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Pleasurable Evils	By : JayDee Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13859 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Pleasurable Evils
By JD joandoe@gmail.com
Description: The magical sacrifice of Dawn leaves Buffy powerless and grants soulless vampires Spike and Angelus the chance to destroy the Slayer.
Content Codes (Part one): M/F(oral), rape, nc, snuff, viol, M+/F(necro) M+/M
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.
Additional Credit: Requested by DrBlasphemy of TSSA.

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Part one: Fred’s Dead

The First Evil predated humanity by countless aeons, older than any calendar. Yet, it was as much defined by the evil humans do of their own free will as by the mindless, soulless evil of the demon clans. In a sense, the first human recorded was Adam, created by a supreme force of good and given sanctuary within a garden no demon should have been able to enter. Yet, the First Evil was no mere demon and entered in the form of a serpent. The tempting of Eve to eat of the fruit is well known. Tempting Adam to take Eve by force repeatedly, even as she was swollen with child, is not.
Yet, those evils remained defining characteristics in all that came later. The cruelty of sexualised violence spread, becoming the first resort of cruel and ignorant humans as they willingly did evil. Rape as a weapon of war and oppression remains a tool in even the most modern wars. The greatest evil of the act is the denial of a victim’s will and the perversion of natural procreation into degradation, subjugation, humiliation and violation. The First Evil then, had the oldest gambit of humanity to play when a Slayer, Buffy, proved resilient and the strands of fate foretold defeat in the maw of hell for the First.
The First Evil had no mouth to smile with, save those it stole from the dead. Such a stolen smile it wore on incarnating within Angel’s Los Angeles hotel lair. It watched unseen with Buffy’s eyes as Angel talked with his friend and employee Fred. The First Evil could feel his shame over Angelus’ actions in the period before the Witch restored his soul, and beneath Angel’s thoughts the scrabbling vengeful evil of Angelus. The vampire raised his head, as if suddenly aware of the First Evil’s presence. As it had nearly driven Angel to suicide once before, the First Evil knew detection was a possibility. As it watched, a distant great power ripped Angel’s soul from his body with only the slightest effort.
In an instant, Angelus was back. No pain, no trauma, not with the newly formulated spell cast in distant Sunnydale. From Angel to Angelus with no hint to Fred of the mortal danger the young woman was now in. Fred was telling Angelus that they had no idea where either Cordelia, or Angel’s brat Connor could be found. Angel had found her accent pretty, even attractive. Angelus simply thought it grated, and decided the world should never hear it again. The vampire stood, and pulled her face to his. Fred was too shocked to fight the sudden rough kiss, and part of her didn’t want to.
As her surprised eyes met his, Fred saw not love or lust but mocking cruelty. She tried to pull away, but ‘Angel’s’ grip on her head was suddenly beyond her strength. Her panicked cry was muffled by Angelus’ probing tongue as he slicked it around her mouth. Angelus could taste her breakfast, and more, Fred hadn’t cleaned her teeth since she’d last pleasured Gunn orally. Angeles knew they were supposed to have broken up after Gunn killed some guy, but it seemed they hadn’t ended the physical side. Fred gave up trying to pull Angelus’ arms away from his head, and instead went for his eyes with hooked fingers. Simultaneously, the smartest girl in Los Angelus shifted position to knee her ‘boss’ in the groin. A strong kick to the balls could floor even a vampire.
As her thumbs reached Angelus’ mocking eyes, the Vampire’s knee came up into Fred’s crotch with pelvis cracking force. If he were to let her live, Fred would not walk for months. The pain was so great that Fred’s grasping hands dropped away from Angelus’s face, and fumbled for her own groin. She could barely think straight, and wished fervently to pass out. Angelus waited for Fred’s agonised scream to die in his mouth, and then dropped the girl onto the carpet. Angelus unzipped his pants and had his hardening shaft in Fred’s mouth before she could scream again. Fred tasted Angelus’ cock, but was used to deep-throating and so didn’t gag as it slipped down into her throat.
A wet stain formed at the crotch of Fred’s pants as Angelus raped her mouth. Fred’s fingers were stained yellow as she cupped her bruised cunt gingerly. Angelus controlled Fred’s body with a mere two fingers; a firm grip on her nose. The vampire watched the cock-gagged girl’s face darken with delicious rich blood. He was hungry. Angel never fed himself properly, subsiding on pig’s blood. There was none of the delicious tang that fear and suffering bought to a vampire’s diet. Not enough sex either. Fred’s spasming throat felt exquisite squeezing his shaft. A thousand rapes across the decades – mostly nuns, admittedly - and it never got old.
Fred scrabbled weakly with piss-drenched fingers at Angel’s thighs; Angelus as she now knew him to be. The pain grew in her head and lungs while tears flowed down her cheeks. Her shattered pelvis protested every time Angelus thrust into her throat, and his balls slapped hard against her chin with every brutal stroke. Fred, barely capable of rational thought, assumed Willow’s soul restoration spell had failed somehow. Been a temporary measure, or somehow never truly worked at all.
Oxygen deprivation was destroying Fred’s mind, and she felt terror she hadn’t experienced since her hell-world exile, but there could now be no scrawled equations to take her mind from fear and suffering as Angelus’ choked her to near death. Fred was seconds from the end of her short, tragic life when Angelus stiffened, and held his length deep in Fred’s sore throat. She felt the cold spurts of his dead semen in her gullet, and then suddenly she could breath again. Angelus pulled his cock from Fred’s mouth, giving her the last spray of Semen across her purple face.
The vampire dragged the almost dead girl to her feet, though her legs would not support her. She weakly coughed, then harder as she drew a strand of semen down into her lungs. Angelus held Fred’s desperate eyes for the briefest second, and then his teeth were in her throat. Fred barely felt the pain as she weakly sought air. Angelus’ kill was swiftly accomplished. He drained Fred’s blood and the last of her life. He gloried in the betrayal of the trust Fred had held in Angel, before dropping the corpse like garbage.
"Should have saved some of that for me," came Buffy’s voice.
Angelus turned to the sight of the Slayer, naked on the bed. He sniffed the air, and knew immediately that this vision wasn’t the Slayer. He could smell nothing at all.
"What the hell are you?"
"Your soul is in my power now. The talents I command are far greater than the petty bitch who stole Angel’s goodness before. She seeks to ruin my apocalypse with peace. She will be dealt with."
Angelus really didn’t have much of a clue what the vision before him meant, although he vaguely understood it to be a reference to the Beast’s master.
"Why’d you pick that bitch to appear as?"
"She was dead. Not dead enough though. Come back to Sunnydale, Angel. Make her choose between you and Spike. She let him take her far more times than you did."
It clicked. Angelus realised he was talking to the First Evil.
"Me? Spike? There’s no competition with Drusilla’s little joke. Anyway, why should I do what you say? You’re so pathetic you couldn’t even make Angel kill himself!"
"Snow fell in Sunnydale for the first time in… time. Anyway, it was for the best because you can be around to help me out."
The First Evil spread Buffy’s blonde bush wide, showing a lot of pink. Then the vision changed, and she wore Buffy’s form in a post death mode. Angelus was treated to the Slayer as a mutilated corpse. His hunger rose. There was unfinished business there, for sure, but it rankled him to do the bidding of another. Still, he could always justify it as something he’d always intended to do anyway.
"There will be a sacrifice before dawn tonight, in the Cave of the Incantatrix in Sunnydale. Buffy’s kin will power magic within the cave. You will lure the Slayer there once darkness falls again, and inside that hillside the Slayer will have no more powers than a mortal girl for a single night.
The same magic will keep out most of those who might enter after her and render aid. Then, you can find out which of you she liked fucking best and take your revenge. Spike’s revenge. My revenge and punishment for her opposition."
The door to the room opened, and the eyeless bringers entered. There were at least a dozen, and perhaps more in the corridor. Servants of the First Evil, their mutilated faces were instantly recognisable. Angelus realised the First Evil hadn’t come alone to Los Angeles, or perhaps that it had servants everywhere. Three of them moved to Fred’s cooling meat and began to strip her clothing.
"You will need to call ahead, to Sunnydale, and lie to the Slayer and her allies. This will buy the time needed for the sacrifice. I summoned my servants to assist you in killing Angel’s friends, so that none of them can tell anyone of consequence that you’re back too early."
Angelus liked the pained bubbling in Buffy’s voice as this vision before him simulated grievous internal injuries. Hurting Buffy for a single night wouldn’t be enough. Drusilla, as a project, had taken months of psychological torture. Still, he could always turn Buffy and hurt the demon she became for eternity. Didn’t she once whisper that ending her existence as a vampire was her greatest nightmare?
"Assistance?" Angelus looked offended, "I killed brainbox Fred easily enough didn’t I? Wesley and Gunn might be okay with run of the mill demons, but I’ve killed tougher in my sleep. Anyway, those boys don’t seem bothered with helping."
Angelus waved towards the three who now had Fred’s body naked. One lay on his back, and tugged his cock from his robes. Fred’s head lolled back as her slackened ass was impaled on the Bringer’s hard shaft. Another pushed her legs wider and penetrated her cunt, still moist with piss and asphyxiation arousal. The last crouched awkwardly and pulled Fred’s breasts around his own shaft, eagerly fucking the soft flesh. Fred’s body bounced between the bringers, while another three approached. They took her hands and pulled limb fingers about their shafts, while the last gripped her head and pressed into her mouth. It was almost ironic, Angelus considered, here Fred was having the gangrape of a lifetime, and she was too dead to enjoy it.
The First Evil didn’t seem concerned. Many of the Bringers were castrated in her service, but those who weren’t could defile the dead or the living in equal measure. Fred’s bloodshot eyes were half open, glazed and unseeing, as the six bringers moved faster. They made no noise but for panting, and the slap of flesh on flesh. Even as they approached climax, there were no groans. In life, Fred had been a brilliant and courageous young woman. In death, she was a sperm receptacle. All six came simultaneously, tugging out and spraying Fred’s face, tits, cunt and ass with their slimy sperm.
"Okay, now shall we go kill Angel’s othet friends?" asked Angelus, as wads of cum rained all over Fred’s pale skin.
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At the same instant, Spike, carrying a tortured soul but freed of the chip in his head, lead Dawn safely through the deserted streets of Sunnydale. It was dangerous to be out in the early hours, but Dawn had pleaded to be allowed to get away for a break. Anyway, as she pointed out it was mostly deserted. A lot of lesser demons had forsaken the hellmouth, muttering a desire to face the end brought by the First in a better quality of pit. Why choose a side, they asked, when there was still beer and kittens aplenty outside the town? Still, the night was dangerous and the Slayer’s little sister was not to travel unaccompanied.
The First Evil incarnated before them, visible only to Spike’s eyes. Dawn stumbled as Spike stopped unexpectedly. The same distant spellcaster removed the vampire’s soul from his body, as it had done to Angel. Spike had seen far more of the First Evil in the previous weeks than Angelus had ever done; he recognized immediately that some other force had taken his soul on behalf of the First. He knew the First was incorporeal, able to tempt and threaten or inspire its minions only. The old Spike returned. Freed of guilt over his attempted rape of the slayer, finally awarded the prize he’d suffered through terrible trials to obtain.
"Well, well little bit. It seems the First Evil has more cunning servants than we might have expected. What knew scheme is this, I wonder?"
Dawn heard the strange and confident pleasure in Spike’s voice, and realized he was focusing his gaze on something or someone she could not see. The First Evil approached Spike, clothes melting away until the vision was naked but feet from him. He withdrew a packet of cigarettes from his coat, the coat he took from a Slayer’s corpse, and lit one. Dawn had a fleeting urge to ask for one, to appear more adult with her ‘friend’.
"Feel what the power I command has returned to you," The First said for Spike’s ears only, "Angelus comes from the city of angels to make this bitch," and here it ran hands down Buffy’s form, "choose betwixt you. You can have her for a night, her powers robbed from her, and do what you will. All that will be needed to ensure the Slayer’s powerlessness is one sacrifice. Bring the meat beside you to the Cave of The Incantatrix."
Spike had good reason to hate the First Evil. It had tormented him for a long time in his madness. On the other hand, Drusilla had done much the same and he’d loved her for it. Like Angelus, he had a strong sense of unfinished business with the Slayer, and revulsion for the puppy-eyed-moper he had become under her influence and that of the chip. The vampire was aware of Dawn’s confusion beside him and an undercurrent of rising fear, though he didn’t realize she could neither see nor hear the First’s speech. He liked the fear. He’d forgotten how fun it could be.
There was no time though, to play with Dawn’s fear. The Cave he knew to be on the edge of Sunnydale, and he would need to rush Dawn there to avoid the sunrise. He would go along with the First’s scheme. Too many past defeats had proven to Spike that Buffy was one Slayer he couldn’t defeat alone and drain as he had Wood’s bitch of a mother, or the Chinese whore. The sudden loss of his soul without pain or confusion was enough to convince him that whoever was working magic for The First could weave the spell to take Buffy’s strength.
Dawn started to back away from Spike as he smiled upon her. There was nothing in his expression to give her reason for joy. Her heart thudded within her young breast, and suddenly her mouth was dry. Something, she thought, had gotten into Spike. Quite the opposite was true, but further speculation was curtailed by the economical punch Spike landed on her chin. He caught Dawn as she fell, and lifted her upon his shoulders. The First Evil was nowhere to be seen as the suddenly very cheerful Vampire sped through the streets.
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Angelus still had Fred’s scent in his nostrils as he descended through the hotel where Angel had made his home. The bringers had entered through the rusted old fire escapes, unheard and unseen by Angel’s remaining allies. Angelus surprised Gunn, and snapped the man’s neck with a single blow. It was doubtful that Gunn, resourceful and skilled as he was, could have taken the vampire in a fair fight – and Angelus had no desire to offer any man a fair fight. Two of the bringers took Gunn’s corpse, though the head was wrenched backwards, and began to strip it. Angelus moved on without looking back.
Wesley had even less chance. He almost made it to a weapon before the remaining bringers took him together. The bringers intended to take turns raping the still struggling Englishman over his desk. It seemed Gunn had gotten off lightly.
There was no sign of Connor, though, nor Cordelia. Angelus had no suspicion yet of the thing using Cordelia’s body, and probably wouldn’t have cared about the dead beast’s mistress if he did. His mind was on Buffy Summers, and the suggestion that she might choose Spike over him. As if! He’d made her suffer far more – did that count for nothing? Oh, these girls could be flighty and capricious until he’d tortured them to death. But, still, Spike was a mere annoyance.
A solid punch shattered Wesley’s jaw. His cursing became incomprehensible as teeth and blood splashed the wall. A moment later a bringer’s cock, foetid with disease and running sores, was pushed between his lips. It choked the higher pitched scream as his anus was brutally penetrated. Angelus watched as a Bringer crouched blindly by the desk, and took a grip on Wesley’s balls, stroking cock and scrotum roughly. Wesley’s suffering was entertaining, but he’d seen enough. He made to leave.
"Wait, Angelus."
The thing wore Fred’s purple face, sperm and spit dribbling from between her lips. To the vampire, it was good entertainment. He wondered about asking for it to wear some of his favourite kills from the old days. Nothing like a trip down memory lane.
"Call ahead to Sunnydale. Like I told you. This is the cover story…"
The First was interrupted by a particularly loud muffled cry as the bringer raping Wesley’s ass came inside, to be replaced by another. He was crying, and his face grew almost as purple as Fred’s had before the bringer yanking his cock free, and came across Wesley’s space. Bloody semen from the bringer’s diseased balls sprayed across Wesley’s face, splashing his glasses and dripping down his shattered jaw. Another bringer plugged the gap, Fred’s dead ass still fresh on its cock. The First continued,
"Tell the Slayer that Wolfram and Hart have her sister, the key to reality. They will soon realise she is missing, along with Spike. Explain she is beyond their power to recover until nightfall as they hold her in another dimension. Tell them that then you will have obtained a portal location, and will ring them later to confirm it and meet them there once the sun drops."
The instructions came fast and without pause, as Fred used to run off complex equations. It irked Angelus to be ordered, but he liked the sound of Dawn being involved. Hurting the Slayer’s family would serve to hurt the Slayer more. He had an intuition that Dawn would be the sacrifice that the First had spoken of, to keep Buffy within their power. Family ties made good, strong, blood magic. With an air of one begrudging his orders, he did as she requested, speaking to a panicked Xander – how he hated that boy – rather than Buffy, who was out patrolling."
Wes had made a desperate attempt to break free, and interrupt the call. The bringer plugging his throat drew a wickedly sharp blade, and brought it down through Wes’s neck. The Englishman’s spine was severed instantly, and he lost the feeling of pain in his ass. The Bringer’s thrusts in his mouth stopped. It had managed to impale it’s own cock. Blood sprayed from the wound as the wounded servant of the First withdrew. Wes’s last sight before the darkness claimed him was of the remaining bringer’s masturbating over his face. He died as the first wads splashed across his stubbly jaw.
"My servants will make sure the bodies are not discovered before tonight. One will drive you in a blacked out van to meet the Slayer’s destiny."
"To Sunnydale, then!" Angelus cried, leaving the room happily.
End of Part One
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