Succumbing to Nightmares (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Succumbing to Nightmares (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

A/N: Succumbing to Nightmares was a commissioned one shot originally written back in January of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: In the Season 1 episode "Nightmares" Buffy's greatest fear is becoming a vampire. In this story, her greatest fear is becoming a vampire's plaything.

Themes: Mind Break, Gangbang, Rough Sex

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"We need to find Buffy, right? If anyone is going to be able to stop this whole nightmare thing, it's gotta be the Slayer yeah?"

As usual, Xander makes a poignant point, standing over the body of the clown that he just cold-cocked. Willow and Giles can only nod, the older gentleman proud of Xander for facing his fear, and Willow just a little turned on at seeing her childhood friend stand up for himself for once. The three of them have finally come together after an evening from hell, as more and more nightmares have manifested themselves in reality all day long.

It seems that everyone's worst fears all across Sunnydale are coming true, strangely enough. From Xander ending up in nothing but his underwear back at school, to Giles no longer being able to read, to Willow finding herself starring in an opera and getting stage fright. Unfortunately, while they'd all managed to come together now, there was one among their number that was still missing, ostensibly the most important one.

Swallowing thickly as he looks around the cemetery, Giles clears his throat.

"Mr. Harris is right. We need to locate Buffy immediately. I'm just not sure what the best way to do that is, whether we should stick together or..."

Before he can voice the final bit, 'split up', Willow lets out an anguished wail and covers her mouth with her hands, pointing at a nearby gravestone. Both Giles and Xander look over and are equally as horrified as the young redhead to find Buffy Summers carved into the stone.

"B-Buffy?! No!"

As Xander voices his anguish in the form of denial, Giles pales.

"This... this is my nightmare. My greatest nightmare. That I will let Buffy down... that I will let her die."

In another timeline, in another universe, this moment of brutal honesty from Buffy's Watcher would be followed by Buffy herself crawling out of the grave as her greatest nightmare... a vampire. But this is not that universe, and Buffy is not in the grave. As they all stand there for a moment, Xander finally finds his voice.

"Then... then maybe Buffy isn't dead? Maybe it's just the nightmares messing with us. We just... we just have to go find her."

"Y-Yeah... Buffy can't be gone. She's fine, wherever she is! We just need to look for her!"

And so, the two younger people pull a distraught Giles away from the tombstone, unaware that Buffy Summers is no less than a hundred feet from their position. And while she isn't dead... she'll certainly wish she was very soon.

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"HELP! HEEEELP!"

As Buffy bangs against the inner doors of the mausoleum, trying and failing to get out, nobody outside hears her and deep down inside, she knows it. The stone is too thick by far, and she's effectively trapped. Unfortunately, she's not alone. A moment later, her pleas for help are cut off by a hand suddenly on the back of her head, while another grabs her by the wrist, both clawing at her and dragging her back from the large stone doors.

"Silly little girl. No one's coming to help you..."

Buffy can only sob as she fights uselessly against the vampire's hold. His hands are soon joined by his fellows, all clawing and groping at her small slender form as she flails about in their grasp but to no avail. In another timeline, her nightmare was made manifest by the Master burying her alive, and then by her becoming a vampire.

But just as the pain is starting to overwhelm her, just as consciousness is starting to flee her, the first vampire begins to cum down her throat. Because this is not a normal vampire, but instead a nightmare manifested entirely by Buffy's worst fears, his words hold more truth to them then they otherwise would. His seed, nothing like an actual vampire's seed, hits Buffy's tongue and before she knows it, she's swallowing it down like there's no tomorrow because it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted.

She gulps and gulps as the first vampire groans, his hand still clutching at her head, his fingers still laced through her hair. She swallows every last drop of his cum as a result of the glorious taste, and when she's done and he pulls back out of her throat, she's not relieved as expected, but downright craving more. When the fourth vampire takes over for him a moment later, the cock replaced with a fresh one, Buffy is a lot more enthusiastic about sucking it.

"Fuuuck, this little slut is too damn eager! Her mouth is like a vacuum!"

"Hah, her cunt is starting to clench up more as well!"

"Ass too! That's it you filthy sow, take our fucking cocks like the toy you are!"

And Buffy does. Part of her is horrified, and tears continue to stream down her face uninterrupted. But part of her is falling in love with the taste, with the pain, and even with the burgeoning pleasure. It doesn't help that the more Buffy gives in, the more she enjoys it. It doesn't help that the more she just... goes with the flow, the less painful her gang rape becomes. The vampires fuck her hard and abuse her to their heart's content there's no doubt about that, but all in all, Buffy finds herself going along with it, even enjoying it as she cries out in an ugly manner and begins to orgasm around the cock in her twat, her pussy walls clenching and gushing with feminine arousal.

They pass her around for what feels like hours. At one point, she thinks she sees Billy again, but he takes one look at what's being done to her and flees. The boy is the key to stopping all of this, intellectually Buffy knows that... but why would she want it to stop? Moaning like a wanton little vampire whore, the Slayer bobs up and down on the cock in her throat while gyrating her hips back and forth between the two cocks constantly invading her cunt and ass.

The gangbang continues well into the morning, with Buffy's stomach, womb, and bowels all getting filled with copious amounts of vampire seed. Until quite suddenly... it's all gone. Not just the seed sticking up her insides and filling her orifices... but the vampires themselves as well.

Slumping down on the floor of the mausoleum, Buffy can feel that the strength and power of a Vampire Slayer has been returned to her. Whatever had been causing Sunnydale to turn into such a horror house of nightmares and worst fears has been defeated or fixed or whatever. But Buffy... Buffy can only think one thing. She needs more. She needs... she needs a master. A vampire master of course, one to force her to submit, one to use her and abuse her before eventually discarding her.

She can't go back to being the Slayer after this. No one could.

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Needless to say, while it was extremely touch and go, the Scoobies had finally saved the day, all without every finding their wayward Slayer. Eventually, the spirit of the young boy in a coma had come to them and Xander, Willow, and Giles had managed to defeat the ugly man and wake Billy up. Billy's coach was arrested, and all was well that ended well if one discounted the several deaths all across Sunnydale that had occurred because some people couldn't overcome their fears.

In all of this however, none of the Scoobies say hide or hair of Buffy. Not that night, and not the morning after. Even as they all looked for her at school and even at her home, she was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, as Xander, Willow, and Giles were desperately searching for the Slayer, Buffy had found someone of her own. And as she approaches the true Master in his hidden lair deep beneath Sunnydale, there's a gratified smile on her face as she disrobes, dropping the trench coat she'd picked up to reveal her naked, nubile young flesh.

The utterly broken Slayer collapses to her hands and knees and crawls forward to service the Master with her mouth, even as the ancient vampire lets her do so, watching on in a mixture of amusement and bemusement over the fact that he hadn't actually had to do ANYTHING to bring the latest Slayer to her knees.

As she dutifully sucks his cock, he splays an ancient and decrepit clawed hand over her blonde locks and hums his approval. This was where all of the human cattle, Slayers included, belonged after all. On their knees, serving their betters. It was good, if a bit strange, that Ms. Summers had somehow learned that. All was exactly as it should be.

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