Shattered Shards 2/18
Continuation of the previous Shattered Shards installment. All previous warnings and disclaimers apply. These are not my characters yadda yadda, NC17, much with the non-con.
Remember it's an Alternative Universe of my own design which probably makes sense for no one but me. This is after Angel The Series ended, but where Wolfram and Heart had taken Angel's soul out before the apocalypse at the end of the series. The apocalypse still happens, but they're all pretty removed from it.
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Title: Shattered Shards
Pairings: Buffy/Angelus, Angelus/Spike, Angelus/Dawn, Spike/Dawn, Angelus/Spike/Dawn, Spike/some random chick.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: non-con, slavery, puke, rape, torture, anything you can think of really.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing.
Short Summary: Angelus starts to fatten Buffy up, and well, torture, rape, the usual, happens. I'm not good at the summary things apparently.
Word Count: 7475 (As per MS Word Count)
Cross Posted To: My IJ, darker_spike, A_darker_angel, btvsats_love
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She woke up, groggy and stiff from sleeping on the cold stone floor. She lifted her head, and looked about. The curtain had been lowered; Spike was no longer in view. She didn’t even know if he was still there. Her wrist chains had been left as loose as Angelus had permitted them; her ankle chains were still as tight as he had made them. Carefully, she stood up; stretching the stiffness out of her muscles, hoping the previous weakness was over and done with.
As she stretched, she saw the fresh scar near her mons, the brand he had placed upon her. She looked down at the cursive capital A, with the rose beneath it. Gently trailing her fingers over it, she felt the scar, felt how sensitive the skin was. Her chains rattled with each movement, but she ignored it, there was nothing she could do about it for now, so no point wasting breath thinking about it.
She expected to die here, if everything Spike said was true, it the apocalypse had already started, and her friends were already fighting for their lives, if not dead already. She expected to die here, but she’d be damned if she’d go without a fight, or without her sister and Spike. She wasn’t going to leave them here to be tortured and tormented by Angelus. She held no hope for getting Angel back. She knew nothing about the spell they used to take his soul out of him, or anything about putting his soul back in, other then needing an esoteric crystal orb which she didn’t have access to.
She’d pulled her punches before when faced with Angelus. She’d been unable to kill him until he’d opened the portal. Then it had been her love, or the world. She chose the world. Now she chose herself, and damn him from trying to break her, for what he’d done to her and hers.
She looked around the room, at the corpses piled against the walls in heaps. She saw the shelf where Angelus had kept the ointment, it was empty. She walked as far as her chains would let her, looking for anything to use against him, anything to break the chains, anything that could possibly help her. The only things in her reach was the stone floor, stone wall, her binding chain, those iron stakes, and her manacles.
She went through her mental list, and frowned to herself. The only thing she could possibly use would be the iron spikes, so she went over to the one holding her ankle chains short, since it was the only one she could get to. She reached down to unhook her chain from the spike, and got thrown backwards with a magical barrier. The breath was knocked out of her, and she saw stars as she lay on her back, her hips horridly wrenched from the limit her chains put on her. She gasped in pain, and held her hips, feeling they had almost dislocated from the force of the throw.
“Yeah, should have mentioned, whole place is enchanted. Even that curtain between you and Spike. It’s as thin as velvet, and twice as light, but it’s like three feet of solid concrete. No noise or light, or anything will pass through.”
Buffy started at the voice from the shadows, seeing Angelus walk towards her, wearing black cotton slacks, and a silk shirt, the colour of a black pearl. His patent leather shoes echoed softly in the room with each step, as he walked towards her.
“At least you’re still predictable. Escape, kill me, save Spike, save Dawn… it’s all on your face. It can’t be done. This place is mine Buffy. It’s built to my specifications, including laws of physics and reality.” He squatted in front of her, just out of her chained reach. “We have bets going on how soon you’ll break you know. I think Vordak from receiving won yesterday, when you crawled to me, and begged. I actually thought you’d last a little longer, since she’s not even really your sister, but your bleeding heart morals won out on that. Kinda disappointed in you Buffy. I expected more of a fight.”
Buffy spat at him, “You’re going to get it you bastard.”
“You know, I’m actually NOT a bastard? Mum was married to dad when she boinked him and made me. Kinda sad really. Thought your Scooby’s would have found out that tidbit in your research of me.” He shrugged and stood up.
He smiled suddenly, his eyes misted, and far away as he remembered… “You know how long it got me to get her to scream out my name? Not even a half hour. For a virgin she was damned easy… I think she even got off on the pain at first.”
Buffy lunged at him, and was brought up quite short, by her chains. He chuckled again, not even looking at her, “She really is something. Those monks did a great job.” Buffy painfully got to her knees, as he absently lick his lips, and then bit his tongue, a goofy smile on his face.
“Get your bed warmed just the way you wanted it, freak?”
“Now that was a pathetic insult coming from you Buffy. I don’t know, you used to be stronger, smarter… or maybe Angel just idolized you a little too much. As for my bed, yes, it was perfectly warmed. She’s… recovering right now. You might not see her for a while yet.”
“What did you do to her, you sick sadistic fuck?”
“Whatever I wanted to do,” with that, he got up, and walked away, towards a door in the corner. Buffy stayed on her knees, and pulled in vain at her chains, and quickly brushed her tears angrily away.
She sat with her back to the wall, knees drawn up, and plotted silently. Not like there was anything else to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
What felt like hours later, Buffy heard bare feet on the stone floor, and looked up to see Dawn coming into the room.
“Dawn, Dawn look at me. SAY something Dawn. I know you’re in there, talk to me, please Dawn.”
Buffy kept pleading her silent sister to talk to her, and Dawn acted like she didn’t hear it. Dawn pulled back the curtain separating Buffy from Spike, and left the room again. Buffy couldn’t watch her leave, the scars and injuries on her back made her nauseous, the blood smeared along her thighs disturbed her and Dawn’s pallor worried her. She called her sisters name again, halfheartedly asking for a response, a reaction, and saw Spike glaring at her. He waited until Dawn had left, before snarling at Buffy.
“What the hell are you trying to do? If she’s IN THERE do you want her to come out again, IN THIS? He’d only break her again, he’d only make you and I suffer with what he does to her. If you want to try to find the real Dawn in there, do it when she’s safe. I can’t believe you are so… never mind. If he hears you talking to her, begging her to come out of her shell, he’ll just use it against you. He’ll use it against me, and use it against her. You know he’s sadistic. He wasn’t called the Scourge for nothing”
Buffy fell silent, turning over what Spike had said in her mind. She shuddered silently, as the reality of where she was hit her, as the reality of who held her as prisoner really was. She remembered all the stories, all the proof they had uncovered about Angelus. She remembered what they knew about Drusilla and how she was turned, how other creatures still reacted when Angelus’s name was mentioned, what they said. She was at his mercy, totally vulnerable, along with two people she cared for, loved, and bled for.
Buffy suddenly hurried to as far as her chains would let her go, and retched, throwing up nothing but stinging bile. She felt it sting her nose, and burn her throat, as her head started spinning. She moaned and fell to her knees, and kept retching, dry heaves making her body arch and tremble.
Finally when she was done, she spat out as much as she could, and crawled back to her previous position. Spike watched all of this silently, concern on his face. When she was finally settled, he spoke, “Finally understand what’s happening then?”
Buffy didn’t answer, just put her forehead down on her knees, and shook. “Buffy… just do what he wants. If you don’t, he’ll hurt her again. He might even make her torture herself to death just to teach you a lesson.” He fell silent again, and sat up, crossing her legs, and lowering his head.
He spoke again softly, not lifting his head, “Don’t hate me Buffy… please. I’m doing the only thing I can to keep her safe, to keep you safe. I’m sorry I failed you Buffy… please don’t hate me.”
Before Buffy could respond Angelus was in the room, repeating what Spike had said, mocking him, “Please don’t hate me Buffy, I’m sorry I failed you Buffy. Whine whine bitch whine bitch. That mouth of yours has other, better uses boy.”
Spike looked up when he first heard Angelus, and looked quickly down when he saw him. Spike crawled forward on his belly, his chain rattling loudly, as he pressed his lips against the shiny leather of Angelus’s shoes.
“That was one of them.” Angelus squatted, and lifted Spike by the chin, making their eyes meet. Spike tried to consciously relax his clenched jaw before Angelus gripped. He looked calmly into Spike’s eyes. “I know you aren’t broken yet, but you are obedient, somewhat. Don’t worry Spike, we’ll get you there.” He let go of Spike and walked over to Buffy.
He gestured towards the door way, and Dawn walked towards them, carrying a heavy covered tray. She knelt closely beside Angelus, facing Buffy, and with a nudge from his foot, she placed the tray on the ground before her, carefully removing the heavy metal cover. Buffy looked down at a large bowl of beige liquid, beside it was a large soup spoon, and on the other side was a large funnel.
“This is a high protein, high fat, vitamin enriched meal. They use it in hospitals for coma patients with feeding tubes and the like. It’s rather bland, what with being partially pre-digested, and since coma patients can’t complain, it’s perfect. I made sure this one was high fat, so we could get started on building your curves again.
Now you have a choice; either you eat this yourself with the spoon, or we shove the funnel down your throat and pour it in, while you pray you don’t choke. IF you puke this up, I will be VERY disappointed,” he said with a pointed look at her puddle of bile.
Buffy reached for the spoon while looking up at Angelus. He smiled and started to walk away, turning to face her as she took her first spoonful, and laughed at her look of disgust. “If that bowl isn’t licked clean by the time I get back, you won’t like the results,” and he walked away, snapping impatiently for Dawn, who scurried to follow him, carrying the cover, but leaving the tray with the bowl and funnel, as Buffy stared after her fleeing form.
Buffy stuck out her tongue, and shook her head, shuddering, “This stuff is NASTY. I don’t know if I can eat it.”
Spike was back on his back, hands beneath his head, staring at the ceiling. “Eat it. You won’t like what he does if you don’t.”
“What will he do?”
“I don’t know I just know you won’t like it. If I know him, he won’t give you enough time to finish it, so you better just slurp that stuff down. Hold your nose if you have to, just get it down.”
Buffy stared at the bowl, stirring it with her spoon, and dribbling it into the bowl from her spoon, sticking her tongue out at the watery consistency.
“Eat it Buffy,” Spike said, quietly. He stared at the ceiling, looking defeated, and worn out. He’s told her, warned her, and she was still playing squeamish girl. She’d learn, she’d learn like they’d all learned.
Buffy managed another spoonful, gagging as the sludge worked its way down her throat, and then the spoon was taken from her hands by Angelus’s cold ones. She had been so intent on trying not to puke, she hadn’t heard him come in, or approach her. He smiled softly, and twisted her arms behind her back, the magic lock on each opening, and sealing to the other, leaving her hands manacled together behind her back. She didn’t even have time to struggle as Angelus grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, jamming the funnel down her throat. He picked up the bowl, and held her head still as Buffy struggled to get away, and poured the entire contents of the bowl down the funnel.
Angelus heard her stomach rebel as her gag reflex was triggered, and he let her go, so she could puke on the floor, spewing out all of the gruel in a few long heaves. He laughed as she threw up, and called for a chair to sit and watch. When she was finished, he settled back comfortably, and rested his thumb and forefinger along his jaw. “Eat it”.
“What??” She shrieked, trying to back peddle away from him.
“I said, eat it. Lick it up, and eat it, every drop.”
“I’m not going to eat THAT, that’s disgusting!”
“You will eat it Buffy, and keep it down, or Dawn will castrate Spike with a rusty pocket knife.” Each word raised his anger and his voice, slowly bending him forwards towards Buffy, so his breath struck her face, and his teeth was all she could see. She leaned as far back into the stone wall as she could, trying to get away, when she heard Spike call her name.
She looked over at him with wide eyes, seeing Angelus’s minions chaining him tightly spread eagle, face upwards. He looked at her beseechingly as Dawn slowly walked towards him from out of her line of vision. She knelt gracefully between his knees, and held out a single delicate manicured hand out, palm up. A minion placed a dirty old Swiss Army pocket knife in her hand. Silently she flicked out the blade, and grabbed his testicles and cock in one hand. She pulled them taught away from Spikes body, and lifted the knife.
“WAIT, Angelus, wait, I’ll do it, just, undo my chains, I’ll do it,” she told him, hearing Spike struggle in his tight bindings, and laugh in nervous fear. Dawn hadn’t stopped, the blade was pressed against Spike’s skin, and she slowly sawed with it, blood started to flow, and Spike started to scream. Angelus held up his hand, halting Dawn’s movements.
“Who said anything about undoing chains?” He dragged her to her pool of puke, and pressed her face first into it. “Eat it Slayer.” He pressed his foot hard against the back of her neck, pressing the whole side of her face hard into the mess.
Buffy felt her teeth cut into her lips from the pressure, as she slowly stuck out her tongue, and started to cry, licking at it. He let her go, and she straightened slightly, so her face was no longer pressed uncomfortably into the stone floor. She stayed pressed against her own vomit, and pitifully licked at it as Spike cussed in the background.
“If you don’t hurry up, she’s going to start again Buffy.” She started to lick more animatedly at the puke, gagging now and again. The room waited silently for her to finish her noisy task.
When she was finished, she sat up, and kept her puke smeared face lowered, her face partially hidden by her long vomit soaked hair. She couldn’t stop gagging, throwing up again in her mouth from time to time, only to swallow it. When she stilled, Angelus patted the side of his leg, and Dawn came running to kneel beside him.
Minions came out of the shadows, and silently unrestrained Spike, leaving him in just his collar and chain like he’d been before. Spike curled up on his side, holding his groin with both hands.
Buffy shook under Angelus’s silent scrutiny. “I told you that you wouldn’t like it if you didn’t eat it while I was gone. You really should listen to me. Dawn my love, you’ve been such a good girl, I got you a present.” He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a long chain covered in tiny metal bells. They jingle and jangled as he held it in front of her. She looked up at his offering, and looked confused. “Place your left foot flat on the floor, bent knee towards the ceiling. Now point your toe.” She obeyed silently, still watching, confused and curious.
Angelus looped the chain around her ankle seven times, before clasping it. A bright flare of light indicated yet another mystical lock sealed shut. “Walk around the room, I want to hear it.” Angelus closed his eyes, smiling softly to himself as he listened to the musical slave prance about the large empty space. He patted the side of his leg again, and once more Dawn came running to kneel, this time accompanied by a frantic jangle of her new bells.
Gently Angelus stroked her long brown hair as Dawn silently knelt. Her soft full lips, tinted slightly pink, were slightly parted. She kept her blue eyes carefully downcast, Buffy wasn’t sure her sister had even looked at her since her capture. Buffy coughed loudly, and belched as more stomach acid tossed and turned inside her. Her body was not happy with what she had forced it to ingest.
Angelus tapped his lap, and Dawn swarmed into it, sitting on his right knee and resting her head on his right shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his midsection, shivering slightly when his fingers stroked her along her skin, wincing and gritting her teeth when he found a cut or bruise and cruelly pressed into it. He seemed to enjoy the dance he was creating out of her supple obedient body. Dawn softly placed a kiss on his neck, her soft pink tongue coming out from between her lips to lick at his pulse.
Buffy stared in horror, watching her tortured and bloody sister showing such affection to her captor and the one that had orchestrated her suffering, and theirs. She looked away as Dawn tilted her head for a brutal kiss, squeaking when Angelus bit her tongue, the blood welling out of their joined mouths to dribble in a single line down her chin. Angelus released her mouth, and licked the track of blood clean, swallowing contentedly.
He stood, suddenly, and dumped Dawn on her knees before him. She looked up and saw the bulge in his pants, and quickly undressed him, ever obedient and well trained, folding each item with utmost care and respect, as Angelus stood there, Spike watching, and Buffy trying not to watch. When Dawn finished, she placed her own kisses on Angelus’s feet, and knelt, waiting for her next command.
He gripped her hair in his fist and dragged her over to Spike, who was starting to sit up. Angelus waited while Spike pressed his partially healed lips to his feet, and kicked him in the side, making him curl up in the fetal position, protecting what must have been a bruised or broken rib.
“Hands and knees puppy, keep that back straight and level.” When Spike complied, Angelus laid Dawn on her back on top of Spike, her hair falling to cover his face as he was used as furniture; their backs pressed tightly together, her head resting on his. “If she falls off, I’ll take it out on Buffy,” Angelus told Spike, like reporting the weather, totally detached from any emotional meaning of the statement.
Angelus snapped his fingers, and motioned to his clothing, a minion ran and retrieved the plain grey remote, and brought it back to him. Angelus put the remote on Dawn’s belly, and then lifted her legs over his shoulders, baring her opening at the perfect height for a nice hard fuck. He picked up the remote, and thumbed it to a random pattern, causing the vibrators still deep inside Buffy to twitch to life, pulsing and thrumming away inside her.
As soon as Angelus heard Buffy’s first gasp of surprise, her rammed his aching hard cock into Dawn’s well used cunt. He put the remote on the ground, and picked up his speed, changing his angle as Dawn writhed beneath him, crying out softly, then louder and louder, finally calling out his name in her heightened passion.
Buffy squirmed on the ground, unable to look away, feeling her body respond to the vibrators within her. When Dawn’s cries started to reach a fevered peak, when she was barely able to articulate Angelus’s name, he threw her off Spike’s back, and rammed his slick cock hilt deep into Spike’s unsuspecting ass.
Buffy heard Spike holler, heard Angelus laugh, heard Dawn whimper in need and desperation, and heard herself moaning as her body was thrummed towards a climax. Dawn crawled between Angelus’s legs, her mouth open as she licked his asshole, sucking his balls into her mouth, tasting Spike’s blood on them as Angelus raped the smaller vampire beneath him.
Angelus’s face shifted from its human mask to the vampire visage, as he hammered mercilessly into Spike, ignoring his cries, and grunts, but no pleading. Spike would not plead for Angelus to stop, at least when he was raping Spike… that was all he was doing, and everyone else was safe enough, for now.
Buffy watched in amazement as Spike’s cock rose of its own accord, hardening under the onslaught. With a grunting cry, Angelus filled Spike’s ass with his seed, as Spike trembled beneath him, as Buffy cried out with her own orgasm. As soon as he pulled out of Spike’s ass, Dawn’s head darted forward, hungrily licking, and sucking Angelus’s sperm out of Spike’s ass, at the blood spilling out of it from the tears and rips of his rape. Dawn reached her hands forward and carefully separated Spike’s ass cheeks, to get more of the mixture.
The site shocked and revolted Buffy, making her hard earned full stomach start to rebel once more. She swallowed convulsively, trying to force the meal to stay where it was, instead of spilling it once more on the filthy floor. Another orgasm rushed through her, making her cry out more loudly then she had intended, making Angelus laugh.
“I don’t think she’s had enough, do you Buffy? I don’t think she’s been satisfied, I think she needs a little more attention, don’t you?” He grabbed Dawn’s hair once more, directing her to clean his blood and cum streaked cock, laughing as she avidly obeyed, as she moaned and whimpered, trying to get him hard again.
Buffy watched as her traitorous body once more arched with another unbidden orgasm, and she cried, sobbing into her filthy hair, as the stink of decomposing flesh and rotten blood and vomit filled her nose. She rolled onto her back, feeling weak and disoriented no longer fully conscious. She came to when he heard Spike snarl on the negative, and looked over, her hair now crusty and dry, rubbing harshly on her face as she watched Dawn straddle the chained down and prone Spike.
Dawn shivered, dancing the tip of Spike’s cock against her nether lips, stroking it up and down, as Spike seethed beneath her, his jaw clenched tightly, muscles jumping and popping in his jaw line.
Angelus stood over them, watching intently, as his left hand stroked his hard and heavy cock. “Bend over further… I wasn’t to see it go in…” Angelus murmured. He flipped the vibrators back on, keeping them at a low setting.
Buffy yelped as she squirmed at their sudden action, she hadn’t noticed he’d eased them off, and turning them back on teased her sensitive and excited flesh.
Dawn’s lips danced along Spike’s jaw, licking at the hollow underneath his ear, her hips pulsing softly as her pert, round, heavy breasts pressed against his chest. Angelus softly said “now” and sighed softly as her hips lowered, her twitching and well fucked pussy slowly enveloping Spike’s straining cock, the tip weeping from the pressure of the cock ring keeping his undead blood in his cock, keeping him hard and unable to be satisfied, or climax.
Spike arched his back, his head rolling as his mouth opened in a silent grunt, feeling Dawn’s slippery softness enveloping his rod. His arms struggled to reach for Dawn, to push her away or pull her closer, Buffy couldn’t tell, Angelus just laughed.
“Slowly Dawn, I want you to draw it out, slowly fill yourself with him.” He leaned back slightly for a better viewing angle, and chuckled as Dawn shivered, and moaned, sweat breaking out on her skin, scenting the air.
When she finally sheathed his cock deeply inside her, she grunted, and laid her body on top of his. When her teeth found Spike’s skin along his pulse point, he started to growl, biting it back when Angelus raised a single eyebrow.
Buffy looked away when Angelus knelt between Spike’s legs, one hand on her sisters ass. She clenched her eyes shut, and tried to block out the sensations the vibrators were causing inside her.
“If you don’t watch Buffy my dear, I’ll just have to do it again and again and again, making her scream a little more each time… hell, maybe just make her scream over and over. She can go for quite a while before she looses her voice. Quite a set of lungs on her.”
Buffy looked over once again, trying vainly to force the vibrators out of her body, and failing miserably. Her fingers reached for the buckles, to undo them, and free herself of the devices forced within her, only to get a rather agonizing electric shock. Angelus laughed again, “MY world Buffy,” he snarled, as he forced his cock into Dawn’s lifted and waiting ass.
Dawn screamed and Buffy struggled to get closer to her, to force Angelus off her sister. Dawn screamed again and again, as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her dry tightness, using blood from her tears to ease his way inside her. She struggled beneath him, trying to get away, sobbing and crying, gulping for air.
Buffy screamed “MERCY! Uncle, anything, everything, PLEASE STOP! You’ll kill her you bastard!” Angelus just fucked her, Spike huffing softly underneath the two bodies atop him, feeling Angelus’s cock trusting against his own, only a thin membrane separating them.
Spike clenched his eyes shut, holding his un-needed breath in, as he felt Dawn struggling on top of him, stirring deep within him the demon he sheathed inside his soul. He remembered when Angelus and he would enjoy the flesh of their victims this way, draining them, as they struggled between them. He flashed back to memories of girls sobbing breathlessly, barely conscious from blood loss, as he raped the life out of them, Angelus helping, leading, or killing his own right along side. He remembered boys sobbing for their mothers are they bled to death from internal damage and his insatiable hunger.
He started to cry. Soft shuddering sobs as his minds eye replayed the tortures and torments he once inflicted for his personal enjoyment before earning his soul. His demon and soul fought within him, and for one horrifying moment, he felt his soul quaver within him, and his demon get a foot hold. He shuddered in dread, wondering what was happening inside him, was this what loosing your mind felt like, he wondered.
As his Sire came inside Dawn, Spike snarled in frustration, the cock ring holding the base of his shaft making his own climax utterly impossible. He bucked in his chains, frustration pulling his human mask off, as he seethed in his denial.
Angelus pulled out of the sobbing, drooling Dawn, her breath catching in her throat as she sobbed continuously. Her legs twitched and shuddered as she tried to hold still, as Angelus towered once more over her.
“Twice in a few hours of each other, and you don’t do anything but take it. Dawn, I broke you well,” he smiled to himself as he gestured for a minion to take care of her wounds. “Put her back in my bed when you’re done, I want her arse nice and healed and healthy.” He looked over at his minion, and back handed his lecherous gaze off his face. “If you so much as touch what is mine in ways I have not EXPRESSLY permitted, you will find your head mounted on a pike, your body emptied but for your heart as your skin is stretched across the wall. Do you understand?” The minion nodded, looking contrite, and terrified, as he picked up the still crying Dawn, and carried her off.
Angelus looked over at Buffy, and smiled charmingly. “The senior partners are ecstatic about you being here Buffy. They can’t wait to see what becomes of you.” He lay down on his side, his back to Spike who was starting to struggle in his chains a little louder. He’d been denied his own climax for so long he was starting to get a little pissy about it. Angelus got up and released the joining of the manacles behind her back, re-attaching them to the chains.
“Angelus… I… I need to go to the bathroom.” Buffy stammered out, quietly, blushing bright red.
“What’s stopping you?” He countered.
She looked at him confused, and lifted her chains, rattling them. “Can’t exactly walk myself to the ladies room to powder my nose, now can I?”
“Who said you’d be using a toilet, never mind privacy in a bathroom? You’re my little chained animal. Squat in a corner, you’re chains will let you.” He chuckled at her shocked expression.
“Wh-what about… what about the… thing, this thing,” she motioned towards the leather encasing her crotch, keeping the vibrators safely inside her.
“True, getting it all nasty wouldn’t be ‘nice’ now would it? Neither would your being forced to keep it on after you go… so go squat in a corner, and go.”
Buffy stared at him, tears of humiliation in her eyes, and moved to stand, halting when he lifted a hand. She glared at him, and crawled as far away as her chains would allow, and squatted, letting loose a long stream of urine dribbling out from beneath the locked leather panties, coating her thighs, and shins and feet in the pale yellow fluid. She looked away from all the rooms occupants, keeping her eyes locked on the ceiling as she emptied her bladder.
She crawled away from the stream, back to where she had been, keeping her eyes averted from Angelus. She knew he’d been watching, his soft laugh told her he noticed her shame, her blush, and her humiliation. He knew what he was doing, and how humiliated she felt. He leaned towards her and wrinkled his nose.
“You stink Buffy.”
She looked up at him, hatred on her face, “No shit Sherlock. I’ve just pissed myself, puked all over myself, have food clinging to my body and hair, and who knows HOW long I was kept here without the ability to bathe myself for your olfactory pleasure.”
He nodded at her outburst, and stretched out on his side once more, keeping his eyes locked on her face, as she kept hers on his. Suddenly an icy blast of water hit her. She yelped in surprise, and tried to get away from the spray, only to see she’d been surrounded by minions with hoses turned on full blast, aimed directly at her. She sputtered, and covered her face, keeping her eyes clenched shut, shuddering as the cold seemed to seep into her very bones. She turned and lay flat on her stomach, turning it into a fetal position, trying to keep the frigid water from her front and face.
Over the roar of the water, she heard the roar of Angelus’s laugh, and the roar of Spike’s scream of impotent rage. Buffy felt the water turn off, her body numb from the freezing water. She sobbed, and screamed as her body started to warm up. Tingles, and needles, and lacing pain danced through her entire body as shudders and shakes worked their way through her. She convulsed, gritting her teeth, her body loosing any real connection with her brain other then sending the message she was in agony over and over again.
When she started to calm down, swallowing whimpers of pain, someone threw a comb at her head, and another gave her a large metal bowl full of water with a wash cloth floating in the bowl. “Clean yourself off Slayer, comb your hair, make yourself presentable, you are about to be viewed by… a client of sorts.” He hopped up to his feet, and happily whistled his way out the door, leaving her on her own in a room with minions hidden in shadows, and Spike chained onto his back.
She looked at Spike, and called his name, but he didn’t answer. She would have thought him asleep, if it wasn’t for the fact he was snarling, shaking his head, struggling against his bonds and crying at random intervals.
She debated her next step, knowing Angelus would be displeased if she didn’t tend to herself, and not caring… but she knew he wouldn’t take out his dissatisfaction out on her, but on someone she loved, and cared about, so she got to work. Working the tangles out carefully with the comb, she used the water in the basin to rinse her hair clean, though she wished for soap and shampoo. She was pleased to see that as soon as the water was used up, or got dirty, a minion came quickly with another basin full of clean water, another clean wash cloth. She cleaned herself up as best she could, and sat and waited for Angelus to re-appear, drawing her knees up to her chest, trying to stop her trembling, trying to convince herself it was from the cold, and not from outright terror as to what was happening to her, what had happened to her. Part of her mind wondered if this was shock, another part was babbling incoherently, and the rest was a pregnant silence, waiting to spill out the horrors within her mind in a horrific birthing.
She heard a woman talking, a heavy male voice replied. As the voices came closer, Buffy tried to understand what they were talking about, and found it was nothing but empty pleasantries, devoid of actual content. Angelus led the way into the room, indicating it with one sweeping hand, as a tall and regal woman entered. Her body was covered with a long dark green dress, encrusted with silver embroidery, and precious stones. Her pale face was severe, and regal, a woman used to authority and her every whim instantly delivered. Thick coils of black hair tumbled out from underneath her crown past her knees. Distantly Buffy wondered if that hair was real or a wig or extensions of some sort, and started when she saw the hair move of its own volition.
The woman led a nubile young woman on a leash; the collar showing glinted in the light of the room, precious stones hiding the metal used to encircle her slender throat. Her long straight brown hair cascaded down her bare back. Diaphanous tan colored silk about twenty centimeters wide fell from a chain belt about her waist to her knees in front and behind. Buffy frowned, and looked the girl over again, and stared at the Dawn look-alike. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and her lips were different, but if Buffy squinted, she could have sworn it was Dawn before her.
She tuned into the discussion, and watched Spike, as he watched the girl. He licked his lips, and just stared, holding still, smirking silently to himself. Minions appeared around him, unchaining him from his position, lengthening his neck chain considerably, but he stayed on his back, panting softly.
“He’s the one chosen?” The woman scornfully looked Spike over, eyes lingering on bruises and cuts, and finally settling on his still aching cock.
“This is William the Bloody, I assure you he will do quite well as a stud,” he smirked at Spike. “As long as the wench is fertile, things will move smoothly.”
The strange woman unclipped the leash, and the girl moved forward on trembling legs towards Spike. She knelt beside him, and undid the cock ring, only to let out a scream of pure terror as Spike launched himself at her. She tried to run, but was easily over powered by the lust filled vampire, and was tumbled until she was pinned beneath him. He loomed over her, and his face shifted to its demonic form, and laughed maniacally.
She shrieked, and struggled beneath him, trying to get free of his chilling embrace. Easily Spike slide his knee between hers, and spread her legs roughly apart as he climbed atop her. She kept struggling, and started to cry as Spike plunged his aching cock inside her. He fucked her ruthlessly, seeming to find some problem at the beginning but vigorously plunged his cold cock into her unready body.
As Spike raped the girl, the rest of the room watched in stony or shocked silence, depending on their personal values. His grunts seemed to echo in the space, as he filled her with his demonic seed. She lay beneath him, trembling, tear streaked, but calm. She didn’t try to get away, just waited for Spike to climb off her, and was rudely brought back to reality as he just started fucking her again.
Bruises sprouted along the girl’s arms as Spike held on to her savagely, not letting his fuck wander away from his pounding cock. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, plunging in again without a pause, pushing her head down with his vampiric strength with one hand to open her up to easier access, and the other added a new mottling of bruises along her hips and ass as he kept his savage grip upon her body, making sure she didn’t move from beneath him, as he smiled above her, jaw clenched tight as his eyes rolled backwards in his head. Animalistic pleasure in every line of his body, as he filled her again with his cold seed, body shuddering in ripples from his head to his knees. He grunted twice with two more strokes, and seemed to calm.
Angelus walked towards Buffy, and pulled her away from the wall by her ankle chains. Stripping in sure movements, he walked towards her, and stretched himself out between the wall and her body, making sure her view of the proceedings wasn’t interfered with. She glared up at him, and got up onto her elbows. She drew in breath to insult him, and let it out with a soft involuntary moan. His cool fingers had found her nipple, and he was rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it lightly from time to time, teasing another moan from her lips.
Her eyes drifted closed in bliss, only to open and lock on Spike as he let out another snarl, starting to thrust into to girl again. Cool lips locked on Buffy’s throat, causing her to stiffen, her breath caught behind a ball of panic lodged in her throat. She drew in a ragged breath when Angelus’s cool tongue licked along her pulse point, and found the sweet spot behind her ear. She whimpered when he drew her earlobe into his mouth, and gasped softly, her lips parting involuntarily like her thighs when he sucked it, nibbling with blunt human teeth.
She tried to look away from the brutal coupling below her, to concentrate on the tender hands and lips of Angelus, when she felt him force her to keep watching Spike. Reality started to bubble up from the haze of desire he had built on her, and from the musk of his magicked cologne. This was wrong, what was happening? She started to push again Angelus, and drew in a breath to add strength to her muscles, but she drew in the scent of the cologne along with fresh air into her lungs, causing the mists to envelope her again, blinding reason, leaving only desire in its wake.
Angelus nuzzled her neck, watching her arch her neck, bearing her throat to his lips. His hand traced a feather light path from where it had been restraining her head to keep her facing the coupling, down the side of her body. Nimble cold fingers traced the curve of her breast, teasing a nipple, before continuing its journey down her body.
She arched into his hand, licking her lips as her eyes glazed over with lust. When he unlocked her leather panties, she groaned with need, her hands reaching down towards her pussy, one plunging three fingers inside her dripping hole, the other tweaking her nipples.
Angelus laughed, and watched, nibbling her shoulder while his hand stroked her bare breasts, tweaking and fiddling with her nipples, pressing his cold body against her hot one, his firm erection pressing against her, sliding between her ass cheeks as it pressed against her back. She leaned back into it, moaning again, letting her eyes flitter shut in ecstasy. His hands left her flushed body to whack her once on the head, “Watch it, don’t look away,” and bit her earlobe gently, sucking it again when she opened her eyes to watch.
She watched Spike give a particularly harsh thrust, and came, her legs kicked out as her juices shot out of her pulsing pussy to cover her hands. Angelus reached down, and grabbed her hands away. He slid his left arm under her neck, cradling her head, and grabbing her left hand in his. His right hand grabbed hers, and bent it behind her back, to grasp his rigid cock. When she moaned and grasped it tighter, gently pumping it with her small hands, he let go and reached over her, to play with her clit.
She arched against his hand, her soft mewling a counterpoint to Spike’s animalistic grunting, as the girl beneath him started panting. The woman in her regal dress started chanting under her breath in a language that Buffy couldn’t identify, watching the proceedings avidly.
Angelus brought Buffy to another explosive orgasm, but held his own in check, nibbling with dull teeth on her throat and ear, before starting his fingers inside her again, his thumb slipping against her clit as her hips gyrated beneath his touch.
Suddenly, the girl began to cry out in ecstasy, her orgasm ripped from her, unbidden, as Angelus squirted his cold silky load onto Buffy’s back. A silent shockwave seemed to flash through the room, and the chanting woman stopped, nodding in silent approval. Angelus pulled his fingers out of Buffy, and carefully locked her manacles to her collar, leaving her unable to touch herself. Buffy struggled fervently against the chains, trying to touch herself, whimpering in need as she struggled.
Spike seemed to come more into himself after the shockwave. He pulled back from the girl, seeing her bruises on her body, her long brown hair tousled and tangled in her struggles and his thrusts. He scrambled away from her, abject horror in his every line, “Dawn…,” he choked out before turning to retch. He gagged as the horror of the thought of having raped Dawn in that manner, in that way, and the certainty he felt that he’d done it.
The woman held out her hand, the leash wrapped around it, and the girl struggled to crawl to her, aching, bruised and battered from Spike’s brutal rape. The woman clicked the leash, and led the girl away, while Buffy gasped at the site of blood trickling down the girl’s inner thighs.
Spike fell onto his side in a shuddering heap, staring into space as the horror he had just done replayed over and over again, his mind reeling at what he had done to Dawn.
The drugs reached their peak, and Buffy lost consciousness, trembling with need.
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Remember it's an Alternative Universe of my own design which probably makes sense for no one but me. This is after Angel The Series ended, but where Wolfram and Heart had taken Angel's soul out before the apocalypse at the end of the series. The apocalypse still happens, but they're all pretty removed from it.
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Title: Shattered Shards
Pairings: Buffy/Angelus, Angelus/Spike, Angelus/Dawn, Spike/Dawn, Angelus/Spike/Dawn, Spike/some random chick.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: non-con, slavery, puke, rape, torture, anything you can think of really.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing.
Short Summary: Angelus starts to fatten Buffy up, and well, torture, rape, the usual, happens. I'm not good at the summary things apparently.
Word Count: 7475 (As per MS Word Count)
Cross Posted To: My IJ, darker_spike, A_darker_angel, btvsats_love
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She woke up, groggy and stiff from sleeping on the cold stone floor. She lifted her head, and looked about. The curtain had been lowered; Spike was no longer in view. She didn’t even know if he was still there. Her wrist chains had been left as loose as Angelus had permitted them; her ankle chains were still as tight as he had made them. Carefully, she stood up; stretching the stiffness out of her muscles, hoping the previous weakness was over and done with.
As she stretched, she saw the fresh scar near her mons, the brand he had placed upon her. She looked down at the cursive capital A, with the rose beneath it. Gently trailing her fingers over it, she felt the scar, felt how sensitive the skin was. Her chains rattled with each movement, but she ignored it, there was nothing she could do about it for now, so no point wasting breath thinking about it.
She expected to die here, if everything Spike said was true, it the apocalypse had already started, and her friends were already fighting for their lives, if not dead already. She expected to die here, but she’d be damned if she’d go without a fight, or without her sister and Spike. She wasn’t going to leave them here to be tortured and tormented by Angelus. She held no hope for getting Angel back. She knew nothing about the spell they used to take his soul out of him, or anything about putting his soul back in, other then needing an esoteric crystal orb which she didn’t have access to.
She’d pulled her punches before when faced with Angelus. She’d been unable to kill him until he’d opened the portal. Then it had been her love, or the world. She chose the world. Now she chose herself, and damn him from trying to break her, for what he’d done to her and hers.
She looked around the room, at the corpses piled against the walls in heaps. She saw the shelf where Angelus had kept the ointment, it was empty. She walked as far as her chains would let her, looking for anything to use against him, anything to break the chains, anything that could possibly help her. The only things in her reach was the stone floor, stone wall, her binding chain, those iron stakes, and her manacles.
She went through her mental list, and frowned to herself. The only thing she could possibly use would be the iron spikes, so she went over to the one holding her ankle chains short, since it was the only one she could get to. She reached down to unhook her chain from the spike, and got thrown backwards with a magical barrier. The breath was knocked out of her, and she saw stars as she lay on her back, her hips horridly wrenched from the limit her chains put on her. She gasped in pain, and held her hips, feeling they had almost dislocated from the force of the throw.
“Yeah, should have mentioned, whole place is enchanted. Even that curtain between you and Spike. It’s as thin as velvet, and twice as light, but it’s like three feet of solid concrete. No noise or light, or anything will pass through.”
Buffy started at the voice from the shadows, seeing Angelus walk towards her, wearing black cotton slacks, and a silk shirt, the colour of a black pearl. His patent leather shoes echoed softly in the room with each step, as he walked towards her.
“At least you’re still predictable. Escape, kill me, save Spike, save Dawn… it’s all on your face. It can’t be done. This place is mine Buffy. It’s built to my specifications, including laws of physics and reality.” He squatted in front of her, just out of her chained reach. “We have bets going on how soon you’ll break you know. I think Vordak from receiving won yesterday, when you crawled to me, and begged. I actually thought you’d last a little longer, since she’s not even really your sister, but your bleeding heart morals won out on that. Kinda disappointed in you Buffy. I expected more of a fight.”
Buffy spat at him, “You’re going to get it you bastard.”
“You know, I’m actually NOT a bastard? Mum was married to dad when she boinked him and made me. Kinda sad really. Thought your Scooby’s would have found out that tidbit in your research of me.” He shrugged and stood up.
He smiled suddenly, his eyes misted, and far away as he remembered… “You know how long it got me to get her to scream out my name? Not even a half hour. For a virgin she was damned easy… I think she even got off on the pain at first.”
Buffy lunged at him, and was brought up quite short, by her chains. He chuckled again, not even looking at her, “She really is something. Those monks did a great job.” Buffy painfully got to her knees, as he absently lick his lips, and then bit his tongue, a goofy smile on his face.
“Get your bed warmed just the way you wanted it, freak?”
“Now that was a pathetic insult coming from you Buffy. I don’t know, you used to be stronger, smarter… or maybe Angel just idolized you a little too much. As for my bed, yes, it was perfectly warmed. She’s… recovering right now. You might not see her for a while yet.”
“What did you do to her, you sick sadistic fuck?”
“Whatever I wanted to do,” with that, he got up, and walked away, towards a door in the corner. Buffy stayed on her knees, and pulled in vain at her chains, and quickly brushed her tears angrily away.
She sat with her back to the wall, knees drawn up, and plotted silently. Not like there was anything else to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
What felt like hours later, Buffy heard bare feet on the stone floor, and looked up to see Dawn coming into the room.
“Dawn, Dawn look at me. SAY something Dawn. I know you’re in there, talk to me, please Dawn.”
Buffy kept pleading her silent sister to talk to her, and Dawn acted like she didn’t hear it. Dawn pulled back the curtain separating Buffy from Spike, and left the room again. Buffy couldn’t watch her leave, the scars and injuries on her back made her nauseous, the blood smeared along her thighs disturbed her and Dawn’s pallor worried her. She called her sisters name again, halfheartedly asking for a response, a reaction, and saw Spike glaring at her. He waited until Dawn had left, before snarling at Buffy.
“What the hell are you trying to do? If she’s IN THERE do you want her to come out again, IN THIS? He’d only break her again, he’d only make you and I suffer with what he does to her. If you want to try to find the real Dawn in there, do it when she’s safe. I can’t believe you are so… never mind. If he hears you talking to her, begging her to come out of her shell, he’ll just use it against you. He’ll use it against me, and use it against her. You know he’s sadistic. He wasn’t called the Scourge for nothing”
Buffy fell silent, turning over what Spike had said in her mind. She shuddered silently, as the reality of where she was hit her, as the reality of who held her as prisoner really was. She remembered all the stories, all the proof they had uncovered about Angelus. She remembered what they knew about Drusilla and how she was turned, how other creatures still reacted when Angelus’s name was mentioned, what they said. She was at his mercy, totally vulnerable, along with two people she cared for, loved, and bled for.
Buffy suddenly hurried to as far as her chains would let her go, and retched, throwing up nothing but stinging bile. She felt it sting her nose, and burn her throat, as her head started spinning. She moaned and fell to her knees, and kept retching, dry heaves making her body arch and tremble.
Finally when she was done, she spat out as much as she could, and crawled back to her previous position. Spike watched all of this silently, concern on his face. When she was finally settled, he spoke, “Finally understand what’s happening then?”
Buffy didn’t answer, just put her forehead down on her knees, and shook. “Buffy… just do what he wants. If you don’t, he’ll hurt her again. He might even make her torture herself to death just to teach you a lesson.” He fell silent again, and sat up, crossing her legs, and lowering his head.
He spoke again softly, not lifting his head, “Don’t hate me Buffy… please. I’m doing the only thing I can to keep her safe, to keep you safe. I’m sorry I failed you Buffy… please don’t hate me.”
Before Buffy could respond Angelus was in the room, repeating what Spike had said, mocking him, “Please don’t hate me Buffy, I’m sorry I failed you Buffy. Whine whine bitch whine bitch. That mouth of yours has other, better uses boy.”
Spike looked up when he first heard Angelus, and looked quickly down when he saw him. Spike crawled forward on his belly, his chain rattling loudly, as he pressed his lips against the shiny leather of Angelus’s shoes.
“That was one of them.” Angelus squatted, and lifted Spike by the chin, making their eyes meet. Spike tried to consciously relax his clenched jaw before Angelus gripped. He looked calmly into Spike’s eyes. “I know you aren’t broken yet, but you are obedient, somewhat. Don’t worry Spike, we’ll get you there.” He let go of Spike and walked over to Buffy.
He gestured towards the door way, and Dawn walked towards them, carrying a heavy covered tray. She knelt closely beside Angelus, facing Buffy, and with a nudge from his foot, she placed the tray on the ground before her, carefully removing the heavy metal cover. Buffy looked down at a large bowl of beige liquid, beside it was a large soup spoon, and on the other side was a large funnel.
“This is a high protein, high fat, vitamin enriched meal. They use it in hospitals for coma patients with feeding tubes and the like. It’s rather bland, what with being partially pre-digested, and since coma patients can’t complain, it’s perfect. I made sure this one was high fat, so we could get started on building your curves again.
Now you have a choice; either you eat this yourself with the spoon, or we shove the funnel down your throat and pour it in, while you pray you don’t choke. IF you puke this up, I will be VERY disappointed,” he said with a pointed look at her puddle of bile.
Buffy reached for the spoon while looking up at Angelus. He smiled and started to walk away, turning to face her as she took her first spoonful, and laughed at her look of disgust. “If that bowl isn’t licked clean by the time I get back, you won’t like the results,” and he walked away, snapping impatiently for Dawn, who scurried to follow him, carrying the cover, but leaving the tray with the bowl and funnel, as Buffy stared after her fleeing form.
Buffy stuck out her tongue, and shook her head, shuddering, “This stuff is NASTY. I don’t know if I can eat it.”
Spike was back on his back, hands beneath his head, staring at the ceiling. “Eat it. You won’t like what he does if you don’t.”
“What will he do?”
“I don’t know I just know you won’t like it. If I know him, he won’t give you enough time to finish it, so you better just slurp that stuff down. Hold your nose if you have to, just get it down.”
Buffy stared at the bowl, stirring it with her spoon, and dribbling it into the bowl from her spoon, sticking her tongue out at the watery consistency.
“Eat it Buffy,” Spike said, quietly. He stared at the ceiling, looking defeated, and worn out. He’s told her, warned her, and she was still playing squeamish girl. She’d learn, she’d learn like they’d all learned.
Buffy managed another spoonful, gagging as the sludge worked its way down her throat, and then the spoon was taken from her hands by Angelus’s cold ones. She had been so intent on trying not to puke, she hadn’t heard him come in, or approach her. He smiled softly, and twisted her arms behind her back, the magic lock on each opening, and sealing to the other, leaving her hands manacled together behind her back. She didn’t even have time to struggle as Angelus grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, jamming the funnel down her throat. He picked up the bowl, and held her head still as Buffy struggled to get away, and poured the entire contents of the bowl down the funnel.
Angelus heard her stomach rebel as her gag reflex was triggered, and he let her go, so she could puke on the floor, spewing out all of the gruel in a few long heaves. He laughed as she threw up, and called for a chair to sit and watch. When she was finished, he settled back comfortably, and rested his thumb and forefinger along his jaw. “Eat it”.
“What??” She shrieked, trying to back peddle away from him.
“I said, eat it. Lick it up, and eat it, every drop.”
“I’m not going to eat THAT, that’s disgusting!”
“You will eat it Buffy, and keep it down, or Dawn will castrate Spike with a rusty pocket knife.” Each word raised his anger and his voice, slowly bending him forwards towards Buffy, so his breath struck her face, and his teeth was all she could see. She leaned as far back into the stone wall as she could, trying to get away, when she heard Spike call her name.
She looked over at him with wide eyes, seeing Angelus’s minions chaining him tightly spread eagle, face upwards. He looked at her beseechingly as Dawn slowly walked towards him from out of her line of vision. She knelt gracefully between his knees, and held out a single delicate manicured hand out, palm up. A minion placed a dirty old Swiss Army pocket knife in her hand. Silently she flicked out the blade, and grabbed his testicles and cock in one hand. She pulled them taught away from Spikes body, and lifted the knife.
“WAIT, Angelus, wait, I’ll do it, just, undo my chains, I’ll do it,” she told him, hearing Spike struggle in his tight bindings, and laugh in nervous fear. Dawn hadn’t stopped, the blade was pressed against Spike’s skin, and she slowly sawed with it, blood started to flow, and Spike started to scream. Angelus held up his hand, halting Dawn’s movements.
“Who said anything about undoing chains?” He dragged her to her pool of puke, and pressed her face first into it. “Eat it Slayer.” He pressed his foot hard against the back of her neck, pressing the whole side of her face hard into the mess.
Buffy felt her teeth cut into her lips from the pressure, as she slowly stuck out her tongue, and started to cry, licking at it. He let her go, and she straightened slightly, so her face was no longer pressed uncomfortably into the stone floor. She stayed pressed against her own vomit, and pitifully licked at it as Spike cussed in the background.
“If you don’t hurry up, she’s going to start again Buffy.” She started to lick more animatedly at the puke, gagging now and again. The room waited silently for her to finish her noisy task.
When she was finished, she sat up, and kept her puke smeared face lowered, her face partially hidden by her long vomit soaked hair. She couldn’t stop gagging, throwing up again in her mouth from time to time, only to swallow it. When she stilled, Angelus patted the side of his leg, and Dawn came running to kneel beside him.
Minions came out of the shadows, and silently unrestrained Spike, leaving him in just his collar and chain like he’d been before. Spike curled up on his side, holding his groin with both hands.
Buffy shook under Angelus’s silent scrutiny. “I told you that you wouldn’t like it if you didn’t eat it while I was gone. You really should listen to me. Dawn my love, you’ve been such a good girl, I got you a present.” He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a long chain covered in tiny metal bells. They jingle and jangled as he held it in front of her. She looked up at his offering, and looked confused. “Place your left foot flat on the floor, bent knee towards the ceiling. Now point your toe.” She obeyed silently, still watching, confused and curious.
Angelus looped the chain around her ankle seven times, before clasping it. A bright flare of light indicated yet another mystical lock sealed shut. “Walk around the room, I want to hear it.” Angelus closed his eyes, smiling softly to himself as he listened to the musical slave prance about the large empty space. He patted the side of his leg again, and once more Dawn came running to kneel, this time accompanied by a frantic jangle of her new bells.
Gently Angelus stroked her long brown hair as Dawn silently knelt. Her soft full lips, tinted slightly pink, were slightly parted. She kept her blue eyes carefully downcast, Buffy wasn’t sure her sister had even looked at her since her capture. Buffy coughed loudly, and belched as more stomach acid tossed and turned inside her. Her body was not happy with what she had forced it to ingest.
Angelus tapped his lap, and Dawn swarmed into it, sitting on his right knee and resting her head on his right shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his midsection, shivering slightly when his fingers stroked her along her skin, wincing and gritting her teeth when he found a cut or bruise and cruelly pressed into it. He seemed to enjoy the dance he was creating out of her supple obedient body. Dawn softly placed a kiss on his neck, her soft pink tongue coming out from between her lips to lick at his pulse.
Buffy stared in horror, watching her tortured and bloody sister showing such affection to her captor and the one that had orchestrated her suffering, and theirs. She looked away as Dawn tilted her head for a brutal kiss, squeaking when Angelus bit her tongue, the blood welling out of their joined mouths to dribble in a single line down her chin. Angelus released her mouth, and licked the track of blood clean, swallowing contentedly.
He stood, suddenly, and dumped Dawn on her knees before him. She looked up and saw the bulge in his pants, and quickly undressed him, ever obedient and well trained, folding each item with utmost care and respect, as Angelus stood there, Spike watching, and Buffy trying not to watch. When Dawn finished, she placed her own kisses on Angelus’s feet, and knelt, waiting for her next command.
He gripped her hair in his fist and dragged her over to Spike, who was starting to sit up. Angelus waited while Spike pressed his partially healed lips to his feet, and kicked him in the side, making him curl up in the fetal position, protecting what must have been a bruised or broken rib.
“Hands and knees puppy, keep that back straight and level.” When Spike complied, Angelus laid Dawn on her back on top of Spike, her hair falling to cover his face as he was used as furniture; their backs pressed tightly together, her head resting on his. “If she falls off, I’ll take it out on Buffy,” Angelus told Spike, like reporting the weather, totally detached from any emotional meaning of the statement.
Angelus snapped his fingers, and motioned to his clothing, a minion ran and retrieved the plain grey remote, and brought it back to him. Angelus put the remote on Dawn’s belly, and then lifted her legs over his shoulders, baring her opening at the perfect height for a nice hard fuck. He picked up the remote, and thumbed it to a random pattern, causing the vibrators still deep inside Buffy to twitch to life, pulsing and thrumming away inside her.
As soon as Angelus heard Buffy’s first gasp of surprise, her rammed his aching hard cock into Dawn’s well used cunt. He put the remote on the ground, and picked up his speed, changing his angle as Dawn writhed beneath him, crying out softly, then louder and louder, finally calling out his name in her heightened passion.
Buffy squirmed on the ground, unable to look away, feeling her body respond to the vibrators within her. When Dawn’s cries started to reach a fevered peak, when she was barely able to articulate Angelus’s name, he threw her off Spike’s back, and rammed his slick cock hilt deep into Spike’s unsuspecting ass.
Buffy heard Spike holler, heard Angelus laugh, heard Dawn whimper in need and desperation, and heard herself moaning as her body was thrummed towards a climax. Dawn crawled between Angelus’s legs, her mouth open as she licked his asshole, sucking his balls into her mouth, tasting Spike’s blood on them as Angelus raped the smaller vampire beneath him.
Angelus’s face shifted from its human mask to the vampire visage, as he hammered mercilessly into Spike, ignoring his cries, and grunts, but no pleading. Spike would not plead for Angelus to stop, at least when he was raping Spike… that was all he was doing, and everyone else was safe enough, for now.
Buffy watched in amazement as Spike’s cock rose of its own accord, hardening under the onslaught. With a grunting cry, Angelus filled Spike’s ass with his seed, as Spike trembled beneath him, as Buffy cried out with her own orgasm. As soon as he pulled out of Spike’s ass, Dawn’s head darted forward, hungrily licking, and sucking Angelus’s sperm out of Spike’s ass, at the blood spilling out of it from the tears and rips of his rape. Dawn reached her hands forward and carefully separated Spike’s ass cheeks, to get more of the mixture.
The site shocked and revolted Buffy, making her hard earned full stomach start to rebel once more. She swallowed convulsively, trying to force the meal to stay where it was, instead of spilling it once more on the filthy floor. Another orgasm rushed through her, making her cry out more loudly then she had intended, making Angelus laugh.
“I don’t think she’s had enough, do you Buffy? I don’t think she’s been satisfied, I think she needs a little more attention, don’t you?” He grabbed Dawn’s hair once more, directing her to clean his blood and cum streaked cock, laughing as she avidly obeyed, as she moaned and whimpered, trying to get him hard again.
Buffy watched as her traitorous body once more arched with another unbidden orgasm, and she cried, sobbing into her filthy hair, as the stink of decomposing flesh and rotten blood and vomit filled her nose. She rolled onto her back, feeling weak and disoriented no longer fully conscious. She came to when he heard Spike snarl on the negative, and looked over, her hair now crusty and dry, rubbing harshly on her face as she watched Dawn straddle the chained down and prone Spike.
Dawn shivered, dancing the tip of Spike’s cock against her nether lips, stroking it up and down, as Spike seethed beneath her, his jaw clenched tightly, muscles jumping and popping in his jaw line.
Angelus stood over them, watching intently, as his left hand stroked his hard and heavy cock. “Bend over further… I wasn’t to see it go in…” Angelus murmured. He flipped the vibrators back on, keeping them at a low setting.
Buffy yelped as she squirmed at their sudden action, she hadn’t noticed he’d eased them off, and turning them back on teased her sensitive and excited flesh.
Dawn’s lips danced along Spike’s jaw, licking at the hollow underneath his ear, her hips pulsing softly as her pert, round, heavy breasts pressed against his chest. Angelus softly said “now” and sighed softly as her hips lowered, her twitching and well fucked pussy slowly enveloping Spike’s straining cock, the tip weeping from the pressure of the cock ring keeping his undead blood in his cock, keeping him hard and unable to be satisfied, or climax.
Spike arched his back, his head rolling as his mouth opened in a silent grunt, feeling Dawn’s slippery softness enveloping his rod. His arms struggled to reach for Dawn, to push her away or pull her closer, Buffy couldn’t tell, Angelus just laughed.
“Slowly Dawn, I want you to draw it out, slowly fill yourself with him.” He leaned back slightly for a better viewing angle, and chuckled as Dawn shivered, and moaned, sweat breaking out on her skin, scenting the air.
When she finally sheathed his cock deeply inside her, she grunted, and laid her body on top of his. When her teeth found Spike’s skin along his pulse point, he started to growl, biting it back when Angelus raised a single eyebrow.
Buffy looked away when Angelus knelt between Spike’s legs, one hand on her sisters ass. She clenched her eyes shut, and tried to block out the sensations the vibrators were causing inside her.
“If you don’t watch Buffy my dear, I’ll just have to do it again and again and again, making her scream a little more each time… hell, maybe just make her scream over and over. She can go for quite a while before she looses her voice. Quite a set of lungs on her.”
Buffy looked over once again, trying vainly to force the vibrators out of her body, and failing miserably. Her fingers reached for the buckles, to undo them, and free herself of the devices forced within her, only to get a rather agonizing electric shock. Angelus laughed again, “MY world Buffy,” he snarled, as he forced his cock into Dawn’s lifted and waiting ass.
Dawn screamed and Buffy struggled to get closer to her, to force Angelus off her sister. Dawn screamed again and again, as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her dry tightness, using blood from her tears to ease his way inside her. She struggled beneath him, trying to get away, sobbing and crying, gulping for air.
Buffy screamed “MERCY! Uncle, anything, everything, PLEASE STOP! You’ll kill her you bastard!” Angelus just fucked her, Spike huffing softly underneath the two bodies atop him, feeling Angelus’s cock trusting against his own, only a thin membrane separating them.
Spike clenched his eyes shut, holding his un-needed breath in, as he felt Dawn struggling on top of him, stirring deep within him the demon he sheathed inside his soul. He remembered when Angelus and he would enjoy the flesh of their victims this way, draining them, as they struggled between them. He flashed back to memories of girls sobbing breathlessly, barely conscious from blood loss, as he raped the life out of them, Angelus helping, leading, or killing his own right along side. He remembered boys sobbing for their mothers are they bled to death from internal damage and his insatiable hunger.
He started to cry. Soft shuddering sobs as his minds eye replayed the tortures and torments he once inflicted for his personal enjoyment before earning his soul. His demon and soul fought within him, and for one horrifying moment, he felt his soul quaver within him, and his demon get a foot hold. He shuddered in dread, wondering what was happening inside him, was this what loosing your mind felt like, he wondered.
As his Sire came inside Dawn, Spike snarled in frustration, the cock ring holding the base of his shaft making his own climax utterly impossible. He bucked in his chains, frustration pulling his human mask off, as he seethed in his denial.
Angelus pulled out of the sobbing, drooling Dawn, her breath catching in her throat as she sobbed continuously. Her legs twitched and shuddered as she tried to hold still, as Angelus towered once more over her.
“Twice in a few hours of each other, and you don’t do anything but take it. Dawn, I broke you well,” he smiled to himself as he gestured for a minion to take care of her wounds. “Put her back in my bed when you’re done, I want her arse nice and healed and healthy.” He looked over at his minion, and back handed his lecherous gaze off his face. “If you so much as touch what is mine in ways I have not EXPRESSLY permitted, you will find your head mounted on a pike, your body emptied but for your heart as your skin is stretched across the wall. Do you understand?” The minion nodded, looking contrite, and terrified, as he picked up the still crying Dawn, and carried her off.
Angelus looked over at Buffy, and smiled charmingly. “The senior partners are ecstatic about you being here Buffy. They can’t wait to see what becomes of you.” He lay down on his side, his back to Spike who was starting to struggle in his chains a little louder. He’d been denied his own climax for so long he was starting to get a little pissy about it. Angelus got up and released the joining of the manacles behind her back, re-attaching them to the chains.
“Angelus… I… I need to go to the bathroom.” Buffy stammered out, quietly, blushing bright red.
“What’s stopping you?” He countered.
She looked at him confused, and lifted her chains, rattling them. “Can’t exactly walk myself to the ladies room to powder my nose, now can I?”
“Who said you’d be using a toilet, never mind privacy in a bathroom? You’re my little chained animal. Squat in a corner, you’re chains will let you.” He chuckled at her shocked expression.
“Wh-what about… what about the… thing, this thing,” she motioned towards the leather encasing her crotch, keeping the vibrators safely inside her.
“True, getting it all nasty wouldn’t be ‘nice’ now would it? Neither would your being forced to keep it on after you go… so go squat in a corner, and go.”
Buffy stared at him, tears of humiliation in her eyes, and moved to stand, halting when he lifted a hand. She glared at him, and crawled as far away as her chains would allow, and squatted, letting loose a long stream of urine dribbling out from beneath the locked leather panties, coating her thighs, and shins and feet in the pale yellow fluid. She looked away from all the rooms occupants, keeping her eyes locked on the ceiling as she emptied her bladder.
She crawled away from the stream, back to where she had been, keeping her eyes averted from Angelus. She knew he’d been watching, his soft laugh told her he noticed her shame, her blush, and her humiliation. He knew what he was doing, and how humiliated she felt. He leaned towards her and wrinkled his nose.
“You stink Buffy.”
She looked up at him, hatred on her face, “No shit Sherlock. I’ve just pissed myself, puked all over myself, have food clinging to my body and hair, and who knows HOW long I was kept here without the ability to bathe myself for your olfactory pleasure.”
He nodded at her outburst, and stretched out on his side once more, keeping his eyes locked on her face, as she kept hers on his. Suddenly an icy blast of water hit her. She yelped in surprise, and tried to get away from the spray, only to see she’d been surrounded by minions with hoses turned on full blast, aimed directly at her. She sputtered, and covered her face, keeping her eyes clenched shut, shuddering as the cold seemed to seep into her very bones. She turned and lay flat on her stomach, turning it into a fetal position, trying to keep the frigid water from her front and face.
Over the roar of the water, she heard the roar of Angelus’s laugh, and the roar of Spike’s scream of impotent rage. Buffy felt the water turn off, her body numb from the freezing water. She sobbed, and screamed as her body started to warm up. Tingles, and needles, and lacing pain danced through her entire body as shudders and shakes worked their way through her. She convulsed, gritting her teeth, her body loosing any real connection with her brain other then sending the message she was in agony over and over again.
When she started to calm down, swallowing whimpers of pain, someone threw a comb at her head, and another gave her a large metal bowl full of water with a wash cloth floating in the bowl. “Clean yourself off Slayer, comb your hair, make yourself presentable, you are about to be viewed by… a client of sorts.” He hopped up to his feet, and happily whistled his way out the door, leaving her on her own in a room with minions hidden in shadows, and Spike chained onto his back.
She looked at Spike, and called his name, but he didn’t answer. She would have thought him asleep, if it wasn’t for the fact he was snarling, shaking his head, struggling against his bonds and crying at random intervals.
She debated her next step, knowing Angelus would be displeased if she didn’t tend to herself, and not caring… but she knew he wouldn’t take out his dissatisfaction out on her, but on someone she loved, and cared about, so she got to work. Working the tangles out carefully with the comb, she used the water in the basin to rinse her hair clean, though she wished for soap and shampoo. She was pleased to see that as soon as the water was used up, or got dirty, a minion came quickly with another basin full of clean water, another clean wash cloth. She cleaned herself up as best she could, and sat and waited for Angelus to re-appear, drawing her knees up to her chest, trying to stop her trembling, trying to convince herself it was from the cold, and not from outright terror as to what was happening to her, what had happened to her. Part of her mind wondered if this was shock, another part was babbling incoherently, and the rest was a pregnant silence, waiting to spill out the horrors within her mind in a horrific birthing.
She heard a woman talking, a heavy male voice replied. As the voices came closer, Buffy tried to understand what they were talking about, and found it was nothing but empty pleasantries, devoid of actual content. Angelus led the way into the room, indicating it with one sweeping hand, as a tall and regal woman entered. Her body was covered with a long dark green dress, encrusted with silver embroidery, and precious stones. Her pale face was severe, and regal, a woman used to authority and her every whim instantly delivered. Thick coils of black hair tumbled out from underneath her crown past her knees. Distantly Buffy wondered if that hair was real or a wig or extensions of some sort, and started when she saw the hair move of its own volition.
The woman led a nubile young woman on a leash; the collar showing glinted in the light of the room, precious stones hiding the metal used to encircle her slender throat. Her long straight brown hair cascaded down her bare back. Diaphanous tan colored silk about twenty centimeters wide fell from a chain belt about her waist to her knees in front and behind. Buffy frowned, and looked the girl over again, and stared at the Dawn look-alike. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and her lips were different, but if Buffy squinted, she could have sworn it was Dawn before her.
She tuned into the discussion, and watched Spike, as he watched the girl. He licked his lips, and just stared, holding still, smirking silently to himself. Minions appeared around him, unchaining him from his position, lengthening his neck chain considerably, but he stayed on his back, panting softly.
“He’s the one chosen?” The woman scornfully looked Spike over, eyes lingering on bruises and cuts, and finally settling on his still aching cock.
“This is William the Bloody, I assure you he will do quite well as a stud,” he smirked at Spike. “As long as the wench is fertile, things will move smoothly.”
The strange woman unclipped the leash, and the girl moved forward on trembling legs towards Spike. She knelt beside him, and undid the cock ring, only to let out a scream of pure terror as Spike launched himself at her. She tried to run, but was easily over powered by the lust filled vampire, and was tumbled until she was pinned beneath him. He loomed over her, and his face shifted to its demonic form, and laughed maniacally.
She shrieked, and struggled beneath him, trying to get free of his chilling embrace. Easily Spike slide his knee between hers, and spread her legs roughly apart as he climbed atop her. She kept struggling, and started to cry as Spike plunged his aching cock inside her. He fucked her ruthlessly, seeming to find some problem at the beginning but vigorously plunged his cold cock into her unready body.
As Spike raped the girl, the rest of the room watched in stony or shocked silence, depending on their personal values. His grunts seemed to echo in the space, as he filled her with his demonic seed. She lay beneath him, trembling, tear streaked, but calm. She didn’t try to get away, just waited for Spike to climb off her, and was rudely brought back to reality as he just started fucking her again.
Bruises sprouted along the girl’s arms as Spike held on to her savagely, not letting his fuck wander away from his pounding cock. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, plunging in again without a pause, pushing her head down with his vampiric strength with one hand to open her up to easier access, and the other added a new mottling of bruises along her hips and ass as he kept his savage grip upon her body, making sure she didn’t move from beneath him, as he smiled above her, jaw clenched tight as his eyes rolled backwards in his head. Animalistic pleasure in every line of his body, as he filled her again with his cold seed, body shuddering in ripples from his head to his knees. He grunted twice with two more strokes, and seemed to calm.
Angelus walked towards Buffy, and pulled her away from the wall by her ankle chains. Stripping in sure movements, he walked towards her, and stretched himself out between the wall and her body, making sure her view of the proceedings wasn’t interfered with. She glared up at him, and got up onto her elbows. She drew in breath to insult him, and let it out with a soft involuntary moan. His cool fingers had found her nipple, and he was rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it lightly from time to time, teasing another moan from her lips.
Her eyes drifted closed in bliss, only to open and lock on Spike as he let out another snarl, starting to thrust into to girl again. Cool lips locked on Buffy’s throat, causing her to stiffen, her breath caught behind a ball of panic lodged in her throat. She drew in a ragged breath when Angelus’s cool tongue licked along her pulse point, and found the sweet spot behind her ear. She whimpered when he drew her earlobe into his mouth, and gasped softly, her lips parting involuntarily like her thighs when he sucked it, nibbling with blunt human teeth.
She tried to look away from the brutal coupling below her, to concentrate on the tender hands and lips of Angelus, when she felt him force her to keep watching Spike. Reality started to bubble up from the haze of desire he had built on her, and from the musk of his magicked cologne. This was wrong, what was happening? She started to push again Angelus, and drew in a breath to add strength to her muscles, but she drew in the scent of the cologne along with fresh air into her lungs, causing the mists to envelope her again, blinding reason, leaving only desire in its wake.
Angelus nuzzled her neck, watching her arch her neck, bearing her throat to his lips. His hand traced a feather light path from where it had been restraining her head to keep her facing the coupling, down the side of her body. Nimble cold fingers traced the curve of her breast, teasing a nipple, before continuing its journey down her body.
She arched into his hand, licking her lips as her eyes glazed over with lust. When he unlocked her leather panties, she groaned with need, her hands reaching down towards her pussy, one plunging three fingers inside her dripping hole, the other tweaking her nipples.
Angelus laughed, and watched, nibbling her shoulder while his hand stroked her bare breasts, tweaking and fiddling with her nipples, pressing his cold body against her hot one, his firm erection pressing against her, sliding between her ass cheeks as it pressed against her back. She leaned back into it, moaning again, letting her eyes flitter shut in ecstasy. His hands left her flushed body to whack her once on the head, “Watch it, don’t look away,” and bit her earlobe gently, sucking it again when she opened her eyes to watch.
She watched Spike give a particularly harsh thrust, and came, her legs kicked out as her juices shot out of her pulsing pussy to cover her hands. Angelus reached down, and grabbed her hands away. He slid his left arm under her neck, cradling her head, and grabbing her left hand in his. His right hand grabbed hers, and bent it behind her back, to grasp his rigid cock. When she moaned and grasped it tighter, gently pumping it with her small hands, he let go and reached over her, to play with her clit.
She arched against his hand, her soft mewling a counterpoint to Spike’s animalistic grunting, as the girl beneath him started panting. The woman in her regal dress started chanting under her breath in a language that Buffy couldn’t identify, watching the proceedings avidly.
Angelus brought Buffy to another explosive orgasm, but held his own in check, nibbling with dull teeth on her throat and ear, before starting his fingers inside her again, his thumb slipping against her clit as her hips gyrated beneath his touch.
Suddenly, the girl began to cry out in ecstasy, her orgasm ripped from her, unbidden, as Angelus squirted his cold silky load onto Buffy’s back. A silent shockwave seemed to flash through the room, and the chanting woman stopped, nodding in silent approval. Angelus pulled his fingers out of Buffy, and carefully locked her manacles to her collar, leaving her unable to touch herself. Buffy struggled fervently against the chains, trying to touch herself, whimpering in need as she struggled.
Spike seemed to come more into himself after the shockwave. He pulled back from the girl, seeing her bruises on her body, her long brown hair tousled and tangled in her struggles and his thrusts. He scrambled away from her, abject horror in his every line, “Dawn…,” he choked out before turning to retch. He gagged as the horror of the thought of having raped Dawn in that manner, in that way, and the certainty he felt that he’d done it.
The woman held out her hand, the leash wrapped around it, and the girl struggled to crawl to her, aching, bruised and battered from Spike’s brutal rape. The woman clicked the leash, and led the girl away, while Buffy gasped at the site of blood trickling down the girl’s inner thighs.
Spike fell onto his side in a shuddering heap, staring into space as the horror he had just done replayed over and over again, his mind reeling at what he had done to Dawn.
The drugs reached their peak, and Buffy lost consciousness, trembling with need.
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