Unleashed

Chapter Six:

When they got into the hallway, Buffy saw her chance to try and escape. She leapt out of Angelus’ arms and did a gymnastic swing right off the balcony down to the first floor. She ran at the front doors, not caring that she was totally naked. She found them locked and her Slayer strength wouldn’t open them. She beat on the doors in frustration, then turned and ran down the hallway as Angelus landed on the floor behind her. Her defiance was both arousing and amusing him. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

Buffy ran into the first room that was unlocked. She stopped short, staring. The room was filled with stuffed, mounted, dead daemons. It was a daemon trophy room. Buffy had never seen the like. She’d also never seen some of these kinds of daemons. There were hairy daemons that looked almost canine and then there were reptilian daemons and arachnid daemons, there were just so many different kinds. She was so enthralled with looking at the trophies, she forgot she was running from Angelus. He came into the room behind her and grabbed her around the waist. She could feel his erection at her back. She leaned into his embrace, letting him know she wasn’t running.

Buffy pointed to a round, short, hairy daemon. It had long shaggy hair that covered its face. “What kind of daemon is that?”

“It’s called a Horla daemon. They control wind and can cause hurricanes.” Angelus held her tight, breathing in her scent.

“And what’s that one?” Buffy pointed to an odd half bird, half arachnid looking daemon.

“It’s a Larma daemon. They kill with soundwaves. You wouldn’t want to hear one scream.” He ran his hands down her naked hips, loving the feel of her. He was enjoying her cheerleader enthusiasm.

“You killed all of these, didn’t you?” Buffy was impressed. She wasn’t sure she could have killed some of these daemons, particularly the one with eight arms and tons of long razor sharp s ons on each of its hands.

Angelus pointed to that one now. “I didn’t kill that one. Dru did, by accident.” He smiled remembering. “Dru tripped on her dress and knocked a lamp into a puddle the daemon was standing in.” Angelus bent his head and licked her neck, smiling when she shivered.

Buffy liked being held like this. She didn’t really want the sex, she just wanted to be held. She could almost believe she was still with Angel and not his evil counterpart. She wondered briefly if she could bring Angel back, if she showed Angelus enough love. Suddenly, he spun her about in his arms. He backed her up against a study desk in the room, lifted her small hips so she was sitting on it. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He immediately guided his stiff cock into her pussy, pushing in quickly. She gasped at the sudden pleasure. It felt good. He bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue in, demandingly. She sucked on his tongue as he started to move, sliding his cock against her G spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her small body. This position was perfect for her. Her clit was rubbing against the base of his cock with every stroke he gave her and the combination of G spot and clit stimulation was driving her wild. She started to keen as he fucked her harder. Angelus loved her small, warm body. Everything about her drove him wild. He loved her scent, she smelled like jasmine and vanilla. He moved his hands to play with her nipples. Buffy felt her womb clench with pleasure as his fingers rubbed and pinched her. She felt like her whole body was throbbing with pleasure. Angelus increased his pace, slamming into her small body, knowing only a Slayer could take his strength. Buffy screamed her orgasm into his mouth as he kissed her. He could feel her pussy spasming around his cock. He wasn’t ready to cum just yet. He wanted to feel the tightnessher her ass again. Angelus withdrew from her quickly and moved her hips, sliding his cock lower. “No!” she protested. “Please, no.” He ignored her cries and thrust his cock into her ass, hard. He loved giving her pain. Buffy continued to cry out as he stretched her ass painfully. He fucked her ass long and hard, splitting her tissues alittle, feeling the blood run down her ass, lubing his way. The smell of her blood finally sent him over the edge and he came, pumping his cold cnto nto her ass.

Angelus pulled out of her and Buffy started to pound her fists on his chest. “I hate you! I want Angel back!” She started to cry.

“You said you wanted ME, remember? You said you wanted all of me. You brought me out, Buffy.”

“You’re a daemon, just like all the other monsters in this room,” she said. “You should be stuffed and mounted, too!” She shoved him away from her and stood up. “I want to go home. Let me out of this mansion.” She walked over to the doorway and stood waiting for him.

Angelus was getting angry now. “Nobody…ever…..leaves…..me,” he growled at her. He went and gripped her arm tightly, hurting her. With his other hand, he grabbed a spiked leather collar off one of the stuffed daemons. He quickly pulled Buffy to him and managed to get the collar around her neck even as she struggled and kicked him. He pulled on the collar tightly, choking her. “I could take every one of your friends and put them in this room…or perhaps make a new room for them. Would you like that, Buffy?”

She couldn’t answer him, the collar was choking her. All she could do was gasp for air. She did take his threats of killing her friends very seriously. She stopped struggling and stood still, glaring at him.

“I think it’s time for your first lesson. I’m throwing a party for some old friends. You’re going to entertain them.” Angelus grinned wolfishly as Buffy’s eyes widened.
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Upstairs, Dru slipped into the master bedroom. Spike had gotten up off the floor. His cock was still rhardhard and his balls were starting to hurt from the frustration. He watched Dru come in and put the doll she was carrying on the dresser. She came over to him silently and knelt before him, taking har hard cock into her mouth. Then she bit down hard with her fangs. Spike howled in pain and shoved her away.

“You fucked the Slayer. You stink of her! And you’re going soft as the clouds. I can hear her singing all around you, chirping like a lil bird. You want the Slayer.”

Spike rubbed his sore cock. “Dru….I still love you, you know. Come on, luv.” He held out his arms to her, but she grabbed her doll off the dresser and left the room. Spike sighed and started to rummage through the armoire in the room, looking for something to wear. He wanted a drink and he wanted to get out of this madhouse.