face. The looks on the other girls’ faces were far more fearful.

The camera zoomed in on Joyce, as The Host leaned in close. He spoke quietly, but loud enough so all girls could hear. “Get used to that feeling, Joyce. Soon, your daughters and their friends will feel like that forever. Soon, you'll be begging for that feeling!” The audience erupted in laughter and applause.

“Now, the rules are quite simple. You will be paired off and live in one of our luxury suites. There, you will have all of your needs be attended to. Don’t worry, ladies, this will be as easy for you as you let it. If you fight it, though, your collars will punish you with some of the most intense pain you will ever experience.” The Host declared. “Through polls over the internet, tasks have been chosen for you to accomplish. After each task, you will be one step closer to being the cock-starved sluts you are meant to be. For each task, you will have an assistant slut that will monitor you, since at this point you are far too independent. Without the help of one of these bimbos, you’ll likely try to escape…not that you can escape from this world. Of course, cameras will follow you around constantly.”

“Any questions, ladies?” The Host asked. The women, except Joyce, stared daggers at the Host. The Host straighted his bow tie, and turned to the cameras again. “Now, the rooming arrangements will be chosen at random"