Business transaction

I own none of the fandoms played with here. I am just a slightly twisted individual with evil evil muses.
Warning: this fic contains graphic sex. M/M/F, F/F, M/F, oral, anal, solo, non-consenting, torture, minor, BDSM and other things of that nature.


“What I have for you, gentlemen.” Ethan intoned in a cheerful voice, grinning down at his audience , “is a unique business opportunity. All of you,” he went on, scanning the audience, “have needs.” He smirked and patted the covered cage next to him. “Inside this cage, is the answer to those needs.” The audience began to mutter and rustle and pay closer attention. “And I found a way so that all of you can take advantage of it.” The muttering stopped. Ethan smirked, “for a fee of course.” He stepped forwards.

“You all have one thing in common,” he paused for a moment to let this statement sink in, as the audience took a moment to look around the room. “You need the blood of the key. It may be for religious reasons, for spell casting reasons, or just for your little collection of special things. You all need the blood, some of you need it in different states than others, the virgin blood of the key, blood from the maidenhead of the key, hearts blood, hips blood.” Ethan gave a light shrug. “I can supply it all.”

“She must be alive for the spells to work!” One man called out, what you suggest should leave her dead. Ethan’s smirk grew bigger and he shook his head. The same man went on, “And what if more than one person needs the same type of blood, or if we need to do the ritual around her body?” the crowd made agreeing noises.

“The key has been in my possession for almost a month.” Ethan said airily, “and in that time I’ve taken her virginity 6 times and done 6 successful spells. I’ve found a way to do whatever is needed to her body, and then put it back into the same state as it was before I ever touched her.” The room went quiet. “You can do anything you want with the key short of actually killing her. Want to fuck the key? You can. Want to torture the slayers little sister, without fear of reprisal? You can. Need the key for a ritual? You can have the key. Want a willing fuck that will give you magical power? I’ve got it for you.” The audience surged forwards, and he held up one hand. “At a price. Blood can be provided for all who need it, as many times as they need it, so can the key herself.” He let that sink in. A smooth cultured voice from the back of the room spoke up then.

“How do we know you’ve really got the key?” The man inquired. “I for one, want proof.” Ethan smiled, he’d been waiting for this, each person in this room knew what the key looked like, either from obsession, fear or reverence. He stepped back and grasped the curtain, after a moment of sheer grandstanding, he swept the curtain down.

Dawn Summers was barely conscious, tied by the wrists and ankles to the cage. She stood naked, arms apart, legs spread, breast lifted by the way she was held. The room full of people took in a breath and then began shouting out offers. Dawn lifted her head and stared out at the room, fear and anger flitting across her face. Ethan held up his hand and silence reigned for a moment.

“But first,” he smirked, “a little demonstration.” He unlocked the cage and grabbed a large knife before stepping inside. He held the knife just under one of Dawns breasts and ran the blade down her side slowly, blood seeping after the blade as Dawn whimpered. He stepped back so all could see, then he place a hand on Dawns forehead and chanted softly in Latin. The cut began to disappear, the blood returning to her body as the skin closed . Within seconds there was no sign of Dawn ever being injured. “And if you want willing,” he wiggled an eyebrow, “well, we can do that too, if you don’t want to work for it on your own.” Ethan muttered a short spell, and Dawns eyes slipped closed, after a second they reopened, full of lust and eager to please.

“Anything you suggest, she eagerly awaits, and even begs for, enjoys and will get off from.” He ran a hand over Dawns breast, smirking as her breathing changed. “Isn’t that right Dawn?” he asked pleasantly. “Do you want to be fucked?” She nodded, eyes locked on his. Ethan waved a hand at the audience. “Do you want these people to take you, do what ever they wish to your body?” Dawn nodded again, breathing heavily. Ethan untied one of her wrists. “play with yourself for the audience.” Ethan ordered with a smirk. He turned away, grinning about all the money he would soon have to play with. The audience didn’t make a sound as Dawn began to play with herself.

Dawn trailed her free hand across her breasts and toyed with each nipple, eyes drifting shut. She slowly moved her hand lower until it was nestled over her now dripping cunt. Her eyes shut completely as she found her clit and began to toy with it, letting out a low moan. She kept her thumb busy toying with her clit as she slowly pushed 2 fingers inside her wet cunt. Her spread legged position provided the eager audience with a good view as she deftly brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. Ethan grinned at the eager faces, the looks of lust and anticipation on several told him it would take along time before this crowd got tired of his new toy. Dawn moaned again, gasping for breath, as she gave up on finger fucking herself to pinch her clit. She came with a slight scream and her body sagged for a moment as her knees gave out. The audience applauded. Ethan retied her wrist and then relocked the cage, covering it again. He scanned the audience and smiled, now it was time for business.


to be continued.