Unleashed

Angelus dragged Buffy upstairs, tugging loosely on the leashed collar. He was careful, he didn’t want to snap her neck and Buffy didn’t resist much for the same reason. He pulled her into the master bedroom, where Spike had just finished getting dressed.

Spike’s eyes widened a bit at the site of Buffy being led around by the neck like a bitch in heat. “No more sex games, for me,” he threw up his hands. “I’m getting out of this loony bin.” He moved to walk past Angelus. Angelus snaked out his arm and threw Spike on the bed, hard, stunning him for a second.

“I’m throwing a party, William. I suggest you prepare to help entertain my guests.” Angelus dragged Buffy over to the armoire and pulled out one of Dru’s white babydoll-like dresses. He handed it to Buffy. She wrinkled her nose at it. “Put it on,” he commanded her. And after a minute’s hesitation, she did so, just glad to cover her nakedness. But the thought of wearing one of Dru’s things turned her stomach. The dress was really short, it barely covered her pussy and her ass and Angelus didn’t give her any panties to wear with it, so she still felt very much exposed. Buffy watched as Angelus chose some clothing for himself to wear, some black pants and a white silk shirt.

“So, who’s coming to this amazing party of yours?” Spike asked, he had a bad feeling about this.

“The Vonvorshiens.” Angelus grinned, knowing how much Spike hated them.

“Oh, you can’t be serious. Last time, they nearly wrecked the place and us with it.”

“Come now, William, you must admit, you did enjoy Elani’s attentions.”

Spike shuddered remembering. “She nearly bit my cock off! Why are you having them here anyway?” Spike made himself comfortable on the bed.

“Buffy needs to meet some of our friends. Besides, there’s been talk of the pack thinking they can take over Sunnydale, push all of us vamps out. I think we need to let them know, it’s not happening.”

“A blood party, then?” Spike liked the sound of that better.

“You know what to do.”

Spike nodded and left the room, he went downstairs to the weapons room, leaving Buffy and Angelus alone.

Angelus had Buffy sit down at the dressing table. He reached for a hairbrush and began brushing her hair with long deliberate strokes. Buffy liked the feel of it and she started to relax alittle. Angelus loved her hair. It gave him an odd thrill to be brushing it.

“What’s a Vonvorshien?” Buffy asked him. It felt odd that she could only see herself in the mirror and not Angelus behind her. The hairbrush seemed to float in the air.
“You’ll find out. It’ll be a night to remember.”

Buffy didn’t like the sound of that. Angelus put the brush down. “Time to greet the guests,” he said and tugged on Buffy’s leash, leading her downstairs.

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Angelus opened the front doors and Buffy watched as six of the most attractive people she’d ever seen entered the room. “Buffy, this is Elani,” Angelus reached for Elani’s slim pale hand and gallantly kissed the back of it. Elani was tall and blonde, her hair was expertly piled atop her elegant head. She had a very European look about her. Her gray eyes glittered with an almost silvery veil to them. She was dressed in a stunning black and silver evening dress. Buthouthought she was very beautiful. “Is Spike here tonight? We never got to finish out little game.” She looked about the room. “Yes, of course he is. He’ll be joining us shortly.” Angelus moved to greet the next guest. Next came someone Angelus called Adriel. Another stunning European beauty. Adriel had long black hair, creamy white skin. Her dark eyes had the same silvery glint about them. She was wearing a cream colored evening gown that clung to her perfect curves. Angelus kissed the back of her hand, too. “Is this the Slayer?” Adriel reached out a hand to touch Buffy’s face. Buffy shuddered at her touch, but didn’t move. She could smell a combination of wildflowers and a musky scent on Adriel’s hand. “You’re just a little waif, aren’t you? How cute.” Adriel sounded bored. The next guest was Heinz, a handsome tall blonde male with light blue eyes. He shook Angelus’ hand. “Looks like you’ve redecorated since our last visit,” he commented looking around the foyer. Next, Angelus greeted Albrecht. Albrecht had long dark hair and pale grey eyes. He was tall and slim. Buffy thought he gave a small growl at Angelus, but it happened so fast, she almost didn’t catch it. Last came a slightly older couple. The male had some gray hair mixed into his dark temples. There was a blonde woman on his arm who also had a bit oay iay in her hair. Angelus greeted them as Frieda and Erzberger. “How nice of you to invite us again, Angelus. It’s been such a very long time.” Frieda seemed to almost be flirting with him. Erzberger only nodded at Angelus in greeting. He looked at Buffy and she could see lust in his eyes. It made her skin crawl. He, too, had the characteristic silvery glint in his eyes. These weren’t humans. Buffy wasn’t sure yet exactly what they were.

“Please, everyone come into the dining hall. There is plenty of food and drink.” Angelus directed them.

Everyone entered the dining hall and the guests all took their seats at the dining table. Angelus had Buffy sit right next to him. No one seemed to notice or really care that she was wearing a collar around her neck and he was leading her around on a leash. Some fledglings brought out trays of food and placed them on the table. Buffy saw that it was raw meat in blood sauce. She had no intension of eating that and she resolved to defy Angelus if he tried to make her. But he surprised her by having a fledgling bring her a plate of roasted chicken with a bunch of her favorite side dishes, mashed potatoes, green beans. He poured her a glass of red wine to go with the meal.

Spike entered the dining hall, pausing a minute before taking the only empty seat, the one right next to Elani. “Spike, daarrrllling,” she drawled at him. “How gooood to see you again. We really must finish our little game.” Spike smiled at her, “I might just win this time.” He reached for a glass of wine, almost spilling it as Elani put her hand on his crotch right under the table. She squeezed his cock hard through his pants and he groaned.

Angelus was seated on Buffy’s left and on her right was Frieda. Buffy was just finishing her mashed potatoes when she felt Frieda’s hand slip in between her thighs and touch her pussy beneath the table. Buffy didn’t know what to do. She was afraid of calling attention to herself. Frieda started to rub Buffy’s clit and Buffy involuntarily parted her thighs a bit. Buffy reached for the wine, trying to keep her hand steady. Frieda pulled back the head of her clit with a finger and started to stroke her most sensitive place. Buffy could feel tears welling up in her eyes. The pleasure was almost unbearable and it was unwanted. She was afraid to look at Angelus. She lookewn awn and sipped her wine as Frieda continued to masturbate her. She could feel her pussy getting wet. Her womb was throbbing. She tried so hard to hold back her cum. She was terrified of cumming in front of all these people. But she could feel it starting to happen. It took all of her Slayer strength not to let them know as she felt her pussy start to spasm. Her hips moved slightly under the table and her hand tightened on the glass of wine. She almost spilled it. No one seemed to notice. Angelus was busy listening to Adriel’s idle chatter about how much she liked Europe better than America. Buffy didn’t know that Adriel had her hand on Angelus’ crotch underneath the table was busy jerking him off the whole time.
Angelus was well aware of what was happening to Buffy. He could smell her arousal. But he let it all happen. He was going to keep his guests happy right up until the end.

Buffy was suffering terribly. Even though she had cum, Frieda still hadn’t stopped playing with her clit. And now she could feel her snaking her fingers lower to touch Buffy’s wet pussy. She started to push a finger into her, slowly, enjoying the tightness, knowing she was tormenting Buffy. Buffy squirmed slightly in the chair, still trying not to let anyone know what was happening to her. Frieda’s finger found Buffy’s G spot and started to gently stroke it. Buffy’s body went rigid. She used all her Slayer concentration not to cry out. She had to take her hand off the wine glass for fear of breaking it. She gripped her napkin instead. Her nipples were going stiff underneath the dress. And she squirmed again, but moving around only made her feel the pleasure more. She looked down and squeezed her eyes shut. All around her, the guests were talking about shallow things, the weather, politics. Everyone seemed to be ignoring her. Frieda continued playing with Buffy’s pussy. She was really enjoying how much self control Buffy seemed to possess. She wondered just what it would take to push her over the edge.

Spike was in a lot of pain. Elani had freed his cock underneath the table and she was squeezing him too hard. Occasionally, she’d rake her claws against his cock, drawing some of his vampire blood. Elani enjoyed giving pain. And Spike had always been one of her favorite toys. He reached for more wine, he couldn’t wait for this night to be over. Adriel was doing something similar to Angelus, but he enjoyed the pain.

Buffy was starting to sweat now. Frieda wasn’t just rubbing her G spot, she started to press her thumb into Buffy’s clit as she did so. The combined stimulation was driving her wild. Her pussy was getting so wet she could feel her juices leaking down her inner thighs. Shockwaves of unwanted pleasure were filling her womb. Tears finally started to leak out of the corners of her eyes and she grabbed the napkin with shaking hands and tried to quickly wipe them away. The pleasure was getting unbearable and she was terrified of screaming in front of everyone. She wished she was anywhere but at that table. Finally, just when she was about to have a screaming orgasm, Angelus stood up and announced, “Time for dessert.” And that’s when the real horror began.