Disclaimer: This story contains rape and despite Buffy "liking it", does not mean that's reality. Got it? Alright, good. Also, you will notice a few asterisks in this series (in all my series usually) these will be explained at the bottom of the page.
"I'm going to make you feel it", he said, leaning over her, weight pressing into her until she was flat against the floor. "OW!" she screamed, her head knocking against the edge of the bathtub on her way down. "Spike," she pleaded, "I'm hurt." But he did not stop. " Just let yourself love me," he instructed her, somehow begging and ordering her at the same time. They writhed on the floor until she kicked him in the balls.
He howls and turns over to his side, his mind screaming against the pain of his soon to be swollen testicles. He feels her rise, and reaches out, grabbing her arm on her way up and dragging her back down to the tile floor.
Suddenly he was on top of her. She had no more strength to fight. She had kicked him, and he was still on top of her, her vision slightly blurred. "I'm going to make you feel it," he reiterated.
With his left hand, he gently pulled at the robe's belt; it slid almost slickly from it's knot, and suddenly a crescent of her body could be seen. A nipple poked out, swollen against the cool air and the sliding of the robe, her body's response to the man who made her feel like a big nasty ho that needed to get fucked NOW despite what her mind seemed to tell her. Spike flung aside the edges of the robe to reveal her tanned belly and breasts, her trimmed cunt. His hand reached between her thighs and into her moist fur, his index and middle fingers pulling apart her lips, then sliding across the wet entrance to her pussy.
Looking her in the eyes, he played with her cunt, sliding his fingers into her and fucking her gently with them, in juxtaposition to his violent aim. "Spike," she whispered, as his thumb rode against the side of her clit. He was hurt, but not hurt enough to prevent him from fucking her, he knew. He quickly took his fingers out of her pussy, and, after licking them, swiftly undid his jeans and roughly pulled them down around his ass.
His erection popped out, large and wide, pulling against the reddened skin that his considerable ballsac hung from, vulnerable to any sudden attacks Buffy might deliver. He felt her leg raise slightly, and quickly spread them generously to each side. He looked her in the eyes, seeing and denying her helpless expression as he guided his cock into the entrance of her pussy. She moaned, opening her mouth in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He bent his head down and kissed her then, not gently, as his penis slowly entered her, but roughly so that she could not retaliate and beat his skull with her own. His tongue drove deep into her mouth, tasting everything, twirling, licking, biting, sucking on the woman's mouth like she was a chalice full of fresh, fear-chemical spiked blood.
His cock began to drive into her with deeper, frequent strokes. "Spike," Buffy begged, "please, please stop. I'm hurt..oh, god, Spike?" As he pumped into her at an increasing speed, he simply looked into her eyes and said, "This is love. Let yourself feel it." He fucked her faster and faster, balls slapping against her ass, until he came violently inside of her. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her,holding her and rolling them, Buffy wincing in pain, onto thier sides so that they were facing each other. His unnecessary breathing slowed. Then he reached into his pocked and pulled out the slim pair of chains he'd had made for just such an occasion, which he'd known would come sooner or later.