"A Special Hell", Lilah/Anya, NC-17
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viciouswishes' Buffyverse Down and Dirty Femmeslash PWP Ficathon. My apologies!
Requested by:zgirl714
Pairing: Lilah/Anya
Requests (1 or 2): Darkly surreal and a corset
Restrictions (1 or 2)): They have to be dead in some sort of afterlife
Warnings: Light BDSM. (Attentionmpoetess, there is SPANKING.)
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2485 words
Betas:bunnyohare, karenor, keswindhover. Thanks SO much to all of you.
A Special Hell
When she realized she'd died, Anya thought for sure she would go to Arashmahar, because she was quite sure there wasn't any such thing as heaven or hell, just lots of weird demon realms and alternate dimensions. After all, she'd been to lots of those places when she was a vengeance demon.
But through some kind of sick cosmic joke, she'd ended up in a Wolfram & Hart-run nightmare of an alternate universe -- some kind of bleak Edward Scissorhands suburban landscape where she'd almost completely forgotten who she was -- and some guy whom she thought was supposed to be her husband kept nagging her every morning to go fetch some stupid thing from the basement. Every time she went down there a large ugly demon tied her to a rack and used lots of odd sex toys on her but never let her have an orgasm. Then she had to wake up and do it all over again. Each time she failed to come, she got the nagging feeling it had happened before. Somehow there was never any private time for self-pleasure, and her brain could hardly even focus on the possibility. It was a special kind of torture and she didn't think she could last much longer.
Then some tall bossy lawyer type showed up and yanked her necklace off. At first she was really pissed off, because one thing she did remember from her previous life was how unbelievably annoying it was the last time some idiot did that. But then all her memories came rushing back, and she fully realized the special hell she was in. She was quite glad to leave, even if it did mean passing through a furnace before she even got a chance to have an orgasm.
---
Post-mortem, Lilah quickly grew tired of moving between dimensions. It was definitely a plum assignment for the luckiest of the "in perpetuity" crowd, but it wasn't always glamorous. Once she had to go to Pylea to collect all the files on transported "cows", as well as the remains of the local Wolfram & Hart liaison. Another time she stopped by Skip's "mall" dimension to pick up a few things, including a really cute pair of shoes and a demon executioner for a ritual sacrifice. But it wasn't all glory. Most of the time she spent in a windowless Afterlife Office, waiting for the phone to ring with a new assignment. Sometimes she got really bored and re-programmed the sacrificial answering service.
Getting to interact directly with the living was usually fun in comparison, but it frequently made Lilah sad, especially when she had to lay eyes on Wesley. Consequently she relished this latest assignment to "fix the Anya situation", because it didn't involve Wesley at all. Plus she got to kill the bitch who stole her office. Eve was the perfect replacement for Anya. Lilah smirked as Eve woke up and realized what was about to happen. She struggled to resist as Lilah fastened the clasp around the back of her neck, but she was a lot smaller than Lilah, and not nearly as clever. By the time Eve had started forming a plan 'B', the furnace door had already slammed shut on Anya and Lilah's retreating backs, and her memories were quickly fading.
---
The exhilaration of the escape wore off quickly. The worst thing about the afterlife was the seemingly endless waiting. The time between assignments always stretched on like a windless desert night. This particular waiting room was exactly like any purgatorial waiting room -- mind-numbingly dull, especially since this time there were no other people for people-watching, and the elevator music was much worse than usual. No windows, four walls, a chair, a desk with empty drawers, one paper clip on the floor, and (according to Anya) a complete lack of shrimp.
Lilah always hated the waiting, but this time at least she has someone with her to relieve the boredom. Only Anya was almost too chatty.
---
"Are you sure there's no shrimp? I was totally kidding about the world without shrimp." Shrimp, shrimp, shrimp. Blah blah blah. God, she was hungry now. That was the least of it. The stories of dismembered adulterous boyfriends were fun at first, because hey, Lilah loved a good story involving blood and guts, what W&H lawyer didn't? But after a while, even she couldn't take it anymore. Then she told a lot of stories about her ex -- some guy named Xander. Blah blah orgasms, blah blah love, blah blah pathetic. The talking just went on and on and on and on.
"Just shut up for once, you crazy bitch!" A horrible silence fell between them, sickeningly filled by the sounds of Kenny G from the tinny Muzak-Makers set into the door.
Anya shoved her, Lilah shoved back, someone threw a punch, and then they were on the floor. Anya lay pinned beneath Lilah, who held one high heel, spike down, threateningly against the other woman's throat.
"OK, OK, no more stories." The high heel thudded to the boring tan carpet.
---
Anya suddenly realized she was really, really horny, and that this might be the first time in years she actually had a chance to do something real about it. That stupid basement. Lilah might be pissed off at her, but that was actually kind of exciting. Being rescued was kind of a turn-on, too.
"Hey, there are other ways to pass the time besides fighting, you know."
Anya was still pinned under her, so Lilah's lips were very close, and she impulsively arched up and kissed them.
---
What the hell, it was a lot better than being bored. Lilah went with it. She kissed Anya back, tentatively at first, but then with insistence, pressing harder against the warm body trapped beneath hers, feeling the other woman's nipples harden with pleasure. She figured the more she kissed her, the less likely the chatter would start again. Still, Anya managed it anyway.
"Get off me so I can remove my clothes and we can have lots and lots of orgasms!" Anya fluttered her eyelashes, and tried to roll, but she wasn't quite strong enough. Instead, Lilah sat up and ripped her suit skirt all the way up, lengthening the side slit, then ground her hips against Anya's. This stopped all struggling, and Lilah used the opportunity to rip off Anya's blouse and bra. She laughed her low, throaty laugh, and finally got up, taking off her restrictive suit along the way. She was tired of this kind of game. It was time for a different one.
"Alright, if you're so eager, you tell me what to do, you big slut." Lilah issued this like a challenge, dropping her skirt on the floor like the proverbial gauntlet.
---
Rid of the outer layer of lawyer-wear, Lilah now wore only a red corset, panties and garters. The high heels were under the desk. Anya took it all in, the full breasts with perky nipples, the tight ass, perfect for spanking. Body parts didn't have to strictly interlock in a traditional sense to be fun, she realized. Orgasms were totally on the horizon.
Lilah was sitting in the chair at the desk, just smiling a little. Not moving but full of anticipation.
"Get up. Pretend you just dropped that paper clip." Anya cracked her blouse like a whip. "Good. Now lean down and pick it up." Lilah had clearly done this before, because she went nice and slow and bent at just the right angle, giving Anya lots of time to appreciate every curve and new revelation. But she evidently hadn't done the next part before, at least not in this particular scenario, because she gasped when Anya's hand came down on her right buttock, making a clear, satisfying smack that almost covered the gasp.
---
This was even better than the time she took orders from Wesley over the phone. He was always just a little bit too predictable. Anya didn't seem to have a lot of social conditioning; she just went with whatever popped into her head. Lilah appreciated a girl without inhibitions.
The force of the second blow sent her down onto the floor. Before she could guess what would happen next, she felt Anya straddling her back, surprisingly naked already and pressing wetly and a little too hard against the lacy bottom edging of the corset. The lace that had at first merely fringed the top of Lilah's ass now stuck damply to her skin.
"Now you're going to put the paperclip between your teeth. Don't let it fall, and don't swallow it. That way you won't be able to curse me and my evil ways when I fuck you senseless." If her incessant chattering hadn't come to an end, Lilah would have preferred Anya bit the damn clip, but this was just as well, because now the senior partners wouldn't hear her moans from three dimensions away. She did as she was told.
"Also, I need some equality here, missy, so lose the corset." When Lilah hesitated, Anya rolled her eyes. "Oh for crying out loud --" Anya knew her way around a corset, for she had Lilah rolled over on her back and the corset undone in no time. The garter hooks, newly undone, sprung away and then back with force, stinging Lilah's thighs. Anya took a little more time with the red panties, making sure to slide them down in a rather leisurely manner, trailing her fingertips all over them, touching Lilah through them, teasing her. When they were off, she made sure Lilah was on her stomach again, ass in the air.
As the smacks came down on Lilah's bare ass, she felt the cheap carpet digging into her in an almost scratchy way, but after a few more smacks the pleasure reverberating from them went straight to her clit and she forgot all about the carpet. A groan escaped her lips, surging out through her clenched teeth. Remembering to focus on not losing the paper clip should have been keeping her from losing herself too soon to mindless lust, but her brain was becoming a white blur of stinging pleasure, and more moans followed the first.
---
"Did I say you could make any noise?" Lilah stopped moaning. Retail wasn't the only area in which Anya enjoyed bossing people around. This was much more exciting, actually. She stopped the spanking and returned to the straddling, pressing her clit into the slit of Lilah's ass, rubbing her breasts against the other woman's back. She let out some very sincere moans at first, but then decided to embellish them a little just to make Lilah feel jealous. Then she kissed Lilah's neck, nudging her to turn her head to the side.
Anya removed the paper clip from Lilah's mouth with her teeth, grazing swollen lips with her own. Quickly she spit out the paper clip so she could get a real taste. The angle was awkward but she didn't care. Lilah's lips were soft but insistent, tongue meeting tongue with unrestrained eagerness. When Anya broke away, Lilah was panting, her eyes half-closed.
"Please," she mumbled.
"Please what, now?" Anya smirked.
"Please, just fuck me already," she whispered.
"Since you asked so nicely then ..." Anya slid down, snaking her right hand between Lilah's thighs and plunging two fingers inside. Lilah arched back against her and Anya let her get up onto her hands and knees, spreading her legs wider and pushing harder and harder against her. She added a finger and curled them under, then sucked on her left index finger and carefully slid it into the only other available orifice.
---
Lilah lost it.
She always was a screamer, but now she'd probably exceeded even her own personal best. Only the industrial sound-dampening ceiling panels saved her from waking up beings several waiting rooms (or several dimensions) away. As she came, she ended the last scream with her low, throaty laugh, collapsing in a heap.
Anya got up and stood over her.
"You don't get to rest down there all day, you broke the rules. I wish you'd just get up here and finish me off already." She prodded Lilah in the ribs with her toe, and Lilah rolled over languorously, carelessly massaging her own breasts. She smiled wickedly.
"Be careful what you wish for, Anya, or should I say Anyanka? Which is it these days? The senior partners never tell me anything any more. I can't believe you would let that particular word leave your lips. You of all people know better than that. So careless, especially in a sentence as ambiguous as that."
Lilah was up and on her in a flash, snatching her purse off a chair with one hand, and backing Anya against a wall with the other, pressing her hard into it with her hips.
"Of course, I'm no vengeance demon, but you did ask. I happen to have a lot of different weapons in here, can't be too careful." She fished around in her purse and whipped one out, holding it threateningly against Anya's jugular. "Fortunately for you, this one only works on vampires." She extracted a condom from her purse and tossed the purse aside, then opened the package with her teeth and rolled the thin latex over the non-pointy end of the stake.
"Wouldn't want anyone getting splinters." Forcefully and without preamble, Lilah spread Anya's legs and slid it easily between her lips. "Hmm, looks like I'm not the only one who gets turned on by a little violence."
"Oh, fuck you." Anya rolled her eyes. "I mean yeah, fuck me. You win." She wrapped a leg up around Lilah's, snaked an arm around her neck and pulled her in for a rough kiss. The wall shook as the stake moved in and out, and Lilah's thumb went to work on her clit. Her other hand reached up and played with Anya's breasts.
---
Anya didn't make a sound, just bucked faster, shuddering with an orgasm that came much too quickly.
The second time, she straddled Lilah and the stake on the desk, riding them so hard the desk splintered. The third time, Anya wished there were a chandelier, or that she had Slayer strength and could hang from the door-frame. However, the chair had wheels, so they took several rather energetic and creative trips around the office. Then Anya made Lilah wear the heels and the corset (but not the panties) and pretend to take a phone call at the desk, while Anya was underneath it, licking and sucking on her clit until Lilah stopped talking and the cell phone hit the desk with a thud.
Spending an eternity stuck in an office might be a special hell, but Anya didn't care as long she and Lilah were able to fuck like rabbits.
viciouswishes' Buffyverse Down and Dirty Femmeslash PWP Ficathon. My apologies!Requested by:
zgirl714Pairing: Lilah/Anya
Requests (1 or 2): Darkly surreal and a corset
Restrictions (1 or 2)): They have to be dead in some sort of afterlife
Warnings: Light BDSM. (Attention
mpoetess, there is SPANKING.)Rating: NC-17
Length: 2485 words
Betas:
bunnyohare, karenor, keswindhover. Thanks SO much to all of you.A Special Hell
When she realized she'd died, Anya thought for sure she would go to Arashmahar, because she was quite sure there wasn't any such thing as heaven or hell, just lots of weird demon realms and alternate dimensions. After all, she'd been to lots of those places when she was a vengeance demon.
But through some kind of sick cosmic joke, she'd ended up in a Wolfram & Hart-run nightmare of an alternate universe -- some kind of bleak Edward Scissorhands suburban landscape where she'd almost completely forgotten who she was -- and some guy whom she thought was supposed to be her husband kept nagging her every morning to go fetch some stupid thing from the basement. Every time she went down there a large ugly demon tied her to a rack and used lots of odd sex toys on her but never let her have an orgasm. Then she had to wake up and do it all over again. Each time she failed to come, she got the nagging feeling it had happened before. Somehow there was never any private time for self-pleasure, and her brain could hardly even focus on the possibility. It was a special kind of torture and she didn't think she could last much longer.
Then some tall bossy lawyer type showed up and yanked her necklace off. At first she was really pissed off, because one thing she did remember from her previous life was how unbelievably annoying it was the last time some idiot did that. But then all her memories came rushing back, and she fully realized the special hell she was in. She was quite glad to leave, even if it did mean passing through a furnace before she even got a chance to have an orgasm.
---
Post-mortem, Lilah quickly grew tired of moving between dimensions. It was definitely a plum assignment for the luckiest of the "in perpetuity" crowd, but it wasn't always glamorous. Once she had to go to Pylea to collect all the files on transported "cows", as well as the remains of the local Wolfram & Hart liaison. Another time she stopped by Skip's "mall" dimension to pick up a few things, including a really cute pair of shoes and a demon executioner for a ritual sacrifice. But it wasn't all glory. Most of the time she spent in a windowless Afterlife Office, waiting for the phone to ring with a new assignment. Sometimes she got really bored and re-programmed the sacrificial answering service.
Getting to interact directly with the living was usually fun in comparison, but it frequently made Lilah sad, especially when she had to lay eyes on Wesley. Consequently she relished this latest assignment to "fix the Anya situation", because it didn't involve Wesley at all. Plus she got to kill the bitch who stole her office. Eve was the perfect replacement for Anya. Lilah smirked as Eve woke up and realized what was about to happen. She struggled to resist as Lilah fastened the clasp around the back of her neck, but she was a lot smaller than Lilah, and not nearly as clever. By the time Eve had started forming a plan 'B', the furnace door had already slammed shut on Anya and Lilah's retreating backs, and her memories were quickly fading.
---
The exhilaration of the escape wore off quickly. The worst thing about the afterlife was the seemingly endless waiting. The time between assignments always stretched on like a windless desert night. This particular waiting room was exactly like any purgatorial waiting room -- mind-numbingly dull, especially since this time there were no other people for people-watching, and the elevator music was much worse than usual. No windows, four walls, a chair, a desk with empty drawers, one paper clip on the floor, and (according to Anya) a complete lack of shrimp.
Lilah always hated the waiting, but this time at least she has someone with her to relieve the boredom. Only Anya was almost too chatty.
---
"Are you sure there's no shrimp? I was totally kidding about the world without shrimp." Shrimp, shrimp, shrimp. Blah blah blah. God, she was hungry now. That was the least of it. The stories of dismembered adulterous boyfriends were fun at first, because hey, Lilah loved a good story involving blood and guts, what W&H lawyer didn't? But after a while, even she couldn't take it anymore. Then she told a lot of stories about her ex -- some guy named Xander. Blah blah orgasms, blah blah love, blah blah pathetic. The talking just went on and on and on and on.
"Just shut up for once, you crazy bitch!" A horrible silence fell between them, sickeningly filled by the sounds of Kenny G from the tinny Muzak-Makers set into the door.
Anya shoved her, Lilah shoved back, someone threw a punch, and then they were on the floor. Anya lay pinned beneath Lilah, who held one high heel, spike down, threateningly against the other woman's throat.
"OK, OK, no more stories." The high heel thudded to the boring tan carpet.
---
Anya suddenly realized she was really, really horny, and that this might be the first time in years she actually had a chance to do something real about it. That stupid basement. Lilah might be pissed off at her, but that was actually kind of exciting. Being rescued was kind of a turn-on, too.
"Hey, there are other ways to pass the time besides fighting, you know."
Anya was still pinned under her, so Lilah's lips were very close, and she impulsively arched up and kissed them.
---
What the hell, it was a lot better than being bored. Lilah went with it. She kissed Anya back, tentatively at first, but then with insistence, pressing harder against the warm body trapped beneath hers, feeling the other woman's nipples harden with pleasure. She figured the more she kissed her, the less likely the chatter would start again. Still, Anya managed it anyway.
"Get off me so I can remove my clothes and we can have lots and lots of orgasms!" Anya fluttered her eyelashes, and tried to roll, but she wasn't quite strong enough. Instead, Lilah sat up and ripped her suit skirt all the way up, lengthening the side slit, then ground her hips against Anya's. This stopped all struggling, and Lilah used the opportunity to rip off Anya's blouse and bra. She laughed her low, throaty laugh, and finally got up, taking off her restrictive suit along the way. She was tired of this kind of game. It was time for a different one.
"Alright, if you're so eager, you tell me what to do, you big slut." Lilah issued this like a challenge, dropping her skirt on the floor like the proverbial gauntlet.
---
Rid of the outer layer of lawyer-wear, Lilah now wore only a red corset, panties and garters. The high heels were under the desk. Anya took it all in, the full breasts with perky nipples, the tight ass, perfect for spanking. Body parts didn't have to strictly interlock in a traditional sense to be fun, she realized. Orgasms were totally on the horizon.
Lilah was sitting in the chair at the desk, just smiling a little. Not moving but full of anticipation.
"Get up. Pretend you just dropped that paper clip." Anya cracked her blouse like a whip. "Good. Now lean down and pick it up." Lilah had clearly done this before, because she went nice and slow and bent at just the right angle, giving Anya lots of time to appreciate every curve and new revelation. But she evidently hadn't done the next part before, at least not in this particular scenario, because she gasped when Anya's hand came down on her right buttock, making a clear, satisfying smack that almost covered the gasp.
---
This was even better than the time she took orders from Wesley over the phone. He was always just a little bit too predictable. Anya didn't seem to have a lot of social conditioning; she just went with whatever popped into her head. Lilah appreciated a girl without inhibitions.
The force of the second blow sent her down onto the floor. Before she could guess what would happen next, she felt Anya straddling her back, surprisingly naked already and pressing wetly and a little too hard against the lacy bottom edging of the corset. The lace that had at first merely fringed the top of Lilah's ass now stuck damply to her skin.
"Now you're going to put the paperclip between your teeth. Don't let it fall, and don't swallow it. That way you won't be able to curse me and my evil ways when I fuck you senseless." If her incessant chattering hadn't come to an end, Lilah would have preferred Anya bit the damn clip, but this was just as well, because now the senior partners wouldn't hear her moans from three dimensions away. She did as she was told.
"Also, I need some equality here, missy, so lose the corset." When Lilah hesitated, Anya rolled her eyes. "Oh for crying out loud --" Anya knew her way around a corset, for she had Lilah rolled over on her back and the corset undone in no time. The garter hooks, newly undone, sprung away and then back with force, stinging Lilah's thighs. Anya took a little more time with the red panties, making sure to slide them down in a rather leisurely manner, trailing her fingertips all over them, touching Lilah through them, teasing her. When they were off, she made sure Lilah was on her stomach again, ass in the air.
As the smacks came down on Lilah's bare ass, she felt the cheap carpet digging into her in an almost scratchy way, but after a few more smacks the pleasure reverberating from them went straight to her clit and she forgot all about the carpet. A groan escaped her lips, surging out through her clenched teeth. Remembering to focus on not losing the paper clip should have been keeping her from losing herself too soon to mindless lust, but her brain was becoming a white blur of stinging pleasure, and more moans followed the first.
---
"Did I say you could make any noise?" Lilah stopped moaning. Retail wasn't the only area in which Anya enjoyed bossing people around. This was much more exciting, actually. She stopped the spanking and returned to the straddling, pressing her clit into the slit of Lilah's ass, rubbing her breasts against the other woman's back. She let out some very sincere moans at first, but then decided to embellish them a little just to make Lilah feel jealous. Then she kissed Lilah's neck, nudging her to turn her head to the side.
Anya removed the paper clip from Lilah's mouth with her teeth, grazing swollen lips with her own. Quickly she spit out the paper clip so she could get a real taste. The angle was awkward but she didn't care. Lilah's lips were soft but insistent, tongue meeting tongue with unrestrained eagerness. When Anya broke away, Lilah was panting, her eyes half-closed.
"Please," she mumbled.
"Please what, now?" Anya smirked.
"Please, just fuck me already," she whispered.
"Since you asked so nicely then ..." Anya slid down, snaking her right hand between Lilah's thighs and plunging two fingers inside. Lilah arched back against her and Anya let her get up onto her hands and knees, spreading her legs wider and pushing harder and harder against her. She added a finger and curled them under, then sucked on her left index finger and carefully slid it into the only other available orifice.
---
Lilah lost it.
She always was a screamer, but now she'd probably exceeded even her own personal best. Only the industrial sound-dampening ceiling panels saved her from waking up beings several waiting rooms (or several dimensions) away. As she came, she ended the last scream with her low, throaty laugh, collapsing in a heap.
Anya got up and stood over her.
"You don't get to rest down there all day, you broke the rules. I wish you'd just get up here and finish me off already." She prodded Lilah in the ribs with her toe, and Lilah rolled over languorously, carelessly massaging her own breasts. She smiled wickedly.
"Be careful what you wish for, Anya, or should I say Anyanka? Which is it these days? The senior partners never tell me anything any more. I can't believe you would let that particular word leave your lips. You of all people know better than that. So careless, especially in a sentence as ambiguous as that."
Lilah was up and on her in a flash, snatching her purse off a chair with one hand, and backing Anya against a wall with the other, pressing her hard into it with her hips.
"Of course, I'm no vengeance demon, but you did ask. I happen to have a lot of different weapons in here, can't be too careful." She fished around in her purse and whipped one out, holding it threateningly against Anya's jugular. "Fortunately for you, this one only works on vampires." She extracted a condom from her purse and tossed the purse aside, then opened the package with her teeth and rolled the thin latex over the non-pointy end of the stake.
"Wouldn't want anyone getting splinters." Forcefully and without preamble, Lilah spread Anya's legs and slid it easily between her lips. "Hmm, looks like I'm not the only one who gets turned on by a little violence."
"Oh, fuck you." Anya rolled her eyes. "I mean yeah, fuck me. You win." She wrapped a leg up around Lilah's, snaked an arm around her neck and pulled her in for a rough kiss. The wall shook as the stake moved in and out, and Lilah's thumb went to work on her clit. Her other hand reached up and played with Anya's breasts.
---
Anya didn't make a sound, just bucked faster, shuddering with an orgasm that came much too quickly.
The second time, she straddled Lilah and the stake on the desk, riding them so hard the desk splintered. The third time, Anya wished there were a chandelier, or that she had Slayer strength and could hang from the door-frame. However, the chair had wheels, so they took several rather energetic and creative trips around the office. Then Anya made Lilah wear the heels and the corset (but not the panties) and pretend to take a phone call at the desk, while Anya was underneath it, licking and sucking on her clit until Lilah stopped talking and the cell phone hit the desk with a thud.
Spending an eternity stuck in an office might be a special hell, but Anya didn't care as long she and Lilah were able to fuck like rabbits.
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Date: 2005-07-23 05:11 am (UTC)Also, I can picture Lilah shutting Anya up with sex a lot. I can also picture Anya getting very rough with Lilah, and Lilah loving it and saying things like, "Is that the best you've got? Weren't you a vegeance demon?" thus getting to Anya's pride in the sex arena work ethic going, and ... well, you know.
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Date: 2005-07-23 05:24 am (UTC)