Unleashed

Author's note: WARNING, this scene gets really bizarre and sick and twisted. If you are not into it, leave now. It's bizarre, it's sick, it's twisted, it's Dru.......

Angelus growled like a wild animal. He leapt at Spike and threw him on the cold basement floor face first. He yanked Spike’s pants down, exposing his naked ass and straddled him. “Do you know what happens to FLEDGLINGS who take what’s mine?” he growled menacingly.

“Not a fledgling,” Spike answered, struggling alittle, but he knew it was no use.

Angelus unzipped his pants, his cock was rock hard. He guided it toward Spike’s anus and pushed it in only an inch. Then he paused letting Spike know what he was in for.
“Ahkk! Stop!” Spike struggled again, but Angelus had him in a death grip.

Angelus leaned down so his lips were next to Spike’s ear. “Drained dry,” he whispered and bared his fangs, quickly sinking them into Spike’s neck as he pushed his cock into Spike’s ass to the hilt.

Spike’s eyes widened in horror. It was one of the worst punishments for a vampire. To have all his vampire blood drained and then left to starve. They didn’t die from it, they just suffered unbelievable agony. He’d seen it happen. He couldn’t believe Angelus was going to do that to him. “No, wait, don’t,” he begged, but he could already feel himself getting weaker as Angelus drank.

Buffy watched in horrified fascination as Angelus drained Spike. She didn’t know what to do. Dru walked over to her and started to hum a little tune. Some kind of old waltz. She danced around a bit, holding the doll out like it was a dance partner. “Going to have a party,” she sang. “Tea party…..and you’re the teacup,” she said to Buffy. She went into her gameface as Angelus finished with Spike.

Angelus got up and picked up the now limp and nearly lifeless Spike. He carried him out of the basement, leaving his dark daughter Dru to play with Buffy. He figured that would be punishment enough for her.

Dru went and opened up an old black trunk that was in the corner of the basement. She pulled out some actual teacups made of old china with little flowers on them. She started to setup a table with the china as though she was going to have a real tea party. She made two place settings, one for herself and one for her doll. Then she went and took a jar off a shelf. Buffy could see something moving inside the jar and her stomach tensed into knots.

Dru opened the jar and pulled out a squirming black leech. “Can’t have tea without the cake,” she said and took the leech over to Buffy.

“What are you doing? No!” Buffy struggled against the chains holding her to the table, but she couldn’t get away from Dru.

Dru stood between Buffy’s legs, easily keeping her thighs apart. She took the slimy leech and put it right on Buffy’s clit. Buffy screamed as she felt an intense stinging sensation as the leech’s mouth bit into her clit. Then all she could feel was the sucking, and perversely, it felt incredibly good. She started to cry at that. “Please, make it stop,” she begged. But Dru wasn’t finished with her yet.

Dru took another wriggling leech and placed it on Buffy’s left nipple. Buffy screamed again as she felt it bite into her. And then she felt the same unwanted pleasure as it sucked away at her sensitive nipple. Dru did it again, placing another leech on Buffy’s right nipple, making her scream again. Then Buffy started to squirm on the table, trying vainly to get away from the pleasure as the tiny creatures sucked her blood from her most sensitive areas. The leech on her clit was particularly aggressive and it sucked her clit hard. Buffy could feel an unwanted orgasm building up and tears spilled from the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t stop it. Her pussy was throbbing. She cried out as she came, bucking her hips on the table.

Dru wasn’t even paying any attention to her. Dru was busy digging through the trunk again. She pulled out a sharp knife that had a coiled dragon design on the handle. She picked up one of the teacups and walked over to Buffy, who was now crying hysterically. She looked up and saw Dru holding the knife. “No, please, don’t hurt me.”

“Time for tea,” Dru said and she cut one of Buffy’s wrists and held it over the teacup till it was full of blood. Then she filled a second cup and placed it on the table. Dru came back and pulled each blood filled leech off of Buffy, hard, hurting her. She placed the leeches on a tiny teacake plate on the table. “Slayer candy,” she said.

As Buffy watched, Dru began to talk nonsensically to the doll, chattering away as if she were having a real tea party. She sat the doll in front of a teacup and sipped a cup full of Buffy’s blood. Then she ate the leeches, and Buffy thought she was going to throw up watching her.
“Lonely dolly. Dolly wants to be all warm inside.” Dru picked up the doll and took it over to Buffy. The doll was about the size of a small child and made of hard plastic. It had a head that was about six inches in diameter and long curly hair. Dark glass eyes with lids that blinked at Buffy. The shoulders were wider than the head by about two inches. The doll was wearing a long powder blue dress. Dru parted Buffy’s thighs.
“No!” Buffy screamed in horror. Dru put the doll’s head right at Buffy’s wet opening. She took her fingers and stretched Buffy’s pussy as much as she could to accommodate the doll’s head. “Noooo!” Buffy started screaming as Dru started to push the doll inside her pussy, stretching her painfully and scraping her delicate tissues. Dru pushed the doll in slowly, an inch at a time, and Buffy couldn’t believe how much it hurt. She could feel her tissues being ripped and her muscles being stretched farther than she’d ever been stretched before. Nothing ever hurt so much. Buffy was crying and screaming and thrashing on the table as Dru finally got the doll’s head inside of her, her blood was starting to lube the way. Then she began to work on pushing the shoulders in, finally ripping through Buffy’s perineal tissue, splitting her as though she was giving birth, only in reverse. Buffy could feel every painful curve and contour of the doll’s face inside of her. She could feel its long hair. She thought she would go insane if Dru didn’t stop.

And Dru didn’t stop. She pushed and she even pulled Buffy’s legs apart wider until she got the doll all the way inside of her, easily pushing past Buffy’s cervix, pushing the doll all the way into her womb with only the feet sticking out of Buffy’s opening. Buffy’s stomach was all distended now, pregnant with the doll. “Dolly wants to feel you,” Dru said. And she started to rub Buffy’s clit, forcing her to feel perverse pleasure. Buffy squirmed on the table, but couldn’t get away from Dru’s fingers. Dru rubbed and pinched her clit until she forced Buffy to have an intense orgasm. Buffy’s overstretched pussy contracted around the doll causing her a mixture of pleasure and intense pain.

Satisfied at last, Dru, put her hands on Buffy’s stomach and pushed down, forcing her to push out the doll, giving birth to it. “There, Dolly’s all better now,” she said. The doll’s face was all covered in Buffy’s blood and cum and Dru licked it off the doll’s face as Buffy continued to cry hysterically.

“Bad Slayer, fucking my Spike,” she said to Buffy and then left the basement carrying her doll.

Buffy curled into a ball on the table, as much of a ball as the chains would allow, and she cried herself to sleep.