A New Dawn

Title: A New Dawn
Author: Richard Wilkins III

Summary: Complete, utter depravity. Takes place after the end of S7. Buffy slides into darkness, Dawn is a semi-reluctant participant. This is the first part of three connected tales of depravity amongst the Summers’ girls and their pals.
Spoilers: S7. The show’s over, what can I really spoil?

Rating/Pairing: NC-17, B/D, W/K/D, B/D/W/K, D/Demon(s)
Codes: F/f, F/F/F/f, M+/f, Oral, Anal, Rim, Toys, Incest, Voy, Reluc, Semi-NC, Demon/Human sex.

Disclaimer: You’re going to hell. At least it’ll be a sweet ride. Oh, and all this belongs to Joss. Wouldn’t he be shocked to see young Dawnie like this!

Distribution: Yes please.

A New Dawn

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"Doll her up - I want to take my play thing for a stroll."

That was how her day began. And oh fuck, it was the jail-bait skirt. A little white scrap of cloth that hung low on her hips but barely covered the globes of her ass. If she bent even in the slightest, it didn't cover her at all, and anyone looking - which would be practically everyone the way it put her on display - would be able to see that she wasn't wearing panties. They'd be able to see the peachfuzz framing of her twat.

And the buttplug entrenched firmly in her ass.

That was life as your sister's fuck toy.

Once Buffy had given the command, all Dawn could do was stand idly by as Willow and Kennedy disrobed her of her night gown and pulled the scrap of cloth passing for a skirt up her legs. Both were careful not to show the least bit of arousal with Buffy close by; they were already in the dog house, both figuratively and literally. The switch marks on their backs and bottoms proved it - Buffy was not a gentle mistress when displeased. Their aching limbs proved it as well - for the past two nights the Slayer had forced them to sleep in a specially designed dog house that Xander had made. She'd claimed it was a gift for a friend with a large, hyperactive golden retriever (hence the need for shackles); Xander, after all, was still in the dark about the little arrangement the girls had at the Summers' home.

So Willow and Kennedy were now Buffy's puppy dogs - she went so far as to make them eat out of a bowl, using only their mouths. No forks, no fingers allowed. Fingers weren't for eating, they were for pleasuring her. When they were good, they would get a treat - thirty minutes alone with each other, or fun with Dawn. Things of that nature. Of course molesting Dawn - without the Slayer's permission, not that you could molest a girl who really wanted it - was what got them in trouble to begin with.

Thus the extra attention paid to restraining themselves as they dressed her.

Dawn didn't care about their restraint. She was much more worried about the walk. How Buffy thought they'd get far in public was beyond her. The top she'd been given - correction, the top Willow had pulled down over her head and squeezed her into - was a plain white t-shirt cut off so that it showed the bottom of her breasts. It was two sizes too small, causing her nipples to poke through in a futile escape attempt.

Then there was Buffy.

Buffy herself was dressed no less indecently. She wore black leather thigh-high boots, a black leather thong the fit firmly in the crack of her ass, dividing two beautiful cream cheeks, and a black leather halter that displayed her taught abdomen and made her tits seem even more pert than usual.

She wore a gold bracelet around her right wrist, to which later, Dawn knew, would be attached a leash, and at the end of the leash, collared in gold, would be herself.

Humiliation was in store for her tonight. The sight of the bracelet left no question in the young girl's mind. When Buffy wore it, she was in a certain mood...

Since it was a certainty, however, Dawn decided to try her luck.

"Please, sis... let me wear something under. Just for a while..." she begged.

The older girl thought on it for a moment, and Dawn could see an entire range of emotions pass through her sister's eyes - anger that Dawn would dare make such a request, desire, to punish her no doubt, and what might have been compassion.

"Fine, pet. You get a thong for now - but don't cry to me when it's ripped off you."

---

Later, at Willy's Place, bent over the bar, tits pressed into the wooden countertop so hard they hurt, with one of two fiery orange, fourteen inch cocks that had been presented to her jammed down her throat - incredibly, they both belonged to the same demon, and smelled something awful - Dawn Summers wondered how she had got herself into such a mess.

The answer she came up with wasn't a great help - she had her own big mouth to blame.

---

It had begun shortly after The First became The Latest. The Latest Big Bad Slain, The Latest Notch In Buffy's Belt. There had been mourning for Anya, mourning for Spike, then celebration. Evil cleared out of town like rats from a flooded basement, the pseudo-Slayer powder-puff teenies that had infested their home became real Slayers and slowly moved on with their lives and out of their girl's home (save for Kennedy, of course, who was never far from Willow), and Faith took over the Slaying duties, saying only that "B deserves a break, and I'm the gal to give it to her" before heading out on the road to track down what little evil she could find. They got phone calls now and then, peppered with sparse reports on vamps slain and demons dismembered, and in-depth reports on one-night stands and biker's ridden.

With half the town trashed and most of the population abandoning ship, however, there wasn't much for Buffy - or any of them - to do. Step one had been to relax. Step two had been to party. Step three had been heavier partying, until one night had the four girls playing Truth or Dare without the truth option. It was all dare, all drunken, all night. Dawn couldn't believe her luck - Buffy was finally treating her like an adult.

Then a drunken Kennedy - over Willow's slurred protests - dared Buffy to spank her little sister - for underage drinking, no less. Never mind that Buffy had suggested Dawn "take a shot and be a man" in the first place (and pardon your gender, sis, Dawn had thought at the time). Buffy, competitive as she was, accepted the challenge, and by the end of Dawn's "discipline", there had somehow erupted a spontaneous make-out session.

There ended the story - or that's how it should have been. Instead of simply blaming it on the booze and never speaking of it again, which had been Dawn's preference, Buffy had from that night forth been on a slow spiral of depravity. She caught Willow using magic to "finger" Kennedy from afar one night and used it to blackmail the witch into unleashing the invisible finger-bang on her. Once that step was taken, Willow was under the blonde Slayer's control - the witch didn't want her lover to find out. Kennedy was harder for Buffy to break - the younger girl was a natural dom with a slight submissive streak - but she was no match for Buffy Summers. With Willow's help, Kennedy was soon under Buffy's power.

And Dawn sealed her own fate by claiming shuld uld handle anything Buffy could do to Willow or Kennedy, twice over. It was a boast made after her sister - showing one of her last signs of self-control - refused to let her go with the three of them to Willy's one night. She'd been going there to "teach her pets a lesson", and stated that there was "no room in the joint for little girls."

Dawn's boast had changed Buffy's mind, and she was introduced to Willy's bar, Willy's barstool, and, on one occasion, the pool cue's at Willy's. Willy (fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it) had long since fled town.

Secretly, Dawn believed the absence of Spike left certain darker urges unfulfilled within Buffy, but she dare not say anything to her older sister. She was punished enough as it was.

Eventually, evil crept back into town, and Buffy returned to slaying with her friend's help - but the depravity in the Summers' home went on behind closed doors - and sometimes in front of them.

---

Tonight was evidence of that. Here she was, in Willy's, under the influence of one of Willow's spells, being held over the bar by Kennedy - not that she ever could have freed herself from the seven foot demon parked in front of her - while a giant orange cock was being jammed down her gullet.

At least only two guys - beefy, sweaty looking construction types - had seen the little harem making its way to that bar. True, Buffy had forced her to stop and bend for them, showing off her thong and the outline of the butt plug that pressed obscenely against it, but still, at this point a girl had to count her blessings, slight as they might be.

One of these was Willow's witchery.

The witch's spell was something truly ingenious - it allowed Dawn to feel everything; every thrust, every jab, every rip and tear. She could bleed, feel pain that was white-hot as it tore through her mangled, abused cunny and ass - but no permanent damage would be done, and come morning all would be returned to normal.

Which meant although she was gagging and couldn't breathe, she wouldn't pass out, wouldn't suffocate. It also meant the demon could fuck her throat full-force. As a result, what seemed like gallons of saliva were dripping out of her stretched peach colored lips, her throat was contracting, and she was fairly certain she'd puke soon.

The beast used one of four hands attached to four meaty arms to stroke its other cock, occasionally slapping her in the face with it. All the while, Buffy stood and watched as Willow lay curled at her feet like the human puppy dog she'd become.

Buffy had cut a deal with the demon, and if this hadn't happened twice before, Dawn wouldn't have believed her ears. The beast - it didn't seem to have a name - and three of its friends, each equally disgusting in their own way, could have their way with the Slayer's baby sister so long as they gave her info on some of the truly evil fiends that had begun making their way back into town over the past few months.

It was a great deal for Buffy, the demons, and any voyeuristic parties that happened into the bar, although on this night it was thankfully empty.

She had begun sucking the first cock as the three others watched - she labeled them Furry, Scaly, and Slimy, based solely on skin type, fuck political correctness. They cheered as that first orange prick - belonging to the lead demon, Boney, an apt double entendre in this fellow's case - came, dumping a stream of jizz down her throat for a full minute. She had coughed some up and actually had it trickle out of one nostril, as her mouth was still full of cock, to the uproarious approval and laughter of the unholy audience comprised of the other three. Even Willow let out a chuckle.

It was then she noticed that the beast's semen was a glowing blue color.

This second cock was taking far longer, and her stomach was flipping and rumbling. Even worse, beyond all logic, her cunt was growing wet. FUCK! She couldn't even control her own reactions.

Scaly apparently sensed this. With lizard eyes and a forked tongue, it was only vaguely humanoid. It had arms, but no legs; Scaly supported him/itself on a thick, powerful tail, a snake's tail. Would it even have a cock? Dawn suspected it would, snake or not. She could see it now in the mirror behind the bar as the gigantic cock continued to invade her mouth. It slithered up behind her, and pushed Kennedy out of the way with a firm shove - although not one hard enough to anger Buffy.

"Move assside, time for this preciousss thing to be put to good usse." it hissed, sounding as Dawn imagined a snake would sound if given the gift of speech.

Was it talking about her, or her ass.

It pulled the Sunnydale High schoolgirl's skirt down, and RIPPED her thong panties right off her ass, causing them to catch in the crook of her legs before the elastic finally snapped and they tore free. It HURT, and she cried around the prick in her throat, but the only sound that emitted was a muffled groan sounding something like "mmrmph."

The snake lowered itself so that its face was level with her ass, and brought its lips to the teenagers twat. With the demon crouched behind her, Dawn could no longer see what it was doing. She had expected to be fucked - brutally, without remorse - so when the creature's forked tongue invaded her vagina, she gave another muffled cry, more of surprise than anything else.

Its tongue was rough, and it seemed to fill the entire expanse of her pussy, not that that was much - the first spell Willow had preformed on her months ago when she began her stint as Buffy's play thing was one that "kept her tight" so that she would always feel filled. Because of this, she could feel the tongue throbbing against her inner walls, but even still, something was odd. It seemed to be everywhere. And then she understood - Scaly could control the forks of the tongue. They parted both ways and seemed to stretch. They flicked to and fro, dug deep, and soon found the tiny bundle of nerves that REALLY set her off.

She was dripping into the thing's mouth now, and her body began to jerk on the table. Her entire torso bounced up and down over the bar, slamming her sore tits down even harder as the snake-thing ate her out. As a side effect, she inhaled, sucking the cock in her mouth as far down her throat as she had ever taken anything - she had over a foot down there now thanks to Willow's spell - and at last the orange demon grunted and came, sending another delivery of blue semen into her stomach.

Coming down from her orgasmic high led to the discovery that the snake-demon's two-pronged tongue was now in her ASS, and that KENNEDY of all people was parked in front of her face. She had never even felt the butt plug pulled free, but there it was on the bar next to her. An extremely satisfied look shone in the eyes of Willow's new girlfriend (Dawn would always think of Kennedy as the "new girl"); it seemed Buffy had rewarded her for holding Dawn still while the first demon ravished her.

To Dawn, eating out Kennedy was a relief - at least she could breathe, and wouldn't have to swallow any more blue jizz for a while, unless one of Willow's spells had REALLY gone awry.

She didn't even mind when the serpent thing pulled out its cock and plunged it deep into her rectum, or when Kennedy forced her to lick her own sweat and juices from the butt plug.

---

After what seemed like an eternity, the Snake-thing pulled the length of its green, scaled cock out of the teenager's ass and slithered around to her mouth. By now she didn't even need to be forced; Dawn knew exactly what to do - suck the monster's prick clean. As soon as she'd parted her lips, it thrust its dick into her mouth, giving her a taste of unholy semen, sweat, and blood. Which meant her ass was bleeding, although thanks to Willow's spell it would heal before long.

As Dawn gave the beast head, the first demon, complete with two dicks, positioned itself behind her. She felt it; felt each cock brush her leg, and expected a double penetration session - and deep down, part of her looked forward to it.

Until reality reared its ugly head once more, and she found both cocks being stuffed into her vagina. Her vaginal walls bulged; her lips seemed near to the point of tearing. Worse still, the cocks pounded her in tandem.

She'd been doubled like this before, by Willow and Kennedy. That, in fact, had been the act that got them into the dog house, as it was done without the Slayer's consent. But when the lovers had done her, with twin black strap-on cocks, they had been gentle, one fucking her, then the other, the still cock simply being filler.

Both cocks pounding relentlessly was completely different, and far from pleasant.

Well, a short walk from pleasant, anyway.

---

"Service me."

Buffy's command was short and to the point. Dawn knew from experience that she had no choice but to obey. The Slayer's discipline was... harsh. There'd be nothing cutesy like the dog house if Dawn erred. She was, in Buffy's eyes, still a pupil in training, and not to be given any leeway.

"Oh, and Dawn - I want your tongue so far up me I can feel it coming out my throat."

This the teenager could do. She loved eating her sister. Fucking LOVED it; it was an addiction. She'd been fucked by Boney, Slimy, Scaly, and Furry - the last had knotted inside her vagina as a dog would, and when they finally came apart a half hour later, a good bucketful of black, oily hell-hound semen (only Buffy assured her that it WASN'T a hell-hound, and her sister would know) poured out of her swollen cunny. She'd been fucked in the ass, fucked in the mouth, forced to eat out Kennedy, and been FISTED by a beet red Willow, who seemed embarrassed - but ultimately proud when Dawn managed to take a fist in her ass as well.

Damn Willow and her spells. Without them, her stint as a sex toy would at least have remained private; Buffy had a sadistic streak, but she wouldn't doing anything that would permanently harm her.

But eating her sister out... that was her REWARD, and she was dead-set on proving what a good little rug muncher she was.

So she teased the blonde Slayer's clit with her tongue, swirling and circling before sucking on it hard like a little cock. Occasionally, she would nibble Buffy's love-button with her teeth, ever so gently. Finally, she replaced her tongue with her fingers, massaging her sister's clit, before moving her mouth down to the juicy cunt parked in front of her for the main course.

In this manner, she rubbed and tongued Buffy to a pair of orgasms, the second of which saw Buffy actually squirting - her juice hit Dawn square in the eye, taking her by complete surprise; Buffy had never been known as a squirter.

Finally, Dawn went for the bowling ball grip on her older sibling, inserting her thumb in her sister's cunt and extending it deep, seeking out the precious bundle of nerves hidden away in the depths and massaging it in a swift circular motion. As she did this, she teased the rosebud-like back passage of the elder girl with a finger and used her other hand to play with Buffy's tits. Her hands thus occupied, she brought her mouth to the blonde's clit, and worked her tongue over it until the Slayer came a third time. As the spasms started, Dawn at last inserted her digit all the way into Buffy's anus while continuing her three-pronged attack of licking the girl's clit, twisting her nipples, and thumbing her cunt.

It was a full minute before Buffy even realized she was screaming. Neither girl noticed that Kennedy had forced Willow to her knees and had a handful of the redhead's hair. She was practically ramming the Wicca's face into her crotch, allowing only seconds for Willow to gasp for air before mashing face to cunt once more.

Willow's face was being used as a fuck toy, and was drenched with juices. What was more, she loved it. God help her, she loved it.

---

Dear Diary;

I'm fucked.

Sure, I've been fucked. Repeatedly. By my own sister! But I never felt there was anything wrong with it before.

Ok, that's not true. But I enjoyed it. I still enjoy it. Only, things are getting scary now.

I don't know how it went this far. Buffy's gone over the edge, and I don't know if I can bring her back. It was fun, at first, but it got out of control so quickly. Willow's become a submissive nympho, she's totally depraved. Kennedy's a dominatrix in training, and Buffy, well Buffy's getting worse by the minute. Darker. Last night at Willy's was my third time there. Buffy set a pack of demon's on me. Willow's spell worked wonders again, I'm all better now, but last night... two cocks jabbing into my cunt wasn't what I had in mind. I can take a little kink, fuck knows I get off eating out my own dear older sister, but it's too much.

She killed the demons afterwards again, just like the other times. So that's good. Our "secret" is still safe. Well some of it. She continues insisting on parading me around in public dressed like a ten-dollar tramp. On the way back from the bar, she caught some old guy staring at my ass, and had the nerve to ask him if he wanted a stab at it! She was only kidding... I hope.

This morning, she switched Will's ass till it bled. Then she let Kennedy pour orange juice over the wounds and lick it off. This went on for twenty minutes, and afterwards, Willow begged for more!

I wish Spike was still here. I wish Faith was back.

I'm afraid. Afraid for Buffy. I love her, need her, want her in obscene ways.

But I don't think I'm enough for her. And that scares me more than anything else.

D.S.

---

Two weeks after her third outing at Willy's, Dawn felt like a whole new girl. She felt stong, alive, awake for the first time in her life.

Her chest still burned where Buffy had poured the wax. She didn't remember much of last night - just her own voice begging Buffy for more.

She read the letter twice after opening it. It had been in the mailbox when she'd returned home from school. Sunnydale High was gone, but with townsfolk drifting back in after the "Earthquake of '03", a provisional school had been set up on the East side of town.

Slipping the letter into the waist band of her skirt, and fighting the urge to slip her fingers further down and massage her panty-less twat right there on the porch, for all to see (Buffy didn't allow panties unless they were for HER pleasure), she went inside. There'd be lots of time to fuck herself later. For now, she had some thinking to do.

Faith was coming back to Sunnydale.