Buffy

I get a bit more 'rough sex' in this chapter and the next then I originally intended this early in the story. Just a warning for all readers.

"Her," Xander said as he pointed at Buffy.

"No, please," Buffy begged as she struggled against the manacles.

"Yes, you," Xander said, trying to put as much menace into his voice as possible. Between being in a room of Cultists who could kill him at any moment and the prospect of losing his virginity with his dream girl, he was doing everything possible to control his shaking.

He was also about to take Buffy's virginity. That thought alone almost made him pass out.

"Would you like us to help restrain here?" Tom asked eagerly.

"No," Xander said. He didn't want anyone else near if it wasn't necessary.

"But after what happened last time..."

Xander locked eyes with Buffy. It wouldn't be believable if he didn't do something. He moved forward and grabbed the top of her dress began to rip the expensive fabric from her body. She began to kick wildly at him, all along using the **** to yank on the manacles harder.

He waited until she managed to get a good shot in on him - or at least one that looked good, kicking the top of his upper thigh but no where near the strength he knew she could actually muster.

He grabbed her throat and slammed her back into the wall. "You need to make it last," Buffy whispered to him. "Hopefully someone is coming to help. We need to give them time. You need to...slap me again."

Xander took a step back again and as she kicked out at him he slapped her across the face.

She stopped kicking and kept her eyes down. "Are you going to be a good little cockslut?"

She nodded her head.

"Say it."

"I'll be good."

"Say it all."

Buffy held back for a moment, building up tension, "I'll be a good little cockslut."

There were cheers from the assembled crowd behind them and Xander remembered they had an audience. Amy wouldn't even look at him, but Veruca was staring with interest.

Xander milked the cheers for as long as possible. He then reached down and ripped her panties off her body. He twirled them over his to whoops and hollers. He then turned back to Buffy and reached his hand down between his legs. "The little slut is dripping wet. Does everyone see this freshly shaved pussy? Which one of us brothers do you think she had her eye on?"

He wasn't lying about her being wet. She was dripping down his hand. He fingered her through two orgasms before the crowd began to urge him on to the next step.

He looked up at the manacles. They were at the very edge of breaking. They must have been secured deeper into the rock. It certainly wasn't like Buffy was intentionally holding off.

Was she?

He wasn't ready to move on yet, he still wanted to draw this out more if he could. So he took his hand from her pussy and held them in front of her face. When she refused he wiped them across her face. On the second dip of his fingers she again refused. This time he offered them to Amy, and for the first time she was an active participant and eagerly took them into her mouth. On the third go he went over to Veruca. This time he called some of the Frat brothers over. Both out of fear of what she could do as well as to eat up more time.

As they held her steady he fucked his fingers coated in Buffy's juices in and out of her mouth.

On the fourth attempt Buffy finally relented and sucked his fingers clean of her own cum.

As Xander fiddled with his pants he looked to the stairs, willing rescue to come rushing down.