Warnings: Rape
Summary: Spike torments Willow.
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He was inside her again.
She even preferred the harsh beatings to this; the feel of his cock inside her an indescribable agony. The sensation of him moving against her dry, unlubricated walls was pure physical torture, and the fact that it was him made it even worse. She felt dirty, tainted, horrible; as if she was stained from the inside, branded, what little humanity she supposed a witch could possess being eroded by Spike’s relentless invasion of her body.
Try as she might, no matter how often he raped her, she was never able to dissociate herself from what he did to her, from the pain and degradation he visited on her body and her soul. Especially not when he was talking to her.
His voice was as insidious and brutal an invader as his cock, forcing its way inside her, hurting her, humiliating her, destroying her hopes and her very self, and making it impossible for her to forget for a single moment what he was doing to her.
“MMM, Red. You feel so good. So tight, so hot. You love it when I’m inside you, don’t you? Filling you, fucking you. Seems like everyone’s happier now. The gang’s all contented without you. And you have me.”
In spite of her best efforts, tears formed in Willow’s eyes and escaped, trailing down her cheeks. Spike’s tongue darted out, licking them away and making her feel even more humiliated.
“You taste delicious.”
Then Spike chuckled, stilling his thrusts for a moment and leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“Bet your witch is saying the same thing to that new little girl of hers. Bet right now she’s got her face buried between her long, tan legs, licking her, sucking her, making her scream; the way she used to do with you. Bet she doesn’t even remember what your pussy tasted like anymore. But don’t you fret, luv. I’ll never get tired of fucking this sweet cunt of yours.” With that, Spike began thrusting again; deep, hard strokes that caused Willow to moan in renewed pain as he picked up speed and began pounding into her in earnest.
“That’s right, baby.” Spike smirked as she groaned when a particularly hard thrust of his cock hit her cervix and sent a wave of agony through her belly. “Tell me you love it.”
And with one last brutal stroke, Spike buried his fangs in Willow’s neck and came, filling her with his cold release as he had so many times before. And each time it felt as disgusting as the time before. She dreaded what was coming next.
After he’d drunk his fill, Spike pulled out of her aching body and stood
up.
“Well, Red, I’ve had my drink. Time for yours then, isn’t it? Get on
your knees like a good girl and you can have your treat.”
She hated the way he spoke of this, as it if it were some sort of reward, instead of the degrading and disgusting act that it was. But she was too weak, too tired, and in too much pain to protest, so she knelt in front of the nude vampire and took his cock into her mouth; tasting her own blood on it. He wound his hands into her hair and began to fuck her face, heedless of her choking, as always.
“Taste so much better than that stuttering witch of yours, don’t I? After I let you drink me down, we’ll just have to think of a way that you can show me how grateful you are to me for taking you for my own. I’ll bet we can think of something that we’ll both really enjoy.”
With that, fresh tears flowed down Willow’s cheeks while Spike groaned
in pleasure as he kept thrusting down her throat. Willow knew she would
never get used to what Spike did to her. And that it would be this way
for as long as Spike wanted. And that looked to be a very long time indeed.
The End