The Next Game

Buffy had been **** to sit strapped down for some time watching as Cordellia tormented her friends and sister. Each time she felt that such of adrenaline building in her that normally proceeded an attacking move on some demon she found herself thinking about some form of sexual scenario.

In her mind she had begged Cordellia to dominate her getting freed from the chair and bent over as she had been spanked over and over again. She had dropped to her knees and licked Cordellia’s boots knelt between her legs and dutifully eaten out her pussy and many more dirty thought.

In the end she found herself sitting in a pull of her own juices having cum several times at the thought of sexually service Cordellia. It was only after the intensity of the orgasms had nearly made her pass out that she had been freed from her restraints and given the choice of licking her juices off the seat or watching all night as her friends were tormented.

Naturally Buffy chose the former and desperately tried to keep her mind focused as she knelt licking up all the cum, the demonic audience laughing at her as she did.

When she was finally returned to her room she was relived to find Faith was asleep already which was just as well since she probably end up thinking about servicing her as well if she was pushed to far.

Collapsing on the sofa she started thinking of ways in which she might be able to escape but the reality was she didn’t think it would be possible from the inside. As that thought haunted her she curled up and began to cry in defeat.

The next morning Buffy was woken up by a rather bubbly and cheery Faith.

“Why are you so happy.” Buffy snapped.

“Don’t know?” Faith said putting on some lip gloss.

Buffy shock her head having forgotten she’d turned Faith into an airhead.

Getting up herself she headed towards the shower. Stripping off she looked at her body running her hands over her obviously fake breasts. Again she wanted to cry but wasn’t going to give into that now that Faith was in a position to see.

Showering and drying herself off Buffy got dressed, now having to settle on the clothes in the wardrobe here or go about naked. She settled on a pair of daisy dukes and a tiny white T-shirt, which only just managed to stretch over her huge fake breasts and no more. Of all the tops it seemed like the lesser of all evils since it didn’t actually show off any of her horrible tits although it did read “All Boobs, No Brains” on it. All the T-Shirts had similar demeaning quotes on them so Buffy saw no point in trying to find one that was appropriate.

Buffy sat silently as Candy brought them in their laughable breakfast and went about her morning flirt with Faith then the guards came and guided them to the stage where the others were waiting.

“Alright sluts,” said the Hosts shimmering onto the stage, “As some of you know Cordellia has had a change of heart and left the games so we’ve brought in a replacement, it Wolfram & Harts Ice Maiden herself and the evil mastermind behind you being here.” He paused, “Oooooh that’s gonna make things more interesting, Lilah Morgan.”

Cordellia then appeared from behind a curtain dragging Lilah by her hair and shoving her in line with the other girls who were clearly very pissed except Joyce.

“Ok sluts today things get more interesting, the games start getting physical,” He snapped his fingers and Cordellia strutted on the stage holding a tray with eight large dildos, “Today we test your endurance. As sluts you don’t have the right to cum unless told to so if you cum you loose plain and simple the slut who goes the longest without cumming gets to pick a change for each of her fellow sluts, so pick your dildo.”