Buffy’s Cursed Wardrobe edited by John Drake

  Giles looked at the weathered book in front of him and slowly adjusted his glasses. He addressed his audience with a little pomp and ceremony-one of his few vices. Clearing his voice, he began;
   “It appears that the attacks over the last few days are the work of a Feng Lan Uke demon, they are not particularly powerful demons individually,” he paused for effect, “…but they can reproduce rather quickly if not contained. The Watchers Council had to burn down an entire city in the past to contain an outbreak. If we can‘t find its nest very quickly then we might have an escalating war on our hands! Additionally, they have a habit of crawling into worlds from other dimensions that they have already over-run. There may be a portal so it may well need someone to close it.”
 Buffy and Willow looked at Giles;
    “Don’t sweat Giles, we’ll kill it and seal the portal.” Buffy stated this confidently. 
  Giles looked at her;
     “Just make sure that the demon leads you to its lair before you dispatch. Run it through, cut off an arm but don’t kill it.”
    “Ok uncle Giles, I’ll make sure that there is enough of it left to track.”
  Willow looked at Giles and whispered;
    “I have a tracking spell which should work if she screws it up.”
    “Hey I heard that!” Buffy shouted behind her. 
  Willow looked at Buffy;
    “I’m the best one to cast a spell to close a portal. You’re not having all the fun today!”   
  Giles pinched the bridge of his nose;
    “Ladies, you must take your duties seriously, there is a lot at stake.” He stopped mid sentence realising that there was a space where the recipients of his carefully prepared lecture were meant to be standing but they had already gone.

  The demon was rather easy to find. It was bright green, seven foot tall and bloated, covered with large bulbous growths all over its body. It was busy chasing a jogger around a park, not even noticing the Slayer and the Witch approaching it. Buffy jumped out from behind a tree and swung her axe. The demon looked rather surprised, it stood there for a second before it realised its left arm was missing just below the shoulder. Looking at its stump, it looked at The Slayer and ran for it. Buffy gave chase with Willow quite a way behind. Ten minutes later Buffy was approaching a broken-down house that was probably the demons lair, a panting Willow was just catching up to her;
    “Couldn’t you use a spell or something to get here?” Buffy asked her as she stood against a wall regaining her breath;
    “No. I thought I needed the exercise obviously it was a mistake- too much exercise!” Willow responded.
  They were a little way into the depths of the basement when the demon jumped out from around a corner. Credit to the creature it did seem to heal very quickly it had already re-grown half the arm that Buffy had chopped off. Buffy didn’t hesitate for a second. She swung for the centre of mass of the revolting creature. Willow just managed to open her mouth to shout a warning when the demon popped like a balloon. The demon was definitely dead but it had expired in a rather messy way to say the least. Buffy wiped the dripping glop out of her eyes. She shivered how was she going to get this sticky glop out of her hair? She had just paid a small fortune at the local salon and she was probably going to have to go back there very soon with some awkward questions to answer on what it was exactly all over her hair. She turned and noticed Willow. She had her mouth open at the time and was busy spitting or coughing out the foul smelling demon guts. 
    “Sorry I guess I didn’t read the entry on this type of demon, can you sense a portal that needs to be closed?”
  Willow concentrated for a second;
    “No, nothing but I think I have a spell that can get rid of this demon guts.” 
  Buffy waited patiently while Willow chanted something that sounded like it came of the back of a Chinese take away menu. Buffy felt a surge of power, there was heat and light. A little smoke trailed off their clothes. The demon guts were still all over them but now they were cooked on!
  Buffy looked at Willow;
    “We need to find something else to wear unless you have a spell that can stop me smelling this!” 
    “I have one but it removes your nose…” 
  Buffy glowered at her. Then she noticed that there was a large box at the end of the hall. The box was sealed with a big padlock that Buffy pried off. Willow stopped her cautiously. She cast a spell on it expecting something to jump out only for it to shudder and open. The box had been covered in chains and padlocks but it slowly slid open. Buffy noticed that the box was lead lined this had to be some sort of trick or trap. Taking a closer look it seemed to be filled with skimpy leather clothes-there was definitely something wrong with it. Then Buffy noticed a pair of boots she really liked the look of, she almost swore that they were not there the first time she looked but she had to be wrong...

  Ten minutes later, both girls were covered in a lot more leather and were heading home. It was strange that everything was exactly in their size but neither of them had thought to look a gift horse in the mouth which was probably a really bad idea and probably meant that they had both failed to resist a curse of some sort. Or that a slime demon had an ex with really good fashion sense.
  The two of them walked out of the house and headed back to Giles to report their success. After about five minutes of walking Willow turned to her friend;
    "Buffy this skirt seems to be getting tighter." The blonde looked at the skirt. It did look a little bit tight but that was the point of a leather skirt like that. Buffy dismissed the idea,
    "Willow, it’s just in your imagination.” Willow looked at it again maybe Buffy was right, though it probably helped to have slayer strength when you were shimmying about in tight leather skirts, the witch had to admit that Buffy looked good.
  After a few more minutes of walking, Willow had not made a great deal of progress and Buffy was slowing down so that her friend kept up. Maybe Willow had chosen shoes that were just a bit off? Willow moaned again;
    "Buffy these shoes are killing me-I swear the heels are getting higher!"
Buffy looked at the shoes they seemed tight but that was probably nothing;
    "Willow don’t be silly, shoes don’t grow by themselves. You just picked a pair with heels too high. Just take it easy unless you can change them with a spell?” Buffy continued walking but looked down at her own boots, “Was there a strap and buckle on the ankle of these boots, though? I swear it wasn’t there a second ago…” Buffy realised that something might be up. The boots did seem to chafe a bit around her ankles but something told her it was nothing, she should just dismiss the peculiar feeling.
  They continued to make slow progress for a few more minutes then Willow cried out, pulling at her jacket;
    "Buffy! Something’s wrong this leather jacket it’s getting tighter!”
  Buffy looked at the jacket. It looked good on her friend but if she didn’t like it…
    "Willow, it’s that jacket, go naked or we go back and get the clothes covered in demon guts." Buffy pointed out their limited options. Willow had spent a long time scraping the demon gunk out of her hair. She was appalled at the idea of going anywhere near it again;
    "No way Buff, that thing was revolting-it smelled worse dead,” she looked accusingly at her friend, “...why did you have to hit it there with an axe didn’t know it would explode-didn’t you read the book?".
  Buffy shook her head, hands raised in an apology;
    "It exploded all over my clothes as well! I would have just beheaded it if I had known. That was an expensive pair of jeans and Angel gave me that top." Willow knew that Angel had sent her a dozen designer tops for her birthday so it wasn’t the heat-break that she made it out to be.
  They spent a few minutes more trudging down the road. If this kept up much longer Buffy was going to volunteer to carry Willow over her shoulder;
    "Willow will you keep up?" Buffy scolded.
  Willow was a little irritated;
    "Its hard with this skirt, it’s too tight! I swear it was mid thigh when I put it on now my knees are practically welded together it can’t have slipped down that much can it?"
  Buffy looked at the skirt covering Willow’s legs. It looked really tight, like someone had painted it on! Buffy shook her head-it hadn’t been like that five minutes ago... She looked at her own jacket. There were redundant straps and buckles that she didn’t remember being there and she had to ask herself why it was not making her worried.
    "Okay Willow, I will admit that there is something odd about these clothes. The collar on this jacket seems to be higher and I swear the sleeves are getting longer did you notice a buckle at the end of the strap?” 
  Willow’s brain ran over the possibilities-could they be hallucinating from the combination of her spell and the demon guts? It didn’t seem likely. Maybe there was something wrong with the clothing? She thought about that;
    "Maybe it’s a spell of some sort?”
  Buffy still had a small amount of pride even though it looked like her hair had been dipped in treacle baked on then had someone try to scrape it all off, her voice became slightly sarcastic;   
    "The other option is to walk along this road naked! Do you really want to do that, Willow?". Willow pictured following Buffy’s naked bottom for the rest of the journey but she chased that image out of her mind;
    "No way Buffy but this is starting to freak me out!"

  Buffy and Willow silently considered their options, being trapped in cursed clothes or walking home naked? A few more minutes passed. Willow almost tripped and fell. It was the final straw;
    "Buffy this skirt is four inches past my knees now and so tight I wiggle when I walk! These heels are nearly four and a half inches high and so tight on my feet. There are three buckles around my ankles and yours too.”
  Buffy considered their worsening predicament and tried to pull her own legs apart. They didn’t budge-her thighs were firmly clamped together by the tight material of the skirt. Buffy was trying not to panic as she examined her jacket;
    "Okay Willow, I agree with you. These jackets are getting strange as well. The sleeves have gotten so long my finger tips are just showing, the bottom hem has gotten tighter. It’s like a corset now, with each step this dam thing is tighter! This skirt is starting to hobble me as well. These heels are sexy but its time for them to go!"
   Buffy tried to maneuver to a position where she could get a better grip on the jacket. Willow pulled on her jacket but it didn’t seem to budge. More worry crept into her voice;
    "I don’t remember these jackets having hoods when we put them on, now they seem to have appeared-I didn’t notice them before!” 
  Buffy looked at the hoods they seemed odd, half formed. Willow took a few more steps-well, she tried to but she just ended up shuffling along a few inches;
    "Buffy, we might find it embarrassing but we need to get out of these things now!”
  Buffy considered a brief compromise-ripping a seam open or pulling the arms off but she had a feeling that was not an option. She and Willow tried to pull their garments off but with no success.
  Buffy could usually shred most clothing with her slayer strength but her lack of progress on the jacket was quite worrying causing the pitch of her voice to increase;
    "Willow, this thing feels like it’s made of iron! There was a zip on the front of this jacket now it’s gone and the jacket is getting tighter!" Panic started to enter the slayer’s speech as she found her breathing slightly constricted by the tightness of the jacket. Willow tried to get her legs free to no avail. Her fingers couldn’t get a grip;
    "Buffy the jacket has sealed over the top of the skirt-I can’t get it lose, I can’t even bend down far enough to get to the boots but I can see the zippers have disappeared from the back of your boots!"
  Buffy tried to turn around to catch a glimpse of what was going on and found her ability to twist and turn significantly limited by the leather hugging every part of her body…
  Willow panicked; she was starting to become hysterical. She was normally calm and collected but something was working on her. Buffy had to think, it wasn’t the usual danger. People were good with what they were familiar with she had seen one slayer kill ten vampires with no problem then go to Xander to remove a spider from the bathroom. Different people were panicked by different things who wouldn’t be panicked at having to fight their wardrobe. Willow cried out to her friend;
    "Buffy can’t you use your slayer strength to rip the garment?” Buffy held her hands up to emphasise there predicament;
    "Willow I can’t it’s too tough the sleeves have closed shut! I can’t even move my fingers. Can you use your magic?” Willow tried to say a spell she got the words out there was a little light show then it fizzled into nothing. Willow looked at Buffy helplessness in her eyes;
   "There’s something blocking my magic, it’s getting bad.” Buffy was determined not to be defeated by a tight leather coat;
    "Come on Willow, we need to find help lets get back to the road as quickly as possible maybe we can find someone to help us?”
  With new energy they started to scurry forwards as quickly as they could which was not very fast considering the length and tightness of the skirts and the height and tightness of the heels.
  Willow was panting her face was going red from the exertion of fighting the clothing;
    "Buffy I can hardly breathe! It’s turned into a corset, I can hardly walk-the skirt’s ankle length now with almost no give. The boots are now five inch stilettos I can barely stand!"   
  Willow waved about desperately trying not to fall over and hurt herself. Buffy struggled on with a similar outfit. A slayer naturally had a much better sense of balance so she was not as impaired yet. Buffy didn’t bother to turn around to look at her friend. It was hard enough to walk in a straight line;
    "Willow, I am in the same boat as you the collar on this dam jacket is so tight and so high I can hardly move my neck. There seems to be something on the elbows of the jacket. What’s going on?"
  Buffy suddenly found her arm movement severely reduced as she could only move her arms from a position where her elbows were being pulled back out of the way. Willow looked closely. It wasn’t there one second the next something had appeared. "Buffy there is a strap behind you-it’s attached to your elbows, pulling them together! It’s getting shorter and shorter now it’s starting to happen to me!"
   Willow panicked and wobbled on her heels, almost going over. The slayer was not quite as flexible as she thought she was;
    “Argh!” Buffy grunted in pain as her elbows touched, her remaining arm movement was comical and her fingers were sealed tight in mittens at the end of the sleeves. She had no idea where any help would be but she pressed on anyway, "Don’t worry Willow, just a bit further. We can make it!” The tightening of their restraints seemed to be speeding up. Maybe the curse was getting more powerful the more time they wore the garment? 
  Willow had slowed down to a crawl-she was starting to resign herself to her fate or maybe she was just too exhausted;
    "Buffy, it’s got my elbows too! I can hardly move now-there’s a strap that's appeared, its joining the ends of the sleeves together its getting shorter-I can hardly move my arms!" 
  The girls were now trapped in a perversely tight version of a straitjacket with no visible openings and the garments seemed far from being finished...

  Buffy pulled and struggled like a mad woman at the jacket. The leather creaked and strained but held her body tightly. She could defy whatever it was-she would keep going. Willow started to cry a little, getting enough air to speak was a laboured task;
    "-Just a bit further. I can’t move my arms at all now but don’t worry…"
  Willow tried to hide her fear;
    "Buffy this thing is as tight as a drum! I can barely shuffle my legs in this skirt-the heels are six inches or more and there is a strap attached to the hobble skirt edge going under them! My waist is crushed to the point I can hardly breathe and my arms are numb. It’s so tight! The collar is forcing my head so far back I can barely see the road! You go on without me!"
  Buffy still had some reserves of energy left but they were running out fast. She slowly shuffled and turned around to see Willow;
    “It’s just as bad for me! This thing seems to have neutralized my slayer strength!" A look of surrender appeared in Willow’s eyes-they were going to be defeated by clothes! 

  The two friends could just see movement behind their heads in the corners of their vision as the hoods attached to the jackets flipped over in unison. The restraints had somehow synchronized their efforts. Buffy and Willow tried to warn each other only to be completely enclosed in darkness. The hoods shrank in seconds completely enveloping their faces and clamping tightly over their mouths leaving only two grommets where the victim’s noses were so that they could breath. 
  Thick leather was plastered tightly over their heads removing all discernible features and much to the girls’ distress the leather continued to tighten, seemingly like a second skin. The edges of the hoods fused with the collars of the jackets leaving them as one flawless restraint not giving a hint to the identity of their occupants, not even a wisp of hair. Though this also meant that they were both now sharing a very tight hood with the residue of a very smelly demon that would not come out of their hair! 
  The restraints increased in their severity while the victims helplessly shuffled about. The hoods grew thicker and tighter, the collars higher forcing Buffy and Willow’s heads back. The severity of the arm binding increased getting every last millimeter of slack from the girl’s arms fusing them in place. 
  The corsets formed into wasp waist affairs allowing them only the shallowest of breaths. The heels became a good six and a half inches leaving their victims on tip toe the skirts grew even tighter eliminating any division between there legs. A strap slowly extended from Buffy’s collar it snaked outwards moving backwards and forwards until it was pointing towards Willows collar then it extended and attached to it. Slowly it grew shorter and shorter and the two girls were forced towards each other, hobbling as they went-each step another half inch closer to each other until the point when there hoods were touching.
  It was a slow process. The two hoods seemed to merge into one another like something dipping into a pond and meeting its reflection. Slowly Willow and Buffy felt their heads forced round, tilted to the right, the leather between them disappeared like mist. A sort of large rubber ring formed in the middle of the hoods joining them together. The two ladies slowly felt the irresistible force of the steel force there jaws open bit by bit. 
  Buffy was terrified at this invasion, Willow less so. She had done some kinky things with Kennedy. It speeded up, the two ladies jaws were forced opened, suddenly they found their jaws locked open and together, their lips fused! Willow’s tongue gently began to explore Buffy’s mouth. That was more shocking to Buffy than anything else that had happened before during the night!

  Buffy was far more disturbed by the situation than Willow who had fantasized about sleeping with her friend. She had even once dreamed about overpowering her with a spell and forcing her to be her slave for a weekend-not that she would ever admit it to anyone! She remembered how Kennedy had objected to the blond wig on one of their sessions. Willow was suddenly back, concentrating. This was real, not some fantasy or erotic dream! Slowly the garments forced their arms to shift position. 
  Buffy resisted with all her strength which was not much at this point, Willow was all too eager…
  Both girls found the jacket sleeves wrapped around each other’s narrow waists. The sleeves got tighter and tighter, they were forced into a very tight lover’s embrace. Willow could already feel herself getting turned on by this-she could feel heat and passion flow through her body.
  Buffy wondered what was next as Willow continued to kiss her deeply, the corsets around their chests seemed to shimmer and stretch and slowly change then suddenly with a pop there was one corset encompassing both girls’ waists holding their breasts pressed tightly against each other. The Slayer was totally embarrassed but Willow was more excited! She wiggled in her cocoon of leather tightly against the attractive woman. 
  Buffy was queasy to feel Willow’s stiff nipples pressed against hers but it was far from over as Buffy found the hobble skirts link and slowly combine and draw even tighter so that her legs and crotches were pressed close to each other. 
  Willow did seem to be anticipating what was going to happen next. A wide strap appeared beneath the garment it started behind Willow’s round bottom and wiggled its way between her legs then the Slayer’s then up between Buffy's buttocks before it became very taught pulling the two ladies even more tightly together. The sensation of the strap was already getting Willow very excited and Buffy found a little bit of heat building in her own body…

  Willow could feel a strange sensation like a magic tingling on her tongue, the two ladies gasped with unexpected pain as a bar piercing appeared in the middle of both of their tongues. It was a piercing but it held there tongues together through a single rod of steel they were unable to separate. Willow could still feel the magic, this time it centered on their nipples a second later and their breasts received similar treatment there nipples were pressed tighter joined by sturdy rings. Willow could feel the spell still going and it was centering on their most intimate areas...
  They both almost fell over as a mutual clit ring appeared, keeping their most intimate parts tightly together. The smallest bit of movement resulted in stimulation and Willow found herself involuntarily writhing around, providing quite a pleasant stimulation. Buffy didn’t appreciate it quite as much but she had no way to resist!

  Finally, a number of facts clicked together like puzzle pieces inside Willow’s foggy mind. She realized what they were facing it was a Ghes demon! It was a parasite or symbiotic creature depending on your view. It needed sexual energy to feed on and it liked to hide as clothes only to trap its food source in confining bondage. It could keep its prey bound and helpless for years until it had fed and was ready to return to its own dimension. Its prey were kept magically in peak condition, bound helplessly but stimulated endlessly. It preferred the energy of women. 
  Willow was not sure if they had found one entity or a hive of them! Their victims were normally physically fine when the demons were finished with them, mentally was another thing…
  Experiencing orgasm after orgasm until her sanity dripped out of her ears did not seem to be a very good idea to Willow well, it had some upsides... 
  Her mind did recall that the demons could play with people based on their fantasies Willow was sure that she hadn’t dreamed this up, she was mostly sure. Feeding on a witch like her and a Slayer would allow them to feed faster and return to their home dimension after only a week of feeding or maybe a month. Surely someone would find them before then-she couldn’t stand a week of this or could she, yes she was definitely being bitten in the butt by her own erotic imagination she might as well enjoy it? 
  Straps rose from the cocoon and anchored themselves to a large tree, slowly Buffy and Willow were pulled up off the ground leaving no sign that they had ever been there. Some one would find them wouldn't they? As they disappeared into the branches, Willow wondered but not too fast… Buffy was turning bright red but her body was slowly betraying her resolve.
 
 It was twelve hours later when Giles declared the girls missing and started to make contingency plans, he needed to find them. The tracking apps on their mobiles were not working for some reason and there were no reports so he would have to do this the old fashion way. Now where was his book on scrying?

  Some time later Buffy and Willow’s friends started to follow what was left of the trail after exhausting other paths of investigation. The search party consisted of Kennedy and Faith the next two most senior slayers they had been sent by Giles to go looking for their missing friends based on the best of his scrying efforts then Buffy's sister Dawn insisted that she could tag along, she argued that she had just turned eighteen and they had no good reason to keep her out. They pointed out her lack of fighting skills and lack of magic but she insisted that both Buffy and Willow had given her some training that she could use. Finally they got fed up arguing with her and let her tag along as long as she stayed behind them and remained quiet-both things she promised, both things seemed unlikely. 
  Faith thought that she was leading the group because she had the most combat experience. Dawn thought she led the group because they were looking for her sister Kennedy thought she was leading the group because she just was.
  They had just found the old crumbling house that the demon had made its lair in. Dawn was quite nervous, waving her torch about;
    "Gilles said according to his scrying they were still around here. It’s been two days-what’s happened, you don’t think..?"
  Faith interjected before Dawn could finish that sentence. She could not believe that anything had happened to Buffy and Willow. Faith was sure that the scrying technique would only work on the living. Well, there was that one time she had been looking for the victim of a vampire attack and the scrying had found what turned out to be a vampire, the victim had been turned. Faith didn’t even know what to think about the possibility of walking into a vamped Willow and Buffy-she quickly dismissed that idea;
    "There is no way that something like that took out B! She has to be around here somewhere."
  Kennedy had her own arguments on why they had to be alive;
    "-Plus she had Willow with her and not to sell Buffy short but Willow is far more powerful.” Of course faith couldn’t stay quiet while Kennedy talked up her girlfriend Faith grinned;    
    "-Powerful for a witch but a slayer wins every time!"
  Kennedy turned around ready to start lecturing Faith on how the only reason she was a slayer was because of Willow’s power she took a deep breath;
    "No, Willow is far more powerful!"
  Dawn turned around to watch the two of them starting to argue she bit her lip dismissed her first instinct and decided on a more diplomatic approach;
    “Not now ladies. I don’t want to hear this again-focus!" 
  The two of them turned to look at her and thought about continuing the argument but they had more important things to do. They moved forwards.

  Kennedy was the first in. She looked around the room, slime everywhere. Holding a cloth in front of her nose at the smell, she muttered;
    "Well we’re here and it looks like someone splattered that demon.”
  Dawn was the next one in the room had practically been redecorated with it’s guts. Dawn looked kind of excited and worried at the same time;
    "Eww-they certainly made a mess of it!" Kennedy noted some of the scorch marks on the ground and the faint burnt smell she drew her own conclusions;
    “It was probably willow with a spell.”
  Faith looked at the localised charring-it looked like something happened after the main event;
    “No it must have been B.”
  Dawn was looking around the room;
    “Enough! Focus ladies, can you see any clues anything that helps us?”
  Faith saw a bit of loose rubble and pulled. She shouted to them pointing out her find;
    "Look, they missed a bit! There are some eggs here!" Both Dawn and Kennedy had read up on the type of demon, Faith had probably not. Dawn was pretty sure that the demon had a very short reproductive cycle those eggs could be a real problem if left;
    "Did that one just move? Kill it before they hatch!" A manic look flashed across Faith’s face as she got the opportunity to kill-something to release a bit of stress. Kennedy could see what was about to happen;
    "You need to kill them from over the other side of the room, I read about these demons!”   
  Faith was in no mood to listen to a Slayer who was far more junior than she was. She dismissed their criticism;
    "Scared? You just take an axe and-" 
  Time seemed to slow down. Kennedy moved towards her. Dawn tried to put her hands up. Together they yelled;
    "No don’t!" Then time seemed to speed up, the axe landed Splat! The eggs seemed to explode in a chain reaction of gore and slime coating the three ladies in a sheet of sticky foul smelling gunk.

  Kennedy and Dawn glared at Faith. Kennedy was the first to speak after wiping her mouth;   
    "OH GROSS! My mouth was open, I wasn't afraid of it-I was afraid of getting it all over my jacket and my boots do you know how much these cost me?”
  Faith busied herself with looking for more eggs rather than answering but there didn’t seem to be any. Dawn looked at Kennedy she could be a bit spoiled but she was rich and spoiled    
    “Oh you could afford a dozen pairs with your allowance!”
  Kennedy unsuccessfully tried to wipe her jacket;
    “That’s beside the point! How could this stuff soak into leather?”
  Faith tried to get as much of the glop out of her hair as possible;
    "Don’t say I didn’t tell you so. Well I guess those book-smarts are good for something! Oh wait, you didn't get clear when I popped it.” Dawn looked around the room and drew an obvious conclusion while trying and failing to wipe more demon guts of her jacket;
    "This must have happened to Willow and Buffy-gross."
  Faith stopped looking for demon eggs and started to look at herself;
    "Well that's my entire outfit ruined." She muttered in a low voice. Dawn was right behind her, she held up the edge of her jacket pointing to it;
    “Faith this was new.” Kennedy cleared her mind she was going to have a bath get new clothes but she was going to find Willow first they needed more information and three sets of eyes were better than one;
    "Focus ladies-we need to look for clues."
  They searched around for a minute until Dawn spotted something;
    "Over here. It looks like their clothes. They must have striped them off when they were covered in gunk!" Faith looked around the place at the clothes the demon guts seemed to be cooked onto them, that was weird. She started with a sarcastic remark to try and ease the tension;
    "So did they bring a change of clothes or was there a wardrobe in the middle of the mouldy demon lair?”
 It was ironic when Kennedy pulled a trunk out from under a small bit of fallen debris alerting the other two ladies;
    "I found a trunk full of leathers there is probably something close to our sizes.”

  Faith was highly suspicious-it seemed too good to be true. She was not sure what exactly the box of clothes could do. Was it like the wardrobe in the lion the witch etc? If you poked around in it you got sucked into another dimension! Were Buffy and Willow transported somewhere else? Faith wondered she had to be cautious of the box. She ran the scenario out loud past her companions;
    "So they pop the demon, get covered in gunk and conveniently find this box of clothes? A little too convenient…”
  Dawn looked at her own outfit and inhaled, coughing;
    "I am not wearing these clothes covered in this stuff if I have any other option,” She took a close look into the box and Faith waited for something to happen nothing did, “…though that seems to be a pretty bad option." Dawn commented looking into the trunk finding a leather dress that was racy to say the least. 
  Kennedy held the dress up taking it from Dawn;
    "Those clothes don’t seem too bad, me and Willow once we went to a club and all I had on was a leash and…err don’t worry about that!"
  Dawn shut her eyes and squinted trying to wash that image out of her head. Faith scratched the side of her neck and shrugged;
    "I suppose our options are gunk, naked or this lot and the gunk is starting to itch…”

  Dawn could feel something happening, a tingling where the demon guts were starting to soak through her clothes and where it had touched her skin. She could not resist the urge to start scratching;
    "I’m itching, that wasn’t in the book.”
  Kennedy looked at her;
    "If you read the book, it was written by someone that killed demons with a crossbow, they never let them get close enough to do this. We need to change our clothes. I will stand guard while you two change.”
  Faith had expected something to happen when they opened the box or handled the clothes but nothing had so she figured it was okay. She was the senior slayer and she was going to remind the other two. Being the boss as far as she was concerned had its perks-she was in the box;
    "I get first pick. These black leather trousers, these black knee high boots, leather halter top and this knee length jacket! Oh what the hell, these elbow length gloves and I am good to go-this stuff looks really good!" The clothing seemed to attract Faith, it was almost enough to forget the sensation of the itchy demon goo. 
  Dawn was the next one to go diving for an outfit;
    "These boots have a fairly low heel and this skirt’s at least decent! This top with the high collar and this jacket-all matching brown, these’ll do!" She started to pull off her demon-coated clothing. Faith had already stripped off and was hopping about in her new pants working her legs into the tight garment.
  After a few minutes of squirming, Faith had pulled the tight leather pants up her legs. She twisted around and checked out her legs;
    "Damn, these pants are tight but I look fabulous!" Dawn was having more trouble as she pulled her top over her head and set about positioning it. With a little effort it settled in place, she adjusted it with her hands;
    "The collar on this thing is too big- I cant move my neck much.”
  Faith and Kennedy ignored her complaining and Faith pulled the leather gloves on. They moved slowly;
    "These gloves are tight, but slayer strength works them on!" The gloves seemed to lose there fight with Faith and were pulled into place. Dawn was having more trouble;
    "Stupid boots!” She pulled a bit harder, “On! There we go… " Dawn walked about a bit, getting used to the height of the shoes. They didn’t feel that bad and after a little walking almost felt as if they were made for her specifically.

  Kennedy looked at the other two and gestured for them to turn around;
    "Okay, now my turn." She dived into the box. Faith looked at Kennedy a thought crossed her mind;
    "You didn’t peek did you?" Kennedy did think that Faith had a very nice bottom and some sexy legs but shook her head;
    "No, why would I? Lets see… red boots, red skirt, top jacket check, be with you in a minute ladies.” While Kennedy dressed, Faith stood guard and Dawn had a look around. Kennedy practically tore her way out of her ruined clothes and started to pull the new leathers on. 
  Dawn rummaged around in the rubble and found something. She shouted to the others;
    "I found their mobiles, looks like demon goo invalidates the warranty.” They all looked at their own mobiles. That was another expensive price to pay for slaying demons, Giles had told them one phone for hunting, one for the social life but none of them had listened to him.   
  There was a shared silent moment to commiserate the passing of their phones. Faith broke the silence;
    "Okay, we look around for any more signs of them." They continued to search the place for a good ten minutes without finding any sign of either Buffy or Willow. Kennedy came out of a side room;
    "Nothing over here,” she paused for a second, “…this skirt is a bit on the tight side.”

  Dawn conceded that they had run out of clues inside the house but they could find something close by, there had to be a trail somewhere;
    "Okay, we look around outside." the other two nodded their agreement and they started to work there way out of the old house. 
  Kennedy paused for a second and pulled at her chest but the leather just stretched and snapped back into place;
    "This top is a bit on the tight side-I swear it wasn’t a minute ago…" Faith dismissed the comment. She looked back to Kennedy and then back in the direction of the box with the clothing in it;
    "Then go and change it if you don’t like it!" Kennedy shook her head while she adjusted the top;
    "I didn’t say I didn't like it!”
  Dawn stumbled over a bit of rubble-her feet felt funny;
    "These heels seem higher, too." Faith looked at her with a stair of disbelief;
    "You just can’t walk in heels, dear.”
  They took a few more steps towards the exit. Faith felt something squeeze her ass. It was a strange sensation, maybe Dawn and Kennedy weren’t imagining things?
    "Okay, these trousers do seem a little tighter…" Kennedy pulled at her skirt-it didn’t budge;
    "I swear that there was a slit in the side of this skirt a minute ago!" Dawn started fighting with her jacket, her fingers seemed to be unable to move the buckle and the pitch of her voice started to rise in panic;
    "I can’t undo the buckle on this jacket! It’s stuck and I don’t even remember buckling it!"    
  Faith pulled at her gloves;
    "These clothes are definitely cursed we have to get them off! The same must have happened to Buffy and Willow!" She struggled ineffectively, pulling at the leather. Kennedy finally realised the complete scenario;
    "It must be a trap! That slimy demon was easy to kill but you get your clothes covered in gunk then you find replacements…” She faltered, “Dammit! I can’t pull these boots off!”
  Dawn started to panic more;
    "You only now just figured this out and Willow and Buffy fell into the same trap! The sleeves on my jacket are getting longer!" 
  The girls continued to struggle as their clothing slowly became more and more restrictive. Faith found that she was in the worst position out of the three of them due to the gloves she had put on;
    "These gloves don’t want to come off! I cant get a grip on them, the bloody zip on the boots seems to have disappeared-there‘s a panel over it!” Her ability to do anything was really hampered. Kennedy looked at her situation. One of them had to get free. If she helped Faith then maybe they could both get her out, she reasoned obviously Buffy and Willow had been individually restrained but the three of them working together might stand a chance;
    “I still have my fingers free, I can help you!“ Crash thunk and the boots at her ankles were suddenly locked together, “Where did this strap come from? Now I can’t get my ankles free!”
A chilling realisation popped into Kennedy’s brain-whatever they were facing might look like clothing but it was smart enough to stop them working against it. Whatever it was had some sort of rudimentary intelligence. Dawn racked her brain then something popped into her head;     
    “Willow taught me a spell that was meant to remove an enemy’s armour or possibly armour plating! I mispronounced it and it disintegrated my clothes once or twice… If I could remember it I could get free!” Kennedy gave her a look that didn’t need words; it simply said get on with it.

  Faith looked at her hands and she knew that she was losing the battle against the outfit;
    “Oh shit, these gloves are really getting tight! The fingers are merging-what’s going on? The heels on these F*** shoes have shot up two inches!” Kennedy watched as her skirt slowly crept down her legs;
    “At least you can still stand up! These boots seem to have fused together, the damn skirt is getting longer and this jacket seems to be getting tighter-the zip is starting to disappear!”
Dawn hobbled over to a pile of rubble. She was having a great deal of trouble balancing;
    “These heels are too high, I have to sit down or fall down!” 
  She sat and thought about what was possible. Why could she not remember that spell? She must have read it a hundred times.
  Faith figured that she was fighting a losing battle but she had no plans to give up yet;
    “What the F***!” These things literarily changed into mittens in front of my eyes! They’re so tight I can’t move my fingers at all. I tried biting them with my teeth-didn’t even leave a mark! We have to get out of here! Damn, I can’t walk in these heels!” Faith was practically on her tiptoes, the shoes were so high she was having a hard time balancing. Kennedy had not given up hope yet, there had to be a way to think her way out of the situation rather than fight. Noticing a piece of jagged metal on the floor in the debris she thought maybe she could squirm over and cut herself out. She concentrated;
    “Okay, I just have to think-“ then, “Oh! There is a strap, oh my its working its way between my legs its getting tighter! Ooh! The sleeves have closed over my hands, damn it!”   
  Kennedy was unfortunately unable to think of very much. Dawn had quite a narrow waist to begin with but the garment decided to improve upon it, much to her consternation;
    “This thing is turning into a corset, help me!”
  There was a crash as Faith fell to the floor. She kept fighting, kept going-she was stubborn;
    “Damn these heels! I can still crawl out of here on my hands and knees. This damn ‘pants-halter top’ is getting tighter like a corset. I have to keep going!”
  Kennedy knew she was losing the battle;
    “You are not my type, get off of me! The top, it’s like a corset! Where is this strap coming from? No, I don’t want to hug myself! These shoes must be six and a half inches. I can’t balance. There wasn’t a hood on this jacket before oh no…” The hood started to close slowly over Kennedy’s head. Dawn started to beg at the jacket’s crushing embrace;
    “That’s too tight! Please...” 

  Faith found that the tight leather was toying with her in all the right ways;
    “I can’t think. These tight leather trousers are doing something down there,” she gasped, “Oh boy get me a dinner and a room first! The corset it’s so tight! The boots have merged with the trousers and the mittens have merged with the jacket but I can still crawl out of here!”
  Kennedy was quite red faced. She found that she was being assaulted everywhere by the clothing-it was still busy tightly subduing her;
    “I can’t see! Get off me, what are you doing you stupid demon jacket?”
  Slowly Dawn felt the jacket begin to work away on her body. Her chances of concentrating on anything were rapidly dropping;
    “Err there is a bit of a weird sensation coming from this jacket...”

  Faith found the last of her freedom evaporating;
    “Ouch, my arms! It’s pinned them behind me really tight like a reverse straitjacket hug. My legs are folded back, ankle to thigh, I cant get them loose” She moaned loudly as the jacket stimulated her, “Please someone help me out! The collar on this is getting higher. Get out of my Mmmppphh mmm!” The hood closed around Kennedy’s head, “Stop that, your not as good as Willow! Get off my face mmmppmmm mm!” 

 Dawn started to feel the straitjacket tweaking at her young body;
    “Ooh-I mean ouch!” Faith was left a black, hogtied bundle slowly wiggling about as yet another stimulating orgasm sent her bucking against her tight restraints. Kennedy was equally helpless however her arms were restrained in front of her so it was at least more comfortable. Dawn grunted out loud, “Ooh, much better than Bradley Mitchell,” she scolded herself, “...I can’t get distracted. I have to think of that spell!” She looked hopeless but then a smile crept across her lips, “Klatuo verato neckite-fan zem ish!” 
  There was a spark of inaccurately cast magic and the spell struck the garments encasing Dawn’s body. They resisted for a second then warped and shattered, leaving her naked but free. The true form of the demons could be seen as half a dozen energy beings were sucked back to there own dimension. Dawn wondered if Willow had tried anything, she probably had but it hadn’t worked. Dawn wondered for a second why she was successful. Was it because she was the key or simply because she had effectively failed the spell? Then she realised that she was completely naked. Dawn looked triumphant until she looked at the maelstrom of leather garments flying towards her. She was sure that the first thing that was going to happen was a nice tight gag in her big fat mouth, “Oh dear.”

  Giles looked at the article in the tree. He wondered what exactly it was-some sort of cocoon? 
  His mind snapped into focus and his face started to turn bright red. Giles slowly looked at the book to check his facts. That had to be a Ghes demon-more specifically a swarm of the shape changing little buggers feeding off Willow and Buffy right at that moment!
  Giles carefully drew a mystical symbol on the ground below the tree. Getting a ladder off his roof rack he walked up to the tree. It was fairly simple to tie a rope onto the tree branch then lead it back to his car. Giles took of his jacket and climbed the tree again. He used a saw against the branch. There was a crack and the tree branch came loose, dangling about two foot from the ground. 
  He let the branch drop the rest of the way onto the immobilisation spell. The Ghes demons were now as trapped as their victims.
  Giles went into the back of his car and retrieved a tarpaulin, a can of petrol, a pair of thick rubber gloves and a knife with dozens of symbols carved into it. Slowly he started to cut his way through the cocoon and after about five minutes his glasses fogged up… 
  He returned to his car to get some wire cutters. Ten minutes later he had one naked Slayer and one naked witch. Both of them looked tired and were a little unresponsive. They both looked quite happy but had a thousand yard stare. 
  He put the two girls into the back of his car and wrapped a tarpaulin around them. Giles doused the remains of the cocoon with petrol and set it on fire then he packed up his things.   
  Giles cleaned his glasses and then got in the car and drove off towards the nearest structure, a decrepit house where the girls must have found the Ghes hive... 
  Getting into the ruined building without incident, he noted the remains of the demon and its eggs. He felt his temple, did no one ever listen to him about the proper way to get rid of the things? Giles looked around-there were three squirming bundles on the floor. 
  He pinched the bridge of his nose, one was probably Faith from the dimensions, a second was Kennedy, the third bundle was harder to identify. It looked like someone had really angered the Ghes demons. They didn’t usually bother to smother more than one layer of restraints on a victim. This person was under at least four or five layers it had to be Dawn though whether it was that she was the key and a potent source of energy or just because she had somehow irritated the demons Giles could only guess at. 
  He drew out a symbol underneath each girl, paralysing the demons. He left them there, having something to do first.
  The hive was the main problem. It had taken the shape of a fairly mundane box but it was as dangerous as ever, however a sealing spell followed by the application of a demolition charge that Xander had constructed did wonders in rendering it inert and in small scorched pieces.
  After the bang, Giles wished that he’d not left the ear protection Xander gave him in the car.   
  With a little effort, Giles freed Faith. She was unresponsive and started to snore loudly. Giles carried her out to the car and tucked her in next to Buffy. With a few more minutes work Giles had Kennedy free. She was also unresponsive and had a kind of strange, satisfied look on her face. He tucked her in next to Willow.
  Giles was starting to run out of room and tarpaulin! Giles placed the cocoon around Dawn. Ten minutes later he was puffing and panting but had finally finished extracting the young lady who was about as responsive as the other four. Giles carried her to his car and carefully positioned her in the pile next to her sister.
  He noticed that Buffy was starting to stir. She was strong to start coming out of the effect quickly. Giles noted Buffy looked in horror at her hair in the car mirror. Taking off his glasses, he cleaned them;
    “I think you have other priorities than a hair salon.”
  Giles took the rest of the can of petrol and disposed of the remains of the last three piles of leather that had restrained his charges a short time ago. Now his problem was one hire car, five naked girls and one tarpaulin. The majority of them seemed to be awake apart from Faith. Giles turned to address them;
    “Now ladies, we shall never speak of this again. Do you understand?” 
  There were murmurs and grunts of understanding. Beneath the car a single glove flickered to life and clutched the axle as it pulled away.