Breaking a Slayer

Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 1

By Dark Rhiannon

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, well, let's just say Angel wouldn't be yearning for Cordy and Dawn would never have existed. All Hail Joss Whedon, gave us this wonderful place to play.

Spoilers/Ships: This is loosely based on BtVS "Who Are You" and "This Year's Girl" with lines from those and from Ats "Sanctuary," and other eps, however, I would call it AU because I've played bloody hell with the timelines. Dawn doesn’t exist, Buffy hasn't slept with Riley yet, Spike's feelings are more pronounced, and events happen quite a bit differently than they did in either series. Buffy/Spike/Angel/Xander/Anya. Willow/Tara.

Distribution: Sure, just let me know.

Feedback: Is always nice.

Rating: NC-17-XXX with warnings for non-consensual sex, really graphic rape of a major character (of all kinds! not for the faint of heart!), torture, character death, other kinds of sex, slash and just general angst.

Author's Note: I'd like to be extremely forward and dedicate this to Ducks, the first one I ever read; Laure Alexander, Tango, Margot le Faye, Indie, and, of course, Mayaan, whose imaginations are boundless and whose characterizations inspired me.

"This Year's Girl"

Buffy: "It doesn't have to be like this, you know?"

Faith: "You took my life, B. Payback's a bitch!"

Buffy: "Going for the boyfriend again? That's tired."

Faith: "Just something to remember me by once I've moved on."

Faith countered with another roundkick, this time hitting Buffy and knocking her down. She quickly reached the fireplace and grabbed something off the mantle. It was the Mayor's present to her and she slipped the rings of the device on her hand and fourth and index fingers, keeping the small device in place in her palm.

"Trust me, B, this will hurt you more than it hurts me, even if it *is* only temporary!" Before Buffy could hit her again, Faith grabbed her hand and held it tight, the small device between their palms. A glowing light emanated from their hands as the device activated. Then both young women fell to their knees, dazed.

[Faith] looked at their clasped hands then raised her eyes and seemed surprised as she looked at [Buffy.] [Buffy] pulled back her fist and hit [Faith] hard in the face with a right hook, sending her to the floor unconscious.

Joyce hurried into the living room. "You okay?"

[Buffy] looked down at the strange device she was holding in her hand with an awed expression on her face. "All things considered."

Joyce looked at the device in [Buffy's] hand, "What is that?"

[Buffy] glanced down at it, "Weapon of some kind."

She threw it down on the floor and stomped her boot on it. There was a flash of light as it was crushed. "Didn't work whatever it was."

There was a loud pounding on the door. "Ah, the police," said Joyce.

[Buffy] looked at the front door then down at [Faith,] lying on the broken coffee table. "She's their problem now."

Joyce nodded, "You're sure you're okay?"

[Buffy] considered the question as she looked down at [Faith.] "Five by five." She tilted her head slightly as a grin formed on her lips.

***

Buffy was in Faith's body. *What did I do to deserve this? C'mon, we saved the world. We averted the apocalypse again. What do we have to do to catch a break here, anyway?*

There was no one to turn to in Sunnydale once she'd escaped the Watchers' hit squad. The Scoobies had been so relieved at [Faith's] capture, they'd scattered for the summer. Giles had left for a retreat in England so very excited to have been invited again that he was polishing his glasses non-stop. Willow and Tara left for a summer semester abroad and Xander had hit the road, as well. She was on her own. She snuck home through the trusty bedroom window, stole some money from Mom's wallet and took the bus to LA. Surely Angel would be able to see that it was really her.

Dejected and alone, B walked the long blocks from the bus terminal to Angel's apartment. It was creepy, walking alone in the dark in the wrong body. Everything felt slightlyoff. Her hearing and vision were different in subtle ways she couldn't even grasp and the body still felt weak from the switch. She knew Faith was stronger than this, but that strength was hard to reach. She desperately wanted her own body back. God only knew what Faith was doing with hers.

***

Faith was having a marvelous time at the Bronze. First, she celebrated with a little dancing of the slutty variety. When that got old, she headed for the bar. Spike walked out from under the stair case and bumped into her.

"Ooo!" Faith exclaimed.

Spike sighed in exasperation, "Oh, *you.*"

Faith had no idea who he was. She paused for a moment, "And you."

Spike glowered at her. "What? Are you keeping tabs on me? You're gonna give me a hard time now?"

Faith blinked at him questioningly. "Um, do I usually give you a hard time?"

Spike was not amused. "Very funny. Well, you don't have to worry about me drinking." He raised his beer bottle. "Unless you're here to protect innocent beers."

He walked back to stand under the stairs. Faith followed him and leaned an arm against a support. "You're a vampire."


Spike glared at her. "Was. And as soon as I get this chip out of my head, I'll be a vampire again. But until then, I'm just as helpless as a kitten up a tree. So why don't you sod off?"

Faith looked at him nonchalantly, "Okay," she said as she started walking away.

Spike was pissed. "Oh, fine! Throw it in my face!" he groused as she turned to face him again. "Spike's not a threat anymore, I'll turn my back! He can't hurt me."

Faith gasped, "Spike?" She recognized the name as the light dawned. "Spike." She started to smile as she stepped closer to him, until she was standing right in front of him. "William the Bloody with a chip in his head. I kind of love this town."

Spike scoffed at her, "You know why I really hate you, Summers?"

Faith smirked cheerfully at him. "Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?"

Spike faltered, "WellYeah, that covers a lot of it."

Faith continued blithely on, "Cause I could do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness?" She shrugged, "I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could have anything. Anyone." She stepped even closer, putting her hands on his chest, until their faces were only inches apart. Spike backed up until his back was against a support and Faith stayed close. "Even you, Spike," she grated in a sultry tone. "I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't?"

Their lips were very close. Spike was suddenly consumed with desire, as his fascination with the Slayer shifted from killing her to other things. She'd given his Sire a pretty ride, but he'd never have thought that she'd offer to do him. He hadn't even thought of her in that way. Until now. She was a gorgeous piece, and a fascinating adversary, that was certain; and her promise of pain piqued his interest and other things. He shifted uncomfortably in his now tight pants and leaned in closer to hear her answer.

Faith chuckled at him knowingly, "Because it's wrong." She stepped around him, backing off, and Spike glared at her with lascivious eyes as she grinned back at him.

Spike hissed menacingly at her. "I get this chip out you and me are gonna have a confrontation."

Faith replied just as menacingly, "Count on it." She walked away. In silent rage, Spike turned in frustration and hurled his bottle against the wall where she had been standing just a moment ago. Still angered, he turned and stalked across the club towards the door, stepping between a young couple, and shoving them roughly aside. Before he could take another step, the implant in his head sent pain shooting through his skull and he raised a hand to his head. As the pain subsided he continued on the way to his crypt. Surely there he could get these inappropriate thoughts about the Slayer out of his head.

***

Faith stood in Riley's room. "You miss me

Riley smiled at her. "I did, actually. Everything's ok?"

Faith walked forward. "Everything's great."

Riley looked concerned, "What about Faith?"

Faith sat on Riley's lap, straddling him suggestively. "Faith has a won a fabulous trip to England, and I got the consolation prize, which is you."

Riley looked at her, "So I don't have to worry about Faith showing up? Though I have to admit, I was kind of curious to meet her."

Faith grasped Riley's hands and leaned back, still string ing him.

Riley gulped, "Or I was until about 30 seconds ago."

Faith sat up and leaned into him, "Oh, you wouldn't have liked Faith. She's not proper and joyless, like a girl should be. She has a tendency to give in to her animal instincts." She kissed Riley and nipped at his lip.

Riley looked at her for a moment, "Door's open."

Faith looked him up and down suggestively, "So?"

Riley gazed back, "So my fantasies don't tend to include a bunch of marines staring in at me."

Faith laughed and kissed his neck, "Oh, I didn't want them to watch, I wanted them to join in, baby. Hey, boys," she called out, "you want a piece of this action? So...how do you want me?" She crawled on the bed looking away from Riley and turned around.

Riley looked nonplussed, "How do I?"

Faith grinned wickedly at him, "Yeah. what do you wanna do with this body? What nasty little desire have you been itching to try out? Am I a bad girl? Do you wanna hurt me?" She wrapped her arms around him.

Riley was confused, "What are we playing at here?"

Faith took her arms off him, "I'm Buffy."

Riley responded, perplexed, "Ok. then I'll be Riley." Faith huffed, "Well, if you don't wanna play" she started to leave and Riley held onto her.

"Right. I don't wanna play. He kissed her very gently and she responded as he kicked the door shut.

***

Faith climbed from Riley's bed, stretching luxuriously as he slept on. That had been fun, but hardly the ride she was expecting. Then again, miss goody two-shoes Slayer tight-ass probably loved it. Faith, however, was ready for more fun and the night was young. She dressed and strode across the campus towards the tell-tale sounds of a fraternity party. Women were more than welcome and she waltzed right on in.

The entire Phi Beta Epsilon fraternity was beer-dazed and waiting for her. Faith picked out a tall black guy and sauntered up to him. It took barely a minute to convince him that she'd *love* to see his room. Once there, she quickly divested him of his clothes and smiled in appreciation at his toned body. This should be fun. She threw her clothes to the floor and climbed onto him for a ride. He finished all too quickly, so she tossed his button-down shirt on and went after more prey. Soon, she had fucked at least half of the boys. They were amazed at her stamina. She was amazed at Buffy's body. Who knew, maybe blondes did have more fun! Even if it wasn't natural, she thought, glancing down at the boy pounding between her legs. Unfortunately, the boys were just thatboys. Not very experienced in the sack, and way too beery to be more than a few minutes ride. No danger. Boring.

Once she'd finished off the frat boys, Faith decided to head for some more serious action. She grabbed B's weapons from the dorm room she'd scouted out earlier and jogged towards the cemetery. Sure enough, plenty of vamp action tonight. She caught one fledgling just rising and dusted him in seconds. As the stake plunged home, she sent a mental thank-you to B for taking such good care of her body. The muscles moved sleekly under her tanned skin and slaying felt almost like a ballet to her with the graceful dance of death. An older vamp waiting for his minion to rise snarled fiercely at her and leaped to attack with his fangs and claws. Faith ducked the first swing, countering with a roundhouse followed by a swift uppercut and a darting jab with the stake in her right hand. Dust. As the minion rose, Faith plunged the stake into her with a swoop and continued on her way.

A sign at a biker bar known for its rough customers blinked an enticing neon at her and she obeyed its summons, stuffed the stake in her back pocket and entered. This looked like her kind of place. The dimly lit interior was full of bikers, at least twenty, drinking, shooting up and playing pool. Faith strutted to the pool table and grabbed a cue, caressing it suggestively with long slow strokes of Buffy's tiny hands. She licked her lips suggestively, and gave one of the pool players a come-on stare. He walked obediently over to her and placed one meaty paw on her stomach. "Hey, baby," she cooed, "you look like you could give me a ride to remember, wanna hop on and try me?"

He laughed, tossing his cue to his opponent and kissed her lustily. "You came to the right man, little lady. John'll ride you till you scream for mercy." He ripped open her shirt, sending buttons flying across the sticky floor and grabbed at her breasts with all the finesse of a 14 year old. Luckily, she was hot enough not to care, as he pulled her jeans off and tossed them away, leaving her clad in nothing but white cotton panties and bra. "You sure look cute in your skivvies, baby, what's your name?"

"Buffy," Faith replied, "and I can ride every man in this place till he screams for mercy."

John laughed and ripped her remaining clothes from her. She wiggled lasciviously at him and waited as he undid his belt and opened his pants. His leather chaps were worn and dusty against her legs as he leaned forward to paw at her breasts. He leaned down and took one hard nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he reached between her legs to probe her wetness. Satisfied that his entry would be easy, he dispensed with the foreplay and shoved his medium sized dick into her hot cunt. She moaned, more from frustration than satisfaction and hoped he'd be done quickly so she could move on to someone better endowed. John proved satisfactory in that respect, coming in mere minutes and quickly disengaging from her. Faith leaned back against the table and asked the rowdy room in a loud voice, "Ok, studs, who's next?" Three more men surged forward, bumping and pushing to take their turns with the enticing blonde. Faith was loving this.

Six men later, Faith was feeling a delicious soreness between her legs and starting to rethink taking on the whole bar. Buffy's body was lithe and supple, but clearly unaccustomed to this kind of misuse. Faith was too smto tto try to leave, though, she knew that her play could easily turn into something a lot uglier if she tried to walk away now. Instead she strutted over to several men shooting up in the corner. Grabbing their fifth of Jack Daniels, she chugged the remaining two thirds and then leaned over to offer her vein to the biker with the needle. "Give me a little something, baby, and I'll give you the ride of your life," she offered.

She felt the rush of the heroin fill her body with pleasure, mixing with the JD to fuzz her senses. She leaned over and unbuckled Needle Guy's pants, then slid to her knees to take his hard cock in her mouth. She sucked hard, pulling at the skin with her teeth and cupping his balls in her hands. Faith stroked him with long hard pulls until initial buzz from the hit wore off a bit, then she straddled the biker's body and lowered herself onto his slick, fat dick, groaning in painful pleasure as he stretched her sore hole. Suddenly, she gasped in shock and stopped moving as the world spun around her and everything went cold.

***

Buffy gasped in shock as she fell to her knees in the street outside Angel's hotel. She flinched as her body, no Faith's body, suddenly seemed to chill and shrink. Then she realized that she was outside of the body looking down on it. She could feel a tugging pulling her away from it, first slowly, then faster and faster. In a blink, she was yanked out of the city and back into her own body in Sunnydale. Shock kept her still for a moment and she shook her head as she realized that once again she was back in her own body, then she began to scream as she felt the cock ripping into her flesh. Slap. A huge hand bashed her across the face.

"Shut up, Bitch. I didn't share that expensive junk with you to have you go all ape-shit on me." The biker flipped her onto a table below him and continued his frenzied humping, spilling his seed into her as he bellowed, "Right, I'm all done, who's next to ride this pretty little thing?"

Buffy moaned, pushing him off of her and trying to stand. The body switch, booze and, God, did he say heroin? coursing through her veins made it impossible to focus. She stepped away, looking around the dim bar, seeking an exit or someplace to run, but just as she saw the door and moved in that direction, another huge man grabbed her arm and twisted her around. "Now, where do you think you're going, missy? You said you'd take every man in here for the ride of his life and I'm holding you to that promise, baby!" She pushed him away, frightened and confused by her surroundings and the shock of being back in her own body in such a strange place. Her cunt throbbed painfully and she could tell that the previous man wasn't the first to have her. "I changed my mind, I was wrong, please let me go now," she pleaded as she tried in vain to pull her arm from his grasp. Her strength wasn't returning and the shock left her weak and disoriented.

The biker turned her around and pushed her face down onto the pool table with one beefy hand as he unclasped his belt with the other. "Sorry, bitch, can't change the game now," he laughed as he thrust his rock hard dick into her aching hole. She screamed and tried to writhe away, until he bashed her head into the table a half dozen times. Dizzy and nauseated, she groaned in pain as he continued thrusting. "This one likes it rough, Sam, maybe you should ride her next," he shouted to a giant of a man drinking beer at a table nearby. He stood up and walked towards them, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants as Buffy's rider came with a howl. He pulled out and she fell to the floor and retched uncontrollably.

Seemingly unconcerned with the state of his victim, Sam grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her to her feet. She moaned as he slapped her across the face, and tried to block with her left arm. He hauled off and belted her across the right side of her head, sending stars swirling across her vision. Then he grabbed her aching head and pushed her to her knees in front of him. She gasped for air and he thrust his long cock into her mouth, bruising the back of her throat and making her gag. He pumped in and out of her unresisting lips, hitting her throat on every thrust. She gagged and gasped for air as her pounding head ached in time with his thrusts. After what seemed an eternity, he came, filling her throat and mouth with foul-tasting cum. He pulled out and she fell to the filthy floor, gagging and retching until her empty stomach ached.

She lay there in a daze, grateful for the momentary respite until she noticed a pair of dirty black boots in front of her. She looked up to see another huge man staring down at her with an evil grin on his face. He grabbed her now dirty hair and pulled her up to stand shivering in front of him. She flinched as he traced each bruise swelling on her face. He trailed his meaty fingers down her battered and painful rib cage pushing roughly on every contusion. She moaned helplessly, too spent to even try to resist him. Everything was hazy and indistinct to her tired eyes, everything, that is, except the pain pounding in nearly every inch of her tormented body.

Grinning, the man turned her around and threw her onto the pool table again, face down. She heard the zip as he opened his jeans and felt his hands spread her aching legs. Without warning, he plunged his dick into her virgin ass, ripping through the outer ring of muscle with one violent thrust before pushing himself as deeply into her body as he could reach. Buffy screamed in helpless agony, momentarily shocked from her daze by the extraordinary pain in her now bleeding ass. She screamed again, as his hands reached around to grab her bruised nipples, twisting and pinching them until pain rocketed from them to her cunt and back again. He used her breasts as handles, pulling her toward him and then thrusting again and again into her ass until he was slick with her blood. She prayed to pass out from the pain, but he kept her just this side of unconsciousness, seeming to savor every hoarse scream she uttered. Finally, when she had screamed her throat raw, and couldn't utter a sound above a low, pain-filled moan, he came, filling her bloody, abused ass with scalding cum and pulling out at last.

He dropped her to the floor, kicked her once in the ribs and yelled, "Let's ride." As they strode from the bar into the early dawn light, the bikers kicked her until she was covered in bruises from head to toe. Blissful unconsciousness seized her finally, and she passed out before the bartender tossed her battered body into the back alley to live or die as she saw fit.

***
to be continued