By Shadow
Other Disclaimers – Be advised that there is Oz abuse ahead... the
mutt is getting tortured. : )
Pairing – has yet to be finally determined, but Willow/Dru for
now.
Feedback – Damn right! Shadowlander1@gmx.net
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Oz
had just started to cross the intersection when the other vehicle came roaring
through the stop light, smashing into the driver’s side of his beloved van,
sending him sideways to a sudden stop.
Almost immediately figures poured out of the shadows, descending on the
van in a swarm, intent on getting to its occupants. Ripping open the side access door, Spike jumped into the van
rapidly moving forward to the driver’s cab to get a look at his catch. With one hand the bleached blonde vampire
traced the face of the unconscious van’s passenger, seeing for the first time
why his princess wanted the young redhead for her own. A slight movement from the driver drew his
attention, with a growl he turned, bringing his fist back to backhand the
mortal driver, easily knocking the boy out once more. Turning back to the girl, he pawed at the seatbelt before
gathering her up in his arms and exiting the van, “Take the boy too... I want
to play with him a bit,” he ordered one of his minions as he stalked away from
the scene his prize safely in his
arms.
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Drusilla
looked up as her Spikey returned with her little obsession in his arms. She could barely control her own demon as
the girl was placed on the bed she had specially made for her new pet. For months the vampire had thought of little
else, but the little redhead who, for some bizarre reason, was best friends
with the nasty smelling Slayer. When
the girl started to date the little dog, her demon was in a near rage, ‘her’
little tree being pawed at by that mutt.
Such a thing could not be allowed to continue, so Dru had her Spike go
and get the girl to remove her from the Slayer and mutt's presences. A scent brought her out of her silent
musings, “I smell the little dog,” she hissed her game face coming forward.
“Shh,
don’t worry luv... the mutt survived the crash is all, I plan to finish him
off... just want to see how loud he can scream first,” Spike reassured her, an
evil light entering his blue eyes as he thought of all the tortures he was
going to do to the boy.
“Uh,
make it loud Spikey... I want to hear him beg for death while I play with my
little pet,” Dru purred, running a hand down his shirt, as she licked her lips.
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Willow
regained consciousness a pounding in her head making it difficult to do
anything but lie still in pain. A soft
voice slowly penetrated the fog of pain in her head, telling her that she
wasn’t alone. Tentatively opening one eye she found herself staring into
Drusilla’s face, the vampire calmly looking into hers, as if waiting for her to
wake up. ‘Oh this is bad... bad, bad, bad,’ she thought to herself, wondering
if she was about to die.
“Shh,
little pet, mustn’t move around too much... your head is still all hurting,”
the vampire soothed the girl, gently brushing a lock of the girl’s hair aside.
“You’re safe now... away from that nasty old Slayer and little dog.”
“Oz...
I was with Oz... and there was this car.”
“Shh,
I know little tree,” Dru silenced her with a finger over her lips, “that was my
Spike’s doing. I told him to go collect
you before the bad little dog could try to stick his thing in you. Can’t have him doing naughty things with
you... you are mine and I am the only one that gets to do those sorts of things
to you. Well me and my Spikey... you’re
going to like the games Spike plays with you.
He’s got such a big spike that is going to fill you right up it is...
bet you are going to look forward to playing with him.” The vampire continued in a conspiring
whisper, images of her Spike and little pet mating dancing through her
head. But first she wanted to play with
her little pet, stake her claim to the girl before she allowed her Spike to
mark the little tree as well.
Willow
whimpered faintly as Dru shifted over her, the vampire covering her with her
own body. That was when she realized a
few things, ‘I’m naked! Dru’s naked! We’re both naked!’ her mind all but shouted
at her, as the vampire captured her lips.
Both eyes opening wide as a cool hand wrapped itself around one of her
breast, even as Dru chuckled silently against her lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Willow
was screaming to fight this that the vampire was only going to drain her and
leave her for Buffy to find. Only her
body wasn’t listening as she arched into the hand fondling her breast a little
whimper escaping her when Dru left her lips and began to concentrate on her
neck.
Giving
her little pet a playful lick on the neck, Dru nipped and worried at the
mortal’s skin getting a small taste of the girl that was hers. Before the night
was over with she planned to have tasted all the girl had to offer, knowing
that her little pets blood would be near intoxicating, she just knew it would
be. Already Dru’s demon was thrashing
about demanding a taste of the girl that belonged to her.
Willow
tried to fight the sensations that Drusilla was causing she really did, but was
finding that her body wasn’t cooperating with her one little bit. The hands she had placed on the vampire’s
head to push her away, instead tangled themselves in Dru’s long tresses and
held her firmly in place to her neck.
Allowing
her “human” mask slip away, Dru grinned evilly against the neck she was
currently licking and nipping at, even as one hand drifted down her little
pet’s body seeking the warmth she knew she would find between her legs. Slipping two fingers inside of the redhead,
Dru nearly hissed at the heat she found there, even as Willow’s hips bucked at
the intrusion. Setting a quick pace,
the vampire's other hand continued to mold and fondle the breast she had
captured, enjoying the sounds her little pet was emitting. ‘Such a passionate little pet,’ she thought,
sensing
the girl’s building orgasm. Right as
the young redhead exploded with her first orgasm, Dru bite down, eagerly
drinking from her little pet for the first time.
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From
the door Spike watched his dark princess take the girl, his own demon thrashing
around inside of him, demanding that he claim her for himself. He had thought of little else while
torturing the mutt then coming back to the little room Dru had set up for her
pet and shagging the girl into unconsciousness. But first he had to teach the boy not to touch what wasn’t his,
although the wolf proved to be a bit of a disappointment. He screamed too fast and lost conscious too
quickly, Spike figured it must have been due to the car accident. ‘No bother...
just give the mutt a few days and see how loud I can make him scream,’ he told
himself firmly, as an amused smirk formed on his lips. Pushing aside further thoughts of the boy's
torture and ultimate death, Spike pushed himself away from the door as he
watched Dru drink from the girl for the first time.
As
Spike approached the bed, Dru looked up from her little pet, her yellow/gold
eyes shining as she took in the sight of her Spikey covered in the bad little
dog’s blood. “Come Spikey... you have to taste her... she tastes so good, even
better then Slayer,” she cooed to her mate, as he slowly began to undo his
pants, his smirk growing to open lust as he stared at the girl.
Willow
began to whimper and try to move away as she saw the male vampire undress in
front of her, intent on joining them, only to have Dru growl and hold her in
place. “Now none of that little pet... Spikey is going to play too,” Dru said
huskily as she gently kissed the girl’s forehead. “You’ve been so good tonight,
don’t make me punish you on your first night home.”
Spike
grinned evilly as he positioned himself over the girl, enjoying the smell of
her fear and the pounding her heart.
“Don’t worry pet its not going to hurt... all that much,” he said,
suddenly thrusting his rock hard cock into her, pausing to savor the sound of
her scream when he broke through her virginity. Setting a quick rough pace in her, Spike let his demon come
forward, eager to mark the girl and possible more. Everything about her was intoxicating, from her warmth to the little
sounds she made just before coming, it all called to his demon, which demanded
more from the little mortal under him.
Even after she had cum, he continued to pound into her, his own orgasm
building before he lowered his head to the unmarked side of the girl’s neck,
biting into her as he came, placing his own mark on her.
Giving
the girl one final lick, Spike eased out of her, his human mask sliding back on
as he shifted onto his side to keep watch over the girl that he just marked as
his. Dru taking a similar position on
the other side of the now sleeping redhead, “You’re right luv... she does have
a rather remarkable taste, far better then any Slayer would have.” He purred, one hand slowly running up and
down Willow’s stomach almost absently.
“Oh
yes... she is going to be such a beautiful little pet... once we get her
trained properly,” Dru agreed, a faint frown marring her features for a moment,
“she’s going to be naughty from time to time you know? May even try to run away
a few times, so we’re going to have to be firm with her, make her understand
that she shouldn't ever leave us.”
“Don't
worry princess... your little pet won’t ever leave us, she won’t want to not
when we’re finished with her,” Spike vowed evilly.
Willow
crouched naked in the corner, her hands firmly over her ears as she tried in
vain to block out the sounds of her boyfriend being tortured in another part of
the lair. She knew it was only a matter
of time before Drusilla would be coming for her to continue her “training” as
the vampire called it. For the past
week the pattern was the same, first they tortured Oz, his screams always
waking her from a troubled sleep. After
what seemed like hours Dru would come to her room, her dress stained with
patches of drying blood, and the mind games would begin. The vampire would hold her, caressing her
body as she spoke of the stars and how Willow belonged to her and had to be
punished for dallying with the bad little dog.
Then the screaming would stop signaling that either Oz had passed out or
Spike had gotten bored and was coming to join the two. She dreaded that part the most, when Spike
would join them, by that time she was usually beyond caring what they did to
her just as long as they continued to touch and caress her filling that
terrible ache inside her that developed every time Dru neared her it seemed.
Dru
watched her little pet cringing in the corner with dark unreadable eyes. She wasn’t taking part in tonight’s torture
of the bad little doggie, the stars telling her that her little pet needed her
more tonight. Besides torturing the dog
had lost its appeal to her after the third night, although Spike seemed content
with his new toy, he liked the little dog’s recuperative abilities. Her Spikey seemed determined to see how long
he could torture and abuse the mortal before the supernatural healing factor
stopped working all together. But Dru
didn’t want to wait for that to happen, she wanted to finish training her little
pet and move on to other things, like getting daddy back to normal without that
pesky soul in the way.
‘Her
pet.’ Just the thought of her little
tree got the vampire wet, the little redhead coming alive under her hands as
they listened to Spike torture the bad doggie. It never took long for the redhead to respond to her touch, to
begin moving with Dru’s caresses always eager for anything the vampire had to
give that night. Stepping further into
the room, Dru noted with pleasure that her little tree seemed to be recovering
well from the beating Spike had to give her the other night.
Just
as she feared her little pet tried to run away, almost made it to the nasty
Slayer’s house before Spike caught up with her. That was the night her mate had to take his belt to her little
pet teaching her a harsh lesson about leaving the lair without permission and
trying to run away.
Crouching
in front of her little pet, Dru reached out to pull the girl’s hands away from
her ears. Almost immediately she was
rewarded by bright green eyes rimmed with unshed tears staring into her face.
“Come pet... it is time to go,” Dru said reaching out to brush aside a lock of
red hair that was obstructing her view of her little pet’s face.
“G-go?”
Willow questioned in a voice still hoarse from the beating she had suffered at
Spike’s hand. The memories of the
vampire in full game face beating her still jarring her awake at times, when
Oz’s screams hadn’t done the job.
“We’re
going away... just you and me,” Dru said gently cozening the young girl to
stand, “Spikey wants to play with the little dog some more, but I don’t want to
be bothered with him ... so you and I are taking a little trip for a
while. Just the two of us... by the
time Spike joins us you are going to be so happy to see him... probably want
him to shag you on the spot.” She finished with an evil grin. While she knew
her little pet was still a bit leery of the blonde vampire, cringing whenever
he got too close to her when Dru wasn’t around, she knew that in time the
little tree would get over her fear of her mate. And in time would even look
forward to Spike getting rough with her, as it was the redhead was still too
afraid of the male vampire to allow him to train her a bit. Dru knew it had to be the beating, that
Spike had momentarily forgot that the little tree was still human and not as
strong as a vampire. Thankfully he
regained control of himself before he did any serious damage but the fear of
him had grown in her little pet... and that would just not do, something had to
be done.
Not
sure what the female vampire was talking about, her mind focused on the hope of
being able to escape Spike if only for a little while, Willow allowed Dru to
wrap her in a blanket and pick her up.
Within moments she found herself carried out of the lair and into a waiting
car, Dru cradling her as they drove toward the airport.
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Dru
placed her sleeping pet on the bed in the master bedroom of the old
hacienda. About a century ago it was
the main house of a tobacco plantation owned by an old friend of hers from back
when daddy was still soulless and killing with Spike and her. Her friend was more then happy to let her
have the place while she trained the little tree, Dru only having to promise no
killing; her friend did have a territory to rule and any unexplained deaths
would just call too much attention. Not
that she minded making the promise, her friend was kind enough to arrange for
fresh blood and total privacy while in Mexico, something Drusilla wanted. It would help in the training, her little
pet not being distracted by any stray minion or screaming at all hours... something that she was convinced led to her
pet's resent act of rebellion by trying to run away.
Discarding
her travel dress, Dru climbed into bed with the redhead, smiling faintly when
the mortal instinctively nestled closer to her, seeking the coolness of her
body. While the hacienda had been
recently remodeled to accommodate vampires, all the windows specially fitted
with a state of the art UV repellant coating allowing sunlight to enter without
all the negative effects, her pet still sought her out subconsciously. She also
knew that were other modern advancements in the old house, her friend a firm
believer in climate control and electricity in general. In all it would make
for a nice place to teach her pet while they waited for Spike to grow bored
with the bad little dog and join them. ‘Maybe daddy will be coming with him,’
she thought recalling her Spike’s latest plan to get rid of the nasty
curse. 'Yes that would be grand,' she
thought before drifting off to sleep.
It
was the silence that finally woke her, the unnatural stillness that blanketed
the area seemed so out of place to her after a week in the lair. Opening her eyes Willow was greeted by
strange surroundings, everything was in an off-white colour and various other
earth tones making the whole place seem bright and airy. After a week in the lair the room seemed almost
unnatural to her. The sound of the air
conditioning turning on almost made her jump out of her skin, the faint hum
sounding like a freight train in the heavy silence of the room.
Climbing
off the bed, Willow slowly made her way out of the room tentatively exploring
her new surroundings. ‘Where am I?’ she wondered doubting that this was
somewhere her “owners” would bring her, somehow Spike in all of this
off-whiteness seemed unnatural somehow.
Stepping into the main room the redhead froze at the site that greeted
her. There seated in front of a large bay window was Drusilla enjoying the
afternoon sun? Closing her eyes and
shaking her head to clear it of the obvious mirage, she opens them again to
find that the vision was still there and in fact Dru was now calmly regarding
her with a faint smile.
"Come
pet... join me," Dru purred watching her little redhead standing before
her uncertainly. Holding out a hand
palm up, she smiled encouragingly as the mortal took one steadying breath
before taking a tentative step forward.
She could smell the confusion and uncertainty coming off her pet as the
mortal neared, the effect of seeing the vampire sitting in direct sunlight
disorienting her.
Willow
was certain she had to be dreaming, it was impossible for Dru to be sitting in
front of a bay window, during the day and not be a pile of dust, and yet there
she was. ‘Maybe my mind has finally snapped,’ she reasoned reaching out to take
the vampire’s hand once she got close enough.
Closing
her fingers around the small hand, Dru pulled the girl into the chair with her,
so that Willow was sitting facing her straddling the vampire in the chair.
“Tell me pet... did you sleep well?” Dru asked running a hand up her naked
back, smiling faintly when the redhead arched away from her hand when is
caressed one of the bruises left from Spike’s beating. “Hmmm?” She questioned,
licking a perk little nipple chuckling softly at the shudder that ran through
her little pet at the contact.
"Ah...
um... yes," Willow said after a moment arching further into cool wet tongue. As much as she hated and tried to fight it
Dru always did stir strange things in her, creating a fire within that only the
vampire seemed to be able to tame.
Chuckling
once more, enjoying the smell of her pet’s arousal, Dru smiles against the
breast she had been teasing coming to a decision. “Come pet... lets go play in
the waterfall.”
“Waterfall? What waterfall?” the redhead questioned,
automatically wrapping her legs around Dru’s torso as the vampire stood, her
arms going around the taller woman’s neck to keep herself in place.
Pausing
to give the redhead a deep kiss, Dru encouraged her to lower her feet to the
floor. “Always walk beside me, pet,”
she instructed. She wanted the girl at
her side; not crawling behind her like some animal. Although her Spike seemed
to prefer her that way, but Dru knew it was just his way of establishing his
dominance over her, it would be useful later on when it was time to turn the
little tree. While Dru had plans to be
the girl’s sire and would already be dominant over her, Spike would have to
fight for it; better to establish it now and let it carry over when she was
embraced.
Following
the vampire through the house, she had found herself in front of a pair of
sliding glass doors leading to a inner courtyard of sorts, that seemed to be
surrounded by the house itself. ‘She’s
going outside!’ the warning bells sounded in her mind trying to understand why
Drusilla seemed so unconcerned about the noon day sun high over head.
“Come,”
Dru beckoned opening the sliding door and stepping outside, enjoying the
confused look from the redhead, who was looking at her like she had grown
another head or something.
Stepping
out of the house, Willow noted the cool feel of adobe tile under her bare feet
and the sound of running water nearby.
Looking around the courtyard she sees the medium sized pool and
artificial waterfall tucked into one corner, a rock garden taking up another
corner and wood and tile benches scattered about the courtyard. But it was what was over heard that caught
her attention the most; a large tinted skylight covered the entire courtyard
reminding her of a solarium. “UV protective glass,” she said in awe the pieces
falling into place. “That’s why Dru can sit in front of a bay window and not
turn to dust, this place is vamp-proofed,” she said more to herself, wondering
at the amount of money it would take to have such a state of the art house
built.
“I
knew you would figure it out pet,” Dru said with a laugh watching her pet's
face light up as she admired the courtyard. “Daddy and Spikey always wanting to
stay in dark rundown places, but not us.
We are going to have a bright airy place... where you can see the sun
while we shag. You are going to love having my Spike shag you out here by the
pool with the sun shining down on you both.” She said stepping closer to the
redhead, her dark eyes filled with lust as she stares into the mortal’s
eyes. Taking Willow’s hand the vampire
leads her to the pool, eager to get the mortal under the waterfall.
Stopping
only to remove her dressing grown, Drusilla steps into the pool giving her
little pet a very good view of her body as she turned to regard her, beckoning
with one figure she is pleased to see the redhead nearly fall over herself to
get into the water to join her. ‘Such a good little pet,’ she thought approving
of the way the mortal was already responding to her. Spike had thought her training methods were not harsh enough,
sighting the girl running away as a prime example of her willfulness. But Dru wanted her little pet to keep her
fire to stay with the family out of love and devotion; not as some broken
mortal with no will of her own. If she
wanted a creature like that she would have chosen the moron as a pet, now he
would make a real mindless fuck toy. But not her little tree, she had a fire
within her that Dru wanted to keep and mold.
She just knew that her little tree would make the most beautiful of
killers for the family.
Stepping
closer to the vampire, Willow smiled hesitantly up at Dru, once again feeling
that strange pull toward the older woman.
Some strange and unexplained force that called to that little part of
the mortal that was eager to play with the fire the vampire offered in her dark
unreadable eyes, the entire time a little voice whispering; “wanna be bad?”
Taking
the girl's face in her hands Dru kisses her again, before turning and heading
for the seven-foot high artificial waterfall on one side of the pool. Since discovering it earlier that day, she had
thought of nothing else but shagging her pet under it. Stepping under the water she allowed it to
run over her body, giving her pet a seductive grin as the mortal joins
her. Kissing the redhead once again,
Dru ran her hands over the body before her, growling softly as she picked up
Willow's
increased heartbeat and heightening arousal.
Licking the girl’s jugular vein, Dru let her game face surface enjoying
the jump in her pet’s heart rate as she felt the vampire’s fangs scrap across
her neck.
Before
long Willow is moving with the vampire’s caresses her body demanding more from
her lover, as she tentatively kisses the other woman's chest. She was never sure about touching the
vampire, it always was a bit hard to tell all the growls apart. Granted with Dru is was a bit easier to tell
the growls of pleasure apart from the ones of annoyance, but even then it was
difficult. ‘Must be a vampire thing,’ she reasoned, before letting her
instincts take over. Something about
the vampire called out to her, begging her to touch and feel the cool body...
taste the cold fire that belonged to Drusilla.
Allowing
her pet to take the initiative for the moment, Dru’s demoness hums in pleasure
as the mortal attacks her breast, gnawing at the nipple with blunt little teeth. Holding Willow’s head in place and she
settles in to worry at the captured breast, Dru throws her own head back
allowing the water to run down her upturned face and neck. Only to bring her head back up and look down
at her little pet as the redhead detaches herself from the breast with one last
lick and slowly lowers herself to her knees in the pool, eager to please the
vampire.
Willow
couldn’t explain the need to please Dru, only that the thought of not making
the vampire cum seemed almost unthinkable to her somehow. With water beating
down on the two, the redhead begins to lick and suck at the vampire, encouraged
by the low growls of approval and the pair of hands entangled in her hair
holding her in place.
Coming
with a roar, her demon growling to claim the mortal once and for all, Dru
guided the mortal back to her feet before taking her in a brutal kiss. “Mine,”
she growled, before turning her attention to her pet’s neck once more and
plunging her hand into the redhead’s cunt.
Willow
barely had time to register the hand invading her before feeling a pair of
fangs biting hard into her neck, the vampire looming over her almost purring as
she relentlessly pounded into her and fed on her blood. Only stopping once the mortal had cum fast
and hard, almost passing out from the blood lose.
Allowing
her demon face to slip away once more, Dru shifts picking up the half
unconscious girl in her arms and heads out of the pool, eager to put her pet to
bed for a bit and plan out the final phase of her little tree’s training. Depositing the wet naked girl on the bed,
Dru positions her to admire the brutal bite mark on her neck, her own demon
stirring once more as she brushed aside the mortal's wet hair. “Soon my
beautiful pet... you will serve the family for all time as our killer,” she
said softly, her fingertips caressing the bite mark almost reverently. “But
don’t worry you will be joined soon by the mate I’ve chosen for you... Spike
and daddy are bringing her here for you.
Together
you will spread a reign of terror throughout the world that not even daddy has
ever seen.” She finished her eyes distant as she saw future images of what will
be.
“Montoya,”
Drusilla purred giving the tall dark man standing before a hug. “Did you find
it?” she asked her eyes shining as she barely contained the nervous energy
threatening to consume her, she was like a little kid on Christmas Day trying
to get her parents out of bed.
Montoya
laughed at the vampire’s antics, enjoying the obvious changes he saw in his old
friend. For the first time in centuries
she seemed to be at peace with herself, ‘must be finally getting away from
Angelus,’ he reasoned. Although why she would want to get him back was beyond
his understanding, having always thought of Angelus as being a bit of a prick
in the first place wasting his talents in mindless acts of violence. However it wasn’t his place to pass judgment
on the vampire’s pounce sire, the Master had plans for both of them and their
little family. If there was one thing
the sorcerer called Montoya had learned over his long existence was that
failing the Master was not an option, the Lord of the Underworld tended to
frown upon that sort of thing. “Yes I found it,” he said in a faintly accented
voice, shaking his head at the squeal of joy the vampire made at the news.
“So... when do I get to meet your little pet?”
“Oh
now... right now, it is time to do the spell, she is ready Montoya to serve
Lord Hades. She’ll make ever the most
powerful of enchantresses for him,” Dru replied an evil light glowing softly in
her eyes, as she grabbed his hand and particularly drug him down the hall
toward the master bedroom.
Once
in the room Montoya took the time to admire the little redhead laid out on the
bed, “she’s beautiful," Montoya said after a moment. “You’re a lucky
vampire.”
“Yes,
she is isn’t she?” Dru replied her game face coming forward was she stared at
her sleeping pet, eager to have Montoya do his spell so she can get back to
shagging her little tree. After the
spell she knew the redhead would be hers forever, even if the family did find
themselves in the service of the Master of the Underworld, she would still have
her pet at her side.
“She
will still have a heart beat you know and a soul... for the most part anyway.”
He cautioned her.
“But
it will not be overwhelming her like daddy’s does at the moment....she won’t be
fighting her darker impulses anymore like she does now,” Dru replied, already
seeing her little pet as she would be after the spell. ‘No more fearing my Spike...
no she’ll be ready and willing to play like a good little pet.’ Her demon
whispered forcibly, eager to get the family back together like they were
supposed to be.
“Very
well,” the sorcerer agreed, with a shake of his head. “You mentioned a mate for
her... will you be wanting the same spell?”
“Oh
yes! Willow-mine is such a good little pet; she needs her mate at her side...
they will so good together you'll see. You’ll have to watch them on their first
hunt together,” Dru said, after a moment watching the tall Spaniard prepare for
his spell. “And I will need it again later, there is another pet I may take,
but I am not sure at the moment.”
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The
raid on the lair came right before dawn catching most of Spike’s minions
unprepared as two enraged Slayers, a soulled vampire and the rest of the Scooby
Gang descended on the rundown mansion with the force of a typhoon. “Damn!”
Spike growled diving out of his bed, barely missing the wooden arrow that had
been aimed at his head. “Not good enough chubs,” he spat his yellow/gold eyes
zeroing in on his would be assassin standing in the open door of his room. As the mortal tried in vain to reload his
crossbow, the bleached blonde vampire dove for him eager to tear the dark
haired boy’s heart out.
As
the vampire slammed him into the wall, Xander fumbled with the cross he had
stuck in the waist band of his jeans, finally pulling it free and shoving it
into Spike’s face.
With
a howl of pain as the cross left its imprint on the side of his face, Spike
swung blindly at the mortal determined to kill the moron on way or
another. Knocking aside the cross,
Spike was about to snap his neck when he sensed the arrival of his sire, “We’re
not finished chubs... you are mine like the mutt was,” he taunted before
shoving the boy away from him into his approaching sire and taking off in the
opposite direction.
Scrambling
out from under Xander, Angel took off after his childe determined to end this
once and for all, only to make it outside of the lair as Spike’s Desoto tears
out of the driveway for parts unknown. Unwilling to give up just yet, the dark
vampire gave chase for a few blocks before Spike’s car accelerated out of
range. But the time he got back to the
lair, he found a shaken white-faced Xander leaning against a wall beside of an
open door. Stepping into the room he
found two grim-faced Slayers hovering over the battered form of one of the
teens they had come to rescue.
“Ti...
Tijuana,” Oz chocked out in an unsteady breath. “Dru took her there.... Spike
would gloat about it.” He said with as much force as he could muster, trying to
get them to go after his girlfriend before it was too late, before he passed
out.
“Fang...
you got a car... lets go,” Faith said rising to her feet determined to take the
battle to Mexico, she had a little unfinished business with Spike and that
nutty bitch of his. ‘Hang on Red... I'm coming,’ she said to herself, her eyes
hardening with resolve, ‘and you better be all right... or Blondie and his
bitch are going to be watching the sun rise together.’
“Faith!”
Turning
to face the other Slayer, “what, B? I’m
ready to travel now, just let me grab Xand-man’s crossbow and spare arrows...
me and Fang can be in Tijuana right behind Blondie if we leave now.” Faith said
wondering what the problem was.
“Really...
then what drive around until you see Spike's piece of junk parked outside of
the lair?” Buffy questioned, angry at the whole situation that allowed two of
their own to be kidnapped by a bunch of the undead, but mostly over the fact
she hadn’t of thought of going to Tijuana with Angel after Spike first.
“Besides... if he was smart he wouldn’t be heading for Tijuana... that’s the
first place Angel will look for him.”
“B! Thank about what you just said,” Faith
replied looking at the other Slayer like she had just lost her mind.
“Oh
yeah... this is Spike we’re talking about,” Buffy conceded after a moment,
running a hand through her hair, “Okay take off... go both of you... just bring
back Wills.”
“We’ll
even bring you back a t-shirt, something appropriate and dirty in Spanish,”
Faith said before ducking out the doorway to take possession of the crossbow
from the still white-faced Xander.
“I...
I’m going with you,” Xander said trying to regain some kind of control of
himself the image of walking into that room and finding Oz just hanging there
in one bloody mess forever burned into his mind, another terrible image
accompanying it, of his best friend in a similar state somewhere in Mexico,
being mercilessly tortured by a crazy female vampire.
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Drusilla
watched her little pet feel her way around the room trying to find the
vampire's location. Shortly after the
redhead had awakened from her nap, the vampire had blindfolded the girl telling
her they were going to play a new game.
If her pet could find her, the redhead could have anything she wanted
and from the look of lust in her little one’s green eyes, Dru just knew her pet
wanted to play some more in the waterfall.
The
waterfall, oh how the redhead loved to play in the water, always eager to do
just about anything as long as she ended up with Dru pounding into her under
the cascading water. Settling back into
the corner she had chosen to hide in while her pet searched for her, she noted
the slight changes in her little one.
The subtle change in the way the redhead carried herself an air of
confidence and grace flowing with each step.
'I'm going to have to get her some new cloths,' Dru thought absently,
knowing that it would be a bit difficult of her pet to do any hunting in the
nude. Well she could, but not without
getting distracted by her Spike, daddy, and mate. Those three tended to have only one thing on their minds, well
they will have once they got a good ‘taste’ of her little pet, of this she was
very sure.
Drusilla
was brought out of her thoughts of her pet playing with the three by a little
hand running up her side followed close by a compact body sliding against her
own. “Gotcha!” Willow purred running her hands up the vampire's torso enjoying
the feel of silk under her hands. “Can I keep you?” She whispered in a voice heavy with lust.
Grinning
evilly into the blindfolded upturned face, Dru took a moment to enjoy her pet's
arousal, “always and always Willow-mine,” she purred before taking the girl in
a breath stealing kiss. Pulling away
from her prize after a moment, “Spike is coming home and he’s bring daddy and
your mate with him. Would you like
that? Having a mate to share things
with?”
Chapter 5
Spike
arrived at the hacienda just after sunset the next day, only stopping once
along the way to give Montoya a ring to arrange his safe passage across the
border, refuel, and to grab a quick meal to help heal the burn mark across his
face. Even now his healing cheek
itched; he needing a bit more blood to finish the process but he didn't have
time to completely drain the convenient store attendant, where he had made his
phone call from, before hitting the road again. He knew his blasted sire and at least one of the Slayer twits was
coming after him, Montoya passing on the message from his beloved Dru. Apparently his dark goddess had seen it all
in one of her visions and had made preparations to welcome the great poof home. While he wasn’t sure what Drusilla had
planned he knew it would be lots of fun and probably full of pain for someone,
he couldn’t wait for it to begin.
Walking
into the quiet house, he barely registered the lone heartbeat before a small
compact body crashed into him sending him to the floor. Letting his game face
surface, Spike growled at the little redhead sitting on top of him staring at
him with eyes particularly burning with barely contained lust. “I caught him,
Dru... can I shag him now?” The naked little redhead asked grinding herself
against his crotch before tossing a look over her shoulder at the female
vampire.
“Hey! What am I... a piece of meat now?” Spike
demanded trying to throw Dru’s little pet off of him, but finding it difficult,
the girl suddenly seemed a lot stronger then she should be.
Turning
back to her prize, her eyes glowing faintly as she licked her lips, “Yes...
you’re my piece of meat... I caught you so I get to play.”
“We
get to play,” Dru corrected lowering herself down behind the redhead, her extra
weight ensuring that Spike wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Resting her chin on her pet’s shoulder, the
dark-haired vampire looked down at her mate's face and grinned evilly. “Make
him scream for us pet... make Spikey forget about that nasty burn for awhile.”
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Angel
pulled to a stop in front of Montoya’s townhouse silently cursing his decision
to trust the sorcerer, even if he didn’t have much choice in the matter. This was his territory, after all and the
magic-user was notorious for dealing harshly with those that offended him for
much less. No, if Angel wanted to get
anything done he would have to get Montoya’s permission. Beside him, Faith shifted uncomfortably
wanted to get out of the car and dust something. “Let me do the talking,
Montoya can...be difficult at times.” The dark vampire warned as the two
climbed out of his car.
“Yeah,
yeah... I promise not to look at any of the valuables too.” Faith grumbled, suitably
unimpressed with this sorcerer guy they had to see. “At least we left Xand-man
back in Sunnyhell, so we just may get out of here without having some enraged
father after us... unless you are going to start seducing some of the
senoritas.”
Shaking
his head at the rather one tracked mind the Slayer seemed to have, Angel
entered the building nodding absently to the large demon guarding the door,
recognizing him too late as one of Montoya’s henchmen that only appeared when
the magic-user had some dirty job that needed to be done. “It’s a trap!” Angel
yelled, as the door slammed closed behind the two and they were immediately
jumped from all sides.
Within
moments the two battered forms were dragged before the tall dark haired
Spaniard who regarded his captives with a faint smile. “Why?” Angel choked
trying to muster as much strength as he could to try for a break.
“It’s
nothing personal, Angelus.” Montoya said regarding the vampire and Slayer
calmly, “the Master wants you in his service... I am here to see that you join
him. Oh don’t worry you’re not going to
lose the soul....face it you are a complete bastard without it. You lacked direction in your unlife, killing
for sport and pleasure... such a waste of your energies. I am here to correct that little problem.”
“Faith
isn’t apart of this,” Angel growled trying to spare the Slayer whatever fate
Montoya had planned for him. From what
little he knew of the Spaniard’s master, Lord Hades tended to be a cold hard
ruler that expected his servants to obey him without question. Something that even as the soulless Angelus
he bucked against, no demon or god was the master of the Scourge of Europe.
“Oh
but she is... Drusilla has plans for her,” Montoya disagreed with cold eyes,
“but don’t worry when I'm done you aren't going to want her to leave your side
either.” He vowed before signaling his demon henchmen to knock out the two, he
had to deliver them to Drusilla.
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Spike
retracted his fangs from Willow’s neck with a happy little purr, his hands
running up and down the girl’s naked back.
He couldn’t believe the change in Dru’s little pet, gone was the shy
little thing that would cringe from him at but a glance. In her place a seductress that had literally
thrown him to the floor and screwed his brains out for the better part of an
hour, under the watchful eyes of his own dark princess. While he wasn’t sure what happened to her,
he wasn’t complaining, his demon screaming in the back of his mind to quit
thinking and get back to the shagging already, they had a lot time to make up
for. Only to be interrupted by the
arrival of several cars, “Goody... daddy’s home,” Dru cooed merrily her
yellow/gold eyes shining evilly. “Let’s get pet settled in... let her sleep for
a bit, then we can all play again.” She said gathering up her pet and
disappearing down the hall, a disheveled Spike trailing behind her wondering
what was going to happen next.
Angel
woke up with a faint pounding at the base of his skull, staring up into the
moonlit night. Trying to move he found
himself tied spread eagle to a tiled floor, raising his head he looked at his
feet, only to see a very naked and wet redhead rise up out of the pool.
“She’s
such a beautiful little pet, isn’t she?” a soft teasing voice asked, causing
Angel to swing his head to the right, his gaze automatically finding Drusilla
sitting in a lounge chair with a very naked Faith sitting quietly at her feet,
a fresh bite mark marring the Slayer’s neck.
“What
have you done to her?” Angel demanded struggling with the chains restraining
him, relaxing a little when his vampire hearing picked up two heartbeats. ‘At
least they are both human still,’ he silently thought, ‘for the moment anyway.’
“We
shagged... screwed like rabbits we did... for hours,” it was Willow who
replied, as she crawled up the length of the vampire’s prone body, her eyes
alight with lust and mischief. “We were going to wait for you... but you were
still unconscious,” she purred stopping at his crotch and giving the area a
playful lick. “My Faith... she does the most amazing things with her tongue...
you’re going to love it daddy. Simply love it.”
“Go
on pet... join your mate,” Dru encouraged the Slayer after hearing the girl’s low
growl at seeing Willow give Angel's crotch another lick. Immediately the dark
Slayer left the vampire's side bounding over to her mate happily. Angel could only watch helplessly as the two
girls kissed hungrily, his cock stirring at the erotic sight, even as he tried
to keep control of himself.
A
low growl getting his attention, as Faith literally hissed at him, “Mine!” the
Slayer growled, and Angel was certain he saw a set of fangs in her mouth.
“Play
nice pet,” Dru admonished, as her own mate, who had been talking with Montoya
about the ground rules the family was now living under, joined her.
Spike
settled himself comfortable in beside Dru in her lounge chair, his blue eyes on
his princess’s little pets as they began to play with the souled vampire. After a long talk with Montoya he learned
that Angel’s soul was permanent and the curse unbreakable, however they had
come up with another plan. This one to
merge his sire’s demon and soul into one being, while he wouldn’t be the old
Angelus who cared little for humans other then their value as food, he wouldn’t
be the cursed poof always trying to protect them. While he wasn’t quite sure how this was going to help, he was
willing to give it a try, anything was better then the cursed version of his
sire.
Willow
edged closer to her mate, pausing to lick Faith’s bite mark as one hand ran
down the Slayer’s arm her fingers intertwining with her mate’s. Guiding their adjoined hands, Willow
directed their caress of the vampire’s crotch, exploring the hardening shift
hidden by his pants.
“I
want to see him naked, babe,” Willow whispered against Faith’s neck, before the
Slayer turned her face and kissed her full on the lips.
With
one last kiss, Faith turned to the prone vampire, grinning evilly before
proceeding to shredding his cloths off his body with her bare hands. Angel flinched slightly as Faith’s nails cut
into his chest, ‘Faith doesn’t have nails!’ the thought run through his mind,
as he realized that she had cut him with a set of claws. Only to have all rational thought flee his
mind as a hand encircled his cock and squeezed him.
“Taste
him,” Faith said, as she ran her hand up and down his cock enjoying the feel of
it. “I want to see you suck him off... like you did to Spike.” She directed her eyes growling faintly as
she licked her lips. “Would you like
that Angel? Having my mate playing with
your cock and screwing you until dawn?”
“N-no
don’t do this,” Angel groaned even as he felt Willow’s tongue run up the base
of his aching cock, his demon trusting forward more then willing to play with
the two.
“Shut
up! You talk too much,” Faith growled
wrapping one hand around the vampire's throat and slamming his head back to the
floor. “Dru said we could play so you have to shut up and play.” She told him forcibly, lowering her head
until she was face to face with his demon. “You belong to us! Not Slutty or The Powers That Be! YOU BELONG TO US!” She growled before
thrusting her tongue into his mouth, taking him in a brutal kiss.
Angel
felt his demon howl with pleasure as the two girls played him, working him up
into a fevered pitch, until he was struggling with the chains holding him eager
to break free and do a little claiming of his own. While Willow rode him, bouncing happily on his cock, Faith made
him eat her, the Slayer taunting and teasing him with her juices until all
rational thought left him and he was reacting mostly out of instinct. As one the three moved, while Spike and Dru
entertained themselves, vowing to join the three later.
As
Angel was about to cum he felt a shift inside of him, a tugging and tearing at
the same time, as his demon and soul were forcible destroyed and recreated into
one being. He climaxed violently,
followed closely by Willow and Faith, who shared one last kiss before moving
off him. “Are you going to stay?” Willow asked him, curling up beside the sated
vampire, “or do we have to keep you tied up?”
“I’ll
stay kitten... why leave? I got you two
to play with,” Angel replied with a smirk, feeling at peace with himself for
the first time in centuries., his mind planning out the next time he shagged
the two. ‘Faith gets chained up... then Willow,’ he decided firmly, before
giving into the demand his body was making for sleep.
“You
think we should leave them there like that?” Spike asked moments later, zipping
up his own pants, smirking at the site of his sire still chained spread eagle
to the tiled floor of the inner courtyard with Dru’s pets cuddled up on either
side of him.
“Why
not? Daddy hasn’t seen the sunrise in
ever so long,” Dru replied with a laugh before dragging her mate off to bed to
do some more shagging. She had gotten
daddy back and her little pet now had her mate, what more could she want?
“Its
not funny,” Angel growled at his smirking childe as the two walked the streets
of Tijuana looking for their prey. It
wasn’t hard to figure out what Spike found so amusing, not after waking up four
days ago under a bright afternoon sun.
So he panicked a bit, age-old instincts taking over as he trying to flee
the sunlight, only not getting very far with Willow and Faith still sound
asleep on top of him and being chained down like he was. Spike seemed determined that he wouldn’t be
allowed to live it down, ‘Got to punish the boy,’ he told himself, his cock
stirring at the thought of dominating his favoured childe under that waterfall
Willow seemed so fond of. After
watching his princess shag both of her pets under that waterfall, Angel could
see why it appealed so much to the redhead.
Remembering pounding into the dark Slayer in that very pool after Dru
consented to allowing him to mark the girl as his own, the two of them watching
Dru and Spike introduce Willow to the pleasures of a whip.
In
all the five of them spent well over three days shagging and screwing all over
the house, but mostly found themselves drawn to the inner courtyard, something
about being able to be ‘outside’ during the day appealing to the three vampires
after so many centuries of living in the shadows. However they finally had to leave the hacienda after receiving a
visit from Montoya, apparently it was time the five started to earn their keep
for Hades. A demon had escaped the
underworld and had been preying upon innocent people, Lord Hades wanted the
creature back and was sending out his new servants to handle it. While a part of him resented that fact he
was now taking orders from anyone, another part was content. Finally the two sides of him were one and he
was back with his favourite childer and their little pets, truly an odd little
family but they were his and he was theirs, what more could he want?
Okay
maybe Xander Harris’ head on a silver platter, his mind going back to the faded
burn on Spike’s cheek the younger vampire still had when Faith finally decided
to untie him. Angel wanted to leave
then and there to return to Sunnydale to kill the mortal who dared to touch his
favourite
childe, but Faith’s very talented tongue had distracted him. ‘She truly is
talented with that tongue,’ he thought, his cock stirring once more as images
of Dru's pets mating ran through his mind.
Only to be brought out of his pleasant little fantasy by one of the
objects of his lust suddenly dropping down from a rooftop.
“Find
anything pet?” Spike asked the feral Slayer crouching before the two vampires,
his demon taking a moment to enjoy the sight of a Slayer bowing to him, before
pushing it aside. Faith belonged to Dru
and his sire, just as Red belonged to him and Dru, while it did tend to get
confusing at times, especially when both girls claimed Angel as theirs. He knew
the Slayer was off limits, hell he wasn’t even sure if she was even a Slayer
anymore. The dark haired girl becoming
a feral little killing machine after Montoya did his spell to make her immortal.
Apparently a side effect of the spell brought out a person’s true self, which
would explain his little Red’s behavior change, remembering waking up a few
times with the redhead stroking his cock and licking his chest. He really liked
getting woke up like that and it was even nice when it was his sire doing the
morning wake up calls.
“Yes.
Got him cornered in the building over there,” she said studying the two
vampires with glowing eyes eager to get the kill out of the way. “Dru says that
after we kill him that we can play.” She said giving the dark vampire a curious
look, knowing that she would have to get his permission as well to play with
anyone other then her mate. Not that
she was tired of her mate, she doubted she would ever be tired of Willow, but
it was nice to play with the others too.
“Yes
we can play,” Angel agreed stepping forward to take her face in his hands and
kissing her. “You and Willow get to
kill him... show Montoya your stuff for daddy and I’ll let you play with the
whip.” He directed, his game face coming forward as he smelled Faith’s arousal.
‘She always did get horny and hungry after patrol,’ he told himself as he and
Spike followed the Slayer to their prey.
Entering
the building that Faith had indicated, the two vampires join Dru and Montoya
who were watching the demon they had been searching for, be returned to the
underworld. “They’re getting stronger,” Spike noted watching the redhead open
the portal to send the demon back home, even as Faith closed in for the kill.
“Yes...
they are going to be very powerful for the master, make him proud he chose then
as his servants,” Dru said, her yellow/gold eyes watching her pets at work with
pride and lust. ‘Such good, powerful little pets... and they are mine.’
The End
Well,
should I kill this fic and put everyone out of their miseries or not?