CoF - Laure Alexander - The Existence

Summary: Buffy finally mounts a rescue attempt, as Xander continues to suffer at the hands of his master and mistress.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, Graphic rape and BDSM.
PAIRINGS: Drusilla/Xander, Xander/Angelus
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
DEDICATION: Begun to cheer up FM, continued because it's evil. :)
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It took two days for Buffy to find the words and the nerves to tell her friends that she'd found Xander. It was late at night, and everyone was gathered around the table in the Library, exhausted, when she came in from patrol, finally ready.

Willow looked up from the computer hopefully, her eyes red and shiny with repressed tears. Cordelia just stared blankly, the book in front of her untouched. Giles and Oz gave Buffy silent looks of hope and compassion and support.

Everyone stared at her. Willow tears fell, and Buffy opened her mouth to force herself to continue, when she was interrupted by a voice harsh from disuse.

Buffy nodded at Cordelia, then frowned slightly. "At least, I think so. I only saw him from a distance." She sat down at the end of the table, her fingers fidgeting in her lap, her eyes bouncing nervously from person to person.

As if interpreting her worry, Giles gently patted her shoulder. "Tell us, Buffy. Tell us what you saw."

She could feel herself blushing and her eyes shifted down to the table top. "He's with Angel. He's...a prisoner." She nibbled on her lower lip.

"Where, Buffy? Where is he?" Willow demanded through her sobs. "We have to rescue him."

"I don't...I don't know if he wants to be rescued." Helplessly she looked up at Giles, not really surprised to see understanding in the older man's eyes.

"What?" Willow cried. "Of course he wants to be rescued." She jumped to her feet, heading for the weapons' cage. "We can go at dawn, surprise them, or, are they underground? Tell us so that we can come up with a plan." Turning away from the cage she headed back to her computer. "I can find the blueprints to any place in Sunnydale. Just tell me."

"I...I didn't say that. I don't know. He...oh Cordy..." Tears choked Buffy's throat and she sobbed once, loudly. "It was so horrible, and I don't know if he wants us to rescue him. Maybe he...likes it there."

Giles cleared his throat. "Free will is important, but so is a person being in their right mind. What Angelus and Xander's own father did to him may very well have locked him into a pattern of abuse from which he doesn't believe he deserves rescue. That doesn't mean that he truly wishes to be where he is. We must make a rescue attempt."

"Giles, it was so horrible, what I saw, what they did to him," Buffy whispered hoarsely. "And Angel knew I was there, knew I was watching." Fresh tears spilled from her eyes. "He took Xander because he knew it would hurt me."

"There's a weird old mansion at the end of Crawford Street. That's where they are."

Xander was awakened by a sharp kick to his hip which drove him down farther into the unyielding stone floor beneath him. He groaned and forced his eyes to open. Dizziness assaulted him and his first thought was of food.

He struggled to his knees, but apparently he wasn't moving fast enough, as his master's fingers curled into his hair and yanked him painfully to his feet. Xander found himself flung over the end of the bed, and for a brief moment he sank blissfully into the down comforter, then he lay still and closed his eyes, waiting.

"Moving awfully slow this evening, Harris. Am I wearing you out?" The fake concern in Angelus voice was countered by a sharp crack of a whip across Xander's scarred ass. Xander moaned into the bedding and curled his hands into tight fists, fighting back tears as the pain rolled through him.

The whip cracked again, the lash cutting into the boy's upper thighs, then another blow high on his shoulders made him whimper. Hearing him, Angelus chuckled, a nasty sound, and hit him harder. Blow after blow rained down and the smell of blood filled the room.

Digging his fingers into the bedding, Xander bit deeply into his lip, trying not to scream. The pain was incredible--white hot and seemingly endless. His nerve endings felt like they were on fire. One blow had barely ended when another one fell and the agony rolled through him on continuous waves.

He managed both to stay conscious and quiet. The previous week after a beating nearly this severe, he'd lost consciousness and on waking had found himself being gang fucked by four huge vampires. He didn't think he could stand that happening again.

Xander heard the whip drop to the floor, then a zipper going down. He tried to part his legs, but they wouldn't move. Red hot agony pulsed through him, but he gritted his teeth and waited.

Angelus' hands gripped the boy's bleeding ass, pulling the cheeks apart. "You know, I think we need to look into ass tightening exercises, Harris," he joked, as he slammed his cock into his slave.

Grunting at the new source of pain, Xander tried silently to count the hard, quick thrusts, but his mind was all fuzzy. As his mind began to drift in a sea of red, Angelus slapped him on the back of the head.

"Show a little enthusiasm, boy. Make it worth my while to keep you around and in one piece."

Xander struggled with that terrifying thought for a moment, then yelled uncontrollably as Angelus' fangs scraped down his back.

With a growl, Angelus pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock, milking it so that his semen mingled with the blood on Xander's ass.

Willow was printing out the blueprints, Oz and Giles were organizing the weapons, Buffy was trying to keep her mind busy and away from the tormenting images of Xander, Angel and Drusilla in the garden. Suddenly, Cordelia stood in front of her, her once perfect face ravaged by grief.

Buffy shook her head helplessly, and the cheerleader grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the library and into the nearest bathroom.

"Cordy," Buffy protested, but allowed herself to be dragged. In the bathroom, Cordelia leaned against the far wall, her arms around herself.

"I know it's bad. I can see how bad it is just by looking at you." Buffy nodded helplessly and Cordelia continued, her eyes pleading. "I'm already broken. I can't get worse. What has Angel done to him?"

"Tell me, damn it." The mask of grief cracked and fury shown through. "It can't be worse than what I'm imagining, and he's not dead."

"No, I don't think he's dead. I mean, not a vampire. He just...didn't have that air about him, but..." Buffy turned away, caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and spun to face the empty stalls. In an empty voice, she told Cordelia all she had seen the night before.

Buffy's tear filled eyes flew to Cordelia. The brunette straightened her back, a determined look on her face. "He's alive, everything else is of no consequence until he's free. And...if he can feel pleasure, then he's not in pain all the time."

As they left the bathroom Buffy refused to bring up what neither girl wanted to face--that Xander might have learned to equate pleasure with pain.

Drusilla's lilting voice roused Xander from a pain-induced stupor, and he tried to move off the bed, to go to his knees as his master required, but his muscles refused to obey. He felt gentle hands lifting him, then carrying him across the floor. The next thing he knew was the feel of warm water as he was lowered into the tub on his side. Forcing his eyes open, he watched Drusilla as if through a fog.

"If you're not careful, daddy will kill you," she scolded as she gently bathed him. The water quickly turned pink. "And, you're so thin. I can see your bones and tendons and little veins, all blue..." She made a tsking noise, and slid her hand down his chest to wrap her fingers around his cock. "And soft...Nothing?"

She patted his cock, then returned to bathing him. "Such pretty marks," she cooed, tracing old scars on his chest. Taking one wet hand from the water, she tugged down the bodice of her dress, revealing pale white lines across her breasts. "I have them, too, from before." Her fingers went from her scars to his, and she smiled. "We match."

Hunger, pain, deprivation all caused Xander to spend most of the bath drifting in and out of lucidity. The next thing he clearly understood, he was on a soft bed, and when he looked up, Drusilla was naked and smiling hungrily at him.

As she ran hands over her curves, Xander looked frantically at the doorway, his mind focusing on the apparent fact that he was no longer in his master's room.

"Angel's out, stalking his little bitch," Drusilla answered his unspoken question. "I don't think he'd like it if you bled on his bed, so I brought you to mine." Kneeling on the bed, she leaned down and ran her tongue along his flaccid cock, then across the sensitive slit. Slipping the tip inside, she sucked delicately, her tongue fluttering along the ridge. As her attentions got no response, she sat up and pouted, "This won't do."

"I'm sorry, mistress," Xander babbled, trying to will his cock to harden, despite the pain and hunger of his body and the fogginess in his head. "I'll try harder, mistress." His stomach took that moment to growl, and Drusilla gave him a perceptive nod.

"Must stuff your tummy before you can stuff mummy." Naked, she waltzed out of the room.

Sometime later, Drusilla returned carrying a McDonald's bag. Logically, Xander knew she must have sent a minion, but he couldn't help but giggle at the image of her, naked, in line at the fast food restaurant.

Plopping down beside him, she helped him sit up against the pillows, then fed him a Big Mac, french fries and a coke. He wanted to scarf the food down, but she wouldn't allow that, patiently feeding him bite by bite until the gnawing hunger in his gut began to fade.

Setting aside the empty wrappers, Drusilla licked salt from his lips and straddled his hips. "All full?"

Xander nodded, still feeling a little dizzy, but much better. The female vampire bounced lightly, brushing her cool body across his cock.

Relief flooded him and he tried to relax, allowing her movements to arouse him. Drusilla was incredibly mercurial. At the moment she was being nice to him; he really didn't want to anger her. He'd seen her flay a fledgling for looking at her wrong.

"Oooh, puppy has a bone for mummy." Her movements sped up until she was undulating against his now erect cock, driving it along her wet cleft. Xander glanced up at her and saw the hunger on her face, in her expressive eyes. "Shall we bury the bone?"

All of a sudden, it was too weird, and Xander rolled his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut against sudden tears. He felt her hands gently pat his chest, then her hair brush him as she leaned down to croon, "There, there," in his ear.

"It's alright, puppy. It's alright. Mummy wants to make nice love, not hurtful, not nasty." She peppered tender kisses over his face and neck, then suddenly stopped. "Oh... you've never been with a woman." His eyes snapped to hers and he flushed at her delighted smile. "Oh, just lovely."

Clapping her hands, Drusilla scooted down his legs slightly and reached for his cock. Carefully she removed the ring, making some comment about not wanting to snag anything. He was still red faced, and both embarrassed and frightened by her gentleness and the idea that he was about to lose his virginity to a female vampire who sometimes led him around on a leash and sat on his face.

Confused and frightened by something so very new, Xander didn't even realize what was happening until Drusilla had lowered herself onto his erection and was wriggling, sending delicious feelings through his suddenly throbbing cock.

Splaying her hands on his chest, Drusilla bounced, a happy grin on her face, her muscles squeezing and releasing his cock. Reflexively, Xander caught her hips and guided her up and down and back and forth, his own hips stirring and beginning to rise and fall awkwardly. He winced as the movements rubbed the lash marks against the blanket beneath him, but the pleasure gained from being inside her was too much.

With a groan, he came, splashing his cum into her. Drusilla keened and flung her head back, grinding against him, her fingers digging into his chest.

Drusilla's hand cracked across his face, sending his head rolling to the side and nearly knocking him unconscious. "You dare to come before me?" she ranted. Shoving at his chest, she let him slip from inside her and grabbed his cock.

Crying out in pain as she squeezed, Xander looked at her furious face through tear-filled eyes. He was dizzy again, and horrified as he realized what he had done. "Mistress?" he stammered.

Viciously, she shoved the ring back into the tender hole in the underside of his cock, eliciting a scream from him. As he curled into a shuddering ball, cupping his wounded cock, Drusilla bounded from the bed.

Dimly Xander realized he was in big trouble, but he couldn't get his body to move. The first blow from the switch landed on his shoulders and he jerked, the air driven from his lungs by the sudden pain. She began to rain blows down on him and he curled tighter, trying to protect his face, as she indiscriminately beat him on every inch of his body that she could reach.

After several minutes, as he lay there shaking, in too much agony to even moan, he felt the darkness creep over him, and surrendered to it.

Slowly Xander returned to consciousness to a mixture of pain and pleasure. Blinking his eyes open, he glanced around himself. He was still curled on the bed, and his entire backside throbbed with pain, but...

Looking down he saw that Drusilla was sucking and licking his cock like it was a lollipop. Her eyes met his and she smiled around the head, before kissing the weeping slit, then sitting up. "I'm sorry, puppy. I just got so angry because you were naughty. Now I'm kissing it and making it all better." Turning him onto his stomach, she straddled his thighs and proceeded gently to lick every mark she'd given him, as well as the ones he'd received from Angelus whip.

After a while, Xander began to tremble more from pleasure than pain, as her cool tongue and lips sent electric shocks straight to his throbbing cock. He squirmed against the bedding and gritted his teeth, determined not to come until she gave him permission.

"Oooh, now I'm all hot again, and sticky. Puppy want dessert?" As she cooed, she moved on the bed until she sat against the headboard, her legs raised and splayed out on either side of Xander's head. Panting slightly from his own desire, Xander scooted towards her and ran his tongue up her dripping cleft.

As Drusilla's fingers tangled in his hair and she whimpered and giggled, he expertly sucked and licked her clit while two fingers slid inside her and curled towards her g-spot. When he touched that sensitive spot, she bucked against his mouth.

He rubbed the upper wall of her tight passage with both fingers, as he alternately nipped and lapped at her swollen clit, until she yelled and shuddered around his fingers. Her fingers tightened in his hair and her hips rose off the bed as her orgasm swamped her.

Breathing hard, Xander rose to his knees and absently wiped at her secretions that caused his reddened cheeks to glisten.

Recovered from her climax, Drusilla gave him a crafty look, then pushed him onto his back. Xander groaned as his abused skin touched the soft quilt, but he lay still, waiting to see what came next.

"Your back pains you, yet your manhood remains hard and hungry," she crooned knowingly. "Pain and pleasure...they combine, mingle, become the same thing. I know. I KNOW..." Lowering her head, she sucked his erect cock into her mouth and down her throat, her tongue fluttering along the sensitive underside, carefully avoiding the ring.

Xander was too far gone with need. As she deep throated him, her muscles squeezing the head of his cock, he felt his balls spasm, and let the orgasm sweep through him.

Smiling, Drusilla sat back on her heels, smacking her lips. "You taste like salt and sugar. So different from blood." Covering his trembling body with hers, she kissed him hungrily, then curled up next to him. "Sleep, puppy. Mummy will protect you."

Although still in pain, and slightly disturbed that Drusilla was probably right about the whole pain/pleasure combination, Xander was too relaxed to stay awake. As her arm wrapped across his chest and her knee slid across his thigh, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

As the sun broke the horizon to the East, Buffy silently led the way into the mansion. The plan was simple...move silently and quickly, find Xander, carry Xander out of there, hit the sunlight, and run. Everyone was armed to the teeth with water guns filled with holy water, armed crossbows, crosses and stakes. Giles and Buffy both wore swords as well.

The guard just inside the garden doors was dozing and easily dusted by the Slayer.

The group divided, Buffy and Cordelia heading up the stairs, the other three exploring the downstairs rooms. They had all memorized the blueprints and had determined the best possible places Xander might be. There were two big suites of rooms at the top of the stairs, as well as a large pantry on the main level. The other possibility was the sprawling warren of cellars. No one was looking forward to going down there. They figured that's where the majority of the vampires slept.

Buffy took the upstairs because, after the scene she'd witnessed, she figured that Xander spent most of his time with Angelus, and she knew Angelus too well to believe he'd sleep in a basement. He had one of the suites. Drusilla and Spike probably had the other.

Motioning Cordelia to stay behind her, Buffy opened the first door on the left and slipped into the darkened room. Her eyes, better than a normal human's, made out two figures laying on the bed, one male and one female. Soft, masculine snores broke the silence and the male turned his head towards Buffy. She couldn't contain her grin of triumph.

Buffy gestured to Cordelia to go to Xander's side, while she raised a stake to take out Drusilla. As she approached the slumbering vampiress, Xander's eyes flew open and he jerked upright, his whole body shaking. The two girls froze, then Cordelia gasped his name.

Xander's eyes widened as he saw Cordelia approaching him, and he scrambled for the blankets at his feet. Covering himself, he glanced frantically at Drusilla, then, on determining that she still slept, swung his eyes back to his former girlfriend.

Xander drew back. His mind was muddled, his body still in pain, and he was filled with such a huge amount of humiliation. He dropped his eyes to his lap, unable to look at Cordelia.

"We'll wrap him in a blanket and carry him out if we have to," Buffy whispered, raising the stake.

On hearing Buffy's voice, Xander shifted on the bed to peer into the darkness on the other side of the bed and saw Buffy aiming a stake at the spot between Drusilla's pale breasts, Xander gasped and flung himself across her.

"Why did you do that?" Buffy cried, grabbing Xander's arm and trying to tug him off the bed.

"Slayer," Drusilla growled, shoving her protector aside and going for Buffy's throat. As the female vampire drove the slayer across the room, both fighting for control of the stake, Cordelia pulled Xander from the bed and grabbed a blanket.

"We have to get out of here," she muttered as she wrapped the blanket around his narrow shoulders.

Shaking his head, Xander tried to get back into the bed. He tried to shrug off the blanket, then her grasping hands. All he knew was that he couldn't leave.

Buffy pinned Drusilla to the wall by the throat and raised the stake again, but suddenly, the overhead light snapped on and everyone turned their eyes towards the door.

"No," Buffy groaned at the sight of Angelus just inside the doorway, his arm around Willow's throat.

"I'm sorry, Buffy," Willow whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "He caught us downstairs, knocked out Oz and Giles..."

"And captured this luscious creature." Angelus ran his tongue down her cheek making her sob.

"Look, all we want is Xander," Buffy brazened. "Just let Willow go and we'll take him and get out of your hair."

Angelus chuckled and shook his head. "That's not an even trade, Buff. Here's a better one. You give me Dru; I give you Willow; Xander pays for your unwarranted attack."

Angelus' eyes snapped to the cheerleader and he gave her a silky smile. "So, you want your boyfriend back?"

Pale and trembling, Xander couldn't meet her eyes. Simply shrugging out of the blanket, he dropped to his hands and knees and crawled past her towards his master. He ignored Cordelia's cry of shock, and curled at Angelus' feet, whimpering in a dull voice, "I'm sorry, master. I wasn't leaving, I promise."

Gritting her teeth, Buffy dragged Drusilla towards the door, holding her around the neck as Angelus held Willow. "Cordelia, get downstairs and get Giles and Oz out. I'll wait two minutes."

"He doesn't want to go," Buffy replied, her voice ice cold with despair and fury.

"I'm sorry, Willow. Cordy, go." Sobbing, Cordelia dashed through the door and clattered down the stairs. As Angelus relaxed his grip on Willow, Buffy glared furiously at him. "I'll kill you for this."

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it before, Buff." Angelus snorted, then he looked at Drusilla and his eyes narrowed. "Dru, what have you been doing with my slave?"

The vampiress stopped struggling against the slayer and dropped her eyes to the floor, her fingers fidgeting at her sides. "Fucking, daddy."

"You're sick," Buffy yelled at Angelus, her stomach churning at the thought that her beloved Angel had become this monster.

"Yes, master," Xander whispered, his arms wrapped around his thin body, his eyes on the floor.

Angelus turned his attention back to the girl squirming in his arms. "I bet you'd be a quick learner, Willow. Such pale skin mars so easily, but I bet you'd be receptive to my lash." She shuddered. "I could give you what you've always wanted. Let me just bend you over the bed and Xander can fuck you," he murmured sibilantly into her ear.

Buffy's voice cracked through the sound of Willow's sobs. "Shut up. Take your whore and give me my friend." As she spoke, she edged Drusilla closer until they stood in front of Angelus and Willow. The two former lovers, now mortal enemies stared each other down for a moment, then released their captives.

Grabbing Willow's arm, Buffy yanked her out of the room, running madly down the stairs.

Cordelia stood on the walkway, her arm around a dizzy Oz. Giles leaned against a tall post, rubbing the back of his head.

Willow pulled away from Buffy, turning back to the mansion, and crying, "We can't leave him in there."

"We don't have a choice," Buffy replied, letting the pain fill her voice. "I'm sorry."

"He didn't want to come," Cordelia muttered, her voice as empty as her face. "Just like you thought."

All Buffy could do was give her a helpless look. A female scream echoed from the mansion, and they all turned to look at the darkened windows, shuddering from an excess of horror and loss.

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Laure Alexander - lara@sunflower.com

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