Buffy: Hell's

Buffy’s eyes slowly opened. She was heavily disoriented, but quickly regained her bearings. She was kneeling at the center of a vast throne room and was naked. She was shivering, not from cold, but because she had spent the last three days and nights in a pitch black room hanging from the ceiling, chained. Buffy didn’t know how she had arrived at this awful place, but she knew she had to leave. The only problem was that she couldn’t move her body, only her head.
Looking around, she noticed that she was in a golden throne room. There were torches lining the walls, and red tapestries hanging from the ceiling. A large chandelier was at the center of the vast ceiling. A loud growl brought her attention to large, dog looking creatures, although they had no hair and had red, shiny skin. Horns graced the tops of their heads and had black, lifeless eyes.

“I see you’ve found my pets, Buffy Summers,” a booming voice called. Buffy was turned around, and she saw him. Sitting on a large golden throne was a demon about seven feet tall. He wore the robes of a king. He was bald, and he had two pointed ears. He grinned at the slayer and flashed his fanged teeth. The demon’s eyes were golden and serpent like. They seemed to penetrate her very soul.

Suddenly Buffy’s mind was bombarded with words and images. There was one of the demon and her having rough sex on a pool of fire. Words like slut, corruption, , queen, submit filled her mind. Through all this, Buffy never moved, but he could tell in her troubled eyes that she was reacting to her mental .

Finally, he allowed it to stop. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Balen, and you my dear slayer are in hell. Welcome.”

“That was some welcome. Leaving me hung up to for a few days. So you mean business. What do you want with me?” Buffy asked, trying to compose herself. However, inside, she was more shaken than any other time she’d been captured.

“I’m glad you asked. I’m sure you are wondering why you can’t move. I control you now, slayer. If I wanted right now I could take you on the floor. However, I’m going to enjoy watching your corruption happen gradually.”

“Corruption? You’ve got the wrong girl,” Buffy said.

Balen laughed a loud booming laugh that seemed to shake the walls of this grand room. “I think you are the one who is wrong, slayer. You see, once a mortal enters hell, they are already on the fast track to corruption. By the time I’m done with you, you will be begging to be my demon-queen. Also, there is physical transformations that will occur. You are basically going to become my ideal companion. When you are ready, I think we’ll start twisting your friends…what do you call them? Oh, the Scoobies into our slaves. This is going to be so much fun.”

Buffy knelt there, speechless. Another mental bombardment wracked her brain. This time, it was a silhouette of a very busty, voluptuous blonde woman sitting next to Balen as her friends knelt before them. The darkened woman cackled a laugh that again shook the walls. Just then, the vision stopped, and Buffy looked up at Balen with tears in her eyes.

“I’m going to kill you.” she said, hard conviction in her voice.

“That will be interesting since I can control your every move. You are now in my world, and you will soon be mine!” Balen boomed with a loud laugh.

“Prepare her for dinner,” Balen continued as three demonic women appeared out of nowhere. They wore tight latex gowns that hugged their voluptuous bodies. Buffy had but to follow these pale women out of the throne room, as Balen laughed heartily behind her.