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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 three): M+F, rape, nc, snuff, viol

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 (nor the infamous Admiral Ackbar quote of part three) 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.

Additional Credit: Requested by DrBlasphemy of TSSA.

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Part three: It’s a Trap!

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A late call from Los Angeles to say evil inter-dimensional lawyers have abducted your little sister will ruin a night for most girls and the Slayer was no exception. Buffy didn’t even blame Spike for the pair’s abduction; she simply took all the blame onto herself. Now, the Slayer and her allies had to wait until sundown that night with no way to get any updates unless Angel called again during the day. Though a few years back Dawn hadn’t even existed, the false reality and events since the coming of the vile evil Hell goddess Glorificus meant that Buffy saw Dawn as the closest family she had. Having to deal with Angel’s archenemies while also leading the fight against the awesome ancient power of the First Evil seemed an unnecessary extra burden.

There was Faith, at least, another fully paid up Slayer to help train the surviving potentials. Willow, too, the most powerful witch on Earth. Xander provided moral support and of course Andrew, who seemed to spend a lot of time doing housework. Well, Wood could handle himself. Then of course, Anya, human again, who seemed to be sticking around. Some of the potentials had proven themselves pretty handy too, so all in all and with Angel’s crew from Los Angeles, Buffy saw getting Dawn back as an easy job. After the intangible First, and fighting Bringers who seemed to feel no pain, it might be fun to smack some lawyers about and remind them why Slayers and Wolfram and Hart were not traditionally involved.

It was mid morning by the time Buffy came to that conclusion. At the same moment Dawn’s headless body was being roughly raped by three demons while vile spunk bubbled between her lips. High on her pedestal Dawn’s head still hoped her sister would arrive soon. Buffy hadn’t slept, and so, having checked that Faith was up and about she slipped to a quiet bed and lay down to sleep. In the back yard Faith drilled potentials through fighting combinations while Xander and Anya bickered. Buffy slept, and almost immediately dreamed.

The Slayer ‘stood’ from her bed. Outside the sky was a black, starless void. Buffy opened the door to the room and saw beyond the rough walls of a cave. Buffy stepped through and with dream logic the room disappeared behind her. The cave was familiar, but recognition hovered frustratingly beyond Buffy’s grasp. She realized she was dreaming, and had that gut twinge of a prophecy dream.

"Buffy!"

Dawn’s voice. She looked up to see her sister crouched on a ledge.

"Dawn? Come down!"

"It’s a trap, Buffy!"

"I know, Dawn. But I’m coming to get you out!"

"No! Don’t! The trap!"

"They won’t trap me."

Dawn screamed then, and a blade pierced Buffy’s back and emerged between her breasts. Buffy looked down at the red sigils glowing on the metal, but there was no pain in the dream. A female voice in Buffy’s ear whispered,

"I’m the trap, and the trap builder, Bitch."

Buffy awoke suddenly, sitting up so fast that her skull cracked against Faith’s. The reformed Slayer staggered back, rubbing at her forehead.

"Jesus, B! Red was going to break out some magic to get you up."

Buffy rubbed her own head. The impact would have knocked normal girls unconscious and possibly fractured skulls, but the Slayers were made of sterner stuff. Faith wasn’t alone in Buffy’s room; there was Willow with a book of magic, and Xander, and Anya hovering at the back. Buffy realized it was almost sunset – the one dream had held her in its grasp for the entire day.

"I had a prophecy dream. I saw Dawn, and she tried to warn me that it was a trap."

"Well, we already knew that," Faith quipped, "Those Wolfram and Hart assholes are so twisted you could open bottles with them. I still feel dirty taking their dime that time."

Willow closed the magic book. She looked more worried than Faith, knowing from bitter experience that Buffy’s dreams usually heralded terrible strife.

"First we thought you just needed the rest. Cranky Buffy isn’t as useful as rested Buffy, but then when Kennedy and I finished, uh, research the third time and you were still sleeping I tried to get you up, and you just wouldn’t come round."

Outside, the sun went down fully. As if on cue, the phone rang. Buffy reached to the bedside table and answered it,

"Angel?"

"Sorry I couldn’t call you sooner. The vortex to the Wolfram and Hart holding dimension will open in the Cave of the Incantatrix, you know it, right? I patrolled there with you once."

"Okay Whe-"

"Thirty minutes, and it’ll only be open for five, but maybe Willow could whip something up to keep it open longer. I’ll meet you there. Gotta run. Think I’m being followed."

"Okay, damn, I can’t believe I slept all day. Right, Willow, ‘going to need your magic with this and we’ll take a couple of the potentials. Faith, you stay here with the rest in case the whole point of this little exercise in Dawn-napping and Spike-stealing is for the lawyers to get them or the house undefended."

"Sure, B. We’ll hold the fort."

"I’m coming with you," Xander said, "I want to make sure Dawn’s okay."

Buffy looked like she was going to object, and then decided there wasn’t time and Xander’d probably sneak out and follow them anyway. They gathered weapons and left quickly. Anya watched them go, an uncomfortable feeling in her gut. Though she was no longer a demon, she retained an instinctual feeling for when vengeance would be needed. She wasn’t sure they’d be back, or at least, back whole and alive.

They took a car. It was quite a trek to the Cave, and Buffy didn’t want to miss the portal window. The downside was that besides Xander and Willow there was only room for Kennedy and Rona with their weapons. Rona, because the African-American girl was the best fighter, and Kennedy because she went everywhere with Willow and Willow could draw strength just from being with her. There was no talk in the car, although everyone was concerned for Dawn.

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Angelus had not been inside the Cave yet. Most of the demons and the bringers were outside; hidden in the thick forest to cut off escape once the Slayer arrived, or to deal with any companions she brought with her. He wasn’t being overconfident. He knew that Buffy could fight like a beast even without her Slayer skills, but, still, he doubted she would give him any trouble if the sacrifice had worked. Angelus picked up from snatches of demon conversation that they’d been raping Dawn from sunup to sundown, only stopping to chain her cum drenched body to the cave wall as a trophy. A few held heavy chain nets in their hands, as they were apparently instructed to take Xander alive if Buffy brought him.

The First had been flitting in and out, changing appearance often. It had promised him that there were all kinds of things he could make use of In the Cave, but that the Slayer would have to be dead before the next dawn or there was too much chance she’d recover and heal fast enough to beat both vampires. Angelus heard the sound of an approaching engine. With Sunnydale a virtual ghost town, there hadn’t been many vehicles on the roads as far out as the Cave of the Incantatrix. The soulless vampire took a moment to set his face in ‘concerned’, oozing false compassion, and then moved to stand near the dark entrance of the cave.

The car skidded to a halt, and the five piled out quickly. With Rona, Kennedy and Xander bristling with weapons it was almost like a ‘Tarantino does the clown car gag’ moment. No sign of Faith, which had been a concern. Even with fifty demons and the Bringers, she might have been able to turn the tide and get Buffy out of the Cave. Angelus felt he owed Faith a visit as well, since it was down to her that Willow had had the chance to get the filthy soul back into him.

"Come on, there’s not much time! I’ve checked the place out, there’s a few demons around but they’re just living here, not making trouble. The real fight will be through the portal."

"Why Dawn? I’ve never had any business with Wolfram and Hart!"

"They’re everywhere, across all the hell worlds. They decided they could use her dormant power to further their aims. I’m sorry you were involved – this is my fight. Don’t worry though, Fred calculated the portal and she’s a whiz at that stuff. You’ll be seeing Dawn again sooner than you think."

Angelus nodded a greeting to the others, and then turned and headed into the cave. Buffy followed him immediately, not even noticing as she walked into the influence of the spell. She was familiar with the cave; although the last time she had visited there hadn’t been torches to light the way. The magic wall of the spell stopped Xander. He felt it press him back like a spongy barrier. In the moment of his confusion, Buffy and Angelus rounded the corner and were out of sight.

"What the hell?"

"C’mon, Xander, we’re on a clock here," Kennedy complained, barely avoiding walking into him.

"There’s some kind of magic barrier.. Buffy! BUFFY! Wait up!"

Kennedy and Rona joined Xander at the mouth of the cave, testing the invisible barrier. They all pushed together, to no appreciable effect. Xander realised that Buffy and Angel hadn’t waited up or come back. He supposed that with the short period the portal would be open for, they maybe thought they couldn’t take the chance of missing it. He was so close to Rona he could smell her, and that was something he didn’t want to complicate things by thinking about.

"Stand back, this is a job for Willow!"

Willow gave the statement a ‘Superman’ inflection as she mentally prepared for the simplest and most common method of removing a magical barrier.

"It’s probably something left over from the old days when the Incantatrix was incanting Incantations. I can feel a lot of magic in the air here, some of it’s old and some of is new. Probably from the portal, or those demons Angel said were hanging out."

Willow raised her arms and chanted in Latin. The words were abrupt and workmanlike, with the simple spell having been refined down to the bare bones over the centuries. In theory, there was no way it could go wrong – and it didn’t. The spell started to put a hole in the barrier, but as a direct result some of the magic in the barrier flowed back into Willow. A simple part of the give and take of all magic, and normally even the weakest Witch could just absorb it.

This magic was different; generated and re-enforced by Amy’s sacrifice of Dawn Summers. Everything she had suffered in the cave was magnified a dozen times in the barrier, and then Willow’s own sympathetic friendship bond magnified the suffering even more. The malignant energy hit Willow like a charging bull. It threw the witch from her feet so hard Willow’s shoes were left behind. She began screaming even before she hit the rough ground. The hole in the barrier sealed again invisibly.

"Willow!"

Willow had never felt anything like the agony that washed through her petite body. The pain was worst in her throat, pussy and ass as if a dozen red-hot pokers were being forced inside her through each. The magical backwash was so powerful it actually forced open her mouth as if a demon’s cock was plugging her throat, and within her panties her holes were similarly splayed. Echoes of Dawn’s multiple gangrapes repeated on Willow’s body. The witch looked like she was having a seizure, with her limbs shaking wildly. She was almost frothing at the mouth.

The other three were crowded around, trying to calm her and help her. Willow’s finger nails scratched Rona’s face, and the black girl swore.

"Shit! We need to get her real help!"

Kennedy was hysterical, trying to hold Willow’s head as it shook wildly, spreading her rich red hair about messily. They barely noticed the smell as Willow’s bowel and bladder voided under the intensity of the agony induced seizure, her bowel emptied extra-fast with the magic stretching it open wide.

"Buffy! BUFFY!" Xander tried again, but there was still no reply from within the cave. Tears showed in the man’s eyes.

Willow’s face was going red, while bloody cuts showed where she’d scraped her limbs on the rough ground. Dawn’s magnified agony was still channelling into Willow, growing into a crescendo until the witch lost consciousness. The apparent seizure continued as her brain was overwhelmed by pain signals.

"Way I hear it, round about now the Slayer’ll be getting tortured by them vampires. Not that I’d trust a vampire to that kind of work, normally. That leaves the four of you for us. Well, three of you. We ain’t allowed to hurt the boy none to much."

The demons and the bringers had emerged from the trees around the cave mouth. They were all armed, Rona, Kennedy and Xander faced a very short fight indeed. Willow was in no position to help them and while her spasms had slowed a little, but it would still be hard to get her to the car and get away. None of them wanted to leave her to the Demon’s mercy.

"What about if we surrender?"

"Ain’t taking prisoners," said the demon who’d spoken before, "Well... ‘cept the boy. Hell knows why, scrawny little shit. I wouldn’t even eat a rat-assed’n like that. Now you, bitch, you got some meat on your bones."

Kennedy was on her knees beside Willow, still cradling her lover’s head. Willow’s chest was rising and falling fast, though the redhead was safe from pain in her unconsciousness. Tears ran down the potential’s cheeks as she lifted the axe she carried and stood beside Xander and Rona. They were brave; even with Willow in the grip a grand mal seizure.

Together, they charged, but the demons were ready and prepared and threw the heavy chain nets. Even working together, the three could not crawl from underneath the crushing weight; they could barely breath. The metal sparked with magic, and the three were shocked into unconsciousness. The demons closed in, smug in their superiority over the pathetic humans. Bringers, meanwhile, approached Willow. The First needed the witch destroying quickly, to prevent her magic from being used to free Buffy – the Slayer who could defeat her plans.

Willow’s clothing was stuck to her skin with sweat and voided filth, but the bringers tore it away easily. They almost entirely stripped her in their enthusiasm. One positioned his blade over Willow’s heart, feeling the muscle fighting beneath her pale skin. The voiceless minion pressed down, slicing through Willow’s pale pretty skin. It took the bringer’s unnatural strength to force the blade all the way into Willow’s heart. The witch was deep in her painful unconsciousness and didn’t feel it immediately, nor the second blade drawn along her throat. The Redhead’s lifeblood pumped into the dirt at the mouth of the cave, each wound fatal on its own. The Bringers sheathed their blades and stood.

They had no eyes to see as Willow’s own eyes flicked open, and narrowed. The witch had recently been at the mercy of a demon that paralysed her, and so had learned how to do healing magic that needed no speech. First, she calculated a way to block the echoes of Dawn’s pain still seeping from the barrier, and then cast a spell to mask her own pain. The witch could think clearly again. Willow’s wounds glowed green as they began to knit together. She raised a hand and threw fire at a Bringer’s head. It ignited like a Catherine wheel, but the First’s servant did not fall immediately.

Bringers swarmed the witch, soaking up magical fire as they stabbed her firm young flesh again and again. Blood splattered their ragged robes as the blades sliced through meat and fat, tendon and organs. A sweeping stab into Willow’s piss stinging cunt almost broke her concentration, though her magic masked much of the pain. The bringer twisted the blade, severing Willow’s clitoris as it withdrew the knife. Blood and piss mixed freely.

Willow’s eyes glowed with power drawn from the forest around them. Nearby trees withered and died, and birds dropped from the air. She closed her wounds as soon as they opened, but the pain and blood loss was getting too much. She prepared for a last desperate assault, when a demon pressed through the bringers with Kennedy’s axe held high. He brought the blade down in a hard sweep, and took Willow’s head from her neck. The light died in Willow’s eyes, but before the darkness took her she saw the demon raise the axe again. It came down brutally, bisecting her skull. Willows brains splashed the bringers, forming a halo around her red hair.

"A special reward for you," said the First, appearing in Willow’s newly available appearance, "You can have her body all to yourself."

"Thank you, Master. Her magic will make the flesh most piquant."

"Good on you, big guy. Its certainly added flavour to her soul; if only she’d realised that being a witch and a lesbian meant the intolerant one would consign her spirit to my own grasp."

Most of the other demons were keen to eat, but weren’t quite so exhausted by the earlier daylong gang rape of Dawn Summers. After some heated discussion around the chain nets, it was decided that Kennedy would be eaten immediately while Rona would be fuck meat for a while first. As the demons reached their decision, two Bringers silently grabbed Xander’s arms and dragged the limp human away. Unconscious, but unharmed – as requested.

An already prepared fire pit was un-covered and lit, while spit stands were set up. Kennedy was roughly stripped and held up by four demons as the spit was pressed into her cunt. They slapped the young lesbian’s face to rouse her, and she came around as the cold metal opened her up. The first thing the potential saw was flames leaping before her, as it quickly became apparent that she was naked and penetrated. Kennedy didn’t care for penetration one bit. She started to struggle, but there was no leverage against the four strong demons.

The demons had the strength and control to give Kennedy the spit slowly and smoothly. The potential screamed as the spit tore through her cervix and into her womb. The cold metal and hot pain felt wholly unnatural inside her. It suddenly grew worse as with no respite the demon’s strength punctured her womb and forced the cold metal into Kennedy’s guts. The demons were quite happy to eat her offal, and didn’t seek to eviscerate Kennedy before cooking. They simply spitted through her intestines and stomach, before punching the bloody cold spit into her chest cavity.

Kennedy screamed like a banshee as she was spitted. She felt the slow progress inside her as the pain grew more extreme with every inch travelled. Her punctured stomach leaked into her guts, adding acid pain to Kennedy’s suffering. Her screams turned to gurgles as the bloody pointed spit emerged between her teeth. Kennedy’s head was forced unnaturally back, allowing her to see along the spit as it was pushed through until a meat hook along it’s length pressed into her ass.

There was a lot of blood, both from Kennedy’s mouth and her cunt. The potential Slayer held onto life as her ankles and wrists were bound to the spit and her nude body was placed over the roaring fire pit. The flames licked Kennedy’s flesh as she experienced a fate traditionally associated with witches like her dead lover. She hoped she would die quickly, as she felt the fat in her breasts begin to heat up. A demon started turning the spit, ensuring Kennedy was cooked evenly all over. The world span about her eyes as her head was singed to baldness. Her blood hissed as it drained over the burning pit and finally Kennedy was granted the mercy of death just as her tits popped and burst fat over the hissing fire.

Rona knew she faced the same fate. The demons had had eagerly told her so when she came around, along with labouring the point that they were hungry for her holes more than her meat. They had stripped the potential slayer so quickly that her clothes were shredded, and lines were fading where the fabric had ripped against her dark skin. Rona struggled, cussing like a ghetto ho, but she was only human and they were many. There was more meat on her than Kennedy, but that just meant they’d be hungrier when it was time to eat.

A huge hairy demon gripped Rona’s arms just below her shoulders and pulled hard. She screamed as they audibly popped from the sockets. The demon lifted her high, letting her feel her body weight supported on her dislocated shoulders. Rona’s kicking legs were grabbed and held as the demons moved her ass back to the hairy demon’s huge cock. Rona’s screams grew higher and more urgent as the slimy head pressed between her hard athletic buttocks. There was no way her black ass could take it without her sphincter tearing, and so it proved.

Cackling and cheering, the demons hauled Rona’s broken ass on the demon’s dick. The length bulged her stomach out from behind as it sank deeper into her. Rona’s pain was far greater than Dawn’s had been with no magic to protect her mortal flesh, and her tight hot ass was close to bursting. Rona was beyond cursing, finding air only for screams to voice her agony. Each lungful brought her the sickly sweet smell of Kennedy’s roasting flesh.

Another demon stepped forward when she was sufficiently impaled. He wrapped her legs around his hips, scraping talons along her thighs. Blood dribbled from the slashes as he pressed his cock at her cunt. Rona was no virgin, not for a long time, but with the demon cock pressing into her ass and another huge one aimed for her cunt it was going to feel like it. The demon’s tongue, long and snakelike, slithered out to her tits. The black girl’s fear and suffering was all too tasty in her sweat.

Without further pause or any mercy at all, the demon forced it’s dry cockhead into her. Rona’s scream was almost silent, her eyes rolled up almost white. Her body bulged obscenely from within, internal injuries were certain. Rona had never known such pain was possible, but at least she knew she couldn’t last long. As the rape strokes began, the pain grew unbearably worse. Rona’s pink pussy was almost prolapsed by the cock raping her, so dry was it that the blood drawn seemed to stick her inner folds to the demon. The demons moved to their knees, so others could jerk off at Rona’s tits. Nasty demon jism rained down across her chocolate tits and screaming face as the rape continued until she was unconscious.

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Xander awoke strung between two trees. He knew instantly where he was; Willow had killed Warren in the spot and position in which he hung. His face was still wet with tears, but his body was naked. He looked around for his clothes, and instead saw Amy the Witch, and another figure.

Warren, skinless Warren.

"Glad you’re awake, Xander. Would hate you to miss this part…"

"Buffy’s going to kick your ass, and yours… a second time."

Xander’s voice held no hope, and they knew it. The villainous pair laughed, as Amy drew her ritual blade from within her azure robe. The red sigils glowed on its length, though there would be no call for her to take it within her this time.

"Come on, babe. I want his skin."

"Scream Xander. We both like it," Amy told Xander as she began to flay the skin from his face. As the blade cut an inch away, it faded from Xander and appeared on Warren.

Xander called for Buffy right to the end, but Buffy never came to help him.

End of Part Three

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