The Fall of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Intro: On Angel it was explained that after the fall of
Sunnydale Buffy moved to Europe with Dawn and Giles. This story takes
A little bell jingled over the door way as Buffy entered. No one
in the bar seemed to notice. "My kind of place," she thought to
herself. She glanced at her watch. The good thing about the bars in
Europe was they stayed open all night. After a few hours of patrol
she usually found herself in one of them. This particular bar seemed
old. The whole place seemed to be draped in burgundy and gold, dark
woods and vintage fixtures. It reeked of regret.
"Ce qui � boire?" The bartender asked.
"Martini. Extra dirty." Buffy responded. The bartender poured
the drink and Buffy looked away. Her eyes scanned the rest of the
bar. It was filled with middle-aged men in suits and a few women who
looked like professionals. They were all speaking very quietly.
There was a faint hint of piano music but it was low and unobtrusive.
"Perfect," she thought.
She turned back to the bar in time to find her drink. As she
sipped on it her thoughts began to drift. The days in Sunnydale
seemed like a distant memory now. After the last near apocalypse she
had come to Europe with Giles looking for a fresh start. What she had
found was the same chaos that she had left. There was nothing
different here. Europe had the same vampires and demons and other
ugly things that went bump in the night. She missed her friends and
she missed her life, but all of that was gone. Sunnydale was nothing
more than a giant hole now, gone forever.
Dawn was in school and they spoke only occasionally. She wanted
it that way though. She wanted her to have a normal life, far away
from her sister's chaos. Giles promised her a renewed sense of duty
when they came to Europe. Pretty soon though he was getting more and
more involved with his own life and his own friends. She imagined it
was similar to her time in Sunnydale, except now she was on the other
side of it. She had left London a few months earlier to track a
master vampire through France. It had taken longer than she expected
so she found herself still there, still searching alone. She didn't
feel the need to hurry back.
France wasn't all bad though. They had good wine and the
atmosphere was refreshing. Nobody asked too many questions and for
the most part she was free to patrol and to hunt and to do as she
pleased. She took another sip of her drink and her thoughts briefly
drifted to Spike. She wished he could be with her now. Not only as
an ally, but as a lover. At the end of day she needed nothing more
than someone to hold her and let her know that everything was going to
"Buy you a drink?" A man's voice spoke. Buffy turned to see a
dark haired man in a business suit. His eyes were glazed over and his
breath reeked of bourbon. He was mildly attractive though and had a
slim physique. He had a desperate sense about him. "He'll do," she
"Sure, how about another Martini, dirty." Buffy voiced as she
downed the last of her first drink. She could feel the warmth of the
alcohol begin to course through her veins. It felt wonderful. Like
'What's your name?"
"How American. What a beautiful name for a such a beautiful
girl." He delivered the line with his eyes firmly fixed on Buffy's
chest. Her perk and supple young breasts were showcased nicely by her
low cut blouse. His accent was unmistakably French but he spoke
English well enough.
"Uh, thanks." By this time the bartender had made another drink
and Buffy took another big sip. It burned her throat. It felt great.
"Woah, easy baby. That's strong stuff," the man voiced with a
chuckle. She felt his hand on her back, drifting. It was obvious
what he wanted from her.
"I can handle it," she responded. She looked over at him through
her saddened blue eyes. She looked for a connection. There was
nothing there. There was only mindless lust. "I can handle a lot of
The man laughed. "Is that right? I wonder if you can handle
me." His hand moved down and rested against her bottom. She didn't
object. The attention was welcomed, even if it wasn't sincere. Buffy
looked at him again and smiled.
"Why don't we find out?" She voiced with a strange seriousness.
She grabbed her glass and took another long sip, finishing it.
The back alley was suitable. Buffy and her new friend emerged
from the back door of the bar. It was quiet and dark. There was a
faint breeze flowing through the alley, kicking up old newspapers and
pushing coke cans across the brick pavement.
"Let's make this quick," Buffy voiced
"Certainly." The man responded.
Buffy saw a trashcan that seemed like the perfect height. She
moved next to it and undid her jeans. The man did the same. Once her
pants were down she bent over the lid of the can, flipped her hair
back, and waited while the man pulled her panties down. His cock was
exposed now through the zipper hole of his slacks. He spat into his
hand and rubbed it
"Are you ready for me baby? You ready to have this inside you."
"Yes. Fuck me good." Buffy answered. She liked it hard and
fast. It was the only way she would come. "Fuck the pain away," she
whispered to herself.
"You want it hard baby, huh, you want it nice and hard in your
pussy. I knew right when I saw you that you wanted to get fucked."
Insertion came quick and violently. Buffy gasped. His cock entered
her like a piston and filled her instantly. He was thick, and Buffy
liked it. The length never mattered much but the thicker they were
"Oh yes," she moaned as he started to fuck her. She could feel
his hands on her waist, pulling and pushing her petite body. He was
doing just as she had asked. He was fucking her good.
"You like this you little American slut. Does that big French
cock feel good inside of you? I know you love it you little bitch. I
feel how wet you are." His accent was thick and he spoke in a very
matter of fact manner. The trashcan began to rattle as it moved
underneath her. The night air was chilly and biting. Buffy's
breathing became faster and more noticeable. His strokes were hard
and fast and a knot of butterflies formed in Buffy's stomach.
"Fuck me. Yes, that's it," she moaned. She felt the warmth
inside her. It was similar to the warmth of the vodka only better.
The world began to fade inside her head. The friends and family she
had left behind disappeared. The cock inside of her was her world
now. It was all that mattered. He increased the velocity of his
strokes. His body slammed against hers.
"Yes my little piggy," he spoke through his groans. He was
breathing pretty hard. He slowed his pace slightly to catch his
breath. As he did he leaned forward and worked himself into her at a
different angle. The change of pace felt good. His hands slipped
underneath her body so he could squeeze and rub her breasts through
the thin material of her blouse.
"Does it feel good daddy? Is that pussy nice and tight for you?"
Buffy moaned as her suppressed emotions began to take over. She felt
his mouth at her ear now. His tongue flicked against her lobe.
"Your pussy is so tight. I want to fuck you forever."
The thought sounded appealing. A lifetime of escape. An
eternity of mindless lust. The pain replaced with the warmth.
"Fuck me till you come."
The man pulled back, and as he did his hands entrenched
themselves in Buffy's long blonde hair. He pulled her head back
violently and pushed his cock into her all in one motion. She hadn't
even had to ask.
"Oh my god, yes, fuck me!" Buffy screamed. Her voice cascaded
down the alley. Someone might have heard. She didn't care though.
The whole world could be watching her right now and it wouldn't
matter. Being fucked was all she needed.
"Take it you fucking cunt," the man yelled back. He had a good
handle on her hair and was pounding his cock into her, making her feel
each stroke. Her wonderful pear shaped ass was shaking erotically
with each thrust. Her whole body seemed to quiver each time he
slammed himself into her frame. Buffy's moans became louder and
faster. She felt a deep trembling that began in her bowels and seemed
to explode through her body. The man could feel her tense up.
"That's it baby, come all over my dick." He ordered her. "Come
all over it." Buffy didn't disobey. The orgasm rocked her body and
she came hard and deep. It was the good kind that left you feeling
orgasmic for hours. She opened her mouth to scream but it was a
silent scream. The orgasm seemed to last forever. She lost herself
in. Everything faded away at that moment. It was a momentary escape,
but it was all she needed.
After the orgasm she sort of fell limp onto the trashcan, but the
man didn't stop his assault on her. He continued to fuck her now
listless body. Using her like some sort of fuck doll.
"I'm coming baby," he groaned. He began a quick series of
thrusts that ended with him pulling his cock out and spraying his
white come across her ass and back. Buffy could feel it. The warm
and sticky fluid. She felt it splash against her ass and drip down.
It formed a small puddle on the small of her back.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, FUCK YES!" the man yelled as he came. He looked
down at the mess he had made all over Buffy's petite bottom as the
passion of the moment began to subside. Reality began to shift back
Without words Buffy and the man both began to dress. Buffy
pulled her panties up, and felt the sticky mess the cloth made against
her skin. She didn't care though. She looked back to see the man
"Thanks for pussy baby. Maybe I'll see you around here again
eh?" He voiced as if he was embarrassed to say it. He gave her a
half-hearted kiss on the cheekd and stumbled back into the bar.
"Don't count on it," Buffy muttered to herself. She zipped her
jeans up and sighed. She was still buzzing from the alcohol and it
combined with the mild afterglow made her feel almost happy. That was
the point really.
She walked down the alley in no hurry at all. Another day was
done. Tomorrow would be a new one. Every morning could be a fresh
beginning. Every night a violent end. Things could always change.
"Hopefully for the better," she thought to herself.
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Posted Fri Dec 04, 2009 11:54 PM
Just imagining Sarah Michelle Gellar doing all that.
Very Good Story.
Very Good Story.