BAD ANGEL

WARNING: Sexual assault /coerced sex.
A/N: 1. In case you didn't see this at the end of the previous chapter, the feds, the police and Giles work together to find the girls. The media is also involved. I just didn't get to it yet.
2. Just clarifying, this fic is primarily B/Aus. There is C/A and C/others. Dawn does not have sex in this fic. I admit that my mind can be twisted but I couldn't write a Dawn sex scene even if I wanted to.

Part 2


Buffy woke with a start on late Friday evening. She had no idea how long she was asleep. As she looked around she realized that her bandages had been changed and so were her clothes. She was dressed in a long, sheer, white nightgown. It was more revealing than she would have liked. Pulling the top sheet close, she slowly got out of the bed. She discovered which door led to the bathroom. The other, which clearly led to freedom, was locked. She looked through the draws of the chest, discovering that one was locked too. The others were filled mostly with lingerie very similar to what she had on. Some were long, some short. Every style and color possible. Buffy frowned, she didn’t like where this was going. Fortunately, there were also a few sweat pants and T-shirts as well. She quickly pulled out a set to change into.
Just then the locked door opened and in walked a tall, dark and gorgeous man. He locked the door behind him. Buffy scurried into a corner, clutching the clothes between her arms and her body. He slowly walked up to her, his chocolate brown eyes roaming over her body hungrily. Buffy felt the color drain from her face.
“Please sit down Buffy.” Angel got comfortable in the other seat, positioning himself so that she was caged in between the corner, the table and himself. The effect was not lost on her. Although he was sitting, he was still almost at her eye level. Despite her obvious disadvantages in both position and size, she tried not to appear intimidated.
“Who are you?” Her voice was small, hesitant. Not exactly what she was aiming for.
“Please, sit down and I’ll try to answer your questions.” Even though his words were unthreatening, his voice had a definite hint of one. Buffy eyed him suspiciously but complied. She cautiously sat in the other chair.
“I am Angelus Rayne.” From Buffy’s blank expression he figured that she probably had never heard of him before. He was surprised at how deeply her ignorance of his very existence wounded him. You would think she’d know everything about the case that made Hank such a success. Angel visibly tensed “You obviously don’t know who I am but I know a lot about you. You may call me Angel. What did you want to know?” His gaze bored into hers.
Buffy noticed the change in him and realized that she had somehow inadvertently insulted him. Not that she cared about his feelings but given her position she decided to tread carefully.
“Where am I and why am I here?” They never broke eye contact as she spoke.
“You are at my ranch. You were brought here because I have some unfinished business with your father.” Angel leaned forward in his seat as he spoke.
“My father? What about my father?” Buffy couldn’t imagine that her father would have anything to do with this man.
“Let’s just say that he is indebted to me and I am collecting on it… with interest.” The feral gleam in his eyes and the purely malevolent smile that crossed his face sent a chill down her spine.
“My parents will pay whatever you want.” She tried to inject as much confidence as she could into that one statement. Her naïveté charmed him.
“I’m sure they would.” He left it at that.

Then he stood abruptly and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet. The sudden movement startled her and she screamed. Pulling her plush against his hard, lean body he pressed his entire length against her, ensuring she felt his erection. She tried to push away from him but his large arms held her firmly. Angel was going to make sure she knew exactly how he was collecting Hank’s debt. His wandering hands groped her everywhere. She screamed “No” again and again even as he pushed her into the corner she had fled to moments before. He worked his hand up the nightgown and into her panties where he forced a finger into her. He was delighted at her tightness. She would suit his purposes nicely. He was going to enjoy tearing into her. He pumped his finger into her slowly at first and then more vigorously. Her vain struggles only further ignited his passion. He had waited so long for her and now she was finally here. He was going to savor the moment. Buffy was in tears and shaking so violently when he finally released her that she nearly collapsed.
When he was done, he pulled her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed. There he crawled over her and began kissing her forcefully. His huge body completely covered her. Buffy was hysterical. Kissing down her neck, her frantic breathing made her chest heave enticingly before him. Restraining her with one hand and using the other, he pushed the nightgown down, exposing her chest. Reveling in her screams, he kissed and sucked each of her breasts, laving the nipples into sharp peaks. He devoured her with unimaginable fervor. He continued his assault until her protests dwindled into soft cries and whimpers as she begged and pleaded with him to stop. Yes, she knew exactly who was in control.
Gradually he began kissing her neck and shoulders and gently caressed her. Then, turning her onto her side, he spooned against her, pulling her into his arms and stroking her. Buffy frantically pulled the nightgown back up and tightly clutched the thin material to her. There was no doubt in her mind what his intentions were. She was too scared to move. He firmly wrapped his arms around her as he spoke.
“You weren’t supposed to be hurt when they took you.” Angel wasn’t sure why he wanted her to know that. At her silence he went on.
“This will happen one of two ways. It will be painful. Or it will be pleasurable. That is your decision, but it will happen.” His voice was coarse with unbridled passion.
Buffy tried to sit up and face him as she responded but he held her still
“You must be mad. I would never just give myself to you. You’re a monster. I may not be able to stop you but I certainly won’t give up.” Her voice was low but strong.
Angel laughed. He loved her spirit and honestly would have been quite disappointed if she had just given in.
“Well, I didn’t think you’d just ‘give yourself’ to me as you put it. Everyone needs a little motivation. And I have some for you.” Just then he pulled a remote out of his pocket and turned on the small TV on the table. The screen showed a small room not unlike the one she was held in. And sitting on the bed was Dawn.
Buffy gasped and tried to pull away again. “You bastard!” She yelled.
Angel rolled her onto her back again and straddled her, pinning her down. She screamed again and clawed at him, trying to buck him off but all to no avail. When she had worn herself out he calmly spoke.
“That’s exactly the reaction I was hoping for.” He smiled evilly at her. She glared. Angel continued.
”You are in quite a predicament wouldn’t you say? You can choose to cooperate and allow me to have my way with you. And I promise nothing will happen to Dawn. Or, you can choose the hard way but I’ve got to tell you. If you do, not only will I enjoy holding you down and raping you till you bleed but I’ll be sure to vent my frustration on innocent, little Dawn. Who knows, perhaps I’ll just slap her around a bit, or maybe I’ll fuck her just as hard and brutal as I fuck you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a virgin. I’m sure her screams will be worth the effort.” The maniacal gleam in his eyes burned her.
The tears that had subsided suddenly welled up with renewed terror. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to curl up and cry her eyes out. She wanted her mother. Holding her exposed to him, he watched her cry uncontrollably. Yes, this was the pain he wanted to see on her face. Eventually he released his hold and moved off her, sitting on the bed. He watched her curl up into a tight little ball, her arms wrapped around her body as if to shield her grief from his prying eyes. When her sobs died down, he stood and walked over to the chest. There he pulled out a short, sheer negligée and placed it on the bed next to her.
“Your food will be brought to you in a while. And the bathroom is fully stocked. I’ll be back in a few hours. You have that time to make your decision. If you choose to cooperate, wear this.” He was about to leave when she stopped him.
“H-How do I know you’ll keep your promise not to hurt her?” She couldn’t believe she was actually considering this.
“You don’t,” was his curt response. And with that, he left.

In the time that passed since the abductions, the investigation was taken over by the FBI. Initially, Detective Finn was unsure as to who had jurisdiction because despite who her father was, Buffy was a private citizen and legally an adult. Her abduction could be seen either way. However, because Dawn was a minor and the two abductions were clearly connected, the fact that the father was a senator obviously became a factor, and that fell into federal territory. Once the feds were called in, any questions of jurisdiction were settled and the case was officially handed over. However, given the magnitude of the situation, the Bureau and the police decided to collaborate. The FBI handled the major aspects of the case and pursued possible leads while the detectives dealt with the general public. The arrangement being that the public was to contact its local police with any leads, who would in turn work with the FBI. Detective Finn was the liaison between the police and the FBI.
Shortly after the FBI took over, Hank and Joyce were both given lie detector tests and thoroughly questioned. Once both were cleared as suspects, several agents were assigned to guard the senator and his wife; among them were Agent Alexander Harris and Agent Warren Meirs. In fact, since the motive was unclear, all members of Congress and their immediate families were now under constant FBI protection.
Once word of the abductions became public, the media immediately pounced on it and a mob of reporters immediately descended upon the senator and his wife. After the FBI screenings, Hank and Joyce made their first public pleas for their daughters’ safe return and offered a $100,000 reward to anyone who provided information that led to the girls and the people responsible for their kidnappings. Pictures of the girls were circulated nationwide and an Amber alert was sent out. The intense coverage had the case in the national headlines within hours. However, at present no productive leads had emerged.

In addition to the police and the FBI, Rupert Giles was also working on the case. When Detective Finn first suggested a Private Investigator, Hank doubted that the FBI would allow him to participate but once the feds arrived, he was informed that Mr. Giles was a private citizen who occasionally consulted for the FBI because of his expertise in profiling and forensic psychology. His assistance was certainly welcome and within hours, the three-pronged approach was coordinated, with Special Agent Charles Gunn heading the initiative. It was now only a matter of time.
Once the initial procedures of the investigation were completed, Hank and Joyce made their way home to an empty house. Of course the throng of reporters camped on the lawn and the endless ringing of the telephone were a constant reminder of why their house was empty. Their girls were gone. Once they heard the news, most of their family members and close friends called offering to come by and help but Hank asked them not to. The FBI already had the place tightly guarded and for security reasons they were strongly advised to limit the number of people who had access to their home. And quite frankly, he and Joyce wanted to be alone. That night, they held each other as each desperately clung to the hope that Buffy and Dawn would soon be safely home.

Once Angel left, Buffy threw herself back on the bed and cried like she never had before. The release took so much out of her that she soon fell asleep. A short while later, she awoke to the sound of the door opening. In walked two men, one white and one black. The black guy carried a food tray to the table while the white guy stood in the doorway, staring at her intently. His shoulder was wrapped and his arm was in a sling. Although he was injured, Buffy knew she would never be able to get past him before the other guy caught her. Besides, she knew if she tried Angel would probably catch her again. And even if she managed to escape him as well, there was no way she would leave Dawn there alone. She sighed in resignation. At her sigh the guy with the injury glared at her and realization hit. These were her attackers and it occurred to her that she probably gave him that injury with the golf club. No wonder he was staring at her like that. She figured the other guy with the tray was the one who slammed her onto the table and delivered the blow that took her down. He was also the one who checked her injuries and then knocked her out with that stuff. Buffy was suddenly relieved that she didn’t try to escape. Even with one of them injured, she didn’t think her body could handle a rematch. Swallowing hard, she avoided all eye contact with them.
Once they left, she made her way over to the table and ate as she watched Dawn doing the same on the TV. She wasn’t sure if Angel left it on to torment her or not. During her meal, she tried not to think of what she was about to do. After eating, she took a bath and cleaned up. Over the following hours, Buffy changed her mind a million times. Each time she pictured his hands touching her she cringed and refused to give in. Having sex with him went against everything she ever believed and she knew by compromising herself, she’d lose. But then, he would rape her anyway and then rape Dawn. There was nothing she could do to help herself but how could she let him hurt Dawn. How could she let him rape Dawn? That too was compromising herself. And Buffy knew she couldn’t live with the guilt knowing she had a chance to stop it. No matter how she looked at it, Angel was going to win. She lost if she surrendered and she lost if she fought back. And although fighting back was, of itself, empowering, she’d only endanger Dawn further. But, if she didn’t fight at least Dawn might be spared. Buffy debated the issue again and again. Each time arriving at the same conclusion, that she would loose no matter what but sparing Dawn would be worth it. And so, she put on the negligée Angel had taken out for her.

As she waited, she brushed her long hair again and again trying to calm her nerves. Buffy was no virgin but she wasn’t very experienced either. Not to mention that it had been some time since she was last sexually active. She didn’t know what Angel expected of her. The more she thought about it, the more apprehensive she got. In the end, she decided to just lie there and let it happen. But then there was the issue of protection. Here she was about to have sex with a total stranger and somehow she doubted he’d use a condom. And she wasn’t on the pill anymore. Granted, right then, an unwanted pregnancy would be distressing but honestly, that was the least of her concerns. What if she caught something? The nightmare of “what ifs” was quickly driving her mad. And that brought her to where she was now. Sitting on the bed waiting for him. She hoped for and dreaded his arrival at the same time. She wanted to get it over with as soon as possible but she knew once he got there, there was no turning back. As time stretched out, she tried to push the fears out of her mind as she toyed with the lace on her little outfit. She was surprised at how well it fit her. The off white satin nicely accentuated her deeply tanned skin and the style was very similar to a few pieces she had at home. Buffy was suddenly very curious about just how much Angel knew about her.

Just then the door opened and in walked a freshly shaven Angel. Buffy had to admit, the man was gorgeous, if criminally insane. In any other circumstances she might have been strongly attracted to him but right then, she felt like throwing up.
“I see you’ve decided that your stay here will be a pleasant one.” His eyes were full of desire.
“I’ve decided to protect my sister.” Buffy wanted him to fully understand that this was for Dawn, and if she could manage to remember that herself she might actually go through with it.
He smiled as he walked over to where she sat on the bed, holding her gaze. Kneeling in front of her, he gently pushed her legs apart and nestled between them while caressing her exposed thighs, slowly working his way up. His dark eyes held her hazel gaze as he touched her. His large hands caressed and stroked her thighs until they gently grazed her sex. Everything within her was screaming to pull away but Buffy kept her calm and remained still. Then one of his hands came up and he ran his fingers through her hair, firmly grasping the back of her head. Gently he pulled her down to his mouth as he snaked his tongue into hers. Instinctively, her hands flew up and grasped his shoulders, bracing her self against him. Feeling her slight push, he tightened his hold and deepened the kiss. He didn’t expect her to reciprocate just yet. Gradually, he shifted from his position before her and pushed her back onto the bed. Moments later, she was on her back with him above her. He moved from her mouth to her neck and shoulders, his hands squeezing and groping her breasts. Buffy tried to just lie there but she was so tense and jittery that she jumped at his every touch. Sensing her nervousness, he murmured for her to relax. Well, that was easier said than done. She closed her eyes. Maybe it would be easier if she pretended he was one of her old boyfriends. She felt him moving further and further down her body as he covered her with wet, open mouth kisses but when she felt him kiss her sex, her eyes flew open and she froze. Angel felt her freeze up but was undeterred. As long as she didn’t fight him, she could do whatever she wanted. However, he didn’t think her frigidness would last much longer. The instant she felt his tongue flick across her clit she flinched and brought her hands over her face in disbelief and mortification. Holding her in position, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and spread her before him. He swirled his tongue over her, laving her clit gently with long, languorous strokes. He smiled at her gasp. Stiffening his tongue, he gradually spread her wider, tickling her clit with the moist tip. At the shudder that ran through her, he buried his face between her thighs and licked and sucked her clit until a river of moisture flowed from her. Then, rubbing her nub with his thumb, he delved into her depths as he ravenously devoured her. Buffy had quickly gone from biting her lip to stifle her gasps to panting uncontrollably as little moans escaped her. Her hands now clutching the pillows and sheets as she writhed on the bed. Slowly he pushed two fingers into her and began pumping into her core as his tongue again swirled over her clit. His pace soon quickened as he pumped and sucked. He worked her into a frenzy, her loud cries filling the room. She shook violently as her climax ignited.
As the waves rippled through her, Angel swiftly climbed up and slowly pushed his cock into her. She cried out as his length penetrated her. Propping himself up on his arms, he held down her wrists as he thrust deep into her. He began slowly but was soon fucking her hard. His grunts getting louder as he plunged even deeper with each thrust. Buffy was crying. It was happening too fast and she was too overcome with sensation. Her body had not yet recovered from her first orgasm and before she knew it, another one was coursing through her, melding with the first. She thrashed wildly under him both in response to, as well as denial of, the sensations that rocked through her.
Giving her a slight reprieve, he lowered himself onto her and gently kissed her. This time he coaxed her tongue into mingling with his as he explored her mouth. As he kissed her, she realized that he was not going to allow her to simply remain passive. He wanted her to participate. Slowly, she began to reciprocate. She was hesitant at first but got bolder as the kiss deepened. Soon their tongues were mingling and dueling. But that was the extent of her active participation. Her hands remained as far from him as possible. However, Angel was not upset. He could be patient. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to get enough of him. Lowering his head he suckled voraciously on her breasts and began thrusting into her sheath again. Keeping her pinned, he pounded into her with staggering power. The brutality of his thrusts shook the bed violently. Then he raised himself above her again to capture her gaze. The once cold and empty eyes that stared back at her were now filled with fury. In an instant, the sex suddenly became quite violent as he channeled every bit of his hatred into his thrusts. Buffy began panicking as the force and sheer violence of the act intensified and his thrusts became painful. She screamed again and again as she struggled under him. He roughly pulled her wrists together and held them with one hand. With his now free hand, he fondled her clit as he maintained the punishing thrusts. The combination of pain and pleasure shocked Buffy and she climaxed, spiraling into oblivion even as she tried to escape him. Her scream and the force of her orgasm sent him over the edge with a howl. He continued thrusting into her, eliciting even more cries as he prolonged her orgasm. His rage momentarily spent, he collapsed on top of her quivering form, where he soon fell asleep buried within her.

Buffy lay under him wide-awake and shocked. Shocked from the blatant sexual violence she just experienced and shocked that she got off on it. All along she expected to passively allow him to take his pleasure with her. She hadn’t anticipated him giving her any at all. She was prepared to nobly throw herself to the wolf to save Dawn. Her own arousal was unexpected. Her responsiveness to him startled her. And what was even more disturbing was that even through her fear and the pain he inflicted, she still came; and came hard at that. This was new territory and the implications frightened and devastated her.
Suddenly he shifted above her. She wasn’t sure how long he’d been sleeping but his semi-erect cock was making its presence felt within her. The muscles of her core reflexively clenched around him and within seconds, his rapidly engorging shaft was rock hard again. He began moving within her even in his sleep. Remaining still, she tried to stop the involuntary clenching of her core, hoping to avoid what was sure to come. However, he was already completely aroused and his gyrations grew even more pronounced. Biting her lip, she couldn’t help the little gasps that escaped her. Slowly Angel opened his eyes and smiled smugly at her. He caught the pained expression that briefly crossed her face as she tried to feign indifference. He knew she was losing the battle for control over her body. He slowed his pace, making his thrusts slow, deep and deliberate. Her groan strengthened his determination. He lowered his head and kissed her. Now, his kiss wasn’t tender and coaxing but demanding and left her breathless. Quickening his pace only slightly, he lightly licked her nipples before greedily suckling her breasts, her breathing now rapid and heavy. As one hand still held her wrists, the other snaked in between them and he gently rubbed her clit. His assault on her core, breasts and clit was relentless and soon Buffy’s loud cries again filled the room. His rhythm was slow and languorous yet blindingly intense as to draw out her agony. Her cries got louder and louder and more and more desperate. He propelled her higher and higher but not high enough for release. She’d have to beg and he wanted her to hear herself. Buffy was mindless. She’d never felt anything like this. How was she to think let alone keep her calm with him doing this? Angel seemed like he was nowhere close to climaxing but she needed to. The sweet torture was too much for her but she refused to beg. Sensing her resistance but also her desperation, he doubled his efforts and increased the pressure on her clit just enough to drive her insane. That was her undoing. Before she knew it, she was begging him for release. Even as she uttered the words she couldn’t stop herself. Her pleas got louder and more desperate with each second of delayed fulfillment. To Buffy’s disbelief, he further intensified his assault while still managing to delay her orgasm. Tears of agony ran down her face as she babbled incoherently. Reaching his own limit of control, Angel unleashed his restrained ferocity and fucked her in earnest until both were plummeting endlessly into oblivion. His thrusts continuing even as he poured his seed into her. She cried, her entire body convulsing as the searing numbness burned through her.
Sated, Angel rolled over, pulling her still quaking body into his arms as he spooned against her, gently kissing her face and neck. She didn’t try to pull away but curled into a little ball in his arms. As her numbness subsided and she slowly recovered, her words and tears of desperation haunted her. She actually begged him to fuck her. She despaired at how easily he manipulated her. Tears of shame now fell from her eyes as she quietly cried herself to sleep in his arms. Her soft sobs filled the deafening silence. Angel was satisfied.


tbc ...

Please share your thoughts .....