Portrait of a Slayer II
Players: Angelus - Talion; Buffy - Emma
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RATING: NC-17, CONTAINS-Graphic semi-nonconsensual sex. PLEASE BE WARNED!!!!
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* Angelust moves up behind his slayer, she looks just as she did before he had taken her. No scars, no bites, no cuts, no bruises it really was a shame. His arms rapping around her silk covered waist. She was in a leather mini, and silky tank. "Hello, lover. I've come to get my duster. Just as promised." He whispered against her neck and ear.
* Buffy closed her eyes. She had felt him watching her and wondered if he was going to approach her. She shivered at his words and wondered if he was just here for the duster. Or for her too.
* Angelust rips her top of, exposing her breasts to all who should pass by. Tweaking her nipple, he grinds himself against her. "Have fun dancing, Bitch?" He asked. "Tell me... what have you been doing while I've been busy else where?" He moves them further into the shadows of the ally, his hands mauling her breasts.
* Buffy moaned and bit her lip, knowing she'd rather shut up while in public with him than object. "N-not much. Um, I have to go home to get your coat." She wondered if he know where she was living now. And weather it would please or enrage him more.
* Angelust pushes her against the wall of the ally, lifting her skirt. Ripping away her panties, he scoffed at them. "Sniff lover... I could smell you a fucking mile away." He pulled down his zipper loving how she shuddered at the sound. Thrusting into her tight, unwelcoming body he groaned. "Such a whore, baby... such a fucking whore."
* Angelust holds her wrists in on hand and pushes her up, scraping her upper body against the brick. "Tell me, lover... is mommy home? Hmmm, will she get to listen to you scream?"
* Buffy lets out a muffled scream, biting her lip to keeps quiet, "I... I left. They, except Giles, think I left town. It's better tha- this way."
* Angelust growled, blunt teeth biting down on her. Shoving harder needing the release, he grunts. "Why, Bitch? Don't want your sweet innocent mother knowing what a slut her baby is?! So tight, that's right, grip me..." He thrusts harder, smelling the blood as her breasts begin to scrape on the bricks. "Feel's good?"
* Buffy could feel her body obeying him, gripping him. Tuning her face to the side she bit her arm to keep from screaming, knowing there was a police patrol in the area at this time. She didn't wanna get them killed, even if they were bumbling idiots.
* Buffy felt the need to scream die for a moment, "Because they would try and stop you and I don't want the getting hurt." it was an unspoken admission that she couldn't stop him herself.
* Angelust purrs, shoving harder a final time he empties himself deep into her trembling body. "Such a slut..." he backs away, and tucks himself back in. "Staying at the watcher's then, baby?" He asks, with false concern.
* Buffy shakes her head no and licks at her lip, she could taste the blood from the bite on her are. Pulling at her torn top she tried to cover herself before she turned round to face him. Giving it up as futile she covered her breasts with her arms and rested her forehead on the wall.
* Angelust grins loving how defeated she look. "Gonna cry for me now, Baby?" He croons, moving behind her again to rub on her abused titties, having moved her arms. "Where are you staying slayer?" His tone is deadly. "Who am I going to have to kill, baby? Are you whoring around, with out my say so, Slut?" He taunts, her pulling and kneading at her breasts.
* Buffy winces at his words feeling the burning behind her eyes grow, "At... at the apartment."
* Angelust snarls turning and looking into her hazel eyes, with his golden in anger. "Why the FUCK would you be there, whore?!"
* Buffy drops her eyes to the ground after one glimpse of his face, "Because, I couldn't leave. It's easier if I don't forget. Then I don't have to relearn."
* Angelust grips her arms tighter in his confusion. "What the hell are you talking about Slayer?"
Explaining what was crystal clear in her mind was so hard.
* Angelust backhands Buffy, sending her to the muck on the ground. "I don't need another Dru. I want you human, Babe. Want you hurting. What's the point..." He picks her up and shakes her. "You WILL go home, Bitch. Before I see you again, or I will hurt you in ways you never DREAMED possible."
* Angelust glowers at her. "You are my whore, but if you think you're just going to give up, I'll be glad to give you to Drucilla as a new doll... or maybe watch my minions fuck you until you're pelvis is broken."
* Angelust laughs out right. Strait to her face, to the point that he had to let her go and lean against the wall. "Oh... that was great, lover. Wonderful, Oscar material I swear." Shifting her growls slamming her against the wall. "This game just started baby. Either you go home, or I start offing the scooby gang. Think I'll start with the red head." He grinds his hard dick into her pussy. "Have I told you I love your tears?"
* Angelust glares at her warningly. "Get out of there, before I blow that place to smithereens, Cunt." Kissing her hard, he drops her to the ground, whistling he walks out of the ally, leaving her shirtless to walk home. "I'll be at your place, I'll either get my duster, or dinner." He warned her.
* Buffy watches him walk away and shivers, muttering, "Like I didn't know that?" she looks down at her self and sighs, {And he'll probably hurt me for walking though town like this.} Wrapping her arms around her body she made her way back to the apartment, managing to avoid the few other people walking around town this late.
* Buffy stepped into the apartment and slumped against the door, desperately trying not to dissolve into tears, {I couldn't go home, it would put Mom way to close to him.} forcing herself to her feet she walked over to her bag and pulled out some sweats and underwear. Striping the skirt of she froze lost in the memories of that night.
* Buffy forced herself to push those horrible recollections away and finish getting dressed. Grabbing her bag, she picks up the duster off the bed and left the apartment, wondering when she would be sleeping tonight. Getting back to her Mom's place she was relieved to see that the car wasn't in the drive and all the lights were off. Her thoughts turned slightly bitter {Away again but the looks of it. I wonder if she even realizes that I'm gone?} Sitting on the step waited, shivering despite the warm night.
* Angelust is sitting in the living room, in an overstuffed chair waiting for her to enter, the house. Tiring of waiting he calls out. "Inside slut."
* Buffy jerked at the sound of his voice and stood up. Walking through the door she gasped in pain. Everything looked the same, like no one had even been here since that day two seeks before she'd crept through town in his duster to grab some clothes. Dropping her bag to the floor she felt a sudden bursts of fury.
* Buffy threw his jacket across the room at him, "Well, there's your jacket. Was there something else you needed?" fury dissipating as quickly as it came she turned around and started walking up the stairs.
* Angelust watched her walking, saw the fire sparking her, and very nearly fell into a burst of laughter at her obvious pain, and how she had been deceived. When she through the duster at him, though... that was the line, she made it up five stares before he had her pinned, and her sweats pulled down, shackling her legs.
* Angelust ripped her panties from her body, thrusting deep inside her. "Didn't you mother teach you it's not nice to through things, cunt?" He snarled, plundering her body, thrusting and pulling forcing her body to meet his every thrust, getting himself deeper inside her each time. "Scream for me, Baby... Let me hear you." He whispered in her ear.
* Buffy bit her lip savagely, shaking her head. Opening her mouth to say no she screamed as ordered when he thrust especially deeply and brutally. She dropped her head down onto the step and braced herself, trying to relax and let him have his fun, reminding herself over and over that if he was here doing this to her he wasn't stalking and killing one of her friends.
* Angelust growled in appreciation. "Never revoked me lover. Stupid bitch! Feels so good, hu Buff?" He thrusts, pulling up on her hair, "You're only here Lover." He warned her.
* Angelust pounded into her tiny body, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her body. "So, hot, baby... grip me again, lover." He purred in her ear. When she did as told, he groaned and emptied himself into her, savagely thrusting into her pussy. Smirking at her he stood, fixing his cloths, and stepped over her, going up to her room. "Cunt."
* Buffy pulled up her sweats and stood up, she hesitated before following him, not wanting to go into her room with him. Have him destroy more good memories. With a sigh she sat on the top step, wincing slightly, unable to take those last few steps into her old room.
* Angelust spun angrily when she stopped following, yanking on her hair, he drug her into the room. Seeing she had pulled the pants back up he yanked then down and off her body. "Whore, I'm not in the mood for games." Tossing her to the bed, he moves so that he's leaning against the bars of the headboard.
* Angelust has removed his clothing before climbing onto the bed, and was currently stroking his cock back to full erection. "Bring your mouth here, Slut."
* Buffy crawled over to him and winced when he took the expected handful of her hair, yanking her up when she didn't move fast enough, "I hate you." She ground out before he pulled her onto his cock. Opening her mouth she choked when he thrust deep in to her. She's crying already, again and knows it just excites him further. Sucking as best she could.
* Angelust groaned at her tears, reveling in his bringing down of the almighty slayer. Who had put his favorite in a chair, made him useless. Who had forced him to love her at one time. "Lying Whore." He pulled her up meeting her eyes. "If anything... you love me more." He laughed at her, then shoved her mouth back onto his dick, thrusting hard into her mouth. "Cry for me, bitch..."
* Buffy moaned at his words terrified he was right, cause she let him do this to her. She wasn't chained down or anything like that, she just let him hurt he and get off on her. Fuck she was sick, think those women you see on talk shows all the time. He jaw was starting to ache and she just wanted this to be over. Trying to remember what made him cum last time she started licking him again.
* Angelust hissed when her tongue began to work. Pulling her up to straddle his lap, pulling her down in one smooth movement. Moving her on himself quickly he licked the center of her neck, her windpipe. "Last time I had you in this position bitch, you fucked it up. Wanna cum this time?!" Pulling her top off her growled at the offending bra, ripping it from her body. "Do you want to cum, my little Slut?"
* Angelust tweaked her nipples, pulling hard bruising them between his fingers. He gripped her again, slamming her down on him, until he knew his cock was peeking into her cervix. Then he stopped chuckling at the look on her face. "You are so beautiful in pain, Buff." He smacked her thigh.
* Buffy dropped her eyes to his chest and moaned in pain, unable to met his eyes she nodded yes, moving with his thrust and squeezing around him, trying to drive him over the edge. Hoping if she was good enough he'd let her go with him. Whimpering when he it her she looked up at him when he spoke again. In response she whispered, "I do hate you Angelus. I wish I could stake you."
* Angelust laughed out right, thrusting into her, continuing to go deeply into her tiny body. "Good." He smirks. "But I think it's too early for you to cum, lover." Pulling her off him again, he held her head just above his dick, stroking himself a few time, then shooting his dead cold seed all over her face and into her hair. When some dripped on to his stomach, he growled at her. "Now lick up the mess."
* Buffy burned bright red at his actions and felt the tears start up again, he made her feel so fucking cheap and worthless. She leant over him a bit more and started licking his skin. She closed her eyes again trying to keep the rest out of her eyes and moaned again, this time from his taste. Sweet and salty and cold and all him. When she finished she sat up again and wiped her eyes. Wondering what else he was going to do to her. And whether or not she would survive it this time.
* Angelust swallowed looking at her, "Satan's ass but your are beautiful like this." He used his thumb to clear away some of the cum, and then spread it across her lips. Inspiration was hitting him left and right, quickly he inserts two fingers into her weeping body, pumping hard then bringing it to mingle with his own on her lips.
* Angelust tries desperately from gasping, "More bruises." He murmurs, his hands moving to her breasts, smacking and pinching, his only intent to cause color. "My belt..." He murmured.
* Buffy whimpered and arched into his every touch, deeply ashamed of her reactions. Confused but his comment she frowned at him and asked hesitantly, "do you want me to get it? Your belt?"
* Angelust looks up as if remembering she was there. Noting his seed was drying on her face. Suddenly disgusted at the sight, smacking her, off him and the bed and onto the floor. "Go clean your face."
* Buffy cried out when she hit the floor and slowly got up. Walking to the door she glanced back at him before leaving and walked quickly to the bathroom, ashamed of her lack of clothes. Wetting a face washer she avoided looking at herself in the mirror washing her face and wetting her hair, rinsing his cum out of it. Glancing at the mirror to check she was clean she shuddered and contemplated just grabbing some of her Mom's cloths and bolting.
* Angelust paced in her room like a caged animal. Think of all the things he wanted to do to her, of all the positions he wanted her in for his next work. "Bu... Slut, come her." He called, looking her up and down. Noting the bruising on her breasts.
* Angelust pulled the vanity chair out. "Bend over, ass high in the air lover." He moves to her closet. "Do you have a belt, babe?" He smirks when he pulls a lard pure leather belt from the depths of her closet. He looks to her. Dangling the belt before her eyes he raises a questioning eyebrow.
* Buffy watched him and shuddered when he found the belt even she had forgotten about. With a resigned shrug she walked over to the chair and positioned herself as ordered whimpering in fear, slicking her thighs in anticipation. {Fuck I'm twisted.} Laying her face against the padded set of the chair she took hold of the other arm and waited, breath hitching and panting, wishing he would just start already
* Angelust watches her, with satisfaction. "So eager to be tamed little slayer." He laughed, then let the bet lash at her body. Loving how the angry welt appeared, he turned the belt over to the metal buckle wholes can strike her. Being sure to keep the buckle held until he was ready for her to bleed.
* Angelust let his eye wonder over her body as her own belt began to bruise her still tender skin. Suddenly he felt anger pour over him, and he dropped the belt lashing out with his fist, and then kicking her in the ribs. When she rolled to the floor, he turned her and thrust deep into her body, having thrown her legs over his chest. Having shifted he pounded, drawing blood as he sucked on her nipples. "Say it. Admit to me Buff, tell me the truth."
* Buffy screamed at the blows fell and when the belt fell and he started hitting out with his fist and foot she crumpled to the floor, curling around herself. Crying out at his every thrust and withdrawal, she struggled not sure how to minimize the pain. When her fist smashed into his nose she looked at it with the same bemusement he did.
* Buffy let her fist fall and waited for his reaction. Sobbing, her body shaking she wondered if he would kill her. And wasn't even surprised when the prospect only gave her peace.
* Angelust stopped moving in utter shock, looking at the tiny fist that had just truck him. Noting he wasn't bleeding he smiled at her words. When her hands hit the floor, he shook his head.
* Angelust thrusting into her again, his eyes danced with devilish glee. "Let find something for you to do with those hands, Slut." Pushing her legs wide, then her knees to her shoulders. "Hold them. Don't let them move." He commanded. Seeing her breasts forced together, he twisted hard on her nipples. Then thrust into her, watching her face, as he forced her across the carpeting.
* Buffy held onto her legs for dear life, nails digging into the flesh and drawing blood. She just lay there still trying to understand her own words when he thrust into her again and she screamed, he back burning across the carpet, legs overstrained by her position and arching into his hands. She could feel the bruises forming on her body and screamed every time he rammed into her.
* Angelust groaned, thrusting harder. He had spread her wide and still her was tight on him. Finally holding her shoulders so they wouldn't move, he began to thrust harder, feeling her walls fluttering around him. "Cum Slayer... I want to watch you..." He whispered, looking up from the place where he was now biting and sucking her nipple.
* Angelust shifted the bit down, drinking the blood from her, as he thrust with all his force, spewing his seed into her. Sitting up to angel himself for deeper penetration he watches her cum, then groans out on word. "Mine."
* Angelust pulls her up and falls back to the floor himself. His claws purposely caressing her welts and rugburn. Using one he grinned at her, and sliced his name into her back. Beginning to pump into her abused cunt again. "Hurt?"
* Buffy yelled when his strokes sped up, eyes widening as she felt her orgasm build she whimpered at his words and came the instant he bit her. When he shifter slightly and started hitting other spots inside her she almost missed his word. Eyes flying to his she moaned, unable to deny it.
* Buffy screeched when his claws cut her back and screamed again when he started moving in her again, still hard, "Damn vamp stamina." she muttered under her breath, not even realizing she spoke aloud.
* Angelust watched her face as if scared to miss one of her painfilled looks. Idly he wondered if he should bruise her face again. When she screamed he thrust. When she spoke his eyes darkened, silently promising to show her vamp stamina. When they're eyes locked he smiled at her. "Cause I like to hear you admit it, Whore." Shifting back to human face, he quickly thrust three blood-coated fingers into her ass.
* Angelust thrust harder up into her, "Ride me, Buff..." His other hand pulled her head down for a hard kiss, then moved to her bruised tits, as she began to move. "Still so tight, lover." He should smell her blood and see it running over her side. He knew that the bleeding was stopping already, but it pleased him that his name would be on her for a bit.
* Buffy caught her breath when he smiled at her and for a moment was totally lost in his eyes. The moment was disturbed by his words and shattered by his fingers in her ass. Going totally still in shock she moaned and didn't move until his thrust caught her attention. Rising up in her knees she lifted up and thrust down pushing him deep into her pussy and ass at the same time. Speeding up she screamed herself hoarse still whimpering and moaning. "It hurts Angelus.
* Angelust began to pump my fingers, worming them deeper, adding a forth fully intending to get all five in. "Good... it hurts, Whore... but your about ready to cum again, aren't you? Cause you are a slut." He thrust up, his other hand moving from her breasts to her clit pinching hard and then pulling it out towards him. "I want to bite that." He growled at her face. Then came, at the silent look of unbearable pain on her face.
* Buffy screamed silently as he added a further finger stretching her painfully. When he pinched her clit and then pulled it she thought she was going to pass out from the pain, the agony of it all. His announcement and the feel of him shooting inside her drove her over the edge too. Managing to scream again she thrust against him and contracted hard around him. Hard enough that it must hurt him too.
* Angelust snarled sure she was going to kill him with her vise grip. "GODDAMNED WHORE!" He roared, removing his fingers. Scared to pull her off him, for fear she'll take his cock with her, he tumbles then over, so that he is on top. Holding her wrists down, he begins to thrust again. Not fully hard again, but with her gripping he was almost there. Thrusting again and again, he licked her tears. Knowing that the act was re-tearing his name on her back.
* Buffy was sure nothing could hurt more until he flipped her over. Her welt rubbing against the carpet she could feel that cuts from his claws rip and tare on her back. Opening her mouth to scream all that came out was a pain-filled whimper as she arched into his body wrapping her legs around his waist tight enough to breaks a mortal's spine
* Angelust continued to pound into her. "Harder? Faster?" he continued to drive into her body. Rising up, he couldn't think of another way to help her pain. He raised his hands and began to beat her breasts. "Next time I'll bring clamps." He murmured moving to lick her the sweat from her neck. His fingers still tormenting her breasts, his pelvis still driving into her.
* Buffy pushing into his hands, whimpering huskily, "Harder. Faster." She had almost no control over he body any more. She was randomly clenching down on him and bucking into him. Screaming breathlessly and silently, "Hurts" she hisses out and clenched down on him again, on the point of cumming again.
* Angelust pushed harder, faster, just as she requested. He could feel another orgasm approaching and let her have it. Pounding into her further. She peaked and came back down to the rhythm of him fucking her. He stood, loving the grimace on her face when he finally left her body. "Bend over the bed."
* Buffy felt his thrust move faster and harder, deeper. She moaned long and low as she came again. Coming down slowly she moaned in protest when he pulled out of her. She trying to stand up and found she couldn't, she couldn't even roll over, "I can't get up?"
* Angelust grinned in sadistic pleasure. "But my sweet innocent little Buffy.... we're just getting started." He pulled her up by her arms, then shrugged, tossing her over the bed. "Lock your knees, pet... this is gonna hurt." Before he even finished his words, he had buried himself to the hilt in her ass. Growling he closed his eyes. "Yes, fuck I need to buy a video camera." He began to thrust into her savagely.
* Buffy froze, going totally still knowing what must be next. She howled roughly when he entered her violently and started sobbing as he sawed in and out of her ass. Her knees buckled under the pain and she was being totally supported by the bed. "Oh please stop?" she begged but he just keep pounding her into the bed. She felt his passage ease and realized she was being lubed by her blood, that he had ripped her.
* Buffy would have tried to fight him if she could have but all she could do was bury her face in the sheets and sob. Totally lost in her pain.
* Angelust felt a savage pride at her actions, then pulled tight on her hair raising her face. "I want to hear you." He moved her forward so that her clit would rub the bed. "Oh, come now lover I'm thinking of you here..." He mocked her, licking the blood from the wound that was his name. "I mean, I didn't think your tight little cunt could take me any more." As if to demonstrate her moved from her ass to her pussy with out missing a stroke.
* Angelust moved as she screamed. "Don't like that better hu? But your soaking still." Using their mixed emissions as a lube, he thrust back into her bleeding ass fucking her harder then before.
* Buffy sighed when he thrust back into her ass, realizing he was right it did hurt less. She concentrated on controlling her breathing, trying to relax, partially successful she felt the pain ease slightly, which allowed her to relax more. Every time his thrust pushed her into the bed she felt a painful frisson of pleasure from the sheets on her clit. As the pain eased more and the pleasure built she pulled her knees up under her body and started thrusting back a
* Angelust felt himself building and bit her shoulder just as he was going to cum. "Come for me Buffy." He whispered just before his fangs entered her neck.
* Buffy opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Thrusting back against him she came at the feel of his bite. She moan his name out and clenched down on him, triggering his cum too
* Buffy opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Thrusting back against him she came at the feel of his bite. She moaned his name out and clenched down on him, triggering his cum too. At the feel of his seed shooting deep into her ass she collapsed onto the bed, knees sliding out from under her.
* Angelust felt her collapse, and laid on her for a few minutes, just luxuriating at the feel of being inside her. Her breathing steadied, and he eased out of her, grinning at the small whimper she made.
* Angelust placed her on her bed, face down, her head facing him. Quickly he grabbed a scratch book, Buffy had from an art class. Using her supply he sketched. he sketched for hours until just before dawn, as she lay there, faking sleep for nearly fifteen minutes now.
* Angelust stood, and dressed. Grinning he spread her legs, his mouth attaching to her clit before she could cry out. Using both hands he brought her off. Moving up he kissed her soundly. Forcing her to taste herself. Wiping his fingers in her hair, he traced his name. "Don't make me have to search for you, whore." He warned leaving her room, taking the book with him. Grabbing his duster before he left the house.
* Angelust stood just below her window waiting to hear her reaction to his latest gift. Closing his eyes in satisfaction, he made his way to the mansion, whistling.
* Buffy got up off the bed, wanting to get clean and try and clean the bed before she tried to sleep. Catching sight of something on the vanity she picked up the drawing almost afraid to look at it. Bringing it up to her face she felt tears of pain well up. It was she, on her knees in front of Angelus, vamped out, his hands buried in his hair, she was obviously sucking him off.
* Buffy wiped her eyes. On her back his name had been scratched into her. Her face was visible in the mirror behind him and the look on it was a terrible mix of lust and fear and conversion and overwhelmingly pain. The worst thing was reflected in the mirror standing behind her was Angel, weeping.
* Buffy a growl of pain she picked up something from the vanity and threw it through her mirror, "I hate you Angelus. I swear I do."
* Angelust sighed in delight, drinking the blood from his goblet he admired his latest work. The main part was of his slayer laying on her bed, his name leaking blood on her back. Her face was peaceful and asleep. He pet his children who each kneeled at the sides of his chair. Spike growling, hating his new collar, Dru purring loving the feel of his hands on her.
* Angelust finished off the blood. Standing he admired his detail, the blood on her thighs from his dry entrance to her ass. The swollen look to her lips.
* Angelust turned to his children, with a flick of his hand gave them permission to leave. Pulling on his duster he walked out into the chilled night air, in search of his slayer. Nothing prepared him for finding her dancing with another man.
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