return to sunnydale

Glory sat surrounded by her loyal minions in a mansion that was on the borders of Sunnydale. She had acquired the mansion from an old recluse, whom she had brain-sucked. This reduced him to a sniveling, brain-dead crazy old man to anyone outside of Glory and her subjects. It didn’t take her any time to set up the house the way she liked, and now would use it as a home base to get her **** on Buffy and her friends.

“Ugh,” Glory said, as she slammed her spiked heel clad foot down on one her minions that was doubling as a footrest. “I need the perfect plan to take down that slayer slut! I can’t just kill her. I need to take her down slowly. Destroy everything she stands for.”

“May I offer something, my goddess,” One of the bolder minions offered. He stepped forward and bowed. “What if we make her like you.”

“Pox, have you finally lost it?” Glory laughed, and rolled her eyes. Seeing that he was serious, she leaned forward. “Fine, explain.”

“Well, forgive me for being so bold, but what if we make her like you.” Pox explained. He knew that if Glory didn’t like her plan, it would probably end in his ****. “Again, forgive my boldness, but what if we made her vain, stuck up, and above all else, evil.”

“Vain, stuck up?” Glory yelled, and all of the minions scurried away in fear. “Pox, you have grown brave over the past year. Your idea is intriguing. Make Buffy a follower of me?”

“Yes, your worship,” Pox went on, “As she becomes more and more like you, she will alienate her friends and family. By the time that you are done changing her, then she will have nowhere else to turn. That is when you step in. and accept her as your own follower.”

Glory leaned back, and a wide smile spread over her face. “Pox, excellent plan! If it doesn’t work, I can always do something else. I would like a little company. You all are not exactly the best company to keep. I say I’ll do it! I think it’ll be frickin’ hilarious to warp the slayer away from slaying!”

“I’m glad that you like my plan, your majesty,” Pox said, bowed, and shuffled back into the rest of Glory’s minions.

“Yes, perfect!” Glory laughed, “She’ll grow so vain that slaying won’t mean anything to her. Her appearance will grow more and more slutty, that her friends won’t even know her anymore. As her skirts grow higher and higher, her level of bitchiness will also grow! Who knows, maybe the rest of her friends will be my loyal servants too!”

Glory rubbed her hands together, and an evil look came over her eyes. “Now, where to start?”

Pox trembled as he held the bowl before his goddess. It had taken them three days to gather the items needed for his plan to corrupt the Slayer and bind the girl to his goddess.

In the bowl was some of the Slayer's own blood, stolen from the hospital by Pox after he had managed a way for the Slayer to need to use the hospital. A well placed mind charm had bent the doctor's will to his own and gotten the man to take a sample of the Slayer's blood. Mixed in the bowl was some of her hair, which they had contracted out for a demon to take from the Slayer. But the most prized belonging was the soiled lacy white panties with little pink hearts in them. This had come to Pox's hand by luck!

He had been following the Slayer in hopes of stealing something she wore from her home when he came across the Slayer having sex with the blond vampire called Spike. Her panties had been flung across the room of the abandoned warehouse the pair had picked for this fuck session. As he picked up the panties, Pox had been overjoyed see the wet spot in the panties and smell the Slayer's arousal on them. A charm froze both in place so he could use them later.

The blood of the Slayer mixed with her wet spot on her panties along with the stray hairs they had taken from her. Into the bowl he had added a lock of his goddess own divine hair along with her own hellish blood. Now he watched as his goddess swatted over the bowl and masturbated her pussy. Pox's cock stood erect in his robes and he moaned in delight as sexual energy filled him and the other minions. He came as Glory came, her wet pussy spraying a long stream of her juices into the bowl. As the bowl glowed with the power of his goddess, Pox added the last item into it.

Bringing his wet hand, Pox dripped several long thick drops of his seed into the bowl.

"Poxy is that really needed?" Glory asked as she licked her wet fingers. Since her breaking away from Ben she had become more aroused than ever before. She slept with no less than three of her minions in her bed now to relieve her sexual tension.

"Yes oh Glory One!" Pox said in a dream lost voice as his goddess spoke to him. He enjoyed her bed more than any two minions put together!

Rolling her eyes Glory looked into the now glowing bowl. Her blood and the blood of the Slayer mingled with the rest of the items in it and the hell goddess came with such a **** that she sprayed more of her demonic juices onto the floor. Her nipples taut with need, Glory opened her lips and began to chant the spell.

"Bind the Slayer to my desires. Fill her mind with my lust and wants for her. Shape her soul to match my own and bring to me the woman my dark soul desires the most!" Glory said as she unleashed the spell.

A swirl of demonic yellow, crimson, black and green magic flowed out of the bowl and into the night. All over Sunnydale every mage, witch, demon and vampire felt the powerful magic filing the night. As the corrupting power of the spell moved out of the building Glory was using and towards its target it became invisible to all eyes and senses.

Ten minutes later the magic leaked into the room of Buffy Summers and floated across the floor of the nobel Slayer's room. It was a few weeks before school started back up once more and Buffy was sleeping peacefully in her bed. Her thick covers pulled up over her body and her flesh hidden under the pajamas over her body. Buffy's perky breast rose and fell as she dreamed happy dreams of her future.

Slowly the tainted magic fumes moved up the legs of her bed and under the covers. It tickled her toes and moved up her legs. Part of the magic settled over her crotch, lecking under the bright blue pajama bottoms over the lacy white panties under them and then over the lips of her pussy. As the fumes pushed between the folds of Buffy's wet sex, tickling a few of the light blonde pubic hairs more of the magic worked up her body.

Fumes went under her pajama top and up her taut belly until two strands settled over her hard nipples. The fumes twirled around the erect nipples of the Slayer and formed smokey lips that began to suck on them, causing the sleeping form of Buffy to moan in delight as she felt their vaporous lips on her nipples.

Under the sheets, Buffy's right hand moved under her top and began playing with her own boobs while her legg went between her legs. Darting under the tops of her pajama bottoms and pushing aside her panties, Buffy's hand slipped between her legs. One, then two, followed by three and then four fingers began moving in and out of her tight wet slit.

Meanwhile the last dregs of the fumes cover her face. Buffy's mouth opens with a low moan and a long thick strand of the smoke rolls into her mouth and down her throat. It takes on the shape and feel of a cock, moving in and out of Buffy's mouth as more of it flows into her lungs and fills her soul with its dark power. Other smaller fumes flow into Buffy's nose and two others into her ears. Her mind and body are filled with Glory's desires for her.

Then around her pumping fingers Buffy has one and then another and another orgasm. Her eyes snap open and glow with a changing light of crimson, green, yellow and black power as the voice of Glory whispers into her mind and soul.

Twenty minutes later Buffy is back in a deep sleep, all sign of the fumes gone from her room. The sun rises slowly and fills her room with its dawning light. Buffy's eyes open and a wide smile fills her face as she slow keeps fingering her wet pussy to another orgasm. Then she pulls her wet fingers from her slightly hair covered bush and licks them clean, giggling around her naughty fingers.

And with that a new Buffy Summers pulls back the covers, exposing the large wet stain in her pajamas and on her bed as she slips her feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers and gets out of bed. Her hands rub softly over her perky boobs, down her slim waist and to her wet crotch as she shivers to a faint image of her kneeling before Glory and proclaiming her devotion to the hell goddess.

Then with a giggle at the silliness of that idea, Buffy turns and walks out of her room. Across town laying naked in a bed full of her drained minions Glory smiles as she feels a bond pulse between her and the Slayer. Soon the seed of corruption she put in the Slayer will grow and grow, shaping the blond champion into her most prized servant!