Something Icky This Way Comes

Title: Something Icky This Way Comes
Author: elizard100
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Glory/Jonathan
Summary: Set in Season 5 around the time of Intervention. Glory and Jonathan engage in some fun activities. Fun for Glory at least. Jonathan meets Andrew and Warren for the first time and have an adventure together.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns everything. Hey, he even owns me. Betcha didn’t know that. He’s forcing me to write this unnatural pairing right now actually through mind control cause that’s the kind of sick torturous bastard that he is. Enjoy.


“Ow, ow, ow,” a pained voice cried out. “That hurts.”

“Take it like a man,” the voice of the one, the only, Glorificus taunted. “Crying’s not going to get you anything but more pain and torment.”

“But I said the word, I said the thing,” Jonathan half groaned as he rolled over onto his side into the fetal position, finally released from his tormentor.

“I suppose you did,” Glory admitted, quite fairly, considering her godhood. “But I wasn’t through playing.”

Standing up,, Glory stepped aside to put on her dressing gown and fix her hair in the mirror. Her robe hung open exposing the reason why gods is gods.

Jonathan’s now exposed body showed the marks of her “playing”. Red marks from dripping candlewax dotted his pale, hairless chest. Angry red welts showed around his wrists and ankles where the rope had dug in as he struggled against her inhuman demands, and worst of all, his toenails were painted a deep fuschia. Oh the humility of it all.

Jonathan struggled to stand, carefully unbinding his hands and ankles to avoid aggravating his already inflamed flesh. That would need some ointment tonight or he’d never get to sleep.

Pulling himself up to his full height he strode manfully towards Glory and looked her right in the chin. “Listen Glory,” he began. “You’re too rough. I’m kinda breakable.”

“You know,” Glory began conversationally, pulling his face forward to nestle his face into her bare breasts. “This whole whining thing is getting old really fast!”

“Weffifle goo,” he managed through a mouthful of glorious things.

Glory rubbed Jonathan’s ass as he cuddled against her, sucking on her nipples as though they were made of sugar and he was a prize stallion. An enormous groan shot out of Glory’s mouth as her knees buckled and the whole building shook from her arousal.

Several scabby minions rushed into the room shielding their eyes from her nakedness.

“Oh glorious one,” they scraped and bowed. “Is everything alright? Are you troubled?”

“Please let me cut off several of my more necessary extremities in order to provide a pitiful amusement,” Jinx offered. “Perhaps that would please the magnificent one.”

“That sounds like fun but haven’t you people ever heard of knocking?” Glory fumed at the interruption and tossed Jonathan aside, the mood now broken. “Get out, get out, get out.”

Jonathan stirred from the floor where she had let him fall. “You know, it’s not very nice when you do that,” he pointed out.

Turning around, Glory unleashed her full fury on the small man. “How dare you criticize me,” she stormed poking into his painful chest with one carefully manicured index finger. “I let you receive my attentions and this is how you repay me? Well, you’re not getting away with this buster.”

Glory reached out and took a firm grip on Jonathan’s ear and dragged him across the room.

“Get me the birdcage,” she bellowed to her minions. “Since my little woodpecker likes to sing so much I’ve got a good spot for him to do it.”

Two of the crustier minions lowered a large enclosed cage from the ceiling. Jonathan hadn’t noticed it in the few hours he had spent pleasuring Glory in this room but then his attention had been focused elsewhere so it was understandable.

The large cage dropped to the floor with a loud clunk. Jonathan paled noticeably.

“Key,” Glory barked at the closest minion and a small silver chain bearing three tiny keys was produced. “If only everything were this simple,” she sighed to herself. She quickly inserted one of the keys into a series of locks around the base of the cage detaching the top part and leaving the lower platform uncovered.

Turning to Jonathan she shoved him onto the round platform before lowering the top down over him and fastening the lock tightly. If he sat in a fetal position he had enough room and a bit to wiggle, but it was far from comfortable.

“You can’t do this to me,” he shrieked.

“Oh I think I can and I will,” Glory smirked.

In his current position he was sitting, but with his knees pulled up to his chest. Owing to the tight position there was not room for him to move his hands down past his knees as they blocked his access. Glory snaked a hand inside the bars and gave “little” Jonathan a tug and he squirmed. She continued rubbing and teasing until he was fully erect.

“Very good,” she chirped cheerfully, “but not good enough. Maybe when you’ve shown you can behave Mamma will let you down. But until then you’re a bird in a gilded cage. Raise him up boys.”

“Noooo,” Jonathan cried out as his pintsized prison rose up to the cathedral sized ceiling.

He stared down at those assembled and lamented his fate. He rattled the cage futilely. In just a few minutes Glory would come to her senses and have him brought down and then they could have sex again. Jonathan believed this with all he had in him.

But the minutes passed slowly. Peering out into the relative darkness he thought he could make out another cage and beyond it another. “Is there anyone out there?” he called out.

“Hello,” a timid voice called back faintly. “I’m here.”

“Who are you?” Jonathan called back, glad of the companionship and gaining strength from knowing he was not alone.

“My name is Andrew,” a voice replied.

“What are you doing up here?” Jonathan asked.

“I came by yesterday to deliver a pizza but that guy with the bad skin told me that his mistress was hungry for something better,” he explained. “Then he dragged me over to see this girl and I figured she was going to pay me. But instead she puts both hands on either side of my head and starts to push real hard. It hurt a lot and I stumbled back and tripped and she fell down too. I don’t know what she was doing but she said something abouty hay having enough time for a light snack. I felt kind of different afterwards.”

“Hmmm,” Jonathan was trying to figure this all out and it was hurting his head.

“So you’re, uh, naked” Andrew pointed out the bleeding obvious, trying to make conversation.

“Yeah, kinda,” Jonathan blushed, wishing he could at least put his hands over his exposed hardon that still bulged out of the cage from Glory’s previous attentions. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Jonathan could clearly see the young man in the next cage. Beyond that he could discern a third cage and a seemingly sleeping figure.

“Who’s that?” Jonathan asked.

“Oh that’s Warren, “ Andrew explained brightly. “He was here when I got here. I tried talking to him but he just sleeps a lot.”

“How long have you been here?” Jonathan asked nervously.

“Oh, since Tuesday,” Andrew replied. “What day is today?”

“Thursday,” Jonathan answered with a tone of doom and forboding, now really, really scared of what he had gotten himself into.

Sure it had seemed like a dream come true when this hot chick in the red sports car had offered him a lift outside the laundromat. Even better than when she asked if he wanted to come up for a drink. When she excused herself to slip into something comfortable Jonathan hadn’t needed any hints and proceeded to remove all his clothing and wait for her seductively perched on the bar. When she returned in a flowing purple robe she seemed a little surprised but with a “what the heck” she scooped Jonathan up into her arms and gave him the ride of his life.

“So what happens now?”

He could hear Warren in the next cage snore quietly in his sleep.

“We wait,” Andrew finally answered and Jonathan hugged himself tightly in the darkness, the erection now gone.

When Jonathan awoke some time later he found himself in total darkness. Before he had been able to make out faint shapes and objects but now there was an impenetrable darkness that made him feel truly isolated.

“Hello,” he ventured nervously. But no answer. He tried again, “hello?” Again nothing. Then he noticed something odd. Putting his hands up on the bars of the top of the cage his fingers brushed against fabric. He wasn’t in fact in total darkness, instead his cage had a cloth covering over it. As he moved a little he saw the fabric shift as though someone were adjusting it and a section on the top of the cage was removed allowing light to flood in. He could see perfectly now that a purple drapery surrounded the cage but the section above his head revealed nothing of what lay outside the cage.

“Rise and shine sweetness,” he heard Glory cheer. Glory, of course it was Glory outside the cage.

“I’m taking you to a play and you’ve got the best seat in the house,” she explained. “It’s almost curtain time, be sure to take your seat and please tip your usher.”

Jonathan was bewildered by the oddness of what she was saying. This girl was really psycho. As he sat waiting for whatever she had planned he noticed that the little doorway that would normally be where a bird was brought in and out was open. Far too small for him to use it, he was puzzled as to why this was open. Perhaps it had always been open but he had failed to notice it before.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Glory announced quite seriously, “Theatre Glorificus is proud to present Snatch Theatre.”

With those words the fabric parted from in front of the little door to reveal a triangle of soft golden curls. This was her play. Glory’s snatch.

“We’d like to remind our patrons that this IS interactive theatre so jump right in,” she continued in a mock serious voice.

Jonathan was indignant at first. That she could treat him so and then expect that from him. He’d just refuse flat out. As he sat there sternly staring ahead he saw her shimmy a little bit to position herself better at the opening. His arms were at an awkward angle but if he leaned forward his mouth would just meet up with her. But he wouldn’t do it. She didn’t deserve that.

As it was, his face was only a few inches away. If he stuck his tongue out as far as it would go he could probably taste her. Give her a few good licks and then stop. Torment her like she’d been tormenting him. That would show her.

Leaning forward he looked intently at the expanse of skin and hair in front of him. Nothing special he told himself. The fact that he had had a raging hardon the minute she exposed herself meant nothing.

He watched as Glory impatiently positioned herself to the left of the opening and proceeded to rub herself on the side of the doorway bumping her clit on the round little catch that protruded. Jonathan could hear moans of pleasure and he watched with widening eyes as a sticky substance appeared on the side of the cage where Glory was rubbing herself. Moving herself back to the centre he saw the lips pulled apart from the sides by hands hidden behind the fabric to reveal pink lips swollen with her arousal and a clitoris that stood erect and poked out from it’s hood. Everything glistened like it was covered in a thin coating of honey. A tiny dribble of this coating was running down the inside of her exposed leg. It appeared golden and warm and Jonathan finally gave in and leaned forward and gave it a lick with his hardened tongue. A shudder of ultimate pleasure burst out of Glory and Jonathan dove in to taste more of this ambrosia. It was like honey and warm brandy peaches and sunshine all rolled into one. He flicked her clit gently with his tongue, being careful not to put too much pressure on it. She squirmed and bucked against his face pushing forward even more, which aided in his efforts through the small opening. He managed to position one arm to poise his hand near the opening and insert an index finger into the sopping wet hole. Glory gyrated against it and he inserted a second finger and then a third, rubbing a small circular pattern against the inner wall. Thank god for sex ed classes he thought to himself. Glory was keening against his hand, riding him like there was no tomorrow. Using both his hand and his mouth he sucked and fingerfucked the woman to within an inch of her very tentative sanity. She cried out in pleasure but Jonathan continued his ministrations drawing out a second orgasm that turned into an earth shattering squeal that would have challenged a dog’s ears with it’s high frequency.

Slumping to the floor in a mass of limp limbs and sweat soaked hair Glory rolled over onto her back and looked up at Jonathan through lazy eyes. “Oh baby,” she cooed. “That was incredible.”

Jonathan knew that this was his advantage. “Imagine what I could do if I was out of this cage,” he pointed out.

Glory considered it for a minute. “Maybe. But I think we could still have a bit of fun with you in it,” she countered. Getting her second wind Glory climbed up onto her knees. Jonathan could see beyond her that he was still in her bedroom, only lowered from the ceiling. By leaning forward he had shifted his position and he now sat slightly slanted with his backside further forward and his head against the back of the cage. It was slightly more comfortable but put him in the awkward position of having his penis shoved right up against the bars of the front of the cage and the throbbing erection he had was threatening to drive him insane. The sight of Glory on her knees in front of him with her ass high in the was driving him equally mad. She reached up and pulled away the rest of the covering so he could see her fully. Her face was flushed and her hair was uncharacteristically disheveled. She looked like a woman who had recently enjoyed much pleasure and she had a look on her face like she wanted more.

Looking down at his protruding member she took it delicately between three fingers contemplating what to do. A good three-quarters hung outside the cage and staying in her position on her knees Glory moved forward to take Jonathan fully into her mouth. Reaching through the bars she tickled and stroked his balls as she continued to deep throat Ope Opening her mouth as wide as it would go she pushed him in to the very back of her throat and rubbed the roof of her mouth back and forth across the mushroom shaped head of his cock. Her lips put pressure on the shaft and she dragged her blunt teeth across the sensitive skin as she bobbed in a fast rhythm. I don’t know if you’ve ever gotten a blow job from a goddess before but there’s a reason they’re goddesses. Jonathan was being driven over the edge and he tried to maintain eye contact with Glory as she left traces of her fire engine red lipstick on his throbbing cock but that pushed him even further. The lipstick was now nothing more than a messy smear across her mouth and she moved her hand to help her mouth by pumping him as she licked and suckled every inch of him like the best lollipop in town. Jonathan’s eyes rolled back into his head and he became unable to watch the magnificent performance happening before him.

With a mischievous look on her face, Glory stuck one finger in her mouth and moistened it with her saliva. Reaching in she proceeded to cram it up into Jonathan’s anus and pumped it in and out a few times.

Without any warning Jonathan came. He had been taken by surprise by her actions and so didn’t expect it so suddenly and Glory sure didn’t because she ended up with a mouthful of cum. Pulling away quickly in shock she was treated to a spot of goo on her chin that then dribbled down onto her breasts. Her just rewards for her little trick.

“Ew,” she cried out., trying to rub it off as Jonathan felt the aftershocks of her heavenly blow job. “Give a girl some notice,” she growled.

“I would have if you had given me some,” he whimpered back. “I wasn’t quite expecting you to do that.”

“Well if I’d known how much you liked it I would have brought out my strapon and we could have been doing it all along,” she grinned widely, still rubbing at the dabs of semen that she now found on her stomach.

Jonathan blanched but realized this may be his best opportunity. “ So, can I come out now?” he pleaded. “I did what you wanted. Shouldn’t I get some kind of reward for being good?”

Glory stared back at him in disbelief. “And what exactly do you call the suckjob of the century you just got buddy?” She snorted. “That’s a whole heck of a lot better than a handshake.”

“Oh definitely,” Jonathan quickly agreed. “Thank you very much, but I really want to come out of this cage. My legs are getting stiff from not moving.”

“Well so long as certain parts of you get stiff I’m still a happy camper,” Glory chortled. “The rest of it is just gravy. But hey, look on the bright side, maybe I’ll get bored of you and I’ll just let you starve to death like those idiots up there with you.”

“You’re going to let them die?” Jonathan asked incredulously. “Why not just let them go?”

“And let them go running off to the Slayer and have them making trouble for me and my boys. No way Jose,” she smirked. “So if you want to live you’d be kee keep me real happy. You get me?”

Jonathan nodded morosely. Then he noticed something. On the floor next to where he sat was Glory’s robe that she must have taken off before positioning herself in front of the cage. He could see a small silver chain hanging out of the pocket. Just like the one on the chain that held the key to his cage. The shifting he had done now allowed him to move his arms lower and he thought that if he could just distract her for a minute he could grab it. But once he had it he’d have to hide it from her so she wouldn’t see it and ruin his plan.

“Good boy,” she cooed, sensing she had won. Taking hold of him slowly, she proceeded to kneed and rub him until he was fully erect again. Then, once he was rock solid, she slowly lowered herself onto him through the cage. Jonathan felt the wet warmth of her from in between the bars. He began fucking her through the cage and she was loving it, slamming herself hard down onto him. Jonathan pushed forward to get further inside her. This was so much better than the apple pie. He was limited in how much he could move, so Jonathan just held himself as close to the edge of the cage as he could while Glory did all the work. She pumped and grinded and squeezed her inner muscles until he thought she would rip his dick off. She rode up and down and all he could do was watch, a helpless victim of her pussy. He was able to reach one hand out through the bars and drag her robe over a little bit closer but he couldn’t risk having her see what he was doing. Then Jonathan had a brilliant idea.. Keeping his eyes glued to hers he reached up and tweaked one of her nipples.

She groaned in pleasure. Pulling her forward so that one of her breasts was against the opening of the cage Jonathan brought it into his mouth and sucked and nibbled at it. This shift in her position made her even slicker as she rocked back and forth on him. Luckily, this new position also put her range of vision behind the cage so with Jonathan reaching forward she couldn’t see what he was doing. He continued rubbing and squeezing the little buds with one hand as he fumbled in the pocket of her robe with his other. He would have to make quick work of it as he could start to feel her inner muscles tensing and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer either. Pulling the chain with the three small keys on it up beside the cage he cried out “I’m coming”. Jonathan reached forward and proceeded to finger Glory’s clit until her breathing became laboured and she was gasping for air, she whimpered a high keening sound and then went limp. Pulling herself up off of Jonathan, Glory stood and shook herself out.

“Oh baby,” she exhaled hard. “They should pay you to do that. That was some ride.”

Stepping over to fix her hair in the mirror Jonathan pulled the chain into the cage quickly, just as Glory spun around to face him. Scooping her robe up off the floor and pulling it around her shoulders she called out to her minions.

Within seconds Jonathan found himself being strung up again. Watching the floor get further and further away he found himself, once again, in the dark with strangers. But this time he had brought something back with him. The keys.

Immediately he heard Andrew and the other fellow stirring. “We watched what happened,” Andrew gushed excitedly. “Wow. I can’t believe she did that to you. That was really neat.”

Jonathan smiled in the darkness. “Yeah, it was pretty cool,” he enthused.

“I really liked the thing she did when she climbed on top of you,” Andrew continued.

“You mean the sex?” Jonathan offered.

“Yeah,” Andrew nodded. “That was cool.”

“Well ladies,” a disgruntled voice announced itself from the darkness. “That’s all well and good but did anyone else hear the part about her leaving us here to starve to death?” Warren had woken up.

“Yeah,” Andrew agreed quickly. “That kind of sucks.”

“A heck of a lot more than that vacuum cleaner of a mouth of hers,” Warren commented snidely. “But we’re pretty much stuck up here.”

Jonathan looked up with a sly grin on his face. “Maybe not.” He reached down and stuck his finger up his ass.

“What are you doing?” Andrew reeled back in disgust.

“I’ve got a little something here that you might like to see,” Jonathan added cryptically as he produced something small in his hand.

“That’s disgusting,” Warren spat out. “What are you? Some kind of freak?”

“No,” Jonathan replied as he turned the object over in his hand to show the others. “Some kind of locksmith, with a secret hiding spot.”

Jonathan tried desperately to reach the lock on his cage but he found that he couldn’t reach the underside of the cage where it was situated. In addition to this, he worried that if he undid the lock he wouldn’t have a good enough hold to prevent himself from dropping to the floor. If he was going to escape, he was going to need help. Between the three of them they devised a plan whereby they could free each other and then from where Warren’s cage was hanging they could jump down onto Glory’s oversized bed. The only thing was to wait until she went out to enact their plan.

A ruckus downstairs drew their notice. A few of the minions were dragging in someone new. A blond man dressed all in black was pulled in and chained up. They watched as Glory tortured him horrifically.

“Why isn’t that guy dead yet?” Andrew wondered aloud.

“Because he’s a vampire,” Warren explained. “His name is Spike and he’s a real badass vampire. Probably up to no good which is why she’s doing that to him. Maybe he killed someone she knows.”

“He’s really hot though,” Andrew said aloud.

“Whatever,” Jonathan managed with a twinge of jealousy in his voice as he watched how Glory fussed over Spike. “But as soon as she goes out, we make our move.”

Plans were made and they each agreed to help each other. These three strangers would now band together and act as a team to ensure their rescue.

After a few hours of blood curdling screams from the tormented vampire Glory threw up her arms in frustration and made her way out of the room.

“Now’s our chance,” Jonathan cried out.

Starting with a slow swinging motion he managed to get near to where Andrew was but he was just out of reach. Try as he might Andrew couldn’t reach him as he swung over. It was decided that Andrew should swing also and they would meet slightly in the middle. After several tries Andrew reached out and caught hold only to be met with yet another blood curdling scream. This time from Jonathan.

Andrew, in his haste, had grabbed not the cage but Jonathan’s still protruding penis that hung over the edge of the cage. His only purchase on his new friend’s cage, Andrew hung on for dear life while Jonathan howled pitifully at the pain. Andrew began to lose his grip and so caught hold using both hands which slipped slightly down the length. He felt Jonathan begin to grow firm in his grasp and he let go to take hold of one of the bars of the cage.

“You dickwad,” Jonathan spat out at him. “You could have done some serious damage.”

“Well, you didn’t have to get turned on by it,” Andrew retorted. “You were getting hard.”

“You were basically giving me a handjob,” Jonathan looked him in the eye menacingly. “What did you expect to happen?”

“Come on, let’s hurry this along,” Warren urged. “Time’s a wasting.”

Andrew gingerly took the key from Jonathan with a look of distaste on his face. Unlocking the base they watched it fall to the floor. The heavy shag carpeting muffled the sound but caught the attention of Spike who was still trussed up and bleeding profusely. Soon two more followed. Glory’s large king sized bed acted as a soft landing spot as first Jonathan and then the others dropped down to freedom.

Seeing him in full light, Andrew stood and stared as Jonathan rubbed at his sore penis, wincing at the pain.

“Quit staring,” Jonathan barked at the strange young man.

Warren stepped off the bed and onto the floor beside the two.

Looking him up and down for the first time standing, en sen sneered at Jonathan and stood a little bit taller to emphasize the height difference. “Not very tall are you?” he taunted.

“Not when I’m standing up, no,” Jonathan retorted. For the second time he found Andrew’s eyes glued to his naked groin.

“Would you quit staring at me,” he ordered.

“Sorry,” Andrew blushed. “I’ve just never seen one so big.”

“It only looks big because he’s so small,” Warren explained desperately.

“No,” Andrew muttered, deep in thought. “I think it’s just really big.”

“Well, gee you guys,” Jonathan sneered. “Why did you think she picked me out of all the guys in Sunnydale. What I lack in height, I make up for in other areas. I figure all the extra me that should have gone into making me tall went to other parts. It’s a tradeoff but I can live with it.”

“Gee, If you were average sized….down there……you’d be eight feet tall,” Andrew wondered aloud.

“Excuse me,” a British accent interrupted. “If you wankers are finished marvelling at the pintsized wonder’s bits I could use a little help over here.”

“Spike!” Warren announced dramatically. “We meet again.”

“Yeah, whatever,” the vampire responded bored to tears with the group of them. “So let me go already before that she-bitch comes back.”

Jonathan and Andrew dashed over to inspect the locks but to no avail.

“Sorry but they’re fastened tightly and we don’t have the key,” Jonathan apologized.

“The sodding key,” Spike moaned. “I’m sick to death of keys. Never want to see them again.”

“I think he’s delusional,” Andrew suggested.

“We should get out of here,” Warren pushed. “We can send back help.”

“Get the Slayer,” Spike implored. “She’s the only one who can help.”

Warren looked uncomfortable., ye, yeah,” he agreed. “We’ll get right on that. Now let’s go.”

Rushing out of the room they ran face to face into Glory.

“Well, well, well,” she sounded disappointed. “All my boys are up and leaving me. That’s not very nice.” Turning to Jonathan she began pushing him backwards with the flat of her hand. “I thought we were having some fun. You leave now, you don’t call, you don’t come by again. What’s in it for me?”

Jonathan looked nervously at the other two who were too afraid to do anything.

Pushing him back onto the bed Glory slid her robe off her shoulders revealing her breasts. Warren and Andrew shuddered at the sight of such perfection.

“No Glory,” Jonathan withdrew. “I don’t want this.”

“What’sa matter?” she cooed. “Don’t you want to play?”

She slid her robe all the way off, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of blonde hair. She rubbed a lazy finger along the juncture between her thighs and looked up beseechingly.

“No,” Jonathan said very seriously. “I don’t.”

Glory pouted and then slammed her fist into the pillow beside Jonathan’s face sending feathers flying.

“Well that’s just too damn bad,” she cried out. “I have needs and someone has to fulfill them. If it’s not you, who then?”

Warren was literally salivating at the sight of Glory’s nakedness. Taking a bold step forward he made his presence known.

“I’ll do it,” he offered. “I’m sure I could show you a better time than this little runt.”

Glory looked him up and down. Take off your shirt she ordered. Warren complied.

“Mmmm,” she purred. “I like a hairy chest. Lose the pants too, tall dark and geeky and come here.”

Glory kicked Jonathan out of her bed, quite literally and he landed on the floor with a plop.

Warren slipped out of his pants and underwear and climbed onto the bed next to Glory. He reached over and plumped one of her pert breasts and gave her nipple a twist. She bristled.

“Not so rough,” she barked.

“I thought you liked it rough,” he teased tong hng his tongue to her now sore nipple.

“I’m a giver but not a taker,” she explained. “Next time be more careful.”

“Whatever you want baby,” he murmured. “Whatever you want.”

Positioning himself on top of her Warren poked at her entrance with his hard erection, rubbing it against her to help get her wet.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” Glory pointed out.

“I’m not much for the appetizer when there’s such a tasty main course,” Warren taunted saucily as he pushed his way inside her.

Glory gasped. From the other side of the room Spike tried to shut out the horrible sights and sounds before him. A midget tripod. An odd young man who seemed a bit spun in the head and couldn’t stop staring at the other man’s penis. And the other man who looked like he was still wearing a sweater even after he took his clothes off. Ick. And the sounds that emanated from the bed were enough to turn anyone’s stomach.

As he laboured over her, Warren made a little huffing sound, like he was the wolf and she was the three little pigs. Glory laid back seeming bored under the hairy man’s best efforts. Then suddenly Spike heard her let out a strangled cry. Not wanting to see what happened next he shut his eyes tight and blocked out all sight and sound.

Andrew stood fascinated, watching Warren with this girl. Forget Spike, Warren was even cooler. Look at how her face was contorting in pleasure. He couldn’t believe that he was actually there, watching this.

“I’m coming,” Glory screamed out as Warren quickened his efforts.

“Me too baby,” he mumbled. “Me too.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m coming,” Glory rushed out until she burst into her final words in a much deeper voice. “I’m here.”

Warren felt a change in Glory’s body but he just kept pumping away, eyes screwed shut. All of a sudden Glory became so hot and so tight. Almost like she was a virgin. Warren couldn’t contain himself anymore and he came in a quick rush.

Opening his eyes he met those of Ben who looked back bewildered. Pulling himself out, Warren’s cum drenched penis brushed against Ben’s. Deeply put off Warren fell back onto the bed as far away from Ben as he could.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “Where did you come from?”

“Don’t you remember?” Ben asked.

“No,” Warren spat out at him. “I wanna know how I went from banging some hot chick to fucking some guy up the ass.”

“If you don’t know, then I can’t tell you,” Ben explained. “But I do recommend that you get out of here as fast as you can, before she comes back.”

Warren grabbed up his clothes and put them on in a dash as he and the other two made their way out the door.

“Can you do anything for Spike?” Jonathan wanted to know.

“I’m sorry but only Glory can release him,” Ben told the trio. “I wish I could help but I can’t. Hurry now, I can tell she’s coming back soon.”

The three new friends left with more secrets about each other than they cared to tell. A vow ofrecyrecy and a game of Dungeons and Dragons served to further cement the new alliance. Several hours later they were still together, seated in the basement of Warren’s mother’s house avoiding talking about all the things that had befallen them.

“I think there was something we were supposed to do,” Jonathan finally brought up. “But I can’t remember what it was.” The whole afternoon was a bit murky for him.

“Yeah,” Andrew agreed. “It seemed pretty important at the time bur thr the life of me I cannot remember it now.”

Back at Glory’s apartment, the blonde goddess took out her wrath at losing her playthings on her new toy, Spike. Beginning at a spot just above his heart, she began to peel away at the pale white flesh.

“The Slayer won’t come for you,” she taunted. “She’d sooner see you dead. So all this business with these silly little keys today. How about you tell me about my real key? Huh sunshine?”