Auth's note: Like always, I got a review saying that I must hate b/s shippers and want to make a 'mockery' of their trade in fic. This is just not true. I may not be a B/Ser, but when I write B/S fics and there's romance, it's because it turns me on. Some of us like rape fantasies, simple as that - the operative word being FANTASY. There's also a humour element to it for me, because I wrote it that way. I know I always mention this, but I just thought I'd run thru it again...
Auth's note 2: I wrote this after someone wrote another ' oh you must hate spuffy writers to write this' and I wrote it because I thought it was fun. I'm not a Spuffy, tho I do think they're very sexually hot together, and that Spike's love is cute. He should spend it on Dru or Faith...I wrote this on a hot August night, and then edited it for content the next day. There was far too little filth. It's still a little raw, but I'm generally pleased with how it's turned out. Now enough babbling and onto the filth!
Buffy and Spike stared at the website, wide eyed in shock.
"So," Buffy said, careful to avert her eyes from the ensouled blonde ex-hunter at her side, "um, so, she's the new big bad."
Spike sneered, it was a sound of anger more than humour. How DARE anyone see his Slayer nude BUT HIM. How DARE anyone watch them making love, shagging, snogging fucking like wild killers. The thought of some unknown but scripturally adept pervert recording it all, printing horrible falacies (it's not like he could actually do those things anymore - unless they were to Buffy) of their relationship made him murderously - hard.
"Yup."
"And this, 'Coolestchick8000' skank, she's the worst one," Buffy's voice took on confidence after the long silence and shock that had ensconced them as they searched through the annals of several occult web sites. They had finally come upon this 'fan fiction' which she'd heard of. Apparently her fans wanted to see her spread and raped by trolls and impregnated by eel monsters. As the shock wore off, and her anger amplified, the war-borne arrogant edge in her voice started to return.
"Well, she sure cashed out on all the fifty cent words she's heard of in her short life. Probably not even a her, probably some fourty five year old guy named Bob out in western Oregon who lives in his mother's basement, like some subterranean plague on the netgoing population, just lying there breeding like some photosensitive disease festering in the - "
Buffy gasped as the mouse actually broke in her hand, the plastic splintering and crinkling. A small trail of blood poured from her right palm.
"Luv, don't let 'em upset you. They can't hurt us in real life. These freaks, they're just - just a few peeping toms. I'll kill 'em myself now that I don't have this soddin' chip in my head."
"Spike," Buffy snapped as her wound irritated her, " I don't need to be fucking protected, ok. I'm the Slayer, I don't even need YOU. In fact - in fact I don't know what the fuck I'm saying, I just - I just, this is too fucked. I need some time apart."
Spike's eyes took on an icy glare as he stared at his blonde Goddess. Perhaps he could take his cue from those stories and show Buffy whom she belonged to for eternity. His Slayer already gave herself in submission to him every night, wanting the release from nightly and daily forced dominance that no one else could give her. Perhaps it was time to step up to the next level.
The next thing Buffy felt was her head hitting the mahogany table in the Summers dining room. Spike was ontop of her in an instant. Buffy felt horribly vulnerable, fighting not just her own desire for a man she knew would never be a man, no matter what spirit lay in him, but his crushing strength with which he overpowered her easily - now that he'd been able to regain his hunting instincts.
"Ugh", Buffy grunted as she struggled beneath Spike, trying to get out from under him.
But Spike would have none of that. Instead, he laughed evilly - for it turns out that having the memories of a torturer and murderer fucks you up somewhat even if you have a soul - and flipped her onto her stomach . He would love to see the reactions on her beautiful face. But at the moment, he just wanted as little of a struggle as possible.
Within a moment the tight, form-fitting jeans that exposed her cute pert ass to far too many passersby for Spike's liking were around her ankles, accompanied by her black cotton underwear. The vampire slapped his Slayer's pretty ass as the punishment they so often agreed she should pay during games.
"Spike, please," Buffy's voice whimpered from beneath him, "please don't do this to me. I really love you, but I don't think it's fair for me to get raped all the time."
Was she talking about their games, or the twisted minds of her filthy fans? And more importantly, who cares?
Spike was far too hard to be listening to any of this and said,
"I know, love. But it always makes you cum harder then anything. My sweet bitch, you still haven't understood the secret submission of Slayers. But you will. You are mine, Buffy. Forever."
He plunged his massive shaft into her tigh passage at once, causing them both to go still in shock and helpless desire as his cold dick filled her, stretched her until she was whole again, impaled on his cock. When Spike felt that Buffy's heated passage had adjusted to him somewhat, he rode her with a slow, deep roughness that made the pair resemble coupling snakes. His cold hand reach forward and grabbed her throbbing clit; as Buffy's treacherous body rode into it and she moaned in pleasure, she silently cried against the onslaught, no knowing whether her tears were of frustration or ecstacy.
Spike could sense Buffy was close to orgasm, and increased his driving pace to bring them both into the world of night's bliss.
By now, Buffy was thrusting backwards to meet her lover's thrusts, and her ingrained disposition towards taking charge caused her to cry out, "Harder, bitch."
Spike stopped immediately, and for a moment, oblivious of what she had just said, Buffy continued to thrust herself onto his cock, trying desperately to reach fullness and subsequent orgasm.
The next thing Buffy felt was a sharp stinging slap across her cute, tight ass, and realized in an instant of shock and pain what she had said to receive this punishment.
"Spike?", Buffy whispered, wondering how or what she could say to have that delicious feeling of his member inside her once again.
Spike quietly pulled himself out of the Buffy's eagerly welcoming passage, and sat back calmly into the plush velour chaise at the head of the dining room table. If Joyce knew what he was doing with her chair, she would send him to his death. Again.
But now the cockey, cockney, cock-sure vampire sat back on the chair, stroking his erection still wet with Buffy's juices and doing his best to look truly angry. It didn't work, and a smug amusement shone in his ice-blue eyes. They were quite the picture, him holding his shaft and trying to temper his amusement and lust, and Buffy spread across the dining room table with her sweet cunt and ass on display for his appraising gaze. Spike's irrepressable smile slowly disappeared. Perhaps he should beat her for making him wait to cum inside of her. But she needed to learn her place. His. His fuck, his pet, his lover, his bitch. His.
Buffy tried to turn around, but the vampire's piercing voice stopped her.
"No", Spike said, causing Buffy to freeze in humiliation and some fear.
All she'd wanted was an orgasm; instead she was being ordered around like a dog so that her vampire lover could enjoy her splayed out for his pleasure.
"Pleasure yourself."
"What?!", Buffy gasped.
She was far from prudish or inexperienced, but she had never masturbated - in front of him - like - like she was a stripper or something.
Spike impatiently reached over and pulled the crumpled mouse carelessly out it's jack. With the metal end of the mouse cord, he whipped Buffy's soft, inviting ass several times. He would leave no cuts or permanent marks, but the effect was - interesting.
When he finished and again ordered Buffy to masturbate in front of him, she lost whatever inhibitions she had and slid her hand below her stomach, down to her still-dripping cunney. Her other soon joined her, and they put on quite a show, spreading, taunting, pleasing herself. Buffy wanted desperately to come, but she knew that Spike would punish her if she did. So instead, she punished him. She knew that the effect she was having on herself was doubled by the effect it had on the vampire watching her show. She loved the power of it, feeling his eyes drawn to her honeyed skin and pink flesh, and the way they were powerless to look away. Powerless as she was in his arms.
Becoming more brazen, Buffy slid two fingers into her hot, wet pussy and thrust for a while, pleasuring herself and driving Spike mad with lust. Then, saucily, she stopped writhing, stopped all movement but that of slowly, teasingly taking her fingers out of her heated depths. Buffy then raised them to her breasts and turned around, careful not to leave her submissive pose and resting on her elbows, spread out as before, but on her back now. Her breasts jutted out invitingly. The Slayer was mildly shocked by the emotion she saw in Spike's gaze. It was the look of a man who was ready to fuck the the last woman on earth. Like a beast.
Buffy took her two wet fingers and trailed them around her left nipple, swirling and glazing it iwth her own juices. Then, acting suddenly as if she had no interest in the man with a chiseled body, massive erect penis and razor cheekbones watching her, Buffy leaned forward to her own nipple and darted her tongue out, licking it quickly. She'd tasted her own pussy before in Spike's kisses, but never like this. The skankiness of it all was an added thrill for her. The Slayer sucked her nipple into her mouth and tugged on it, shutting her eyes and concentrating on the sensation. A new delight reached Buffy, and she soon began to moan in pleasure, giving herself even more ecstasy from the vibration of her moans. She'd have to try this the next time Spike left town.
The Slayer would have continued pleasing herself in oblivion of her surroundings had the low, but sharp growl of her lover not awakened her to the present reality. Which was in no way a disappointment. Buffy looked into Spike's eyes and giggled like a cheap porn actress, or a high class courtesan playing a virgin. He made her beg far too often.
"I got carried away," she offered truthfully.
Not taking her eyes off his, Buffy slowly brought her still-drenched fingers to her lips, kissing them and putting them in her mouth. She sucked the flavour of her tart pussy from them and, as she slid them out of her mouth, Buffy winked at the demon/soul watching her; her fingers slid out with a popping sound against her suction.
Her tactic worked. The next thing she knew, Spike was upon her, pounding her into the table with animalist ferocity. Spike thrust inside of her, knowing that he must be hurting her slightly, but knowing also that she was primed for the pleasure his cock could give her. He morphed into a vampiric face and kissed her then, possessively, cutting her mouth with twin points and unconcerned about anything but feeling her fluttering cunt around him. "Mine."
It was the only word spoken as they fucked with a wildness known only to creatures of nature or night.
Outside, a lonely Anya looked through the window, heartbroken, watching the pair. Spike rode Buffy like a beast, nuzzling and drinking from her neck, tweaking her nipples, and forcing her toward orgasm until finally they both soared higher and higher, reaching a pinnacle of mutual satisfaction.*
As they groaned out their satisfaction, Anya turned around and told the knowing and annoyed S.I.T.s that they should go for ice cream...
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After that Spike went out, hunted down and killed Coolestchick8000. Luckily, the culprit of those awful stories WAS an adult geek living ins western Oregon in his mother's basement. It hadn't been too much of a drive out.
After feeding on Bob's family, Spike decided to surf the net for the remaining daylight hours before he headed back. That's when he found "Spike'slay". He smiled to himself and made a copy to read to Buffy. She would be horribly humiliated, and then he could rape her. Ah, that would be fun for them both - her cumming against her will, him cumming and claiming her, them fucking like bunnies consensually - it was all good!
Before turning off the computer to snack on Bob's heart, he noticed that the site where he'd found all these goodies, "Adult Fanfiction Net" was running low on stories.
And that's when he wrote up his own version of raping Buffy, thereby slightly picking up the pace of a summer where most people were on vacation.
The End?