I know this is a day early, but… it's after midnight somewhere, right?

I have seventeen chapters completed and I'm working on this nearly every day, and barring a case of writer's block, I shouldn't make you guys wait for updates. *fingers crossed*

Note: This is one of those 'don't eat while reading' chapters, so be warned…

Service Unit

Chapter Three – Demonstration

The demon pulled something small from his robe then leaned into the crate near the man's head. He straightened then reached into the space near the man's back and pulled out a long, black stick, similar to a riding crop. The demon used the stick to tap the man on the hip and shoulder and he rose gracefully to his feet, even without the use of his hands. Buffy watched with wide eyes as the demon tapped his right knee and right hip and the man stepped easily out of the crate and onto the rug directly in front of her. The demon floated the crate out of the way, but it was an action that Buffy failed to notice because she was too busy staring.

Yeah… he was definitely male. There was no mistaking that now, not with his 'boy parts' on full display right in front of her face. She leaned over and squeaked at the yellow demon. "Why is he wearing… uh… that… whatever it is… on his… um…"

The demon dug in one of the small crates it had removed from the shipping crate and pulled out a thick binder, setting it on the couch next to Buffy. "That is a wrap and ring. The wrap is mostly decorative, but the ring at the base is used to keep the unit erect, and at the same time, prevent release. Some renters prefer their units unbound, some do not. It would seem that this unit's previous renter preferred it bound as I retrieved it in this condition just a few hours ago for shipment to you. I was made to understand that you wanted immediate delivery and could not wait until the unit was healed and prepared to your specifications. I do assure you, however, that the previous renter cleaned the unit thoroughly, inside and out, as the contract stipulated."

Buffy nodded vacantly then eyed the bound member in question. It was wrapped in a weave of thin leather strips, but she could still see that it was an angry shade of purple as it jutted out proudly from the slim, lithe form of its owner. A shiny metal ring at the base was tight against the flesh and was connected to another web of leather strips that tightly encased the sac. "It looks like it hurts."

The demon shrugged. "It does, but this unit's pain tolerance is quite high. You'd be surprised at what it can endure. Most of its renters have been… well… less than gentle."

The demon startled her when he stepped up next to the man and tapped him twice on the right shoulder then once on the back of his neck just below the hood. The man turned around then gracefully sank to his knees and bent at the waist, settling his forehead on the floor. His backside was now raised in the air, again directly in front of Buffy, and she scooted back on the couch, pulling her legs up as the demon moved around him and took up position next to his rump. "This is a pleasure unit, one of our very best – I trained it myself – and I'm sure you will enjoy it for many years. One of its main features is its ability to heal to a pre-use state within a matter of hours, no matter the size of the instrument or appendage used on it." The demon reached out and pulled something out of the man's backside then held it for Buffy's examination. "This plug should be in place anytime the unit is not in service." The pride in his voice was unmistakable as he continued, "And if you keep it filled with our specially designed lubricant," he lifted a small lid on the end then tipped it slightly, letting a drop of clear fluid drip out into his palm, "then the unit will always be ready for use, no preparation required."

Buffy's eyes trailed from the plug in the demon's hand up to where he'd removed it from. The man's entrance was raw, torn, and swollen, and Buffy drew in a quick breath. The demon noticed where her eyes were trained and smiled. "Don't worry, it will be healed soon. It would seem that the previous renter got his money's worth."

He let the plug drop and Buffy's eyes widened even more as it swung from a silver chain that was attached to the web of leather strips around the man's balls. "As you can see, it is attached to the unit so it cannot be lost. If you prefer the unit unbound, however, we have included a thigh strap to attach it to." He reached between the man's legs and retrieved the plug, pulling sharply on the chain as he lined up the tip and swiftly inserted it, ignoring the flinch of the taut buttocks around the abused hole. "Of course, if you'd rather not use the plug, preparation is still not necessary due to the healing properties of this unit." He tapped the plug twice and the man jerked slightly then seemed to cringe, like he was expecting a blow. The demon ignored the movement and reached into the crate that he'd set next to his feet. He pulled out a small remote control and held it out to Buffy. She looked at it like it might grow teeth and bite her, then slowly reached out and took it from him. "The top button turns it on and off, and the bottom two buttons increase or decrease the intensity."

Buffy looked from the remote in her hand to the man then at the demon. "Turns what on and off?"

"This." The demon tapped the plug again, harder this time, and the man flinched. Buffy dropped the remote like it had just caught fire and the demon scooped it up, his several eyes sparkling with… something. "I will show you." He pressed the top button and a low buzzing noise started up from the plug. The man tensed and flexed his fingers as the demon repeatedly pushed one of the lower buttons on the remote, making the buzzing noise louder. The man was trembling when the demon pocketed the remote and tapped him on the back of the neck again. The man rose shakily to his feet then turned around to face Buffy when the demon tapped him on the shoulder twice. Now the bound erection was even more purple and was slowly leaking fluid from the tip. The demon tapped it sharply with the stick and the man jumped and sucked air through his teeth in a hiss. "You can see the effect the plug has on the unit. During testing of the plug, I was able to keep this unit in a heightened state of arousal for close to a month before it finally collapsed."

Buffy slowly nodded, her brain frittering off to 'this cannot possibly be happening in my living room so it MUST be a dream' land, as the demon continued. "This unit's stamina will serve you well, madam. It has been quite sought after since it was introduced, servicing clients of varied species and genders, so please do not think that it can only service males. It is quite experienced in servicing females as well." He tapped the man in several spots and the man knelt down then started thrusting his hips in a rhythm as old as time itself. The demon let him continue for a few minutes then tapped him again and the man sat on his feet then fell gracefully backwards, resting his shoulders on the floor so that his bound erection stood almost straight up from his body. The demon tapped it sharply and the man jumped. "It can hold this position for days, and if you keep it bound and the plug turned on high, you can use it as long as you like and as many times as you like with no ill effects to the unit." He motioned toward one of the small crates. "Its toy kit also includes several different rings, some of them with vibrating capabilities for… added stimulation."

The demon continued the demonstration, oblivious to the obvious detachment of his audience. With a few more taps, the man was again kneeling in front of Buffy with his backside raised, the plug still buzzing away. The demon explained how much use the unit could endure before it had to be rested then he displayed a series of different toys.

Buffy couldn't speak. She couldn't move. She couldn't even think. She was sitting on the couch in a complete state of horrified shock as two sentences kept circling her brain. Angel sent me a sex slave. Please let this be a dream.

The man, meanwhile, was trembling even harder because the demon had upped the intensity of the plug several more notches and his hands were clenched into fists where they were bound together at his low back when the demon pulled a large, thick dildo from the toy box and held it up. It was easily as big around as Buffy's upper arm and was about the length of her forearm. She watched in wide-eyed horror as the demon swiftly removed the plug, still buzzing as it swung from its chain, then slammed the dildo home. The man raised his head off the floor, his throat muscles straining like he was trying to scream as his back arched into a taut bow.

The demon launched a vicious strike from the stick to the man's bound balls, and even from behind him, Buffy could see his jaw drop as his mouth opened in an agonized scream, just with no actual sound. The demon raised the stick to strike again and Buffy was instantly on her feet. She whipped the stick out of the demon's grasp and shoved him violently across the room. "What the hell are you doing?" She dropped the stick, wiping her hand on her jeans as she stalked across the room to where the demon lay in a heap on the floor. "What the hell is all this? It's not a dream, is it? This is really happening!"

The demon nodded and she wrapped her fist in his robe and jerked him to his feet then just held him motionless. She looked back over her shoulder at the sex slave kneeling in her living room then closed her eyes. Several deep breaths later, that did nothing at all to quell the rage surging through her; she opened her eyes and dragged the demon to a nearby chair, hissing furiously into one of his many ears. "You are going to sit right here and explain all of this shit. Absolutely all of it. You are going to tell me why the hell Angel sent me a sex slave and you are absolutely not going to touch that man any more. You make one move I even kind of don't like and I'll find some interesting places for every single one of those disgusting toys. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

The demon nodded and shrank back into the chair, all his eyes wide and frightened. Buffy growled at him, "Don't even think about moving from that spot," then she stalked back across the room and stepped behind the man. He'd lowered his forehead back to the floor and was breathing deeply, taking great lungfuls of air as he tried to manage the severe pain he was in.

She reached out to stroke lightly along his forearm from elbow to cuff as she murmured, "It's okay… I'm gonna take this out now, so just keep breathing and it'll be over in a minute, okay?" There was no vocal response from the man, not even a nod of his head. All he did was tense slightly at her touch. He was still breathing deeply, although he seemed to be trying to get it under control. Buffy figured that was all the response she was going to get and reached down, gritting her teeth as she wrapped her hand around the base of the dildo and slowly slid it out of him.

She blanched at the blood covering the thing then tossed it into the toy crate with a disgusted grimace before she glared across the room at the cowering demon. "Is that," she waved at the crate, "a normal part of your demonstration? Do you rape him with that thing every time he goes to a new renter?"

The demon shook his head and stammered, "No, madam. Most renters already know what the unit's capabilities are. It actually has several regulars that lease its services. I only perform a demonstration for renters that are unfamiliar with this species."

Buffy shuddered and turned away from the demon, her stomach clenching in revulsion. She knelt next to the man's head and reached out to lightly stroke his shoulder and upper arm. "Hey… can you sit up?" He didn't move, except to tense slightly… again, although his breathing wasn't quite as labored. Buffy looked at the demon over her shoulder. "Why won't he move?"

The demon blinked all his eyes. "It's wearing a sensory deprivation hood, so it cannot hear, see, or smell, and the way you're touching it doesn't convey a proper command so it doesn't know what you want it to do."

"So how do I get him to sit up so I can take the stupid hood off?"

"Tap once on its hip then once on its ankle. That will bring it to a sit-kneel."

"Do I have to use the stick or can I just use my finger?"

"Your finger will suffice; just make sure to tap sharply."

Buffy nodded. "Right." She leaned forward and tapped her index finger on the man's hip then tapped his ankle. The result was immediate. He lifted his torso and sat back on his feet with his shoulders pulled back and his head bowed. His erection was still painfully purple, but had stopped leaking, and the plug was skittering around on the floor between his legs, still buzzing loudly. Buffy looked over her shoulder again. "Turn that damn thing off."

The demon hurriedly fished the remote out of his pocket and pushed the power button. The resulting silence was broken only by the man's ragged breathing. He was completely tense, his muscles tight and thrumming like he was being electrocuted.

Buffy was trying to decide what she should remove first… the cuffs, the hood, or all the crap encasing his nether region. "What should I take off first? I don't want to wig him out any more than he already is or cause him any more pain if I can help it. Maybe I could take off the hood and cuffs and then he could get the rest of it?"

She turned to look at the demon then frowned when he shook his head. "Units are not allowed to touch or manipulate their equipment. I tried to train that into this one, but it was extremely difficult in that regard, so I decided to restrain it instead of wasting precious service time on training that was accomplishing nothing."

Buffy screeched, "How long has he been cuffed like that?"

"It has been restrained like that for approximately seven weeks, but it has been restrained in other fashions for as long as it has been in service."

Buffy's hands clenched into fists as she tried to keep herself from snapping and flinging demon innards all over her living room. "And the hood? How long has he been wearing that?"

The demon stammered, "Uh… its final renter had contracted for a three week lease… so it's been that long for the hood and the ring and wrap, although that's a fairly short amount of time for this unit. It was once contracted for a two year lease and wore the hood for the duration, and the longest it's been bound was for a solid six months."

Buffy was finding it harder and harder to keep from ripping that nasty little demon to shreds. She took a deep breath then unclenched her fists and flexed her fingers. "Okay. First thing, I'll get the hood off and go from there." She stood up and leaned down, looking for a zipper on the back or something, but the hood was smooth all over. She reached under the man's chin and gently tipped his head back to get a closer look at the front. It sort of resembled a fencing mask because of the slightly curved shape that started at his hairline and stopped just under his nose. The bottom half of the mask was molded to the man's face, solid everywhere except for a slit the exact width of his mouth. Buffy's thumb gently tapped a bottom lip that was clearly defined under the tight fabric and the man immediately opened his mouth as wide as he could, the fabric moving with him like a second skin. Buffy spoke over her shoulder in alarm, "Why is he doing that? And where the hell is the zipper or whatever?"

"Your touch conveyed the command for oral service, and there is no zipper. The hood is installed magically and requires a spell to remove."

Buffy looked at the man kneeling in front of her with his mouth open, his tongue scratched and abraded. God! I didn't think it was actually possible to bruise your tongue! She realized that his lips would be swollen and most likely split if they hadn't been protected by the hood and her stomach clenched. "Oh God. How do I get him to close his mouth?"

"Tap it on the top of the head."

She reached out and tapped lightly on the man's head and his mouth snapped closed. Buffy took another deep breath and turned to the demon. "Can you get the hood off?"

The demon nodded. "Anyone can. The spell is in the instruction manual, page eighty-five." He pointed to the binder lying on the couch and Buffy moved over and picked it up.

She flipped open the binder then almost dropped it. The page she'd opened to showed a picture of the man bent over a table, restrained and hooded. The demon currently sitting in her living room was standing beside him, smiling widely as he pointed to the huge dildo that was protruding from the man's backside. There was blood streaming down the man's legs, and even though the picture was kind of small, she could see the man's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white from the strain. She quickly checked the page number then flipped a few pages past it, only lifting the rest of them far enough to see the page numbers until she'd found the right one.

The spell page had a picture of the hood, not on the man, but on a dummy head. It explained the properties and uses and listed the spells to install and remove it. Buffy looked over at the demon incredulously. "That's it? I just say these five words? What happens?"

"The hood will dissolve."

Buffy looked over the words again then stepped up in front of the man. "Free the senses. Remove now." Nothing seemed to happen for the longest time, then Buffy noticed that the hood seemed to be fading, the solid black turning into a dark gray then a lighter gray before it dissolved altogether. The man hadn't moved at all during the procedure, but Buffy's heart had started trying to pound its way out of her chest as the man's features were revealed. She reached out and gently cupped his face, sliding her thumbs lightly over his razor-sharp cheekbones as she whispered quietly, "Oh God… Spike."