The nine girls from Sunnydale never looked back at their former teacher and friend as their collars compelled them into the exiting hallway. They collectively winced in disgust and embarrassment from Ms. Jenni’s growing moans of pleasure at the hands of Rose and Jackie Tyler echoing behind them. “So GOOD! SO GOOD!” screamed Ms. Jenni, “FUCKDOLLS! FUCKDOLLS! WE’RE ALL FUCKDOLLS!”
Buffy grimaced in disgust. Quickly she put Ms. Jenni in the back of her mind and worked her way to the lead of the group; experiencing a twinge of relief that while the collars was making her walk against her will, their control wasn’t absolute. She still could still assert herself in this small way. It was a tiny thread of hope to grab onto, but if her time as the Slayer had taught her anything, sometimes the tiniest thread was more than enough to pull oneself free. Being the Slayer Buffy knew it was her sacred duty to protect everyone from whatever this perverted place threw at them. This according to Ms. Jenni was to be an ‘Upperclassman’ to escort them to their own private suite.
Buffy steeled herself, prepared to face what came next.
‘At least it’s not another fucking blond!’
The Upperclassman met them a hundred paces into the hallway, before a pair of closed double doors. She was a bubbly bimbo tart with deeply tanned skin and shiny brunette hair tied off into a pair of loose pigtails with bright cotton candy pink ribbons. Her body was a perfect hourglass shape, perched on two long shapely legs; her backside was ample and her breasts were the size of melons—though they were just a tad smaller than what Ms. Jenni and the Tyler’s sported.
She wore what perhaps had once been like the Catholic school uniforms they were all now forced to wear, but it had been severely cut down into something better suited for a strippers’ stage. The red and black pleated skirt went only as far as the lower curve of the Upperclassman’s rear. The short sleeve white blouse looked to be a few sizes too small, straining to contain the massive chest. The front wasn’t even buttoned, only tied off into a knot underneath her boobs. She did have a bra on, a lacy bright pink affair that brought immediate eye attention to her deep well of her cleavage. The black tie and white stockings were the same, but instead of black Mary Jane shoes the Upperclassman sported a pair of black arch-fuck-me pumps.
Spotting Buffy and the rest, the Upperclassman grinned through fat pillow like lips heavily painted with red lipstick. She struck a pose, moving nimbly on her pumps bending forward and pushing out her chest, she gave a dainty waive with her hand. Brightly colored cheap plastic bracelets hung around her wrists and they clicked and clacked loudly together as she moved. Her eyes were glazed over and full of stars, brimming with mindless vapid glee.
“WHAT UP SLUTZ!! I’m totally here to help you bitches out! My name is Piper!!”
To Buffy, the Upperclassman’s or Pipers’ voice managed to be both husky deep and helium light at the same time. For what felt like the hundredth time that day, the Slayer inwardly groaned. If Piper noticed Buffy’s dissatisfaction, she didn’t react; the upperclassman sauntered over to them in slow languid steps. Their collars hummed slightly and Sunnydale girls stopped and slowly shuffled into a line-up, their backs against the hallway wall.
Piper stood in front of them, her hands behind her back arching her chest out for everyone to see. She moved her head, examining each of them one after the other. Piper tilted her head slightly and giggled. “Oh wow” Piper said, “look how boring and confused you all are. I use to be like that. It was so sad. I was flat chested. And dull. Never had any fun. Like riding and sucking cock. Just wasted my time and stuff. Not like now!! Now it’s a PARTY!! All the time! I get to fuck and be an awesome slave and serve!! It’s tittie-bang best! The Fuckdoll School helped me. They’ll help you. I’ll help you!”
Buffy felt a cold shiver run down her spine listening to Piper speak; despite the nonsense she was spouting the Upperclassman fuckdoll-in training sounded like she legitimately pitied them and wanted to help. ‘This place is the worst and one way or another I’m going to burn it to the ground!’ Suddenly Piper stepped directly towards Buffy, bringing her face within inches to Buffy’s own. Buffy panicked; had the collar sensed her thoughts—she waited for the shock to come.
Nothing happened.
Piper the Upperclassman glanced over at Dawn and her mother, than back to Buffy. Her smile grew even wider and Piper giggled “Oh wow! Daughter, daughter and Mom—that’s so fuck’n kinky!” Piper stepped away, Buffy gave a mental sigh of relief as no pain came from the collar. Than the slayer considered the full meaning of the words Piper spoke to her, her sister and her Mom and she cursed the school a second time.
Piper went up to each of them, giving what passed for words of encouragement at the Fuckdoll Finishing School for Wayward Girls--
To Willow and Tara: “You two like do Magic!! Like I use to do magic! I was so super-lame about it! Just get’n in others biz-ness! And being rude!! Now I’m like really fucking cool about it!! Who needs spells, when you got cock in your pussy!”
To Cordelia: “Baby you’re already owned!! You’re so lucky!! And you already got great Tits! We’ll make them better!”
To Fred: “Don’t be scared. Soon, you won’t be bothered by that silly brain of yours!”
To Anya: “Who needs cash. Cum is better.”
And to Faith: “Aren’t you mouthy and defiant and angry. Soon you’ll know how awesome it’s to be a fuckdoll!”
Satisfied in her ability to inspire, Piper practically skipped back to the double doors, with each step her micro-miniskirt flapping up to reveal a bright pink thong. With a push she shoved both doors open, they swung all the way and locked into place. Piper turned back to them beaming with joy:
“Who’s ready for the first day of the rest of their fucking awesome lives!”