Teachers Pet

Title: 'Teachers Pet.'

Rating: NC-17. Strong and dirty language, pain, BDSM, oral. You know, all the good stuff.

Summary: Long after Buffy and Angelus accepted their love for one another, Buffy plans a night for Angelus at the newly built SDHS, dressed as a catholic school girl. Giving the janitor in the closet access to watch as payment for allowing the two to be permitted in the building.

Disclaimer: We are not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for the sake of keeping sane after being bored and online with a friend. Hope you enjoy.

Author's Note: The WB can suck my non-existant balls for cancelling Angel. If you didn't know this, please, go to: http://www.petitiononline.com/mod_perl/signed.cgi?ai5d0162 and sign the petition for the WB to realize that a great show is being cancelled!

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Also: In bold are song lyrics. Italic thoughts and underline pressed matters or words. Mallory is the name of their daughter. Long story, but it's not hard. The day was taken back. It will be explained in another fic.

Warning: This might not be for everyone. Well, you were warned. xD

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Buffy had left a note for Angelus to find. It told him that Mallory was spending quality time with her grandfather, who was none other than Giles of course. Poor man was going to be gray come tomorrow morning. She had directed Angelus to Sunnydale High. Telling him that the side entrance would be left open. To lock it once he got there. There were also directions on how to get to the class she was in. It was a large class. One much like the one he had found Jenny in before, well, killing her in the staircase in the main entrance. Only, no computers. The size, the setting of the tables was all the same. One large brown desk in front of the other smallers ones and in front of the chalk board that had SEX 101 written on the black background in white chalking. The room was dimly lit by a single candle. This was meant to be like a normal school day. The shades to the windows were drawn down so nobody would see what they were doing. The janitor was paid off well for allowing Buffy her need to get inside and spend time in the school. Plus, he was granted permission to watch. Buffy was nowhere in sight. But ontop of the desk laid an old crop that nuns slapped against open palms to misbehaved children. There was also a cross laying flat against the hard surface of the desk, next to a bottle of holy water, a bible and a clicker that nuns used in church to make the girls rise and sit. One to rise and two to take the seat again.

He entered the school building.. They had rebuilt the place and it seemed the same and yet different. He had no idea what Buffy wanted. Well, actually he had a pretty good idea just not the specifics. He was wearing a white T-shirt, dark jacket, jeans and loafers. The only other clothing he had on was a pair of black silk boxer His pants were already showing a large bulge in them because he was turned on. Buffy and him alone for the night. That was more than promising. As he proceeded to the room, the became aware that someone was in the room with her but not close. He sniffed . He knew the smell - the night janitor . The man knew about him and Buffy and had proved helpful on a number of occasions . No problem there. He entered the classroom and looked around for Buffy.

There was another door in the back of the room and on the side. Where Angelus came into, it was the one near the front, letting him face the desks lined up. All save for one that stood out with cuffs on the floor legs and against the arms, the actual desk top. They were the old fashioned school desk chairs with the top build on, space for books under the actual seat. The seating of the chairs were rough, now doubt they'd cause a few people some splinters. They had been brought in special for tonight. The note would have told Angelus to take the seat behind the desk also. "Mr.Angelus. Sorry I'm late." It was said in a sultry voice and there in the other doorway appeared Buffy. White tight socks went to her knees, a pair of platform Mary Janes strapped to her feet, the skirt was pleaded, in the colors of white, blue and black. It was short, only going to just below her ass cheeks. Under the skirt awaited a surprise. The little slayer wore no patines. Oh, when she sat down would Angelus ever get a view. The shirt was a size too small for even Buffy. A corset type bra was made of lace and of black coloring. Clearly seen under the white dress shirt that was threatening to have the buttons pop and expose her firm tits. Her hair was made into pigtail, a pen and notebook dangled in each hand as she licked her glossy lips. "Hope you aren't mad at me, Sir." She purred.

He grinned. So this was the game for tonight. He realized the janitor was in the rear of the room, in the shadows near the closet. So they would have an audience, would they. He then took in the items on the desk; the old crop, the cross, the holy water (just what did she have in mind for tonight he wondered feeling a delicious little shiver run through him), the bible (more shivers) and the clicker. His penis got even harder. He looked back at his little "schoolgirl" and licked his lips anticipating. He got a stern look on his face. "I am very angry with you Ms. Summers. I warned you not to be late again. Now come down here and take a seat while I decide how you should be punished." He indicated the chair directly in front of his desk. She looked delightful, skirt so short it was scandelous and her lovely breasts looking as if they were going to bust out of that shirt. He could see the black brazieer underneath all but shoving her breasts toward him. Boy what she ever gonna get it.

All she had to do was look at him, and already she was panting as if she had ran a marathon. He got her so wild and worked up that she forgot where she was half the time. Not tonight. Oh, no no. She was going to remember where they were especially because the janitor in the closet was breathing even harder than Buffy. He was also touching himself slowly at the sight of Buffy's little skirt lifting in the back to give teasing glimpses of the bottom of the round bottoms. "I am sorry, Mr. Angelus. It will never happen again. Please, don't punish me." With the bat of golden lashes she sat down in the chair.The skirt hiked up enough to give the eyesight of blonde curls between her legs. Slowly the short legs parted, revealing the supple wet pink cunt that was underneath. No panties. Even the janitor could see from his angle. Her ass was bare and not covered by such a garment. Sweet Jesus, he was in heaven. Buffy threw one leg over the other, leaning her head back to rub the pen between her breasts. "I am deeply sorry, sir. It won't happen ever again. You have my word. I swear to God." She made the sign of the cross with her fingers. On her forehead. Over each breasts, not her shoulders and then clasped her hands together in a prayer like manner.

When she sat down and parted her legs, revealing her wet pink cunt, he almost lost it right there. He had to control himself to keep from charging over and sticking his tongue right up in there and then. But this was her game and he would play it her way. He winched a little as she made the sign of the cross. Oh she would get it for that. "Oh, but you have made me such promises before, Ms. Summers, and you have broken them. No, you must be severely punished." He got up and picked up a long pointer from the chaulk board, Its tip was rubber. He walked toward her sitting on the front of his desk which was quite close to hers. "I don't like the way you are sitting" he told her. "Unfold your legs and keep them apart - yes, like that. Now, why are you wearing an outfit like this?!" He used the long pointer to touch her one breasts, circling the nipple with the rubber tip. "And this." the other nipple got circles. Now the pointer went down and flipped her shirt back a little revealing even more of her. He reached in with the rubber tip and let it play with her clit. "And what is this here?" he asked. He played there for several minutes watching her reactions ve yve you finished your homework assignment?" he asked as he played with her. "All of it?"

She knew it stung when she made the sign of the cross. It made him burn inside as much as it would have on the outside of his skin had she placed the burning cross to his chest. Which was to come later. When he told her to part her legs, she did willingly. Slowly until both heels rested against the small chains that could lock either his ankles or her own, in place. "I am supposed to wear this. It's a mandatory uniform, sir." She moaned the entire answer, her nipples stirring to a hard under the rubber tip. She liked that feeling, body shifting down as the end tail trailed her body and reached her swollen nub. Making it brighter to his senses. "That's my clit." Oh, she was being a dirty little whore tonight and enjoying it greatly. "No. I didn't do my home work because I was too busy blowing my boyfriend. He loved it." Buffy let the grin creep across her face, hips rubbing against the rubber end, stimulating herself while he helped. "You can't punish me. This isn't punishment." A laugh echoed the room as it mixed with a frustrated sigh of pleasure from the janitor that was jerking harder and faster.

"Oh, its not punishment isn't it. Well, we will havetaketake care of that right now. And you didn't do your homework because you were too busy - busy blowing your boyfriend? Oh, but that a terrible sin Buffy Anne Summers. You will have to be punished for that too." He reached down and grabbed her by one arm and pulled her to his large desk. "Come up to my desk so the whole class can see your punishment." Of course the only one there was the janitor working himself up to a nice cum, to Angelus amusement, but he knew Buffy would now imagine a whole classroom of students, both males and females, watching this. He stationed her in front of the desk. "Now lay down across it. Yes, like that." He helped position her so that the top part of her body was across the desk with her hips right on the edge - her legs were stretched out in back. He reached down and lifted her skirt exposing her lush little ass. "Now let's see - oh yes - you were late. Five paddles for that." He picked up the crop and whacked her hard across her butt. "Count!" he ordered as he let the sting from that one die down before inflicting the next.

"Yes. He can be a tyrant when he wants to be. Just the way I love him. I love the way he can just let all his aggression out in my mouth and all over my pale face." She knew that the night before she did just that for Angelus. It was something Buffy would never admit to anyone but Angelus. Just how much she loved being on her knees to give him oral. The taste of the orgasm to the feeling of it hitting her face. So when he stopped his toying of her clit, she whimpered in arguement that didn't last long. She was soon bent over the desk, ass in the air and the classroom was all watching. She imagined the girls snickers, the boys gasps that they wanted a part of the helping in her punishment. When the first lashing came, she cried out in pain. Actual pain because it had hurt and she didn't calculate just how hard those riding crops walloped you when at full force by a vampire. "One!" She counted, then the next came. "Two!" She felt it hit hard as the last. In a different spot. She could feel it already affecting her wet pussy, juices dripping down. Not only was she counting but so was the janitor. "Harder. Hit her harder!" Now it was the janitor that was participating and Buffy winced as the third and forth hit extremely hard. Her once flawless ass was now a lucious pink. Hot as the color flushed to the round cheeks. Buffy had gripped the bible in her hold, biting down on it as she awaited the fifth one that seemed to throw her off guard with the ease it came down with. Just a light smack. "Thank you, Sir." Buffy said a le lle low to be thankful. She stood up, trying to forget the pain that refused to die. With a growl, she took his bare hand in her own and pressed the bible to his palm. The janitor knew very well of his nature and knew that the little blonde had done it to see the quick visage of the beast.

He watched her reactions to the pain. He knew it had hurt her more than she realized it would and he grinned. So this game was going to be a little rougher than she had in mind. Good, he knew his girl. She would soon be as excited by this pain as my any other. He could smell her sweet arousal. Three, he chose yet another spots watching the skin turn a bright pink under the blows. "Hit her harder" yelled the janitor. The man was really getting into this. He was now out of the closet staining for a better view. Angelus brought the fifth blow down lightly ta her her by surprise. She rose up, tears of pain in her eyes. Then she took him by surprise grabbing his hand and pressing it into the bible. He growled, all by roared, as the pain hit him. His vampire aspect took over, his eyes glowing yellow, forehead in ridges, fangs coming out sharply. His instinct was to pull his hand back but he refused to do so letting her hold it there till she released it. He glared at her, the beast in him snarling, the lover enjoying what she was doing.

Buffy blinked back her tears. Just as Angelus had refused to yank his hand back in pride, so did Buffy with actually crying. They played the same game. Refusing to be seen as the weaker counterpart. Whhe jhe janitor came out of the closet, he was holding his erection, whispering for Angelus to hurt the slayer or allow him to do the honors. Buffy only laughed when the vampire took hold of Angelus. The skin on her lovers hand was burning and as much as it turned her on to hurt him, it broke her heart also and she withdrew the book, clutching it to her chest. "Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy.." She didn\ay aay anymore, her lips kissed the top of the bible, setting it down to the table she now stood behind. The poor janitor was about to faint. Watchign these two was gorgeous. The way they moved. "Unholy thing!" Buffy hissed in taunt to Angelus, wagging a finger at him. "Was that your punishment? I've felt NUNS hit harder."

"Did you now?" he said "Harder did they - well maybe they just didn\now now the right places to hit." He picked her up and brought her back to her chair all but throwing her in it. Then, moving with his quick speed he had fastened her ankles spreading her legs completely apart and strapped her hands down palms up. He moved the skirt up around her waist in both front and back. Now her whole lower part was totally exposed. The janitor moaned. Angelus was not finished getting her ready. He removed her shirt, pretty much tore it off her but in large pieces. Then he reached and and pulled her breasts to the top of the bra, the little nipples freed and looking at him. He leaned down and suckled each one so it would be totally hard and very sensitive. Then with a grin he reached in his pocket and withdrew a surprise of his own. Two plastic clothes pins. Snip snip, one was on each nipple closing over them tighlty and painfully. Now he went down further and played with her clit again exciting it and bringing it peeking out at him. He then went backthe the table and picked up the crop approached her slowly, striking it in the palm of his hand. He brushed the crop lightly over her pussy. Then he walked behind her. Whack, down it came over her pink little cunt. Not too hard, then a little harder, then again harder, then again even harder and then fifth one hardest of all." He waited for the pain to subside a little. "Now what do you have to say about nuns and pain little slayer."

She tri tried to seriously pull herself from his hold, only he was too fast and she was rendered weaker than him by being caught off guard. It made her breath escape her when he slammed her into the chair, back hitting against the backing and legs, hands and entire body was restraint from moving. "Son of a..." It was cut off when the crop lifted the skirt up higher, her head tilted back enough to see the first strike come down. It hurt like nothing else. A pain all it's own. Then another and another. All she could do was let out a blood curtling scream that was filled with only pain. The janitor casted a glance to Angelus before he saw the nod and came closer, sitting down in one of the seats as he jerked himself closer to an orgasm he was holding back. "No!" Buffy had no idea what she was saying no to, but it felt better than telling him to stop. He wouldn't win. Now this was a battle of pride. Who would be the one to break first. Her hands were facing palm up, giving another place for Angelus to crack the crop. Her pinnt wnt was now a bright red, a few welts already forming and with another couple of hits, they'd end up bleeding profusely to add to the flowing clear juices dripping down her pussy to the seat of the chair, tears welled in her eyes but her stubborn emotions would not let them fall. Biting back her fear of being hurt more, she raised her head up higher. "No, that was lighter than even the nuns punishments still. Mr.Angelus." She spat up im, im, watching it as it hit his cheek. The janitor groaned, finding this all arousing.

His first reward for her insolence was to bend down and give her such a deep kiss. She had him totally aroused by her whole defiance to say nothing of the enjoyment he was getting from striking her pussy like this. He had wanted to for a long time but knew she was not yet ready - not until tonight. Then as he was kissing her and running his hands down her, one reaching down to her very sore pussy to rub on it hard and give her a combination of pain and pleasure, he suddenly brought his hand back up to grip the clothes pins pinching her nipples and twist on them hard. He watched her reaction to this sudden and unexpected new source of pain. "So, the nuns hits harder still, did they. And where did they hit - here?" he twisted her nipples again, hard. "More down here?" He reached down and pinched her clit. "More on your butt?" He raised the crop and cracked it across one palm and then the other. "Where - where should I strike next -slayer- you choose." He raised her head and looked into her eyes. He was giving her the choice - she could ask him to stop or tell him where to hit next.

Buffy kissed back at first, only to get a grip and bite down hard on Angelus' tongue. A bite that would not break the muscle in half, but one that would leave a sore stinging sensation for a while. Oh, but that was rewarded by the twisting of the clothing pins to her swelling nipples. She arched her back as most she could, mouth flying open to allow the silent scream to pass. Sometimes the silent screams were deafening. She was struggling against the chains that clasped her ankles to the legs of the chair and rendered her defenseless almost entirely. "Yes! Yes, they hit harder!!" She was screaming at him, hissing and biting her teeth that grinded together. The slap to her palms was so clear. The thick long mark was a bright reminder to why she should be behaving. Oh, but she was his mate and they were of the same mold. He would know she wasn't going to crack anytime soon. Glaring up at him, she licked her lips, allowing the words to form slowly on her tongue. "Anywhere. Why don't you unchain me and hit me on the backs of my ankles so I can't walk? Why not on my thighs so when I sit, I hurt? IF you can even hurt me." She laughed, spitting out blood. Buffy was chewing the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out. He would be able to smell her fear, but her determination all that better. "C'mon.. lover. Hurt me. You won't break me." It was a challange and the way the slayer was now rubbing against the chair, she was trying to get herself off.

He looked at her his eyes shining with lust and love. She was perfect and was now challenging him for more pain even though part of her was screeming for it to stop. But she was also getting turned on big time. He reached up and twisted the clothespins some more, really hard this time. Then he snapped them off and watched as even more pain came into her nipples from the sudden inrush of blood. It also made the nipples stand out super hard. He signaled the janitor. "Finger fuck her for me - hard!" he ordered him. "But don't get her off - not just yet - stop when she's about to come." The janitor leaped to obey, shoving three beefy fingers into her pussy - he was not gentle. His other hand began playing with her clit. Angelus lifted the crop and began bringing it down hard on her breasts - first around the nipples then direct hits. He watched the janitor intently and told him "Wait - stop - she'll come if you continue." When she came back down a little, he nodded, "Continue." to the janitor and then he continued beating her. They kept at it for quite a while. Buffy's breasts were bleeding and Angelus bent over and drank from them, sucking hard and licking roughly at the hard sore nipples with his tongue.

As one hand of the janitor went to do as Angelus' instructed, his other hand was wrapped around the base of his cock and jerking in a slow motion. Oh, he watched the way Angelus grinned and Buffy's lips quivered. Two sets of lips he imagined around his aching cock. He was ready to explode when Buffy cried out sharply. Her body flinching to leap out of the chair and to run off. Too bad she wasn't really scared. She knew well enough that she wouldn't die and inside, the slayer also knew she wouldn't be that lucky to even go unconscious. Angelus would keep her wide awake. The pain she felt was too immense to describe. It was a pain that would keep her on the verge of passing out, but the pleasure that the thick fingers of no doubt a man who worked with them, brought her was keeping her awake. Then, it all stopped. But didn't last long. The fingers pushed back into ther pulsing pussy that swallowed them whole. The janitors pad of his thumb rubbed over the hard nub, bringing her to a climax that shook her body all over. She was staring down at Angelus' face through half lidded eyes. She was aware of everything now. "Hurts.." She told Angelus, feeling her body pull against the restraints as she was going limp. Her lips were parted and dry. Once perfect hair was now coming undone from the pigtails to frame her red face. She had been crying for some time. Only her cries of pleasure had outweighed those of pain.

He came around to her front now motioning the janitor to step aside. The man obeyed. The janitor had climaxed too getting so totally turned on by what had been done to Buffy. Angelus first stop was to bend down and suck Buffy's pussy. He wanted to taste her sweet juices intermingled with some of her blood. He also knew his now gentle licking would be soothing and slightly turn her on again. When he had his full, he opened her shackles, wiped away her tears and kissed her, pulling her to him and holding her tight. "What a brave girl, I have." he said sincerely. "You were wonderful." The janitor gave a hardy "Boy - I'll say." It caused Angelus to smile. Of course his own cock was still rigid pointing at her through the restraints of his jeans. He knew they would soon take
care of that little problem. "Shows not over yet" he told the janitor. "Is it love?"

Nothing in the world had made Buffy smile as much as when Angelus praised her for being brave. It came from someone who's opinion she valued above all others. The only person in all the universe that held sway over her. Angelus was perfect. Now her tears were of honor. "All yours. Only YOUR brave girl." She purred, licking at Angelus' neck, over the thivk vein that clearly pumped away as the sexual tension filled his body. "No. Not yet, maste She She giggled feeling blood begin to recirculate though her body. The chains had been a little too tight in Angelus' fast locking of them. Slipping down the length of his body, her face rubbed over the erection under the tight jeans. "Sit on the chair." Buffy told him at once while the pants came down. He'd be able to step out of them before making his way to the large chair behind the desk. Now it was her turn to play. Her restraints for Angelus' body were his own. They were invisable ones that Angelus had to use to show how strong he was. It was as if he always had to prove himself to someone. Mostly Buffy, who was the one he could be weak in front of. She'd never doubt his worth for a second no matter anything. When Angelus was finally seated in the chair and his cock just twitched in beg of attention, did Buffy move. In her haste, she grabbed at the holy water and the cross. Slipping between his legs, the janitor stepped to the side and closer to watch. "Did I ever mention, how much I love giving you head?" Buffy was licking the erection slowly. From the base to the center and back down. Never going to the head.

God had he loved this woman. She had made him so proud. The janitor was acting like he had fallen in love with her too. He knew the man felt honored. Few mortals had been allowed to watch their love play let alone take an active part in it. Then Buffy was ordering him. He grinned having a ral ral concept of what was coming. He had been especially hard on her tonight and he expected no less in return. He bent over and whispered in her ear so only she could hear him "Do me good love. Don't let tender feelings enter in - you know I like it - the harder the better." Then she was feeling his erection, ordering him to sit and stripping off his pants. His cock came out to greet here proudly waving in her face. The janitor gave a little gasp as he saw it. Angelus grinned at him and winked and the poor guy blushed. She told him to sit in the chair, his cock extended toward her. As he saw what she had grabbed he stiffened a little. She really was about to give him a dose of his own back. Then she was licking his erection but avoiding his head. He closed his eyes enjoying the sensations.

The glint in her green eyes was sadistic. Up and down she licked roughly. Feeling the blood pump to the cock from the vein that beated with it's own heartbeat it seemed. Drawing away from it, she whispered just delicately so it was a warm breeze over his penis. "There is a kind of pleasure which comes from sacrilege or the profanation of the objects offered us for worship." It was a quote from the Marquis de Sade. Someone Angelus had known in his time as the Scourge of Europe. As soon as she said the quote, the janitor gave a warning gasp for Angelus to hear. The top of the silver cross was pushed deep into Angelus' anus. Turning right and left as the flesh singed and the smoke rose to cloud Buffy's senses. "Payback is a bitch. And you really pissed her off tonight, Angelus." It had hurt to touch anything. To even bend down. Her own body was hurt and she intended to fully give back tend folds what was done to her. Only to him could she be this twisted, literally. "Don't you dare get up or push it out. Let it burn. I want to see the tears in your eyes." She laughed bitterly, cupping his chin in her burning hand.

He had been enjoying the sensations of her tongue on him, getting hotter and hotter by the minute, his cock pulsing. He wondered when the pain would start. He knew it was coming.Then she gave a little quote that he knew only too well. He should - he was the one who gave it to the Marquis although that man had gotten the credit for it. That and the janitors gasp was his only warning. Wham, she shoved the cross up his ass. His body arched with the pain. "Good god!" he cried in genuine agony. She twisted it inside him. He was on fire, inside and out. Every instinct in him screemed at him to expell the damn thing. But her voice commanded otherwise. He had held her with restaints - she held him with words. He could not show any weakness. Of course the pain brought the vampire out again - it had receeded for awhile. He snarled and turned and twisting in his pain but he obeyed - the cross stayed where it was.

The vampire in him was raging, wanting to tear her apart. His love held him back. She slapped at him, arrogantly, pressed against his fangs, then she had pushed the cross even further. He let out a groan of pain. She finally withdrew it. He watched fascinated as she licked his blood off it. He needed to exercise self control then because he damned near came on the spot. Then she was forcing a rosary in his mouth. Just as a scream was about to erupt out of him, she shoved his jaws shut cutting it off. Now he was on fire again, inside his mouth. His tongue seemed to be trying to retreat now his throat in its efforts to get away from the burning fire in his mouth. Now she was wriggling on top of him, pushing ler lush little ass right over his cock. He rammed up into her in response. She ordered the janitor to undo the bottle holding the holy water. Angelus gave a little gasp, torn between his pain and the pleasure she was giving him. No other lover had been able to do this with him. It was delightful agony.

Oh, she could feel his anger boil him. The smell of burning flesh once more took her senses by storm. He was in so much pain. Good. Physical pain from the religious tools was intoxicating. He was being abused by the slayer and he loved it. Angelus was her whore tonight. Not the other way around. "Such a dirty slut. I'll have to cleanse the sins out of you." Pushing her ass down around Angelus' cock, she squeesed the muscles to make it that much tighter. Oh, how pleasant the pain was. Deliriously so. The janitor handed over a bottle of holy water to the slayer. In a finger dipped, out it came to trace along Angelus lower lip, prying it open the pull the rosary out. "I want to hear you scream." She cooed leaning back and pulling up. Down she came around his cock, just as her finger dipped again in the holy water and she drew the initial B across his chest. Then an U, F, F and finally a Y. She loved the way the skin singed, the way it burned in full view. Like a rose in full bloom, only to wither up and bleed. "I bet you want to tear me limb from limb right now. Especially since this is all being filmed." It wasn't a lie. Not at all.

The pain was incredible. And the fact that she was causing it delightlul. He could have pushed her off at any time but he refused to give in - besides he wanted it. She began to insult him and he glared at her. Then her ass closed around his cock further and he moaned. It was audible even though the burning in his mouth. Her finger touched his lip, searing the sensitive flesh there with further pain. The rosary came out as the holy water dipped finger continued inflicting it punishment. Then she was carving her name on his chest - carving it in burning flesh as the holy water, a special agony for vampires, was traced accross his chest. He arched back again, his cock pushing inside her, and a loud hiss followed by an agonized moan escaped his lips. "Ahhhhhhh" he yelled as
she continued to brand him. The janitor was leaning over for a close a look as he could get, watching the letter burn into his chest. "Filming?" Buffy was putting this on film.

Up and down she rocked. Wildly she was rocking him. Using him as her personaly pleasure slave. Slave? Ah, what a thought. To have him locked in a cage or chained to the wall of the basement. It sounded so erotic. She'd plaat nat next time she had the ability to do such. She was too busy talking to really scream out the moans she felt surfacing. It was like an eratic heartbeat. One thumb, two and four. Her muscles pulled at him, drawing his cock to a climax as her hand pressed flatly to the left breasts of Angelus. It was burning with holy water. Maring the perfect skin. "I am going to pierce you when we go home. First your nipples so I can hang you from them, and then your cock. Slowly. You wt dit die, but you'll want to from the pain!" Buffy felt the breath of the janitor on her nipples and Angelus ready to release. Right before an orgasm, his cock would swell to max capacity and yanking his head forward to Buffy by his hair, she lick over the injured lip. "Morph. Heal your tongue." With that said, she tilted her neck to the side in offering.

The pain and the pleasure. He was groaning with both of them now in equal measure. She was riding him as only snew new how. Her hands, covered with holy water, pressed flat against his chest, singing the entire area. He purposely let his nipped draw out to attention to them the full brunt of it in greatest measure. He hissed and snarled at the pain. The janitor was agog. Then she was talking about piercing him - hanging him from nipples and cock. He trusted into that much stronger at the erotic thought. He cock swelled - he could not hold back much longer. She knew it. She demanded him to drink. bit bit in deeply, tearing at her, drinking her powerful and healing blood. At the same moment he released in an incredible climax inside her feeling her go into orgasm with him. She was squeezing around his cock, her pussy rubbling against him and he was sucking at her blood. The orgasm for both of them was incredible. His growls could be heard throughout the room and probably most of the building.

When the fangs slipped into her wamr skin, she felt the blood surface and bubble out with a slight puncturing sound. She could orgasm off him lightly drinking from her alone. It was that sensual for a slayer. Her body was more alive than a normal mortals. She felt pain more than others did, but healed faster. The same as vampires. As he exploded inside her, she exploded over his body, cumming as she thrusted up and down, rocked back and forth as her clit ran over the flat of his stomach. It lasted longer than anything a normal couple, in relarelationship, could experience. The janitor was clearly jealous as he stumbled back and sighed in need. Buffy was limp in Angelus' arms. Lazily grinning like the chesire cat. "How was that for surprises?" Buffy asked Angelus, fingers feathering through his hair as eyes fluttered to a close.

He was already starting to heal. His body was satiated with pleasure and his emotions were stirred with deep joy and with love. "It was wonderful, Ionin - such a beautiful present." He sensed the Janitor shaking his head in wonderment. Angelus arms wrapped around Buffy. "I love you Ionin" he said kissing her neck and licking up the last little drop of blood. "No one has ever hurt me that much - or brought me that much pleasure with it. Thank you." He pulled back and looked at her. "And I loved beating your hot little pussy - I've wanted to for a long time. Hurt you like that - especially there. I"m glad you were finally ready." He kissed her then, deeply, loving her with every part of himself. Then he was back whispering in her ear. "And I like your idea of being hung by my nipples and cock - is that a promise? Do I get to hang you to?" He drew back and looked at her his eyes shining. They needed no more tonight, but it was nice to think of the future.

( Finished. )