Chapter Five – The Incident

They found the three men they were looking for in the fourth place they checked. Spike hung back, ducking behind a nearby building while Vi guarded him and watched their backs. The other five vampires rushed into the abandoned warehouse and dragged the three men out several minutes later, bound, gagged, and unconscious.

Buffy dropped her burden to the ground with a thump. "What do you think, stash them somewhere and come back for them or take them to the mansion now?"

Faith hiked one of the men up over her shoulder. "We're all the way across town, but it would probably still be easier to take them back now then head out again. We'd only be able to get three more bodies if we have to haul these three back, and I want to get at least five or six tonight, if we can manage it. I've had Andrew and Xander cleaning out the rooms on the third floor, and they've gotten enough done that we can have at least six boys, plus Xan and Andrew, ready to service clients."

"So Xan and Andrew are moving to the third floor?"

Faith shook her head. "No, they'll still share the servant's quarters off the kitchen, but they have their own client rooms upstairs and won't have to use my playroom to get fucked in anymore."

Buffy looked over at Spike then smirked at Faith. "I need to borrow your playroom soon."

"Anytime you want, B, as long as I'm not using it." She chuckled, "Or hell, even if I am. I don't mind watching, and once I have Boy, we can double date."

Buffy hiked up the man at her feet and grunted, "Let's get our playthings back to their room. We still have a long night ahead of us."

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Once Spike's rapists were securely chained in the playroom in the basement, Buffy led Spike through the foyer to the base of the stairs and patted his backside. "I'll be back in a while. Go on up to the third floor and help the boys with the final touches." She eyed his clothing. "Change out of that first. There's some at-home clothes in the closet."

Spike dipped his head. "Yes, Mistress. Good hunting." On their way back with the three rapists, he'd pointed out a few abandoned buildings that usually housed a small gang of teenagers who had formed themselves into a sort of family, but being that there were about half a dozen of them, they had it harder than most trying to keep themselves fed. Most of them had taken to selling themselves for food, so he thought they'd be the most amenable to continuing that practice for food and shelter. He felt slightly guilty about essentially bringing them into lives of what amounted to sex slavery but assuaged his guilt by reminding himself that at least here they'd be cared for and kept healthy, and their clients wouldn't be allowed to permanently damage them or kill them. They had no such guarantees from the men who paid to fuck them in filthy alleys or their cars.

Buffy smiled at him as he turned for the stairs and started up, then she grasped his arm and pulled him back to her. "Before I go…" She leaned up and sank her fangs into his neck above the collar, taking a quick pull of his blood. Spike's cock was instantly hard and he was dazed when she stepped back and said, "Mine. Now go help the boys."

Spike croaked, "Yes, Mistress," and started up the stairs again.

He found a small stack of t-shirts and sweatpants in Buffy's closet and pulled one of each article on then carefully folded and hung his 'outside' clothes. He left the collar on, though. Buffy had said he wasn't allowed to remove it and he liked the way it pressed on his claiming bite anyway. His cock was still hard, and likely would be for a while longer, so his sweats were tented as he left Buffy's room and started for the stairs to the third floor. The fresh bite on his neck was throbbing and the sweats were rubbing against him in a tantalizing fashion, so he wasn't as aware of his surroundings as he should have been. He rounded the corner to the stairs and was slammed into the wall.

Miss Harmony held him against the wall with a forearm across his throat and he cried out when her hand snaked down the front of his pants and squeezed him… hard. He grasped her arm, trying to push her off him as he gasped through the pressure on his throat, "No, Miss, I'm not yours. Don't."

She punched him with the fist that had been wrapped around his cock, rocking his head back against the wall and making him see stars, then she released his throat and jerked his sweats down around his ankles. "I do what… and who… I want. Now kneel."

She forced him to his knees and twisted her hand into the hair on the back of his head, pulling his face into her crotch as she lifted her foot and braced it on the wall behind him. He had no other choice but to tongue her or she'd have suffocated him. She ground against his face, rubbing her clit on his nose as his tongue dove deep into her. When she'd climaxed, she lowered her foot and, with the hand still gripping his hair, threw him to the floor. He landed on his side, smacking his head against the floor, and she kicked him over onto his back then grasped his cock and sank down onto it.

He was sobbing, "No, Please, Miss, no," as she rode him, driving his cock deep into herself.

She slapped him, snapping his head to the side as she snarled, "Shut your fucking mouth," then continued to ride him to her satisfaction before planting her hands on his chest and standing up. She straightened her clothing then turned her back and started walking away. "Go do whatever you were doing."

Spike lay there with his pants around his ankles and his cock still maddingly hard as he sobbed. Buffy would likely kill him now, or chain him in the basement with the other food. Or maybe she'd put him on the third floor and start selling him with the other boys. He was tainted and dirty and she wouldn't want him anymore.

He was still there when Xander and Andrew came down the stairs, although he'd curled into a ball and his cock had finally deflated. His pants were still around his ankles, though. The boys rushed to him, dropping to their knees beside him, and Andrew reached out, shaking his shoulder until he turned his head to look at them. "What happened?"

Spike turned away and buried his head in his arms. "Miss Harmony had me."

They sat back, their eyes wide, and Xander gasped, "Oh shit. Miss Buffy is going to kill her."

Andrew agreed, "Yeah, probably," then stood up. He reached down for Spike's arm and started trying to tug him to his feet. "Let's get you back to your room."

Spike shook his head and said miserably, "No, I can't go in there. She won't want me anymore. Just drag me down to the basement until she decides what to do with me. She'll probably kill me."

Andrew grabbed his arm again and looked at Xander. "Little help?"

Xander grabbed his other arm and they got Spike to his feet. Andrew bent down and tugged Spike's pants back up then they started leading him down the hallway. "Miss Buffy isn't going to be mad at you, Spike, and she's not going to kill you, but Miss Harm…. I'm thinking this will be the final straw. She'll either be banished…"

Xander muttered, "Or dusted. Miss Buffy's completely over her shit."

Spike wasn't convinced, but he allowed himself to be led into Buffy's room. He refused to get into her bed, though, instead curling up on the floor in the corner, which is where Buffy found him several hours later.

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Andrew opened the back door for the approaching group, and they filed through, each weighed down with an unconscious body draped over their shoulders. Buffy was the last through and Andrew followed her as they walked down the hallway to the foyer. When they reached the base of the stairs, he stepped close and said quietly, "Miss Buffy, before you go up, I need to let you know that there's been… an incident… with your pet."

Buffy stopped and eyed him then replied just as quietly, "What kind of incident?" Andrew glanced at the second floor, spotting Miss Harmony lounging in her doorway, and nodded toward the kitchen. "Could we talk somewhere private, Miss?"

Buffy had noticed his glance, but didn't look up there herself, knowing exactly what he was looking at. She nodded and handed the boy she was carrying off to Amy, then turned and followed Andrew into the kitchen. He headed for the servant's stairs, explaining as they climbed, "Xan and I found Spike in the third-floor stairwell. He'd been sexually assaulted. He's back in your room now and he's not physically hurt, except for a cut and a bruise on his cheek because she probably hit him, but…" Andrew stopped and turned around. "He thinks you won't want him anymore and that you're going to kill him."

Buffy's eyes were amber and her fangs poked out below her lip as she growled, "It was Harm, wasn't it?"

Andrew gulped quietly and nodded. "Yes, Miss, it was."

Buffy sighed, "All right, Andrew, you can go. I've got it from here. Thank you."

"Of course, Miss," Andrew dipped his head and started back down the stairs.

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Faith locked the manacle around the blonde's wrist then stepped back as Harmony snarled at her, "You can't do this! I'm family!"

Faith snarled back, "And that's the only reason you're not dust. Jesus, Harm! Why'd you have to fuck Buffy's pet? You don't get enough dick with all your clients? You had to go after the one dick you knew was off limits?" Faith sighed, "You've been pushing boundaries since I made you, but it ends now, Harm. You're almost sixty years old, for fuck's sake! Stop acting like a damn child!" She turned to go. "You'll be down here until B decides what to do with you. I suggest you use the time to come up with an apology and work on your groveling skills if you want to keep existing, because I'm pretty sure she's only one snotty comment away from burying a stake in your chest."

Faith slammed the door on Harmony's howling and ranting and headed through the basement toward the stairs. She was tired and hungry and horny and wanted to fuck something, eat, and sleep, in that order. She stopped in front of Riley and leaned down, giving him a sniff. He was reasonably clean, but a quick shower would probably help. She bent down and unlocked the manacle around his ankle then stood up. "Come on, Boy."

Riley popped to his feet and followed her, his cock already rising as they climbed the stairs.

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Buffy slid out of her jacket, tossing it at a chair, then walked over to where Spike lay curled up on the floor. She dropped to her knees beside him and reached out, lightly stroking her fingertips down his back. "Spike?" He curled tighter in on himself, and Buffy fully sat down, scooting up to his head. She carded her fingers through his hair as she spoke quietly, "I'm not angry with you, Pet, and you're not in any trouble. Harm has been confined in the basement and I'll take a few days to decide what to do with her. She shouldn't have touched you. She knows better than that, and I thought I'd made it perfectly clear, but I guess I didn't."

Spike shuddered and rolled over, wrapping his arms around her legs and burying his face in her lap. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop her."

Buffy stroked his hair. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. You didn't do anything wrong. When a vampire's pet is touched, it's not the pet who gets punished, but whoever did the touching."

Spike raised his tear-stained face and Buffy cupped his cheek, snarling at the dried blood around the cut on his cheekbone. That side of his face was severely bruised, and she growled, "How hard did she hit you?" Spike tried to lower his head, but Buffy didn't allow him to. "What did she do, Pet?"

Spike swallowed hard and dropped his eyes. "She punched me, Mistress."

"What else?"

He whispered, "She made me bring her off with my tongue and then she…" he swallowed again, "threw me down and rode me, Mistress. I was telling her no, but she slapped me, and I was still hard from your bite, and…" He lifted his eyes then dropped them again. "I didn't come, Mistress. I swear."

Buffy tapped gently on his unbruised cheekbone with her thumb. When he raised his eyes, she smiled. "I wouldn't have been upset if you had, Pet. You're not to blame for how your body reacts to stimulation."

"I thought you'd be angry and wouldn't want me anymore, so I fought it, Mistress."

"I still want you, Spike. That hasn't changed. You're still mine, and yes, I'm angry, but I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at her for hurting you and raping you, and believe me, she will be punished for that." She nodded at the bed, "Now let's get you off the floor before you get sick."

Spike stood, but still wouldn't get in the bed. He motioned toward his mouth and his bits, a shame-filled expression on his face. "Dirty, Mistress."

Buffy nodded. "Okay, so we'll have a shower first." She tugged his shirt over his head then waited while he stripped out of his pants. She took the clothing and tossed it in the trash, then took his hand and led him to the bathroom.

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Faith stretched and sighed contentedly. Damn, but did Boy know what he was doing. Why had she never fucked him before? He had sated and satisfied her, both sexually and as her dinner, and now all she needed was sleep. She wrapped herself languidly around him and closed her eyes. She'd claim him as her pet tomorrow, after Andrew's client left, and then he'd be lucky to ever leave her bed again.

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Buffy sat down at the table, nudging Xander out of her way as she picked up the cup of coffee Faith had made. "Morning, Faith. Sleep well?"

Faith moaned an affirmative as Xander licked and sucked at her. "Yeah. Had Boy last night. Gonna make him a pet tonight, I think, if Andrew's thing doesn't run long."

"How was he?"

Faith moaned again, "Good… oh fuck, Xan… harder!" Faith's head dropped back as her whole body tensed, her legs clamping Xander's head tight between them. She collapsed bonelessly back into her chair and rolled her head to look at Buffy. "Boy knows what he's doing. Got him chained in my playroom right now. Might play a little before Andrew's client shows up."

Buffy nodded then tapped Xander on the ass. "My turn. Get busy." She scooted down in her chair a little and spread her legs, closing her eyes as Xander went to work.

Faith picked up her coffee and took a sip. "How's Spike?"

Buffy pulled Xander's face tighter against her and said through a moan, "He'll be okay. Once I explained that what happened wasn't his fault, he calmed down. Had to clean him from top to bottom and he brushed his teeth three times before he'd get in bed, though. And he freaked out a little when I tried to take the collar off, so we showered with it on. Probably ruined the leather."

"It's fine. That collar is meant to be worn 24/7, no matter what the person wearing it is doing. I got a few of them from a bondage website when I was stocking my playroom."

"That's good then, because I don't think he'll be comfortable with me taking it off for a while, even though he doesn't really need to wear it at home." Buffy's head fell back and she clamped her thighs on Xander's head with a loud moan then loosened and patted him gently on the head. "Good job, Xan."

Xander backed out from under the table and stood up. Buffy and Faith eyed the erection tenting his shorts and Faith nodded at his door. "Have Andrew take care of that if he has time. Just a blowjob, though. His ass is the client's. Or you can go see if one of the girls isn't busy."

Buffy smiled evilly. "Or… go down to the basement and fuck Harm. She's strapped to a fuck bench and she's wearing a ring gag. Was gonna have her hauled up to that little side room by the hallway and sell her as a quick fuck. $25 for the mouth, $50 for the pussy, $75 for the ass. Ten-minute time limit."

Xander blinked. "Um… okay, Miss. I'll go do that."

Xander left the kitchen and Faith looked over at Buffy with a raised eyebrow. "Guess you figured out what you wanted to do with her, huh?"

"Yeah, for now. She's pulled her shit one too many times and now gets to suffer the consequences. A couple months like that and I guess she'll be a good little vamp… for a while, anyway." Buffy smirked over at Faith. "Worked for you, didn't it?"

Faith grinned. "Yeah, but Sire had me strapped to that thing for almost six months."

Buffy shrugged. "She'll stay there as long as she needs to. We'll need to add another family member if it's gonna be more than a few months, though. We can pick up her slack for that long, I think. Got your eye on anyone promising?"

Faith nodded. "Yeah, there's a girl I've been keeping an eye on. She's as blunt and to the point as any human I've ever met. Great with money and she loves orgasms. I think she'd make a good addition."

"Once we get the new boys settled in and working, go get her and we'll add her."

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Xander cautiously stepped into the room, ignoring the three unconscious men chained to the wall on the left side. Harmony was strapped face down on a padded metal stand with her legs spread wide and her head clamped into a position that straightened her throat. Xander swallowed hard and stepped up behind her, sliding his shorts down far enough to pull himself out. She'd never let him fuck her, he'd only been allowed to use his mouth, but now…. He lined himself up and slid into her with a groan. He set a brutal pace, slamming into her until he was nearly there, then he slid out and lined himself up with her ass, pushing in hard. She howled through the gag and he thrust three or four times then stiffened and shouted at the ceiling. He collapsed forward onto her back and panted harshly into her ear. "You should have left Spike alone. I'll do this as often as Miss Buffy says I can." He lifted himself off her then slid out and turned to go.

One of the men chained to the wall had woken up and was staring wide eyed at all the tools and implements hanging on the walls and displayed in cabinets. It had taken hours to set all this up. Xander smirked over at him, "You should have left Spike alone, too," then he left the room, chuckling lightly at the man's confused expression.