Slave 2/?

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Title: Slave
Chapter Two: Starting Over
Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Buffy has been enslaved in a demon dimension for over twelve years
her time though only 14 months have passed on Earth. She returns with her
two daughters, a Zoth and a changed life. Joyce and 
Willow, now lovers, must help her find the slayer inside. 
Thanks: Cheryl Hill and Angelina
Warning: Smut, strangeness, lesbians and a story.

Joyce and Willow were a little unnerved about Buffy driving herself and her
girl's back to Sunnydale that night. Ok they were both down right scared!
Buffy and cars didn't go well together. But neither knew how to bring the
subject up as Buffy placed her youngest daughter Alex into the center
backseat passenger slot and buckled her in to the Range Rover. 

"So one of you want to ride in the front seat? I would really enjoy that."
Buffy asked her family.

"Sure Buff, we can get caught up on old times." Willow volunteered
nervously. She was afraid if Joyce rode with Buffy she would have a heart
attack. 

"I was hoping you would volunteer." Buffy said happily while she continued
to buckle Sarah into the back seat. Ragna had bought Buffy a Range Rover and
rented a u-haul. She had already packed up everything in the vehicle before
Buffy returned to Earth. Ragna had been careful to purchase everything she
thought the slayer would need to get started on Earth. Still outside of the
clothes on her back and an overnight bag Buffy really had no idea what was
packed in the u-haul or the back of the car.

Finished with buckling in her girl's Buffy leaned over and kissed them both
on the forehead. Then she shut the door. "I am going to check the u-haul and
then we are out of here." Buffy announced. With that she disappeared around
the back of the trailer. 

Willow just shrugged and then got in the passenger seat. Then she buckled in
tight. Buffy popped around the car and hopped in the back seat with her
girls. She was buckled up before Willow. Then the Zoth got in the driver's
seat. Buffy just laughed uncontrollably. 

"I know how you all feel about my driving." Buffy said between fits of
laughter as she watched Joyce, Willow and Dawn look relieved and confused
all at once. 

"Well dear I am glad you're not going to drive but can your friend drive?"
Joyce finally asked after the laughter from her daughter settled down.

"We had both cars and traffic in ZrrKahTr, the demon world." Buffy
explained. "Friday is an excellent driver."

Willow was surprised at the demon dialect Buffy used when she said the name
of the dimension she was enslaved in. The Zoth had already started the car
and was waiting for instructions. 

"Mom we will follow you home ok." Buffy explained.

Buffy spent most of the trip talking not to Willow but to her two girls.
They were recounting their first week on Earth and the many fun things Ragna
had done with them. Willow was actually relaxing and enjoying the trip,
mostly because the Zoth was in fact a good driver. 

It was almost midnight when they pulled in to 1630 Revello drive. Buffy and
the Zoth took out their over night bags and quickly got the girls to bed in
Buffy's old room. Both girls were exhausted. Willow and Joyce were both
impressed by the way Buffy and the Zoth moved together getting the girls in
bed. It was clear both were involved in parenting rolls with the girls. 

"Goodnight Mom, good night Friday." Both girls said as the bedroom door was
shut.

Then the adults moved to the kitchen. Joyce automatically started making hot
chocolate. 

"Wow, if you only knew how much I missed your hot chocolate mom." Buffy said
taking a cup.

"If you only knew how much we missed you." Joyce said trying to hold back
her tears.

"Enough with the sad. I am home and I am ready for the happy." Buffy replied
as Joyce continued to hand out glasses of hot chocolate. When Joyce got
around the table to Friday the girl looked at Buffy.

"Yes you may have a glass but only one. Chocolate is a bit addictive to the
Zoth. It is a major special treat." Buffy explained. The girl took the glass
and smiled.

"Does she not know how to talk?" Dawn finally asked though everyone else was
thinking the same thing.

"Zoth's don't have vocal cords. In fact she can't actually hear most of the
parts of human speak. She hears in high frequencies. Not that it would make
that much difference if she could hear words. She doesn't understand them.
Zoths are a telepathic people, actually they are more empathic than
telepathic, they tend to send you sensations and feelings with a few visual
images and that forms the bases of their language. To be honest I only
understand about half of what she tells me. My girls understand her
perfectly but I am still learning to understand her." Buffy explained before
taking a sip. Willow noted the girl only took a sip after Buffy did.

"So you actually speak to her?" Willow asked. 

"Oh yeah, we talk a lot. You won't be able to speak with her but she can
understand basic human speech. Not words just basic thoughts and feelings.
It shouldn't be a problem really. And the girls can translate for you."
Buffy said taking another sip. The Zoth followed Buffy's actions. "Friday.
Just drink it. You're making them nervous." Buffy said to the girl.

"She is nervous, she is not used to sitting at the table unless we are alone
in my quarters." Buffy explained.

"Friday that's an unusual name." Willow said trying to change the subject. 

"My girl's gave it to her. Zoths don't have names as such, not normal ones
anyway. I think hers would translate into `likes warm water'. So my girls
named her Friday, they got it from the manservant in Robinson Crusoe. Ragna
would let me go to the palace and read to them in the library when I wasn't
working. Thomas has a huge library at the palace and after Sarah was born he
let me read anything I wished to as a reward for having his daughter. Slaves
seldom get those kinds of privileges. I was extremely grateful because it
gave me a reason to be in the palace and near my girls. I didn't get to see
them that often." Buffy said sadly.

Everyone was quiet at the table, not knowing exactly what to say. The woman
sitting at the table was Buffy but not Buffy; she was a completely changed
Buffy. 

"Yes we can go to bed soon." Buffy said looking at the Zoth. "Sorry we are
both a little tired. I was going to sleep in the living room. Is that ok
Mom?" Buffy asked suddenly. 

Everyone moved to get Buffy set up for Bed. The couch was a sleeper bed and
it was quickly folded out and sheets slipped over it. Once that was done
Buffy and the Zoth just tossed their clothes into a chair neatly and slipped
into the bed nude. Both Joyce and Willow were a little unnerved at Buffy's
lack of concern about nudity. It was like she was used to being nude in
front of people. Which was the exact conclusion Willow quickly made. Willow
let her mind drift over the year she and Buffy had been roommates. Buffy was
not a 'sleep in the buff' kind of girl. She was always guarded about her
body preferring her cow pajamas. Most of the time Buffy had changed in the
closet in her dorm room even before she knew Willow was gay. 

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In truth Buffy had been careful slipping in to bed. She had ordered the Zoth
to mask the bruises and scars on her body. The Zoth could send false images
directly into the brain of humans standing near by. Not large illusions but
small ones. So the Zoth simply hid both her own and Buffy's scars and
bruises from her family. The fact that both didn't even think about pajamas
or changing in private really was a symptom of years of slavery. Slaves
slept where they were told to sleep and dressed as they were told to dress. 

Most of the time you didn't dress, you were chained to things or crawled
around on the floor. Mostly you just survived. If you were lucky and strong
you could work your way up the ranks as Buffy had done. Buffy had fought her
way up to gladiator cast. The highest cast she could attain as a slave. She
had her own weapons, her own rooms. She had her own slave. And she was
treated fairly by her owners. Allowed to see her children as long as she
behaved well and won in the ring. And seeing her children was the single
most important thing in the world to her. Any world. 

Some time in the middle of the night Buffy had cried out. Not extremely
loudly but loud enough to wake up Joyce. Joyce made her way down the stairs
to check on her daughter. Buffy was curled around the blue skinned demon
holding her tightly. The demon was seemingly asleep in Buffy's arms as Buffy
cried quietly in bed holding the girl. Joyce just stood in the doorway not
knowing what to do as she watched her daughter.

"Mom, sorry I didn't mean to wake you." Buffy said suddenly rolling over.
The blue demon just rolled over and let Buffy up. Joyce was sure the demon
woke up as she turned over in bed.

"It's ok, I was just..."

"Being a mom. I have noticed how motherhood seems to turn you into a light
sleeper. When the girls would spend the night in my room I hardly slept at
all. I woke with every single creek in the floor." Buffy said quietly. "Mom
do you still keep the bourbon in the side cabinet?" Buffy added. 

"Yes dear, but I...." Joyce said a little alarmed

"I'm 32 mom way over the legal age. Come on I could really use a drink."
Buffy said opening up her bag and pulling out a robe and putting it on.

"Of coarse, I am going to have to get used to that, you still look so
young." Joyce led the way into the kitchen. She got out two glasses and then
poured herself and Buffy a shot. Buffy downed hers like a pro and picked up
the bottle and poured a second shot. Joyce simply nursed her drink. 

"It was bad, what happened to you?" Joyce asked.

"It was bad but I got the girls so it was worth it. They are both
wonderful." Buffy said smiling.

"And your friend?" Joyce asked not really sure how to approach the subject.
She was worried sick over her daughter. While she was grateful to have her
back, it was clear that Buffy had grown up and changed. 

"She is not my friend mom, no more than Willow is your friend." Buffy
pointed out downing her second shot.

"I suppose not." Joyce said firmly before downing her drink. Buffy poured a
third shot and then filled Joyce's glass. 

"Ok so it is settled, I won't ask you personal question about Willow. Mostly
I honestly just don't want to know, and you won't ask me personal questions
about Friday. She is my lover but she is also my slave not my partner. She
helps me take care of the girls and will keep your house clean and do
general chores. But I don't want to discuss our private life, ever, is that
clear mom." Buffy said the last part more like a threat than a friendly
talk. Then she downed her third shot and smiled an almost evil smile.

"I can't say I understand any of this but if you don't want to discuss your
relationship I will respect that for now. And you're right I don't really
know how I could explain my relationship with Willow." Joyce said patiently
choosing not to comment on the way Buffy was drinking or her earlier tone
and attitude. She knew whatever her daughter was feeling or going through
was going to take time. 

Angel had come to Joyce right away when he was certain Buffy was returning.
He had called and arranged to meet her at home when Willow and Dawn were out
of the house. The conversation still haunted her. Joyce had invited him in
quickly. He had his coat pulled up around his face to keep the sun off and a
blanket over his head. They had gone in to the living room and sat down.
Joyce knew right away that whatever Angel had to say was bad news. Angel
seldom took a seat.

"Have you found Buffy?" She had asked.

"I know where Buffy is. Joyce this is not going to be easy to hear."

"Just tell me. Anything beats not knowing." She had pleaded with him.

"Just as Giles suspected she was taken into a demon dimension. She was sold
into slavery. She is ok, well physically ok. I have no way of knowing what
twelve years of slavery has done to her." Angel said frankly.

"Twelve years. So long." Giles had spoken with her already about the time
differences in demon dimensions. They had been able to find out through
contacts that she had been kidnapped and taken into one of these dimensions.
Giles had explained to her at length what that would mean to her daughter.

"Yes, look Joyce she isn't the same person you knew when she went away but
she is still your daughter. And she is going to need a lot of help when she
comes home. Not just for herself but for her daughters as well."

"Buffy has a child?" Joyce asked 

"Two, a six year old and an eight year old girl. They are both very
beautiful. They both look like Buffy." Angel explained.

"You have seen them?" Joyce said almost jumping out of her seat with joy.

"Briefly. You can meet them in two days. Ragna, their grandmother, is
bringing them here to my hotel in two days. She is going to get a few things
ready for Buffy's release. Joyce I have a lot more to explain to you and
none of it is going to be easy."

"But you said Buffy is ok?" Joyce asked, she was clearly worried.

"Physically she is fine, Mentally is another story. And there are other
issues. The girl's father is a Drakecarrier demon. A High Prince. As demons
go, they're not terribly evil. And they almost always keep their promises.
They're really picky about keeping promises, which is good for Buffy. They
have promised to set her free and will allow her to bring the girls to
Earth. But Joyce you need to understand something before I bring Buffy home.
And if you can't understand what I am about to tell you then it may be
better if I keep Buffy with me in LA for a while."

"She is my daughter she is coming here." Joyce said angrily.

"I can see where Buffy gets her stubbornness. Joyce when Buffy got pregnant
with her daughter some things changed inside her. Biology changed, partly
because she was carrying a child of a demon but mostly because the demon
blood triggered things in her. Because she was a slayer. Nobody knows
exactly where slayers come from but they do know slayers have a kind of
demon aspect. It's what makes them stronger, makes them slayers. The Buffy I
am bringing home has an aspect of the demon that is active now."

"She is still Buffy. Still has a soul" Angel continued. "But she is far
stronger than she was before, faster and a lot more ruthless. Though some of
that may be from the years of slavery. She is a lot harder. But as you have
said she is still your daughter. And now she needs you more than ever. She
needs to gain back her humanity. She is going to need a lot of love and
patients."

"She is my daughter." Joyce said firmly. 

"She will also be bring her Zoth. The Zoth is a slave. Buffy needs the girl
and in a way she is also stuck with her. The Zoth belongs to Buffy for life.
It can't be freed. If Buffy moves back home you will have to take the girl
into your house as well. In a way the girl is as much a part of Buffy's
family as her daughters. The less fuss you make about the girl the better.
She is harmless so I think once you get used to being around her it won't
bother you. Buffy's girls are wild about her." Angel explained carefully. 

Angel had told her a few more things. None of them really helped. Watching
her drink Joyce wondered about the parts that Angel had chosen not to tell
her. 

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The next morning Joyce woke up to the sound of children. Buffy and Friday
were busy bathing the girls when she peeked out of her door. They seemed to
work well together. By the time she, Willow and a very sleep Dawn made it
down stairs, Friday was cooking pancakes in the kitchen. Buffy was setting
the table with one hand and carrying Alex on her shoulder with the other
hand. Both girls were laughing.

"Hi Grandmother." Sarah said from the table.

"Good morning Sarah, Alex." Joyce said, "Something smells good."

"Friday is making pancakes. Mom loves pancakes. I do to." Sarah said.

"Me too." Alex replied.

Buffy sat Alex in a chair with phone books on the seat. Then she picked up
Sarah and swung her over her back. "I am off to get the paper." Buffy
announced as she trotted off out the door.

Just as Buffy was going out the door Alex started laughing. "Well you seem
happy about something." Willow comment to the girl as she took a sit next to
her.

"Friday is being funny." Alex explained.

"Really what did she say?" The witch asked.

"She said mommy is bouncing and Aunt Dawn is sleepy." Alex replied between
laughs as if that was the funniest thing in the world. 

"And that is funny?" Dawn stated in a grouchy tone before yawning. This sent
both Alex and Willow into a fit of laughter. Joyce just smiled as Buffy
returned inside with the paper in her hand.

"Friday stop making fun of my sister." Buffy replied before leaning over and
kissing the blue skinned girl on the cheek. Then she moved to the table and
placed Sarah back in the chair before sitting down between her daughters.
She then opened the paper, pulled out the help wanted and passed her mother
the rest of the paper. Joyce then took the front page and handed Willow the
rest of the paper. Alex and Sarah broke into another fit of laughter.

"Friday stop it." Buffy said but she was smiling and clearly didn't mean it.

"She says now she knows were mom got all her bad habits." Alex whispered in
Willow's ear. Both Joyce and Buffy had almost the same pose with the paper.
Willow just knotted her head and smiled at the girls. Oddly she found the
Zoth humorous without actually hearing what the girl said. 

Friday served them all breakfast and then sat down at the table with them to
eat. Willow noticed that the girl did not lift her fork until Buffy knotted
an ok to her. Breakfast was pleasant and the girl continued to giggle
through most of it. Then suddenly in the middle of the meal Sarah looked at
Willow and said with fear in her voice, "Mommy, Aunt Willow is a witch."

"That is right, but Aunt Willow is a good witch not an evil one." Buffy
explained patiently.

"She doesn't eat little girl's does she?" Sarah said seriously.

"Not little girls anyway." Buffy said with a smirk looking right at her
mother. "Sarah, she is a very good witch, she doesn't eat people just
pancakes I promise." Buffy then added seriously.

"Are you sure?" Alex said staring at the woman next to her.

"Close your eyes and look at her soul and then tell me." Buffy said slowly.
Both girls closed their eyes and concentrated. There was a small gust of
wind through the kitchen. Then they both opened their eyes at the same time.

"So is she an evil witch?" Buffy said patiently.

"She is really nice." Sarah said smiling.

"And I like her, she is funny like Friday." Alex added.

"So she is not an evil witch?" Buffy asked again.

Both girls shook their head and said "No" together.

"Good." Buffy said and took her last bite.

"What did they just do?" Willow asked excitedly.

"They can read aura's. They can tell if someone is telling the truth or
lying. Good or evil. That kind of thing. They're both too young to use the
ability very well but if you had been an evil witch they would have known."
Buffy said flatly.

"Oh." Willow said 

"Don't worry I would have killed you quickly if you had been evil. We were
friends it would the least I could do." Buffy said jokingly in a way that
made the adults in the room wonder if she was truly joking. 

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The rest of the day was a blur. Buffy moved everything in from of the
u-haul. Then she and Friday went to the store. By the end of the day Buffy
had emptied her room and moved everything including the bed to the basement.
And bought twin beds for the girls as well as a desk and shelves. Ragna had
bought the girls and Buffy a lap top computer each. She also bought them
lots of clothes and the girl's toys. She had bought Buffy and Friday a few
books and an encyclopedia. Things every parent needs. Then they had returned
the u-haul.

By the end of the week the girls were both in catholic school. Buffy had a
job at a car lot. That still frightened Joyce. And Friday had taken over the
post of housewife. 

Friday's job was to keep the house spotless. Drive the girls to and from
school. Take Buffy to work. Shop, fix dinner, help the girls with homework
and anything else that fell by the way side. Joyce still found Friday
helping the girls with spelling disturbing. You knew the girls were talking
with her but you couldn't hear what she was saying. Joyce found Friday's
human appearance equally disturbing. The first time a human skinned, brown
haired Friday stepped out the door to take her granddaughters to school
Joyce had almost freaked completely. Buffy wasn't the only one downing the
booze in the house.

And Buffy was downing Booze. A bottle every other day. The minute her girls
were in bed and asleep Buffy opened the bottle. Shot after shot. If front of
her girls she was a great mother. And she spent every moment possible with
them. When she wasn't at work Buffy was home playing with her girls. But the
minute they were asleep Buffy's personality changed, and she drank. Drank a
lot. 

"Honey don't you think two drinks is enough?" Joyce finally said watching
her daughter take her second straight shot.

"No." Buffy said flatly.

"Why don't you go for a walk. Staying in the house all the time isn't good
for you. Willow and I are home, we can watch the girls for an hour or two,
why not go out." Joyce offered. She was tired of Buffy sitting in the
kitchen after the girls were put to bed just sitting and drinking. Buffy had
been home for about a month by this time. Her nightly pattern was well
established. 

Each night she would be super mom until the girls had been asleep for about
a half an hour. Then she would come into the kitchen and open the bottle.
She would then sit there in the dark and drink. At around midnight she would
snap her fingers and she and the Zoth would go to bed. 

The Zoth also bothered Joyce. She honestly liked the girl. She was extremely
good with her granddaughters. But once the girls went to bed Buffy would
keep her cleaning things. Even when they didn't need to be cleaned. She
would clean the wood floors on her hands and knees at night while the girls
slept. Sometimes with a toothbrush. When Joyce had tried to ask Buffy about
this, she had explained calmly. "Mom you have to keep Zoths busy or they get
into trouble." And that was the end of the subject as far as Buffy was
concerned. The fact that her kitchen floor had been scrubbed with a
toothbrush everyday for a month didn't seem to make any sense to Joyce. 

"I don't want to go for a walk." Buffy complained tossing back another
drink.

"Well then find something to do. You are not going to spend the rest of your
life sitting in the dark drinking." Joyce said angrily picking up the bottle
and pouring its contains down the sink. Willow and Dawn wisely chose to go
watch TV at that moment. Friday stopped washing the floor for a minute until
Buffy gave her a look that could kill and the girl started cleaning again.

"At least now if you want to drink you will have to go and get another
bottle." Joyce said evenly.

"Whatever." Buffy replied as Friday stood up and moved out of the room. In a
second Friday returned wearing her shoes and her coat with keys in hand.
Buffy handed her a twenty-dollar bill. It was only at that point that Joyce
realized where the girl was going. 

"Buffy if not for yourself then please stop this. Think of your girls. Do
you really think that bitch demon of a grandmother of theirs is going to let
you keep them if you're drunk all the time." Joyce hadn't meant to say the
last part but she knew it was absolutely true. Ragna had made it clear. If
her granddaughters were not treated right she would return and take them
away. Ragna visited them very Saturday without feel as it was, to check up
on them. 

Buffy just sat there staring at her mother as pale as a ghost, her eyes
glowing purple in the dim light. "Friday put the car keys back. We are going
out for a walk." Buffy said evenly as her eyes returned to normal.

Friday put the keys down on the counter and then went down the basement
stairs. She quickly returned up the stairs with Buffy's jacket and an
athletic bag under her arm. Joyce just assumed it was a weapons bag of some
kind. Buffy always carried weapons around in similar bags before she was
kidnapped. 

"We will be back in two hours." Buffy announced. 

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Buffy was mad as hell. She was also scared as hell. The thought of losing
her girls after only just getting them back had set off everything she was
holding inside. Before they rounded the corner she was crying
uncontrollably. Her eyes had completely turned purple in purple and a very
small horn had come up on her forehead above her eyes. She had lost her
human exterior. 

Half a block and she entered a cemetery. Once inside she slid to the ground
and cried harder than she could ever remember crying. The Zoth just stood
guard behind her. After another five minutes Buffy stopped crying and looked
around. She saw a crypt. Looking up at the Zoth she stated. "You know the
rules, I suffer you suffer." With that Buffy was on her feet and inside the
crypt. Neither she nor the Zoth needed light to see in the dark.

The Zoth walked in behind her and started to undress. Neatly folding her
clothes the girl moved over to a center pole. She held her arms above her
head and waited. Buffy opened her bag of toys. She took her own jacket off
and tossed it on top of the girls' clothes. She then pulled out a whip and a
pair of handcuffs. Carefully she put the handcuff key in a side pocket of
the bag. 

She hand cuffed the girl's hands around the pole and snapped the whip again.
Buffy then snapped it across the girl's back cutting deeply into her skin.
The second her blood hit the air it clotted. She could put her shirt back on
without fear of getting blood on it. Zoths didn't bleed. Running her finger
along the cut Buffy smiled. Her horn had disappeared but her eyes were still
glowing purple. Then she let loose her inner demon. 

"I want your pussy bone dry when I fuck you later tonight." She said as she
unleashed all her fury across the girl's back. She held back nothing
whipping the girl with everything she had inside. At some point the girl
fainted because of the pain but it didn't stop Buffy. She was exorcising her
demon. After about twenty minutes Buffy dropped the whip. Leaving the girl
hanging on the post she left the crypt. 

She made her way out of the cemetery and down the street to a 7 -11. Once
inside she bought four litre bottles of water and a beer. Then she returned
to the crypt. Friday was collapsed at the bottom of the pole with her knees
underneath her still cuffed to the pole. Buffy opened the beer and took a
drink then she poured the contents across the girls whipped back. The girl
writhed in pain but was unable to make a sound. She just gritted her teeth
and continued to breathe hard. Buffy then opened the bag and pulled out a
towel and the key. 

She uncuffed the girl's hands and then soaked the towel with one of the
bottles of water and then poured the rest across her back. She then handed
the remaining three bottles of water to the girl who quickly opened the
first up and desperately drank the water. Buffy washed the girl's wounds
with the towel without the least sign of being gentle. Friday was clearly in
a hell of a lot of pain. She continued to drink the water until all three
bottles were gone.

"Pain better?" Buffy asked. Water was a painkiller for the Zoth, about the
strength of a couple of aspirin. The girl was still hurting but the water
would help her heal faster and more importantly help her hide her wounds
with her illusion. An illusion Buffy's daughters could not see through.
Buffy really didn't care that the girl was in pain, just as long as her
daughters didn't know about it. 

"That felt good." Buffy announced as she yanked the girl on to her feet. "I
had missed doing that." 

The girl quickly moved over and dressed. Then she hurriedly cleaned and
picked up all of the equipment and put it in the bag. Buffy just slapped the
girl across the back and pulled her out of the crypt.

Just outside of the door Buffy stopped and examined the girl's illusion.
"Good. Now when we get inside finish cleaning up for the night quickly. You
may have three more glasses of water. Then I want you to go to the bathroom
and make sure your pussy is bone dry. I want a dry fuck, one drop of
moisture on you and I whip you like this every night for a month and you
wear the big butt plug, clear?" Buffy asked.

The girl answered her with her fear. Images and sessions of her fear. The
girl was frightened to death of Buffy when she was in this kind of mood.
What ever Buffy said she would do to her she would do down to the letter of
the law. 

"Good."

93 minutes after she had gone for a walk Buffy was back home. 

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Buffy had gone to the basement right away. Friday had flown through the
house to finish up her last task of the day. Making Buffy wait wasn't wise.
She had even checked and dried her pussy. Friday was almost always wet and
ready for Buffy. Sometimes Buffy wanted to really hurt her so she would make
her dry her pussy out. It was something Zoths could do on command. A dry
vaginal fuck hurt far worse than a hard lubeless ass fuck. Both Buffy and
the Zoth knew this first hand. 

Buffy never did anything to the girl that had not been done to her first.
Not one single thing that she hadn't experienced tenfold did she inflict on
the girl. She at least gave the girl water and let her heal. 

Buffy pushed any human thoughts, anything that spoke of mercy out of her
head. She was going to fuck the Zoth senseless. Fuck her pussy nice and
green. (Green the equivalent of red on blue skin.) Leave the girl so sore it
hurt to walk. And when her pussy was sore as hell she was going to start on
her ass. "No mercy." Buffy said to herself as the same words echoed in her
head. Words spoke to her a long time ago by a heartless master. Words spoken
when she still believed she was human. When she still clung to being human.
"No Mercy. Only pain."
















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