Bleed For The Devil

Title: 'Bleed For The Devil'

Rating: NC-17. Strong language, angst, drama, sexual situations, talk of nudity, and rape.

Summary: What happens after Angelus visits Buffy one night with a bag of toys, in her bedroom, unexpected?

Disclaimer: We are not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for fun. Hope you enjoy.

Author's Note: This is from a roleplay that my good friend, Red and myself have worked together on. I also took the other chapters off for the fact that part of our story was from someone else's work. Which was given permission for personal role playing and not for this sort of distribution. Enjoy none the less.

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Warning: This is not mild flavored smut, nor is it smut. It's art with rape scenes in it. Do NOT read if you are a minor. I am not warning you again. Go on, shoo! No kiddy stuff here. This is the art of two adults who have dug deep into Joss' Whedon's storyline of Buffy and Angel, and have taken the relationship of Angelus' "hatred" towards Buffy to new heights.

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Chapter Five: The Prices We Pay.


Angelus was startled when Buffy actually broke one of the restraints. He would not have believed it possible. "Whoa, slayer - bad girl" he chided. He quickly got another three chains and tied two to the leg that had broken free and one to her other leg - legs being the strongest part of anyone. "Guess you are strong enough for another round" he grinned. "But first, I need to discipline you for breaking my property." His hands starting caressing her breasts again making the nipples super hard and more sensitive. Then he put his middle finger on his thumb alicklicked thumping the sensitive nipples with it, first one - then the other, Each time the thumps became a little harder - a little more painful. And her breasts were already still sore from his previous treatments.

She was furious. He had killed an innocent mortal in front of her, and now the body lay there lifeless. God, she hated herself for being so careless and so weak. "I'm strong enough to break every bone in your body and then stake you, slowly." She hissed, growling when his thumbs started to touch at her aching nipples, her head lolling back and forth as if to fight her own inward demons. She was liking the pain! This was not at all possible, well, it had been. "I am going to have fun torturing you.." It was her way to get out the scream that was bottling itself right at the middle of her throat, body trying to once again snap the chains. No such luck.

He smiled knowing she was getting turned on by the pain. "Enjoying it, aren't you lover" he asked smirking at her. Then he got up letting her see that he was rock hard again. He walked over to the table and seemed to be getting something. Before he returned however Spike walked into the room and there she lay - fully exposed to his view. He glanced at her for a moment and asked Angelus. "Dru wants to know if you're gonna play tonight?" "I am playing" Angelus responded indicating Buffy Spike walked over and let his eyes exam her thoroughly. "Pretty little bird" he said. Angelus smiled. "What should I tell Dru." "To have fun you - I may be there later - maybe not." Spike nodded and left the room after once again giving her a full look over.

Her glare was menacing, her lips twisted into a mock grin. "Of course I am. I mean, gee, look at the orgasms I am having already. Oh, there goes another. Well, only.." She paused hearing the door open and she stiffened when Spike waltzed in as if he owned the place. She was red all over, shame coming to her eyes and then a firey spark that burned her anger. "The only bird in this house is that loon, Drusilla." She snapped, wishing she could kill one of them. If not all three. When he finally left she turned her full attention back to Angelus and seemingly relaxed. "Go on and play with them. Not like I'm going anywhere."

He hadn't planned on Spike coming in like that but when it happened he was totally pleased. He knew she was mortified and the flush that spread over her entire body was great to look at. She probably didn't realize it brought her nipples, which had started to soften, back up to a rock hardness. He came over to her and looked down letting his eyes travel over her body much as Spike had done. "If I do play with them tonight Slayer, it will here in this room with you - the four of us. Still want me to include them?" He grinned again - smirked really. Then he held up what was in his hands. A large fat black candle which he now lit. He waited until some of the wax had melted then leaned over her. "Let me introduce you to the pain and ectasy of hot wax"

There were no true words to describe just how humilated she was. Sworn enemies seeing her exposed like such. There was anothermotivation for killing them all. So her pride would not be used as some disposal play thing the others took for granted. "No. I would very much like it you didn't do that, but then again you neve rlisten to me? So, how do you know if I am lying or...NOOOOOT!" The wax had fallen between her breasts and rolled down the center of her firm stomach before it hardened at her belly buttone and the hot throb cooled down to a soft ache. "I have something far better you COULD do with that flame." Scorch himself, but she refrained from saying so. Build your energy up. Yes! That was what she planned to do now. Trick him as if you are giving up, he will love it and then freedom.

He laughed as she yelped out the "NOOOT! when the candle was hit. He waited for it to cool down before he again tipped the candle letting the wax hit over the top of her right breast and run down over the top to the side just under her arm pit. When that cooled he did the same on the left breast. Then he went lower running a thin line over the middle of her stomack watching her face the pain took her and enjoying the way her body responded to it. God, she was a hot one.

He had such accurate timing. Impeccable. Bastard, she thought, trying desperately to wiggle that way and then that way, trying to avoid as much as she could. Each time she moved the wax hit and it ended up trailing into two directions rather than one. By the third one, she was a whimpering puppy, without the begging for it to stop. It wasn't like nails on a chalkboard, but something much more louder and that was soaring the swell she felt between her legs to new heights. That candle certainly lit a flame which was burning deep inside her. "Candles are passe'." She tried, eyes shut tight to block out where he could go next. Relax and calm down. No more struggling, she once again reminded silently.

He waited just long enough for her to begin to relax - then he let the wax make a circle around her left breast, just about in the middle of it. Wait again till her body relaxed and drip drip - a circle around the middle of her rigreasreast. Wait until she was wondering when and where it would hit next and drip drip - up the outside of her right thigh. Wait - wait - wait - drip drip - up the outside of her left thigh. Now back to the breast , a smaller circle this time close to but not touching her nipples. First one breast, - drip drip drip - wait wait wait - then the other breast drip drip drip. Now back to her thighs - drip drip drip up the inside of her thigh stopping short of her vaginal area. Then wait wait and drip drip drip up the inside of her other thigh.

He had her one edge, the clenching and unclenching of her bleeding palms was her way to also keep from retaliating and fighting back. She stifferened her back, letting out cries of mixed pleasure and pain. She was stained and tainted now by the sin Angelus lavished on her with such destruction. He was slowly tearing down the walls she built in self defense. With the flying open of her palms, she felt ready to explode into a million different tiny flames just like the one dancing brightly. The shadow of Angelus danced along the far wall, making him appear more scarier than he did outside his shadow. "Are you going to tease me to death?" She hissed through a clenched jaw. All she wanted now was to orgasm.

He smiled at her again knowing she was close to exploding. He could smell her sweet musk and knew she was dripping wet. He leaned forward getting ready to finish her off when the door opened again. This time it was Drusilla looking all pouty. "Spike says you don't want to play and ..........ohhhhh -look at the pretty patterns" Drusilla came over and looked at her delighting to see the little ribblets of hardened wax. Spike came in behind her. "Sorry Angelus -couldn't stop her......" Then he stopped and looked and a grin spread across his face. "You really are playing, aren't you?" He looked at Buffy fully also and then laughed. "The slayer is enjoying this" he said with a little bit of amazement in his voice. "Can I play too Daddy" asked Drusilla. Angelus looked at Buffy's face and knew what would bring her the most embarrasment as well as pain/pleasure. He straightened up and handed the candle to Drusilla. "Sure - you know what to do." And she did. With Angelus on one side, and Spike on the other, watching closely, Dru let the was slowly circle one nipple drawing in closer and closer and then - a large drip right in the center. Then the other got the same treatment. Dru took her time singer her crazy little "run and catch" song as the wax dripped in its little circle. She started to lower her arm to the only other logical place when Angelus said "Stop". He leaned down and kissed Buffy's vagina stimulating her further, cause her lit to rise to its greatest height. Then the separate the folds of her vaginal lips so that her slit and clit were fully exposed. Dru and Spike watched. "Now" he said stepping back. Drusilla started at the bottom letter the wax run down Buffy cracked and slowing coming up - slowly - slowly - drip drip drip - she tipped it hughly as it hit the clitoris. Dru's precious was perfect.

Buffy's pussy was pulsing with the beat of her heart, silently begging for something to finish her off. How terrible it was to be at the pleasing mercy of a creature that had NO mercy! It was all wrong. Some twisted and warped dream. Her head felt light when Drusilla walked in. At least she had another distraction. Time to formulate a better stragedy to get the fuck out. She concluded, her thighs tightening in the restraints. There he was again and now Drusilla stood there, begging and nearly clapping happily at the thought that Angelus was going to let her play. "I thought I was your personal toy, Angelus?" Buffy questioned, slithering like a mouse caught in the wrappings of a python. It certainly felt that way to the little blonde slayer. Handing Drusilla the candle was the worse thing to actually happen that night. It was like handing a convicted felon a get out of jail, free card! Swallowing hard, she let out a blood curtling scream when the hot drops fell to her overly sensitive nipples. Arching her back just gave Drusilla more of a view to torture her round breasts that bounced almost happily each time she flinced. The pain was exquisite. It was bringing out a side of Buffy she never knew she had. This she was going to keep a secret. The like a bolt of lightening, nervousness flashed in her widening gaze. Drusilla was insane! Going lower, but thank the gods! Angelus had enough common sense to stop her before she went that far. Laying back, her limbs loosened up, her panting caused a thick layer of sweat around her body, giving her skin a glow and a salty taste to it. "I had thought.." Buffy was babbling, Angelus' skillful tongue lapped at her hard little nub that begged for attention. Attention it got. "Mooooooo.." Just as she went to ask for more, a earth shattering pain shot through her body and it caused Buffy to jerk with all her strength. Nobody would or could estimate her true strength. Once more, a chain snapped, this time it was the ones above her head, only she used this time to buck up in the air. The pain had caused her to reach her climax, juices dripping out and soaking the sheets under her as she rode out her orgasm, settling back on the large bed with a delirious grin across her face, making no attempt to move free from the bed.

There was a moment of total silence after Buffy's explosive orgasm. Then Spike's voice, showing how totally awed he was, murmured: "My god, and she's still human. What would she be like if......." "Shuuu" Angelus ordered. He indicted it was time for them to leave. He wanted her all to himself now. He knew the chains were no longer necessary and he slowly removed thems, discarding them. She had seen many sides of him but had no idea of just how tender he could be when he was pleased. And he was pleased with her more than he had ever been pleased with anyone else in his entire existance. HIs chest swelled with pride at her performance before his two favorite children. Both of them had gazed at her as if she were some great princess - as she was. His perfect mate. He slid into bed beside her taking her in his arms, careesing her hair, kissing her cheeks. His tongue slid into her mouth knowing he need not fear her biting it in half. He kissed her thoroughly and began to make love to her - slowly, gently, arousing her again in a different way. He was still causing her pain because she was so tender but this was different - an almost gentle pain that was again bringing her to exquisite pleasure.

She knew she was free. She could easily take them all with the power that she felt coarsing through her powerful veins. Her slayer strength was already starting to work it's magic. Healing her wounds slowly, but surely. Faster than any moretal, that was for sure. When the bed shifted and Angelus made his way over her body, she truelt felt at ease. Be it the bliss that the intense orgasm had caused, or just actual acceptance of the siuation, she was not sure. "I...." She winced just slightly, fng hng his hard organ slip inside her, while at the same instant she wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him closer to her. She was on the brink once more, knowing full well that so was he. Angelus. She was here, making love to someone she swore she hated. Didn't she? Reaching up, her strong but small arms drew him towards her chest, rocking up and down as they came to another climax, this time what she would say might be something Angelus only imagined to happen. "I love you, Angelus." She was smiling, hands holding tight until her battered pussy milked him to the very last drop.


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