I'd like to add another 'cautionary' warning. This episode contains an 'offscreen' enema of Spike and Buffy, and alot of assplay, though no scat. Also, it contains watersports. Remember, this chapter is named "Buffy Goes Aguilera" cause it's DIRRRRTY, y'all!
Spike returned to his crypt, whistling a jaunty tune through his fanged mouth with practiced ease. Before stepping past the threshhold, he stopped to inhale the sweet scent of the night air. The trail of Xander's carcass was curiously absent from the twilight aroma. His body must have been found. Spike smiled to himself as if he and the night sky shared an inside joke. He had a small chuckle at the expression he could imagine plastered to the redhead's face when she found her own dear dead boy. Then with a cheerful growl to the spirits of night, and a promise to return to the hunt he had been so long denied on the 'morrow, Spike stepped into his evil palace with long, cocksure steps.
Spike's melody stopped abruptly when he reached the base of the stairs. He had returned in time to see the Slayer bringing herself to orgasm on the peach duvet with the nipple clamp chain. She was rubbing it back and forth between her pelvis and ass. Running it straight by her clit, the small string of (mostly) smooth metal loops were bringing her past the threshhold of heavenly sin.
Spike swallowed in anticipation. The slayer had broken free of her bonds. Of course, she was not able to break free of the Pylean Bauxite, but she had instead broken the bedposts and lay now on the crooked remains of a once upright frame. Manacles around her wrists trailed the small metal Bauxite chains. He was in the mood to have her humiliated, in pain and begging him to hurt her just a little bit more. But a nice struggle would turn him on just as well.
Buffy's orgasm subsided, leaving her chest heaving in the stale crypt air. Her head was turned to one side, her eyes closed in self satisfied bliss. She did not notice the presence of her captor in the room until she felt the sting of his ringed palm against her skin. Spike had slapped her so harshly that more pressure would have given her whiplash. Which was exactly what she intended to to. Give her Spike boy the whip and the lash.
Spike was instantly worried when Buffy gave no immediate reaction other than allowing her head to turn in the direction of the slap. He became even more worried when he saw the corner of a broad smile form on the side of her face he was at an angle to see.
In a lightning quick moment, surprising even to a nosferatu of Spike's calibre and experience, Buffy swung her manacled arm against her former captor's face. Metal clashed against bone, dislocating the blonde vampire's jaw. The blow was followed by another and another, until Spike's face lay a bleeding mess.
Then Buffy kicked her blonde tormentor in the balls, sending him instantly to his back on the cold floor from where he'd sat on the bed moments before.
"Buffy?", Spike looked up through his good eye at the flaxen haired nude avenger, wondering how she had broken free of the surprisingly strong bedframe. Whatever thoughts he had were quickly stifled when she walked over to him and settled herself atop his face.
"Drive", Buffy said, a small sadistic smile on her face at the dehumanizing tone she had taken with her lover. She wiggled her hips and ground her quim into his soft, now tender face and braced herself with her arms behind her back. Then she waited for the honeyed onslaught of Spike's tongue.
She felt it instantly. Her pussyboy's tongue was lubed up from the blood welling up into his mouth from where his lip was split and his jaw was dislocated. His tongue flicked gently across her clit, and Buffy raised herself onto her knees before twisting around and dropping her cunt with a painful harshness onto Spike's face once more.
Spike would have winced, but despite his pain and anger at Buffy, he felt arousal seeping into his loins. The mixture of blood and pussy was surpassed by only one thing : the mixture of blood and Slayer pussy. He forced his jaw open, hearing the the awful popping sound of his jaw reverberate in his skull. Then Spike began to use his tongue more fully, fucking Buffy's pussy with it, driving deep into her slit before painfully sliding his tongue back out and and lapping along her clit and cunt lips.
Buffy felt an urgent vibration against her quim, and she smiled to herself. For she held Spike's cock in her hands, and had used her newly manicured nail to slice through the thin membrane of it's head. She knew the vibration had been Spike's moan of pain, and she laughed, knowing that no one could hear her bitch boy's screams as they were spent bringing pleasure to her cunt. Exactly where her fucktoy deserved to be.
Tears welled up in Spike's eyes. He could take alot of pain, but he was only a man, albeit an undead one. He silently willed his dick to wilt, so as not to offend his new mistress slut with it's phallicness. Despite his attempts at concentrating on lowering his erection while he ate Buffy out, his penis only seemed to get harder. The taste of his mistress's pussy, along with the pleasure her hands were now paying his dick in place of her earlier attempt at partial circumcision, saw otherwise.
Buffy shifted her position so that Spike's nose was buried in her asshole.
"Eat it, ass licker!"
The heady aroma of Buffy's asshole only lengthened Spike's oversized erection, and he would have smiled if his face didn't hurt as much. He inhaled the scent of her ass one last time, silently thanking that now ubiquitous nineteenth century invention, the enema. He thanked as well his former lover Angelus for introducing him to it before bringing his tongue up and dragging it along her puckered rosebud. Teasing at first, his tongue slithered into her anal orifice and licked the tender muscles of his mistress's asshole.
Buffy wiggled her hips on her fucktoy's face, bouncing herself to an orgasm. As she did, Buffy reached her other hand forward to caress Spike's cock. Her right hand worked the length of his enormous shaft, while the left held his soft leathery ballsac, gently rolling her toy's balls through her fingers. They weren't gentle for long.
As Buffy pinched his right testicle between her thumb and forefinger, Spike screamed fiercely into Buffy's anus, causing her to buck in ecstasy. This only caused Spike's bruised and battered face more pain, and his responding whimper set of a chain reaction of Buffy's hips jumping and bringing her cunt to his mouth repeatedly in order to get the vocally induced sensation Spike was providing.
Spike fought the pain in his aching jaw and lapped and sucked at the Slayer's clit more vigorously, sending her into the first waves of her crashing orgasm. Buffy jerked her hips up and down, her cunt slamming into spike's face. Her pelvis and pubic hair mashed against her fucktoy's mouth. Spike screamed in agony, only heightening his mistress's orgasm. And as Buffy rocked out one of the awesomely intense orgasms she was so apt to enjoy in Spike's company, she pissed straight into her pussyboy's helpless mouth. Spike swallowed Buffy's piss with a mixture of disgust and arousal.
When it was over, Buffy slumped over to her side, letting her fired skin hit the cool floor. For a few moments she lay there, eyes closed, so still she seemed almost not breathing. The serum coursed through her still, but her multiple orgasms had weakened her.
Slowly, Buffy roused herself to a sitting position and felt the cold floor brush against her scorching, soaked pussy. Buffy gasped and shivered as the sensation brought her eyes dead open in shock and pleasure. Before her, she saw the violet dildo Spike had used to violate her ass earlier. It lay in the corner where he'd thrown it when he'd finished using it on her.
Suddenly, just one climax wasn't enough.
Buffy bent over, bracing herself on her arms, and crawled towards the deep lavender coloured dildo. New sensation lay only moments within reach, when she felt the swift, crushing weight of her new pussyboy break her against the cold crypt floor.
"OOOH!", Buffy moaned as she hit the stone.
Spike growled roughly in her ear, and, quickly, painfully cracking his jaw back into place, sank his fangs into Buffy's throat. His canines punctured her viciously, and Spike drank deeply in her strength and nourishment. When he had drunk to the point of fearing he would hurt her so much that she wouldn't be able to appreciate the lovely pain he had in store for her, Spike abruptly jerked his fangs away from her neck, causing the skin around her throat to tear slightly, leaving a messy wound that would take days to heal.
Leaning into her ear, gently between languorous licks of his bitch's neck, her body beneath him quivering with what he knew was abject terror, Spike said, "I just keep seeing more of the whore in you, pet. Should I be jealous of whoever taught you about waterplay and how to love a tongue in your ass? I wonder who taught you how to love being on top, Buffy? Should I go and find Riley and cut his head off?" Spike continued with false cheerfulness as Buffy trembled in fear below him, "That's it you hot cunt, you're ass is mine."
To emphasize his point, Spike smacked Buffy's ass hard, and her helpless yelp of pain made him smile.
"If you want it all you have to do is ask. I don't have time for games and I don't fancy being toyed with for your own sadistic pleasure. Only my sadistic pleasure is important, don't you know that, my whore? Now, my little bitch, I will have to punish you. You're cutting into my fuck-you-and-make-you-beg-for-it-like-the-jizz-lapping-slut-you-are-time. Pisses me off. I hate when people cut into my time."
In truth, Spike was not entirely upset at Buffy's wanton domination. Seeing her there on the bed, rubbing her clit damn near raw with that chain was a turn on, and he wouldn't have minded licking the her sweet holes if the bitch hadn't attempted to break his fucking face first. But she had. She had ridden his beaten face, tortured his genitals and pleasured herself through his pain. She'd used him as a disposable urinal - which was pretty much how she always treated him. Spike supposed that was one thing that was different between Buffy and Drusilla. He'd never wanted to hurt Drusilla.
Now, not only did Spike want to hurt his slave, but his bloodstream was coursing with the serum that had caused Buffy's sexual rage. He lay motionless over Buffy for a long moment, first trying to control the hard fury boiling within him, then, failing, drinking in the scent of her fear. Spike knew that whatever was causing him to feel this wasn't him. He couldn't tell what it was, but he knew that nothing Buffy had done could make him do what he felt like doing now. But he was helpless to stop it. So he gave in to enjoying it.
Spike's brought his hand up to Buffy's hair and began to run his fingers through it. A soft caress suddenly turned brutal, and Buffy cried out in pain and her head was roughly jerked up. Spike held her head back to the point where she felt any further and it might snap. Then he slammed her forehead into the cold dirty floor.
Buffy felt no pain. The blow was such a shock that she felt as if her body had disappeared, and for a moment she reveled in the sensation, wanting it all to be over, wanting Spike to kill her or turn her or rape her or all of the above.
But quickly enough, her Slayer reflexes kicked in and her nerve endings began throbbing in response to the blow. No sooner than she had to try and raise herself onto her hands and knees, Spike gripped her by her hair once more and dragged her, screaming and crawling to the purple, dust covered dildo laying in the corner.Tears fell from Buffy's eyes as her skin was rubbed raw along the way.
"Spike", she whispered, the sound barely escaping her lips. He could hear her, but her cries fell on deaf ears. He was giving in.
Parts of him had given in long ago.
"Pick it up."
Buffy looked through teary eyes at the dildo before her, wondering what Spike would do to her with it. It had been in her ass. Would he-
"OW!"
Buffy's head snapped back as Spike pulled on her hair.
"Did my beating your pretty head into the floor affect your hearing, pet?" Spike asked, before leaning down and whispering in her ear in a deadly quiet voice, "Pick it up."
Buffy had no time to think, she simply reached out and took the dirty purple dildo off the floor. Once in her hand, she sat there, trying not to move until she was given further instruction.
"Clean it."
Buffy wished she could assume he would let her use a washcloth, but she couldn't afford that luxury. Slowly, Buffy brought the used vibrator to her lips. A fresh tear fell from the corner of her eye as she darted her tongue out, test-tasting the silicon phallus.
"Good, whore. Now actually lick it.", Spike said with a tinge of sadistic amusement and impatience in his voice.
Buffy wedged the first inch of the dildo into her mouth, tasting the dirt on it. When she made a revolted face, Spike jerked her head back so that she was on her knees looking up at him. Looking into her eyes, he took the dildo from her hands and deepthroated her with it.
Although Buffy was choking, she dared not try and move away. Besides losing half of her beautiful head of hair, she would probably just make Spike madder. So she knelt there on the cold floor with her rapist's hand in her hair, trying to adjust her throat muscles to the dildo. Spike watched attempts at deepthroat with a detached sadistic amusement.
As the thin coating of dirt melted into her saliva and eventually went down her throat, she began to taste what she knew was the musky flavour of her own ass.
Spike looked down into Buffy's desperate eyes, and felt no concern for her suffering. He wouldn't kill her, and he probably wouldn't turn her either. The sweet fear she looked at him with as she sucked on her own anal juices mixed with the floor's dirt just made him harder. She was so cute when she was terrified and sucking dick. Besides, it would be a useful lesson in teaching her never to defy him.
When he felt his sweet bitch had learned her place, he released the dildo and watched as it gently slid out of Buffy's mouth on it's own and fell between the valley of her breasts before tumbling onto the floor. Then he fell to his knees besides her, and in a sweaty mass, they struggled to each gain the upper hand.
Buffy fought Spike, suddenly regaining her impulses as a Slayer. As she struggled to dominate as she had before, she wondered, once more, why she let him do these things to her. Awful things. She punched Spike in the face, and he howled with pain, morphing and hurting his face even more in the process.
Buffy's hand shot out lightning quick again, but now Spike, driven by serum and and, more still, his own refusal to take any more pain from his slut, blocked her punch. His arm knocked her wrist to the ground instantly, and Buffy winced at the shock to her bones.
Spike backhanded Buffy, and she reeled from the pain. Then he flipped her onto her stomach and grabbed her hips roughly. He jerked them to his thighs and shoved his knee between her legs. Buffy tried to fight Spike, but the truth was that he was stronger than her. Even before the chip had been installed, when he had first come to Sunnydale with his love Dru, when she had fought him in the past, she had won because he'd let her. The secret interest in her that had bloomed into love had kept him from ever killing her during their death fights. He had kept this so deeply buried, and only now fully realized it as he easily spread her struggling thighs apart to accomodate him.
Lifting Buffy's hips off the ground to meet his cock, he impaled her.
The searing heat he felt from her molten channel was enough to bring him off, but he kept his head from popping (both figuratively and literally). He wanted it to last. Instead, Spike rode Buffy like an animal, harshly and cruelly, her sobs of pain doing nothing to arrest her rape.
Buffy's cries betrayed her pain, despite her attempt to hide it. The vampire above her pounded into her with a force that made her feel like she was being torn apart. Buffy braced herself, moving her hips upward to meet her rapist's thrust, trying to lessen the pain by matching his strokes. But the more she answered Spike's thrusts with her own, the harder he fucked her. His dick filled her past the point of mildly arousing pain. Finally, able to take no more, Buffy screamed and collapsed, unable to match her tormentor's stamina any longer.
As Buffy fell from her hands and knees to a lying position on the floor, she felt Spike's cock painfully tear out of her cunt, and she moaned in agony. Lying on the floor, she struggled to catch her breath between sobs. How could he do this to her, Buffy wondered? He said he loved her, how could he just tie her up and rape her, use and deny her independence?
Suddenly, as if she had spoken her questions aloud, she head her captor's voice, " Because you deserve it, bitch.* Don't pretend you don't need it this way. Spent so long denying me, being a cocktease and fucking another man right in front of me. You knew you wanted me, and I knew it too. But you couldn't take it. So you made me wait three years while you danced around amusing yourself with my eyes chasing after you. You knew I couldn't do anything then, you've got to be on top, in control, that's how it's got to be. But you knew this day would come. And you know you begged me for it."
Buffy hated Spike then, so much she spat in his face; drops spattered against his face while the rest of her saliva fell back on her own face. He was wrong. She hadn't wanted this...not entirely. She had wanted him to take her, like no human ever could, not even Riley. She had wanted Spike to give her what she couldn't take herself. Not even Angel had been able to give Buffy what she knew Spike could. She had wanted to be claimed, ruled, even hurt a little. She'd wanted for someone else to make the decisions for once. But she hadn't wanted this.
It was then that Buffy shouted in pain, as she felt herself being flipped onto her back.
With Spike's face inches from hers, Buffy fought the sickening heat that was insidiously spreading through her pussy. It was Spike. He always made her hot. And for a moment, she had the unquenchable urge to ravage his mouth. She tried to raise her head to meet his lips, but she was too weak for that. Buffy felt her head fall the seemingly eternal inch back to the ground, and she heard her head smack against the cold floor with a dull thud. Moment later, she was once again impaled on his penis, this time on her back.
As Spike fucked her cunt roughly, Buffy's eyes betrayed her rage. He had reduced her to nothing. He had given her the pain and intensity she'd wanted, and then he had hurt her beyond what she needed. He had made her afraid of him, helpless. She was helpless against her arousal and against his control over her. Buffy knew she was just his fucktoy. The orgasm she'd had atop his face, feeling the glorious release of pissing into Spike's mouth and making him hers would probably be the last time she ever came.
Spike had seen the look of lust in Buffy's eyes, and if his cock could have hardened further it would have. Despite this, he was upset. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, she was supposed to be learning how to be his cocksocket. The strumpet had even and raise her head for a kiss. Fighting the burning urge to rape her mouth and show her the emotion he felt in their coupling, he raised his head away from hers. There was nothing warm about this, nothing loving. If Buffy thought that he would put up with her obsession to give him pain, she was sorely mistaken. Because the serum saw to it that his new favourite job was to make her sore all over.
Spike drove into Buffy in increasingly frantic strokes, and Buffy found her voice hoarse from crying. Even when she tried to cry out in pain, her voice rasped and hurt her more. Silent tears fell from Buffy's cheeks as she called on her last ounce of Slayer strength to remain conscious. Otherwise, Spike would literally fuck her brains out. She would have laughed if it wasn't a serious concern.
Spike felt his own dead sperm boiling in his balls, and the demon's sight of his own favourite whore lying beneath in helpless pain and humiliation from his own clawed hand sent Spike over the edge. With violent thrusts that jerked the pair inch by inch across the dirty crypt floor, Spike shot his seed into Buffy. With a feral growl, Spike's demon loosed himself and ripped into Buffy's neck. Stopping only when he was sure any more would kill her, Spike retracted his fangs from her abused neck.
When it was over, Spike lay on his side, arm slung possessively over Buffy. His body suddenly longed for sleep, but he had the presence of mind to pick Buffy's bruised body up and move them both to the bed.
Remembering that the bedframe was broken and wouldn't hold Buffy's chains, Spike yanked the peach duvet cover aside and set her down gently on the now tilted matress. Then, Spike walked across the room, limping from the throbbing pain with which his cock was beginning to protest his lovemaking with Buffy.
His duster lay in a heap on the floor, discarded sometime between Buffy cumming and pissing in his mouth and him forcing the fun-lovin' purple dildo down her throat. He reached into his duster pocket and pulled out the slim ring of manacle keys. Then he walked to the bed and knelt beside Buffy's frame on the matress.
Spike slid the key into a cuff lock and heard the almost imperceptible click of it's give. He took the shackle and attached it to his own arm. It was shabby, but he was dead tired. Buffy's cunt had damn near killed him, and the compromise would have to do for now. Then Spike threw the key across the room and onto the chaise.
The sound of the heavy bauxite key rapping against the wooden mahogany chaise made Buffy jump. She sensed Spike was looking at her, and she met his gaze. Her eyes were ripe with tears that she could no longer shed.
Wordlessly, Spike stripped the shreds of his clothes off that he and Buffy had missed. Then he slid into bed beside his Slayer, as comfortably as if they were a nice happy couple.
Buffy felt herself being pulled close to Spike. She was tired of fighting for now. With a sigh, she crooked her head into the space between his arm and chest. Then they slept.
*"Because you deserve it, bitch"... I stole this line from Warren's character. He said this to an illusion of the first woman he killed, before he died at Willow's hands.