Unleashed

Buffy’s hands and wrists were going numb from the chains. All her struggles only made her wrists bloody. And she was cold and naked in the poorly lit basement. She could hear Angelus coming down the stairs, and her eyes widened when she saw what he was carrying.

“Oh, good, you’re awake. I would have woken you up anyway. Can’t have you sleeping through this.” Angelus set the supplies down on a small end table. Then he went to Buffy and moved her chains. He picked her up and laid her down on a long table on her back. He rechained her wrists and now her ankles, leaving her legs wide open, exposing her glistening center. Buffy squirmed on the cold hard table.

“Please don’t do this. Just let me go.”

Angelus laid a cold hand on her stomach just above her mound. “The perfect place. Now whenever anyone tries to fuck you, they’ll know you’re mine.” He opened an ink bottle and dipped the ancient Chinese tattoo tool into it. The ink was red, the color of fresh blood. He intended to give Buffy the same Griffin tattoo he had on his back, only he was putting it on her sensitive stomach. Buffy screamed as he pierced her skin with the ink tool.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. If you move, I’ll have to cut your skin off. I have no intention of this design being ruined. It has to be exact. So, baby, don’t move.” He stabbed her with the ink tool again and Buffy’s eyes spilled tears down her cheeks as she screamed. It went on for hours and Buffy felt each and every stab of the sharp tool as the ink sunk into her sensitive skin. And while he worked, Angelus periodically ran a thumb over her clit, giving her just enough stimulation to drive her wild, but he wouldn’t let her cum. Her pussy was dripping wet and her stomach was in knots. She couldn’t stop crying as he combined the pleasure with the torture of the tattooing. Finally, he was finished with the tattoo. He put the tool down and moved back a step to admire his work. The design was a perfect replica of his own tattoo. He reached out and ran a finger over her clit again, making her shiver and buck her hips uncontrollably.

“Do you want to cum for me?” He grinned evilly at her.

“Please,” she begged, unable to bear the tension any longer.

Angelus unchained one of her hands and placed her fingers between her legs.

“Do it for me, baby.”

Buffy felt humiliated and she wasn’t comfortable with him watching her, but she was dying to cum so badly. She started to rub her own clit, fast, giving herself the stimulation she’d been craving. She came with a scream that echoed off the basement walls, bucking her hips. Angelus was enjoying watching her. He took off his clothes as she relaxed on the table.

“I’m thirsty, can I have some water?” she asked him.

Angelus moved around the table so he stood next to her face. He bit his own wrist and started to move it toward her mouth.

“No! I won’t! Please don’t….don’t turn me.” Buffy started to cry again.

“You won’t turn, not unless I drain you. Drink it!” he commanded. He pressed his bloody wrist to her mouth.

Buffy tasted his cold coppery blood. She drank it till he moved his wrist away and stood watching her, waiting for the effects of the dark blood to work its magic on her.

Buffy could feel it. At first there was a burning in her stomach, and then she could feel it snaking out into every vein in her body, burning her. She felt like her veins were on fire. And then her eyesight changed, her vision went crimson, everything looked different, sharper somehow, like she was looking through infrared lasers. Her skin felt ultra sensitive, all her senses were alive. She could smell Angelus’ scent, it made her go wet. Her pussy was throbbing with desire. “What did you do?” she whispered.

“Do you like it?” He started to play with her chains. She thought he was going to let her go.

“Is this what it’s always like, for you?” she asked.

He jerked hard on the chains, hurting her as he flipped her over onto her stomach. He quickly rechained her to the table, this time exposing her firm round ass.

“You’re only getting a taste of what it’s like.” He rammed his harck ick into her anus as hard as he could, ripping right through her damaged tissues that had started to heal. Buffy screamed loudly as she felt him filling her. But he didn’t fuck her, he just stopped. Buffy saw him reach for the tattoo ink and tool again.

“No! Please, what are you doing?!” she was terrified now.

“Have to place my mark on your ass, never know when someone’s going to want to fuck it. Now, remember, don’t move.” He stabbed her right butt cheek with the tattoo tool and she started to scream again. Her blood mingled with the red ink until it was impossible to tell one from the other, but Angelus was an expert tattoo artist. He stabbed her again and again, creating his perfect Griffin, all the while keeping his hard thick cock in her ass. Once in awhile, he moved it, pushing it further into her, just letting her know he didn’t forget his cock was inside of her. Buffy screamed until her voice went hoarse.

Finally, Angelus finished the tattoo. He was very happy with the results and decided to give Buffy’s ass a good fucking just to prove it. He put the tattoo tool down and started to ram into her ass hard enough to push her down into the table till she almost couldn’t breathe. He slowed down enough to reach underneath her and pinch her clit. He was rough on her, forcing her to feel the stimulation. He pinched and rubbed till he felt her ass clenching, and as she came, he bent forward and sank his fangs into her neck just to taste her Slayer blood. Angelus came hard in her ass, spilling his cold cum deep inside her. He let himself relax on top on her and licked the trickles of blood off her neck. Buffy didn’t move. But she could feel the effects of Angelus’ blood starting to wear off, it was making her sleepy.

When Buffy fell asleep, Angelus got up and dressed quickly. He wanted to find Dru and Spike. He wanted to put his family back together.