Buffy desperately needed to gain herself a moment to focus her thoughts, but she was simply far too distracted. Try as she might, she was completely unable to lay hands on her weasly assailant, while he was freely molesting her at will before ducking out of range. Every blow she threw at him got nowhere near him, but sweat poured off her as she sank ever closer to complete exhaustion. She tried to cling to her multiple hours of training, but it slipped through her mind like soapy water. She desperately longed to get hold of him, to punish him for his outrageous cheek in treating the mighty Slayer in this way, but she was no longer remotely able of backing up her desires with effective action. All her desperate lunges afforded her were nearly-continuous breaking wind. Fresh horror destroyed her dwindling courage as she realised she needed to get herself out of this situation fast before she completely humiliated herself still further...
But her assailant was having absolutely no difficulty; ridiculing her her consistent flatulence while freely abusing her huge teats - every move she made to resist so telegraphed and feeble he ducked it with complete ease. Buffy's eyes and mouth gaped wider and wider as she realised how utterly outclassed she was, trying to throw out threatening barbs and powerful punches, but exhaustion costing her voice and the last vestiges of strength she may have had. Eventually he reacted to her last pathetic lunge, by grabbing her outstretched arm and twisting it neatly and agonisingly behind her back. Buffy tried to counter it, a move that once would have been ridiculously easy, but now was completely beyond her - she no longer had any fighting prowess to call on and the pimply youth was now far stronger than her.
"Owwww!", she wailed pathetically "Let me go! I'm going to..."
"Do nothing!" He delighted in again finishing her sentences for her, but even more so in reaching between her legs with his free hand and slipping his fingers easily inside herself.
Buffy wailed in helpless outrage. This couldn't be happening to her! She was the Slayer! She had fought countless vampires and demons, and none had dared to attempt such a base assault upon her. How could this feeble nerd be so much stronger than her? Once again she tried to remind him of what a dangerous game he was playing; "Unhand me at once! I will..."
"What!? Piss yourself!?" It was true! She was weeing on the floor and couldn't begin to stop herself! She was too distracted to focus her enfeebled bladder muscles and had lost her control!
"Dirty little whore!" he chuckled, withdrawing his fingers and wiping them on her excuse for a skirt. After that he wrenched her arm sideways suddenly, popping it out of her shoulder socket. Buffy's helpless scream hit Top C. She flailed uselessly with her other arm, but he easily grabbed it and gave it the same treatment. New terror froze her heart, as she realised she could no longer move either of the balls of pain that had become her arms. She turned in fear, attempting to force her legs into desperate flight. But two faltering steps was all she could manage, an unhelpful toe up the crack of her ass sending her careering into the back of a couch. Half-tumbling over it, the impact on her heaving stomach was far more than she could handle, suddenly and pathetically shitting herself.
She sobbed in abject shame as she found herself in a position where she could do literally nothing; her huge tits dragging her upper torso over the back of the couch, but her feeble legs too weak to push up enough even to complete that journey. Her assailant kicked her legs wider apart, and she was unable to draw them back together. Mortified, she listened as Dweebson chuckled at her distress and tore away her ridiculous skirt; using it to wipe away her filth before dropping the shit-smeared clothes on the cushion under her nose to remind her of her complete disgrace. She wrinkled her nose, looking anywhere but down - and then saw, on the couch opposite her, a sight that tore her away from her own distress; her oldest friend Willow, virtually insensible and with three meatheads paying her particularly close attention; each brutally fucking one of her orifices.
How had this happened!? Willow would never let this happen! She had to save her!
The once-mighty Slayer desperately tried to focus herself - straining her back to lift it beyond the horizontal would be a start. But she moved not an iota - she was trapped by her own body. Only now did she notice that her breasts seemed too large; far too heavy for her to lift herself. Trying to figure out what had happened to her was father distracted when she felt them start to dribble copious quantities of milk. How! She had never been pregnant...
She wailed in confusion and distress; "Let us go! I don't know what is happening here, but I promise (pant), I promise that you're going to pay for it. My friend is a powerful witch who (wheeze) who will torment the rest of your pathetic lives. I am a Slayer, and GLUB..."
Once again she was silenced twofold - first as a huge and meaty cock was thrust between her open lips. She tried to bite, but it was far too large for her to gain any purchase. At the same time, Dweebson entered her from behind doggy-style, laughing manically as he did so.
Buffy and Willow were in for a long night.
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