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Dead Soul
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/horror
Pairings: Spike/Drusilla, Spike/Sunday, Drusilla/Sunday, Spike/Drusilla/Sunday
Warnings: BDSM, non-consensual sex, violence, bloodplay, language, f/f slash,
inappropriate humor - all the good stuff
Disclaimers: Story and chapter titles are titles of Blondie songs. (I thought
about being careful with song dates and such but, like Spike, I got bored. Any
anachronisms are either intentional or so the hell what.) The usual disclaimers
for both characters and song titles. The only things I own are the things I
steal from dorm rooms. No, that sweater doesn't make you look fat. It just makes
you look purple
Distribution: Want? Take, have. But please let me know where
Feedback: Keeps the bloodlust in check, mailto:deadsoul820@aol.com
or drop me a comment on my LiveJournal, Dead Soul
Summary: Spike, Drusilla and Sunday in New York City, 1977. Ever wonder where Sunday (BtVS, Season 4, "The Freshman") came from? Why her fashion sense seems familiar, not to mention her attitude? She tells her story.
With a few claps and sharp words, Drusilla dismissed the minions who fell over themselves in their haste to obey her and leave. They left me alone with Drusilla and Spike, wondering what my reward would be. With them, there was no telling.
Oddly for that time, although I find nothing odd about it now, of course, I paid no mind to the poor humans chained up at the other end of the room. There was nothing I could do for them, the ones who were still alive anyway, and nothing I could think about besides how to survive, myself. I had no doubt that making any appeals on their behalf would quickly see me joining them. I resolutely put them out of my mind.
Dru stood and jerked on my leash, pulling me to my feet. Spike stood as well and took the leash from Drusilla. "I'll hold her while you get the toys," he drawled, surreptitiously running a hand under my skirt and over my bare ass. "Just the little box should be enough for now."
Dru fairly skipped to the far end of the room, pausing there only long enough to have a quick bite from one of the chained women before rummaging around in the large trunk from which Spike had taken the black candle the other night. She pulled out a small, highly polished wooden box and skipped back to Spike and me. By this time Spike had two fingers deep inside me and while I was careful to let nothing show on my face, I could feel my knees weakening.
"Oh, do pull your fingers
out, Spike," she said fussily as she put the box down on the table closest
to the couch. "It's not ready for that yet. You're always so impatient."
He withdrew his fingers casually and brought them to his mouth. Between licks
he said, "Just warming her up, sweetness. And nice and warm she is."
Dru wasn't paying any attention to him; she was rummaging in the box, pulling items out and laying them aside on the table. To herself, she said "I'll have this and this and, no, not this, and maybe this. This I'll save for later…." When she had everything she wanted, she closed the box and set it on the floor.
The first things she used on me were a pair of leather manacles, or whatever manacles for ankles are called, with ropes attached. While Spike held me steady, she took one ankle and after fastening the cuff around it, tied it one of the legs of the couch. She repeated the action on my other ankle, tying it to the leg at the opposite end of the couch. This caused me to stand with my feet very far apart and forced the leather mini skirt to ride up high on my hips, barely covering my bare pussy and ass. Spike held me for the moment it took for me to find my balance in such an odd position.
Next Dru passed an odd glove-like looking thing made of black leather to Spike. It mostly resembled a long tube that laced up the side. He took this and threaded both of my arms behind me into it. As he laced it shut, it covered both my lower arms up to the elbow, pulling my elbows together and drawing my shoulders back in a way that pushed my leather covered breasts up and out to the point where they were only barely covered by the leather anymore. Looking down, which wasn't easy with my arms in that position, I could see a little of the dark area around my nipples peeking over the edge of the bustier.
Dru took each of the tabs of the zippers running under my breasts and pulled them. The leather cups fell away; leaving my breasts completely bare above the black leather that still covered my midriff.
I was helpless, frightened and very, very turned on. My nipples were stiffening in the cool air and I could feel that same cool air caressing the wetness between my legs. Drusilla stepped close to me and again kissed my lips. I felt no shock or shame this time. I returned the kiss immediately, opening my mouth to her, sucking on her tongue, then thrusting mine into her mouth to flick the roof, trace her teeth, twine with her cool nimble tongue.
She was holding my head as we kissed, her hands plunged into my hair, long spidery fingers massaging my scalp, but I felt two more hands reach from behind me to close over my breasts, wriggling between our two close-pressed bodies. Spike was kneeling on the couch behind me, his chest pressing against my back, his hard cock grinding against my ass, next to my bound hands.
He kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples as I arched my back to push them into his hands. I moaned into Dru's mouth as Spike began to bite my neck and shoulders, taking small nips and nibbles, worrying the sensitive place where my neck joined my shoulder, then licking up my neck to my ear, biting the lobe, breaking the skin so a thin trickle of blood started which he quickly lapped up.
Although it was awkward, I used my bound hands to rub his cock, scratching it through the denim. He removed one hand long enough to unzip and free himself, then reinserted his hand between me and Dru, only this time turning it to fondle her breast - I could feel the back of it against me, rubbing me. I drew one of my long nails along the underside of his cock, making it jump; he bit my neck harder in response. I pinched the head of it, feeling slippery fluid ooze out between my fingers, just a few drops. I spread the fluid over the head, as more oozed out, spreading it farther, using the slipperiness to pump his cock between my tethered hands.
Drusilla ended the kiss and stepped away. Her gown was disarranged where Spike had been fondling her breast and she left it that way, one breast uncovered. Small, white and round, the nipple was hard and pale pink. I wondered what it would taste like. "Spike," she said warningly, distracting him from what he was doing to me, what I was doing to him. He straightened and stepped off the far side of the backless fainting couch, zipping himself up as he came around to stand next to Dru. He rearranged her dress for her, pressing a quick kiss on her bare breast before pulling the bodice back over it.
She scrutinized me, looking me over as I stood there, legs far apart, arms tight behind my back. "It needs something pretty, something sparkly," she said, turning to the table where she'd lain the things she had taken from the wooden box. She selected something and turned back towards me. "Hold it still, Spike," she said, "This will hurt it."
Spike put one arm around the back of my shoulders, holding the one opposite to him and held me tight across the waist with the other. Dru held what looked like a long delicate chain with rhinestones between the links between her hands. She took one end of the chain and held it to my left nipple. There was a wicked looking alligator clamp with sharp teeth attached to the end of the chain. Spike moved his hand from my waist and pinched my nipple, stiffening it, holding it, and me, still. She pressed the ends of the clamp together, opening its little, vicious-looking mouth. I shrank back against Spike's arm, a spasm of fear and desire shooting through me in anticipation of the bite.
I wondered if it would be easier if I closed my eyes, but I couldn't. I could only watch in horrified fascination as she positioned the open toothy mouth of the clamp around my hard nipple. The action of her releasing the clamp came through my eyes and into my brain almost in slow motion, I saw the teeth bite into my flesh seconds; it seemed before the message of pain got from my nipple to my brain. But when it did get there it was screaming and so was I.
My knees crumpled, I would have fallen on my face if Spike hadn't held me up. With every beat of my heart, with every pounding pulse, my blood would try to force itself through my clamped, bleeding flesh and new waves of pain would scream through me. At this point, passing out seemed like something much to be desired. But no such luck. As I came to learn during my time with Spike and Drusilla, the point at which the pain could make me faint would be pushed further and further each time I was tested.
I had screamed myself hoarse while they stood and watched until I finally came to a gasping silence. The throbbing in my nipple was just barely more tolerable. I took a deep breath and steadied myself on my feet. I wished I hadn't. Spike immediately took hold of my other breast, thumbed the nipple to erectness and Drusilla quickly clamped it, too. I won't bore you repeating the description of the pain; suffice it to say that it was no less intolerable the second time around.
When I was once more in control of myself, Dru came to me and stroked my cheek, crooning, "There, there, dear. All better now, all pretty. See, Spike, how pretty it looks?"
"Pretty as a picture, love. Can I fuck her now?" came the leering reply as he reached around to gather some of my blood from the tiny rivulets running from my nipples. In my left ear I could hear him suck it from his finger before he reached down to give my nipple a gentle brush that sent fresh waves of pain zinging through me.
"Spike, Spike, always so impatient. Will you never learn that what comes before is more fun than the carnal relations?"
"Guess not. You'll have all the time you want to play with Sunday while I'm gone, but I've got to head out before dawn. Places to go, slayers to kill. Tell you what, I promise you that if Sunday's still alive when I get back, we'll play with her as long and hard as you want - make a party of it, a dead Slayer party."
She turned and spoke to me, "My Spike's going to kill another Slayer. I'm so proud of my darling." I tried to look properly impressed, I had no idea what she was talking about and was myself more than ready to be done with the before stuff and get on with the fucking. As the pain had ebbed to a tolerable level, the continuing throbbing was sending my cunt a message of lust, of need, of emptiness needing to be filled.
Drusilla sank gracefully into the leather club chair and waved a languid hand at Spike and me. "Do whatever you want with it. I shall just watch you."
With a growl, Spike leapt on me, tumbling me back over the couch. My ankles were still tied to its legs and my head and shoulders were hanging over the back of it, my bound hands trapped underneath my body.
He slid down my body, the rhinestones on the clamps and chain catching in the fabric of his shirt, tugging my nipples painfully. He continued to slide down between my knees and pushed up my short leather skirt. Using both hands he spread my pussy open and attacked it with mouth, tongue and teeth. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he let go with one hand long enough to reach up and wrap the chain attached to the clamps on my nipples around it. When he returned his hand to my cunt, the chain pulled hard on my nipples, but the pain became only one part of the pleasure he was giving me with his mouth, one part in the overall harmony of lust and need and blood and sex and mouths and cunts and fear and want and death and pain and pleasure and pleasure and pleasure.
I was screaming again, my breathing harsh and ragged. I was so close to coming and I could tell it would be an orgasm to make all previous orgasms seem as about pleasurable as a good sneeze. I was almost, almost, almost…. He stopped.
My growls of frustration
lasted only as long as it took him to rise up on his knees, unbutton, unzip,
push down his pants and plunge his thick cold cock into me. He fucked me so
hard it felt like it would come out my throat. He fucked me so fast that I imagined
all Drusilla would be able to see would be the white blur of his ass as he pounded
me.
He reached up and yanked a clamp off one of my nipples, replacing the clamp's
teeth with his own, chewing it like a stick of gum, sucking it like a narrow
straw in a really thick milkshake.
The force of my orgasm began in my toes, traveled up my legs and hit my cunt with the force of all of god's natural disasters rolled into one. But it didn't stop there - the waves continued to rise up my body and just as the tsunami force of it was about to blow out the top of my head, he sank his fangs into my nipple and drew great whopping mouthfuls, cupfuls, bucketfuls of my blood out through my tit, flooding my cunt with his cold semen.
Fainting seemed the only logical thing to do at this point, so I did. The last thing I remember was the sound of Dru's delighted applause.
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