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It happened so fast. One minute Xander and I were cutting through the park near the Bronze, heading for my car. The next...
Xander lay at my feet, bleeding from the mouth, nose and ears, unconscious...maybe dead...from a vicious attack.
It had taken only seconds. He moved so swiftly I could barely see him as he pummeled Xander. I heard ribs break from a nasty kick to the chest, a jaw shatter under a fist.
All I could do was stand there, silent, shocked. I couldn't even scream. With one agonized groan, Xander dropped to the ground at my feet like some demented present. All I could do was watch a grin cross the monster's face...a look of such evil joy that I had prayed I'd never see.
Don't walk alone at night in Sunnydale. It was the unspoken warning children who grew up here learned from an early age. Well, I hadn't been alone. I'd been with my boyfriend ...and it hadn't been enough.
As the monster continued to grin at me, my shaking legs gave out and I fell to my knees next to Xander's still body. Hesitantly, I reached out and placed my fingers on his neck. There was a pulse--faint--but there. I almost cried in relief, but bit back the tears.
"He's alive," I whispered.
"Not for long." The voice was cheerful, hateful.
I looked up at the vampire I had once thought was so beautiful and the unbidden tears filled my eyes. Finally I had to ask the question that lay heavily on my mind. "Why haven't you killed me, too?"
"Mass murder...not really my style, well, not when I'm working on causing mental torture. No, I'll pick you off one at a time. It'll destroy her much worse in the end."
A horrible gurgling sound broke from Xander's mouth and I watched fresh blood leak from his lips. Options began to skip around in my frightened mind. I didn't have my cell phone on me. My car was two blocks away. The Bronze-- the only place open in this part of town after dark--was two blocks the other direction. The only phone in the park was permanently broken. There was not a soul in sight.
If I left Xander and ran back to the Bronze to call an ambulance...would he be alive when I got back? With that question in my eyes, I looked up at the monster and saw him shake his head, chuckling. My heart plummeted. I knew he'd kill Xander if I went for help.
"I know death, Cordelia." His voice, full of everything nasty in the world, caressed me like velvet. "His lungs are filling with blood, his brain is swelling. Without medical attention, he has maybe twenty minutes. You leave to get help...he'll be a bloodless corpse when you return."
Not thinking at all, furious and frightened, I jumped to my feet and flung myself at him, pounding ineffectively on his chest. "Why?" I screamed. "Why don't you just go away?"
His hands grabbed my shoulders and shook me until I stopped hitting him and slumped weakly against him. Once upon a time, all I wanted was for him to hold me like this. I looked up and saw the humor in his hard, dark eyes. He liked to play games.
I could play games, too, and a demented idea began to form in my sickened mind.
"The buffoon dies and you get to live another day, Cordelia. You're selfish enough to want that, right?"
Once, I had been. Now, my heart felt like it was being ripped out. A part of me wished he would do that, but, I didn't really want to die. And I didn't want Xander to die. My mind had come up with a demented idea. Now, all I had to do was speak the words and let the game begin.
Licking my dry lips, I opened my mouth, uttering words the old, selfish Cordelia Chase would never have even thought. "If you help me save him, I'll do anything you want, Angel."
An intrigued look came over Angel's face and his hands slid down my arms to circle my waist. "I can make you do anything I want anyway."
That was undoubtedly true, but... "You can force me to do whatever you want...but wouldn't you like me to be willing?" My heart was shattering at the thoughts and images that were swirling in my mind, but I had to save Xander. I had to save the man I loved.
"Willing? Why would I want you willing? I could rape you right here next to the soon-to-be corpse and leave you for Buffy to find."
I could feel the color leaving my cheeks, but I forced myself to continue bravely. "Rape is so easy Angel, but it would be one more thing for Buffy to avenge The knowledge that I sacrificed myself to you--pleasured you--to save Xander's life...that you left me no other option...I think that would hurt her more."
I could see that he was mulling the idea and I upped the ante. "I know you get your kicks from fear, but, won't it make you feel good to have the kind of power over me to make me enjoy it?"
"And you'd tell Buffy that you were willing?" he asked. "That you enjoyed it? That to save Xander, you sacrificed yourself to me?"
My heart leapt. Was he going for it? "When Buffy finds out I had to give myself willing to you to save Xander, it'll add one more heap of guilt onto her shoulders. That's what you want, right?"
"I still think letting the bozo die and raping you on top of his corpse has its own merits."
Damn. New tactic. "You hate Xander, right?" Angel nodded. "So, think about what this will do to him. I haven't slept with him...yet I'll willing do anything with you, his worst enemy."
"Now, that idea I like!"
*****
Ten minutes later, Angel pulled me out of the hospital. I was numb from head to toe, only my horrified mind working. He had slung Xander over one shoulder and carried him to the hospital three blocks from the park, dragging me along behind him. I had managed to tell the emergency room staff Xander's name and parents' phone number, then Angel and I had slipped away in the confusion, before anyone could ask us any questions.
As Angel pulled me by the wrist back down the street, I began to pray. Strangely enough, I couldn't pray for myself. All my thoughts and worries were for Xander. I knew-- although I fought against the knowledge--that there was a chance he would die anyway.
We entered a dark building and went down a set of stairs. There was a locked door at the bottom. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, Angel opened the door and flung me inside. I stumbled, then righted myself and glanced around. It was a studio apartment--not the one he had rented before. This one was even more spartanly decorated, if that was possible. The main attraction sat on a raised platform in the middle of the room. A king size, high posted bed draped in crimson satin.
Oh, God, what had I gotten myself in for?
Warily I looked up at Angel. He was slipping his jacket off, letting it fall negligently to the floor as he watched me. I hoped I didn't look like I felt--a scared little rabbit.
"I'm taking some risk here," he began. "Now that Harris is in the hospital, you could renege..."
"And you could slip into the hospital and kill him. I'm trusting that you will keep you word, too," I replied bravely, knowing that trusting a vampire was pretty stupid.
Angel sat down on a black leather couch, stretching his arms along the back and crossing one leg over the other. "You're not a virgin. Why haven't you fucked Harris?"
I fought the heat that crept over my cheeks and mumbled my answer, crossing my arms over my chest somewhat defensively. "We were waiting for the perfect moment."
The monster grinned. "Once I'm inside you...it will never be perfect. You'll never forget...He'll never forget."
He was relishing that thought, that somehow he would spoil me for Xander. For all I knew, he might be right, but I still had to do this. If I didn't...Xander had no chance.
"I'll live with it," I replied calmly, although every nerve in my body was screaming in fear. Of course, there was always the possibility that Angel would kill me sometime tonight, but I didn't think so. He wanted me to tell Buffy and Xander what had happened. If I was dead, I couldn't corroborate his story.
So, death was an unlikely option. I didn't have to fear pregnancy or disease. I might lose some blood. In my research I occasionally had stumbled over references to vampires' sexual habits. Biting and tasting blood was something most were into.
They also tended to be seriously kinky. I truly had no idea what to expect from Angel. The guys I'd gone to bed with in the past had thought it pretty kinky if I was on top.
Whatever Angel did, I could live with it. I just wished he'd stop staring at me with that devilish grin on his face and get on with it.
"Strip."
Even though I had wanted him to get started, now that the moment was here, I felt frozen. The image of Xander, bleeding at my feet, entered my mind and thawed me into action.
Staring at a really ugly, black and red piece of modern painting on the wall behind Angel's head, I dropped my purse and slipped my cardigan off my shoulders. Stepping out of my low heeled pumps, I reached for the hem of my short tank dress and pulled it over my head, leaving me in a strapless, peach lace bra and matching bikinis. Taking a deep breath, I divested myself of those as well and stood naked before my captor, my hands clenching into fists at my hips.
"No Wonder Bra for you," he said, whistling in appreciation. "I always wondered if those big tits were real. Never thought I'd find out."
I was proud of my body. I knew guys liked it. But, Angel's avid interest made me feel dirty. I resisted the impulse to try to cover myself. Willing, I had to be willing.
"I'm one hundred percent real," I answered coolly, placing my hands on my hips.
Angel's eyes narrowed slightly and he settled his raised foot back onto the floor, slightly spreading his legs. I tried to continue to stare at the painting, but his hands distracted me. They were unfastening the fly of his leather pants.
I really loved those black leather pants. Why couldn't he have worn them when he was good?
"You have some mouth, Cordelia. I bet it has a lot of better uses than talking. Come here and show me how a modern teenager sucks cock."
At his order, I reddened. He was trying to humiliate me and this was just another step. I didn't want his dick in any part of me, but giving head? That was something I had reserved for guys I thought I was in love with.
Forcing my feet to move, I walked over to stand in front of him, then dropped to my knees between his spread legs. His arms once more stretched along the back of the couch. A glance down showed me that he was more than ready. The biggest cock I had ever seen jutted from the black leather at his groin. It was paler than others I'd dealt with, but obviously just as hard and hungry.
I reached out with one long-nailed hand and wrapped my fingers around it. It was colder than I had expected...and there was no pulse beat. It gently throbbed with something else--probably stolen blood.
Closing my eyes, dipping my head, I guided his cock into my mouth. It didn't have that salty taste that human cocks had and it was so cold. I sucked carefully, running my tongue along the underside, careful not to scrape him with my teeth.
His cock filled my mouth, forcing my lips wider than they wanted to go. I used my hand to control him, sucking only on the tip and the first few inches...and I wondered if--and prayed--he'd be content with that.
The hands tangling in my hair answered that question as Angel grunted above me, pulling his cock from my mouth. Looking up, I realized he was going to stand and scooted back a foot, wincing as his fingers tightened. Angel stood and I found his cock right in front of my face. His pants slid down to his knees.
"You're always in control, aren't you Cordelia?" he asked, knowingly. I nodded slowly. "Not tonight." I moaned as he pulled my hair, tugging my head forward. "Open your mouth." I didn't want to do this. He was right. I was always the one in control, only going so far, stopping when I wanted to. With Angel, I had no choice. I opened my mouth.
Rock hard cock thrust between my lips and butted at the back of my mouth, making me gag. In defense, I grabbed his hips, trying not to panic. He pulled back and I breathed while I had the opportunity, then he thrust harder, ballooning out my cheeks. Gasping, I sucked, hoping to bring him off quickly and preserve my facial muscles.
But, yet another research tidbit flitted through my mind and I prayed it was wrong. Supposedly male vampires had incredible endurance. They could fuck for an hour without coming and once they did come, they could get hard again in minutes.
An hour of Angel fucking my face would kill me. I began to suck and lick his cock in earnest, my fingers kneading his muscular ass. A loud masculine groan echoed through the room and I glanced up to see Angel staring down at me with hard, evil eyes and that smirk on his face that told me he was enjoying this.
"You're wondering how long I can do this, aren't you?" he asked conversationally.
Had he developed the power to read minds when he lost his soul? I tried to give him my most exasperated look and he grinned.
"A lot longer than you could stand, little girl. But, since I have a lot of other plans for this evening...open up wide."
My eyes widened as Angel slammed his cock down my throat and I dug my nails into his ass cheeks, desperately trying to breathe. His hands held me tightly against him, my lips around the base of his cock, my nose pressed to his lower stomach. Just as stars began to spark in front of my eyes, he pulled back and I dragged in as much air as I could get around his cock.
I handled the next thrust much better, forcing my throat muscles to relax and accept the invasion. As Angel pulled back, I ran my tongue along his staff and heard him groan in pleasure. I was experienced enough to know he was close and one of my hands slipped around to cup his large balls.
On the next thrust he came, filling my mouth to overflowing with ice cold semen. It was so strange, almost tasteless. Swallowing quickly, I continued to massage his balls as his cock jerked in my mouth, emptying itself.
Finally Angel pulled back and slumped onto the couch and I dropped my head, brushing away the bit of semen that had leaked down my chin. I knelt at his feet, breathing hard, waiting for his next order.
"Well, you were willing there, Cordelia. Yep, willingly sucking down my dick...but you hated it, didn't you?"
His lighthearted tone of voice didn't fool me. He really did want me to hate it...to find pleasure in his arms and hate it. At that moment, I didn't know if I could do that. Usually when I gave head, I got pretty horny.
Right then, I felt nothing.
I heard a rustle and saw Angel tugging his shirt over his head. "While you're down there, get my boots and pants off." I quickly obeyed, tossing the articles of clothing over my shoulders. Angel stood up again and I scooted backwards, my eyes on his dangling, but nowhere limp, cock. It was twitching.
He reached down and hauled me to my feet, then propelled me over to the bed. Crawling onto the crimson satin, he tugged me with him, forcing me to lay next to him. I lay on my back, staring at the open duct work in the ceiling while Angel propped himself on one hand on his side and leered over me.
"Look at me Cordelia."
My eyes jumped to his face as he stared at me.
"Keep your eyes on me. No thinking of another guy or staring into space. Got it?"
I nodded wordlessly and watched helplessly as he swung his body into a sitting position, straddling my hips. His cock lay on my stomach, stirring, and his hands reached for my breasts.
I expected him to grab and maul. He did the opposite, delicately running his thumbs across my sensitive nipples until they hardened. I drew in my breath as a stab of pleasure went through my pussy. Angel bent his head and captured one nipple between his lips and I moaned. I couldn't help it. The touch of his tongue felt so good.
Automatically, my hands went to his head and my fingers slipped through his silky hair as I held him to my breast. Forcing my eyes to stay open, I watched his hand continue to torment my other nipple, tugging and twisting until I whimpered. Relief flooded me as I felt my pussy growing damp with longing.
Angel moved his mouth over my breasts to the other nipple and he bit gently, sending me arching against him. It felt so good and I was so glad. I had never had sex without getting some pleasure, without wanting the man I was with. Even though Angel was a vicious killer and I didn't want to want him, I didn't want him to hurt me either.
And wanting him, that was part of the deal. I was supposed to want him.
Angel began to slide down my body, his cold tongue licking my heated skin. His hands slid over my thighs and parted them and I began to tremble. My emotions were in turmoil. There was fear there and sadness, but also a growing need. I spread my legs wider, raising them and planting my feet firmly on either side of Angel, shoulders.
As he stretched out between my legs, he began to suck and nip at my inner thighs, moving from one to another, totally avoiding my throbbing pussy. I began to lift my hips, trying to urge him to touch me where I needed it most, remembering to keep my eyes on him.
Angel gave me an evil grin and ran kisses over my stomach. As my muscles clenched and the need between my thighs grew to an ache, I bit my lip to hold in the pleas for release.
Resting his chin on my lower stomach, Angel looked up at me and I could see the humor in his eyes. I knew I must look crazed.
"Do you want to come, Cordelia?"
I nibbled on my lip, not wanting to respond, but would not responding be considered unwilling? "Yes," I groaned, digging my fingers into the satin sheet beneath me.
"While Xander lays possibly dying in the hospital, you want my mouth on your clit, my tongue in your cunt?"
Bastard. I wanted to scream at him to go fuck himself, but...I couldn't. Stiffening my jaw, I nodded. To my amazement, Angel rose and moved off me. I stared at him, open-mouthed, my body shaking from desire.
"Roll over, and, obviously, you don't need to look at me."
I did so hesitantly, then immediately pressed my sore clit down into the bedding, rubbing in desperation. Angel grabbed my hips and pulled me to my knees. Burying my face in the pillow, I nearly sobbed. Suddenly his hand cracked across my trembling bottom and I yelled in pain and surprise.
"I asked you if you wanted to come. I didn't tell you that you could," he scolded. No one had ever spanked me before! I felt him move, his arm resting across the small of my back as his other hand caressed my ass. Moaning into the pillow, I wiggled against his hand.
He smacked me again, the other cheek this time, and I jerked, biting back my cry of pain. There was a lot of strength behind his blows.
Whimpering, I turned my head so I could speak. "I thought you wanted me to come."
"My game, my terms, my dear. I think five on each cheek. That will make an even dozen," he added in that conversational tone I was beginning to despise.
Before I could even think about responding, he spanked me again, sending a bolt of pain through me. Alternating from one cheek to the other, he delivered painful smacks. Between each blow he'd gently caress my sore bottom. By the fifth blow, the pain was sending throbs of pleasure through my pussy. By the ninth, my inner moisture was beginning to leak down my legs and I was squirming against Angel's hand.
The last slap fell harder than the rest and I yelled into the pillow, bucking up against his hand. It hurt, but also made me so hot. Tears leaked from my eyes, but I didn't know if they were from pain or lust.
Angel flipped me over onto my back and I winced as the cool satin hit my sore bottom. Raising teary eyes to him, I whimpered, wanting to beg him, but unable to do so.
Cool and unflappable, except for his hard cock thrusting into the air, Angel moved between my legs and lifted them, raising my bottom off the bed. Slowly he forced my legs back and out, until my knees nearly touched my shoulders.
I was totally exposed to him and I blushed fiercely as he looked at me with interest. I knew my pussy was soaked and inflamed. Suddenly he leaned forward and rubbed his cock over my cleft. I whined and bucked against him, wanting him inside me. Our eyes met and held. His were coolly amused.
"Tell me what you want, Cordelia," he murmured in a low, husky voice as he rubbed his cock back and forth over my pussy, just falling short of touching my throbbing clit.
I couldn't hold back any longer. "Touch me."
"I am touching you."
The amusement in his voice really pissed me off and I hissed. "My clit. Touch my clit...please."
Angel grinned, shook his head and thrust his cock into my pussy. "Nope."
I screamed. It had been months since a cock had been inside me and never one this big. It hurt, opening my tight passage, but also felt so damn good. As his cock rubbed sensitive tissues, I felt my inner muscles clamp around him and rocked hard against his pelvis as he thrust back and forth.
My hands flew to his where they gripped my knees and I helped him spread my legs wider, moaning in pleasure as he slammed into me. Oh God, it felt wonderful. The tension inside me, already nearly unbearable, grew worse and I began to pant. Sweat dripped into my eyes and I blinked rapidly then looked back at him. He didn't perspire. He didn't breathe. It was so fucking weird.
And right then I didn't give a shit. All I wanted was to come and never stop.
Angel began to move faster, plunging hard, grunting at each thrust. His hands on my knees tightened and pushed them down farther until it hurt, but I kept moving with him.
"Please," I screamed, wanting him to make me come.
He just laughed and suddenly exploded into me, filling my clutching vagina with cold semen in several jerks of his cock. As I sobbed in need, he pulled his shrinking cock from my pussy and let go of me, kneeling between my spread legs.
My whole body shuddered, hungry for an orgasm and my legs fell on either side of him, the muscles weak with need.
"A very willing pussy, you have there, Cordelia. So tight and hungry. It sucked my dick dry."
Licking my dry lips, I begged in a whisper. "Please."
"Still want to come?"
I nodded helplessly. I needed him to make me come. I didn't care who he was, what he had done. I knew I should. I knew I should be glad that I had pleased him, that I had fulfilled my part of the bargain, but hate him for what he had done.
I shouldn't want the creature who nearly killed the man I love. I shouldn't need that creature to touch me and make me come.
After two years and nearly a dozen guys, I thought I knew everything there was to know about sex. Faced with two hundred and forty something years of experience, I realized I knew nothing.
Angel knew how to play a woman like a harp. He pulled my strings, made me taut with need...made me want him...worse, made me hunger for his touch.
Xander...I'm sorry.
"Make me come, Angel. I'm begging you. I need you. Touch me, finger me, make me explode."
Our eyes met and held for a moment, then I watched a smug look form around his mouth. "I don't think so, Cordelia."
Stunned beyond belief, I stared at him as he climbed off the bed and opened a closet door, pulling clothes out. He couldn't...he couldn't leave me like this.
I must have whimpered, as he turned to look at me as he fastened the buttons on a pair of black jeans. "Please," I begged. "You said..."
"I know what I said, but why would I want to give you pleasure? This wasn't for you, Cordelia. It was never for you. You came here to be my fucktoy. And, yes, you're good at it, but fucktoys don't get to come on purpose." He pulled a t-shirt over his head and tucked it in as he headed for the couch.
I clawed at the bedding, shoving myself up into a seated position, shaking so hard I could barely see straight. Fury and lust slammed through me. "I was willing," I whispered. "Just like you wanted."
"Yes, you were. Willing to let me do anything to you. But, Cordelia, you didn't take your plan far enough. If it would kill Buffy and Harris to know that I made you come, it would kill them more to know that you wanted me so desperately and I didn't make you come."
I watched wide-eyed, open-mouthed, totally shocked as Angel pulled his boots on and grabbed his jacket. "I'm going out to hunt. I'll be gone for thirty minutes or so. If you're here when I get back...I'll tie you to the bedposts, whip your back raw and fuck you in the ass."
At that threat, he left, closing the door behind him. Tears started to stream down my hot cheeks and I hugged myself. God help me, a part of me wanted to run to the door and beg him to stay.
As my hand slid between my shaking legs and found my throbbing clit, I knew he had been right. I'd never be able to forget him. As my hungry body went into spasms of pleasure and I moaned, rolling on the bed, my hips jerking in release, I knew I wanted him to be the one bringing me this ecstasy. My fingers were a weak substitute. No human boy had ever made me so hot...All I could see was needing that monster for the rest of my life.
I slid from the bed on shaky legs and pulled my clothes on, humiliated, saddened, frightened. Angel called me his fucktoy...and I was so afraid that was all I was now. His last threat formed an image in my mind as clear as day.
Naked, I stood on trembling toes, wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts. Angel held a whip--not one of those little whips I had seen in my cousin's S&M catalog--but a bull whip...and he knew how to use it.
As I walked slowly towards the door, the image shifted. Blood ran down my back, staining the crimson sheets even darker, as I lay on my stomach, my ass in the air as Angel pounded into my virgin hole.
I had never imagined I might want pain. I wasn't sure I really did. I was so very confused. All I knew was, that as I left the apartment and walked up those stairs to the deserted street...a part of me wanted to remain behind, tied to the bed, waiting to be whipped and fucked in the ass. A part that trembled in lust at the nasty thought. End