Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 4

Buffy howled, dropping to her knees. Tears sprang to her eyes as she clutched her balls, gritting her teeth in anguish. Suddenly, she believed that she knew why Slayers were always girls and never guys. Despite the superior strength that most boys had, they were equipped with a serious weak spot. Kicked in the balls, all a guy could do was try to breathe and maintain a heartbeat while he recovered from the intense, crippling pain that owned him, body and soul.

Now that Buffy was helpless, Anyanka informed her that she'd sent Willow into a demon dimension after she'd "fucked the bitch with a strap-on dildo."

Between gasps of pain, Buffy managed to whisper, "Why?"

"Why do you think? She and Xander have been best friends-in a Platonic way, of course-since early childhood. What better way is there to get back at the bastard for jilting me at the altar?"

"That's ancient history," Buffy mumbled.

"You don't know what 'ancient' is, girlie. Wait until you're a few millennia old before you talk about 'ancient.' Oh, wait. You're not likely to live to such a ripe, old age, are you?" Anyanka kicked Buffy in the ass, and the Slayer grunted, falling onto her face.

When she could speak, Buffy whispered, "I thought you'd forgiven Xander."

Anyanka laughed. "Vengeance demons don't forgive; they get even."

Buffy struggled, gritting her teeth. She managed to get to her knees. She also managed to block Anyanka's kick to her face. Holding the demon by the ankle, Buffy upended her, and Anyanka fell heavily onto her back. Straddling her, Buffy ignored the pressure of her scrotum against Anyanka's thighs and the feel of the demon's sleek, cushiony buttocks against her bobbing, swaying erection. "How do I get Willow back?" she demanded.

"You don't."

Buffy wrenched one of Anyanka's arms behind her back, forcing it up, toward her shoulders. "How?" she repeated.

"Fuck you!"