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Buffy awakens, bound in an X-position with her arms and legs strapped in a tough, sturdy leather. It's not very comfortable, but it keeps her in place. The darkness is roughly split by a crack in the cellar door, allowing three silhouettes to clamber down the cellar stairs. The first silhouette has longer hair, the one in the middle has a pixie-like cut that flares out at the sides, and the third silhouette, like the first, seems to have longer hair. Stepping into the light from the cellar door, Buffy looks through squinted vision to see three pale women. From left to right stand the notorious Cullens, Rosalie, Alice, and Esme Cullen.

"How... did I get here? Where am I?" Buffy squints through the sharp blade of light.

"Welcome to Forks!" Alice, the middle vampire chimes.

"Don't welcome her... she's the enemy," Rosalie crosses her arms, her pale blonde hair making her resting-bitch-face all the more intimidating.

Buffy's eyes adjust, focusing on the last woman, Esme, who smiles motherly at her, How did I get here already? "Washington? Let me go... you have no idea who I am!"

"We know who you are, Buffy Summers," Esme says, her voice soft, yet firm, like a disappointed mother gently scolding her own child. "You're a vampire slayer."

"You get why we can't just let you people run around, right?" Rosalie sneers.

"Rose... take your sister and go upstairs," Esme commands softly, her amber eyes not breaking contact with Buffy's gentle, worried green. Rosalie does as she's told and takes Alice upstairs, leaving Esme alone with their hostage. "What are you doing here in Forks, Buffy?"

"I wasn't supposed to arrive for another day or..."

"Answer the question, please, Ms. Summers," Esme commands in her motherly tone. She places her hands on her hips and steps closer, her caramel, shoulder-length hair bouncing lightly in loose waves. She's dressed in a blue zip-hoodie and black and blue argyle leggings with black boots on; she has the very description of "mom attire" on, making her seem a bit less threatening. Her voice, though stern, carries a note of tough love. "You're a vampire slayer... you're here to slay us, aren't you?"

"No! I mean... a-are you guys like... bad guys?" Buffy asks, straining in her cuffs.

"That all depends," Esme says, looking the girl up and down, admiring her physique, feeling a bit bad. "I'm not sure why Rosalie decided it would be a good idea to strip you rather than just take your weapons or... whatever you might have."

"Or you could just let me go and we can talk!" Buffy struggles again.

"We can't trust you just yet," Esme says softly as Alice returns to the cellar, holding a folded wad of clothes. "I told you to go back upstairs."

"I thought she might be cold," Alice smiles softly.

"I am! And I'm also not..."

Esme interrupts, "Silent... please... I'll go talk to Carlisle. I'm sorry, Ms. Summers, we just can't take any chances. The Volturi," she looks at Alice, "If they learn we have a vampire slayer..."

"Don't worry," Alice ensures, "They don't know. I could see, they don't know."

"Good," Esme, backs away closer to the cellar stairs. "Alice, be careful."

"You don't need to be! I'm not here for you!" Buffy calls. "God, It's like I'm not even here. Alice, is your name?"

"Yeah!" she says cheerfully, "We learned all about Slayers... and we know all your powers and tricks!" Alice playfully lifts the clothes so Buffy can see them, "Bu-u-u-ut," she says in sing-song, "I come bearing clothes!"

"A sweater, I hope... it's cold down here," Buffy groans.

Alice blushes a little, "I can tell... your nipples are solid!"

"Excuse me!" Buffy says, unable to cross her legs nor can she cover herself in any regard. "I don't... I don't think that's your business!"

"Well you're right here for all to see..." Alice moves a bit closer, "You know they... say a Slayer tastes really good."

"Don't you dare!"

Alice shakes her head, "I'm not going to bite you. I'm a vegetarian... we only take animal blood. You know, deer, mostly. It's good, but it's... like a diet you get used to."

"So then... w-what did you mean..."

"I mean..." Alice leans forward, opening her mouth and pressing her cold tongue against Buffy's hard, plump nipple, making her moan. She licks the nipple into her mouth, sucking hard before releasing, the nipple blushing even harder, "...you taste really good."

Buffy immediately feels butterflies in her stomach as Alice kisses the other nipple, popping it into her mouth as she did with the first one. Buffy can feel her pussy reacting, her clit throbbing a bit as goosebumps form over her chilly, sensitive skin. Alice runs her hands down the toned Slayer's sides, letting go of the second nipple as she trails kisses down to the former cheerleader's athletic, toned stomach. Buffy's pussy quivers inside, throbbing and lubricating as Alice kisses lower.

"I have a boyfriend... I really shouldn't," she gets down on her knees before the suspended Slayer, "but I think maybe Jasper would find it hot if he caught me sucking the clit of a gorgeous vampire Slayer," Alice teases, her ice cold fingertips leaving a chilly trail as she drags them down to Buffy's warm, bare pussy. "You're shiny down here, Buffy... are you excited?"

"It's physiological," Buffy says, trying to stifle her heavy breathing. She feels Alice parting her lips, only to press hers against her hard clit. "Aagh," Buffy moans, feeling the kiss. Chills run up her spine as Alice kisses again, sucking the clit into her mouth and releasing it gently, savoring Buffy's flavor as she moans.

"It's so warm," she whispers, hissing lightly as she licks and sucks a little harder, feeling her own body begin to quiver. "Mmgh... Rosalie says not to be nice to you," Alice moans softly, reaching down and lifting her skirt to reveal her bare vampire pussy. On her knees, she spreads her thighs apart, showing off her pale lips and opening them to expose her own clit, hard and blushing, shimmering with slick juices. "So I guess I'll just have to play by myself."

Buffy watches in a growing sexually frustrated agony as Alice plays with her own pussy. The sounds of her fingers getting dampened with her juices are captivating and her soft, little moans are to die for. Buffy can't look away, meeting Alice's gaze only once or twice before fixating completely on the bubbly vampire's delicious cunt. Alice moans softly as she rubs her aching clit in circles, reaching a hand up her frilly-sleeved blouse, feeling her own chest, massaging a nipple between her icy cold fingers.

"Please... I'll be quiet," Buffy begs softly.

Alice looks surprised, "Oh, you want me to eat you out?" Alice giggles, shy, "How dirty of us... well... I... mmgh..." Alice moves her legs wider apart to show off her playing; "I love playing for you though... don't you like watching?"

"So much..." Buffy makes fists in her restraints, "Please..."

"I mean... maybe I could this once," Alice moves closer, back onto her knees as her pussy throbs under her fingers. She keeps rubbing herself, feeling her juices flow as she fingers her tight hole, pulling the juices toward her clit. Buffy can hear how wet she is and it makes her pussy tremble. She squirms, unable to move well. Alice presses her lips against Buffy's pussy again, taking her by a mouthful, using her tongue to broadly lick and lap at her juicy slit, listening to her moan softly.

Buffy leans her head back, shifting her hips forward and pressing harder against Alice's mouth, "Aagh yes... it feels so good! Mmmgh," she moans, her juices flowing harder as Alice licks, slurping the young woman's pussy lips playfully before flicking and licking at her warm, delicious clit again. All she can do is moan, feeling herself closer to cumming, only to be startled by Alice's own gasps.

"Mmgh!" she pulls away, "Ooh, I'm gonna cum," she whispers, still on her knees as she looks up at Buffy, blushing as she rubs harder, "My wet pussy is going to burst... I'm... so close!"

"Why did you stop?" Buffy huffs, her clit throbbing like mad.

Alice doesn't answer, she only bites her lip, looking at Buffy with bedroom eyes as she uses her middle and ring fingers on her right hand to rapidly massage her clit. Before long, the horny vampire can only pant, rubbing herself harder as she makes eye contact with the blonde before her. She feels a small, babbling spritz as her orgasm crashes over her. Alice can feel her clit pulsating rapidly under her fingers as it spasms in sweet release, drenched in her silky cum.

"Wh-what..." Buffy blushes, her pussy still damp and aching.

"That felt so good," Alice giggles, standing up and lifting her juice fingers to Buffy's mouth, "I tasted you... so now you get to taste me." She smooths out her skirt back over her knees while Buffy hesitates, "Go on... don't be like that, silly. Go ahead... I know you want it."

She parts her lips, accepting Alice's juicy fingers into her mouth, tasting her sweet, pungently delightful flavor. Buffy begins to lick and suckle on Alice's fingers until she can taste nothing. Alice pulls her faerie-like fingers away from Buffy's mouth with a smirk, smoothing her skirt and wiping the other hand dry.

"Wait... what about me?" Buffy blushes, "I won't tell, please, I... let me out of here and I'll..."

"You'll what, exactly?" says Rosalie's voice as she zips to Alice's side almost instantly with super speed. "Alice, go upstairs... and clean yourself up," she says, her own amber eyes not leaving Buffy for a second. "Leave me with the Slayer... I'll dress her."

"Sorry..." Alice blushes at Rosalie, leaving with a light bounce in her prance.

"And don't think I won't tell Esme!" Rosalie calls to Alice, not breaking her dagger-stare with Buffy. "Then there were two."

Is this really the best idea? I'm a vampire Slayer. I can take all of you!" Buffy huffs, still blushing, her body still singing. Who am I kidding? I want Alice to come back. I want to finish!

"Yep," Rosalie says dismissively, "So were you close?" she asks. "You sure sounded like you were getting close. It would be a shame if someone were to bring you to the brink of an orgasm only to leave you be. Seems sex is the one thing that can overpower a Slayer, huh?"

Rosalie approaches the timid Buffy, placing a hand on her cheek as she blushes. "Flesh... warm... blood..." she says with remorse, "I remember these. I remember feeling warm. Do you like feeling warm, Buffy?"

Buffy can only look into Rosalie's sorrowful, amber eyes and nod. There's something about the blonde vampire that makes the Slayer feel... small. Small in the sense that she's almost powerless under Rosalie's touch. Could there be a bit of compassion?

"I um... that other girl..."

"Alice. I'm Rosalie... our mother is Esme. How do you not know that?"

"I'm telling you. I'm not here for you!"

Rosalie shakes her head lightly, "Then... why are you here?"

"You all brought me here!" Buffy shouts, pulling against the restraints.

"Careful!" The vampiress wraps her fingers around Buffy's throat without warning, grinning, exposing her fangs a bit; they peek through her red painted lips as she parts them. "No need to act out, Summers," her voice softens as she loosens her grip, dragging her touch softly down Buffy's collarbone and onto her chest, just over a pec, barely touching a breast, "Mm... I think I see what Alice sees in you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Buffy tries again to cross her legs to no avail. She keeps touching me. She breathes harder, looking deeply into Rosalie's eyes. "I mean..."

"Bossy... I can be bossier. It's best to just answer all my questions," Rosalie sounds distracted as she eyeballs Buffy's body, dragging her hands down over Buffy's left breast. To her amusement, the chill of her curious touch gives Buffy goosebumps. Rosalie begins to remove her denim jacket, letting it fall to the floor. She unbuttons her blouse, exposing her porcelain, perfect breasts. They're larger than Alice's and her areolas are a bit darker. Her gaze is hyperfocused on Buffy's breasts as she returns to touching them, her jeans still low-risen, her boots clacking softly against the cellar floor impatiently. "Well... no matter," she leans down to a nipple, popping it into her mouth, a little more firmly than Alice, releasing it with a hard pop. "Mmm..."

The Slayer breathes heavily, "Please... I'll let you do whatever you want," she begs, "just let me go and I won't tell anyone any of this."

"It's a tempting offer," Rosalie smirks, "and you are really pretty. A sweet, pretty girl," she gets closer, her breasts pressing against Buffy's as she smirks, "Esme wants to have a word with you, but... not before I have my fun. I'm sure Emmett won't mind if I just..." Rosalie presses her lips against Buffy's, feeling the Slayer's warm lips against hers. She's so warm... it isn't fair, but I want it. She breaks the kiss, kneeling down to unbuckle Buffy's ankles. "If you swear you're not running away..."

"I won't. I'll do anything. Please," Buffy blushes, "A-anything," she says softly, looking at Rosalie with bedroom eyes, scared, aroused. Unbelievable.

"Good girl," Rosalie praises, an elated smile streaking her otherwise serious expression. After both ankle restraints are undone, Rosalie runs her hands up Buffy's body as she stands, reaching for the cuffs around her wrists. "Here's what you're gonna do..."

Buffy sits on her knees before Rosalie, the pale porcelain doll stroking the Slayer's hair as she looks up at the vampiress' eyes. Her gaze trails down Rosalie's body, admiring her supple, shapely breasts and even her toned stomach. Her pussy twitches as she kneels, the heat of her sex radiating onto her heels. She leans forward, looking closer at Rosalie's well-trimmed pubic hair, feeling the vampire's grip tighten on the top of her head.

"Good girl... lick," Rosalie commands, using her free hand to spread open her pussy lips, exposing a hardened clitoris. As Buffy blushes harder, she kisses Rosalie's pussy, her tongue lightly grazing the clit. "Aagh... mmm, yes," Rosalie whispers, breathing a bit faster.

Listening to the vampire moan, Buffy kisses a bit harder, her own pussy throbbing in delight as Rosalie scratches gently against Buffy's scalp with her nails, massaging passionately, like praising a dog. Rosalie moans softly, careful to keep her voice down as her slick pussy throbs under Buffy's skillful tongue.

"You've done this before," Like a pleased tigress, Rosalie groans, "Even if you don't talk, your mouth can still be useful."

Buffy smirks and looks up, "I'm not hiding anything," she nods her head back down only for it to be snatched back up; she's forced to look at Rosalie's displeased gaze.

"Sorry?" Rosalie smirks, "I think you mean Ma'am."

"Yes, Ma'am," Buffy corrects, hissing through a mild sting of a strangely pleasurable pain. "I'm not hiding anything, Ma'am," she moans, feeling her clit throb even harder. This is so hot! I feel like I'm on fire! I want her to let me cum! I want to make her cum! Buffy is forced back into Rosalie's pussy, pressed hard against the vampire's icy clit, her hot saliva driving the vampiress absolutely mad.

Rosalie tilts her head back, the hot sensation washing over her from head to toe as she hangs her jaw open. Her nipples are hardened like her clit. Buffy flicks her tongue around Rosalie's clit, slowly lifting a finger and inserting it, feeling the chill around her finger, and yet Rosalie's juices are slick as her own. She inserts another finger as she licks, listening to the vampiress moan as she slowly plunges her fingers in and out. Buffy curls her fingers and massages Rosalie's g-spot as she licks her clit a little more aggressively; their moans fill the cellar along with the sounds of wet flesh on Buffy's hot, wet tongue.

Rosalie pets Buffy's head again, praising, "Good girl, Buffy... just like that. Keep licking for me. Mmmgh that's... s-so good!" She massages her own breasts as she hisses lightly though her fangs, her clit throbbing and bouncing. "Mmgh... don't stop," Rosalie moans, "I'm... I'm almost... y-you're doing so good. Keep going... yes..."

Buffy presses her lips harder against Rosalie's pussy, the desire to touch herself growing even worse. She tingles and aches for attention, forbidden to touch it. Determined to receive a reward of some kind, she greedily laps and sucks at Rosalie's slit, her clit massaged and suckled on with vigor and passion.

"I'm... I'm going to... Buffy," Rosalie twitches lightly, pressing Buffy harder into her pussy, throbbing against Buffy's lips and around her fingers. "I'm cumming!" Rosalie inhales deeply, tossing her head back as her clit pulsates like mad, her insides throbbing and her juices flowing hard over the Slayer's fingers as she pulls them out. "Mmmgh, taste me, Buffy. Taste what you did... that's your good girl treat," she says in a resting-bitch tone, smiling down at the nude, lewd mortal. Her shimmering, grooling pussy looks delicious even still as Buffy squirms, dissatisfied and horny.

"Please, Ma'am... please. It's so wet..." Buffy breathes heavily, begging for release, "I want it so bad... please!"

"Put those clothes on... Alice brought them down to warm you up. Now you'll be twice as warm," she says, catty as ever as she picks her clothing up off the floor, fixing herself up neatly, and purring as she walks away, "Stay, girl... and if I've learned that you've escaped, it won't be as fun as it was a minute ago. And no playing."

Buffy is left alone in the cellar to put her clothes on. Alice left her something rather cute, a short, blue dress with frilled, puffy sleeves and lace around the hem. There's a white accent apron that fits perfectly around her waist and a pair of stockings. The only thing missing is a pair of undergarments.

The cellar door opens again, and this time it's Esme who zooms immediately into view. "I heard what Rosalie did, I'm terribly sorry. Carlisle says there must be a misunderstanding and Edward..." she sighs, "never mind..." She is even more stunning up close, even if her glare of disappointment is intimidating. She holds out a hand to help Buffy to her feet, "Are the clothes we gave you comfortable enough? Alice says if you like it, you can keep it."

"It's cute, but... she forgot to leave me um..." Buffy blushes up at the woman, shy and ashamed. "And the other two... they teased me so hard and..."

Esme pulls Buffy into a hug, smothering the girl in her supple, loving bosom, petting the back of her head, "There there, sweet girl... we'll get you sorted. Come on this way."

Buffy is taken to a spot far in the trees where a bench can be found near a small fountain. "This has been here for a while... it's a decent hike in the woods for most people, but I come here to think, among other things." Esme sits on the bench and pats the spot next to her. "Come sit."

Buffy obeys, flattening the skirt over her exposed ass before she sits on the bench. "It's peaceful out here. I... assume you brought me out here to talk about why I needed to come here?"

"No, that's sorted out now. I came here..." Esme reaches for Buffy's skirt, slifting it slowly above her thigh, "to give you a reward for being a very good girl for Mommy."

"M-mommy?" Buffy whispers, her pussy trembling as her juices begin flowing again, a small spritz of her arousal soaking the backside of the skirt. Esme's fingers are cold, just like Alice's and Rosalie's, but her touch is much more loving. "Yes, I've been good..."

"Mmm... and a good girl gets rewarded, doesn't she?" Esme says, inching her fingers closer to Buffy's swelling, dampening pussy lips. As she places her finger on Buffy's slit, she feels the warmth searing her finger. It sends goosebumps down her body and immediately her pussy begins to ache for relief. "Ooh, honey, you are so soaked. Those girls were so mean to you!"

"Mommy," Buffy huffs in heat, "please... make it better..." she opens her legs before the babbling fountain, draping her left leg over Esme's right, allowing Esme to reach over and caress the Slayer's aching, hot pussy with her right hand. "Aagh, yes..." she moans, "please..." she whispers. God, please! Let me cum! She prays.

"Such a good girl... very good!" Esme praises, her tone genuine and loving. She caresses Buffy's clit with two soaked fingers, tempted to lean down and lick her clear of all her juices. She's soaked from being played with so hard. The poor girl would taste so delicious. It makes me ache. She presses her thighs together, calming her pulsating clit. "That's it, Buffy, let it all out."

"Aagh, aa-aa-aagh!" she moans, pressing her pussy harder against Esme's fingers which circle her clit carefully, lovingly, and slowly. "Thank you, Mommy! Y-yes! A-aagh, God, it's... s-so good! I need... t-to cum... Mommy!" she moans as Esme rubs harder and a little faster.

Esme adds a third finger, gently slapping Buffy's clit as she coos, "Oo-oo-ooh, yes, Buffy, my sweet girl, keep singing for me," She starts to breathe heavier, resisting the urge to touch herself, determined the edging will make for interesting lovemaking with Carlisle, and even so, now is about her sweet new baby, Buffy. "You sound so sexy, so pretty when you sing for Mommy like this!"

"Aagh, ye-yes!" Buffy moans, putty in the Cullen woman's hands, her icy fingertips caressing and loving Buffy's clit in faster circles. "Mommy," Buffy looks Esme in the eyes, feeling the sensation building, "Mommy, I wanna cum," she begs, "Please, Mommy!" she grips the skirt of her dress, raising it shyly to her chin as her juices thicken while her clit throbs harder, "Mommy I'm..."

"Cum for me, babygirl... that's right," Esme whispers, "Cum for me, sweet girl!"

"Ha-aa-aagh!" Buffy moans longingly, her eyes locking with Esme Cullen's as her clit throbs like mad, dancing beneath Esme's fingers with joy and bliss as orgasm crashes over Buffy's limp, helpless, satisfied entirety. "M-mommy! Mm-mma-aa-aa-agh!"

"Very good, sweetheart," Esme smiles, bringing the Slayer's juices to her lips and licking them clean. "You did a very good job... now..." she sighs longingly, aroused, and very much ready for her husband's company, "Let's get you your clothes, my love."