�I curse you slayer! I curse you to be bound with chain and rope, a slave to a man you hate! A slave who will serve him on your hands and knees and his bed you will share to the end of your days!�

The words were still ringing in her head.

The eighteen-year-old slayer had laughed at first.

The old woman looked like a movie extra for some old B horror movie. The red scarf wrapped around her gray hair clashed with the bright orange blouse and pink skirt. The tacky outfit was made worst by the several necklaces hanging around her neck and the big hoop earrings. The old lady was angry because Buffy had killed her grandson the night before. It didn’t matter the grandson was a werewolf.

Buffy at been at the Bronze when the old hag had walked right into her face and began to scream at her in what sounded like gibberish. It was only after she made some hand motions and spit in Buffy’s face that she began to speak in English.

The young slayer had laughed it off but Giles seem to be taking more seriously. Apparently the fashion challenged old bag was the queen of the gypsies and had powers that even scared her Watcher. Giles had disappeared into the stacks of his books. Buffy watched him for about ten seconds and left him alone in the library. The shapely blonde went home and changed into some pink short shorts that hugged her firm round ass and left her long muscular legs bare. The word CUTE printed across the shorts made her ass looked even sweeter. Her pink midriff tee shirt matched her shorts perfectly. Her name was stretched across her ample bosom. In the last year her breasts had started to grow like weeds. Now instead of her perky boobs she had 38D melons. That seem to bounce and jiggle like Jell-O whenever she walked or ran. The short top not only showed off her ample bosom but her flat belly.

Buffy braided her silky blonde hair into two pigtails tying them with pink ribbons. Her sneakers were hot pink and tennis socks were white with a pink trim. The eighteen-year-old beauty had grabbed a bottle of water and headed for the hills literally.

Buffy loved to jog in the mountains outside of Sunnydale. It felt peaceful out here. She would run among the tall trees and enjoy the clean air. The shapely slayer had been jogging for an hour when she realized she was on a path she didn’t know. Buffy backtracked and came to a fork, which she didn’t remember. The young beauty took the path leading down but an hour later she realized she had made a mistake. She was about to turn around when she saw some smoke curling over the tree. Buffy walked toward the smoke hoping it was campers who knew the trail down.

The young heroine stepped into a small clearing with a real log cabin. It was like something out the pioneer days. Logs laid on top of each other with mud pushed into the cracks. The roof was made of crude wood tiles. There was a small porch in the front with a rocking chair sitting on it. The one door was open.

Buffy frowned as she walked toward the cabin but stopped when she heard an old woman laughing. She looked around and frowned again.

�The wind.� She said and headed for the door but stopped when someone stepped out.

A tall incredibly thin man dressed in a patched black suit pants and jacket stood on the porch. His shirt was white but stained with several dark spots. The cabin dweller had a long narrow face with a long nose and big round green eyes. Long stringy hair hung down to his shoulders. When he smiled, it revealed rows of yellowish teeth.

�Welcome, I don’t get many visitors up in these parts.� He said as he extended his hand, �People call me Nathan.�

�Hi Nathan.� Buffy said as she shook his hands and pulled it back, wishing his eyes would stop lingering over her boobs. �Buffy Summers. I was hiking and got lost.�

�I know.�

�You know I am lost?�

�Like I said not many people come here�especially a pretty girl like you. You have to be lost. Oh I am sorry. Where are my manners? Let me get you some water and then I will show the way down. You can thank me by telling what is going in town. Been years since I got down there.�

�You got a deal.� Buffy said as she watched Nathan go back into the cabin. He come out a few seconds later came out with a clay mug filled with water. She gratefully took the water and gulped it down. It was ice cold and sweet and sent a shiver through her entire body. The blonde got freeze headache and rubbed her brow.

�Yeah, we don’t get many big titted bimbos like you up here.�

�What did you call me?� Buffy stammered.

�A big titted bimbo. I bet your boobs are big and fat, just perfect for playing with and sucking. Give me a peek, slut.�

�You picked the wrong girl to mess with you pervert. I am leaving and don’t try stop me. I don’t want to hurt you but I will if I have to.�

�You not going anywhere slayer!� Nathan laughed as he grabbed her wrist.

Buffy tried to pull away but was surprised how strong the old fart was. She gasped in pain as he began to twist her arm behind her back. The blonde heroine threw a punch but it didn’t seem faze her attacker. Buffy sobbed as she was forced to her knees as he her arm pulled back. She whimpered when her other arm was pulled back.

Nathan held the struggling blonde down as he pulled some leather thongs out of his pocket. He quickly tied her wrists together. Her elbows and upper arms were soon tightly bound. The bondage had pulled her arms to the middle of her back, which made her all ready ample chest thrust, causing her tits look even bigger.

�NOOOOO!� Buffy swore as she used all her strength to break the bonds but they held tight. She couldn’t understand it. She had broken chains and some thing leather strips were holding prisoner.

�Forget it Buffy!� Nathan laughed as he pulled her up against his body, �You shouldn’t have drank that water. It is a potion I cooked up when I heard you were coming. It nullifies all your slayer powers! Which means you are now just another dumb blonde with big tits!�

�What?� Buffy sobbed, �You knew I was coming? How!�

�The Queen of the Gypsies told me to expect you. You shouldn’t have killed her son. These woods belong to her, so she is able to manipulate them. Move the trees to get you lost and make a path that lead you right to me!�

Nathan reached and grabbed one of her tits. He began to squeeze the boob as she cupped her crotch and rubbed. The old man began to kiss and lick her face and neck.

�GROSS!� Buffy cried, �Keep you disgusting hands and mouth to yourself!�

�God you got huge tits.� He laughed as he ran his tongue up and down her face and neck, �Your butt feels so good rubbing against my cock.�

The slayer could feel his hard crotch pressing against her butt and suddenly got scared. This creep might be able to really rape her.

�Why you doing this?� Buffy wept, �I never did anything to you.�

�I told you that Gypsy Queen has great power. I offended her seventy years ago and she trapped me her in the middle of this God forsaken woods! ME! One the most powerful warlocks in the world trapped here by some old fortuneteller. Seventy years! When she came last night I thought she was finally letting me go. But instead she tells me I would be getting the slayer for as a sex slave��

�SEX SLAVE! NO FUCKING WAY YOU DISGUSTING OLD FART!�

�Get use to it bitch! Nathan panted as he increased his fondling of her pussy and tits. �You’re stuck here along with me. I haven’t had any for seventy years! Needless to say, I am one horny guy!�

�NO YOU CAN’T!� Buffy wailed as she struggled around his arms.

�Here’s the best part, Buffy. You don’t age here. Which means you are gonna stay just like you are. A young hot sexy big titted bimbo!�

�OH GOD NO!� Buffy sobbed as his hand roughly fondled her tit which now being to ache and throb. She could feel them swelling and getting hard. The bound blonde gasped when she felt a warm wetness between her legs.

�Come on slut!� Nathan sneered as he dragged her toward the cabin, �Let get inside so we can get down to some serious fucking and sucking!�

�NOOOOOOOO!� Buffy wailed as she was dragged into the cabin. The door slamming close sealed her doom. She looked around the small cabin for a way of escape. But there was only one door. Now closed and four very small windows.

It was a room place. A big wood bed with a feather bed sat against one wall. There was a small kitchen area with a wood-burning stove. A table and two chairs sat in the middle of the cabin. A stone fireplace covered one wall. There was big black kettle hanging over the fire with some clear liquid bubbling in it.