The following story is by the author Buffyfan, and she is utterly divine in ever way. You can find her fantabulous fics at many archives, and her personal page at AAF can be reached by clicking here.
As for this story, I've included it for several reasons. Besides my intense hatred for the character Buffy and her and Spike's treatment of Wood in season 7, I found that this story was not just random pornography. It had that 'something' that made me want to archive it. And though my fellow humans who would tell me they're tired of the 'black man/rapist' cliche used to control, and sometimes excite white folks, I say this is my site and I want it here. So there. That ought to make sense lol. Oh, wait. This fic has RAPE. It's NOT pretty. Be WARNED!!!!
(original forward from the old site) I've included this fic here for two reasons. One of those is that it features Principal Wood, a BtVS character of colour. The other is that I am ABSOLUTELY opposed to the implied moral slant of ep. 17, season 7. (Wood being in the wrong and Spike's unlife being worth more than is. I think it's cause I identify with his dead mother.) I've actually managed to stay away from the show for the past few weeks because of the spoilers for this ep, and this fic kind of reflects my idea of how it should be...well except for Wood's misogyny, rapist tendencies and the character death... Enjoy!
"God, Robin," The slayer grabbed for a tissue on her former desk in the counselor's office, glad that it was so late at night and there were no students around to see her break down like this. "I actually believed in him. I trusted him with Dawn, my friends, the entire future of the slayer line, I thought I lo--"
"Yes, well you were obviously misguided, weren't you? Spike would have killed your watcher, your supposed friend if I hadn't been there to stop him." His voice was harsh and his words only caused her to cry harder. "I would have thought you'd know better. Being the slayer is a sacred duty, Buffy. Demons cannot and should not be trusted, ever."
"Thank you for being there. For -" She swallowed hard - she couldn't even say it.
"It needed to be done. Somebody had to do it." He handed her a tumbler with some amber liquid in it. "Here, drink this, it will calm your nerves."
"I don't think -"
"That's right, you don't think much at all, apparently. Now just drink it." He had a right to be angry with her. She had forsaken her sacred duty and it had almost cost her - No, she had to stop thinking so selfishly - it had almost cost everyone, everywhere. She deserved his scorn.
"Thanks." She gulped down the fiery liquor, shuddering at the taste of the hard alcohol. "Gah!"
"What's the matter, don't you drink, Buffy?" He stood over her, leaning down, a sneer on his face. "I would think that drinking would go along with the rest of your behavior."
Huh? She was having troubling focusing in on his words; her mind seemed fuzzy and unclear. "Behavior?"
"Yes, Buffy, your behavior. You slut around in those tight-fit little outfits, screwing the undead. You are a disgrace to every slayer who ever lived."
She grimaced as he yanked her up from her chair, pinning her arms behind her back painfully. "Get your hand off of me!" Between the drunken stupor she was feeling and her anguish over tonight's events she found her strength had deserted her. She tried to yank her arms away, but to no avail. "You're hurting me!"
"What do you think Spike's victims said right before he snapped their necks or sucked them dry? Do you think they pleaded, do you think they begged?" He shook her hard. "Do you think that your demon lover gave them any mercy whatsoever? Or did he just do `what felt good' to him at the time?"
"I don't know what you want me to say!" Her face felt flushed and raw from the tears that would not seem to stop coming. "What?"
"I think that you don't realize what you are, what you've done to the title of slayer." Still holding her arms hostage with one hand, he tore the front of her jersey shirt down the middle with the other, spilling her unfettered breasts into the stagnant office air. "I think I should show you what a whore you really are. What it means to be with a real man, not an undead demon."
"What!? NO! Robin, you aren't yourself, this isn't right!" She knew that he wasn't like this. He had just saved Giles for pity's sake. He was a good guy. "Why are you so angry with me? I don't understand! Stop that!"
He had leaned down and sucked one of her pert, young breasts into the cavern of his mouth, twirling his tongue around the peak, making it stiffen and glisten with his saliva. "Mmmmm." He hummed around her breast as he let it go with a soft popping noise. "Very nice, Buffy. I can see why all the vampires want to fuck you. You're so easy!"
No! She wasn't easy - but then why could she feel her heartbeat accelerating and her palms begin to sweat? "Please-"
"Shut-up!" He smacked her hard across the breast he had just laved. "You're going to learn. So just shut up and pay attention!"
She started sobbing harder as she felt his fingers pinching and rolling her other nipple between them, forcing it to stiffen. To her dismay, she felt a small surge of wetness start between her legs. She couldn't possibly be aroused by any of this, could she?
"Where are those?" His hand left her breast to rummage around in a drawer behind her. "There they are! The things kids try to bring to school with them these days!" He chuckled and shook his head, bringing the silver bracelets to jingle in front of her wide hazel eyes.
"Please." It was a whisper, she was scared and tired, but she still had faith that he wouldn't go too far. He was a hero, after all.
"I think that I told you to be quiet." Slap! Her other breast now had a matching stripe of red to match the first one. "Now don't struggle, you'll only make it worse on yourself." With an ease that spoke of repetition, he quickly handcuffed her hands together behind her back. Forcing her forward on the balls of her protesting feet, he practically shoved her into his office, then closed and locked the door.
That clicking noise seemed to finally penetrate the fog she had been operating under and she spun around, deftly aiming a kick at his head. Years of training paid off for him. He easily evaded her, laughing as, with her handcuffed hands throwing her off-balance- she fell hard on her ass, twisting her ankle in the process. She started sobbing again as his ridicule hit a raw nerve.
"The chosen one! The one girl above all others, who is handpicked by the powers that be, to lay on her back and spread her legs for whoever - or should that be whatever - happens by! You are pitiful! An absolute disgrace!" She tried to crawl backwards away from his tormenting words, but her ankle throbbed mercilessly even as the carpet burned long red lines across her naked thighs. To her horror, her short-red miniskirt had crept above her hips during her fall. With her hands bound as they were, she was unable to hide from his intent stare.
"Why, Buffy! I can see why you wouldn't want to hide this light under a barrel. What a whore!" She jerked away from the hands prying her legs apart. "Those little thong panties don't really serve much use, do they? I can even smell your cunt juices from here!"
Kicking out with her good leg, she caught him a glancing blow in the kidney before he pulled at her injured ankle with malice. "No. Bad slayer!" He jumped up suddenly, crossing the room to his hidden weapons storage. "Just wait, we'll have that pesky underwear out of the way in no time."
Grabbing two large lengths of chain, he grabbed her good leg first, securing it tightly to the doorknob of his office. She tried to jerk her foot away, but found there was no slack. "These chains were designed to hold vampires, Buffy. I think you'll find your `super- strength' isn't really a match for them."
Her injured leg offered up no resistance as he secured it to the foot of his desk, effectively binding her spread-eagle on her back. She shuddered in fear and shame as he ripped her panties from her prone body, pushing her skirt further around her waist until it resembled nothing more than a belt.
This was awful. She felt more helpless and out-of-sorts than she did when her slayer powers had deserted her before. His thumbs gently pried open the clean-shaven lips of her cunt to expose her center to his hungry eyes. "Beautiful, Buffy. Well-groomed, too. I'm sure that the undead appreciate that in a whore."
"Don't-"
Thump! He punched her hard, the hard bones of his knuckles easily bruising the soft tissue surrounding her wounded pussy. She gasped and jerked, mindless with the pain of his sudden attack. He didn't' bother repeating his instructions to remain silent. The bastard knew she had gotten the message. "Now where were we?"
She felt completely vulnerable as he stood and again approached the weapons. Her nudity was brought to the humiliating forefront of her mind as she observed her fully clothed former ally. "Yes. I think that we'll start here."
"This, Buffy is a stake." He held the object in question directly in front of her face. Defiantly she turned her head, but he only forced her chin painfully back, smiling gently at her. "Now, Buffy, I know that some of this is remedial work, but you're just going to have to suffer through it anyway."
She abruptly stopped crying. Hardening her heart, she realized that she was in the hands of a madman. She glared balefully up at him. "This particular stake is a nice smooth oak, approximately 7 inches long - just right for properly penetrating the enemy." Duh! Wait a minute, he couldn't possibly mean to? Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open in shock. "That's good! Keep your mouth open like that!" He put the sharp end of the stake in her mouth, easily evading her attempt to spit it out. "I'd hold very still, if I were you. This stake could very easily be shoved straight through the back of your throat."
She gurgled helplessly as he slowly thrust it in and out of her open mouth. "Close your lips around it. Yes. That's a good little slut! Show the stake you appreciate the way it saves lives from those evil vampires you like to fuck. Suck it." Almost automatically, she felt her mouth obeying his commands. Her lips closed around the polished oak, her tongue swirling around the surface as she sucked and licked the wood being pushed in and out. "Take it back in your throat and swallow."
She very slowly did as he instructed, well aware of the sharpened point that could puncture her throat as it worked back and forth, scraping her teeth and rubbing across her tongue. He moved so slowly, she was almost grateful. Almost. Unfortunately his lack of speed also meant the attack seemed to go on forever. With sudden shock she remembered that this was a Friday. He could theoretically keep her like this for a few days before anyone would find her. Swallowing again, she negated that thought with the hope that Giles and the others would come looking for her.
"Good girl, Buffy. I knew you could show that stake the same respect you give a demon. You just needed the right encouragement. No. You're going to want to leave some spit on it. Trust me." She started crying again.
"Now, stop that! You're a slayer, a hardened killer of killers – when you're not letting them fuck you silly that is. You are brave and resourceful. Slayers shouldn't cry. Not ever." His warning tone had her stifling her tears into the odd sniffle. "See? That's better."
When he moved to approach her chained legs, she quickly jerked up, head-butting him. She squirmed and wiggled frantically trying to break free. Wiping the blood from his forehead, he kicked her sharply in the ribs, causing her breath to desert her. Gasping much needed air, she tried to focus as he threaded another length of chain through her bound arms, yanking her into an almost seated position and securing her to the exposed metal-beam in his ceiling.
"That was not very nice. But then you're not a very nice girl, are you?"
"Why are you doing this? You'll never get away with it. I'll make you pay, I promise you that I will!"
Surprisingly, he didn't smack her again. He just ignored her. "Now, let's give those slayer muscles a little work-out." Without any further preamble, he brutally thrust the dull-end of the stake past her unopened cunt directly into her barely lubricated passage, bruising her flesh and causing her to scream. "Not as wet as I would have thought, you know- what with you being a big cum-slut and all. We'll have to fix that."
He learned further over her torso, grinning evilly. "I'm glad we decided to move you a little. Makes it a lot easier to reach those little titties of yours." Without stopping his fast thrusting of the stake, he latched onto one of her sore nipples, pulling it firmly between his teeth and running his wet tongue over it repeatedly. "That's more like it!"
Helplessly she gasped as her nipples hardened to fine peaks, her cunt lubricating as he continued his assault on her breasts, nuzzling, sucking, and lightly biting at her swollen flesh until she started to thrust back up against the motion of his hand between her legs. "You're such a good little whore! What a slut!" She flushed in humiliation, powerless to stop her body from responding.
"I think it's time to try something more advanced," he pulled the stake from her cunt with a loud slurping sound, her juices spilling out over his fingers. Her degradation was complete as she bucked her hips after it, begging for more contact with the object of her abuse. He was right. She really was a whore.
Licking the sweetness of her cunt from his hand, he smirked at her, dipping two fingers into her saturated folds, scooping more of the precious fluid from her defeated body and pressing it unceremoniously into her tightly closed rectum.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"
"That's terrific, Buffy! Scream for me, baby! At least there's one place you haven't let a demon defile you! I'm truly amazed. I would have thought for sure a fucking tramp like you would have taken it up the ass before."
She couldn't have attempted to speak if she wanted to; the fire in her ripped asshole left her completely stunned and incapable of thought. She could only scream again and again as he thrust more and more of his weapon into her resisting flesh. Finally, the pain seemed to level out and she gasped painfully. "Enough. Please," it was little more than a whisper, but she knew he had heard her from his angry expression.
"Enough!? I hardly think so! Was one victim enough for your disgusting lover? One hundred? One thousand?" He stepped away from her, leaving the stake embedded tightly in her ass as he took off his belt.
Crack! The leather from his belt pelted her so hard across her stomach, she thought for one blessed moment, she might pass out. But no such luck.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The blows fell rapidly, barely leaving time for her to register them. She tried to count them as they came, but she lost the ability to do simple math after the twentieth hit from the inch-wide leather.
"Well, Buffy? Was it enough?" Her eyes wouldn't focus and her mouth moved, but no sound came out. "No explanations or justifications for your vampire now? Maybe we're making some progress."
He unzipped his trousers and unveiled his cock from a standing position above her head. "This is what a real man has to offer you, Slayer." It was dark and hard, a foot long and at least three inches thick. She shuddered in fear and dismay as her body once again betrayed her. "Good little slut - like what you see, don't you?!" He stroked it up and down, rubbing the pre-cum from the weeping slit along its remarkable length. "Don't worry, tramp, you'll get it all, every inch. No more demon cock for you, honey. I promise that once you've had a taste of real human meat, you'll never want to fuck a vampire again."
He knelt between her tense thighs, stroking himself over her clit, making her shudder, even as he twisted the stake buried in her bowels. "Okay, slut - it's all yours." He thrust himself completely into her in one long stroke, her labia protesting as her cunt tore painfully from his rough intrusion. Blood splattered her stomach and thighs as he pulled out and thrust again back in ruthlessly.
She gasped in pained surprise. She didn't think anything could hurt as badly as this. It was almost beyond pain, and then it was beyond it. Unwanted pleasure such as she had never felt before thrust itself on her with every twist of his hips, every inch of her cunt grasping at her over-sized invader. "That's it, baby! Work with me now!"
Her body obeyed of its own accord, walls coating with her own lubrication, easing his way. She felt the tip of his cock begin to batter against her cervix with every other thrust as she fell easily into his rhythm. Shallow thrust, deep penetration. Shallow thrust, deep penetration. It went on and on until she couldn't think anymore, only feel the incredible tightness, the unbearable pleasure of being filled with such a monster prick.
Finally he increased his timing as he reached down and began to lightly strum her clit. No more than a few moments passed before she was impossibly bowed against her bondage, screaming out in silent ecstasy. Dimly she was aware of his seed pumping into her with purpose. She had never felt human seed inside of her before, always forcing her lover to wear a condom. It was hot and sticky and sickening as it filled her tiny womb to overflowing. She turned her head to the side and vomited up bile and partially digested cheeseburger onto the carpeting of his office as he pulled out and stood back over her head.
"So making it with a human makes you sick does it?!" He knelt by her head, stroking her head in a loving motion that was farcical under the circumstances. "Suck it clean, whore! We'll see what turns your stomach!"
She gagged and tried to move away as he forced his oversized organ down her already sore throat. The taste was not all that unpleasant, but she really didn't take the time to savor it as he brutally raped her mouth. Eventually he softened has he once again spilled his seed into her unwilling body.
Enough was enough! Buffy had been used and abused by someone she had trusted. It was time to take action. She bit down with every ounce of slayer strength she had left in her, roughly severing his cock from his body as blood sprayed upward in an arc, coating the walls and furniture surrounding them, covering her face in gore and cum. She hocked back and spat his useless member across the room to land on the desk she was chained to as she watched him writhe in exquisite agony.
For the next day and a half she laid there bound and helpless, Principal Robin Wood's dead body reaching out toward her in a last ditch effort to strangle her. She had plenty of time to contemplate his gargled attempt to curse her with his last breath. She thought of Giles and how ashamed he would be that she had killed a human, even someone as deserving as this. She was a murderer, no better than Spike.
Spike. She dreamed of her unholy love and the sweet bondage games that they used to play. She knew now that she loved him no matter what, evil or not. She also knew he would never understand or forgive her the pleasure she had found in her rapist's arms.
When Willow and Xander found her she was coherent and surprisingly together considering all she had been through. A short trip to the hospital and she was back at Casa de Summers, with extra perks. They didn't make her fight for bathroom privileges for a while. The potentials walked on eggshells around her, unsure how to approach her, while her friends attempted to give her some space. She assumed Giles was off to pick up another would-be slayer from some godforsaken part of the world. She didn't have the courage to ask if he had been too ashamed of her to stick around.
Thus it wasn't until several days later when she asked about his return that she was dealt the most damning blow of all.
"Buffy, didn't Spike tell you?" Willow seemed very anxious and her eyes kept darting toward Dawn.
"Tell me what?" It was the first time his name had been mentioned since that horrible night.
"There's no easy way to say this, Buffy, Giles is dead." She could feel her heart closing off, her breathing shutting down as she waited for the inevitable. "He was killed by a bringer in England. Ethan Rayne was working for the First by impersonating him all this time. Spike was going to take care of Ethan and then go after the next slayer-in-training so that he could bring her in safely. Didn't he find you?"
"He found me." She shut out her friend completely, refusing even to respond to Dawn when she shook her and slapped her to try to bring her around.
Not knowing what was wrong, they still tried to keep a close watch on her, worried about her mental health. She was sly and resourceful, though. By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late. Her blood had already flowed down the drain in the bathtub, crusted over the wounds in her wrists that would never scab over. She had outwitted them all. It wasn't even very hard. She was the slayer, after all.
THE END