FIC: Dreams of Fire

["M.L. Tankesly" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Dreams of Fire (1/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx - or - Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Pairing: B/W
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters commonly associated
with Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they are used without permission. No
copyright infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-17
Note: This is for the listdad of the buffywantswillow list, to
celebrate
his return from the wilds of Brazil just as crazy as usual. Apparently
that rumour about him and Miss Edith, dressed as General Patton,
together in a remote villa wasn't true after all. :)
Archive: The usual places; all others ask first.
Summary: Apparently Buffy has lost her mind and is taking Willow
hostage, but all is not as it seems. Whatever will she do with our
favourite redhead? Also there is...well, Oz abuse...for all those who
have been keeping up with my other works, this will come as no real
surprise. *lol* This is set around the end of the third season. The
school has been blown up but Buffy and Willow have not yet started
University.

DREAMS OF FIRE (1/?)

Willow awoke to pain and darkness. Everything hurt from the bottom
of her feet to the ends of her hair. A dull pounding had settled itself

behind her eyes reminding her that while she felt like she had been hit
by a truck, she was very much still among the living. Pushing down
the panic threatening to overwhelm her, she took stock of her
situation. The last thing she remembered was leaving the Bronze with
Oz after the graduation victory party the gang had held, the one
lasting until sometime around three a.m., the Scoobies not being the
only ones celebrating the defeat of the mayor and the demise of
Snyder.

She remembered getting out to Oz's van, the two of them reluctant to
end the night. They had just been about to kiss when a movement out
of the corner of her eye distracted her and then everything went black
in a haze of pain. She vaguely recalled hearing a loud snap before
slipping totally into unconsciousness. The next thing she knew she
was waking up here...wherever here was.

Tentatively opening her eyes, she found herself in the center of a large

room dimly lit by what appeared to be hundreds of candles. Glancing
up she found that her hands had been chained to the ceiling rafters by
heavy chains, a quick look down confirmed that her feet were also
chained to the floor and that she was also naked. Very naked, not a
stitch of clothing in site on her body. "I'm naked." She said in
disbelief looking down at her unclothed body in confusion. She was
pretty sure she had some cloths on when she left the Bronze with Oz.

"Yes you are." A voice purred somewhere in the room and Willow felt
a cold chill go up her back at the words. Not because she was naked
and chained up in some strange place, although that did freak her out
quite a bit, but because she recognized the voice almost immediately.

"B-buffy?" She questioned in a small voice, the sound of her heart
joining the pounding in her head.

"Hmmm, yes Will?" the purring voice asked as the figure of Buffy
Summers stepped into view. But it was not the same Buffy she had
said good-bye to a few hours ago at the Bronze. This Buffy was
dressed in form-fitting red leather pants with a blood red silk shirt
opened to just between her breasts to give the viewer a really good
look at her assets if one got close enough to look. In all she looked
liked the female version of Angel during his soul-less stage last
summer...and that was something that really scared Willow.

"You're in leather! You look good but you're in leather, you haven't
been vamped and all soul-less killer like now are you? Because that
would be a bad thing, especially if you're going to kill me now, I
really
don't want to die or be a vamp." Her words were cut off as Buffy
suddenly leaned in and kissed the redhead full on the lips. Her tongue
slipped into Willow's open month as one hand reached up to keep the
redhead from pulling away.

"You talk too much," Buffy said in a playful voice, ending the kiss
after
a few moments. Taking the time to enjoy the dazed look in her
captive's eyes. "Someone has been naughty," she added running a
hand though Willow's shoulder-length hair.

"R-really," came the somewhat breathless reply, as Willow tried to
calm her breathing and re-gather her shattered thoughts. 'This is not
happening,' she told herself staring into her best friend's lust filled
eyes, 'this is Buffy, my best friend this can't be happening.'

"Yes really," Buffy confirmed with a laugh enjoying the effect she was
having on the other girl. Something seemed so 'right' about having
the redhead chained immobile before her ready at a moment's notice
for her undivided attention. Ready for the pleasure and the pain that
only she could give to her little Willow. 'It wouldn't take long to
properly train her,' her mind reasoned, already noting with pleasure
the effects of the simple kiss had had on the hacker. But first there
was something she had to do, her little Willow had been naughty with
the mutt before graduation. While she had been readying herself to
do battle with that wannabe-demon of a mayor, Willow had been
losing her virginity in the back of Oz's van! That betrayal could not
go
unpunished, she hated to have to hurt Willow on their first night
together but there was really no other way. Willow had to be punished,
then they could see to more pleasurable pursuits just the two of them,
away from all the others. "You shouldn't have let him touch you."
Buffy said her blue eyes hardening as they stared unflinchingly into
Willow's terrified green ones.

"Touch me?" Willow said confused, trying to follow the rather strange
conversation she was having with her best friend, her usually quick,
analytical mind having trouble understanding the surreal situation she
had woken up in. Then something occurred to her, "you mean Oz!"

"Yes Oz!" Buffy all but growled tangling one hand in Willow's hair and
pulling back. "You let him touch you," she hissed out suddenly
looming over her best friend. "For that you have to be punished."

"Pun-punished?" Willow questioned as Buffy released the hold on her
hair and stalked over to a large built-in cabinet along one wall. 'No,
no
punishment is bad.' She told herself watching wide-eyed as Buffy
opened the cabinet and pulled out a rather long whip.

Taking up a position behind and to the left of the naked redhead. "I
don't want to do this, Willow. But you let him touch what is mine, you
have to learn that you are mine and will always be mine," Buffy spoke
in a low calm voice, and Willow almost believed that she really was
sorry. At least until the first whiplash fell across her back in a
blinding
pain, Willow's screams echoing throughout the large room as, blow
after blow fell across her back and upper legs until she lost
consciousness
sometime later.

End Part One.