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Rating- R
Summary- Buffy/Spike. Buffy is held captive in her own house, and is eventually taken on a rollercoaster ride into the dark underground life of the big city.
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Preach-Pervert chapter 2
Buffy was too shocked to do anything for seconds. She laid there staring up at this strange man on top of her. She looked in the eyes of the stranger, and recognized them as the ones from the bar; the eyes that had made her nervous and uneasy. And now, more than ever, those eyes made her feel uncomfortable. Why was he there? How did he get in? She struggled beneath him, but he had a firm grip on her. Her eyes looked down and she noticed her shirt had been lifted, and he was now trying to get it completely off of her. Buffy pushed herself down into the bed, so that he wouldn't be able to get it over her head. He grunted in frustration and reached to the top of the tank top tearing it down that middle. She looked back up at him and noticed the look of lust in his coal black eyes. Starting to panic, she tried push him off of her, but stopped when he put the barrel of a gun to her head.
He smirked knowing he had won. She instantly froze, breathing hard as she felt the cold metal against her temple. "Do not resist me Beautiful, or the next thing you'll feel is a bullet sliding through your brain forcing it out the other side of your head," he whispered coldly, "and that would be tragic." She shuddered and let her body go limp on the bed. He smiled evilly. She whimpered as his hands slid down her body to her thighs. He squeezed them; it would have been a caress if it wasn't so rough. His fingers slid up her thighs until they reached the very top of her silk boxers. Buffy tried to push her legs together, but he had positioned himself so that his knees got in the way. His hands explored on the outside of her boxers, when they reached between her thighs he pressed the silky material against her. He immediately felt the material getting wet beneath his fingers. "Well, well, well. What is this? Already wet and ready to go?" he smirked. "What were you doing earlier tonight? Maybe playing with yourself?" he said as he shoved to fingers deep inside her. He was getting very excited, and relished in the effect she had on his body. She was exactly what he had expected her to be, compact but mature, and very, very pleasing. He enjoyed the fact that he was the first to mark this territory, to claim her as his.
She laid there quietly throughout all of this. Her body seemed almost lifeless, as she went numb. Her eyes partially (AN: REVIEW) closed were glazed, and she unconsciously shivered when he ran his lips faintly down her body. He grinned at this, taking her hand in his and guiding it to his erection, moving her fingers like little puppets. Buffy shuddered and turned her face away. He dropped her hand and moved into her. She gasped from the shock of reality. The stranger was in her. She, against her better judgment, started pummeling him with her small fists, he grabbed the gun from her bedside table. He clicked the safety off ready to fire. She froze again and he whispered, "That's better Beautiful. Come here." He lifted her face to his in an almost sweet kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and moaned when he felt her body respond. She squeeze her eyes shut, praying for the night to end.
She was not so lucky. For what felt like years he laid there thrusting into her again and again. Even after he pulled out of her, he stayed with her throughout the night. He stood up half naked with his pants on. He turned around and pointed the gun at her. Buffy immediately burst out into tears, wishing she had gone to Willow's that night.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Shocked, Buffy replied, "B-B-Buffy."
"When are your parents coming home?"
"In two weeks, they're one a cruise," she sniffed wiping tears from her cheeks. With a nod of his head and a few more questions he finally allowed her to sleep. Buffy felt like she wouldn't be able to sleep, but the exhaustion from the night forced her to submit to an uneasy slumber.
The man sat against the wall, engulfed in the shadows. He couldn't believe his luck. Her parents were gone for two weeks and no one was expected to check on her. He could easily force her to call in sick to school. This might be the most satisfying time he had ever had with any of his girls. Even with her laying there completely unresponsive she was far better than most girls. He got up and left the room, after checking to see if she was sound asleep. He went outside to his car and got a black sports bag. He went around the house changing the locks on doors so that only he could open any of them. He wanted to spend the entire two weeks with her, he had to make sure there was no chance for error; no chance for her to escape.
When Buffy woke up the next morning she felt used and bruised. Her eyes fluttered open, and it only took on glance around the room to remember what had happened. She tried to sit up, but found herself tied down to the bed (AN: REVIEW) by her wrists and ankles. Slumping back down into the bed, she felt a single tear escape her eye, she was a hostage; kidnapped in her own house. She glanced over at the gun that was lying on a table next to her bed. It was so close to her and yet impossibly out of reach of her bound hands. Buffy glared at her captor as he turned to face her. In the bright morning sunshine she could see him more clearly. He was fairly young, perhaps in his early to mid-twenties. For some strange reason she felt glad of that. The thought of an old man taking advantage of her sent chills down her spine. Everything about him was dark, his eyes, hair, even clothes. He had faint stubble on his face, maybe two days worth of growth. Looking up at him from the bed, he seemed to be twice the size of Buffy. He had broad shoulders, and an all around muscular body. A strong body that she would never be able to escape from. If Buffy had seen him walking down the street she would say that he was handsome.
She looked even better in the light. He had felt her thoroughly the previous night, but nothing compared to this. With the sun shinning over her body, she looked more beautiful than he ever imagined. His lips twitched into a smile seeing her glare back at him. It amused him that she could find anger in herself to overcome the shame of being used. But the anger could fool no one. He could see the shame in her eyes; the flames of anger were just waiting to be put out by her tears. No doubt she was a strong will girl, and that would make it so much fun to break her. He would force her to feel shame every night again and again. The thought of this perversely pleased him. It was the reason he did this kind of thing, so he could watch her slowly break down and submit to him.
Buffy opened her mouth to speak, "Who are you?" she tried to sound demanding, but only managed a squeak. She tried again, "Who are you?" this time a bit more forceful.
He laughed softly and that sound made her entire body shiver. The laugh was not cheerful. "Wouldn't you like to know? Don't worry, Beautiful, you won't remember me when I leave." He turned his back to her looking out the window.
Her eyes went wide in panic. Why wouldn't she remember him? Look at what he was doing to her. Of course she would remember him! Unless he was planning to do something to her. Oh God, was he going to kill her? After humiliating and shaming her, he was just going to kill her! Her thoughts were wild. A shadow loomed over her, and she looked up to see her captor standing next to the bed. She forced herself to calm down, she did not want to show weakness to him.
"Why don't we have another go? Don't fight it, it isn't worth it. You can't win Buffy, and you might as well enjoy what you're getting." He slipped off his jeans and once again climbed on top of her. She whimpered and tried make a void within her mind. He undid her bonds and slid down her body. His lips and tongue left a cool wet trail down her stomach. She sighed as his hands roamed her body, squeezing and pinching as he explored her once again. She no longer cared what he did, she simply let herself drown into the infinite darkness of her mental void.
He was frustrated at her. No matter what he did he could not get any response from her body. She had successfully managed to tune him, and he did not like that. He positioned himself between her thigh roughly forcing himself into her. And still no response came from her. He started thrusting harder and faster, feeling as though he would tear her apart. Finally he caused her to gasp and gape at him. He smiled at his victory and leaned down and moved his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking. He wished she would just play along. This could be enjoyable for her if only she would let it. Here she was getting everything, and not even wanting it. Frustrated with ungratefulness he began pushing"(AN: REVIEW) harder and harder into her until her gasps and moans became whimpers of pain. Buffy's hand lashed out trying to grab something she could squeeze to distract her from the pain. The first thing she found was his shoulders. Her fingernails dug hard into the muscle. He moaned, the slight pain from her impressively tight grip turned him on. Under her fingers she could feel his muscles contracting with each thrust. He began to message her breasts and once again she tried to quickly pull away from him. All he had to do was reach for the gun and she quickly relaxed uncomfortably beneath him.
Through out the day this would happen. He would climb on top of her do what he wanted then got off with barely saying two words to her. Every now and then he got angry with her being unresponsive. If she kept like this he could see the end of it all coming real soon. The end would not be a pretty sight. He prayed he wouldn't have to do that. It wasn't something he enjoyed, but at the rate Buffy was going it seemed quite likely.
That night he put her hands and feet back in their restraints, and he went downstairs. He had gone the entire day without eating and was completely starving. He also couldn't let Buffy starve if she were to perform for him. He made two chicken sandwiches and grabbed a few beers and went back up to her room. On the way up he had a brilliant idea. Maybe she would b e more willing if starved her, making her beg for food. It was sure to work, eventually she would get so hungry, she'd do anything for food. He smile and entered back into her room.
Buffy eyed him as he came in holding plates of food. She noticed there were two sandwiches and hope desperately that one was for her. But she knew what he was going to do. There was no way she was just going to be able to eat with nothing in return. He opened a bottle of beer and brought it over to her. He held it to her lips and said, "Drink it, it's all you'll get." Buffy wasn't a fan of beer. She'd had it a few times at parties, but she didn't like the way it tasted, but right now she was dying of thirst. She took a few gulps and decided it wasn't so bad.
After finishing the bottle he came over to her with the sandwich, "You want this right?" he asked. Buffy nodded her head, "What are you willing to do for it?"
Her eyes narrowed, "Nothing for you," she said spitefully.
"Suit yourself," he chuckled picking up her sandwich and eating after devouring his own. He wasn't too worried. She'd have to give in eventually. She would never survive two weeks with only alcohol in her system.
"Who are you?" She asked once again after a few minutes of silence.
"Why do you care?" he replied.
"Because I want to know what name I should scream when you're giving me the greatest orgasm of my life," she said with so much sarcasm it made him shudder. He smiled at her act of bravery. "Well, are you going to tell me?"
"My name's Angel."
To be continued……
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