It is time I shared another story that I've been writing together with the great Eridan (Morgan333), taking place in Buffyverse.
I hope you like it
First the disclaimer:
WARNING! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fiction. If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy. Any similarities to real people, places or situations is purely coincidental and not intended!
Furthermore we don't own any characters etc. but we'd like to thank Joss Whedon for making it :)
Let us start!
Hotel HellHell Hotel
„ I’m still not convinced staying here is a good idea”, Tara said, looking around the room with it's old carpet, flimsy curtains and decade-old bed, which had creaked ominously already when she and her lover had put the bags down on it. „ Oh, sweetie, it's just for the night”, the cute redhead responded from the bathroom, „ and you know we're both terrible night drivers.” Tara sighed. Of course, Willow was right. The sun was already setting behind the spotty windows. The hotel had been there, on the side of the road, when the sun had begun to set, seemingly the only place to stop and rest a bit before continuing on their vacation tomorrow.
Willow had suggested they stop here and rent a room for the night and, in all honesty, Tara had been pretty tired as well. While the reception had been nice yet ordinary, the rooms were definitely substandard. In one spot, the tapestry seemed to peel from the wall already. But it was only for the night, after all...she should be able to endure it.
After all, this was supposed to be a vacation, a time off from all the world-saving and demon-slaying. Willow had suggested it and Tara, after some initial fussing about how the others would be able to handle the absence, had finally agreed that the constant stress was endangering not only theit health but also their relationship, something she did not wish to risk.
And so far, the trip had been enjoyable and relaxing...and the fact that she did not have to worry about Willow's life all the time made it all the better. However, this place here had a seedy quality to it that made her somewhat uncomfortable.
Her mood and face lit up when Willow entered the room again, a cheerful smile adorning her cute features. There were no words to describe how much she loved the redheaded witch...and when Willow crossed the room to embrace her, sharing a gentle kiss with the full-bodied blonde, Tara felt like she could melt.
„ Hmmm”, Willow made, licking her lips as if she'd just sampled something delicious, her eyes sparkling. „ The bathroom is alright...and the shower is big enough for the both of us...” She winked mischieviously while Tara's heart began to beat faster at the obvious invitation. The thought of making love to this beautiful, smart and lively woman was enough to make a welcome warmth spread through her lower body. She practically worshipped Willow. The redheaded witch had managed to wipe clean all the awful memories of her past and replace them with thoughts of love and a family and friends of her own. To Tara, this was a gift worthy of worship and she would do anything to thank her for it.
„ Come on, then. Sweetie!” Willow said, giggling as Tara's cheeks flushed and the blonde felt a smile appear on her face. Turning around, Willow began to move back towards the bathroom door, moving in a slow, sensuous swagger that made her round, perfect ass sway hypnotically. Tara was quick to unzip the travelling bags they'd brought, rummaging around it with trembling fingers until she'd found the smaller black „fun bag”, as Willow called it, even having written it on the side with glowing indelible marker. It contained everything needed for a wonderful bout of lovemaking and Tara grabbed it and hurried after Willow, who was already throwing her shirt through the open doorway. „Come on, first come, first served!”
Tara was quick to follow.
They practically jumped each other as soon as the shower was running and their clothes were off, soon engaged in a bout of passionate lovemaking while warm water caressed their bodies, glistening on their skin. Tara was gripping a small dildo in one hand, sliding it in and out of Willow's pussy in the slow, deliberate rhyhtm the redhead liked so much. Her other hand placed with Willow's breasts, stroking, caressing them. Willow's mouth was closed around Tara's left nipple and the blonde witch moaned loudly as her lover caressed it with dextrous tongue and lips. It was pure bliss, purest passion, wonderful, intimate and warming.
But suddenly, Willow's head jerked up. „ Tara, stop”, she said, her voice breathless and hoarse, laden with her own arousal. Tara looked at her, confused. „ Sorry, sweetie...am I going too fast?”she asked, stopping the dildo's motion, half of the toy still buried in Willow's tight pussy.
„ No...I have a strange feeling...wait a moment”, Willow said ominously, ently pulling the dildo out before stepping out of the shower after giving Tara a quick peck on the cheek. Throwing a towel over her glistening, naked form, she approached the door...and stopped dead in her tracks.
„ Goddess, no!” she exclaimed and her voice was so filled with shock and dread Tara's heart seemed to stop.
“What happened?” Tara asked, alarmed.
“I’m… I’m not sure.” Willow said finally “Something… dark. Cover yourself and let’s be quiet.”
She slowly opened the door and looked to the room… and fell forward when the door was pulled forward. Willow didn’t fall – she was grabbed by two parts of hands and tossed further to the dark room.
“Will!” Tara shouted and ran towards her. She quickly stopped when a silhouette stood in the door. She began an incantation but before she could finish it the person jump towards her. She recognized him immediately as he came into the light – it was the receptionist, a tall, gauntly thin bald men. She dived under his hands and pushed him. As he slipped on the wet floor she run forward to the door. He managed to grab her towel and tear it from her body.
Naked, wet Tara ran to the room. A silhouette in the dark lunged towards her, but now she was ready. She finished her spell, devoting it to goddess Diana and the being was thrown to the wall. That, however was all she could do – other being swarmed upond her, grabbing her effortlessly. As she struggled she yelped in shock, disgust and pain as a hand grabbed her breast, another grabbed her hair while a third groped her crotch. She was immediately thrown to the middle of the room and cried in pain when she hit the bed and fell to the floor.
“Will..!” she shouted and stopped as the light was turned on blinding her.
Near her there was Willow, towel torn from her as well. A tall, slim… demon was holding her. His vaguely humanoid form covered with scales, long claws instead of nails. They dag into her flesh, making her squeal in pain, against a hand holding her mouth, each time he twisted his fingers.
Another demon stood blocking the doorway, this one was more human-like, just very obese and with two little horns on his forehead. Near the window there was another, she wouldn’t have noticed it, if it haven’t moved. Completely white, with skin peeling of him as if her was flayed and a black maw instead of mouth. The one she throw on the wall just stood up – it was short with a beard that moved as if it was a living creature and intensively yellow eyes. When the hotel owner came from the bathroom another one simply materialized near him – he looked just like a human if one didn’t noticed that parts of him were becoming transparent then solid again. And finally there was the last creep – the one almost no resembling a human. While his upper torso was of a well-built man, if not for a complete lack of hair, the lower part of his body was just a mass of swirling tentacles.
They were different, but all of them were scary… and apart from the owner – naked.