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Angel: Cause I Gotta Have Faith Part 1 (MF,bond,rape)
by Anonymous

"I'm not like you!"

Faith shoved out her last meager defense at Angelus. It hurt just to speak;
he had nearly killed her three times. Why wouldn't he let it end? She was
barely holding her own, let alone defeating him.

Angelus simply smirked and jerked the raven haired Slayer into his arms. His
fanged mouth sought her own, and his kiss was unexpected and rough, breaking
the tender skin of her bottom lip as his hand thrust between them.

Faith keened when her nipple was pinched, the trapped sound vibrating
between their mouths. And despite her hatred for Angelus, she couldn't help
but feel the pleasure and pain of the quick, possessive act stir her core
to a simmering heat. Molten lava was actually more like it with her yeast
infection.

No, no, I wouldn't tell you if that was her deal, I am after all sort of her
guardian angel. Well, after Angelus. Where was I? Oh, right.

There Faith was, dripping wet from sparring with Angelus for the past ten
minutes. Though she'd never admit it, even though she was ashamed of being
rehabilitated and still wanting to boink the undead, she couldn't help
herself. Angelus made her wet. Every cruel thing he said to invoke her wrath
had worked. Rage made her horny. And then there was him. She didn't know why,
only that he made her body stir as no other man had before.

Suddenly, her streaming train of embarrassing private thoughts were
interrupted by the vampire's sinfully arousing whisper.

"You will be."

With that, he picked her up and carried her into the night, where his
demonically chauffeured limousine was waiting. Being evil really paid.

It wasn't until the car had pulled out and begun to drive off to an unknown
location that Faith slid out of the shock of what had just happened. He
hadn't hurt her. He hadn't bitten her... he'd carried her to a limo.

Faith yanked the door handle to her right in the spacious automobile. She
knew it was useless, but she had to try. She couldn't let Angelus have her
blood, that much hadn't changed since the last time he'd wanted it. And she
would die by her own hand before she let him sell her to a demon market or
rape her or any other fun vampire activity Angelus was planning.

"Oh, stop that, honey," Angelus said, putting a near-crushing grip on her
wrists and jerking her towards him, "Wouldn't want you to get tired before
the fun's even started. I was just kidding when I said I liked a lass who'll
lay down and think of England. I like my bitches to struggle."

Faith's hand wrenched free of Angelus's grip, and she moved to backhand him
with supernatural strength. Her mistake was taking too long to raise her
momentum. The precious split seconds building power in her strike left her
open, and Angelus simply laughed harder, holding her arms with his clawed
hands once again.

"That's it, bitch," Angelus said, leaning in to inhale the distinct scent of
Faith's sweat, fear and arousal. "I was going to wait until we got back to my
place, but if you insist..." Angelus freed one hand and ripped Faith's top
from her body, exposing her unbound breasts to Angelus's sight. Suddenly, a
possessive anger stirred within him. He preferred women of experience, and
Darla had always been his primary load teaser. But the idea of Faith having
sex with another man, the idea of Faith being looked at by another man... the
idea of Faith's breasts swinging freely with her every move for another man's
eyes filled him with a long-supressed rage. He would just have to see to it
in her training that the impulse to be sexually independent was beaten out of
her. For beneath his twisted sense of humour, there was some truth to his
declared preference for obedient women.

"Angelus..." Faith's voice was barely a whisper, and if he had not been a
vampire, Angelus would have had trouble hearing her words. "Touch me again
and I will kill you. Getting Angel back will not matter anymore." She hated
being dominated, particularly in bed. She had made the decision long ago
that no man (or woman) would dominate her. If Angelus had taken heed of his
own vampyric instincts, he might have taken warning at the twitch in Faith's
jaw at his responding laughter. He might be stronger than her, and she might
in fact be rusty. But Faith was a Slayer none the less, and he was about to
find out what this one was made of.

Faith's arm jerked out, and her fist connected with the vampire's jaw. A
sickening thud resounded in the air, as Angelus' head reeled from the blow.
He felt his own blood well up in his mouth. The flaring rage within him was
tempered as the rich flavour of his own aged blood assaulted his tongue.
Savouring the taste, he decided to let Faith have her fun for a while. It
would be more fun to break her that way.

The Slayer beat him viciously for several minutes; but in between feeling his
head being knocked to different angles, Angelus lusted at the site of Faith's
swaying breasts.

The cab jerked violently. Rodi, the tri-horned driver, dared not inquire
about the events going on in the back seat. If Angelus was beating the girl
or raping her, interfering would only bring him death. If the girl was
beating or, from the looks of her slutty outfit, the true rapist, he didn't
want to get involved until he could be sure that Angelus was dead. That vamp
was fuckin' insane, Rodi mused to himself worriedly.

Tiring of Faith's beating, Angelus's hands shot out again, catching the
topless Slayer and pinning her arms behind her as easily as he had scant
minutes earlier. Faith attempted to wrench herself free, but failed
miserably.

This time, Angelus savoured the look of her semi-nude body. The woman blushed
as Angelus' eyes roved over her belly, ample breasts; even her well defined
arms seemed to be holding his obsessive interest. And for the first time in
years, Faith was actually nervous about the way a male was staring at her.

Uncertain of what to do, she suggestively shook her shoulders, not
attempting to wrestle free, but enough to cause her tits to jiggle sassily
before Angelus' raptly attentive gave. Perhaps if she could not fight him
physically, she could control him sexually. His respoding growl let Faith
know her tactic was working, and the look he gave her was one of pure
smouldering lust.

Faith quickly found herself laying on her stomach, spread unceremoniously
across the limousine floor. Angelus's frame pressed into her, and she almost
smiled to herself as she felt his hands sliding across her entire body. But
as Angelus's hands explored her, manually ravaging every inch of her
partially-clothed body, Faith felt the arousal thriving between her legs; it
had leapt to a new height.

Suddenly, unprovoked but not entirely unexpectedly, Faith felt like a worm.
A worm on a sidewalk. On a hot summer day. Everything she had ever been
told she was stuck inside of her. Ugly. A slut. Crazy. Evil. Too dark (from
her Metis mother who'd wanted so desperately for her to be a little blonde
PollyAnna). Built only for fucking. A monstrosity. And suddenly,
uncontrollably, the tears came.

Keeping her feelings bottled up had never been one of Faith's strong suits,
they either came out in condensed liquid teardrops or at the sharp end of a
viable weapon. Now she wept for her lost redemption. She had tried so hard
to be good, to become someone... not new, but... better. Someone who didn't
want to hurt and kill people. Someone who didn't want to self destruct.
Someone who wasn't turned on by an evil demon. Guess some things can't
change, Faith thought to herself ruefully, as the demonic male above her
stoked the fire between her legs to a sweltering heat.

Angelus lay on top of Faith, enjoying everything about their little exchange.

He's a demon who nails puppies to doors as Valentine's Day gifts, what'd you
expect? He'd feel bad?

No, Angelus didn't shed a bloody tear. He could still smell her arousal, and
the slight temerature changes in her skin and her minutely raised pulse let
him know that Faith was as hot as ever. For him. He knew she was eaten up
with guilt and shame, and it pleasured him beyond measure to see her in a
twisted, out-of-control dance of balancing between pleasure and pain.

Besides, Angelus mused, the better for her to get used to fucking him,
because his was the the only dick allowed her from now on.

Ok. Wait. Before we go any further, you're probably asking yourself a pretty
basic question. How the fuck did this happen? What made him love her, you
might wonder, and if he really does love her, why is this vamp so cruel and
twisted? But, come on, you really thought either Angel or Angelus would love
a seventeen year old blonde valley girl? As Buffy herself said, you know the
drill. He always did prefer brunettes, as Drusilla can attest to. Sure he's
a twisted obsessive fuck, but he had never meant to make her completely
insane. Or rather, he had loved her so deeply that he had tortured her to
insanity to escape the fact of his love. But that was all over a hundred
years ago, and like Miss Lauren Hill croons, people change when they come
eventually, you know.

So here we are, present day, Angelus and Faith. He's a boy, she's a girl, can
I make it any more obvious? They are in love, now let me expound upon how
they rock each other's worlds.

Angelus slid his hand between them, and ripped Faith's jeans straight off her
firm, high-tipped ass. Noting with both arousal and anger that she wasn't
wearing any underwear, he brought the palm of his hand down hard against
Faith's silken cheeks.

Her resulting humiliation and pain was coupled by still more arousal, and
Angelus was tempted to revel in the fun he would have training her. For the
difference between her spirit and Drusilla's was that Faith was unbreakable.
A break from conscience, that was possible. Sanity, too. But she would always
be her own girl. She could never be ruled, merely contained. He'd settle for
enslavement.

His cock throbbed at a vision of Faith on her hands and knees, servicing
him, being his fuckslut... Angelus brought himself back to the present, not
wanting to relinquish any part of the raven Slayer in the flesh. Angelus
unzipped his leather pants and freed his enormous, straining erection. He
had learned over the years how to unzip in a cramped space without getting
his considerable ballsac caught in various metal bindings. It was a practical
skill for any demonic rapist... or a lover of Darla's. With his free hand,
he drove several fingers into Faith's wet slit. When they slid in like a hot
knife through butter, Angelus knew she was ready. This aroused him and
bothered him at once, but not for the reasons her free sexuality did. He
wasn't supposed to care if she was ready.

Driving her thighs apart with his knee, Angelus settled himself between his
Slayer's delectable asscheeks, and, suddenly and seemingly without mercy,
drove the entire length of his shaft straight to the hilt inside of her.

Faith shuddered at the sensation. They lay joined and deathly still. Even
Faith's tears were forgotten as the incredible fullness she felt within her
caused her clit to explode with pleasure. She didn't think it was possible,
but suddenly she was coming harder than ever before in her considerable
history of fucking. It was unexpected, and the heat spread from her core
through her entire body; Angelus could see her face reflected in the metal
seat panel in front of them. The wide eyed look of shock she gave, coupled
with her spasming vagina around his cock, was enough to send him over the
edge.

Angelus roughly grabbed her hips and drove into her again and again, his
thrusts jerking them both forward across the limousine floor. Within short
moments, Angelus had come inside of his Slayer. He would have been ashamed
of his holdout time if it had been anyone other than Faith, or if he
couldn't recover and fuck her brains out for ten consecutive rounds. But
it was Faith. And he could. He would.

Still hard inside of her, Angelus pulled them up to a seated position on
top of the spacious, leather upholstered seat inside the limousine. The
unassuming manner in his display of strength was not lost on Faith, and
she wondered if she would ever escape Angelus; he wasn't even trying.

More shamefully, she wondered if she wanted to. It wasn't that she loved
him. She had loved Angel, not this soulless demon inside of her now. He was
the big bad...but he made her feel so damn good.

Helplessly riding the man seated below her like she was on a brand new ride
at an erotic carnival, Faith sat there dazed, waiting for Angelus to move.
She didn't want to be the one to initiate this sin.

When he remained hard within her and motionless beneath her, Faith
understood. Tears slid from her eyes as she gave in to the desire within
her. Her hips bucked as she raised herself on her own personal joystick. As
Angelus' honey coated cock slid to the shallowest entry in her cunt, Faith
suddenly, inexplicably found her resolve.

You know, I guess it's not that sudden or inexplicable if you consider the
fact that she raised herself and doesn't take shit from anybody. Angelus and
Faith have alpha personalities, you know? Destined for powerstruggles, and
Faith's newfound redemption might put her out of her element for a bit. Not
to mention the fact that Angelus is stronger than her and could, at least
in theory, strap her to a chair and fuck her till she broke. But let's not
forget who I'm writing about here. Faith. In the words of that skanky
director in Boogie Nights, she's the hottest bitch you or I have ever known.

Faith remembered what her trump card was, what Angelus was tormenting her
with at this very moment: sex. Slowly, languorously, Faith raised herself
once more off of Angelus's erection. Summoning up all of her perserverance
as a Slayer, Faith lowered herself back onto his erection with feigned
disinterest. A few more repeats of this, with both she and Angelus struggling
in a silent battle of wills to see who would hold out the longest.

Suddenly, Faith felt Angelus' hips close around her waist. Angelus
jerked Faith down onto his dick once more, making her gasp at the sudden
penetration. The vampire impaled her on his cock over and over, forcing her
to ride him. As her hips were forced down again and again to accomodate
Angelus's shaft, Faith's clit mashed against his tender ballsac. She knew
she was hurting him when she ground her pubic bone down into it. She knew
also that he couldn't stop himself or her at this moment. And suddenly, she
was coming again, with Angelus this time.

The soulless vampire growled with anger and lust. He had tried to deny Faith
her orgasm as punishment for hurting him. However, years of rolling in the
hay with two minute dead beats had given her the refined ability of catching
up to a man. This was not lost on Angelus. The image of all the men Faith had
lain with before stirred his dead blood once again as he wondered what he
would do with his favourite whore once he got her home.

His new home lay in a mansion on the outskirts of town. Wolfram and Hart had
sent Lilah to offer him an apartment under their contract. Angel smiled with
a fondness as he remembered raping her on the floor where she'd come to him
in the middle of a demon bar and grill, before ripping her throat out and and
having the chef fry it up.

* * *

Still, Angelus mused as his thoughts were drawn back to the present,
nothing could compare with his Faithie. Once she understood that she was his
cocksocket, and his alone, that she was to do as she was told, he knew they
would paint the world red. He loved her ability to kill even with a soul. The
passion and grace with which he'd seen her take various life forces was
enough to bring any evil demon to his knees.

Therefore, he saw no reason to turn her. Vamping someone always did the
darndest things, as Spike's mom could attest to. Faith could be a brutal
superhuman killer in this life, and then, suddenly, she could wind up
preferring to do evil by incessant verbal debating. He knew of one former
Dutch Prime Minister to whom this had happened; he had seen the various
ways in which vamping changed a person - for better or worse - irreversibly.

So what happened next, you ask?

They pull up to the mansion, that's what. Then he woos her with Crystale and
an Usher C.D... NOT!!!

Let's just fast forward to Faith being tied up naked in Angelus's "cage"...

The manacles kept Faith tied fast to the bars of a cage identical to the
metal coffin where AI had attempted to keep Angelus confined. That's the
thing about controlling a demon, you always leave an imprint behind. Right
now, there's actually an underground Tebla military base where humans are
kept. The unfortunate souls are studied, experimented on, and, once they're
deemed exhausted, sold to a Tebla brothel for their final moments. So don't
feel so bad for our Faith during her next trial.

The demon had purposely chained her at knee level, legs spread. That way he
could have all kinds of fun with her. She was quite witchy, Angelus thought,
observing her semi conscious frame. She was just starting to wake up from
the knockout puch he'd given her to keep her from struggling when he'd tied
her up. Angelus rubbed his balls absentmindedly, a small twinge of pain
reminding him that compromising a Slayer was more dangerous than being the
Crocodile Hunter.

Faith moaned and slowly raised her head from the floor. When gravity pulled
at it so that she was slumped forward and was being pulled back and supported
only by her bound arms, she realized she was kneeling, not lying down. Her
head throbbed. The last thing she remembered after telling a crotch holding
Angelus that she would do the world a favour by cutting off his sac was him
saying, "Doesn't mean I won't" right before his fist connected with her jaw.

The first part of that sentence had been, "Faith, my little fuck bunny, I
don't want to hurt you so quickly," which he'd said right before she'd
kicked him in the balls.

As Faith's vision adjusted to her current circumstances, she found herself
eye level with Angelus' cock. Even though she'd had the wits knocked out of
her, Faith still had a sense of humour. "Gee, you really know how to woo a
girl. Why wine and dine her when you could just wave a wrinkly ballsac in
her face?"

That's one thing I always loved about my Faithie... always knew how to get a
laugh out of a situation. Such a beautiful, luscious mouth, but I digress.
Point is, Angie Nicholson over there loved it too. He just wondered if she'd
had enough experience to understand how to deep throat. But to be truthful,
he was fairly whimsically hoping she didn't.

She stared defiantly at him, her chest heaving and eyes filled with hatred.
It made Angelus harder. She should have known he'd never share with The
Beast. And he would always keep her for himself. She loved Angel, and yet
she wanted Angelus. He knew the raven haired Slayer would take anything
she could get. The soul didn't love Faith, not as he did. He would rather
chastly date an anorexic fool who's idea of deep and meaningful conversation
was, "What's the what?"

And that's the big secret. Angel likes the light. He likes everything nice
and toasty. He was taken by a demon, and I'm sure he's at odds with all the
killing, rape and torture that Angelus had fun with at his expense over the
years. So he loves it human and he loves it light, and Buffy's perfect for
that. Kind of depressing when you think about it. That's Angel's true love.
The big time moira, the kayrumptia, the eternal love that brought him back
from hell. The denial and hatred of himself. The one thing Angel never wanted
anyone to find out was the truth. The difference between he and Angelus
wasn't just that Angelus was evil. It was that Angel was a coward.

And Faith, his sweet, ripe, WOMAN Faith. She was fire. And yet, she would do
whatever he told her to. After tonight.




    

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