BUFFY SLAYED - EXTRACT

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But Buffy was having trouble believing what she was thinking and what was coming out of her mouth. "I loved sucking that cock so much. The feel of it sliding over my tongue and then nudging the back of my throat. I loved that feeling. And then the pre-cum. I didn't think I would like the taste of that but I did. It was beautiful. And it was like I had been sucking cock for a long time because it was coming so naturally to me. It wasn't like my first time at all. It was like I was born to do it. Just gentle sucks and then my lips sliding round that bell end. Gentle sucking motions and that cock head getting bigger and bigger in my mouth until it exploded. Oh my god that was so nice. Feeling that hot, thick stuff shooting around my mouth and down my throat. And me swallowing. My throat just swallowing automatically." Buffy recalling what happened but not believing her own recollections. It was as though somewhere deep inside her mind, history was being rewritten. And then her coming to terms with it. If she was remembering these things then they must be so. If she was recalling these happenings in this way then her recollections must have been right. She tried to reason with herself that maybe she was thinking of it this way because she was sharing her thoughts for the first time. That maybe she was a little bit ashamed of the way she had 'enjoyed' that first experience. Philippa touching her hand, just rubbing her arm a little bit. Just as a comfort to her.

Encouraging her to come out with more and more. "And you swallowed all of this person's semen? And enjoyed it, right?" Philippa being suggestive. Suggesting that Buffy enjoyed that very first experience.

"Yes, yes I did. I swallowed it all. And it was so nice."

Philippa smiling. Just a wry smile. "And it was you who started that interaction wasn't it Buffy. The boy didn't come on to you. It was you who came onto him right? You asked if you could suck his cock right? You MUST remember that. You instigated that right from the start, right." Buffy knew that it wasn't the case but then the other part of her mind was thinking that it must be true. That that must have been how it happened. That she instigated it. And because she had enjoyed it so much, the rest of it must be true as well. She started the whole interaction with the boy off. She told him she wanted to suck his cock and he had reluctantly agreed and she had proceeded to complete the act, sucking this boy dry and only finishing when she had coaxed every last drop of semen from him. And when she had cleaned that cock off fully with her mouth.

"Yes, yes it was me. It was all me." She knew it wasn't her and that it didn't happen that way, but she was slowly believing that to be the case.

"There, there, Buffy. It's much better to share isn't it?" Philippa's voice was semi hypnotic. But that might have been because she was in close to the Slayer and she didn't want to talk too loudly, or too sharply because if she did, that might snap Buffy out of the process. "Yes, yes it's much better to share." Buffy was agreeing because it was the right thing to do. The process that she was in was telling her it was the right thing to do. The notion that this was all wrong was fading to the background. It was fading to grey and becoming not so. In her mind the truth was becoming what she was being told it was. She was being rewired. And she was being rewired live. As she was living those moments she was being rewired with an alternative truth. "Mmm that's right Buffy. And tell me about Angel. Tell me about the first time you coerced him into having sex with you. Because that is right as well isn't it? That you worked it so that you could have sex with him. That it didn't happen naturally or beautifully. But rather you engineered it so that you could have sex with him in the most base and obscene way imaginable?" The tone of Philippa's voice wasn't changing or becoming more harsh. But the words that she was using were. There was a distinct attack on Buffy's psych. There was a distinct and expert method that was being used by the head doctor in order to install a new truth into the Slayer's mind. The rewriting of history. The rewriting of the truth.

"I planned it all the time. Get him drunk and then get him to do it to me."

Philippa smiled again and she continued to rub those temples. "Get him to do what Buffy. What did you get Angel to do?" There was a pause. As though Buffy was trying to find the right words to use to explain what she meant.

"Get him to have sex with me. Get him to have full sex with me. I did that. I made it happen not him. I seduced him. Turned him on and made him screw me." It was as though by hook or by crook Buffy would avoid using any obscene or disgusting terminology to describe what she had done in seducing Angel. But that eventually she had had to succumb to her baser instincts and out came the word 'screw'. That was as dirty as it got. But it didn't stop her from feeling ashamed of what she was admitting to. The notion that that wasn't the case at all, and that it had been Angel who had pursued her all the time was gone. This was the new truth. This was the rewired truth. And now in her mind she was the disgusting obscene creature that had kind of trapped Angel into having full, unprotected sex with her. And although she didn't use the appropriate fitting words for what she had done, it didn't take away from the facts. "That's right Buffy. It was all you wasn't it because that is the kind girl you are. You are a sexual predator and you have been from a very early age." There they were again, Philippa's chosen words. Harsh words delivered softly, delivered in that way that she did best.

The work had begun. Buffy was a work in progress. Philippa was working her but now she was resting. Buffy had spoken enough for now. She was letting Burt do his stuff. He had completed the first stages of the breast work. The first implants and the nipple implants. Those nipple implants were busy screwing with Buffy's mind a little bit more. And now he was turning his attention to the lips. He needed to do the work to her lips before Philippa needed her to talk again. This was where Burt came into his own. Where his skill excelled what might be expected of a man who looked the way he looked.