Portrait of a Slayer III
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 growled over head as he watched his tiny whore grind to the beat of the music. He wasn't sure what she was even doing out, and he wanted to break the neck of ever man-child who had the audacity to touch her body.
* Buffy tensed, he was here some where. Keep a lax eye on the vamp she was dancing with she looked around the room, trying to spot him. Giving up she whispered into her partner's ear and grinned when he took the bait and led her into the ally behind the club. Watching him walk she wondered what Angelus would think of her use of his new education.
* Buffy walked through the crows, following her 'date'. {I don't think he meant me to start using sex as a weapon. But it works against fledglings as much as it does me.} As they reached the ally she grinned {ShowTime} with three quick moves she pulled the slender stake out of her hair, slammed the still unaware vamp into the wall and staked it.
* Buffy laughed softly and turned around, "Enjoy the show lover? Not one of you more intelligent minions."
* Angelust came out of the shadows, his face a mask of indifference. Mentally he made a note to tell the minions to keep away from his Slayer. "Well, done Baby... see whoring can be used for so many things." Grinning he slammed her against the wall. Freeing his cock, and slamming into her body, knowing she had forgone panties. "But know that no man can ever do this for you." He growls slamming his into the wall. Nuzzling her neck.
* Angelust kissed her hard bruising her lips, his hands spreading her legs so he could thrust deeper, wanting to see her in pain again. He was half tempted to rip her tank top apart, but he had other plans. When the look of anguished pain crossed her face, he let go and came growling in deep spurts. He let he fall, as he put his semi erect cock away. "Go back, sit with your friends. Touch your self, and they die. Oh, and lover, cum does stain."
* Buffy watched him walk away and cursed herself again. {Why do I let him do this to me?} Going back into the bronze she went to the bathroom and quickly cleaned up. Hands balled into fist she went back to the table and sighed. Xander and Cordy were making out in the shadows and Oz and willow where dancing. Taking deep breaths she tried to calm down, wriggling on the stool, trying to get comfortable even as she knew it was impossible.
* Angelust watched from above. Her friends may not have noticed, but her face was a play of emotions. His joy was definitely a sin. He watched as the wolf inhaled, knowing that he could smell Buffy's pumping engorged sex. Knowing the wolf could also smell his cum, leaking from her, creamy thighs.
* Angelust waited most of the night, continuously meeting eyes with her, finally he nodded and made his way to her house, to prepare for tonight's game. "You will scream baby..." He promised the chilled night air.
* Buffy wondered if she had ever spent a more uncomfortable night in her life. Shortly after Oz had sat down she saw his nostrils flare and realized he must be able to smell Angelus on her. When he left the building she made her excuse of another patrol and slipped out the door, feeling Oz's eyes on her the entire time. Reaching her Mom's place in record speed she entered the house hesitantly.
* Angelust was upstairs in her room. "Up here, Slut." He called. He sat straddling her vanity chair, in just his pants. "So tell me, lover. Any bruises left?" He questioned, sketching her dancing earlier tonight, then her face when he fucked her in the Bronze ally.
* Buffy could feel herself get wet at the sight of him and shook her head. "No bruises, just this." She turned around, pulling her top up enough to show him her back, the pail scares spelling out him name still there. Dropping her top she turned back around, "They got infected. Giles said even with my healing that I'd have then for life."
* Angelust grinned in demonic pride. This slayer would forever bear his name. Standing he pulled her close for a fierce kiss, shredding her top and skirt, leaving her in her heals. Turning her, he sat back down his fingers caressing the scar. "Perfect..." He murmured.
* Buffy dropped her head and muttered, "I feel like I've been branded or something." She shivered at his fingers and closed her eyes relishing the tenderness of his caress, knowing it wouldn't last, couldn't last and waited for the pain he always brought her.
* Angelust shifted and let his claws reopen the wound. "Oh but you have been, Slut." He leaned forward licking the blood from her back. "You have been." Standing he walked he to the bed, laying her on her chest, he took her hair down. "You will not cut it unless I say, Slayer." He told her running his hands through the sun colored locks.
* Buffy shuddered at the touch of his tongue and nodded her head, knowing that at least on some level it was true. {As long as he is around I am branded.} She lay on the bed quietly for a moment, digesting his, his order? "Um? I need to get my color done though..." She trailed off before she outright asked for permission.
* Angelust snickered at her. "That's nice whore. But not the words I wanted to hear. Pulling a riding crop from under the bed, where Buffy had once had a stake, he gave her two hits, ranging from the small of her back up to her ass.
* Buffy pushed herself into the bed and managed to gasp out, "What do you want me to say?" She yelped when the crop landed again, fisting her hands in her sheets to stop herself from doing something rash. Turning her head she saw the picture he had draw last time and moaned, "I don't understand."
* Angelust sighs at the welt that appears, seeing her look to the drawing he leaned down. "You hate me, baby?" His hands caressed her ass. Soothing the marks, worming a finger into her dry ass, moving it shallowly. "Tell me... tell 'daddy' all about it." He crooned, before bringing the crop down across her shoulders.
* Buffy clenches around his invading finger, "Please not dry?" She moans when he only increases his force, "I hate you for reminding me what I've lost." She kept pushing into the bed, knowing she couldn't escape but wanting to anyway, "Please? It hurts." She wasn't sure if she meant his finger, the crop or the picture. Perhaps it was all three.
* Angelust leaned down kissing the welts, his tongue worshiping her pain. "I love the way you look when you're in pain baby. The way you sound... it's enough to make a man cum in his pants." he tsk removing his finger, and quickly undoing his pants, not yet bothering to remove them. Crawling between her legs he smiled when she raised offering her deep wet cunt up for his appraisal. "Perfect." She shoved into her.
* Angelust kept shoving not with drawing until she screamed for him, until he could see how he was hurting her, etched on her face. Pulling back he began to fuck her, letting the crop fall, grinning at the welts blood and bruises he was creating. "You know... I wonder which you like more, some times. The pain... or my hard cock pounding away at your whorish cunt.
* Buffy raised onto her knees quickly when he got onto the bed, hoping to keep him out of her ass for as long as possible. She screamed for him when he kept pushing into her, offering the tribute he so wanted. She didn't say anything, unsure if he really wanted an answer. Dropping back down to her shoulder again she reached for the bedhead, taking a death grip and thrusting back to him.
* Angelust continued to alternate between fucking and beating drawing out both his pleasure and her pain. "Tell me, lover... talk to me... tell me what you like, what you want. Tell how best to hurt you, Baby." He groaned when his eyes closed and he had his next image for his painting.
* Buffy was screaming at each hit and thrust, "You are hurting me Angelus. Everything hurts. I don't know what else to tell you. I've spent the last two weeks wondering if you were coming back, both fearing and wanting it. And I know how sick that is. You've taught me things I NEVER wanted to know about pain and pleasure and just how fucked up I am. All I know to say is you've yet to do something that didn't hurt."
* Angelust growls his approval continuing to thrust, letting the crop fall to the floor, his hands running over her abused back. "Do you want to cum, Slut?" His voice was low, and soft like the caress of a lover. Knowing she felt more pain at his kindness then at his harshness. He'd broken her that first night, and it was beautiful.
* Buffy moaned fearing his sudden change in mood, sure it heralded a new twists in his continuing game this her. {Do I want to cum?} She'd wanted nothing else since their encounter in the ally, but saying could lead to other problem "Yes I do. I wanna cum but since when did that really matter to you." She bit down on her lip, shocked at her words. {Fuck I'm stupid sometimes!}
* Angelust sighed, shaking his head and moving out of her and off her body. "Baby... you never learn, no wonder you can't keep a C average." Moving to her head, he turns her, his cock jutting out hitting her lips. "Open up Babe." He smirks down at her. "Oh no.. I was ready to make you cum, lover. You're smart mouth stole it." He saw he mouth begin to open, and shoved his cock down into her throat. "Suck."
* Buffy moans in the back of her throat and chokes when he shoves into her mouth and throat. She sucked his flesh the best she could and tried desperately to control her gag reaction, She moaned when she realize what she was tasting and jumped when he pushed further down her throat and she bit him lightly. Her eyes flying to his she tried to show it was an accident.
* Angelust groaned than snarled loudly, cumming in great spurts into her hot tiny mouth. Her teeth having sent him over the edge. When he calmed from the act, he looked down at her, anger blazing in his eyes. "What is the rule about biting, my wet little cunt?" He roars, backhanding her. Swiftly he places her over his knee, raining blow after blow on to her naked ass.
* Buffy screamed and bucked in his lap, tears poring down her face, "I-l'm s-sorry Angelus, it w-was an accident." She cries more when her words just make him hit harder and was eventually just laying over him lap sobbing heavily, still trying to choke out apologies, "I'm s-so-sorry."
* Angelust continued to beat her ass, watching as it reddened, as she babbled he hit harder. Stopping he stood her in front of himself. "You will learn to behave, or you will suffer." He growled to her, then smirked. "Well suffer worse any how." Laying back across her bed, his hands behind his head. "Ride, me whore."
* Buffy stood for a moment, trying to control her breathing and crawls onto the bed. Her ass was burning and she knew this was going to hurt, but at least not as much as other positions could. Straddling his hip she took one last breath before sliding down his cock, biting her lip at the pain of him stretching her and moaning when her ass hit his legs.
* Angelust sighed, grinning at her, letting her know he had something else planned, just as she got going, looking ready to cum, he reached into her nightstand drawer, pulling out a small bottle of Vaseline. Stopping her, he gave it to her. Meeting Buffy's eyes, letting her read his silent command. "Quickly my lovely little pussy. Before I get angry again."
* Buffy mutely shook her head and got off him, backing too the corner of the bed, "Please no? It hurts so much already. I'll do what ever you want just please not my ass now?"
* Angelust snarled at her, back handing her to the floor. "One last time slayer. The easy way or the hard way. Either way I'm fucking your ass... and I'll watch your face while I do it." His voice was low with deadly intent.
* Angelust raised an unamused eyebrow at her. "I told you to ride me Buff." His smirk was leaking cruelty. "You're going to fuck your ass on my cock, Whore." He spoke slowly as if she were a toddler.
* Buffy flushed bright red as she tried to work it out in her head. Stopping her movements she looked down at him and stuttered her question out, "B-but-t h-how? Ho-how do I-I do-o th-that?" She was totally reeling, unsure of the simple mechanics of the act, "Pl-please show m-me what t-to do Angelus?"
* Angelust laughed at her embarrassment. He'd fucked her ass more then once. Calming slightly he nodded. "Straddle." He ordered. When she did as she was told, he made sure she was still on her knees above him. Spreading her ass cheeks, he let her rest on the tip of his cock. "Now press down, Slut..." He smiled at the look of terror in her eyes. When she hesitated again he lost his patients and forced her down on it, until he was fully embedded in her.
* Buffy screamed when he forced her down onto his cock. Even with the lube it was incredibly painful. Tears trickled from her eyes as she desperately tried to control herself, knowing she had better start doing as ordered she tentatively pushed up. She whimpered at the pain of him stretching her, even as she felt the relief that the intrusion was leaving her and screamed again when he used his grip on her to pull her back down.
* Buffy whimpered between every word when she looked at him and asked the question she had been thinking since his first night, "Why does my pain please you so much?" Pushing up again she slid back down fasted this time, trying to avoid his control over the force of her thrust, still screaming at the feel.
* Angelust groaned at the sight she made. Her screams where wearing thin his hold on himself. They only made him want to hear her scream some more. "Because, my special little whore. It's when you are at your most beautiful." He growled pulling her down into a kiss, making her tighten around him, and he thrust up into her. Putting his hands both on her tits, he began to pinch her nipples. "Ride hard, Baby, don't make me show how its done you later."
* Buffy sped herself as much as she could, every pull up created a whimper and each thrust down a scream. Arching into his hands, trying to ease the pressure on her sensitive and already sore nipples. She cried. Her body shaking form the force of her sobs. Trying no to wonder, nor even think she kept moving, bracing herself on his chest. Trying desperately to please him somehow. Biting though her lip once more she tasted her own blood.
* Angelust tsked her. "Stop playing my little whore." He pulled her down, to his chest, soothing her hair. "You've cum... and hard every time I fuck your ass. It may hurt but I know you like it, Baby." He sits her back up, one hand drifting to her extended clit. "Your dripping...."
* Buffy moaned and clenched down on him when he brushed her clit, "But this hurts so much more that before, and you... you're making me do it to myself. I don't care how wet I am Angelus, it hurts." She dropped her eyes away from his face, "It... just... I... I shouldn't let you do this to me."
* Angelust lets his growl rumble from deep inside his chest. "Face to me Slut!" He smacks her ass. "How badly do you want to be punished? Hmmm?" He thrusts up wards. "I'm still making you do it, babe... I'm just letting you steer the curves this time."
* Buffy darts her eyes to his, crying out at his hit, "I don't want to be punished. She pushing into his thrust and screeches when he goes deeper then before. She speeds up further, now screaming with their every move, desperately clinging to his eyes with her own, knowing she couldn't retreat into herself as a way of coping with it all. "You've made me into something I hate Angelus. Twisted me and bent me and broken me till I don't even recognize myself. And the real bitch is I still don't really understand why."
* Angelust lashed out, smacking her hard across the face. "Watch your mouth, Slut. You will not curse before me. You will show me nothing but respect." He snarled at her, turning them over, and forcing himself further into her tiny body. Coming to his knees, and moving her knees back against her shoulders, he began to pound into her, eyes never leaving her face. "I'll always punish you, baby..." He kissed her tears, smiling as they wet his lips.
* Buffy laughs bitterly, "Who expects respect from a whore Angelus? Maybe your standards are just too high for me to meet. Perhaps you should go find another for your amusement." Sucking he top lip between her teeth this time she bit into it even as her voice went hoarse from screaming. She lies beneath him, panting between cries and sobs; sure he must be close to tearing her apart. She starts to clench her already tight muscles around him, hoping to speed up his
* Angelust exits her, his anger beyond its boiling point. "Maybe you're right, my precious little slut. My whore's know nothing but respect." Quickly he fastens his pants, his shoes are on, and he's buttoning his shirt with vampiric speed and agility. "Maybe I should find some one who can take her training better." He moved passed her, grabbing his drawings. "GoodBye, Buffy." Her bedroom door slammed behind him.
* Buffy moans when he pulls out of her body and watches his hurried movements with totally shock. She can't believe he's leave her and that she's not rejoicing. The slamming of the door spurs her into action and she stumbles to her feet. Grabbing her robe at the door and winding it around her body like a towel as wrenches open the door she calls out, "Please don't go?" not even sure if he is still in the house.
* Angelust halts at the bottom of the stairs. "Again." He orders. Waiting. * Buffy sags to the floor at the sound of his voice, "Please don't leave me Angelus? I... please stay. I'll be good, I'll try, just don't leave me alone?"
* Angelust scoffs, "Oh I'd never leave you alone slut. I'd drive you completely insane before ripping you into tiny slayer pieces." He hadn't turned back, he hadn't moved. "Beg. Beg me. Tell me what you want, and deserve. Beg me."
* Buffy whimpers in shame and despair, "Please hurt me and punish me? Please never leave me?" She's racking her brains, trying to find something to convince him and is failing badly, "I don't know what I deserve but I want you. I need you. I'll do what ever you order me to do, just please stay and hurt me?"
* Angleust shifted, inhaling her desperation and disgust with herself. "Wonderful, my precious little whore." He turned looking up at her. "Again." He demanded, not moving any further. "Tell me more." His eyes scalding her. "Remove the robe. Legs wide whore. Fuck yourself. And tell me... tell me all you want and need." He wanted to see her bruises.
* Buffy unclenched her fingers from the dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. Blushing bright read in shame she leant against the door and slid he legs out from under her body. Spreading her legs so he could see her she whimpered, "I want you. I want to feel you side me, tearing me apart." Sliding a finger over her sore, aroused nipples she whimpered in pain and moaned in pleasure, "I want you to hurt me and make me feel only what you can,"
* Buffy pinched her nipples lightly arching into the pain and let her hand fall down her body until she felt the hair covering her most inner flesh. Hissing softly, sounding loud in the thick air, she pushed one finger into her body and cried out louder, "I want everything Angelus, but I need only one think." pumping her finger she added a second, "Hurts." she whimpered and kept pumping slowly.
* Angleust grinned in vicious delight. The defeat and pain etched in her features was beyond breath taking. "Add another Slayer." He whispered, slowly moving up the stairs. "Faster." He ordered, and idea forming as he watched her fingers disappear into her furry cunt.
* Buffy closed her eyes and slid another finger into her already aching body, eye's flying open in protest she looked up at him, totally bewildered as to why he could make he want this. Speeding up her finger she whimper with every thrust as her abused flesh objected to this latest abuse. Dropping her gaze to the floor she let her thrum drift over her clit and buck into her hand whimpering the feeling. "Angeles" she hisses.
* Angleust growls popping his button open, his zipper falling open. Crashing with his slayer to the carpeting, pulling her fingers from with in her body, he thrusts into her bucking wildly, impassioned by her screams and begging. His laughter ringing high and clear, as she tried to free herself. "Admit it Slut, you fucking love this." His thrusting only increased as he pulled her legs over his shoulders, reangleing his pounding of her abused core.
* Buffy hands flew tot he wall to brace herself and let out a short scream every time he thrust into her, "I don't love it Angelus. But I do want it, want you." thrusting back against him she shuddered when he started hitting her into the floor, feeling the bruises form and the newly reopened scars of her back tear again. One hand tangled in his hair and pulled his face down to her own. Just before she kisses him she bit through her lip again.
* Angleust growled angered by her actions. "Not hard enough Slayer?" He snarls. Moving to his knees, he braces his hands flat above her shoulders not allowing her to move. Shifting for added vengeance he begins to pound her harder. Heeding pleasure in her every pain. He refused her any amount of pleasure, watching her face.
* Angleust found the strength to go faster still. "More slut? You want more. Bag for it, bitch." He was over come with lust, and sank his fangs into her breast, drinking only a bit. "I said beg, you stupid cunt." He bit her again. "Looking up smiling down at her, his fangs and face marred with her blood. "My cunt, my whore, my fallen angel. You're nothing more then a demons fuck toy. Oh wait, your a willing victim." Finally he drank from her throat.
* Buffy howled when his fangs sank into her throat and nodded her agreement to his words even as she cum from his bite, Bucking up to his, squeezing around him she pushed her throat into his fangs and screamed again when they sank deeper into her body. Almost passing out she bucked up to him deliberately clenching around him, knowing she was sure to be punished. But every time he bit and drank from her, she came.
* Angleust removed his fangs looking down at her. "Whore." He scoffed, slapping her hard across the face. "I'm practically raping you. Ripping your tight little cunt apart with my, and trust me here, bitch, painfully hard cock... and still you cum. Still you clench your hot, sticky walls around my dick, and do everything you can think of to take me deeper." Smacking her thigh he orders. "On your knees, bitch!" His joviality, frightening.
* Angleust smacks her again harder loving the ugly marks on her already abused skin, he moved up on his knees, pulling out of her. "I said over, my lovely cock sucker."
* Buffy winced and hissed at the pains every movement caused she rolled her knees and literally biting her tongue to keep the words floating around her head silent. Every part of her body ached and she wondered how she could cum when she hurt so much. Not sure of what else he wanted she kept still, blinking slowly, breath coming in short pants, hanging her head in shame. {I guess I am what you made me Angelus.} Arms shaking so badly she could barely support her weight.
* Angleust softly lay both hands down on her shoulders. Then pulled her back, only to charge full force into her body again. Grunting his smile pure devil's play, when she screamed. "Curse me sweet heart. Hate me bitch. Beg for it... my how wonderful you are. Like a finely tuned instrument. I could play you all day fucking long." His words became more vulgar his actions more brutal. He wanted her in as much pain as he could induce on her.
* Buffy screamed and with the added force of his thrust and weight on her collapsed down onto her shoulders, which only elevated her ass and allowed him that bit deeper into her body. She was sobbing, her body shaking violently, unable to form thoughts let alone words. When his thrust started pounding her head into the wall she almost passed out and weakly started to struggle, finally managing to get her arms between her head and the wall.
* Angleust finally came spurting his cold dead seed deep inside her, purposely coating her cervix, letting her feel how much of a whore she was. With a satisfied sigh her leaned back against the hall wall, looking at her. After a bit he stood. "Get up and into the bathroom. You're going to shave you pussy for me, whore." Pulling her up he gave her a sound swat on the ass. "I want to see that cunt bald. I want to know how long I fucked you by how red and bruised it is."
* Buffy shuddered when he came and cried when he pulled out of her, feeling empty and discarded. Whimpering she managed to crawls up the wall and get to the bath room before falling to the floor again, screaming when she hit a collection of bruises, "I can't." she called out softly, knowing he could hear her, "I'll cut myself up badly."
* Angleust growled pulling her back up and depositing her in the tub. Setting her down, so she leaned against the far wall, he sat on the toilet. "I suggest you be very careful. If I do it... I won't use a razor, slut." His smile, was enough to set her on edge. "Start the water." He set he shaving cream and razor on the rim of the tub, along with a pair of clippers, he'd found in her medicine cabinet.
* Buffy took one more look at him before turning the taps on and whimpered softly quickly adjusting the temperature. Reaching out with a shaking hand she took the clippers and whispered, "C-could you pa-pass the mirror? I can't s-see wh-what I'm do-doing." she avoiding looking at him and fixed on the razor on the side of the tub.
* Angleust snorted, grabbing the make up mirror on the counter he handed it to her. "Open your legs wider, and it'll be easier to reach your fuck whole, Slut." Smiling in mock sweetness. "I wanna have a nice view of the show."
* Buffy turned the water off when there was about two inches covering the bottom of the bath and still shaking spread her leg whimpering again when over strained muscles made themselves know. Positioning the mirror she narrowed her world down to the task of clipping the hairs as short as she could, ruthlessly controlling the shaking of her hand she managed to only cut herself once, biting back her gasp of pain watching the trickle of blood with morbid fascination.
* Angleust watched her face, as she watched herself bleed. It was definitely something met to be appreciated. Angelus' Slayer was a walking work of art. "Beautiful isn't it?" He asked, his finger picking the blood up along with their mingled passions. Bringing the finger to her mouth he grinned as she instinctively sucked it down. "Continue. And be careful. You can't know how bad it feels to be fucked in a cut up pussy." He warned.
* Angelust was utterly captivated by her face. The mixture of fear and pleasure in her face, was beyond incredible. "Rinse." The order was low and husky. When she was clean he looked her over, smiling sadistically. Undoing his pants he let his rock hard cock free. "I'll let you have a thought. Tell me where you want, my tiny hot little cunt."
* Angelust laughed stroking his own cock, laughing at the confusion on her face. "Quickly, my little bitch... or I'll take your options away..." He growled at the precum on the tip of his cock as it cooled. "Lick it... clean it whore. And answer me." He snarled, backhanding her.
* Buffy caught herself on the edge of the bath before she hit that wall, whimpering softly, rinsing the rest of the suds away she got out of the bath the dropped to her knees, licking the tip of his cock as ordered, moaning at the taste. Looking back up at him she managed to force out, "Where ever you wa-want An-Angelus."
* Angelust growled again backhanding her again. Tsking her he laughed and put his cock away. "Poor little slut... if I wanted to place it some where... I was giving YOU the choice." He sighs dramatically, kicking her in the side. "Living room. I have some new toys to show you."
* Angelust laughs at Buffy, kicking her again. "Poor little fucking, wet cunted, whore." He growled down at her. Again reopening his pants, he begins to stroke harder at his hardened cock. "Come closer. Let me shower you, my *growl*..." He waited for her to come closer, then showered her in his tangy cum. Laughing as the coolness splashed her tear stricken face.
* Buffy curled around the side he had kick protectively, tears starting to slide down her face again, moving closer she winced when he came over her face and closed her eyes for a long moment before looking back at him briefly and then down at the floor. "Living room?" she questioned softly, fearfully, wondering if he had changed his mind. Licking her lips absently she moaned softly and looked back up at him, eyes begging for some sign of what to do.
* Buffy looked into his eyes and shuddered at the darkness they held and for a moment wondered if she as going to survive the night. Knowing in her heart she couldn't stop him even if he was going to kill her. {Fuck I'm pathetic.}
* Angelust laughed at her face. "You so gorgeous... I just love to make you hurt baby." He nodded at her question, leaving the room. "Clean up, then in the living room."
* Buffy grabs the washer from the sink she wet it and washes her face quickly, desperately trying not to think about what he was planing for her. Drying up she spared one last glance at the mirror before following him out of the room and walking to the door of the living room, eyes searching him out before entering the room and sighing in relief when she found him. Entering the room, arms wrapped around her waist she looked up at him, "What now?"
* Angelust glared at her, then laughed, she looked so tiny... so lost. "See the fire... we're going to play." He motioned to the long coffee table. "Lay down." He looked at the fire, checking the many branding irons glowing with in its belly, then checking the candles. "I said LAY bitch. Making me repeat my self will only make me angry." She snarled turning and pushing her to the floor, straddling her he spanked her now bruised ass. "Feel good, slut?"
* Buffy moaned loudly and nodded yes before she realized it, "Hurts too though." letting out a cry she felt the tears flowing already, "Kinda sick aren't I Angelus. I beg you to hurt me and it makes me cum. How twisted is that." Laying as still as she could, whimpering and letting out small cries every time he hit he she felt the lust building up inside as well. {So twisted.}
* Angelust growled. "You enjoy it, whore... you want more?" He snarled hard, beating harder. "CUM!! Drench your carpet, cum like the giant cunt you are!" He continued to beat her ass.
* Buffy can feel every muscle in her body clench tight and almost screams as she cums from his beating alone. Her entire body shaking she hisses put one word, "More." Moving up to met each blow she is crying out loudly now, hoping to god no one can hear them, "Please more?"
* Angelust laughs again at the shuddering form of his slayer. "Such the tiny fucking whore. Maybe I'll leave you gagged on the table in your precious library... with a tape recording of my voice ORDERING you to cum... a small vibrator in your cunt." He moved her on the table, tying her down to it, face up, legs spread, pussy leaking every where.
* Angelust picks up a candle dribbling it onto her stomach, loving her new screams. "Leave you for your watcher to find a shuddering cumming mass."
* Buffy bucked and pulled franticly at the ropes holding her down and screamed when the wax dripped on her skin, "Please don't Angelus? He thinks so badly of me now. I can't be out there without both you and him. I don't know how to." keeping her eyes open through will alone she bit her lip again, "Please?"
* Angelust trails the wax up Buffy's chest, dropping it onto one nipple watching and listening to her reply. "Yes... yessss.... poor little cunt. You don't want your watcher to find you?" He moves the wax to the other breast. He is now kneeling he drops fresh wax on her other nipple, keeping the flame close enough so it wouldn't fully harden. "Who owns you Slayer?"
* Buffy whimpers loudly, her nipple feeling like it's on fire, "You own me Angelus. Always."
* Angelust grins, swooping down for a kiss. "Trailing wax over the freshest of her bites." Then over back down to her freshly shaven cunt. He moves for a newer candle. "Ready, baby?" He whispers, his eyes alight in glee.
* Angelust dropped fresh wax onto her shaven cunt. "Like that?" He grins as he drips it along her wet folds. and the tip of her distended clit. "More?" He breaths, on a breath he needn't have taken. "So.. beautiful... yes baby, sing for me..."
* Buffy screams at the top of her lungs when the wax falls on her clit, "Hurts Angelus." Squirming under the ropes she tries to get free, "Pleasepleasepleaseplease." She chants the same word over and over, not knowing what she is asking for. When the next drop of wax falls she screams again and cums powerfully, bucking and shuddering moving the table with the force of her convulsion.
* Angelust growls in approval of her actions. "Yes, more..." Moving between her spread thighs. He blows on the wax, and then peals it off. Holding her open he takes a new candle, this one larger and full of wax. Slowly he dribbles the liquid fire into her cunt hole. "Yes, baby... yes, scream for
Daddy.. let me know how much your enjoying it." He pours more in once her. Traveling back up and pouring some on her clit, then back into her scorched hole.
* Buffy shudders at his growl and hands clenching into fist, nails cutting her skin. She sighed softly when the wax cooled and looking at him tensed all over again at the sight of the new candle. Shaking her head in futile denial she was shocked beyond even her terror when he poured the wax into her, "Oh god." Screaming loudly she thrashed in pain. Every drop if wax felt like it was burning into her flesh down to the bone.
* Buffy shuddered powerfully when the wax returned to her clit, feeling her muscles tense the beginning signs she was learning to welcome with as perfect mix of dread and longing. When the wax returned to her cunt she bellowed and once again came strongly, still pulling at the ropes, but no longer wanting to escape the combined sensations of pain and pleasure.
* Angelust again cooled the wax, having set the candle down, and pealed it away. His icy tongue working at her burning flesh. "Tell me lover... tell Daddy what you want. Admit to me your needs." He stood moving to the fire. He removed one of the smaller brands. "After tonight I'll have to wait for weeks to touch you. So be honest. Tell Daddy what you want." He turns showing her the fire red cross.
* Angelust grins at the terrified look on her face. "Oh don't worry... I have others. A stake, the words... whore, slut, fuck, cunt... so tell me Princess.. tell me what you want."
* Buffy wails softly, "I only want you. I want you to stop leaving me and going away. I want to please you so you don't leave. I don't want this, bu-but I th-think I-I ne-need it." By the end she was crying again, totally appalled at her confession, "I want you to need me like I do you." Sobbing now she looked away from him, not wanting to see his amusement at her words. Speaking only in her mind she added, {I want to hate you not love you.}
* Angelust puts the brand back into the fire, he smiles quite pleased with what he already saw in her eyes. Her pain was her beauty. "Do you want me to shower you in my cum? Do you want to ride me, while I'm buried deep with in your tight hot ass?" He had moved so the he was whispering in her ear. Moving he twisted her nipples bring pain along with the humiliating questions.
* Angelust smirks, loving the power he had over her. "You want my belt marring your skin? My bruises on your body? My name scrawled across your back permanently?" His hands became rougher with her breasts with each new question. His claws slashed her stomach, but not to deep. "My cunt, my whore, my slut, my child?" He began to draw in the blood. Each word, had a picture.
* Angelust moves swiftly to the fire retrieving "whore", branding her three times. "You are my greatest work of art, slayer. You are more then passion or mere obsession... I do need you... I need to make you hurt, bleed, scream, and cry... you inspire me to new lengths." Next came slut... then cunt... the stake... he branded her chest, arms, legs. Watching listening with acute and sick fascination.
* Buffy arched into his hand as he started twisting her nipple, mind churning with the dark, erotic images he was calling up. Each time she wanted to answer he spoke again and she was once again lost in the sea of images. When the first brad touched her skin she screamed. An ear shattering noise of pure pain. Every time the brand touched down the same noise erupted from her throat. Thrashing mindlessly she even managed to break on of the ropes holding her arm down
* Buffy arched into his hand as he started twisting her nipple, mind churning with the dark, erotic images he was calling up. Each time she wanted to answer he spoke again and she was once again lost in the sea of images. When the first brad touched her skin she screamed. An ear shattering noise of pure pain. A sound that she was sure was wrenched from her very soul.
* Buffy made the same sound every time the brand touched down. That same noise erupting from her throat. Thrashing mindlessly she even managed to break on of the ropes holding her arm down. Looking up at him she was caught by his eyes, drinking in, seeming to swallow her pain whole. When he lifted the brand and failed to take another she looked at him and finally passed out, sliding into the pain filled darkness with one work, "Angelus."
* Angelust sighed after she had finally passed out, pleased her was the last thought on her mind. His was filled with her screams and the look of agony with each new branding.
* Angelust put the fire out and carried the tiny girl up to her room, placing her on the bed, on her back, he sat down and drew again. Wanting to capture each new image. Each memory. Knowing he'd need them for later. As dawn drew nearer he, kissed her taking his things and leaving her. He assumed she needed the rest to recuperate. "Poor, Baby it'll heal, don't worry."
* Angelust spent the next two weeks creating four smaller paintings. One had her on her bed being stripped by his whip. One had her in the bathroom, clean-shaven cunt and cum dripping from her face shame and humiliation radiating from her form, the next showed her with the wax, in the throws of orgasm. The last... the last showed her tide to the table and her body fully branded and that look just before she passed out. Soon he'd have enough for his showing.
* Angelust smiled, downing his brandy and blood. He grinned at his children. Soon... soon he would finish her. Then he could rest again. Soon he would have all of his wants. The Slayer would fall. Had she not passed out, she may have even fallen that very night... no... it was too soon. "But, time is drawing nearer... she will be ours, wonderful isn't she children?" Angelus allowed both his children to feel his gentle caress over their heads.