Fondest Wish

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Fondest Wish

Spike and Anya stood side by side watching Buffy leave following Xander’s footsteps. The confrontation was ugly and even though their sexual intimacy was meant to give each other solace, their ex’s turned it into something disgusting and repugnant.

The self-righteous pair had the audacity to make them feel guilty for cheating on them when they were the ones who broke off their relationships with them.

Spike and Anya were both stone cold sober and reeling from Xander’s hateful words as they echoed in both their minds simultaneously.

"You let that evil, soul-less thing touch you….I look at you (Anya) ... and I feel sick. 'Cause you had sex with that," his finger pointing at Spike as if he was the most despicable creature that ever existed.

"Bloody Xander, mucking up everything," Spike groused pausing before continuing.

"You know, I wish…"

"Don’t," Anya abruptly interrupted him.

Spike bristled knowing that even now after he all but called her filth for having sex with him, she stilled loved the git. It made him furious at the whole bleedin' situation.

"Don’t what? Don’t want to have them feel what it is like to be treated like a thing? To make you think they care. Only to turn around and scarper away because their mates turned up their sanctimonious noses in disapproval?"

Spike began pacing, his arms waving about furiously as he spoke more to himself than to her.

"I want them to feel what its like to be looked down upon. I want them treated like some disgusting thing that got stuck on their shoe and can’t be scrapped off. I want to be there to see them grovel and humbled. Where their fondest wish is to be treated with respect and dignity only to receive none."

Stopping dead in his tracks, he turned to face Anya his face contorted with anguish and despair. Looking at Anya, he realized that she held the same look as she fondled the pendant she wore around her neck.

I swear Anya, I sometimes wish that we lived in a world where demons ruled and Slayers are slaves who have no rights. Where their only purpose in living is to please their vampire masters. And poofters like your precious Xander spend their days being nothing more than sex slaves to demons…."

"Done!" The single word broke into his verbal tirade as Anya changed in appearance to her demonic visage. Spike had no time to react as a flash of light blinded him and the world turn white before fading to black.

~*~*~*~*~*

Three months had passed since Spike, Buffy, Xander and Anya were transported to a different dimension. They lived in a world where demons ruled and humans were slaves, viewed only as cattle.

In this world, Spike was ruler and all demons bowed to him. He wore a ring of power that held an Amarran stone making him invincible. Anya was his chancellor and took care of all details in this dimension. Spike woke up in a world where all knew and feared him. It was perfect save for one thing. It was also his prison with Anya as his warden and there were conditions to this seemingly perfect world.

When they first arrived, Buffy and Xander were fitted with shackles until they learn the rules governing their existence in this dimension. It only took a couple of days for them to acclimate to their new circumstance and today was a day unlike all others since that time. Spike was done with the mundane things that needed tending and was relaxing in his private chambers feeling horny. Only he was dealing with a private matter that for the moment had him pleasantly perplexed.

"Well luv, how many times are we going to do this particular song and dance?" Spike’s stern voice belied his flirtatious manner. He made a conscious effort to hide the amused grin spreading across his face. Damn if he didn’t become rock hard at her show of obstinate rebellion. His penis bounced against his chiseled stomach in eager anticipation of plunging into her heated depths.

Buffy’s eyes took in Spike’s sizable erection and she licked her lips desiring to take his cock into her mouth and suck it slowly. Her eyes glazed over with lust as she watched it twitch and she squeezed her knees together as the ache between her legs grew unbearably strong. Then she heard his chuckle and saw him buck his hips up enticingly and it snapped her out of her lusty haze. Quick as a flash, her mask feel into place and the look of agitated indifference graced her delicate features once again.

Spike had summoned Buffy to his private chambers using the claim. He knew that she would not come to him as a traditional slave Slayer is required to do in this dimension. No not Buffy, his lil’ spit fire arrived ready to do battle preferring to fight tooth and nail than to passively submit to him as expected of her. He was within his rights to punish or kill her for not showing up as a slave was supposed to do. She was to appear naked and crawling on her hands and knees with her eyes lowered in reverence to her Master. Instead, she showed up still wearing her meager slave paraphernalia and brandishing an axe. She stopped a few feet away in front of him much to his dismay. So there she stood, challenging his authority and hiding a dagger behind her back.

"Silly twit, I can see the dagger hidden behind your back through the mirror," Spike's face tilted to one side and his scarred eyebrow rose with gleeful indulgence.

"I challenge you for my freedom," she responded softly.

"A slave has no rights in this dimension Buffy, you know that!"

"Then you must execute me, but I’ll not go without a fight."

"Sorry, but I’m not in the mood to end your punishment yet pet. So I suggest you start with the humbling or else I’m gonna have Xander brought in and take my frustrated pleasures out on him. We both know how much he likes being buggered by me after using that nasty little mouth of his to get me slick enough to not ‘urt ‘im."

Buffy nervously nibbled on her lower lip, the evil look on Spike’s face made her close her eyes as she weighed her options. Xander was a broken man by the time Spike had finished with him after their first session together. Now whenever Spike called him in to substitute as a sex slave in her place he would spend the entire time pleasuring Spike shedding tears. Spike would not spare either one of them the awkward ordeal of witnessing his humiliation. In fact, Anya would always appear out of nowhere sensing when Xander was miserable and join them. She would force Buffy to watch helplessly and if she refused to stay silent, then Xander would pay for her disobedience.

Swallowing hard, Buffy averted her eyes in respect. She released her grip on the weapons and watched them fall to the stone floor with a loud clank. Quietly, she undressed, mindful of not rushing in her task so her Master could enjoy watching. Dropping to her knees, she crawled to Spike, rubbed her cheek against his leg and said, "What may this unworthy slave do to please you Master?"

Spike looked down at her bowed head and his heart broke. All she or Xander had to do was to apologize for their cruel behavior towards him and Anya. That would break his wish and send them back to that moment and time when they stood in front of the magic store. They didn't know this but he did. It was all explained to him when they first arrived.

He was as much a prisoner to his own wish as they were. He could not break his own wish even if he wanted to. The terms mandated that he had to be cruel with Buffy and Xander other wise the wish would lose the "apology clause" and permanently trap them in this dimension. The clause dictated that Buffy and Xander apologize without coaxing or persuasion to break the wish and judging from the looks of things, it seemed that they were in for a very long wait.

Mentally shrugging, Spike thought, "Well no sense in not enjoying myself." Even though it hurt to see Buffy punished by her own stubborn pride, seeing Xander receive his comeuppance eased his troubled conscience immensely.

"Give us a kiss luv and tell me to whom you belong," Spike cooed.

"I belong to you Spike," was her dispassionate reply as she climbed on his lap and straddled him peppering his face with light kisses.

Claiming Buffy was one of the first things Spike did when they found themselves in this dimension. In a world ruled by demons, it was a rare commodity to have a living slayer amongst them. Slayers had virtually been wiped out and if Spike didn't claim her then Buffy would have been put up for auction to be sold to the highest bidder. "Anya sure knew how to dish out the pain when it came to vengeance," he idly thought.

"I love you master," Buffy blandly spoke surprising Spike and breaking him away from his thoughts. It hurt to hear those words spoken without meaning. He knew that Buffy was only saying it to please him and keep him away from Xander.

"No you don’t, but thanks for saying it."

A tiny hand grabbed his penis and she guided it to her entrance. Sinking down slowly, Buffy took him one delicious inch at a time until his cock was buried to the hilt inside her tingling quim. Seated, she began to ripple her inner walls around his engorged member. She loved the panting sounds he made as it gave her power over him. It was moments like these she gained control over her life of servitude as Spike’s favored pet slave. She thrust her breasts out towards his face jiggling them outlandishly grinning as he groaned like a wounded kitten.

Spike was ready to explode as soon as she impaled herself on him. He knew that she was only distracting him away from Xander. He couldn’t care less as long as she willingly submitted and gave her flesh to him. He saw through her ruse and knew that she was trying to dominate him in her own little way. Take what little control she could and twist it to her own advantage. She thrust her perky breasts against his face where her pink nipples were just beggin’ to be suckled. He was ready to explode into a passionate frenzy of licking and sucking until he looked up and saw her grin triumphantly.

"Stubborn bint," he growled. "Still treating me like an evil soul-less thing aren’t ya?"

"You forget whose master here Buff, must I bring Xander into our games and butt fuck him while he eats you?"

Buffy’s eyes widened with horror dreading her careless actions. It was humiliating to have Xander cry while forced to degrade himself eating her. The first time it happened she cried for days on end unable to look him in the eyes. It was the equivalent of being molested by a brother in her mind. The self-loathing they felt was demoralizing and worse than any physical punishment Spike could ever subject them too.

"No….no Spike, I’m sorry, it won’t be necessary to bring Xander in. Pl...please accept my apologies Master."

Aware that they were being watched at all times by Anya and D’Hoffryn’s agents, Spike had no choice but to act brutally or risk losing their only clause out of this dimension.

Spike grabbed Buffy by the waist and lifted her up to the tip of his cock. Buffy squirmed trying to lower herself back down. She needed to feel him inside her to ease the burning ache inside her pussy. She struggled uselessly in mid air and began to whimper in spite of her pride. Lower lip trembling she began to cry helplessly as he held her firmly above him seemingly unmoved by her tears.

"Master….please, I need you," Buffy choked looking stricken. Her body ceased its struggles and she hung limply, her only movements were from the sobs wracking through her body.

"Nah-uh, Slayer," Spike tisked. His face cold and unflinching. "I think I indulge my pet bitch too much and have spoiled her. You could have had a nice time of it if you behaved, but you had to play games with me Slayer."

His face contorted with rage and his human visage slipped away revealing his true face. He dug his fingers painfully into her flesh as he roughly pulled her down on his bulging cock. Buffy screamed in pain at the violent invasion. Her fear while being held up had made her passage dry and she began to struggle against his ruthless assault.

"Stop….it hurts!" She yelled as she began to pound her fists against his chest.

Wearing the ring of power, Spike didn't even flinch when she began to hit him with her balled fists.

She yelped piteously every time he lifted her and forced her back down with strong force.

Inside he was dying, cursing the day he made his wish. He had to look convincing otherwise they’d never leave this place and Buffy’s spirit would break over time. Better to be cruel now than risk losing their only way out.

"Oh yeah Slayer, take it all in….squeeze me. Show me how much I disgust you," Spike snarled. He had never hated himself more as he did now. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Anya standing in the shadows watching to make sure that he did not falter in his punishment.

"Stupid git," he mentally swore. Hating the pleasure he felt as she rode him hard making his eyes practically cross from sheer delight.

Even during his time with Angelus, seeing the sick and twisted games he played with women he never felt the need to participate. Even turned, rape repulsed him. Nevertheless, at this moment, he felt like a cold-hearted bastard. The last thing he wanted was for Buffy to end up like Dru and by his hand. If only Buffy would lose her stubborn streak and apologize. He knew that if she did then Xander would too!

"Fuck!" Spike angrily yelled. To outsiders it looked like he was cursing Buffy but he was secretly berating himself for being in this predicament.

Sensing her vaginal walls contract he reached down and pinched her clit, making her scream and convulse as she came with such force that she collapsed against him.

Fisting his hand in her hair, Spike slapped Buffy across the face snapping her out of her pleasure-induced slumber.

"Clean me up bitch," Spike barked. He saw Anya step out of the shadows. A reminder that a slave must not come before her Master and only when he has granted his permission.

Looking up into cruel golden eyes, Buffy cowered at the anger she saw there.

Releasing his hold of her hair, Spike bitterly said. "You know the rules pet. A slave can never find pleasure before her Master and only do so when he gives permission."

Shoving her off his lap, Spike kicked her away. Buffy fell to the floor with a humiliated yelp. Rolling to a stop, she quickly assumed the posture of discipline and waited for his command on her hands and knees.

"Be a luv and bring that pretty lil' mouth of yours 'ere and start lapping me clean," Spike left those words hanging. With Anya in the room, he could only hope that she would blindly obey.

Without lifting her head, Buffy quickly crawl to him. She waited until he parted his legs and positioned herself between them and began her task of lapping him clean.

Spike closed his eyes from the pleasure/pain of the act. He was conflicted. Caught in the hell between feeling Buffy’s mouth pleasuring him and hating the fact that she only did it out of fear.

Anya's heels clicked on the stone floor closer to them and he looked up and caught her knowing stare. Her hands were tied; if she didn't strictly enforce the rules then D'Hoffryn would make an example of her to all vengeance demons. He knew what her look meant. It was expected that Xander be included in the punishment and she reminded him in her own silent way to keep him from mucking things up.

Furious that he had brought this down on all their heads, Spike kicked her away and yelled, "You’re worthless at this, time to bring in the expert."

Screaming at the top of his lungs, Spike called Xander. As if appearing out of thin air, Xander materialized within the span of a few seconds inside the cavernous room.

"On your knees dog, this worthless bitch needs to be shown how to do a blow job properly," Spike growled. His jaw began twitching with irritation.

"No!" Buffy cried feeling awful that Xander was now going to be the recipient of Spike’s wrath because of her stupidity.

"Spike, leave him alone. He hasn’t done anything wrong."

"Buff, it’s okay," Xander whispered. "I deserve whatever punishment I get. The way I treated Anya and Spike….well I’m only getting what I deserve. It may not mean much now….at this time but I’m sorry. Sorry for treating you and Anya bad. Sorry, for being too blind to see just how much she loved me…..or how much Spike loved you. Sorry, for driving Anya away to again become a vengeance demon. Sorry, that we are all here because of my prejudice against all demons. But more, I’m sorry that it is too late to undo what I have done."

"No, you can tell me now Xander," Anya knelt down in front of him cradling his face between her hands.

Spike looked on as the couple disappeared into the shadows of the room their voices soft whispers echoing off the stone walls.

Feeling a hand on his arm, Spike turned around and came face to face with Buffy.

"I know that it may be too little too late for us too but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry too Spike."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she held his gaze so he could see her sincerity. Spike wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he accepted her apology. Their tears intermingled together as they held each other without talking. Their actions expressed more than words ever could.

D’Hoffryn appeared in a grandiose cloud of smoke looking highly displeased. He raised one clawed hand and regally proclaimed, "The wish is over. The offenders have learned the error of their ways. No longer shall you dwell in this dimension and now I shall return all to the time and place where the wish was made."

Looking at Spike, he frowned disapprovingly and stated, "The vampire’s heart was never into treating humans cruel. That is why we put in a clause stipulating that if he didn’t behave brutally then the wish would become permanent. Do not blame the vampire entirely for his treatment of you. When you return, you will not retain any memories of your time here. The only thing that will change is your behavior and a faint recollection of how you felt during your incarceration. Now go and don't summon us again. I can assure you that if you become our guests once more, things will not be so pleasant next time."

With a dismissive wave of his hand lights flashed and all four found themselves in front of the magic store as if nothing had ever happened.

Looking puzzled the four remained silent until Xander took Anya's hand and said, "Let's go home An….we can talk in the morning." They walked away hand in hand never looking back at the other couple.

Pleading blue eyes locked with wounded green and Buffy offered her hand out to Spike. Looking at it, Spike did not hesitate and quickly took it. Walking in companionable silence Buffy tugged him towards her house. She didn't know what happened in the few seconds standing there, but she felt like they needed to talk things through. The way Buffy held his hand told Spike all that he needed to know. This was his crumb. His fondest wish that she would at least give him a chance and treat him like a man. Walking closer together, they thanked the stars above that vampires did not attack them on their way home. Looking up at a twinkling star, Spike smiled. Sometimes wishes really do come true.


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