I stood over her. I held the iron right above her face. Her eyebrows blackened with the heat of it. I brought it down over her body. I held it above h...r breast. I kept it close enough that she had to modulate her breathing; with her hyperventilation, her chest was at risk of heaving into it.But still she didn’t beg, so I brought it down lower on her body, held it over her open pussy lips and engorged clit."Maybe I should just give up on you. Maybe I should leave you unable to feel pleasure. Giles was the only face there to look up at her from the counter."Buffy." We need to talk."Giles shut his book and walked out from behind the counter. "Yes, I suppose we must."Buffy sighed. Finally. At least he wasn't going to downplay this anymore. That wasn't his style when confronted. Her Watcher was not a coward.Giles leaned casually against the counter, clad in khakis and his arms folded over his sensible navy sweater. She was disarmed by his ease when she felt like her voice might start. She was feeling hornier, but weaker as well. She tried to unlock the door, but she couldn’t.“Alright, that’s enough,” Channa said as he pulled her into his grip from her behind, and started roughing up her tits through her dress. He was mauling her tits hard. She was enjoying deep down anyway.“Aah! No sir, don’t do this…aaah! You’re hurting me,” Kareema said, trying to break free. But Channa grabbed and pulled her coat down to her elbows, and rolled it around her firearms so she can no longer. "If I get a woman to complete the spell, what happens to her?" I asked."Nothing happens to her. Only you will change," she said."What of any children that are produced?" I continued."Nothing," she repeated."And it is irreversible?" I asked."Right, irreversible," she agreed."Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you now," I said pointingthe pistol at her."Other than I am your aunt?" she said angrily."Yeah, other than that," I said coldly."What do you want?" she asked."You're going to do.