Slave

They say that it is unique for a person to be totally aware of the moment that their life changes. I guess I am unique. I never considered myself unique before. Not even for a second, until he chose me. In that moment when he chose me I became someone new; someone unique.

I woke up that next morning in my empty bed, my body sore in places that never even been touched before him. As soon as I moved, the thought occurred to me that I would have to wait until that night to see him again. I would have to go to classes and be regular Willow.

I drifted through my classes, only wanting it to be sundown. I didn’t process or hear anything outside myself. Throughout the day I would find my hand had wandered under my shirt stroking my scar, where he had marked me. I ran my fingers gently over the bite mark, waves of pleasure radiating from it with every touch.

After school I went into town and spent $400.00 in one of those Cordelia type shops. It had those fancy dressing rooms with soft pink carpeting and upholstered chairs. I stripped completely naked in front of the full length mirror, examining my body with a new found curiosity and excitement. Alone for the first time, I wanted to see what he saw when he looked at me and touch all the places where he touched me. It was all very unlike the old Willow.

I inspected my breasts, the way they swelled from my chest and curved softly. I cupped them feeling the smoothness of my skin and tugging on my stiff rosy nipples. Every action increased the excitement. For the first time I felt completely free to touch my body and just enjoy it. In the mirror I could see the red flush spreading from my chest up my throat into my face. I brushed my fingertips over my little wound, where he had sunk his teeth into me. I closed my eyes remembering the complete ecstasy I had felt when he bit me.

I looked at my reflection again this time letting my eyes wander down to the triangle of dark red hair between my legs. I lifted my leg slightly resting it on a nearby chair and giving me full view of myself for the first time. I tentatively parted my damp curls, examining the swollen flesh inside. I was surprised at how pink I was inside; my inner lips looked like some kind of exotic flower. I could see the moisture collecting in all my folds, the warm smell of my arousal filling the room. With two fingers I spread my lips wider, making my clit swell and peep out of its little hood exposing the delicate pink flesh that was still too sensitive to touch. I used my two fingers to stroke myself. First the inner lips sliding my fingers down into my slippery hole and spreading my moisture all over the swollen cunt. It felt like a fire growing between my legs. With my fingers I found my swollen nub and began to rub small circles around it until my legs shook. I knew I was moaning quietly, but all I cared about was finding my release. I closed my eyes imagining Spike and all the things he did to me, the sensation of his superhuman tongue stroking and pulling at my clit. I felt my climax coming fast, like a tidal wave. I gripped the wall shuddering and shaking through my orgasm.

I collapsed into the chair catching my breath.

I dressed in the clothes I bought and examined myself in the mirror. It was so odd to see my body in these clothes. I didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me. My skin looked so pale against the new black lacy lingerie I had picked. I had chosen a slinky black dress with high slits up each side and strappy 3 inch heels.

It gave me such a thrill to know that Spike would see me dressed this way.

“…no one will ever know you as intimately as me.” His words gave me chills.

When I got out of the dressing room, I could see the sun orange and low in the sky. It felt funny to be walking around outside in front of people in my new outfit. I pulled my long coat over it covering myself. While the sales girl packed up the things that I had purchased for next time, I nervously scribbled my name on the credit card slip. I felt the slightest twinge of guilt as she checked the signature on the back of my credit card. For emergencies only Willow, my parents had said. I had never used it before tonight.

I put my make up on in the car and drove to the cemetery.

I walked though the grayness of the cemetery as I had been aching to all day. As I clutched my coat tighter around myself, a wave of uncertainty came over me. What was I doing? What if he didn’t want me? For an instant I became the old Willow again; unsure of myself. I suddenly felt silly, all made up and in my sexy dress that I had bought just for him. This was wrong! I stood frozen in my insecurity…

And then I saw him.

He was standing maybe 50 feet away from me and indescribably beautiful. I felt a rush of excitement as I walked toward him and I could feel him looking me over. He seemed pleased and he hadn’t even seen me without the coat yet.

“Willow…look out.” A chorus of voices rang out behind me. I turned in the direction of the voices and saw Buffy and Xander racing towards me. Before I could look for myself I could feel myself being grabbed from behind. Whatever was holding me was BIG and lifting me off the ground. It wasn’t alone. I could gear the sounds of Buffy and Xander fighting and calling my name as it carried me away. The reality struck me, I was being kidnapped! I started desperately to fight it, kicking and punching at it. Its iron grip was inescapable and the sounds of Buffy and Xander were getting further and further away. The thing silently carried me deeper and deeper into the cemetery.

I closed my eyes dizzy from the motion. My mind was racing. What was this thing that had me? Where was it taking me? What was it going to do to me? Where was Spike? He had been there, I was sure that I had seen him. I tried opening my eyes again to see where I was, but it was moving to fast and I couldn’t focus on anything. I was starting to feel lightheaded and my heartbeat was suddenly pounding very loud inside my head. Everything around me went dim and I fought not to lose consciousness. The last image I held in my mind before I passed out was of him, dressed in all black, his eyes blue and shining in the moonlight.

As I drifted into the blackness I had one desperate whisper of a thought.


Spike find me….

End Part 2