Level up

"Man, I never thought I would willingly come back to this place." Warren stared at the burnt out shell of what was once Sunnydale High. He would rather not go in there and relive some of his worst moments in life, or risk his neck with a wall falling on him but needs must and all that. For in that burnt out shell of a school was the hellmouth. A never ending source of mystical energy just waiting for him to plunder.

"And once I have that I'll have more then just command of people, I'll be able to control all of reality." Warren gleefully began to stroll towards the chain link fence around the destroyed school.

He laughed as he imagined the godlike power he was about to have. "Then my **** can really begin."

XxX

"Ah ha!" Buffy crowed as she managed to finally find a way past whatever curse had befallen her.

It was a small victory, but victory was still victory. While her right hand was busy twisting her right nipple she reached out with her left hand and grabbed her discarded shirt. Shirt in hand she returned her left hand to her left breast and now rubbed her breast with her shirt stuck in between hand and tit. She looked at her bra laying two feet in front of her and shook her head sadly. It was one of her good bras but she was going to have to leave it behind.

"Okay." She nodded her head.

"Okay. You got this. You got this Buffy. As long as you keep playing with one tit and you make it super fast, you can take the other hand off your other boob for a second. Dont think about after..." Buffy took a deep breath, "Slayer speed dont fail me now."

It took less than a second for her to take her left hand off her boob and get at least part of her shirt on. Buffy tilted her body to the side and let the shirt shimy down her arm as her hand flew back to her boob and harshly grabbed at her nipple with slayer stength, pulling and twisting at the same time. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."

Taking her right hand off her right tit Buffy quickly had her hand through the sleeve before slapping with slayer strength her hand back on her boob and grinding her hand into her nipple. "Ow, ow, ow."

"Worth it." Buffy winced at her hands punishing her boobs for daring to take a hand away from groping her chest.

"Thank god I wore a blouse." She shuddered at the idea of trying to put a t shirt on without using your hands.

Buffy then looked down at her naked chest that was still on display as her blouse was unbuttoned and flapped open. "Okay. Buttons. You can do this, Buffy. Mind over matter. No pain, no gain. YOU. CAN. DO. THIS."