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Queen Bee

by cathy nort

chapter 13

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this is a NC-17 chapter (kinda)....be warned

Buffy and Dusty locked eyes for a long moment. Buffy removed her hands from inside her skirt and placed them at her sides. Dusty had changed clothing since Buffy had seen her last. She was wearing a gauzy blue blouse open at the throat and a white levi skirt that couldn't have been more than 19" long. She looked extremely young. And pretty. Her make-up was tastefully subdued, light pink lipstick and a touch of blush.

Buffy's head was spinning, her vision blurred, her mind at the edge of consciouness. The drug was plusing through her dimming her senses except for the massive need that was capturing her. Hazily she saw another figure move in to stand beside Dusty. The figure moved in and out of focus until Buffy saw it was Dorie.

"Wow! That really affected her." Dorie whispered to Dusty immediately noticing the state Buffy was obviously in.

"Mmmmmmm. Yes." Dusty replied. "I never seen it act so powerfully. I can only think that is good."

Dusty moved gracefully over to the bed Buffy was sitting on and sank down beside her blond captive. She reached out and stroked Buffy's arm. "I can see your reaction has been heavier than most. Not that I'm complaining mind you. Ever since I first saw you I've dreamt of there being this moment, Buffy. Oh." Dusty purred. "Oh Buffy, I'm so hot for you."

Dusty leaned forward and her mouth found Buffy's. Her lips worked against Buffy's intensifying the kiss as her hand cupped Buffy's breast gently over the blouse. Buffy's eyes were closed and the feeling in her loins started rising even more. It rose against her will. She tried to suppress the desires that captured her but Dusty's kiss was overwhelming and Buffy succumbed to the feeling of Dusty's body now pressing against her, the two girls drawing tighter together.

I mustn't do this Buffy ordered herself. But at the same time it was useless to try and control how she felt. Useless to control this overpowering want.

Locked in the embrace neither Buffy or Dusty noticed the approach of Dorie. It was Buffy who first saw her through the slits of her eyes and Buffy took Dorie's hand, never pausing in the building kiss she was sharing with Dusty. She drew Dorie down on the other side of her so she was squeezed against Buffy's back. Buffy pulled her mouth off Dusty's and Dusty then proceeded to nip at the hollow of Buffy's neck. Buffy, her passion soaring with each second, kissed Dorie with all she had causing Dorie to moan in pleasure.

Dusty's fingers were under Buffy's top now exploring the wonder of Buffy's body gliding boldly and sending ripples of pleasure into Buffy's senses. Dorie hands were under Buffy's skirt which she had pulled up around Buffy's waist. Dorie pulled back from the kiss and smiled at the blond Slayer. "You are so delicious blond Slayer. Yum. You look good enough to.........."

Dorie was about to rejoin the kiss when Dusty did so first shooting her tongue into Buffy's mouth. Buffy groaned as Dorie's fingers crept under her panties and began rubbing the soft flesh it found there, then entered into the world of Buffy's womanhood.

Buffy's breath was taken from her as she succumbed to Dorie's probing finger and Dusty's penetrating tongue. Buffy found herself fellating Dusty's tongue just as Willow often did hers when Buffy french kissed Willow.

That thought sent a cold chill through Buffy's taunt body.

That broke the sensuous spell Buffy had fallen under. The thought of Willow. Her deep, all powerful love of the Wiccan drove the passion from Buffy's body. Even in the mist of carressing fingers, probing tongue she knew if she were to ever escape this was the moment. If she was ever to take Willow in her arms again she had to do so now.

Still kissing Dusty, Buffy's fingers slid up and found the nerve in Dusty's neck. Buffy pressed sharply. Instantly Dusty's mouth went slack and she collapsed against Buffy's. Dorie saw Dusty go limp but before she could do anything more Buffy's elbow connected against her jaw. Dorie's eyes rolled back and she tumbled back onto the bed out cold.

Buffy freed herself from Dusty's crumbling body which then down slumped next to Dorie's.

"Well," Buffy said again in complete command of herself. "That was easy enough." Buffy checked to make sure both girls were unconscious before rising. "Need to get out of here but first.........I'd better find something to tie these two up with. Need to have a chat with them when they wake up."

Outside the bedroom she had been kept in, down the corridor where Dorie was to have stayed, Buffy found that the room had a small chest of drawers. After a quick search revealed there were but two other rooms, both empty with nothing she could use for binding Buffy returned to Dorie's room. Apparently the room was Dorie's permanent residence since Dorie had a full wardrobe in the closet. The top of the chest of drawers provided some of what Buffy needed, Dorie's pantyhose, bras and panties. They would have to do. Leaving the panties Buffy gathered the other items.

Buffy returned to room where she had knocked out Dusty and Dorie. First she rolled Dusty onto her back and dragged her up to the top of the bed. In order to do so, because the bed was so small, she had to dump Dorie uncermoniously onto the floor. She pulled Dusty's hands through the slats of the head board and using one of Dorie's bras she bound them together, one hand on each side of a hefty slat. Then with a pair of pantyhose she tied Dusty's legs together at the ankles.

Finished with Dusty she turned her attention to Dorie. She decided to leave her on the floor. She rolled her onto her belly and using one her own bras she tied Dorie's hands behind her back. Tightly. Again using a pair of pantyhose she looped it between and around Dorie's ankles and bound the limp legs.

Buffy stood up. That would hold them until they came to. Then we can all have a chat. There was still the problem of the locked door at the top of the stairs. And also the problem of three other Slayers that had to be dealt with if necessary.

Buffy glanced down at Dusty. "I hope you don't sleep too long girl. We have a few things to talk about."

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