Author: Terri and
Hope Email: sneha703@hotmail.com
/ Cputrbug@aol.com Summary: In this world,
men rule over women in the most literal meaning. What happens
when Buffy and Angelus get a chance to finally meet? Disclaimer: We don't
own a thing. Josh & his *people* do though. *no sense in them ruining
our fun* :P Distribution: Want
it? We'll be honored. Just tell us where it's going please. Authors Notes: !!!~~
NC17 - WARNING: This chapter is dark. Oral sex, torture and not
exactly consensual sex take place.~~!!! Authors Notes: Merry
Christmas! Happy New Years!! Happy Holidays... in total!!!
Chapter
13: The Roles of a Slave *-------------------------------------------*
The roar was
heard throughout the house. The threatening scream warned others away
and none to come fourth. Angelus stormed throughout the mansion
barking after everyone to find out where she went. She. She. He
got mad just thinking about it. After the performance she displayed,
she had the nerve to run away without permission! But buried
right next to the anger was hurt, worry, and the hint of betrayel.
Where the hell was she and ....and with whom?!?
Buffy hurried back
into the estate, careful to make sure she wasn't noticed by the groundskeepers.
The main door then slammed open and Buffy was revelealed
through the doors sauntering in but with a slight sense of nervousness.
She felt amazing. Ethan and she had talked for the short
three hours about as much information she could process without exploding.
She wanted to know everything...but was she ready to take
the everything and turn it into something in this world? As she walked
down the hallways, she was surprised to find them completely empty.
Usually there were some slaves either cleaning or bringing
linens to the laundry, but tonight the halls were bare. It seemed
strange and set Buffy's nerves on edge. Where was everyone?
Ethan was left baffeled,
"You want to...lead it? He questioned, truly impressed at the turn
of events.
"But of course,"
Buffy replied with as much confedience as she could register without running
back to Angelus' and waiting out her unjust punishment.
Ethan made
sure his robe was placed on correctly as he went to Buffy and wrapped a light
hand around her waist and lead her into the main room where the last
trace of any female were clear.
"Please make
yourself comfortable, Buffy. Is it alright for me to call you Buffy?" Ethan
questioned as he went to pour out some light red wine for the discussion
that was to be followed
Buffy was taken
slightly by surprise, instead of dismissing her for her absurd thoughts,
he was making sure she was comfortable?"Yes, of course....it's fine"
Buffy said now being a little concerned about what was to happen.
She had just stormed out of Angelus' place in rage waiting to encounter
Ethan and share..but now what? 'Lead it...lead this place.....oh
my......what was I thinking' Buffy continually began
agruing with her choices.
"Buffy, here
you go." Ethan arrived placing a delicate wine glass in her nimble hands.
She then snapped out of her thoughts and started to tap on the diaphanous
glass in a soft motion, now contemplating the next move.
"Now..Buffy,
what do you want to know.....being the leader is extremly important
and requires...exactly what you have." Ethan announced.
Buffy was about
to drop the glass. He was actually allowing her to be leader without any
sort of explanation or ..anything? "Just like that? Wait...what
do you know about what I have?" Buffy questioned. "You are strong Buffy,
I can see it in your lovely eyes and you are spirited. You want
what we want, you just have it"
Buffy knew
that was the best she was going to get and she decided what she was going
to do.
"Tell me....,"
a little unsurely.."tell me all I need to know." Buffy announced leaning
closer over the couch she layed on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When she reached Angelus'
door, she was tempted to go in and talk to him. But his dismissal
of her earlier made it perfectly clear that he would only talk
to her when he was ready. She went down the hall toward her own room,
looking forward to a warm bath and a good night's sleep. Tomorrow
would be a busy day as she prepared to put her and Ethan's plan
into action.
Buffy pushed open
the large oak door to her suite and her breath caught in her throat
at what awaited her there. Angelus lay sprawled on her bed, her jeweled
collar being turned slowly in his hands. He watched her with a
cold gaze that chilled her right to the bone. Buffy tentatively
stepped into the room, never taking her eyes off of him. The anger coming
from him was palpable.
"Angelus," she whispered,
"What are you doing here?"
"Where were you?"
he replied.
"Um, you know, I just
went for a walk around the grounds," she answered, willing
herself to look directly at his face.
"Really?"
"Yeah, just to get
some fresh air," she lied, biting the inside of her cheek to keep
her lip from trembling. The coldness in his eyes was unnerving her.
"You just took a walk?
Not going anywhere in particular?" he asked, studying her intensely.
He held the collar up a little, "I found this on the floor."
Her last two sentences had been a lie, he knew. But he wanted to give
her another chance to tell him the truth. If she lied again, she
was going to regret it.
"Oh, um, the clasp,
it broke. It must have fallen from my dresser. I was going to tell
you about it later. And, I just walked through the labrynth garden.
Not a big deal, really."
He moved so quickly
that Buffy barely had time to blink. Angelus grabbed her by the
arms and slammed her against the wall. Deep brown eyes, blazing with
fury stared right through her and the tendon in his jaw strained as
he clenched his teeth. "Enough lies, Buffy. Where in the fuck
were you? I know you weren't in the garden, one of the groundskeepers
said he saw you leave the estate."
Buffy panicked. "He
must've been mistaken. I didn't leave!" She swallowed hard and
bit down on her lip. Buffy cried out as his hand came up against her
cheek. The stinging pain leaving her breathless.
"I won't tolerate
lying, and this collar wasn't broken when you were in my room earlier.
You tore it off, didn't you? Didn't you?!" He slammed her again
against the wall and her head rang with the vibration.
"YES!" she screamed.
"I don't want to belong to you…or anyone! I'm not a possession,
I'm a human being and I don't want to be treated like a slave!" Angelus
stepped back, momentarily stunned by her outburst. Then, rage
bubbled up in him.
"Oh, I see," Angelus
said calmly, coldly pinning her against the wall even more forcefully.
"You don't want to be treated like a slave, of course. Tell me,
Buffy, when have I treated you like a slave since you've been here?
Was it when I pleasured you during our first encounter? Or maybe
it was when I coaxed you gently teaching you what pleases me rather
than ramming my penis down your throat instead? Or maybe
it was when I spent hours making love to you, taking your virginity
as gently as I could - wanting to make it as pleasurable for you
as possible instead of strapping you down and taking you forcefully
like I have done to other "slaves"?"
Buffy gaped at him,
not sure what to say. But he was far from finished with her.
"Do you think that the other slaves have an unlimited wardrobe
full of silk and satin? Do you think that the only thing they have
to do is make love with me? Tell me, Buffy…have you scrubbed any toilets
since you've been here? Fixed any meals? Done laundry? Cleaned
the floors? NO? Yet you're treated like a slave, is that right?"
"A-Angelus, I…"
"Well, maybe it's
time you found out exactly what it's like to be a slave in the House
of Angelus, hm??" He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out the
door and down the hallway. Buffy struggled in his grip, fear flooding
her senses. She had pushed him too far this time. Angelus continued
to pull her down the stairs and into a part of the house that
she hadn't seen before. He opened a heavy metal door and shoved her
into a small room. Once he turned on the lights, Buffy's eyes widened
at her surroundings.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ethan began telling
her of the tale............
"A hundred
and fifty-years ago women were not seen at objects, oh no, they were actually
seen as as much as an equal as everyone else. Now it's just absurd.
Haven't you ever wondered why when the women were pregnant, they would
wish for a boy so that they wouldn't have to let go of their daughter.
Men do not pay attention to their mothers..ever. When
women turn a certain old age...their masters just lt them go. They are
released."
Buffy's eyes
then shone with hope, women were allowed with release...away from
this dreadfull society?
Ethan saw the
look in her eyes and wanted nothing more than keep it there, but she needed
to know the truth. "Buffy, released means more than freedom," Ethan
started "It means death."
"Death," Buffy
breathed, her heart turning cold as stone. "Why," she asked.
"They just
weren't thought of as ....entertaining or needed," Ethan said with disgust.
"Bastards,"
"This needs
to change," Buffy insisted.
"Thats why
your here," Ethan said, knowing what she was talking about. His voice was
full of promise which filled Buffy's heart with hope..hope for her...and
hope for Angelus.
"Women were
always ordered by men and pushed around thought of as people but not as
important as men. Women were still allowed to live their life and go
places independently but were always brought down by men. Then one day
women began bringing up such issues and sooner or later they got
out of hand. Men got angry, the majority won and women were banished
into a world far worse than another, this world" Buffy sat there listening.
All men were like this? Deep inside her mind, Buffy knew that
one day she would find out what men were truly capable of. Maybe
sooner than expected.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It looked like the
revealing parlor in the PRA, but darker somehow… more sinister. The
table in the center of the room was covered in black with manacles
hanging off the sides instead of satin ropes. The walls were carpeted
and there were several whips hanging on the walls. Angelus slammed
the door behind them and stepped up to Buffy's trembling
form. "Strip…and be quick about it," he ordered harshly.
Buffy stood wide-eyed
in the center of the room and looked up at him. She made no
move to follow his order and was immediately sorry that she didn't. Angelus
looked her body over coldly. He reached out and grabbed the
neckline of her shirt and ripped it down the center. "When I tell
you to strip, slave, you strip!" he snarled. Buffy shuddered and
pulled the tattered shirt from her body, and quickly removed the
rest of her clothing. She watched Angelus carefully as he paced
around her like a big panther.
"I didn't want it
to come to this Buffy…I never planned to bring you here. But, I won't
tolerate lying and I won't tolerate this defiance. You belong
to me…MY slave, MY pet, MY mate. I was hoping to win your love with
tenderness, but I can beat it into you just as easily."
"I-I'm sorry, Angelus,"
Buffy said meekly. She was terrified, and what if he tortured
her until she revealed the plan to him? NO! That was not going
to happen. She wouldn't buckle under, no matter what he did. She
loved him, but she was not going to be his "pet" for the rest of her
life. She was not going to be ordered around and treated like a second-class
citizen.
"It's too late for
sorry, Buffy." He ran a hand down her back watching with amusement
as she shivered. He circled around in front of her and palmed
her breast, lightly tracing the scar that Darla had left during their
fight several months ago. Without warning, Angelus tugged hard on the
pink nipple and Buffy whimpered but didn't say anything. "Have I
given you pleasure over the last few months, Buffy?" he whispered.
"Yes," she said, biting
her lip in anticipation of where he was going with this.
"You've enjoyed being
in my bed?" She nodded and looked up at him. "You do realize
that very few of my slaves have ever been allowed to sleep in
my bed. Actually, Darla was the only one. The others are there for
my use and pleasure then sent away when I'm done with them. Have I
ever used you like that Buffy?"
"No, Angelus," she
said.
"I will tonight,"
he replied coldly. "Afterall, if you're going to see what it's like
to be a slave, you might as well start with that." He pulled
her naked body to him and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her
mouth as she struggled to keep pace with him. He picked her up and
sat her on the cushioned table. Wrenching her legs apart, he plunged
three fingers into her tight core while he unbuttoned his jeans.
He watched her face as she whimpered with the invasion. Her body
not fully aroused, wasn't quite wet enough to ease the pain. When
he freed his erection, he removed his fingers and pulled her to
the edge of the table. "I fuck my slaves whenever and however I want,
Buffy. I rarely take them to bed." Without another word, he entered
her body and crushed his mouth over hers, swallowing her cries
as he pounded into her. Angelus was angry and felt betrayed that
all of his gentle coaxing, his careful attentions meant so little to
her. He had wanted her to love him, to want to be with him, and yet
she resisted. Now she was sneaking off the grounds and lying to him about
her whereabouts. Angelus continued to piston in and out of her
tight core until he couldn't stand anymore and released his seed
into her body. He quickly withdrew leaving Buffy unfulfilled. She
looked up at him in confusion and frustration. He had never done this
to her before. He had always made sure that she was satisfied. Smirking
at the confused look on her face he added, "What's the
matter, lover? Oh, that's right…you've never been left unsatisfied.
Well, I'm not in the habit of going out of my way to pleasure my slaves.
If it doesn't happen for them before I'm done, too bad."
Angelus pulled her
from the table roughly, his fingers leaving imprints on her arm.
Buffy stumbled after him as he crossed the room and sat on a wooden
bench. He pulled her across his lap, her bottom bared before him.
Buffy struggled against him, humiliated at the position she was in.
She hadn't been across someone's knee since she was five years old.
Angelus put a strong hand on the back of her neck, holding her
in place as he smoothed his other hand across her soft behind. He never
thought their relationship would come to this. He didn't want
to hurt her, but she needed a lesson in respecting her master
and understanding her place.
"Where were you tonight,
Buffy?" he asked softly.
"I told you, already,"
she snapped, angry at being treated this way. He hadn't fastened
his pants and she could feel his erection nudging against her stomach.
It made her furious that he was turned on by dominating her. Without
warning, his hand came down sharply on her skin and she cried
out.
"Where were you tonight,
Buffy?" he asked again, softer this time.
"Dammit Angelus, let
me go!" she squirmed, trying to get away from him. Her breath caught
in her throat as he smacked her bottom hard several more times.
"Where were you tonight,
Buffy?" he whispered.
"I went for a walk,
that's all!" she yelled, and then that turned to sobs as the sharp
sting of a leather strap fell across her backside. Angelus continued
to strap her, alternating between her rear and the back of her thighs,
until Buffy's bottom was crisscrossed with red welts. Buffy sobbed
uncontrollably in pain and humiliation as he continued to spank
her. She silently vowed that when the tables turned, she would
pay him back for this!
"You will not lie
to me, understand? I am your master, I own you body and soul and
I want to know where you were! Tell me where you were, Buffy!"
"NO, it's none of
your fucking business!" she screamed at him. Thrashing in his grip,
she finally freed herself, falling to the floor in a heap at
his feet. She glared up at him defiantly and realized that it was
probably a mistake. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her
to her knees.
"None of my fucking
business? None of my fucking business??!! Everything you do
is my fucking business Buffy! You embarrass me in front of everyone
I know with your outbursts - that's my fucking business! You sneak
out of the house in the middle of the night - that's my fucking
business too!" He shook her head, his fist tightening in her
hair. Buffy winced with the pain, but continued to glare at him. "You
want to know what else is my fucking business, Buffy? If you left
tonight to fuck someone else!"
Buffy's eyes widened
in horror. "No! No, I didn't, I swear! I just went out for awhile,
that's all. I swear there's been no one else!" Oh god, if he really
thought she had been with someone else, he was within every right
to kill her.
"What if I don't believe
you? You're obviously lying to me about where you were, why
wouldn't you lie to me about this?" he asked.
"I swear, Angelus…I
wouldn't - not ever!" The tears spilled down her cheeks as she covered
her face with her hands. The thought of being with another man made
her ill. He was all she wanted, would ever want.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I think it is time
for you to leave, Buffy." Ethan said looking at the clock and the
dangerous face it had. It was geting late and even Buffy couldn't imagine
what would happen if this meeting was ever revealed; for him
and for her it would be a nightmare. Buffy looked up at
the clock herself and stared at the time. 'How long have I been here.
It has been hours.' Buffy jolted up remembering Angelus
and his punishment. She was brought out of her trance and into reality
as Ethan hurriedly gave placed her coat into her arms.
"Until we meet
again," Ethan said while lifting up Buffy's small hand and laying a kiss
upon it. It was not meant to be sexual, just a sign of luck as Buffy made
her way home. Ethan then looked up and saw Buffy's coat swooshing
behind her as she headed home and into her master's arms. 'Not
for long' Ethan thought.
Angelus swallowed
his own emotions that were threatening to cut loose. What was it
about this tiny woman that rattled him so much? The thought of another
man between her beautiful legs made him insane. He looked
down at his pet, crumpled at his feet sobbing. He released the hold
on her hair and sat back against the wall just watching her. Angelus
closed his eyes and tried to rein in his anger at her and himself.
He had vowed to treat her differently than the other slaves, and
he had until tonight. She didn't want to belong to him, she wanted to
be free. But it just wasn't done! Men ruled and women obeyed, that
was the way things were. A woman with freedom was unheard of in this
society. He couldn't give her that, even if the alternative made her
miserable for the rest of her life.
Buffy looked up at
Angelus and swallowed her tears. He had to know that she would never
want to be with anyone else. She just wanted things to be equal
between them, wanted to be his mate not his "pet". He had
been nothing but gentle with her since she had been in his house.
He lavished her with attention and gifts, constantly telling
her and showing her how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her.
He could have done things so differently, as she had heard from many
of the others about their experiences with him. Until this night,
she had never known him to be violent nor harsh. He had his eyes closed
now, apparently not willing to look at her. Buffy wanted to tell
him that she loved only him, wanted only him, but the words wouldn't
come out.
Pulling herself to
her knees, she moved forward and set herself between his spread
legs. She watched him carefully as she nuzzled her face against his
hip. Angelus opened his eyes and looked down at her curiously. Buffy
tentatively licked his semi-erect penis, slowly engulfing him in her
mouth. She sucked gently, never taking her eyes from his as she sought
to pleasure him and let him know that he was everything to her.
Angelus played with tendrils of her soft silky hair as she continued
to attend him. Her submissiveness was a surprise after her
vehement defiance earlier, and though she looked to be the model of
docility he knew that this was temporary. She was headstrong by nature
and would no doubt defy him again. But he would accept her submissive
behavior at face value for now. He stroked the soft skin of her cheek
wiping away a stray tear as she continued to suck him gently. Part
of him wanted to apologize for his harshness, while the other part
wanted to beat her until she understood that she was never to defy
him again. Buffy fondling his testicles brought him out of his musings
and he cupped the back of her head gently, encouraging her to
increase her pace. She sucked him hard into the back of her throat
and Angelus relaxed and let his release go. As she finished attending
to him, and closed the fly of his pants, Angelus pulled her
into his lap. Buffy flinched as his hand passed across her bruised
bottom. Standing, he cradled her in his arms as he walked out of the
chamber and back to his room with Buffy crying softly the entire
time.
Angelus carried Buffy to his room and lay her on his bed, gently
rolling her to her stomach. He cringed at the sight of the red welts
crisscrossing her beautiful skin. He had wanted to teach her a
lesson, make sure she knew her place and vent his anger at her
willful behavior of the last few days. Now that his anger at her had
receded, his own anger at himself had skyrocketed. Angelus had vowed
never to hurt her this way, and yet at the first episode of defiance
from her he had broken that vow.
Buffy continued to sob softly into the pillow. The pain throbbing
through her body was equaled by the humiliation she had suffered at
his hand. He had turned her over his knee like some wayward child
and paddled her bottom. She had pushed him too far, taking his
affection and generosity towards her for granted, and not believing
the stories she had heard about his discipline of the household
slaves. The aggravated red marks on her rear made her a believer,
all right. But they also made her angry. How dare he! She wanted
to jump up and show him how it felt to have his ass whipped! When
the tables turned Angelus was going to learn exactly that and then
some! But for now, she didn't have the strength to fight him so she
lay in the soft silk sheets and sobbed out her pain.
Part of Angelus relished the soft sobbing of his pet. Hopefully this
little lesson in the chamber had gotten through to her. But the other
part of him cursed his very existence. He had never felt guilty or
upset when he had disciplined other girls in his stable. But he
couldn't look at her without his stomach knotting up. He did that…he
inflicted those bruises on her arms from slamming her into the wall.
Those quickly purpling finger marks on her thighs were his doing.
The red, raised welts on the satin-like skin of her rear were his
fault. Angelus felt suddenly ill. He quickly walked into the
bathroom and ran a basin of cool water. With the softest cloth he
could find, he gently cleaned Buffy's backside, careful to not put
too much pressure to her wounds.
Buffy continued to cry quietly as Angelus attended to her abused
skin. "Shhh, baby…I know it hurts…shhh," he crooned as he ran his
fingers lightly over the marks his leather strap had left on her.
Listening to her cry, Angelus choked back his own emotions. He had
never given the other slaves a second thought after similar
punishments, and yet the sight of Buffy tugged at his heart. He was
becoming desperate to stop her anguish…he wanted to make amends to
her for what he had done. He may have been within his rights as her
master, but not as her lover. Since she had arrived he only wanted
to love her and have that love returned. The thought that he might
have turned her against him by his actions chilled him to the bone.
Angelus hovered over her small body and began to place feather-soft
kisses to her back and shoulders. "I'm sorry, Baby…I'm sorry I hurt
you this way," he whispered. The cloth of his pants brushed against
her bottom and Buffy cried out in pain. Realizing what had happened,
he stood and quickly removed his clothes, returning to kissing each
bruise and mark he had made on her body. "Is that better? I don't
want to cause you pain again Buffy. I don't want this to be part of
our life together." Buffy had stopped her sobbing, but she sniffled
and whimpered when he touched a particularly deep wound. Angelus
continued to kiss her, working his way down her back to her abused
bottom. When he reached the first of the deep welts, he brushed his
lips across it lightly - being extremely careful not to inflict any
pain. He nudged Buffy's legs apart so that he could kneel between
and proceeded to kiss away the pain.
Angelus wanted to make up to her for his mistreatment. He watched
her carefully and realized that she was starting to doze, evidently
worn out from the scene earlier in the chamber. She continued to
whimper and Angelus wanted her last memory of the evening to be one
of pleasure, not pain. Careful not to aggravate her injuries, he
rolled her to her side and cradled her hips in his hands. With the
utmost tenderness, Angelus brought his tongue to her intimate flesh,
flicking lightly. He sucked softly on her clitoris and he felt her
relax into him. Spreading her sex, Angelus ran his tongue from her
quickly swelling bud to her tight vaginal opening that was just
beginning to give off moisture. Buffy moaned softly at the gentle
treatment, and arched into his talented mouth. Angelus inserted a
finger into her core and with the other hand slipped the hood back on
her clitoris, exposing the tiny pink glans. With just the tip of his
tongue, Angelus flicked across the sensitive nub. The climax hit
Buffy so hard it was blinding. With a hoarse cry she exploded into
ecstasy and Angelus lapped up the sweet juices that poured from her
body. He continued to hold her, pressing soft kisses to the swell of
her belly until she drifted off to sleep.
Buffy slowly aroused, groggily she attempted to raise her hands to
rub her drowsy eyelids. Attempted, Buffy found her hands trapped in
between a body, Angelus' body. He cocooned her body with his leg
around her waist and a hand on his side while the other was laid
across her body.
'What happened last night?' Buffy thought as she tried to fight off
the feeling of contentment, desire, and something else he had formed
inside her. 'Last night, ...he...he abused me........and then
pleasured me. Why?' ' Everytime I think I know him......he surprises
me. It was suppose to be simple, He was the all evil master and I was
the slave who was to "surprisingly" win in the end because I am
woman.........hear me roar......or something.., anything?' Buffy
carefully looked down at her body making sure not to awake Angelus,
she almost shed the tears she had kept inside as she looked at the
damage he inflicted on her. No, she can't cry, she will not cry, the
time will come.' She thought as anger slowly made a place in her
head, not her heart, never her heart for Angelus.
As the day progressed, Angelus showered Buffy with attention, kisses
her and there, and just sweet little nothings in her
ear...........but it was all a facade, wasn't it? As night
approached, Master Angelus was sent away to deal with PRA importance,
more meetings, more talking, more everything dealing with all those
other rulers. God how she hated that!
Angelus was right, even I stereotype all the men out there as
selfish, possessive, and abusive. But Angelus wasn't like
that.........Buffy had to admit.....she was afraid she loved him?
Love............ha!..............right? Buffy always thought that
everything was based on rules, laws. You live, live for them....the
men, associate and adapt, and then leave......die.......whatever you
wish it to be called. There was suppose to be no emotion, no
arguing......but Buffy wasn't like others. She rebelled and she had
emotion.....strong emotions.
Minutes turned into hours and Angelus still wasn't to be seen as
Buffy paced in her chamber staring at all the riches of her room,
these past days she had been in Angelus' room, not hers..and as she
looked around her room......really looked....she noticed how perfect
it was.......perfect in the way a million dollar room would look. How
incredibly normal, as if this society was nothing, and Angelus was a
normal man not a master, in care and need of his wife. Buffy didn't
bother to stay in that mirage for long. This was NOT what she was to
be thinking about. Angelus..her mind whispered and her heart and soul
longed for him like a woman would do to basic needs of survival. But
this wasn't about her......it was about the system....the system she
now leads......she needed to get going and push these memories and
thoughts aside.......but for how long will she able to keep them out?
A knock was heard and Faith groggily arose from her bed. She was
allowed to rest for an approximate amount of time while Angelus
wasn't here......to her displeasure. How she longed for
him........god he was magnificent..who wouldn't. Sure he was tempted
to the rougher side of his carnal acts, but he was entitled to it and
Faith could only agree. Jealously suddenly fled into her
mind...........Buffy.......the new damn toy.........only this was
more than a toy she believed.........it was a mate? It's been going
around the house in soft whispers so not to be discovered, but she
still heard it. But so what...........Faith had been called to her
master's room to pleasure him even though his mate had been
present......Angelus needs me......I am suppose to be one of his
favorite slaves.........the only one. Faith cleared the thoughts out
of her head, she wasn't Darla, that psychotic chick who abused Buffy
because of her jealousy and got sent away for it and she had been in
the family for years! Faith pushed her covertness down, realizing
that she was just the slave and that was it.....no feelings meant for
it.
Faith put her palm on the knob before she turned it and opened up to
the outsider. Buffy stepped in, to Faith's utter disbelief. Princess
was here?! Why. As Buffy entered, she realized how Faith's chamber
was so unlike her own. Sure a bed was provided, but no bathroom. A
wooden dresser was seen in the corner and a mirror. Make-up was
there, little make-up actually, but no jewelry...except for the usual
slave apparel. wow. That's it. Buffy wasn't trying to be vain of what
she had, but she was starting to realize how differently she was
treated that others.
"Your majesty, what brings you here to the rightful slave chambers?"
Faith saucily asked before sauntering toward the door and gently
locking it. "Faith, I've got a proposal for you.........," Buffy
started. Interestedly, Faith actually looked up for her place at the
door. "Look ever since I was...I was young, I've known that this
whole slave master thing was bullshit and when the opportunity comes,
we capture it, rite? Well I did, Ethan has this organization and I
decided." Buffy began her sentence. "ETHAN?!?!" Faith exclaimed
before being silenced by Buffy's hand. "Ethan, the fucking lunatic,
wait 'till Angelus hears about this......." Faith said "No!," Buffy
none but yelled. " You can't, .......look Faith, I came here not so
you can tell on me, but so that I can ask you if you want to join?
Yes or no, then I'll leave. This is important, Faith. I want things
to change for everyone who wants it to. Don't you understand? Women
don't deserve the life that was given to them," Buffy asked.
That silenced Faith, this girl was really fucking serious! Women may
not like their life, but me?!? God, Why would someone leave Angelus,
I've grown up in a fucking shithole, obviously not like princess over
there,... my father was a lord I guess, but nothing fancy, he
was ......a bastard....a fucking bastard.........., my life was
nothing, Doesn't she understand? The only thing I prayed for when I
was little was not god, 'cause he didn't do shit for me. It was for
the type of master I would receive.'
Before Fath could start giving Buffy the speech, about how she was
wrong, how she would fail, etc. she stopped. Something stopped her,
all that could come out of her was the word, "No." It was now Buffy's
turn to be silenced. Why? Didn't she want to be free? Didn't everyone
want justice? But Buffy didn't ask. Instead, she turned and walked
out of the door, keeping her promise and leaving a confused Faith
inside the room she once occupied.
It took an hour, but Buffy had managed to get to most of the slaves
during their job and some, those that had been quite occupied at the
moment, were left alone. If they wanted release, they would receive
it soon.
Buffy looked behind her as she saw around 10 slaves following her,
they had all joined her revolt after hearing her out, but were still
nerved as would any other of Angelus' slaves be, except
for.....Buffy, of course, rite? A call was earlier received,
informing the others that Angelus, their master, would be coming home
late for some kind of reason....but that was nothing but an advantage
to those who Buffy was with.
Buffy lead all the slaves into a secret chamber that only a couple of
slaves had found out except for Angelus of course. The secret chamber
was hidden behind the statue of the gryphon to the left of the
Revealing Parlor.
Buffy would then begin telling the others of her plan. And then the
night will come......the night where Angelus and all the others would
be taught whose really in control. After gathering everyone into the
tiny room, Buffy turned to the door and looked carefully outside it
to see if anyone who wasn't suppose to, had followed. But in the
corner, a dark shadow had formed, and there stood Faith who started
coming closer to Buffy herself.
"Faith," Buffy found herself questioning. "What are you doing
here?"
"Shut up B, look, you don't know shit about me........about
anything, but I can't help but feel that I have to do this. I had a
tough life, B and at first, I wasn't going to allow you to change the
only actual good thing that had happened to me. But you're right, if
the world had been fair for me, I would have done so much more in the
world than become a fuckn' bitch, slave, whatever you wanna call it."
Buffy just stood and listened with hope. "So here I am B, I'm here to
help." Buffy just continued to stare at Faith, taking everything in
one at a time. Faith was strong, she had a certain attitude about her
that the revolt needed. A small smile crossed Buffy's lips and a copy
of it formed on Faiths'. Buffy then stood aside, thus allowing Faith
to come through the door. After making sure no more surprises were to
be seen, Buffy turned the door and slowly closed it to the world
outside.
