Story: Captive (chapter 1)

Authors: darkwoofe

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Chapter 1

Title: One

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I make no claims, or money from this fic. It was written purely for fun. It contains violence, and will contain scenes of a sexual nature including same sex pairings.


Buffy quickly made her way towards the outnumbered scoobs in vain hope of evening the odds against a group of well-armed highly trained vamps who seemed more intent on capturing them than kill or feeding off of them. She drew the sword Giles had given her earlier this evening so that she could get more practical practice with it, and laid into the vamps attacking her friends. She fought ferociously to clear an escape path for her friends as they struggled against impossible odds to save themselves from whatever the vampires had in store for them.

And just as it seemed that they would win free and escape to fight another day, just as Buffy prepared to behead yet another of her foes, they were attacked by even more vamps from behind. The scoobs were one by one subdued Freeing more and more vamps to focus on the blond slayer until she was beaten to the ground. It looked as if the vamps had no intention of stopping until she was dead. And then a familiar voice rang out restoring order to the chaotic group of attackers.

“Enough!” cried Faith. “Stop or I’ll stake you myself! The boss wants them alive.” When one vamp still refused to stop beating on the downed slayer Faith removed from her sleeve the miniature crossbow Giles had given her when she had still been on their side and shot him leaving nothing but ash.

She glanced over the captive scoobs, dismissing the icy glares of Xander, Willow, and Oz before turning her gaze to the true prize of tonight’s battle. “Pick her up” she ordered, and two vamps hastily lifted the Slayer form the ground each holding an arm. Not that Buffy was in any kind of condition to fight at the moment. The Blond Slayer looked dazedly around checking her friends, then locked those dazed green eyes on Faith.

“You have me, Faith. Let my friends go” she demanded of her. At the fear and pain in those eyes she knew so well, Faith nearly relented. But she knew it had gone to far now. She knew that this was the only way she would ever stand a chance of being with Buffy after the betrayals she had perpetrated.

“Sorry B, but for once I’m the one in control. And I want you on your best behavior, so I’m keeping your friends as sort of an insurance policy. You try to escape, kill yourself, or anything else I don’t like, I take it out on them. On the plus side, the boss started the final one hundred days before his Ascension today so that’s about as long as you have to live. In the main time I’m going to have some fun.”

“Faith, why are you doing this? We’re your friends!” Buffy tried.

“Friends don’t turn their backs on each other just because one of them made a mistake, B. You say you’re my friend, but so far the boss is the only one to ever prove it. Now shut up or I start cutting off Red’s fingers. I know you wouldn’t want that, the two of you being such good friends and all.”





When they arrived at the Mayor’s house Faith immediately had them separated with heavy guards on each of them. Willow and Xander were each given fairly ordinary rooms with the exception no windows or door handles. Oz was locked in a reinforced steel room with the only source of air being very small vents lining the walls of the room up near the ceiling.

Faith had other plans for Buffy, however. The blond Slayer was stripped naked and chained to the wall in Faith’s room with magically reinforced chains. The room was hung in purples and gold with obviously expensive paintings and sculptures all around. It also held several devices, Buffy hoped she wouldn’t ever learn the use of.

Faith lay on her bed and watched as Buffy let the vamps secure her in her chains, her eyes wondering over the exquisite beauty of her one time friend and partner. Since she had first seen the blond Slayer, Faith had wanted to see her like this in all her golden beauty. Okay, on second look, maybe not all gold she noted as her eyes fastened on the junction between her captive’s legs. She licked her lips with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.

“Leave.” She growled at the vamps and they stumbled over each other trying to get away from the impatient dark Slayer. Faith once again let her eyes rake this girl she couldn’t get out of her mind, noting the bronzed California tan (No tan lines) the silky shine of her hair, and the well developed muscles. And even standing naked and in chains, no one could fail to notice the flashing green eyes, that even now were staring back at her in a mixture of anger and confusion. You always were slow about some things, B Faith thought.

“You know, when I thought up this plan I was sure it was going to fail like all the others” Faith told her. “I never thought I’d have the unstoppable Buffy Summers as my prisoner, especially after that trick you and Angel played on me.” She added thoughtfully rather than the gloating Buffy had expected. “I would have rather taken you one on one, but you take what you can get.”

Somewhat unnerved by the fact that she was chained naked in Faith’s bedroom, and even more so by the way the brunette had been looking at her Buffy never the less tried to reach out to her. “It’s not too late, Faith. You can come back. I won’t let Wesley send you too England, I swear. We can be ‘the chosen two’ again. Please Faith lets get Willow, Xander, and Oz and leave. Please.”

“Too late for that, B. I’ve won, why would I want to change sides now?” she asked as she grabbed up a lolly pop from the stand next to her bed and stuck it in her mouth. She got up off the bed and walked over to her new pet. Much better than a dog

“Faith I don’t want to fight you, but if you keep on this path I won’t have a choice. You’re my friend, but I’ll do whatever I have to in order to stop you.” Buffy’s eyes steadily grew colder as she spoke. Faith felt a shiver down her spine. Nothing excited her more than that look of passion Buffy now had in her eyes, even if for the moment it was a passion that was totally against her.

“You have a lot of spirit, B. I’m going to really hate breaking it.” She reached into her pocket and produced the key to the chains holding her prisoner and unfastened them. Seeing the look in Buffy’s eyes she warned, “Don’t even think it, B. You try anything and I will make you watch while I practice with my knife on your friends.” Seeing the surrender in Buffy’s eyes, she hooked a hand under her arm and pulled her staggering across the room to one of the devices she’d hoped to avoid. It was fairly simple, two posts with shackles on top and bottom.

Buffy’s heart begin to race, fear shooting through her veins. Faith imprisoned her, spread-eagled and suspended, then walked around to stand before her. Buffy struggled not to sweat or in any other way show any emotion to her counterpart. She sighed in relief as Faith turned and walked over to her closet. But when she turned back to her prisoner she held a whip, which she uncoiled with a practiced snap of her wrist.

Faith slowly moved back toward her victim letting the whip drag behind her on the floor, knowing Buffy was watching and letting the promise of pain to come work on the blonde’s mind. She wanted to give Buffy a measure of the pain she felt at not being with her.

Without warning the whip streaked out and snapped across one of Buffy’s breasts leaving a fiery red line of pure agony ringing the nipple. In a feat only a slayer could accomplish, Buffy managed to hold in her screams of pain. A smile with just a hint of cruelty flittered across Faith’s face. The next flash of the whip drew a thin line of blood directly between Buffy’s breasts, causing a gasp of pain to escape the blonde’s lips. She redoubled her determination not to show weakness before her captor. She shut her mind to the agonizing pain that continued to rain down upon her helpless body for what seemed an eternity, but in reality was no more than fifteen minutes at most.

Finally the assault ended, much to her relief. “Gotta hand it to you B, you held out a lot longer than I thought you would. But by the time I’m done with you, you won’t blink without my permission. Lucky for you, I have to run an errand for the boss now.” Faith moved her back to her original position against the wall and called in a group of five vamps with the instructions, “Feel free to look, but…” she pointed out the camera in the corner of the room. “Lay a finger on her and I’ll kill every one of you. The same goes for if she escapes.” And with that the dark Slayer left, Buffy to suffer the insults and leering of her vampire guards.





Buffy hung limply in her chains, letting her Slayer healing fix the wounds inflected on her body as best it could. Faith had told her that while she would still heal faster than normal, the Mayor had place a spell around her that slowed the slayer’s natural ability to recover from major wound so quickly. She had managed to drift into a light meditative state, when suddenly the room door burst open, shattering her attempts to speed the healing.

Xander came rushing into the room followed by Oz and Willow. Wasting no time the trio dusted the five vamps standing guard, and turned back to Buffy. Willow seeing her friend naked immediately turned the same shade as her hair, Oz turned his back respectfully, while Xander stared mouth agape.

After the first moment of stunned silence Willow slapped Xander on the back of the head and moved to try and free Buffy from her shackles. She was stunned speechless at the blood still oozing from the lashes on the Slayer’s body. “Did you see what she did with the key?” she asked the slightly dazed blonde.

“Pretty sure she took them with her.” Came the groggy reply. “There’s a spell on the chains, Will. Remove it and I can break them.”

The spell removed and the chains broken Willow found some loose clothes out of Faith’s closet and helped Buffy into them. Then the group moved into the hall to continue their escape. Unfortunately Buffy had completely forgotten the camera in the room. Armed vamps rushed to stop them from both ends of the hall met them. Buffy chose the end where it look like the fewest were coming from and lead the group in a desperate fight for their freedom.

“Buffy!” Faith shouted from behind her. She turned quickly to find the other Slayer with one hand in Oz’s hair and the other holding a knife to his neck. All the vamps backed off leaving the escapees and the dark Slayer in a clear area.

“I will kill him if you make another move.” Faith stated coldly. Looking into her eyes, Buffy didn’t think for an instant that she was bluffing. Faith motioned some vamps forward with her head, “Take them to my room and chain them. And triple the guards.” She ordered shoving Oz to one of them.

She started towards Buffy, her boots ringing loudly on the hardwood floor. She stopped in front of Buffy, locking gazes with her. A half smile graced her face. “I don’t know if you’re brave, or just stupid, but I do know you will regret this” she told her in a breathy whisper. Taking her by the arm she roughly pulled her back into the bedroom, and marched her past her chained friends to what looked like a low, wide, backless bench.

She turned to the guards standing next to the chained scoobs, “I want them to see this. Hold their eyes open if you have to.” She ordered. She turned back to Buffy and roughly pushed her so that she was bent over the bench. Buffy was force to put her hands out and brace herself on it. With her knife Faith slowly cut the clothes Willow had stolen off of the other Slayer. Buffy could feel the blood rushing to her face in embarrassment. Knowing her friends were watching made even the mere removal of her clothes feel worse than her earlier round with the whip. Brutally Faith put her hand in the middle of Buffy’s back forcing her flat against the bench, with the order to ‘Stretch’.

Oh god, please don’t Please don’t Please don’t were the panicked thoughts running through Buffy’s head, even though she had no clear idea of what was to come. She just knew it would be bad, and that combined with her friends being forced to watch was more than enough.

She was unable to hold in her scream as a heavy wooden paddle landed on the fresh whip marks on her rear. Blow after blow fell on her already oversensitive skin, and she found herself once again withdrawing into herself to escape the pain. Yet the screams continued and tears flowed freely down her face. Her breath rasped harshly in her chest as she clung to the bench her fingernails leave deep gouges in the wood, praying for the pain to end. When it finally did end she at first couldn’t tell the difference.

Faith grabbed her by the hair pulled her up, and turned her to face her friends. Spotting the bulge in Xander’s pants she remarked, “Glad to see I wasn’t the only one to enjoy that.” Turning serious she continued, “ From now on, every time any of you try anything, this or worse is what happens to B. If she tries anything, it happen to both her and all of you.” She turned to the guards, “Get them out of here. And if they get away again, you’re dust.”

When the room was cleared she shoved Buffy back onto the bench. The blonde was nearly hysterical at the thought of anything more. But she waited, despite wanting to push herself up and beat her enemy to a pulp. Then she felt Faith’s callused hands on her blistered butt and gasped in pain and surprise. The hands slid over her bruised flesh causing a curious please to flow throughout her body. Then she felt something much softer caress her rear, and with a start realized it was Faith’s lips. She tried to straighten up only to be roughly shoved back to the bench. “Be still.” Faith muttered briefly She flinched as first lips then a tongue skimmed over her reddened skin bringing both pleasure and pain.

The tongue tickled her bottom in strokes designed to raise her own desire, and her breathing began to become rugged again only this time for a totally different reason. She felt a ripple of arousal course through her and tried vainly to suppress it. She was determined not to let anything Faith did to her feel pleasurable. She knew that to feel pleasure would be the beginning of her downfall. But as that tongue continued to tease her, she felt a quivering develop deep within her belly and build in intensity. And as that tongue moved down to the cleft between her legs stopped supporting her as she was overcome with wave after wave of bliss.

Curled on the floor in post-orgasmic pleasure she could feel faith standing over her breathing as raggedly as herself. She felt Faith kneel beside her on the floor, her hand going back to her bruised rear and caressing it almost gently. Slowly the finger crept to her groin rubbing and coating themselves in her moisture. And just before she once again reached orgasm, the hand pulled away. She could hear the sound of Faith sucking the juices from her fingers, and whimpered with unfulfilled desire.

Faith chuckled evilly at the sight of the humbled slayer before her. “Every part of you now belongs to me.” She said using her foot to turn Buffy to face her. “Every thing you have is now mine. Including your pleasure and your pain. The faster you learn that, the better for you and your friends.” And with that she grabbed a handful of hair and hauled Buffy to her feet. She roughly took her to the center of the room where a maniacal hung from the ceiling. Forcing the blonde to stand on tiptoe she fastened her into it. Then as if nothing was out of the ordinary, she stripped off her own clothes, cut off the lights and got into bed.

“For once, I can’t wait until morning.” She commented, laughing again as Buffy refused to raise her eyes from the floor. Still laughing, she turned off the bedside lamp and went to sleep.

THE END?

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