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Waking feeling very groggy, Xander opened his eyes, shut them, then opened them wide. The vision remained. Groaning, he realized he had to be dreaming.
Standing beside him was Buffy wearing a black leather corset that left her breasts bare, laced up black knee boots, and long black gloves. Her hands were on her hips and Xander slid his eyes down from them to her nude pussy.
It was shaved free of hair and gleamed pink and slick.
Xander's mouth went dry and his mind froze for a second. His cock surged to erection.
Gaping open mouthed at the nearly naked Slayer, Xander tried to reach down to caress his cock, only to find his wrists restrained above his head.
His brow furrowed and he tugged at the restraints, looking around him. He was laying naked on a bed, his wrists and legs tied to the posts, spreading is body in the shape of an 'x'. The bonds were somewhat slack, so he could move a bit.
The walls were covered with hideous wallpaper and the only furniture was the bed, a chair and a bedside table. Where was he? Usually when he dreamed of naked Buffy, she was in his bed.
Xander began to wonder if this was really a dream. He had never been tied up in his dreams.
"Um, Buffy?" he croaked.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out, Xander?" she asked in an icy voice.
"Huh?" His mind was still mostly shut down.
Fury crossed the Slayer's face and she turned and picked up an item off the chair. It was a thickly braided whip. She cracked it and Xander cringed at the sound.
"Willow was trying the spell again. You were supposed to tell me. But you didn't, did you Xander."
"Um, Buffy, see..."
"Oh, I see," she yelled. "If I'd known, I might have been able to prevent him from pulling the sword, stalled him some more. You made me send him to Hell."
Xander began to realize that he was in quite a bit of danger from one severely pissed off Slayer. "It...it seemed the right thing to do," he said rather lamely.
"Angel's in Hell." Her glare dared him to speak. For once, Xander wisely kept his mouth shut. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll want to join him."
She slammed the whip across his chest and Xander howled at the agony. Another blow caught him across the thighs, then another fell across his stomach, all leaving angry red welts. Buffy smiled at the sight of Xander writhing in pain and beat him again across the chest.
He screamed and she laughed and brought the whip down again.
After a dozen blows, Buffy dropped the whip and smiled as Xander whimpered and jerked at the pain.
"I can't believe you're still hard," she said. Kneeling on the bed, she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock and squeezed until he shrieked in pain. "Oh, did that hurt?" she asked innocently, loving the tears streaming down his face.
"I'm your friend," he whimpered.
"You're not my friend," she snapped back. "Friends don't betray you." She slapped his cock and he moaned. Grabbing a pillow, Buffy lifted his hips and shoved it beneath them, then reached into the bedside table drawer.
Pulling out a butt plug, she held it up. "Do you know what this is?"
"No," he stammered.
"It's a butt plug. I really wanted a strap-on dildo so I could fuck you in the ass, but the stores seem to be all out. I had to make do with this."
"Buffy, please..."
"Begging is useless," she snapped icily. Reaching underneath Xander, Buffy spread his cheeks and slipped the plug in his asshole. With a vicious thrust, she screwed it in until he shrieked with pain and thrashed in his bonds.
"It hurts."
"No shit, asshole."
Seeing his cock begin to deflate with the pain and invasion of his virgin ass, Buffy shook her head. "Oh, no, bitch. You stay hard." Taking his cock in hand, she began to pump and was none too gentle. Xander's cock quickly hardened again.
Moving up the bed, Buffy swung one leg over his welt- covered chest and straddled him, rubbing her wet pussy against his wounds. Xander groaned and closed his eyes.
A hard slap across the face made him open them again.
"Keep your eyes open, bitch. Now you get to see what you will never have."
Raising higher on her knees, Buffy slid one hand between her legs and began to caress her clit, tweaking and pinching the pink flesh. Her other hand cupped one of her breasts and massaged the nipple. As she worked herself towards orgasm, her hips began to thrust, sending the enticing, musky scent of her into Xander's face.
As her thumb diddled her clit, her fingers began to pump into her pussy. She moaned and bounced.
Xander licked his lips and groaned as his cock throbbed painfully. He couldn't believe she was doing this. The glove on the hand between her legs glistened with moisture and the scent...It was driving him crazy.
Suddenly Buffy slammed herself down on his chest and dug her knees into his ribs, nearly cracking them. Her fingers twisted and pumped and she came with a yell. "ANGEL..."
As her body shuddered in satisfaction, her yell turned guttural until she was groaning and rubbing mindlessly against Xander's sore chest.
Finally, Buffy slid off him and stumbled over to the chair. After she caught her breath, she pulled off the wet glove.
"Still hard, I see," she said snidely.
"Buffy, please, I'm sorry," he murmured, tears leaking from his eyes.
"I bet you are. I can see how scared you are, scared of what I might do next. But, I bet you'd love to have me make you come, even after all the pain."
"Yes," he finally admitted.
"Tough shit."
Rising to her feet, she leaned over him and tied the glove around his head, the slimy fingers over his mouth. Grinning evilly, she slipped a black trenchcoat on and walked to the door.
"Goodbye Xander. I never want to see you again."
"Buffy," he protested.
She opened the door and walked through, leaving it open. As the sound of rock music filtered into the room, Xander realized where he was and went white.
It was one of the upstairs rooms at the Bronze...
He heard several voices--one being Harmony's, the biggest gossip in school--asking Buffy if she was done with the room and shook his head wildly as she said yes.
End