Bitch

Chapter 2

Spike stared at the bag. It stared back. He could feel it, tauntiim, im, shaming William the Bloody for getting caught – *again*. “Will you bloody well shut up?!? S’not my fault the Watcher left me tied up in the soddin’ tub while he went out for a cuppa!” *Fuck*. He knew it would happen one day, living with Dru for a century. *I’ve gone completely sack ’a hammers.*

Still contemplating the rude-as-all-hell blood bag, he flinched when his prison wall flickered. It was the Captain and his brigade of merry olives. They glared at him. He glared back. The blood bag, wary of the tension, lowered its gaze and tried to be inconspicuous.

Having made some decision, Riley looked over at one of the olives. “Graham – you first.”

The olive nodded and advanced towards him with predatory steps. Spike stiffened, but did not flinch when the commando reached for him. Grabbing a handful of bleached hair, Graham dragged him to the middle of the floor and shoved him to his stomach. Hands grabbed at his waist, ripping buttons open.

“Now wait just a bloody…” he didn’t finish, but was cut off when a familiar boot collided with his temple. *This is getting bloody old.*

He blacked out.

He awoke to an immense shock of pain as Graham’s cock tore into his ass. Howling, he squirmed in the commando’s grasp, but when his elbow hit the wanker’s head the chip went off. *Shit!* Incensed with pain, he bucked and writhed, throwing the fucker that had been riding his ass against the wall. The shock the chip delivered this time was so intense, he was struck motionless and dry sobs wracked his body.

Fingers dug into his scalp, twisting around gelled locks and jerking his head up to meet the gaze of one very pissed Special Agent Finn. “Hold still, cunt!”

Never taking his eyes off Spike, he queried, “Graham, you all right?”

Spike heard no reply but assumed the answer had been in the affirmative when he was split open again. He shivered when Finn’s other hand started working the fastenings on olivedrab pants. A long, ugly cock emerged and smacked Spike on the forehead. “Now open your mouth and suck, Bitch. And make it last - I don’t want to come until after they do,” he said, indicating the other four commandos in the room.

Spike gulped and licked his lips. *Come on, mate, you can do this. After 20 years with Angelus, this is child’s play*. He opened his mouth and leaned towards the bulging prick, only to have his head wrenched back again. The fuckwit in his ass hit his prostate, and his dick twitched. “No, No, NO! I won’t…* Graham slammed into the sweet spot again, and his cock filled with blood. *Oh, to hell with it.*

“Pay attention, you little slut!” The look in Captain Cardboard’s eyes did not inspire confidence. “I want to fuck your face, your *real* face.” Spike blinked. *Cardboard’s gone bug-shagging crazy, he has*. At Finn’s look, he shifted into gameface. “And if you put one scratch on mine, you’ll lose yours. The scientists here don’t give a shit if you have a dick or not.” *Allright, then. Mind the teeth.*

Securing lips over his fangs, he began to lick and slurp at the offensivmbermber. “Yeah, that’s it, bitch, suck it!” He felt a rush of fluid in his bowels as the first fucker finished off and slipped out. Grimacing at the taste of the precome sliding down his throat, his eyes cut back to see what was going on behind him. The fist tightened. “Eyes on me.” Another prick, slightly larger, slammed into his ass and his golden gaze popped to Riley’s sweating crimson face. The smell of his own blood reached his nostrils; his dick throbbed and a groan vibrated around the cock in his mouth.

By the look on Finn’s face, he approved. “Yeah, that’s right, stupid fucking whore, moan for me.” *God, I hate this wanker*. The commando buggering him changed the angle and started slamming repeatedly into his prostate, and Spike began to moan in earnest. His body, numb with pain, became numb with pleasure, and he increased his suction – not yet deep-throating the wanker since there were two more bastards to go. The soldier behind him shot his wad and Spike whimpered at the loss, his dick having taken over his brain long ago.

The pounding continued. The sucking continued. The insults increased; washing over Spike like sandpaper against his skin. The third wanker grunted and deposited his come with the others’, mercilessly twisting Spike’s engorged shaft as he withdrew. Snarling in pain, he felt his fangs slice through the lips protecting Riley’s weeping prick. By the time the fourth and largest cock forced its way into his body, he was feeling a little woozy with blood loss and his suction slacked off. It earned him a boot to the sternum, driving him even further back against the body that was furiously thrusting into his. “Dammit! Suck you fucking cunt! Don’t you dare stop!” The dick in his mouth twitched violently when Spike dove to the root, sucking ferociously. *Dammit, you bastard, come!* The cock in his ass exploded, and Finn began furiously fucking his mouth, each thrust tearing his lips more. Finally, *Finally,* Agent Finn came, spewing his load into Spike’s bleeding and bruised face. He continued licking until Riley’s flaccid member slipped out of his mouth and his head was released, then slumped to the floor.

“That wasn’t too bad, bitch, but I expect better next time,” the squadron leader commented as he tucked himself back into his trousers. “That won’t do, though,” indicating Spike’s swollen, weeping cock. “Back up on your knees, slut, and put your forehead on the floor.” He began rolling up the sleeve on his right arm and Spike gulped. *Oh, please, not that*. Without further ado, the farmboy-sized fist slammed into his rectum, which split further under the assault. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you, bitch?” The fist began hammering his prostate, slipping further and further into Spike’s spasming body. “Look at you, practically begging for it. God, you’re such a disgusting whore, spreading your legs for all those men. You love it, don’t deny it, bitch. You get hard for anyone with a cock, dontcha? And you’re about to prove it to me. You’re gonna come without me even touching your filthy dick.” With that, Riley put his full strength into the blow, knocking Spike to the floor.

He erupted, jetting fluid onto the floor. The fist was removed and a sob shook his body. “You’re not done yet.” *Oh, God…what more…no. Don’t think it. DON’T think it.* The fist was thrust against his savaged mouth. “Lick it clean.” Shudders still wracking his lean frame, he slowly begun cleaning the fist of four men’s come and his own blood. By the time the arm was clean enough to please Special Agent Finn, *Tosser*, his arms gave out and he collapsed. “See you around, Bitch.” With that, the olive brigade and its’ cardboard leader exited his cell.

Still shaking, he slipped out of gameface and carefully slid his jeans back into plabuttbuttoning them only half-way. He wanted nothing more than to remove himself from the mess of blood and semen pooling around his body, but he simply couldn’t make his limbs move. Looking up, he noticed the still unopened bloodbag sitting a few feet away. “Whar…Wharyou lookinat.” It didn’t answer.