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AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse-Sacrifice part 1
RATING: R
PAIRING: Spike/Angel
SUMMARY: Angel gets cursed. Done for tamingthemuse #349-radius. (I'm calling this the 'Victory Verse')
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x08 - "Destiny"
CONTENT: mentions of torture and dub-con sex.
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,733 words.
Morning. I really, really hated mornings. Especially when it was just me and a pile of paperwork downstairs. Spike had left early, he was helping Fred with some scientific thing. I trudged to the elevator, then emerged in the office. My mug of blood was waiting, and a package. As I got closer I saw it was a wrapped present. The note on it said, 'From Spike'.
Okay, I admit that made me smile. Nice to know he was thinking about me, though he probably bought this with one of my credit cards. I slid the top off the box and there was a loud flash and a bang. I found myself pushed back a bit. When my vision cleared, I struggled to make sense of what I saw. My vision was partly obscured and it looked as if I were floating a few inches above the floor. I tried to reach for the intercom button and found myself unable to, as if there were a clear barrier around me. I shouted, "Harmony!"
Harmony scrambled into the office with a worried look. My bellows for her were generally bad news, often directed at her. She blinked as she looked at me. "Ummm, boss, you're like in a giant bubble."
"Great." I scowled. "Get Wesley, get Fred, get everyone," I barked out.
"Right away boss." She scurried off and I was left alone in my bubble.
I tried to move and found I could make tiny steps. I could almost feel the bubble under my feet, like distant pressure. My sight blurred slightly as it moved, reflections on the bubble's surface I guessed. If the bubble hit moveable things and I was walking, they were pushed aside. So the desk moved, and the other chair moved, and I was in the middle of the room. I could feel the reverberations in the bubble when it hit something, but that was it. I couldn't feel the bubble itself. I tried reaching up or forward or bending down, it always shifted to be out of reach.
Just to test it, I tried sitting down. I found myself hovering in mid-air in the middle of the bubble. I stood up and I was in the same position as before. Then I lay down. The bubble expanded and I also found myself hovering in mid-air. Okay, just freaky.
Wes and the others came running into the office. Once inside, they stopped. "Okay, Wes, what is this?" I ask him.
"I'm not sure. When did this start?"
"I opened the stupid gift box on my desk. It was labeled from Spike. I'm guessing this wasn't from him."
Spike came in then, and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Not from me, no."
Wes started casting some small detection spells, and Fred got out some of her scientific instruments.
Several hours and a lot of research later, Wes came back in with a grave look. "It's a pretty nasty curse. The Invisible Tomb, it's called. It creates the sphere you're in, roughly the radius of the height of the person entombed plus a few inches. Since the person inside cannot touch anything and no items can enter it, the person inside eventually starves to death. The additional torture comes from the fact that the victim can see the world around them and their loved ones can see but not help them."
I frowned. "Not exactly the best news, Wes. So how do we get rid of it?"
Wes sighed. "Well there we have a problem. The caster can counteract it, but even then it takes an elaborate ritual counter spell. The only other thing that will dispel it is The Sceptre of Appolyon. The problem is that the Sceptre hasn't been seen in over six hundred years."
I crossed my arms and growled softly. "We need to find the caster then. Work your contacts, try magic, try the company psychics, whatever you can." They all nodded and left to get to work.
So began the ordeal of several days. Spike helped keep me entertained. He watched television with me, talked to me, even slept in the office with me. I hated to admit it, but I don't know how I would have made it without him around.
The others were not having much luck. No one could find out who cast the spell, though Wes was collecting a list of the casters capable of casting it. I was getting hungrier, and I was losing body mass as my body ate itself, trying to sustain me. In addition to trying to find the caster, they were handling my job, telling others I was busy or out of town or whatever. It wasn't looking good for me.
On the seventh day, suddenly there was a flash, and a bang, and a cloud of oily smoke. Standing in my office was a Thool demon, six feet of green-skinned, slightly slimy demon, humanoid but with tentacles emanating from his back. Only Spike was there with me when he appeared, but the others rushed in fairly quickly. The Thool demon nodded at us all, then looked at me.
"Angel, I am an emissary of his Infernal Lord Ka'dath. My Lord offers you relief from your curse, with of course a negotiated compensation."
I quirked an eyebrow. "And how can he do this?"
"Quite easily, as he is the one who cast it."
Spike made an instinctive grab towards a nearby sword, and one of the Thool demon's tentacles slapped it away. "If you harm or slay me, the curse will not be lifted."
~~~~~
I never liked Thool demons. Arms and tentacles? That was just cheating. I hated not being able to attack. I liked direct action and I'd been aching for some violence. These past seven days had been hell for us both. "Awright then, so what's the price?"
Angel sighed. "Shouldn't I be the one asking that?"
The Thool demon shook his head. "My Lord has specifically requested Spike be your negotiator, Angel. He gives his word that nothing shall be done to Spike that he does not agree to, and he shall be returned within twenty-four hours." The air shimmered slightly.
Angel and I both had skeptical looks on our faces, and it must have showed, cos Wes spoke up. "That shimmer is a formal oath, a binding spell. What is sworn to cannot be breached or death results to the oathbreaker."
"Spike, you don't have to do this," Angel said.
I squared my shoulders. "Yes I do." I looked back at the emissary. "Lay on, McDuff."
Either the demon knew Shakespeare or he just figured I said to take me, because a moment later and I was in another room. It was decorated like the set of some nightmare Arab sheikh's palace out of A Thousand and One Nights. Sitting on a divan in the center of the room was the hugest Thool demon I'd ever seen. Probably over eight feet tall and a wall of muscle, like the Incredible Hulk with tentacles. He wore only some silk harem pants and an embroidered vest. There were several demons of various types and a few humans, both male and female, naked and collared and chained to rings around the base of the divan.
"Ah, Spike. So glad you could join us." He gave me one of the creepier smiles I'd ever seen, and caressed some of the slaves with his tentacles.
I shrug. "Not like I had much choice."
"But you did. I see what my little spies told me is true. After so long quarreling with your Sire you are now back with him. How very sweet." His voice oozed the words. I felt slimy just listening.
I put my hands on my hips and gave him my best sneer, the sneer Billy Idol stole. "What of it?"
"Well you see, your Sire has incommoded me on several occasions. He has hampered my business. He has damaged what is mine. And I am not one to take interference lightly. So I cursed him."
I had to suppress a growl. "Yeah, very impressive curse. So what's it gonna take to get him un-cursed?"
His smile became creepier. I didn't think it was possible. "I want to damage what is his. I want to interfere with his business, in the most intimate way." He let his gaze travel over me, and I knew I was not going to like what he said next. "The ritual to reverse the curse takes a sacrifice. A willing one. Not to die, but to both suffer and experience arousal." He stared into my eyes. "I want you, Spike. I want to taste the sweet catamite that Angelus trained. You will suffer no permanent damage. That I swear." There was that shimmer in the air, which marginally reassured me. A little, not much. "At the end of the twenty-four hours the curse will be lifted and you will be returned to your Sire. But he will know I've had you, and violated you in ways even he could not imagine."
Okay, I had to admit he had me a bit worried with his pronouncement. But I'd endured weeks of painful trials to get my soul, surely he couldn't do worse to me in twenty-four hours, especially since he couldn't inflict any permanent damage to me. Without this, Angel would die. So there wasn't really a choice. "Awright. You have your sacrifice."
He chuckled, and got up off the divan. "You must say that you do this of your own free will." His eyes glittered and his tentacles hovered in anticipation.
I straightened up, steeling my spine. "I do this of my own free will."
"Excellent." He grabbed me with his tentacles and started stripping off my clothes. Even if I were tempted to struggle he was damn strong. It didn't take him long to have me starkers. He carried me like that, wrapped in tentacles, and gestured at the wall.
It disappeared, and inside was a ritual temple apparently combined with a sex dungeon. He laid me down on what seemed to be an altar in the middle, and leathery bonds rose from the stone and bound me spreadeagled. Ka'Dath gestured again at the wall and it reappeared. He approached the altar, and smiled.
I found out later the slaves outside couldn't hear my screams.
(to be concluded in part two)
AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse-Sacrifice part 1
RATING: R
PAIRING: Spike/Angel
SUMMARY: Angel gets cursed. Done for tamingthemuse #349-radius. (I'm calling this the 'Victory Verse')
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x08 - "Destiny"
CONTENT: mentions of torture and dub-con sex.
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,733 words.
Morning. I really, really hated mornings. Especially when it was just me and a pile of paperwork downstairs. Spike had left early, he was helping Fred with some scientific thing. I trudged to the elevator, then emerged in the office. My mug of blood was waiting, and a package. As I got closer I saw it was a wrapped present. The note on it said, 'From Spike'.
Okay, I admit that made me smile. Nice to know he was thinking about me, though he probably bought this with one of my credit cards. I slid the top off the box and there was a loud flash and a bang. I found myself pushed back a bit. When my vision cleared, I struggled to make sense of what I saw. My vision was partly obscured and it looked as if I were floating a few inches above the floor. I tried to reach for the intercom button and found myself unable to, as if there were a clear barrier around me. I shouted, "Harmony!"
Harmony scrambled into the office with a worried look. My bellows for her were generally bad news, often directed at her. She blinked as she looked at me. "Ummm, boss, you're like in a giant bubble."
"Great." I scowled. "Get Wesley, get Fred, get everyone," I barked out.
"Right away boss." She scurried off and I was left alone in my bubble.
I tried to move and found I could make tiny steps. I could almost feel the bubble under my feet, like distant pressure. My sight blurred slightly as it moved, reflections on the bubble's surface I guessed. If the bubble hit moveable things and I was walking, they were pushed aside. So the desk moved, and the other chair moved, and I was in the middle of the room. I could feel the reverberations in the bubble when it hit something, but that was it. I couldn't feel the bubble itself. I tried reaching up or forward or bending down, it always shifted to be out of reach.
Just to test it, I tried sitting down. I found myself hovering in mid-air in the middle of the bubble. I stood up and I was in the same position as before. Then I lay down. The bubble expanded and I also found myself hovering in mid-air. Okay, just freaky.
Wes and the others came running into the office. Once inside, they stopped. "Okay, Wes, what is this?" I ask him.
"I'm not sure. When did this start?"
"I opened the stupid gift box on my desk. It was labeled from Spike. I'm guessing this wasn't from him."
Spike came in then, and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Not from me, no."
Wes started casting some small detection spells, and Fred got out some of her scientific instruments.
Several hours and a lot of research later, Wes came back in with a grave look. "It's a pretty nasty curse. The Invisible Tomb, it's called. It creates the sphere you're in, roughly the radius of the height of the person entombed plus a few inches. Since the person inside cannot touch anything and no items can enter it, the person inside eventually starves to death. The additional torture comes from the fact that the victim can see the world around them and their loved ones can see but not help them."
I frowned. "Not exactly the best news, Wes. So how do we get rid of it?"
Wes sighed. "Well there we have a problem. The caster can counteract it, but even then it takes an elaborate ritual counter spell. The only other thing that will dispel it is The Sceptre of Appolyon. The problem is that the Sceptre hasn't been seen in over six hundred years."
I crossed my arms and growled softly. "We need to find the caster then. Work your contacts, try magic, try the company psychics, whatever you can." They all nodded and left to get to work.
So began the ordeal of several days. Spike helped keep me entertained. He watched television with me, talked to me, even slept in the office with me. I hated to admit it, but I don't know how I would have made it without him around.
The others were not having much luck. No one could find out who cast the spell, though Wes was collecting a list of the casters capable of casting it. I was getting hungrier, and I was losing body mass as my body ate itself, trying to sustain me. In addition to trying to find the caster, they were handling my job, telling others I was busy or out of town or whatever. It wasn't looking good for me.
On the seventh day, suddenly there was a flash, and a bang, and a cloud of oily smoke. Standing in my office was a Thool demon, six feet of green-skinned, slightly slimy demon, humanoid but with tentacles emanating from his back. Only Spike was there with me when he appeared, but the others rushed in fairly quickly. The Thool demon nodded at us all, then looked at me.
"Angel, I am an emissary of his Infernal Lord Ka'dath. My Lord offers you relief from your curse, with of course a negotiated compensation."
I quirked an eyebrow. "And how can he do this?"
"Quite easily, as he is the one who cast it."
Spike made an instinctive grab towards a nearby sword, and one of the Thool demon's tentacles slapped it away. "If you harm or slay me, the curse will not be lifted."
~~~~~
I never liked Thool demons. Arms and tentacles? That was just cheating. I hated not being able to attack. I liked direct action and I'd been aching for some violence. These past seven days had been hell for us both. "Awright then, so what's the price?"
Angel sighed. "Shouldn't I be the one asking that?"
The Thool demon shook his head. "My Lord has specifically requested Spike be your negotiator, Angel. He gives his word that nothing shall be done to Spike that he does not agree to, and he shall be returned within twenty-four hours." The air shimmered slightly.
Angel and I both had skeptical looks on our faces, and it must have showed, cos Wes spoke up. "That shimmer is a formal oath, a binding spell. What is sworn to cannot be breached or death results to the oathbreaker."
"Spike, you don't have to do this," Angel said.
I squared my shoulders. "Yes I do." I looked back at the emissary. "Lay on, McDuff."
Either the demon knew Shakespeare or he just figured I said to take me, because a moment later and I was in another room. It was decorated like the set of some nightmare Arab sheikh's palace out of A Thousand and One Nights. Sitting on a divan in the center of the room was the hugest Thool demon I'd ever seen. Probably over eight feet tall and a wall of muscle, like the Incredible Hulk with tentacles. He wore only some silk harem pants and an embroidered vest. There were several demons of various types and a few humans, both male and female, naked and collared and chained to rings around the base of the divan.
"Ah, Spike. So glad you could join us." He gave me one of the creepier smiles I'd ever seen, and caressed some of the slaves with his tentacles.
I shrug. "Not like I had much choice."
"But you did. I see what my little spies told me is true. After so long quarreling with your Sire you are now back with him. How very sweet." His voice oozed the words. I felt slimy just listening.
I put my hands on my hips and gave him my best sneer, the sneer Billy Idol stole. "What of it?"
"Well you see, your Sire has incommoded me on several occasions. He has hampered my business. He has damaged what is mine. And I am not one to take interference lightly. So I cursed him."
I had to suppress a growl. "Yeah, very impressive curse. So what's it gonna take to get him un-cursed?"
His smile became creepier. I didn't think it was possible. "I want to damage what is his. I want to interfere with his business, in the most intimate way." He let his gaze travel over me, and I knew I was not going to like what he said next. "The ritual to reverse the curse takes a sacrifice. A willing one. Not to die, but to both suffer and experience arousal." He stared into my eyes. "I want you, Spike. I want to taste the sweet catamite that Angelus trained. You will suffer no permanent damage. That I swear." There was that shimmer in the air, which marginally reassured me. A little, not much. "At the end of the twenty-four hours the curse will be lifted and you will be returned to your Sire. But he will know I've had you, and violated you in ways even he could not imagine."
Okay, I had to admit he had me a bit worried with his pronouncement. But I'd endured weeks of painful trials to get my soul, surely he couldn't do worse to me in twenty-four hours, especially since he couldn't inflict any permanent damage to me. Without this, Angel would die. So there wasn't really a choice. "Awright. You have your sacrifice."
He chuckled, and got up off the divan. "You must say that you do this of your own free will." His eyes glittered and his tentacles hovered in anticipation.
I straightened up, steeling my spine. "I do this of my own free will."
"Excellent." He grabbed me with his tentacles and started stripping off my clothes. Even if I were tempted to struggle he was damn strong. It didn't take him long to have me starkers. He carried me like that, wrapped in tentacles, and gestured at the wall.
It disappeared, and inside was a ritual temple apparently combined with a sex dungeon. He laid me down on what seemed to be an altar in the middle, and leathery bonds rose from the stone and bound me spreadeagled. Ka'Dath gestured again at the wall and it reappeared. He approached the altar, and smiled.
I found out later the slaves outside couldn't hear my screams.
(to be concluded in part two)
