Gladiatrix

Rating: R-NC17 (sexual situations) **************************************** Faith followed Spike through the sewers of Sunnydale. The smell of urine, decay, and death assaulted her nostrils. Faith could sense other demons hiding in the shadows, but she ignored them. "Glory's followers patrol the perimeter of the estate. They'd see us coming a mile away if we used the surface," He explained. "This way we can take em' by surprise." She jogged until she was in front of him, blocking his path. "We? Who said anything about we? I'm gonna need you to go back for help." He glared at her in indignation. "I can still fight, and there's hundreds of those minion things roaming around. Do you think you can handle all of them plus Glory?" Spike shook his head. "You'll never make it out alone." Faith smirked at the platinum haired vampire. "You're scared Buffy's gonna kick your ass." She laughed. "Don't worry. If Xander's dead, you won't have any ass left to kick." She stepped aside, letting him pass. ************************************** Glory tilted her head up and down, pleased not to see any traces of the scar. She wrapped her arms around her body hugging herself. She leaned forward, placing a kiss on the bloody surface of the mirror. Her body tingled. In this form, she was insatiable, always needing physical pleasure. The boy's cries of pain as she whipped him had added to her arousal. To his credit, he didn't beg or plead. Not even when she'd stretched his testicals using iron weights. She slipped a hand inside the satin night gown she wore, cupping a breast and staring at his battered reflection. He hung naked from her ceiling, his well toned body covered in lashes and cuts. Her eyes trailed down, stopping between his legs. She arched an eyebrow, wondering how large his sex organ would be fully erect. She snorted. Comparing him with her legions would be an insult. No wonder human females seem so frustrated, especially the little blonde slayer. "Can we watch you kill him, mistress?" Her eyes snapped up. Dreg her first in command and another minion were huddled in her doorway. They shuddered, seeing the hungry look in her eyes. Glory rose from her seat and waggled a finger beckoning them closer. "Come here." She placed a high heeled foot on the stool she'd been sitting on. She grasped the sides of her gown, pulling it up. Her minions crawled across the floor, one stopping in front of her. The other positioning himself behind her. She drew the gown up to her waist exposing her wet pussy and creamy ass cheeks. The blonde reached down, running her fingers up and down the crease between her legs caressing the shaven area. She gasped, rubbing the nub at the top of her mound until it peeked out from between swollen lips. Dreg raised himself up to his knees between her legs and tilted his head back. Glory reached down and pinched his nose shut before lowering herself onto his mouth. "Lick it," she demanded, voice thick with lust. His serpentine tongue lashed her clit. The demon howled in pleasure grinding her hips down hard. The slave behind her spread her ass checks and thrust his tongue into the puckered hole. Faith crouched down on the balcony outside Glory's bedroom. Xander's body swung back and forth from the ceiling. Below her, dead minions lay scattered across the manicured lawn. She and Spike had separated after a stealth attack, leaving a path of destruction behind them. Faith closed her eyes hoping to block out the scene in front of her and squash her rising desire. "Come on, Spike," Faith muttered under her breath, waiting for his signal. Their plan was he'd distract Glory so Faith could get to Xander. **************************************** "Anything?" Buffy asked, hovering over the witches. Willow and Tara sat facing each other, a dozen candles surrounded them. Willow shook her head. "I can't connect with him. Something is blocking me," Willow said. Anya paced around the magical circle the witches had formed. She'd been watching closely. The candles nearest Tara would burn bright, then flicker when the candles around Willow dimmed. The ex-demon looked at Buffy's watcher to see if he'd noticed anything. His brows were drawn together in a frown. "Tara?" he asked. "What about you? Did you see anything?" The blonde stared at her and Willow's joined hands. "I-I can sense him. H-He's alive." Giles kneeled down until he was eye level with the shy witch. "Something is blocking me, too." Anya pushed past Buffy. She couldn't stay silent any longer. "It's Willow. Willow's blocking you," Anya stated. Giles stood up. "What!" Willow yelled. "Why would I block Tara? Xander's my best friend." Anya glanced at Giles. The watcher took off his glasses and pinched his nose. "Your use of dark magic is interfering with Tara's magic. Dark magic and white magic can't be mixed," Anya explained when Giles remained silent. Giles put his glasses back on, fixing Willow with an angry stare. "Are you using dark magic? I've warned you about messing with things you don't understand," he said. Anya held up a hand. "Now isn't the time for a lecture. We need to find Xander." Buffy placed a hand on Willow's shoulder. "Wills, why don't you let Giles and Tara try to locate Xander? Maybe you and I can find a spell that will help them," Buffy offered. Tara squeezed her girlfriend's hands, then tried to let go. Willow held on. Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered, releasing Tara. They jumped when the front door crashed open. Spike entered. The vampire was covered in blood. He staggered into the room. "God Lord, man, what happened to you?" Giles asked.