"Liaison" Spike said, speaking the word Caslin had told him to use.
The vampire nodded, allowing Spike entry into the house. Spike walked inside, his blue eyes darting over everything before settling on the handsome face of the demon he knew as Caslin.
"William. You made it" Caslin said, smiling at the vampire he owed his life to. "I'm so glad. Was there any trouble finding the place?"
"Not at all" Spike said, "Nice place."
"What can I say? I get paid well. Come. You can see the merchandise and make your selection" Caslin said, taking Spike's arm and leading the vampire downstairs. "You are going to get first choice, my friend. As I said, chose and she's yours."
"We'll see" Spike said, not committing to anything. He knew Caslin owed him his life. He had saved the demon from a mob about a hundred years before. Ever since, every time he ran into the man, he was given some gift.
"I have some new ones in....I'm sure you'll find one to your liking" Cas said, needing to make sure the vampire didn't leave empty handed. This would be just a small repayment for his life, but it was a start.
"Maybe" Spike said, stepping into the opulent room after Cas. He saw girls look up, their eyes wide with fear, as he and Cas began to inspect them. Cas was the well known as a slave trader. His reputation impeccable. His merchandise was always the freshest and best around. To Spike, they were frightened school girls. None of them piqued his interest.
Cas could tell Spike wasn't interested in anyone yet. He thought over what he knew of the vampire. He suddenly smiled, "I have just the slave for you. A real spitfire."
"Really?" Spike asked, his curiosity aroused. He lit another cigarette as he followed Cas into another room.
"This is where we keep the virgins...they tend to go at a higher price" Cas explained.
"Virgin?" Spike asked, his eyes narrowing. Virgin blood was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
"Yes, William. A beautiful virgin straight from the hellmouth" Cas said.
"She's from Sunnydale?" Spike asked, blowing smoke to the side.
"That she is. She was caught at the college there. As I said, a feisty one for sure."
"Where is she?" Spike asked, interest flaring in his blue eyes. He intended to only choose someone to appease Cas. Take her, shag her and then feed until she died. Slaves weren't his fetish of choice.
"Let's see...Oh. There she is. The pretty redhead" Cas pointed to a girl who was chained to the fall. Spike could see marks on her pale skin and glanced at Cas. Cas shrugged, " As I said, she is a fighter. Needs to be tamed. A firm hand and master to teach her how to obey."
Spike frowned, seeing the girl stiffen as she knew she was being watched. Something familiar about her. Suddenly, it connected. He started to laugh. "Bloody hell, you wanker. Do you realize who you have?"
"You know her?" Cas asked, seeing the girl's head shoot up as her scared eyes found Spike's face.
"She's the slayer's best friend, you moron." Spike said, "How the fuck did you get her?"
"The slayer?" Cas said, frowning. Damn, that was a complication he didn't need. "Guess I'll have to kill her."
Spike glanced back at the girl, seeing the look of fire that entered her eyes at Cas's words. If she hadn't been gagged, he could imagine what she would be saying. This was the shy girl Angelus had spoken of. Her name escaped him, but he remembered hearing about her. He moved forward, a sinister smile crossing his handsome face. He ran a hand over her breasts, seeing her blanch at the contact. He kneaded them, noticing the way her nipples hardened at his touch. They weren't huge, but they filled his hand nicely. He ran a black fingernail across her cheek, drawing blood. He licked it off, closing his eyes at the sweet taste. He looked at Cas and smiled, "Don't kill the bitch. I'll take her."
"The slayer" Cas said, frowning.
"Can go fuck herself. I owe the little bitch from my last visit. What better way to repay her than break her little friend? Besides, I rather fancy the idea of having my very own little pet....to feed from....to shag...to beat."
Spike looked back at the girl, satisfied by the look of sheer terror that entered her green eyes. That's it, luv, he thought. Fear me. I'm going to love breaking you, bitch. Cas saw the look exchanged between his slave and Spike. The heat that they were giving off surprised him. Spike was usually rather cold and distant. Of course, when motivated, the vampire could be ruthless as hell. What better motivation than revenge? Cas asked, "Are you sure?"
Spike thought of the look on the slayer's face when she found her little shadow following behind him and performing his every want and desire. He caught her eyes and saw the flash of defiance flash in them. He smiled, oh yeah, was he sure. "She's the one I want. I'll take her now."
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Willow couldn't believe everything that had happened in the past month. She pulled against her chains, cursing everyone around her and their mother's. She had been chained up in this lavish basement for more than a week. She couldn't complain really. She was fed and bathed and no one had tried to hurt her since she was first taken. No one had touched her at all either. She was too valuable for them to touch, she thought in disgust. But, at least her virginity meant they couldn't test her out. Not like the other girls she would hear screaming from the next room.
She had been walking back to the dorms, having stayed late in the chemistry lab to finish a project. Buffy had left for the weekend to visit Riley's parents in Iowa so Willow had had nothing else to do that Friday night. She wished now that she had never stayed past dark. She had been walking through the commons when she had heard them. She had turned, seeing two very big demons following her. She had started to run, dropping her bag in her hurry to get away. Of course, they had caught her easily. But, she hadn't spent years fighting with a slayer to go quietly. She had fought them, hurting one, before they had slapped her hard, knocking her unconscious. When she had woken up, she had been chained to a bed. A handsome man had come in, apologizing for her bruises. She had spat on him. He had merely laughed and plunged his fingers into her to see if she was tight.
Upon discovering her virgin status, she had been treated with kid gloves since. He would come in and check on his slaves, describing what would happen to them upon his auction. She hated listening to him, his words often upsetting the others. She would have to calm them down most times. Of course, due to her mouthing off to Cas everytime he came down, he had had her gagged for the last two days. He often told her he was surprised that such a sweet little virgin knew so many nasty words. She hated that bastard. She had been dreading the auction. Her mind coming up with horrid visions of what fate would await her. If she allowed herself to, she would have had nightmares of what the demon who purchased her would do. But, she wouldn't. It would just weaken her. Right now, she needed as much strength as she could muster.
Too soon, the auction day had arrived. All of the girls had been dressed in tight bits of silk and lace, designed to show off their bodies. She had received a slap that morning from Cas himself because of her mouth. She had cursed him in Latin, not knowing the demon understood the dead language. Her cheek still hurt from the force of his blow. She still had bruises from when she had been caught plus a few cuts that had been caused from her falling while running from them. She glanced down and saw her breasts barely covered in pale silk. She knew her red curls were visible through the pale lace covering her. She wondered if Buffy had any idea what had happened to her or if she was trying to find her. Hell, she wondered where she was. She knew she was away from Sunnydale but that was it. She had been passed out for half a day according to Cas. They could have taken her anywhere. She had to be strong or she'd lose all hope.
She heard the door open and knew Cas was bringing his friend in. The demon had told them all that he had run into a very good friend, some demon he owed his life to. According to him, this demon was getting first pick of all the girls. He was also not having to pay for whichever one he chose. Willow shrank back, her head lowered as she heard them walking towards where she was chained. She heard their voices, denial spreading over her.
"She's from Sunnydale?" a British voice asked.
"That she is. She was caught at the college there. As I said, a feisty one for sure" Cas said.
Willow knew they were talking about her. Good God...it sounded like Spike. She dismissed the thought as being just her imagination. After the years of fantasizing about the handsome, sadistic vampire, she often equated anyone with a similar accent to being him.
"Where is she?"
"Let's see. Oh, there she is. The pretty redhead" Cas replied. Willow stiffened, knowing they were pointing at her. She could feel their eyes crawling over her flesh and felt a wave of disgust. "As I said, she is a fighter. Needs to be tamed. A firm hand and master to teach her how to obey."
Willow heard a laugh and then, "Bloody hell, you wanker. Do you realize who you have?"
Willow looked up, her eyes finding Spike's face. It was him. She felt a rush of fear spread over her.
"You know her?" Cas asked.
"She's the slayer's best friend, you moron." Spike said, "How the fuck did you get her?"
"The slayer?" Cas said, frowning. Willow didn't like the frown. Her eyes fell back on Spike's evil smiled. "Guess I'll have to kill her."
Willow heard Cas' words and glared at him. The damn bastard made her go through this hell just so he could kill her? Wimpy coward scared of the slayer. Damn stupid moron.
Willow watched with weary eyes as Spike moved forward, a sinister smile crossing his handsome face. He ran a hand over her breasts, causing her to blanch at the contact. He kneaded them, his cold hand roughly caressing their warmth. Willow tried not to notice the way her nipples hardened at his touch. He ran a black fingernail across her cheek, drawing blood. He licked it off, closing his eyes at the sweet taste. She felt wetness between her thighs as he licked her blood off of his finger, his wicked blue eyes still on her face. She saw the flash of anger and awareness flash across his eyes. He looked at Cas and smiled, "Don't kill the bitch. I'll take her."
"The slayer" Cas said, frowning.
"Can go fuck herself. I owe the little bitch from my last visit. What better way to repay her than break her little friend? Besides, I rather fancy the idea of having my very own little pet....to feed from....to shag...to beat."
Willow felt a wave of terror cross her face at his words. Good god. He was choosing her? She struggled against the chains, not wanting to go with Spike. Even a demon would be better. A demon would just use her for sex and then kill her. Not Spike. He wanted revenge for everything Buffy had done to him. Now, she was going to be the one who paid for it all. She was going to be his pet...his slave. She wished the gag was gone so she could voice her protest...her hatred for Spike. Sure she desired him but she hated him. He was evil and wanted her friends dead. He planned to feed from her, beat her and shag her. Somehow she thought his true ideas of shagging would differ greatly from the fantasies she had had...and what was worse was the knowledge that she would have to do whatever he told her...she would be his slave. Her independent nature rebelled at the idea of giving up her control to anyone.
Cas asked, "Are you sure?"
Spike looked thoughtful for a moment. She glared at him, hating the idea that he was going to be her master. She saw him smile, "She's the one I want. I'll take her now."
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Willow felt Cas release her wrists and lashed out, knocking him on his ass. She moved as fast as she could, but it wasn't fast enough. She felt cold hands seize her and pull her back into the hard wall. She gasped at the pain that shot through her as she collided with the wall. She looked into amused blue eyes, resisting the impulse to spit on him. Somehow she knew that Spike would not treat such an act of defiance lightly. The ideas of what he might do to her frightened her.
"Tsk, tsk pet" Spike said, blowing smoke in her face. He smiled as she coughed, "Not very nice."
"Fuck you" Willow creaked out beneath the gag, her voice harsh from the lack of water. Since her spitting on Cas, she had not been given anything to drink. Cas' reasoning had been that she wouldn't have to watered to be fucked.
"Hmmm" Spike said, his hand holding her wrists above her head in an iron like grip. "Not the idea, luv. See, you're my slave. That means, I fuck you."
Cas stood, glaring at the girl. She may be a looker and a virgin, but she had proven much more trouble than she was worth. He was glad William had wanted to take her off of his hands. "Take her, William. And good luck taming that bitch."
"Oh, I won't need luck" Spike said, his eyes raking over Willow, his cock already hardening at the look in her eyes. "Just a nice, long, hard" he moved closer to her, his words whispering in her ear as he thrust his body against her, letting her feel his denim encased erection, "Whip. Oooooh...and iron shackles of course. Can't have you trying to escape everytime my back is turned."
Willow pushed against him, trying to get away from the threat and promise in his voice and eyes. She only succeeded in rubbing her body against his, sending tremors through her.
Spike looked at Cas, "Give me those cuffs."
Cas handed the cuffs over, watching his old friend with the girl. She was in for it, he knew. He had seen that look of determination in Spike's eyes before. It meant he had been challenged, and was preparing to win. He chuckled, almost wishing he could see the girl's lessons. Spike was not tender to those he considered beneath him. It would be a rough ride for the lass. Feeling the bump on his head from the fall, Cas smiled an evil smile. Damn bitch deserved less. "Need anything else?"
Spike fastened the girl's wrists and smiled at Cas. "Nope. This will do it." He moved to the flowing material that was hanging from the ceiling. He ripped off a piece and fastened it over the girl's bewitching green eyes. He had been haunted by those eyes after the failed love spell and had no intention of them reminding him of his stupidity that night almost a year ago. He'd been a damn fool thinking a spell would bring Dru back to him. Luckily, he had wised up before making that mistake. He loved his princess but he enjoyed his afterlife a lot more with her somewhere else. He hadn't remembered the redhead from that drunken evening when he had first seen her here. A lot of that night was a blurry haze. But, those green eyes. Those he remembered. Looking at him with pity and sympathy. Ha, for him. Stupid silly bitch. He'd show her pity. He roughly threw her over his shoulder, glad she had the gag on. He didn't want to hear her pleas for mercy and begging for her life. Not yet, at least, he thought with a sadistic smile. "Cas, lovely to see you again. We must do business again."
Cas laughed, taking Spike's hand and shaking it as he avoided the redhead's kicking feet. He watched as Spike roughly slapped her ass threatening her if she didn't quit squirming. He saw her freeze and go limp against the vampire. "Thanks for saving my life William. Good luck with that wildcat. I fear you may need it."
Spike just laughed, "I love breaking them all the more when they fight. Debt is repaid, Cas."
Cas just shook his head, "No it isn't. If you need anything, you know how to find me. Hey, go on out the back door. Don't want anyone knowing you got first choice."
Spike just rolled his eyes, tossing his cigarette down as he headed out the door Cas indicated. He felt the struggled breathing from his new slave and smiled. He couldn't wait to get started breaking this one in. He couldn't get the slayer but her little shadow was the next best thing. He laughed as he took her to his car, tossing her roughly into the back seat as he slammed the door. He got in and tore out of the mansion's parking lot, deciding exactly where he would take her to begin their lessons.
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Willow kicked at the door, wriggling on the seat. She coughed as smoke drifted over her face and cursed the vampire driving the car. She squirmed more, working at trying to sit up. She kicked hard, aiming for the glass. She felt the car suddenly stop as she flew forward into the floor. She heard the door open and felt herself being dragged from the car. She blinked as the blindfold was ripped off her head.
"You stupid little bitch." Spike hissed, seeing the defiance in her eyes. He liked a girl with spirit, but this one had almost made him crash the car with her antics.
"Fuck you" she said around the gag. She froze when she saw the dangerous look in his eyes.
Spike counted to ten. He wanted to savor taking her virginity, memorizing every detail to tell the slayer later when they met up again. But, she was pushing him. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to fuck her there on the hood of the car, fuck her until she was too exhausted to move or squirm, allowing him some peace and quiet. "Luv, you'll fuck me. Don't worry about that. Don't move again until we reach the house."
She lashed out, kicking his shin. She turned, meaning to run. She cried out in pain as his hand roughly pulled her arm back. She heard a crack as her shoulder was dislodged. She groaned in pain as she was hauled back into his hard body. She felt the gag removed as she screamed.
Spike smiled, enjoying her screams of pain. He wondered what her screams of pleasure would sound like. His cock hardened as her screaming and moaning continued. "Ooops. Little girl had an accident. Does it hurt when I do this?" he asked innocently as he pulled her arm up.
"Stop" Willow cried, tears of pain washing her face. She had never felt such pain. Even when Drusilla had attacked her in the library, she had passed out before the pain had started. "It hurts..."
"Tsk...tsk...See what trying to run away gets you?" Spike said, savoring the moment. It couldn't have gone better than if he had planned it. His smile broadened, well, it had worked perfectly.
Willow made the connection in her mind. Leaving Spike equaled pain. Immense pain. "Please" she begged, not sure even what she was begging for. Relief from the pain in her arm, she reminded herself, feeling his body move behind hers as his hands drifted lazily over her arms.
"First lesson, my pet" Spike said, his mouth by her ear. He licked the lobe, his hands tightening on her dislocated shoulder. He was rewarded by her scream. "Never, ever try to leave me or this will be nothing compared to what I will do to you."
Willow continued to cry, trying to be silent. She hated him for making her so weak. She had stopped depending on others when she was ten and her parent's research trip had extended to a six month vacation. But, now, here she was begging him to ease her pain...pain that her own stupidity had caused. She couldn't even blame him directly for it. It was her fault. "Please."
"Second lesson, my brave little slave" Spike said, pulling her body into his. "I love hearing you scream."
Willow screamed out as she felt his hands grip her shoulder tightly, pulling it back into its socket. She felt her world go dark as she passed out, slumping against him.
Spike chuckled as he fastened her gag back on. He pushed her back into the car, his mouth lingering over hers. He let his blue eyes sweep over her body, wondering where she had hidden it that night he'd had her. He checked her blindfold, making sure it was secure, before he locked the car door and shut it. He got in the front seat, continuing on his way. There was silence in the car as he drove, save for his humming an old song he loved. This spitfire was going to be a true test of his patience. He'd either kill her quickly or he'd shag the hell out of her. Right now, the latter choice danced through his mind. What better way to get the slayer than have her little shadow become his devoted slave? He smiled as he envisioned that reunion, with Red crawling behind him and obeying his every command....maybe he'd have her suck him off in front of the blonde bitch, just to prove his point. He glanced in the back seat and frowned. That reunion would not be taking place anytime soon. He had a lot of work to do on this girl. A speculative gleam entered his eyes as he thought about her training. So much to do to her...the biggest goal was to get her to enjoy it and beg for more....to do his every wish without resistance...only then would he be ready to show his sappy sire and the bitch his pretty little pet. A true challenge, getting her ready. He laughed. But, oh how he loved challenges.....
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Spike looked at the elderly man, his hand outstretched. The man set a ring of keys in his palm, "Here you are Mr. Forsythe."
"Thank you Frank. Is the house ready?" Spike asked, taking the keys from his solicitor.
"Everything as you asked Mr. Forsythe." Frank replied, frowning slightly. He had learned long ago not to question his employer. In forty years, he had seen William Forsythe only four times and each time he had never shown any signs of aging. But, Frank did not question. That was not his job.
"Very good" Spike said, keeping his eyes on the car. He took the keys and left with a promise to contact Frank if he needed anything. He got into the car, glancing back at the unconscious redhead in the back seat. "Guess what, luv. Got the house and it's all been set up nice for you. We should be set for a few months at least."
He turned the car on and drove out of the city towards the rural road where the house was situated.
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Willow woke up and glanced around. She sat up, cringing at the pain in her shoulder. She glanced down and saw that she was nude. She also saw that her entire shoulder was black and blue. She looked around the small room, noticing how damp it felt. She shivered, goosebumps dotting her bare flesh. She pulled her arms around her, covering her breasts. She heard her stomach grumble and frowned, wondering where she was. She stood up, the cold floor chilling her. She saw a bottle of water and reached for it quickly. She gulped half of it down, wetting her parched throat. She whirled around when she heard the door open. She saw Spike standing leaning against the doorway, a smirk on his face as his eyes roamed over her slender body.
"You're awake" he said, his eyes noticing the water bottle in her hands. He nodded at it, "Better make it last, pet. Not getting anymore until you're nice."
"Fuck you" she hissed, glaring at him. She didn't even have time to react before she was huddled on the floor, the water bottle spilling beside her. She felt tears of pain as she landed on her bad shoulder.
He looked at her with blue eyes tinged with yellow. "Watch the mouth little girl. I can easily cut your tongue out and still get a lot of use from it."
She blinked back the tears, her eyes looking at the floor. She heard her stomach grumble again and felt embarrassment pass over her at the weakness. "Ok."
He leaned over, catching her chin in his hand. He brought it up and stared into her eyes. He sneered as his thumb caught one of her stray tears. "Crying is for the weak. I didn't think you were weak, little girl." He hardened his face, tightening his grip. He was rewarded when her eyes widened in pain. "If you ever back talk me again, I'll tie you to the bed and cut you until you slowly bleed to death. The entire time, I'll fuck every hole in your body until you're covered in my cum and blood. Got it?"
"Yes" she whispered, believing every word he said.
"I am your master my little slave. You will address me as such. Learn that now. If I'm not happy, you're not happy. In fact, I'd wager that means you'll be in pain. Of course, I love inflicting pain. I love your screams. They make me hard. Tears I have no use for. Another sign of human weakness. So keep them. I don't want to see them. Understood?"
She nodded. She felt his hand slap her face and she said softly, "Yes. I understand."
Spike sighed, "To be the smart one, you don't learn very quickly. Must I continue to punish you?"
Willow shook her head, "No....please don't." She suddenly remembered, "No Master, please don't."
He smiled, "Good. Maybe you'll learn yet, my little pet." He brushed her hair with his fingers, releasing her chin. "Pretty little pet....you're hungry aren't you?"
"Yes master" she said, seething at having to call him master. But, in this situation, that's exactly what he was. He held all the cards. He was stronger than her plus she had no idea where they were. She shuddered as another brief wave of pain went through her.
"Sorry, luv. You weren't nice tonight. No food." He chuckled at her shocked look. "What? I'm a demon, pet. If you make me happy, you eat. Until then?" He shrugged, "I don't bloody well care." His blue eyes looked at the water bottle that had mostly spilled. "I wouldn't waste that if I were you. I may be back tomorrow. Depends on my mood. Ta love."
Willow watched him leave in surprise. She reached for the bottle of water, holding it carefully. She sighed as she saw how little was left. She needed to learn to control her temper. It seemed that Spike's was worse and he was the one in control right now. She leaned over, licking the puddle that was still on the floor. She felt another tear slide across her cheek as she licked the floor. She couldn't let it waste. She didn't have enough for that. She laid down on the bare mattress, her body moving into a fetal position trying to get warm. She then just waited for Spike to return. That's all she could do now.
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Willow was starving. She hadn't eaten since Cas had fed them all before the auction. She had no idea how long ago that had been. She only knew that she was weak and that Spike hadn't been back since he had visited that first time. She knew it had to have been at least two days. The room seemed to get colder at a certain time and she had started to think of that as night. It had been two nights since he had told her to be nice and she'd get fed. She was very afraid that he had decided she was too much trouble and just planned on leaving her to slowly die. She would drift off to sleep, only to have nightmares of starving to death.
She hated Spike. She hated him for taking away her freedom and not giving her a choice. She was his slave or she died. She couldn't accept him but what could she do? At that moment, he was her god. He held her fate in his cold hands. If she lived or died, it was his decision. That scared her more than anything. Even helping Buffy, she had never been so scared. At least then, it had been her choice to risk her life. This....this wasn't her choice. She hadn't asked him to buy her. Had he left her, she might have been bought by someone she could escape from at least. But, here, she was at his mercy. He owned her completely. She looked up as the door swung open.
"Ello pet" Spike said, taking in her appearance. He had left her almost three days. He could see the hunger in her eyes and smiled. "Tsk...tsk...you look awful. Smells in here."
"I'm sorry master" she said softly, looking away from his amused blue eyes. She hadn't been able to bathe since the auction. The room had no toilet or running water so she was forced to use the bathroom in the corner. Hence, the room smelled of urine and sweat. She had grown use to the smell, not having left for days. She felt heat spread over her face as she listened to him discuss her nasty habits.
Spike smiled at her words. Good. She had listened well the first night. "You should be. I like my pets to be clean. Nothing I hate worse than fucking a nasty bitch."
She sighed softly, wondering how he expected her to be clean with no water. Then she realized that she didn't want him to be fucking her anyway. "Sorry master. I'll try to do better."
"I wonder what you would do for a shower and a meal" Spike said, his tone calculating.
Willow stiffened, looking up wide eyed. A tremor of fear crossed over her as she saw the cold look in his eyes. She knew what he wanted to hear, but couldn't bring herself to say the word, no matter how hungry she was. She licked her lips, her eyes pleading with him silently to just let her go.
Spike sneered as she remained quiet. She hadn't learned too much, it seemed. "Such a pretty little mouth. So warm and wet. Probably almost as tight as that cunt of yours, I'd suspect." He saw her begin to shake as he continued talking. "Come here. Now."
Willow reluctantly stood and walked over to him. She cried out as he hit her, knocking her to her knees. He grabbed her hair, pulling her face up to his. "Never get off of your knees unless I say, my little bitch. Open your mouth for me."
Willow felt tears of humiliation in her eyes as she obeyed him. She closed her eyes when she saw his hand on his zipper. Another slap knocked her head to the side. "Open your eyes, pet. Always watch me. Remember my face, luv. I don't want you imagining someone else, do I?"
She opened her eyes, caught by the sadistic pleasure she saw in his. She saw his hard length and became ever more frightened. He was so large. She felt him rub the tip against her lips, a thin trail of juice covering them as he moved. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair as he pushed into her mouth. She gagged as he pushed his cock into her. "Suck it, pet. Use your tongue. There....that's a good girl...like that. Breathe through your nose...Damn, it's warm...."
Willow tuned out his words as he continued to thrust inside. She followed his instructions, using her tongue on his cold cock. She felt his balls hit her chin as he sunk completely inside, making her gag again as he pushed into her throat. She heard him chuckle as he brushed her hair with his fingers. Minutes passed as he continued to fuck her mouth. Finally, she felt him moving faster, holding her head in place. "Drink it all down, luv. One drop spilled, and no food or shower."
Willow felt him sink inside as a cool substance was shot into her throat. She swallowed, sucking down every drop. She felt a few drops spill onto her chin as he removed himself. She lifted her hand, wiping them with her finger before sucking her fingers into her mouth. She heard him say her name, "Willow." She looked up and saw a pleased smile on his handsome face. "Good girl. A natural cock sucker. For that, you eat. If you eat all your food, I may consider a shower. Who knows?"
She felt strangely pleased by his compliment. Her stomach cheered at the thought of food. She smiled softly, "Thank you master."
Spike grinned as he turned around, zipping his jeans. It might take a small effort, but he could have her trained. All she needed was someone to teach her. "Follow me, luv. On your knees."
Willow sighed as she began to crawl after him. Her shoulder still hurt so it made her progress slow and the cold floor chilled her legs, but she had done well. She was going to get food. She was being rewarded. She smiled as she followed her master, wishing she could just kill him and leave but knowing she was stuck until he tired of the game and killed her. At least she was getting something to eat.
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Spike looked at the girl and scowled. It had been eight days since he had purchased her. He was still no more close to having her than he had been on day one. He had enjoyed the warmth of her mouth several times in the past days. He was prolonging the taking of her virginity to keep her off guard. He liked keeping her off balance. She seemed to hate not knowing what to expect. So, he kept trying to surprise her. He looked at the letter in his hands and the scowl deepened. The damn slayer was now working with some government agency. He had put out an inquiry to see if the blonde bitch was still searching for her little friend. His reply had been a positive on that, with the warning that the slayer now believed the girl to be dead. He had also been told not to return to Sunnydale due to the soldiers wandering through the town. Stupid bitch had to get others to do her fighting for her.
What bothered him most was that he knew he was fucking this up. He hated not knowing what to do. If he had no future plans for the girl, he would have already fucked her silly and killed her. But, he couldn't get the image of facing the slayer with her little shadow at his side devoted to him and only to him. He could just imagine the fallen look on the bimbo's face as she realized her best friend was in love with him and would die for him. He wanted her to have to kill the redhead to get to him. All he had done so far was keep her off balance. She was frightened of him, that he knew. Yet, he wasn't sure if she was hoping for death or brave enough to stick it out. He believed she had courage. He knew she was strong. She had been learning exactly what being his slave consisted of. He wadded the letter up, tossing in the trash can. She feared him but she didn't like him. How could she love him if she didn't even like him? The entire pivotal part of his plan was for her to want to be on his side....not have to be forced to remain there. He realized why he always left the planning to Angelus. He wasn't patient enough for any of it.
Willow jumped slightly when Spike's heavy boots hit the floor. She cringed, her body taut as she waited for the inevitable. Her mouth was dry from lack of water. It had been over a day since he had allowed her to drink or eat. She knew he was growing tired of whatever he was doing. He paced and cursed to himself all the time. She waited every moment she was awake for the final act....for his cock to claim her. But, it never happened. She hated his forced blow jobs, but was thankful that was all he had done so far. She could forget those in time. Anything else? It would stay with her until she died. She felt something hard hit her back and cried out softly. She was sore from his beating. She could imagine what her back must look like. He had whipped her with something made of leather for hours. She was now forced to lay on her stomach due to the pain the other positions would cause.
She glanced beside her and saw a bottle of water. She moved to her knees, her mouth opening as she looked up, keeping her eyes on the water. She knew what she had to do for water. She was ready. When he didn't move closer, she faltered. Was he already tired of her? Did he plan to kill her now or worse? And why did it bother her that he still hadn't taken her virginity? He was her capturer...her master. She should shrink from his touch, yet a part of her...somewhere deep inside a dark part of her soul....ached for his cold touch....imagined the feel of that enormous cock inside her tight virginal cunt...hungered for his fangs buried deep inside her neck. She shook her mind of those thoughts, banishing them again. She couldn't want him. He only wanted to drive her insane, fuck her senseless and then kill her, all to get back at Buffy. This wasn't even about her. He didn't want her at all. Then why did she want him so badly?
"Drink" Spike demanded, a smile of satisfaction on his lips. He had seen the instinctive way she had readied herself for him. He could also smell the hints of her arousal underneath the sweat and blood. She was enjoying this game, even if she did deny it to herself. Her body would not lie to him. He smirked as he sat back down and went back to watching her drink. Maybe he wouldn't need a lot of patience. It seemed things were moving along nicely. He watched as she gulped down the water, her muscles moving as it coursed down her throat. He felt himself harden automatically, remembering the warm wetness as she gulped down his cold seed. When she was finished, she looked at him, her green eyes curious and weary. He arched a brow, "What is it, pet?"
She knew she had to answer or risk another beating. Her eyes darted to the straining denim of his pants over his cock as she put the water bottle down. She cleared her throat, "Thank you for the water....."
Spike waited, his eyes unreadable as they regarded her face.
"May I..." Willow hesitated. She couldn't believe she was about to ask for this but she didn't want to think he was doing her any favors by giving her the water.
"What?" he asked, his tone impatient and angry.
"May I suck your cock, master" she asked, her eyes on his erection.
Spike smiled, a gleam of triumph entering his blue eyes. He looked at her lazily as he moved his hand to his jeans. He saw the slight glimpse of lust enter her green eyes before she shoved it away, replacing it instead with acceptance. "Who am I to refuse such a request?" He saw her begin to crawl towards him, her eyes still on his cock. Desire shot through him as he realized he was winning this game. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. He caught her eyes as he smiled, "Make me cum, pet."
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Willow finished her sit ups, a light sheen of sweat covering her brow. She stood and began stretching, her breasts bouncing from her efforts. She had been trying to keep track of the days she had been there. So far, at her best count, it had been twenty three days. She hadn't seen sunlight in more than two months. Her skin was more pale that it had ever been, except for the redness that surrounded the marks that Spike left on her. He had taken her virginity a week ago or so. Taken? She amended that. No, she had, much to her shame, given it to him with pleas for more. He had played her body like an instrument, making her moan and beg. She couldn't believe she had begged him to fuck her. Even now, she felt conflicting reactions to it all.
In one way, she hated him. Hated everything he did to her. He still controlled her food and water and only let her shower when she particularly pleased him. She detested not having control of her own life. In another way, she was scared that she was falling under his spell. She perked up when he came into see her. She would often perform his every demand just for the chance to sit up with him, talking about nothing in particular. She had this horrible need to please him and she hated that. Another thing she hated was that fact that just a look from those cold blue eyes would send her juices flowing. Just a touch would bring heat to her body. A stroke or two would send her into orgasm. She was completely at his mercy. What scared her the most was that it was a place she rather liked to be.
She had read about these things before though. Women who fell in love with their kidnappers. She couldn't remember the details, but she knew it happened. She liked to think that was all it was. Something beyond her control. An involuntary reaction to her situation. It made her feel better, even if she didn't believe a word of it. She frowned, moving to the wall. She began her bends, enjoying the bit of exercise. It had become her daily ritual. A way to keep in shape. Plus, Spike would often let her have a chance for a shower after he smelled her sweaty body. She had learned that over the past few days.
She was still scared of him. She knew he could kill her with a simple twist of his wrist on her neck. In a way, that added to entire experience. She never knew if that fuck would be her last. She didn't doubt he would kill her. Each day, she wasn't sure if he would tire of his game and just leave her to die. Maybe that was why she was always so happy to see him. It meant she had lived through another day. She hated having to depend on him for her survival, but over the past weeks she had accepted that. It was her life now. She was his and he knew it.
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Spike glared at the door to her room. He kicked the chair, cursing as it collided into the table, knocking over his scotch. He had had her for a little over four months now. He couldn't believe how she had finally seemed to accept everything. He had played her perfectly, getting her to fall into his plan without even realizing it. The problem was that he liked her. He hadn't intended to like her, just merely use her. Damn her.
She loved him. He knew that without a doubt. She may not realize it yet, hell she might deny it. But it was there in those piercing green eyes. Love and lust and disgust at herself for having both. He honestly didn't know why she would love him....how she could love him. He had treated her terribly, not feeding her for days at a time. He made her beg for showers, rarely spoke to her, hit her whenever she did something he didn't like, kept her up half the night listening to him ramble about the past. And yet she loved him. He just didn't understand her at all. And he hated that.
Well, he corrected as he thought about it, he hated liking her even more. How was he supposed to treat her like a slave when he enjoyed listening to her soft stories about her past with the slayer and even before that? She wasn't supposed to be anyone in his eyes. Yet, more and more she was becoming someone too important. He frowned as he sat down, taking a gulp of his scotch. The slayer believed she was dead. He had learned a month ago that a tombstone had been set up in her honor by the slayer. He wondered what she would think if she knew that everyone thought she had died. He hadn't told her because he knew that the hope that the slayer was looking for had to exist somewhere in Red's mind. He almost hated to take that little bit of hope away from her.
He stood, growling at his thoughts. She was his slave. What did he care what she felt? He was just using her after all. Just sex and retribution. That's all she was there for. Completely for his pleasure. He walked to the door of her room, looking in at the space he had set up for her. Everything was in shades of green, from the curtains covering blackened windows to the sheets covering the bed. A soft carpet covered the floor all the way into the bathroom. There was no mirror in the room or in the bathroom. He had also neglected to put a razor or anything else she could really use to harm him or herself, if the urge struck her. He had begun working on the room two months before, not understanding his need to make her more comfortable. But, he had done it anyway.
Closing the door to the room, he went back to his scotch. He downed the remainder of the glass, pouring another glass. He paced back and forth, lost in his thoughts. He hated what he had become, feeling more like the poof than he had ever feared. He set his empty glass down and went to the door. He opened it, walking down the stairs to the basement. He opened the door to her quarters. He saw her look up, a smile crossing her face as he stepped into the cold damp basement. He frowned, watching as she knelt in front of him, her head lowered as she awaited his request. He felt a hatred for himself rush through him before he reached down and lifted her chin. He kissed her harshly, pulling away and motioning, "Follow me. Now. I have a surprise."
Willow crawled after him, climbing the stairs easily. She had gotten good at maneuvering the wooden steps over the past months. She was startled when she felt his hand on her face again. She looked into those cold blue eyes, feelings so many conflicting emotions that she thought she might scream.
"Stand" he demanded, watching as she got to her feet. He opened the door to her bedroom, knowing that he would not be going down those basement stairs again. He hated liking her. He truly did.
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Willow looked at Spike in surprise as she walked into the room. She froze, happiness crossing her face. She turned to him, her eyes wide. "Is this mine?"
Spike rolled his eyes at her innocent question, "Nah, luv. Just thought I'd show it to you."
"Oh" she said, her face falling. She looked at her feet, feeling foolish.
Spike groaned, wondering how she had lived so long without getting killed. "Pet, I'm joking. It's yours."
Willow smiled, "Thank you master."
"The name is Spike" he said, hating hearing her call him master. He moved into the room, sitting down in the desk chair. "Call me that."
"Oh" she said softly, wondering what was wrong with him. "Ok Spike. Thank you for the room."
"Whatever" he muttered, lighting a cigarette. He glared at the desk, hating himself for being so damn weak.
Willow moved towards him, knowing what must be irritating him. She fell to her knees, reaching for his zipper. She looked up surprised when he grabbed her hands tightly. "Spike?"
Spike saw the need in her eyes and tightened his hold. He was sick of not knowing if she was just doing what she thought was expected of her or if she really wanted him. He knew it shouldn't matter. Sex was sex. But, it did. He wanted her to want him as badly as he wanted her. To need him as badly as he needed her. Only then would he not feel so weak. "No."
Willow frowned, wondering why he was refusing to let her show her gratitude. Was he tired of her already? It had been a long time, she knew. But he seemed to be attracted to her. She just didn't understand him. Of course, she no longer understood herself either. Somewhere over the past months, she had fallen in love with him. She couldn't believe it, but she knew it was true. She moved her head to lay on his leg, her green eyes watching his face. Was he getting ready to kill her finally? To just leave her for dead? She ran her hand along his left leg, the denim almost soft from repeated washings. "Please?"
Spike heard the tone in her voice and looked down into her eyes. He watched her free hand move over his upper thigh and felt himself harden. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to ignore the impulse to push her against the carpet and sink deep inside her warmth. He felt her strokes become more forceful, the denim rubbing against his skin. The need in her eyes held him transfixed. He groaned, giving in again. He moved quickly, his body pressed against her warm one. He caught her mouth savagely, the soft carpet rubbing against her flesh. He opened his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock. He sunk into her tightness, surprised at the wetness that eased his entry.
Willow felt as if he were trying to devour her, his tongue sweeping through her mouth and claiming everything it touched. She struggled for breath, arching up against his hard body. She loved the rough way he fucked her, his hands kneading her breasts, his mouth bruising hers, his cock thrusting so deeply into her. She wrapped her legs around his, the carpet rubbing against her back at the force of Spike's thrusts. She moaned as he rubbed against her clit, sending tremors of desire through her body. She couldn't understand the ferocity of their coupling, but she was enjoying it. She felt the tension begin to build and tore her mouth away from his, gasping for breath as she began to moan loudly. She felt his fangs bit into her breast, screaming out his name as she came. She felt him sink deep into her three times fast before she felt his seed flooding her. She began to murmur as he continued drinking from her, her vision becoming slightly blurred. She weakly pushed at him, trying to get him to stop. Fear completely overwhelmed her as she decided that he was tired of her and planning to just kill her now. She cried out in relief as he pulled free, her blood on his lips. She collapsed against the carpet, her breathing ragged.
Spike licked his lips, savoring the sweetness of her blood. It was yet another part of her that he had become intoxicated with over the past months. He let his eyes drift over her nude body, taking in the bloody bite, the cum leaking from her wet cunt, the heaving chest as she struggled to breathe, the slightly panicked look in her eyes coupled with love. Even after this she still loved him. He had almost killed her. Her blood and the knowledge that this was the last time he would taste it had driven him out of control. He stood, running a hand through his hair. "Get cleaned up, pet."
"Yes, Spike" she said softly, against struck by the look in his eyes. She sat up slowly, asking, "Would you shower with me, please?"
"No" he said, seeing the hurt in her eyes. He waited until she got shakily to her feet before grabbing her roughly and kissing her. He didn't want to let her go, again cursing himself for having this need for a human. Finally, he pulled away from her, again memorizing her face. He ran his hand over her face almost tenderly and said, "Sleep well, love."
Willow watched him leave, closing her eyes and falling to the floor as the door shut. Why did she feel as if he had just hurt her more than any of the beatings or words he could have yelled? She got up again, walking slowly into the bathroom, a small smile crossing her face as she realized that this was actually her bathroom. He had made it for her. She had a bedroom that Spike had built for her. No more of the damp, smelly basement. She stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the grime and remains of sex.
Spike stood outside her room, hearing the shower turn on. He moved from the door, determination in his eyes. He had to get away from her...get away from the spell she had cast on him. He was supposed to have used her and that was it. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with her. That wasn't how he had planned it. She made him feel things he didn't want to feel. She touched him in ways that even Drusilla had not. He grabbed his bag and went to the front door. He glanced at the table, making sure the note and ticket was there. He glanced again at the door to her room, fighting the impulse to just stay. Cursing, he walked out of the front door, not looking back.
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Willow stepped from the bathroom, her hair hanging wet and dripping down her neck. She sat on the bed, laying back and looking at the ceiling. She sighed as the carpet burn on her back and ass touched the soft material of the blanket. She felt the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure the simple act caused. He had taught her well, she thought smiling. She listened to the silence from the rest of the house. She wondered if he had gone to feed. She was usually in the basement so she never heard him leave or return. She sat up, moving to the door. She put her hand against it, wondering if he was sitting there, waiting for her.
She sighed, moving back to the bed. Why didn't he come for her? She laid down, moving the pillow behind her head. She felt the cool air blowing the overhead vent, causing her nipples to harden. She slowly brought her hand up, uncertainty crossing her face. She took one of her nipples between her thumb and finger and twisted as Spike had done so often. She felt a rush of desire at the contact, surprised that her own hand could bring her such joy. She closed her eyes, caressing her breast as she imagined Spike doing it to her. She bit her lower lip as she let her hand drift lower, brushing against the damp curls between her thighs. She took a deep breath, wondering if she could do this. She felt the tingle in her stomach and knew she would. He was staying away from her for some reason and she needed this.
She slid her finger against the wetness, her forehead creasing slightly at the unfamiliar touch. She gasped as the finger touched her clit, all thoughts of not doing this fleeing her mind. She spread her legs, allowing herself easier access to her cunt. She slid a finger inside herself, moving slightly at the intrusion. She began a soft rhythm, adding another finger and another. She was soon rocking against her own hand, her thumb brushing against her clit as her other hand kneaded her breast in the rough way Spike always touched her. She was moaning and her soft sighs and cried filled the room. She felt her muscles tighten as she cried out, her wetness soaking her hand. Shakily, she removed her hand and brought it to her mouth. She licked her own juices from it, closing her eyes and letting sleep claim her.
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Willow opened her eyes, stretching on the comfy bed. She had slept better than she had in months. She went to the bathroom, loving the indoor plumbing. She then took the time to study the room. It amazed her how beautiful it all was. He must have spent weeks working on getting this room finished. She wondered if that could mean he did care about her. She went to the door, wondering if he was sleeping. Hesitatingly, she opened the door. She looked into the main room, not seeing him. She walked out of her room, deciding it would be worth the punishment to find him. She needed him.
Willow walked to the table, trying to decide which room he must be in. She noticed an envelope on the table beside the phone that bore her name. She picked it up, her eyes confused. She opened it, pulling out an airline ticket from Bangor to Sunnydale. She was in Maine. She sat down, her knees buckling as she realized he was letting her go. But, she didn't want to go. She pulled out the white paper accompanying the tickets and read the short scrawl. "Red, go home. Game over. It's been fun. Spike" After all she thought they had shared, he was reduced to less than a dozen words and a ticket home? She put her head in her hand, tears in her eyes. She loved him and had convinced herself that he cared about her too. She knew she had seen things in his eyes, no matter how badly he tried to hide them.
She looked up, her mind whirling. This explained why he had seemed so desperate the night before. He had known it was going to be their last time together. Why didn't he tell her? She couldn't believe she was so upset. She should have been thrilled to be able to go home, but she wasn't. She couldn't believe he had left her. Had he tired of her so easily? Remembering the look in his eyes the night before, she didn't believe that. She glanced back at the curt note and then at the ticket. He had run away, she realized. He did care about her. That's why he had run. She stood up, looking into the others room until she found his. She could smell the tobacco and scotch, recognizing his unique scent.
She sat on his bed, the note from him still in her hand. She saw the open dresser and knew that he had left. She felt anger rise inside as she stood and kicked his chair. She cried out in pain as she fell to the floor. She had been so mad that she had forgotten she was barefoot. She pulled her knees up, her head falling to them as she began to cry. She couldn't believe he had just left....never even giving them a chance. She was in love with him. He had to have seen it. Maybe that's what drove him away. She was too needy or just not good enough for him. She wished he had just killed her the night before. It would have hurt less than this. She lifted her head, blinking away the tears. Something white caught her attention. She turned her head, frowning as she saw the piece of the paper. She picked it up, reading the name and phone number. A slight smile crossed her face. She stood, wiping her face.
Willow moved to the table, dialing the number.
"Walston Hotel" a dignified voice said.
"Um yes...I was just seeing if Mr." she read the name on the paper, "Forsythe has checked in yet?"
"Just a moment" there was a pause, "Yes ma'am. Mr. Forsythe checked in this evening."
"I am supposed to meet him tomorrow for dinner. Is his reservation for that long?" she asked.
"I'm afraid I can't provide that information."
"Please? I'm in Maine right now and I'd hate to come down if he plans on leaving early."
There was a slight sigh as if the man could read the desperation in her voice. "Mr. Forsythe will be staying with us for a week, Ma'am."
Willow smiled, "Thank you." She hung up and glanced at the airline ticket. She dialed another number, a calculating look entering her eyes. He thought he could make her fall in love with him and then leave? Just ruin for any other man's touch and run away like a scared little boy? Well, he had another think coming. "Yes, Susan. I need to exchange an airline ticket. I need to go to Boston as soon as possible."
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Spike heard the knock and scowled at the door. "Go away. I didn't order any bleeding room service!"
A pause and then another knock. This one a bit harder.
"Bloody fucking hell" he spat out, putting his glass down. He got to his feet, deciding that it might not be too early for a snack. He opened the door, demanding, "What?!!"
Willow looked at him, her fear fading as she saw him again. "You left."
"Willow?" he said softly, not believing it was really her. He was just drunk. He knew he had been drinking non stop since getting to the hotel, wanting to forget the past months. "Go away. You're not real."
Willow pushed past him, stopping as she saw the empty bottles on the table. He had been drinking himself silly, she realized. She gathered every ounce of courage she had, drawing on things she had forced down during her captivity. She turned to face him, "I'm more real than you deserve. Running away as if that would change anything. Did you really think after everything I've been through....after everything we've done...these past months that I would weakly get on a plane and fly back to Sunnydale? You may have molded me, babe, but you never broke me!"
"Go home, little girl" he spat out, slamming the door and roaring at her.
"I am home!" she yelled back. She suddenly smiled, feeling normal almost. This was what had been missing from her life. Her spirit. She had finally found it again. "Home is where you are."
"You're going to make me ill" he hissed, pushing past her and reaching for the bottle.
"Running again, Spike? Good at that aren't you? Always running when things get tough or out of your control. I feel sorry for you. No wonder you always end up alone. You're a scared little boy!" Her words were cut off by his savage kiss. She moaned, melting against him.
Spike couldn't believe that she had tracked him down and then had the nerve to face him and yell. Calling him a coward. How dare she? He was not a coward. He pulled her against him, feeling her warm body against his cold one. He hated to acknowledge her corny words, but he felt at home. He lifted her to the table, her clothes getting in the way. He ripped them open, his hands eagerly caressing her. His cock was hard and ready, straining against his jeans. He heard her moan of approval and freed himself. He thrust into her, wondering how he ever thought he could give this up. It didn't take long in her tight warmth before he was spilling his seed, his thumb brushing across her clit and bringing her release. He bit into her neck, tasting the intoxicating blood and knowing that he could not leave her again.
Willow held him tightly, not wanting to let go this time for fear that he would fade again. She couldn't continue hunting him down constantly if he kept running. It was now or never, she knew. His words to her would decide if she stayed or went back to Sunnydale.
Spike looked into her eyes, his face unreadable. "You found me."
She nodded, "Yes, I did."
He brought a hand to her face, running his fingernail across he cheek. "Why?"
"Because I love you" she said simply.
"You're crazy, you know that don't you?" he asked, a slight twitch of his lips his only emotion.
"I had an excellent teacher" she said, smirking.
"Ay, that you did" he said lazily, tightening his hand around the back of her neck. "You know you got dressed without my permission."
"Guess you'll have to punish me then" she said, her eyes looking at him in love.
"That I do, my little slave....that I do" he remarked casually, running his tongue over the mark on her cheek. "Go lay on the bed, my love. Face down."
"Yes Spike" she said smiling softly as she went to the bedroom. She felt him move behind her, his hands tenderly caressing her. She knew he hadn't said that he loved her, but she had seen the look in his eyes. Words weren't necessary. Not between them. Not anymore.
THE END