Unleashed

Chapter Three:

Spike wandered into the mansion so drunk he could barely stand up. “No, it can’t be,” he said, sniffing the air. He thought he smelled the Slayer in here. He weaved his way amongst the furniture, following her scent into the basement.

Buffy was sitting up, still chained to the table. She was naked and cold and she’d been tugging at the chains on her wrists so hard, she had managed to cut them into her skin. She was starting to wonder if she could slide one of them off her wrist if she broke her own thumb when she heard Spike stumbling down the stairs. “Spike! Help me, please,” she begged as he came into view.

“Slaaayyyerrrr,” he slurred drunkenly and swayed about as he made his way over to her.

Buffy could smell the whiskey on him. “Please, Spike, help me, get these chains off my wrists.”

“Druuuu, sayyyzzz, I’m not eeeevill enough.” Spike was too drunk to even notice the chains, but he did notice her naked body. “Preeetteeee, Slayyyrrr.” Spike passed out on top of her with his head right between her naked breasts.

“Spike!” Buffy pushed at him, but he was a dead weight on top of her. And now he was starting to snore. “Damn it.” Buffy was really uncomfortable, she shifted until her legs were wrapped around his waist, her naked, wet pussy was rubbing right against his crotch. In spite of herself, she was getting aroused. She tried to ignore it. She listened to his snoring, focusing on the sound. She fell asleep an hour later with him still on top of her.

Spike awoke slowly, he smelled the Slayer, and her arousal. His eyes popped open. She was naked beneath him, chained to the table, sleeping. Spike couldn’t remember how he even got there. But he just assumed he’d had a wild night of kinky sex with Buffy. But he couldn’t remember a second of it. Time to make some memories, he thought. And he started to kiss her neck softly. He licked a small trail behind her ear. Then he moved lower and kissed a light trail between her breasts. His fingers found her nipples and he gently rubbed and pinched them till they were erect little nubs. He could smell her arousal as her pussy started to get wet. She moaned in her sleep, thinking pleapleasure was part of a dream. Spike moved lower, kissing a trail down her stomach. He stopped suddenly when he came to the fresh tattoo. He knew that pattern well. It was his sire’s. The A underneath the Griffin was directly above her mound, perfectly centered. He ran his fingers over the design. He knew why it was there. It had to mean Angelus had left his mark on her. Well, won’t stop me, didn’t stop me last night, he thought. He moved his head lower, wanting to taste her wet center. He plunged his tongue into her opening and her body convulsed on the table. She moaned in her sleep. Spike lapped up her juices, loving the taste and scent of her. Dru said she could smell the Slayer on me, well, let her smell me now, he thought wickedly. He moved his tongue a bit higher and gave her clit a lick, making her shudder. Spike stopped and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. He moved quickly and slid into her opening to the hilt. Her hips moved up to meet him.

Buffy thought she was having an erotic dream. It felt so good. She could feel a stiff cock inside of her. She could feel the weight of someone on top of her. Weight……..Wait………Her eyes snapped open. Her jaw dropped as she realized she was being fucked by Spike. “No! Spike stop! No!” She tried to push him off of her, but he only thrust in harder, making her moan with the unwanted pleasure. He bent his head and kissed her, plunging his tongue into her as he plunged his cock in and out of her throbbing pussy. Buffy was drowning in the pleasure and the horror. She couldn’t believe she was being fucked by Spike. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. She didn’t try to resist him again. Giving in, she moved her hips to match his pace, shifting so her swollen clit got the stimulation she craved. Buffy started keening from the intense pleasure as Spike broke the kiss and licked her neck, sending her over the edge, screaming. Her pussy squeezed his cock, milking him. Spike came with a loud groan, giving her one final hard thrust as he spilled his cold seed into her. He collapsed on top of her, listening to the sound of her heart beating. Both of them had been so involved with each other that they didn’t notice the two figures who’d come down the basement stairs.

“Bad, Spike,” Dru said gesturing at him with a doll she was holding. Spike looked up at the sound of her voice. Angelus was next to her and he looked pissed. Spike could feel Buffy tense up underneath him. He watched as his sire’s game face appeared, knowing there was going to be hell to pay.