To the Victor, Chapter 3

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We learn the traitors punishment, among other things.

Chapter 3

"Prepare the wanker for the maze," Spike instructed Harris and Gunn. "The girls wanna have fun."

"No!" Warren screamed. "The little bitch wanted it. She came on to me!"

"That's funny, traitor," Faith jeered. "Considering everyone here knows that Tara prefers the fairer sex, that defense won't hold up."

"I want a trial in front of my peers," Warren whined. He still held on to the vestiges of human society which didn't apply in vampire society.

"Don't worry. When we're done with you, you'll be among your peers," Gunn snarled as Harris and he dragged Warren to his feet.

"Master, Mistress." Faith bowed to Spike and Buffy. "I'll go prepare the weapons for our demonstration. After this, no one..." She glanced at Angelus with disgust. "... will doubt your power."

"Thank you, pet." Spike waved a hand in dismissal.

All those present watched as the dark-haired Slayer sauntered out of the hall followed by the two male vampires dragging Meers between them. A sigh of disappointment was heard from quite a few of the males present, and some of the females too. Faith was a sensual woman who oozed confidence and sex appeal.

"Another mouthy slave, eh, William?" Angelus sneered.

"Just lucky that way, I guess," Spike replied in an unconcerned tone.

"Master Spike, I need to speak to you." A petite woman covered from head to toe in a dark blue cloak pushed through the crowd. She fell to her knees in front of the vampire, and she waited for him to tell her to rise.

"Mina, my dear." Spike waved his hand at the woman. "Rise, and tells us what you've learned."

Mina rose to her feet, and she pulled the cloak's hood from her head. "Master Spike, I bring you greetings from the Clan Romanov. They have agreed to your terms and have surrendered without a fight." She turned and waved towards the door. She hesitated when she saw Draconis, but quickly recovered. "A gift for you."

Draconis kept a tight rein on his emotions when he saw the identity of the woman. He drank in the sight of his ex-lover. When she had uncovered her hair, he could almost feel what it had been like to touch it. With Mina's movements, Draconis could see glimpses of a collar that told of her ownership by Spike's slave girl. It had taken a long time for him to get over her leaving him. Seeing Mina now made Draconis wonder if she really had really snuck away in the dead of night like he was told, or if someone had 'helped' her.

Three beautiful dark-skinned women entered the great hall. They all prostrated themselves in front of Spike.

"This is Kendra, Olivia, and Rona, Master Spike. Count Romanov sent them to make up for the time it will take him to retrieve a proper tribute." Mina bowed her head to Spike. "Kendra is a magnificent dancer, schooled in many forms of the art. Rona is a first class masseuse while Olivia is a talented artist. Her pencil portraits were quite popular with the Romanovs."

Spike looked the women over. "Anyanka, Fred darling." Spike snapped his fingers. "Find our newest gifts jobs that will take advantage of their skills."

"Yes, Master Spike." A short, pretty blond woman and a tall, lanky woman bowed to the vampire. Then they bowed to Buffy. They took the three women away.

"Can we get down to business now?" Angelus growled.

"I've been conducting mine, Peaches." Spike returned to his chair. "Can't help it if it ain't your business."

"Your rules are ridiculous," Angelus sneered. "As your superior, I demand that you give me the respect that I'm entitled to."

"That would be none." The Master rose to his feet. "You are entitled to nothing because you've earned nothing."

"You will not be giving William orders in his own home," Darla told her childe. "When you've brought glory instead of disgrace to the clan, you can give orders." She swept out of the room with her slave.

Lindsey gave Angelus a smirk as he followed his beautiful Mistress. He had great plans involving the blond vampiress, and none of them included having Angelus back in the picture. Luckily for Lindsey, the vampire wasn't endearing himself to anyone.

"Your slave is in your quarters, Heinrich," Spike said to the Master. "The witches checked her over." He snapped his fingers at a red-haired woman. "Willow, the report."

"Master Aurelius." Willow bowed to the elder vampire. "Lilah and the child are in excellent health. I think she will give birth within the week."

"Then, it is quite fortuitous that we came to visit then, isn't it?" The Master gave the witch a fang filled grin. "I must see to the mother of my child." He gave Spike a small nod and Angelus a sneer before he departed.

Angelus waited until the head of the clan left before he said scornfully, "The old Master's getting senile. Maybe it's time for some new leadership."

"You're cruisin' for some hurtin' with that kinda talk," Spike snarled. He stood, waited for Buffy to join him and they left the great hall followed by Mina, Willow, and a quiet, shy girl who kept her head down.

Angelus growled at Spike's easy dismissal of him. He jerked his own slave girl to her feet, and he signaled to Lawson. It was time to go to his quarters where he could take some of his frustrations out on his slave girl.

Draconis watched as Mina followed Spike out of the great hall. He rose to his feet to follow. He really wanted to talk to her.

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Faith spit on Warren's naked, bleeding body. He'd awaken in a few hours perfect for the Slayer's to hunt. Never again would he hurt a girl. Even if he miraculously survived the maze, his vital parts had been removed. Something that Warren hadn't realized was that Tara hadn't been the only witness against him. One of the pleasure slaves, a girl named Katrina, had identified him as her attacker.

Spike's pleasure slaves were some of the best in the demon world because he never forced the girls to have sex. They all enjoyed and wanted it. So, when one of them was abused, justice was quick and severe for the perpetrator.

"I need to wash this filth's stench off my skin," Harris grimaced. He sniffed his arm.

"What are you complaining about?" Gunn smacked Harris. "I was the one that had to suck his blood. Next time, you get to do the turning."

"Gee thanks, Rifle."

"Don't call me that, white boy."

"Gentlemen, that's enough." Faith chuckled at the vampires' antics. To outsiders the two didn't seem like they would be friends. One was a black street kid from Los Angeles, and the other a white military boy from Sunnydale. Somehow, they made it work.

"Don't be a spoilsport, Slayer," Gunn grumbled.

"You need to get laid," Harris told the girl.

"Just because I don't boink everything that moves," Faith shot in return. "Doesn't mean I need to get laid."

"Sure thing, Faith," Gunn chuckled. "Why don't you get the weapons laid out while Harris and I clean up?"

"Gotcha." Faith gave the vamp a thumbs up. "You better pick out your companions for the night. B and I might want to play long and hard with this one." She sauntered out of the room on her way to the armory.

Gunn and Harris locked the door when they left. Having the prey escape wouldn't look good. They were on their way to the pleasure slave quarters when they came across Angelus kicking his downed slave girl. The two younger vampires watched the cruelty for a moment before they continued on their way. It wasn't any of their business what Angelus did with his slave.

Harris looked back over his shoulder. Something about the girl called out to him, and she seemed familiar somehow, beneath the blood and pain. It appeared that Angelus had forgotten a few meals for his slave. Of course, it could have been to keep her weakened.

"I think that vamp's gonna be trouble," Harris said under his breath.

"Yea, I think so too." Gunn nodded.

"I didn't like how he looked at Mistress Buffy," Harris continued. "We need to keep an eye on the bastard."

"Agreed." Gunn stepped into the hallway that led to the pleasure slaves' quarters. He wondered if Harmony would be available. Blonds weren't his type, but he needed to hide the direction of his true affections. Buffy might accept a vampire lover, but Gunn wasn't so sure that Faith would.

"You know, Faith always picks that Robin guy from the male pleasure slaves," Harris said slyly. Despite his teasing of the Slayer, he knew she had sex on a regular basis. "Maybe she's trying to give you a hint."

Gunn gave Harris the finger before he said in a scornful voice, "You have a screw loose, white boy. That just says the Slayer likes her men warm."

"Enjoy the swim." Harris shook his head with a laugh. He sauntered off to find a girl that would strike his fancy.

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Across the castle, in the master suite, Buffy pulled a robe over her nude body. She turned and stared at the bleached blond vampire lounging on the bed. "He's gonna cause problems," she stated. The 'he' she meant was clear in her voice.

"I know, kitten," Spike sighed. He climbed to his feet. "I'm doubling the guards on the children."

"Thank you, Master," Buffy replied. "Have I told you today how glad I am that I belong to you?"

"Yes, but tell me again, my pet." Spike motion Buffy over to the bed.

"Oh yes, Master." Buffy laid down, and then she pulled the vampire down beside her. "I remember the first time I had your cock in my pussy." Her eyes fluttered shut in remembrance.

"You were such an eager little pet," Spike whispered. He stroked the side of Buffy's face with his finger, and he trailed it down her throat to where the robe gapped open to expose her golden skin.

"Yes, I was, Master." Buffy shivered with arousal. "You were so magnificent that I wanted to please you in any way you desired. To have you fill me with your come."

"And I have, over and over, my pet." Spike pulled Buffy's robe open to expose her pert, rose-tipped breasts. "Then came the day you became the Slayer."

"We fucked for hours."

"Only thing better than killing a Slayer." Spike moved to suck on the Slayer's breasts.

Despite both the vampire's and the Slayer's arousal, they didn't take it any farther. Spike laid his head against Buffy's chest to listen to her heartbeat. Buffy needed to rest before entering the maze to hunt the traitor. It would be an excellent demonstration of Spike's power.

I love you, Spike, Buffy thought to her lover.

I love you too, my pet, Spike returned the sentiment.

"Daddy, Mama." Two little bodies raced across the room, and they flung themselves onto the bed.

"William, Tasha, how are my babies?" Buffy cuddled her twins close to her body.

"We're just fine, Mama," Tasha, the more outgoing of the two, replied. "I decided what we want for our birthday."

"Oh yeah, pumpkin?" Spike rubbed Tasha's hair.

"We want a baby brother and sister."

"Natasha!" Buffy smothered a chuckle."Your birthday's only a few weeks away. I seriously doubt your father and I can come up with that little gift."

"Oh, alright." Tasha pouted. "Then, I want a Barbie playhouse and William wants a poetry book." She rolled her eyes to express her opinion of her twin's choice in presents.

"I like to read," William said in soft voice. "Daddy said it was okay.

"So I did, squirt." Spike reached out to tug one of his son's curls. He wondered how he ended up with such a bright little boy. "Now, your mama needs some rest. Why don't you go play?"

"But, Daddy, I don't want to." Tasha pouted some more, her lower lip quivering.

"Bird's gonna come along and poop on that lip, pumpkin." Spike tapped said lip. "Now don't give me an excuse to ban your dessert tonight.

Tasha huffed loudly, knowing that she wouldn't be able to convince her father to let them stay. "Yes, Daddy. Do you think Papa Giles can come tell us a story?"

"Don't see why not. Now off with you." Spike put Tasha on her feet, and he gave her bottom a pat.

After William and Tasha left the room, Spike cuddled up to Buffy.

"Tasha has a good idea," Buffy said. "I love being pregnant with your children."