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Buffy/Angel: Picnic Time For Teddy Bears

Picnic Time For Teddy Bears

by chrosmaet

Series: Angel

Pairing: Angelus/Cordelia

Warnings: Rape, Violence, Season 4

Rating: NC-17

Angelus sang softly to himself in his 3-inch barred steel cage. “See them gaily play about/ they love to play and shout/ they haven’t got any cares”… Soon… The incantation completed with a flaring of the candles, and a pale mist rose from the center of the circle. It spiraled around Angelus in his steel cage, lifting him up. “This isn’t over!” he screamed as it infused him, and Angel collapsed on the floor. He slowly got up, struggling to remember what had happened. He was dimly aware of Wesley asking him to sing. Angel sang tunelessly for a couple lines, and a smile lit up Lorne’s face. Apparently his identity was confirmed. He gave out a few orders, and everyone left the room. Everyone but Cordelia. “Come out of that cage.” she said. “It’s safer this way. We don’t know how long this spell may last for, and-” “This way you don’t have to look anyone in the eye. How convenient. You’re not Angelus. You think we don’t get that, but we do.” Cordelia unlocked the locks on the cage. He stepped out, uncertainly. “You are not Angelus.” Angelus grabbed her by the throat roughly. “Wanna bet?”

He swiftly turned off the camera monitoring the room. With any luck, no one would ask which of them had turned it off. Not as though it mattered anymore, with Angelus gone, right? “There”, he said cruelly, his face contorting into the grimace a vampire wears when feeding, “Without that camera, nobody upstairs will be able to hear you down here. I’m sure that we’ll be able to have lots of fun.” He ripped Cordelia’s blouse and bra open at the same time, with one hand still holding her on tip-toes by her neck. “Nipples hard already? You really skip the boring bits, doncha? Of course, I should already have known that from the way you treated the kid that night, huh? I’ll make sure this is a much more entertaining show than that was.” He took one of her nipples between top and bottom fang, and bit just hard enough to draw blood. He sucked upon it eagerly. Cordelia tried to scream, but only succeeded in making a little wheeze. Rather than boosting her adrenaline and bringing help, it only heightened the fear. He shoved her back up against the cage. “Man, was that boring to watch. Can you say ‘Routine Missionary Sex’? Not that that doesn’t suit your philosophy.” He took that same nipple between his teeth again, and bit harder with fierce precision. His fang went right through and came out on the other side. The pain pierced through Cordelia’s body, and she screamed again as only one whose windpipe is constricted by an iron grip can: Quietly, with great effort. The fear shot through her as well, causing all sorts of reactions. “What’s this?” said Angelus, and thrust his hand down her pants. He cupped her sex roughly and lightly at the same time (as one category), feeling the warmth coming off of it- “Well, look at that. You’re getting all- ‘buttery’.” He laughed harshly. Cordelia gazed in horror into that twisted face mocking that of the one she still wasn’t sure if she loved, smelt the blood on his breath, found herself unable to rely on that basest of instincts- the scream- and almost fainted. “Let’s try that again”, he said cruelly, and bit through the other nipple with the speed of a rattlesnake, and this time he didn’t just punch a hole as if he was giving her a piercing, he held on and tugged on the bleeding breast while wickedly playing the tip with his tongue- Cordelia strained to scream, or preferably to get free, with all the strength she had in her, she prayed to whatever benevolent forces might care to help, but the minor ones were all too far away and the major ones had other concerns than just another person in pain and fear or wanted her to build character or something like that, and her mind still burned with a deadly combination of pain, fear, and perverse enjoyment that worked like whitewash on her mind, her hopes, dreams, goals, fears, memories all were obliterated by the animal urge to run away, and Cordelia slumped against the side of the cage. Angelus moved like a perversely malevolent version of a delighted puppy dog from breast to breast, eagerly lapping up the thin stream of blood from each nipple as it trickled down the underside of Cordelia’s breasts. He noticed that she was no longer struggling, and so with his free hand he pinched her nipple as hard as he could. His face lit up with satisfaction as he felt another scream rise in Cordelia’s throat and her body begin to struggle again- “You’ll not get out of it that easily.” “Poor Cordelia”, he said wickedly, and started lightly fingering her through the fabric of her undergarments- “Your relationships just never seem to work out, don’t they? Let’s tally- Breakup, Death, Demon Surrogate, Breakup- and those are just the ones that come to mind the fastest.” He continued fingering her, and quickly lapped up the blood which had begun to trickle. “Let’s see if we can make this one work.” He swiftly pulled her pants off before she could resist, and unzipped his own. Cordelia began to struggle again, but it only heightened his enjoyment and he pulled her panties off, regardless of her kicking, as easily as one would undress a doll, and positioned his hard length at her entrance. “Now”, he said, “I am not one to enter a woman’s most sacred of places without her permission, so I will remove my hand briefly so I can hear your response.” He removed his hand briefly, but immediately replaced it when Cordelia tried to scream. “Very well.” Cordelia muted again, gazed levelly at him. “I will not defile your womb by entering unpermitted.” With a savage grin, he then repositioned his tip to rest lightly on her anus. “Your choice.” He pushed through the rubbery entrance slowly for the first half inch or so, then startled Cordelia by suddenly thrusting roughly and fast. Another scream stifled. He said nothing further- words might spoil the delightful horror he wanted her to feel, but thrust again, beginning an in-and-out rythum that pleased him. He turned Cordelia around to face the cage, allowing him easier access, and began to finger her in earnest with his other hand. He relished the feeling of it, the tight grip- he felt her begin to weaken. “Are you getting close, now? Signify by nodding or shaking your head”. When he got no response, he added, continuing to thrust,”You know those nipples of yours? Pierced is better than none. Nothing further and they may even heal over.” He was met with a hesitant nod. He could feel that this was true- without meaning to, she was pressing slightly against his hand, and wriggling slightly. “Alright”, he said, and then removed his fingering hand. A few more thrusts and he released his own orgasm, spilling into the wrong passage and withdrawing. He released Cordelia, and dropped her to the floor. She looked up at him, hardly daring to provoke him by screaming. “You-” she began, and stopped. He carefully tore her clothing into long strips, suitable for his purpose. “You didn’t-” she said, but quieted when he looked at her. “Nope.” He picked her up and pushed her into the cage. “When you denied me your standard entrance”, he said as he fitted a gag made from her blouse into her mouth, “I assumed you didn’t need to enjoy it.” He grinned maliciously, finished tying her up, and closed the cage door. “I’m headed upstairs for a minute, but I’ll be back down, probably with Fred or Lilah. Maybe both.” He turned and headed upstairs.

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Posted by on December 7, 2011 in Buffy/Angel


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Posted by on October 18, 2011 in Buffy/Angel, Uncategorized


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