Title: Scary Visual Places

Scary Visual Places
By Angel

Obligatory opening Quote:
"But Piglet wasn't listening, he was so agog at the thought of seeing Christopher Robin's blue braces again. He had only seen them once before, when he was much younger, and, being a little over-excited by them, had had to go to bed half an hour earlier than usual; and he had always wondered since if they were _really_ as blue and as bracing as he had thought them."
--Milne.
***


Joyce lay tied spread eagle to the bed, listening to the sounds from the other room. The blindfold tickled her eyes and drove her crazy because she couldn't see what was happening. She'd been sleeping with Giles off and on since the candy thing, but lately the relationship had gotten more than a little kinky.

First, it had been feathers. Then a scarf around her wrists. Then one over her eyes. Then watching movies like _9 1/2 Weeks_ and _Young Lady Chatterley_ and experimenting from there. Lately they'd progressed into what could only be called pornography. Joyce had the distinct feeling he didn't need any more ideas, but was using the movies to make the acts palatable to her.

She heard heavy steps in the hall, the kind that could only be made by blocky engineers' boots, and she tingled all over at the notion that he was going to ravish her while she was blind and helpless on his bed.

"So, pet, ready to play?" he asked, the cultured sound of the librarian having given way to the street accent of Ripper. "Open your mouth."

Joyce, nervous now, complied and felt a hard metal ring fitted behind her teeth and buckled around her head. She realized she couldn't close her mouth. Then, she felt him kneeling over her shoulders, and smelled his musk. The head of his penis slipped through the ring, and he proceeded to ravish her mouth until satisfied.

At first, she tried to lick and suck, but the steady battering strokes made that impossible. She concentrated on not choking, and realized that tonight, she was just along for the ride. Before his climax, he pulled out of her mouth.

"Where shall I put it now, pet? Any preferences?" He moved down her body, and pressed her breasts together around himself. A few thrusts into the channel they made, while pinching at her nipples, and he continued down. She moaned a little. "Liked that, did you, lovely? Maybe later."

He closed her thighs and shoved himself between them, teasing the outside of her sex but never entering. She tried to spread her legs but his hands were too strong. He unchained one foot and bent her knee, proceeding to rub himself into that cleft as well. He pushed her feet together, fitting nicely into the curve of the arches.

Joyce was begging around the gag, and her words would have been unintelligible for anyone save a very experienced top. Giles laughed at her. "Getting pushy, are we, darling? Demanding I fuck you? Just for that, there shall be no orgasm for you tonight. And if you have one, I promise I will beat you so badly that you won't sit for a week."

Rough now, he shoved the free leg up and secured it to the headboard of his bed. He unchained the other and did likewise. Joyce moaned in discomfort, and he soothed her slightly by penetrating her and thrusting firmly. She rubbed against him as best she could, the awkward position making the sex more intense.

When he saw she was enjoying the situation, he withdraw, eliciting a whimper, only to penetrate the rear passage, forcing himself past the tight sphincter, and luxuriating in her heat. He unbuckled the gag and kissed her fiercely, biting at her lip and drawing blood.

She almost giggled. "I thought my daughter was the one seeing a vampire."

"Shut your hole or I'll gag it again." He kissed her, filling her mouth to overflowing with his tongue, while stabbing brutally into her ass.

She couldn't believe this was arousing her. She knew if he didn't cum soon, she would be taking a very hard spanking. He was tailpiping her like she was an old queen and well used to such treatment. She teetered on the brink of orgasm, but before she tipped over, he came with a roar, drenching her insides, and pulsating almost painfully.

He remained in her until soft, and then left to wash. Her arms and legs cramped and her lower back ached. She needed to remind him they were 40, not 19. Giles unchained her when he returned but left the blindfold in place. She touched it curiously, and he batted her hands away.

"The night is very young, pet. And there are many more things we can do..."

***

Across town, Willow adjusted the black corset and answered the phone while brushing her hair.

"Mistress?" came the hesitant voice. "Are you ready? I am here, and await your instructions."

"Very good," she purred. "Come in the house, and lock the door. Strip and wait for me on your hands and knees in the living room."

She gave him a little time as she slipped on the over the knee boots with the silver spike heels. Then she carefully made her descent. He watched her hungrily as she took the stairs slowly, and then walked to a large wingback chair and sat.

Wordlessly she beckoned him, and he crawled to her. She patted his cropped hair, black with electric blue this week, and buckled a spiked collar around his neck. "Nice puppy. And how do puppies show they are happy to see their mistresses?"

Oz wagged his rear, wishing he could grow the tail that he was rather vain about three nights a month, just so he could make her happy. He put his hands on her leg and knelt up to lick her face, then the pink nipples that were barely covered by the lace. Then, knowing what was expected, he licked between her open legs.

"Good puppy. Now do it properly." She tapped the riding crop against her boot in warning. She loved this game.

***

Every light burned in the Chase kitchen. The parents were out of town and it was Maria's night off. Wesley was quickly discovering that tweed and cheese fondue were a disastrous combination. He'd cooked dinner for Cordelia, and was delighted when she praised it. He shed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves in preparation to do the dishes. Cordy tugged gently at the blue suspenders, snapping them against his back and making him jump.

"I think I have a better idea," she commented.

"Yes?" he stammered.

"Wear this." She tossed him a small lace apron. He tied it around his waist obediently. "And nothing else!" came the imperious follow up. He stripped down quickly, folding each garment and then feeling a bit ridiculous with the apron covering him.

Cordelia had not been idle. When he looked up at her, she took his glasses off, and pushed him to his knees. She wore a moderately sized strap-on dildo over her soft slacks, and guided him to suck on it.

"I suggest, boy, you get it very wet. You know what I plan to do to you."

He felt his own cock twitch beneath the silly lace apron and sucked the unyielding plastic, licking it and wetting it. He loved Cordelia's beauty, her charm, and her ever-inventive mind. He hadn't even known she owned a strap on.

"Enough. Up. Do the dishes. By hand."

Wondering how he had displeased her, Wesley returned his attentions to the dishes, and worked quickly. In the midst of scrubbing the fondue pot, he felt himself pushed forward over the sink, and something poking at the back. He relaxed, and Cordelia penetrated him with the strap-on.

He scrubbed, she screwed, until the pot was clean and he was hard enough to drive nails. He set the pot in the drainer and let the water out. Finally she stopped and withdrew.

"Very nice," she said. "Into the living room. And just to make it interesting, crawl."

He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled to the living room. But before he had gone four feet, a crop landed across his rear. A few more feet and it smacked right between the cheeks, on his rather open hole. The next blow found his unprotected balls, and he flinched and crawled even faster. Finally there, he knelt up like Cordelia had taught him, hands locked behind his head, and awaited her pleasure. It was going to be a long night and she was being very creative tonight.

His eyes took in the array of toys she had laid out while he was cooking, and his already erect cock throbbed even more. She slipped up behind him and pinched his nipples, making him shudder. "I think we'll start with some clamps. Then a proper caning. And then you can reward me for granting you my attention. And after that, we'll see."

***

"So, Xander, what shall we do with this morsel fate dropped in our laps tonight?" Angelus held a struggling Faith pinioned in his arms. "You want first bite, or shall I?"

The younger vamp circled the Slayer. "Mmm, rich Slayer blood. You couldn't get Buffy too?"

"Look, idiot, I'm one vamp. If you want two Slayers, go hunting with me. If not, keep that incredibly cute mouth shut until I decide to put something in it."

"Can we be really mean to her? I want payback for the strangling number."

Angelus laughed. "I say we drain her until she's too weak to fight, fuck her silly, and dump her for Buffy to find."

Faith made her opinion known in exceedingly negative terms, and Xander hit her. A bruise started, but the Slayer healing kicked in before it did more than turn red.

"I like your plan, Deadboy. Let's eat first, play later." They morphed and each took one side of her neck.

Angelus looked up from his drinking. "Careful. We want her alive for the rest of it. Just too weak to fight."

Xander came up reluctantly. "She tastes so good. Can we finish her afterwards?" he pouted.

"No, no, acushla. If we leave her alive, we can do this again when we want."

The younger man smiled evilly and unfastened Faith's jeans. She struggled, braced herself on Angelus in preparation for kicking him flat. Angelus knocked her balance off and threw her to the floor.

"You're both dust. Buffy and I will be back in the morning," she promised, trying to gain her feet.

"Do that, sweetie," Xander sneered, dumping her onto her butt and tugging off her boots and jeans. "Look, Angelus, no panties."

"Looks like our girl had plans for Buffy tonight. Let's see how she likes eating you when you're full of our taste." He pulled Faith's upper body off the ground and shredded her midriff top with his claws. "The jacket will cover it for you." He pinched a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, letting his claws dig into the soft skin. She struggled and kicked futilely at Xander.

The younger man forced her legs apart, and shoved three fingers into her with no warning. "Aw, Angelus, she's not wet. Should I do her dry?"

"Why not? I'm going to. I'll bet she's tighter than you are, schmoopy."

Faith fought against the two men's hands, but their bites had left her weakened beyond even normal female weakness. Angelus held her head still so she was forced to watch as Xander took her.

"Payback, Slayer-Bitch. You pounced me, and you tried to kill me. Now I'm getting it back. Help me here, Angelus, let's both do her." Xander, never vacating Faith's body, laid down on his back, pulling her to sit atop him. "This feel familiar? I know you like the top. Or maybe you'd rather have your fingers around my neck again. Go ahead. I don't need to breathe anymore."

Angelus moved to kneel and spread Faith's bottom with his hands. "I'm going in. Hold her still." He shoved both thumbs into her, spreading her open to ease the way. She screamed.

"Did I ever tell you, slut, that we're soundproofed here? Scream all you want," Angelus snarled in her ear. Her hands went to Xander's throat again, and he held her wrists to steady them. He was warm, flushed with her blood, but the neck was utterly still. No breath, no heartbeat.

When Angelus forced his way in, she screamed again from the tearing and the burning. It felt like she was being split in two with a red hot poker. She closed her fingers, feeling Xander's windpipe crush beneath her fingers. Bone would break for this.

He pulled her hands away from his throat and looked at Angelus, horrified. Angelus pulled out of Faith and slammed back in, eliciting another scream. "That is for stealing my Xand's voice. You'll heal up fine, dear one. You just won't be talking for a week or so. Let's finish with this bitch so I can take care of you."

Together they sawed away at Faith, ignoring her screams, ignoring her. She was no more than the vessel they vented their undead desires upon, a toy. Xander pulled Faith forward, and buried his game face in one shoulder, taking enough blood to facilitate an orgasm. Angelus leaned into the pair and bit the other shoulder. They came together, drenching the Slayer in blood-tainted cum, before shoving her aside, to lie breathing shallowly, semiconscious. The older vampire cradled his wounded childe, kissing him deeply.

Before Faith could recover too much, Angelus pulled her to her feet by her hair, and held her out to Xander. The younger male took her right arm almost gently, before snapping all three bones. For good measure, he broke all five fingers.

"Good boy. Except that she stakes ambidexterously."

Xander scowled, wishing he could talk, and broke her other arm and hand.

"Not going to be staking anybody for a while, Slayer. Xand, have another drink. It'll help you get better. But leave her alive."

Xander bit her one last time, draining her until her heart rate was almost too slow. The blood made him feel better.

"I'll drop her off where Buffy can find her," Angelus said, slinging the unconscious girl over his shoulder. "You stay here and rest, and I'll bring back take-out." He kissed his schmoopy one last time before heading out the door. Xander made his way to the couch, turned on the local country music station and let the pained music wash the pain from his neck.

***

Buffy stalked through the next to last cemetery. She was bored and cranky. No one had offered to patrol with her. No one had answered the phone when she called. And now, not one vampire had bothered her all night. She wondered where everyone was. Just another quiet night in Sunnydale.

*end*