To the Victor, Chapter 7
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maryperk73703Warning for Non-con sex. Angelus is not a nice guy!!
Chapter 7
Angelus slammed the door on his suite. His anger had swelled to epic proportions on his journey from Drusilla’s chambers. His childe was supposed to return to his side at command, but instead she had been insolent. Angelus’ eyes fell on his cowering slave who was chained spread eagle to the wall.
Cordelia Chase, former Sunnydale prom queen and all around queen bitch, whimpered in terror. She hated her ‘master’. She hated her father. In fact, she was sure he hated the whole damned world. Cordelia closed her eyes to block out the angry visage of the vampire that her father had sold her to when he lacked the money to cover his back taxes.
“Open your eyes, bitch,” Angelus growled. He gripped the slave’s face in his big hand. He had no idea what her name was, and frankly he didn’t give a shit either. “You will keep your eyes open when I’m about to fuck you.” He punctuated each word by hitting Cordelia’s head on the wall behind her.
Cordelia’s eyes popped open as the vampire’s hand slid down her body to roughly squeeze and twist her sensitive breasts. She gritted her teeth to hold back the moan that rose in her throat. She would die before she gave this animal the satisfaction of submitting to him, which was probably how she got herself into the situation she was in as it was. Cordelia was a strong willed girl, and she wasn’t going to be cowed no matter how much she hurt.
“Bitch.” Angelus hit the slave across the face as hard as he could. He growled in anger when she defiantly spit blood into his face. Angelus wiped the spittle off of his face, and he hit her again only this time in the stomach.
A groan escaped past Cordelia’s lips. While she was trying to catch her breath, the vampire loosened his pants, positioned his prick at the entrance to her womb, and he rammed himself inside. Cordelia could feel the dry tissues inside her rip and tear. She knew her blood was now easing the animal’s way within her body. Her back protested the rough treatment of being rubbed against the wall.
“Whore, who do you think you are?” Angelus thrust against the female. “Think you’re a fucking big shot do you? I’ll show you.” He continued to pound into the slave’s body until his prick erupted forth a stream of fluid.
Cordelia gave a silent sigh of relief. Maybe it was over for the evening. The vampire was like most males, and he usually fell asleep after sex. She didn’t relish being left chained to the wall, but she could handle that.
Angelus tucked his deflated member back into his pants. He sniffed in disdain at the woman. “Stupid slut. Defying me like you are.” He suddenly raised his knee, and he slammed it into the slave’s crotch. “I’ll get some noise out of you if it’s the last thing I do.”
Cordelia felt the air leave her lungs in a whoosh when the vampire’s knee connected with her abused private parts. She was completely trapped, unable to do anything to escape Angelus’ rage. He punched, kicked, slapped, and scratched at her flesh until she could feel the darkness threatening to overwhelm her.
Angelus unchained the bleeding bitch from the wall. He was sick of inferior merchandise. He dragged Cordelia to the door of his suite, opened the door, and shoved the injured woman into the hallway. Angelus didn’t even think about draining her. In his eyes she wasn’t worth such a privilege.
Cordelia stumbled towards the wall opposite Angelus’ suite. She heard the door close behind her as she collapsed to the floor. Just before the darkness claimed her, she heard slowly approaching footsteps.
Xander watched as Angelus thrust his slave out into the hallway and slammed the door behind her. She was naked, covered with blood and bruises, and almost unconscious. Xander slowly approached the girl in case it was some kind of trap. When Angelus’ door stayed closed, he kneeled down next to her.
Xander realized that the woman had passed out. He brushed the hair out of her face, but the bruising made identifying her almost impossible. She was quite skinny and looked malnourished. Xander carefully picked the woman up. He figured that she would be more comfortable with a woman examining her. The witches were busy, he knew. So, that left Anyanka Giles. Xander started off down the hall towards the Giles’ suite.
Xander kicked the door of the Giles’ suite with one foot. The woman in his arms moaned as he shifted her into an easier holding position.
“Be right there.” Anyanka’s voice said from within the room. In a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal a petite blond haired woman. She gasped when she saw Xander and the contents of his arms. “What happened?”
“Angelus happened,” Xander growled. “Spike told me to keep an eye on him. When I got to his room, he threw her out.” He brushed past Anya. “Willow and Tara are busy helping Trick with his humans tonight.”
“She needs to be cleaned up.” Anya closed the door, and she hurried towards the bathroom. “While I’m doing that order some tea and broth from the kitchen. She looks like she hasn’t eaten in a coon’s age.”
Xander nodded his agreement. He carried the woman into the bathroom where he stood quietly waiting for Anyanka to fill the tub with warm, soapy water. When she indicated she was ready, he gently slid the hurt female into the water. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”
“That’d be great.” Anyanka moved towards the tub. She glanced at Xander. “You did well, Xander. You saved her life.”
Xander shrugged. “I always ask myself ‘what would Buffy do’, and she wouldn’t leave anyone to die.”
The woman moaned in pain. The water had revived her enough that she was no longer unconscious. She could hear voices talking, and to her relief neither one was Angelus. She opened her blackened eyes the best she could. She realized she didn’t know who the woman was, but she recognized the man. “Xander Harris?” she rasped through swollen lips. “Haven’t seen you since graduation.”
“Cordelia?” Xander’s jaw dropped as he realized why he thought he knew Angelus’ slave. It was Cordelia Chase, most popular girl at Sunnydale High, and his secret crush for most of his high school career.
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“Hi, Charles,” Faith said shyly.
Gunn gave a sideways glance at Spike before he stepped forward. “You look beautiful, Faith.”
“Thanks, so do you… I mean you look very handsome.” Faith had never felt so flustered in all her life. She was always the cool one that took the bull by the horns, or in this type of situation the man by the cock.
“Let’s leave these two alone to get better acquainted.” Buffy moved to Spike’s side. “They don’t need us to watch their every little move.”
“I agree, my pet. Let’s retire to your room.” Spike smirked down at his mate. “Watching you hunt always makes me horny.” He pulled her towards the bedroom. He called back over his shoulder, “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.”
Once Spike and Buffy were inside the bedroom of the Slayer’s suite, Spike trapped Buffy against the door with his body. He pressed his burgeoning hard-on into her soft, pliant body. “Have I told you how much your huntin’ turns me on, my pet?”
Buffy’s giggles turned into a groan when Spike’s mouth moved to her neck. “Not since the last time I used the maze, Master.”
“I guess I need to arrange more hunts then,” Spike spoke into the flesh of Buffy’s throat. He growled in delight when she shivered, and a fresh wave of feminine arousal perfumed the air. “On your knees, Slayer.”
Buffy slid down to the floor. Above her, Spike braced his hands against the door in anticipation of the delightful feel of her hot mouth on his cock. Buffy found her face level with Spike’s crotch. She licked her lips, ready to see to her mate’s pleasure.
Buffy unsnapped the button fly jeans, and she hooked her fingers in the waistband to tug them down over his ass and hips. She let out a sigh of satisfaction when his silky, soft erection slapped her in the face. Even after all this time, Buffy was amazed at how she affected her vampire. He could have anyone he wanted in the world, and yet, he had chosen her, even before she had been Chosen.
Spike reached one hand down to touch Buffy’s hair. There were times when he couldn’t believe how insecure his beautiful girl was. He had never told her, because he never wanted to cause her pain, but he had made sure that her pillock father had understood just what he had abandoned.
Buffy looked up at her mate, and she smiled. He took such good care of her, and she always returned the favor. She took his cock in one hand as she covered the spongy, weeping head with her mouth. Without thought to herself, she took his long, fat length into her mouth until her nose was buried in his curls. She stayed in this position, swallowing around the crown of his prick, until air was an issue. Buffy was completely delighted by the groans of ecstasy that spilled from Spike’s mouth.
Spike remained still to let Buffy bring him off. All the blowjob would really do was bring him enough relief from his arousal to prepare her properly for what he had planned for the evening. He let his head fall forward, and he watched as her pretty, pink lips stretched to accommodate his cock. Her bright, green eyes watched his face.
Buffy was delighted when Spike spilled his seed into her mouth within seconds. It meant that he had other things in mind, and this was just the appetizer, no pun intended. Buffy swallowed all that his prick spilled forth. When he was done, she licked him clean. Then, she patiently waited for his next command.
“Go get naked, Slayer,” Spike growled. “Assume the position you know I like.”
“Yes, Master.” Buffy’s eagerness level skyrocketed. The position! He asked for the position. Her body fairly quivered in anticipation.
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