The Wedding Singer

The hellbitch daemons dragged Buffy into a large chamber and threw her to the ground in front of their hellgod. He was much taller than a man, about fourteen feet tall. His skin seemed to be made of cooling lava, his eyes glowed red. He had two thick horns coming from his head. But what was between his legs was far worse. He had two thick cocks. One of the cocks was longer than the other and had small porcupine like needles coming out of it. It was even longer than the ones on the hellbitch daemons who had raped her and it was just as thick. Buffy was convinced he was going to kill her. And her only thought was that she would never SpikSpike again. The tears flowed freely from her eyes.
The hellgod stood, towering over Buffy. “I am the god Amantillado, you dare to disturb me? Why are you here?”
“I came for the Bloodstone cross. I need it for my husband, so he can walk in the daylight with me.” Buffy almost couldn’t get the words out. She didn’t even realize she was shaking, her whole body was trembling in terror.
Amantillado laughed at her. “I possess the cross you seek. If you can survive my pleasure, the cross shall be yours.” He laughed again.
Buffy looked at his two enormous erect cocks. She didn’t think she would survive at all. He motioned for his hellbitch daemons to leave them. Then he was on her. Amantillado easily flipped Buffy onto her stomach. Buffy could feel his long, thick clawed fingers. She couldn’t see that he had rubbed some of his precum onto them and he was pushing it into her body, coating her delicate, abused tissues with it. His precum contained special healing properties so that no matter what he did to her, she would heal and he could do it all over again. Buffy felt a warm burning pain inside her. It was like as cas coating her with acid and she cried and screamed and begged, but he didn’t stop. When the acid like fluid hit her G spot her whole body spasmed from the pain. He positioned his two huge cocks at her openings. Buffy was already stretched from the hellbitches, but this was far worse. The sharp porcupine needles on the cock he was pushing into her pussy ripped into the walls of her vagina, they weren’t very long needles, but it was just enough to cause her more pain than she’d ever had in her entire life. She was screaming and screaming until her voice gave out as he pushed himself all the way into her pussy and her ass. He held her body still as he rammed into her with a force she’d never known before. The pain was so bad she would have done and said anything to stop it. But all she could do was continue screaming hoarsely.
Amantillado was enjoying her tight, small body immensely. He loved hearing her screams. It wasn’t often that he got a hold of a human, but he did sense she was stronger than a regular one. A regular human never could have survived his hellbitches assault. He had every intension of giving Buffy the cross. He just didn’t have the intention of ever letting her leave. He wanted to watch her face when he came, so he quickly pulled out of her and flipped her over.
Buffy thought for just a brief second that it was over, but to her continuing horror, it wasn’t. Now she had to actually face him as he raped her. And this position was worse. His sharp needled cock scraped against her G spot and some of the spikes on it were scraping her clit, they were over stimulating it, causing her a horrible mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure. And her ass was burning from the pain of his second cock. Buffy never knew someone could feel this much pain and still live. She was still screaming and crying. She tried to cover her clit with her fingers to stop the stimulation, but he wouldn’t let her. He brushed her fingers away. With his own rough fingers, he pulled back the hood of her clit and leaned into her alittle more, making sure the spikes on his cock were deliberately hitting her most sensitive spot. He decided he wanted to feel her pussy contract, so he started to rub her abused clit with this clawed finger. “No! No! No!” she yelled. He was going to force her to cum just like the others had. And she couldn’t stop him. Buffy started to beat on his stomach and chest with her fists, but it only turned him on more. He continued to rub the tip of her clit. He was starting to feel her juices coat his cock. Buffy could feel herself starting to cum and she screamed and screamed as her pussy contracted around his spiked cock causing her even more pain even as the unwanted orgasm hit her. And her ass contracted around his other cock, milking it. He came inside of her with a loud roar, spilling his hot lava like semen into her. It burned and she screamed even louder. Finally, he pulled out of her. He stood up, towering over her and he threw the Bloodstone cross at her. Buffy clutched it with one hand. She tried to move, but she was in too much pain. Amantillado motioned for his hellbitches and Buffy realized with dawning horror that he wasn’t going to let her just leave. “Wait! Please, if you let me go, I’ll bring you three from my dimension who will serve you. Please.” she begged him.
Amantillado laughed at her. “Why would I want to do that?”
Buffy said the first thing that popped into her head, “Vengeance. Please, I beg you, Lord Amantillado, God of the Underworld, allow me to have vengeance upon my enemies.”
She was speaking his language now. And the prospect of three human bodies did appeal to him. “Agreed. But if you fail to bring me my bounty, I shall come for you.”
“Deal.” To her surprise, Buffy could feel her tissues healing rapidly. The pain in her extremities was receding and she was able to stand up. Amantillado pointed a clawed finger at the wall and it started to ripple. He moved forward and threw Buffy through the wall. She landed with a thud on the dirt floor of the cave back in her own dimension. She was naked and still clutching the cross tightly in her fist.
There was no sign of Spike or the others, but the supplies and knapsacks they had brought with them were still there and she was grateful she had packed a change of clothes. She felt really dirty, but the only thing she had to wash herself with was a bottle of beer. She rinsed her mouth out with it, too. Buffy took a few minutes to examine the cross. It was about an inch thick, made of pure bloodstone, but there was something more to it. There seemed to be an inner glow, an almost orange/yellow flame within it. The cross had a linked chain that was also made of pure bloodstone. Buffy put it over her head, wearing it for safekeeping. The cross touched the skin between her breasts and, she could feel a warmth spreading out through her limbs. It was a comfy, pleasurable sensation. Buffy straighten out her clothes and smoothed back her hair, securing it with a clip. Now she was ready to face Warren and the others, and payback was going to be a bitch.