He'd had the chains made for restraining Buffy. He and Drusilla had enjoyed many games like these; Spike had tried to get Harmony interested in bondage, but it had never caught her fancy. Only unicorns, frills and the sound of her own voice could catch that stupid bint's fancy, he mused absentminded as he pulled the key off the cheap metal ring that hung around one of the cuffs. The vampire preferred their relationship to be consensual, but he was not adverse to taking her by force. He was a soulless demon, capable of love perhaps, but selfish love only. He knew that, and he was alright with it.
The chains were quite slim; the average steroid enhanced jock would expect to be able to snap them in his hand. But these chains were not what they appeared to be. Made of a metal stronger than bauxite and harvested only in Pylea, most nonhuman S&M swingers used them because they were small and soft enough to allow for rough play without damaging the skin, while being strong enough to restrain most powerful beings. He had chosen them so that if she decided to play this game, she would have to trust him without her defenses. He had also chosen them because their size allowed a subject to be flipped and fucked five postions from easter Sunday, which larger chains didn't allow for. Now they would be used to teach her and make her his bitch, just as she'd made him hers.
He pulled her, wincing, into his arms again and lifted her hand, sliding one of the slim manacles onto her left wrist. The click from it's fastening was barely audible. He continued until her wrists were chained to each other, and each leg bore a small ankle cuff attached to a delicate chain that trailed off to another unfasted cuff. A delicate chain hung from her neck and slid between the valley of her breasts. Now he had to hide her.
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Buffy awoke chained to a wall, not knowing how she'd gotten there. It took her a moment to realize who had taken her there. "Spike", Buffy called out into the empty crypt bedroom. There was no answer, and she began to feel fear. Out of the corner of her eye, she sensed a shadow moving. "Spike?", she called out again, beginning to notice a soft rustling. Suddenly a metal tray shot out and landed a few feet away from her. At least it didn't contain any torture implements, she thought, thanking whatever god existed in this dimension that the table seemed to be laid with harmless objects; cream and a mirror, several dildos - one who's model she'd actually used herself -and she hoped the clasps on that chain weren't nipple clamps. Her gaze was quickly diverted to the shadows.
Spike slowly emerged from the darkness, a blank expression on his face. In the dim light, he stared at her naked body, breasts made perky by her arms' positioned tied above her head. Her leg chains had been tied to hooks in the floor. Couldn't have those pesky slayer reactions getting in the way of their fun, he thought wryly.
"I swear," Buffy said, trying not to grate her teeth as she gave the bastard in front of her an ultimatum, then turning her voice sugary sweet for added effect ,"let me go now, and I won't finish the tenderizing process I started on your *prairie oysters*".Spike laughed. He knew what prairie oysters were, he just hadn't know that she knew what they were. She was trying to hold it in, he could tell. She was enraged and terrified at the same time.
"Are you fucking stupid," she continued angrily, "my friends will find you. And then they'll kill you. And then I won't have anyone to fuck when I'm on my break at the Doublemeat Palace," she said, smiling coyly. She hoped he would find the humour in her slight, but he didn't. He was tired of finding the humour. Of being on the backburner. Mostly he was tired of her denying what they both knew about her heart and who owned it. That and the constant hardons she would give him before skipping off unless it suited her to sit on ol' Spike's loveseat and get poked with the joystick.
"I'm scaaarred,", Spike's drawl came out evenly and slowly, as the hair-raising smile in his eyes threatened to spread to his mouth. "The question isn't, how long will it take before bitch boy finds me, luv." Spike said, referring to Xander. "It's, 'how long have I been unconscious?' "
He'd become a new man when he had found out in Willie's bar that one of the doctors who had worked with the Initiative's 'hostiles', as they so conveniently called them to ...de-de-humanize them, had been turned by the lover of a vampire who had been implanted. The neutered vampire had been fed by his lover until she had left him one day to hunt. Thinking he had been holding out on them for cash, a gang of thugs had stabbed him in the heart. The lovelorn vampire had hunted members of the Initiative, killing many, but turning one. He was kept in a cage. If he did what he was told, he got kittens to eat. If Dr. Spago disobeyed his mistress, he would have to play her game, 'ultraviolet laser peek-a-boo". Now all Spike owed was a million pounds, which he didn't know how he would earn in one month. Allegiance to Katia in the event of an apocalypse or clan war was also part of his end of the bargain. But he wasn't worried about that at the moment.
"Fucking untie me, you FUCKING COWARD!", Buffy screamed. It had intended to be threatening but had come out more like a shriek. Would he hurt her, she wondered. Perhaps she could persuede him to untie her if she asked nicely. After the rape, she didn't know what to expect, she simply hoped that he still loved her. It was all she could play in order to get out of this alive.
"Spikey," she began softly and coquettishly, facially posing like Katie Holmes on Dawson's Creek, "Spike, why were you hiding there in the shadows? You're supposed to love me, and you left me out here in the cold, do you even wonder what would happen to me if some human male got here and decided have his way with me you FUCKING COCKSUCKING ASSFUCK!!" Buffy raged, unable to play little miss nice for more than an instant. She felt herself shaking with rage.
Spike swooped forward so that he was face to face with his bitch in chains. He cupped her chin in the palm of his hand, and, using his thumb , pushed her chin upwards harshly until she was looking up into his eyes. "People with glass mouths shouldn't throw stones", he said quietly. Then he kissed her, a tender kiss unlike the one before when he had raped her in her bathroom. His tongue lightly grazed her lip, before his teeth tugged on it and sucked it into his mouth. His tongue slid against hers, lapping at it, massaging it, until somehow Buffy responded. Her tongue swirled, mimicking his own, before she tried to lower her head slightly so she could pay better attention to his mouth. Unfortunately, his vice grip prevented her from doing so, and the pressure of it brought her back to reality in an instant. She froze at the realization of what she was doing. It was minute, her slayer instincts honed it down to a split second before she continued kissing Spike, eyes open this time, as if nothing had happened.
Buffy felt him freeze just as quickly as she had, before continuing his slow seduction of her tongue. Was he was playing with her? Her heartbeat skipped when he'd paused, and she said a quick prayer when he resumed. She wondered how long she would have to play along before she could get him to release her so she could stake him.
He kissed trails across from her lips to her cheek before whispering softly into her ear, "Relax. You don't have to pretend you like it. I'm not going to kill you , I just wanted to fuck you silly without putting up with your bullshit." He felt her shiver as she became aware that he was aware of her plan to feign acquiescence.
With that, his hand lowered to her breast and grasped at her nipple, twisting it until she cried out in pain. Her pain was like a song to him, a reminder of what it was to be alive. Spike laughed quietly and twisted it harder. As Buffy resolved not to yelp again, Spike, without removing his other hand from it's vice grip of Buffy's face, leaned in towards her nipple to get a closer look. His vampire sight already formidable, a closeup offered an intricate show of the workings of her blood vessels as they strained to cope with the pressue his thumb and forefinger placed on them. They made a beautiful purple, he mused.
"OW!" Buffy could no longer take his abuse of her nipple in silence. Tears formed once more in her eyes as she looked at her fair captor, knowing that for the time being, she was completely at his mercy.
Her pleas and pain aroused him as much as her own arousal could, and he was beginning to enjoy the power dynamics of thier situation. For so long he had been her bitch. he had been everyone's bitch, forced to bear the brunt of the human population's anger and violence. That should have been their job.Suddenly Buffy felt her legs give way beneath her as the chain encircling her throat was jerked roughly, sending her to her knees in surprise. "Why don't we find another use for your luscious mouth?", he said.
Buffy was disgusted, but what could she do? His jeans were undone in a moment and the weeping tip of his penis was brushing across her lips. She refused to move, determined not to give her former sex toy pleasure. "Come on, luv, I've been dying to see if I made a mistake giving Dru up for you... she always got me to cum in about a minute and a half. Must be a vampire thing. You humans, you taste good and you're not bad to shag, but I can -" Spike trailed off as he felt a short lash of Buffy's tongue along the underside of his erection. Suddenly, lips were encircling the head of his cock. tongue swirling around it before pulling it into a warm mouth.
Spike looked up at the tomb's crypt and moaned in passion as he braced himself for the sweet onslaught of his love's mouth. Within a moment, she was deep throating him; he could feel her welcoming heat sliding up the length of his shaft, the head of his penis slipping past her relaxed throat muscles. Buffy's tongue snuck out past the confines of her mouth and lapped against the blonde vampire's ballsac.
Immediately Buffy felt Spike's hand pull her head closer, despite the deep throating technique she had learned from trial and error with Angel on the many nights they had found other, soulkeeping ways of expressing their mutual love. She felt ashamed to be using it on a soulless vampire. Not only a soulless vampire, a soulless vampire who had her chained and on her knees sucking him off for fear of her life. More than that. A soulless vampire she had more than once given herself to willingly.
And now he was above her, holding her head tightly to increase the pleasure she was giving him. Could vampires die from bloodloss? They could. She remembered when the hellmouth had opened that first time, Angel had drained a vampire of blood and gotten a dirt-in-your-mouth aftertaste. With this much of his dick in her mouth, Buffy thought, it would be the perfect place to ... chew the fat, so to speak. It would be a shame to get rid of such a lovely cock, but she simply couldn't let Spike do this to her, it was more than her pride could bear. She took a slow deep breath through the space between her nostril openings inside her mouth and her lover's cock and then -
"I wouldn't want to have to pull your pearly teeth out, luv. Gives a girl's face that sunken in look, I know from experience", Spike's voice resonated in her ears . How the fuck had he known, she wondered? Then it occured to her, of course... her fucking breathing had stopped before she'd been able to get her teeth at a good angle. A slow blush of humiliation and defeat flushed her cheeks as she continued deep throating the man - he wasn't even a man - that she hated almost as much as her empty daily existence.
As she was busy sucking cock and hating it's owner, however, a spreading heat began to work it's way through her crotch. She was too ashamed to mentally voice it, but it was just that - shame. The submissive position she was in, the vulnerability to the man above her, and perhaps just a little of the rich smell and taste of her lover's sex was making her wish her leg chains allowed enough slack for her to rub her thighs together.
She wasn't the only one who noticed. Buffy's arousal teased Spike's nostrils, making him harder still, and he held her with a tightness that made her choke. Realizing her air supply had been cut off, he mused on how fickle human life was and withdrew himself from her mouth, a wet popping from the suction reverberating in the air as his dick sprang free of it's missed prison.
"Well, you certainly are a decent bitch, luv," Spike said jovially. " I take back what I said about human sluts not knowing how to suck cock." At that Buffy felt herself fill with a jolt of power that could only be described as plasmic fire. Relying on her toes for leverage and balance, she raised herself from her spread kneeling position and spat in her tormentor's face.
Spike looked at the chained woman with a mixture of pride and anger. That was Buffy, he thought. Can't believe she just spat on me. When he had loved Drusilla, what he had found so amazing about her was her will to survive; even after Angelus had beaten her down, she had refused to wilt entirely, building her own power back up and becoming a strong, if insane Goddess. Buffy was like that. Too bad she would have to pay for it, he wasn't in the mood to play games.
Spike's hand went to Buffy's breast and toyed with one of her nipples, bringing a slow moan from Buffy's lips as he increased pressure, giving her the full range of the sensation. It quickly became too much for her, however, as his gentle homage became a painful twisting. "Clean me," Spike said calmly.
"Never, " Buffy shot back, " you live in this fucking nasty ass crypt and you expect me to touch you, demon!" Buffy's tirade caught in her throat as she felt a thousand nerve endings cry out against the onslaught of Spike's fingers.
"We can do this the hard way... or the really hard way. I'm good for either, luv," Spike said, leaning in close to her. Thanking that unnamed dimensional god that she had never taken to spitting from the throat like Kate Winslet's character in "Titanic", she stretched forward and her tongue quickly began to lap up her own saliva from her captor's face. Her face coloured at the shame of it, and Spike felt a small breath of relief emit from his slave as he released her nipple from his torturous grasp. "Humans and their gasping and breathing", he muttered under his breath before catching her tongue with his human teeth, lightly nipping it and taking her mouth in a possessive kiss once more.
"Mmm...", Spike groaned low into Buffy's mouth. Having her around and fucking her was so much fun, although he was getting a little tired of having to do all the work. He pulled away and looked into his captive's passion filled eyes. Perhaps she was ready to accept her fate as his? "Luv, if I let you go, do you promise to be a good girl?"
Buffy stared at him for a moment. Slowly, a tear began to form in the corner of her eye, and a sad look came over her face that Spike had not seen in her eyes ever before. "I can't," Buffy said, pain in her voice.
She looked at him for a moment, as long as she could, before turning her head and letting her eyes rove about her surroundings. Spike didn't fully understand, but he suspected he knew what she was trying to say - or not to say. The look was new coming from Buffy, but he'd seen it before on others. He knew she was ashamed of her feelings for him, ashamed of the way she sought him out night after night, hiding their love from her friends. But it was more than that. She was ashamed of enjoying sex.
He knew this because he had seen it before, countless times in women over the decades. When it came down to it, *Drusilla had been his main woman*, but they had had their little affairs and one night stands over the years. He had grown to know that look in a woman's eyes that told him she needed it rough to feel comfortable. Usually it was because they had been abused, sometimes just told it was sinful, but they came hardest when they were fucking him knowing he was an 'other', a vampire, or when they were tied down sometimes, not having to participate in their own 'sinful' pleasure.
"You like it here", Spike said, referring to Buffy's chains. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then pursed her lips looked elsewhere, a nervous giggle stifled in her throat as she raised her eyebrows and tried to distance herself from her own personal responsibility for her pleasure. Then she took a deep breath and said, "sometimes."
Spike gave her a wan smile and cupped her chin, forcing her to stare at him. What would he do with her, he wondered. What would become of them? Then suddenly, a primal vampyric instinct rose within him and reminded him of why he was standing around in the comfort of his own crypt with the slayer all tied up and dripping wet between her thighs. He could worry about Buffy's feelings and where they were headed another night. He had already raped her, and he doubted he could do anything to make up for that or ever be the man she desired. Instead, he would settle for being the man she submitted to and reached over to the metal tray and took a large, purple dildo in hand.
The dildo lifted to her mouth, and Buffy wordlessly spread her lips open to receive it, sucking it into her mouth and paying it the same attention she had to Spike's dick moments before. Kinky fuck, she thought to herself as she looked into Spike's piercing eyes. She hadn't know he would get off on watching chicks with toys. That had always been one of Riley's kinks; so many nights they had gone home together and she had rarely gotten fucked by him. She had never told anyone, but she had been greatful for the poltergeist that had kept them in full body contact for a whole night, rather than her bent over a bed touching herself with that hateful footlong crystal dildo Riley had bought her buried in her cunt for twenty minutes until he'd jerked himself off onto her ass.
She was surprised when Spike pulled the violet phallus gently out of her mouth, letting it slide slowly and slickly down the valley between her breasts and her belly. When he reached the soft patch of curls between her thighs, he looked into Buffy's eyes with a smugness that would have sent her into a rage if her pussy wasn't begging for something to fill it that moment. Spike gently slid the dildo into the apex between Buffy's thighs as she spread her legs as much as her chains would allow for.
Her eyes shut in heated anticipation of the dildo as she felt it slide along her clit towards the entrance of her cunt, only to travel past it. Buffy's eyes opened wide as the dildo slowly twisted against her anus, and she gasped at the sensation before speech returned.
" Ok, Spike, please no, not there. It's too big", Buffy pleaded, the word 'big' dying on her lips as the dildo slipped past the tight ring of muscle that was the only defense her ass had against foreign objects inserting themselves into it. Buffy grappled with the sensation as her breathing became a shallow panting. Spike hadn't really hurt her... at least not physically...yet. She was caught between fear of whether he would be gentle inside her tightest passage, and the pleasure sweeping her body from the dildo slowly and sensuously sliding into her ass. It had been so long since she'd felt something there.
She remembered the nights she and Angel had had anal sex, knowing that the puritanical gypsy who'd cursed Angel had unwittingly given the vampire something more precious than gold when he had customized the hexing to focus on vaginal penetration between two people in love. She had never considered that anal sex could be as good as, and sometimes even better than doing it 'vanilla'.
Riley had refused to "indulge" her, as he'd put it. He had actually stood there with a straight face and told her that "not only is it dirty, it's sinful. I'm a God-fearing man, Buffy, and the Lord did not intend for people to indulge themselves in such a manner. I accept that you have been confused in the past, taking comfort from an ensouled vampire when you were new to your slayer responsibilities. But this is behind us now. I want it to be just the two of us, doing it right. Isn't that sexy?" Riley had held her face in his hands, looking soulfully into her eyes. She had felt disgusted with herself then, and she had hidden her feelings and greatfully smiled up at him before she kissed him.
After they had made love, Riley had reached over to the night table and pulled out a tube of Cherry Delight M.A.C. lipstick and told her that she would make him love her even more if she would let him "explore your body" with it. Apparently kinks weren't sinful when Riley enjoyed them.
Buffy had kept seeing Riley, though. Yes, she had loved him, despite disagreeing with his ideas and politics. But it was more than that. She had bent over that night and inserted the tube of Cherry Delight (and later nights, that HATEFUL foot-long crystal dildo), because she had enjoyed the control dynamics of the situation. She had enjoyed the humiliation, the nastiness of lying there, spread over a bed with a tube of Cherry Delight M.A.C. lipstick, which he would give to her to keep "as a gift" the morning after, up her cunt while her boyfriend stood against a wall, dick in hand. He had maintained that, stupid, chauvinistic smile on his face the whole time.
Buffy relished the feeling of the purple dildo, now fully buried in her asshole. She and Spike looked into each others' eyes as he slowly twisted it inside of her, pulling an inch of it's lengh out of her ass before firmly pushing it back in to the hilt. Buffy decided to let herself go with it. She was worried that after so long, she wouldn't be able to handle a dildo that large right away, but her anus seemed to have other ideas.
"Oooh", Buffy moaned lightly, eyes closed, as she felt her hips rotate against the dildo's pressure almost of their own volition. It had been so long since... "Angel..." Buffy 's voice trailed off as she lost herself in the sensations, not noticing that Spike's manipulation of the dildo had stopped.
"Angel gave it to you, didn't he , luv", Spike said wryly as Buffy's eyes opened suddenly. "Was hoping there might be something left for me." Spike stared at Buffy for a hushed moment, face expressionless. Then he resumed fucking Buffy with the dildo as he casually asked, "Is it your first time in chains?"
Buffy coloured at the question. She was backed into a corner facing indignation, fear and a fiery lust. "Yes," she replied simply, hoping the truth in the statement would satisfy him.
A smile tugged at the corner of Spike's mouth, and the jealousy he felt slowly began to fade. He was glad to be her first at something. When the woman you love is a slayer who's been fucked up the ass by a vampire before you get the chance and she's only twenty one, you're just glad to have something she's virgin to, Spike thought to himself before saying, " It's not my first time having a woman in chains."
Buffy felt a strange emotion welling up within her as she wondered why Spike had bothered to tell her that. Did he think that having a woman in chains getting fondled by her rapist was grounds for share and care time? Why would he go out of his way to tell her that without being asked? What did that say about her, being chained to a wall by a man who'd had another member of the Scourge of Europe licked down and locked up, probably in these very chains she was in now?
She had little time to contemplate those thoughts, for Spike had increased the pace of the dildo frigging her ass. Her breathing increased as it slid in and out, before Spike suddenly pulled the phallic-shaped plastic out of her and tossed it aside. She should be ready for him now, Spike thought, before wondering why he'd bothered. When he'd called her "Slutty the vampire slayer", he obviously hadn't been far off the mark. She had more experience than he liked the idea of, and her ass had taken that dildo with almost no foreplay.
Spike took hold of the chain nestled in the valley between Buffy's breasts and yanked it roughly, bringing her to her knees once more. Buffy hissed in pain from the contact between the crypt floor and her now bruised knees, as Spike wondered how he would slide between her and the wall for a shag. A thought occured to him. Spike did not relinquish his grasp on her neck chain when he turned to the metal tray and reached for a foot long glass dildo. Then he pulled on Buffy's neckchain again, causing her to choke slightly as she scrambled to push herself onto her feet.
When Buffy laid eyes on the foot long crystal dildo in Spike's hand, all arousal fled from her body. "A foot-long crystal dildo? How original", Buffy said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Actually," Spike replied, "it's glass, handblown. Now be a good little slayer and lick it."
When Spike brought the second dildo to her mouth, Buffy turned her head away from it, saying "I refuse to put another one of those things into my mouth". She was referring not to the dildo, but it's material and size. The foot long crystal dildo had been a basic staple of her relationship with Riley ever since he'd seen his favourite porn star, *Jenna Jameson, use it in a lesbian spread in "Club" magazine*. Sometimes he had accidentally called her Jenna while they were using it.
"Luv, this thing is fragile. Wouldn't want to put it inside of you without the proper lubrication.", Spike chided before relenting, "If your kinks swing that way though, you've been so good that I suppose I'll oblige you." Before he could finish his sentence and resign himself to an evening of serious torture of his lover, Buffy's lips were wrapped smooth glass. If he were human, Spike would have breathed a sigh of relief; he had never enjoyed hurting Drusilla beyond a certain point, but the pleasure she received from it, and her vampyrically enhanced ability to heal had convinced him to go along with it.
Buffy swirled her tongue around the glass phallus, making sure to give it extra 'lubrication' before Spike pulled it from her mouth, a strand of saliva clinging to it as they separated. He slid the dildo between her legs as he had the other, but drove it into her cunt this time. It's sensation was exquisite, she thought to herself as the dildo filled her, nothing like the experiences she had had with Riley.
Then Spike reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring of keys he had separated from the chains earlier, and reached upward to unlock one of Buffy's wrist chains from it's wall attachment.
Spike kept a firm grip on the chain holding her arm, wrapping around his palm several times to ensure the least amount of slack before he reached for the other manacle. As the chains fastening Buffy to the wall were taken down, no words were spoken. Buffy did not try to fight back, she had a fragile glass dildo buried deep within her pussy. Any quick movement or subconscious tensing would result in too much horror for her to think about at the moment. So she was silent as Spike led her by her wrapped arm chains to the king sized bed in a still dimmer corner of the crypt basement.
"Get on easy now, luv", Spike said to Buffy, and she she gingerly climbed onto the bed, putting one arm on it for balance as she lifted herself into a kneeling position.
There she waited. Waited for Spike to take her chains and fasten them again, to the bedposts this time, until she was on her hands and knees on the matress. Her hands were tied too far ahead of her, with little slack allowing her to move, so that her face was almost pressed into the silk duvet. Then Buffy felt the fragile glass dildo gently being tugged at, and she couldn't help shivering in pleasure at the sensation.
Spike slowly pulled the dildo out of her and set it by the bedstand, before quickly stripping out of his own clothes. Once nude, he took his penis in hand and positioned it at the entrance of Buffy's rosebud before slowly easing himself into her tight asshole. For a moment, Buffy felt apprehensive. Despite the foreplay her ass had gotten earlier, Spike was not an average man. He wasn't even a man, she reminded herself bitterly.
When he was inside of her, Spike began a slow, shallow rhythm.
"...harder...", Buffy whispered after a few minutes, so softly that for a moment Spike thought he had mistaken his own longing for her voice. When she whispered, "Please, fuck me harder and deeper", Spike felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through spine. He took her hips and drove himself into her with increasingly faster, deeper strokes until he was buried into her tight anus up to the balls.
Despite her shame at asking for what she had, Buffy felt her hips begin to return Spike's thrusts and she chose once more to lose herself in the pleasure. Closing her eyes, she emitted a low, throaty sound that was somewhere between a moan and a growl.
Spike rode Buffy harder, morphing into his vampyric visage subconsciously along the journey to Elysium.
Their lovemaking increased to a frantic pitch until, with a growl of passion, Spike leaned over and captured Buffy's neck with his teeth. He sank his fangs into the bared neck of the slayer as he spent himself inside her ass before collapsing on top of her.
Beneath him, Buffy began to sob in humiliation and rage. She had let Spike tie her up and torture her, and they had ended the festivities with him collapsing ontop of her like she was nothing more than a convenient lay. And more than that, she still hadn't come.
Prairie oysters, for those of you who aren't wonderfully cultured, or haven't see 'princess academy', the movie, prairie oysters are a 'Texan' delicacy. Bull balls. That's at least what the movie led me to believe.
"When it came down to it, Dru was his main woman"... this line just stuck in my head, but it's not mine. Pam Grier says it (modified of course) in a blaxploitation movie.
Jenna Jameson is a real porn star, if you don't read porn like I do lol. And she did do a lesbian spread in Club (a porn) magazine involving a foot-long crystal-looking dildo.