Ceremony Of InnocenceBy DM Evans
Chapter: 7
Author's Note 1: This chapter contains non-consensual sex of a very dark and graphic nature. If you DON'T want to read that, skip the third scene marked Los Angeles. It opens with Lilah and a duffle bag.
Author's Note 2: While Lilah is certainly dominating Connor here, she is by no means acting like a dominatrix would. Any safe dom would never hit anyone over soft tissues or over the lower back or stomach. This could cause kidney damage or damage other vital organs. Whip play should be confined to buttocks, thighs and shoulders. I did NOT invent this sick little dildo. You can buy it, really, but using it like Lilah did could cause serious damage that could need surgical repair and could even result in death (in other words don't try any of this at home).
LOS ANGELES
"Lucky me," Lilah grumbled, leaving the office Dr. Outing had in Wolfram and Hart's high-rise. Her physical was over and the news was bad. "I'm fertile." She hated this. She couldn't believe she was allowing Wolfram and Hart to commandeer her body, turn her into a brood mare for Angel's grandchild. But she was going to do it and even if she hadn't been offered all those perks she still would have done it. Lilah was afraid of the senior partners. She had seen them make people eat their own livers, seen them do even more unspeakable things. Hell, she had done plenty herself. She was still shocked Lindsey hadn't been killed outright for abandoning the firm. She was smart enough to know she was expendable. She'd be harder to replace than most but it could be done.
And to top off her day, as if Angel rummaging around her office wasn't bad enough, the doctors had sent her back to Connor to milk him for another sample. Didn't sperm counts drop if you did it constantly?
She actually didn't mind the work. She was getting a real taste for dominating the boy. She'd like to find more ways to do it, get a little creative. What she resented was being ordered to do it like she was someone's dog.
Connor barely looked at her when she came into the room. He knew what to expect by now. He didn't even try to fight her any more. His eyes would go a strange sort of vacant like a china doll's. It was one of the reasons Lilah wanted to get more creative. She wanted him to fight again. She didn't get off half as much when he just laid there staring into space.
"What? No 'hello, honey? I can't wait to get started'?" Lilah taunted but he didn't even look at her.
She squirted some lotion into her bare hand, sitting next to him. She found skin-to-skin was more exciting to her. She tickled the tender spot under the head of his penis, knowing a lot of men loved that. He just rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling, watching the video montage there. Her finger slid under his foreskin, looser now from all she had put him through.
"I'm beginning to think you're enjoying this."
When that didn't get a rise out of him, Lilah moved up to his shoulders and caressed his cheek. "Look at me, Connor."
Lilah knew she had made a mistake even as she touched him. His head whipped around so fast, her lubricated skin sliding over his cheek, she had no chance to pull away. His teeth buried themselves in her hand. Lilah shrieked but she couldn't get free. She slammed her free hand down into his throat. Gagging, Connor let go. Lilah fell over backwards then scrambled to her feet, blood pumping all over.
"You bastard!" Lilah clamped her hand over the wound and kicked him in the side. He groaned and she kept on kicking him. "Dumb son of a bitch."
Lilah stormed out, trailing blood. Her hand would need stitches. First Angel threatened her, then Wolfram and Hart dictated huge life changes for her and now the freak nearly took off her thumb. Someone was going to suffer for it.
SUNNYDALE
"I called you first," Xander said as Buffy and Giles stared down over the gnawed on skeleton of a man.˜ "I figured you should see it before Sunnydale's worst screw up the crime scene."
"This is so gross," Buffy said, seeing what looked like hunks of flesh spat all over the place.
"I wish I knew what sort of demon would chew up a man but not actually eat him," Giles said, pushing up his glasses. "There must be hundreds of little bite marks and pieces of uneaten but chewed flesh littering the ground."
"Yeah, along with some vomit from the guard who obviously wasn't at his post last night." Xander grimaced, feeling the pressure of his foreman's position weighing on him.
"I'm feeling a little upchucky myself," Buffy said. She might kill nightly for a living but she'd never get used to seeing something like this. She didn't want to. If she could look at this and not feel something that would be a sign she, too, had become a monster.
"We've given the men the day off but I'm already getting calls from the L.A. law firm complaining about the loss of a day's work," Xander said. "I should send them a few photos of this."
"Yes, well, I'll check my books and get Willow looking on the Net to see what we can come up with," Giles said. "Was anything else out of place or different that you noticed Xander?"
He shook his head. "Not really. There was a bad smell lingering here, like a backed up septic tank but other than that, no."
Buffy sighed. "I have a bad feeling about this. Giles, come with me to check the Hellmouth again before I have to get to work."
She glanced across the street at the school. "It can't be a coincidence, can it?"
"The Hellmouth being a stone's throw away? I'm thinking not," Xander said, swinging a hand out toward the school, with a shudder.
"Yeah." Buffy's nose wrinkled. "All I'm asking is for Dawn to graduate before the next big bad happens."
"As do we all," Giles said then followed Buffy to check on the Hellmouth. The cement flooring over the Hellmouth was undisturbed, looking innocent enough, but neither Slayer nor Watcher was mollified.
LOS ANGELES
"What is this place?" Gunn asked, looking around Little Texas. He and the rest of Angel's crew were about the only ones not in western wear. Keith Urban's ‚Someone Like You,' pumped through the place to the dancing delight of the crowd.
"A country bar," Fred said, her eyes bright. "I used to love these places back home."
"I am the only brother here," Gunn muttered. "So much for remaining inconspicuous."
"It's a little late for you to just go back to the car," Angel grumbled.
"I kinda like it," Faith said, her dark eyes raking over several young men. "Lotta tight butts in painted-on jeans."
Angel wagged his head. Some things never changed. "Anyone see Lindsey?"
"This is not exactly how I'm used to seeing him," Wesley said, moving so a waitress with a huge tray of beers could sail by.
"Which, I'm sure, is the point."
"Can't smell or hear a thing in here," Angel said, his nose flaring as he tried to sift through the scents of the crowd. "Just look for short men."
"I heard that."
Angel spun and saw a lean man in tight jeans, a red shirt with big white roses on it and a large white hat standing behind him. It took a moment to realize he was looking at Lindsey.
"Follow me." Lindsey took off and led the way to a dark table in the corner. The two people holding it for him nodded his way and left. Lindsey slid into a seat with his back to the wall. Angel's group sat around him. "Hope to hell no one followed you." Lindsey tipped his hat back further on his head, taking some of the shadows off his face.
"We were careful," Angel assured him.
"That's what I thought but I was followed to Vegas." Lindsey's eyes canted up at the vampire, more haunted than Angel had ever seen them. "I'm the one who got Lorne killed."
"What?" Angel nearly came across the table at Lindsey, even though he knew the lawyer had nothing directly to do with Lorne's death. His fists clenched and unclenched rhythmically.
"How is that possible?" Wesley asked, pushing his glasses up.
"I went and saw him in Vegas. They followed me. Wolfram and Heart thought Lorne might have seen something and they didn't want to risk him passing it on to you."
"Did a good job of it," Faith muttered, accidentally kicking Lindsey's ostrich skin boots. "And they weren't wrong about Lorne seeing something."
"Do you know what that might have been, Lindsey?" Angel asked, unable to contain an eager look.
"Where they're holding Connor and where they are keeping my brother, Kevin."
"That's the second time you've mentioned your brother," Angel said, shocked at the depth of feeling in Lindsey's voice. Only once had the lawyer ever spoken of his family and he had seemed embarrassed by them.
"Wolfram and Hart have me doing a deal for them in Sunnydale," Lindsey replied.
"Sunnydale?" Angel, Faith and Wesley chorused.
"Yeah. I'll tell you all about that once my brother is safe." Lindsey's tone brooked no arguments. "They approached me to do the deal a few months ago. I told them no. So they kidnapped my older brother."
"Do it or he dies," Gunn supplied.
"Exactly. Lorne saw that Kevin's being held prisoner in the penthouse suites of the law office. I could get him out alive…maybe." Lindsey stared at his hands for a moment. "My brother is a stand-up guy, a cop and a family man and he doesn't deserve to die because of me."
"And you want my help to free him," Angel said, realizing why Lindsey would be so eager to help.
Lindsey's blue eyes seemed suddenly brighter as he realized Angel wasn't going to shut him out. "I can't free Kevin and Connor at the same time. They might not kill Connor if I get Kevin out first but once I go rogue on them Lilah will immediately expect me to turn to you with information about your son. He'll be in danger then and so will the rest of my family."
"You've seen Connor?" Fred asked, grabbing Lindsey's hand.
Lindsey stared at the strange woman clinging to him. He didn't know who she was exactly and he wasn't keen on being touched but knew better than to say anything. "They keep him in a magical confinement area. I think I know how to get past it. There's a charm the guards and some of the partners have to pass through the spell. I think I can steal one." Lindsey passed a computer disc to Wesley. "The blueprints to the building are on here. I'm not sure where in the penthouse my brother is, nor do I have the first clue what they might be using to hold him there. Kevin doesn't have any idea magic is real or demons exist. All they'd need is a few armed guards to hold him. I'll have to trust your crew to rescue Kevin, Angel, because I'll have to help you with Connor. The subbasements aren't on the blueprints and I know the pass code for the electronic locks."
"Why are you doing this for me, Lindsey?" Angel asked. "You could have gotten your brother out and been gone."
"Because for two years I've been doing good back home, helping people who really need it. You set me on that track and made it possible." Lindsey tipped his hat downward again, reshadowing his face. "And they're hurting your son - Darla's son. He's just a kid and no one deserves what's happening to him. How do I walk away?"
Everyone's breath caught, various looks of pain reflecting in their eyes.
"How bad is it, Lindsey?" Angel asked finally.
"Bad enough. They've been trying to drive him insane." Lindsey worried at a spot on the table with a stubby nail. "Constant bombardment of show tunes and a panorama video of Lorne and you. You're killing people. I think they included Lorne since Connor seems to dislike him.
"No!" Angel snapped. "I'm with you and so is Faith. Like you said, they probably have no magic guarding your brother. Gunn and Wesley would be better going after him while you, Faith and I handle Connor. Fred sits this out."
Lindsey looked at the twiggy woman but no one edified him as to why. He shrugged and pulled a badge out of his pants pocket. He gave it to Gunn. "Show this to my brother. Kevin might not just go with you. He might think it's a trap. Tell him you're here to help him like he helped me when I did that really stupid thing at Old Man Coles' farm."
Wesley's eyebrows cocked up. "Dare we ask?"
"No! He tells that story and the rescue's off." A hint of a grin played with the corners of Lindsey's mouth
"Where should we meet you and when?" Angel asked.
"Eight tomorrow night at the U.C. Star building, two blocks up from Wolfram and Hart. I'll be there. Bring me a weapon. I can't get to any without arousing suspicions," Lindsey said.
"Thank you, Lindsey," Angel said, getting up.
"Save it for when our kin is safe," Lindsey replied.
"I gotta know." Faith waved both hands to draw in the club. "Why here?"
Lindsey smirked. "I'm a simple Oklahoma boy."
Faith snorted. "Like hell."
"No really. I love country music. The owner of this place had a smaller club I always hung out in. When he expanded he sent me a notice but I've never been here before. I did my best to keep Wolfram and Hart out of my life." Lindsey got up. "I've got to hit a pay phone and make sure my family took that vacation I insisted on."
"To some place Wolfram and Hart doesn't know," Angel said.
"I have a big family to protect." Lindsey shoved a hand into his tight blue jeans. "And I have to worry about keeping Kevin and I alive once we get free."
"We'll help you anyway we can." Wesley said. "And you still owe us an explanation about this deal in Sunnydale."
Lindsey nodded. "Later. We'd better head out. We've spent too much time together as it is."
"Paranoid to the extreme," Gunn said, a smile playing over his lips. "Gotta respect that."
Lindsey tossed a wry grin over his shoulder as he moved off into the crowd.
"Let's get back to the Hyperion, look over those blue prints and work up a plan," Angel said, pushing his way to the door. His friends fell into step behind him.
LOS ANGELES
Lilah stepped into the confinement circle carrying a large duffle. She could see the nervousness in Connor's bright eyes. She never came to jack him off twice in one day. Granted, she never finished this morning before she required thirty-two stitches and ten days worth of heavy-duty antibiotics. He was obviously apprehensive, probably expecting reprisals. He had no idea.
Lilah dropped the duffel and waved her hand at him. "Guess what, you little monster, you missed the tendons."
"Too bad."
"You had your fun. Now I get to have mine." Lilah opened the duffle, looking at the boy restrained spread-eagle still. "I did some shopping once the doctor sewed me up. I had no idea there was so many toys. I couldn't chose so I bought a bunch."
Lilah took out a cat-o-nine-tails, a paddle, a crop and a bullwhip. "Which should I start with?"
Lilah grinned at Connor. The boy's eyes were round pools of cerulean, his mouth gaped open more than usual. He was afraid. It was such a delicious way to start her little game. "You told me I could hurt you, that you could handle it. We're going to test that theory."
Lilah ran a finger over the whip, watching him shake just a bit. He did a remarkable job of holding in his fear.˜ "You know, I know I'm likely to hurt myself with the bullwhip. Let's start small and work our way up."
Lilah picked up the paddle, displaying it for him. That welcome trill of power coursed through her. "Australian water buffalo. Do those Aussies know their leather or what?" With a swoosh, she laid it full force alongside his thigh. The cracking sound of textured leather on flesh was particularly satisfying. Connor didn't so much as flinch. Lilah was grateful for that. She didn't want him to cave too quickly.
"They had some with lambs' wool over the paddle but I can't imagine that would hurt much. Did Daniel ever hit you with a belt? Did it feel a little something like this?" She danced around him, hitting him across the thighs, sides and chest with the paddle. By the time the warmth started pooling deep inside her, he was jumping to every swooshing sound of the paddle cutting the air. It was all she could do not to rub the paddle over her swollen clit in between whacking him. His skin was red and beginning to bruise in some places when she set aside the paddle.
"You're enjoying this," he gasped. "I can smell it."
"Naughty boy." Lilah dipped her hand back into the duffle and came up with a rubber horse bit and its head harness. "I don't want to hear you talking. You like biting things so much, try this."
Lilah knelt down and forced the bit-gag into Connor's mouth so fast and hard, it slit his tongue on his back teeth. He choked on blood as she secured the bit with the harness. He growled at her around the bit as she turned back to her toys.
"They even had something called vampire mitts there. I'm not sure what they were but maybe I'll get some for next time." Lilah picked up the cat-o-nine tails, getting a feel for it. "Twenty inches of fall, so they tell me." She toyed with the strips of leather for emphasis. "Let's see how you like this."
She delighted to the thud of the flogger's falls against his flesh.˜ As she artistically designed a pattern of thin red lines over his torso and thighs, Lilah felt her body changing; the swell of her breasts against her cursed underwire bra; the spreading moisture between her legs. There was that desire again to mount him and ride him like the stud Wolfram and Hart wanted him to be. Maybe she should just get out the dildo she had in the bag. What would he think of watching her pleasure herself, getting off on his pain. Once or twice her flogger kissed the tender flesh of his cock and balls, leaving a thin thread of blood behind. She had to be careful there. If she actually damaged him, Wolfram and Hart would do worse to her.
When she tossed aside the flogger, Connor still writhed on his mattress, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Tears ran down his cheeks joining the drool that leaked around the bit in his mouth. She picked up the brilliantly purple riding crop, flexing it in her hands as she tried to ignore the throb in her injured extremity. She was working her hand too hard.
"They tell me there's no better crops than an English one. What do you think? I didn't think it'd be so pretty." Lilah whirled the crop in her uninjured hand like a baton then laid it to his flesh. The purple leather made a loud whoosh before it hit.
Connor's body stiffened under the concentrated blow. A wide red welt popped up almost immediately. Lilah laughed, rubbing the crop's handle against her skirt dragging the silk over her sensitive flesh. She rained blows over him until he was barely responding. Fearing he was passing out on her, Lilah stopped and took two more items out of her duffle, putting them alongside the mattress just out of his sight. She knelt between his legs, thankful the restrains kept him from bringing his legs together or he might just be able to crush her.
Lilah toyed with his tortured cock but there was precious little life in it at this point. Connor was sobbing uncontrollably around the bit, his whole body quaking with pain and exhaustion.˜ It thrilled her. With all the stressors in her life, Lilah was feeling a little insane and she liked it. Still stroking him, she glanced up at his face. He seemed more aware now, watching her. "I thought you said you could handle it," she taunted and it sounded like he mumbled 'kill you,' around the gag.
Lilah sank her nails into the tender flesh of his testicles and he whimpered. "Be nice. I'm sure Daniel told you all about being courteous and respecting women. Did he tell you about morals? How about God? I'm betting he did. I didn't know him well but I know he was big on vengeance, eye for an eye, all that stuff you find in the Bible. What did he tell you about sex? Anything? Did you fumble your way through the first time? Did he tell you to bite the hands off a nice girls like me?"
Connor snorted at that, a harsh laugh bubbling out around the bit.
"Yeah, you think that's funny, don't you?" Lilah picked up one of the items she had secreted along the ratty mattress. It was ten inches of silicone nearly two inches around and obviously could glow in the dark. "Did your daddy tell you about Jesus?" She flashed the rubber thing at Connor so he could see the Jesus on the cross, though the cross's base looked suspiciously like the head of a penis. "Think you real daddy could handle having this touch him? I'm not sure it would bother him, being a dildo and all, even if it's a cross. I think maybe I'll find out but first we're going to see how you laugh about my hand after this."
Lilah pendulumed the crucifix dildo : which she could only imagine existed for freaks wanting to reenact ‚The Exorcist' : in front of his eyes for a brief moment then˜ plunged it into his ass, sinking it to the cross bar. She couldn't describe the shriek that tore out of him as he managed to arc his body up on shoulders and heels, trying to move away from the several inches of thick silicone that invaded him. Just watching it, hearing that screech of agony sent a small ripple of orgasm through her but she needed more for the big release.
She pumped the dildo inside him viciously. She couldn't imagine how much it had to hurt, no lubrication, no warning, no gentle teasing and stretching to prepare him. Unless Holtz had been more twisted than she thought, Lilah knew Connor had never felt anything like this before. He probably never even imagined it could be done. She took it almost all the way out before shoving it home again. Hearing him bawling, Lilah climbed onto his stomach. She put both hands on his chest, looking down at him.
"Laughing now?"
She sat back on his stomach and reached back with her uninjured hand to give the dildo a few more rhythmic thrusts while she watched his face, close up. He was beyond caring, beyond the bravado. The tears outstripped the great gasps of air he was sucking in. With her injured hand, she picked up the final item she had brought with her, a taser. Rising to her knees, taking her weight off him, Lilah thrust the dildo hard again while simultaneously hitting him with the taser. The anguished screech died into a gurgle as he lost consciousness. As his body arched uncontrollably, his hot swollen skin rubbed against Lilah's bare mons. She came so hard it was like a dam break, flooding fluids onto his belly. It wended along the welts, dribbling off of him. She pumped him a few more times before finally withdrawing the dildo. Blood streaked the pearly silicone.
She set both the taser and dildo aside then grabbed the harness to the horse bit gag. She hauled his head up off the mattress. His eyes couldn't focus. "Remember this the next time you think about raising a finger against me."
Lilah got up then dipped a finger in the fluids she had rained down all over his stomach. She wiped it under his nose. "And thanks."
Lilah packed up all her gear then glanced back at him. A soft moan, constant in tone and timbre kept percolating out of him. Blood trickled along the inside of his thighs from the abuse she had inflicted on his anus. She wasn't worried. He'd heal just fine and probably before the end of the day. She called the guard inside as she stepped outside of the confinement spell.
"Leave him. Don't tranq him until he falls asleep on his own. Then hit him with the tranq and release him. For now, he needs to savor that pain he was asking for," Lilah said then strolled out of the room feeling oddly relaxed and gratified.