Service Unit

Chapter Thirty Nine – Consequences

Buffy was patting down the last bit of tape on Spike's left foot when Blazczak reappeared in his customary flash of light and cloud of smoke. Buffy waved a hand in front of her face and glared at him. "Is that really necessary? You're gonna set off the smoke detectors."

Blazczak glanced at her without responding then spoke to Spike, "What is the issue we must deal with before I take Angelus?"

Being ignored apparently didn't sit well with either Summers sister, and Buffy looked like she was about to stand up and start throwing punches. Spike laid a hand on her arm then leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before he whispered, "I've got this one, pet. You said it was my call, remember? Demons take statements like that literally, so he'll only deal with me now." She threw a glare at Blazczak then nodded curtly. Spike kissed her again then stood up and started hobbling out of the bedroom, motioning to Blazczak to follow. "You're aware of his curse, yeah? The soul?"

"I am, although I am not sure why it matters. You have a soul, but it did not interfere with your ability to adequately service clients. In fact, it made you more desirable to some… and they paid a fee commensurate with their desire."

Spike flinched again but kept hobbling. He'd managed to bury several large shards of glass into the bottoms of his feet and one had nearly sliced his right pinky toe clean off, but there was an upside to the pain he was currently in. As soon as Liam was settled into his new accommodations at the slave compound, Buffy had promised to do everything she could to make Spike forget about his feet.

Spike tried to think about what Buffy was going to be doing to him in the near future instead of what his renters had done to him for years as he made his way slowly toward Liam. He freed the corners of the sheet then lifted it off the vampire. Liam was snarling as his face was revealed, but when his eyes fell on Blazczak, he paled and his snarl faded away. He looked up at Spike and saw the wicked grin the younger vampire was sporting then shook his head forcefully. Spike nodded and hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the demon then carefully mouthed, "He's taking you with him for killing the trainer." He reached out and tapped the rubber ball crammed into Liam's mouth. "And no talkin' your way out of it this time, you ponce." Spike bent down so that he was at eye level then propped his hands on his knees and mouthed clearly, "You get to suffer the same torments I had to. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did." Liam's eyes went wide with fear and he shook his head again. Spike leaned forward and planted a kiss on Liam's forehead then straightened up. "My demon is practically giddy at the thought of what's coming to you, Sire." He laughed. "And what's going to be coming IN you." Liam stared at Spike for a long minute then his shoulders slumped and his head drooped forward in defeat.

Spike chuckled quietly then moved to the loveseat and sat down, turning to prop his feet up on the arm. "I'd like the soul removed 'fore you take him. We'll have to do some research to figure out how to do that, and we'll have to call in the witch, but it shouldn't take more than a couple of days."

Blazczak slipped his hand into a pocket of his robe then removed it and waved it in Liam's direction. Liam jerked violently then thrashed his head back and forth a few times before he threw it back, the tendons in his neck straining. Glowing streams of light flowed out of Liam's eyes then coalesced in Blazczak's palm. The ball of light flashed once then dimmed and Blazczak closed his fingers over it, stepping forward with his hand held out to Spike. "It is done."

Spike sat up and Blazczak opened his fingers to reveal a large, glowing crystal. Spike took it and held it up, watching the swirls of golden light. "That's the soul?"

"Yes."

Spike whispered, "It's that easy to remove? Why didn't you remove mine?"

"I saw no need, and, like I said, having a soul made you more desirable to some."

Spike stared at the crystal as he thought of all he'd endured. And trying to endure all of that without his soul? He shivered and closed his fingers around the crystal. He'd have never survived – not with his sanity intact.

Spike jumped slightly when Blazczak spoke. "You may leave the soul contained within the crystal or destroy the crystal to release it to the ether. It is your choice."

Spike murmured, "My choice," then he looked up. "How long do you plan to keep him? Might have to put this back when you're done with him."

"The property he deprived me of was exceedingly valuable, so it will take years for Angelus to work off his debt to me, even with the high traffic volume of the Outer Chamber."

"How many years?"

"That depends on how well he performs and how satisfied his clients are with his service. If he performs at least as well as you did, he may be released in approximately twenty years. Poor performance or low client volume will, of course, require a longer period of repayment."

Spike nodded. "I'll just hang on to this for a bit then." He set the crystal on the table next to the love seat then looked up at Blazczak. "Would you answer a question?"

"Of course."

"The bargain you made with Angelus… leavin' him be for 100 years… why so long?"

Blazczak shrugged. "He wanted to make a name for himself before he paid his debt, and it was of no consequence to me when he served… be it in ten, fifty, or one hundred years… as long as the debt was paid." He glanced over at Liam. "My advancing years have made me somewhat less patient, though. I would not make the same bargain today."

"How'd you know he'd still be around when you came to collect?"

Blazczak smiled another evil little smile. "I do not make bargains that I am not certain I can satisfactorily complete."

"So… you can see the future?"

"I cannot, but I own several demons with that ability."

"Right. Uh… Buffy sent him to Hell a few years ago. What if he'd still been there?"

Blazczak shrugged and waved a hand. "It would not have mattered. I am able to travel to any known dimension, even the one your kind refers to as 'Hell.' If Angelus had been there when payment came due, I would have simply traveled there to collect him."

Spike muttered, "And I'd have most likely been dust in the Hellmouth instead of gettin' my soddin' hands cut off in Los Angeles."

"Yes, you would have been unavailable." Blazczak smirked. "I could arrange to have your past amended – change the events that brought you to Los Angeles, or I could go far enough back to divert that mob in Prague and you'd never have to travel to Sunnydale – if you would like to make a bargain with me."

Spike sputtered, "What? You want me to… Are you off your nut? You think I'd deal with you knowin' the type of 'payment' you'd ask for? You can sod right the fuck off, mate. Not. Gonna. Happen. I made my choices and I'll live with the consequences."

Blazczak smiled placidly. "As you wish. Have I answered your questions?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah."

"Then I will go. It is time for Angelus to suffer the consequences of his choices. I will return him to you when his service is complete."

Spike looked toward the bedrooms, spying Buffy standing mostly out of sight in the hallway, then he looked back up at Blazczak, a wicked smile teasing his lips. "I'd like one more thing 'fore you take him, if you don't mind." Blazczak nodded and Spike said, "I want his fangs."

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Liam couldn't hear his own screams as his first client's enormous cock pounded into his torn hole, but he could feel the blood dripping down his legs and the tears spilling from his eyes. The demon climaxed violently, filling Liam with boiling hot spunk, and Liam howled in agony. The demon pulled out then stood there, breathing harshly as he worked his member back to full hardness. He plunged in again and quivered in pleasure when the vampire screamed. His talons dug into Liam's hips as he set up a much slower pace, determined to enjoy every minute of the hour he'd paid for.

Blazczak watched as the client drove in one more time then arched back and screeched. With a small smile, he made a tick mark in his ledger as he spoke quietly, "One down, several thousand to go, Angelus."

He waved the room attendant forward then motioned to the sobbing vampire who was bent over a metal sawhorse and secured with shackles. "Feed the unit then clean it and prepare it for the next client." He consulted his ledger. "The client requests that the unit be chained on its back on the larger table, legs chained up and wide, hole lubed but not stretched, penis erect and bound – ring only, nothing for the scrotum, and… oh, that is an odd request, but I suppose we can comply, considering he paid quite a bit extra. They will grow back, after all, and quite quickly with the new formulation of sustaining fluid."

Blazczak looked over at the attendant with a wicked smile. "The client has requested four syringes filled with holy water so he can inject them into the unit's penis and testicles." The attendant nodded and Blazczak rubbed his hands together greedily. "I am quite interested to know how the unit reacts and how long it will take for the parts to grow back. If the healing time between clients can be kept to the ten hour limit, I will offer this procedure as a special service of this unit."

The attendant nodded again then left the viewing room and Blazczak turned to his ledger. He did some quick calculations based on the higher fees he would charge for the 'special' service then sat back with a smile. "If the syringe procedure is utilized by at least 30% of his clients that would reduce his client load by nearly half. He would repay his debt in only ten years…" he paused, thinking, "or he could continue his service for the full twenty years." His eyes shone with malice in the near dark of the room and he cackled. "Yes, I think twenty years will do quite nicely." He cackled again then turned his attention to the service room and watched as Angelus was cleaned and fed. There was screaming, crying, and quite a lot of blood, and then the vampire was left to heal.

Nearly nine hours later, Blazczak stepped into the viewing room and resumed his seat just as the attendant snapped a ring around the base of the vampire's erect penis. The attendant removed the small plug that had been vibrating against the vampire's prostate then picked up a squeeze bottle and inserted the tip into his anus. The bottle and the plug were put away in a cupboard and then the attendant turned to the door to admit the next client.

A fully healed vampire lay chained on the table with his legs in the air and his once again virgin-tight hole glistening with lube. The client didn't waste any time, freeing his massive cock as he stepped into the room. He strode quickly to the table then lined himself up and buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Liam screamed as he was torn open again.

The syringes gleamed in the low light and Blazczak leaned forward in anticipation as the client, still thrusting brutally into the screaming vampire, picked up the first one. The vampire's screams became shrill and piercing when smoke started rising from the head of his penis. Blazczak calmly inserted his ear plugs as the client jabbed the second syringe into the vampire's left testicle and pressed the plunger.