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tamingthemuseAUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse 19- Interrogation
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angelus
CONTENT: mentions of torture (non-graphic); contemplation of non-con (non-graphic).
SUMMARY: Lindsey gives it up. Nineteen in the Victory Verse. Done for tamingthemuse #376 - Retribution.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, 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 x21 - "Power Play"
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 882 words.
Previous Parts- Victory Verse Masterlist ; and Victory Verse at Ao3 .
worksafe banner beneath the cut (bare male chests only) -
I had to admit, he made a pretty subject for interrogation. And any little pain he happened to suffer was only just retribution for what he'd almost made happen. He was strapped up into a framework. I could easily reach anyplace on him for whatever I chose, and I could spin and bend the framework into whatever configuration I wanted. The tattoos made an interesting visual map on his skin. I'd already had photos of them taken and sent to
Wes to work on. He and Gunn were tearing apart the apartment with the forensic teams. They liked doing 'good' work and it served me, so I let them.
Meanwhile I waited here to do evil work with Spike standing nearby watching it all with glittering eyes. He looked interested but not overly eager. Well I could address that later. The frame had wards in it to prevent sorcery. I knew from his Wolfram and Hart days he'd had at least minor prowess with it and now I was guessing he was an adept.
He was naked, of course, no need for modesty in here. Nicely toned. Wherever he'd been he'd been busy. I trailed a hand up his inner thigh and was rewarded with his almost immediate erection. I had to chuckle. "Still wanting me badly, aren't you?" I crooned softly in his ear. "Or rather 'him'. If you actually get my cock up your tight little ass, lawyer boy, then you can decide if all this fuss was worth it."
"Fuck you, Angelus," Lindsey said.
"Mmmm, now, no need to be nasty." I smacked his ass with my open palm, hard, several smacks, watching it redden. Purely for my own amusement and to predictably watch his arousal spiral. "If you're a good boy and tell me what I need to know perhaps I will fuck you."
"And if I don't, you're what, going to torture me with sexual innuendo and spankings?"
I reached over and picked up a scalpel from a nearby table. "I think if we carved off a few of those tattoos the Senior Partners might have a few things to say. I'm betting they have even more effective methods of torture than I do." I slid the scalpel along his skin and pushed it hard enough to cut a thin line just through the upper layers of skin, and the blood trickled out in bright drops. I leaned in to lap at the blood. Power there, I could taste it.
He hissed. "Okay, okay, I forgot how much you like the torture thing. Angel couldn't quite do it most of the time." He took a deep breath. "What do you want to know?"
I gave him my best patented cruel smile. "Too easy. I'm thinking perhaps I should gag you and torture you a few hours first, just to be certain." I moved over to the table and looked over the gags there.
"Angelus! C'mon, fuck, no! I'll tell you, straight up. I've seen people on this damn rack with torturers less enthusiastic than you and I'm not really eager for the experience. Ask away."
I noticed Spike had become considerably more intrigued by the tiny little Texan. Hmmm. I'd need to explore that later. I was not fond of sharing just to share, but the idea of these two writhing together to entertain me was definitely appealing.
So I questioned him. Very, very thoroughly. No notes, no need for them. Between myself and Spike not a word would be forgotten. When his enthusiasm seemed to flag I'd go to the table and a brief application of whatever struck my fancy reminded him why he was to answer promptly and in full. Hours passed. When I'd gotten as much as I thought would be useful, at least to start, I gave him a small injection of a tranquilizer and bundled him, rack and all, off to the penthouse. He was going to be a guest in my secret room, at least for a while.
Most of what he had to share was very, very useful. This whole organization of evil, the Black Thorn for instance. I'd never been the 'joiner' type so I'd never known. I still wasn't the joiner type. I was beginning to get the inklings of a grand idea in my head. Not an apocalypse but perhaps a way to prevent it and rip all these pretentious assholes, Senior Partners included, a new one.
I was the ultimate evil and before I finished both sides would know it. If I managed to pull this off I'd somehow do good by doing evil, and evil by doing good, and it would be so damn sweet. I'd still be able to keep Spike, I'd be free of this fucking corporate trap, and the world would be open and free again. I didn't bow to the Beast, I wasn't going to bow and scrape to the Senior Partners or to any fucking circle of evil pathetic jerks playing would-be demon mafia bosses. At least not any longer than it took to fool them, to get my plan into place.
I had some serious thinking to do. And so, I left a message for Eve to come see me. We had some things to clear up.
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse 19- Interrogation
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angelus
CONTENT: mentions of torture (non-graphic); contemplation of non-con (non-graphic).
SUMMARY: Lindsey gives it up. Nineteen in the Victory Verse. Done for tamingthemuse #376 - Retribution.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, 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 x21 - "Power Play"
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 882 words.
Previous Parts- Victory Verse Masterlist ; and Victory Verse at Ao3 .
worksafe banner beneath the cut (bare male chests only) -
I had to admit, he made a pretty subject for interrogation. And any little pain he happened to suffer was only just retribution for what he'd almost made happen. He was strapped up into a framework. I could easily reach anyplace on him for whatever I chose, and I could spin and bend the framework into whatever configuration I wanted. The tattoos made an interesting visual map on his skin. I'd already had photos of them taken and sent to
Wes to work on. He and Gunn were tearing apart the apartment with the forensic teams. They liked doing 'good' work and it served me, so I let them.
Meanwhile I waited here to do evil work with Spike standing nearby watching it all with glittering eyes. He looked interested but not overly eager. Well I could address that later. The frame had wards in it to prevent sorcery. I knew from his Wolfram and Hart days he'd had at least minor prowess with it and now I was guessing he was an adept.
He was naked, of course, no need for modesty in here. Nicely toned. Wherever he'd been he'd been busy. I trailed a hand up his inner thigh and was rewarded with his almost immediate erection. I had to chuckle. "Still wanting me badly, aren't you?" I crooned softly in his ear. "Or rather 'him'. If you actually get my cock up your tight little ass, lawyer boy, then you can decide if all this fuss was worth it."
"Fuck you, Angelus," Lindsey said.
"Mmmm, now, no need to be nasty." I smacked his ass with my open palm, hard, several smacks, watching it redden. Purely for my own amusement and to predictably watch his arousal spiral. "If you're a good boy and tell me what I need to know perhaps I will fuck you."
"And if I don't, you're what, going to torture me with sexual innuendo and spankings?"
I reached over and picked up a scalpel from a nearby table. "I think if we carved off a few of those tattoos the Senior Partners might have a few things to say. I'm betting they have even more effective methods of torture than I do." I slid the scalpel along his skin and pushed it hard enough to cut a thin line just through the upper layers of skin, and the blood trickled out in bright drops. I leaned in to lap at the blood. Power there, I could taste it.
He hissed. "Okay, okay, I forgot how much you like the torture thing. Angel couldn't quite do it most of the time." He took a deep breath. "What do you want to know?"
I gave him my best patented cruel smile. "Too easy. I'm thinking perhaps I should gag you and torture you a few hours first, just to be certain." I moved over to the table and looked over the gags there.
"Angelus! C'mon, fuck, no! I'll tell you, straight up. I've seen people on this damn rack with torturers less enthusiastic than you and I'm not really eager for the experience. Ask away."
I noticed Spike had become considerably more intrigued by the tiny little Texan. Hmmm. I'd need to explore that later. I was not fond of sharing just to share, but the idea of these two writhing together to entertain me was definitely appealing.
So I questioned him. Very, very thoroughly. No notes, no need for them. Between myself and Spike not a word would be forgotten. When his enthusiasm seemed to flag I'd go to the table and a brief application of whatever struck my fancy reminded him why he was to answer promptly and in full. Hours passed. When I'd gotten as much as I thought would be useful, at least to start, I gave him a small injection of a tranquilizer and bundled him, rack and all, off to the penthouse. He was going to be a guest in my secret room, at least for a while.
Most of what he had to share was very, very useful. This whole organization of evil, the Black Thorn for instance. I'd never been the 'joiner' type so I'd never known. I still wasn't the joiner type. I was beginning to get the inklings of a grand idea in my head. Not an apocalypse but perhaps a way to prevent it and rip all these pretentious assholes, Senior Partners included, a new one.
I was the ultimate evil and before I finished both sides would know it. If I managed to pull this off I'd somehow do good by doing evil, and evil by doing good, and it would be so damn sweet. I'd still be able to keep Spike, I'd be free of this fucking corporate trap, and the world would be open and free again. I didn't bow to the Beast, I wasn't going to bow and scrape to the Senior Partners or to any fucking circle of evil pathetic jerks playing would-be demon mafia bosses. At least not any longer than it took to fool them, to get my plan into place.
I had some serious thinking to do. And so, I left a message for Eve to come see me. We had some things to clear up.
