Buffy arrived in the demon dimension on her elbows and knees, just as she'd been when her mentor, Rupert Giles, had been butt fucking her a moment before the spell they'd cast transported her from his apartment to this bizarre land of the damned. Her legs were still spread wide apart, and ass was still high in the air. Although Giles had not been transported with her, it felt to her as if his huge, stiff cock were still stretching her asshole to many times its normal size. The sensation was perhaps rather like the phantom pains that amputees are said to experience, Buffy thought.
Instead of Giles' apartment, Buffy was in an environment totally alien to her. Rising to her feet, Buffy surveyed her surroundings. It took her but a moment to discern that she stood at the edge of a cliff that overlooked a long, wide, gently sloping valley.
Great, towering mesas rose from a plain that stretched on all sides to the horizon, beneath a sky illuminated by a sun the rays of which formed a rainbow in all directions, filling the sky with radiant bands of color-red, orange, yellow, purple, green, and blue. The mesas were columns, formed, it appeared, of limestone, topped with roughly circular lawns from which, among tufts of exotic flowers, smaller columnar mesas, also topped with verdant lawns, rose against the sky. Some of the mesa tops contained pools that spilled over their edges, falling between the smaller mesas that rose at the edge of the stream that ringed the perimeter of the circular tablelands, contributing to the river that meandered, like a ribbon, through the center of the green plain far below. Between most of the rearing mesas, natural stone bridges had formed, presumably as a means of steadying and reinforcing the strange, tall towers. Against the far northern horizon, a mountain of jagged white ice rose. A pale lime-green, rectangular structure stood atop the summit of the ice mountains. It was so light that Buffy did not notice it at first. It seemed but a continuation of the mountaintop.
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