Buffy willed her aching body not to arch up in response as Spike pumped into her, torturously slow. Breathing labored, she tried to remain passive, hoping that the pain from training would smother the rising pleasure that Spike was building up as his cock slid in and out of her heat, stretching her as he ground up.
He made grunts of satisfaction as her inner muscles involuntarily squeezed him, her body reacting just the way he wanted. Staring down at her as he continued to move, he smirked, watching her close her eyes and bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Her hands gripped the bed, scrunching up the sheet between her fingers, grasping for leverage.
Changing his angle, he pushed deeper into her, causing her to gasp as her chest arched off the bed slightly. Smiling at her reaction, he soon became fixated with the sweat that had formed on her breasts. He moved forward to catch her nipple in his mouth, looking up and giving her a devilish look at the same time.
She muffled another gasp, almost whimpering at the feel of his hot tongue caressing her hardened bud. Refusing to look at him, she told herself it was just sex. As long as she remembered that, she would be able to forget the aftereffects of guilt and disgust that tortured her mind. After all, it wasn’t the first time it had happened.
Parker.
Spike.
They were all the same.
Focusing in on her anger, she added another layer to the barrier around her heart.
She jolted as Spike reached between their coupled bodies to tease her clit, and his mouth moved upward. He kissed her neck, savoring her taste before moving up to her jaw. As he was about to kiss her lips, she turned her head abruptly away from him, refusing.
“Don’t… kiss… me,” she managed to gasp hatefully as his cock seemed to push deeper and deeper until she felt like she could no longer breathe.
A quick expression flickered over his features, but then his face hardened in response to her callousness. Revengefully, he twisted her clit and thrust in violently several times.
Screaming out in an unexpected orgasm, she reflexively dug her nails into his shoulder, losing her control as her muscles spasmed and shuddered against him. She was strangling him, her wetness milking him until he could no longer withhold from bursting into her.
He buried his face into her shoulder and pulled her closer by the waist, groaning loudly into her neck at the sensation of his continuing release.
As his cock twitched for the last time, he felt her pushing him, trying to get out of his arms.
“Let go of me,” she struggled, anger evident in her eyes as one of her hands came up to smack him in the chest, but he simply caught her hand in a tight grip.
“Be careful there, Goldilocks. You’re turning me on again,” he smirked, his cock already beginning to harden inside her, especially from her movements.
She remained still, but her hazel orbs showed her hate as she glared at him.
Satisfied that he had the upper hand, he pulled out of her reluctantly, even though he could’ve gone another round. Truth was - he had seen her flinches as he touched certain parts of her body, knowing that she was sore from her training. And as contradictory as it was to what he was doing to her on a daily basis, he felt a twinge of sympathy for her pain.
Spike grabbed her hip lightly, and she flinched. Testing it out, his hands pushed slightly on a bruised area to test its level of pain, wondering how long it would take to heal.
“That hurts, you dumbass,” she spat.
He retracted his hand from the bruise as his other hand continued to hold her by the waist. After they had sex, he often felt like something should come after, but instead, it was always this gap that he couldn’t explain…and he hated it.
“Can I leave now?” she demanded to know, suddenly feeling self-conscious again as they both sat there naked. She already knew the answer to that. Whenever she asked, he told her “no,” saying he might be in the mood during the night, which he often was. As a result, she had only slept once in her own room, the night that she had tried to escape.
“No,” he whispered low in her ear before catching the lobe between his teeth.
She pushed him off, getting up and storming toward the bathroom. He watched her go with a chuckle, and she slammed the door violently. Lying down on his back, he stretched with his arms behind his head, muscles humming from satisfaction.
~
Feeling the aching all over her body, she decided that a hot bath might help. And for every flinch, and every bruise, Buffy blamed Spike, no matter who had inflicted it on her. She hissed as her foot hit the scalding water, but she toughed it out, knowing it would help soothe her body. Inhaling sharply, she submerged herself completely. Slowly, the hot sensation enveloping her took away the pain in her body.
*
She had refused to go back to school for days, telling her father she didn’t feel well. Irate could be one word to describe his reaction. Hank was angered that she would just let her grades fall that easily, like she just gave up on school. No matter how much he yelled, she would just lay there, looking empty and giving him quiet replies once in a while. He thought there was something seriously wrong with his child, not once stopping to act human and realize what she must be feeling.
One day, the phone rang downstairs as she was going back up from the kitchen. Buffy went to look at the caller ID in case it was Dawn, but had no plans on answering it if not.
And that was when she saw it out of the corner of her eye. About to turn away, something on the table under some of her father’s papers caught her attention. Curious, she pulled it out and looked at the front cover of what appeared to be a brochure.
Eyes widening as her knees began to feel weak, she read the title to herself again to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. ‘Sunnydale Mental Health Clinic and Practices.’
*
The door slammed, causing her to jolt out of her memory and thrash a little bit of water over the side of the tub. Spike sauntered in naked and uncaring, heading for the toilet.
Eyes wide, she asked incredulously, “What the hell are you doing!?”
“Taking a piss – what does it look like?” he replied.
“Have you ever heard of anything called privacy!? Don’t do that while I’m in here!” she panicked, looking away as she got up, letting the water rush down her body. Grabbing a towel as she stepped out, she quickly wrapped it around herself and hightailed it out of the bathroom, ignoring his amused look.
Furious, Buffy searched around for her clothes. She made a face as she stared down at her ripped shirt and closed her eyes as she realized she didn’t have anymore clean underwear. All that she had brought with her in the duffel bag had been used.
Spike emerged out of the bathroom and she jumped back. He raised his brow at her inquiringly, and she just gave him an annoyed look.
“Wha?” he asked.
“I don’t have any clothes to wear,” she said with bitterness in her voice.
He looked her over appreciatively, admiring her in the towel, liking the way her skin still glowed with moisture. “Good.”
“I need more,” she ground out, tightening her hold on her towel.
He stalked over to her in his naked glory, and pulled her grip free of the cloth, opening her towel as she glared at him furiously. He leaned in, without letting their bare bodies touch. “You don’t need any clothes, luv.” He pulled her roughly to him and dove for her neck, making her curse inwardly to herself for having a weak spot that he seemed to have discovered.
~
When she woke up, she was alone. Everything was quiet, and nothing could be heard from the bathroom, so Buffy assumed he was gone. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to clear her foggy vision.
As she began to see clearly, she realized that next to her on the bed was a stack of magazines. Of women’s clothing. From Victoria Secret to Macy’s to some weird leather store, it was a full collection. She frowned, puzzled at first by them, until she realized it was because she had told him she needed clothes. She scoffed. Of course she would never get to leave this hell-hole, not even to buy her basic needs. Bitterly, she went to put on her constraining leather outfit for the day.
~
Walking out of Spike’s room, needing something to fill her growling stomach, she paused when she saw a curious sight in the corner of the hallway. It was Cordelia and a guy, obviously getting a little hot and heavy. They paused, and the guy turned around so that Buffy could see his face. ‘What was his name again?’
Cordelia looked annoyed, and slightly pissed as she pushed him off of her gently. “You didn’t see anything, got it?”
“I-I…,” she shook her head, not knowing what the big deal was…until she realized who he was. Doyle. He was on the other side, and from the impression she got over the week, Buffy realized that the rivalry was so intense between the two sides, that none of them were allowed to consort with each other, not even couples who had been split up by trades.
Cordelia raised her brow at her, waiting impatiently.
“Yea, got it,” Buffy answered more coherently, sending Cordelia a look that told her she understood.
“Good,” she smiled sarcastically.
“Later then,” Doyle said simply as he started to walk away, giving Cordelia one last intense gaze.
Buffy could’ve sworn she saw a slight pout on Cordelia’s face, and that was certainly new.
Turning back to give Buffy an annoyed look, she said, “Killjoy.” She eyed Buffy’s clothing and added, “And seriously, didn’t you just wear that outfit yesterday??”
“Well, it’s not exactly like I have anything else to wear,” she replied sarcastically.
“But Spike gave you the magazines, right?” Cordy asked.
Buffy’s expression flickered. “Um yea, he did. Are those yours?”
“Yea, he told me to get you some this morning. You’re lucky I happen to wear school-marm disguises for some of our jobs, or else I wouldn’t have had the Macy’s one.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. Only these people would call Macy’s school-marm.
“Anyway, just circle the ones you want and I’ll have them ordered,” Cordelia added with a wave of her hand. She began to walk away, but Buffy stopped her.
“Wait, how much can I get?” she asked.
“Whatever you want, no one cares,” Cordelia replied. “Although, you definitely have to use the Victoria Secret one if you want Spike to be more agreeable,” she added with a smirk.
Buffy put on a contemptuous look and looked away.
Cordelia saw her expression and added in a slightly humorous but partly serious tone, “Hey, look at the fantastic wardrobe I have.”
Buffy frowned and looked at the brunette, confused at the comment. Cordelia’s expression seemed light, but Buffy saw a hint of bitterness that mirrored a fraction of her own.
“We have our ways, Buffy,” she said as she walked away with one last glance.
She understood Cordelia’s implications, and the image of Angelus on anyone made her toes curl. Even if it was Spike, Buffy still hated him with a passion. She wasn’t sure if she could play that game.
~
“I don’t even know why you try, man,” Gunn taunted as he and Riley circled each other, both heaving from the fight.
“I don’t need to try – I just do it,” Riley replied as he threw a punch, but Gunn ducked easily and delivered a hit to the gut.
His fellow members laughed at Riley’s never-ending pompous attitude. They saw him as some farm-boy-turned-wannabe-fighter, rightly so, because that’s exactly what he was. When he first got dragged into the gang, they found him as some naïve farm boy coming out to Los Angeles in hopes of more opportunities. That, in itself, was enough to send most of the L.A. natives reeling with laughter.
“Nice try, farm boy,” Gunn retorted as he slammed his fist into Riley’s jaw. Riley staggered and touched his jaw, glaring at Gunn.
“Kick his ass already!” Connor shouted. “We have better things to do than watch you two dance around like a bunch of pansies.”
Riley turned to glare at Connor for calling him a pansy, and Gunn smirked before slamming his fist into his face for an upper cut. The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and boo’s, more fights threatening to break out.
~
Hunger satiated, Buffy reluctantly headed towards the training room, hearing the commotion inside. Her aches told her to stay away, but something about the reality of it drew her in. They were teaching her to fight, and no matter how obvious it was, she wasn’t about to point out that they were allowing her to get closer and closer to escape.
Hearing a strangled noise, she stopped in her tracks, looking around. The stairway down to the training room was dark and dank, always giving her the creeps. Buffy was about to scurry into the gym door when she heard a muffled cry. Heartbeat picking up, she planted herself against the wall as she heard the sound of tearing.
It was coming from the stairway that was located even farther inward than the training room – a place she hadn’t yet explored. Just the idea of this place going even farther underground was enough to keep her away. But like a mouse to a mousetrap, she inched forward, following the sound of the struggle that was taking place. She could hear male voices, at least two, maybe three. A few grunts and a laugh, followed by a whimper.
Her mind prayed that it wasn’t what she thought it was, but as she peaked around the corner, out of view from them, her eyes widened in horror at the sight.
Harmony was perched on a dryer, her shirt torn off and hanging by the waist while a guy fucked her and two others held her down. She was practically naked, mouth covered by the grimy hand of another and Buffy could see blood running down the dryer. The man, who she didn’t recognize, fucked her violently, grunting as he quickened the pace and disregarded her pain. Her eyes were wide with pain as she begged for mercy, but the third guy only held her arms tighter behind her back.
Buffy turned away, tears threatening to spill and she held her hand to her mouth in shock. She was no longer looking, could no longer look at all, but she could hear the final grunt of the man and another voice quickly following, “My turn.”
As a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her away, Buffy screamed with pure terror, the first truly petrified scream she let herself make. She thrashed violently, blindly, until both hands of her assailant gripped her roughly.
“Whoa! B, calm down!” Faith said, looking at her like she was crazy. Buffy’s frightened eyes searched for clarity, as she realized it was only Faith. She never liked Faith, but at that moment, she couldn’t have been more relieved to see her.
Chest heaving, Buffy’s face relaxed, but it still showed the fear plainly displayed.
Faith was about to ask what happened, but she heard the noises, and understood. Pulling Buffy away into the safety of the training room, Faith turned to her and said, “That’s why little Barbies like you don’t go wandering down stairways alone.”
“Aren’t you going to help her?” Buffy asked frantically, the images still plaguing her mind.
Faith shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, B.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t work that way!? Did you see what they’re doing to her??”
“We already knew that was going to happen,” Faith replied with a shrug.
Buffy shook her head in disbelief. “What is wrong with you people?”
“Look – it’s obvious you can’t get it through that thick head of yours – we’re a gang. If you watch the cheesy movies, they’ll even tell you that shit happens. And our other little Barbie there?” Faith pointed towards the door, “She’s had it coming. Those assholes were just waiting for Spike to be done with her.”
Buffy looked truly disgusted, and a deeper fear crept up into her mind. Her heart raced at the thought of what would happen when the same happened to her.
Watching the emotions play across Buffy’s face, Faith advised, “The only way that’s not gonna be you someday, is if you start kicking some ass. She took too long to learn, and now it’s too late for her.” Faith gave Buffy a push forward, not wasting any more time chatting it up.
Spike watched the two curiously, wondering what was going on, and why Buffy had a horror-stricken expression as Faith pulled her into the room. She seemed to be screaming or arguing with Faith, but the brunette was surprisingly calm. Confused, he slowly worked his way towards them.
Faith shoved her forward, and she looked up to see Spike a few feet away from her. The brief feeling that washed over her at the sight of him made her freeze. It was relief. And at that realization, her emotions quickly turned to anger and she shot him a glare before storming past him, pushing his shoulder back with hers as she passed.
Spike raised a brow at Faith. “What was that all about?”
“She saw Harmony,” Faith replied.
“And?”
“In the laundry room with some of the lackies,” she added with a pointed look.
She didn’t have to say anymore, because he knew. He had known it would happen, too. The stupid little pricks were always horny, and Harm was the only one who couldn’t defend herself properly. Well, not only one. But only Harmony was fair game for them.
Spike turned around to look over at Buffy, who was looking down with a scrunched forehead, off in her own thoughts. Feeling someone’s eyes on her, she looked up, meeting his gaze. She gave him a cold look, masking her fading trauma, and turned away to wait for Darla’s instruction.
He exhaled, turning away to begin his own workout, pushing his thoughts of her out of his mind. He refused to admit why he had chosen to protect Buffy over the woman he had shagged for a year. Spike told himself it had nothing to do with Buffy…she was just a good fuck.
A/N: Ok, I had a hard time writing that one scene, and I’m usually un-phased by whatever I write, so I apologize if anyone was disturbed. It wasn’t just there to punish Harmony – it served a purpose that I’ve been hinting at. Hopefully, you got it at the end. Anyway, I’m extremely proud I updated both fics recently – please review? :D
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WARNING: There is a non-Spuffy gang rape in this chapter- if you don't think you can handle it (because it IS disturbing), DON'T read- this is your only warning, so please don't flame me if you choose to read this.