Pairing: W/Angelus (with a little Spike on the side)
Rating: NC-17, BDSM, Rape, Character Death
Summary: Angelus wants to play, and thinks Willow is the perfect toy.
Spoilers: Season two, after Angel loses his soul.
Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss, it is merely my playground.
Distribution: If you want it, fine by me, just drop me a line first.
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!
Special Thanks: This one is for my beta extraordinaire, Kat, who wanted a little Willow/Angelus action.
A/N: If you’re squeamish, this one may not be for you.
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Willow felt the world swim into painful realization. Her head was pounding, mouth dry, things still a bit fuzzy. When she was finally able to focus, she could make out Angelus, seemingly asleep on the bed next to her. The redhead tried to move away, while pushing down the flood of panic that was trying to consume her. She had only made it a few inches when his hand shot out, grabbing her painfully around the arm. She couldn’t remember how she got there, but it looked like she was going to be staying for a while, assuming of course he didn’t just kill her.
“About time you woke up. I’ve been waiting forever,” Angelus said with a low growl.
“If-if you k-kill me, Buffy will stake you.” The dark vampire let out a booming laugh then. He was going to have fun with this one, he could tell already.
“Let’s make you a little more comfortable, shall we?”
He climbed out of the bed then, and Willow couldn’t help but gasp at his gloriously naked body. He reminded her of Michelangelo’s ‘David,’ but she could feel the evil rolling off of the chiseled vamp, and it ruined the effect. Despite whatever physical grace he held, in Willow’s eyes he was nothing more than a monster. Angelus left the room for a moment, but before she could try to escape, he was back again, carrying what looked like a doctor’s bag, and followed by Spike in his wheelchair.
“Tell me why exactly you want me here?” Spiked asked with a bored tone, “Passions is on, and I’ve got better things to do than watch you play with the slayer’s geek friend.”
“Well, my boy, see I’ve been feeling a bit guilty lately about how little attention Dru has been paying you, and I thought that maybe if you could see how these things are done properly, you might just be demon enough to satisfy my girl the way she deserves. After all, it is kind of my fault for reminding her what it’s like to have a real vampire between her legs, and after me, well you just can’t compare,” Angelus said with a sneer.
“L-look, whatever thing is going on between you guys, I-I think it would be better solved privately. So why don’t I just go, o-okay?”
“SHUT UP!” both vampires yelled at her, making her flinch in fear.
“Listen you bleedin’ ponce, the only reason Dru went running back to your bed is because you fucked her head up so much that half the time she don’t even know what she’s doing! Now, if you think I’m going to just sit here and watch while you torture some helpless little twerp, think again,” Spike growled at his sire.
“Actually, that’s exactly what you’re going to do,” Angelus replied, moving swiftly to lock the door before the blonde vamp could make his exit. “Now you listen, and listen good, boy, I tolerate your existence because on some small level you keep Dru happy. But we both know who’s running the show here, and if I want you to play along while I kill this girl, then that’s what you’ll do, or I’ll stake you myself! Do I make myself clear, childe?”
“Crystal clear, sire,” he spat in response, returning to his bored expression and hoping Angelus would be quick so he could get back to his show.
The first thing Angelus pulled out of the bag was a set of chains. Willow made him chase her around the bed, scooting this way and that, making Spike chuckle loudly, until he finally caught hold of her ankle and pulled her toward him. He backhanded her for making him feel foolish, and then chained her to the bed, spread-eagle, as she struggled against him. Spike had to admit, watching the fight that little waif of a girl was putting up was mildly appealing. The next thing to come out of the bag was a long knife. It reminded Willow of the hunting knives she had seen at Wal-Mart one time, not fancy but functional.
“Please, please, please…” she began repeating over and over, her fear getting the best of her. She hated that she was begging, but still she couldn’t help herself.
Angelus gave her an evil grin and slid the knife up her pant leg, cutting easily through the material. She shivered at the feel of the cold blade brushing against her skin. It didn’t hurt, but it did bring the promise of pain. Once her jeans were gone, her sweater soon followed, and then her bra and panties, until all that was left was bare, pale skin. Both vampires were pleasantly surprised that such a beautiful body had been hiding under such ugly clothes. Angelus traced a hand lightly across her abdomen and up to cup one breast, pinching the nipple slightly. The little pink tip instantly responded to his touch, hardening into a point. Spike groaned softly as he felt himself hardening also at the display. He really hadn’t been getting enough lately if a little flash of nipple could get him hard. Willow was shaking uncontrollably now, so full of fear and disgust that she wanted to scream, but knew it would only give her tormentor more pleasure, so she held back.
Her defiance was intoxicating. Angelus bent down and took her other nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around, until it had formed a point. He could smell her unwanted arousal at his ministrations, and bit down suddenly, making her cry out with a combination of pain and surprise. The dark vampire pulled his head back, and grinned with satisfaction, his cock now fully erect at the prospect of listening to the redheaded beauty scream. Willow eyed the engorged member, trying not to think about what her future held, but knowing full well that that she wouldn’t be dying a virgin after all.
Pulling yet another object from the bag, a black flogger that looked as if it had been well used, he headed back to the bed, stroking his cock lightly, and smirking at the look of disgust on the little hacker’s face. That look was soon replaced with one of pain as Angelus went to work on her, bringing the flogger down against her virgin flesh with surprising force. The dark vampire moved to kneel between her legs as he beat her, one hand slipping between her folds to twist and tease her swollen clit as he raised welts across her breasts and belly with the leather straps. Willow felt her arousal building quickly and hated herself for it. This was so wrong on so many levels. She cast her eyes around frantically, trying to find something, anything to focus on besides the demon that was torturing her.
Her gaze landed on Spike who was watching her through hooded lids. His tongue poking out slightly in concentration as he slowly stroked his hard length. With every slap of the leather against her skin, Angelus’ cock would smack against his own abdomen, and he would give her hard nub a twist. Spike ran a thumb across his tip at the same time, before plunging his hand down his length. Her pain was quickly being replaced with further arousal at the odd sexual symphony she was taking part in. The dark vampire didn’t want to bring her over fully to pleasure though, he only wanted her to experience enough arousal to be ashamed of herself. Reaching again into the bag that was now sitting on the bed next to him, he pulled a few large safety pins out.
“You know, everywhere I go nowadays, I see all these young kids with their tattoos and their piercings, and I think to myself how lucky your generation is to be able to embrace pain openly, and without shame,” Angelus began, opening the first pin and holding it as he pinched her nipple harshly before shoving the metal point through the tender flesh.
Willow screamed at the new pain, and again when a second metal point was shoved through her other nipple. She felt her skin growing hot as she broke out in a sweat, her body’s autonomic system reacting badly to all the harsh external stimuli and sending her into shock. Her eyes were having trouble focusing, and she knew that she was on the verge of passing out. She was going to die soon, and the last things she was going to see were Angelus perched above her with a maniacal grin, and Spike in the corner, frantically beating off to her torture.
The third pin was saved for the hood of her clit, and Angelus took particular pleasure in the high-pitched wail that surpassed any of the redhead’s cries so far. Immediately after he heard a low grunting sound from behind him and turned to watch with satisfaction as Spike came in his hand and across his chest as his seed continued to pump out across his T-shirt. The dark vampire knew that his own release would be much quicker after such glorious foreplay. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Angelus spread her legs as far as her bindings would allow and shoved the full length of his thick cock into her. Again she screamed with the combined pain of her vaginal opening being torn to accommodate his girth, and the friction to her injured clitoris. The smell of blood leaking from her nipples and cunt drove him into a frenzy as he pounded into her mercilessly. He could feel his balls start to tighten, and his face shifted to that of his demon, tearing into her throat as he filled her with his seed in a jerky pumping motion.
When it was over, he climbed off of her, looking at her closing lids with a smirk of satisfaction. He would leave her body in one of the cemeteries after the sun went down. A little present for the slayer to discover while on patrol. Then his smirk became an evil grin as he looked over at his child, now shirtless, using the soiled garment to clean himself, before tucking his now flaccid member back into his pants.
“Now that, my boy, is how you treat a lady right. And wouldn’t you know it, the little girl was a virgin too. I always figured that moron she ran with at least had the sense to take advantage of such a prime opportunity, but apparently not. There’s still a bit of blood left in her if you’re in the mood for a snack. I need a shower to wash her innocence off of me.” With that, Angelus unlocked the door and breezed out of the room.
Spike wheeled his chair closer to the ruined girl, broken and bleeding on the bed. Her green eyes fluttered as death moved in on her. He took her hand gently in his, wishing he could convey to her how beautiful she looked at that moment, like an angel after its wings had been ripped off. It was wrong to let such beauty die. He smoothed her sweat soaked hair away from her face, and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her cheek.
“Do you want him to pay for this, for what he’s done to you?” he whispered in her ear.
“Y-Yes,” she managed to gasp back.
“Do you want to hurt him? Make him suffer like you suffered?”
Her glassy eyes slid from the ceiling to look at him, but were unable to focus. Still, she knew he was there.
“Yes.”
“Then I’m going to help you get your revenge.”
Willow was vaguely aware of the thick coppery liquid sliding down her burning throat. She choked slightly, trying to swallow, as everything swam back into blackness. One thought lingered as she slipped into death, revenge. Spike smiled to himself as he leaned over to lick the last traces of blood from her right nipple. She was delicious, and soon she would be his, and together they would teach his bastard of a sire a thing or two about real pain.
THE END