1 comments/ 25771 views/ 4 favorites Revenge! Ch. 03 By: Magnificat Revenge is a dish best served hot; very hot! Pt. 3 (This is the third chapter in a series of six. Those of you who have read the first two chapters, know what you can expect. However the scenes depicted in this particular episode may not be to everybody’s taste. There’s BDSM, cuckolding, non-consent, anal rape and extreme violence so be warned! I recommend those that haven’t read the first two episodes do so before commencing with this one. Have fun and please let me know what you think of it by voting.) Prelude: Dawn As the trio of friends left the Magic Box, they made their way to Dawn’s house. However when they were out of earshot, Dawn spoke to her friends: “Okay let’s drop the charade guys. We’re not going to my home, okay. We’re going out tonight and no-one is going to stop us. Let’s party.” “You know Dawn, that sister of yours is going to kill us if she catches us. Let’s not go out tonight and go to your home anyway.” Kit tried to persuade her friend. “Look, I’m very much aware that Buffy is going to kill me, probably not you though. But that’s tomorrow. And I’ll worry about that later, but there’s no way in Hell that I’m going to stay inside tonight of all nights. Okay?” “Hey it’s your life Dawn.” Carlos said. “If you want to party, I’m game.” “But Carlos, Buffy is gonna hold us responsible.” Kit pleaded. “She may not kick our asses, but we may end up not seeing Dawn for a long time.” “Well it’s up to you Dawn. What’s it gonna be?” “Let’s PARTY!!!” Dawn shouted. “Okay but it’s gonna be your ass, not mine.” Kit cautioned. Dawn was getting enthusiastic: “Now that we know we’re going out tonight, we need a plan. Carlos you’re the man with the plan.” “The Bronze?” “Nah, that’s the first place big sis is going to look. What else is there?” “There are some frat parties tonight. We could try to sneak into one of them.” “Hah, my sis is gonna ground me for the rest of my life for going out tonight. But she’s going to kill me if she catches me at a frat party. You know how many times she and the Scoobies got into trouble at frat parties?” “No, but you’re gonna tell us, right?” Carlos chuckled. “Like a gazillion times. There was the time she went into this frat house where they worshipping this snake demoness. And then there was the time this miniature hate demon almost killed everybody, which was also on Halloween by the way. And then…” “Okay Dawn, we get the picture. No frat parties. Sorority parties anyone? Nah, I thought so. Any alternatives?” They stood staring at each other expectantly for a few seconds, when Kit said: “A friend of mine is throwing a party at her house, while her parents are away. We could go there.” “Okay. It’s better than nothing I suppose.” Carlos said. “Is she also a freaky goth like you?” “No, I still have some normal friends, unlike you.” Carlos grabbed for his heart and staggered backwards: “Ouch that hurts.” “Come on you guys. Cut it out. Let’s get to this party before it gets dark.” Dawn ushered her friends in a new direction. “Let’s get changed at your place Kit.” The Summer’s residence Xander and Willow sat on the couch watching television with a big bowl of popcorn between them. “I love those Simpsons Halloween specials.” Xander said with his mouth full of popcorn. “Yeah I know what you mean. They’re really good.” Willow responded. She drew up her legs and hugged her knees. “They remind me of the old Twilight Zone episodes.” “That’s because some of them are based on Twilight Zone episodes. Like the episode in which Lisa’s science project… Oh, I get it.” Xander finally got the joke. “Geek alert! Geek alert!” Willow said while giggling. “I’ll show you a geek, miss I-know-more-about-computers-than-Bill-Gates.” Xander lunged for his friend and attempted to tickle her. Laughingly Willow grabbed a pillow and tried to fend him off. The wrestling duo ended up as a pile of struggling arms and legs on the ground. Willow was in a laughing fit and Xander struggled for breath.” God it’s good to hear her laughing again,” Xander thought, “I haven’t heard her laugh since Tara was killed half a year ago. Maybe she’s finally getting back to being good ol’ Wil.” The phone rang ad they were struggling to get up. They almost keeled over in surprise. After untangling himself from Willow, Xander grabbed the phone. “Summer’s residence. Xander Harris speaking.” “Hi Xander. Is little sis home already?” “Nope, what time is it?” Xander answered while looking at his watch. “Shit, it’s eight o’clock already?!?” “That little trollop. If I get my hands on her, I’m going to kill her.” Buffy was fuming. “Calm down Buf. Probably nothing wrong. She’s probably still closing up the Magic Box, and Anya will bring her over any sec.” However Xander wasn’t as convinced as he tried to sound. “If you want to, I’ll go over there and check things out.” “Would you? Thanks. I’m at the Bronze at the moment, but I see some future dust piles stalking the dance floor. So I can’t go to the Magic Box right now.” “No problem Bufster. Call us in another hour. I’m sure I’ll have her here by then. O.K?” “Thanks again. And Xander?” “Yes Buffy?” “Don’t take Willow with you, when you go the Magic Box. Understood?” “I know the routine Buffy, don’t worry about a thing she’s staying put.” “Thanks again. Bye.” “Bye Buffy and good luck.” “Call you in an hour.” As Xander hung up the phone, Willow asked: “She wants me to stay in and not look for Dawny?” “Yep, but it’s for your own good Wil. I’m going to the Magic Box first and if she’s not there I have to hit town. It’s just better if you stay inside.” “Stop treating me like a fucking porcelain doll! Dawn is my friend too and if she’s in danger I also want to help!” “Hush Wil. Hush. It’s okay. We know that you want to help. But we both know how fragile your emotional state is. You snapped once and almost killed the lot of us.” As Xander said this he put his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes. “I won’t do…” Willow protested weakly. “Hush. I know you won’t, but why take the risk. You know what Giles said about your recuperation.” “One step at a time?” “Yes Willow, one step at a time. Come here, you cutie face. Let’s hug.” Xander opened his arms and took her in a bear hug. “Let’s take it one step at a time.” “Okay if you say so.” “Now you make yourself a hot cup of cacao and watch some more Simpsons episodes. Me and Dawny will be back in half an hour. How does that sound?” “Sounds good, but I think I will go to bed instead and have a quiet nap.” “Whatever you want. I’ll wake you in an hour if you want to.” “That’s good. Then the three of us watch the rest of that Simpsons tape.” Xander hugged her tightly one more time kissed her on the forehead and grabbed his coat. “See you in an hour sleeping beauty.” Willow smiled at that last remark and opened the door for him. “He’s the best thing in my life at the moment. Without him I surely would’ve lost it in the past few months. He’s everything a woman could wish for in a man. Why can’t Anya see that?” She closed the door behind him. “Bye, see you later.” “Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Xander turned around and walked into the darkening evening. The Magic Box episode 2 Just as the disembodied spirit of the demoness flew out through the façade of the Magic Box in search of her next victim, she sensed one nearby. It was the former fiancé of Anyanka. He was just two blocks away from the store and even without reading his thoughts she could guess his destination. This was perfect. She flew back into the store and materialised. She swiped her hand through the air and the pile of dust that was once Anya turned into a dust devil. She set the mini tornado sailing through the store and deposited it into an open urn. After closing the urn, she walked over to Jason’s body. “What to do with you, my love?” With a snap of her fingers she made him levitate and flew him straight through the curtain of the backroom. A few more waves of her arms cleaned up the remaining mess. As a coup-de-grace she transformed herself into the spitting image of her former nemesis. She walked over to the counter and started scribbling in the ledger, eagerly awaiting her prey. A knock on the door signalled Xander’s arrival. “Come in, I left the door open.” Xander opened the door and entered the store. His nose immediately noticed the musky scent of sex in the air. Anya hadn’t been at it again with Spike, had she? Nah, couldn’t be. Probably some magic potion which got spilled or something. “Hi Anya, how are you?” His heart started beating faster as he saw her in the dim light of the half lit store. The pain of seeing the woman he loved, being angry with him, hurt more than he cared for. What a fool he had been to leave her at the altar. What had he been thinking? With a chill in her voice Anya welcomed him: “Hi Xander, what are you doing here? I was just closing up.” “Uhm, I am looking for Dawn. She’s not home yet and Willow and I got worried. Is she helping you close up.” “No, she just left fifteen minutes ago with her friends she promised she would head home directly.” “But I didn’t pass her on the way over here. If she would’ve come home directly, our paths would’ve crossed.” “Not necessarily dear. She and Carlos would drop off Kit at her home along the way. So she probably took a slight detour.. But she must have arrived home by now. Why don’t you call to check?” “Okay thanks Ann.” Said Xander as he walked over to the phone. While he had is back turned to her, the demoness made a few small hand gestures and worked her magic. Her appearance altered slightly, so now she had Willow’s mouth and vocal cords. She then voiced a sentence, though no sound was heard coming from her mouth. “Willow Rosenberg, Summer’s residence speaking.” “Hello Willow, Xander here. Is Dawn home already?” “I thought that was you. Yeah, she came in just five minutes ago. She’s gone to her room to change.” “Okay, well then I’ll be along shortly. Maybe I’ll help Anya clean up. See you later.” Lilith’s face quickly transformed back to Xander’s former fiancé and as he had turned around to face her, she appeared as lovely as he had ever seen her before. “Well?” “Dawn is safe and sound. Willow said she arrived five minutes ago.” “So you can go home now?” “Well I thought I’d stick around and help you clean up. Then we can go to Buffy’s place together.” “You and me? Together? What’s happening to you Xander? Coming back on your decision? Hmm?” A wicked, but also very seductive smile, crossed her lips as she said it. “Ann cut that out. We talked about this before and we always end up having a fight.” She picked some stray thoughts from his brain. Now she knew his weaknesses to use against him: his insecurity. “Yes you’re right Xander. But that was the basis for our whole relationship, wasn’t it?” “What are you talking about Ann?” “Fighting… Fighting and fucking. All we did while we were together. The basis for our relationship was fighting and fucking!” “No we did more than that Anya. We… Uhm. We talked a lot. And we cuddled.” “Yeah, yeah. When we talked it was after sex and we ended up in a fight eventually. And when we cuddled it was to make up after a fight and the we ended up having sex. Let’s face it. We were good for only two things: fucking and fighting! And I wonder who’s fault that was.” Anya’s grim grin suddenly got even nastier. “Well, you’re not the easiest person to get along with Anya.” Xander replied insecurely. “DON’T YOU DARE blame it on me Xander Harris! I talked to Willow about our relationship and our problems. And you know what she said?” “Uhm…” Xander was at a loss for words. “It’s a rhetorical question dumb ass, just don’t answer. I told her about how I thought that we were always fighting and that I thought it was all my fault. Me being a former demon and all. Me not being all that familiar with all the subtleties of human language, such as figure off speech, innuendo and being subtle in general. I know I have a habit of putting my foot in my mouth, but I am getting better at being more careful with what I say.” “Yes you are Ann.” “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! You know what Willow said? That it wasn’t me. That it was you. That you and Cordelia also were always fighting, when you two were going steady. When you weren’t making out in cupboards, you were shouting each other’s heads off. Does that sound familiar Xander Harris? Well it should. It sounds just like our relationship, doesn’t it?” “Nnn nno no. We were never like Cordy and me, we were. Uhm…” Xander was getting really uncomfortable under the barrage of words that came from the venomous mouth of his ex-girlfriend. “No we weren’t like that. I know. For one thing, we actually slept together, while you and Coredlia only practiced tongue wrestling. Boy was she stupid.” “What do you mean?” “I mean that she missed out on the only good thing you have to offer. Capiche?” “No, I don’t understand.” “I mean that the only good thing about you is dangling between your legs. The only thing I miss about you, is having sex with you. The others can say whatever they want about you behind your back. But there’s one thing you ARE good at. And that’s SEX.” “What others are saying behind my back?” “Yes you ninny, your so-called friends talk about you behind your back, and not all of it is flattering. But that’s beside the point. What I am trying to tell you, is that for all your other ineptitudes, you are able to satisfy a woman, and that’s not something I can say about a lot of men.” “Huh, what. You mean you’ve been to bed with other men?” “Yes of course. First there was Spike, but you saw that on live broadcast, didn’t you? I took him to break your heart, but also to fill a need. To scratch an itch so to say. But he didn’t satisfy me. I thought it was him. So I shopped around.” Xander was getting angry and insanely jealous, but he also discovered he had developed a raging boner in his pants. “So there was more than one?” “Yes, there was Tom, Dick and Harry. What the fuck do you care anyway? It’s none of your business. We’re over and done with, right?” “Well yes, but…” ”NO BUTS, Xander Harris. We’re not an item anymore. So what if I want to sleep around. Do you care that I am a total slut now that you’re gone? Well answer me damn it!” “Yes I DO care! I still have feelings for you. Is that what you want to hear Anya?” “Yes that’s exactly what I want to hear. But I didn’t need to hear you say it, I have been looking at how you feel about me for the past few minutes.” The demoness glanced downwards to his groin. “The telltale signs are there Xander, you still have the hots for me, don’t you?” “Anya, what do you expect. I’m a guy you know. We guys get hot and bothered at the merest sight of a bare patch of flesh.” “So it’s not little old me little Xander is getting exited about? He would’ve gotten all hard for any other girl, would he?” “Well no. I still care for you Anya. And so apparently does little Xander.” Xander said with an impish smile on his face. “So shall we do it?” As she said that, Anya bend over, grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her panties. “What? Right here and now?” Xander answered flabbergasted. “Yeah, why not. I haven’t had a really satisfying lay since we split up and you… Well, you’d like a piece of me, by the looks of it. So let’s do it.” Anya unclasped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. “Yeah, but.” Xander was protesting, but it came out feebly. His mind said no, but his body shouted yes. “Look Xander Harris. You can do me right now. After we’ve finished we get dressed and have no regrets. How about that? But be warned. This is your last chance.” She put her thumbs under the hem of her panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing she was a true blonde. At the same time she released a waft of pheromones, which sent Xander reeling. “Ann, let’s talk about it. This is not the wise thing to do. Oh God, I want you bad, but…” “Time for talk is over lover. Let’s put your money where your mouth is. Or rather put your mouth where my itch is.” She grabbed Xander by the back of his neck and with a strength uncommon for such a slender frame pushed him down on his knees. She bent over and kissed him on the lips, then pushed his head into her womanhood. “Now start licking and make me cum, you slut.” Xander heard her words and knew he should feel humiliated, but as soon as his nose touched the drenched pubic hair his arousal overwhelmed him. He realised he was lapping at her like a thirsty Labrador and he couldn’t stop himself. With her cum running down his chin onto his chest and shoulders, he felt his head being pushed deeper inside her hot twat. “Look who’s a slut now. You love this, don’t ya? Being treated like a slut boy. The slut boy you really are. You are a slut boy, aren’t you?” “Hmmm.” Xander tried to say something but he had his mouth full. “Don’t talk while you’re eating, slut boy.” Anya laughed scornfully. “I’ll give you something else to eat now.” She let go of Xander’s head and turned around. She put one of her hands on the counter and bent over. The other hand she used to spread her ass cheeks. “Come on slut boy, what are you waiting for? Eat my ass. Give the mistress a rim job.” Xander sat there daze and confused. Every last bit of rationality in his brain screamed to stand up and tell the bitch fuck off. However all his instincts told him to obey these commands. In the end the animal in him won. He crawled over to him mistress and buried his face in the crack of her ass. “Oh yes, very good slut boy. Stick your tongue up my sphincter. Good boy. Yesss!!! Please your mistress.” It had been really easy. When she probed his mind, she discovered that beneath the outer layers of bravado a macho behaviour was a lot of insecurity. And deeply buried beneath those layers of insecurity was a submissive side he himself wasn’t aware of. That submissiveness was the reason he was attracted to a woman like Cordelia in the first place. Cordelia bitched him around and though he appeared to put up some resistance in front of his friends, most of the time he let it slide. He often even revelled in it, though he mistook those feelings for feelings of love, inexperienced in those matters as he was at the time. Anya never treated him with the contempt Cordelia did. They might have the occasional row, but they fought as equals, with Xander getting the upper hand as often as she. However that was not how Xander’s mind worked. He was a submissive and he needed a woman who could put him in his place. That was the reason he couldn’t go through with his marriage to Anya. He loved her, but he knew it wouldn’t have worked out in the long run. He needed a woman who would treat him like the worthless piece of shit he was convinced he was himself. And that was exactly what Lillith was giving him. It would get a lot worse before she was through with him. Xander was munching away on her puckered brown butt hole like it was the biggest delicacy of the world. Anya was making cooing sounds while he eating her ass and showed her delight. “Oh yes, bitch boy give it all you got. Go deeper. Yesss!!!” To her utter delight he obeyed her command and probed even further with his tongue, straining it in the process. “Yesss, make me come. Aahhhh.” Anya arched her back and pushed her ass even further backwards, smothering Xander as she had her orgasm. Xander kept on licking her anus as she recuperated and after a minute of panting, she said: “That was very good my little bitch, very good indeed. You know what bitch? I am going to reward you. Aren’t you pleased my bitch?” Revenge! Ch. 03 “Uh… Yes?” Xander answered confused. SLAP! With the back of her hand the demoness struck Xander in the face and sent him sprawling on the floor. “NOW YOU LISTEN GOOD BITCH! I AM YOUR MISTRESS! IF I ASK YOU A QUESTION, YOU WILL ANSWER ME WITHOUT HESITATION! AND YOU WILL CALL ME MISTRESS, IS THAT CLEAR BITCH?” There was true anger in her voice and her eyes flared with fury as she spoke. “Yes mistress.” Xander replied weakly. “O.K. now for your reward bitch. STRIP!” “Yes mistress.” Xander stood up and quickly started disrobing. SLAP He hadn’t even started unbuttoning his shirt when he was slapped in the face again and was felled to the ground by the unexpected force of it. “DID I TELL YOU TO STAND UP BITCH? UNDRESS LYING ON THE GROUND, WHERE YOU BELONG.” Xander undressed on the ground, having to contort himself while pulling off his tight fitting jeans. After a minute he was stripped down to his boxers. SLAP! Again he was sent reeling. “LOSE THOSE TOO!” Xander was quick to strip off his boxers after that. Anya walked over to a glass case and removed certain items from it. One she threw at Xander. “Put this on bitch boy.” Xander looked at the leash she had thrown him and after a second of hesitation he put it on. “Very good slut boy. Give it to me.” Anya held out her hand. Xander handed over the end of the leash. She then gave it a good yank so that he was pulled closer. With one swift movement she slipped a small lock through one of the holes in the neck band and clicked it shut. “This is so that you won’t get any funny ideas. Hold up you hands.” Almost involuntarily his hands came up. And with another swift movement she clasped a pair of handcuffs on him. Xander was so surprised with what was happening to him that he didn’t put up much resistance. He was completely unprepared for what came next. With a powerful push she shoved Xander stumbling backwards. He fell on his back and needed a few moments to regain his senses. This was more than enough time for Anya to jump on him, grab his legs and put them in a set of leg irons. As he was trying to get up she yanked his leash. She literally dragged him along to the solid oak display table in the centre of the store. There she bound the leash to a table leg. “So there you are. Exactly where you belong. Cold, naked, shivering, bound and imprisoned like the little piece of shit you are.” Xander indeed realised he was getting cold. He had never felt so humiliated in his life. As if reading his mind she shouted: “You feel humiliated? YOU FEEL HUMILIATED??? You know who felt HUMILIATED? ME as I was left at the altar by some miserable piece of shit. All the humiliation in the world will not be enough to make you feel as I did then. I am going to make you pay for what you did to me.” Xander didn’t dare to speak as she was pouring a flood of anger over him. For the first time in a long while he felt afraid. She was going psycho on him. “You know what Xander Harris? You know when I told you, that no-one could make me feel like you did. Well I was LYING! I thought you made me feel good, but then I had that encounter with Spike. And you know what sissy? He let me feel what I was missing. When I was with you. He showed what a real man can do to a woman.” “NOOOO!!!” Xander shouted. She gave him a kick in the face and he flew backwards almost choking on his leash. “Did I tell you, you could speak BITCH?!?” Xander was gasping for air as she resumed her tirade. “It was Spike who let me feel what a proper man could do to me. He is hung like a horse when compared to you, needle dick. He made me come kicking and screaming. And you know what I found out afterwards?” Xander was struggling to get back up, but she kicked him in the chest so he fell backwards. “I found out that almost any man could make me feel that good. After Spike was gone from Sunnydale I searched for some replacement and since I evidently wasn’t going to get it from you, I searched out some other men. And most, if not all, of them were better at getting my rocks off than you Xander Harris.” Xander again tried to get up, this time steeling himself for a kick in the head or chest. Anya however kicked him mercilessly in the groin. Doubling over in pain Xander fell to the ground again. “So I let myself be gangbanged by the college basketball team. That was good. I did some of your construction working buddies. They were good to me. I did Giles. He wasn’t bad for an old guy. Better than you anyway. I even went to bed with Willow, and you know what? She might not have a dick, but the orgasms she gave me with her fingers and tongue were way better than anything you ever did to me.” The scorn in her voice was frightening and the contempt in her eyes was excruciating for Xander. “You know what Xander Harris. Leaving me at the altar was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. If I would have married to you, I would have never felt what a real man can do to me.” Despite all the outward signs of submission and subjection there was one part of his body that revealed his true state of arousal. And again her foot landed squarely in it, doubling Xander over in torturous pain. “You are aroused by this, aren’t you ninny? You get a stiffy because your former lover tells you that you are less than a man? You get hard when you hear that you are even worse in bed than a woman? Hah, I got a surprise for you, you eunuch.” With a minor necromantic incantation she animated the corpse round back. With a minor illusion she changed his features. Finally she used a minor part of her own aspect to give him some personality. This all happened in the blink of an second and invisible to Xander’s eyes. “Hey Spike come from out of the back. You can reveal yourself.” The curtain moved aside and from behind it entered a man, who for all intents and purposes looked and acted like Spike. “Hi luv. Hey monkey boy how’s it hanging? Am I interrupting something. You two look like you’re having fun.” He swaggered over to Anya, took the cigarette from his mouth and gave her a kiss full on the mouth. “Give it to me.” Said Anya as she took the fag from his hand. She put it in her mouth inhaled deeply and coughed once. “Filthy habit Spike. You know what cigarettes are good for?” “No luv, tell me” “For punishing slaves.” She stubbed the cigarette out on Xander’s chest, who fell over screaming in pain. “Jeez gov you are a major sissy, aren’t you. When Anyanka here told me what a ninny really you were, I barely believed her. But I now see it with my own eyes. To bad the chip in my head makes me unable to hurt you, otherwise I would’ve liked to test how much you can take before you faint.” “Come on Spike, show this pussy what a real man looks like. Show your body.” Spike slowly started undressing. At the same time Anya dropped the final piece of clothing she was wearing; her blouse. Finally Spike dropped his boxers and all three were naked. Xander couldn’t believe his eyes when he looked at Spike’s bare body. There, between his legs, hung the biggest piece of uncircumcised equipment Xander had ever seen, and that included those seen in porno films. It must have been at least a foot long still flaccid and it was at least as thick as one of his own wrists. “Yeah admire it little girl. This is what a real man looks like. Yours isn’t even half as long is it?” “Come here lover boy.” Anya sank to her knees and took Spike’s tool in her hands. She handled it very carefully as if it was very precious. She looked up in worship as she took his penis in her mouth. “Yes luv, very good.” Spike looked from the worshipful eyes of Anya to Xander with a sneer on his mouth and contempt in his eyes. “Show your impotent ex here, what you can do with a real man’s cock.” With that he took Anya’s head between his hands and bucked his hips forwards so that his rapidly stiffening rod was shoved wholly in her mouth. Anya appeared to have some difficulty swallowing it all and almost choked on it. It found it’s way down her throat and Spike started pumping her face mercilessly. Anya moaned in pleasure at the rough treatment. “Yes pussy, watch and learn. This is how you pleasure a bitch.” Spike looked down at Xander’s stiff penis and let out a loud laugh. “Hah, but then you have to have the equipment to please your, and you lack in that department.” To emphasise that last remark he pulled his hard penis out of Anya’s mouth and used it to slap her in the face. It now was far longer than a foot, and far thicker than Xander’s wrists. Anya seemed to revel in the demeaning treatment she was getting. As the monstrous penis hit her cheeks, she cooed with pleasure. “Open up bitch and start sucking.’ Spike demanded and Anya opened her mouth as Spike shoved his monster in. Again she looked up in total worship as she sucked his dick in even deeper. “You know what I find ironic Xandie? Your former girlfriend was, as a demon, probably one of the first feminists. As a feminist she was a fundamental zealot, don’t you agree? Punishing men for misdeeds against women and such. I mean, Germaine Greer is submissive housewife by comparison, right. Well, what’s ironic is that this woman, who has been a zealous feminist for over a millennium, still became a total cum slut when she was faced with a true man, even while he is a male chauvinist pig. Well, isn’t that ironic?” Xander tried to show some defiance by remaining silent. “Hey answer me slut boy! No, you won’t answer me. Okay, that’s okay. You’re just intimidated by the presence of a real man. Don’t you think so hon?” Anya mumbled something incomprehensible as she kept on deep throating Spike. “See even the slut agrees. You are afraid of me. Wimp!” The demoness was enjoying herself. She was seeing events from two vantage points. One was looking up at Spike and could see Xander cowering from the corners of her eyes. The other looked down upon herself and had an even better view of her victim. However most information about him was gained from scanning his thoughts. His head was filled with despair and excitement. He felt utterly humiliated and his conflicting emotions of arousal and dread had him on the edge. It was just a matter of continuing down this line and he would become overwhelmed with either homicidal rage or suicidal despair. It was time for the next phase. “Get up my little slut.” Spike withdrew his penis from her mouth, put his hand under her chin and pulled her up. “Okay, now bend over and put you hands on the table.” Anya did as she was told. Spike slapped his humongous dick against her ass cheeks, smearing them with pre-cum and her saliva. Xander could see every detail of it, since he ass was only inches from his face. “Do you want it bad luv?” “Yesss!!! Please put that big monster of yours in my dripping wet pussy. Please make come.” Spike spread her ass cheeks, carefully aligned his missile and penetrated her cunt in one swift motion. Anya let out an ear piercing scream as he entered her and fell face forwards on the table. Tears ran down her cheeks and she was sobbing in pain as Spike started banging her mercilessly. “Stop it Spike you’re hurting her!” ”Shut up, you dumb fuck. She’s enjoying herself. This is the way she wants it. Don’t ya luv?” “Yeah sss…” Anya moaned while writhing in pain. “You see, she likes it rough.” Spike said as he bent over her and grabbed her nipples from behind. He started twisting them and Anya seemed to suffer even more than before. Spike picked up the pace as he fucked Anya and she seemed to be enjoying it more and more. The moans of pain slowly became moans of pleasure and her breathing became heavier. After a few minutes she started making odd noises and finally let out an ear piercing scream again. This time it was sheer ecstasy. “This is her first orgasm Xandie, and before I’m through she’s going to get a lot more. You should feel how tight her cunt muscles are gripping my dick. It’s like a vice, only better, or rather wetter. Hah!” Spike laughed at his own stupid joke and let go of Anya’s tits. He extracted his penis from her vagina, which made wet squishy sound. He grabbed her by the middle and flipped her over so she landed on her back on the table. The he enter her again. After a few good thrusts Spike grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her face towards his. “Come on, be a dear and give daddy a sloppy wet kiss.” Spike said as he planted his mouth on hers. Never braking pace he kept on fucking her in long swift strokes as he kissed her. Eventually saliva was dripping from the corners of their mouths and it dripped from their chins on her breast and collarbone. They kept on kissing until suddenly Spike arched his back and pushed Anya off him with tremendous force. She slammed into the tabletop with such force that the heavy oak table moved a few inches and Anya hollered in pain. Oblivious to any discomfort in to his partner Spike increased the tempo even further and while grabbing for her tits came like a torrent. Xander could swear that he could cum spurting out of Anya’s cunt with each inward thrust of Spike’s piston. Spike was just slowing down his pace as Anya came. Again she let out a scream in ecstasy. She crossed her legs behind Spike’s back and pulled him in her. She arched her back so that only her head was touching the table and thus she remained for a minute. Finally she let out a sigh and slumped onto the table. Spike withdrew from her and left her cunt gaping open. Thick streams of cum leaked from the opening down her legs. Xander stared at it in wonder. “Anya I think your bitch is thirsty.” Spike said while grabbing his smokes from his leather jacket, which lay on the ground. Anya slowly stirred as Spike lit up a cigarette. “I think your bitch boy would like have something to drink, don’t you luv?” A nasty smile crossed Anyanka’s lips as she got off the table. “Yes I think she’s starting to look dehydrated. Let’s give him something to lap up, like the good dog he is.” As she spoke, she walked over to the table leg and untied the leash. As soon as it was loose, she gave it a good yank and drew Xander’s face just in front of her crotch. “Okay, you’re a good boy. Now here’s your reward. You get to clean up the mess uncle Spiky has made. Isn’t it messy. NOW START LAPPING IT UP, BITCH!” And with a firm yank, she drew his face in her wet twat. Xander was gagging in revulsion but refused to open his mouth. Anya grabbed his head and pushed it in even further smothering him. If you don’t start lapping, you will not be allowed to breathe. Is that clear.” Xander tried to keep from inhaling. He’d rather faint than eat Spike’s cum. But instinct got the better of him and just as he was losing consciousness, Anya gave his head some leeway and he involuntarily opened his mouth and inhaled. He got in some air in his lungs before she push his head in her cunt again. Unable to close his mouth immediately he also sucked in a thick load of cum. He tried to spit it out, but Anya pushed his head even deeper in her flesh and thus he was unable to do so. He refused to swallow, but again he was getting desperate for air. The second time she gave him some breathing space he involuntarily swallowed. “Good boy. Look bitch. We can keep on going through these motions and eventually you will have eaten out my cream pie. You can also do it by yourself and spare yourself the discomfort of almost choking. So what’s it going to be?” Xander surrendered and slowly started eating out her juicy cunt. He shuddered as he felt the thick gobs of Spike’s cum roll across his tongue. But he clung onto the fact that eventually this all would be over. He tried to occupy his mind with other thoughts as he went through this ordeal, so he didn’t notice that Spike had snuck up on Anya. He approached her from behind and started fondling her breasts. Spike looked over her shoulder down upon Xander and bit her earlobe. Lillith was looking down upon Xander twice from almost the same vantage point. Inside both heads she laughed. Xander was oblivious to what was happening around him and that was just perfect for the next humiliation. With his hardening member in hand, Spike slowly inserted it in Anya’s anus. She let out a groan of pleasure and Xander thought it was his licking that did that. He only became aware that something was wrong, when he felt Spike’s balls hit his chin. “Oh my GOD! He’s fucking her ass!” Xander thought and struggled to free himself from his perilous position, but Anya’s vicelike grip held his head firmly in place. “ Oh Spike, I believe that our bitch doesn’t like what you’re doing.” “Be a dear and ask your cum slut to lick my balls, he might develop a taste for it.” Spike moaned into Anyanka’s ear just loud enough for Xander to hear it. “Now I’ll get him. If he gets near my mouth I bite his balls off. That’ll show him.” Xander thought as he heard Spike. But before he could finish this though, Anya yanked him up by his hairs and bitch slapped him twice in the face. “DON’T YOU DARE!!! Just lick his sack like a good little puppy, BUT IF YOU BITE HIM, I’LL MAKE YOU SUFFER! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?” Without waiting for a reply she shoved his head between her legs, where her smelly cunt and a hairy sack were waiting for his ministrations. “NOW LICK! BITCH!!!” A mind numbed Xander obeyed his former lover and started licking his lover’s cunt and her partner’s testicles. He had to gag at the thought. Spike laughed when he felt his nemesis lick his balls. “That’s a good boy. Lick your master’s balls.” Anya joined his laughter and both looked down upon him with disdain. Xander again tried to shut out all sensory input and to occupy his mind with something else. He became oblivious any and all that was happening around him. So he didn’t notice that after five minutes of constant oral stimulus Anya and Spike came again. This time unloaded his torrent of semen in Anya’s ass. After a few shots he withdrew from her anus and stuck his cock in Xander’s open mouth. The last few spurts shot directly down Xander’s throat, who only then became aware something was wrong. However it was too late by then. He almost choked as he gagged against the last blast of sperm to enter his throat. Spike withdrew his cock and Xander fell to the ground retching and gagging. He spat out the last drops of sperm in his mouth and got a kick against the head in return. “HOW DARE YOU SPIT OUT MASTER SPIKE’S HOLY SEED ON THAT DIRTY FLOOR?!?” Another two firm kicks against his head sent him reeling. “YOU WILL CLEAN UP THAT MESS, NOW!” Anyanka shouted and kicked him again to make her point. She dragged him by his leash back to the spot he had spit on the ground. “NOW CLEAN!” She put her feet on the back of his head and ground his face against the ground. Xander felt his nose break and intense pain shot through his face. Mentally broken, the pain barely registered and Xander started lapping up the semen and saliva. His tormentors stood over him and kissed intensely. “Now you’re going to eat out my ass and then I got another job for you.” Anya said as she again grabbed his hair and shoved his bruised and battered face in the crack of her ass. Without any further coercion he stuck his tongue in her dilated anus and started sucking out the semen and butt slime. Anya cooed as he hovered her ass and whispered something in Spike’s ear while she nibbled his lobe. “Fucking hell I’m not! I’m not a bloody fagot luv.” Spike replied loudly in surprise. “It’s one thing to let the bloody bitch nibble my nuts, while I’m giving it to you, but I’m not letting suck my dick.” “Oh come on Spike. You’re English. You know, all boy’s boarding schools and the stuff that goes on there.” Anya whispered as she stuck her tongue in his ear. Revenge! Ch. 03 “Proper country, wrong century. I didn’t go to a boarding school.” “Oh come on. No one doubts you are a prime example of heterosexual masculinity. Just think of how humiliating it will be to Xander.” “That argument appeared to win ‘Spike’ over. “Yeah, okay let him suck my cock like the little sissy he is. And you know what, if he can get me off, I might even reward him by buggering him. How does that sound?” “Sounds like a good idea dear.” Anya kissed him enthusiastically on the mouth in eager anticipation of the coming events. Xander was barely aware of what was being said and he was surprised when Anya stood up from his face. All of a sudden he felt Spike huge cock being pressed into his mouth. Even flaccid it would have done a bull proud and Xander’s mouth was stuffed to the brim. No amount of choking and gagging seemed to deter Spike and he slowly started humping his face. Xander didn’t even dare think about biting down for fear of the repercussions. So he did what he’d been doing for the past hour; he let it all come over him and hoped that it’d be over soon. Stimulated by Xander’s mouth and Anya’s kissing and tweaking of his nipples, Spike’s spike got hard again. Xander had to take the thing deep down his throat to handle it all and it was getting really uncomfortable for him. Just as he thought he was about to choke, Spike said: “Thanks mate, but now I want to stick into something else.,” and withdrew his cock. Xander thought that his torment was over. He thought that Spike wanted to stick it to Anya again. Thus he horrified when he heard Anyanka say: “Come on Spike stick it up his ass.” “Nooooo, not that. I’ll do everything but that. Anya please I will do anything, but don’t let him do that to me.” Xander whined in anxiety at his tormentors. “No bitch, you ARE going to do everything I ASK of you AND you are going to take IT up your ASS!! Come on Spike stick it to him.” “Hey, I don’t know luv. You know the chip prevents me from harming him. I can’t do him no harm and not suffer the consequences.” Spike sounded unsure. “Who says you’ll do him harm? I have gotten to know this bitch quite well over the period we were going steady. And you know what I think? I think our little bitch is gay. What other reason can you think of, for him leaving me at the altar. Come on he’ll enjoy it, he’s a fag.” With her left hand she kept on wanking Spike’s giant snake, as she tried to convince him. “Okay, at least I can try. Though you have to do one thing for me dear. You have to stretch him up a bit, so that I won’t cause too much pain by entering. I don’t want to suffer a headache because I’m stretching his virgin asshole.” “Okay, that I can do.” Anya let go of his rod and walked over to Xander, who tried to cower underneath the table. With the leash she yanked him from under there. She then kicked him into a kneeling position. She planted her left foot in his neck and pushed him facedown on the floor. With one hand she tied the leash to the table leg and slipped a lock on it so Xander could not untie it. As soon as he was facedown and ass up, Anyanka sat on his back. She lubricated two of her fingers with the last remains of cum dripping from her cunt. And then in one swift motion jabbed her two fingers against his tight anus. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!” Xander cried out in pain as his sphincter was invaded with brute force.” His buttocks were on fire and his stomach lurched from the searing hot poker stabbing his abdomen. The pain and humiliation made Xander wish he were dead. “Stop whining you ninny. Before long you’ll be enjoying yourself.” Anya said as she started thrusting her two fingers in and out of Xander’s tormented rosebud. After a minute of thrusting she her two fingers, she spread them and inserted a third. Xander felt how his hurt intensified, but couldn’t do anything about it. He just lay there sobbing as he felt how his ass was stretched. After a while she inserted her fourth digit and before long the thumb joined the rest. Now she was fisting him mercilessly. His asshole was stretched beyond what he thought was humanly possible. Though the pain was subsiding a constant torrent of tears ran down his face and he was sobbing uncontrollably. “Come on lover, sissy boy is ready for your good loving.” Anya said as she withdrew her fist with a loud plop from Xander’s colon. The anus remained open and Spike knelt down behind him. “Okay mate, get ready for some good buggering.” Spike spoke as he inserted his cock head into the opening. He then let himself fall forwards and in one push shoved the entire length of his penis inside Xander’s intestines. This time both cried out in pain. Spike grabbed his head in reflex tried to withdraw from the source of the pain. But Anya set her foot down on his ass and pushed downwards, making it impossible for him to withdraw. Both Spike and his victim lay thrashing on the floor but Anya was merciless with both and kept them pinned down. Slowly Xander’s pain subsided and thus also did Spike’s. After Spike had regained his composure Anya started encouraging Spike to give it to him good. Slowly Spike crawled back to his knees, keeping his cock inside Xander and slowly started humping. Xander let out a few whimpers but gave up any struggle. Spike started increasing the pace and after suffering no averse effects, really started hammering down on his victim. Lillith wanted to make Xander’s humiliation complete and though he might think it coulnd’t get any worse, there was one level lower he could sink. Up until now everything had gone according to plan and Xander was completely convinced that he was suffering at the mercy of Anya and Spike. Lillith was very careful to keep the charade going, and paid great attention to detail. Even up to the faking of Spike’s chip condition. Now it was time for the final touch. Lillith again released a load of pheromones. Xander’s reaction to that olfactory stimulation was involuntary. Despite the pain and despair that plagued his mind, his body started to show signs of arousal. To his own surprise his penis got hard and he felt waves of pleasure ripple through his body. “Hah, your bitch loves it. Look he’s getting a stiffy.” Spike laughed as he shoved his hand between Xander and the floor and grabbed Xander’s now erect penis. “Yeah, I always knew he’s faggot. He might not have known it himself, but he’s gay.” Both shared a good laugh at this observation and Spike went in for the home stretch. After another few humps both rapist and his victim came. While Spike spewed his third load of the evening in Xander’s rectum, Xander himself shot his semen between the floor and his spasming body. Spike climbed up from his knees and grabbed Xander by the hair. With his victim’s face he wiped the butt scum and semen of his cock. Then he let the limp body of the rape victim fall to the ground. He walked over to Anyanka and kissed her roughly. As both her aspects started mocking their victim, Lillith sensed in Xander’s mind that he was ready for the final act. Something had snapped and he didn’t care whether he lived or died as long as he could get his revenge. She let one of her illusions slip. She withdrew the cloak of invisibility that hid a box from view and prepared the illusions for what was sure to follow. Xander lay there with his belly in a puddle of his own seed, his bruised and battered face in his own vomit and Spike’s semen leaking from his torn anus. As he lay there he opened one of his bruised eyes and saw the chest. “How could I’ve not seen that before.” Was his first thought. Then a glimmer of hope entered his mind. He looked up at his tormentors and saw that they were too busy with each other to notice what he was doing. He slowly crawled to Buffy’s weapons chest. As Anya and Spike seemed to be busy making out he opened the chest and slipped his hand inside. His broken heart leapt as his hand touched the crossbows. There were two of them and both were loaded and ready to fire. Slowly so not to draw any notice, he withdrew them from the chest. Slowly he crawled back to a sitting position, all the while hiding the bows behind his body. As soon as he was sure he could fire the bow comfortably, he took one bow and placed it beside him. Then he took the other bow and carefully aimed. “Yo Spike!” Xander shouted. Spike looked up surprised at his victim and Xander let the arrow fly. “Who’s the bitch now?” The arrow hit squarely in Spike’s chest and the vampire turned to dust. It was an illusion, but Xander didn’t realise that. He only saw Spike turn into a cloud of dust. His other tormentor seemed surprised at first, but she regained her composure and sprung in his direction. He probably could have fended her off, but in reflex Xander grabbed the other bow and let it’s arrow fly. It also hit it’s target squarely in the chest. However Anya was no vampire and thus her bleeding body slammed into the ground just two feet from where Xander sat. With surprised open eyes she stared at Xander and with her last breath she said: “Why?..” And then she died. Xander looked down upon the bleeding corpse of his former fiancé with some gratification, but after a few moments despair overwhelmed him again. He had killed the woman he still loved, despite the way she had treated him. He was tied and bound in a way that made it impossible to escape. Here he would be found tomorrow morning, with one nude corpse at his feet, himself bare naked, covered in cum and bound in a humiliating position. He couldn’t face his friends like that. What if Dawn was the first person to walk in here. No, he couldn’t face that. He desperately tried to pull at his restraints, but to no avail. He had no strength in his body left. In his broken mind there was only one way out of this nightmare. As if controlled by some outer force his hands took the crossbow and drew the string tout. After using all his strength left to him in cocking the bow, his left hand slid in Buffy’s weapons chest and came out holding a bolt. In a slow but weary manner he put the bolt into place. He put the butt of the crossbow between his feet and let the cross rest on his knees. After putting his chin down on the tip of the bow, he slipped his thumb against the trigger. “Goodbye my love.” He whispered while looking at Anya’s corpse and then thumbed the trigger. Xander was dead before the bolt smashed out of the top of his skull. The force of the bolt made his head explode and sprayed the shop with his brain matter. His corpse slumped in a dull thud on the ground. All was silent for a few seconds… After a few moments Anya’s corpse rose to her feet. After removing the bolt protruding from her chest, she nudged Xander’s corpse with her toe. “What fools these mortals are. They and their emotions are as malleable as clay.” She thought as she transformed back to her androgynous form. As she withdrew her essence from Spike, the pile of dust turned back to Jason’s corpse, albeit now it was pierced by a crossbow bolt. As she was one again, she surveyed the whole scene. She was satisfied with how everything worked out as planned and she dissipated into her ethereal form. Her senses extended as she flew through the window display, looking for her next victim. She sensed the Slayer stalking a club called The Bronze. Lillith’s gaseous form took to the air and slowly drifted in her direction. Already she was formulating a plan… (This is the third chapter in a series of six. The next instalment will take me a month to finish, so please be patient. Whether I continue also depends on your reactions, so please vote. 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