FIC: Bound (1/?)

["Parise, Charles" <Charles.Parise@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Hello,
This is my first slash story. I am currently working my way through
a huge B/S story, but after reading NightHunter's 'DoppleRevenge', this idea
insisted on being written down. I'm not sure if I will write 1 or 2 more
parts to this, hopefully it won't grow out of control the way my other one
has.

Chazzman

TITLE: Bound (1/?)
AUTHOR: Chazzman
E-MAIL: charles.parise@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx 
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They all
belong to Joss and the WB network. Please don't sue. I have nothing anyway.
Spoilers: 
RATED: R, some sex.
SUMMERY: B/W.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, please...
AUTHOR's Note: This is a sequel inspired by NightHunter's 'DoppleRevenge'. 
FEEDBACK: Is welcome. If you want to criticize, fine but NO FLAMES please.
Can't wait to read it.

NOTE: **INDICATES THOUGHTS** / *INDICATES EMPHASIS*


Bound
Chapter 1

The phone rings and I fumble to grab it.

"H-Hello?" I stammer.

A familiar British voice comes across the line, "Willow?" 

**Shit! Not now. Should of let the machine get it, but..Oh!**

"Giles? Please tell me you found something. Classes start tomorrow
and-"

"Well...I'm not certain, but I found a spell that seems like a
fairly good shot at getting her back to normal."

**OH YES!**

Trying not to shout into the phone, "That's wonderful. When can we
do it?" 

"Yes, well, I have to go out and gather a few of the necessary
items, but if you could bring Buffy by this afternoon? Say around three?"

"Uh huh, no problem," I manage to get out without screaming 'Oh
Yeah! God Yeah!'

"Wonderful. I'll see you then." He hangs up. I drop the phone and
move to clutch at the blonde head between my thighs. The feeling of an
impending orgasm starts to build in me. The tongue is thrusting deep inside
of me at a faster a faster rate.

"Oh yes. Yes! Oh God! There...there...THERE. Harder," I cry out
trying to not scream too loud. After all we are in a dorm. Then the wave
peaks and I start to cum.

"Oh! Buffy!" I gasp out, before all I can do is lie on the bed and
emit a number of grunts and squeaks and moans of pleasure. Slowly she winds
down her assault on me by placing a number of light kisses on the lips of my
pussy and up my thighs. A quick flick of her tongue catches the tip of my
clit and I let out a gasp.

**God she is good!**

She raises her head to gaze up at me with complete and absolute
adoration. "Was that good, Mistress?" she asks in a soft submissive tone.
Yearning for my approval of the job she has just done, and fearing my
rejection that it was insufficient and that she will be punished.

Even though I have never punished her. At least not I as in 'ME'.
My doppelganger, however... she broke her. 

"Yes Buffy. That was wonderful," I say with a smile. The delight
in her eyes to that response frightens me because I'm worried about what I
will see there after this afternoon. 

She moves up to snuggle down in my arms. I begin to stroke her
hair. I've come to really enjoy this. It's not that I'm gay, or anything
like that...but, after all that we have been through, it's very comforting.


She has been my absolute best friend for almost 5 years. We have
each been there for the other when we have faced down demons, both real and
personal. Been there with the lifeline, when the heartache threatens to
overwhelm all reason and push one of us over the edge. 

Except, this last time I was too late. 

My double had come back and had toyed with her. Pretended to be me
while Buffy had been suffering from a moment of weakness due to the whole
Riley fiasco. I don't know if Buffy has ever realized that she was not 'Me'
but rather 'Evil-Me'. It doesn't matter though, because if she ever did, it
was too late. The hand that Buffy had grabbed onto for help, was turned on
her. My evil twin dragged her down, deeper into despair, suffocating the
strong, independent will of my friend, until all that was left was this
insecure, submissive and blindly obsessive slave. 

Obsessive about me. Because she is bound to me. 

She follows me everywhere. Always wanting to hold onto me, serve
me, protect me...have sex with me. She can't or won't respond to anyone
else unless I order her to. And even then her replies are as short as she
can make them. Almost as if she was 'Cave-Slayer' Buffy once more. She
practices only because I point out that she needs to be in top shape if she
truly wants to defend me from the vampire's and other assorted nasties out
there. 

But now it looks like Giles had finally come through and found a
means to restore the old Buffy. And just in the nick of time. Summer
vacation is over and it's back to good ol' Sunnydale U. I have managed to
get through the last month of summer with a minimum of embarrassment. Only
Giles, Xander, Anya, Spike and Buffy's mom knew about what was going on.
And even they didn't know about the sex part. Well, Giles and Mrs. Summers
sort of know. But not the details. 

I tried to stop her in the beginning. But every time I told her
'No', she looked as if I had just whipped her. Hold on scratch that. The
way she is right now, she would enjoy it if I whipped her. In fact, part of
the reason I allow her to do what she does to me is to stop her from asking
me to 'Punish her'. That and the fact that every morning she crawls into my
bed while I am sleeping and begins to 'Fulfill her duty to the Mistress' 

Then there was that whole mess with that damn collar. Xander had
brought over a bolt cutters to get the lock off, and Buffy broke down in
hysterical tears; pleading with me not to remove it; asking me what had she
done wrong to displease me; begging me to whip her instead. It was not a
pretty scene. The only good thing was that Spike hadn't seen it. Buffy has
almost killed him once already, because of his off-the-cuff remarks. If I
been even a second longer in commanding her to stop, he would be dust now.
As it was, my shout stopped her just as the stake was half-an-inch into his
chest. I have never seen Spike frightened by Buffy before. But this new
Buffy, this
'I-will-kill-anything-or-anyone-who-acts-talks-or-looks-wrong-at-my-Mistress
' scares him. I just am thankful that Cordelia isn't here.

I really hope this spell fixes things. For all the massages,
pampering and great sex Buffy insists on giving me, my nerves are shot and I
am constantly on edge with worry about what she will do next.

Buffy needs to be able to function on her own. 

*****

"...make her thoughts her own. Unbind the Slave-"

Giles is in the middle of the spell when Buffy suddenly stands up
from the chair I had ordered her to sit in. 

"Buffy? What's wrong?" I ask, moving to her side. She is staring
intently at Giles.

"Stop," it was barely a whisper. She begins to take a step towards
Giles.

"Buffy. No!" I command, stepping into her path. Giles continues his
incantation.

"Mistress, please," she begs in a louder, shaky voice. "He wants to
separate us. We have to stop him."

"Buffy, it's OK," I tell her firmly, reaching out to grasp her upper
arms and hold her. She can break me like a twig, but I know she won't. Her
eyes widened in fear and panic.

"PLEASE, MISTRESS! STOP HIM!" she cries out in agony as she suddenly
falls to the ground and clutches at her head. She begins to cry, "Oh
please, no. Oh please, no. No, no, no." 

I crouch down to wrap my arms about her. "Hold on Buffy," I say,
attempting to sooth her, while stroking her hair, but she only sobs louder.
"Buffy, look at me," I ordered. She raises her tear-streaked face to gaze
into my eyes. My heart clenches as I return her stare. "Everything will be
O.K. I swear to you." 

I try to put as much confidence and comfort into those words as I
can, but she simply stares at me with a heart-wrenching look as she gasps
out, "I love you, Mistress. Don't you want me?" 

Suddenly, Giles finishes the incantation, and I feel the mystical
energies of the spell rush into her. Her eyes suddenly widened, and then
she tumbles backwards from me. Wrapping her arms about her legs, she curls
into a fetal position and lets out a final, despair filled cry that cuts
deep into my own heart.

"Nooooooooo!"

Then silence.

Giles and I exchange a look wondering which one of us should
approach her. Finally, I decide to take the plunge. 

"Buffy?" I ask, my voice filled with worry. I move closer to her,
kneeling down, reaching out...just as she raises her head and flinches at
the sight of me reaching for her.

"I'm sorry. Sorry," she begins to whimper and tries to coil up into
a tighter ball. Away from me. 

**Oh, God. She hates me.** I feel like I've just been punched in
the gut and my chest begins to ache.

"Willow," Giles murmured softly. "Perhaps it might be best for you
to leave and allow her time to adjust and calm down."

"Oh. OK." I say. However, I can't seem to move until he places his
hand on my arm to help me up. I'm feeling a little numb.

He escorts me to the door, "I'm sure she will be fine. She just
needs time to digest what all has happened to her."

"What if she can't? What if she never wants to see me again?" I
ask, turning my head to catch a last glimpse of her huddling on the floor
and weeping. **What have I done?**

"She just needs some time right now. I'll call you in the morning
to let you know how she is doing. Alright?" he tells me as he opens the
door.

"Fine," I murmur, unconvinced. I walk outside and he closes the
door.

As I start to walk home, my mind begins to dwell on stray thoughts.
**Buffy is in pain because of me. I have hurt my friend. Buffy is alone,
again. Buffy will never forgive me for allowing her to have sex with me.
Xander was able to hold her off during that love spell thing, why couldn't
I. Maybe, because deep down inside I really enjoyed it. But it was wrong.
That's why we had to do the spell. Which caused her pain.**

I have lost my best friend. 

I feel a lump swell in my throat and tears begin to form in my eyes.
The pain in my chest swells to the point where it is really difficult to
breathe. I stumble and move to sit on a nearby step and begin to sob.

It was for her own good.

Wasn't it?


To be continued...?