Broken by Claim

Authors: Talion as Angelus; Sylina as Buffy

Disclaimer: You know... we don't own it.

RATING: NC-17; SERIOUS SHIT HERE, FOLKS.

Notes: {} denotes thought. Thanx, Emma for the title. I'm braindead, here...

<NARRATOR> When we last left our story, both Angelus and Buffy were sound asleep, in Angelus' bed.

<NARRATOR> The large cherry wood double queen is set up only 3 yards from the fireplace that dominates the large, windowless room.

<NARRATOR> The room is nothing more then what appears to be a large stone dungeon. Large wooden rafters cross the ceiling.

<NARRATOR> At the foot of the bed is a polar bear fur, on which Buffy previously slept.

<NARRATOR> A stuffed black velvet armchair is set before the fireplace, next to it is a matching love seat.

<NARRATOR> Off to the side of the bed is a long cherry wood dining table, with a chair at the head and to the right.

<NARRATOR> two doors were on the wall directly across from the bed.

<NARRATOR> One had no handle, just a lock. It was large and made of dark worn looking timers.

<NARRATOR> The other is a'jar where the toilet and a sink are located.

<NARRATOR> Angelus is up already and has had a huge victorian tub brought in to the room, the furniture has been moved aside and the tub is in front of the fire, half full of water so hot it's gray with steam.

<NARRATOR> Buffy is sleeping, under the satin black comforter embroidered with Angelus' tattoo in silken silver thread. The sheets and pillowcases are also satin and silver.

<NARRATOR> Angelus is sitting in the chair, sipping blood from a crystal goblet, his eyes watching Buffy's sleeping form.

* Buffy_ slowly wakes, opening her eyes. She sits up and looks around, and sees Angelus watching her. Her hair falls over her breast and lets a pebbled nipple peek out, beckoning to his eyes. Without saying a word, she throws the covers back and lets him look at her body. She starts to move forward, but the slack in the chain pulls straight, causing her to fall back. She looks at Angelus, helpless, and feeling herself grow wet again. {Damn this helplessness...damn it! I hate this...}

* Angelust smiles, and sips his blood. "Morning, Little One..." He shakes his head when the leash stops her. "No one said you could get up, lover."

* Angelust stands... "Ask my permission." He starts for the bed, leaving his glass on a small side table. "Tell me what you need... and then ask for it. Better yet... BEG."

* Buffy_ glances away, taking a deep breath. "Will it kill you if I go piss? Huh?"

* Buffy_ snaps, "Fine, may I go pee? I need to use the bathroom, almighty Angelus. Is that good enough?!"

* Angelust snarls. "Piss on my sheets and you'll lick them clean. He slaps her across the face.

<Angelust> If I were you I'd learn some manners fast. *he steps back, contemplating her form* Ask again. Properly.

* Buffy_ touches her face where he slapped her and shivers. Finally, after a moment, she whispers, "May I please go pee?"

* Angelust smiles down at her. Reaching for the leash, he unclips it from the headboard and leads her from the bed.

* Buffy_ follows him quietly as he leads her into the bathroom. She takes her piss and once she's relived, without asking, plops down to shit too and ignores the raising of his eyebrow. "Why do you do this to me? I never wanted this."

<Angelust> Yes you did Buff. You've always wanted it... why do you think you choose the ensouled shit to try and mate with.

* Buffy_ snaps, "I was with him because I loved him! I DON'T LOVE you!"

* Angelust slaps so hard she falls off the toilet and hits her head on the corner of the sink.

<Angelust> No, you were with him, because you thought he had a pretty face and a nice body.

* Buffy_ raises my head painfully and spits, "That's a lie and you know it...you hate him because HE loved me..."

* Angelust yanks her up by her bloodied hair. "You stayed with him, because you knew what he was and that one day he'd control you..."

* Buffy_ lashes out and kicks him back away from her, yanking the leash from his hands. "I NEVER WANTED THIS! Get it through your assfucking HEAD! I DIDN'T want this! I don't know why the hell I always come! I don't know! I HATE IT!!!"

<Angelust> It's every where... all the signs... if you weren't such a bitch I bet he would have.

* Angelust yanks hard on the leash. "Bitch." He pulls her up and out of the bathroom. "You don't want to cum, fine by me." He chains her up and starts for the tub alone. "You want to stay dirty and hungry, well that's fucking fine by me too!"

* Buffy_ stares at him in shock and watches him undress in front of the tub. "Angelus...please..."

* Angelust turns... "Yes?" Smiles maliciously. "NEED something, Bitch?"

* Buffy_ whimpers under his glare. "I..please don't leave me alone...."

* Angelust glances at Riley hanging limply, his arms obviously out of socket. "You're not alone Buff." He turns back to the tub, testing the water. "Perfect. Besides... I don't have an where to be."

* Angelust looks at her expectantly. "Anything else?"

* Buffy_ sighs and turns her head away, feeling his ravaging glare. "Will you please let me take a bath with you?"

* Angelust sighs for show. He pretends to deliberate, shifting his weight to one foot.

* Buffy_ sighs. "Please Angelus?"

<Angelust> I guess you are kind of foul looking...

* Angelust wrinkles his nose.... "You smell worse then some of Druscilla's birds!"

* Angelust shrugs, "If you promise... to behave yourself."

<Angelust> On your watchers life... that is.

* Buffy_ shivers. "Fine. Okay. Please?"

<Buffy_> "Whatever. I just...I don't want to be dirty forever..."

* Angelust looks bored. "You'll find I treat my pets very well... the docile ones."

* Angelust moves to unchain her. "I said I liked you spunk... not you insolence."

* Buffy_ gets a blank look on her face. {Who said I was his PET?}

* Angelust removes all of the chains, kissing her abraded wrists at the pulse point.

* Angelust quickly he lifts her and carries her to the tub.

* Angelust steps into the tub, and settles into the water, adjusting Buffy in his lap. He pulls her against his smooth chest.

* Buffy_ leans her head against his and shudders from the pain of the hot water against her ass, mostly on the side where the brand is. She shivers from the remembrance of that painful searing moment, and lets out a choked sob. "Angelus...I don't wanna be your pet..."

* Angelust dips water, and sends in down her breasts. "Yes you do." reaches for a wash cloth. "And you are." squirts vanilla body wash into the cloth and begins to wash Buffy, starting at her neck, and working down.

<Angelust> The sooner you accept it, the sooner the pain will stop. *stops washing for a moment* Well, most of it.

* Buffy_ whimpers. "Why do you want to twist me like this? I wasn't like this before. I never, ever came to pain before. What have you done to me?"

* Angelust caresses her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and washing them thoroughly. "I keep trying to explain this to you, Little On..." His hand and the cloth move to her flat tummy. "You have always been like this, deep inside. If you are honest with yourself, You were meant for this. It's all part of being a slayer."

* Angelust cleans her stomach in large circles, then travels back up to her breasts. "Be honest Buffy." he whispers in her ear. "Fighting always makes you wet. Angel could smell you." grinning and kissing her nape. "When we would fight... I could smell you."

* Buffy_ moans softly when he tweaks an already hard nipple. "Maybe I was. But I don't like it! I don't like it angel..." Silently she kicks herself and corrects, "Angelus."

* Angelust grips her broken ribs, but eases when she corrects herself. "You'll learn, Little One... soon he'll be just a bad memory."

* Buffy_ gasps softly, "I'll never think of A...of him that way."

<Angelust> You already do...

* Buffy_ growls softly, "No I don't!"

* Angelust turns Buffy so her back is against the side of the tub. "If you say so, Little One." He begins to clean her legs.

<Buffy_> "Would you PLEASE quit calling me that? It makes me sound like a child. I'm NOT a child!"

* Angelust backhands Buffy. "You are what I say and WHO I say you are."

* Buffy_ yelps softly and shivers. "But I'm not a child!"

* Angelust back hands Buffy again, then returns his attention to her legs. "You are who and WHAT I say you are."

<Buffy_> "Keep saying that all you want...but it doesn't mean anything..." She whispers softly.

* Angelust stands, lifts Buffy and sets her on the cold stone. "When you are ready to behave. I'll finish. Freeze until then."

* Buffy_ whimpers, staring at him in shock. "Angelus...please. I'm sorry."

<Angelust> Who are you?

* Buffy_ whispers softly, only one word, as tears begin to stream. "Yours."

<Angelust> My what?

* Buffy_ looks at him, freezing inside. Her eyes open wide, and she is unable to say it. She opens her mouth, the word on her tongue, but it doesn't come.

* Angelust ignores her, not even sparing a glance. He is washing his own chest and legs. "Who are you..."

* Buffy_ shivers, this time from the cold. She's freezing now. "Your...your..." Her voice drops, and it's soundless, more of a realization than anything. "Your slave."

* Angelust glances at her. "Close. But not what I want." He begins to wash again. "Who are you?

* Buffy_ whimpers. "What is it Angel...what word are you looking for? I've called myself your..." Her voice cracks, "Slave, but that wasn't enough?"

* Angelust looks at her. "I only want you to tell me who and what you are."

<Buffy_> "What are you talking about?!" She snaps whiningly. "I've already said I'm your slave!"

* Angelust ignores her.

* Buffy_ sits there confused, until finally she gets it.

<Buffy_> "Who and what you want? Is that it?"

* Angelust looks at her. "For a start, yes."

* Buffy_ whimpers. "I'm really confused, Angelus."

* Angelust raises an eyebrow. "Come now, Little One... you are smarter then that."

* Buffy_ whimpers again and her mouth drops open in slow realization. "I'm your little one." She whispers.

* Angelust smiles very pleased with her. "Good. And who am I?"

* Buffy_ drops her head and mutters, "My master."

* Angelust smiles and hold his hand out to her. "Very good, you're learning. Now get in here, you're shivering already and I'm not caring for a sick slayer."

* Buffy_ takes it, stepping in and into the warm water, and begins to cry softly. {Why me?}

* Angelust holds her to his chest, her face in the crook of his neck. "Shhh, shhh... Little One... you need this." He rocks her gently. "Trust me..."

* Buffy_ whimpers. "How can I trust you? You've done so much to me...you've twisted me..."

<Buffy_> "Hurt me...whipped me..."

<Buffy_> "Branded me...goddamn that hurt..." She lets out a choked sob.

<Angelust> All things you've enjoyed...

* Angelust gently pushes her shoulders. "I haven't made you anything you weren't already Buffy."

<Buffy_> "No! I did not!" She interrupts. "I wasn't like this before..."

<Angelust> It may have hurt. But now you and everyone else knows who you belong to... and you came didn't you?"

* Buffy_ shudders and just starts crying again. "I hate it Angelus. I HATE it! I can't control my body!"

* Angelust hugs her close. "That's because you were never meant to, Little One. I was."

* Buffy_ just cries again and finally stops, sniffling and moving closer, involuntarily craving his touch.

* Angelust washes Buffy's back while she cuddles into him.

* Angelust sets Buffy against the other side on the tub, spreading her legs on either side of his body. He gazes at her pussy, musing for a minute. Then runs a hand up her leg.

* Angelust grabs a razor from the floor. "Stay very still, pet." He looks up under half lidded eyes. "We wouldn't want you to bleed, would we?"

* Buffy_ whimpers. "You're...you're going to shave me?"

* Angelust lays the razor on Buffy's thigh, and fills his hand with vanilla flavored shaving cream. "You're getting a pit prickly. I don't need whisker burn on my waist... leather pants and all." He looks at her. "You understand." He smiles evilly.

* Buffy_ shudders and curses herself once more when the very thought, the helplessness, once again causes her insides to slick up. "I...I guess..."

* Angelust lathers her right leg liberally, and grabs the razor. He makes one quick stroke from her knee down.

* Angelust continues this until he has gone all the way around the lower leg.

* Buffy_ watches with a sigh of relief. "I thought you were going to shave me there...."

<Buffy_> "You know..."

* Angelust then switches legs, lathers the other, and does the lower half of the left leg.

* Angelust smiles at Buffy. "Haven't gotten that high, yet."

* Angelust tosses the used razor into the fire.

* Buffy_ watches that with a half smile.

* Angelust picks up a newly sharpened barber's razor...

* Buffy_ watches, her eyes widening. She shivers lightly.

* Angelust starts at the place where her thigh meets Buffy's lips. And then makes a smooth line down her thigh.

* Buffy_ holds herself perfectly still as to not get nicked

* Angelust does this all the way around the top of both her thighs.

* Angelust pulls Buffy into his lap, tilting her hips up toward his face, leaving her wide open to his view.

* Angelust 's eyes travel up Buffy's blushing body, to her heaving breasts. Her neck rests on the rim of the tub, her lips are parted and her eyes are lidded and hazed in her lust. "You're all wet, Little One."

* Buffy_ whimpers. "I know..."

* Angelust lays the razor aside, and idly slips two finger into her honied center. He looks on the floor, amongst his "tools".

* Angelust removes his hand and shows Buffy the tiny shears he is now holding.

* Buffy_ 's eyes open wide and her mouth goes dry... "What's that for...?"

* Angelust again glosses Buffy's lips with her juices, holding his fingers in front of her mouth. "Taste your self, Baby."

* Buffy_ looks away and shivers.

* Angelust grins, "You're a bit fluffy, Little One." He winks... "Now taste.. you're so sweet... like honey."

* Buffy_ whimpers. "Do I have to?"

<Angelust> You'll love it, Baby...

* Angelust sucks his fingers. "I do..." He enters her with his fingers again, and offers them to her.

* Buffy_ looks at him and with the utmost hesitation and finally slips out her tongue, and takes a slight lick. She shudders at the taste and spits.

* Angelust smiles. "Again."

* Buffy_ 's eyes widen and she whimpers when taking her second lick. "Ewww."

* Angelust shakes his head. "What did I tell you about lying to me?" He glares at her. "I can smell how much you really like it."

<Angelust> Come one Buff, it's yummy... and good for you too!

* Buffy_ whimpers. "Angelus, please, I'm not lying...I really hate..."

* Angelust gives Buffy a pointed look. "Did you want to sit on the floor again?"

<Buffy_> "Well fine, I'll lie and say I like it, since you can't take the truth!" She mutters and licks the rest off of his fingers.

* Angelust nods at her. "Stop lying to me, sweety, it'll make everything better." clipping at the curly hairs he continues.

<Angelust> These are the rules.

<Angelust> You will live by them... or suffer the whim of my consequence.

* Buffy_ 's eyes widen but she says nothing.

* Angelust trims until there is nothing but a light tuft left. "You will call me Master or Master Angelus at all times."

* Angelust sets the scissors aside, and lathers her pussy. "In passion I will permit you to call me merely Angelus. But then and only then."

* Angelust smiles and lifts her hips up to his face, and uses his tongue to get the vanilla flavored shaving cream into her more intimate places.

* Buffy_ moans loudly and struggles, forcing a wave of cum back. "Oh..."

<Angelust> You taste divine... *he settles her back into his lap.*

* Angelust finds his razor again, and sharpens it. "Never. Under any circumstances question me." He drags the razor over the top of her pussy avoiding her lips and clit.

* Buffy_ shudders by not only the touch of the razor but the dead seriousness in his eyes.

* Angelust pulls the now puffy lip taunt and shaves it clean. "My wishes, are mine and therefor your own."

* Angelust he shaves the other, in the same manner. "You will not wear underwear, unless *I* place them on you."

* Buffy_ raises eyebrows and goes blank, muttering, "Never did like it anyway."

* Angelust holding her open the shaves the edges of her lips. The cool razor grazing her swollen clit. "I want garters and stocking on you at all times. And no more pants. Ladies wear skirts. You will be in every manner a 'lady'."

* Angelust glances up smirking. "I wouldn't distract me, Little One." He emphasizes his point by resting the cold steal against her clit.

* Buffy_ almost snorts. "Old fashioned much?"

* Buffy_ whimpers but says nothing else.

* Angelust nods. "Very. And set in my old fashioned ways. You'll see their virtue soon enough."

* Angelust shaves her whole pussy once more to be sure he got everything. "Another thing. Silk stockings.. no nylon." Shudders slightly. "I hate that stuff."

<Angelust> Don't worry, I'll supply the funds for all of this.

* Buffy_ shrugs lightly. "I guess I have to... not like I'll get anything else to wear."

* Angelust shakes his head. "No, let me catch you anywhere in anything I have forbid and I'll strip you naked there and then, and beat you."

* Angelust turns Buffy so she's on all four. "Hold on to the rim, Little One." He lathers the crack of her ass. "And be very still."

* Buffy_ draws in a breath. "What are you doing?"

* Angelust raises and eyebrow, and caresses the brand. "Lathering the crack of your ass."

* Angelust opens her wide and shaves away the sparse hairs there. "You will wear your collar at all times."

* Angelust finishes shaving her and, quickly washes her hair. "Stand in front of the fire while I finish."

* Buffy_ nods numbly and lets him finish.

* Angelust finishes quickly and gets out of the tub. The water is red, from all of the blood that was on Buffy's body.

* Angelust grabs a large black towel and wraps it around his lower body. Taking a towel he dries Buffy. "Fallow me."

* Buffy_ follows him quietly, without a word.

* Angelust allows Buffy to use the restroom, and then leads her to a large wardrobe. Opening it, he pulls out another pair of royal purple boxers, from the small line of drawers on the left side.

* Angelust opens a few other drawers quickly choosing garters, stockings, and a slip.

* Angelust removes the towel and slips into his boxers and leads Buffy to the love seat. Before sitting her down he put the deep purple garter belt on her pail thin frame.

* Angelust then sits her down and slowly roles the clear socking up her newly shaven legs. The lace at the top is the same deep purple. He clips them in place. He continues with the other leg.

* Angelust stands Buffy up and places a matching cup-less bra on Buffy, her breasts are thrust high from the thick underwires. Angelus dips down and suckles both nipples. "Another thing. You may not touch me with out permission."

* Buffy_ whimpers. "Why?"

* Angelust walks to the table and pours himself a glass of brandy, grabbing a jewelry box before returning to Buffy.

<Angelust> Because those are the rules. *Bites her nipple hard* And do not question me.

* Angelust swallows the brandy in one gulp before tossing the crystal into the fire. He opens the jewelry box. "You like?"

* Buffy_ yelps and chokes back a sob. "Oh...but I want to...I *need* to touch you..."

* Angelust smiles... "Good. I want you to need me. But you will ask permission first, and not touch me until it's given." Picking up the collar from its velvet bed. "Now, tell me... what do you think of it?"

* Buffy_ looks for a minute, stunned. "I..I don't know..."

* Angelust places the collar around Buffy's neck. It fits perfectly, allowing her to breathe... but just barely.

* Angelust the collar is silver knot work, connecting at the back with tiny handcuffs. A small open ring rests at the indent of her neck. On either side of the ring are two medium size sapphires. On the left side the knot work is flattened and the word MINE is engraved in it.

* Buffy_ whispers softly, "It looks...well, expensive.."

* Angelust raises a brush and brushes the few knots from her hair. Then turns her and steps back eyeing her from head to toe, slowly.

* Angelust picks up the last piece of clothing, "You don't have any idea how beautiful you are."

* Buffy_ whispers, "Am I? I don't feel like it. I feel like trash. Shit. This is horrible...I really...I don't deserve all of this..."

* Angelust slips an ankle length royal purple shift over her head, and lets it flow down the curves of her body. "No, you don't."

* Angelust moves to the side of the fireplace and reaches on tiptoe for a bell pull. Once pulled he, turns to her. "But you will." Smiling he sets her at the right hand chair. "You'll earn it all... eventually."

* Angelust sits at the head of the table. Servants enter threw the door with no handle, shutting it firmly. One has a plate of food, after a nod form Angelus, he sets the steaming food before Buffy.

* Angelust nods to another servant, who poor Buffy a glass of water and a goblet of milk. Then Angelus is poured a goblet of blood and a tumbler of brandy.

* Angelust watches Buffy eat, and drink. One servant cleans the tools and various other items from the floor, while the other makes the bed with identical linens.

<Angelust> You will beg permission to sleep in my bed.

* Buffy_ looks up and stares in the middle of a bite, then slowly puts it in and swallows, though not without difficulty.

* Angelust nods at the questioning look from the servants and they remove the tub. Using a key they leave, and Buffy hears the lock as they shut the door firmly.

<Angelust> After tonight you will sit at my feet, unless I grant you permission to sit else where... don't ask to sit any where else... you won't like the consequences.

<Angelust> You may eat whenever a plate is set before you... the same goes for drinking. If it's before you, it's because I deem it so.

* Angelust stands and gets two other jewelry boxes, and sets the brand into the fire.

* Buffy_ sees this and her eyes open wide. She knows what this might mean.

* Angelust returns to the table. "Wrists."

* Buffy_ whimpers and puts out her wrists.

* Angelust opens the boxes and places matching bracelets on to her wrists. Think silver bands with sapphires embedded in them. Open circles like the one on her collar rest at the pulse points on her wrists.

* Angelust opens the larger second box. It contains the link for the cuffs, quickly he attaches it. The removes her new leash.

* Angelust attaches this, "I should never have to tell you when I want you to move. A slight tug and you should know. Soon, you'll be able to know my will before I tug."

<Angelust> Are you finished?

* Buffy_ looks at her food and looks back at him, immediately knowing she probably won't get anything else for awhile, but she's not hungry anymore. She nods silently.

<Angelust> Finish your milk.

* Buffy_ sighs and reaches for her glass, just barely able with her hands chained, and drinks it slowly, forcing it down. She watches him out of the corner of her eyes.

* Angelust nods. "Good. Restroom?"

* Buffy_ looks up. "Please?"

* Angelust nods. Leads her to the toilet and lets her pee. Due to the cuffs Buffy can't wipe her self.

* Buffy_ whimpers and looks up to him. "Um...I can't wipe myself..."

<Angelust> And?

<Buffy_> "Please help me?"

* Angelust quickly wipes her, and leads her back in front of the fire. "Bend over the arm of the love seat."

* Buffy_ trembles and does as he asks, scared now. She's back in front of the fire...she remembers it all too well now...

* Angelust smoothes the slip up and over her hips, revealing her pail ass. Lovingly he caresses her ass.

* Buffy_ shudders and whimpers softly.

* Angelust kisses the brands and traces it with his tongue, then moves before the fire.

* Angelust picks up the red brand and moves behind Buffy. "Who do you belong to, Little One?"

* Buffy_ whimpers, not even in pain, scared beyond hell, *knowing* what's coming. "Angelus...Master Angelus." She hates herself, oh she does, but she's not ready to face that pain again.

* Angelust smiles with pure demonic pleasure. "Very good. And who are you?"

* Buffy_ shudders. "I'm your little one... please, please don't use that...."

* Angelust tsks Buffy, through his smile. "I didn't ask your opinion." Forcefully he sends the brand down onto her ass. In the same place as before.

<Angelust> And I told you NOT to question me.

* Buffy_ screams loudly and painfully, whimpering and mewling. "Oh! oh! Angelus... master, please! Please!" She whimpers again, struggling against her orgasm.

* Angelust throws the brand aside, and slams into her dripping cunt.

* Angelust thrusts hard against her.

* Angelust his hips hitting the fresh brand with each thrust. Allowing her clit to brush the velvet with every pound.

* Angelust thrusts hard hitting her G-spot.

<Angelust> Cum for me, Little One...

* Buffy_ screams and whimpers, painfully, and finally cums powerfully. "Oh god, Angelus...please!"

* Angelust shifts and bites her nape... sending himself into orgasm, he continues to thrust.

* Angelust stops and rests for a moment before standing and fixing his shorts. "Stay. Just like you are."

* Buffy_ whimpers softly, mewling her need.

<NARRATOR> Angelus cleans Buffy. And kisses the brand again. When done he stands her and smoothes the shift.

<NARRATOR> Lifting his slayer, Angelus caries her to their bed. Setting her in the bed, he stares at her sleeping form.

<NARRATOR> Quickly Angelus leashes her to the bed. Shedding his boxers, he climbs into bed and pulls her to him.

<NARRATOR> Idly before slipping off to sleep he wonders how much longer Corn-Boy will live. He had woken before Buffy... and awakened Angelus. But Angelus had quickly knocked him back out.

<NARRATOR> Not wanting to distract Buffy, before she fully broke for him. She would have to be punished tomorrow...

<NARRATOR> she never asked to sleep in his bed... or cum for that matter.

End