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~Part: 11~
Willow had thought nothing could be worse than the whip he had used on her back. His latest gadget proved her wrong. She didn't know what it was, but it had several long leather straps that hurt as they hit her skin. It was the same burning sensation as the other had caused only multiplied by a thousand. And he had moved his target. Standing in front of her, allowing her to see the amused smile and satisfied blue eyes, still so cold and empty despite the obvious joy he was finding in beating her. She wanted to beg him to stop, to cry, to pray to the gods that he release her, to threaten him, to argue. Something, anything would have been better than the silence she was able to produce.
"Damn stockings getting in the way," he said crossly as he looked at the silk covered leg. He moved behind her again, his cock throbbing slightly as he saw her back. The light covering of blood, his bite on her upper shoulder, the marks from the whip scarring her previously unmarred flesh. He leaned down, licking at a drop of blood before it disappeared into the waist of her skirt. His tongue moved from her lower back upwards, cleaning the area of the blood. When it was again pale freckled flesh, he smiled. Swinging his hand, he listened as the leather made contact with her skin.
Willow kept her eyes open, though she wished she could close them to block out her present reality. The leather hit her skin, tap tap tap tap...intensifying the pain that had already existed from the previous beating. She wondered how much blood she could lose before she'd pass out. She wondered if she would wake up if she did pass out. It didn't feel like a heavy flow of blood, though she wasn't really sure what a lot of blood would have felt like. She thought she would feel it more if there was a lot of it. So far, it was just slightly sticky, a few drops all she was aware of. He had licked most of it off, it seemed. Her eyes closed slightly as she sucked in a breath as he added more strength to the blows. It hurt so much.
Spike used his new toy on her for half an hour. He changed the power in his swings, never building up a rhythm she could identify, keeping her off guard. In between swings, he'd lick at the blood or nibble her shoulder or bite her again. Three deep bites now covered her back, one on each shoulder blade and one low on her back. He'd not taken much blood on any of the bites, knowing that he would have enough of her before he was through and not wanting to waste any unnecessarily. He finally pulled back when her head fell forward, her breathing becoming a struggle as she tried to remain conscious. She was a fighter, he'd give her that. Most humans would have been out long before now, though he hadn't really done all that much damage considering. Angelus had taught him to move slowly, though, knowing it was far more enjoyable when they were aware of their torture. Beating an unconscious person was no fun at all. His eyes moved over her as surveyed her back again. He saw that she had dug her nails into the palms of her hand, a light amount of blood drawn from the deepness of the wound. Her wrists were red and raw after having rubbed against her restraints for nearly an hour and a half now. He watched a drop of blood move down her arm, his eyes narrowing as he licked his lips.
He caught Drusilla's eyes, seeing his sire watching with pleasure. He smiled at her enjoyment, his hand lowering as he adjusted the erection that had been pressing against his jeans during the majority of Red's beating. Every cry, every scream, every gasp had made him harder. There had been once, when he had bitten her on her lower back, when he had had to stop drinking for fear of cumming in his pants like some silly school boy. He honestly wasn't fond of his reaction to beating her, to tasting her. He knew it was because he was using her to get even with the slayer. The thrill of teaching that bitch a lesson was turning him on. It certainly wasn't this little scrap of a human, with her long red hair and those suspicious green eyes. Humans did nothing for him.
He picked up the whip he had first used, moving it over the fresh blood that lightly covered her back. When it was soaked, he moved past her, his shoulder knocking her off balance as she used what little strength she still possessed to right herself. He could feel her eyes on him, watching him. She no longer closed them, having learned something finally. He held up the whip as he neared his sire, smiling as she licked her lips, her eyes watching the blood move over the hard surface. "A treat, Princess."
"Thank you, Spike," she said, taking the whip and licking it. She closed her eyes and groaned in pleasure at the taste of the redhead's blood. Opening them, yellow flashed as she sucked the whip into her mouth, licking away all traces of the blood. When she was finished, she looked back at the redhead, smiling as she set the whip down. She pulled Spike to her, her mouth going to his ear as she whispered, "Kitten likes your games, Spikey. Can you smell her? Those big green eyes, so scared yet so excited. She's frightened by what she's feeling, my boy. My poor little confused kitten. We must help her."
"Dru, you're daft," he said with a frown as he glanced at the girl, not completely understanding Drusilla's words. He sniffed the air, smelling only blood and sweat. He rolled his eyes, deciding that Dru had spent too much time indoors. Then, he smelled it. So faint that it was almost undetectable. His lips twisted into a wicked smile as he processed this new and surprising information. Red was aroused.
~Part: 12~
Willow didn't like Spike's smile, not one bit. She hadn't liked Drusilla whispering to him or his whispered response either. She wanted to know what they planned. She couldn't change it, but she could at least know what to expect. Maybe she wouldn't be as scared of dying if she knew it was going to happen. Now, this smile. It was worse than any of the others. His eyes were watching her, studying her, a thoughtful look on his handsome face. Who would have ever guessed that the devil could look so handsome? That's what Spike was, she had decided somewhere during her last beating. A blue eyed devil meant to make her life hell.
"Aye, I'll help her, Princess," Spike said with a smirk as he kissed Drusilla briefly before facing the redhead. Her arousal changed things. There so many more pleasant forms of torture that could scar her far worse than simply beating. After all, the mind was a terrible thing to waste. Who'd have guessed the little girl was into pain? This would work to his advantage and then some. He began to rethink his plans for her, new ideas taking shape as he moved towards her. This could be far more damaging than a few physical scars and some brief pain that would fade in time. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun.
"So, luv, what were you supposed to be?" he asked conversationally, his eyes raking over her. The skimpy black shirt hanging loose from being cut up the back. The short skirt barely covering her decency. Black silk stockings covering long legs that he knew would be pale as the rest of her.
Willow didn't respond, not able to breathe as he looked at her. The anger was still there, but the emptiness had faded, replaced by something she didn't recognize but scared her nonetheless. She watched his lips twist into a smirk, his tongue licking its way across his full bottom lip as he chuckled at her fear.
"Your costume?" he continued, gesturing to it. "What were you supposed to be?"
"Kitten, you'd better answer him," Drusilla warned, a smile on her face as she watched and waited. "You might make him angry."
"A rocker chick," Willow whispered, using Buffy's earlier description, her voice hoarse. She continued to watch him, preparing herself for his attack. He had no weapon, yet, but she expected him to lash out at any time.
"Rocker chick?" he snorted, rolling his eyes. "That had to be the slayer. What are you, really?"
"I don't understand," she said quietly, watching him.
He moved closer, taking hold of her chin as he smiled, "That's not the correct answer, Red."
Willow remained silent as his hands gripped her chin painfully. She didn't know why he was doing this, beating her than talking and insulting her before beating her again. It was all a game to him. Her entire life was in his hands and he found it amusing. She hated him, she decided. Hated him more than any other demon or person she'd ever met.
He moved his right hand to her leg, running his fingers over the silky stocking, "Do you know what you are tonight? Do you know the right answer?"
Willow felt his fingers move up her leg, touching the lace edge of her stocking before moving to her flesh. She felt the coolness of his touch on her leg her body tensing as she watched his eyes, finding herself unable to look away as he continued to speak, his hand moving higher up her leg.
"You're nothing more than a vampire's whore," he said softly, his hand moving against her panties, finding them wet. He moved his finger against them, sharply pushing against her clit as she gasped, her eyes widening in fear as she tried to move away from him. He removed his hand from underneath her skirt, showing the glistening evidence of her arousal as he smiled, inhaling the scent as his eyes stayed on hers, "You're body can't lie, pet. You're just my little whore."
~Part: 13~
Buffy woke up with a groan, covering her face with her pillow as early morning sunlight filled her room. She slapped at her alarm, finally hitting the right button to stop the annoying beeping. She used to set it to music but found that she would often continuing sleeping, the music turning up in her dreams rather than waking her up. So, now, she was stuck with that damn beeping. She sighed as she realized that she had already hit the sleep button twice. If she laid in bed much longer, she wouldn't have enough time to get ready before having to run to school. That thought didn't please her at all, so she moved the pillow.
She sat up, running a hand through her hair as she yawned. She'd been out rather late the night before, the entire evening being pretty draining both physically and mentally. Angel had come back home with her, staying for nearly two hours and just talking before taking his leave shortly before dawn. The result was less than four hours sleep and a dull pain in her arm from being jerked around by Spike. A frown crossed her lips as she remembered just how close she had come to dying that night. Spike had proven to be a worthy adversary when she was at her best. At her worst, and he could prove to be her defeat. She didn't like that knowledge at all.
She went to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and brushing her teeth before moving to her closet. She opened it, noticing that Willow had left her school clothes over after changing. She picked them up, folding them and placing them in an empty sack to take to her friend. Personally, she thought she should burn them. The fuzzy sweater and baggy jeans did nothing to showcase Willow's beauty, instead hiding the fact that the redhead was hot. It would be the act of a true friend, destroying the clothes. Maybe she could sneak over and take all of Willow's comfort clothes until the redhead was forced into acknowledging that she was a babe. Buffy finally decided that such an act might destroy the friendship rather than help it so she'd be content in pressuring Willow to be daring as much as possible without the covert operation. Besides, she knew that her best friend was still gaining confidence, still trying to figure out who she was. It wouldn't help if she pushed too much.
Buffy finally chose a violet shirt and a pair of blue jeans, getting dressed quickly. She fixed her face and her hair, deciding that she looked pretty good to have been near death not twelve hours before. She picked up her phone as she went back to her closet to look for her shoes. She hit one, listening as Willow's number was dialed. She was going to see if she could just meet Willow at her house to drop off the clothes before school instead of them meeting at the end of the street like they usually did. It would be easier plus she was early for once. She kind of wanted to brag to her punctual friend that she was actually ahead of schedule. She found her boots, listening as the ringing continued.
She went to her bed, grabbing a pair of socks on the way. Sitting down, she clicked the phone off, deciding she must have somehow hit the wrong button. Watching the phone, she hit one again. She glanced at the clock as it rang its fifth ring, knowing that Willow would already be ready and finishing any last minute homework corrections. She put the phone down, deciding that she was overreacting. Willow had been out late, too. There'd been that big fight with Spike and the tiny terrors. The redhead was probably running behind. Yeah, that had to be it. Or maybe she'd already left to meet Buffy. Enjoy the cool morning air after a rather hectic night. Buffy put her boots on and grabbed her coat, her backpack and the bag with Willow's clothes. She didn't want to keep her friend waiting any longer than necessary.
~Part: 14~
Willow stared at Spike's finger, unable to deny the wetness she saw. This couldn't be happening. She could not be aroused by this. Disgust and shame swept over her as her eyes dropped to the floor. She was being beaten, was in more pain than she'd ever experienced, and she was wet. What did that make her? What horrible person was she? She wished he'd just kill her. She was so confused. What kind of pervert must she be? She couldn't be enjoying this, she couldn't. She felt tears threatening to fall as she struggled to deal with her bodies reaction to her torture.
Spike saw the flicker of emotions in the green eyes before the looked at the floor. He smiled, pleased to see the self disgust. This was working out better than he had hoped. He'd figured some beating, a few scars and then leave her for the slayer. Fuck up the friendship and hurt the blonde bitch. Now, though, with this new knowledge, the game had changed. It had become more serious, in a way. It was no longer just about hurting the slayer. This was between him and Red. He wanted to break her, to make her admit the truth. His eyes flickered over her body, studying her silently as he sucked his finger into his mouth. She tasted much like her blood, innocent and sweet. Two things he hated.
He moved to the table, picking up a knife before moving back to her. He put the weapon in his back pocket as his hand moved under her chin. Roughly, he forced her to look at him, a slow smile crossing his face as he saw the defeat in her eyes. "You know, don't you? Nothing but a whore, my whore."
"No," she denied weakly, hating the idea of letting him win. She couldn't control her body, but she damn well could control her mind. He couldn't break her.
"Tsk, tsk, luv," he shook his head. "Admit it, Red, and I might stop."
"Go to hell," she hissed, rather proud of the courage she had found to make that statement. Proud until he pulled back and slapped her face so hard she could hear her teeth shake. A wave of pain spread from her face as her vision blurred.
"You want to play more? Fine," he smiled, glad that she wasn't finished with the game either. This was fun, he had to admit. The most fun he'd had since coming to this awful town. He glanced back at his sire and saw her watching, a small smile on her lips. He'd seen that smile before and it caused him to pause. She knew something. He studied her a moment, wanting to ask what caused that secret smile, but knowing that he would remain silent. Instead, he turned back to Red, admiring the imprint of his hand that was forming on her cheek. He felt his cock harden as he listened to the rapid beating of her heart, the sweet scent of her arousal mixing with the smell of sweat and blood. It was intoxicating, that scent. Unique to Red. He licked his lips as he saw her look at him finally, those green eyes wide with fear and strength. He reached behind his back and removed the knife from his pocket, smiling a smile that had caused grown men to cry like babies, huskily telling her, "The game is just beginning, luv," as he raised the knife.
~Part: 15~
Willow flinched when she saw the knife, moving away from him as much as she could. She looked at him, freezing when she saw the look in his eyes. He was going to kill her. She was going to die. Despite everything, she rebelled at that idea. She didn't deserve to die. It wasn't her time. She still had things she wanted to do. She wanted to beg, but knew that words would do nothing. He wanted her to admit to a lie. She was not a whore. She was not his anything. She couldn't control her body, couldn't understand why she would be aroused by the pain she had felt, but that did not make her a whore. She'd rather die than give him the satisfaction of winning so she remained silent, ready for him to kill her.
Spike saw the defiance in her eyes, knew it would take more than this to break his little girl. This was just part of the game. If she broke too easily, where was the fun? He laughed softly as he moved the knife over her neck, the flat side touching her skin and causing her to jump slightly. Still she didn't beg. Good girl, he thought as his eyes caught hers. With a sinister smile, he moved his hand suddenly, listening to her breath catch and watching her eyes widen before she realized that he had cut into the fabric of her shirt and not into her flesh. He cut the fabric until the shirt fell to the ground, kicking it out of the way as his eyes remained on hers, reminding her that he had the power.
"Poor little kitten is cold," Drusilla said as she watched her childe, noticing that she had startled him, causing him to glance at her as if he had forgotten for a moment that she was there. She smiled as she sat up, pleased that he was enjoying himself.
"She's about to get even more cold, luv," Spike said with a wink before he looked back at the redhead. He avoided looking into her eyes, annoyed that they had captivated him just moments earlier. His hand moved to the middle of her cotton bra, pulling sharply, the straps ripping from the force of his action. He tossed the rag on the floor beside her torn shirt, his hooded eyes moving over her bare chest. Her breasts were pert and well proportioned to her body, a bit more than a handful but not as full as Drusilla's. More pale skin with only a few random freckles. Her stomach was flat, but she didn't starve herself; she wasn't skin and bones like so many girls her age. His eyes moved back up her body, noticing the pale pink nipples that were hard, either from the cold or excitement, maybe a combination of both. He didn't touch her, instead studying her intently without saying a word. For a brief moment, he wished he had Angelus' talent for sketch. He'd have enjoyed having a memento of this evening. Alas, his talents lay elsewhere.
He caught her eyes again, knowing that the anticipation was killing her. She was ready for him to strike, waiting for his blow, so instead he smiled. The smile didn't reach his eyes which were still cold and empty as they moved over her. He'd not shown a single emotion to her, not even disgust or hatred. It was if she wasn't important enough to rate. She could have been handled it all better if he was angry, if he was shouting and hating. Instead, this weird game of silence then conversation then pain was not predictable. She wanted to look away, aware that two vampires were the first people to see her half naked. She was ashamed that her body was reacting, uncertain what he now had planned for her, scared that she would not survive the night, and even more scared that she may wish she hadn't when he was finished.
Willow was barely able to stand, having lost the energy to keep her balance. Her arms were beyond the point of hurting, having to support most of her weight and hanging above her head. She was cold. Drusilla had been right about that. Her feet were frozen, the thin silk of the stockings providing no protection from the cold floor. Her back was wet and sticky, with blood she knew. She felt pain radiating from three central places on her back, all places where Spike had bit her. He had taken pleasure in that pain, just as he seemed to enjoy all of it. She almost wished she had just been weak and begged at the start, maybe she'd already be dead instead of facing whatever new games his twisted mind developed. No, if she was going to die, she was going to be strong. She wouldn't beg him for death, no matter what he did to her. She continued watching him as she thought, having learned that lesson.
"My little whore, the scent of your arousal surrounds you like perfume," he said softly, catching her eyes as he moved forward. His hand caught the front of her skirt, his fingers moving in between the fabric and her warm flesh. He felt her stiffen at the contact, her heartbeat racing even faster as he moved his fingers along her stomach. Lips twisted into a sneer as he pulled his arm back, ripping the skirt easily. Before she could realize what he planned, he had the panties off her, tossed to the side with the rest of her rags. Now, finally, she was bared to his heated gaze. He smiled as he whispered, "This is how you should always be, pet. Alive with arousal and need, desire clouding your judgment, wanting me to beat you, to give you what you so desperately crave. I can, you know. Give you everything you want."
"No," she whispered, not believing that she could want what he was saying, knowing that he was playing with her.
Spike laughed, "Ah, my sweet trembling little virgin whore. You can deny it all you want, but your body knows what it craves. Before I finish with you, you'll know the truth. No more running and hiding from who you really are, pet. The slayer can't save you this time."
~Part: 16~
"Where's Willow?"
Xander looked up from his algebra homework and frowned at the blonde slayer that had just entered the library, "I don't know. I thought she usually walked to school with you."
"She does," Buffy couldn't ignore the sense of foreboding that was again nagging at her mind. "You're sure she isn't here?"
"Yeah," Xander said as worried dark eyes looked at Buffy, "She didn't answer her door? You're sure she wasn't just sleeping late or sick?"
"I have a spare key, Xander," Buffy said moving her hands over her arms as she began to pace, "the house was empty. I didn't see the clothes she wore last night, Xander. I'm really scared. Willow isn't the type to stay out all night. Especially after a fight."
"What's wrong?" Giles asked as he left his office, his eyes immediately noticing the agitation in his slayer and the worried look in Xander's eyes. "Buffy, what happened?"
"We don't where Willow is," Buffy said quietly, her voice a near whisper as she felt tears threatening to spill. "It's my fault. I felt like something was wrong but ignored it. I spent hours talking to Angel after we left the warehouse and never even called to make sure Willow had gotten home. She never went home last night, Giles."
"Dear God," Giles whispered, his mind conjuring up many visions of what could have happened to the quiet redhead. Gathering his thoughts, he said, "Maybe there is an explanation. Is there any where else she might have gone?"
"No," Xander shook his head. "We're all she has, Giles. She would have called us if something was wrong."
"I can't lose her, Giles," Buffy said softly, her nails digging into her arm as she stared at the floor, her eyes blurring from unshed tears. "She has to be okay. I have to find her. I have to save her. It's all my fault!"
"Buffy, snap out of it," Giles said curtly, not wanting to be rude, but he couldn't handle this with Buffy's hysterics. "She'll be okay. We'll find her. Do we have any idea what might have happened?"
"I don't know!" Buffy yelled at him, her hand moving through her blonde hair as she began to pace again, not even giving Cordelia a second look as the popular girl came into the library.
"What's wrong?" Cordelia asked Xander, her eyes watching Buffy. She knew something was wrong, having never seen the slayer quite like this.
"Willow's missing. She never made it home last night," Xander said softly, fear evident in his eyes.
"No," Cordelia shook her head, hoping they were just playing a joke on her. She had grown to rather like the redhead, though she'd never admit it to anyone. She would never let any of this little gang know she had started to care about them because she couldn't possibly be friends with any of them. Yet, hearing that Willow was gone made her sit down and whisper, "She can't be dead."
"She's not dead!" Buffy said, glaring at the cheerleader. "She can't be dead. I won't let her be dead. We're going to find her and then I'm going to kill whoever was stupid enough to touch her! No one messses with the slayer's best friend."
"Buffy, when is the last time you saw her?" Giles asked, knowing how difficult it was for all of them to put aside their emotions and focus on finding Willow, but it had to be done. The longer it took, the worst it might be for the redhead.
Buffy sighed, moving to sit down as she thought back, "It was before I kicked Spike's ass. When I had finished, once he had run away, she wasn't there."
"It was when the spell was broke," Xander said, "when we all became normal again and were no longer our costumes."
"So it would be safe to assume that she was taken back to her costume," Giles said. "That would have been several miles from where you were. It's obvious she never made it home, so someone had to take her on her way."
"What about Spike?" Cordelia asked softly, feeling them turn to look at her. "What? He's like so the obvious choice here. Buffy kicks his ass. He runs away and sees Willow. He's definitely strong enough to take her. And I don't think he'd care all that much about pissing Buffy off."
"She's right," Buffy whispered, the fear being replaced by anger as she said, "that bastard took Willow to get back at me. He's going to regret the day he ever set foot in Sunnydale!"
"Buffy, does Angel know where Spike is?" Giles asked, knowing that if Cordelia was right and Spike did have Willow, they had even less time than he had hoped. Another demon might have kidnapped the girl in exchange for something. Spike was a sadistic angry master vampire that wanted nothing more than to hurt the slayer that had defeated him repeatedly. They had to get to Willow before it was too late.
"I don't think so," Buffy said as she got to her feet. "I can go over there, ask him. We don't have a lot of time, do we, Giles?"
"I'm afraid that we might already be too late," he said truthfully, watching as the fear was replaced by determination in the teens' eyes.
"We're not too late," Xander said. "I'd have felt it if she was gone. She's still alive."
"I'm with Xander. Willow is alive and waiting for us to save her," Buffy said, praying to every God she had ever heard about that her words were true. "Come on, let's go talk to Angel."
~Part: 17~
"Don't," Willow begged as Spike just laughed.
"Why do you deny it, Red?" he asked huskily as he moved his fingers between her legs, surprised to find out just how wet she was. He could drown in the scent of her. His eyes narrowed as he turned from her, not liking the direction of his thoughts. He caught Drusilla's eyes, saw his sire watching with a knowing smile. What did she know? What had the damn stars told her this time? With a growl, he faced his redhead again. "You want me, little girl. You want this. Before I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for it!"
"No," she whispered as she shook her head. She couldn't want him. He was a monster. God, why didn't her body listen to her mind? She could feel her juices dripping down her leg, she was so aroused. How could she be enjoying this? How could her body betray her by enjoying his touch? How could she find him arousing? He had beaten her, cut her, tortured her, and she ached for his touch. She was the monster.
"Yes," he whispered with a smirk as he saw the internal debate she was waging with herself. This was much more fun than just beating her and leaving her body for the slayer. He was going to break her into so many pieces the slayer could never put her back together. When he was finished with her, she'd crave only his touch, only his punishments. No other man would ever satisfy her dark desires. His eyes flashed as he thought of another man touching her, moving forward and roughly grabbing her chin forcing her to look into his eyes, "You're mine, Red."
Willow couldn't reply as his lips caught hers in a punishing kiss. She cried out in pain as his hands touched the wounds on her back as he brought her body flush against his. She could feel his erection pressing against her, feeling disgusted with herself as she felt the pain replaced by arousal. She hoped he killed her when he was finished. She couldn't deny that she was scared to death of him, just as she couldn't deny that she was more aroused than she had ever imagined possible. She didn't understand it, hated herself for it, but she couldn't control it. So much pain. Her body was on fire, her arms feeling as if they might break from being hung over her head for so long, her back was covered in her blood and his marks, her legs so weak she felt as if she might fall at any moment. And now, now he had changed his torture from whipping and cutting to this. Kissing and touching. It hurt her far worse than the hardest blow from the whip. She couldn't be enjoying this. She was a good person. She helped fight evil, killed demons. How could she be turned on by being beaten and tortured and now kissed by Spike?
"Whore," he hissed as he pulled his mouth from hers as she arched against him, the scent of arousal overwhelming. He couldn't remember wanting anything more than he wanted her at that moment. The lines between reality and the game were blurring as he found himself responding to her self hatred and disgust, to her need and arousal. He had to fuck her, had to break her, had to have her begging him for his touch, had to have her green eyes shining with desire instead of disgust. "No more denial, little bitch. You're mine."
With those words, he reached up and unfastened the shackles holding her arms. She fell against him like a ragdoll, her legs not able to hold her. She tried to get away from him, fear burning in her eyes as she seemed to read his intent in his eyes. Spitfire was still trying to fight it, to fight what she wanted, what he wanted. He chuckled as he easily subdued the girl that was weak from blood loss and probably hungry. He tossed her over his shoulder, her juices dripping on his bare flesh. He inhaled the scent as he walked, licking his lips in anticipation. Oh yes, breaking her was going to be the most fun. He carried her to the bed, tossing her onto it as he smiled wickedly, "Time to play, Red."
~Part: 18~
Willow cried out as she landed on the bed. The soft cotton of the sheets rubbed against the wounds in her back, a grimace of pain crossing her face as she heard Spike's words. She looked up at him, her breath catching when she saw the look in his cold blue eyes. She had no doubts as to what his definition of playing would consist of, and, even as her body was aching for his touch, her mind was telling her to get away. There would be no turning back once he started playing. She would be forced to accept the perversity of her desire, unable to pretend that it was something that she didn't want. Willow began to scoot away from the end of the bed, her eyes still caught on his. Soon, she felt the cold wall behind her back. There was nowhere to run, no way to escape him or herself.
Spike watched her, his lips twisted into a sneer as she tried to move away from him. Did she think that running would change things? She wanted him, wanted this. She was enjoying it as much as he was. He frowned at that thought. He was enjoying this because it was going to get him some revenge against the stupid slayer. That was the only reason. It had nothing to do with the beautiful redhead with the big green eyes that clearly blazed with lust at the same time they flashed with self-hatred. He wasn't intrigued by the innocent little girl, wasn't consumed with a need to possess her, didn't want to teach her everything she was begging him silently to show her. He wanted to break her. That's all. A broken little present for the slayer. Nothing else. He didn't need anyone, and certainly not some human. He saw her reach the end of the bed, his eyes darkening as he watched her face, saw the resignation enter those pretty eyes as she realized that there was nowhere to run, watched as she seemed to accept her fate. She was his.
Willow knew that this was it. There would be no escape, no rescue. Spike was going to play and there was nothing she could do it. Nothing you want to do about it, a voice inside her head whispered. Where had it come from? This enjoyment of pain that was causing her to want Spike to touch her. Had it always been there, hiding underneath the surface, waiting for the right hand to bring it out? Why Spike? Why did he have to awaken her darkest desires? He had only taken her to hurt Buffy. Now, she was going to be raped by this monster because he had seen something in her eyes that had always been hidden.
Would it be rape, though, that annoying voice whispered? Even now, huddled against the wall, her eyes were watching him in anticipation mixed with fear. She was so aroused that she thought she might explode. Her body was weak, she couldn't even fight him off if she had wanted to. Didn't want to. Wanted him to touch her. No, she couldn't want this. Her friends would never understand. She wanted to go home, forget everything that had happened, forget that she could feel such strong emotions, forget the passion and need that was clouding her morals and her judgment. She made the mistake of looking up, her eyes catching his. Who was she kidding? It was just like he had said. She was his.
Enough of this. He wanted to play. Spike's hand moved to the button on his jeans. He unfastened it, pulling his zipper down as his eyes remained on hers. He freed his cock, pushing the jeans down and kicking them to the floor. He heard her surprised gasp as the fresh scent of fear mixed with her arousal. His eyes moved to her lips, narrowing as her tongue licked them. He walked forward, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock. He moved his left hand to her face, lifting her chin until her scared eyes moved from his erection to meet his eyes again. With a smile, he answered the questions that seemed to be running through her mind, "It *will* fit, luv. I'll make it fit. Now, open your mouth for me."
~Part: 19~
"No," Willow whispered, fear now overriding the arousal that had been tormenting her not five minutes before. She had only ever seen pictures of a man's penis before in a Playgirl that Buffy had found in her Mother's closet. The men in that magazine had seemed big to her, her mind not able to understand how something that size could fit inside her. They had been nothing compared to the sight of a fully aroused Spike. He was long and thick and there was no way he could fit inside her without a lot of pain. She shivered slightly at that idea, her eyes widening as she realized that she would enjoy the pain. That made her protest even more, not wanting to be forced into acknowledging her own depraved needs. Her friends would be ashamed of her, think her as horrible as the demons that fought. She was human, she shouldn't be wanting to taste this darkness that Spike's eyes promised. She shook her head as she tried to move away from the edge of the bed. "No, please God, no…"
"Shhh, kitten," a soft voice spoke in her ear as she felt arms move around her side. Willow had forgotten that Drusilla was there. Oh God, there was no escape. The arms held her tightly, but gently, lips brushing against her ear as the female vampire whispered softly, "open your mouth for my Spikey before you make him angry. You don't want to see him angry, pretty kitty. You wouldn't survive it, little one. My sweet William doesn't understand what is happening, he's confused and angry and he needs you. So, be a good girl and open your mouth."
Willow felt the woman's lips on her neck, knew that it wouldn't take a second for Drusilla to kill her if she refused. She blinked away tears as she realized she couldn't fight it, couldn't fight them, couldn't fight her own twisted needs and wants. She closed her eyes as she opened her mouth, trying her best to ignore the anticipation that was tingling on every nerve ending in her body.
She felt Spike's grip tighten, his thumb brushing over her lips. They were sore, torn from where she had bitten into them during her beating. She felt the bed shift as Drusilla moved away from her, going back to her earlier position to watch. Willow cried out in pain as Spike's hand suddenly tangled in her long hair, pulling it. Her eyes flashed open and she found herself looking into his cold blue eyes.
"You will never close your eyes on me, Red," Spike said, his hand pulling roughly to stress the seriousness of his statement. He wasn't about to have her close her eyes and imagine that she was somewhere else, with someone else. That thought made him lean down until his nose touched hers, "No one else will ever touch you without my permission. If they do, I'll kill them and make you watch. And afterwards, I'll beat you so severely that you'll be praying for a death that I will never allow. You are mine, Red, only mine. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispered, having no doubt that he was serious. Why did she find the idea of belonging to him so appealing? She should have been horrified at the images his words had created, instead she was strangely pleased that he was so possessive of her. What was he turning her into? What was she becoming?
"Good," he snarled as he gave her a rough kiss, his teeth biting her lips until a soft flow of blood could be seen. He raised his head, his eyes catching those of his beautiful sire. He saw her smile softly, seemingly enjoying what was happening between him and Red. He looked away from those knowing eyes, hating that she could see things he couldn't. He loved his sire, was completely devoted to her, would do anything for her, but there were so many times he would feel left out of her world. His eyes looked into shining green eyes and he growled, not understanding why he wanted this girl so much. Sure she was beautiful, but he'd seen far prettier humans and never felt this pull towards them. She was strong, never begging even at the worst of the beatings. She was brave, sitting there now with unshed tears in her eyes as she waited for what he had planned for her, the thick scent of her arousal an intoxicating aroma that would be far too easy to grow accustomed to. Not liking that thought, his eyes darkened as he pushed her head down roughly, needing to feel the warmth of her mouth.
~Part: 20~
Willow felt his fingers in her hair as she was pushed down. She found herself even with his erection, her eyes widening as she wondered what he expected her to do. She'd never done this before, having never even been on a date in her sixteen years. She looked at his penis, noticing that it appeared even larger up close. It had to be at least eight inches, she decided, if not more. There was a substance leaking from the top, coating the head in a white creamy film. She knew the technical details of what was happening, but only from what she had read. She watched him move forward slightly, his hand still stroking that enormous length as he brought the head to her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, knowing that was what was expected. Before she could even breathe, he had pushed half of himself into her mouth.
She was choking on his width, unable to adjust to the presence in her mouth. What was she supposed to do? She tried to remember things she had read, things she had stored up to use for the wonderful first time she was with a boy she loved. How terribly ironic that she would be using those techniques with a demon that was forcing her. She relaxed her throat as he moved inside her mouth, not wanting to gag. She moved her tongue slightly, hearing him groan above her, feeling oddly pleased that she was the cause of that sound. She felt his hands move to her head, one on each side. She gasped when he tangled her hair around his hands and began to move her head against him.
It was too much. She was gagging, unable to breathe. He wouldn't stop moving, his hands pulling tight against her hair as he kept trying to send more of his cock into her mouth. She felt tears on her face as he continued to fuck her mouth, that being the only word to describe what he was doing to her. Was it always like this? She felt herself gagging again as he went even deeper into her mouth and throat. She could feel his balls hitting her chin as he moved, realizing that he had managed to get his entire length into her mouth. He had said he would make it fit. She blinked back tears as she prayed that he would finish soon. This wasn't a pleasurable pain like the other had been. This just hurt, and she could barely breathe and it felt like he was going to rip her hair out.
"Slow down, baby," Dru's soft voice came from behind Spike as he continued to plow into the redhead's warm little mouth. He'd intended to tease her with his cock, make her beg to taste him. But, as soon as her tongue had touched him, he'd lost control. His eyes flashed yellow as he felt Dru's hands on his hips, slowing his thrusts. He turned to glare at her, angry that she had halted his actions. Looking into her eyes, he felt himself calming down. He looked at the redhead, saw the tears and pain on her face, knew that he was doing the one thing he had promised himself he wouldn't. He was forcing her. He couldn't very well break her and leave her in a million confused pieces if she wasn't enjoying what was happening. There was much more guilt if she begged for it, if she tapped the dark needs he had seen flash in her pretty green eyes. If he continued like this, she would be able to cry rape to the slayer and there would be no lie in her words. He hated losing control, hated her for making him lose it.
Spike loosened his grip on her hair as he slowed down, relief going through her as Drusilla stood behind him, the dark vampire's eyes catching Willow's.
"Lick him, my pretty kitten," Drusilla urged as she moved to sit beside the human. "like a lolly. Good girl," Drusilla began to stroke Willow's hair tenderly, easing the pain that Spike had caused when he had been pulling on it. "Look into his eyes, taste him, use your teeth…he likes it when you use your teeth."
Willow found herself obeying the female vampire, scraping her teeth over the head of Spike's cock. She heard him groan, her eyes looking up and catching his. She couldn't look away as he slowly moved into her mouth, her tongue running along his length. She began to participate, her left hand moving up to cup his balls like she had read about one time. She was rewarded by his moan and thrust at her actions. She squeezed them, feeling lips brush against her cheek before Drusilla again left them and went to sit and watch. Willow rubbed her legs together as she felt a fresh wave of wetness leaking from between her legs. This was different than it had been before, slower, more enjoyable. This was the act that she had read about in books. She moved her right hand around his back, not able to believe she was feeling brave enough to touch his ass, to fondle him, to do something she had read about and never imagined trying. She moved her finger between his ass cheeks, pushing it into him. He growled above her, stiffening right before she felt something spilling into her mouth.
She swallowed as much as she could, some of his release leaking onto her chin and breasts. She was still looking at him, feeling power for the first time since she had woken up in chains. She had made him come. His eyes flashed as he looked at her, pulling his still hard cock from her mouth as he roughly pulled her up, "Where did you learn that? Who taught you that?" he demanded, his words thick with anger.
Willow felt fear as she looked into his angry eyes, not understanding why he was upset. She heard herself whispering, "I read about it in a book. I'm sorry. I thought you might like it."
"A book?" he snarled, seeing the truth in her eyes. Watching as she paled at the realization that she had spoken her thoughts aloud. She had thought he would like it. She had wanted him to enjoy it. Good, she was already starting to break and he had only just begun the game. He pushed her back onto the bed, his hand moving to run through his hair as he scowled. When he had felt her finger against him, he'd thought she had done it before. He looked at Dru and saw her smiling. What the hell was she smiling about? He looked back at Red, seeing the confusion mixed with lust that was so easy to read in her eyes. His lips twisted into a smile as he decided, "Time to fuck."