CoF - Laure Alexander - The Existence

Summary: Xander's emotional and physical destruction continues, but is rescue imminent?

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, rape, sexual slavery.
PAIRINGS: Xander/Angelus, Xander/Drusilla, Xander/Spike
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: For FM, for the lovely housewarming gift and for being such a great friend!
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It was nearly three in the morning when Buffy reached the abandoned mansion on the edge of Sunnydale. This was the third possible location of Angel in as many days--wrested on pain of painful death from beaten vampires. They'd died anyway, but Buffy wished she'd whaled on the first two more.

Silently she made her way up the hill behind the house, carefully looking for any sign of occupation. Reaching the crest of the hill she found herself looking down into a tangled garden and patio. As she spied the stairs that led down to the garden, the sound of tinkling laughter reached her ears and she dropped onto her stomach.

Afraid to breathe, Buffy watched a figure in scarlet skip out a set of French doors.

Eagerly Buffy watched the vampiress turn back to the door and beckon to someone. It wasn't until he was there, on his knees in the doorway, that she saw the chain Drusilla held.

Buffy bit back a cry of pleasure and shock and flushed bright red. He was naked, crawling on his hands and knees towards Drusilla. As he reached her side and sat back on his heels, Buffy reddened even more as she saw where the chain was attached.

Humiliated for her friend, she pulled a stake from her pocket and prepared to charge down the stairs and rescue him, but what Xander did next, stopped her from rising.

Drusilla smiled at her pet and rewarded him with a gentle caress. "Good puppy." She sat down on a bench and he rested his head on her knee so that she could run her fingers through his hair. "Now, don't piddle on the patio again or daddy will be very cross."

"I won't, mistress," Xander answered softly, still feeling the welts from the beating he'd received after he'd peed himself two nights ago after being chained to a tree for nearly eight hours.

Buffy physically flinched as his softly spoken words drifted up to her. What the Hell had happened to her friend? Was he even still alive? From this distance, she couldn't tell if he was breathing, and he was so pale...

Suddenly, a third figure entered the garden through the French doors and Buffy sucked in a sharp breath. Angelus stood bathed in the golden glow of Christmas lights strung through the garden and several lamps that sat at convenient spots. He wore only a pair of black leather pants, his pale, muscular chest glistening with moisture. His hair was damp as well, standing in little spikes. He was obviously just out of the shower.

"I wondered where my slave was," Angelus said lightly, smirking at the sight of Xander's head on Drusilla's lap.

"He does have a talented mouth, doesn't he." Angelus strolled over to his paramour and caught her hair in his fingers, angling her head back to plunder her mouth. As he pulled back and released her, Drusilla mewled in desire.

Lifting one foot, Angelus caught Xander in the chest and pushed him away, so that he could tug Drusilla to her feet. She dropped the chain and twined her arms around Angelus' neck. Her mouth buried itself in his neck and she sucked hungrily on his carotid artery.

Buffy watched in sick fascination as Angelus caressed the vampiress' ass through the velvet skirt, then lifted her onto a wrought iron table.

Simpering, Drusilla slowly pulled her skirt up, baring her shaved pussy to his torrid gaze. Angelus watched her spread her legs and dip one long nailed finger into the wet, pink cleft. His hand went to the front of his pants and he caressed his hard cock through the leather.

Buffy blushed even harder and barely breathed, as she watched, unable to look away, her heart pounding as her mind tried to figure out what was going to happen next.

Drusilla lay back on the table, bringing her feet up to the edge and spreading her legs wide. "Are you hungry, daddy?"

"Always, but let's share." He dropped his eyes to Xander, who had gotten back to his knees and knelt next to the bench, staring blankly at the paving stones. "Harris," Angelus barked.

Immediately, Xander's head shot up, then he crawled over to the table. Angel grabbed his shoulder and jerked him to his feet, then shoved him at Drusilla. Bracing his hands next to her knees, Xander bent and ran his tongue along her swollen folds, spreading his legs at the same time.

Chuckling as his slave assumed a pleasing position, Angelus unfastened his pants and lifted his heavy cock free, pumping it languidly as he watched Xander lick and suck at Drusilla's pussy. Her moans filled the air and he smiled in delight.

Gripping Xander's hip, he pushed him lower, angling him just right. With an easy thrust, his cock was buried in the boy's hot passage. Xander didn't miss a beat, running his tongue up and town Drusilla's cleft, swirling it around her clit, before sliding it back down. He grunted softly as Angelus began to pound into him, but it didn't hurt much anymore.

"It's like you're fucking me," Drusilla cried, her head rolling on the table and her knees raising to squeeze Xander's head.

At Angelus' grunted words, Buffy flushed even more, her eyes showing her that his words were true. Xander was aroused. Was it from...kissing Drusilla, or...

Her fingers dug into the earth beneath her and she felt hot tears well up into her shocked eyes.

"No...his mouth...so good," Drusilla crooned, bucking her hips against Xander's hot mouth as he sucked at her throbbing clit.

"No come for Xander," Angelus said with a shrug, thrusting harder and driving the boy into Drusilla's pussy. He slid one hand up Xander's welted back and caught the nape of his neck. "Come for me, Drusilla."

Yelling in pleasure, the vampiress bucked wildly, her orgasm slamming through her. Angelus pressed Xander's face down, smearing her secretions all over him. Finally he released him, and Xander jerked his head up, gasping for air.

In the glow of the lights, Buffy could see his face glistening. His eyes were shut tightly and his mouth hung open as he panted harshly. She watched as his fingers tightened around the edge of the table, and his teeth caught his lower lip.

"Good puppy," Drusilla crooned, her eyes fastening on her daddy's lust-filled face. "Now you come, daddy."

With a deep growl of pleasure, Angelus slammed his cock into Xander's anus again and again, until finally the boy cried out in pain and pleasure. Laughing, the vampire came, his fingers yanking Xander's ass cheeks farther apart for the final thrusts.

Pulling back, his cock still half hard and glistening with hints of blood and cum, Angelus raised his head and looked up the garden wall.

"Did you enjoy that, lover," he called into the night, his eyes fastening on Buffy.

"Come down and join us, Buff. I can get hard again really fast. Maybe you'd like it in the ass as much as Harris does."

Tears streamed down Buffy's face as she scuttled backwards on her stomach, trying to get away from that horrifyingly teasing voice.

Xander slumped to his knees, panting for breath, his master's words not registering for several moments. When they did, he looked up, stunned and...humiliated.

Angelus wrapped his fingers in Xander's hair and yanked him to his feet, making him cry out in pain. "I think the little slayer has come to rescue you. I guess she doesn't know what a miserable piece of shit you are."

Drusilla sat up, smoothing her skirts down, her eyes twinkling. "I don't think she wants to play."

"Her loss." Angelus shrugged and flung Xander towards the door. Xander stumbled, then dropped to his hands and knees, picking up the chain and awaiting his orders. "Spike's been complaining about being bored. Go give him a blowjob while I entertain his princess."

Head down, tired and sore, Xander crawled back into the house, his mind going blessedly numb. He didn't want to think about Buffy or what she might have been doing there. He didn't want to think about the latest rape of his body, or of the remnants of Drusilla's cum smeared on his face. Focused on his next task, he crawled towards Spike's room, not even wondering at what kind of reception might await him.

He would do as his master said, using all his tools of persuasion--his mouth and tongue--to give Spike the best blow job of his life. He didn't even dare think about what might happen if Spike refused to allow his attention.

Xander glanced up through his lashes to see Spike lounging on his bed, reading a magazine. "I'm to pleasure you," he replied, his voice empty and low.

His panic must have shown in his face, because Spike sighed and beckoned him forward. "Do you know what kind of idiot you are for putting yourself willingly into this position? You know you don't have much longer to live, don't you." It wasn't a question, and Xander felt himself pale even more. Most of the time he tried desperately not to think about the future...or lack of one.

Sighing, Spike unbuckled his belt and began to unfasten his jeans. "Well, get up here."

Xander climbed onto the bed, wincing as his abraded knees touched the soft blanket--strange how pain was the norm and comfort actually...hurt. Parting Spike's legs, he lowered himself onto his stomach--and his erection which he had been striving to ignore. Carefully lifting the vampire's cock free from the jeans, he ran his tongue along the length, swirling it around the head.

Spike settled himself comfortably, closing his eyes and trying to imagine it was Drusilla's tongue lapping at his balls. Although he had his sire's permission to use his slave, Spike hadn't bothered--wanting only one person.

But...he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth...or keep a gift horse's mouth off his willy.

As Spike's cock began to swell, Xander lowered his mouth over the tip, sucking the cool flesh to the edge of his throat. His fingers caressed the vampire's heavy balls, as his mouth worked up and down, his tongue pressing against the sensitive glans on each up stroke.

His own cock throbbed against his belly, but he forced himself not to squirm, concentrating on relaxing his throat. Spike reached full erection and Xander sucked his cock like a popsicle, his lips making smacking noises. He exhaled heavily through his nose, as his fingers squeezed and rubbed Spike's delicate sac.

Spike groaned, wishing his hips moved better so he could buck upwards and slam his cock down the boy's eager throat. Harris had gotten better at this over the weeks in captivity. He knew just where to press his tongue, just when to deep throat.

With a growl of lust, Spike came, shooting his semen down Xander's gulping throat. As he pulled his mouth up, sucking on the tip, Xander felt his own orgasm hit and his hips pumped into the bedding.

Gasping for air, he let Spike's cock slip free of his mouth and closed his eyes. A few moments passed as he drew deep breaths of oxygen into his lungs, and then he realized he was laying in his own cum.

Horrified, Xander shot to his knees, glancing down at his wet stomach and limp cock. "Oh, no... Oh, please, master, please don't tell. I'm sorry," he babbled, his eyes flashing to Spike.

Relaxed from a long overdue orgasm, Spike glanced down the boy's thin body and smirked. "Have an accident?"

"Please...I wasn't supposed to...I didn't have permission...oh God..." Tears streamed from Xander's eyes and he wrapped his arms around his chest, rocking on his knees.

Spike sighed and pulled himself up into a seated position, carefully tucking his cock back into his pants. "Fuck kid, I don't care that you came, though you can bloody well remake my bed.

"Yes, of course," Xander babbled in relief. He scrambled off the bed and ran to the dresser where linens were kept for the invalid's room.

"Though, if you weren't supposed to come, I suggest you make yourself hard again pretty damn fast." Spike grabbed his wheelchair and lifted himself into it.

Dragging sheets from a drawer, Xander nodded rapidly in understanding, and hurried back to the bed to change the wet bedding, his ears trained for the sound of Angelus approaching. As he stripped off the soiled sheets and blanket, and used them to wipe the semen from his body, he tried to think erotic thoughts, but there was something completely lust-dousing about cum-soaked bedding.

As he tugged a clean blanket out of the drawer to spread on the bed, one hand went to his cock, pumping it quickly.

Xander gaped down at himself and jerked harder, hissing as his fingers caught on the ring.

"Shit..." Spike rolled forward and knocked the boy's hand away. "I'm only doing this because Angelus will take it out on me, too." His hand wrapped around Xander's cock and pumped gently.

The cool palm and delicate fingers--so different from his own hot, sweaty hand--sent a tingle of desire through Xander. Clenching his hands into fists, he lowered his eyes and watched his cock begin to expand. He nearly cried in relief, but forced himself to concentrate on getting erect and staying that way.

When the cock in his hand reached full erection, Spike released it and rolled backwards. Xander dropped to his knees, picking up the chain so he wouldn't crawl on it. Gratitude flooded him.

Nodding in understanding, Xander exited the room on his hands and knees, heading for his master's suite...clearing his mind of all thought, preparing himself for whatever came next.

As Xander entered the house, Buffy scrambled down the hill, blinded by tears. She couldn't believe what she had witnessed. It was worse than anything she could have imagined. In her nearly innocent mind, even death was better than becoming what Xander had become.

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Laure Alexander - lara@sunflower.com

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