Summary; how all Buffy and Angel dark/rape fics end.
Timeline; set after the ending of all Buffy and Angel ever
Disclaimer; all belongs to Joss 'Genius' Wheldon and Mutant Enemy productions and this is a free story intended for internet distribution only.
Rating; PG
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The Rape of Buffy

"Oh great, fish again!" her sarcasm was lost on the mutated swimteam member who unceremoniously dumped an armful of dead sealife on the rocks before her. The others were already feasting from this morning's catch. She hoped they'd be too stuffed to gangfuck her this afternoon but somehow she doubted it.
They always had time for their little fucktoy it seemed. For the millionth time she looked out from the desolate slip of an island towards Sunnydale,
only a few miles away. But they were easily more than a match for her in the sea, it was an impenetrable prison as she'd learned during her numerous
escape attempts. The Judge, resting in a dozen-sealed metal boxes at the bottom of the sound had more chance of escape than she did.

It pushed her backwards on the hard rocks and forced itself upon her. She didn't resist, widening her legs as far as they would go to accommodate his
mighty cock, stretching her hands behind her head in a gesture of passive submission. Sometimes they were gentler when she did that, sometimes it
enraged them that she no longer even put on a show of fighting back. But she could never fail to be impressed by the power and size of huge reptilian
phallus that pinioned her against the sharp, hard rocks, warmed gently by the bright morning sun.

He didn't take long. He picked himself up and strode proudly over to the others. She knew he would be back later, they all would.

She looked at lunch unenthusiastically, her attention drawn to a young marlin amongst the cod and bass. She picked it up, feeling it's spear like sword
nose in her hand. Buffy had never realised how sharp it was, nearly two feet in length. It made a pretty good weapon.

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Willow screamed as the clawed hand reached from the depths and grabbed her blouse. Buffy whirled around, directing the outboard motor into the last
mutant's face, cutting up flesh and bone into a bloody obscene mishmash, it's roaring lost as it fell back into the sea and sank slowly from sight.

There was a moment of silence.

Xander looked at the mangled engine with masculine assurance. "Well, that'stotalled" he exclaimed resignedly. "Cordelia's dad is gonna have my hide for
this!"

Willow fished around in the boat's locker producing a blanket, which she wrapped around Buffy's naked, shivering form. She also found a first aid kit
which she used to start tending her multitude of wounds, Buffy wincing as she cleaned and dressed the chafed and torn areas around her vagina and anus,
rubbed raw from her continuous repeated gang rape at the hands of the swimteam. Xander couldn't bear to look, busying himself trying to use the
boat's radio but it was smashed beyond repair. He returned to the girls to find Will simply hugging the blanket wrapped Buff who stared melancholically
into space. Willow handed him a paddle.

"It was in the locker" she explained simply.

"Alright! Now all we have to do is row into the channel and the current will take us in" he looked at the pair, quickly realising who were the passengers
and who was the galley slave.

"Thank god for the Y chromosome" he declared rolling his eyes and starting to stroke slowly, each rhythmic movement of the oar bringing Sunnydale docks
inexorably closer.

The water lapped around the hull. Overhead the seagulls wheeled, crying wanly in the warm morning air. Willow began to sing softly, a long forgotten song
from childhood.

"Xander row the boat ashore, hallelujah! Xander row the boat ashore,
hallelujah!"

Buffy actually smiled. She joined in. "Willow help to trim the sail, hallelujah!"

"Wish we did have a goddamed sail," exclaimed Xander, his arms straining painfully with the effort.
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She struggled but the tree demon held her firm, tendrils wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her, a thick vine rammed down
her throat, another penetrating her cunny, a third for her anus. Sharp thorns lashed her buttocks and others tortured her nipples in a curiously delightful
manner.

Buffy could feel it draining her life force; it's tendrils invading her every orifice bringing her curious pleasure in addition to death. Resignedly she
bucked her hips to rub her clitoris against the rough bark, building to a climax as she let herself go.
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"I'll get my crew to take away the stump."

"Thanks' Xander. Anyone feel like some barbecue?"

Willow looked at her, puzzled. "I thought you were on a diet?"

Buffy picked her teeth, another piece of tree demon root dislodging itself
and falling to the floor. "Had enough salad to last me a lifetime"

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Buffy lay on her bed her crying her eyes out. She could feel the mummy hand squirming in her womb. She wondered how much longer she could disguise her
horrible violation and impregnation?

She felt the urge to scream again but bit her lip and restrained herself.

But the scream came anyway.

For a moment Buffy thought it had come from her. Then she realised that it was actually from next door.

Dawn.

She crept into Dawn's room, wearing her robe loosely in order to disguise her condtion. Dawn was whimpering and pounding her pillow with her fist.

"Dawn, what's wrong?"

"Buffy, I feel like there's something inside me, something alive, cutting me up from within."

Buffy let her robe fall to the floor. Dawn gazed at Buffy's distended abdomen, horrified. Buffy turned to Willow and Tara who had arrived in the
doorway, summoned by Dawn's cries.

"There's something I need to tell you"

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"Congratualtions" Xander said, holding the squirming object firmly in his tongs. "It's a mummy hand."

"Told you they couldn't resist the icon of Isis" Giles remarked pocketing the charm.

"Want to christen your new 'baby'?" Tara asked, offering Buffy the Troll hammer as Dawn helped her dress.

When she was finished Anya swept its' remains up with very fine broom.

"You ok?" Buffy inquired of Dawn. Dawn nodded, no longer troubled by the sympathy pains she had felt for her sister, the reason that had finally
convinced Buffy to reveal her plight to the other Scoobies. For the Summer's girls were more than sisters...

"One day I'll have a real baby in there, we both will" Buffy thought. "And that'll be very different, that'll be wonderful."

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The conversion chamber opened and Adam's new creation stepped out.

Buffy had long given up struggling against Adam's superior strength. When he'd ripped her outer clothes off she'd voluntarily removed her underwear
and stepped naked at his command into the conversion chamber, fearful but strangely excited and curious what her new life as Adam's slave would be
like?

To a casual observer it seemed that Buffy looked perfectly normal but now had a series of piercings, pierced nipples, pierced clit, matching wrist and
ankle bracelets with earrings. But actually they were cybernetic implants that relayed his instructions directly to her reprogrammed brain. The
necessary drugs also had the side benefit of making her ample breasts permanently engorged and swollen.

"Slave?" he asked her.

"Yes master" she replied evenly. She felt a little twinge of pleasure when she used the words, her implants stimulating her clit and nipples. She
marvelled at her master's ingenuity, every time she obeyed him she'd feel pleasure, every time she disobeyed, pain. Not that she had any intention of
disobeying him, not after all the brainwashing she'd undergone.

Adam smiled, pleased that his plan had gone so well, that the Slayer was now his to command. But looking over her naked body he felt something else,
something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Lust.

He noticed that Buffy was staring at his crotch, the huge bulge there obvious to all. He looked away embarrassed, actually blushing.

She hurled herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, pressing her body against his. He started to fight,
thinking she was attacking him but instead found that she was kissing him. He quickly found himself kissing her back, his massive hands exploring her
nubile, petite body.

They finally broke the kiss, Buffy stroking the side off his face.

"Still want to conquer the world?" she asked.

Before Adam knew what he was doing he was shaking his head. He suddenly realised that he didn't actually want to conquer the world any more. In
fact, he didn't want to hurt anybody.

It occurred to Adam that he had somehow absorbed some of Buffy's soul via their psychic link. It also occured to him that it was far too late to do
anything about it.

Buffy looked him up and down. "We're going to have to do something about your appearance. Get Will to do a glamour so that I can take you out in public.
And we're going to have to get you a whole new wardrobe, the whole Rambo army-surplus thing was over decades ago."

"Women!" thought Adam "Always trying to change you."

"I heard that!" Buffy proclaimed, reading his mind.

"Oh brother!"

"And that!"

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She opened her eyes. The noise of Rome at night filled her ears.
  They called it the eternal city. Certainly the traffic was. But it was wonderful, teeming with joyous humanity and contented felines down at the Colloseum.
She didn't sweat any more. Didn't cry out or tremble in her sleep anymore. The monsters that invaded her dreams had long since lost the power to terrify her as they once had. She had long since made friends with them in her mind.
 She picked herself up and walked to the door. A dark haired figure was slumped over the dinner table.
 Her beautiful Faith. In many ways her sister just as much as Dawn was, the love between endless and unquantifiable. No matter what happened between them they would alway end up here, alive, physically perfect, always reconciled. Their bond was infinite and unbreakable.
 She stroked Faith's hair tenderly causing her to stir, lifting her head up from where she had fallen asleep preparing next weeks lesson plan for the Slayer academy. It was amazing how well she had taken to being the beloved instructor of thousands of young slayers, adored just as much as Buffy was.  Faith looked up into Buffy's eyes and smiled. No words were needed between them.
   For Faith had the nightmares too.
They walked hand in hand into Dawn's room. She was slumbering softly, sucking her thumb, a picture of adorableness that was hard to equal. She opened her eyes as Buffy slipped in beside her but closed them again, knowing exactly why her big sister was there and what she needed. It didn't perturb her in the least.
 Her beautiful, wonderful Dawn. Being the Slayer had robbed her off so much but it had given her Dawn and that made up for every bit of it. Dawn and Faith made it all worthwhile.
  She was beginning to honestly wonder if there was anything Dawn couldn't do? If there were any limitations on the power of The Key? She sometimes thought she'd been sent to them not to be protected but to teach this ultimate power in the universe the difference between right and wrong, to raise her as a Summer's girl with all the love and decency that entailed. Besides energy could never be created or destroyed just reformed. And what a perfect form Dawn was!
 Faith stripped to her underwear and slipped in beside them. Buffy lay in the middle, wrapping her arms around their shoulders as they circled their's around her waist. 
It didn't matter.

None of it did. Not here, not now.

She'd never asked for this, never asked for any of it. All she'd ever wanted to be was an ordinary girl. She'd been chosen out of all the millions of
girls in the world. It was an honour she could do without.

She thought of all she'd suffered. The violence, torture, madness, rape, impregnation, enslavement, being sired, death. Unimagineable horrors dreamt up by evil little minds hunched over their computer keyboards. She could never understand why they would want to hurt her or the people she loved?
 She'd never wanted any of it.

Yet she survived, she overcame, she escaped, she triumphed over it all. She always escaped, always overcame the odds. No spell that couldn't be overcome.
No prison, bonds or walls, no hypnotism, brainwashing, chains, webbing or dimensions could hold her. No damage to the world that couldn't be undone. Time itself was maleable. She would never be defeated, she'd even overcome being transformed into a vampire, a demon, a robot, eaten alive, used as a breeding machine. She'd survived hell incarnate. And death itself.

She always found a way. That or she was rescued, by her friends (hell, they had a telepathic connection!), the Watcher's Council, the government's
supernatural organisation, someone from school. Someone from another fanfic genre. Evil could never prevail against her.

Nothing physical would ever harm her. No youth and beauty that couldn't be regained. Whatever injuries she sustained, maiming, even supernatural impregnation, she would get over. Magic, Slayer healing, the Initiative's (or whatever had replaced them) surgeons, those psychic healers' they'd discovered in LA. She was beginning to think she could cure a rainy day. Her body was always flawless.

But her mind and soul were battered beyond belief.

Her suffering was so great, sometimes she couldn't bear it. All the pain she'd endured, all those people she'd loved and lost. That's what really
hurt, that's what really cut her to the core. Sometimes she still felt the Slayer deathwish. It still haunted her. To make it all end.

She thought of all she had lost, all that being the Slayer had taken away from her. She felt like weeping.

But she always ended up here, here in the arms of those who loved her. And they were always there, whomever she lost there were always more to replace
them. She couldn't imagine why, couldn't comprehend who could love her, the girl who brought such misery and destruction in her wake.

But they always did.

And it didn't matter, not here, not now. She would always end up here, now, in the arms of those who loved her. She saved everyone, from her own genre and every other, no matter what the dark-ficcers did she could always set it right. And here and now, in this place all that she had suffered seem to fade to nothingness.
They stirred in their sleep. Buffy nestled in beside them all the closer, wrapping her arms a little closer around them. The radio played softly in kitchen, Beth Neilson Chapman's music drifting lightly on the air and into the bedroom.
 
 "All I have is all I need,
And it all comes down to you and me.
How far away this world becomes,
In the harbor of each others arms."
 In this place, there could be no wrong.