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Sarah Michelle Gellar: For The Millions
by YourGhost (Ilikeknives@msn.com)

***

Sarah Michelle Gellar goes to a meeting with fans only 
to discover that they have more on their minds than 
just getting her autograph. (MMF, mf, nc, rp, v, 
parody)

***

Sarah Michelle Gellar sat at the kitchen table of her 
brand new Brentwood apartment, sipping coffee and 
smoking a cigarette and musing over how grand her life 
had finally become. Well, not exactly grand, but now 
that she was out of the trap of doing soap operas and 
actually had the starring role in a prime time 
television show, she was definitely on the way to 
grandness. Sure, the network was only a few years old 
and still in its embryonic stage, but the first season 
had just ended and from all reports her show, Buffy the 
Vampire Slayer, was already a huge hit. There was a ton 
of money to be made, and for the foreseeable future she 
was the one who was going to be making it.

She'd already made quite a load already. Her original 
contract was for scale, but just a few weeks ago Lou, 
her agent, had gotten the network brass to "modify" it, 
and now the money was rolling in. Hence, the brand new 
apartment, and all the new furniture, and the sweet 
Porsche in the parking garage. Of course, that wasn't 
entirely paid for yet, but that wasn't the point; the 
point was that, aside from the typical types of 
problems and headaches that came along with being a 
Hollywood starlet, she had nothing more to worry about.

From her place in the kitchen she heard the bedroom 
door open, then heard the sound of someone moving 
through the short hallway. Sara continued to smoke and 
sip at her coffee as the sound of someone peeing into 
the toilet met her ears, then the flush, then water 
running in the sink. A few moments later, just as she 
was crushing out her cigarette in her ashtray, she 
heard the sound of someone coming through the living 
room toward the kitchen. Sarah sat back in her chair, 
put her hands in her lap, and smiled.

"Hey, babe," Joss Whedon said as he came in. He barely 
glanced at her as he made his way over to the 
coffeepot.

"Hey," Sarah replied. "You get enough sleep last 
night?"

"Hardly," Joss answered. "Some gorgeous blonde wanted 
me to fuck her brains out."

Sarah giggled and said, "Well, I hope she was worth all 
that trouble. Was she?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"You suppose?"

Joss poured himself a cup of coffee, carried it over to 
the table, leaned down to kiss Sarah casually on the 
lips, then sat down across from her.

"Alright, I confess," he said. "It wasn't a complete 
waste of my time and energy. In fact, I'd even do it 
again if I had to."

"That's good," Sarah said with a devilish grin, 
"because I get the feeling you're going to have to real 
soon."

Joss returned her grin with his own affectionate one 
and said, "I love you, Sarah."

"I love you too, Joss. And if I didn't have to go do 
this dumb publicity thing, I'd be dragging you back to 
bed right now. Hell, I wouldn't have gotten up in the 
first place."

It was all true; Sarah had originally started fucking 
Joss, the creator of the Buffy character and the 
producer of her show, in order to get the part, and 
then later to keep it, but over time she'd found she 
not only liked having sex with him, she'd fallen in 
love with him.

"When do you have to leave?"

Sarah checked her watch. "About fifteen more minutes. 
Not even half as much time as I'd need."

Joss sipped at his coffee, then sat back in his chair 
and said, "Maybe you need that much time, but my needs 
can be met in, say, five minutes. If you know what I 
mean." He batted his eyebrows at her like Groucho Marx.

"That's not very fair, Joss You want me to give you 
some special sugar and I don't get any in return."

Joss shrugged. "You said yourself, you don't have time 
for that. I'm just trying to keep you on schedule."

"What if I don't want to?" Sarah asked, crossing her 
arms in front of her chest.

"Don't be silly," Joss said. "You love sucking my 
cock."

Sarah laughed and said, "Yeah, I know. Do you wanna 
come over here or should I go over there?"

"You come over here."

Sarah set her coffee cup down, stood, and went around 
the table. She got down on her knees in front of Joss 
and, with her eyes locked onto his, reached for the fly 
of his jeans. She unfastened it, reached inside, pulled 
out his cock, and immediately put it in her mouth. She 
began sucking him with undisguised fervor, moaning 
sweetly to herself as she bobbed her mouth up and down 
on him. Joss groaned in pleasure, leaning his head back 
and closing his eyes. 

Sarah continued to suck him until, well within the five 
minutes he'd said he required, he came, his cock 
spurting his warm milky come into Sarah's mouth. She 
kept her lips clamped to him until he was finished, 
then let go and, looking up at him again, visibly 
swallowed. There was a small dab of his come at the 
corner of her mouth and she wiped it up with her 
finger, then licked her finger clean.

"Did you like that?" she asked, her voice sultry.

Joss smiled a very appreciative smile, caressed her 
shining blonde hair, and said, "Yeah, sweetheart, that 
was amazing. You're a great little cocksucker."

Sarah returned his smile and said, "Thanks. You think 
when I get home this afternoon we can play good little 
girl and mean daddy? I'm kind of in the mood for that."

"We'll see," Joss told her. He was about to say 
something else but was interrupted by a knock on the 
door.

"That's Lou," Sarah said, jumping to her feet. "Gotta 
go." She pecked Joss on the forehead, then grabbed her 
purse and almost skipped to the door. She opened it and 
said, "Hi, Lou."

"Hey babe," Lou Goldstein said with what seemed like a 
tired smile. His eyes made a very quick pass up and 
down her body. "You ready to go?"

"Ready as rain," Sarah replied. "Or whatever that 
saying is."

"Great. Let's go."

Lou turned and started off and Sarah followed him. They 
went along the terrace to the stairs, then down the 
stairs to Lou's waiting Mazzeratti. Lou held the 
passenger door open for her and Sarah smiled and 
thanked him as she got in. She set her purse on the 
floor and buckled up, and by that time Lou was getting 
in on the driver's side. He shut the door and reached 
into his pocket for his keys.

"I know you have a hard time with these kinds of 
things, Sarah," he said, "but really, it's a good idea. 
It'll give you one on one, personal exposure with an 
important part of your fan base."

"I know, I know," Sarah replied. "I just can't stand 
the thought of having to sit there for sixty hours 
answering twenty thousand questions from a bunch of 
pimply thirteen year old boys. I thought pimply 
thirteen year old girls were my fan base. Not that that 
would be any more fun, but at least the majority of 
them wouldn't be staring at my tits the whole time."

"It'll only be one hour. And from what I understand, 
most of these boys are older, say, around sixteen and 
seventeen."

"That's even more pathetic."

"Whatever," Lou said as he started the car. "They'll be 
paying good money for all the DVDs and magazines and 
action figures we're going to sell. And they help to 
keep your name out there. It's for the millions."

"For the millions," Sarah repeated. It was a phrase Lou 
liked to use a lot, and it had become something of a 
personal mantra for her. Whenever she faced having to 
do something for her career that she didn't really want 
to do, she just reminded herself that it was all for 
the millions of dollars to come.

"Besides," Lou went on, "I heard that they might have a 
surprise for you."

"A surprise? Like what? They won't stare at my tits?"

Lou glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, almost 
smiled, and said, "You'll find out."

*****

Sarah's first indication that something wasn't quite 
right was the location of the place where she was 
supposed to meet her fan club: she'd expected some 
middle class suburban home in Orange County, but 
instead of staying on Interstate 5 Lou took the turnoff 
for the 91 and headed out toward Riverside.

"Just how far away is this place?" she asked as they 
were cruising through Buena Park. "Coucamunga?"

"Not really that far," Lou answered. "We're going out 
to Anaheim Hills."

"Anaheim Hills? A little upscale for a bunch of dorks 
in trench coats, don't you think?"

Lou shrugged. "They're rich kids with nothing better to 
do." He glanced at her. "Not that they're wasting their 
time or anything. If I was about fifty years younger 
I'd probably be heading my own chapter of the Buffy 
Club."

"Gee, thanks," Sarah said, pretty much meaning it. Lou 
was in his sixties, but he was a good guy. Good enough 
to help her get rich, anyway. She owed him a lot. She'd 
given him a lot, actually, and not just a percentage of 
her growing take; at least seventy blowjobs already 
(almost always on her knees, like a good little sex 
slave), and she'd let him fuck her a few times. She 
even called him Daddy when he asked her to. Which was 
another odd thing: she'd been within his reach now for 
more than half an hour and so far Lou hadn't even tried 
to cop a feel. Something was wrong. 

"You okay, Lou?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lou said, keeping his eyes on the 
road.

"Really? Cause you don't sound fine. You sound....I 
dunno, like, sad, or upset or something."

"I'm fine," Lou said again. Still without looking at 
her he reached over and touched her thigh. "Trust me."

*****

They finally reached the house where the nerd shindig 
was supposed to take place; a large, split level stucco 
structure painted a depressing gray, with white trim. 
It looked like it couldn't have been more than five 
years old. And it looked expensive. The whole 
neighborhood looked expensive. Lou was right; rich kids 
with nothing better to do. 

Sarah sighed, forced herself not to roll her eyes, and 
asked, "Before we go in, you want some head?" She put 
her hand in his lap, found his cock, and started to 
stroke it. Lou's usual response was to immediately put 
his hand on the back of her head and push her face down 
into his crotch, but today he seemed to actually think 
about it for a few moments. He looked down at her hand, 
then let his eyes travel over her body and up to her 
face, then finally said, "Actually, I think I'll take a 
rain check. If you don't mind."

Sarah blinked her surprise.

"Did I do something to piss you off?" she asked. Lou 
got cranky sometimes, and he wasn't beyond taking it 
out on her sexually, but he never turned down a 
blowjob.

"No, not at all," Lou replied. "I'm just feeling sort 
of, I don't know, tired. I'm getting old, you know." He 
smiled at her, but it seemed forced to Sarah.

"Well, okay," she said. "Maybe after, then." She gave 
his cock a little squeeze. "I like giving my daddy his 
special kisses." It was a lie, of course, and they both 
knew it; she did it because he was her agent and was 
making her rich.

"Let's go on inside and get this over with."

Lou opened the driver's door and got out and Sarah got 
out on her side. They walked up the stone walkway to 
the front door, neither of them saying anything, Sarah 
still feeling puzzled. She tried to remember if she'd 
done or said anything recently that might have put Lou 
in a bad mood but nothing came to mind. Of course, 
there was always the possibility that some bitch had 
told him something that wasn't true. Or was true, but 
wasn't anything he needed to know about. Like her 
affair with Joss.

Oh my God, she thought. Could that be it? Does he know? 
Naturally, Lou didn't have any real claim on her, he 
was married, for crying out loud, and besides, their 
relationship was strictly business (the sugar daddy 
kind). Still, he did tend to get jealous. 

Only a month ago, when he heard about that pass Alyson 
had made at her, Lou had gone right up to Alyson and 
kicked her in the pussy. But if he knew, wouldn't he 
have said something? Beaten Joss up? Beaten her up? She 
wanted to figure all this out, but unfortunately there 
was no time. They were on the porch now, and Lou was 
ringing the doorbell.

The door opened almost immediately, and a young guy 
stood in the doorway. He looked maybe sixteen or 
seventeen, but in Sarah's opinion he was very cute, and 
she felt herself smile with a sincerity she hadn't 
anticipated. The boy, of course, noticed her right 
away, and the half smile that had already been on his 
face turned into a huge grin.

"Hey there!" he said a little too loudly.

"Hi, Tom," Lou said. "Here she is, Sarah Michelle 
Gellar."

"Yeah!" Tom said. He stuck out his hand. "It's an honor 
to meet you, Sarah!"

"I know," Sarah replied, letting the boy shake her 
hand. "I mean, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Tom."

"Yeah! Great! Come on in!"

He held the door open wider and Lou motioned for Sarah 
to go first. She went into the house and Lou followed. 
The place was beautiful, all wood paneled walls and 
deep blue carpeting. There was an aroma of coffee and 
Sarah wondered if it would be rude to ask for a cup. 
The boy, Tom, started in right away with the typical 
fan stuff, how he'd seen all of her Buffy shows, how 
he'd even seen her work in the soaps, as he led her 
through a living room and down a hallway. There were 
several rooms on each side, and the kid didn't stop 
chattering until he got to the last one on the left.

"This is sort of our meeting room," he told them. "It's 
also my dad's den, but he's at work right now."

"At least they didn't build a club house up in a tree," 
Sarah remarked.

Tom went into the room and Sarah and Lou went in after 
him. There was an immediate rush of cheers and applause 
when Sarah entered the room. She looked around, 
surprised to see that there was a crowd of other boys 
all standing around, clapping their hands and shouting. 
They ranged in age from Tom's age all the way down to 
thirteen or fourteen. 

There was even a girl there, a pretty little thing with 
brown hair and a ponytail and a t-shirt that said, I 
Love Buffy. She looked like she couldn't have been more 
than twelve years old. Sarah smiled, partly because of 
her training, but also because she always liked it when 
people applauded her.

"Hello, everybody," she said.

They all returned her greeting, then Lou touched her 
shoulder and said, "Okay, kids, you've got a whole hour 
to ask Sarah whatever you want. Don't worry about 
autographs or pictures, I've got a bunch of that stuff 
in the car that I'll be bringing in later on. Now, why 
don't you all sit down, and while you're getting 
started I'll go get Sarah something to drink. What 
would you like, dear?"

To get the hell out of here, Sarah thought to herself, 
but she said, "Cup of coffee would be nice."

"Coffee it is," Lou said. "Back in a minute." He 
disappeared through the doorway like a Roman abandoning 
a Christian to the lions.

"Come sit over here, Sarah," Tom said, motioning her to 
the sofa. "The place of honor."

"Oh, gee," Sarah said. She went over to the sofa, sat 
down, and the group suddenly surrounded her, all smiles 
and eager faces. They were all trying to look down her 
top, of course. Even the girl. She felt the urge to put 
her hand up so they couldn't see anything, but then 
thought, What the hell? Let em look. "So, what is it 
you'd all like to know?"

What followed was a full forty five minutes of dumb 
nerdy questions, like, "What's it like to be Buffy?" 
and "Do you do all your own stunts?" and "What kind of 
evil will you be battling in the next season?" 

Sarah did her best to provide answers for her dorky 
fans without letting them know she thought they were 
close to being the biggest losers on the planet (the 
biggest by far, of course, being Trekkies). 
Fortunately, Lou made it easier by making sure she had 
a fresh cup of coffee at all times, and standing over 
by the door with his arms crossed, keeping an eye on 
them so that they didn't suddenly lose control and jump 
on her in a frenzy of lust.

And there was lust in the room; Sarah could feel it. 
She had good radar for that kind of thing anyway, but 
with these peeps it was more than obvious. Every 
swinging dick here had to be hard as diamonds, and no 
doubt the little girl with the ponytail was getting her 
panties soaked. Sarah couldn't wait to escape.

"Only a few more questions," she finally said, "then 
I'm gonna have to go."

Tom, the apparent leader of this band of bozos, glanced 
at Lou, then, looking a little nervous, said, "Okay, we 
all have some, uh, more personal questions we'd like to 
ask." He cleared his throat. "Um, do you give head?"

"What?!" Sarah said, although in a way she wasn't 
surprised at all. "What kind of question is that? I'm 
not answering that."

"Okay, then," Tom went on, "how about this question? 
Are all the fake sex pics we find of you on the 
internet fakes, or are some of them real?"

Now Sarah was surprised; she thought she'd made herself 
clear.

"I'm not answering that, either," she said. "And I 
think this interview is over."

She started to get up but Tom very casually reached 
over, put his hand on her shoulder, and pushed her back 
down onto the sofa.

"Just answer our questions," he said. "Do you swallow 
when you suck cock or do you spit it out?"

"What's your bra size?" another boy asked.

"What kind of underwear do you wear?" yet another boy 
asked. "Or do you wear any at all?"

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"Would you mind showing us your tits?"

"Do you do it with Willow?" This from the girl.

"Enough of this!" Sarah said angrily. She got back to 
her feet. "Lou, get me out of here!"

But Lou remained at the door, his arms still crossed in 
front of his chest, an impassive expression on his 
face.

"Lou! I said get me out of here!"

"Relax, sweetheart," Lou said, his face still 
impassive. "It's for the millions."

"Get her, guys!" Tom shouted, and suddenly the entire 
group of kids descended on her, grabbing her and 
forcing her back down onto the sofa.

"Remember boys," Lou called out, sounding ominously 
calm, "she likes it really, really rough."

Sarah screamed as the boys began tearing at her 
clothes. They tore her top off first, exposing her full 
firm breasts, which several hands immediately grabbed 
onto and began squeezing and pulling. Her pants came 
off next, and since she wasn't wearing any panties, she 
was suddenly bare down there as well. More hands 
grabbed at her, and one boy stuck two fingers right up 
her pussy. Sarah screamed again but someone slugged 
her, then another hand covered her mouth.

"Hold her down, guys," Tom said as he began to unfasten 
his pants.

Sarah looked on with horror as he opened his fly and 
pulled out his cock. She looked pleadingly at Lou, who 
finally came further into the room, although he didn't 
seem inclined to do anything to stop the boys from 
raping her. To confirm this, he gave her a small smile, 
then said, "This is the surprise I was telling you 
about, Sarah. Consider it payback for that affair 
you've been having with that asshole Joss."

"I knew it!" one of the boys said. "The bitch is a 
total slut!"

Sarah screamed once more, but the hand over her mouth 
muffled it. She tried to fight off the crowd of boys 
but there were too many of them and they were too 
strong. They held her down easily as Tom got himself in 
position between her widespread legs.

"Oh man," the girl said, her voice full of wonder. 
"Look at her pussy, it's beautiful."

"Shut up, Nikki, you dumb dyke," a boy said.

"Go! Go! Go!" several boys chanted in unison, and Tom 
eagerly plunged his cock into her. Sarah moaned in pain 
and frustration and continued to struggle against all 
the hands holding her down and grabbing at her. It was 
useless, though; she was overpowered, and all she could 
do was keep trying to resist as Tom raped her. He 
jammed his cock into her about ten times, then pulled 
out and shot a load of come onto her stomach. The 
crowd, of course, cheered. Even the girl, Nikki, 
cheered.

A second boy replaced Tom. He too fucked Sarah until he 
came on her stomach, then he was replaced by yet 
another boy. They seemed to be going from oldest to 
youngest, and this one looked like he couldn't have 
been more than fourteen. He'd barely begun to fuck her 
before he got off, and he didn't pull out but just came 
inside of her.

"Oh, dude," one of the boys said, "you coulda knocked 
her up."

"Who cares?" another boy said.

A fourth boy got between her legs, slapped her hard 
across the face, then shoved his cock into Sarah's 
pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, as if he couldn't 
wait to come, and yet he lasted longer than any of the 
others had. He finally came, squirting a surprisingly 
large amount of come onto her stomach. The crowd of 
kids around her were still shouting and laughing, and 
they only got louder when the boy slapped her again.

All nine boys took their turns with her, one after 
another, fucking her until they came, either on her 
stomach and breasts, or in her pussy. Sarah felt like 
it would never end, but eventually it did. The last 
boy, the youngest, who looked like he was probably only 
twelve years old, had a huge cock and it hurt her a 
little when he shoved it into her. He grabbed her 
breasts and squeezed, making them hurt as well, then 
held onto them like he was holding the reigns of a 
horse as he fucked her until her came inside of her. 
When he was finished he slapped both of her breasts, 
then giggled like a girl.

That slap seemed to ignite another kind of aggression 
in the boys, because now they all started hitting her, 
on the breasts, the stomach, the legs, the face and 
head. Sarah, her mouth uncovered now, cried out again, 
but it was useless. The boys continued to pummel her 
and she tried once again to get away, managing to fall 
onto the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. 
But the boys just picked her up bodily and moved her 
back to the sofa. They held her down again, with her 
legs spread wide, and Sarah, crying now, thought they 
were going to rape her again. She found out in just a 
moment that she was only partly right; she was going to 
get raped again, but not just by the boys. The girl, 
Nikki, had taken off all of her clothes and was now 
kneeling on the sofa between Sarah's legs. She had a 
huge goofy grin on her baby face and a remarkably long 
dildo in her hand.

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" the boys chanted, and 
Nikki blushed and giggled like a little girl. One of 
the boys pushed her forward but she resisted him, 
saying, "Hold on a second. I gotta get her lubed up 
first."

"She's already lubed up," Tom answered. "With about a 
gallon of come."

"I don't care, I wanna lube her up anyway." She giggled 
again, staring at the place between Sarah's legs with 
dark glittering eyes. "I can't believe I actually get 
to lick Buffy's pussy."

"Hurry up, you fucking lez," a boy said, and all of 
them began chanting again, "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck 
her!"

Nikki's silly grin got even bigger and she leaned down 
between Sarah's thighs. She pressed her mouth against 
Sarah's pussy and kissed it, then began licking it, her 
little tongue moving slowly up and down over Sarah's 
lips, then sucking on it as if she was sucking on a 
cock. Sarah, ashamed and disgusted more than anything 
else, turned her head to the side, and suddenly someone 
was slipping his cock into her mouth. The boy, 
whichever one it was, jammed his entire cock into her, 
the head pushing down into her throat and making her 
gag, as Nikki continued to lick and lap at her pussy. 
The other boys continued with their wild chanting, and 
before too long the boy fucking her mouth came, his 
sperm spilling over her tongue and into her throat.

The boy pulled his cock out of her mouth and Sarah 
turned her face away, but someone grabbed her by the 
hair, forced her to turn back, and another cock was 
shoved into her mouth. At the same time, Nikki shoved 
the dildo up Sarah's pussy, causing her to cry out even 
as she gagged on the cock in her mouth. The boy and the 
girl simultaneously violated her with their real and 
fake cocks as the crowd of kids around her continued 
calling out, "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"

Finally, the second boy came as well, pulling out to 
squirt his come all over her face, and as a third boy 
began orally raping her, Nikki down below continued to 
rape Sarah with the dildo as she went down on her. The 
young girl moaned with satisfaction as her lips and 
tongue swirled lovingly around Sarah's clit, her one 
hand still pushing the dildo in and out of Sarah's 
pussy while her other hand moved quickly over her own 
pussy.

This went on until the third boy finally pulled his 
cock out of Sarah's mouth. He grabbed some of her long 
blonde hair and wrapped it around the shaft of his 
cock, then quickly jerked himself off with it, spilling 
his come all over the top of Sarah's head. Immediately 
after that Nikki suddenly pulled the dildo out of 
Sarah's pussy and climbed up on top of her. As the 
crowd of boys continued to chant and cheer, Nikki 
shoved the dildo into Sarah's mouth, then straddled her 
body, sitting on Sarah's chest. She took one of Sarah's 
breasts in her small hand and squeezed it, making the 
tip of her breast poke out unnaturally, then began to 
rub her pussy back and forth over the protruding 
nipple. The girl rode Sarah's tit like a bucking horse, 
the nipple grazing her nearly hairless pussy lips and 
her clit, until finally she came with a loud passionate 
yelp of pleasure.

"Oh man, that was great!" she cried. "I just got fucked 
by Buffy's titties!" She giggled hysterically, even 
after two of the boys pulled her off of Sarah's body 
and threw her onto the floor.

"Let's get both of em!" Tom shouted.

"Oh my God," Sarah said miserably. She didn't even have 
the will to resist anymore.

Several boys grabbed Sarah and threw her onto the floor 
next to Nikki. Sarah heard Nikki scream, and out of the 
corner of her eye she could see the girl getting up and 
trying to escape as several hands grabbed her and 
forced her onto her hands and knees.

"No!" she cried. "Please! I'm a virgin! Noooo!"

One cock suddenly pushed into Sarah's mouth and another 
went up her pussy, and the boys double teamed her as 
four other boys held Nikki down and brutally raped her.

Sarah couldn't tell how many boys there were after that 
who fucked her in the mouth, in the pussy, in the ass, 
or how many took their turns with Nikki. What she did 
know was that through all of this sexual carnage Lou 
continued to just stand there in the doorway and watch, 
his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Eventually, it ended. At least, the sexual part of this 
nightmare did. The boys had apparently satisfied their 
lust, but their aggression was still not spent. They 
circled the girls, who were lying on the floor next to 
each other, both of them nude and crying and covered 
with come, and began to hit and kick them. Sarah felt 
countless blows land on her body, her head and 
shoulders, her face and back, her stomach, her ass, her 
legs. 

Someone hit her in the temple and her head was turned 
to the side, and she saw Nikki being held down by 
several boys while one of them repeatedly shoved her 
own dildo into her pussy. Then someone pushed her face 
down into the carpet and she felt something, not a cock 
or a dildo but something else, being shoved up her ass. 
Finally, the two girls were thrown together into a 
corner of the room, Nikki sprawled on top of Sarah, and 
as they lay there, bruised and battered, several boys 
pissed all over them.

After that the room grew quiet except for the sound of 
the girls' weeping. Sarah, feeling excruciating pain 
all through her body, pushed Nikki off of her and tried 
to get to her feet. The sound of the young girl crying 
like a child tugged a little at her heartstrings, but 
at the same time she couldn't help but feel that the 
little bitch had deserved what she'd gotten. After all, 
she had raped Sarah along with the rest of them.

"You ready to go now?" Lou asked as he stood over her.

Sarah looked up through swollen eyes and, in a 
quavering voice, asked, "Why did you let them do this 
to me?"

Lou shrugged casually and said, "I told you. You 
cheated on me with Joss. You're nothing but a shitty 
whore and I decided to treat you like one. The boys 
were more than glad to pay me for the opportunity to 
get some of that nasty pussy of yours. The girl did, 
too, but she obviously got way more than she paid for." 
Lou laughed a heartless laugh. "Pathetic little brat."

"I'm sorry," Sarah managed to say.

"Don't worry about it," Lou replied. "I got my revenge, 
and now I wouldn't touch your filthy ass for all the 
money in the world. Joss can have that nasty shit if he 
still wants it." He knelt down and touched Sarah's 
bruised shoulder. "But listen. You're not gonna say a 
word about this. You know why? Because this Buffy thing 
is huge, and it's just gonna get bigger and bigger. 
Millions of dollars, for all of us. You fucked up our 
relationship, but you're not gonna fuck with the 
business. Cause if you do, this little experience is 
gonna look like a party compared to what'll happen to 
you. You got that, you sloppy cunt?"

Sarah nodded wordlessly.

"Good. Now, let's get you cleaned up before I take you 
back to your shit head boyfriend."

Lou extended his hand and Sarah let him help her up. 
She staggered to the door, aching all through her 
entire body, and only glanced back once at the little 
girl still laying on the floor, still weeping, covered 
in bruises and drying come, her own virgin blood 
smeared all over her thighs. She did feel sorry for the 
little thing, but at the same time she knew Lou was 
right; she wasn't going to tell anyone about this. 
Because it was all about the money. She would keep her 
mouth shut for the millions.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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