Title: Innocent Child 1/7
Author: Kate R.
Rating: Hard R to NC-17
Pairings: G/E, Wes/A (us) (Eventually)
AN: Dark Fic in the beginning. Written for Shawna who asked for a fic where
Angel rescues Wesley from Wolfram and Heart.
Summary: Saving Wesley is only the first step.
Disclaimer: own nothing and no one used herein. All of them belong to Joss
and I make no money.
Giles was sitting in his apartment alone when the mail arrived. Xander came in as he was going through it. A letter from London caught his attention and he opened it immediately. He only read the first few lines before his eyes iced over. Xander saw the expression and backed up. Then, the snarl came to his lips. By the time he finished the letter he looked like Death itself. And Xander quickly found himself pitying whoever had caused it.
Giles was summoning someone, Xander could tell, as he walked up the steps to his bedroom to change clothes. When he came back down, there was a flash of light and Ethan was there. And Giles? Giles was no longer wearing Tweed. Giles was dressed in faded jeans, a white t-shirt, combat boots, a leather jacket and wearing an earring. He showed Ethan the letter that had him snarling as well. Ethan gestured and his clothes changed as well. Xander swallowed. Someone was going to die.
"Lets go," Giles said. Xander followed them uncertain of why except that he had no place else to be. Spike was in the car as well. Xander did not know why except that Giles must have put him there with magic while he was summoning Ethan. He was not chained and there was a chip in his hand.
"You come with us and you can kill to your heart's content," Giles told him. Spike took the letter, read it and snarled outright in rage. Finally, he tossed it to Xander who read it and stared in mute horror:
"Giles," it read. "The Council has ways of punishing those who defy us. Your son is now going to pay for both of you. He defied us as well so he must pay the price for his fathers as well as himself. We wanted power. A Law Firm in LA has offered us Power if we give them a Slave in return. I hope you remember what Wesley looked like because if you ever see him again, rest assured he wouldn't look that way again. He was your son, Rupert. A pity you did not realize this. For now, you wont have the chance to see him again. I hope you have bad dreams Rupert. It's been 6 months since we traded him for power. I wonder if he's a better servant to them than he was to us? No matter I suppose.
Goodbye Rupert,
Quentin."
Now he understood why Giles was so angry. And Spike and Ethan. Travers was going to die. But not until After they got Wesley back. Six Months. That meant since May when he went back to England. Those bastards!
Wolfram and Heart, Basement
"Come on slut. You know you want it," Lindsey MacDonald taunted the young man chained to the floor on his hands and knees. "That's it. Fuck yourself on that dildo on the wall. You know you want it. Yeah. You are such a good slut. Suck me harder, slut. Make me cum."
He whimpered as he was forced to do this again and again until he satisfied Mistress. She laid into him with a whip if he didn't do it the way she wanted it. Of course, she never told him how she wanted it so there was no chance of not being beaten.
Finally Master came and Mistress smiled cruelly as she then hit a switch on the wall and the dildo began to vibrate. He whimpered. Another of her favorite game as she removed the cock ring: How many times would he cum before he passed out?
He whimpered as the torment started. Lilah was a cruel mistress. She would make him do such humiliating and degrading things.
"Touch yourself, whore," she whispered as she walked around him. Touch yourself. Be a good whore and cum for Mistress. That's it. You know you want to you little slut. You know it. Tell Mistress how much you want it. Tell me whore. Tell me what a good whore you are and how much you like our games. Do it. Say it!"
"Mistress, oh Mistress please," he whimpered. "Please have Mercy on your slave."
She smiled cruelly and made the vibrating get worse. He screamed finally. Tears running down his cheeks. Lilah smiled.
"Are you a good whore, Slut?" she asked.
"Y-yes," he whispered.
"Louder!" She hissed. "Say it so Master can hear you."
"Please! Mistress gods yes, I am your good Slut! Please I want it!" he finally cried. He was too broken to fight anymore and the being once known as Wesley Wyndham-Pryce simply shut off. Becoming a robot and no longer caring what happened. His mind drifted into a dream world. Such a nice place. Pretty and there was no pain. He could rest there. But only for a little while.
"You may cum," Lilah said to his blank eyes look. A touch was all it took and he exploded silently. Lilah was impressed. Nearly two months without relief and she would have been screaming when she was finally allowed to come. It hit her then they had done too much. His mind had retreated. Their game was over. Lindsey smiled though. They could still use him. He had been practically mute anyhow. Now it would be even more fun. He would not fight anymore. No more thinking he had rights. He was a broken toy now. The best kind.
The Office of Angel Investigations
Angel flew up from his apartment when he heard his two seers screaming in agony. He had no idea why they would be having a joint vision but as soon as it was over, Cordelia told him.
"Wesley," she panted. "God, Angel I didn't know he was that young."
"What about him?" Angel asked her.
"Wolfram and Heart have him. Slave. Broken. His mind retreated. The Powers don't care. This vision came from someone else. Someone who eliminated the pain from the visions."
"Why do Wolfram and Heart---."
"Power," Giles spoke from behind. "The Council wanted Power. they traded My Son for power. I swear they'll rue the damn day!"