“Rose Tyler!”
The “fuckdoll”blurted out her name like an overly enthusiastic cheerleader mainlining 20 cans of Red Bull. By her heighten Slayer senses Buffy heard a mutter of voices behind her. Risking a look, Buffy slightly turned her head and spotted out of the corner of her eye two women in close concert. One was black and in her late 20’s, she wore her hair in tight spiky bun and was dressed in a red leather jacket and bluejeans. The second was white and looked to Buffy to be in her early 40’s. She had shoulder length brown hair and wore a grey coat, a light-red top and black slacks. The two women were have having a very terse conversation, Buffy couldn’t make out the words (her hearing was good, but not that good), but she was able to catch enough to assume the two were British. No one else in auditorium made a sound--they were either too overwhelmed by the perverse insanity of their situation or unwilling to risk punishment from the collars.
Rose Tyler let her name hang in the air. She took a deep breath and repeated it a second time, than a third and a forth; again and again. Each time she repeated it she giggled—as if the words ‘Rose Tyler’ were the punch line to a joke. A deep sickness swelled up in Buffy’s gut ass he realized it wasn’t her name the fuckdoll was giggling at, but what that name represented—her original identity--who she was before she entered this place. The Fuckdoll Finishing School for Wayward Girls had so thoroughly corrupted this Rose Tyler; that she openly mocked the strong heroic woman she had once been.
Buffy felt sick and stolen glances revealed other women around her felt the same.
“Enough of that you stupid Slut!” snapped Ms. Jenni at Rose Tyler. The Sexcertary applied a firm a slap to the Rose’s ample backside. The buxom blond jumped and giggled approvingly. But Ms.Jenni was having none of it. She waved her hand at Buffy and the other women.
“Tell them why you were enrolled here” ordered Ms. Jenni.
“Well,like, once upon a time” began Rose Tyler, her voice bright, high and breathy. “I was like working in a clothing store! Not awesome shit like this!” Rose tugged at her thong. “It was all boring stuff! Not sexy at all—“
Ms. Jenni cleared her throat. She snapped her fingers and commanded Rose to get on with it.
Rose giggled, causing her massive tits to shake like twin bowls of Jello. She continued. “So like boring stuff and stuff! Than like I met the Doctor! And I went with and helped him do stuff! But he never fucked me! Even when he became like super young and sexy!!”
At the mention of this Doctor the two women Buffy had observed early gasped in unison. As did a few others, Buffy couldn’t count how many who did, but she did catch a glimpse of a cute red head that kind of reminder her of Willow.
Ms. Jenni had had enough of Rose’s attempt at storytelling and waived the busty bimbo away from the podium. Ms. Jenni gripped the podium with both her hands, stared out at the crowd before her and filled-in what Rose couldn’t.
“To those who don’t know, this Doctor sweet little Rose mentioned is a Timelord. That term will mean very little to most of you, but rest assures he is one of the single most powerful beings in the known multiverse. Who by his wits alone has brought down some of the most powerful beings in existence. Not only that, but he possesses the ability to travel to any point in his dimensional space and time stream.”
Ms. Jenni smiled at them with such sneering superiority that it took every bit of Buffy’s self control to not launch herself straight at the stage and punch it right off the Sexcertary’s face.
Ms. Jenni pointed at them and continued:
“Remember this--any of you thinking of escape--my Master’s snatched this slut right from under the Doctors’ nose and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it! There’s no one coming to help you! And there’s nothing you can do to help yourself!! Your future belongs to the FUCKDOLL FINISHING SCHOOL FOR WAYWARD GIRLS!”
Buffy could feel the bottom fall out; sense the collective despair emanating from everyone in the auditorium not already a fuckdoll. She studied Willow, Tara, Anya, Dawn, her mother, Cordelia and that girl Fred and saw the hopelessness in their faces. Faith was putting on brave front, but there were cracks in the façade. Buffy looked back up at Ms. Jenni; the former Ms. Calender—beloved Sunnydale High Computer Teacher, now mortal enemy---declared: