Ten Thousand Days - 4 - Wings
by Valyssia
Broken
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The remainder of her night was filled with intense, erotic dreams. When Buffy awoke again that morning, she knew exactly what had happened the prior evening. The dark magicks her witch channeled had awakened the slayer. Her relaxing, dropping her defenses, had simply given it an open doorway. In the end it left her feeling incredibly alive, but also intensely guilty. She'd hurt Willow, despite the reassurances to the contrary, and it weighed heavily on her heart.
Buffy lay on the bed with her eyes closed allowing her witch to do as she pleased. When the final Ben Wa Ball slid inside, she waited patiently for the clothing she knew would come. Dressing mechanically in a black leather miniskirt and thin cotton shirt, she remarked casually, "I need to see Faith today and setup—" she glanced at the clock and growled, "Fuck!" 6:53AM. Willow came over, and led her to the trunk, forcing her onto her knees.
Stooping over the chest, Willow opened it and pulled a curved piece of silicone with a flange at its base from the top tray. When she closed the lid, she pushed her slayer face-down over it, tugging her skirt up over her ass.
Buffy gasped as the cold lubricant hit her. Her body bucked in protest as the first finger slipped gently inside. Then a wave of warm tingly sensation crept over the surface of her skin. She felt like her entire body was about to explode, but the cascade never came. Her witch was blocking it. She shuddered violently when the second finger penetrated her, followed closely by relief and then panic as something entered. She clenched her muscles around this new invader. It felt impossibly large. She wondered how she would move.
Willow took a towel from the nightstand and swabbed up the mess, then pulled her slayer's skirt back down. She quickly washed her hands, finished dressing, then went downstairs to cook, glancing back at her immobile slayer as she left the room.
I now know how a turkey feels on Thanksgiving. Buffy sighed and tried to rise to her feet. The movement caused her to shudder and she fell back to her knees trembling. This is gonna be just peachy. So much for training. She struggled to stand, pushing up on the trunk. After righting herself, she took a deep breath to calm the overwhelming waves of sensation. She tugged at her skirt and took a step. Her body twitched as she moved. The idea of being so completely incapacitated by a few trinkets tore at her. Now we know...any Big Bad that wants run of whatever—sex is my weakness. By the time she finally made it downstairs she felt like all of her nerve endings were exposed. After last night, I deserve it. An extended breath passed in and out as she worked to ground herself against the flood of sensations.
As her slayer took a seat, Willow helped her to purge some of the unwanted sexual energy. Breakfast was nearly done and she absently cut up strawberries as she assisted her mate. "Knife training with me at one and we need to get the pups from Xander. Otherwise, you have the day off. You can call F. and schedule training with the girls for tonight. You'll be free by six. Your word today is 'Satsu'."
"Why the name game, Will," Buffy asked pensively. Her witch placed a plate of waffles and strawberries in front of her and she shifted back in her chair. She felt waves wash over her and stop as her partner clamped down, blocking the orgasm. Her eyes narrowed and she growled loudly. A quick glance at the fridge told her that Willow's word today had been her downfall less than an hour ago. It annoyed her that the witch seemed to so seamlessly adapt.
"I'd recommend TV today, Buffy," Willow offered reassuringly as she took a seat next to her slayer to eat. "The name game is simple. You don't have to plan so much not to say a name. This gets really tough when we move to the next level."
Buffy looked completely unimpressed as she queried, "So, this is the easy?" Insane only begins to cover this. And I asked for it. I'm an idiot and that's the bottom line. She sighed. But I deserve it.
"It's very easy compared to trying to find a way to eliminate a common pronoun. That's the next level," Willow replied pensively and took another bite of waffle.
The need for food finally won out and Buffy poured some strawberry syrup over her waffles. She took a bite, trying not to shift on the hard wooden stool. "So, safe to assume, new Big Bad and Andrew was murdered?" she asked between bites.
"Yes," Willow confirmed, continuing to eat and absently run over the less naughty details of the previous night. After several minutes of silence, she reflected, "She was nasty, Buffy. All I got was a basic read when she entered the room. An impression of deep malevolence."
"We need to figure out where Giles is," Buffy stated frankly. Taking a bite of waffle and carefully chewing it, she added, "He's right in the middle of this and you know it."
"No wrathy—remember. We think it out," Willow reminded.
"I'm gonna need some slack to do my job when we get it figured," Buffy stated brusquely between bites.
Willow finished a mouthful of waffle and responded firmly, "You'll have it if and only if I think the plan's good. The coven's working on locating him. So far no good. This woman, whoever she is—she's got some power."
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By the time her training session came around, Buffy was ready to hurt something. She took on both Alpha and Omega teams led by Faith and for the better part of an hour made them look like rank amateurs. They got a few good blows in, but Buffy prevailed. She even managed rip the scythe out of Faith's hands with magick, something that caused the brunette to fume. Especially when Buffy simply passed it back to her as she evaded four separate attacks from other team members. Her heart crashed through her chest near the end of the hour when she accidentally said Satsu's name. She glanced over to her witch and her concentration went straight to hell. The teams had her on the floor in less than ten minutes.
Willow walked up to her slayer and announced, "She's mine now. Great job, girls! Get some rest." Offering a hand, she helped her lover to stand.
"I'm hopeless," Buffy remarked, hanging her head in shame.
"No, you have a weakness. It's a totally different thing," Willow offered sympathetically as she led her slayer across the huge lobby to their apartment. Once inside, she led her up to their bedroom. "Take your clothes off, bow your head and kneel. Wait for me and don't move. When I return don't look up or speak," she commanded firmly, leaving the room to take the pups for a quick run.
Buffy stood where she'd been positioned to the right of the door, removing her tennis shoes and socks. Then she peeled off the damp sweats, tank-top, and bra. Making a neat pile of the clothing on the dresser next to her, she kneeled and stared at the floor in front of her. She fought the urge to become impatient with controlled breathing techniques and relaxation exercises. When her witch reentered the room, she was perfectly placid.
Willow began to pace around her slayer. She made several laps as if inspecting her, before she finally commanded, "For the next two hours I own you. You will not speak unless asked a direct question. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Buffy replied in a peaceful voice.
"Stand," Willow directed. She watched to see that her slayer kept her gaze at the floor. "Now go to the bench." She crossed the room to retrieve lube and toys.
Her eyes remained fixed on the floor as Buffy made her way to the new piece of furniture. She stared at the narrow wooden top that wasn't large enough to fully support her and cleared her mind.
"Put these on," Willow commanded, pointing at the set of six leather manacles and the blindfold.
Buffy began with her ankles and worked her way up. The last thing she put on was the blindfold.
"When you leave the bench you will absolved of blame for any harm you believe you did last night. The price will be paid in full," Willow directed.
Buffy followed the silent prompts as her witch laid her over the bench. She felt something slide and lock into place. The first thing strapped down was her thighs. They were splayed open and seemed to be suspended. Her wrists came next. It took several minutes to stretch and pull her arms down tight. The tension from the stretched nylon rope caused the cuffs to bite into her skin. Her shoulders dug into the edges of the bench top. The final thing the witch bound was her ankles. It took slightly longer for them and when the process was done, she couldn't move at all. There were several more passes made with the heavy nylon rope around the small of her back to keep her completely still. When these were cinched down, she breathed out to control a wince.
There was slightly more support than being tied to a sawhorse, but the sensation seemed like it might be similar. Her head hung off the end with no support. It was the only part of her body left free to move. Buffy came to the stark realization that left like this for long, she might not be able to break free. After a short internal debate, she decided to see it through to whatever end.
"I didn't want this," Willow began. As she spoke she applied a coating of lube to the slayer and began to fondle her. A soft moan issued from the blond and she barked, "You will remain silent on the bench, or I will gag you." Then she slid a finger inside, stretching the tight opening. "The more I thought about it, though, the more sense it made. You need to see," she remarked, pressing another finger in. "You need to know as much as I need to forget."
Buffy bit down hard to stifle a groan as the third finger pressed inside and a firm tempo followed. Then there was a moment's relief and something impossibly large and very cold pressed inside. A soft gasp issued from her and she felt her witch cross the room.
Willow removed her clothing and went to the trunk. After putting on a strap-on, she seized a gag and hood and returned to the slayer.
On her witch's return a ball was forced into Buffy's mouth and leather straps wrapped around her head. Then the hood slid over. Within seconds the plug was cleared and something thrust deep into her. She thrashed reflexively against the bindings, barely moving them. All she could do was breathe out through her nose and try to relax when her witch started to move against her.
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It had been about fifteen minutes since Willow cut her free and left the room in tears. Buffy found her way into the bathroom by herself, unable to go look for her witch. She worried about her, but a fraction over an hour on the bench had left her with a new appreciation for the word 'rape'. She understood what it meant intimately.
Buffy sat in the bath as it filled, every inch of her ached as though she'd been beaten. She hung her head, looking at the faint traces of blood that seeped out from between her legs into the shallow bathwater. The inside muscle of her right forearm twitched. She clenched her fist to make it stop, but it was no use. She sat and dully watched it.
And she wanted me to do that to her? I'd spend my life on the bench before... I'd rather die. Clueless. I can't really compare anything I've experienced to that. Adds a new level to the being term 'being used'. You are reduced to an object on the bench. No identity. Funny, she said yesterday that part of me might like it. Years ago, part of me might've felt I deserved it. But like it? That was the thing with Spike. This? This took that to a whole new level.
I totally see why—the biting—it didn't seem to faze her. She comes from a life where blood was part of sex. My goddess. I think she—I hope she understands I could never hurt her like that. All the testing—all the dominance games. They make total sense now. She was pushing me to see. Push all you want—I'd rather die.
Buffy reclined into the bathtub. I hope she's okay. The hot water began to work it's magic as she closed her eyes. She heard movement in the bedroom and called out, "Will?" No one answered, but she heard the sounds of rustling that could only be her witch dressing. She crawled out of the tub and staggered to the doorway, leaning hard against the frame.
"Buffy, I can't," Willow sobbed as she pulled a shirt over her head.
"Will, please, come talk," Buffy pleaded. Seeing that Willow intended to leave, she moved to block her path. It was an act that left her almost entirely drained. She slumped against her witch and began to beg, "Don't leave. Please don't'."
Willow narrowed her eyes. She looked irritated as she snarled, "You forgive me, don't you?"
"Forgive you? There's nothing to forgive. You wanted to make me see. Now I do," Buffy replied simply as she clung to her witch.
"But I don't forgive me, Buffy. All I've done since I came here is torment you," Willow spat, trying to free herself.
Buffy clung to her witch with all her remaining strength. "And love me unconditionally," she whispered softly. Once the struggle stopped, she added resolutely, "Not letting go."
Willow put her arms around shivering her slayer and began to weep once more. She helped Buffy back into the bathroom and flipped the lever to drain the almost overflowing bathtub.
Buffy sat on the step and watched her witch turn off the taps. When the water level decreased enough for her to return to the bath she did.
Once her slayer moved, Willow pulled the wicker bench over and sat down. She stared down at the faint traces of blood on the step and admitted, "I don't understand you. I thought I did. I was convinced I knew Buffy Summers better than anyone else. I was wrong."
"It's like I told you. I'm not the same person you knew. I thought I was the one—" Buffy cut off unable to find the heart to tease, "I get it, Will."
Turning her stare from the step to look at her slayer's profile, Willow asked pensively, "You get what?"
"The practice," Buffy stated plainly. After a soft sigh she turned to meet her witch's gaze and reflected, "Words can hurt. It trains you to be careful what you say."
A soft smile warmed her tear stained face and Willow tipped her chin in affirmation. "Lesson learned," she whispered.
Buffy reclined back into the tub. The hot water worked wonders on her aching joints and muscles. It rinsed away the filth and allowed her body to begin to heal. She sat quietly letting it do its magic. Finally, after several minutes of complete silence, she offered, "I want you to do the spell, Will."
"My god, Buffy, how can you say that after—?" Willow sputtered. Her expression was the picture of incredulity.
"Because you taught me something else today. Just as valuable... Weakness. I can't control that part. I've tried like hell. I'd rather you control it. Then it can never be used to hurt me, to hurt us," Buffy replied candidly.
Willow stared at her slayer's profile, unable to resolve her feelings. I just raped her. That's the only way—and she wants to... The most frightening thing is that the entire time, she focused on me—my needs. How? "No," she answered firmly.
Buffy inclined her head and looked at the tormented expression on her witch's face. "Remember what you said to me about absolution?" she whispered. A soft sigh slipped out before she could continue. "It's your turn. Just like with me last night. You believe you did something bad...and maybe you did, but I don't feel that way. Now I'm not gonna tie you up to make my point. In fact, when I get out of this tub—that bench: kindling—but you will forgive yourself."
"Or?" Willow prompted.
A wicked smirk infected her features as Buffy teased, "Spankings." The expression died away with no laughter. It was several moments before, she added, "You were right. The seeing—the understanding...it changed me. I now know that I can't hurt you. I'm no longer scared that I will. And you know why?"
Willow simply nodded for her slayer to continue.
"Because you're stronger than me," Buffy responded honestly.
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Buffy woke up in her witch's arms and gently slipped away to shower. Her body was surprising still a little sore from the previous night. She tried to imagine how Willow had coped with it. No wonder she was wigged. I'm amazed she let me touch her at all. Some gift—would've been better to not to. She wordlessly passed her partner and went to lie on the bed and wait. When she heard the shower shut off, she rolled onto her side, facing the bathroom.
As Willow exited the bathroom, she remarked, "You don't have to do that, Buffy. Remember, no more games?"
"I want to. It's a good way to wake up. Remember?" Buffy purred. When her witch approached, she turned onto her back, following the silent command without it being issued.
Willow walked over to the chest and took out the Ziploc bag. She returned to her slayer and started to remove the captive bead from the piercing ring. A hand clamped over hers.
"I like them," Buffy offered reassuringly.
A crease wrinkled her brow when Willow glanced up to meet her slayer's gaze. She couldn't help but giggle when the hand moved to smooth it down. "You'll tell me if you get sore?" she prompted.
"Course," Buffy replied. A bright smile lit her features, then she added, "And this no-games thing? No fun. One today for knives. I'm actually getting better. You can't just cut me off. Did you see the look on Faith's face yesterday?"
Willow smiled then her expression turned serious and she asked, "So, what don't you like?"
After pulling a pillow under her head to make it easier to keep eye contact, Buffy cocked an eyebrow and replied, "There wasn't much I didn't like. That stuff, you already know. It's not like its some huge mystery. Nothing's changed, Will, but everything's changed," she sighed, "What I don't get is how you did it."
"Did what?" Willow queried, seeking clarification.
"Last night," Buffy answered in a gentle curious tone.
Her face sagged into a dark scowl. When Willow finally spoke her voice was distant and brooding, "I let the demons out, every ounce of anger. It wasn't about you. But what finally broke me was you. You kept helping me, touching me with your magick. It made me want to die. I couldn't believe anyone could love me that much. I wanted to hate you for it, but—" a tear slid down her cheek, "I believe you now."
As Buffy considered her witch's words, a deep crease appeared in her brow. Eventually she relaxed enough to ask, "Do you feel better?"
"Better, but horrible," Willow replied with a deep sigh. She rose to her hands and knees then moved around to lie on her side with her head on her lover's thigh, wrapping her pinned left arm underneath it.
As her witch lifted her free arm out of the way, Buffy wrapped her left leg over her waist, gently pulling her closer. She reached down and started to stroke her soft red hair. Finally once they were both comfortable, she reflected truthfully, "Hardest thing in the world to forgive yourself. I think that's why religion's such a hot seller. Its still creepy, but being able to put your problems in a little box and say, 'forgive me'—huge retail value. I can totally see the appeal," she sighed, "You know what you said about 'one good thing'—a good memory?"
Her face darkened as Willow reflected, "Yeah...instead I got...I got the worst—" She choked and a tear slipped out. Unable to continue, she simply hugged the thigh she held and began to caress her lover's stomach with her free hand.
Her face filled with compassion as Buffy explained, "You said you were gonna toss the whole thing into some sorta mental abyss—totally forget it. I couldn't understand that." She started to run her fingers through the redhead's hair again to sooth her. "See...for me all the things, good and bad—they're me. The bad ones. You just sorta learn to live with," she sighed, "Last night wasn't a bad. What it was: understanding. I don't see it as something you did to me. It's something you needed me to see, something you showed me."
A long silence passed between them. What'd I do to deserve her? Finally Willow raised her head enough to show the tiny scar, trailing a finger lightly over it, "I feel the same way about this—" then she passed her finger over the tiny silver ring, "as you do about this."
Buffy's breath issued in soft short gasps for a moment then she composed herself. "I still want the spell," she said pointedly.
Willow looked skeptical. "Buffy, this is a huge thing. Once you're bound I have no intention of releasing you unless you leave me. Consider that then tell me the same thing this time next month."
"I will," Buffy replied truthfully.
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Willow stared at the three large black trash bags in the foyer of their apartment. "I supposed we should get a dolly to move these," she mumbled.
"I'll be back in a few," Buffy replied as she swept out the door. It's over... At least I think it is. There's nothing left that scares me. Knowing exactly what's there—big relief. Just hope no one goes through— I can see some homeless person at the dump—open a bag—bondage gear. She chuckled and pressed the button to queue the elevator.
The young slayer at the guard desk waved and Buffy cheerfully returned the gesture. Some of that stuff was hilarious though. The dildo larger than my entire forearm, 'Rambo Dick'. I can still feel all the blood pooling in my feet. She bought it as a gag. Called it a doorstop. Go figure...now it is... The doors slid open and Buffy boarded the elevator, stabbing the button to take her to the parking garage.
Buffy turned around and waited for the second set of doors to slide open. When they did, she moved purposefully to a storage area next to the elevator and retrieved a hand-truck. The best—the most classic of items my perverse little witch found—'The Baby Jesus Butt Plug' and matching 'Virgin Mary Dildo'. Curio cabinet stuff. And that's where they went. In the family room. Again—with Xander's face... I'm gonna have a camera with me next movie night. She made her way back to the apartment and loaded the bags onto the dolly.
After assisting with the loading, Willow remarked, "There's something you need to know, Buffy."
Setting off for the dumpster, Buffy replied over her shoulder, "Shoot."
"Shae's leaving," Willow offered pensively as she sped up to match her slayer's pace.
Turning her head, Buffy met her witch's gaze and commented perplexedly as she pressed the elevator button again, "She just got here."
After she boarded the elevator, Willow responded, "There's a story. See...we decided that part of the new research team should be field research, remember?"
"Yeah...I was one of the ones that was on board—supported you," Buffy responded thoughtfully.
Willow nodded. "It's a good idea to take a look before we make with the violence. Well, guess who Xander assigned me as a field agent?"
"Dunno, Will," Buffy prompted. Once her witch had departed the elevator, she turned the flat-cart and pulled it through the doors.
"Kennedy," Willow replied amusedly as her slayer's face sagged into a scowl. An impish grin twisted her features and she added, "I found a really cushy gig for her first time out, three months observing a cult of native demon worshippers in the rainforests of Brazil. Shae wanted to go along. She's all caught up in her studies and she really wants to explore the demonic side of her nature. Perfect place for it. So, the two of them are leaving this afternoon."
Buffy pulled the dolly up to the dumpster and chucked the first heavy bag inside before she quipped, "I'll have to let Shae know we won't be pissed if she accidentally loses something." A snicker escaped just before she tossed in bag number two.
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Exiting the lecture hall, Dawn set off at a rapid pace across the campus of UC Berkeley. I have an hour to burn before my next class. She spied a shade tree in the quad and made her way over to it, lounging to have a bite to eat and read over some of her homework. Rummaging through her pack, she found the right book and a banana.
"Anthropology, a noble study," purred a soft feminine voice.
Dawn looked up at the voluptuous dark haired woman and asked, "Do I know you?" Look, it's Bondage Barbie. She restrained an eye roll as her gaze traveled down the tightly leather wrapped form of the woman attempting to engage her in small talk. The woman took a seat next to her, stretching out her legs and leaning back against the tree. A soft sigh passed over Dawn's lips as she put her book down and turned to face the stranger.
Arching her back, she stretched like a great cat and remarked, "We have common friends. My name is Alexa."
Dawn spent a moment looking over Alexa. Her features were exaggerated like some male fantasy caricature of the perfect woman. Her generous bosom spilled out of the tight, incredibly-low-cut v-neck leather top. Her waist appeared impossibly slender to support the weight of her chest while her muscular hips where broader than Dawn's own. She scanned down the woman's long, trim legs to the high-heeled boots she wore and suddenly it occurred to her how inappropriate checking this woman out actually was. She looks like some sort of superhero or something. "My name's Dawn," she finally offered, making eye contact with Alexa.
"I know," Alexa replied, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind the younger woman's ear.
Dawn considered flinching as the woman's long delicate fingers came near her face, but there was something about her. She looked into her dark, bedroom eyes and felt suddenly perfectly at ease.
A supple smile played at the corners of Alexa's pouty lips as she asked, "I would like you to come with me, Dawn. Would you like that?"
"Sure," Dawn confirmed without even stopping to think.
Alexa stood and offered a hand down. "Don't forget your things, Dawn."
Dawn rushed to pack her backpack and stood, allowing the strange woman to lead her away.
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Buffy tilted her hips to the left and placed her left hand to her waist. As a mischievous smile brightened her face, she held out a throwing knife and teased, "You owe me two hours, witch. Laundry for you."
Willow's eyes scanned her slayer's form. It almost made her laugh to see the cocky 'slayer stance' from a Buffy who was clad only in a skimpy lace g-string. This 'job' comes with major bonuses—big ones... She hung her head bashfully and started to leave the room.
"Hold it," Buffy watched as the redhead stopped in her tracks. Still playing with the knife, she walked over and made a lap around her witch, eyeing her as though she was trying to make some sort of decision.
Willow's gaze was fixed on the floor; she almost kneeled, but caught herself.
"Take your clothes off," Buffy purred, continuing to pace around her partner. She watched intently as her witch complied. Once her witch was naked, she led her into the bedroom and guided her to the bed.
Willow watched her slayer shed the g-string and make her way to the toy box. A supple smile warmed the witch's face when Buffy rose with the 'safe option'. She accepted it and prepared, pressing the curved end of the dildo inside herself.
Buffy slid into bed across from her witch and said in a soft voice, "The other night, Will...you did something to me. I need to know. Majorly phobic now, so be gentle," As she spoke she rolled onto her side and raised her top leg, bending it at the knee.
"Touch yourself, Buffy," Willow whispered as she pulled a tube of lubricant out of the nightstand. She set the tube aside on the bed where she could reach it and curled up behind her slayer, pressing the dildo inside.
Buffy moaned as her witch removed the charm and started to make love to her. She ran a finger over the path the barbell traveled under the skin of her clitoral hood. Rubbing the silver ball, she pressed it gently against the nerve bundle. Her body trembled and her witch wrapped around her fondling her right breast. A gasp issued from her when Willow captured her nipple between her fingers and pinched. She thrust her hips back against her writhing lover, deepening the penetration. She moved her finger tips to caress the ring, drawing circles in her own sex. A soft approving moan passed through her parted lips.
"Masturbate for me, Buffy," Willow whispered into her lover's ear.
As her witch slipped out, she pressed her fingers inside and set off in a languid cadence, drawing more tiny circles inside herself. Soft gasps replaced normal breaths. Then a loud groan issued from her when her witch inserted a slippery finger inside. Her vision spotted as the massage commenced. "Oh Goddess," she moaned.
Carefully working to relax the muscles, Willow inserted another finger and blocked the crashing cadence that threatened to overtake her slayer.
The fingers slipped out, gently replaced by the dildo and her witch started to tenderly move against her. Buffy's body locked and shuddered. She increased the rhythm of her own attention as her lover reached around her and began to fondle her breast with her slippery hand.
The rhythm Willow set was very subtle, she barely moved inside her slayer. "Like this?" she whispered into her lover's ear, placing tender kisses on her neck after she spoke.
A growl issued from her as Buffy pressed back, deepening the subtle thrusts. Her hand moved furiously against her. Sweat glistened on her skin. "More," she demanded.
Willow answered the command, cautiously increasing the pace. Her own body started to react to the tender ministrations. She groaned when her lover bucked against her insistently. Careful not to hurt, she gently increased the cadence and directed, "Cum for me, Buffy," as she dropped her magickal hold on her lover's body.
Buffy turned her head and growled. Biting into her pillow, she futilely tried to control the flood. Her body wept and seized as waves of energy poured from her. Behind her closed eyes, flashes of light rippled and pulsed.
The bed creaked ominously, but Willow ignored it, concentrating instead on her slayer. As the energy rose, she channeled it, controlling its flow and extending her lover's orgasm. She slowed to a very subtle rocking, applying just enough pressure to sustain the cascade. When her partner quieted, she slipped from inside her and removed the prop, dropping it over the edge of the bed. She wrapped her arms around her lover, soothing the violent quivering.
Buffy settled into her witch's arms. Her body shivered and twitched as she laid there. She caressed herself absently for no other reason than that it felt good. Warm waves of sensation continued to course over her as she moved her hand inside, stroking the knurled flesh. Finally, she remarked in a soft voice, "You didn't cum."
"You didn't tell me I could," Willow countered as she rolled onto her back.
After removing her hand, Buffy turned to face her witch and directed in a silky voice, "Cum for me."
Willow began to touch herself as her slayer peered lovingly at her. As they were offered, she suckled her lover's fingers, licking them clean.
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Giles stood staring into the corner of the room. He couldn't bring himself to avert his eyes from this one safe space. He heard Dawn moan and it caused him to want to cover his ears.
The last restraint snapped tight over the young woman's arm and Alexa crooned, "What's the matter, Giles? Are you shocked by the love making of two women?"
"That woman has been like a daughter to me. I only show discretion out of the utmost respect," Giles countered heatedly.
"This woman is consort of the Egregore, she is fertile and the devil's herb will help insure that by night's end she will carry a son. You should be at her feet, fool," Alexa spat.
Giles finally brought himself to turn. I need to be certain she is unharmed. He stared in horror at the heavy Saint Andrew's cross Dawn was strapped to. It appeared to be made from charred, rough-hewn logs. She beamed at him when he turned to face her, obviously ignorant of her own nudity and peril. That evil harpy! He watched, unable to make himself move as Alexa's fingers massaged the younger Summers' core. After a moment, he averted his gaze unable to take it anymore. She's alive and Glorificus was a minor inconvenience compared to the peril she's in now. They won't kill her. At least that much is good.
Alexa continued to prepare the slayer's sister to meet her new mate, working the oil deep inside her. "I said kneel!" she commanded, forcing the insolent man into a pose of deepest genuflection.
After several moments of struggle, Giles gave up trying to raise his forehead from the floor. His glasses fogged and streaked as he wept silently at his own uselessness. All he could do was listen while Dawn virtually purred under Alexa's ministrations, unaware of her own fate.
Alexa applied one last coating of the belladonna ointment to the younger woman. After driving Dawn to climax, she snapped the latex glove off her hand, casting it aside. Then she walked over and kicked the watcher onto his back. "You will go to Buffy Summers. Pray she doesn't kill you," she ordered. Placing a foot on Giles groin, she pressed down and said, "Kill the witch and bring the slayer here by midnight or your life is forfeit."
Giles screamed as Alexa stepped with all her weight on his groin. Tears again welled up in his eyes and he began to sob.
"I'll give you a reason to cry, pathetic man," Alexa snarled. After delivering a harsh kick with the heel of her boot to the watcher's genitals, she went to the corner of the room and picked up the black stone box. Caressing the hidden symbols, she placed it on the floor.
Giles blinked back the tears and stared agape at the hazy view he had of what was happening. The box floated off the floor. Its corners slid each in opposing direction, rotating and folding back against the box. This triangular unfolding seemed to continue until the box was a long straight staff, hanging vertical in the air.
Alexa walked over and grabbed either side of the shaft, splitting the shaft lengthwise.
Blinking again, Giles wanted to clean his glasses, but didn't dare for lack of time. A thick blackness opened up between the two halves of the staff. He was desperate to rise when Dawn's cross rotated up to horizontal and drifted into the darkness with Alexa in its wake.
After a couple of attempts, Giles eventually managed to sit. His crotch felt like it was on fire and swelling had obviously begun. He almost cried out when his thigh touched the tender flesh. He took his glasses off and started to clean them just as the black curtain snapped shut. He heard the box clatter to the floor after a bunch of blurry movement he knew to be the geometric unfolding of the staff.
Giles crawled painfully from the room, afraid the box might snare him again. Bugger, Ripper! What're you going to do now?
***********
When the phone rang, Buffy cussed. "Hold for a sec so I can get this without the embarrassing moans," she said in a silky voice.
Willow wasn't sure what to do. "Lemme finish putting this one in first," she remarked, carefully sliding the white gold barbell through the piercing as her lover trembled softly at the touch. "'Kay...done," she confirmed. As she patiently lay waiting to continue, she rolled the dark blue opal bead between her fingers, watching the rainbow pattern reflect in the light. I'm glad she liked these. I thought they were really pretty.
Buffy picked up the phone and came within inches of grumbling 'what'. Silently reprimanding herself, she said, "Hello."
Xander's voice sounded on the other end, "Buffy, Giles just popped up. He's local and alone according to the coven. Faith and Omega just rolled to bring him in."
"Good, I want a word," Buffy growled.
"Figured you would. He should be with us in about an hour. I always end up with the fun stuff. Build a cage to hold your former boss in under an hour sometime. And the party never ends," Xander remarked with a laugh.
Buffy chuckled as she tried to imagine how Xander was going to manage. "Just throw him at me. I'll break his legs. Problem solved."
After a short pause to completely avoid comment, Xander suggest politely, "Well, Buff, I know you're busy. Faith says your 'training' kept her up last night. She's starting to get grumpy." The result of attempting politeness was several restrained snickers and a soft snort mid-thought. Hey, maybe Faith will trade rooms with me? Bad, Xander! Bad, bad, severe badness. That path leads to blindness and furry palms.
"We'll keep that in mind. Goddess knows Faith needs all the beauty rest she can get," Buffy countered waspishly.
"Alright then, I'll let you ladies get back to 'training,'" Xander offered, regretting having said a word. I'm gonna talk to Faith about that room swap when she gets back.
"Later, Xander," Buffy replied grumpily, hanging up the phone with a thud when she was done. "I like these old phones. You just can't slam the phone down with a cordless. Phone slamming is becoming a lost art. I may create a petition. Get people to sign. It could be a thing. What would I call it?" she ranted sarcastically.
"Stop with the avoidy. Spill, Buff," Willow prompted as she popped the captive bead free.
After her back muscles finally relaxed, Buffy commented, "Make it easier on me next time and I will," she sighed, "They're bringing Giles in. Well, that and we're keeping Faith—" A soft shiver caused her to lose her train of thought.
***********
Dawn slowly became aware of her surroundings. From what she could tell, she was in a vast dark room. The cross she was bound to hung horizontal on four spiked pillars. Torches stuck out of brackets in the pillars providing the only illumination. Resting her neck against the rough, wooden cross beam again, she listened. There were muffled voices all around her and she suddenly became very self-conscious. She tested the bonds that held her to the cross, three on each limb. Reaching out to touch them with her mind, she attempted magick, but found it useless.
After a long wait where she tried to consider every option open to her, a face loomed out of the blackness. My goddess, he's a hottie. Her eyes dilated as they traveled over his milky complexion. His face was flawless like a picture she once saw of Michelangelo's David. She looked at the thick black curls that fell over the man's shoulders. Her eyes moved down his trim, oiled, muscular form. When she got to the muscles of his abdomen, she stifled a scream. Until you get to that. Forcing herself to look, she continued down his curly-black-furred lower half. Major ick-factor. He has hooves. Okay, so...half man, half goat...or is that horse—totally hard to tell. I dropped into the petting zoo...in Hell. From the looks of things... She cringed. Heavy petting...
Dawn watched the demon remove the long, red, embroidered loin cloth. Suppressing a shudder, she looked at his groin. Definitely horse. The fur-covered sheath his penis was recessed into began to bulge as his erection swelled. Her eyes got wider while it continued to swell. She peered at the man-beast's groin as his testicles descended. They were as large as her fist. His penis, now fully erect, was about the thickness of her forearm and rose to just below his ribcage. She trembled, unable to contain the urge. He's a satyr. Wow...didn't notice the horns. Grateful for the distraction, she looked up at his face when he finally spoke. It was the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard. She would've died to hear him sing.
"Do I not please you?" the demon asked, his tone thick with hurt. He walked up to the head of the cross and began to stroke her hair. Seeing that she had calmed, he queried again, "What is your name, my lovely maiden?"
After several moments of simply peering up into his dark blue-green eyes, she replied plainly, "Dawn." They're like the ocean.
"Dawn, my love. I have a gift for you. You shall possess powers no mortal woman might wish. I require you to drink first. Will you do that, love?" the demon queried kindly. Seeing the woman nod, he began to masturbate. "This will fortify you, so you might bear my seed," he grunted as he stroked his huge, oily-black member.
Dawn obeyed his silent wish and tilted her head to the side, placing her mouth around the tip of his penis. When he came, she drank deeply of him. Her body began to feel different, stronger somehow. She ripped the restraints free and stood in front of him. Unseen people cheered around her. All she wanted was to make this man happy. It was her only interest in life.
Dawn gladly bent over the cross as his gentle hands pressed her forward. Her breast collided with the rough wood much sooner that she expected. When she looked down at her chest, she was shocked. Her breasts had nearly doubled in size. She moved forward to allow them to rest around the narrowest part of the cross, pressing her legs tight against where her neck had lain moments before. A loud groan issued from her when he forced deep inside and she grabbed the broken restraints to steady herself.
The demon reached to touch the swollen nerve bundle between his bride's legs. As he caressed the engorged, slippery nub, to give her pleasure, he began to pound into her, feeling her open to accommodate him. Her juices flowed out, coating the thick fur of his loins. "We shall mate all night, my love. By morning you will be with child," he grunted then yielded to the first of many joys his new bride would bring.
Her world completely forgotten, Dawn thought this sounded wonderful. As her mate came, a sense of peace washed over her. She wasn't surprised at all when his sharp thrusts continued mere seconds later. Their cries of ecstasy filled the room blending with the echoing cheers of the crowd.
***********
"Faith, you must listen to me," Giles begged as he staggered along, trying not to pull at the tether that was threaded between his legs, linking his cuffed hands to the slayer. He denied the impulse to cup his hands over himself to preserve what was left of his self-respect.
Faith resisted the urge to jerk on the tether and plant the watcher on his face. "You got nothin' I want to hear, G. Right now, I'm doin' well to keep your ass walkin'. Wanna see what I really want? Keep talkin'," she said smoothly.
"You must—" Giles stopped short as the slayer yanked hard on the leash and pounded into his manhood. The action sent him tumbling face first down a short flight of stairs.
Faith kindly held tight to the leash, keeping the watcher from tumbling the full height. When he stopped and hung by the cord, she noted, "Wasn't told I couldn't hurt ya, G. Keep talkin'. We'll see how many bones I can break before I getcha in the car."
Giles lay halfway down the short staircase panting and clutching his crotch. He licked his split lip to clear the blood. While he was afforded a moment that the slayer really couldn't harm him any further, he rushed to gasp out, "Egregore, Faith, you must say that word to Willow," he wheezed as the slayer kicked his ribs, "Egregore... And for god's sake keep Willow away from me, please."
"Wait, Mr. Belvedere, you want me to do what?" Faith asked incredulously as she yanked the watcher to his feet by the tether.
Giles bit down so hard to keep from screaming that he was certain he'd chipped a tooth. "Willow's not safe around me. Keep her away," he grunted through his pain.
"Are you threatening, Will? 'Cause B.'ll have kittens...and your head," Faith prompted, half hoping for another reason to plant the watcher on his face.
Giles started to move as the slayer pushed him along. "Faith, this is much deeper and darker than just one man. Say the word to Willow. Then tell her I said stay away," he offered patiently. Breathing to suppress the pain, he repeated, "Egregore. Say it, Faith. You mustn't forget."
"E-Gregory," Faith echoed vaguely. Popping the trunk of her car with the remote, she opened an electric guitar case and placed the scythe inside. After removing the case, she shoved Giles into the trunk of her car. She slammed the trunk forcefully. "Have a nice ride, G.," she chimed in a pleasant voice, patting the deck lid to punctuate.
Faith moved to the rear door and stowed the scythe in the backseat. Then she slid into the driver's seat and fired the ignition. A wolfish grin infected her features as she looked over at Rona and purred, "How the mighty have fallen...on their face." After dropping the Evo into first and dumping the clutch, she added, "Sorry 'bout the bumpy ride, Jeeves." She erupted into giggles as she whipped the car around a corner.
A voice sounded over her earpiece, "Faith, what're we doing with this box?"
Faith touched the Bluetooth earpiece and instructed. "Keep it bagged. We'll pass it off to the brains when we get back to base."
"Good lord!" Giles intoned from the trunk.
***********
Kennedy settled into a bend in the branch of a large tree high above the forest floor. The rhythm of drum beats filled the dark forest. After making herself vaguely comfortable, she peered down to the fires around a temple in the clearing below them. "The natives are restless," she remarked in a soft voice as she watched fifty or more olive-skinned men dressed in nothing but paint and rough loin cloths dance around the multiple fires.
Shae turned her head to look at the slayer. "Beltane," she noted offhandedly.
"Bell-what?" Kennedy replied pensively. After a moment of quiet consideration, she reached up to sweep a lock of hair out of her companion's face.
Shae snarled just loud enough for the slayer to hear. "Beltane: the beginning of the summer season according to Celtic tradition." After directing her attention back to the natives, she queried in a low dry voice, "Do you see that altar down there?"
"The one with the goat?" Kennedy asked, scanning the temple's ruined stairs and courtyard.
"That one," Shae pointed so that the slayer could follow her gesture to an empty altar that looked more like an open sarcophagus. "You'll be there next time you touch me. I belong to another. You dishonor her with your actions."
Kennedy paled as she looked at the empty altar. "Not sure they'd approve of the threats," she remarked defensively.
Shae let out a soft mirthless laugh. "Buffy told me if I came back alone, she'd totally understand... She was serious, Kennedy. There's darkness in your heart. I can feel it...and I'm the demon," she sighed, "I'm also your boss on this mission. You'll follow my lead, or I'll leave you right there," she pointed again to the altar, "My bet's... They'll think you're just special. It'd answer the question quicker too." Glancing over her shoulder to take in the pasty complexion of her companion, she added, "So, make it easier on me, Kennedy. Mouth off... Try to seduce me... I'll feed you to them, have my answer, and hop the next portal home."
Kennedy drew completely still and silent. Holy shit! She's serious...
***********
Daylight dwindled as Buffy sat on the lawn with her witch outside the foundry playing with her puppy.
"Do you feel it, Buffy?" Willow whispered pensively.
Buffy looked up from her game of 'get the belly' with Chakti and replied, "What, Will? The magick around the foundry? All the magickal wards and junk? Yeah...felt it the moment I got here. It's like a funny hum."
Willow shook her head. "Not that. I knew you'd sense that, something else. Xander's the only one here—" she stopped abruptly and chimed, "Hi, Xander." Her hand went up in greeting.
Turning to look over her shoulder, Buffy waved and said, "Hi, Xander, come out to join the fun?"
The pups both made a bee-line for Xander, tugging at the cuffs of his jeans. He carefully pulled them along as he approached his friends. After taking a seat on the lawn and patiently allowing the pups to lick his face, his mood grew serious. "I'm not sure how to tell you this, Buffy," he said in a sobering tone. His expression grew darker as he spoke.
"Well, normally you start by opening your mouth and making sounds. You seem to be off to a good start," Buffy teased amusedly.
"I'm serious, Buff," Xander said. He watched the two women as they turned their full attention to him. "Dawn's missing. She didn't show for a lesson after class and—" he cleared his throat, "The coven looked, she's totally gone... But Giles was gone too, so... Maybe he'll be able to—" he stopped short, waiting for the storm. The reaction wasn't what he expected. He watched the slayer's face sag into a sharp frown, but there was no yelling and no violence. He breathed a soft sigh of relief.
"I'll question Giles when he gets here. Will, I want you to stay out of it," Buffy remarked in a flat emotionless voice.
"Whatcha plan to do, Buffy?" Willow asked nervously.
Buffy didn't answer. Instead she got up, picked up Chakti and walked back into the building.