Service Unit

Chapter Twenty Eight – Festivities

Liam smiled when he stepped into the hallway again, the manacles swaying jauntily as they dangled from his hand. "I always did like you on your knees, Willy. It's a good look for you."

Spike just stared at him, being careful to show no reaction to the spoken words. He wasn't sure if Liam thinking the stones were still in place was an asset or not, but there was no point in letting him know otherwise until it was necessary. And there was one positive to Liam mentioning the vocal stone… Spike now remembered that he could speak. Too late to make any difference, of course, but it might come in handy later.

Liam sauntered down the hall and stopped in front of the kneeling vampire then reached down and grasped his upper arm. A gentle tug was all it took to get Spike to rise to his feet. He clasped his hands in front of him as he did, not wanting Liam to get the idea to cuff them behind his back.

Liam looked down at his hands and smirked. He reached for Spike's right wrist and tugged and Spike unclasped his hands, letting the left one move back to his side as Liam raised his right arm. Liam let go when Spike's arm was at shoulder height and Spike held it there. Liam voiced a small chuckle then grasped Spike's arm at the elbow and took a few steps back, tugging Spike along with him. Spike followed the taller vampire out into the hall and stopped walking when Liam stopped tugging.

Liam chuckled again as he arranged Spike's fingers into the symbol for peace and then into the position for flipping the bird before he straightened them back out. "You are completely pose-able, aren't you? Guess your trainer wasn't lying about that. Good thing, too. Things would have gone very badly for him if he had… you know, if I hadn't already killed him."

Spike just stared straight ahead, waiting to see what Liam would make him do next, so it was a bit of a shock when Liam suddenly bent his arm, sending the back of Spike's own hand crashing into his forehead. Hard. His head rocked back and when he'd righted it, Liam was sporting a toothy grin. "Why'd you hit yourself, Willy?"

Liam straightened Spike's arm then bent his hand up at the wrist so that his palm was facing down the hallway. He threw Spike a smirk then sang, "Stop! In the name of loooove," in a horribly off-key warble. Spike nearly winced, but managed not to, not wanting to give away the fact that he could hear. Liam laughed at his own antics then grasped Spike's arm at the elbow again and snapped his arm down sharply.

There was the crack of flesh slapping flesh as Spike's palm made contact with his cock and balls… mostly his balls, though, because he usually dressed to the left, leaving them partially uncovered. The pain wasn't immediate; there was time for Spike to glance down at himself, to see Liam raising his arm back to shoulder height, and to feel the sting in his palm, and then there was an explosion of agony that started in his balls and radiated up through his belly.

The unhealed injury in his abdomen, that had been quieting down a bit, suddenly flared back up like a star going supernova when Spike fiercely contracted his stomach muscles, fighting the urge to curl his body around his screaming bits. He forced himself to remain upright, hissing air through his clenched teeth as Liam laughed again, "Why'd you hit your willy, Willy? You shouldn't do that. It hurts."

Liam turned, and, still grasping Spike's arm, started walking down the hallway. Spike followed him, grimacing in pain and hissing more air through his teeth every time he took a step. He probably looked like a crippled crab scuttling across the floor, but he made it to the end of the hall, taking deep breaths when Liam let go of his arm and he was able to stop moving. He stood there with his right arm still sticking straight out in front of him at shoulder height, his abdomen screaming, and his bits throbbing painfully. So far, my plan to keep Liam distracted is working out just great. And we haven't even made it into the living room yet. I sincerely hope Buffy is conscious and working on a plan of her own or this is going to be a really long night.

Liam draped the manacles over his shoulder then turned to face Spike, raising a hand to cover Spike's eyes. "Got a surprise for you, Willy."

Spike almost sighed, but he clamped his mouth shut before he could. He'd forgotten just how childish Liam could be when he was in a good mood. Spike waited, expecting Liam to take his arm and lead him to wherever the 'surprise' was, but Liam's large hand closed around his twig and berries instead, squeezing hard, but not quite painfully hard. Spike held his breath. He'd forgotten about this, as well. Liam had often thought it fitting to lead young William around by his cock, since, according to Liam, Drusilla had done the same thing. Although with Dru it was figurative and not literal, but Liam couldn't be bothered with such trivial details.

Spike felt Liam tug and immediately stepped forward. Liam would crush his boys without a second thought if Spike hesitated at all, so he made sure to keep a steady pace as Liam walked backwards in front of him. A hard squeeze that made Spike's eyes water was the signal to stop walking and he did, standing stock still and not even daring to breathe until Liam had released him. His freshly drawn breath locked in his throat and he gave a strangled gasp when Liam lowered the hand from his eyes to reveal his surprise. Buffy.

She was displayed on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Liam had positioned the table so that the first thing Spike's eyes fell upon was her exposed sex. Her legs were spread wide, held open by a spreader bar, and her swollen lips and nub still glistened with their combined juices. Spike sniffed surreptitiously, but didn't catch any scents other than hers and his own, so Liam hadn't abused her yet. That was good. Then his eyes tracked up her body and his stomach sank. She was also chained to the sodding table. That was bad. His eyes tracked further up and he clenched his teeth, fighting back an angry snarl when they fell on her bleeding nipples and the shiny metal clamps cruelly biting into them.

Buffy's eyes were open and she was glaring murderous daggers at Liam as he dropped the manacles he'd been carrying on the couch and stepped up next to her. "You woke up just in time for the festivities, Buffy. Now, I know how much you like to know what's going on, so here's the itinerary…" He nodded over his shoulder at Spike. "First I'm gonna fuck your little toy there, and when I'm done…" He looked down at her crotch… "I'm gonna have some fun with you." He reached down and flicked one of the clamps, causing Buffy to squeal in pain. Liam shuddered. "Oh… that's nice. Could get used to hearing that." He flicked the other clamp, shuddering again when she yelped. "But Willy gets to go first. You'll just have to wait your turn like a good little girl."

Buffy's voice was low and menacing when she snarled, "Leave Spike alone, you asshole. You don't touch him, you hear me? You want to rape somebody, I'm right here." She wiggled her hips, grimacing as the clamps bobbed and pulled at her abused nipples, then she gritted through clenched teeth, "Just get on with it and then get out."

Liam laughed and shook his head. "Oh, that first part is going to happen very definitely, but the second part? Not so much." He shrugged. "I guess you can go first if you want it that much. Doesn't really matter to me." Liam started to unbuckle his belt as he stepped around the table; heading for Buffy's spread legs. "Which hole do you want it in first? Because if it's the backdoor, I'll need the lube." Buffy just glared and Liam chuckled. "We'll do front door this time. You're already slicked up there, so I'll slide in easy."

The button on Liam's pants was open and his zipper was sliding down when Spike started shaking his head. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Buffy wasn't supposed to sacrifice herself for him. He wasn't anywhere close to being worth it, but she was thinking with her heart instead of her head. The smart plan would have her encouraging Liam to use her toy any way he wanted – whether that be fucking it, whipping it, or slicing it to ribbons – and then using the distraction her toy provided to give her time to free herself and get out.

Liam was starting to lower himself to the floor, his hands on Buffy's knees, pushing them up toward her chest, when everyone in the room suddenly froze in shock. The words 'Use me!' had issued forcefully from Spike's lips, probably surprising him most of all, and two sets of eyes focused on the gobsmacked vampire.

Spike just stood there, wondering where in the hell that had come from. He hadn't made a conscious decision to speak, so which part of him – and he really should start charging rent to all the different entities and personalities that had taken up residence in his head – had opened his mouth and made words come out of it? It hadn't been Uposs, that was for damn sure, because according to that git, Spike was now obligated to resist anything Liam tried to do to him because of Buffy's statement that Liam wasn't allowed to touch him. Spike sighed internally. Which completely buggers my plan of keeping him distracted. Bloody hell, Buffy… don't play martyr for me. Tell him he can use your toy. Tell him to do whatever he wants. I can take it. You can't.

Liam dropped Buffy's legs and stood back up, tucking his hard cock back into his pants as he did, then he turned to face Spike. His mouth quirked up at one corner as he said, "You can speak. Wow. Really wasn't expecting that." He picked up the manacles and started toward Spike, motioning toward his crotch as he did. "I don't know why you two are fighting over this. Both of you will be getting a taste before we leave here, and it doesn't really matter which one of you goes first."

Buffy pulled fruitlessly against her restraints and lifted her head off the table. "Spike, no. You don't have to do this. Let me. Just turn around if you have to while he's… but I'm not going to let him hurt you."

As Liam approached, Uposs shouted, Don't let him touch you! Move! Spike twitched slightly, expecting Uposs to pull his arm down and make him step away from Liam any second now, but… nothing happened. He was still standing in the same place with his arm extended.

Spike's eyes widened as he realized what that meant. Wait just a bloody second. You can stop me from moving when I want to, but you can't make me move. You can shout at me, and tell me what I should be doing, but you can't make me do it. That's… interesting.

Liam reached for Spike's right arm and Uposs shrieked, Move! Move now!

Spike smirked at Uposs. Make me.

Liam wrapped one cuff of the manacles around Spike's right wrist. The spikes on the inside of the cuff jabbed into Spike's skin and he winced. Liam chuckled. "Yeah, I took the time to find your favorite kind, Willy." He clicked it shut, pushing the spikes further in, then pushed that arm down until he could wrap the other cuff around Spike's left wrist. Spike winced again and Liam smirked. "I'd put your other pretties on, but Buffy's using them. Hope you don't mind. I do have some others, but they can wait. We have plenty of time to use them later." He grasped Spike's elbow again and started guiding the smaller vampire toward the large couch. When they'd reached it, Liam moved behind Spike and kicked his feet apart then pushed his torso forward, bending him over the piece of furniture. He looked down at the droplets of blood that marked their path then leaned over and looked at the blood dripping from Spike's wrists to land on the couch cushion. He shrugged. "Guess it's gonna be a little messy after all. Oh well." He picked up the bottle of lube with one hand while he freed his cock with the other.

Uposs was still shrieking, and the noise was beginning to make Spike's metaphorical ears bleed, so he shouted back, Shut up! I have a plan and I'm going to see it through, so just shut your gob! You can run your mouth at me all you want after Buffy is safely away, but right now… I'm doing this… and you can't stop me.

Buffy's struggles were increasing and her eyes were filling with tears of anger and frustration. "Leave him alone! I'm right here!" She lifted her feet then stomped them back down, yelping again as the clamps on her nipples bounced harshly.

Liam shuddered and looked over at her. "You can keep doing that if you want. Hearing those delicious noises just makes my cock harder." He flipped open the bottle of lube and drizzled some out onto the first two fingers of his right hand.

Buffy stomped again, then yelped again, then shouted, "Stop that! Come get me!" Liam looked her right in the eyes, wearing a wide grin, then shoved his two fingers harshly into Spike.

Spike grunted in pain as he was pushed forward against the back of the couch, his already throbbing bits slamming into the frame. Liam thrust his fingers in and out a few times then started scissoring them, stretching Spike's entrance, but just barely. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his cock then grasped Spike's hip with one hand and lined himself up with the other. "Been waiting a long time for this, Willy. You ready?"

Buffy yelled, "No! Stop! Take me, dammit! Leave him alone!"

Liam shook his head and started to press his hips forward, the blunt head of his cock pushing past Spike's sphincter with an audible pop. A few of the mostly healed tears re-opened and Spike closed his eyes against the fresh pain as he tried not to make any noise. Liam loved to hear his victims scream, and Spike was sure he would eventually, no matter how much he tried not to, but he wanted to save his screams until Liam started to lose interest… use them to keep Liam's focus off Buffy.

Spike kept his eyes closed and his lips clamped tightly shut as Liam continued to push in until his pubic hair was crinkling against Spike's tailbone. Liam stopped moving and groaned in obvious pleasure. "God, Willy, I'd forgotten how gloriously tight you are. Even after taking all those demon cocks, your little ass still squeezes me so good."

Spike heard a sobbed, 'No,' and opened his eyes, focusing on Buffy. She was staring at him, tears coursing down her cheeks as she continued to struggle against her bonds. Liam pulled back, nearly pulling out all the way, and then slammed forward, crushing Spike's genitals against the frame of the couch again. That agony was nearly eclipsed by the burn from his entrance as it was stretched; more tears re-opening with bright sizzling bursts of pain.

Spike clenched his jaw then took a deep breath, locking his gaze with Buffy's as Liam gripped his hips tightly and started sawing in and out of him at a slow pace. Spike shook his head at her continued struggles then said quietly, "It's all right, Buffy. This has happened to me hundreds of times, and I'm better equipped to handle it than you are. It's all I'm good for anyway, so just let it be. Please." He cut his eyes purposefully to the chain around her waist then looked over at the door. He did that twice more then locked gazes with her again and mouthed, "Get free and then get out."

She shook her head and mouthed back, "I can't leave you! Not like this!"

Spike closed his eyes briefly then opened them and mouthed, "Yes, you can. Go. Please."

Buffy shook her head and mouthed, "I love you."

Spike smiled and mouthed back, "I know. I love you, too. Now go."

Liam watched the exchange, only getting Buffy's half of the conversation because he couldn't see Spike's face, but it wasn't hard to figure out what was going on. He snorted. "Both of you are trying to save the other because you're in looove. That's so cute. It's also completely pointless because neither one of you is going anywhere, and you're both getting fucked tonight – probably more than once because I've got a lot of time to kill before sundown tomorrow – but it's still cute." He smiled at Buffy as he picked up the pace a little, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder.

Liam's cock had been hitting his prostate every third thrust or so, and Spike's cock had responded to the stimulation as it had been trained to. He was fully erect now, and having his cock slammed against the wooden frame of the couch was really starting to hurt, and added to all the other pain he was in, thinking was becoming difficult. Spike braced his bound hands against the seat of the couch then pushed back just a little, angling his hips to try to create some space between his bits and bobs and the back of the couch.

Liam moaned at the change in position and gripped Spike's hips tighter then started slamming into him. "You see how he's pushing himself onto my cock, Buffy? He loves this. He always did. He's always been a little cock whore. You like seeing him like this, don't you? You like watching him bend over and take it up the ass. My demon does, too. It spent a lot of time watching our little Willy getting fucked, and yeah, I'll admit, I watched it, too, and I liked it, but you know…"

Buffy wailed, "Shut up! Just shut up!"

Liam shook his head, "Can't. This feels too good. He's so tight, Buffy, so fucking tight. And, as I was saying, watching him get fucked by all those demons can't even compare to fucking him myself. This is something I'm gonna do every day. Every. Single. Day." Liam groaned again and slowed his pace, pushing in just as deep as he could go before pulling out then slowly pushing back in. "Don't worry, though, I'm not gonna leave you out." He looked pointedly at Buffy's crotch and licked his lips. "You've got two pretty little holes now, but I wonder if they'll still be as pretty after I've rammed my cock into them every day for the next ten years. Willy's hole will be. He'll still be just as tight in fifty years as he is right now."

Spike was still cycling his gaze between the chain around Buffy's waist and the front door, but she apparently wasn't getting the memo. She was still pulling futilely against the manacles around her wrists, tears dripping from her eyes as she watched him getting raped. He had to think of something that would get her moving. Something that was more important to her than his worthless hide. A light bulb flicked on in his head. Not something… someone. Someone she'd died to protect. Someone who still needed her sister. He fervently whispered, "Remember Dawn. She needs you."

Buffy's eyes snapped to his and Spike mouthed again, "Get free and get out! Go now! While he's busy!"

Liam stopped thrusting when Spike whispered and then he threw his head back and laughed. "Sweet little Dawnie! I'd forgotten all about her! She lives in Rome, too, doesn't she? That's just perfect." He started moving again, faster now, and continued speaking. "Oh, the things my demon wanted to do to her back in Sunnydale." He smacked his lips then raised his hand and slapped Spike hard on the ass, leaving a red handprint on his pale cheek. "She was so young then, so fresh, so… pure. She's probably not as pure now, but I'll bet she's still as sweet. Wonder if she's a screamer? Once we're done here, I'm gonna go get her and we'll find out, but even if she isn't, she'll make a nice addition to my toy collection. I'll make her love it… crave it… just like Willy does." Liam slapped Spike's other cheek then pulled all the way out and thrust in hard, once again slamming Spike into the back of the couch.

Spike's cock was compressed rather painfully between his pubic bone and the edge of the couch frame and a moan of agony escaped his lips, but the realization of what he'd just done hurt a thousand times worse. He'd opened his stupid worthless mouth without thinking things through… AGAIN… and now one of the most evilly sadistic vampires on the planet had his perverted sights focused on Buffy's little sister. Spike closed his eyes, unable to look at the woman whose world he'd just shattered. He'd condemned Niblet to a lifetime of torture and rape right alongside her sister. The rest of their lives would be filled with nothing but pain and fear, and they'd probably be very long lives because Liam was skilled at keeping his favorite toys viable and ready for more. I know it doesn't mean anything, but I'm sorry, Buffy. I'm sorry I was shipped to you. I'm sorry I'm such a weak and useless piece of shit. I'm sorry for what I've done to Dawn. I'm sorry for all of it, not that it makes any difference. You both would have been better off had you never met me.

Spike let his arms go lax, not even trying to brace himself against Liam's hard thrusting anymore. Liam smiled then let go of Spike's hips and grabbed the back of the couch instead, holding it steady as he pounded into the smaller vampire. Spike stopped trying to hold back the noise, too, and his whimpers and cries of pain only spurred Liam on. He started putting more of his preternatural strength behind his thrusts, and Spike let out a strangled yelp when he felt his pubic bone crack. His abdomen had been nothing but a white hot ball of agony ever since he'd smacked himself in the nuts, his wrists were screaming as the manacles slid back and forth across the couch cushion, his entrance was torn and bleeding, and his genitals were well on their way to being mashed into pulp, but he deserved the pain. Every last scrap. So he took it. Welcomed it.

Buffy wasn't crying any more, but neither vampire noticed. They weren't paying her any attention at all, but at least one of them should have been. She was pissed – Slayer-strength pissed – and that one vampire was lucky that the Slayer Power Package hadn't included a laser beam gaze or he'd be a flaming torch right now. As it was, he was still pumping in and out of Spike and was nearing orgasm, if you went by the sounds of pleasure he was making and the stupid look on his stupid face. Spike had his eyes closed and his face was set in an expression that mixed agony, guilt, and abject misery. He wasn't even bothering to try to protect his poor battered genitals anymore. He was just letting them get slammed into the couch over and over again, whimpering or crying out in pain every time they did.

Oh, Spike. I can tell from the guilt on your face that you think you've just doomed my sister, but you haven't. I'll never let that son of a bitch lay a hand on her. And I know you don't realize it, but you just gave me what I needed. You always do that, don't you? Even if it hurts you.

Buffy closed her eyes and relaxed against the table top, taking deep breaths as she blocked out the pain from her nipples and head, focusing her energy. She had one shot at this, so she'd better make it count. She listened to the sounds coming from the two vampires across the room, waiting for the signal that would tell her it was go time. Just hang on a little longer, Spike. It's almost over.

And then she heard it. She'd only heard it once before, on her 17th birthday, but it was unmistakable.

She moved.