Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 6

Fortunately, she was unhurt. She shoved herself up from the ground, onto one knee, and rose. She started to run again, when she fell a second time, her foot caught in another root. She gazed in the direction of her pursuer. The thing was much closer. Still, she could increase the distance between them again easily enough. Regaining her feet, she sped off again, tripping over a third root that sent her sprawling. With a swell of dread, Buffy realized, as she rose a third time from the meadow, that the creature, spawned, perhaps, of the grassy plain itself, controlled the prairie's greenery; it was the monster that had caused the roots to trip her. Now, the hideous predator was upon her, and, twist and struggle as she might, she was unable to free her feet and calves from the roots and vines that had ensnared her. The meadowland demon pounced upon her.

It was absurd, Buffy thought, what one noticed at the strangest times. Here she was, fighting for her honor, if not her life, and she was noticing the small wildflowers that grew from her would-be rapist's cheeks, chest, belly, groin, and thighs-violets, periwinkles, goldenrods, bellflowers, foxgloves, and others.

The demon straddled Buffy, its massive buttocks, formed of hard-packed soil and rock, resting upon the Slayer's groin and lower belly, crushing her erection and her balls as it struggled to force its log-penis into the cunt behind Buffy's scrotum. Buffy twisted, wriggling beneath the demon's tremendous weight as she struggled to topple the would-be rapist. If it managed to shove that gnarly log of a prick into her, its jagged end would rip and tear her pussy to shreds, and she would die in agony. She fought desperately, but the demon's weight restricted her movements, and, as powerful as she was, the demon's strength matched-maybe surpassed-her own. It continued to jab at the rose-petal soft lips of her pussy, and Buffy felt a stab of pain, as if she'd been poked by a needle. Then, she felt more prickling sensations, and she realized that her monstrous adversary was about to impale her with its log-cock. She gave a last, huge, desperate shove, but to no avail.