There is a section in this chapter that is graphic. Technicolor graphic. We get to see some of what Spike experienced in the slave dimension, and being that he's a sex slave being used by demons… well… make sure you're not eating when you read this chapter.

Service Unit

Chapter Seven – Removed

"I am finished, madam."

Buffy lifted her head and looked over at the demon. He was standing next to her bed holding a bloody something that looked like a small funnel attached to a short plastic tube in one hand, and a sickly green stone about the size of a nickel in another. She stood and crossed the room, reaching for the stone. The demon pulled his hand back slightly and Buffy's other hand darted out, grasping the front of his robe. "You will give that to me, along with all the others, or you'll be leaving here with fewer body parts than you arrived with… if you leave here at all."

The demon's throat had to be getting sore by now, what with all the gulping he'd done in the few short hours he'd been in her apartment, but he relinquished the stone then dug in a pocket of his robe and produced the others. Buffy let go of him and crossed the room again, depositing the stones in a small velvet box that she dug out of her dresser drawer. She slid the box into her pocket and turned to face the demon. "Is that absolutely everything that you installed in him?"

"Yes, madam. I have removed all foreign objects."

"Great. Get out." The demon started for the door and Buffy called after him. "I meant out of this room, not out of my apartment. I'm not sure if I'm a satisfied customer yet, so park your carcass in your chair and wait. And throw that feeding thing in with the 'toys.' It's going down the incinerator chute, too."

"Yes, madam."

Buffy sat down on the bed next to Spike and gently cleaned the blood off his stomach. She rolled him to his side and cleaned the blood off the back of his neck then tossed the washcloth into the hamper and rolled him onto his back again. She fluffed his pillow and pulled the covers over him then just sat clutching his hand as she stared at his face and thought things over.

Nearly an hour later, she'd formulated the bare bones of a plan. She was smiling as she picked up the phone and made two calls.

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"Hey, Angel, this is Buffy. Just wanted to let you know that Spike made it and thanks for getting him over here. We have a lot of 'catching up' to do, if you know what I mean, so don't call us, we'll call you. Bye!" There was a clatter, some rustling, and a giggle, and then she came back on the line. "Oh, and Spike says, 'Don't expect me back, you prancing wanker, 'cause I'm gonna be busy shaggin' my girl for the foreseeable future.' Bye again!"

There was a click in his ear and Angel pulled the handset away from his head then stared dumbly at it as he let it slip through his numb fingers. "What? How?" He bolted from his desk and stumbled into the elevator, punching the button for the sub-basement nearly hard enough to break it. When the elevator doors opened, he raced to the end of the dank hallway and stopped in front of a gray stone door. He nicked his thumb with a fang then pressed the bleeding digit to a sigil carved into the stone. The door swung open to reveal a room that looked like a high-end hotel suite.

Angel stepped over the threshold, the familiar tingle skating across his skin, and pushed the door closed. He pressed his thumb to the sigil on the back of the door, a different one than on the front, and it glowed with a pale green light. He braced a hand on the wall next to the door when the room started shaking, then waited the thirty or forty seconds it took for the small pocket dimension to close around it.

When the shaking had subsided, Angel felt the dimension snap into place along with the suspension magic. He'd been slightly hungry and had been thinking about calling Harmony for some blood just before Buffy's call, but now his body processes had been slowed enough that he wouldn't need to eat for quite some time.

He was in one of Wolfram and Hart's meeting rooms. They could be decked out in any configuration, from enormous conference room to cozy study or posh hotel room, and the dimension tied to this one had been chosen for its nearly time stopping properties. Time moved so slowly in this dimension that a meeting could last for three decades and only about twenty-four hours would have passed outside the door. The suspension spell had been put into place to save on food costs while the meetings were being held. It could get expensive to feed several demon delegations when their peace negotiations took nearly forty years, so a spell had been developed that would make sleeping, eating, drinking, and eliminating waste unnecessary for at least twenty of this dimension's years.

Everything else worked just fine, though, as Angel had found out when he'd had to kick a pair of succubi out of this room the first time he'd wanted to use it. They'd kidnapped a vampire who worked in the mail room and had been fucking him for nearly fifteen years. It wasn't that he'd been complaining about it or anything, in fact, he'd been more than a little pissed off that Angel was kicking them out, but since Angel was the CEO, his need for the room took precedence.

Whatever entity had been trying to tell him something was wrong hadn't been heard from since he'd agreed to send Spike off as payment of the bargain, and the small, quiet voice that had been whispering to him for months now, not to mention sending him those torture porn visions, had been the one to suggest that Angel ask for something other than money as his cut of Spike's earnings. And Angel had listened, assuming the idea to be his own because the voice had been subtle – taking its time and not pushing for too much too soon.

The images provided by the crystal the old man had given him had taken the place of the visions in his head, and as a consequence, Angel hadn't gotten very much actual work accomplished this past week because he'd spent most of it in this room, watching Spike being beaten, tortured, and raped. Other than three or four trips to his penthouse to eat and shower, Angel had spent so much time watching Spike that he had favorite scenes he liked to play over and over again.

He fumbled the crystal from his pocket as he moved to an overstuffed chair next to the bed and dropped down into it. He held the crystal in his palm and said the words to activate it, "Let me see Spike's last lease, starting halfway through the first day."

An image flickered to life above the stone in his hand, as clear and sharp as if he were watching it on the high definition big screen television in his penthouse. Spike was naked, as usual, his hands bound behind him, also as usual, and he was bent over a rough wooden table. The large, red, scaly demon standing behind Spike was pumping in and out of him with abandon while the bluish tinted demon standing in front of Spike was grasping his hooded head in two clawed hands as he vigorously used his mouth.

The red demon was also punching whatever part of Spike's back he could reach, changing up the punches every so often with a swipe of his claws. He finished first, sinking his claws into Spike's hips as he pulled back then plunged deep, roaring his completion at the ceiling. He pulled out of Spike and Angel smiled as he saw the short backwards facing barbs on the end of Red's penis catch on Spike's sphincter and tear it. Red backed up and watched the blood and his seed drip out of Spike's torn hole while he waited for Blue to finish.

Blood poured down Spike's chin when Blue's barbed penis slid out of his throat, then Red reached out and jerked Spike up by the cuffs around his wrists. Spike's arms lifted at a painful angle as he tried to get his feet under him, but Red pushed him to his knees before he'd managed it then shoved him toward a third demon who was reclining on the floor on some kind of cushion.

She was sort of greenish – oh look, a veritable rainbow of demons – and was holding a smaller demon to her chest, obviously an infant of their species. It was small when compared to the other demons, but Angel guessed it had to be about the size of a German Shepherd. She pulled the infant's mouth away from her breast, causing it to wail loudly, then turned it so it was facing Spike, propping it up on the cushion before getting up and moving into the kitchen.

Angel could see the bindings around Spike's cock and balls and the cock ring that was meant to keep him erect. Red pushed Spike a little closer to the infant and its mouth latched hard onto Spike's cock, alternately sucking and biting, and it reached out and started squeezing Spike's balls with its clawed hand like it was milking a cow. Red reached between Spike's legs and grabbed the plug that dangled there then stuffed it into Spike before pushing some buttons on a remote he held in his other hand.

Spike tensed and started trembling and the infant started sucking, biting, and squeezing harder. Spike wasn't giving it any nourishment, but apparently his cock served the infant as a pacifier and teething ring, and even without being able to see Spike's face, Angel could tell how much pain the infant was causing him.

Spike's body was trembling in agony as the infant continued, but he held the position he'd been put into until the infant fell asleep nearly an hour later. Red had apparently been waiting for that because he was next to Spike almost immediately, after having had a meal and a short nap, and he jerked him back to his feet and dragged him over to the table.

Spike was once again bent over the table and the plug removed, but Red didn't plunge his already hard cock into Spike right away. Instead, he dragged the barbed tip over Spike's buttocks, the backs of his thighs, and his bound balls as Blue stepped up in front of Spike. He lifted Spike's torso off the table then reached down and pulled Spike closer to it by his penis, smacking it down hard on the surface. Spike's mouth opened in a howl of pain as he was bent forward over it, sandwiching the painfully swollen organ between the table top and his stomach.

Red pressed down hard on Spike's lower back and kicked his legs out from under him so that he was resting his entire weight on his penis before slamming in to the hilt in one vicious thrust. He pulled all the way out and gave Spike's exposed balls several sharp slaps with the back of his hand then plunged in again, setting a punishing pace. Blue once again used Spike's mouth brutally, shoving his barbed cock as far down Spike's throat as it would go.

When they were done, they switched places and took Spike again then Blue stuffed the plug back into Spike and turned it on high before lifting him off the table and shoving him toward Red. Blue grunted something then shuffled over to a bed in the corner and flopped down. Red woke the sleeping female and told her to feed and store the toy for the night then he stumbled past her and flopped down next to Blue.

The female threw what Angel assumed to be a rude gesture in their direction then got up off the cushion and dragged Spike over to the opposite corner where a medium sized wooden crate sat. She dug in the crate and pulled out a plastic pouch of yellowish liquid then unfolded a small tube from the side and plugged it into the port in Spike's belly button. She squeezed the pouch until it was empty then unplugged it and tossed it into the corner. She shoved Spike toward a ring bolted to the wall then turned him around and clipped his cuffs to it before moving over to her cushion and settling down next to the sleeping infant.

Angel kept watching, telling the crystal to fast forward through some parts, like when Spike was standing there trembling while the demons slept, or when he was kneeling there trembling because the infant had been attached to his cock for hours. Watching Spike tremble wasn't all that exciting, but even with the fast forwarding, Angel had noticed that the demons followed a fairly predictable pattern.

After healing while they slept, Spike would be virgin tight again and they would start the day by brutally fucking him at both ends before giving him to the infant to use while they recovered enough to take him again. The cycle would repeat an average of eight times over the course of the day, until they dropped exhausted into bed. The female didn't seem to have much interest in Spike, aside from having him keep the infant occupied while she slept or did other things, but Red and Blue made use of him just as many times as they physically could. Angel had to appreciate their stamina.

Angel figured the day he was watching now had to be the last day of the lease. Red and Blue had already had Spike twice, with a three hour long break between uses that they'd spent sleeping. The infant was currently gnawing on Spike's cock while Red and Blue took another nap, but instead of making food or napping on her cushion, the female started cleaning up Spike's storage area. She tossed all the empty feeding bags into the crate then nailed the lid on and carried it over to the door. Then she went outside and dragged in large washtub that she put in the center of the room. She gathered up a hose and some cleaning implements and set them next to the tub then went back to her cushion and napped until Red and Blue woke up.

When Red and Blue finally did, they rallied to take Spike once more, this time on his back on the table. Blue was using Spike's cock as a handle as he drove into him, making sure to smash his protruding pelvic bone square into Spike's balls on every thrust. Red took Spike's mouth that time, bending his head back far enough over the edge of the table that Angel thought he'd break Spike's neck. Red was holding Spike's legs up by digging his claws into the soft flesh behind Spike's knees and using them to brace himself as he pistoned in and out of Spike's mouth. They both lasted a lot longer than Angel thought they would, pounding into Spike for nearly an hour before they climaxed.

They dragged themselves to the bed and collapsed onto it, leaving the female with the task of cleaning the toy before it was returned to its owner… and she wasn't happy about it. She left the sleeping infant on her cushion and walked over to the vampire still lying on the table with his legs in the air. He was a stinking mess. He hadn't been cleaned at all in three weeks and he was caked in dirt, fresh and dried blood, and fresh and dried demon seed.

She pulled his legs down and roughly jerked him to his feet then shoved him toward the tub. She lifted him into it then picked up the hose, attaching one end to the kitchen sink and shoving the other end nearly a foot up Spike's ass. She turned the hot tap on full blast, letting the scalding water fill him and drip out as she used a scrub brush to clean the rest of him, paying special attention to his cock and balls and making sure to scrub them extra hard. She even scrubbed the inside of Spike's mouth, pushing the brush as far down his throat as the handle would allow.

When he'd been thoroughly scrubbed, the hose was yanked out of his ass and used to rinse him off and then he was left kneeling on a stack of towels to drip dry as the rest of the water inside him dribbled out. The infant woke up while the female was cleaning up the tub and she moved the stack of towels and the vampire kneeling on it over to the cushion, giving the infant Spike's cock until the trainer arrived with the crate.

Angel rewound the part that showed the trainer walking around Spike and assessing his condition to see if the renters had violated their contract. Spike was standing where the washtub had been and Angel thought he looked like thirty miles of bad road. He'd seen Spike beat up before, hell, he'd done quite a bit of the beating up when Spike had been a fledge, and there was no way that the Spike who had been packed into that crate was in any kind of shape to be insulting him and 'catching up' with Buffy only a few hours later.

After watching Spike's training and service, Angel knew that the younger vampire was nothing but a broken, desiccated shell of what he'd once been. His training had been brutal, even by Angelus' standards. He'd been whipped and beaten into a nearly unrecognizable lump, he'd been repeatedly raped by his trainer and numerous other demons, he'd been starved, had his fangs pulled, sprayed with holy water, had a cross strapped to his penis for three days, and he'd had his hearing, his voice, and his ability to scent taken from him.

His fangs being pulled for the fourth time had happened on the same day his voice had been taken, and the two combined had apparently been the thing that had finally broken him completely. He'd stopped fighting back after that and had started obeying the commands he was given. There was nothing of the old Spike left in the body that walked around wearing his face. Nothing at all. So something was fishy. Either Buffy was lying, or what the crystal was showing him wasn't right, and Angel meant to find out which one it was.

He was about to replay the trainer's inspection again to see if there was anything he'd misjudged about Spike's condition when something occurred to him. If the crystal could show him Spike's slavery, couldn't it show him what Spike was doing now?

He held up the crystal and said, "Let me see Spike with Buffy." Nothing happened.

He said, "Let me see what Spike is doing now." Nothing.

He tried, "Let me see Spike in Rome." Nope.

He squeezed his hand around the crystal, nearly crushing it in his frustration, then forced himself to loosen his grip. He held up the crystal and spoke one last time, using the very first words he'd ever spoken to the crystal. "Let me see Spike."

He very nearly chucked the crystal across the room when nothing happened, but managed to restrain himself. Apparently the crystal would only show him events that had taken place in the slave dimension, but just to be sure it wasn't broken, he held it up again and muttered, "Let me see Spike's first renter, halfway through the lease."

An image flickered to life that showed a naked Spike hanging from his bound wrists as a snake-like demon circled him. The demon's whip-thin tail snapped out, lashing across Spike's back and leaving a line of blood as Spike arched in pain, his mouth open in a silent howl. The demon's forked tongue flicked along the line, lapping up the blood while tears dripped from Spike's eyes and his chest heaved with silent sobs. Then the tail snapped out again, this time across Spike's lower belly.

Angel closed his hand over the crystal, stopping the playback. That had gone on for five straight days, and by the time Spike's trainer had shown up to collect him, Spike had been covered from head to toe in overlapping lash marks and he'd been nearly bled dry.

Angel leaned back in the chair. So, the crystal wouldn't show him anything that had happened since Spike had left the slave dimension. That presented a problem. He'd meant for Spike to be so broken and useless when he was delivered to Buffy that she'd either stake him to put him out of his misery or send him back to LA for Angel to deal with. Either way, Spike would be out of Buffy's life for good, although Angel had hoped she'd pick the second option. He looked over at the corner of the room, frowning at the chains, manacles, and table piled with torture instruments he'd brought down for that reason, and wondered how in the hell Spike was healthy enough to be 'catching up' with Buffy.

He really needed to find out what was going on, but first he needed a little… relief. His cock was hard enough to pound nails and only his confusion over Buffy's phone call had prevented him from letting himself go while he'd watched Spike's last lease, but now… if he didn't do something, he'd never be able to concentrate long enough to figure anything out.

He pocketed the crystal and let himself out of the meeting room then hurried back to his office. He reached for the still dangling handset then hung it up and punched a button on the phone. "Harmony, cancel the rest of my appointments for today… and tomorrow. You know what? Clear my schedule for the next week. I've got some things to do and then I'll be going to Rome."

"But, Boss… you're supposed to meet with that delegation about their clan war, and there's those treaties to sign, and Wesley needs to talk to you about that research, and Gunn needs you to sign a deposition, and…"

"Just do it, Harmony." He punched the button again to stop her whining then headed back to the meeting room, bouncing the crystal on his palm.

Once he was settled on the bed just as naked as the day he was born, he laid the crystal on the mattress beside him then took his cock in hand and said, "Let me see Spike's seventh punishment." The image appeared and he started stroking as he groaned, "I always did like hot pokers."

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Nearly three meeting room days later, Angel was still in bed, still naked, and still tossing off to Spike's greatest hits. Something had been niggling at the back of his mind throughout it all, though, and he finally realized what it was as he watched a bulky demon impale Spike on his massive cock. Angel could clearly hear the grunts and groans of the demon as he lifted Spike then slammed him back down over and over, but even though Spike's head was thrown back and his mouth was open in a howl of agony, he wasn't making any noise.

Angel shot to a sitting position as he slapped his hand down on the crystal, ending the playback. He threw on his clothes and bolted for the door, muttering to himself, "He has no voice! I watched his trainer take it from him! So how in the hell did he SAY anything? He didn't! Buffy is lying!"