Captured

Title: Captured
Author: Ayla copyright 2002
Summary: The geekly trio capture Buffy.
Spoilers/Timeline: Sometime mid Season 6 I guess
Rating: NC-17 - Dark! Rape, Non/Con, Violence,
Language
Pairing: Buffy/Warren
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I do not profit from this story. All rights are retained by the original creators of the show.
Distribution: BuffySmut.Com. Others please email me to
let me know where it is going.
Author's Notes: I guess this has the possibility of
becoming a 3 parter. I don't know if I will ever
finish it though. This could be disturbing to some
people. Only beta'd by machine. I'm not quite sure
where this came from.

"//" are thoughts.

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Buffy came to with a start and groan. She reflexively tried to sit up, but she was jerked back by something
holding her arms and legs out. Her eyes felt heavy and gritty as they squinted against the sunlight
streaming in through a window.

//Sunlight? Can’t be vampires then//

Confusion filled her still groggy mind as she began to recall what happened. She had been walking home after her shift at the DoubleMeat when she heard a cry come from the cemetery. A blonde girl was lying on the ground next to a tomb. She ran to her, but as she lifted the girl up, the long hair came off in her hand.

//Wig?//

Buffy had looked down in surprise and felt a sharp prick in her arm. Someone strong grabbed her from behind, and she swirled away into unconsciousness.

Now here she was, tied spread-eagled on a strange bed, still in her work uniform.

//You *have* got to be kidding// Buffy thought. //Where the hell am I?//

It looked like she was in some suburban spare bedroom, done up in the latest Soulless Housewife Line from Kmart. Dull blue wallpaper and wooden paneling, worn but serviceable blankets on the bed…

Buffy was interrupted from her musing by the click of the door. The captive Slayer gaped in astonishment as Warren walked in. “Buffy! Glad to see you finally woke up. Andrew gave you a triple dose. Actually, I wasn’t sure you *would* wake up.” He nonchalantly perched at the foot of the bed and watched the emotions play over her face. “He’s going to be really relieved that you didn’t die from an OD. You don’t want to know what I was going to do him if you had.”

//Andrew! The ‘blonde’!// Buffy realized, thunderstruck. //OK, oh my god, think, Buffy, think! This is bad, REALLY bad//

“Retarded much?” she managed to ask coolly. “I’ll tell you what, Warren, how about you take off the chains before I break out of these and use them to give you a home-castration?” Warren chuckled patronizingly at her bravado.

“Buffy, Buffy... you think *I* would be stupid enough to use regular chains to keep YOU prisoner?”

“Oh, sorry, Super Geek, but I’m not allergic to Kryptonite,” Buffy retorted, but inside the first flicker of panic was lit as she attempted to subtly strain against her bonds to no avail. There was a flicker of movement, and Jonathon and Andrew joined
Warren in the room, staring at her with wide eyes.

“That’s not Kryptonite, its Adamantium,” Andrew said boastfully.

“You figured out how to make Adamantium?! No way!” Jonathan said skeptically.

“I did too, Wonder Weenie!” Andrew punched Jonathan in irritation.

“OW! Knock it off, Mama’s Boy!”

“Don’t call me that, Webster!”

“Will you two SHUT UP!” Warren thundered. He glowered at his two bickering partners in crime. “I’m trying to savour the moment here, if you don’t mind.” Sheepishly Andrew and Jonathan disengaged from each other. “I – “

“We,’ Jonathan muttered.

Warren shot Jonathan a dark glance. “We,” he emphasized, “have Buffy the freaking Vampire Slayer here. You two will get your turns, Right now I would appreciate it if you two losers would GET THE HELL OUT.”

“Hey,” Andrew whined, “This is *my* house – “

“OUT!”

The door slammed, and Warren locked it after them. He turned back to his captive on the bed. He stood over her staring at her full breasts and the strained vee of her legs. Buffy tried to stay calm. “What are you going to do, Warren, rape me? Is that how you have to get your kicks?”

“I’m sick of you haunting me, bitch,” he said roughly. “I could have it all, the money, the women, the evil-doer fame… but YOU always turn up and fuck it up!” Warren leaned down and stared at Buffy’s white face. “And now you’re all I think about, bitch, I
dream about you. Every time I jack off I picture myself shooting on your perfect little Miss California Girl face.”

“You’re sick,” Buffy spat out. “My friends will find me if I don’t get out of these chains first. Either way I’m going to make sure you are put away for a long time.”

Warren smiled slow and lazy and casually began caressing one of Buffy’s breasts through her red and white striped DoubleMeat shirt. She winced and futilely tried to wiggle away. “When I was planning this, I thought maybe we’d maybe tie you up, strip you
down, put you in compromising poses, take some pictures, and bingo, have some good old fashioned blackmail. But now that I actually have you I don’t really know how to get out of it gracefully. Your little Mickey Mouse club has some magically scare-licious members. Now that I’ve actually got you, I think I might as well make the most of it before I get turned into a toad, don’t you?” He
cry twy tweaked her nipple through her uniform top and gave a nasty laugh at her gasp of pain. She suddenly heard the sound a zipper and she was filled with disbelief.

“What? Oh, no!” She shook her head in denial but she could see his cock jutting out of his khaki pants, and Warren – WARREN - was stroking it with his hand. Her stomach lurched in panic, but inexplicably, and to her undying horror, Buffy also felt a sudden zing of desire shoot through her pussy.

“You get off on it, don’t you, Bitch?” Warren panted and his face strained as he stared down at her. He was working his hand faster over his cock. Buffy stared at it hypnotized; the purple red colour and thick blue veins was all she could see. His thick unwashed musk filled her nostrils, and her nipples stiffened in response.

//Oh god, this is SO starting turning me on, NO! NO!//

“You like being all tied up, don’t you, cunt?” He grunted and thrust his hips toward her face. Buffy wailed as Warren shot a hand out and slapped her breast sharply. “DON’T you, cunt?” He took aim and then smartly whacked the helpless girl’s pussy which was defenseless between her widely spread and tied legs. The stretched fabric of her black polyester knit work pants over purple g-string pressed firmly into her crotch and rubbed her clit as she strained against the restraints. “You are MINE now, bitch,MINE, Uuhhhh!“ Buffy moaned in digust as white goo flew at her face, and Warren milked his cock over her, shooting several hot spurts onto her right cheek and her neck. A drop landed by her mouth and she jerked in horror. He stood over her eyes closed and panting for breath after his release, cock still hanging out of his fly.

“I should make you clean me off with your mouth,” he finally said, and opened his eyes. Buffy stared at him, hollow eyed in shock. All of the apocalyptic fights, the near-miss sacrificial rituals, demons and vampires, had not prepared her for this type of violence. The animalistic sex she had with Riley was rough, but she gave as well took there. This was a helpless feeling of being a piece of meat to her captor a total disregard for her well being… and god help her, she liked it.

//oh god, but not this way and NOT with HIM//

“But I think that is a little too cliché, don’t you, Buffy?” He gave a peculiar sarcastic emphasis to her name, spitting it out like a bad taste in his mouth. Warren flicked the waist button of his pants and they fell down his legs, followed by his underwear. He
pulled his shirt off and stood naked by the bed. Leaning over, he slid the nightstand table draw open and pulled out a large hunting knife. Buffy’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“I think I need to make my new toy a little more ‘User Friendly”, he said. The knife flashed, and Buffy shrieked involuntarily as Warren ruthless cut her pants off. He slashed her white thighs with the tip of the knife several times, and hard enough for them
to bead up with blood. Her uniform top joined the shreds of her pants, and red lines appeared on her chest and arms.

Warren grabbed her g-string and sliced it off too. He held the purple scrap to his nose and sniffed deeply. “Mmmm, fresh, wet pussy,” he said and smiled unpleasantly. The bed creaked alarmingly as Warren knelt on the bed between her legs, still brandishing
the knife. Buffy reflexively strained to slam her thighs closed against the invading bulk of Warren. She jerked against her chains hard enough to cut her wrists and send a bolt of pain through her shoulder. “NOOOO!” She shouted, and Warren brought a fist down
into her abdomen hard enough to drive the air out of her.

“Shut up,” he said conversationally as she retched in response to the blow. He positioned himself between her legs and she felt him touch her, felt the probing fingers slip and slide excitingly up and down her slit. She gritted her teeth. “Well, well,” Warren
leered at her. “Bitchy the Vampire Layer likes it rough.” He suddenly jammed something into her pussy and began to piston in it and out of her now spasming and clutching hole.

//the knife handle oh he’s fucking me with the knife handle//

Her hips bucked involuntarily against intrusion. Warren sneered at her. Buffy suddenly found him lying on top of her, and she was gagging on the handle as he shoved it into her mouth. She tasted metal and dirt, and the tang of her own juices, then the knife was
gone. Warren’s weight was smothering her, but she still felt the head of his cock press into her. She was so wet that he slid in to the hilt with no resistance. He groaned in pleasure before he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into her with a roar. “I’m gonna ram my cock up you so hard it’s gonna come out of your mouth,” he growled in her ear.

Buffy groaned and writhed beneath him. She felt a traitorous burning flush rise in her skin as he viscously rode her. His fingers dug into her hard enough to bruise as he sought to bury himself into her as deeply as he could. His pubic hair ground into her clit and his balls slapped her ass with every stroke, and to her deep shame Buffy suddenly felt the first wave of pleasure building in her groin and tingle up her body.

//No, no, no, please, NO!!// Her mind screamed this litany over and over again. “Ahhhhh!” Buffy cried her orgasm out mournfully and shuddered in her bondage, deliciously impaled on Warren’s thrusting cock. He cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and surged into her a few last times before he came again, splashing her insides with his essence. He collapsed on Buffy, trying to catch his breath. His sweat rubbed into the knife scratches and burned like fire. “Not bad, bitch,” he finally said as he crawled off the bed.
Buffy stared at Warren as he dressed and finger combed his hair. He paused before leaving and looked at her dispassionately.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get some more of Warren’s Big Boy later. If I were you I’d try to catch my breath. It’s going to be a busy night.” The lock clicked home and Buffy wept.

End, TBC?! I dunno.

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