Gladiatrix

Rating: R (sexual situations) **************************************** Spike sat down in the first chair he could reach. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "I was out buying blood and saw Faith." He finally said. Tara rose to her feet. She moved closer to Spike. He inhaled, taking an unnecessary breath. "I followed her, and she led me to Glory." He looked around the room. "They've got Xander." Buffy turned, pinning Tara with her eyes. "H-he's lying," Tara said. "I-If F-Faith is there, s-she's trying to help Xander, not h-hurt him." Buffy pulled out her cell phone and flipped it open. "She's an animal who should be locked up. And I intent to see she spends the rest of her life behind bars," Buffy said. "H-he's lying. I-I can prove it." Tara walked back to the circle. She picked up the discarded chalk they'd used earlier, and bent down, drawing a smaller circle within the larger one. She opened the top two buttons on the oversized shirt she wore and snatched a pendant from around her neck. She clasped her hands in prayer, the object inside her palm. She closed her eyes. "Goddess of the night, Goddess of the moon, hear your daughter's plea and reveal the truth to me." Willow took a step towards the circle. "Tara," she gasped out. Giles grabbed the red head. "No, Willow. She's calling on Hectate. Do not interfere," he warned. ******************************************* Faith watched Glory shudder through another orgasm. She'd lost count of how many minions the Hell God had fucked. One after another she'd mounted and impaled herself balls deep on shafts the size of mini baseball bats. The entire time, Glory watched Xander through slanted eyes. Faith didn't like the way Glory kept looking at Xander. The predatory gleam in her eyes sent a chill down Faith's spine. Faith wasn't innocent. She'd used him too. One night, after an intense slay, she'd run into him. Faith took him back to her motel room and fucked his brains out. What happened between them was consensual. They'd both wanted it. Right now, Xander couldn't consent to anything. Faith tensed when Glory got off the minion she was riding. Green slime leaked from her swollen pussy as she walked up to Xander. She gazed up at him and licked her lips. Slender fingers reached out and grabbed his soft shaft. Faith growled low in her throat. She stood up, emerging from the shadows, and took a few steps back. She pushed off the iron rail circling the balcony, running head on towards the glass doors of Glory's bedroom. She crossed her arms over her face and pushed off, one knee crashing through the glass. Faith tucked and rolled. She came up whirling two small axes, one in each hand. "Get away from him. You crazy bitch!" Faith yelled. She pulled back an axe and aimed. She threw it at the chain hooked to the ceiling. The sharp blade sliced through the metal, releasing Xander. His body fell to the ground in a heap. Faith spared him a glance then focused on Glory. "In this dimension, you ask before you touch." Glory's lips curved into a smile. "In many places, past and present, 'No' is not an option." Glory walked to the bed and sat primly on the edge. "Did you enjoy the show?" Glory asked. "I wondered how long you would watch." The blonde reached up twirling a finger in her hair. "Were you waiting on the vampire to return?" Faith schooled her features. She didn't want Glory to see her surprise. "He is a curious one," the Hell God said. "Judas reincarnated." She sighed. "Those were good times. I still have the head of the Baptist." She glanced at Faith. "He thought he could save the world through redemption, too." The room started filling up with minions. They crowded around Glory, concealing her from Faith's view. Faith stepped over Xander's prone body, standing in front of him. The group parted like the red sea as Glory emerged dressed, from head to toe, in black leather. "Did you think you could come here and play hero then walk out alive?" Glory held out an arm. The axe embedded in the ceiling flew into her outstretched hand.