Author's Note: Set in Season 2. This contains angst, smut, coercion, rape, murder, bondage, blood-play, torture, sexual torture, multiple parties, violence, b/d, s/m, incest -- what can I say, vampires are bad.
Summary: It is Season II and Angelus is out to fuck with some minds...
Spoilers/Time Frame: Season 2
Rating: NC-17 - Angst, smut, coercion, rape, murder, bondage, blood-play, torture, sexual torture, multiple parties, violence, b/d, s/m, incest -- what can I say, vampires is bad. There really is a story here though -- and you might just find it worth reading.
Pairing: Willow/Angelus/Spike
Disclaimer: This is Joss' world, I am but a grateful visitor. If he or any of the others should ever take offense at the ramblings they inspire in me I apologize in advance.
Distribution: I'll likely say YES! Please contact me at Kate_the_Cursed@hotmail.com
Feedback: HELLS yes! Kate_the_Cursed@hotmail.com
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~Part: 1~ In the Library
In retrospect, it had probably been a stupid thing to do, but if she finished her botany project the first weekend of spring break she'd have all the rest of that time to crack a certain government site which had been eluding her best efforts. With some real attention, she was SURE she could find out just what was contained in the tightly locked "Initiative" the hacker and occult undergrounds had been buzzing about. Her excitement about the impending hack overwhelmed any natural trepidation as, for hardly the first time mind you, Willow jimmied the lock on the service door for the cafeteria. She made her way toward the library for a night of undisturbed work. And, while it was certainly creepy all alone in the school long after even the custodians had left, it wasn't creepy enough to impress a girl who'd grown up on the Hellmouth.
The first time she heard the footsteps behind her in the hall, Willow convinced herself she was imagining it. The second time she recognized them as if from a nightmare: Angelus. She knew enough about the vampire to know that he could move silently and that if he was letting her hear him it was for a reason. Probably to frighten the hell out of her. Well, it was working.
All she had to do was get to the library and bolt the door. She heard him a third time. When she whirled around to look she saw nothing -- but heard laughter reverberating off the walls. She broke into a run, the pounding of her feet echoing against his voice. His laughter, practically a giggle, was immediately behind her and then somehow ahead... how could she not see him if he were ahead of her? She turned a corner and again the voice was behind. Maybe he'd gotten hold of the intercom. Maybe he was just everywhere.
She made it. She slammed with her entire body and collapsed in relief against the door as she slid Giles' newly installed iron bolt into place. Willow hadn't yet caught her breath when the world went dark as enormous hands slid over her eyes and mouth.
'In my experience,' he stated calmly about an inch from her ear, 'red-heads are spicy.'
She felt the air move across her cheek as he sniffed.
I can smell the blood rushing beneath your skin, child,' he whispered, 'I always could, you know.'
Willow stomach flipped and she could barely catch her breath as he continued to breathe her in. He moaned luxuriantly as he buried his nose in her hair.
He continued to speak softly with the achingly slow pace of an immortal. 'It 's like wine, see. You take in the scent before you draw it into your mouth. Spicy. Like cloves, maybe cinnamon. I can't quite tell yet. I need to taste you.'
Dying, it turns out, was much less frightening this close up. Willow was strangely calm as he removed his hands from her face. She didn't even let out the pointless scream. The only outward sign of emotion was the tears that slid down her cheeks-- her sorrow at bidding her short life good-bye.
She felt his hands envelop her shoulders as he turned her to face him. She didn't even look up at him. He rested his lips on her tear streaked cheek.
'Yes,' he sighed as if smiling, 'cinnamon.'
Suddenly the panic returned as he licked the tracks of her tears up to her eyes and began to suck gently. Her heart thundered as he softly touched her with just the tip of his tongue and then his lips.
'You have strong tears. It's a sign of arousal actually. What were you doing out alone, Little Red? Were you looking for the big bad wolf? Drusilla said you were.'
Willow pulled away from him as best she could. It was only a few inches, but the oak against her back was hard and there and not him. She gritted her teeth and spoke as firmly as she could.
'If you aren't going to kill me, just let me go.'
He blinked in mock incomprehension. 'I have no intention of doing either..... Probably.'
It felt like a stand-off even though she was quite powerless.
'What do you want?'
'I want you to tell me,' he said oozing insincerity, 'how you can LIVE with yourselves, giving me and mine a veritable buffet for nine whole days while the Slayer goes off to spend time at the beach with her Daddy.'
'Apparently,' Willow replied crisply, 'the family courts of California aren't quite as in touch with evil as one might think. She had to go.'
He smirked. 'Is that your quip or Buff's? O.K. then tell me this, why did you go off by yourself when you know full well that your parents are on a retreat for the week and won't notice if you don't come home?'
Willow's jaw dropped.
He chuckled. 'Even here in Sunnyhell, that innate adolescent sense of invulnerability lives. Isn't that quaint. Xander is grounded. Giles doesn't exactly chat on the phone. You're on your own, kid, or you were...'
With an open hand he reached toward her neck and grasped it gently but firmly.
'You don't know what kind of hell "Angel" lived in do you? All you hot-blooded humans around him. Pulses thundering in his ears. The smells, the constant varying scents of fear or joy or,' with a hiss, 'lussst.'
Willow had never been this close to him before for any extended period of time. She had never really thought about why he held himself back from people. It had never occurred to her that humans were any sort of temptation, never mind a constant one. The perfect happiness overwhelming him and driving away his soul now seemed a logical part of, and not merely some trap door built into, the curse.
'I know you little girls talk, no doubt Buffy gave you full detail of our time together.' his hand began to massage her neck '...did it make you tingle to hear about it, pretty baby? Were your knickers all sticky when you peeled them off at night? Did they smell like they do now? Shhhhh....' two fingers covered her mouth before she could argue, he trailed them down to the bottom of her chin and tipped it up until their eyes met.
She did know. She stared into his eyes knowing everything. In fact, it was everything she knew about sex at all in any real-life capacity. She had been the eager recipient of the information, a running account of the saga -- from how his lips felt and where his hands were the first time he had kissed Buffy, around the bases, and through that disastrous night when they had finally gone all the way. Willow was privy to the secrets, including Buffy's delight -- in spite of the aftermath -- that she had FINALLY had sex, and with the most gorgeous man either of them had ever laid eyes on.
He moved in closer. She could feel his unnecessary icy breath in her hair as he slid his hands down her neck, across her shoulders, down her arms and gripped her tightly.
'My hands practically meet around your waist, Red... and you are just. so. soft.' he whispered like the words made him ache as he moved his enormous chilly hands under her fuzzy orange sweater, slowly stroking her stomach until it quivered. 'Mmmm, that's nice. I'm actually touching you when you tremble this time. I could always hear it you know, could smell that spicy cordial speed up in your veins. Such untapped passion in you, little one, such richness - the first time I saw you I knew I would grow drunk on your blood.' She could clearly distinguish the muscles of his massive body beneath his clothing as he pressed her panting form full length against the library door.
She closed her eyes.
'Keep them open' he snapped, his face briefly vamped, 'don't make me tell you that again' His left hand closed on her breast, stroking it through her cotton bra with his thumb. He began to tease with his words as well as his fingers, both moving so slowly she could just scream.
'You've never done this before have you, little one? Have you done anything? No one has touched you at all, have they?' he shuddered lustfully, 'Such a good girl, no fevered groping in some nasty little boy's car' His eyes continued to bore into her as he continued with anticipation 'have you even been kissed?'
She nodded
'With tongue?'
She flushed crimson, afraid to shake her head lest she succumb to the urge to close her eyes. Still staring, he leaned down and rested his lips on hers, 'Oooooh a real live virgin,' he moaned and a strange lilt entered his voice, 'you are a rare find in this day and age, dear, completely untouched by man, as sweet as you are fair. Go ahead and close them' he whispered, as his soft tongue finally parted her lips.
She could scarcely breathe as Angelus pressed her harder against the door and he filled her mouth. He sharply twisted her nipple and she screamed down his throat.
'Kiss back,' he snapped, 'I'm not some sweaty teenager. You'll have to move your mouth.'
As his tongue explored her mouth her tiny hands were swallowed up by his large ones and he raised them to the back of his neck. Her arms wrapped tightly around him as he pulled her closer. He breathed a moan as his deep kisses became shallow and he tickled her lips with his own. Yes, she was kissing back. She was being clutched so firmly she felt she could lift her feet off the ground and not fall as she hesitantly moved her lips in time with his. He stroked the underside of her warm tongue with the tip of his cool one, drew it into his mouth and began to suck it, curling her toes.
Sweet God, could he kiss! She'd been told (but who doesn't think her boyfriend is a good kisser?) and he had certainly looked as if he were doing it well, but neither one compared to the feeling of his strong, cool, wet mouth devouring hers. This was insane, but she'd gone absolutely limp from his kisses, felt as if she would collapse on the ground if he let go of her.
His arms tightened their hold and she felt his neck unclench as he straightened up, lifting her with him. With a slow ease his hands on her bottom slid to her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist as they continued kissing.
The blood rushing in her ears turned to a roar as her legs were parted and he was pressing against her right there. In fact, his right there was not particularly far from her own and Willow clutched his neck for dear life lest she slide down his torso and... oh God! His hands, oh Lord, those enormous hands were pushing her skirt the rest of the way up her straining thighs and she could feel his fingertips on her trembling skin.
This was crazy. Completely mad. One minute she was watching her life flash before her eyes, the next she was being pawed, and now she was... what am I doing? This is Buffy's boyfriend... check that, this is a FUCKING EVIL VAMPIRE so what the hell am I...
His mouth closed over her lower lip and he began to nibble her none too gently. She gasped, to her shock, not entirely in pain.
He chuckled and entered her mouth again as he began to walk toward the center of the room. With each step the muscles of his abdomen moved against her...
Suddenly, her feet were on the floor and once she regained her balance, his powerful arms released her. She caught her breath and opened her eyes.
They were at the center of library, in the windowpane shaped moonlight that stretched across the floor. Angelus stood about two feet away with his arms crossed, gazed into her eyes, and began to speak softly.
'Don't you think I know what goes on in that pretty little head. every. single. day? It is the oldest story in the world. The smart one, the shy one, the good loyal friend to the vivacious girl that the boys all buzz around like so many bees? It isn't her fault, of course, that nobody notices you- but nobody does. Everybody else dates and pets and has big, heart-breaking dramas while you work hard and stand at the edges virtually ignored until somebody is needed to sweep up the millions of tiny shards. Am I right?' He continued crisply after a moment's pause, 'Answer me! Am I right?'
'Yes,' she whispered, fighting tears.
Honey voiced he continued, 'You are not plain, you are not scrawny and your breasts are not too small,' he eyes caressed her body, 'you have luscious hair, skin like cream, luminous, intelligent eyes and a fetching dry wit.'
She blushed scarlet.
'The blushing is damned hot too. Close your eyes.'
Willow's head was racing, her heart pounding. She knew he was playing her, telling her what she wanted to hear. He was manipulating her in the most classic fashion and yet it was working. 'He has supernatural powers and two hundred years of practice, of course it's working...'
'Open your eyes'
He was nude, bathed in moonlight, his face like an angel and his body like the David.
Framed by the window, he stood very still while Willow's eyes made their way over his glowing form. After a moment, he raised his arms high above his head and stretched, his torso rippling as he languidly flexed. He'd always been attractive, but now he was absolutely, transfixingly beautiful. Her eyes followed his hands as he stroked them down his chest, his stomach, his... his... his... penis.
He walked toward her, unzipped her denim skirt and smirked as it fell to the floor. Her sweater soon followed. She was still as a statue herself. He dropped to one knee, rested his head against her and inhaled deeply, smelling her with a moan. He removed her Keds and rested one hand on her backside as he ran the other slowly from the arch of her foot to the meeting of her legs. She continued to stare straight ahead. His hand began to stroke the crotch of her bikini briefs and her eyes dropped down and were met by his.
His voice was but a purr, 'White cotton, with daisies... oh sweetheart...' He ran his chilly index finger along the edge of them and ever so slowly lifted the elastic. That one cold finger began to stroke her outer lips. Then entered them. Stroked again, entered again. She clenched.
'It will just hurt even more if you do that' he said, as he removed his finger and ran it up to her navel leaving a light line of moisture glistening in the moonlight 'and you aren't very wet. Let's try this again' This time two fingers and quickly. He bit his lip and his face flashed vamp as he examined her with his fingertips, he groaned like his mouth was watering 'Ughhh... You'll bleed.'
Willow let out a panicked gasp, 'You're hurting me!'
He rolled his eyes. 'That's the idea, baby!' He began moving his frigid digits inside of her, speaking and moving with the same rhythm as he held her gaze, 'and at only two fingers. Oh, this is going to be fun. That's right, clench again, not my problem. You saw my cock, I know these things are new to you but it's huge, certainly bigger than two or three fingers' and he roughly inserted a third. His cold thumb began to rub her clitoris.
Her jaw dropped and stayed. She was gasping loudly as one hand cupped her from behind and the other deftly rubbed her... It still hurt, and plenty, the three fingers pushing into her were doing so roughly, but, oh GOD his thumb... The tension was beginning to build. She felt like she would laugh and cry at the same time if she could breathe.
He rest his head against her stomach again and inhaled deeply. 'Oh, I'll know you at last... own your sweet little body.... feel your pulse move through me... cinnamon tears are just the beginning... you're making my mouth water... the sweetest blood of all...'
He looked up at her from his little reverie, 'You'll bleed all right, I can feel it right here.' he said as he wiggled his fingers and let out a gasp 'Your back will arch... your head will fly back... your eyes will roll up into your head.... You'll scream and clench and I'll tear you open with my cock.'
'This is going to be the sweetest, tightest fuck I've had in a hundred years'
Willow began to shake.
'Yes baby, shake for me.... Make this memorable, I know you will.... You'll thrash and beg and I'll pound....' he gave a humorless half-smile, 'You're gripping me harder, Doll, am I making you nervous?'
Her legs finally buckled and with lightning speed he caught her and laid her on the red rug with his free arm. He reestablished eye contact, ripped off her bra and panties and growled with his entire body as he pushed himself into her with one hard thrust.
She was too stunned to scream as his enormous muscular form filled her sight and her body. The wool rug scraped the tender skin of her back. Angelus was so strong and everywhere. He was hot and cold all at once and she was so terribly wet that even his fiercest thrusts caused her insides to tremble from the friction and grab him reflexively even though it hurt like hell. She couldn't make a sound as her body did all he had said it would. Her back was arching, her head jerked, she was beating on him with her fists as hard as she could.
He let out a cry as his game face appeared and stayed 'That's it, little one, fight me!' His gigantic hands gripped her hips so he could pound her while the rest of her tiny body thrashed. After a while he slid them up to her shoulders and began to bite at her neck and breasts. 'Squeal for me baby, let me know you feel it' he said as he lifted her upper body toward his mouth and left a quick bite on her neck with his fangs. She shrieked. He laid her down and laughed in triumph.
He continued to pound her without mercy, watching her face intently so that any time the pleasure outweighed the pain he'd shift again to drive deeper or from a new angle. After a very long time he slowed down and pushed her knees to her chest. 'I want to watch myself enter you... You are so petite I can hardly believe you are taking me.' he said with a slow delight, 'it really IS a sight, your tight little body wrapped around my cock. Oh you sweet thing, you...'
He rolled onto his back and held her apart with both hands as he thrust upward and, deep within her, finally ejaculated.
She went limp from relief as he dragged her up his massive chest and he buried his face in her, ravenously sucking and licking his seed and the blood he had just spilt. At last she felt his face return to human form and he released his hold on her hipbones. As she rolled to her side she could see him licking his lips as he lay on the floor
'Oh you taste so good, sooo damn good.... In my time red-heads were considered devil's children... I may be buzzed for a week off the fire in your veins...'
Finally free, she struggled to her knees.
'Still with me Red! Oh you wicked girl!' He laughed and slapped her bottom as he sat up, leaning back on his elbows. 'I just KNEW you could take it right' He sighed as he rubbed his fingers through his hair 'Gods girl, I could feel your pulse on my dick you were so tight, c'mere'
And with that he knocked her off balance, grabbed her limp body and spooned her tightly.
'You didn't think we were done here did you, baby?' he said, rubbing his hardening penis against the sensitive tissue of her bottom.
Without even thinking she began to speak, 'Angelus, no.... Angelus, please...'
He laughed, 'NOW the begging! Music to my ears! I wondered where your limit was... you are a tough little thing!' he wet his index finger with her juices and began to slowly enter her.
'Please... oh GOD!'
'Please, what, Sweetheart? Slower, faster, more? Please, what?'
'Please... let me go...'
'Oh, now you gotta know THAT is not going to happen!' he laughed.
Willow held her breath as a second wet finger worked its way into her.
'Just relax already, would you? Did I take you without preparation last time? Hmmm? This'll be just as nice... I'd have been done and gone an hour ago if I just wanted to tear you apart... hold still.'
Willow could feel his two fingers moving within her, manipulating her, stretching her... she breathed deep and fought the reflex to tighten up as his third finger slid into her.... into her... into..... she just kept breathing... moving in her... moving... in... her..... breathe, Willow, just breathe.
His tone shifted from strident to soothing. 'Thaaaat's a good girl... it's easier when you don't fight me, isn't it, precious. So sweet when you let me in... Sh sh shhhhhh. Relax. I want to be inside you here too, to own the rest of your sweet little body...
Slowly but firmly he slid himself into her.
She couldn't even fight him this time; she was so stunned as his enormous penis divided her. She just lay gasping on the floor as he quickened his thrusts.
He pulled them to their knees, and began to whisper in her ear, fondling her breasts as he moved rhythmically within her, 'Do you like it? Hmmm?'
Willow didn't answer. Everything he did seemed to make her oooze. Between the mortal terror and the friction, even the things that hurt found her gasping as a new flood of moisture released itself and slid down her thighs.
'Do you? Baby? I don't think you are enjoying this much. Sure, you arch your back like a cat in heat and squirm on my dick, but this really isn't, well, fulfilling is it? What kind of lover would I be if I didn't take your needs into consideration, hmmm? I may be a monster but I'm not a cad!.'
With horror, Willow realized what he was saying. Making her touch him was one thing, even making her like it she could somehow live with, but the thought of her body losing all control while clutched in his massive, hard, cold, arms was more than she could stand. Somewhere inside of herself she found the strength for one more futile escape attempt and suddenly twisted wildly.
He responded instantly and without breaking his rhythm by throwing his shoulders forward and pinning hers to the ground as his hips continued thrusting. One hand continued its feathery strokes on her nipples, the other began to ever so gently massage her clit.
She could hardly recognize the sound of her own voice, 'you can't make me come against my will...'
'Sure I can' he continued silkily, 'and I will. It is an uncommon gift but you are one lucky girl. I want you to feel that sweet tremble that starts in your tummy and moves to your legs, I want you to feel like the woman that you are, and I want to feel your ass milk my cock as you pass out in my arms."
His practiced hands remembered this particular wicked skill. Despite feeling that she was being rent in half, the trembling began and grew unabated. Even as she vainly struggled to escape his brutal thrusts, she just couldn't fight any longer. Like a fever or a head rush it came over her... like twisting the swing around and around till her toes could no longer reach the ground... and then letting the knotted chains go and spinning madly, then back again slower, and once more slower yet...
Willow's first orgasm came hard and kept coming as he roared his and exploded inside of her.
~Part: 2~ The Plan
Willow regained consciousness on her stomach, naked, with what felt like a pillow under her cheek. Before she opened her eyes, she remembered what had happened and decided to keep them closed. Just as she was about to pull the rough sheets over her freezing body, she heard a surprised British voice.
'What the bloody hell'
'Pretty little thing huh? Don't know why I never picked up on it before,' Angelus chuckled.
She lay very still. She heard the door shut behind them, then the floorboards creak as they approached her.
'Slayer's gonna freak.... good call!' Spike sounded impressed, 'so, what are you gonna do with her?'
'Guess.'
'Just feeding would be a waste.'
'Absolutely.'
'Turn her?'
'Considered it, but she's so sweet the way she is, and they just don't taste as fresh once they're dead. Guess again.'
'Slave?'
'Gotta think BIGGER here, roller boy, what better pet for a vamp who used to feel like a human than a human who feels like a vamp?'
'The fuck?' Spike said incredulously.
'I'm going to whelp her,' he said simply.
'Without turning her?' he laughed, 'She'll never be able to take it, mate'
'Awww, she's tougher than you think... aren't you, Kitten?' Willow felt his big hand slap on her flank as he flopped down on the bed along side her. 'Good idea pretending to be asleep, but you didn't think you could fool me, did you? No no no... I know you better than that, I can read your breathing pretty well after last night' he said with delight shiver in his voice. 'Spike, you should have seen her squirm. It's been a while since you helped me with a new pup, what do you say?'
Willow slowly opened her eyes and began to examine what she could see without moving as the vampires continued to discuss her as if she weren't there. She lay on a big bed in a sparsely furnished room. The high arched window had a thin white fabric stretched across it to filter the fading light as it washed over the peaked ceiling. She must be in the attic of the mansion.
'It should be fun,' Angelus continued gleefully.
'Waste of time, won't work'
'Sure it will, surly boy, and it will piss the hell out of Buff'
Spike snorted derisively, 'So you make her nuts? So what? Every fifth teenager in this burg is a sociopath'
'Oooooh! Read a book, did we, William? Impressive! Not just a sociopath, the innocent little best pal of the Slayer craving MY cock, living for those dark nights when I slip my fangs into whatever sliver of her soft flesh I please, obeying me reflexively as my devoted childe, - raising hell with us all over town and un-slayable because she's still human! Hah! What a mind fuck!'
He whipped his head around and glared holes into the redhead lying next to him and began to coo, 'Oh no, Kitty, you'll never betray your vewy best fwend' - his icy index finger ran slowly down her spine, curving over her hip, causing her to take a rough breath- 'As soon as you stop coming quite so hard you'll go and tell on me... and what will she do? Kill me?' he laughed 'Oh, I've never heard that one before... C'mon, Blondie, you can be good cop, no standing required' he started caressing Willow's tender bottom 'poor thing is awfully sore... and you should see her little feet kick!'
Heaving a sigh heavy with aggravation, Spike wheeled over and heaved himself onto the bed. With practiced motions he turned her onto one hip and bent the knee of her upper leg, exposing the raw flesh of her anus.
'All right, Ginger, here is how it works' Angelus began in his best school teacher voice as he got up and began to pace. 'No doubt you are aware of the healing powers of vampire saliva, sort of a fun perk for us... your sweet ass needs some oral attention, but the taste of blood will cause me to lose all sorts of control again, and as much as you seem to like that we really should let you heal... at least a little'
'So my boy William here has the task of eating your ass without, well, eating your ass... since once upon a time I made him the vamp he is, he still has to obey me- another fun perk- and since he was so well trained, he will. He'll lick you like a kitten, Kitten, until I give him leave to do otherwise... and, boy, will he end up in a tizzy in the process... won't you, son?'
Angelus hopped up on a dresser at the foot of the bed to get a better view.
Spike lay between Willow's thighs and laid his hands on her bottom. She felt Spike's soft tongue begin to lap her sore opening, and after the initial cold sting she began to feel almost immediate relief. Her sigh relaxed all the muscles in her body. As her buttocks unclenched, his tongue began to softly probe deeper, circling slowly, lavishing attention on her myriad of tiny tears, withdrawing to run up her cleft and re-entering freshly moistened and cold from his mouth. His lips sucked gently, the pressure just firm enough to act as a cool compress, slow enough not to irritate.
'Rich, isn't she? Is there blood, William? Even a little? C'mon, go deeper, I must have left some behind'
At Angelus' taunts, Willow felt the ridges come up on Spike's forehead, felt his lips expand as fangs pushed them outward... and yet he was every bit as soft and slow as before, even as he went deeper and grabbed her by her hipbones. Gradually the probes became thrusts, his tongue grew firmer, found its rhythm, picked up speed.
'Is she actually bleeding or just oozing? You must be getting thirsty boy! Aww, go ahead, flip her over, I'd bet more than a little money she's wet enough to quench by now'
To her great embarrassment he was correct, she was drenched and could feel the air hit wetness well down her thighs as Spike rolled her onto her back. Spike's hands on her upper thighs, before he even parted them, caused a tiny orgasm to spark in her center and run down her legs.
'Told you she was a pistol. We should keep her up one night and try and set some sort of record... imagine sitting in computer class trying to focus after losing sleep to double-digit orgasms with a pair of insatiable vampires' Angelus laughed wickedly, couldn't stop actually... like a toddler who has just learned the power of a bad word.
Spike appeared to tune him out. Resting his now-smooth forehead on her mound, softly lipping her in the most torturous, superficial fashion, his fingers began to walk quickly up her body. Willow flashed on that hand in the Addams family and actually giggled as his tongue grazed the opening at the top of her labia.
Angelus stopped laughing and just grinned.
Her head snapped back as Spike's tongue lavished the pink interior of her outer folds. His fingers began to caress her nipples, and she unthinkingly separated her thighs in an effort to bring him deeper. This was mad, she had to FOCUS. She had to stay calm and rational and get out of here alive. She screwed her eyes shut and tried to break through the sweet clouds in her mind. At first all her thoughts could find some way to be sexual... daisies, book bags, cutlery... but after a few seconds she was able to begin reciting code, cooling down her brain and... and then his juicy mouth wrapped around her clitoris.
She rode her orgasm like a wave, grabbed his hair and shifted her hips in an effort to squirm her vagina around his tongue. Her little feet began to kick.
Angelus lay down on the bed, pulled her head up onto his firm stomach, and lazily began stroking her hair. "Young William knows the rules. As much as he wants to push you apart and drink your pussy dry he isn't going to do it without my permission. I told you she was sweet! You can just taste her, can 't you? Mmmm, honey and egg-whites whipped into a froth, dusted with cinnamon... Aw, Wiwwow, his cock is beginning to chafe against his jeans and as well trained as he is his fangs could come up by supwise and impale your poor pussy if I let this go on much longer...'
Angelus moved his hands down the sides of Willow's body, slid his fingers under her thighs, and wiggled them to the edges of her sex, roughly pulling her apart as he said 'go ahead, Spikey, drink up'
Spike instantly went into game face and buried his face in her, his fangs only grazing her inner folds. She shrieked and came and the bed began to shake from the peals of Angelus' laughter. It went on and on.... the muscles in her legs locking and trembling as she shouted her extended climax, Angelus laughing as he held her open for Spike, who was covered from chin to forehead valiantly drinking all she produced.
It finally stopped. Spike collapsed on her and Angelus stood and walked to the foot of the bed.
Without breaking eye-contact with Willow, he reached under Spike, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them off that sweet perfect rear. 'Poor Spike' he said as he tore away the white t-shirt, slid his arms around the now nude Spike and lifted him to his knees, exposing an erection nearly as mammoth as his own, 'Still so frail, can hardly keep up his head, but I think he wants to fuck you. Ask pretty, Baby'
She said nothing.
'Kitten' he cooed, stroking Spike's cock, 'look how lovely... you can't help but wonder, does he move his hips as well as his mouth? Will he kiss me on my lips when he comes or my breasts? Is he a screamer like me? Ask pretty, Honey, ask for his cock.
'Please d....' she whispered
'Can't hear you, baby, please what?'
'Please, Angel, don't...'
'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CALL ME?'
In one smooth motion, he dropped Spike to the side like a rag doll, ripped open his leather pants, and impaled Willow with his gigantic member. Each word accompanied a vicious thrust
What The Hell Did You Call Me, Whelp?
She was stunned. As hard as he'd fucked her before, as ferociously as he had taken her innocence, she couldn't have imagined this.
He pinned her wrists at either side of her head and pushed him self upward, driving even deeper.
Call Me That Once More, And I Will Fuck You In Half.
Do You Hear Me, Child!
He came with a roar, pulled her up, and sank his fangs into the side of her throat.
As she screamed, she realized that she had been silent through the attack.
He didn't stop drinking until she stopped coming, which was when she realized that she had been coming too.
He flung her limp body onto Spike's and stomped out of the room.
~Part: 3~ Family Wreath
'Shhhhh..... there now, won't be back for some time. Have a good cry and I'll see about getting you washed up, maybe somethin' to eat... Red? Willow?'
Spike pushed her hair out of her eyes only to find them wide, focused on nothing.
'Bloody hell, bloody fuckin' monster, preyin' on the weak...' he continued to rant under his breath as, with surprising gentleness, he shifted the girl into a more comfortable position, tucking the sheet under her arms so as not to leave her breasts exposed, 'not good enough to find a pretty girl and eat her or turn her, oh no, has to drive them mad or not turn them at all...' as he propped a pillow under her head her eyes narrowed into a disbelieving glare.
'Willow, listen, even with vampires there are rules... customs really but they are rarely ignored. He was right, I'll obey him, even if he's out of his effin' tree, and he knows damn well that I'm gonna take care of you now. He'll tell me I'm soft on the girls and rodger me good while I'm chained up for a day or two...'
'So why...'
'Because you are part of the family now and my responsibility.' Frustrated, he sighed again and continued, 'this won't make any sense to you for ages... c'mere.' He lay back on the pillows beside her, his graceful hands turning her head onto his chest. After an awkward pause, he began to stroke her hair. 'Relationships in vampire families are... complex, ok, simple actually, in that they are everything...'
Basking in what little comfort she had found in forever, Willow was hesitant to ask him what the hell he could possibly mean. He started again.
'You know Drusilla is my lover, she is also my sire, however, which makes her my mother also.' He chuckled, 'you can see how that might be complex.'
Willow nodded.
'Angelus is her sire, which makes him my sire as well... not only was she quite young and easily confused when she turned me, vampires are notoriously patriarchal - or were a hundred-some-odd years ago - so much of my whelping fell to Angelus. Since he trained us both, in addition to my mother and my lover she became my sister too.'
'Ummm....' Willow started, her natural curiosity getting the better of her desire for comfort.
'Yes, pet?'
'What about... Darla?'
Spike snorted, 'Darla, when she was around (and not shagging our sire, that is), wasn't what you'd call the most maternal of vampires. Not only had a certain sexism put her whelp in charge of their little family (which no doubt was part of what was pissing her off), she was annoyed with the complexities of caring for Dru (whom she had found in the first place, mind you) and then became further aggravated with the insolent little solution which was myself- she had allowed my creation thinking that I'd look out for the girl when she was a mess...'
Willow completed the thought, 'making you Dru's de-facto father as well as son, lover and brother!'
Spike chuckled, 'you're catching on. Quite the merry dysfunctional bunch we were, cutting a swath across continents. Angelus loved it, placating Darla, manipulating Dru an' me.'
Spike's voice took on a dreamy quality, 'Dru was my treasure, I'd do anything for her. And while I'm naturally obnoxious, half of it was an effort to take heat off of Drusilla. He knew that an' cheerfully used it to control the two of us, body and.... well, sense. There were other pups too, a few. He loved creating us, molding us to him. He'd let me help... most of them didn't last long... Siring new vampires is a tricky business... Don't get me wrong, he didn't just beat us and fuck us like a lot of sires, he adored us - lavished us with affection, showered us with gifts, reveled in our accomplishments and our pleasures as if they were his own. And we were devoted to him - the sun set and rose on our Angelus who was the terror of both worlds, the living and the dead... until he left us...'
Abruptly, Spike returned to the present and began to speak quite clinically. 'Near's I can tell he's skipping the beatings on account of your being human. Once you enraged him for the first time he'd have whipped you... a riding crop, maybe a belt, somethin' small...'
She recoiled, 'For the FIRST time? I'm never calling him the wrong name again!'
'Willow, you need to listen... if it wasn't that it'd been somethin' else.... he wasn't even actually angry. Tonight he'd have beaten you until you came because he needs to reinforce the pain/pleasure response... let me guess, did he pinch you when he first kissed you?'
'Yes.'
Spike snorted.... 'Such a pussy. Easiest thing in the world to rough-grope some poor virgin who has spent the last three years dyin' to be touched... turn you on and hurt you over and over until they seem like the same damn thing. You've never known anything else, just makes his job easier. Eventually the sight of a whip will get you wet and you'll pull all kinds of crap just to get his wrinkles up- ' Willow could hear his voice grow angrier- 'an' if you were a VAMPIRE it would make some damn SENSE... awaken your bloodlust, teach you your place in a family that could last a couple of hundred years, make feeding all the more pleasurable...' He calmed down. 'Also forms bonds. I take care of you and you grow to trust me. Eventually you grow to trust and obey him blindly. The foundation of a Vampire family is how effectively the pups are whelped. He is a very effective sire.'
'Don't know how you'll get through this, little vamp-human, but I'll watch your back best I can.' Spike tilted Willow's face toward his own and spoke carefully, 'Unless under direct orders, I won't hurt you, won't do a thing you don't want done when we are alone... when we aren't I'll be as gentle as possible. Some blokes can get it up without terrifying virgins...'
'I'm hardly a virgin,' she muttered.
'Hell you aren't! Who did you choose? Who did you take inside yourself and hold and rock with until the two of you shook and moaned and were the only people on earth? Until some lucky bloke is your choice, you are as much a virgin as last time you woke up in your own bed.'
It was all too much. Tears began to fill her eyes.
'There you go, have a good cry, it'll help. Want me to rub your back?'
She nodded.
He shifted her small form until her cheek nestled into the crook of his neck. 'Rest your head then, while you can. I'll stay until you fall asleep, an' then hunt up some food fit for a human.'
Willow drifted off to sleep with his cool hands rubbing her back and her tears rolling down his chest.
~Part: 4~ With a Little Passion
It had been a long fitful night. True to his word, Spike had brought her food, soup maybe or some sort of porridge, and had gotten her to take a few bites whenever she woke. Willow finally fell asleep some time near dawn. She must have slept most of the day because the ceiling reflected orange when she at last opened her eyes.
'Back among the un-dead I see' said Angelus, standing shirtless at the foot of her bed, 'I would have lost patience but Spike kept me busy'
'Where IS Spike?'
'Where IS Spike' he mimicked, 'you children are so cute when you huddle like puppies'
The tone of his voice left no doubt that he found nothing cute about it.
'Spike is tied up at the moment, so it's just you and me for now, baby. Man, I am BEAT' he said as he flung himself onto the bed beside her and rubbed his eyes, 'open my pants'
'What?' she said, sitting up with the sheet clutched to her chest.
'Oh we are sassy aren't we' he said exasperated, 'drop the sheet already, there's nothing under it I haven't seen. If I wanted you covered you'd have clothing.'
She let the sheet fall and was surprised she could still feel so exposed. He idly lifted one hand and caressed a nipple while she tentatively reached toward the buckle at the top of his leather pants.
'Uh uh,' he corrected, eyes still closed 'either you rip them open with a little passion or, if you go slowly, start with a caress. Stroke my abs.'
Willow took a deep breath and shifted so that she could rest on one arm and reach with the other. She began to trace the edge of his rib cage with her index finger. It got her an 'mmmm' from the unusually placid vampire so she figured she was doing it correctly. Next she began to trace the grid of his muscles and circled his navel. Finally, with trepidation, she ran her finger down the trail of downy hairs that led to the top of his pants.
'Very good. Now with your tongue'
Oh God. She could do this, she HAD to do this... who knew what would happen if she tried to refuse...
Taking a deep breath she leaned over, placed a hand on either side of his muscular torso and held herself above his reclining body, very aware of her bare breasts nearly grazing the rippling muscles of his abdomen. Slowly, she repeated the route with the tip of her tongue. This time when she reached the end she carefully undid the top buckle and, tooth by tooth, slowly unzipped.
'Your breath feels good, so hot. I just knew a living girl would be a good idea'
He wasn't wearing any underwear and something about the thought of leather rubbing directly against his... skin made her bite her lip. Even flaccid he was large.
'I've had a rather active day downstairs so it should take you a while to get it up. The practice will be good for you' - still not looking up at her he stretched his arms and placed his hands behind his head - 'go ahead..'
Alright, now, even Buffy hadn't done this! This was all new territory. She took a deep breath and told herself not to think- kissing had come naturally enough, maybe this would too. He lay very still as the seconds passed and she flinched as she imagined this patience coming to an abrupt end if she didn't act soon.
His skin was even softer here than on the rest of his body. It was part of the vampire re-generative thing she had decided... his entire body, his finger tips, toes, elbows, all were as soft as his lips- not a callous or a blemish on him. The skin here on his, well, manhood however was a different texture... where the rest of him seemed like cool, resilient, marble this looked velvety, somehow dynamic, ready to - her heart sped up - ... grow.
Willow ran her tongue along the length of him, base to tip.
She couldn't taste anything but the smell of the leather. No sweat, no heat, just cool and perfect and even softer than the rest of him. She repeated the action and felt the slightest hint of movement beneath his charmeuse skin.
The third time when she reached the tip she circled his foreskin and rested her tongue at the cleft inside of it.
'You can push it back for now. It'll stay by itself later'
She carefully wrapped her hand around his considerable girth and pushed back the foreskin. She placed her lips over his head and gave him a sucking kiss. He stiffened slightly. Willow leaned her face down to the base of his open zipper reached toward his pubic hair with her lips and ran them up the underside of his penis. She had always thought that, even under the best of circumstances, this would be gross but it really wasn't so bad. It was interesting, feeling him react in her hand, in her mouth, hearing him sigh.
'Pretty good kid. Go ahead and take off my pants.'
On her hands and knees she crawled to the foot of the bed. He lifted his hips as she slid the heavy black leather down his buttocks and thighs. His strong, soft, lily-white feet were bare, so the rest was easy. The pants were surprisingly heavy in her hands and she folded them as best she could and placed them at the foot of the bed. She was kneeling between his parted legs with her hands on his thighs when he finally looked up at her and... smiled.
She had only seen it once or twice before and it was lovely.
He was bewitching. Beautiful large muscular body, smooth supple white-gold skin, that chiseled face and brown eyes you could drown in. By any objective standard he was simply magnificent. And absolutely captivating when it suited him... like this sudden grin. You could almost believe he wasn't a monster if you looked at him long enough.
He tilted his chin upward in a come hither gesture and she leaned forward and closed her mouth over him. His big strong hands reached for her breasts and began to caress them once again.
'It's a cliché, but the secret really is to relax your jaw.' He tilted his hips upwards to give her a better angle. She slid her hands beneath his buttocks and clutched his... oh God his ASS!
Alright, truth be told she had always been particularly impressed with this part of his body. It was as firm as she had always assumed, but it had never occurred to her to imagine it clenching in her hands. As she took him ever deeper into her mouth she gripped him with a genuine eagerness.
He was making happy little groany noises as she continued to massage him with her mouth. Her head began to think again. This was very bad, this situation, somehow enjoying this situation. She was bewildered how she could be surviving an attack one minute and, while not exactly willingly, enjoying his body so much not long after. Spike had said something about a pain/pleasure response, had said something about Angelus being very practiced at this...
'Faster.'
She sped up, sucking harder she could feel him growing more solid in her mouth. The important thing was to get through this and get home somehow. Buffy would be back from her Dad's soon... Xander would finish being grounded and notice that she was gone... somehow she'd explain all of this to them once they rescued her, once she figured it out.
'Alright, now my balls.'
She gratefully slid his now full erection out of her mouth and began to lick his testicles. They had tightened since she had begun and she cupped them in one hand as she wrapped her lips around them as best she could. His hands on her breasts had slowly grown rougher and now he was pinching her hard.
Her knees hit the wooden floor with a sudden thud as he pushed her over the edge of the bed and sat up. He was still smiling as he looked down at her but any trace of sweetness was well gone. He grasped her face in his hands... thumbs along her cheekbones, fingers wrapped in her hair. He bit his lower lip with anticipation as he entered her lips and yanked her mouth to the base of his cock.
He was grunting, thrusting his hips forward, still holding her gaze as he firmly held her head in just the perfect position to stare into her eyes while he rode her mouth. It was awkward and she began to gag and choke which amused him.
'Aww, now this is the drawback to humans, the whole breathing thing' he laughed, 'don't worry, I'm almost done' he went into game face, his eyes now yellow and feline still boring into her. He continued to thrust. Just when she knew she'd pass out if he didn't he roared and came hard, buried deep in her throat, for nearly a full minute. Unable to swallow while choking, she felt his semen flood her mouth and run out the sides.
His head dropped to his chest. She didn't dare move. Without even opening his eyes he said., 'you spilled didn't you, brat? I can smell it.'
Without looking up his hand shot out and cracked her hard across the face but the rest of his fury was exerted on the bed as he pounded his fists and raged unintelligibly. With his lightning speed he leapt to his feet and tossed her over his shoulder. Both of them nude he strode out of the room, across the hall into a small cage elevator and furiously punched the lowest button.
~Part: 5~ Frustration
The creaking ride took forever. He paced like a tiger in the cage and muttered as he periodically slapped her backside with his free hand. Spike had said the anger wasn't real... and as she realized that what he was expressing was frustration as much as anything else.
'How in the hell am I supposed to do this without beating her to death' he muttered, 'Dammit.'
Slung over his shoulder, Willow bit her lip. His great big insanely soft hands were stroking, slapping, pinching... he worried her most sensitive parts as if a dog with a bone. She was dizzy, all the blood having rushed to her head, and was gasping alternately in discomfort and extreme pleasure as he entered her with two, three, four fingers at a time. He fondled and groped her as obliviously as one might doodle while on the phone.
After a time he turned his face toward her and began to gnaw on her hip as he probed her.. 'At least she comes like a freight train... don't you, babydoll?' he asked expecting no answer 'at least you can take a cock without going into a dead faint. Dru, when I first turned her, was always passing out on me. Sheesh... drama queen, she wasn't even as tiny as you and I was constantly having to splash her with water or wave salts under her nose. You modern girls are so much more fun. Such a shame she can't come to this little party of ours,' he said wistfully, 'she so enjoys a new little girl but there's no way in hell she'd be able to make sense of treating you like a vamp pup, man-cub, heh. Ah well, she'd be endlessly curling your hair and serving us all tea in the dungeon....
At long last, the ancient elevator came to a metallic stop in what most certainly was a dungeon.
They were in a cave beneath the mansion. The gray stone walls were wet with condensation, portions were covered with heavy blood-red velvet drapes. It smelled of damp and candle wax. As he moved his way across the room she could see the candles and their flickering shadows everywhere- barely illuminating heavy chains hanging from brackets in the walls. Her head rushed as she was suddenly upright and reeled as she was tossed onto her back in a pile of hay on the stone floor... at Spike's feet.
She gasped as she realized that he wasn't standing but was suspended from the ceiling, his arms stretched painfully above his head, feet just touching the floor. He was nude and his alabaster skin reflecting the ring of candles around him was marred with bite marks and bruises in various stages of healing. Willow's climbing eyes reached his face and were met with a wink and the faintest hint of a smirk.
Angelus re-entered her field of vision now clad in a short, black, silken robe.
'Insufferable bitch,' said Angelus as he lifted a bull whip off of a nearby hook. Willow braced for the blow and was surprised when Spike was lashed across the chest, 'you and your babies. William the fuckin' Bloody my ass.' After a few more licks which didn't even to seem to register on Spike's face Angelus flung the whip away in annoyance.
'What am I supposed to do with you? Huh?' he said, grabbing Spike's jaw. I chain you, I beat you, I fuck you half the day and you still manage to defy me don't you?'
'Yes Sir'
'Brat. That pretty mouth never errs, does it? No, you'll keep up your chin, even roll your eyes when you think I'm not looking. You'll mollycoddle the girls and mock me behind my back... but I ask you a question and you are oh, so, obedient. Ohhhh I love you boy.' And with that he planted a sweet, passionate, lingering kiss on Spike.
Um, O.K.... Angelus is kissing Spike... This isn't news, Willow thought, I already read about this, Spike mentioned this - well Spike mentioned fucking... Vampires do this... but, well, watching this is something else entirely...
Angelus stood there cooing, fussing over Spike, pushing his blond hair into place. Arms stretched above his head in chains Spike kissed back - actively, eagerly, leaning into Angelus' hands as they fondled his face and jaw.
Oh yes, something else entirely... and not entirely... bad... Willow shifted in the hay.
Angelus continued to murmur, 'Baby, why do you persist in pissing me off?' Without even looking away he snapped 'Girl, on your knees.'
'Spike here was naughty and got one heck of a beating for his pains. You made a mess, little miss, and I really need to impress on you how inappropriate that was. Hands up.' He slipped a loop of chain around her wrists and unceremoniously yanked her to her feet, her face just inches below that of the battered Spike. Angelus fixed her chain to a hook in the wall.
'Messing up your pretty faces is the last thing I like to do children, but sometimes you leave me no choice.'
He grabbed a large candle and held it between them. 'See this black eye? That's for the damn soup... I'd have fed you eventually, I'm not an idiot.' With that he tipped the candle, dropping a stream of melted wax onto Willow' s upturned face. She shrieked. It rolled, like scalding teardrops, down her cheeks and fell to her breasts, her stomach. She felt it puddle at her feet and harden them to the hay on the floor.
He proceeded to give an inventory of Spike's injuries, each description accompanied by a similar stinging splash of wax on the corresponding part of her body.
'This won't harm you, Kitten- unless it gets in your eyes- see where the whip caught him across the bridge of his nose? Hold still.....'
'See this lash mark, over his shoulder, diagonally across his chest? Stops just short of his nipple, good thing I have such a deft hand with a whip, huh? Oh yes... '
'There are a few on his back you can't see - would I lie to you? His poor sweet ass...'
Angelus went on and on - moaning when she'd shout, laughing when she was silent. Her arms grew tired and she'd push up on her toes, her toes grew sore and she'd have to shift the pressure back to her arms. The hot wax hurt, but only for a few seconds at a time. The anticipation and the taunting were worse. The thought of Spike being beaten in this position, however, was what was really killing her... being beaten for her.
She stared into Spike's eyes - trying to apologize, trying to find strength, trying to not burst into tears...
'This bite on his stomach... that one is tough to get...'
The chains clanked as Angelus grabbed Willow around the waist and pulled her up onto his thigh. He looked her in the eye and grinned as the flood of hot wax ran down her stomach and toward her parted thighs. She caught her breath and at the last moment he clutched her to him tightly and the wax pooled and hardened harmlessly between their bodies.
Before she knew it was happening the chain was released and she landed on her back in the hay, her arms still above her head. The hay must have been new because it was surprisingly fragrant in the dank cellar.
'Now, we are going to try this AGAIN,' he said, as he cleated the chain to the wall alongside Spike's.
He began to giggle. This was never good. Willow had learned that all kinds of weird was about to break loose as soon as he started to sound like a five year old with a new toy.
'I have a new toy' he said. He trotted out of the circle of candles and returned a moment later with a long slender black velvet bag, the sort used to wrap wine. 'Check this out! I haven't gotten to play with a new pup since these were invented.' It was a vibrator, a large vibrator.
'It's top of the line! Remote controlled, variable speed, thrust, twist and this little dolphin shaped part that tickles juuust so. This should be fun. Gotta love being a modern villain.'
He set it on low, knelt down between Willow's thighs and began to rub her gently with the lightly trembling tip. 'You're going to love this, Spike, your pretty little redhead squirming at your feet while I give it to you good.'
He looked Willow in the eye and very deliberately did not touch her as he manipulated her with the vibrator. He'd smile when she'd shift, shudder when she clenched. He bit down on his lip as he ever so slowly inserted it into her opening and softly slid its length into her body.
Still careful not to touch her with his hands he positioned the tickler over her clitoris. 'I know I know, I haven't let you come all day, Spike,' he pronounced the name pointedly, raising his eyebrows at Willow, 'you are going to spurt QUARTS, boy'
On his hands and knees he snaked the length of Willow's naked body and, hovering over her, whispered menacingly in her ear 'You'd better drink it all,' and then turned up the remote.
Willow moaned.
Angelus rose up on his knees over her supine body, straddling her waist, the silk of his robe just brushing her belly, as he turned his head up to speak with the chained man. 'Should I pinch her, Spike? I think I should.' Without even looking at her his one hand gripped her nipple and began to twist it as the other played with the remote.
Willow gasped.
'She's just going to love this, she already wants it so badly, don't you, little one?' He stood up and gazed down at her. 'Scream for us baby... oh Spike, look at her go!'
The feeling was intense. The tickler was positioned just so and he'd pulse it harder and harder until, just as she was about to climax, he'd abruptly turn it down. She grunted with frustration. At the same time the enormous vibrator was thrusting unrelentingly as she got wetter. The twisting sensation was unimaginable before she felt it... and whenever he turned it up her head would thrash and she would give a shrieking gasp.
'Good thing you bitched until I got that hay, Spike, she's practically giving herself a concussion as it is. Quit looking at the ceiling, girl,' he growled as he increased the depth of the thrust.
She looked at Spike whose jaw had relaxed so she could just see his tongue peeking between his lips as Angelus began to jerk him off roughly with his free hand.
'Let's make her moan,' said Angelus as he turned up the tickler. 'Should I let her come this time? Is that good for you, Spike? Watching the little bitch wriggle at your feet? She's a musical little thing isn't she?' he said as he adjusted the controls and her moan turned to a high pitched wail.
Willow's heels dug into the hay and lifted her hips off of the ground. The tickler was at maximum now and the big one was coming.
'Not yet, girl. Don't you DARE come until I do.' Angelus knelt between her legs, dipped his fingers inside of her with the vibrator, and wet his erect cock with her juices. He thumbed her ass and made her shout. 'You come before I tell you to and it's my whole damn hand'
She felt her insides jump at the thought and prayed she wouldn't climax without permission. At this particular moment, pray was all she could do.
Angelus rose to his feet. 'It hurts not to come huh? You have become one hot little slut in just a few days, girl, just living for it. Squeal again for me' and again turned up the twist.
'Look at big brother here, girl, see how hard he's getting watching you work it? His poor balls have been waiting for your pretty lips all day long,' Angelus taunted, 'but I'm not quite ready for him to come yet either.
Angelus stepped behind Spike, reached up to where the chains were hooked to the wall and ratcheted Spike's down several notches. Spike's upper body slumped forward and, as they both looked down at Willow writhing at on the floor, Angelus grabbed the blond roughly around the waist and entered him with a single thrust.
Angelus threw back his head as he pounded Spike. 'Boy. You. Are. So. Good.' he grunted as he buried himself in Spike, making the smaller man groan. 'Tell me again how much you love it.'
'I love it,' Spike gasped, his head eyes wide with pain, his lips turned into a half-smile.
'See, Sweety,' Angelus said, 'he can barely speak and he knows what I want to hear. Look at his face, see how his eyes are rolled up? He does love it, my cock filling his ass, my hand on his neck strong enough to break it. Hurts doesn't it, Boy?'
'Yes, Sir,' said Spike, barely audible.
'Say it again'
'Yes, Sir, it hurts. Like hell, uugh!'
'Should I let you come, baby?'
'Please,' it came out as a breath.
'See how good he is? He's pushing back too, grinding his ass against me as I ride him. Gods I'm gonna blow. On your knees girl'
With that, Angelus yanked Willow's chain and brought her to her knees. The shift made the vibrator's position even more torturous as her slick thighs clamped around it. She bit through her lip to keep herself from coming.
'All right, my little red-headed whore, you spill a DROP this time and you'll be wishing it was just the wax. Open your pretty mouth.'
She nearly choked as Angelus pushed Spike into her mouth, she could feel each of Angelus' thrusts - jerking the tear in her lip, forcing Spike further down her throat, rubbing Spike's thighs against her too-aroused nipples.
Angelus' roar shook the cave and he tore into the crook of Spike's neck as they both came. Willow's own orgasm threw her forward, causing her chain to lash against Spike's chest and leave yet another mark on his arctic skin. Angelus wasn't merely sucking, he was chomping and the blood from Spike's wound spattered on Willow's upturned face. She continued to shake.
She didn't spill a drop.
Angelus released their chains and dropped them still twitching onto the ground. He fell to his knees and pushed her hair out of her face. 'I knew you could do it, Willow baby, sweet little girl,' he said, taking her head in his hands, covering her face with kisses, 'Oh, I'm just so pleased with you.... so pretty... so good for her Daddy..... Scream me one more huh?'
And with that he turned all the controls on the remote to maximum.
She wailed and felt like her body would explode.
He rocked back on heels and sighed in satisfaction, 'Look at her squirm. She just never gives up does she? Bite that tit Spike, I'll get the other.'
Their mouths closed on her breasts, nearly covering them. In unison Angelus turned his head and ground her tender nipple between his molars while Spike's fangs, like icy needles, slid into the underside of her other breast.
Her orgasm rocked all three of them as the vampires drank deep.