What You're Missing (1/1)
Authors: ~Talion & Sylina
Disclaimer: We do not own it if you recognize it!!!
RATING: NC-17 in a serious way... this gets really ugly!!!
Notes: This is what Sy and I did last night... we had a one-person audience. We'd love more people to perform for. *Pout* Sy, was Buffy and I(Tali) was Angelus. Anyway, I ask that you give me lean way I've only been a dom 3 times previously in RP, and I'm not very good. So if I misplayed Angelus I'm very sorry.
{} Denotes thought!
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<NARRATOR> The soulless vampire Angelus has captured our heroin, Buffy Summers, The Slayer. He has taken her away from her friends and family. As our scene opens Buffy is awaking for the first time since she has been taken.
<NARRATOR> Our young slayer is kneeling at the foot of a large bed, her hands cuffed behind her back, and a thick collar is around her neck. Angelus enters in leather pants and a silver silk shirt, open because of the lack of buttons.
* Angelus1 smirks, "Well, good... evening lover. Nice of you to join me."
* Angelus1 struts over to the kneeling Buffy. Clipping a silver chain to the thick leather collar. "Too tight, 'pet'?"
* Buffy1 jerks her hands behind her back and looks up angrily. "What the hell is this?"
* Buffy1 snaps, "I'm waiting. What the fucking hell is this and where am I?"
* Angelus1 grinds his jaw, and backhands her hard. Buff jerks back, but is yanked forward by his hold on the chain.
<Angelus1> I don't think you're in any position to be making demands lover.
* Angelus1 pulls the chain causing Buffy to fall face first into the carpeting. He holds her down with his boot between her shoulders.
<Angelus1> In fact, if I were you, I'd learn real fast how to hold my tongue.
* Buffy1 spits and turns her head to the side, spitting out carpet taste.
<Buffy1> When I get my hands on you I'm going to stake you... and I'll do it without a second thought!
* Angelus1 laughs low, rumbling. With vampiric agility he yanks her up by her hair. "Right... that's assuming I *let* you think."
<Angelus1> Learn now, Buff... I own you. I let you eat, sleep, breath... hell
I let you piss. As of right now, I am your master.
* Buffy1 laughs scornfully. "Yeah right. You forget I'm the slayer."
* Buffy1 glares at him hatefully and spits in his face. "You'd better fucking let me go."
* Angelus1 smiles his face seeming happy and purely angelic. "And you forget
Buffy," Wipes the spit from his face with her hair. Then vamps snarling in her face. "I'm not ANGEL!" He hollers, throwing her across the room.
* Angelus1 picks up the fallen slayer, unlocking the cuffs he quickly manicals her to the high beams in the room.
<Angelus1> Love don't live here any more, sweets. *he walks away, stripping his shirt* Maybe you need to be taught respect...
* Angelus1 lifts up a riding crop. "My father, god fearing bastard that he was always said, 'spare the rod... spoil the child' I think you're main problem is that you just never got spanked enough."
<Angelus1> Lets see if we can fix that... *walks toward her, the crop trailing on the dusty stone floor. *
* Buffy1 's eyes open wide and stare at the crop. "Angelus.... this is crazy.
You're crazy. I mean, I knew you were bad, but this...." {At least give me a fucking fighting chance!}
* Buffy1 kicks at him when he gets near, hitting him full in the face with her foot.
* Angelus1 backhands her with a balled fist. "I'm bleeding..." Shakes his head, and sighs...
* Angelus1 gently places the riding crop on the bed. "Fine." Kneeling he quickly locks her ankles in heavy steal manicals.
* Angelus1 stands and whispers, as he reaches for the crop. "Remember, this hurts me, more then it hurts you..."
* Angelus1 lets the riding crop fly, striking her as hard as he can... and grins at the long red welt on her ass. "On second thought, Na...."
* Buffy1 cries out and spits out, "What second thought?"
* Angelus1 listens with his eyes closed to the sounds of the crop fling threw the air, meeting with her ripe young flesh, and then to her cries.
<Angelus1> On second thought... this doesn't hurt me in any way at all. *he shrugs*
* Angelus1 moves in front of Buffy, after a few more swats. "Ready to behave?" His hand caresses her right breast, fingers lightly tweaking the hard nipple.
* Buffy1 stiffens and gasps softly, "You'll never...you'll never control me. I won't let you. I am the Slayer after all...and your thinking that you can do this to me is just fucking stupid."
* Angelus1 growls, eyes flashing gold. Sadly he shakes his head, then the crop lashes out catching her left breast, as his grip on the right tightens.
<Angelus1> Buffy, Buffy... Buffy... You're only making things harder on you....
* Angelus1 leans in licking and suckling the right nipple. "We can either do this the nice way..."
* Angelus1 shifts his face again, and bites into the breast, drinks a bit, then looks at her, with her blood on his face. "Or the not so nice way..."
* Buffy1 shudders and lets out a low scream of pain, clenching her fists forcefully. "Oh god! Angel!" She chokes out a sob and begins to cry as her body betrays her, becoming ever so more aroused. He can smell it now, and she knows it, and it scares her.
* Angelus1 snarls. "BITCH!
* Angelus1 lashes out, the crop forgotten, his fist connects with her ribs, cracking two at least.
<Angelus1> I am not fucking, Angel.
* Angelus1 backhands Buffy, cracking her lip. His mouth devours hers lapping at the blood.
* Angelus1 kisses his way down her throat. "Who am I Buffy?" He cleans the blood from her breast. "Say *MY* name..."
* Buffy1 shudders, angry now, knowing that he's working her. Knowing that she's losing this fight. Fighting her arousal, fighting the need to give in, she spits, "Son of a bitch bastard...who do you take me for? If I do that...then it's over...I'm not giving in....I will never give in!" She cringes at the pain in her lip and ribs and shudders out another sob. "I'll NEVER call your name."
* Angelus1 growls, punching the other ribs, breaking one. Yanking back on her hair, "You will call my name, little Slayer..."
* Angelus1 kisses his way down her face, starting at her temple, the grip on her hair belying his actions. "And you'll call my name out, in the height of your passion..."
* Angelus1 bites down hard on her other breast. "Because if you call another man's name out as long as I let you live... you'll know what *real* pain is."
* Buffy1 jerks away. "You can hurt me all you want.... bring me to the brink of death...but you can't make me give in...no one can force that name out but me...." She cries out and shudders into a powerful orgasm....and then begins crying even harder, lost in her pain and need.
* Angelus1 laughs, "All I have to do is drink from your sorry ass and you cum."
* Angelus1 removes the manicals from about her wrists. From behind her Angelus shoves his boot toe into the backside of Buffy's knee, causing her to fall.
* Angelus1 quickly chains the leash around the foot of the large bed, causing Buffy to sit on all fours. "Good bitch." Angelus smiles as her pats her head.
* Buffy1 snarls angrily. "You fucking piece of pond scum....I hate you. The day you make me open up my mouth and call you Angelus, or my master, will be the day I fucking die."
<Angelus1> Such harsh language my little whore... *he kicks her hard in her purpling ribs*
* Angelus1 kneels on a thick fur covering the cold stone just behind the slayer. Licking and nipping he kisses her red sore ass. "If I remember correctly Lover, you didn't cum when 'Angel' bit you."
<Angelus1> What would Angel think if he knew that *I* could make you do that?
*tsking he spreads the red globes of her ass and licks the puckered opening*
* Buffy1 jerks, and farts in his face purposefully. "Not like you'll LET him say anything...you piece of shit....leave me alone! You won't ever get what you want out of me this way."
* Angelus1 laughs. "I always did enjoy your 'spunk'." Then with out warning his hand smacks her already sore ass.
<Angelus1> Buffy, didn't your mother ever teach you it's not lady like to not have control of your bodily movements. *each word was punctuated with another smack. *
* Buffy1 cries out and then jerks with the force of each slap. Her body betrays her even more and she feels wet again already. "How..how can I control it?! I hate this...I fucking hate myself..." She bites her lip and falls silent. "You won't get it out of me. I swear. I'll NEVER call you by those names."
* Angelus1 smiles evilly, "Your already so close little Slayer..." His hand snakes down dipping into her dripping folds.
* Angelus1 enters two then three fingers.
* Buffy1 moans softly and then quickly, bites her lip, forcing it back, making her lip bleed. "Damn!"
* Angelus1 grins with feline delight, smoothly he enters a fourth finger, and kisses a blue and green bruise on her bottom.
<Angelus1> Does it feel good Buffy?
* Buffy1 moans and spits, "No!" It's more of a command to herself than it is an answer.
* Angelus1 glares, vamping. "Really?" His hand slides back, and forcefully he adds his thumb to the group now shoving their way into her vaginal entrance.
<Angelus1> Is that better, Lover?
* Buffy1 snarls, "Hell fucking no! Get your fucking hand out of my ass or I'm going to break these things and STRANGLE YOU WITH THEM!"
<Angelus1> Ass, lover? *he chuckles low and rumbling* This isn't your ass Buffy... did you fail anatomy too?
* Angelus1 removes his hand and unzips and enters her ass in one clean thrust.
* Angelus1 grunts and begins to move in rapid thrusts. "That's your ass, lover!"
* Buffy1 cries out with the pain and snaps, "It was a stupid mistake! Okay! Get the fucking hell OUT! NOW!" She screams with the next painful thrust, and then breaks down crying. "Angelus, please...."
* Angelus1 slows down... "What was that, Lover?" he purrs. Leaning down across her back caressing her breast with one hand.
* Buffy1 shudders when she realizes what she just said. "I...I can't believe I fucking said that...goddamit, I am suck a fricking idiot!" She snarls and pushes his hand away.
* Angelus1 growls angry now, he grips her hips, his fingers digging bruises into her sides. He thrusts forcefully. "Bitch. What's done is done. You said it. You lose."
* Buffy1 cries out and moans painfully. "Please! Just...please...."
<Angelus1> Please what, Buff? *His thrusts slow, and become long drawn out. *
* Angelus1 licks the sweat off her spine... "do you want to cum?" He gives one quick hard thrust, before resuming his slow pace. "You know what you have to do..."
* Buffy1 reaches for something to grab onto, to hold, to clench fitfully, and she finds nothing... "I will when I'm ready to....whenever I'm ready I will..." Another painful thrust, harder than before. She jerks, moans as she is lost in her pain, and chokes back a sob. "Angelus! Please!"
* Angelus1 laughs, growling. "Poor little slayer." Angelus removes himself from her ass.
* Angelus1 turns Buffy laying her on her back, her wrists cross and her arms are pulled strait, as he legs spread eagle on the cold floor.
* Angelus1 licks the sweat from her heaving breasts. Entering her weeping center. "Say it again, Sweety." He thrusts slowly, brushing her swollen clit with each movement of his hips.
* Buffy1 moans and cries out with forced passion as she comes all around him.
"Angelus! Oh god...please...Angelus..."
* Angelus1 growls his pleasure, quickening his pace.
* Angelus1 's eyes grow cold as they lock with Buffy's. His head falls and they kiss tongues fighting the same fight they have been. Dominance.
* Angelus1 wins again. His sharp fangs sink into Buffy's fleshy tongue. He comes in several hard thrusts and spurts, as he swallows the sweet ambrosia of her blood.
<Angelus1> Mine.
<Angelus1> I own you Slayer.
<Angelus1> You. Are. Mine.
* Angelus1 punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips.
* Buffy1 cries out, "Angelus....please...oh god...please...Angelus!" She cries with the rhythm of the thrusts. "Angelus!"
* Buffy1 cries out again, and the next thrust sends her into a powerful orgasm...the third that night. She collapses into a fitful sleep, his name on her lips. "Angelus...."
* Angelus1 smoothes back the sweat-drenched tendrils of her golden hair. "Shh... shhh, Baby." He kisses her throat, still in game face. "I'm right here... Angelus is right here.
<NARRATOR> Angelus unchains the still shuddering form of the slayer. Gently, so not to wake her, he cleans her. Re cuffing her hands, he lays her at the end of his bed, on the thick bearskin.
<NARRATOR> He stokes the fire, and shucks his leather pants. Kneeling he chains the silver leash to the footboard of his bed. He kisses her lips and crawls into his own bed, as the sun crests the horizon.
<NARRATOR> Just before drifting off, Angelus rises. Taking the flannel blanket off an overstuffed chair, he drapes it over the slightly shivering form of his slayer.
End