Sierra’s Not Alone Ch. 01
Sierra looked around, marveling in the beauty of nature. There were so many stars out, and the first light was starting to creep into the sky. Turning around, she retreated back to her cave, deciding she should head to bed soon. She had been in the wilderness for about 4 years now, ever since she discovered what a freak she was. When she turned 12, she discovered that she was a mutant. She couldn’t stand the way people had stared at her, they way they gawked. Being empathic, feeling why they were gawking made it worse. After having her powers only 3 months, she had to leave. She hadn’t dared venture back into civilization, because of her mutation. She had wings, and it was hard not to draw attention to the big blue bat wings sticking from behind her back. Plus, her skin gradually took on a blue hue, getting darker until it was midnight blue. She also had the ability to hide her scent, she had discovered, when shortly after she had run away, searcher had followed her with dogs. She had willed her scent to disappear, and she hid in the trees of the northern California woods. Her wings weren’t quite grown then, so she couldn’t fly. The only time she dared to fly now was at night, when she ran little risk of being seen.
Nighttime, she took the opportunity to go into the little town 6 miles away. That is how she got supplies; she hated stealing, but she had to have clothes, and there were few garages that were actually locked. Nobody seemed to notice anything missing, so she continued her midnight raids once or twice a week, and her little cave had a homey feel to it. She had gathered enough blankets to have a comfortable sleeping place, and a few dishes for eating. A few of the garages had fridges in their garages, so she occasionally had some good food to eat. She had even come across books on survival, teaching her how to make snares for small animals. She had everything she needed, except for one thing: a companion.
She got of a newspaper tonight, for the first time, and she decided to read it to see what the world was up to. The headlines on the front page jumped out at her. MUTANTS IN SOCIETY. Astonished, Sierra glanced down at the picture; it was a picture of normal looking kids, but one had a tail. She glanced at the caption, and it said that they were students at the school for gifted youngsters, operated by Professor Charles Xavier. Sierra felt her heart leap; she wasn’t alone like she thought! There were others who had powers! She sat and thought about the article for awhile, and slowly drifted off into dreams of laughing with others and having friends…..
She awoke sometime in the mid-afternoon, and made herself something to eat. Walking out to her garden, she picked a few veggies, and went inside to cook, her mind still swirling with the thoughts of the others. She hadn’t even finished cooking before she had decided that tonight she would fly to the school. She knew it would be further than she has ever flown before, but she set her mind to it, and set about the rest of the day organizing the things in her cave and making sure that she would be able to return should something happen.
As evening fell, she pulled her pack up to her back, resting it between her wings, and leaped into the air and began flying. She was glad she had decided to wear pants, as it was a nippy night for early may. She has selected to wear all black, so she wouldn’t be so noticeable. She had braided her waist-length black hair, and pulled on some black combat boots so as to make landing a bit easier. She had to travel for about a week at night just to get to New York. She knew she would be exhausted, and she had mentally prepared herself for what may lie ahead. On her way east, she stopped into that little town for hopefully the last time, and rummaged in a garage, finding a travel atlas and a compass. Taking flight again, she hoped she would never have to return to that town.
6 nights later found her flying over Westchester, NY. She was looking around for the school, but it was hard because a raging storm had come up, whipping her braid around and tearing at her pack. She released her pack, and fought hard against to wind and torrents of rain that threatened to throw her against a building here or there. Seeing the building she recognized from the picture in the newspaper, she aimed down. Going a little faster than she expected, she hit the ground a little too hard and rolled across the lawn, unconscious before she hit the front door.
Logan had been walking through the hallway, grumbling something to himself about the kids, when he heard a loud thud against the front door. Turning, he walked to the door and opened it a crack. Opening the door some more, he finally saw Sierra’s unconscious body, lying in a heap. He ran and picked her up, rushing to the infirmary.
Muttering to himself how he didn’t need another teenager to drive him crazy, he heard her move, and she said, “I made it…” Looking down Logan saw she was barely conscious. “Don’t talk; save your strength. I’m taking you to the infirmary. Don’t worry.” At those words, she slipped unconscious again.
All the next morning, rumors flew around school about the girl who had landed in the front yard. Every one had something to say, but most of the rumors were groundless. At around 10 AM or so, Sierra regained consciousness, and sat up quickly not remembering where she was for a moment. Seeing a young woman with her back turned, she stopped and stared. “Oh god,” she thought, “I’ve been caught…what are they gonna do to me?”
Turning around, Jean smiled. “Nothing, my dear. You were in terrible shape when you landed in the yard last night. Well, since you are awake, I am going to get the professor.” Making her leave, jean smiled slightly at the shocked look on the girl’s face.
“Can she read my mind?” thought Sierra worriedly. Glancing around the room, she realized that the red-haired woman hadn’t even locked the door going out of her room. She obviously wasn’t being held here for experiments, and she had said something about the professor. Was it Charles Xavier? She could only hope.
After what seemed like hours, she heard the door open, and an older man entered in a wheelchair. Smiling warmly at her, he spoke. “Hello, Sierra, I am Professor Charles Xavier. I hope you are feeling better?” Shocked as to how he knew her name, she couldn’t find her voice to speak. Then, she jumped at hearing his voice in her head. “Yes, Sierra, I know your name, ad why you cam here. I am a mutant, as you are, and my power is telepathy. I read your mind while you slept so we would know why you ended up unconscious in the yard.”
Still speechless, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Wheeling his chair to her bedside, he smiled at her. “I assure you, we mean no harm; we just want to provide youngsters like yourself a place where that can feel safe. I want to help you feel like you belong.” Finally smiling slightly, Sierra almost started crying. There were people who didn’t care how she looked! Clearing her throat, she softly said, “Thank you, Professor. But, if it is alright with you, I would rather stay away from everyone else for awhile. It’s gonna be awhile before I adjust to the fact that I look…different.” Swallowing again, she averted her eyes to her lap.
The professor spoke softly, just as she had. “Well, I thought you might feel that way, and I wanted you to meet someone. He ought to make you feel at ease. Kurt, come in here please.”
The door opened again, and a young man walked in, and she gasped slightly. He was dark blue and had yellow eyes just like her. He had a long tail, pointed ears, and only 3 fingers on each hand. “Hello. It’s nice to know that I am not the only blue person,” he says, smiling. Noticing he has an accent, she also realizes he is kinda cute, although he was probably not interested in her. Clearing her throat again, she smiled, revealing she had small fangs, and replied, “I’m very surprised, myself….” The professor and jean left, obviously communicating to each other with their telepathy. Feeling that Kurt was a little nervous, she spoke first after the professor left. “Is there anything good to eat here?”
Kurt looked up from the floor, and blushed a little, glad it wouldn’t show through his dark skin. “Yes, in the kitchen. I’ll show you.”
Sierra could feel his shyness, and it made her feel a bit more shy. Looking down at her gown, she told him, “Well, I don’t wanna walk around with my butt hanging out for the world to see… Do you think you could find some clothes for me first?”
Kurt smiled, and replied with a nod before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Startled, Sierra watched the smoke dissipate. A moment later, Kurt reappeared with some clothes. Laying the clothes down at the foot of her bed, he stepped outside of the room to give hr some privacy. Looking at the clothes, she realized that a bra and panties were included. The clothes fit, and surprisingly so did the c- cup bra. Being only 5′2, she hoped the pants wouldn’t be too long. Picking up the next article of clothing, she realized that she was given a skirt that went just above her knees. Oh well. She also had a spaghetti strap tank top, and she pulled that on, feet first, and when it hit the base of her wings, she pulled the straps over her shoulders. It barely covered her breasts, but she didn’t mind. She was still kind of in a daze.
Not caring about being barefoot, she stepped out of the room, smiling at Kurt. Kurt stared for a moment, and had to avert his eyes. She looked very beautiful, wearing all black, but he forced the thoughts from his mind. Sierra, picking up on his feeling, realized he was attracted to her. Smiling to herself, she was glad some one liked her at all.
Kurt kept quiet, stealing sideways glances at the young woman. She was only 18, but she was so beautiful to him… Damned be it, she was underage! Shaking his head, he focused on getting to the kitchen, and getting her something to eat. Deciding to make conversation, and to help her not notice all the stares from the students, he asked her, “Do you have an idea of what you want?”
Realizing people were staring, she felt wonder in their stares, not fear like she had so long ago. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and looked up at Kurt. He wasn’t too much taller than her, but he was kind of slouching. She took in his nicely toned body, and replied, “I have no clue. I haven’t had some real cooked food in so long. Just stuff I caught in the forest, and veggies.”
Kurt glanced at her, and realized she was staring at him, almost as if she knew what he was feeling. This was strange for him, to have another mutant who looked as he did. He didn’t feel alone with her here, and he had known her for a total of 15 minutes! It was a nice feeling. “I’ll get Logan to cook you up something. He makes good omelets, and waffles.”
Arriving at the kitchen, Sierra folded her wings in front of her like a cape, and hooked the claws at the tip around each other to fasten them in place. The kitchen smelled delicious, and she sat down at the breakfast nook, and smiled up at Kurt. “Well, you choose what to feed me. I can’t decide.”
Seeing as Logan wasn’t in sight, he turned to the fridge. He thought he felt her eyes roaming over his body, and he turned to glance at her. She was staring at the island. Great, now he was imagining things. He was the one checking her out on the way here, stealing every look that he could at her cleavage.
Scott walked in, and saw Sierra. Smiling, he walked up to her and offered his hand. “Hi, you must be the new girl, Sierra. I’m Scott.”
Sierra looked up, and saw a good looking young man smiling at her, and her shyness came back. Taking his hand timidly, she smiled.
Scot turned the go to the fridge and clapped Nightcrawler on the back. “So, Kurt…How does it feel to not be the only blue X-Man now?” Kurt smiled, and just shrugged his shoulders. Finding a few eggs left, he set about making an omelet for Sierra, and enough for himself, too. He hadn’t eaten yet, so he figured he might as well eat with her. Setting a plate in front of her, he sat across from her. She smiled, and began eating. “Wow, this is good.” Kurt looked up at her and smiled, feeling a bit aroused. She was so beautiful. Mind, she was the only other blue mutant at the school, but he still felt she was beautiful. Looking down to her breasts, he felt a little hard, and caught himself thinking how he would love to taste them, to lick them, and he forced the thoughts out of his head and continued eating.
After they were finished, He asked, “Would you like to meet Rogue? You and she have a bit in common. When she had discovered she was a mutant, she ran away from home as well, and felt like an outcast. I think you would get along with her. She’s I the game room, I think.” Sierra just nodded, and followed behind Kurt, taking the opportunity to check out his ass. She had sensed his arousal, and it made her a wee bit wet thinking about how he had stared at her.
Arriving in the game room, Kurt introduced her to Rogue. “Hi Sugar, nice to meetcha!” Rogue extended her gloved hand forward, and shook her hand. “Well, I imagine that you don’t have anything else to wear, right? Well, let’s go se the professor right quick. I’m sure he has a holo thing for you by now.” Taking her hand, Rogue waved at Kurt, and he watched them leave. Sierra stole a glance back at Kurt, and smiled shyly before she was out of site. Kurt realized she had probably been attracted to him, and he suddenly needed to sit down. Logan sat next to him, and asked, “So, Is she nice? Or a brat?”
Kurt just held his head in his hands, and didn’t reply. “Oh, so you like her. Well, that’s to be expected. I think she likes you bud. I saw her starin’ at you before she left. Be careful, though, she is only 18.”
Kurt looked up. “18? She doesn’t look that young… I would have thought maybe 23. She’s beautiful.”
Logan grinned. “Yeah, that she is, no doubt. The blue skin suits her.”
Kurt laughed. “Yeah, but you are right. She is underage. I need to maintain nothing beyond a friendship with her. She is more shy than I am, and that’s strange to me.”
It was Logan’s turn to laugh. “Well, I hope you two can become friends. Imagine, the Nightcrawler with a partner.”
Rogue and Sierra arrived at the Professor’s office, and rogue walked right in. Feeling shy again, Sierra just looked at the floor.
Xavier looked at Rogue and smiled. “So, I see you’ve met Sierra. I expect you want to take her shopping?
Rogue just smirked. “Yeah, and I hate it when you read my mind like that.”
The professor chuckled a little. “I like to play with my students a bit. It’s where I get my fun.” Reaching into his desk, he pulled out a ring. Handing it to Sierra, he told her to put it on. Sierra obliged, and her hand turned to normal pink flesh! She looked up at the professor. The professor told her to look in the mirror. She turned, and she saw herself, but looking like a normal 18 year old girl. No wings, green eyes, and slightly tanned normal skin. “Oh…my…I look …normal…”
The professor smiled. “Well, only while you wear the ring. It projects a holographic image over your body to make you appear human. We had to make one for Kurt, so he would be able to go in public without being harassed. The only catch is you have to keep your wings folded close to you, and don’t let anyone touch you I want you to go with Rogue. She’ll take you to the mall, and you can get yourself some clothes, and a few other things for your new room. I want you to enjoy yourself today; I’ll see you when you return.”
Sierra turned to Rogue. “Before we go, I need shoes, and maybe if you could, do my makeup?”
The professor smiled as they left talking. “I think she’s already feeling comfortable here. She’ll fit in well. The only problem is Kurt’s attraction. I think he’ll behave, though.”
Laughing as they returned from the mall a few hours later, Rogue and Sierra had become fast friends. “How about that one boy who tripped when he saw you? He couldn’t take his eyes from you, girl!”
Sierra giggled. “I know…It feels nice to have people look at me and think I look pretty, not look at me and think I am a freak. I never want to leave here.”
Heading upstairs, continuing their girl chat, Logan stepped in front of them.
“Well, since you girls returned, I have your room ready, Sierra. Rogue, she’s to be your new roommate. You two hit it off so well, the Prof Thought you should share a room.”
Sierra recognized Logan by his scent. “Hey, you’re the guy who found me…. Umm… thanks.” Jumping up to hug him, Logan stood there startled for a second, before returning her hug with one arm. “Alright, kiddo, take it easy. Go to your room.”
Pulling her off, he walked away. Sierra watched him, and felt that he had liked the thanks, even though he pretended to be irritated. “Don’t worry Sugar. He’s always like that. He liked it; he just puts up a tough exterior.”
“I know, Rogue. I felt it.”
Rogue stared for a moment, and asked, “What, you an empath?” Sierra smiled. “I dunno, I just feel how people feel, you know? That, and I figured how to hide my scent from search dogs.”
Rogue jumped at that last one. “Really? Well, don’t tell that to Logan. He follows the kids by scent. He’s known as Wolverine, because he can smell anything going on. He also has claws that come from his hands. Don’t ask, he’s touchy about them claws.”
Getting to their room, Rogue helped Sierra put her stuff away. “So, girl, how do you like Kurt? His nickname is Nightcrawler. He can teleport, and he used to be an acrobat. He’s pretty flexible, if you know what I mean.” Winking, she laughed as she saw Sierra blush. “Well, with that ring on, it’s noticeable when you blush.”
Sierra pulled the ring off, and just looked at Rogue. “I will admit, I think he is cute. But, I’m not 18. Besides, I’ve never even kissed a boy. I don’t think he is interested in me.”
Rogue laughed. “Oh well, you can still fantasize, girl. It don’t hurt nuthin.”
Sierra pulled out her bathing suit. “Well, she we go for a swim?”
Rogue smiled, and said, “That’s what I don’t do, sugar.”
Sierra sensed some sadness and frustration. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, because of my power, I can’t touch another person without absorbing their memories, and with mutants, their powers too. I put the first boy I kissed into a coma. I just don’t do things that leave my skin exposed. Sorry. I’ll get Kitty to go with you. She’s a sweetie.” Rogue walked out for a moment, and Sierra changed. She looked at herself in the mirror, and admired herself. She didn’t look so bad, she thought to herself. The blue skin was flattering, and it made her special. Her haircut helped, too. It was below her waist, and she had it cut to just below her shoulders. Her bikini was white, and she thought she looked nice. Grabbing a towel, she opened the door just as Rogue got back. “Hey, here’s Kitty. Now, go swim and have fun girls!” Rogue pulled Sierra out of the room, and she smiled at Kitty. “Hi. Ready to go?”
Kitty smiled. “Sure. Let’s go.” She did look kinda like Kurt, Kitty thought. Just with wings and no tail. Neat.
Getting to the pool, Sierra dove in, and came back up. “Water feels great, Kitty! Come in!” Kitty giggled, and dove in herself. The two girls began splashing each other, and were oblivious to the few guys who came out.
“Well, can we join in the fight?” Startled, the girls looked up, and saw Kurt, Scott, and Bobby Drake standing there. “Smiling, they all looked at each other and jumped in, not waiting for an answer. Kurt had teleported above the pool, and landed right between the two girls, splashing them both. He came up laughing, and smiled at kitty. “Aww, did I splash the poor Kitty?” Sierra was laughing as well, and made her way to the side of the pool, and say on the steps in the shallow end. Watching everyone having fun, she decided to go back up to the room. Grabbing her towel, she started to dry her hair on her way back in.
“But I want your every wish to be my command. If you free me from this circle I will be your loyal slave. So how about it, lover?”
“No, I won”t fall for your tricks.” Jonathan replied with all his resolve.
The demoness had a slightly befuddled look on her face. Never in her long existence had she been refused by a human being before.
Here stood a being that had once-upon-a-time turned two little-known villages, called Sodom and Gomorra, into places of legendary depravity. This demon had single-handedly turned a prospering Roman Empire into the corrupt and decadent society of its later days. It was her suggestion which made Caligula rape his mother, daughter and even his horse. It was his passion that had turned virginal Cressida into a whore who serviced the whole Roman army. It was she who gave Marquis De Sade the inspiration for his most perverse works.
In the many millennia she had roamed the Earth, she had toppled four empires, seduced over eighty “holy” men, turned countless innocent women to prostitution and even more tragic lovers to suicide, but this man… No, not even a man… A mere boy resisted her legendary powers. How could that be?!? But the demoness wasn”t worried, yet.
The air became thick with her most powerful pheromones, her flesh rippled and transformed to give her an even more seductive appearance, and her psychic powers probed the surface of his mind. The pheromones were so strong that even Jonathan”s numbed body had to react. In his loins something stirred and the more primitive areas of his brain were trying to persuade his higher brain functions to do something with it. But Jonathan had prepared for this eventuality and through rigorous mental exercises he was able to subdue these urges. But even he was barely prepared for what came next.
Somewhere in his mind the mental probes had found an image. It was the face of the woman he desired and more than anything or anyone in the world. In his conscious thoughts he might think that he hated her, but unconsciously he desired her. So the demons” flesh was moulded into a very familiar shape. The curly red hair came uncurled and turned blonde. The face became younger, more innocent, but with a hardness around the eyes. The supple flesh of her arms and thighs became tighter, more muscular. The likeness was striking.
“B… Bb… Buh.. Buffy?”
“Yes Jonathan, it”s me.” Even the voice was spot on. “It”s me Buffy Summers, the slayer.” I
“No, it can”t be. You”re the… You”re the demon…” Even all his precautions couldn”t have prepared Jonathan for this.
“No, I”m not. I”m Buffy. I”m everything you ever wanted. And you know what Jonathan? You are everything I always wanted. Ever since our first meeting in the bell-tower, you remember, when you wanted to shoot yourself… Well, ever since I looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, I knew one thing: one day you would be mine.”
The succubus flashed her eyelashes and looked at him in her most seductive manner. It was the look that had made devout and noble Lancelot plunge his sword of flesh in her sheath as she wore Guinevere”s guise. And where strong-willed Lancelot failed, Jonathan didn”t stand a chance. He took a step towards the woman of his dreams, and Andrew surely would”ve died happily in her embrace, if not for the hand of fate.
Or rather the hand of Andrew…
Limp comatose Andrew had fallen backwards and had ended up with his torso halfway outside the circle. As Jonathan walked towards his Buffy, he stepped on Andrew”s right hand, which made him stumble. This mild disturbance was just enough to break the trance in which he was held. Just before stepping into the circle he veered to the right, turning his head from the succubus and covering his ears with his hands.
He started humming to drown out her pleading voice and remained thus for a couple of minutes to regain his composure.
After a few minutes, when his breathing had returned to regular and his a heartbeat steady, he walked over to the tape-recorder and inserted a new tape, all the while facing away from the demoness. He started the tape and the sounds of Handel”s Messiah filled the cavern. The soothing tones of the music calmed his mood even further and after putting on mirror-shades, he faced her again.
“So demoness, now you will listen to me. Capice?”
“Okay master, whatever you say.” She said with a resigned sigh.
“First, drop that guise. I don”t want to look at you and see her.”
“Okay, whatever you say master.” As she said this she transformed, but not into her androgynous form. No, she turned into that other person she had seen in his mind. Her features became more sharp, her hair turned dark red, almost black, and her eyes became black as night. “Is this more pleasing to you master?”
“No not her, not ever her.” Jonathan”s voice rose in pitch to reveal his panic.
“Okay not her, but who then?”
“I don”t care but not the two of them.”
“Okay Master, if you say so.” And Willow Rosenberg disappeared. She then transformed herself into someone called Sharon Mitchell, also a person that was buried in Jonathan”s mind. “This better master?”
“Yes, much better.” Jonathan sighed with relief as she took on the form of an eighties porn actress he used to have the hots for, but that was some time ago.
Her face showed some disappointment at his lack of reaction, but she decided to let it be for the moment. Better to let this puny boy, who held her fate in his hands, tell her what he had in store for her and then decide what to do.
“So demoness…”
“Could you please call me Lillith, that”s my name. Demoness and succubus are so impersonal.”
“Okay Lillith. I will set you free, if you”ll do a few tasks for me. How about that?”
“What tasks, oh magnificent one?”
“I want you to extract revenge on some people.”
“On what people?”
“You”ve already assumed the faces of two of them. I want you to punish them in the worst possible manner. Leave “em like my friend Andrew here, like drooling vegetables. Break their hearts in the worst possible manner, but most important of all render them completely harmless. They don”t have to be killed, per se. However if you leave them alive, make them prisoners inside their own heads, like my friend here.” Jonathan nudged Andrew”s hand with his toe. “I want you to do them, and their friends.”
“I will do as you ask master, but who are these people?”
“The two strongest are called Buffy Summers, she”s a slayer, and Willow Rosenberg, who is a powerful witch, but I assume you already picked that information from my mind. Their friends are called: Xander Harris, he”s a nothing, and he has a girlfriend called Anya, whom I believe is a former demon. Then there”s Buffy”s brat sister Dawn, she shouldn”t be a problem. There”s an English bloke called Rupert Giles, don”t underestimate him, he”s a powerful sorcerer. For the past year Buffy”s been shagging a vampire called Spike, I also want you to do him. Then there”s a score of former boyfriends who have the annoying habit of popping up. There”s a vampire called Angel, who currently resides in Los Angeles, you might have to do him. Then there”s Riley Finn, a soldier also a former toy boy of Buffy, I don”t know where he”s hiding but you might give him your goods. Willow used to shag a guy called Oz before she turned a lesbo, he”s a werewolf. The list is endless.”
“Who do you want me to get rid of, master?”
“All of them, I want you to take care of anyone who ever had anything to do with Buffy Summers, okay? And make them suffer!”
“I”ll make them suffer in ways you cannot imagine. Will you set me free now?”
“You will only be allowed to go free, if you immediately take off for Sunnydale, and only if you leave me alone.”
“This is the last you”ll ever see of me master. Set me free and I”ll extract your revenge.”
“Okay, then you”re free to go.”
As soon as Jonathan spoke that sentence the succubus changed into a vapour and flew upward out into the open air, through one of the air holes that was in the roof of the cave.
“Goodbye my master, you”ll be revenged.” Came the laughing voice of the demoness. “You”ll never see me again, at least in this guise.”
Jonathan slumped against a cave wall and let out a deep sigh. “So Andrew, your Warren is going to be avenged after all, how about that?” He spoke while wandering what to do with the mindless body of his former friend. There was a mental institution nearby, maybe he could drop him off there. And then he would flee to the other side of the world, to Australia or something, where no-one could find him, ever…
But first he had to take care of his erection. So started doing what he did best.
“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.
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