Title- Sold!
Summery buffy is caught by some vamps
and sold
spoilers this is an AU season 2. No Angel.

A/N: This is my first smut piece, we'll see how it works
out to find out if I write more.


The slayer awake slowly from the sleep that had
claimed her. Slowly she lifted her heavy eyelids,
fighting off the soporific effect of whatever she had
been drugged with.

She had been on patrol on a rather slow night. There
had been a bunch of people going missing from a
park near school. She had gone out to investigate.

She had supposed that it had something to do with
the arrival of the new vamps in town. Ever since
parent-teacher night they had been causing all sorts
of trouble.

The three elder vampires had rolled into town,
causing quite a stir. From what she’d heard they’d
killed the anointed one, a fact that both relieved and
frightened her at the same time.

When she had arrived at the park there hadn’t been
any action. Not a single vampire. But there weren’t
any girls there either. There had been some guys
who were messing around but that was it.

She had been about to give up from the extreme
boredom when she had finally sensed a vampire.
The next thing she knew there was a sharp pain in
her neck, she reached there to find a small dart.
With that she succumbed to darkness.

Now she opened her eyes and looked around,
struggling with her heavy limbs. There was a
clinking sound as she moved. She looked down to
see that around her wrists and ankles were manacles
of some metal lined with cloth so they wouldn’t scar
her. They were attached to chains that went to the
wall where they were locked on.

She scoffed at first. The metal was light and seemed
like it would break easily when she pulled on it.
They were lighter even than the ones the frat boys
had used to restrain her when they had tried to feed
her to that giant snake thing. Lucky Giles had come
and save her.


She stood up, the effects of the drug almost gone.
She grasped the chains fully in ger hands, giving it
a good yank to tear it from the lock.

Nothing.

She tried again, putting all her weight into trying to
break the chains.

They didn’t break.

This was bad. The chains were too strong for her to
break. She remembered that vampire she had sensed
before she blacked out. Didi he do this? There was
little doubt of that in her mind. Did he know that
she was the slayer? Had this been planned?

Judging form the strength of these chains whoever it
was knew exactly who they were dealing with.
Chains like this would have to be specially made
too, so doubtless this was planned.

But why would anyone want to capture her? Why
didn’t they just kill her once she was unconscious?
They must have something they intended to do with
her.

Perhaps they would torture her. Perhaps they would
keep her imprisoned here without food or water.
They might find it frightfully amusing to watch the
slayer wither away with hunger and thirst.

She sat down against the stone wall of her cell. She
drew her knees up against her chest, trying to hide
herself in the corner. She was scared. She was
trapped here by an unknown captor waiting for them
to kill her. She started trembling slightly.

After a while, she couldn’t tell how long exactly,
she heard the latch on the door to her cell open. The
heavy wood door creaked open and a bright light
surrounded a silhouette in the doorway. He came
into the room slightly and she saw him.

He was a basic stock vamp at first sight. His form
was that of a relatively handsome human, with
black hair and grey eyes. However he had an air
about him that seemed a bit different. “Ah, so
you’re awake.”

She didn’t answer, instead crawling further into the
corner of her cell. She was chained up without a
weapon to defend herself with. She was at the
mercy of this creature and it frightened her.

Another vamp came in and walked towards her. The
first one spoke again, “She’s scared. Don’t worry
Slayer, we wouldn’t hurt such prime merchandise.”

Like that was any comfort. The new vamp came
forward and pulled her to her feet. He unchained her
from the wall and secured her hands behind her
back. He removed the cuffs from her ankles and the
collar from around her neck and put them in a small
box on the bench.

Buffy struggled vainly through all this but without
room to maneuver and with the chains she was
quickly and easily overpowered. She stood shaking
as she was bound up again. The new vamp spoke
up, “Hey boss, she gonna be the speciality?”

He smiled, “Of course. A slayer is a very valuable
item. Add to that the fact that she’s a virgin and the
customers will pay quite a bit for her.”

That didn’t sound good. They were planning on
selling her! Thoughts raced through her mind of the
possibilities. She could be purchased by some
creature and killed or eaten. Or kept as a trophy. Or
something even worse.

The lead vampire came forward, “But I have a
particular buyer in mind for this one. They
contacted me earlier and told me to contact if I had
anything of interest.” He smiled, “I think a slayer
might be just what she was looking for.”

“She”? She was being sold to a female? Well that
knocked out one possibility. But it still left the floor
open for torture, murder, or life as some twisted
trophy. Buffy shuddered at the thought.

She wondered how long she had been out for. Had
Giles and the others noticed yet? She wondered how
long it would be before they realized she was
missing. They would try and find her, she knew.
They might even find these people. But what if they
did? The vamps here had overpowered her, the
slayer. Taking out a bunch of humans would be all
too easy.

She was led out of the cell and down a labyrinth of
corridors. As they moved the surroundings became
progressively nicer. This must be areas that
potential buyers were brought to. They passed
through hallways and one room from which loud
shouting was coming. The sign above the door said
“Open Auction.” Buffy noted it as they passed.

The classy vamp noticed her look as they passed the
main auction room, “That’s not for you. You’re
much too valuable to sell in an open auction. We
have a private buyer for you.”

He led her to another room. He opened the door to a
conference room with one woman inside walking
around as if in another world. She was tall and dark,
with dark narrow eyes and raven hair. Her clothes
were like antiques, but with a touch that made them
decisively modern.

The classy vamp cleared his throat, “Is this to your
liking, miss Drucilla?” The dark-haired woman
turned to face the bound slayer and Buffy knew
instantly that this black-haired beauty was a
vampire, and a powerful one at that. Her brown eyes
seemed to look beyond this world and see into the
unknown.

“Ooh, miss Edith likes this one. She’ll make a fine
birthday present for my Spike.” Drucilla took a
strand of blonde hair beneath her fingers. “She’s so
pure. So clean. She’s perfect for him.”

Buffy herself was rooted to the floor. The second
Drucilla had laid eyes on her she had been unable to
move. Those dark eyes had hypnotized her,
removing her desire to flee. Deep down the slayer
knew that something was wrong, that there was
serious peril in her situation. But she couldn’t seem
to generate any fight.

The classy vamp looked over to Drucilla,
“Excellent. Is there anything else you would like?”

“Oh yes. I should get something for my daddy. He’ll
be cross if Spike gets a prezzy and he doesn’t.”

The auctioneer smiled, “We have just the thing.
She’ll be delivered at once. Fresh young nun from
the local convent. I believe that will be to his
liking?”

She clapped her hands and smiled. She purred out
her praise to him, “That would be perfect. You
always know what I want, Lionel. Always such a
smart boy.”

The first vamp, Lionel, smiled at this. “Always
happy to be of service.” He turned to the second
vamp and took the box with the chains in it from
him. He turned and gave them to Drucilla, “These
are chains made from mythril. They’re strong
enough to hold even the most violent of her
strength, and yet still they are beautiful in their own
way. These should help if you have trouble
restraining or controlling her.”

Drucilla picked up the box and turned to the still-
bound slayer, “Come on, deary. Time to go home.”
She turned and walked out the door and without
question the slayer followed.

They had gone through the streets until they came to
an imposing looking mansion. The windows were
covered with heavy drapes that would keep out the
sunlight. The walls were of a grey stone that
appeared blue in the light of the moon.

Drucilla led her down into a garden in full bloom.
Up the walls crept vines with white flowers and red
roses. In the garden was a man standing to the side,
leaning against a wall and smoking. He had
bleached white hair and high cheekbones with dark
eyes. He had proud features and was eerily
handsome in the moonlight.

He looked up as Drucilla descended into the garden,
“Back from shop, luv. Enjoy yourself?”

“Yeah, got presents for my boys.”

He chuckled, “I know. Angelus is inside with his
now. He was absolutely overjoyed about her.” A
scream was heard from inside, “As you can hear.”
He saw the bound Buffy standing behind Dru, “And
what have we here luv?”

Dru raised her chin and smiled, “You didn’t think
mommy forgot you, did you? Lionel called me, said
he had a special prezzy and I knew she would be
just perfect for my Spike. Isn’t she perfect?”

Spike approached the bound girl. He circled her
slowly, looking her up and down with a slight leer.
As he moved behind her he ran his hand down her
bound arm from her shoulder to her elbow. He drew
closer to her and took a long smell of her hair. He
drew back slightly with surprise as the scent hit him.
A smile spread across his face, “Yeah luv. She’s
perfect. Just what I wanted.”

“Then I did good?”

He looked over at her, “You did very good, luv.” He
turned back to the bound slayer. He walked so he
was in front of her and tilted her chin up in the palm
of his hand. “What’s your name, pet?”

She looked up at those blue eyes. She was still very
scared, she could sense that the vampire in front of
her was very powerful, maybe even more so than
the enraturous Drucilla. Still, though, she felt
compelled to answer him. After all, there was no
reason not to. She was helpless and it would not be
a good idea to anger him. “Buffy.”

He smiled down at her, “That right? Well you and I,
pet, are going to ho gave ourselves a grand ol’
time.” He moved his face down to nuzzle her
smooth, unmarked neck. He smiled slightly when
she tensed up. Smart girl. He wondered what kind
of slayer she had been. Something told him that she
had been a great one.

He straightened up and turned to Drucilla, “I’m
going to take my new pet upstairs. We’re going to
have some fun.” He paused, “Are you going to go
out hunting or see if Angelus will let you join in?”

Dru smiled and giggled, “Daddy has all the fun.
Mommy gives him new toys. He’ll have to learn to
share.” She put down the box from the auction
house and floated inside to join Angelus.

Spike walked over and opened the box that Drucilla
had put down. Looking in he commented to himself,
“Will, this will be very useful.” He closed the box
again and picked it up. Walking over to the slayer
he placed a hand on her back and led her inside.

As he ushered her inside Buffy was consumed with
fear. Another muffled scream came from upstairs
and she cringed inwardly. She could only imagine
what was going on there with the poor non.
However something similar would probably happen
to her soon. Then she wouldn’t have to imagine any
longer.

Spike led her to one of the upstairs bedrooms,
shutting and locking the door behind him. The room
had heavy drapes over the widow and a large four-
poster bed dominated most of the floor space. The
sheets and blanket were black and the frame was of
polished redwood. Against one wall was a matching
dresser. There was a tv on top of that with a few
half-empty liquor bottles near it.

Putting down the box Spike took out a few things
from it before turning and walking towards Buffy.
Another shrill cry was heard and Buffy’s eyes
flashed over to the door. Spike noticed the slight
movement, “I wouldn’t worry too much about her,
pet. If she’s lucky she’ll be dead by morning.
Knowing Angelus though it’s not unlikely that he’ll
keep her alive for quite some time. Sadistic
bastard.”

She looked back to him. Alive for days in such
terrible agony. She hoped that woman died so she
escaped that pain. Was that what was in store for
her, too? A silent tear slipped from her eye as Spike
drew close to her. Leaning down he licked the tear
from her cheek, “Lucky for you I don’t mix pleasure
and pain. Well, not that kind of pain anyway.”

He moved his hands from her shoulders down her
arms, reaching around to her bound wrists and using
them to pull her against him. He moved one of his
hands to the back of her head as he covered her
mouth with his.

Buffy tried to protest but he used the opportunity to
drive into her mouth. He was forceful and
demanding, plundering her. She had never been
kissed like this before and it made her knees weak.
She was very aware of the hard body she was
pressed against. She felt the hand that had been at
her wrist on her back, moving across the thin
material of her shirt.

Spike left her mouth and moved to her ear, nibbling
at the sensitive spot behind it where her pulse met
her skull. He smiled inwardly when she let out an
almost inaudible gasp. “I’m gonna unlock these
cuffs pet, but you have to promise to be good. Can
you do that?”

It took a second for the words to penetrated her hazy
mind. He was asking if she would be good if he
took off the cuffs. Why would she be anything else?
She nodded.

Spike smiled into her ear, “Good girl.” he took his
hand from her head and pulled a key from the
pocket of his coat. Reaching around behind her he
unlocked the cuffs, pulling them off and putting
them on the dresser next to them. At the same time
he took off his jacket and placed it too on the
dresser before reaching and drawing her back to
him.

Buffy had barely processed that the cuffs were hone
when she was drawn back into his arms, which were
nicely defined and looked quite strong, and was
being thoroughly kissed again. Her hands clung to
his shoulders as he ravished her mouth with his. His
hands moved over her body and she squealed as he
squeezed her ass, bringing her up against the hard
bulge in his jeans.

Spike took advantage of her surprise and thrust his
tongue within her mouth, sampling her sweetness.
She was so soft and he could smell the arousal
coming off her. He also could sense her nervousness
and her fear. He knew she was a virgin and it made
him want her more.

He lifted her up and carried her the few feet to the
bed and pushed her back so she was sprawled on the
bed. He pulled his shirt off over his head before
descending on her and capturing her mouth with his.

Buffy was on cloud nine. She knew what was going
on and she was somewhat scared. But he wasn’t
hurting her. He was making her feel so good. Her
mind fogged over as she felt his hands moving up
under her shirt, drawing it up over her head. His
hands traveled over the newly exposed skin,
meticulously mapping it out.

She shouldn’t be enjoying this, she knew it. This
was a vampire, an evil thing. And she had been sold
to him, like a piece of meat. She was a captive
without any choice in this act.

But all that seemed irrelevant and just fell away as
he took her soft breast in his hand. He took his
mouth from hers and trailed it down her neck to her
collarbone, kissing and nipping with his blunt teeth.
He moaned as his mouth closed over one breast and
sucked urgently while his hand played with the
neglected breast.

Spike moved one hand down to the waistband of her
jeans, popping off the button and unzipping them
with practiced ease. He could smell her arousal
already, and knew she was enjoying herself. A
feeling of pride swelled within him. He did not like
causing pain to his bed mates. He found he enjoyed
himself more if both partners enjoyed themselves.
Plus the fact that he could do this to a slayer was a
huge ego boost and gave him a feeling of power.


He moved his hand from her breast and moved it to
the waistband of her jeans. He looked up at her,
willing her to be calm as he pulled the pants down
her legs. He sat up, pulling them all the way off
along with her shoes and sucks so that she was clad
only in her lacy panties.

She lay on the bed almost naked, trembling. She
saw his eyes darken as he ran his eyes over her. He
could smell her fear but he could also smell how
wet she was. He ran his hands up her thighs, leaning
over her and moving up her body. God, he wanted
her. He leaned down and kissed her again, pressing
his tongue deep into her mouth, demanding that she
return his fire.

Holding himself over her with one arm, he moved
the other to his belt buckle, deftly undoing it and
unfastening his pants. He toed off his boots, pushing
his pants as far down as he could with one hand and
then kicking them off to join the rest of his clothes
on the floor.

He broke the kiss, letting her come for air. He
trailed his mouth down her body between her
breasts down to her navel, dipping his tongue into it
before moving down. He reached and drew her
panties down her legs and dropped them to the
floor.

He ran his hands to her knees, gently urging her to
part them. When they parted slightly he dropped his
head between them and drew his tongue along her
wet slit, tasting the tangy flavor of her and causing
her hips to buck up at the contact.

Moving up her body, he settled himself between her
thighs. He dipped his head down to meet her mouth
again as her arms came around his neck. Breaking
the kiss he moved his mouth by her ear as he dipped
his hand between them to guide himself to her
entrance. He felt her tense and he whispered in her
ear, “Relax, pet. It’ll only hurt for a second, I
promise.” He felt her relax slightly beneath him and
he thrust himself inside her.

The scent of blood hit the air and the slayer cried
out with pain as he broke through the thin sheet of
muscle inside her. He had said it would hurt, but she
didn’t think he meant this much. She clutched hard
at his back, her nails digging into his flesh and
nearly drawing blood.

Spike was in heaven. She was so hot and so tight
around him. He had been with humans before but it
had never been like this. The smell of her blood
hung in the air around him, so sweet and potent. He
held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust
and to savor this feeling.

Slowly and gently he moved his hips, eliciting a
gasp from the girl beneath him. The pain had
diminished greatly and that move of his hips had
felt so good. He drew out of her and entered her
again slowly. Gently he began thrusting inside her,
careful to not hurt her.

Buffy arched up, her hips moving unconsciously
with his. It felt so good, what he was doing now.
She on impulse caused by the extreme pleasure
rocking through her body reached up and bit his
shoulder, suppressing the moans that would slip
through her lips.

When he felt her teeth on his shoulder Spike lost all
semblance of control. His hips abandoned the slow
rhythm and began pistoning with her wildly. One of
his hands dipped between them to stroke her clit as
she cried out, her body writhing underneath his as
she approached her climax.

Spike felt himself begin to tense up and knew he
was close. He increased his attentions to her clit and
heard her cry out as she neared her own orgasm. He
felt her walls contract rhythmically as she cried out
her orgasm and he bit into her neck. The sharp pain
in her neck caused ver breath to catch in her throat
with a second orgasm as pleasure washed over her.

The second the powerful slayer blood hit his tongue
Spike felt pleasure engulf him. He was pushed over
the edge with the sweet ambrosia in his mouth as he
came hard.

As they came down from the incredibly high Spike
pulled out of her. He rolled over pulling her with
him, “Go to sleep, pet.” Without thinking about it
she obeyed, closing his eyes and floating off to
sleep.

 tbc

She slowly swam back to consciousness still
wrapped in the embrace of the vampire from last
night, what was his name? Oh yeah, S. She opened
her eyes to find that he was still sleeping. Good.

Oh god, why had she let him do that? She knew on
some level that she really hadn't had much choice in
it. But how could she have taken such pleasure from
it?

She was disgusted with herself. She had acted like a
whore to this vampire who was holding her against
her will. How could she have forgotten. Even
upstairs she knew that there was a woman, possibly
dead, by this one's comrades.

Her slayer senses were in violent rebellion now,
finally speaking up. It had been silent all the
previous night while S had been doing those things
to her body.

She had to get out of here. She had to escape, this
place wasn't right for her, she couldn't stay here. It
was wrong. It was demeaning. She wasn't some
plaything for this vamp.

She set herself to the task of getting free. She
carefully pulled herself out of his arms. Spike
groaned in his sleep but didn't wake up. Quietly she
dressed herself, making sure not to wake the
vampire still passed out on the bed.

Slowly after she had dressed herself she crept to the
door. She turned the doorknob and began to pull the
door open. Just a few more moments and she would
be free.

The door creaked and suddenly she found the door
slammed shut. She was spun around and pinned to
the door by a very angry looking vampire.

"And just where do you think you're going, pet?"

She struggled futilely against his grip. He was
stronger than her, she couldn't free herself. She
glared up at him, "Let go of me! I'm not your pet."

His eyes flashed amber, "I beg to differ, pet." He
picked her up and threw her over his shoulder to
carry her back to his bed. He threw her down onto it
and sat down on top of her, pinning her down. He
held her hands above her head.

"Get off of me! I want to leave! Get off of me you
stupid vampire!"

"Not a chance pet. Now are you going to quiet down
or am I going to have to get the chains?"

She glared up at him. He sighed and reached over to
the dresser, still holding her hands above her head
in one of his strong hands. He came back with the
manacles in his hands. Quickly he used them to
secure her wrists to the bedposts.

Once she was secure he sat back, admiring his work
before moving off her to the side. He grabbed her
chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him, "I know
what you are, pet. And as much as it might irk you,
you belong to me now. You'll have to learn to
accept that."

"Go to hell!"

His eyes darkened, "It would be wise if you learned
your place, pet. You're not the slayer anymore,
you're my pet. You belong to me and what I say
goes. You would do well to just accepted it."

She spat at him, hitting him in the face.

He was angry. This girl had to learn her place. He
slapped her across the face. He growled at her, "I
don't like to hurt women, and I take care of what's
mine. But I will discipline you if your actions
warrant that. Do you understand now?"

Tears were leaking from her eyes. She had never felt
so defeated, so humiliated before. She couldn't look
at the vampire who now held her life in his hands.
She wouldn't.

His hand turned gentler on her skin, caressing her
cheek and moving slowly down her body. She was
scared, he knew. But it was necessary. She needed
to learn her place. It didn't have to be hard, but she
just kept on fighting.

"Incidentally, pet, you should be glad that I caught
you right now. There's a vampire out there who
wouldn't be as delicate as I am. If he had seen a
sweet thing like you he would have jumped at the
opportunity to torture and turn you in ways that
even I would rather not think of."

She couldn't stop the tears that were coming from
her eyes. She couldn't stand that he was seeing her
like this. That he was telling her how good it was
that she was with him and not his friend, "I hate
you."

"That may be, pet, but if you value your life you're
going to learn to obey me. I'm wondering how
we're going to keep you alive as is. My grand-sire
is the type who would jump on something like you."

"Who cares? What's the difference to me from one
vampire to the next? You're all the same to me."

Spike's jaw twitched. "You haven't met him yet so
I'll let this slide this once. You never say that to me
again. I'm nothing like him. And it would matter
very greatly to you if he got hold of you."

He took her chin in his hand and looked into her
eyes as he spoke, "I've heard the stories that those
watchers tell you girls. The ones about the vampires
who show no mercy, kill with no reason. The ones
that make kiddies stay up all night shivering in their
beds.

"I'm going to tell you that my grand-sire is worse
than any of those stories. He doesn't just kill to
feed, or because he likes the violence. He does it to
cause suffering. He is the worst kind of sadist you
can imagine, he does things that make other demons
shake in their boots.

"I'm no pushover myself, pet. I've killed two
slayers in my time, and most demons in the world
tend to shy away from a fight with me. Those two
slayers I drained made me physically stronger than
my grand-sire, but he holds no shred of humanity in
him like I do. It's his sadism and cruelty that make
his so widely feared.

"That's why he must never see you alone. I don't
want to think of what he would do to you if he
caught you." He ran his hand down her neck, down
her body to rest on her abdomen. He looked over
her clothed body. It would be a shame to lose
something like this.

She tensed as his hand ran over her body. She
remembered how he had made her feel last night
and her body wanted that again. But she couldn't
ignore the fact that he was a vampire, that she was a
slayer. This was wrong.

Spike slipped his hand underneath her shirt to the
skin of her waist. He heard her breath hitch as his
cool hand made contact with her heated skin. He
smiled to himself. Her skin was so soft.

"What do you want from me? How are you doing
this to me?" She couldn't understand why she gave
into him so easily.

"I've got my reasons for wanting to keep you
around. Maybe if you're good I'll share them with
you. Right now all you need to know is that I like
you the way you are now, vibrant and alive.

"As for your second question, I'd say it was just my
devilishly handsome body that gets to you. It is
now, anyway. Although I must admit to putting a bit
of, alternative persuasion into effect last night.
Didn't want to hurt you too much, I don't like
hurting girls. I'll leave that to my grand-sire."


He leaned down and kissed her neck lightly. He
trailed his mouth down her neck, kissing her lightly
down to her collarbone. He bit lightly at the center
of her collar.

Her breath hitched. She knew that it was wrong, that
he was a killer. But his mouth on her felt so good. It
made her weak and her heart beat erratically in her
chest.

Before last night no one had ever touched her like
that. No one had even given her a proper kiss. All
she had ever had were chaste kisses from boys who
were just as nervous as she was.

His kisses were different. He moved his mouth up
to claim hers as he smelled her body's desire and
heard her breathing and heartbeat speed up. She
tasted so sweet. She drove him insane with the taste
of her.

His mouth was hard over hers. His kiss dominated
her, it was demanding and possessive. His taste was
dry and woody. And it was incredibly masculine.
Those people who said that kissing a smoker was
like licking an ash tray were dead wrong.

Spike's hand was still under her shirt, feeling the
soft warm skin there. Slowly he ran his hand up her
body, leaving her skin tingling as he went. Finally
he reached her bare breast and squeezed it lightly.

She arched up into his hand, her back arching up
and her hands pulling against the chains that had
been fastened around her wrists. God but it felt so
good.

Even the fact that she was tied up didn't bother her
as much as it should. Although the slayer part of her
was rebelling at this confinement another part of her
found it thrilling. It excited some part of her to be
completely at the mercy of this man, unable to do
anything to stop him in his intentions.

Spike drew away from her mouth to suck on his
mark. She gasped at the feel of him there, almost
melting into the bed. She moaned out, the pleasure
washing over her "Are you doing that vampire
thrall thing again?"

He chuckled from his spot at her neck. The
rumbling of his chest pressed against her sent chills
through her. God what was this man anyway? "Not
tonight pet. It's all you that's doing it now."

He pushed her shirt up with his free hand and
moved his hand back to her breast, teasing her
nipple with his fingers. He lowered his head and
drew her nipple into his mouth, sending shockwaves
through her body.

She tugged at the reinforced chains again. She
wanted to touch him so bad, to hold him to her, to
run her hands along him. She hated that she
couldn't.

Yet she still knew that she shouldn't be feeling this
way. That it was wrong and she should be fighting
him with all that she had. But it just felt so good,
her inexperienced body couldn't fight the feelings
that he stirred within her.

Spike removed his hand from her breast and set it
on the mattress next to her, shifting his weight onto
that arm as he moved over her. His other hand
dipped to the button of her jeans. He removed his
mouth from her breast and moved up to her throat.

Quickly he undid her pants and sat back to pull
them off and throw them to the floor along with her
shoes. Once he had taken them off he moved back
over her and kissed her. He used his knee to gently
pry apart her thighs.

Buffy felt his hard cock nudge at her wet passage.
For a moment that slayer part of her screamed out in
protest of what was actually going to happen, but
the feel of his mouth on hers and his hand on her
aching breast silenced that voice quickly. There was
too much need flowing through her body.


Spike slowly pushed into her, carefully as not to
hurt her since he had only deflowered her last night.
He buried himself inside of her, waiting for her to
adjust. She was so hot and so tight still, it nearly
drove him insane.

Buffy was in so much ecstasy. The feel of him so
big inside of her was almost maddening. It felt so
good. There was no pain like last night, only the
unbearable pleasure of being so filled.

He began to move inside of her. The sensation set a
fire inside of her. Lifting her legs, she wrapped one
around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, move
faster. Keep the feelings in her.

Spike's mouth was at her collar bone, nibbling and
sucking at her skin as she writhed beneath him. He
loved the feel of her, grasping at him as he slid in
and out. He needed more of this. He sped up the
movement of his hips.

She cried out, arching her back and pulling him into
her. This movement brought her breasts up and he
caught one in his mouth, sucking and biting at the
soft flesh before moving onto the spot that so
wanted it.

Buffy was grinding her hips up into his. Oh gods,
this felt so good. Her rational mind had fled and all
she knew was the incredible sensations filling her
up. She tugged at the chains, trying once more to
free herself to run her hands along his hard body.

He felt her thrusting up against him, her movements
getting more and more frantic as she built up the
pressure inside her. He would have to come soon as
well. He began to thrust into her more quickly,
causing her to cry out with each slam against her.

She was almost there. The feelings were just
building up. She was so close, so close. It was just
ready to burst, any second. It just needed a little
more...


It came quickly, her release hitting her hard. Her
back arched and she screamed out at the ceiling.
The room spun out of focus for a few moments.

Spike felt her clench around him and bit into her
neck. The feeling of her tight around him and her
flesh in his fangs sent him over as well as he spent
himself inside of her.

They lay like that for a few seconds, languid and
tired. Finally Spike found the strength to pull
himself out of her, withdrawing his cock and fangs
and rolling off of her. Fucking a slayer was one of
the best experiences of his unlife, tired him out like
nothing else.

As she came down Buffy's rational mind spoke up
again. How could she have let him do this? How
could she have derived pleasure from someone who
tied her up and gave her mandates. Who probably
saw her as just an amusing plaything.

Another part of her spoke up then. What other
choice did she have? She was at his mercy, her life
depended on his benevolence. She couldn't press
him too far she knew.

Spike rolled over and grabbed his jeans, pulling out
his smokes and lighting one up. He turned to the girl
who was still laying next to him, "We're going to
have to leave this room at some point, pet, and
there's some things that we have to go over first."

He took the fag out of his mouth, "I wanna untie
you, but I need you not to try to run. Can I trust you
not to do that? If you try you'll get caught, if not by
me then by my grand-sire."

She nodded. Spike reached over and picked up the
key, using it to unlock the manacles. She sat up,
rubbing her wrists after she pulled her shirt back
down and pulling the sheet up to cover her bottom
half.


Spike looked at her as he took another drag on his
fag. He hoped this girl didn't do anything stupid. It
wouldn't do for the prick to kill her, she was too
much fun for that.

"We need to get you some new clothes from a
dealer who carries the sort of thing I'm expecting of
you. My family is expected to attend a showing by
one of Dru's childer next week. I believe you met
him.

"Now going out I don't want you to attract my
grand-sire's attention too much. You will have to
follow me and obey. If he believes that I've properly
broken you he might not go after you. My scent on
you will cover up any traces of your slayer scent. At
least I hope so."

She turned to him, "What happens if he does notice
me? You said he was bad, but what would he do
exactly?"

"Personally, pet, I'd rather not think about it." He
closed his eyes for a moment. "You heard that girl
screaming last night. Angelus loves using knives to
torture and rape girls."

He turned to see Buffy looking at him scared. Good.
"I see you're getting some sense of what I mean.
Well let's put it this way: if he finds out what you
are it will take both me and Dru to tell him to piss
off. If he gets you you'll wish he used the knives to
get it over with."

She was staring at him, her eyes wide. She could
hardly have imagined something that gruesome.
Nothing she had ever come across had ever scared
her so much, especially since Spike was sounding
scared himself as he said it.

"You would never do anything like that would
you?"

"Fuck no! That is sick shit, I hate that. I love a good
spot of violence as much as the next vamp but there
are just lines we shouldn't cross." He sighed, "I
guess you got why I'm so adamant then?"

She nodded. He grunted, "Good." He got out of the
bed, pulling on his pants and shirt. He reached over
for his boots, "I'd hurry up and get dressed pet. The
sooner we get out the sooner we're off his radar."

That sent her off. She dressed at record speed,
pulling on her pants and shoes. Finally they stood at
the door, ready to face whatever was out there.
Spike growled at her, "Eyes down when we're
outside."

He pushed open the door and led her from the safety
of his room.

TBC