Bitch

Chapter 3

Buffy was pissed. “So you came in and, what? He was just gone?”

*I’m getting too old for this*. Giles removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Yes, Buffy, I believe I made that quite clear. When I returned from our training session, Spike had escaped. Aparrently he managed somehow to pick the lock.”

The slayer huffed. “And so, you just decided, what, to take a bath and go to bed?”

“Well…yes, actually. Look Buffy, I think it’s quite clear that Spike cannot harm any living thing, and it’s obvious that he no longer desires our help. I’ve already reissued the deinvite spell on my residence, and well, if the chip ever begins to malfunction, we’ll deal with it then. Now,” he turned to the bookshelf peruse the titles. Selecting one, he continued, “I believe we have a demon to research.”

“Research, goody! Anything that needs computer-girl expertise?” Willow’s face brightened as the plopped down next to Xander on the couch. She’s been so upset since Oz left…maybe this would take her mind off the ache for a while.

Xander had a strange feeling about the bleached vampire’s dissappearance. Something just wasn’t right. He suspected foul play, but knew any suggestion of offering aid to the Chipped Wonder would be ill-received. Concentrating on what he knew of the blonde, it hit him. He knew exactly who to c

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Angel sat at his desk, seeped in the memories he’d allowed himself to dwell on with Penn’s passing. Despite the soul, Angel couldn’t seem to muster the revulsion he’d once felt at nights filled with blood and sex and violence. Time had faded the edges, leaving him with only a lingering ache at the loss of *family*.

~Flashback~
Penn had been made as a mirror for Angelus: every devious, manipulative, evil trait had been planted in his eldest Childe. He was perfect. And so goddamn boring. Constantly seeking Angelus’ approval, following him around like a fucking puppy. William, on the other hand…

William was Angelus’ foil: fiery where Angelus was calculated, impulsive where Angelus was cautious, passionate where Angelus was…not. His unlife had gotten boring - right under his nose - but with the arrival of the lithe blonde whirlwind, things were quickly becoming more interesting.

He watched as his two youngest Childer writhed on the bed: pale limbs twining, sticky with blood, muffled moans gru grunts that shot right through his cock. William was enthusiastically pounding into the brunette below him, lean muscles flexing beneath luminescent skin, face open in bliss.

Grabbing his engorged shaft, Angelus began jerking himself in time to William’s powerful thrusts. He came messily, in synch with the blond nymph on the bed. Slowly licking the come from his palm, Angelus decided, then and there, that he would have the boy.
~End Flash~

Angel sighed, remembering Angelus’ treatment of William, and his subsequent transformation into the bleached blonde punk that had annoyed the hell out him in Sunnydale. He tried not to think of Angelus’ return and what it had meant for his Favored Childe, but accusing blue eyes haunted him.

A knock on the door drew his attention as a brunette head popped in. “Hey, Angel, cut the brooding and answer the phone, it’s – you’ll never believe this – Xander! I mean, how dare he call here and talk to me? Granted, he called for you, but since when does Xander speak to you, anyways - I thought he was still in the I-hate-all-vampires camp?”

“Cordy, it’s all right. I’ve got it.” Puzzled, he picked up the receiver. “Xander?”

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*Did anyone get the number of that truck?* Spike sat up, grimacing at the throb in his ass, then wincing at the throb in his mouth. *Note to self. Minimize facial expressions. Wait a tick? Where the bloody hell…?* Metal bars enclosed the small space around him, and about a foot above his head. He was in a cage. He was in a sodding cage, that…was…in a cave?

“Oh. Good, you’re awake. This,” A smirking Riley Finn indicated the bulge in his pants, “was beginning to hurt.” Stalking rds rds the cage, he continued. “You see, we all decided that you had too good an ass to waste on science, so we…found you different accatioations. “

*Balls. This isn’t good.*

Reaching inside his shirt, Riley grasped the chain around his neck, on which hung a key. Inserting the key into the lock, he removed a small amount of a blue powdery substance and dusted it over the key-lock mechanism. “Riley Finn.” He stated clearly, then turned the key and opened the door. "Pretty cool, huh? Voice activated magic. I’m the only one who can get you out of this thing.” He leered evily at the vampire. “If I have to come in after you, you’ll be sorry.”

Knowing there was nothing he could do to fight off the human’s advances, Spike crawled through the tiny opening. “Don’t even bother standing. In fact, for our first rule, you will not stand. Ever. You will be laying, sitting, or kneeling from now on. Are we clear?” *Boy fancies himself a Dom, huh? Well, he can kiss my lilly white ass if he expects me to play sub willingly. Angelus was one thing, this wanker is another entirely.* Spike just stared. “I said, are we clear?” Finn demanded, shoving Spike against the cave wall. His gaze never wavered, and no sound came from his mouth. Smacking his head against the wall, Riley commanded, “Answer me, Bitch!”

When there was no response, Riley backhanded him into the wall again, unzipped his own pants, and thrust his weeping cock against Spike’s closed lips. “Suck it, Bitch!” Spike pressed his lips together and turned his head, invoking a violent growl from the commando. A steel-toed boot unerringly found one of Spike’s not-quite healed ribs. When his mouth opened with a gasp, Finn slammed into his face, forcing his nose into sweaty abs. There was no finesse; Riley thrust in and out savagely, raping the already bruised mouth. Spike felt his lips rip open again, and he gagged on a sob, muscles clenching around the huge member. A grunt echoed against the rocky walls as the commando came.

Riley slammed the vampire against the wall and walked towards a previously unnoticed alcove. Spike saw his opportunity and leapt to his feet, only to stagger and fall from the blood loss and hunger. “Who said you could leave?” Finn demanded. Spike looked up just in time for a crowbar to collide with his temple. *Ironic weapon of choice.* He curled into a ball as blow after blow fell on his head, back and legs.

When Finn was satisfied with the beating, he wrenched Spike’s head back. “Now listen up. You’re MY Bitch. What I say goes. If I tell you to jump, you jump; if I tell you to suck, you suck; if I tell you to spred those pretty white cheeks of yours, you spread ‘em; and if I tell you to take a walk in the goddamn sun, you’ll damn well do it! If you don’t, I’ll make do do it anyway, and you won’t be fed. I’ve seen what happens to vamps who don’t eat. It’s not pretty.” With that the soldier heaved him up, half-dragging him across the floor, and shoved him back in the cage, securing the lock and exiting the cave.

Spike slumped to the floor. How was he goin get get out of this? The chip prevented his escape and noone other than Finn and his cronies knew where he was. *Not that there’s anyone who would help.* The slayer and her pals were probably having a party now that he was gone, and Angelus…Angelus was gone, and wouldn’t be coming back.

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