Breaking a Slayer
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Threesomes/Moresomes › Angel(us)/Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
Views:
10,506
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 49
Chapter 49
Pain. It woke in pain. Confusion. Fear. Danger. Pain meant all oose ose things to the Beast, and it knew the pain was a bad thing. It rested its aching head against the wall in the unfamiliar place in which it had awoken and knew fear.
But fear in the Beast always led to rage--instant and powerful--despite its captivity. The Beast scented the air and knew that danger was coming. It opened its eyes and gazed around the place it was held. Something kept its paws stretched back against the wall. The Beast pulled at the things holding its paws and they rattled.
It startled as a female entered its place accompanied by males. They were beta, she scented that on them immediately and lost interest in them. They weren’t right, weren’t the Beast’s males. But the Bitch was alpha…was challenging it---her.
The Beast realized it was female, it was She. Thinking hurt inside her head even more than her body ached. Trying to think was impossible…the pounding pressure pushed the Beast’s thoughts away with flares of pain each time she tried.
Help. She needed…needed her Mates. She closed her eyes and could feel them through the haze of pain that oppressed her. The link to them was on such a primal level that she could sense them easily, but they were not near to her. She cried out through the bond, reaching for them uselessly, whimpering softly as she did so. She must find them. Must get free from this bad smelling cold place.
The Bitch was making noises at her. She heard the sounds but they didn’t mean anything…a jumble of nonsense sounds cascading like water over her ears without leaving meaning behind. The Bitch postured and the Beast sensed her attempt to assert dominance. She smelled the challenge emanating from the Bitch. The Beast glared into the female’s eyes for a moment, staring her down until the Bitch dropped her gaze. Only then did the Beast pull against the bonds that held her so tightly to the wall.
The Beast worried at the bonds, ripping gashes into her own wrists in the process, but felt one of the things start to give. Then pain exploded across her thighs when the Bitch attacked.
The Bitch struck again and again with a stinging thing that hurt more with each blow, until the Beast’s skin broke open and bled. The Beast raged and tore at the bonds holding her, pulling and snarling at the Bitch while she did so.
She pulled harder and blood poured from her wounded arms to mingle on the floor with the pool from her thighs and abdomen. Finally the bonds gave and she fell from the wall to crouch before the attacking Bitch.
The things…*chains?* she thought, and pain flared at the word as if her thinking triggered it. *Chains can be used,* the Beast thought, fighting against the pain. *A tool, yes.* She rolled the word around in her mind, moaning at the pain that accompanied the thought, but stubbornly refusing to submit to it, despite the flaring agony that accompanied the attempt to think in words instead of feelings.
The Bitch stepped back as the Beast rose to her full, if diminutive, height and growled menacingly. The Beast pulled one paw back and whipped the *chain* across the Bitch’s face as hard as she could. The Bitch screamed and fell to the floor as the Beast turned and leaped upon the beta males who hadn’t even had time to react to her attack. They were weak and easily killed.
The Beast ran, limpingly, for the hole through which the others had come. Her head spun from the loss of blood from her wounds and she shook it, trying to dispel the haze that fogged her mind. A long cave stretched away from her and she began loping down it toward the last remaining male.
Suddenly pain exploded in the Beast’s hip, arm and shoulder, throwing her backwards to land painfully hard on her back. Black swallowed her up--taking away the searing agony for a moment.
Danger. Pain. Fear. Rage. She struggled from the soft black clinging to her, trying to open her eyes and face the new threat. Pain radiated through her slight body and she tensed, trying frantically to respond.
She sensed the last male getting closer, smelled his rancid sweat and heard the too-fast flutter of his racing heart. He leaned threateningly over her prone body and she tensed further, pushing her wounded body to its limit in anticipation of more pain. He was finally within her reach.
She stretched the less-wounded paw up, though it felt like trying to lift stone, and wrapped it around the neck of her prey. She wrenched him down and sank sharp fangs into his neck, ripping out his throat with one savage bit. His blood was warm and salty in her mouth.
The taste was not repellant, but failed to satisfy her. She pushed the male off of her and rolled toward her unhurt leg, groaning and snapping at the wound in her arm. She couldn’t chase away the pain…it continued, and she knew that she must find a den in which to hide. This place was bad. Cold and dangerous.
The Beast tried to rise, pushing on the ground with her good paw and whimpering uncontrollably. The pain was almost more than she could bear, though the blood on her thighs and belly had driShe She stumbled to her feet, then fell again when she tried to put weight on the bad side. Crawling to the side of the cave, she pushed herself up against it, leaning heavily upon it and moving forward one painful step at a time.
She gasped and snapped at the pain coming from so many different places in her body, unable to make the agony go away. She reached the hole to the cave but it was blocked by a wall with a cold shiny bar. Grasping the bar, she pulled and pulled, but could not get through the hole. Her strength gave out and she leaned upon the bar. With her weight pressing down, the bar moved and she fell forward through the wall in the hole, falling to the ground halfway out of the cave. She was free.
The Beast crawled to her feet again, whimpering and whining as the agony from her wounds beat at her with every move. She stumbled forward, leaning against the cold, hard walls on the outside of the cave. A den. She must find a den to lair in and lick her wounds. The Beast struggled onward, one painful step at a time, panting for breath around the horrible pain. Must get away from the cold place. Must keep moving. One paw hung limply at her side, too badly hurt to even move. Still she kept on, slowly creeping from the place of pain…trying to find a good place to go to ground.
To be continued...
Pain. It woke in pain. Confusion. Fear. Danger. Pain meant all oose ose things to the Beast, and it knew the pain was a bad thing. It rested its aching head against the wall in the unfamiliar place in which it had awoken and knew fear.
But fear in the Beast always led to rage--instant and powerful--despite its captivity. The Beast scented the air and knew that danger was coming. It opened its eyes and gazed around the place it was held. Something kept its paws stretched back against the wall. The Beast pulled at the things holding its paws and they rattled.
It startled as a female entered its place accompanied by males. They were beta, she scented that on them immediately and lost interest in them. They weren’t right, weren’t the Beast’s males. But the Bitch was alpha…was challenging it---her.
The Beast realized it was female, it was She. Thinking hurt inside her head even more than her body ached. Trying to think was impossible…the pounding pressure pushed the Beast’s thoughts away with flares of pain each time she tried.
Help. She needed…needed her Mates. She closed her eyes and could feel them through the haze of pain that oppressed her. The link to them was on such a primal level that she could sense them easily, but they were not near to her. She cried out through the bond, reaching for them uselessly, whimpering softly as she did so. She must find them. Must get free from this bad smelling cold place.
The Bitch was making noises at her. She heard the sounds but they didn’t mean anything…a jumble of nonsense sounds cascading like water over her ears without leaving meaning behind. The Bitch postured and the Beast sensed her attempt to assert dominance. She smelled the challenge emanating from the Bitch. The Beast glared into the female’s eyes for a moment, staring her down until the Bitch dropped her gaze. Only then did the Beast pull against the bonds that held her so tightly to the wall.
The Beast worried at the bonds, ripping gashes into her own wrists in the process, but felt one of the things start to give. Then pain exploded across her thighs when the Bitch attacked.
The Bitch struck again and again with a stinging thing that hurt more with each blow, until the Beast’s skin broke open and bled. The Beast raged and tore at the bonds holding her, pulling and snarling at the Bitch while she did so.
She pulled harder and blood poured from her wounded arms to mingle on the floor with the pool from her thighs and abdomen. Finally the bonds gave and she fell from the wall to crouch before the attacking Bitch.
The things…*chains?* she thought, and pain flared at the word as if her thinking triggered it. *Chains can be used,* the Beast thought, fighting against the pain. *A tool, yes.* She rolled the word around in her mind, moaning at the pain that accompanied the thought, but stubbornly refusing to submit to it, despite the flaring agony that accompanied the attempt to think in words instead of feelings.
The Bitch stepped back as the Beast rose to her full, if diminutive, height and growled menacingly. The Beast pulled one paw back and whipped the *chain* across the Bitch’s face as hard as she could. The Bitch screamed and fell to the floor as the Beast turned and leaped upon the beta males who hadn’t even had time to react to her attack. They were weak and easily killed.
The Beast ran, limpingly, for the hole through which the others had come. Her head spun from the loss of blood from her wounds and she shook it, trying to dispel the haze that fogged her mind. A long cave stretched away from her and she began loping down it toward the last remaining male.
Suddenly pain exploded in the Beast’s hip, arm and shoulder, throwing her backwards to land painfully hard on her back. Black swallowed her up--taking away the searing agony for a moment.
Danger. Pain. Fear. Rage. She struggled from the soft black clinging to her, trying to open her eyes and face the new threat. Pain radiated through her slight body and she tensed, trying frantically to respond.
She sensed the last male getting closer, smelled his rancid sweat and heard the too-fast flutter of his racing heart. He leaned threateningly over her prone body and she tensed further, pushing her wounded body to its limit in anticipation of more pain. He was finally within her reach.
She stretched the less-wounded paw up, though it felt like trying to lift stone, and wrapped it around the neck of her prey. She wrenched him down and sank sharp fangs into his neck, ripping out his throat with one savage bit. His blood was warm and salty in her mouth.
The taste was not repellant, but failed to satisfy her. She pushed the male off of her and rolled toward her unhurt leg, groaning and snapping at the wound in her arm. She couldn’t chase away the pain…it continued, and she knew that she must find a den in which to hide. This place was bad. Cold and dangerous.
The Beast tried to rise, pushing on the ground with her good paw and whimpering uncontrollably. The pain was almost more than she could bear, though the blood on her thighs and belly had driShe She stumbled to her feet, then fell again when she tried to put weight on the bad side. Crawling to the side of the cave, she pushed herself up against it, leaning heavily upon it and moving forward one painful step at a time.
She gasped and snapped at the pain coming from so many different places in her body, unable to make the agony go away. She reached the hole to the cave but it was blocked by a wall with a cold shiny bar. Grasping the bar, she pulled and pulled, but could not get through the hole. Her strength gave out and she leaned upon the bar. With her weight pressing down, the bar moved and she fell forward through the wall in the hole, falling to the ground halfway out of the cave. She was free.
The Beast crawled to her feet again, whimpering and whining as the agony from her wounds beat at her with every move. She stumbled forward, leaning against the cold, hard walls on the outside of the cave. A den. She must find a den to lair in and lick her wounds. The Beast struggled onward, one painful step at a time, panting for breath around the horrible pain. Must get away from the cold place. Must keep moving. One paw hung limply at her side, too badly hurt to even move. Still she kept on, slowly creeping from the place of pain…trying to find a good place to go to ground.
To be continued...