Message-ID: <12482eli$9806251329@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12482.txt> From: kaotick@aol.com (Kaotick) Subject: Challenge For Dominance (Buffy Fanfic, MM, Heavy D/s, Torture) (1-4) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998062417000600.NAA02683@ladder01.news.aol.com> Author's Notes: This is a story set in the realm of the TV Series "Buffy The Vampire Slayer." It is not for those who fantasize about Buffy and Co. in an all-chick daisy chain or those who prefer PWP (porn without plot). What it IS is an alternate take on Spike's rivalry and jealousy of Angelus and his relationship with Dru. All the characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, The situation is my own and I do not intend to infringe on anyone's copyright. This story is archived at: WWW.bestweb.net/~salii/UCSL (Originally posted to the "UnConventional 'Shippers List) Please do not archive or repost without permission. All reproduction rights reserved by the Author. *********************************** "Challenge For Dominance" By: Rev. Jefe of the Church of Hector Part One "The stars, they look all too near..." sighed Drucilla, lying on her back atop a dining table whilst staring at the ceiling. "You're quoting poor mucicians again, darling, not to mention the fact that there's a ceiling in the way...." Spike turned his chair and wheeled toward the door. Of course he could walk, but no need to drop his charade and lose the only real bit of attention Dru had paid him lately. He looked down the walkway of their latest haven, awaiting Angel's return with his dinner. Sighing again he rolled backwards from the door, resigned to the fact that Angel was out having his fun while he (due to his "injury") was confined to quarters with a centuries-old mental case...not that he didn't love her dearly, it was just that...well...after quite a few decades of her nonsensical ramblings and such she did tend to grate on the nerves. But love was love...especially when it meant the difference between winning or losing this little grudge match with Angel. Thoughts raced through Spike's head. "How can I show him up? How do I win without losing a potent ally against the Slayer? What can I do to both humilate and win his respect, as well as impress Drucilla?" And with that it came to him: Show his prowess on Angel, in front of Dru, and prove himself the "pack-alpha" of sorts once and for all... "Honey, I'm ho-ome!" Angel boomed from the doorway, a dripping burlap sack clutched in his hands. In an instant Dru had vacated her position of the past hours atop the table and rushed to his arms, causing the the sack to fall to the floor forgotten as the mad vampiress covered Angel's face with soft kisses. "Yes yes, welcome home indeed, what'd you bring me for dinner Angelus?" "Aren't we the testy one tonight, Spike ol' boy? Someone not getting enough lovin'?" Angel teased, picking up and tossing the sack at Spike's feet. Out of the bag rolled a small child, no more than five years old, as well as a trio of puppies who couldn't have been more than 8 weeks apiece. Spike reached for the body of the child, but was quickly stopped by Angel's body interposed betwix himself and his potential meal. "Have you no class, Spike? The lady receives the choice portion, friend...." and with that he gestured for Drucilla to begin feasting upon the toddler . "These" he said, handing Spike the slain and mostly gutted dogs "are your meal." Shamed once again, Spike retired to a corner with his (far from satisfactory) meal. "I didn't like Chinese Food when I was alive..." he muttered to himself as he attempted to become sated on the animals' remaining blood. He glanced over the room, past Drucilla's smiling and blood-caked face, and to the bedroom door. Through the slit in the crack in the doorway he saw Angel begin to undress, and slowly began to work his way accross the room toward the half- opened door. "Take him now, Dru will be watching, and your leadership will go unquestioned..." he whispered to himself. He stole a glance at Dru as he approached, she was blissfully sucking away at her meal, but would be easily distracted at the slightest disruption. If she only knew the disruption about to ensue... Angelus stood naked, admiring himself in his room. Spike paused a few feet from the door, out of Angel's line of sight. "Angelus? Could you come here please?" Angel's head appeared in the crack of the doorway, his body obscured by the door itself. "What, Spikey? I'm changing clothes, gotta look my best for Dru tonite..." "See, that's what I'd like to talk to you about, it seems there's been a bit of a misunderstanding lately..." Spike replied. "Misunderstanding? There's no misunderstanding on my end, oh leg-less wonder..." "Ah, but there is" returned Spike, "What you don't seem to understand is that...." Spike swallowed hard, it was now or never... ***** Part Two Spike lunged from his chair, crashing shoulder first into the door, knocking Angel back a few steps. As Spike and Angel both fought to regain their balance, Drucilla dropped the now bloodless child and sat with rapt attention as her two companions began to square off. Spike's wiry frame seemed outmatched by the other, more muscular, vampire. Despite his advantage in size, Angel was handicapped by the element of surprise and sheer ferocity Spike used to press his own advantage. Angel contiued to stumble backward, falling on his back and feeling somewhat vulnerable in his state of undress. Spike continued to advance on him, an almost feral glint in his eye. "Is that fear I smell, Angelus? Have you gone so long without any challenges to that swollen ego of yours that a puny threat like me actually scares you? Pathetic. If you thought that shagging that bloody cunt of a Slayer would earn my respect..." He spit on the ground, continuing his approach with his fists balled, "You, Mr. Vampire-Come-Lately, spent far too much time enjoying the fact that you had a soul. You, Angelus, lack the balls to properly lead a bpy- scout troop, let alone a coterie of blood-drinking nocturnal marauders. You, my boy, need to be taught a lesson..." And with that he was upon him, his fists beating bloody dents into a rather surprised face. After a hearty pounding Spike sunk his nails into the flesh of his rival's chest, catching him underhand just below the collar-bone, and lifted him to his knees. There Angel hung, stunned by the sudden attack. Had he prepared for the initial blows he might've been able to defend against his smaller opponent, but as it stood now he was impaled on Spike's fingers and completely at his mercy. With a mighty heave Spike propelled Angel, now bleeding from multiple wounds in his face and chest, out the door of the room and back into the living room where he bounced head-first off a wall, crashed into a standing lamp, and eventually fell face down to the carpet. Spike, hands bloody and eyes wild with rage, emerged from the room to find Angel unconcious amid a growing pool of blood. The white-haired vampire lifted his badly beaten foe by the hair and dragged him to the table where Drucilla sat. Dru, although insane, was by no means stupid and quickly vacated her perch rather than face the wrath of her compatriot. Spike, almost beyond normal communaction by now, kicked the corpse of the child clear as he slammed Angel face down onto the table. Leaving Angel's unconcious figure bent at the waist over the table, Spike hurried to his room and retrieved a roll of packing tape and marched back to his fallen foe. Once there he proceeded to stretch Angel's arms above his head where he securely fastened them with the tape to the top of the table-legs at the far end of the table. Continuing on his mission he then taped Angel's ankles to the bottom of the table-legs, thus restraining him at a right angle over the table's top. As the initial adrenaline rush began to wear off, the thin vampire began to regain his senses. He stood triumphant over the prone and nude figure of his rival Angelus, gloating in what was to be the first of many humiliations he had planned for this night. He looked over the battered, bleeding and imobilized vampire with a wicked grin and then promptly sat back, propped his feet up on the table just inches from Angel's bloodied and bruised face. "Now, we wait..." he mused to himself, as Drucilla stared in morbid fascination at the scene slowly unfolding. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------ Part Three "Wha...what's going on?" Angel croaked as conciousness slowly returned. His left eye had swollen shut, and the caked blood around his other eye was making actual sight a bit of a problem. What he could make out was Drucilla sitting on Spike's lap, in a chair at the end of a table he was obviously bound to. "Oh, good morning sleepy head." Spike said, grinning a toothy smile he'd cultivated for just such an occasion. He rose, ushering Dru from his lap where he dipped her low into a deep kiss, making sure to remain in Angel's line of sight. "You missed all the fun. There was a knock-down drag-out brawl right here, and guess what we discovered? That you, that would be Angelus the Bitch, couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag with a map and a flashlight!" "Fuck you, Spike!" Angel spat, and thus reopening a wound on his lip which began to dribble onto the table. "Ah, cursing, crutch of the intellectually handicapped...but now that you mention it, that is essentially what I have planned for you..." Spike said, beginning a slow circle around the table. He came to a stop behind Angel and clapped twice. In an instant Drucilla had produced a small wooden box marked "Dru's Toy Chest" in childish scrawl, and layed out an array of her "toys" on the table in front of Angel's face. Although it was more than hazy, he was sure he could make out an assortment of blades and whips. "Ah, this will do nicely my lovely assistant." Spike said, holding a well-crafted scourge up to the light. The piece was nice indeed, with each tail in the flog made of braided leather and knots of barbed wire fastened to each end. Spike slowly traced circles into his victim's back, the steel on the ends dragging but not breaking skin. SMACK! The blow landed accross the small of Angel's back, tearing into the flesh. Angel's feeble attempt at crying out went unheard as Spike returned to tracing his circles, this time trailing blood from new wounds accross the bare skin. SMACK! Again the scourge fell, this time accross the shoulders, marring the flesh with another jagged set of gashes. Repeatedly it fell, drawing blood until Angel's back resembeled something akin to ground beef. Blood pooled between his shoulders, and Dru strolled over to run her fingers through the puddle before gesturing for Spike to continue. Dropping the whip, Spike placed his hand in the pool Dru had played in mere seconds before and traced a line from the pool to the top of Angel's anal-cleft. He allowed the blood to slowly trickle down the crack, then he repeated the process. Again and again, until blood seemed to drip continuously from Angel's ass. Once there was enough blood there, Spike began the torture in earnest. He rubbed the warm liquid into Angel's puckered anus, slowly inserting a finger, then two. Angel inhaled sharply at the invasion. He felt his lining tear as Spike slid in three, then all four fingers, stretching the hole far beyond human or unded capacity. Fresh blood from torn flesh lubricated his hand as Spike balled his fist and rammed it in fully, leaving it in place and allowing the sphincter to close over his wrist. Once he felt Angel relax he tore his hand away sharply, and grinned as he watched the hole attempt to find it's original shape to no avail. Spike took his bloodied hand and backhanded Angel across the cheek with a wet "Splat!" "Have I impressed upon you the importance of leaders, being me, and followers, meaning you, yet?" Spike asked, shaking the excess blood from his hand. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------ Part Four Angel's swollen jaw made a reply nearly impossible, but for all intents and purposes the whimper he emitted showed he was close to submission. Spike made his way around the table, a wicked grin on his face. He stopped behind his victim and crouched to observe the damage done. What he saw surprised and intrigued him, not so much the actual damage he had caused but it's apparent effect on Angel. "So, little Angelus isn't so little is he? Was it the flogging or the fisting that made you get so hard?" Spike rose and stepped back to contemplate the situation. He reached between Angel's legs and massaged the sack, then proceeded to squeeze quite hard. "You get off on pain, Angel?" Spike chuckled a bit. "Dru, darling, bring me the toybox. I have an idea...." Angel made little effort to struggle; whether from fatigue or 'other reasons' was unclear. Spike reached into the box and withdrew a set of aligator-clips attached to wires, which he connected to the flesh of Angel's testicles. He then fit the Pleasure-Sheath harness over Angel's cock and clipped it around his waist. Another set of clips connected to a pair of metal terminals on the sheath, allowing the battery in the box to power the vibrating/sucking action of the device. However, the same switch opperated the clips attached to Angel's flesh as well, sending a current into his balls while the machine pleasured him. Spike's face lit up with a maniacal grin as he flipped the switch. He walked around and placed his face near his defeated adversary. "You feel that, Angelus? It hurts so good, doesn't it? You like being my toy, DON'T YOU?!?! I'd best see you nodding, and soon boy..." Angel began nodding, as quickly as his bloodied state would allow. Spike continued "Are you enjoying this? Is Angel gonna cum soon?" Angel's face began to contort, this time not only in pain, but in pleasure as well. Spike walked to the opperating-box and twisted the dial increasing the power to both the sheath and the clips. When he returned to his position, Angel's eyes had rolled back as he neared orgasm. Then, with a shudder, it was over. Angel filled the sheath with his seed and collapsed on the table. Spike removed the apparatus and began cleaning up. He unbound Angel, rolling him onto his back and pouring the contents of the sheath down his throat as one last show of dominance. Once the mess was suitably clean Spike crooked his arm, which Dru took, and they retired to their bedroom. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>