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Title: Versailles Undone
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fenderlove
Pairing: Spike/OCs
Rating: NC-17/NOT WORKSAFE (especially not this chapter) for pet!Spike, rape, non-con, dub-con, BDSM, torture, whippings, electric shocks, coprophagia, urophagia.
Summary: With his "owner" out of town, Spike is at the mercy of another. Controlled by collar and by chip, how will the vampire cope with yet another drastic change in his treatment?
Versailles Undone
Chapter Seven: Dolmancé's Chamber.
Waking up after being knocked unconscious was never easy. The mind was quick to jump to panic, and Spike had to force himself to remain as still as possible as he stirred and tried not to thrash around. Breathing heavily to quiet the rage that boiled up in his throat, Spike began to assess his situation, doing a mental checklist for any sign of injury or damage. A blindfold prevented Spike from seeing where he was, though there was a heavy odor of lacquered wood in the air, overpowering any other scents. He pushed at the ball-gag in his mouth with his tongue but could not dislodge it. Nothing, however, covered his ears, so he listened carefully for anyone nearby. When Spike heard no one, he decided to gain a better understanding of his surroundings. He was on his knees with his arms bound behind his back, thick straps coiled around his biceps, elbows, and wrists. His hands were encased tightly in leather, preventing him from unclenching his fists or moving them apart. Spike's upper body was bowed forward, his forehead barely touching the surface below him. The humiliating realization that Spike's legs were spread open and his ass was in the air hit him suddenly, and he tried to bring his legs closer together but found that spreader bars were holding his knees and ankles in place. The various bonds seemed to be attached to the surface below him, preventing him from moving out of the position in which he had been placed.
Spike attempted to tip his head in any direction, but found he was immobilized from the shoulders up. As he focused his attention to whatever was acting as a restraining mantle on his upper body, he felt the weight of the heavy material that ran from his collarbone up his neck, cupping his chin and jaw and encircling the back of his head. There was particular pressure just beneath his chin. Moving his ankles slightly, Spike could tell that manacles had anchored him to the surface he was on. He leaned as much as he could to the left, feeling a solid wall against his shoulder. Repeating the same motion to the right, Spike felt yet another wall. He arched his back upwards and soon met another surface against the swell of his buttocks. Unable to rock forward or back, Spike could only hazard a guess that he was in a box of some sort.
This was not Spike's first time in the "get knocked out and confined" rodeo. Too many times he had experienced similar situations, including just a few months prior which resulted in unexpected brain surgery. How long had it been? Spike calculated that he had been with Charise for nearly a month and a half and at least three months before being imprisoned in the Frankenstein labs. For once, Spike was sure of who had trussed him up, for what little comfort the knowledge offered. Swearing behind his gag, the vampire began to remember all the ways he was going to kill Dolmancé. He had already amassed quite a list of possibilities that would be unlikely to cause the chip to spark inside his head. "Accidentally" tripping the old man down the marble stairs and watching every bone in his body snap seemed like the most satisfying option.
The creaking of a door alerted Spike that someone was approaching. The noise was earsplitting, making Spike realize that he had not totally recovered from the trauma of being nearly electrocuted. The footsteps grew closer, and it was obvious to Spike that he was positioned near the floor. He recognized the heavy, imposing footfalls as those of Dolmancé. He could feel and hear the squeaking of wheels as whatever was containing him was being pushed slowly. The sound of clanking metal above him was soon followed by cool air rushing over him on all sides. Spike couldn't help but tense as he waited; his eyes were darting back and forth beneath his blindfold out of reflex.
Spike steeled himself for whatever the old man had planned. He tried to build up the defenses he had developed while undergoing the experiments at the commando lab, but it was hard to recreate walls that took months to cultivate and had already been completely broken down. Spike blamed himself for so easily giving over to the comforts Charise offered. A calloused hand rested on Spike's lower back next to his bound wrists. It took a lot of will to resist bucking away from the touch.
"These are not the same affable conditions you've grown accustomed to, are they?" Dolmancé asked in a taunting tone as he slid his hand roughly over Spike's backside and down one thigh. "How does it feel to be dripping in diamonds and furs while all the people you've killed rot in the ground?"
Spike attempted to turn his head towards the sound of Dolmancé's voice but was unable and settled for making a show of trying to force the gag out of his mouth as a point of protest. The roaming hand delved between Spike's open legs, which was precisely when Spike realized that something metal was covering his penis and his scrotum felt unusually heavy. It seemed like the type of sensation that the vampire would have readily noticed, but contrary to popular belief not all men are primarily focused on their genitals especially not when they are bound and gagged in unknown territory.
Without any further admonitions of Spike's vampiric nature, Dolmancé stepped away from the prone figure. Spike stilled himself and listened, trying to ascertain what the old man was doing. A chair was scooted across the floor, and Dolmancé sat down with a sigh. A metal object was moved, and the wafting smell of fresh roasted chicken filled the air. A cloth was rustled, and cutlery began plinking against a plate. A cork was popped, apparently by Dolmancé's teeth as the object was quickly spat at Spike, striking the vampire between his shoulder blades. Spike's mouth began to water at the heady aroma of red wine, saliva seeping around the gag and running down his chin.
"I certainly hope the Sow didn't have to shave your ass to get it that smooth. I don't have time to waste on your grooming," Dolmancé spoke as he sipped the wine, and then he sighed heavily, "You know, I had hoped that idiot of a girl would at least bring home an attractive vampire, but she could not even manage that... Gaunt, ugly little thing. Everything's either too big or too small, and not in the assemblage that one would want them."
Spike felt heat rise into his face. It was not as though insults about his appearance shocked him coming from Dolmancé, but without being able to offer witty retorts in retaliation, the sting of each barb struck him a little harder than he would have admitted.
"Of course, the Sow must not have been able to sense what a slut you are. She claimed she wanted an innocent, but what did she drag home instead? An old whore with a virgin's ass... and even that's been used. You're disgusting. I can't even stand to look at you," Dolmancé made a guttural noise to express his displeasure and planted the sole of his shoe on the side of Spike's face just over his ear and kicked hard enough for the open container to rotate 180 degrees so that he was now facing the vampire's upturned backside.
Gritting his teeth around the ball gag, Spike could not even recoil as his head received the blow. He had been entertaining thoughts that perhaps Dolmancé had only wanted to hurt him for his own sadistic reasons, but it had been clear what the old man had wanted from the start though Spike had wished to be wrong. Dolmancé had returned to his meal while Spike thought over what he knew was coming and began resigning himself to it, but he wasn't going to give in so easily. Struggling would be completely futile and would expend a lot of his energy as would trying to reign in reactions to any pain he might suffer, but he was going to show that he wasn't some submissive puppy. Trying to be tactical about his situation took Spike's mind off his own fear. What was Dolmancé's game? Certainly he would have assumed that the moment Charise returned from her business trip Spike would tell all that transpired to her as she obviously had intended to have him in Pomme and Pêche's care while she was away, not trussed up by her major-domo. Dread pooled in the pit of Spike's stomach as he realized that Dolmancé might not have any intentions of giving Spike the opportunity to tattle.
Dolmancé stood up from his chair and walked over to stand beside Spike's bowed body. Spike felt the old man's cold eyes glaring him down, giving him the same uncomfortable sensation he had always felt in Dolmancé's presence since he had arrived in Charise's home, the feeling of being judged and deemed unworthy in someone else's estimate.
The old man moved behind him and crouched down, asking, though he did not expect a response, "Tell me, Seventeen, do you like having your ass stuffed full?"
Spike's jaw ticked at the reminder of his commando-given number as well as what Dolmancé was implying, but he did not move.
"How far can you stretch open? They say that vampires always heal back to the way their bodies were at the point of death," Dolmance's fingers were coated in grease from his meal as they rubbed between Spike's buttocks.
Spike tried to jerk his body away from the probing fingers, but was halted from doing more than leaning slightly from one side to the other by his bindings. He growled around the ball gag as his teeth bit into the latex as the old man's greasy fingers began to breach his hole.
"There's the little jewel I was searching for... You're so tight," Dolmancé sounded surprised, "I didn't think... The Sow and her degenerate sycophants like to fuck you with their fingers and toys, but could you really be a sweet virgin?
After pushing his middle finger down to the first knuckle inside of Spike's clenching pucker, Dolmancé made a satisfied groan. While Spike was trying to twist and bend his body in any way to prevent the unwelcome intrusion, Dolmancé brought his free hand down on the vampire's left flank, digging his nails into soft flesh as the slap connected. The old codger was either very strong, or Spike was growing weak from being in captivity. Momentarily the touches stopped, and Spike breathed heavily through his nose as he continued to attempt to break any of his appendages free from their bonds. Each labored breath blew back into his own face as his nose was only an inch or so from the surface to which he was latched.
"Such an eager demon," Dolmancé began to rummage through something, setting objects on the floor next to Spike, "but you haven't earned your fucking yet."
Spike heard the swish of a riding crop long before Dolmancé brought it down on his naked backside. The pain bloomed out in a line of fire across Spike's ass. After three more stripes, Spike's thighs were trembling from the expert application of the crop. There was no warm-up of making the skin first blush, then bruise, and finally break. No, each strike Dolmancé leveled intentionally split the skin. The frustration of not being able to dodge the crop, unable shield himself and left exposed built up until Spike was mouthing curses around the ball gag, nearly choking as saliva pooled under his tongue.
While his brain was screaming out at the pain, Spike struggled to keep his body in check. He wasn't sure if it was because he lived his fledgling years under Angelus and Drusilla's tutelage or if it was part of the vampire package, but co-opting injury into a pleasurable sensation was both a survival tactic and an annoying inconvenience. Muffled by the gag, Spike groaned loudly as his penis began to stir in its metal prison. A thick wire of some kind was wrapped around the root of his shaft and over the foreskin just beneath his cockhead. The wire along with the curvature of the cage caused Spike's penis to begin to throb as it was prevented from becoming fully erect. The tangible scent of his own blood maddened him, making the uncomfortable sensations pulsating in his loins all the worse. It was in this state of involuntary arousal that it occurred to Spike that the weight he felt around his scrotum was a leather splitter. He never imagined that the cold, reserved business manager was a leather freak dom, though perhaps it had been painfully obvious.
It's always the quiet, controlling ones, Spike thought as Dolmancé rubbed the flared tip of the crop against the vampire's abraded flesh, smearing the streaks of blood around and irritating the deep cuts.
Dolmancé bent down and picked up another item from the floor. He gave a half-hearted swing of a flogger against the side of Spike's face, the knotted ends of the braided tails catching the vampire across his cheek, nostril, and the corner of his mouth. Even though there was no force behind the swing, it was still incredibly painful. Spike was instantly grateful that the mantle kept the majority of his face downward and that the blindfold protected his eye. The old man applied the flogger with more intensity than he had with the crop, criss-crossing each downward blow over his exposed back and arms, watching the vampire's muscles twitch. He walked around Spike's body, marking him with long, ragged stripes.
Dolmancé chuckled, "Look at the mess you're making, dribbling all over yourself. It's what you've been craving, isn't it?"
Spike roared behind his gag as the flogger was viciously whipped between his legs, delivering individual blows to his balls, thighs, and ass. The flogger continually rained down on his already abused backside, sending splatters of blood in every direction. Eventually Dolmancé seemed to either tire or grow bored, and he moved further away. He opened a drawer, and Spike heard the rattling of a pill bottle followed by the old man taking a few gulps of liquid. When Dolmancé returned to Spike's side and once again assumed a crouching position, he ran a hand possessively over Spike's belly and then his chest. Something cold and plasticky was placed over one of Spike's nipples. There was a pinch followed by pressure. It felt as though his nipple was being sucked deeper and deeper into whatever had been attached to him. Dolmancé repeated the action with the opposite nipple.
"Want those tits to be nice and excited," Dolmancé said more or less to himself as he slapped Spike's face.
Spike's fearful anticipation peaked when he heard Dolmancé draw down his zipper. The scent of the human's arousal was nauseating. Dolmancé unlatched one of the fasteners adhered to the mantle and grabbed at the screw keeping Spike's face level. It allowed the old man to turn Spike's head and upper body slightly to the right as he dragged the wet crown of his penis over Spike's stretched lips around the ball gag.
"I hate to talk shop at a time like this, but I should let you know that the Board has finally recognized the Sow as a capable business woman instead of thinking that she's merely had a run of good luck. Some of them even think her to be more brilliant than her grandmother. With their mark of approval, she'll have to be even more directly involved in day-to-day affairs, which means that you and I will be spending a lot of time together without her interference," Dolmancé said as he re-locked Spike's bonds. "Now, you may be thinking that she won't have much need of me when she starts having more individual control, if you're capable of having complex thought. However, she will need me because she has no confidence and will still need someone to act as intermediary and to run the household while she's away... as much as she might complain about me being around."
Dolmancé stood and went back behind Spike. He thumped his thick cock against one cheek. Spike attempted to squirm away and clenched when Dolmancé took hold of his buttocks, spreading him open with his thumbs, but it did no good. With no preparation, Dolmancé pressed the tip of his penis into Spike's hole, forcing passed any resistance the vampire could physically offer in his position. The width of the organ tore Spike internally, and his whole body ached at the intrusion. Spike had to remind himself that he shouldn't waste his energy uselessly fighting back. In his time with Angelus, the blonde had learned that it was best to give in and take it, hoping that the next time the bastard got the urge that he would be gentler about it, and sometimes Angelus could be kinder, even tender. Spike feared that Dolmancé would never have that reaction no matter what he did, so Spike tried to make things better for himself, bearing down on the old man's member to ease its passage.
Dolmancé grunted as he pressed himself to the hilt in Spike's battered body, "Filthy slut. You may be tight, but you're no virgin. Did you take cock while you were alive or after you became an animal?"
With his vision obscured, Spike had nothing to use as a focal point to take his mind off the hurt and the violation, so he was left with the sounds and feel of Dolmancé's flesh slapping against him, the cruel jeers and taunts, and the smell of his own blood. Despite wanting to maintain his composure, Spike began trying to jerk his legs, causing the manacles and bars holding him to rattle. Spike's fingernails were digging into the palms of his bound fists hard enough to break the skin while his muscles stood out, strained, against the leather straps. The struggle apparently pleased Dolmancé, who became more vocal with each brutal thrust.
Dolmancé stilled for only a second to lean further over Spike's body, grabbed something from the pile on the floor, and then continued to slam himself into the unwilling vampire beneath him. An increasingly familiar jolt of electricity ricocheted through Spike, and a scream tore from his throat, frustratingly halted by the gag. His vampire brow and fangs appeared as an instinctive, self-preserving reaction. Spike attempted to shake his head when his sharp canines became embedded in the latex ball causing his body to buck. Dolmancé growled in lust as Spike's internal walls clenched down on his cock from the shock of the collar. The old man pressed the remote once more, and Spike spasmed and cried out, his ankles shaking against their fetters. Dolmancé seemed to feed off his distress, continuing to use the remote to inflict more pain until he ejaculated into Spike's bowels.
Just as Dolmancé, ready for Round Two, pulled out and slammed back inside the vampire's entrance in one punishing stroke, Spike was on the verge of blacking out as the shock collar was set off again and again. One of Dolmancé's hands remained on Spike's hip, bruising his skin. A few tears slipped from underneath Spike's blindfold; they were mostly from the physical pain, but they were also caused by shame at having allowed himself to be in this position. He kept mentally repeating to himself that he was not weak, that this would not kill him, the same things that he told himself while he was trapped inside the commando lab, but it didn't stop the awful feeling of being powerless from creeping inside.
"And since we're going to be spending so much time together from now on, you should know..." Dolmancé spoke in panting bursts as he came once more, this time onto Spike's bleeding backside. Using his finger to mix some of his semen with the vampire's blood in macabre swirls, the old man smirked, "if you act appropriately, you'll get daily feedings. If you cause any trouble, well, the Sow would understand if I had to stake you for trying to bite me." The word "stake" was emphasized by Dolmancé jabbing two fingers into Spike's stretched hole.
Spike made a noise that was suspiciously like a whimper as his body went limp in defeat. His throat was raw from screaming, and he felt disgusting, covered in his own drool, blood, and the old man's come. He just wanted to jump into a boiling shower and scour his skin with a Brillo pad.
"This will be our secret," Dolmancé said, roughly patting Spike's flank, using the same condescending tone he always bore. "And who would believe you if you tattled? Wouldn't want you sent back to the Initiative for being a tarty little seducer, would we?"
The Initiative? Spike's eyes were drooping behind his blindfold as he sank deeper and deeper away from the pain, but that word became etched in his mind. The commandoes who took him had a name, an official-sounding name. For some reason, it made Spike fear them all the more, imagining financial backers, government go-aheads, and unlimited resources. There was a squeaking of bedsprings as Dolmancé sat down while wave after wave of electricity continued to shoot through Spike's body. He was twitching, and his body attempted to contort despite its bonds. Dolmancé let out a bark of laughter whenever one of these movements was particularly amusing to him.
She wouldn't send me back, Spike told himself as he drifted away into restless unconsciousness. She likes me... She wouldn't...
*****
When Spike woke again, he found he wasn't able to control himself as he had the first time. He tried to move every part of his body at once, letting out a strangled, gurgling shout as he realized he was able to see. The blindfold had been removed entirely, but the latex gag had been replaced by a metal one that kept his mouth open and available, his tongue held flat and his teeth prevented from biting down. The vampire was on his knees, the tops of his bare feet pressed to the floor. His arms remained bound, but were lifted above his head and secured to the wall behind him with manacles. Something cold and metallic was penetrating him, curving up between his buttocks and up his back to the shock collar, keeping his back arched and his hips rocked slightly forward. The mantle had been removed from his neck and shoulders, and he was able to move his head around, getting a better look at his surroundings and himself.
Glancing downwards, Spike saw that his body was covered in welts and bruises. It seemed that Dolmancé had continued to enjoy himself while Spike had been unconscious. Saliva was still dripping slowly down his chin and onto his chest. Obscenely bright yellow caps encased the vampire's nipples, which were dully throbbing. His cock hung limply inside of the tight, metal sheath; a crust of dried pre-cum coated the opening at the tip of the cage. Blood stained his pale inner thighs, and while it should have been horrifying, it only served to remind Spike that he was growing hungry. After being extremely well-fed for weeks, going without blood for a few hours became very noticeable to the vampire, the gnaw in his gut feeling more evident than when he had been starved by the commandoes.
Spike reminded himself, the Initiative.
Spike gathered a little strength, rolled his shoulders, and attempted to get to his feet. Even though it caused excruciating pain to his wrists, he tried to pull himself upwards, letting the whole of his body weight hang from those slender bones, but it turned out to be wasted effort. Just as he got his knees slightly raised from the floor, Spike felt the tug of fetters around his ankles and feet, keeping him shackled flat to the floor. Parts of his body seemed numb, which Spike counted as a blessing. He leaned forward as much as he could, hoping to free his arms, but there too was met with resistance as he found that a chain had been attached from the wall to his shock collar.
The old codger is thorough, I'll give him that, Spike thought as he searched around the room for any sign of Dolmancé.
The bedchamber was of the same design as many of the other rooms in Charise's mansion- high paneled walls, marble floors, but this room differed in that it had no windows. The walls were painted a rich burgundy, and the marble tiles were cream streaked with rust reds and browns. The furniture Spike could see was not in the same Rococo vein as the rest of the house; it was all modern, clean lines with no frills or fuss. Everything was built for efficiency without any trinkets or baubles to clutter the room. A platform bed was a few feet away. It was dark wood with a black matte finish like the sparse desk, chairs, cabinet, and lamp in the room. Spike couldn't help but notice the large rollable box in the center of the room and figured that that was the crate he had been held in before Dolmancé decided to have a go. The sheets on the bed, too, were black, and Spike felt that it was terribly cliche of him.
Dolmancé entered the bedroom from a small washroom to Spike's left. He was dressed in the same simple black turtleneck and trousers he had been wearing when he had fetched Spike from his own apartments. Spike wondered how long it had been between then and now. The vampire glared at him, his blue eyes slightly red-tinged.
"Those who require someone else's good graces to be fed would do well to look a bit happier to see their benefactor," Dolmancé frowned, making the smoking lines around his mouth appear deeper-set.
Spike continued to stare him down, a growl bubbling up in his throat and, though extremely muffled, managed to say, "Fuck off."
Dolmancé walked to his bed and picked up the riding crop and the remote to the vampire's shock collar, "Come again? I didn't hear you."
Squaring his shoulders and knowing full well that trying to talk only caused more drool to spill out of his mouth, Spike repeated, "Fuck off."
The crop was brought down on the soft curve of Spike's lower abdomen. Spike tried to laugh off the pain, sneering around the metal gag, inviting the old man to do worse. Dolmancé struck Spike through the metal cock cage, causing the wire within the cage to bite into the flesh of his penis. As Spike drew his legs together, Dolmancé began whipping the crop across Spike's inner thighs.
"Open them!" Dolmancé ordered angrily as he continued to strike Spike until the vampire had unwillingly spread his knees again on the hard marble floor, leaving his bound cock vulnerable to further attack. "Is it funny now? Can you laugh about this?" he shouted as he planted his foot on Spike's scrotum still encased in a separator and began to step down.
Spike let out a yell as he tried to twist away, fearing that one of his testicles might literally be crushed.
"That's not very amusing, is it?" Dolmancé smirked, releasing Spike's balls, and tapped the crop against the annoying bits of plastic covering the vampire's nipples.
Spike grimaced and arched upwards out of reflex to escape the pain. He had nowhere to go and felt completely helpless. Dolmancé grabbed one of the yellow caps attached to Spike's chest and pulled. Spike attempted to follow the lead to prevent the tension from building, but eventually the restraints holding him to the wall halted his movements. He tried riding out the ache as Dolmancé toyed with the cap, pinching and wrenching it from side-to-side, making the pressure even worse until it finally came loose with a pop. Spike groaned in relief, his body going slack, as he stared down at the near-purple, swollen nub. Dolmancé did not give him much of a reprieve as he followed by toying with the cap on the opposite side of the vampire's chest.
After jerking the second cap off Spike's chest, Dolmancé admired the blonde's puffed nipples, rubbing the flared tip of the crop against them and watching as Spike's head tilted back as he moaned loudly. The old man even managed to elicit a yelp from the vampire as he slapped the crop down on the engorged buds. Spike shut his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose as he felt himself harden within the cage around his manhood.
Dolmancé pressed the remote, setting off Spike's shock collar, "Keep your eyes open, Seventeen!"
Spike's eyes remained closed while he screamed, and he shook his head. It was childish, but it was his only defense.
"What's the matter? Would you behave if I bound your little tits in corsets and wrapped your prick in lace?" Dolmancé tossed the riding crop to the floor and walked over to his bed, setting down the remote and picking up a long, tapered white rod. "You think I don't see what you are? You have the wool pulled over the Sow's eyes, making her think that you're a good-natured creature..."
Dolmancé reached behind Spike and took hold of the blunted steel hook that was penetrating him. The old man yanked on the chain connecting the hook to the collar. Spike began to howl out various insults as he was lifted, stretched, and bent forward as the hook was driven deeper into his bowels.
"You don't show your betters the proper respect. You're an animal, and you need to be taught some real obedience," Dolmancé gave Spike's belly a few jabs with the white rod. "I won't have anymore of your defiance or your foul mouth. You are nothing."
There was an ominous click from the rod, and Spike's eyes flew open as a terrible jolt of high voltage singed the skin at the root of his penis. The vampire made a half-hoarse shriek as the rod-shaped tazer was systematically applied all over his body, particularly to his sensitive nipples and welt-covered buttocks. Spike felt a furious rush of tears as Dolmancé shoved the rod through the opening at the cock cage's tip and tazered him. The vampire came hard despite the wire that was biting into his skin and feared that he would black out yet again, worried what fresh hell might arrive when he woke up, but he managed to keep himself lucid. Dolmancé removed the rod from the cage and made a disgusted expression as he noted the semen dripping off its end. The old man gripped the straps securing the gag around Spike's head and held the vampire steady as he inserted the rod into his mouth and wiped the emissions on his tongue.
A small whimpering noise coming from the bathroom caused Spike to turn his head slightly, but Dolmancé's quick hand came down to force his gaze to the floor. He stomped over to the bathroom door and threw it open. Sounds of a scuffle followed, and Dolmancé dragged Framboise out by her wavy reddish-blonde hair. The girl was naked save a small slip barely clinging to her thin hips. For a moment, Spike thought that Dolmancé had decided to torment her as he was him, but as Dolmancé manipulated Framboise's body, slapping at her breasts and face, Spike noticed a small smile playing at the corners of the young woman's mouth.
Spike could hardly believe it, For the love of... Is everyone in this place a pervert? Poire and Citron are probably doing it in the linen closets... That would explain why my sheets always feel pre-slept-in...
Dolmancé grabbed Framboise by the scruff of her neck and pointed her towards Spike, "Is this what I asked for?"
"I- I don't understand..." Framboise stammered as her knees buckled slightly from the pressure on her delicate throat though the gasps she made were hardly ones of agony or fear. "I did what you wanted."
"You were supposed to make sure that the Sow understood the importance of getting a suitable vampire," he hissed in her ear as he continued to tightly twine her hair around his fist.
Framboise's hands clenched over her stomach, "I did! I told her all about the Initiative like you asked! It's not my fault she didn't bring home a better one!"
"And do you see what's wrong with this one?" Dolmancé asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
"I... I..." Framboise's eyes flicked over Spike's body as though searching for the right flaw or feature that would please the older man as an answer.
Dolmancé gave the girl a slap across her face and then grasped fistfuls of hair on either side of her head and forced her to look more closely at the vampire, "He's ugly! Don't you see that, or are you too stupid?"
Framboise began to make unpleasant sobbing noises though no tears spilled from her eyes, "Yes! Yes, please! I see it!"
Spike was not sure if Dolmancé was truly convinced that taunts about his appearance were going to break him, but, if that was the old man's intent, hearing them over and over was having the opposite effect. The vampire had to wonder how vain Dolmancé thought he was. While Dolmancé dealt with Framboise, Spike was taking time to recollect himself, make himself stoic for what was surely to be Round Three. If Dolmancé had some sort of plan to get Charise to spend her money on a vampire pet and then get her out of the way so that he could have his sick pleasure with the unfortunate creature, Spike had to admit that it was working thus far, but in a few days Charise would be home, and he could go back to being with her and her freaky friends where they didn't deliberately try to hurt and humiliate him. Charise had never liked Dolmancé, but she did seem to rely on him to take care of business while she paid closer attention to her own personal pursuits. Spike began to wonder if she would take him with her on business trips if he asked. She appeared to be so upset at having to leave him behind that Spike believed she might.
Of course, perhaps, he was fooling himself; maybe Spike was no more to her than a pet, a toy, a gigolo-confidente. Even though Charise seemed to put more trust in Spike than he in her, the vampire had doubts she would believe him if he told her about what Dolmancé had done, that maybe she would think it was some trick to go about unsupervised. Dolmancé seemed put emphasis on the fact that Spike was no longer virgin territory, and that was what Charise had been looking for while window-shopping for her own vampire. Spike hadn't worried much about it at the time, but what if she was more angry about it than she let on? What if the commandoes allowed her to exchange him for another vampire with less mileage?
"Say it! Say what he is!" Dolmancé ordered, shaking Framboise violently by the hair.
"He's ugly!" Framboise whimpered. "He's not handsome like you!"
Dolmancé licked his lips as if he was slowly mulling over words before roughly shoving her to the floor, "Stay." He walked over to Spike and gripped at his hair, twisting the short peroxided curls as he done with Framboise, "If you want to get fed, you have to obey."
Keeping his expression passive and not wanting to end up half-starved and more helpless than he already was, Spike nodded as his head was tilted back, deciding he could take the punches as they were pulled. Using his free hand, Dolmancé adjusted the levers on the side of Spike's gag, forcing his mouth open wider. It didn't take much for Spike to realize what he intended. After undoing the fly on his trousers, Dolmancé pulled out his cock and began stroking it to hardness. Locking both his hands behind Spike's head, Dolmancé pressed his member into the vampire's mouth, forcing it all the way to the back of his throat. Spike started to gag, unable to use his tongue to dislodge the thick cockhead from blocking his airway. Though there was no danger of being suffocated, Spike hated the feeling of not being able to breathe.
"Swallow," Dolmancé demanded.
With his nose pressed into the dark nest of curls around the base of Dolmancé's cock, Spike only managed a wet choking noise in reply. The sound of it sickened him as he recalled hearing similar utterances behind doors, in alleyways, and in the darknesses of coaches as Angelus teased the last bit of enjoyment out of a meal. Spike began trying to swallow as best he could as Dolmancé thrust into his mouth and pre-cum oozed down the back of his throat, which was maddening without the use of his tongue. He didn't want to give the old man an excuse to break his jaw or knock out his teeth to reach his aim as Angelus tended to do. Eventually, the old man got enough friction to climax. Spike started coughing as semen shot hot and thick into his mouth, but Dolmancé held onto his head, unwilling to let go until the vampire had drank most of the emissions.
"What did the Sow tell you about me, hm? Anything at all?" Dolmancé smirked as he clicked his fingers by his side, "Before I got into publishing and even after, I have always been a military man. I saw a lot of strange things while doing missions with my Battalion."
Framboise crawled to sit next to Dolmancé's feet, one hand over her stomach. She kept her eyes downcast.
"When I was in Vietnam, the boys and I came across a few vampires holed up in a village," Dolmancé continued with a rather wistful expression, "We kept some of them for several weeks as a distraction. It was only later that we learned that the military had been experimenting with them for combat. Undead animals are just cheaper than real guinea pigs."
Dolmancé snapped his fingers again and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of Spike. Framboise sat up on her haunches and hiked up her slip. A trickle of urine ran from between her legs and pooled around Spike's knees and feet. It was only a moment later when Spike realized that the girl wasn't just urinating. When she finished, Framboise slowly backed away from the mess on the floor. The sight and smell of it were equally offensive.
"Something we learned after having vampires around for days is that blood best sustains them," Dolmancé spoke as he gave the chains around Spike's wrists and attached to his collar more slack. "That sounds intuitive, but we started to get creative... Did you know that, even without blood, vampires can survive off of other biological substances?"
Spike head snapped up to glare at Dolmancé. He might have been forced to drink the human's seed, but there was no way that he was going to be made to imbibe literal filth. Dolmancé planted a hand on the back of Spike's head and bent the vampire forward towards the floor. Spike resisted, turning his face towards his inner arm to shield his mouth. He began thrashing his body, but Dolmancé wrapped his arm around Spike's neck in a headlock to immobilize him.
"If you don't want to eat on your own, you'll have to be fed," Dolmancé said, mockingly, "but you don't mind, do you?"
Dolmancé ordered Framboise to return to kneeling at Spike's feet. At the older man's command, she picked up some of the mess from the floor and then forced it into Spike's mouth, using her fingers to push it down the vampire's throat. Though Spike tried to turn his head away, tried to cough and prevent the vile stuff from going down, Dolmancé's strong arms kept him still, and Framboise's fingers kept going deeper until he swallowed. Spike felt his stomach lurch, but Dolmancé warned that if he vomited, he would have to lick that up too.
Spike began silently begging that Charise would come back, mentally promising that he would not try to run away if she would return early to stop Dolmancé from continuing his assaults. Spike had no idea if a day had passed or merely a few hours, but he didn't want to endure anymore. His body could take the pain for a week, but that didn't stop the vampire from wishing it to be over, to be left on his own to recover fully. He started thinking of Pomme and Pêche and how he would welcome back their ridiculous coddling. He even reminisced more favorably about Charise's friends with their gifts and their petting. Charise and her friends might have done things to him that he did not like, but they always cared about his pleasure and comfort. If he appeared upset, they tried to make it better. They cared about him.
Sometime while the girl was still shoveling her shit down his esophagus, Spike had started to openly cry. It wasn't a conscious effort nor a plea for sympathy, but the vampire did not try to hold the tears back. Just when Spike felt that he had been brought to his lowest point, the world decided to deal him yet another blow. He felt horrible and was sure he looked worse. When Dolmancé put his exposed cock to Spike's lips and began to piss, the vampire did not fight back, drinking the warm liquid just so that both humans might leave him alone. Unaware of his own actions, Spike began to sob out unintelligible words with a single one being recognizable.
"Caro..."
"Aww, the piglet is crying for Mommy Sow, but we both know she wouldn't want you if she knew what a little whore you are," Dolmancé laughed as he released his hold on Spike's neck and tightened his chains again. He turned to Framboise and said, "Get him cleaned up."
Spike watched through a blurry haze as Dolmancé went into the bathroom and returned in a change of clothes. He was buttoning the cufflinks on his dress shirt while Framboise darted into the washroom to wash her hands as well as to fetch a small bowl and a few washcloths and towels. First, the girl began cleaning the floor and, once that was finished, began mopping up the cuts on Spike's legs.
"What about the...?" Framboise gestured towards the cage around Spike's penis, which was still coated in his spendings.
"Leave it. He needs to be reminded that he's enjoyed every minute of hospitality I've given him," Dolmancé said as he picked up his jacket from the desk chair and left the chamber.
Once Dolmancé was out of the room, Framboise dipped her head down and licked around one of Spike's swollen nipples, biting it hard. Spike winced, wishing his body would just go completely numb. She ran her small hands over his body, digging her nails into any catches of skin she found. The vampire began to wonder if this was what he was meant for, to be used by everyone around him. He did not move as he was washed, but even the washcloths were rough on his battered skin. He hoped that Framboise would remove the blunted hook wedged in his rectum, but she only swiped the cloth around it. Spike feared that he would heal around the steel, and it would hurt tremendously if it wasn't removed soon.
Framboise went back and forth from Spike to the bathroom to refill the bowl. She bought clean water up to Spike's open mouth and then allowed him to tip his head forward to let it drain back out into a towel. When she finished, Spike tried to look at her imploringly, hoping to evoke some empathy from her, but she only rubbed her hand over his hair and left to shower.
Spike stared around the now empty room before closing his eyes. His chest was still heaving, and his stomach felt knotted. He repeated to himself that it was just for a week. When Charise returned, he could pretend that none of this ever happened and find a way to stay with her on her business trips, if he made it that long without getting staked.
To be continued...
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fenderlovePairing: Spike/OCs
Rating: NC-17/NOT WORKSAFE (especially not this chapter) for pet!Spike, rape, non-con, dub-con, BDSM, torture, whippings, electric shocks, coprophagia, urophagia.
Summary: With his "owner" out of town, Spike is at the mercy of another. Controlled by collar and by chip, how will the vampire cope with yet another drastic change in his treatment?
Versailles Undone
Chapter Seven: Dolmancé's Chamber.
Waking up after being knocked unconscious was never easy. The mind was quick to jump to panic, and Spike had to force himself to remain as still as possible as he stirred and tried not to thrash around. Breathing heavily to quiet the rage that boiled up in his throat, Spike began to assess his situation, doing a mental checklist for any sign of injury or damage. A blindfold prevented Spike from seeing where he was, though there was a heavy odor of lacquered wood in the air, overpowering any other scents. He pushed at the ball-gag in his mouth with his tongue but could not dislodge it. Nothing, however, covered his ears, so he listened carefully for anyone nearby. When Spike heard no one, he decided to gain a better understanding of his surroundings. He was on his knees with his arms bound behind his back, thick straps coiled around his biceps, elbows, and wrists. His hands were encased tightly in leather, preventing him from unclenching his fists or moving them apart. Spike's upper body was bowed forward, his forehead barely touching the surface below him. The humiliating realization that Spike's legs were spread open and his ass was in the air hit him suddenly, and he tried to bring his legs closer together but found that spreader bars were holding his knees and ankles in place. The various bonds seemed to be attached to the surface below him, preventing him from moving out of the position in which he had been placed.
Spike attempted to tip his head in any direction, but found he was immobilized from the shoulders up. As he focused his attention to whatever was acting as a restraining mantle on his upper body, he felt the weight of the heavy material that ran from his collarbone up his neck, cupping his chin and jaw and encircling the back of his head. There was particular pressure just beneath his chin. Moving his ankles slightly, Spike could tell that manacles had anchored him to the surface he was on. He leaned as much as he could to the left, feeling a solid wall against his shoulder. Repeating the same motion to the right, Spike felt yet another wall. He arched his back upwards and soon met another surface against the swell of his buttocks. Unable to rock forward or back, Spike could only hazard a guess that he was in a box of some sort.
This was not Spike's first time in the "get knocked out and confined" rodeo. Too many times he had experienced similar situations, including just a few months prior which resulted in unexpected brain surgery. How long had it been? Spike calculated that he had been with Charise for nearly a month and a half and at least three months before being imprisoned in the Frankenstein labs. For once, Spike was sure of who had trussed him up, for what little comfort the knowledge offered. Swearing behind his gag, the vampire began to remember all the ways he was going to kill Dolmancé. He had already amassed quite a list of possibilities that would be unlikely to cause the chip to spark inside his head. "Accidentally" tripping the old man down the marble stairs and watching every bone in his body snap seemed like the most satisfying option.
The creaking of a door alerted Spike that someone was approaching. The noise was earsplitting, making Spike realize that he had not totally recovered from the trauma of being nearly electrocuted. The footsteps grew closer, and it was obvious to Spike that he was positioned near the floor. He recognized the heavy, imposing footfalls as those of Dolmancé. He could feel and hear the squeaking of wheels as whatever was containing him was being pushed slowly. The sound of clanking metal above him was soon followed by cool air rushing over him on all sides. Spike couldn't help but tense as he waited; his eyes were darting back and forth beneath his blindfold out of reflex.
Spike steeled himself for whatever the old man had planned. He tried to build up the defenses he had developed while undergoing the experiments at the commando lab, but it was hard to recreate walls that took months to cultivate and had already been completely broken down. Spike blamed himself for so easily giving over to the comforts Charise offered. A calloused hand rested on Spike's lower back next to his bound wrists. It took a lot of will to resist bucking away from the touch.
"These are not the same affable conditions you've grown accustomed to, are they?" Dolmancé asked in a taunting tone as he slid his hand roughly over Spike's backside and down one thigh. "How does it feel to be dripping in diamonds and furs while all the people you've killed rot in the ground?"
Spike attempted to turn his head towards the sound of Dolmancé's voice but was unable and settled for making a show of trying to force the gag out of his mouth as a point of protest. The roaming hand delved between Spike's open legs, which was precisely when Spike realized that something metal was covering his penis and his scrotum felt unusually heavy. It seemed like the type of sensation that the vampire would have readily noticed, but contrary to popular belief not all men are primarily focused on their genitals especially not when they are bound and gagged in unknown territory.
Without any further admonitions of Spike's vampiric nature, Dolmancé stepped away from the prone figure. Spike stilled himself and listened, trying to ascertain what the old man was doing. A chair was scooted across the floor, and Dolmancé sat down with a sigh. A metal object was moved, and the wafting smell of fresh roasted chicken filled the air. A cloth was rustled, and cutlery began plinking against a plate. A cork was popped, apparently by Dolmancé's teeth as the object was quickly spat at Spike, striking the vampire between his shoulder blades. Spike's mouth began to water at the heady aroma of red wine, saliva seeping around the gag and running down his chin.
"I certainly hope the Sow didn't have to shave your ass to get it that smooth. I don't have time to waste on your grooming," Dolmancé spoke as he sipped the wine, and then he sighed heavily, "You know, I had hoped that idiot of a girl would at least bring home an attractive vampire, but she could not even manage that... Gaunt, ugly little thing. Everything's either too big or too small, and not in the assemblage that one would want them."
Spike felt heat rise into his face. It was not as though insults about his appearance shocked him coming from Dolmancé, but without being able to offer witty retorts in retaliation, the sting of each barb struck him a little harder than he would have admitted.
"Of course, the Sow must not have been able to sense what a slut you are. She claimed she wanted an innocent, but what did she drag home instead? An old whore with a virgin's ass... and even that's been used. You're disgusting. I can't even stand to look at you," Dolmancé made a guttural noise to express his displeasure and planted the sole of his shoe on the side of Spike's face just over his ear and kicked hard enough for the open container to rotate 180 degrees so that he was now facing the vampire's upturned backside.
Gritting his teeth around the ball gag, Spike could not even recoil as his head received the blow. He had been entertaining thoughts that perhaps Dolmancé had only wanted to hurt him for his own sadistic reasons, but it had been clear what the old man had wanted from the start though Spike had wished to be wrong. Dolmancé had returned to his meal while Spike thought over what he knew was coming and began resigning himself to it, but he wasn't going to give in so easily. Struggling would be completely futile and would expend a lot of his energy as would trying to reign in reactions to any pain he might suffer, but he was going to show that he wasn't some submissive puppy. Trying to be tactical about his situation took Spike's mind off his own fear. What was Dolmancé's game? Certainly he would have assumed that the moment Charise returned from her business trip Spike would tell all that transpired to her as she obviously had intended to have him in Pomme and Pêche's care while she was away, not trussed up by her major-domo. Dread pooled in the pit of Spike's stomach as he realized that Dolmancé might not have any intentions of giving Spike the opportunity to tattle.
Dolmancé stood up from his chair and walked over to stand beside Spike's bowed body. Spike felt the old man's cold eyes glaring him down, giving him the same uncomfortable sensation he had always felt in Dolmancé's presence since he had arrived in Charise's home, the feeling of being judged and deemed unworthy in someone else's estimate.
The old man moved behind him and crouched down, asking, though he did not expect a response, "Tell me, Seventeen, do you like having your ass stuffed full?"
Spike's jaw ticked at the reminder of his commando-given number as well as what Dolmancé was implying, but he did not move.
"How far can you stretch open? They say that vampires always heal back to the way their bodies were at the point of death," Dolmance's fingers were coated in grease from his meal as they rubbed between Spike's buttocks.
Spike tried to jerk his body away from the probing fingers, but was halted from doing more than leaning slightly from one side to the other by his bindings. He growled around the ball gag as his teeth bit into the latex as the old man's greasy fingers began to breach his hole.
"There's the little jewel I was searching for... You're so tight," Dolmancé sounded surprised, "I didn't think... The Sow and her degenerate sycophants like to fuck you with their fingers and toys, but could you really be a sweet virgin?
After pushing his middle finger down to the first knuckle inside of Spike's clenching pucker, Dolmancé made a satisfied groan. While Spike was trying to twist and bend his body in any way to prevent the unwelcome intrusion, Dolmancé brought his free hand down on the vampire's left flank, digging his nails into soft flesh as the slap connected. The old codger was either very strong, or Spike was growing weak from being in captivity. Momentarily the touches stopped, and Spike breathed heavily through his nose as he continued to attempt to break any of his appendages free from their bonds. Each labored breath blew back into his own face as his nose was only an inch or so from the surface to which he was latched.
"Such an eager demon," Dolmancé began to rummage through something, setting objects on the floor next to Spike, "but you haven't earned your fucking yet."
Spike heard the swish of a riding crop long before Dolmancé brought it down on his naked backside. The pain bloomed out in a line of fire across Spike's ass. After three more stripes, Spike's thighs were trembling from the expert application of the crop. There was no warm-up of making the skin first blush, then bruise, and finally break. No, each strike Dolmancé leveled intentionally split the skin. The frustration of not being able to dodge the crop, unable shield himself and left exposed built up until Spike was mouthing curses around the ball gag, nearly choking as saliva pooled under his tongue.
While his brain was screaming out at the pain, Spike struggled to keep his body in check. He wasn't sure if it was because he lived his fledgling years under Angelus and Drusilla's tutelage or if it was part of the vampire package, but co-opting injury into a pleasurable sensation was both a survival tactic and an annoying inconvenience. Muffled by the gag, Spike groaned loudly as his penis began to stir in its metal prison. A thick wire of some kind was wrapped around the root of his shaft and over the foreskin just beneath his cockhead. The wire along with the curvature of the cage caused Spike's penis to begin to throb as it was prevented from becoming fully erect. The tangible scent of his own blood maddened him, making the uncomfortable sensations pulsating in his loins all the worse. It was in this state of involuntary arousal that it occurred to Spike that the weight he felt around his scrotum was a leather splitter. He never imagined that the cold, reserved business manager was a leather freak dom, though perhaps it had been painfully obvious.
It's always the quiet, controlling ones, Spike thought as Dolmancé rubbed the flared tip of the crop against the vampire's abraded flesh, smearing the streaks of blood around and irritating the deep cuts.
Dolmancé bent down and picked up another item from the floor. He gave a half-hearted swing of a flogger against the side of Spike's face, the knotted ends of the braided tails catching the vampire across his cheek, nostril, and the corner of his mouth. Even though there was no force behind the swing, it was still incredibly painful. Spike was instantly grateful that the mantle kept the majority of his face downward and that the blindfold protected his eye. The old man applied the flogger with more intensity than he had with the crop, criss-crossing each downward blow over his exposed back and arms, watching the vampire's muscles twitch. He walked around Spike's body, marking him with long, ragged stripes.
Dolmancé chuckled, "Look at the mess you're making, dribbling all over yourself. It's what you've been craving, isn't it?"
Spike roared behind his gag as the flogger was viciously whipped between his legs, delivering individual blows to his balls, thighs, and ass. The flogger continually rained down on his already abused backside, sending splatters of blood in every direction. Eventually Dolmancé seemed to either tire or grow bored, and he moved further away. He opened a drawer, and Spike heard the rattling of a pill bottle followed by the old man taking a few gulps of liquid. When Dolmancé returned to Spike's side and once again assumed a crouching position, he ran a hand possessively over Spike's belly and then his chest. Something cold and plasticky was placed over one of Spike's nipples. There was a pinch followed by pressure. It felt as though his nipple was being sucked deeper and deeper into whatever had been attached to him. Dolmancé repeated the action with the opposite nipple.
"Want those tits to be nice and excited," Dolmancé said more or less to himself as he slapped Spike's face.
Spike's fearful anticipation peaked when he heard Dolmancé draw down his zipper. The scent of the human's arousal was nauseating. Dolmancé unlatched one of the fasteners adhered to the mantle and grabbed at the screw keeping Spike's face level. It allowed the old man to turn Spike's head and upper body slightly to the right as he dragged the wet crown of his penis over Spike's stretched lips around the ball gag.
"I hate to talk shop at a time like this, but I should let you know that the Board has finally recognized the Sow as a capable business woman instead of thinking that she's merely had a run of good luck. Some of them even think her to be more brilliant than her grandmother. With their mark of approval, she'll have to be even more directly involved in day-to-day affairs, which means that you and I will be spending a lot of time together without her interference," Dolmancé said as he re-locked Spike's bonds. "Now, you may be thinking that she won't have much need of me when she starts having more individual control, if you're capable of having complex thought. However, she will need me because she has no confidence and will still need someone to act as intermediary and to run the household while she's away... as much as she might complain about me being around."
Dolmancé stood and went back behind Spike. He thumped his thick cock against one cheek. Spike attempted to squirm away and clenched when Dolmancé took hold of his buttocks, spreading him open with his thumbs, but it did no good. With no preparation, Dolmancé pressed the tip of his penis into Spike's hole, forcing passed any resistance the vampire could physically offer in his position. The width of the organ tore Spike internally, and his whole body ached at the intrusion. Spike had to remind himself that he shouldn't waste his energy uselessly fighting back. In his time with Angelus, the blonde had learned that it was best to give in and take it, hoping that the next time the bastard got the urge that he would be gentler about it, and sometimes Angelus could be kinder, even tender. Spike feared that Dolmancé would never have that reaction no matter what he did, so Spike tried to make things better for himself, bearing down on the old man's member to ease its passage.
Dolmancé grunted as he pressed himself to the hilt in Spike's battered body, "Filthy slut. You may be tight, but you're no virgin. Did you take cock while you were alive or after you became an animal?"
With his vision obscured, Spike had nothing to use as a focal point to take his mind off the hurt and the violation, so he was left with the sounds and feel of Dolmancé's flesh slapping against him, the cruel jeers and taunts, and the smell of his own blood. Despite wanting to maintain his composure, Spike began trying to jerk his legs, causing the manacles and bars holding him to rattle. Spike's fingernails were digging into the palms of his bound fists hard enough to break the skin while his muscles stood out, strained, against the leather straps. The struggle apparently pleased Dolmancé, who became more vocal with each brutal thrust.
Dolmancé stilled for only a second to lean further over Spike's body, grabbed something from the pile on the floor, and then continued to slam himself into the unwilling vampire beneath him. An increasingly familiar jolt of electricity ricocheted through Spike, and a scream tore from his throat, frustratingly halted by the gag. His vampire brow and fangs appeared as an instinctive, self-preserving reaction. Spike attempted to shake his head when his sharp canines became embedded in the latex ball causing his body to buck. Dolmancé growled in lust as Spike's internal walls clenched down on his cock from the shock of the collar. The old man pressed the remote once more, and Spike spasmed and cried out, his ankles shaking against their fetters. Dolmancé seemed to feed off his distress, continuing to use the remote to inflict more pain until he ejaculated into Spike's bowels.
Just as Dolmancé, ready for Round Two, pulled out and slammed back inside the vampire's entrance in one punishing stroke, Spike was on the verge of blacking out as the shock collar was set off again and again. One of Dolmancé's hands remained on Spike's hip, bruising his skin. A few tears slipped from underneath Spike's blindfold; they were mostly from the physical pain, but they were also caused by shame at having allowed himself to be in this position. He kept mentally repeating to himself that he was not weak, that this would not kill him, the same things that he told himself while he was trapped inside the commando lab, but it didn't stop the awful feeling of being powerless from creeping inside.
"And since we're going to be spending so much time together from now on, you should know..." Dolmancé spoke in panting bursts as he came once more, this time onto Spike's bleeding backside. Using his finger to mix some of his semen with the vampire's blood in macabre swirls, the old man smirked, "if you act appropriately, you'll get daily feedings. If you cause any trouble, well, the Sow would understand if I had to stake you for trying to bite me." The word "stake" was emphasized by Dolmancé jabbing two fingers into Spike's stretched hole.
Spike made a noise that was suspiciously like a whimper as his body went limp in defeat. His throat was raw from screaming, and he felt disgusting, covered in his own drool, blood, and the old man's come. He just wanted to jump into a boiling shower and scour his skin with a Brillo pad.
"This will be our secret," Dolmancé said, roughly patting Spike's flank, using the same condescending tone he always bore. "And who would believe you if you tattled? Wouldn't want you sent back to the Initiative for being a tarty little seducer, would we?"
The Initiative? Spike's eyes were drooping behind his blindfold as he sank deeper and deeper away from the pain, but that word became etched in his mind. The commandoes who took him had a name, an official-sounding name. For some reason, it made Spike fear them all the more, imagining financial backers, government go-aheads, and unlimited resources. There was a squeaking of bedsprings as Dolmancé sat down while wave after wave of electricity continued to shoot through Spike's body. He was twitching, and his body attempted to contort despite its bonds. Dolmancé let out a bark of laughter whenever one of these movements was particularly amusing to him.
She wouldn't send me back, Spike told himself as he drifted away into restless unconsciousness. She likes me... She wouldn't...
*****
When Spike woke again, he found he wasn't able to control himself as he had the first time. He tried to move every part of his body at once, letting out a strangled, gurgling shout as he realized he was able to see. The blindfold had been removed entirely, but the latex gag had been replaced by a metal one that kept his mouth open and available, his tongue held flat and his teeth prevented from biting down. The vampire was on his knees, the tops of his bare feet pressed to the floor. His arms remained bound, but were lifted above his head and secured to the wall behind him with manacles. Something cold and metallic was penetrating him, curving up between his buttocks and up his back to the shock collar, keeping his back arched and his hips rocked slightly forward. The mantle had been removed from his neck and shoulders, and he was able to move his head around, getting a better look at his surroundings and himself.
Glancing downwards, Spike saw that his body was covered in welts and bruises. It seemed that Dolmancé had continued to enjoy himself while Spike had been unconscious. Saliva was still dripping slowly down his chin and onto his chest. Obscenely bright yellow caps encased the vampire's nipples, which were dully throbbing. His cock hung limply inside of the tight, metal sheath; a crust of dried pre-cum coated the opening at the tip of the cage. Blood stained his pale inner thighs, and while it should have been horrifying, it only served to remind Spike that he was growing hungry. After being extremely well-fed for weeks, going without blood for a few hours became very noticeable to the vampire, the gnaw in his gut feeling more evident than when he had been starved by the commandoes.
Spike reminded himself, the Initiative.
Spike gathered a little strength, rolled his shoulders, and attempted to get to his feet. Even though it caused excruciating pain to his wrists, he tried to pull himself upwards, letting the whole of his body weight hang from those slender bones, but it turned out to be wasted effort. Just as he got his knees slightly raised from the floor, Spike felt the tug of fetters around his ankles and feet, keeping him shackled flat to the floor. Parts of his body seemed numb, which Spike counted as a blessing. He leaned forward as much as he could, hoping to free his arms, but there too was met with resistance as he found that a chain had been attached from the wall to his shock collar.
The old codger is thorough, I'll give him that, Spike thought as he searched around the room for any sign of Dolmancé.
The bedchamber was of the same design as many of the other rooms in Charise's mansion- high paneled walls, marble floors, but this room differed in that it had no windows. The walls were painted a rich burgundy, and the marble tiles were cream streaked with rust reds and browns. The furniture Spike could see was not in the same Rococo vein as the rest of the house; it was all modern, clean lines with no frills or fuss. Everything was built for efficiency without any trinkets or baubles to clutter the room. A platform bed was a few feet away. It was dark wood with a black matte finish like the sparse desk, chairs, cabinet, and lamp in the room. Spike couldn't help but notice the large rollable box in the center of the room and figured that that was the crate he had been held in before Dolmancé decided to have a go. The sheets on the bed, too, were black, and Spike felt that it was terribly cliche of him.
Dolmancé entered the bedroom from a small washroom to Spike's left. He was dressed in the same simple black turtleneck and trousers he had been wearing when he had fetched Spike from his own apartments. Spike wondered how long it had been between then and now. The vampire glared at him, his blue eyes slightly red-tinged.
"Those who require someone else's good graces to be fed would do well to look a bit happier to see their benefactor," Dolmancé frowned, making the smoking lines around his mouth appear deeper-set.
Spike continued to stare him down, a growl bubbling up in his throat and, though extremely muffled, managed to say, "Fuck off."
Dolmancé walked to his bed and picked up the riding crop and the remote to the vampire's shock collar, "Come again? I didn't hear you."
Squaring his shoulders and knowing full well that trying to talk only caused more drool to spill out of his mouth, Spike repeated, "Fuck off."
The crop was brought down on the soft curve of Spike's lower abdomen. Spike tried to laugh off the pain, sneering around the metal gag, inviting the old man to do worse. Dolmancé struck Spike through the metal cock cage, causing the wire within the cage to bite into the flesh of his penis. As Spike drew his legs together, Dolmancé began whipping the crop across Spike's inner thighs.
"Open them!" Dolmancé ordered angrily as he continued to strike Spike until the vampire had unwillingly spread his knees again on the hard marble floor, leaving his bound cock vulnerable to further attack. "Is it funny now? Can you laugh about this?" he shouted as he planted his foot on Spike's scrotum still encased in a separator and began to step down.
Spike let out a yell as he tried to twist away, fearing that one of his testicles might literally be crushed.
"That's not very amusing, is it?" Dolmancé smirked, releasing Spike's balls, and tapped the crop against the annoying bits of plastic covering the vampire's nipples.
Spike grimaced and arched upwards out of reflex to escape the pain. He had nowhere to go and felt completely helpless. Dolmancé grabbed one of the yellow caps attached to Spike's chest and pulled. Spike attempted to follow the lead to prevent the tension from building, but eventually the restraints holding him to the wall halted his movements. He tried riding out the ache as Dolmancé toyed with the cap, pinching and wrenching it from side-to-side, making the pressure even worse until it finally came loose with a pop. Spike groaned in relief, his body going slack, as he stared down at the near-purple, swollen nub. Dolmancé did not give him much of a reprieve as he followed by toying with the cap on the opposite side of the vampire's chest.
After jerking the second cap off Spike's chest, Dolmancé admired the blonde's puffed nipples, rubbing the flared tip of the crop against them and watching as Spike's head tilted back as he moaned loudly. The old man even managed to elicit a yelp from the vampire as he slapped the crop down on the engorged buds. Spike shut his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose as he felt himself harden within the cage around his manhood.
Dolmancé pressed the remote, setting off Spike's shock collar, "Keep your eyes open, Seventeen!"
Spike's eyes remained closed while he screamed, and he shook his head. It was childish, but it was his only defense.
"What's the matter? Would you behave if I bound your little tits in corsets and wrapped your prick in lace?" Dolmancé tossed the riding crop to the floor and walked over to his bed, setting down the remote and picking up a long, tapered white rod. "You think I don't see what you are? You have the wool pulled over the Sow's eyes, making her think that you're a good-natured creature..."
Dolmancé reached behind Spike and took hold of the blunted steel hook that was penetrating him. The old man yanked on the chain connecting the hook to the collar. Spike began to howl out various insults as he was lifted, stretched, and bent forward as the hook was driven deeper into his bowels.
"You don't show your betters the proper respect. You're an animal, and you need to be taught some real obedience," Dolmancé gave Spike's belly a few jabs with the white rod. "I won't have anymore of your defiance or your foul mouth. You are nothing."
There was an ominous click from the rod, and Spike's eyes flew open as a terrible jolt of high voltage singed the skin at the root of his penis. The vampire made a half-hoarse shriek as the rod-shaped tazer was systematically applied all over his body, particularly to his sensitive nipples and welt-covered buttocks. Spike felt a furious rush of tears as Dolmancé shoved the rod through the opening at the cock cage's tip and tazered him. The vampire came hard despite the wire that was biting into his skin and feared that he would black out yet again, worried what fresh hell might arrive when he woke up, but he managed to keep himself lucid. Dolmancé removed the rod from the cage and made a disgusted expression as he noted the semen dripping off its end. The old man gripped the straps securing the gag around Spike's head and held the vampire steady as he inserted the rod into his mouth and wiped the emissions on his tongue.
A small whimpering noise coming from the bathroom caused Spike to turn his head slightly, but Dolmancé's quick hand came down to force his gaze to the floor. He stomped over to the bathroom door and threw it open. Sounds of a scuffle followed, and Dolmancé dragged Framboise out by her wavy reddish-blonde hair. The girl was naked save a small slip barely clinging to her thin hips. For a moment, Spike thought that Dolmancé had decided to torment her as he was him, but as Dolmancé manipulated Framboise's body, slapping at her breasts and face, Spike noticed a small smile playing at the corners of the young woman's mouth.
Spike could hardly believe it, For the love of... Is everyone in this place a pervert? Poire and Citron are probably doing it in the linen closets... That would explain why my sheets always feel pre-slept-in...
Dolmancé grabbed Framboise by the scruff of her neck and pointed her towards Spike, "Is this what I asked for?"
"I- I don't understand..." Framboise stammered as her knees buckled slightly from the pressure on her delicate throat though the gasps she made were hardly ones of agony or fear. "I did what you wanted."
"You were supposed to make sure that the Sow understood the importance of getting a suitable vampire," he hissed in her ear as he continued to tightly twine her hair around his fist.
Framboise's hands clenched over her stomach, "I did! I told her all about the Initiative like you asked! It's not my fault she didn't bring home a better one!"
"And do you see what's wrong with this one?" Dolmancé asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
"I... I..." Framboise's eyes flicked over Spike's body as though searching for the right flaw or feature that would please the older man as an answer.
Dolmancé gave the girl a slap across her face and then grasped fistfuls of hair on either side of her head and forced her to look more closely at the vampire, "He's ugly! Don't you see that, or are you too stupid?"
Framboise began to make unpleasant sobbing noises though no tears spilled from her eyes, "Yes! Yes, please! I see it!"
Spike was not sure if Dolmancé was truly convinced that taunts about his appearance were going to break him, but, if that was the old man's intent, hearing them over and over was having the opposite effect. The vampire had to wonder how vain Dolmancé thought he was. While Dolmancé dealt with Framboise, Spike was taking time to recollect himself, make himself stoic for what was surely to be Round Three. If Dolmancé had some sort of plan to get Charise to spend her money on a vampire pet and then get her out of the way so that he could have his sick pleasure with the unfortunate creature, Spike had to admit that it was working thus far, but in a few days Charise would be home, and he could go back to being with her and her freaky friends where they didn't deliberately try to hurt and humiliate him. Charise had never liked Dolmancé, but she did seem to rely on him to take care of business while she paid closer attention to her own personal pursuits. Spike began to wonder if she would take him with her on business trips if he asked. She appeared to be so upset at having to leave him behind that Spike believed she might.
Of course, perhaps, he was fooling himself; maybe Spike was no more to her than a pet, a toy, a gigolo-confidente. Even though Charise seemed to put more trust in Spike than he in her, the vampire had doubts she would believe him if he told her about what Dolmancé had done, that maybe she would think it was some trick to go about unsupervised. Dolmancé seemed put emphasis on the fact that Spike was no longer virgin territory, and that was what Charise had been looking for while window-shopping for her own vampire. Spike hadn't worried much about it at the time, but what if she was more angry about it than she let on? What if the commandoes allowed her to exchange him for another vampire with less mileage?
"Say it! Say what he is!" Dolmancé ordered, shaking Framboise violently by the hair.
"He's ugly!" Framboise whimpered. "He's not handsome like you!"
Dolmancé licked his lips as if he was slowly mulling over words before roughly shoving her to the floor, "Stay." He walked over to Spike and gripped at his hair, twisting the short peroxided curls as he done with Framboise, "If you want to get fed, you have to obey."
Keeping his expression passive and not wanting to end up half-starved and more helpless than he already was, Spike nodded as his head was tilted back, deciding he could take the punches as they were pulled. Using his free hand, Dolmancé adjusted the levers on the side of Spike's gag, forcing his mouth open wider. It didn't take much for Spike to realize what he intended. After undoing the fly on his trousers, Dolmancé pulled out his cock and began stroking it to hardness. Locking both his hands behind Spike's head, Dolmancé pressed his member into the vampire's mouth, forcing it all the way to the back of his throat. Spike started to gag, unable to use his tongue to dislodge the thick cockhead from blocking his airway. Though there was no danger of being suffocated, Spike hated the feeling of not being able to breathe.
"Swallow," Dolmancé demanded.
With his nose pressed into the dark nest of curls around the base of Dolmancé's cock, Spike only managed a wet choking noise in reply. The sound of it sickened him as he recalled hearing similar utterances behind doors, in alleyways, and in the darknesses of coaches as Angelus teased the last bit of enjoyment out of a meal. Spike began trying to swallow as best he could as Dolmancé thrust into his mouth and pre-cum oozed down the back of his throat, which was maddening without the use of his tongue. He didn't want to give the old man an excuse to break his jaw or knock out his teeth to reach his aim as Angelus tended to do. Eventually, the old man got enough friction to climax. Spike started coughing as semen shot hot and thick into his mouth, but Dolmancé held onto his head, unwilling to let go until the vampire had drank most of the emissions.
"What did the Sow tell you about me, hm? Anything at all?" Dolmancé smirked as he clicked his fingers by his side, "Before I got into publishing and even after, I have always been a military man. I saw a lot of strange things while doing missions with my Battalion."
Framboise crawled to sit next to Dolmancé's feet, one hand over her stomach. She kept her eyes downcast.
"When I was in Vietnam, the boys and I came across a few vampires holed up in a village," Dolmancé continued with a rather wistful expression, "We kept some of them for several weeks as a distraction. It was only later that we learned that the military had been experimenting with them for combat. Undead animals are just cheaper than real guinea pigs."
Dolmancé snapped his fingers again and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of Spike. Framboise sat up on her haunches and hiked up her slip. A trickle of urine ran from between her legs and pooled around Spike's knees and feet. It was only a moment later when Spike realized that the girl wasn't just urinating. When she finished, Framboise slowly backed away from the mess on the floor. The sight and smell of it were equally offensive.
"Something we learned after having vampires around for days is that blood best sustains them," Dolmancé spoke as he gave the chains around Spike's wrists and attached to his collar more slack. "That sounds intuitive, but we started to get creative... Did you know that, even without blood, vampires can survive off of other biological substances?"
Spike head snapped up to glare at Dolmancé. He might have been forced to drink the human's seed, but there was no way that he was going to be made to imbibe literal filth. Dolmancé planted a hand on the back of Spike's head and bent the vampire forward towards the floor. Spike resisted, turning his face towards his inner arm to shield his mouth. He began thrashing his body, but Dolmancé wrapped his arm around Spike's neck in a headlock to immobilize him.
"If you don't want to eat on your own, you'll have to be fed," Dolmancé said, mockingly, "but you don't mind, do you?"
Dolmancé ordered Framboise to return to kneeling at Spike's feet. At the older man's command, she picked up some of the mess from the floor and then forced it into Spike's mouth, using her fingers to push it down the vampire's throat. Though Spike tried to turn his head away, tried to cough and prevent the vile stuff from going down, Dolmancé's strong arms kept him still, and Framboise's fingers kept going deeper until he swallowed. Spike felt his stomach lurch, but Dolmancé warned that if he vomited, he would have to lick that up too.
Spike began silently begging that Charise would come back, mentally promising that he would not try to run away if she would return early to stop Dolmancé from continuing his assaults. Spike had no idea if a day had passed or merely a few hours, but he didn't want to endure anymore. His body could take the pain for a week, but that didn't stop the vampire from wishing it to be over, to be left on his own to recover fully. He started thinking of Pomme and Pêche and how he would welcome back their ridiculous coddling. He even reminisced more favorably about Charise's friends with their gifts and their petting. Charise and her friends might have done things to him that he did not like, but they always cared about his pleasure and comfort. If he appeared upset, they tried to make it better. They cared about him.
Sometime while the girl was still shoveling her shit down his esophagus, Spike had started to openly cry. It wasn't a conscious effort nor a plea for sympathy, but the vampire did not try to hold the tears back. Just when Spike felt that he had been brought to his lowest point, the world decided to deal him yet another blow. He felt horrible and was sure he looked worse. When Dolmancé put his exposed cock to Spike's lips and began to piss, the vampire did not fight back, drinking the warm liquid just so that both humans might leave him alone. Unaware of his own actions, Spike began to sob out unintelligible words with a single one being recognizable.
"Caro..."
"Aww, the piglet is crying for Mommy Sow, but we both know she wouldn't want you if she knew what a little whore you are," Dolmancé laughed as he released his hold on Spike's neck and tightened his chains again. He turned to Framboise and said, "Get him cleaned up."
Spike watched through a blurry haze as Dolmancé went into the bathroom and returned in a change of clothes. He was buttoning the cufflinks on his dress shirt while Framboise darted into the washroom to wash her hands as well as to fetch a small bowl and a few washcloths and towels. First, the girl began cleaning the floor and, once that was finished, began mopping up the cuts on Spike's legs.
"What about the...?" Framboise gestured towards the cage around Spike's penis, which was still coated in his spendings.
"Leave it. He needs to be reminded that he's enjoyed every minute of hospitality I've given him," Dolmancé said as he picked up his jacket from the desk chair and left the chamber.
Once Dolmancé was out of the room, Framboise dipped her head down and licked around one of Spike's swollen nipples, biting it hard. Spike winced, wishing his body would just go completely numb. She ran her small hands over his body, digging her nails into any catches of skin she found. The vampire began to wonder if this was what he was meant for, to be used by everyone around him. He did not move as he was washed, but even the washcloths were rough on his battered skin. He hoped that Framboise would remove the blunted hook wedged in his rectum, but she only swiped the cloth around it. Spike feared that he would heal around the steel, and it would hurt tremendously if it wasn't removed soon.
Framboise went back and forth from Spike to the bathroom to refill the bowl. She bought clean water up to Spike's open mouth and then allowed him to tip his head forward to let it drain back out into a towel. When she finished, Spike tried to look at her imploringly, hoping to evoke some empathy from her, but she only rubbed her hand over his hair and left to shower.
Spike stared around the now empty room before closing his eyes. His chest was still heaving, and his stomach felt knotted. He repeated to himself that it was just for a week. When Charise returned, he could pretend that none of this ever happened and find a way to stay with her on her business trips, if he made it that long without getting staked.
To be continued...
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