Buffy Summers and the Betrayal of a Friend

Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Betrayal of a Friend

By Dbud

Codes: MF, NC, rape, and violence

Disclaimer: Not real. Just a story. Don’t read if you don’t want to. Also, the story is very violent.


Xander and Buffy were moving down the school hallway. Buffy in the lead, moving stealthily and on the prowl. Xander was trailing about ten feet behind. He was having a hard time concentrating. He couldn’t help staring at Buffy’s little ass as she crouched and slinked through the school in an effort to remain quiet.

Buffy was quite a little package. She was petite, not more than 2 or so inches taller than 5 feet and only around 100 pounds. She had a tight athletic body, honed from hours every day of training. Xander had once caught a glimpse of her naked. She had small and pert breasts that were perfectly shaped and lean tight thighs; not to mention her heart shaped ass.

She was wearing a tight pink T-shirt and low-rider jeans and sneakers on her feet. Xander had told her he heard a rumor that a demon she was hunting was in the school and the two of them had set out to find it. It was a lie of course; Xander just wanted to get her alone.

Buffy’s low-rider jeans conformed to her every curve and her thin shirt would ride up every few seconds showing her tan skin. Her jeans were so low that every few times she crouched he would catch the top of her ass crack. Her long blonde hair flowed down over her shoulders and every few seconds she would sweep it back, revealing a thin neck and her pretty face to him.

Xander got a good view of her rear and started giggling. Buffy turned around and glared at him, “What the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting like your drunk. This is serious.” He had been acting really weird and Buffy didn’t want him to come, but he had begged so she agreed.

Xander tried to stop laughing, “You’re right. I’m okay. Let’s go.” Buffy looked him up and down as the two continued down the hallway.

While Xander did enjoy checking her out, that wasn’t why he was laughing. For once, Xander knew something his super-powered little friend did not. Buffy was the Slayer and she had the strength of ten men packed into her little frame. Xander was always the second fiddle to her; always her sidekick and he hated it. Even their other friends had abilities that he could not match. Neither magic nor super strength, he was the weakest of them all.

When he had the offer to gain power, he was surprised at how fast he took it and how immediately his thoughts had turned to what to do to his best friend, Buffy. He had fantasized about her thousands of times, masturbating to the thoughts of her servicing him, being his sex slave. In recent months though his fantasies had become darker, about hurting her and he found them even more arousing.

For his part in the deal of power, he was given a book. He had read it last week and it had released a magic spell that transformed him. He had taken a few days to test his powers and then waited for the opportunity. Luring Buffy to the school, empty during the summer was perfect.

“Hey Buffy, you know, you have a really nice ass.” Xander told her staring at it.

“What?” Buffy said in disbelief at what she had heard. “Look. I don’t know what is wrong with you but… WHHHHOOOFFFFF!!!”

As Buffy had turned around, Xander had punched her in the gut. He had lifted her off her feet and knocked the wind from her. She dropped to the floor on her knees, hunched over, holding her stomach and trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t understand, that was one of the hardest punched she had ever felt.

“X-xanddder? What?” she didn’t understand.

“Shut up bitch! I’m tired of your crap. Tired of taking orders from you. Tired of you looking down your nose at me.” Xander spat at her.

Regaining some of her breath, “What? I never...” Her words were cut off as Xander grabbed her by the hair and flung her into the wall, cracking the plaster. Buffy slumped to the floor again from the force of the blow.

“How? Why?” she asked softly.

Xander crouched down next to her, “How? That’s none of your business. Why? Cause you’re a real bitch that’s why.”

Buffy regained her feet, and took a fighting stance to face her friend. “I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t want to hurt you. Let me help you. You’ve been put under a spell or something. You’re not yourself.”

“Oh, I am quite myself Buff.” He retorted.

He lunged at her and she blocked his arms with hers. She delivered a series of blows to him, not holding back. Several punches caught him in the gut and another two to his face. She was stunned when they seemed to have no effect at all. Xander just smiled at her.

He grabbed her by the T-shirt and slung her against the wall. Her back and head slammed into it, stunning her. Holding her hair with one hand, he pulled his other hand back and punched her in the stomach again, taking her breath for the second time. “Ooooooffff!!”

She started to fall forward, but he yanked her hair back harshly. “Urrrk!”

Three quick punches to her face left her dazed. He let her go and she fell to the floor with a ‘THUD!’

“Xander, stop, please, “ she begged lying at his feet. Xander smiled at her words, he had waited a long time to see her like this. Lifting her to her feet, he kicked her hard between her legs, the toe of his boot crunching into her vagina with only her jeans to protect her.

“AAAHHHHHH!!!” she squealed and grabbed her groin with both hands in tremendous pain. Xander looked at her satisfyingly for a second. She was standing hunched over, her knees locked together and her feet turned inwards and both hands holding her pussy. She had a grimace of pain on her face and was breathing in short pants.

Xander grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. Grabbing her from behind, he threw her through a door in the hall. The door splintered as Buffy’s body flew through it. Xander stepped into the cafeteria after her. She was trying to get to her feet but the blows she had taken were some of the hardest she had ever felt. Even her great strength and stamina was having trouble dealing with them. She was having trouble breathing and her face, crotch and stomach were all hurting her a great deal.

As she started to stand, Xander landed an uppercut to her face that sent her sprawling through the chairs of the cafeteria. She rolled to her hands and knees, a trail of blood dripping from her mouth.

“Fwooh.” Buffy spit two of her teeth out of her mouth. Just then Xander kicked her in the ribs. The kick cracked a bone and sent Buffy sliding across the floor.

“Uhng!” she was holding her chest when Xander knelt down onto her small body, straddling her ribcage.

“YEEEEEE!” she shrieked as his weight compacted the rib he had just broken. She reached up, trying to push him off. He grabbed her wrists and secured each underneath his knees, pinning them there.

“Please Xander Stop!” she begged. His response was to lift her head by the hair and slam it backwards into the hard tile floor, three times in quick succession. After the blows, she was barely conscious. Lifting her head again by the hair, he continued punching her in the face half a dozen times. Blood trickled from her broken nose.

Buffy was making slight whimpering noises as he climbed off her helpless form. Lifting her body easily, he swung her up onto his shoulder, where she hung limp. Taking her hair with his left hand and grabbing her cunt with his right, Xander flung her feet over head, and body-slammed her into one of the long tables used for feeding the high school students. “WHAM!”

She was on her back, eyes rolled back into her head, half-awake from the beating he had delivered. Her body was sprawled out and her head was hanging off the edge of the table, angled back exposing her throat. Xander punched downward, striking her right in the windpipe with his fist.

Buffy was immediately returned to full consciousness as her throat was almost crushed. She grabbed her throat with both hands and her body went into immediate convulsions, rolling side to side and over and over. The pain was incredible, when combined by the sensation of not being able to breathe, her body was in full revolt.

Xander stood back and watched his former best friend in what appeared to be her death throws as she violently jerked back and forth. After a minute or so of her not taking a single breath, Xander was actually worried that she might die. Not that he really cared much, but he wanted to punish her more.

“HHHHUUUUUUUUU” she finally seemed able to take a deep breath. She then collapsed, exhausted and crying from the pain. She was curled up slightly and Xander couldn’t help but admire her ass again. Then he suddenly realized that because of her jeans he could not get the best view of it.

Seeking to rectify that, Xander grabbed her pants with both hands and tore them down the middle, splitting the denim at the crotch. Yanking each separate pants leg down her legs and off he smiled at the sight of her nearly naked lower body, her only covering a light frilly pair of yellow panties. Grabbing her T-shirt, he tore it from her as well.

She was now wearing only her sneakers and panties. His cock had been hard from the first moment he had attacked her in the hall but he could swear it grew another two inches at the sight of her body, helpless and naked.

Stepping up onto the table, he lifted her by the hair to her feet. She was only half conscious and tears streamed down her face. Xander let his free hand explore her body, massaging her firm breasts, pinching her tiny pink nipples to the point she cried out in pain.

Next his hand slipped between her legs and three of his fingers found their way into the soft warmth of her cunt. She whimpered, she had never been treated so and being helpless and violated like this was unknown to her.

Finally, he withdrew his hand and slapped her on the ass with such force that his hand left whelps. “AAIIIEEEEEE!” she shrieked as she felt the horrible sting of the spanking.

Turning her towards him and bending her over at the waist, Xander twisted both her arms behind her back. Now her face was pointed straight into his crotch. Sliding her head between his legs, he clamped down with his thighs around her skull. Xander had always been a fan of professional wrestling. Leaping up several feet into the air, he lifted her with him. Lifting his legs in mid-air, he placed them behind her back as they fell.

Buffy could do nothing other than watch as the cafeteria table shot upwards and slammed into her face. Xander’s weight hit her a second later, crashing her head through the table, breaking it and sending them both to the floor below, where her face was smashed for a second time.

As the dust from the crash cleared, Xander was still holding her wrists behind her and straddling her head. Her small body was twitching and her legs were kicking up and down slightly.

Reaching down, he grabbed her panties and yanked them harshly, pulling them into her ass crack and cunt and finally tearing them off her. Standing up, he lifted her to her feet. She was crying. Her nose was at an odd angle and was clearly broken from the table and floor hitting it.

“Why Xander? Why are you doing this? Stop please. It’s not too la..Urk!” Xander punched her square between the tits, launching her twenty feet and slamming her into the wall, leaving a girl-sized indentation in it.

Lifting her again, Xander twisted her left arm unnaturally. He kept applying pressure until he heard a loud “POP” and the top bone of her arm popped free from her shoulder socket.

“AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!” Buffy screamed again at a new level. Her small body was being slowly torn apart. Xander followed up dislocating her shoulder by lifting his foot and kicking her in the side of her knee. It was bent inward, dropping her to her knees on the floor, shattered.

Buffy started crawling away. Xander could have easily stopped her, but he was enjoying the sight of her wiggling ass as she crawled too much. As she reached the door out of the cafeteria, she reached out to for the freedom the exit represented. Before she could get out though, Xander shot forward at blinding speed and grabbed her by the hair again.

He swung her up, lifting her small body over his head. He held her by the neck in his left hand and her crotch in his right. He brought her body down in front of him as he dropped to one knee. His extended leg caught her in the small of the back and he pushed down with each hand bending her small body over his thigh. Before she stopped, her back was formed into an upside down “U” shape and a loud “CRACK!” was heard followed by a feminine scream of pain.

She rolled off his leg and onto the tile floor, unable to move and whimpering. “How you doing Buff? Ready for round two?” Xander, laughing, took her by the hair and drug her across the floor toward one of the tables. Lifting her body, he held her up while he unzipped his jeans and his erect cock sprang out.

‘See Buff, increased strength isn’t the only new thing that I got.’ Xander was pleased to see her eyes get wide when she looked down at the size of his organ. It was at least 10 inches long and as big around as her wrist.

‘I’m going to enjoy introducing you to it.’ With that, he bent her over the edge of the table and held her by the hair with one hand while he stood behind her.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for years Buffy,” he whispered into her ear as he let his cock move up and down in her ass crack but not penetrating her yet. “I want to see if you’re as sweet a piece of ass as I’ve always imagined.”

“Xander, no don’t,” she begged as he positioned him self behind her. “No, please,” she said as she felt the tip of his cock slide into her pussy. Xander moved it up and down a few times between her cunt lips. “Please don’t,” she whimpered and struggled slightly but he held her fast.

“No, no, n-no, no, don’t, no, please,” she kept begging as he thrust deep into her. “NOOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed as loud as she could as he violated her. “OH GOD NO!” she was weeping hysterically. “STOP, YOU’RE RAPING ME!!!”

Xander inhaled deeply, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. “God! This feels so good!” he cried out. He moved his hips slowly at first savoring the slick, silky, wetness of her cunt. He started pumping her harder, slamming his hips into her ass over and over. If he had not been holding her by the hair, he might have tossed her over the table with the force of his thrusting.

After a few minutes, Buffy was weeping uncontrollably and squealing and Xander felt the beginnings of his orgasm. Wrapping his arms around her neck he constricted them hard, putting her in a chokehold. Her cries were quickly cut off, as was her air. Buffy began clawing and grabbing at his arms, trying to break his hold. Her face began turning bright red and her mouth formed a silent scream.

“Unnnggghhhh Unnnggghhhh Unnnggghhhh!” he was grunting as he came inside her. A few seconds later, the petite blond went limp in his arms, passed out from lack of air. He let her go and she fell face first into the table, her body totally limp. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pumped her cunt hard, enjoying the final moments of his orgasm, milking all the cum he could into her.

Stepping back, Xander admired her ass. Buffy started coming to slowly, still groggy. Xander grabbed Buffy by the hair and flung her over the counters and into the kitchen, where she crashed through a rack of pots before landing with a thud on the floor. Xander quickly leapt over the counter after her. Buffy was trying to get up.

‘P-please Xander, it’s not too late. Stop this. Please don’t kill me.’

‘Kill you Buff?’ Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. That would just call up another slayer. I don’t want that, but I need to make sure you can’t interfere with my plans.’

Xander grabbed Buffy by the throat and slammed her into the concrete wall, holding her there. Kicking her legs open, he then drove his knee into her crotch. She shrieked and grabbed her pussy. Xander let her go and she dropped to her knees.

He stepped around behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck again, re-applying the chokehold. Holding her head between his arms and hands, he made a quick jerking motion to the right side, twisting her neck quickly.

There was a loud ‘SNAP’ sound as he did it and Buffy went limp. For a second he was afraid he had killed her, but he then realized she was still breathing. He let her go and she slumped to the floor. He had broken her neck perfectly, she was paralyzed.

He smiled, “Perfect. This way, no new slayer, but you’re out of the way.” Before he left her there, he couldn’t resist raping her again, although he had to admit it wasn’t as much fun knowing that she couldn’t feel him fucking her.

She was found in the cafeteria a day later and taken to a hospital. Willow and Giles came to see her. Willow nearly burst out into tears at the sight of Buffy laid up in a bed, tubes in her mouth and a respirator breathing for her. No one knew where Xander had gone to, but Giles said the Watchers Council would look for him. They would just have to do it without the vampire slayer for the time being.

A month later Faith was found beaten, raped and near death just as Buffy had been found. It was obvious Xander had gotten to her as well.


Epilogue:

About six months had passed since Xander had paralyzed Buffy. She was in a care center for disabled people, most from diseases or car accidents. She was totally helpless; unable to move any part of her body or take care of her self in any way.

The Watcher’s Council had debated what to do. At the urging of Giles, they had decided to leave her be. But things had changed since then. Over the past few months, the forces of darkness had heard that the slayer was out of commission and had begun attacking. All over the world, incidents of demons and vampires were increasing.

A man in a white doctor’s coat and carrying a clipboard walked down the hallway of the medical center. Looking to make sure no one saw him, he slipped into Buffy’s room. She was sitting up and staring at the television at whatever program the nurse had left on.

“Sorry Miss Summers, but I’m afraid the Council has decided we need a new slayer and you have outlived your usefulness.” As he spoke he drew a pistol with a silencer from under his coat. He pointed it at her and fired three rounds into her chest and a fourth into her forehead. Buffy slumped forward, dead. The assassin quickly made his way out of the hospital. Once the Council heard it was done they began to look for signs of the new slayer.