Giles stood inside the Summers living room, lecturing the gathered Scoobie gang on the latest threat that had arrived in Sunnydale. Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Dawn, Tara and Spike were listening intently on the new demon that had come to the Hellmouth and was sucking the life out of its victims, leaving weathered husks in its wake. Just as Giles was wrapping up the demon's major weaknesses, Buffy's mother, Joyce, arrived with a tray of cookies.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but I thought you all would slay evil better with full bellies," Joyce said, setting the tray down on the coffee table at the center of the room.
"Thanks, Mom but evil doesn't exactly tremble at chocolate chips," Buffy said, biting into her cookie and then her face fell in disappointment when she realized she hadn't taken a closer look, "or raisins. Really, raisins?"
"Don't worry, Mrs. S. I, for one, accept all of the basic cookie groups. Whether they be sugar, peanut butter, chocolate chip or even a dried fruit, I'll never turn a good cookie down," Xander spoke, his mouth already half full of the tasty treat.
"You're like cookie Ellis Island," Willow chirped, sharing a warm smile with Tara.
"Don't load up on cookies too much, Xander," Anya jumped in, "You need to be ready for intercourse later tonight. You know you..."
"And that's my cue to leave. Dawn, honey, time for bed," Joyce cut in before Anya could go any further into what she was saying. Dawn protested for a while, saying that she wanted to help, but finally took Joyce's hand and the two exited the room.
"Yes, well, I believe Buffy, you and Spike can go on patrol tonight and see if you can find this new demon in town. The rest of us have plenty of research that still must be done, that is to say unless, ah, Xander and Anya need to be excused to do whatever it is they will, ah, be up to," Giles stammered, wiping his glasses.
"Intercourse," Anya said, bluntly, cuddling up to Xander, who's face was growing redder by the second.
"Bloody hell," Spike muttered, making his way to the door with Buffy.
Suddenly, just as Spike and Buffy were about to leave there was a huge flash of white light that engulfed the Summers house. It was absolutely blinding. It lasted for only a few seconds, but to those in the house it seemed to go on forever. Finally, the light faded away and Spike stood there shielding his eyes. He turned to face Buffy, to make sure she was alright, but when he looked down she was nowhere to be found. Xander jumped off the couch, yelling that Willow, Tara and Anya were all gone as well. Giles immediately ran up stairs, calling Joyce and Dawn's names but there was no answer. Xander and Spike heard his hurried and panicked footsteps coming down the stairs and they made their way over to him. Giles' face was white as a ghost and he looked at the two men standing before him.
"They're gone. They're all gone," Giles said, a sickening feeling spreading throughout the room.
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"Wha...what happened? Where are we?" Dawn's panicked voice snapped Buffy out of her slumber. She didn't know how long she had been out. All she remembered was that she was about to go patrolling with Spike and then there was a huge flash of white light and she had woken up in this space, but where were they? Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light in the room. Her vision must have still been impacted by the blinding light. When her eyes cleared, finally, she found herself laying on the floor in a large room. Almost like an auditorium. Buffy looked up and saw that Dawn, Anya and Tara were the only women that she knew that were standing. There were other women in the room that she didn't recognize, and she scrambled to stand up.
"Really, Buffy," Anya spat, "This is no time to take a nap. Same goes for your Mom, Willow and the rest of these women on the floor. What are they doing on the floor anyway and what is with these collars?"
Buffy would usually ignore Anya in this situation, but she realized just as she gave Dawn a reassuring hug that there was something not only around her own neck but also around Anya, Dawn, Tara and the other women's necks. She tugged at it but it didn't budge. The two sisters saw that Joyce and Willow were slowly stirring and helped the two to their feet. Willow embraced Tara, her girlfriend, and looked around the room and then at Tara's own choker collar. The two Wiccas whispered to one another and then faced the assembled group of Scoobies before them.
"This may seem like an ordinary auditorium," Willow said, a worried look on her face, "but there is magic all around us. You can't believe anything you see, or..."
"Thank God for familiar faces!" a loud voice interrupted Willow. Cordelia Chase made her way through the crowd of women, followed by a thin, shy-looking brunette, "Buffy! Willow! I mean, usually seeing all of you would give me the heebie jeebies, because, let's face it, trouble follows you everywhere. And wait, a minute! Here you are. So we must definitely be in trouble!"
"...hear," Willow finished, her voice flat. She was obviously not thrilled to see Cordelia. Their high school relationship wasn't exactly warm despite spending a lot more time than either woman would have preferred around each other as members of the original Scoobie Gang.
"Buffy? The girl Angel's always going on and on about?" the thin girl said, before realizing Buffy was shooting her a questionable look. She flashed a sheepish grin, before thrusting her hand out for Buffy to shake it, "Hi. Winifred Burkle, but you can call me Fred. Everyone calls me Fred. It's real nice to meet you, Buffy. And everyone else. Cordy's told me so much about you."
"All nice things, of course," Cordelia spoke, as Buffy and Willow looked at her questionably, "But really, why are we here? And what are these chokers? Chokers were so three years ago! So we were in the middle of saving a group of women from being sacrificed to a demonic cult with Angel, Wesley and Gunn when there was this flash of light and we found ourselves here. So really. What gives?"
"I was about to ask the same thing, Cor," came the unmistakable voice of Faith, the renegade slayer. She approached the group wearing her prison uniform and a now all-too familiar collar around her neck. Buffy immediately took a defensive posture, stepping between her dark counterpart and her family.
"Ease up on the throttle, B. I've done the crimes, and I'm obviously doing the time," Faith said, motioning to her loose-fitting prison uniform, "Angel has me on the path of the straight and narrow. Nothing to worry about from me. It's just this place we need to escape, isn't that right, ladies? Not that I'm enjoying breathing fresh air."
"Alright, we'll deal with you later, Faith. Right now we have to figure out how to get out of here. Wherever here is," Buffy said to the gathered group of women. The others had all woken up in the room, looking dazed. Buffy was about to continue when the loud click-clack of high heels echoed in the large room. All of the women turned to the direction of the sound.
The woman strutting over to the podium, hips swaying back and forth with each mincing step on top of the sky-high stiletto heels, was truly a sight to behold and her appearance caused the group of women gathered to gasp audibly. The woman's voluptuously exaggerated body was on full display to the point that it was obvious she was nothing more than a slut. She wore a sleeveless, black and white pinstripe bustier with a ruffled, chiffon collar that clung to her curves like a second skin. The neckline of the lingerie garment revealed her almost impossibly large pair of tits, and the thin garment plunged down to show the vast cavern of her cleavage. The rest of the slut's outfit consisted of a black thong that did nothing to hide her round bubble-butt and dark, stay-up, thigh-high stockings. In short, no part of the woman's tan body was left to the imagination by this farce of a secretary's outfit.
Cordelia scoffed softly to herself, but her blood turned cold when she saw the scared look in both Buffy and Willow's eyes. She followed their gaze to the woman's face and her eyes grew wide in astonishment at what she saw. It was a face they had seen almost every day their first years at Sunnydale High School but now it looked quite different. Thick, whorish makeup covered the woman's face. Her fuller lips gleamed with soft-pink lipstick and gloss and her eyes were mascaraed and lined thickly to give her an especially smoldering look. Her black hair, usually worn casually down, was now pulled back sharply into a shiny bun. The woman's perfectly arched eyebrows lowered as she took a long look at Buffy, Willow and Cordelia before she looked up to address the entire room of women.
Tapping her inch and a half-long nails on the wooden podium, the woman that the three former Sunnydale High students recognized as their deceased teacher, Jenny Calendar, began speaking. Her voice was low, sultry but also quite firm, demanding everyone's attention, "Hmmm, hello, ladies. Welcome to the Fuckdoll Finishing School for Wayward Girls," the picture of sexual perfection drawled, licking her pursed lips, "My name is Miss Jenni, and I am the school's sexretary. I have a message from my Master, the Dean of this fine institution."
Willow leaned in close to Buffy and whispered, "Buffy, how is this possible!? Miss Calendar has been dead for years!"
Before Buffy could answer, Miss Jenni cleared her throat and pushed a button on the podium before her. Both Buffy and Willow felt searing pain run down their bodies from a jolt at the back of their choker collars. Miss Jenni's swollen lips curled in a pleased, domineering look before she turned to look at the large screen behind her and the face of what would be a kindly old man sitting behind a large oak desk, if it wasn't for the demonic horns sticking out of his head and his red, evil eyes. The fuckdoll that was once Jenny Calendar, their kind and heroic teacher, sighed in pleasure and massaged her tits and looked up in submissive awe at her Master.
The demonic man cleared his throat and started his speech, "My dear heroines and friends of heroines. Allow me to introduce yourself. I am the Dean of this school, and I am afraid the fact that you find yourselves standing in this auditorium means that you have been found guilty. Guilty of fighting for the forces of good and hampering your world's fall into darkness. Something which simply cannot be allowed to continue, wouldn't you agree? You have all thus been sentenced to undergo a course of re-education at this find institution, the Fuckdoll Finishing School for Wayward Girls. Here you will learn your proper places in life via our thorough curriculum, which shall be taught by our staff of instructors, including myself. I will warn you ladies now. We will be strict, but we will also be fair in our methods. You will be rewarded appropriately for good behavior and excelling in your studies, but any insolent behavior or failure in your studies will be punished severely."
"Alright, stop the video, Barbie, but this has gone on a bit too long. I don't know if you know who you're dealing with but you have two Slayers in this room and a pretty powerful witch," Faith shouted, looking at Buffy and Willow. Miss Jenni raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and paused the recording. Willow, meanwhile, mouthed the word 'pretty' before looking hurt. She then caught herself and glared up at Miss Jenni and listened to Faith continue, "So I would suggest you get off the stage and get Gramps out here so we kick both of your asses!"
There were other women in the room that shouted their agreements with the Rogue Slayer, and Miss Jenni rolled her eyes before pressing a button on the podium. Faith and the other women that expressed themselves dropped to the floor in pain and spasmed uncontrollably on the floor. Miss Jenni's lips curled in a smug smile and pressed a button to continue the video. The Dean's speech continued, "I repeat, any insolent behavior or failure in your studies will be punished severely. For, it is our job to help you ladies become the happy, loyal and oh-so-willing fuckdolls your new Masters to desire, and we take great pride in our work. Furthermore, your bodies will be modified over the course of your tuition to ensure you are ready to serve your new Masters upon graduation. Throughout this school's history, we have maintained a one hundred percent graduation record for our students. I would like you girls to keep this in mind so that you might be dissuaded from any thoughts of escape. It is a waste of your, mine and your Master's time, and will not be tolerated! Keep such temptations at bay and you will soon realize that there is no need to escape. Here we shall teach you to embrace your new life and desires. You will be pampered and treated to the greatest pleasures you can imagine, and all it will cost you is your petty free will. It will become your paradise once you simply give in and submit."
Faith and the other women finally finished their painful writhing on the floor just as Miss Jenni turned off the recorded message from the Dean. The sultry sexetary applauded loudly as the Dean's image faded, as if he had just performed a grand play or concert. The rogue Slayer was helped up by Buffy and Willow and whispered a sarcastic thanks for their support. Faith rubbed the back of her neck, where the pain had originated from and looked up at the sexpot of a secretary behind the podium. Miss Jenni ignored the daggers Faith was shooting her and flashed her perfect smile while she thrust out her enormous chest. She then continued in her sultry, authoritative voice, "Now, before I assign you your living suites, which is where each of you will find your class schedules, my Master, The Dean, has a special treat for you."
Miss Jenni then gestured to a large screen behind her on the stage, "You can see various images on the screen of our wonderful school's recent graduates. Look at them, ladies. It's hard to believe from their curvacious, soft, fuckable bodies, their puffed out lips, slutty makeup, barely-there clothes, whorish makeup and hair that these proud fuckdolls were once like you. All troublesome champions of all that was good, but no more!"
"Now, I am going to bring out a prized graduate from our most recent class shortly, but first you simply have to see how she was before she was subjected to the re-education at the Fuckdoll Finishing School for Wayward Girls. Her life before her forced enrollment," as the slutty sexretary spoke, she raised a remote control that with each press of her perfectly manicured digits cycled through a short series of recordings on the large screen, "You can see how she was when she was a fighter. Feisty and strong-willed, her eyes alert with intelligence and battle awareness. Look how boring her body looked with all that lean muscle that helped her fight for justice. Looking over the mass in front of me, I see the same qualities in each of you. It's going to be delicious watching all of that be stripped away! Just as we did with her..."
Miss Jenni's voice trailed off, as the recordings faded away and the group of women were becoming more and more uneasy. They did either recognize themselves in the woman on the screen, or at the very least helped women like the woman on screen save the world. The cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on Miss Jenni's face didn't help in their mood or their worries on what became of the woman.
"Now then, my dear, if you would please join me out on the stage. The ladies and I can't wait to see the new you that graduated from our fine school," Miss Jenni purred, her voice dripping wicked lust. An evil, conniving smile played heavily on her made-up face as the echoing click-clack of high-heeled feet again filled the auditorium. After the tense build up, the new woman jiggled out onto the stage, her large, round thong-clad ass swaying from side to side with each striding, graceful step on seven-inch, spiked heels. Her body had gone through much the same change that Jenny Calendar's had, and if anything, her bouncing, naked breasts looked even bigger. As the new arrival fluffed up her big boufant of platinum blonde hair and came to a stop next to Miss Jenni, the screen behind the two sexpots began to show a montage of the woman's re-education at the school. The captives all watched on in horror as, with each picture, they saw the former heroine's keen and alert eyes slowly become more and more vacant, her clothes becoming sluttier and sluttier, makeup more dramatic and thicker, hair bigger and perfectly styled, and the finally, her body began to change with each passing image, taking on the voluptuous curves of the wanton whore on stage. When the montage came to an abrupt end, the mortified women in the audience looked back down to the stage, only to find Miss Jenni and the transformed slut making out for all of them to see.
Finally, Miss Jenni broke the kiss, to the newly-minted whore's obvious dismay. The former Sunnydale High School teacher took the platinum blonde by her hand, the sound of the slut's glittering bracelets rattling across the large room, because not one of the kidnapped women dared to speak. They were all so speechless. Miss Jenni positioned the brainless-looking woman behind the podium, making sure to fondle the woman's large ass, much to the slut's absolute delight. The debauched sexretary stopped digging her long-nailed hands into the woman's soft flesh and breathed hotly into the whore's ear, "Please, honey, introduce yourself to the new girls. Say your name and who you used to be."
The tan, platinum blonde slut's round eyes took in the plain-looking women before her and she licked her glossy, ruby-red lips before she announced in a high-pitched breathy voice, "Like, my name is..."
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