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Pleasurable Evils	By : JayDee Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13860 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Pleasurable Evils

By JD joandoe@gmail.com
Description: Stripped of their souls, and aided by the dark magic sacrifice of Dawn, Spike and Angelus re-unite to brutally rape and kill the Slayer.
Content Codes (for part two): Dickgirl/F, rape, nc, viol, magic-mutil, grope
Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of Joss Whedon’s characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.
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Part two: Dawn Cannot Die
Spike entered the darkness of the Cave of The Incantatrix with the bravery of a man who knows that the thing to fear in the dark is he. Dawn had stirred, but not woken fully, during the journey across town. Two turns inside the darkness, and the path opened into a cavernous space that had once served as a temple to a demonic god. Years later a powerful creature, the so-called Incantatrix, had made its home there. Now the cave, more accurately caves, had the appearance of being a staging base for the followers of the First Evil.
There were the silent, mutilated bringers who had murdered many of the slayers that Rupert Giles and his friends had not managed to rescue. Demons who’d thrown in their lot with the First Evil, rather than flee the Hellmouth. Curiously, there was no sign of Caleb, the man who’d made an art form out of sacrilege and been raised up in the service of the First. No doubt he had other tasks for the power he served. No other vampires either, Spike noticed without much pleasure. Perhaps the First had no time for them with its ability to call upon true vampires.
"Is she harmed?"
The voice that spoke was not one Spike was intimately familiar with, though he had overheard it once or twice. ‘Seen her about the school on his first trip to Sunnydale. Name’s on the tip of me tongue’, he thought, ‘unless that’s a curse about her stupid question’. He turned, and saw, and remembered.
"Amy the witch. Heard you was a rat, or was it a newt? Got better did you?"
Amy wore an azure robe. There was a cowl to it, but it hung down. A black cord held the garment closed across her waist. Spike had the strong impression the witch was naked beneath, and his nose told him she was still very much human, and not even slightly afraid. He had his answer to the question of how his soul had been ripped out so quickly, leaving only the new question of how Amy had gained so much power.
"I asked, Spike, is she harmed?"
"A love tap, darling. Didn’t even break her jaw. You got my soul somewhere have you? Is a vampire’s soul the new cultist’s fashion accessory to go with the fancy robes? "
Amy again refrained from providing information. She didn’t hide her contempt for Spike, either.
"Bring her and follow me. I will begin the sacrifice immediately, so at least if everything else goes wrong I can say I did my bit competently enough."
"Likely to go wrong is it?"
"When was the last time anybody messed with Buffy Summers and won?" Amy asked cynically, as she motioned for Spike to follow.
Spike carried Dawn’s limp body through a passage out of the main cavern. The jagged walls curved round and the path rose sharply upwards. Flaming torches set into wall brackets lit Spike’s way as he followed the witch until the tunnel opened up again. They stood on a ledge at a higher level than the main cave, overlooking the larger cavern below. A pedestal was carved from the solid rock, about three feet high, and the width and depth of a large pizza box. Spike could see other ledges from the raised position, more obvious than on entering the main cave. He had actually been inside the cave before, and knew where most of them led.
A larger slab of cool black marble lay on the ledge.
"Lay Dawn upon it. Gently. Then strip her naked. Do not harm her. The power of the sacrifice will be most potent if she is as whole as possible."
Spike had imagined Dawn nude on numerous occasions, sometimes even while fucking her sister. He laid the stirring teen girl on the cold marble, and then copped a feel of her firm breasts through the fabric of her blouse. His fingers rubbed across Dawn’s nipples even through the thickness of her bra, and her eyes opened fully at the same moment.
"Get off me, you creep! Buffy’s going to kick your ass!"
Buttons flew from Dawn’s blouse as Spike ripped it open. Dawn slapped his face as hard as she could. The impact shook her arm, and left a red handprint on Spike’s pale cheek. The vampire chuckled, and pushed Dawn’s bra up. The fabric came apart under his vampiric strength, and he tossed the fabric beyond the teenager’s reach. Dawn’s breasts were completely bared. Spike had another quick grope, fondling the firm flesh eagerly.
"That’s enough of that," Amy commanded sternly, "Just strip her."
"Spoilsport."
Dawn was afraid, but also confident that Buffy would save her, as she had so many times before. As it sank in that she was topless, she covered her perky teen breasts in shock. The vampire took the opportunity to take a sudden, firm grip on her pants, and tug them to her ankles. Dawn yelped, but Spike had them off along with her shoes before she could resist. Dawn tried to curl into a foetal position, naked but for her white socks and a crucifix on a chain. Spike caught arousing glimpses of her pussy and nipples as she tried futilely to cover all. Amy motioned her hand at Dawn’s socks, and Spike gripped one ankle and then the other to bare Dawn’s toes.
Amy lent down over the slab and grasped the crucifix. Her cowl fell forward and hooded her as she did so, casting all but her chin and lips in dark shadow. The chain snapped in her hand, and she placed it upon the roughly hewn pedestal. Dawn was cursing Spike with a stronger note of panic in her voice, but she served only to entertain him. He wanted to fuck her then and there.
Dawn was still hardly aware of Amy, until the witch paced widdershins around the marble slab, and began to chant in a tongue unknown to vampire or victim.
"Hey, what the-!" Spike cried, as an unseen force gripped his body and threw him away from Dawn.
He took it for assault, a rescue attempt, until he saw that the Slayer’s sister was suspended cruciform above the cold black slab. It seemed Dawn had no control over her body, but her fingers and toes twitched as she tried to break free of the magic grip. All she needed to do was descend two inches to the slab. It proved impossible, and panic shone in the girl’s eyes. Amy stood before Dawn, still chanting, and withdrew a blade from within her robe. The sheath was strapped to her leg, though Spike couldn’t see that.
To Dawn, it felt as if invisible bandages were holding her aloft. She considered that it must be a sensation similar to mummification. The pressures on her chest meant she could breath only shallowly, and not draw enough even to try and curse the witch. Amy’s eyes were hidden from her, but it seemed the Witch smirked as her chanting rose higher. Dawn followed the curved blade the witch wielded as she swung it out to the side. Crimson sigils glowed brightly on the metal as the Witch completed the sacrificial spell with one, swift, slice.
There was no pain, save for a mildly discomforting tingling sensation in Dawn’s neck. She had a feeling of disorientation, as her body collapsed, but her head remained suspended in the air. There was no blood, no sudden gout of pressure released. Dawn could feel cold marble beneath her back, even though she had clearly been decapitated. Spike clapped, childishly amused at the trick, and wondering if it was illusion. A smoke and mirrors job.
"Spike, if you’re working up to any jokes about getting head, or getting ahead in life, I’d rather you didn’t."
Amy’s voice was much hoarser than before. The witch was under strain from the magic force released around them. She sheathed the still-glowing blade, and reached for Dawn’s head. As she did so, gravity re-asserted itself and the surprisingly heavy prize dropped into the witch’s hands. Turning on the spot, Amy walked quickly to the roughly hewn pedestal, and sat Dawn’s still living head upon it. There was nary a drop of blood.
Dawn found that she could not draw the breath to form words, but could otherwise move her mouth, close her eyes, even wiggle her ears. Amy pulled the hair away from Dawn’s face, so it dangled down the back of the pedestal. She was pleased that, despite the trauma of decapitation, Dawn had not seemed to succumb to shock. It would be much more fun knowing she was aware of everything through the day ahead.
"Aren’t you lucky, Dawnie? You’re going to have the best view in the house when Buffy arrives. You’ll see everything when Spike and Angelus have their party tonight. You know, It’s already dawn out there, Dawn."
"What’s the point of all this then?"
Spike had felt the pressure lift from his own body. He crouched besides the marble slab, and marvelled to see the bloody stump of Dawn’s neck, the rise and fall of her chest, all without extreme blood loss nor death. There were a few demons with the trick, certainly, but he’d never seen a spell that would make a girl do it.
"Dawn’s connection to the Slayer fuels the blood magic that will keep her sister powerless within the Cave, and prevent her escape. A rider on the sacrificial spell should also prevent any of her friends entering or interfering. I’ve never cast it before, but the book I was provided with said that usually the sacrificial victim would turn to dust when the spell faded."
Amy patted Dawn on the head, and leaned around to see silent tears running down her cheeks. Though she’d avoided going into shock, it was all a bit much for her. Dawn could feel her body as if it were still attached, but with the unfamiliar sensation of cool air upon her neck stump. She concentrated, unable to see behind her, but willed her arm to move. Spike had the shock of his un-life when Dawn’s fingers grabbed his coat hem. He smashed his hand down hard against it. Dawn winced, feeling the pain transmitted from her fingers.
"Oh, you won’t be able to do more than bruise her flesh until the end, either."
Amy’s voice had grown even raspier, harder to make out, perhaps less than human.
"The First thinks that because of Dawn’s mystical origins, the girl won’t turn to dust. Little Dawnie will stay, a living head, a freakshow, for eternity – or as much of it as will be left before the First Evil reclaims this pathetic world."
"Are you alright?" Spike asked, not really concerned, "Only you seem to be swaying a bit. And you sound like a Dalek with a cold."
Amy turned, and Spike was greeted with the site of a fleshy spear poking through her robe. The witch shrugged the azure fabric off, to stand utterly naked. A price of the spell; the mystical blade and sheath had bonded with the Witch, sunk into her flesh and formed her clitoris into a long, thick, penis substitute. Amy’s pussy was dripping wet, leaving her thighs a sticky mess. As Spike watched, a slit formed in the end of the clit-cock. Amy’s body was flushed red with desire and magical lust, and her dark nipples were harder than the vampire had seen in a while.
"Bloody Hell! I didn’t know you had any Thai in you," Spike lit a cigarette as he spoke.
"You can watch, if you want, but don’t interfere. I must orgasm three times before this will wear off," Amy explained, as she joined Dawn’s headless body upon the cold marble slab.
Dawn, unable to turn her head, hadn’t seen the witch’s grown clit. She felt Amy’s hands on her legs though, more evidence that she wasn’t imagining the feel of marble under her back, or the sensation of twitching muscles. She tried to will herself to slap Amy, but the weak hand motion only brushed the witch’s nipples. Dawn yelped silently as Amy’s fingers spread her soft bush, and probed her inexperienced snatch. She felt something else, pressing between her labia.
The sensation was entirely new to Amy. Her clit had become less sensitive as it grew, but simply touching it with her fingers was still enough to make her gasp. The end was oozing, not the clear liquid of human precum, but milkier fluid. Her own pussy, at the base of her shaft, was a lot wetter than Dawn’s unwilling cleft. She pressed the clitcock into Dawn, and moaned deeply as it slid into the teen’s body. Amy probed deeply into the girl, with the cock lubricating the way perfectly. Dawn’s uncoordinated struggles were barely a distraction. Amy pulled the girl’s legs up and over her own shoulders for better penetration.
Spike blew out a smoke ring as Amy began tentatively to fuck Dawn’s headless torso. She’d never fucked a girl like that before, but it wasn’t rocket science. Soon Dawn’s sweaty breasts rocked on her chest as Amy humped into her tight teen snatch. Amy’s clitcock thrilled to the feel of Dawn’s inexperienced hole clutching tightly around it. Every inch of skin provided equal pleasure to the witch, and she felt herself coming to orgasm quickly. The wet slapping penetration echoed around the cave, along with the witch’s increasingly loud hoarse groans.
There were no groans from poor Dawn’s silently working mouth, but the teenager’s face was flushed with forced arousal. The pleasure of the well-lubricated cockclit stretching and filling her was fast working towards making the Slayer’s little sister climax along with the witch who raped her. Still, Dawn held hope that Buffy would arrive soon and Willow would have the magic to put her head back on her neck. Dawn’s thoughts ran together, ‘Soon, Buffy to come… soon… come… I’m coming…’
Dawn’s body stiffened beneath Amy. The sudden contraction in her snatch was so sudden and hard that Amy couldn’t withdraw. The squeezing pleasure was too much for Amy, and with her loudest cry yet, the witch exploded. Her clitcock sprayed with inhuman pressure. Dawn felt the spray against her cervix, forcing through into her womb - even through the powerful pleasure exploding in her belly. Amy could actually feel the hot milky ejaculate pumping through the core of her clitcock, making the climax even more intense. Seeing stars, she stayed locked in Dawn’s pussy even as her jism sprayed out around the pulsing clitcock and splashed both their crotches.
"I just raped the Slayer’s sister," Amy muttered, as if the idea was even more surprising than cutting the girl’s head from her body, "and I need more."
Dawn was drooling onto the pedestal. Her tears had stopped falling from the edges of fluttering eyelids. Still hard, Amy flipped Dawn’s body over on the marble slab. She scooped some of the sperm pooling between Dawn’s thighs, and then worked a finger into her ass. Dawn recognised from the cold stone pressing against her breasts that her body was front down. The Slayer’s sister realized what was about to happen, but there was no way to prevent the violation of her one hundred per cent virginal asshole. Amy had one hand hooked under Dawn’s stomach to get her ass at the right height, so her neck stump was partly pressed against the marble. Still, not so much as a smear of blood came away.
The girl-less head concentrated hard on the pedestal. It took all of Dawn’s willpower, but she managed to scrabble for the edge of the marble slab, and try to pull away from the Witch. Amy laughed, suddenly, and then roughly forced her clitcock into Dawn’s ass. The sudden pain chased away the dregs of Dawn’s pleasure, and new tears started down the girl’s cheeks. Even with unnatural lubrication, the anal rape felt extremely painful.
Amy adjusted her grip, holding both sides of Dawn’s buttocks in her sticky fingers. It gave her the leverage she needed to force the rest of her clitcock into the tight, dry, confines of Dawn’s ass. Being completely unused to anal penetration, Dawn’s muscles fought the violation all the way, much to Amy’s pleasure. There was nothing of her earlier tentativeness in the rough humping Amy quickly settled into. She knew how the clitcock worked now, and enjoyed it immensely. Amy felt the only shame was that she couldn’t hear Dawn squeal.
Dawn could only wish the pain would lessen, which it did slightly as her ass was loosened and lubricated. The remote control she held over her body had grown slightly, but she could do nothing to shift Amy. The bucking she managed seemed only to spur the witch to thrust harder into her ass. Dawn couldn’t even do anything to make herself pass out, all she could do was take the pounding into her ass. Dawn Summers’ was headless, helpless fuckmeat.
Where Amy’s first climax had built up, her second came out of nowhere. It seemed to the witch as if some muscle twitched behind her clit, and then the pleasure exploded again. She collapsed on Dawn’s back, breasts pressed into soft smooth skin. The ejaculate sprayed even harder into Dawn’s ass, at least a gallon in the first few seconds. No human could ejaculate like that, but with the magic clitcock Amy wasn’t entirely human, and the source was more ectoplasmic than biological. None of which mattered to Dawn, who felt the hot blasts into her bowel through the agony of the rape.
When the witch recovered enough to become aware, she found she’d reached around and gripped tightly to Dawn’s breasts. Hard enough to bruise under normal circumstances, the spell left Dawn’s flesh merely reddened. The pain had been harsh, though, to a teenage girl unused to rough treatment of her chest. Amy withdrew from Dawn’s shaking butt with a pop, and an immediate spray of stained milky sperm. Still hard. One last orgasm to go.
"Are you going to fuck the stump?"
"Yes. Three orgasms."
"Wow. You really do have some Thai in you."
Amy’s voice had reduced to little more than croak. She could almost taste the magical discharge around the slab, and was certain some of it was leaking from Dawn’s gaping ass. The witch was drenched from head to toes in sweat, and very tired. Amy massaged her breasts for a moment, as if deciding how best to penetrate Dawn’s throat. Her clitcock was smeared with filth and sticky milky fluid, but she didn’t seem disturbed by it. Making her decision, Amy flipped Dawn’s body back over, and moved around to kneel at the girl’s neck.
Dawn’s flailing arms had an almost comic aspect as she was dis-oriented. It was more luck than anything that caused her to reach back over her stump and grab Amy’s breasts. Dawn tightened her grip, trying to hurt the witch. Amy was just too aroused, and penetrated Dawn’s stump with renewed energy. Despite the distance between head and body, Dawn tasted the foul mixture on Amy’s clitcock as it penetrated her neck stump.
"Oh Dawn! This is the best! Pinch my nipples!" Amy croaked.
Amy’s clitcock had grown longer, thicker and harder. She forced it deeper down Dawn’s throat than the most experienced porn star could have taken it. The painful stretching for Dawn meant incredible squeezing for Amy. She held Dawn’s hands to her tits as she fucked the headless girl’s throat like a woman possessed – though there was nothing powering the rape but Amy’s own magic and evil.
Dawn’s drooling mouth took on a milkier hue as precum was mystically transported across from her neck. Dawn’s gag reflex seemed to have stayed with her mouth, leaving Amy with a vomit free throat rape. The witch almost regretted her approaching climax, for it would deprive her of her clitcock.
"Shit! I feel like a sun is going to explode inside me, Spike. This is just too good!"
Spike had never fucked anyone’s neck stump before, not even a magically living one like the witch did in front of him. Still, it looked as much fun as anything he’d tried. He considered it a shame that most victims wouldn’t suffer through it before death. Maybe some female demon that could live without her head would be just the ticket. As the vampire weighed options, Amy’s neck humping had grown even more furiously fast.
"I’m coming Dawn!" Yes! Yes!"
Amy came for the third time, and the greatest quantity of ejaculate yet. There was no way Dawn’s tight throat could take it all, nor her stomach in one go. Rather than squirt out around Amy’s throbbing shaft as from her ass and snatch, the foul fluid sprayed from Dawn’s mouth. The salty, bitter taste flooded the girl’s senses as it poured down her chin and the pedestal below her head. Amy released her grip on Dawn’s hands. At the same time her clitcock shrank from Dawn’s neckstump, and the magic blade and sheath re-appeared strapped to the witch’s thigh.
There was silence on the ledge, but for Amy’s breathing. It was broken by an unexpectedly familiar voice.
"You know, little Dawnie’s head has to stay on that pedestal all day and all the night to make the spell work. I promised my loyal soldiers her body though. Three wet holes, breasts, even hands and feet. There are over fifty demons in the cave, going to have a turn. It’s going to be a wonderful party for both of them. Jelly and Ice Cream."
The First Evil wore Drusilla’s form. Spike thought about all the payback he owed that particular dead bitch. Humiliating him, turning him into a lovelorn wreck. He’d cut holes in her and fuck them before she died, he decided. No chance of asking her back now. His sire’s arse was dust when he caught up with the crazy bitch. He’d remind her how evil he could be when riled, and then kill her. Then find a way to bring her back, and kill her again. The First Evil looked as if it could tell what Spike was thinking, and laughed Drusilla’s mad laugh.
"No Dawn for you, Spike. The first of them will be up in a minute or so, so you’ll just have to wait and see if the Slayer will choose to give you a piece first, or Angelus. It’ll be such fun, Spike, like tea and cakes and slaughter in the park."
"Yeah, whatever. Do you have to be her? It gives me a terrible bloody urge to smash your head in. We both know that won’t get me anywhere."
The First Evil used Drusilla’s pout.
"Help the witch down from here. She needs rest. I have other tasks for her, tasks she’s eager to perform. I promised her the boy, Xander, for spare parts. A most curious thing, she wants his skin."
"Don’t get many ultimately evil humans. Too much time as a rat was it?"
"Oh know, dear Spike, It all goes back to her mum. You know what that’s like don’t you?"
The First laughed again. Spike gave her – it – two fingers. Still, he did as he was told again. The shot at a powerless Buffy was too good to pass up, even if it did mean taking a few jabs. He could always work out some frustration by killing a couple of the ‘loyal demons’ anyway. Spike helped Amy up, and back into her azure rope. The tired witch thanked him, and he heard her voice returned to normal. She lent against him as he led her back down the narrow passage from the ledge.
They re-entered the main cavern of the Cave of the Incantatrix. The first group of demons strode past them, all eager to abuse Dawn’s headless body. Amy motioned to one of the other passages away from the main cavern. Spike helped her towards it. As they crossed the cavern, Spike paused and looked up. He couldn’t see her body from the angle, but high on the pedestal he caught her gaze. Dawn’s tearful eyes widened as, behind her head, two demons positioned her weakly struggling body between their green bodies. Even separated by several feet of air, she felt the long scaly cocks thrust together into her.
It was going to be a long day for Dawn.
End of Part two
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