Portrait of a Slayer Part I

Players: Angelus - Talion; Buffy - Emma

Disclaimer: We do NOT own these characters, and in light of this RP pray we never do! Anything you recognize ... is NOT ours, please don't sue.

RATING: NC-17, CONTAINS-Graphic RAPE!!!! PLEASE BE WARNED!!!!

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* Angelust watches from the shadows as Buffy fights with three fleglings, doing a good job of getting her ass kicked, before finishing off the last one. He emerges from the shadow, applauding sarcastically. "Great job, Lover." He leans against a tombstone, watching her, with a smirk on his face.

* Angelust looks her up and down. Her lipstick was smeared, and her liner and mascara formed circles around her eyes where it had been smudged or sweated down. Her hair had fallen and was rumpled. Her below the knee skirt had been torn clean up the side, and the strap of her tank top had been broken, threatening to expose her breast to him, with her every inhale. "You look like a trashy, cheep, fucking slut Buff."

* Angelust grins at the look on her face. He was going to fuck her good tonight. "But then that's what you are, right, Whore?" His leather-encased bottom, stretched out before him, the black silk shirt, only had two buttons done, and he looked for all in the world, careless, and relaxed. Except for the huge bulge in the front of his pants.

* Buffy looks up at him and freezes, looking down at herself she caught the corner of her top before it fell. Unable to look at his once beloved face she focuses on his chest. "I'm not a whore Angel, and nothing you say can make me one. Looking around for a stake she restrains a whimper when she realize she's has none left and the only tree is behind him. She repeats herself,

"I'm not a slut and you know it."

* Angelust smirks, his eyes darkening. "You are a slut, and fucking whore. Say it, Buff. Say fuck." He moves toward her, in a very preditorial manner. "No undies. I watched you dress. Horny, lover? Want my cock buried deep in you? Maybe I'll fuck your ass too." He growls catching her retreating form by the hair. Baring his teeth, he swoops down for a kiss. "Fucking slut."

* Buffy backs away from him until he takes her hair, stopping her insipid flight. She flushes bright red at his words and when he bends down she turns he head away, following with a heal to his foot, "No I'm not. I won't say those things. Bringing her knee up she tries to knee him in the balls.

* Angelust growls blocking her knee. Kicking her feet out from under her, but keeping his grip on her hair. "Bad fucking move, my sweet little cunt. I was in a terrible mood before. Now... I really fucking pissed off." He backhands her, not releasing her.

* Angelust pulls her up, "Maybe I'll fuck your mouth, when I tire of your cunt.. and possibly, your ass." He drops her hair, back handing her again, and punching her in the ribs.

* Buffy hits the ground with a muffled scream and bites through her lip. Scrambling up she backs away, totally aware she is no match for him in this mood, "How bout you go home and fuck the ho, and I finish my patrol. Eyes darting, she wonders if she can out run him.

* Angelust sneers at her. "Drucilla. Say it, Cunt. Drucilla." Ripping her shirt off, he grabs her wrist pulling it behind her back, squeezing her breast, pinching the nipple hard. "Say it, whore. Drucilla."

* Buffy bites deeper into her lip, trying to evade his hands, "what, why are you doing this.. Just kill me if you want... just stop." all her movement is only making his grip tighten.

* Angelust laughs deep in her ear. His grip on both her wrist and her breast tightening. Grinding his hard cock into her ass he whispers. "Drucilla. Say it. NOW."

* Buffy mutely shakes her head. Desperately trying to ignore the small voice in her head telling her she's a total fool and to do what she's told.

* Angelust snarls shifting, he growls menacingly into her throat, his fangs grazing her shoulder, avoiding her neck. He moves her so that she's laying face up on a grave stone.

* Angelust hold her wrists in one hand, and then moving between her legs, the other hand moving down to abuse the other tit. "Such perky little things. Like their owner." He lets her feel how hard he is against her cunt, only her skirt and his pants saving her from his forced entry.

Say it, my beautiful, tight, hot, cunt. *Each word punctuated with a fanged kiss to her face.* Drucilla.

* Buffy arches her back, pushing her breast further into his hand, hoping to easy the pressure of his fingers, "please don't do this Angel." her mind is reeling. All the dangers she envisioned in being the slayer rape was never one of them. "D-Durcil-cila." she's shaking now to scared to even try and fight him.

* Angelust shifts back into the face she knows best. "Very good you can be taught." He eases the grip on her breast, then twists painfully on her nipple. "Now a new one, Angelus! Stupid bitch! Say MY name." He kisses her pulse. "You'll learn to scream it soon enough."

* Buffy mind goes totally blank at his words, images from *that night* flashing through it, she had screamed Angel's name. She wondered how ever, if he wanted to make her scream that way, or in pain. She whimpers softly, "Angelus, please don't do this?"

* Angelust looks up his eyes, black pools of laughter. "Angelus, please don't do this." He mocks. "Do what, Bitch? This?" He rips the remainder of her skirt from her body. Then grinds his dick into her pussy. "It smells ripe, unused. Only Angel, hu, Buff. You're gonna hate this Baby." He murmurs into her neck, licking at her body.

* Buffy whimpers in fear, {please don't rape me? how pathetic is that? your the slayer for Christ sakes.} but she couldn't move, terror is working it's way with her and all she can do is whisper, "please don't do this to me?"

* Angelust feels himself get harder as terror wafts up from her person. "You smell SOOO good, baby." he growls, reaching down he enters a single finger into her body. He moves to suck her nipple. "Hate me Slayer." He growls biting down, on the abused and bruising flesh. "You're so tight... do you know how bad this is going to hurt, baby?"

* Buffy feel herself clamp down of his finger and moans in pain, she briefly remembers the momentary pain when Angel had taken her and knew it would more than pail in comparison, "Why?"

* Angelust groans when her muscles clamp on the digit. "Why what, Baby?" He asks, wanting to fuck her till she bleeds for the world to see. "Why will it hurt? Or why am I going to fuck you until you can't walk for weeks."

* Angelust pumps the finger, then adds another pushing on her walls, as he opens his fingers. "Fuck, how did he not rip you apart when he entered your, tight pussy?" he wonders aloud.

* Buffy moans and tries to relax, knowing if she's tense it will just make this hurt more, but is unable to manage it. When he adds a seconds finger she screeches before biting her lips, reopening it, blood trickling down her chin, "why both?"

* Angelust moves up her body, his fingers exiting her body and pressing on her anus, he licks the blood then, sucks on her lip. "Because I want it to..." He answered in one move undoing the snap and zipper on her leathers, then entering her tight body. "Fuck!" He groaned. Stopped for a moment by how tight and hot she was.

* Angelust hold her shoulders and immediately begins to thrust hard in her body. Her wrists forgotten, as he stares down, grinning. "Next time no playing. I lied you're a great fuck, lover. So tight, so hot... Such a whore." He laughed, at her.

* Buffy looks up at him and for a moment she sees the face of her Angel looking down at her. She screams when he thrust and begins to thrash, hitting his chest with her fists, suddenly enraged, "Stop, stop." bucking her legs up she managed to get one foot on his hip and kicks him away, crying out as his cock is pulled violently from her body. Almost falling off the grave she scrambled away, whimpering the entire time.

* Angelust snarls, carefully tucking himself back in, he's up in second, his pants done, and he has her hair before she's more then a yard from him. "Bad, fucking move my little whore." She pulls her naked form up, hitting her in the bruise he'd made minutes earlier. Punching her face, he throws her into a mausoleum wall.

* Angelust storms to her fallen form, knocking her out, he removes his shirt and covers her. Silently moving through the town to the nearest lair he can think of. Angel's apartment. Flinging her to the bed he smacks her face. "Wake up bitch." Removing his belt he doubles it, tuning her.

* Angelust rips the fine silk from her body, seeing signs of her returning consciousness, and let the belt fly. "ARMS ABOVE YOUR HEAD, SLUT!" He lets it fly and the buckle embeds itself in the flesh of her ass.

* Buffy whimpers, feeling the pain him her ass before anything else, memories come rushing in and she moans, beyond terrified, her last spark of rebellion dead. She hinds her face in the covers, trying not to let Angelus see them. Hesitantly she raised her arms grabbing onto the bed head, biting down on the sheets when he hits her again.

* Angelust laughs when she does as she's told, hitting her again watching as the buckle cuts into her skin, making her bleed. "You are a slut, Buff. Felt good to have my thick hard cock deep inside your cunt didn't it?" He snarls hitting her again and again.

* Buffy screeches every time he hits her, "Please stop Angelus, it hurts so much" She screams at the next blow and wonders if the neighboring apartments can here her.

* Angelust growls, loving the sounds she makes when she's in pain. "Again whore. Say my name, cunt." He tosses the belt and moves licking the blood from her back, thighs and ass. Opening her to his view.

* Buffy moans when he starts licking her hurting skin, {It feels so nice. Fucking hell you are a slut, he's not Angel and you still want him.} "Angelus?"

* Angelust growls and shoves a finger into her hot center. "Tsk, tsk lover. Slut, you're wet... I can smell you, and feel you." He presses into her walls, to prove his presence even more. "Now say my name like you mean it."

"Your name is ANGELUS. And I'm not a slut. I've only been with one man." She moans loudly at his fingers antics and then blushes, "Please stop, you're hurting me."

* Angelust grins in evil pleasure. "Very good Buffy." Hearing her moan, then her words, he snarls. "You are a SLUT, you are whatever I say you are, because I say you are." He adds two fingers sawing them in and out of her. "You not just a slut though... you're a lying slut, Buff. Want me to hurt you?" In one smooth move, his fingers are gone, and his cock is buried deep inside her. Her knees raise slightly, to help him, as he begins to thrust.

* Buffy pushes back into his thrust once, before realizing what she was doing and stopping. Desperately trying to distract herself she concentrates on his words, "What? I'm not lying. I haven't been with anyone but Angel." she blushed again when she realizes that is a lie, she's been with him now two.

* Angelust thrusts harder. "Did it REALLY hurt to have my fingers in you, Whore?" He thrusts harder, missing the sounds of her cries and screams. "Tell me about the name you called last night, while fucking yourself." He growls moving harder, pulling her hair. "FUCKING WHORE!" He roars reaching around to abuse her breasts.

* Buffy cries out sharply when he pulls her hair. "Yes it hurt, it hurts when I do it and my fingers are smaller than yours. And I... I've never been with him. It's just a fan..." Stopping abruptly she winces, she really should be telling Angelus she dreams about having his childe fuck her. Or about *those* leather pants, or ANY of the others.

* Angelust pulls out until he's barely in her, then shoves all the way back in, repeatedly doing this. "Let me hear you, does this hurt too, Buff?" Hearing her begin her confession he snarls. Gripping her waist, having abandoned her breasts. "YOU FANTISIZE ABOUT HIM?!"

* Buffy screamed at his thrusts, sure he must be ripping her, panting she can barley speak. "Well, he is kinda sexy, not like you aren't or anything, but you gotta love the accent after all. I dream a lot of stuff Angelus, overactive imagination." Trying not to scream again she was babbling, unaware of what she has just said.

* Angelust shifts biting her neck as he slams into her body. Cumming he finishes and shoves her into the mattress retrieving his belt he's hitting her again. "STUPID WHORE. You bear MY mark. *I* am the ONLY man who will EVER look at you!"

It's just a fantasy. I never said I was gonna do anything about it.. God, I could never do any of those things." She looks puzzled for a moment, "What do you mean about your mark? I don't understand."

* Angelust snarls. "Hold the headboard, Slut. Worthless cunt. I should kill you now." He seethes, the belt falling on her skin, welting her back, and starting to bruise. "You fantasize about my child? Why?" He growled, stopping for a moment, and moving to whispering in her ear. "Tell me..." He caressed her back, almost lovingly. When she did not answer, he gripped her back, then her hair raising her head. "ANSWER ME!"

* Buffy blushes, "I... it's.... Because.... Hell.... Both of you. I fantasize about being with both of you at the same time." If he hadn't been holding her hair she would have dropped her head, {this is so embarrassing."}

* Angelust growls, releasing her head. "You lust for another man. With or with out, me... you're still a whore." He grounds out. Pulling her up, he then forced her to her knees. Eye level with his again hard dick. "Three guess, each wrong answer, will put you in more pain, Slayer."

* Buffy darted her eye to his face, "You want.... Me, my mouth?" with a whimper she shook her head no even as she opened her mouth to comply.

* Angelust saw her hesitation. "Clasp your hands behind your back, Slayer." He murmured. When she did as she was told, he gripped her hair, and forced himself into her unwilling mouth. He was big enough the her lips had to stretch to fit around him. Groaning, he began to move her head, up and down his length, purposely gagging her.

* Buffy clenches her hands into fist, trying not to bite him, knowing that would be SO bad. She's crying tears dripping down her face. Knowing he probably won't stop until he cum she trying to remember all the things she had over heard bout this. Hesitantly she flicked her tongue at the underside of his cock and sucked as hard as she could.

* Angelust growls, eyes widening looking down at her tear streaked face, she looked wonderful like this. "That's right. Such a slut, studied the art of cock sucking too I see." He shoves harder watching her gasp for air, feeling her throat fight to get him out.

* Buffy whimpers and tries desperately to breathe around the gag of his flesh. Nails digging into her palm, trying not to anger him further. {Not that anything I've done is right anyway.}

* Angelust jerked pulling her head down thrusting up, Pulling back just enough, he shot load after load of icy cum into her mouth. "Swallow whore." He commanded, one hand releasing her head, to race her tear tracks.

* Buffy gags slightly and starts swallowing, barely tasting it. She was swallowing franticly, but some still dribbled out of her over stretched lips. She moaning in the back of her throat and clenched her fist tighter.

* Angelust moves sitting on the leather sofa. His head flung back, "I was going to just rape you... remind you who owned you. I may just keep you here, tied to my bed." He grinned at the ceiling. "Horny, Bitch?"

* Buffy wiped her face with the back of her hand. "I just wanna get home, alive. I'll do what ever you want me to, just let me go home."

* Angelust grins at her, shaking his head. "Such a martyr, lover." He inhales deeply. "I can SMELL how much you want he to pound you through the walls, tables, mattress... anything, so long as I'm deep inside you." Crooking his finger he motions for her, his smile becoming more sadistic.

* Buffy drops her head and whimpers but follows his order, trying to ignore the burning in her body, her was right, she did want to cum, but not while being treated like this. "What did you mean when you said I had your mark Angelus?"

* Angelust growls backhanding her. "You talk and ruin everything." He gave her a disgusted look, his eyes glinting. "When you're silent I can pretend you're Darla..." He smirked at her, pinching and twisting the already abused nipple.

* Buffy growled, "I'm not Darla. Or Dru, or ANY of you other whores, so don't pretend I am."

* Angelust laughed backhanding her to the floor. Straddling her, then pinning her wrists about her head. He sniffed at her neck nuzzling. "You are my whore. But no, you are not any of my OTHER whores." He grins waiting for her admission to dawn on her.

* Buffy felt the blood drain form her face when she realized exactly what she had said, almost parrot like she repeated, "any of your other whores." She moaned in embarrassment and fear and mostly lust. "Bloody hell, I did say that."

* Angelust eyes darkened at her latest comment. "You want him so bad you talk like him?" He moved between her legs. Thrusting home quickly moving in her. "He's longer then I am... but not by much... and not near as thick. He'd never fill you up, and if I ever find his marks on you, I'll kill you both." He warned her, pushing up on his knees, forcing her legs wider, and himself deeper, he thrust twice as hard.

* Buffy looked up at him, eyes swimming with tears. With every word she hit his chest, "I don't want Spike you asshole. I want you, you, you..." not able to think of a word bad enough she stopped talking and looked down again, whimpering with his thrusts.

* Angelust looks down at her, laughing. "I know you want me, whore. I know everything. I've read your diary." he thrusts. "I've listened and watched as you fucked your own cunt till tears streaked your face in pain," His pounding of her picks up-tempo. "I smell you ever time you see me."

* Angelust was thrusting so hard he could smell her flesh burning from the carpeting. "You are a slut, Buff. What about Angel... your love... you're like every other whore on this planet. Get a nice hard dick, fucking you deep and hard in your cunt, and you don't care. Why do you hurt yourself when you were masturbating, Buff?"

* Buffy moans and felt herself thrust back at him. "Cause it's what I imagined you would do. It felt so good..." She stopped, unable to speak anymore tears and lust overwhelming everything else. She was moaning continually and bucking into his thrust, her ass burning in the carpet. Every sensation designed to make her go insane with need.

* Angelust laughed at her. "Sweet, pure, innocent little WHORE. Knew I would hurt her... and wanted it." Thrusting violently into her a last time he stood, pulling her with him.

* Angelust turns her and moves her over the corner of the couch. His finger tracing patterns over her puckered anus. "I know what your worst fear is... now let me hear it from your lips... tell me Buff..." He whispered to her seductively.

* Buffy moaned harshly and pushed her hips back to meet his finger, "That you'll leave me like he did. That you won't want me any more." She whimpered when a fingertip pushed into her slightly, "Please more Angelus?"

* Angelust laughed at her. "Why do you always fight me, at first? Hmm, lover?" He asks, moving his finger gripping her hips, and plunging deep into her cunt.

* Angelust pumps a few times then quickly moves filling her ass hole, full of his cock. Shoving until he's in her completely, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "Answer Slut."

* Buffy screams as he enters her ass tightening around him, trying to relax and let him in deep. "Because I'm not meant to want this, want you. Because I'm trying to fight myself as much as you." She bucked up into his body, helping him fuck her body desperately wanting to cum around in and for him and with him.

* Angelust growls, loving her screams. "But you do don't you? And you want my child too... why?! Buffy?" He stands, pounding into her heard, wanting to be deeper, not sure he'll make it long in her tightest hole.

* Angelust pulls her back to meet his thrusts. "Bull shit. You love playing the fucking victim. Not that I mind raping you... I love it, baby..." He smacks her ass, thrusting and pulling. "Scream for me, lover."

* Buffy screams with his every thrust just as he wants her too. "Because he's a part of you and because I'm just... just ... a whore like you said."

* Angelust growls listening to the sounds she makes. "Yes, a whore... my whore." He snarls smacking her ass again. "Let me catch you thinking of ANY one else again, Slayer. You will die." He pulls on her hair arching her back enabling her to take him deeper.

* Buffy whimpers at his words and screams again when he thrusts even deeper, pulling back on her hair, "Just your whore Angelus, only yours, ever yours. Always."

* Angelust feels his power over her coursing through his veins. Shifting he bites into her shoulder, drinking, all her pain and sorrow, mixed with her lust and hunger. He feels himself tighten and thrusts a final time, hard, moving his had to her folds, he pinches her clit, waiting.

* Buffy screams at his bite and when he pinched her clit she exploded, clenching around him hard, yelling in pleasure. "Oh yes"

* Angelust shudders at the feel of her cumming around him, at the taste of her embarrassment and pleasure mingled. "More." He growled, popping out of her and Sitting in the stuffed leather chair, pulling her down, straddling his lap, entering her body and, bouncing her.

* Buffy quickly got onto her knees and helps with his fucking of her, thrusting down hard and pulling up, guided by his hands, "More?" with out thinking she bared her throat to him and whimpered, "bit me?"

* Angelust shakes his head growling at her. "Not yet, bitch." He removes his hands, grinning up at her through fangs. He folds his hands behind his head, sinking into the chair, thus sinking him further into her. He purrs out, "Fuck me slut... get your self off on my rock, hard, dick." With each world he tweaked her nipples, now fondling her breasts.

* Buffy moans in protest when his hands leave her hips only to groan when he starts tormenting her nipples. Slamming down hard into his cock, staring at his face, feeling her natural slayer responses kick in with a burst of adrenaline and an incredibly strong muscle contraction and screams again.

* Buffy starts to speed up on his lap, groaning every time he hits a particular spot. Trying to control her thrust she concentrates on hitting that spot deep within her body and her eyes drop shut as she gets caught in her pleasure.

* Angelust lets his head drop back as she bounces on his lap, he can feel that he's hitting that spot inside her. Looking up he sees her face twisted in concentration and pleasure. Her eyes were closed though, gripping her hips he holds her still, while he's deep with in her.

* Buffy eyes shot open when he stopped her movements, "what's wrong, why did you stop me?"

* Angelust shifts back to Angel's face. "Eyes open, bitch... you're here..." He slams her down hard. "No where ELSE." He growls.

* Buffy whimpers and watches him shift with that familiar hitch of pain and cries out when he slams her down. "But I.... I was here, where else would I be?" Automatically she started the rhythm again but she had lost that edge she'd had before.

* Angelust glares at her, backhanding her. "Don't smart mouth me bitch!" He growls, this one not passionate, but dark and angry, shifting again. "YOU ARE HERE!" Standing he turns then, so she is the one in the chair. "One your back, like a whore should be." He sneers, pounding down into her tiny body.

* Buffy bit her lip hard and felt the blood flowing again. With a muffled cry she vowed not to say another word unless asked a question, it always seemed to be getting her into real trouble. Biting her lip harder she wondered how long it would be before she left a permanent mark there.

* Angelust watches her, continuing the brutal thrusts into her body. He moves down and licks her bloodied lip. "Let me hear you... you know your screams are music to me."

* Buffy moans and at the next painful trust allows the scream that she had been holding to escape. She felt her hands gripping at the arms of the chair and look down to see she'd ripped the leather. Letting her body thrust up as best she could to deepen his thrust she whimpered and groaned, trying to just survive the brutal fucking he was giving her.

* Angelust was lost in fucking her, hearing the sounds, pounding her tiny body, she never seemed to stretch enough to offer her much comfort. She was so tight some times it pained him. Wanting her hear her, he bit into her breasts, sucking her blood and nipple at the same time. His pounding of her only increasing in speed.

* Buffy screamed when he bit her and climaxed again, clamping down so hard on him that she screamed from the pain of it, "Angelus please." she was whimpering loudly, unable to even close her eyes as equal levels of pain and orgasmic pleasure rolled through her body.

* Angelust heard her please, felt her muscles clamping on him, and growled loving it. Sucking harder, he continued to thrust, the power behind them enough to bruise her. He pulls her legs wider and up into her shoulder on either side of both their heads, and shifts slightly, bearing down into her body further, deeper then ever before. Snarling in satisfaction he, moves to the other breast, and continues his torment of the slayer.

* Buffy screamed when she shifted her around and bellowed when he bit into her other breast. Screaming until her was horse her came around him again, this time the pain almost overwhelming the please of her orgasm and she passed out. Sinking into blessed darkness.

* Angelust feeling her cum again, exits her body, releasing himself, he cums, spraying her face, then her bloody tits, making sure to coat her pussy as well. Sighing with an unneeded breath her moves to the couch to relax, until she came to.

* Buffy came to slowly, only aware of the pain in her body, strongest in her cunt and legs but all over her body. Not wanting to open her eyes to find out why she hurt, she lay there for a moment. Waiting for her mind to catch up with her body. When it did she shuddered and brought her hands up to her face. When they came away wet she cautiously opened her eyes and looked at them and then down her body. Standing with great difficulty she walked to the bathroom and gasped at what she saw in the mirror.

* Angelust watches her amused, following her, he put his arms around her cum covered waist. "You look ravished... beautiful, make up smeared. Marked, by ME, every where. Cum dripping off your nipples. He was getting hard again, and he pressed it into her ass. Catching some of the cum that dripped of her nipple, he brought it to her mouth, and waited. "Bruises marring your tanned skin. Taste..." He whispers, watching her in the mirror.

* Buffy looked at the fingers in front of her, his cum and her blood mixed together. Sighing she opened her mouth and slid it over his fingers, knowing she would eventually anyway and trying to minimize any further damage. She looked at her body, cataloguing each mark and bite and bruise. Even with slayer healing she would take several days to heal because there were just so many injuries.

* Buffy gasped. She's been in fights with 12 to one odds and never looked this bad when she got out. She sagged against him and moaned deep in her throat when she felt his cock harden further.

* Angelust watches her with a smirk. "But they feel good don't they?" He asked, fingers trailing a bruise on her face, then a bite mark, even pressing on her ass hole.

* Angelust licks one of the few places she's not covered in his cold dead seed. Pushing her into the counter. "Brace yourself, little girl. This one's gonna hurt." He murmured, before sliding back into her abused cunt. "I know it hurts baby... Think of it this way, I won't get to see you for weeks." He laughed at the look on her face. "See you yes, fuck you and not have you pass out... that'll take at lease a few days."

* Buffy whimpered and grabbed into the vanity. Resting her forehead against the cool surface of the mirror. His word making barely any sense to her except that he wanted to hurt her more. She whimper with ever thrust, throat to sore to make any louder noise. The thrust back at him and tried to speed him up, hoping he finished quickly so her could maybe get her cuts and bites cleaned up and some ice on the black eye she'd developed at some point.

* Buffy moaned again and started crying. She felt soiled and dirty and strangely cared for. She was brained now. And life would never go back to being the same.

* Buffy finally closed her eyes, hoping he couldn't see. She was a demon whore until he killed her or threw her away from boredom.

* Angelust kissed the back of her neck, "It feels good, Slayer." He murmured, not hurried, she was swollen, and in obvious pain. Her walls clamped on him. "Tell me my tight little cunt, does it hurt?"

* Angelust pulls her up so her arms support her, and as he moves in her, her clit grazes the cool counter top. "Answer me, Buff. And I can make it go away..."Looking into the mirror her growled, twisting her nipple.

* Buffy whispered out huskily, throat raw from her screaming, "It's hurts. Like someone rubbing sandpaper over my bones. I just wanna stop hurting Angelus. Please, make it stop? Just make it stop hurting?" she was sobbing now, barely able to support her weight on her arms. Trembling and shaking from blood loss and terror. All her slayer strength channeled into survival, against her conscious will. "I just want it to be over so I don't hurt any more."

* Angelust lets her fall to her feel once more, still moving in her. Bringing his hand round to rub her clit. "Do you want me to stop, Slayer?" He asks, whispering. "You will always hurt Buffy." He pinches her clit, thrusting faster. "I will always make you hurt, baby... cause I can't get enough of your pain." He laughed. "Cum for me... just one more time, and you can shower.

"Please bite me? I don't know if I can without it. Please Angelus?" she whimper deeply ashamed that she *the slayer* was begging a vampire to bite her so she could cum for him.

* Angelust shifted biting into the recently unmarked side of her neck. Shooting himself deep inside her warms, his cool seed, easing some of her burning.

* Buffy moaned deeply and came around him once more. Body bucking back to his. Finally her arms gave out and she crumpled over the vanity, hardly breathing, unable to think.

* Angelust releases her after she falls to the counter. "Beautiful." He leaves her so she can, 'freshen up'. Laying on the bed, he decides to nap, when she closes the door.

* Buffy mechanically and mindlessly pushed herself up and walked over to the shower and turned on the water. Stepping under the water flow she collapses into the wall as it destroyed her balance. Slowly washing her body she hissed each time she touched the next bruise or cut. Finished with her body she sank to the floor of the stall unable to stand as she washed and conditioned her hair.

* Buffy didn't even try and get up. She simply couldn't move any more, regardless of the pain cause from sitting down, the rapidly cooling water. She sat there not even feeling the water go form cool to cold, nor looking up when the door banged open

* Angelust had laid there dozing, waiting for her to finish. Looking up he noted over an hour had passed, angered that she dare keep him waiting, he slammed the door wide, the handle putting a hole in the wall behind it. "WHORE!" He bellowed. "What the hell is keeping you?" He asked, turning the water off. Looking down, if he had breath he would have caught it. She looked, so unbelievably gorgeous. "Breath taking."

* Angelust knelt down looking her over, smirking, proud of his work of art. Her blond strand, that usually curved, framing her face, were limp and stingy from the water. Her bronzed skin was peppered with blue, black, and green bruises in various states of healing. Her bottom lip was split, red and slightly swollen from her biting, and their earlier kisses. She was covered in his marks. Pulling her arms, she stood with him and he admired her back.

* Angelust let his eyes travel the red welts, the dark bruises in the form of his buckle. The now tiny cuts where the metal had broken the skin. Her thighs, dark purplish color, from the brutality of his earlier fucking. He stood in awe... he'd done and created many things, but this was the most stunning. "When I need a camera." He muttered, turning and walking out of the room, expecting her to fallow.

* Buffy just stood where Angelus had left her not moving at all. Eye's dead, face expressionless. Nothing about her spoke of the gusty slayer her friends knew her as. Not even dying but the masters hands had made her do this, shut of from not only her friends but also the outside world. She was somewhere, but wherever that was it wasn't here nor now.

* Angelust realized she hadn't followed and growled. Returning to the door, he leaned against the jam, watching her for a moment, anger rose. He had warned her. Moving to her quickly he struck her face. "Wake up BITCH. What did I say about here and now!? Don't be any where else, that's how you die... and return." Pulling her to him, he purred out the one threat to call her back. "Want me to make you like Dru?!"

* Buffy felt herself slip away from her hiding place and fought it. She didn't want to come back. Coming back meant hurting. But the struggle alone brought her back alone and she slowly focused on Angelus' enraged face. With a small whimper she dropped her eyes to the floor and croaked out, "No." She didn't want to be made into another Dru.

* Angelust exhaled trying not to burst into peels of unmanly laughter. She was a riot some times. "Good Girl." He smirked out mockingly. "Come on." This time she followed. "Lay." He pointed to the bed, the red and gold coverlet. He moved to the desk, holding parchment and drawing coal and pencils. "LAY." He growled when she stood her arms crossed starting at him. He had put his leathers back on and sat in a chair, an eyebrow raised at her. "We can return to fucking, Buff...I'm trying to be a nice guy."

* Buffy didn't even thing about it she got on the bed hissing as her sore body touched the sheets. Turning onto her least abused side, facing him she waited, wonder what degradations were next.

* Angelust watched, taking pleasure in her pain. Quickly he began to draw. For hours her drew her, everything he saw. Then everything he remembered from the hours before. Her face, her tears, her image from the mirror, her huddled form in the shower. Then Buffy's face as she had finally fallen asleep.

* Angelust penned a note, leaving her with a few of the drawing. Taking the rest. He took Angel's last t-shirt, and the rest of Angel's clothing was strewn in the streets. He left Buffy only his jacket, and added a PS to the note...

Slayer,

I haven't fucked any one like I did you in over 150 years. Thanks for the fuck. You're learning, and I'll admit you've gotten better then that first night. Remember my whore.... I'll always hurt you.

Angelus

P.S.

I'll come for my duster soon...

* Angelust left his duster on the chair with her claw marks and left, the door slightly ajar. "Shame I won't be there when she wakes..." He laughs, moving back to his lair.

* Buffy woke the moment he left the apartment. Staggering to the door she looked out of it for long moments before shutting and bolting it. Seeing his coat she picked it up and walked back over to the bed, finding and reading the note. Laying back down she wondered what the hell she should do... She couldn't run home to her mother and Giles and the rest would just get hurt trying to protect her. Tears not coming due to overwhelming numbness, she nuzzled into his duster.

* Buffy breathed deeply comforted by his smell, {and how sick is that Summers?} putting everything off until after she'd slept. She let her body's needs override her mind's tendency to stew and fell asleep, still whimpering softly.

* Angelust sighed ankles crossed laying on his king sized bed in his room. Having finished his most recent painting, which hung on the wall staring down at him. The dark black and red silken wallpaper, and his black wood furniture made the fire light seem eerie and the only light was in that painting.

* Angelust had crossed his arms behind his head, his face a mask of pride, for what he saw. It was a life size painting of his slayer, sleeping. She was on her back, the golden strands, hailoing her head, swollen lipped and bruised eye. Every bite mark, every bruise every scratch was there in color, on her bronzed skin. One hand tangled in her hair, her legs pulled up slightly, the other hand resting on her stomach.

Then the black velvet of the canvas framed her form, and other smaller paintings surrounded the black bordering, close ups of her face in the throughs of passion, of her mirrored image, of her in the shower, all his sketches, had been transferred to the canvas. It had been two weeks, he'd fed greedily for an hour, then return to his room, and paint until he needed to feed again, never sleeping, always working on his obsession.

* Angelust had been thoroughly pleased with the finished product and he was sure the slayer was healed by now, rumor had it she was slaying again. Totally healed, and acting as if that night didn't exist. Smiling he stood and put on a shirt. It was time to get his duster back.

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