Slave

Finally a new chapter. Those of you who reviewed the story, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! It is so motivating to know that you guys are reading and enjoying my story. The next few chapters may be a little slower in coming because I am spending a lot of time trying to determine the direction where I want this story to go. Muse hit the nail on the head when you said that the story doesn’t sound like Willow did pre-Tara. That is because she is telling the story in past tense as the Willow she is now because of these experiences with Spike. Anyway through the course of the story I want to see her get to that dark place. Hope that makes sense. Keep the feedback coming it makes me write faster. Enjoy!!


Slave 4: The First Lesson

I could hear Buffy and Xander’s voices rattling through the crypt confirming that Spike was right. Praying that they wouldn’t find the trapdoor in the floor I hurriedly pulled my clothes on; Spike did the same but not as quickly. “Try to keep quiet, luv” he whispered back to me. I could hear their worried voices moving closer to us as things crashed around upstairs.

“Buf, do you think Spike really knows anything?” I heard Xander ask.
“Spike usually knows about all of the bad stuff going on in the cemetery”, she answered.
“Right, but why would he help us. He hates us and wants us dead.” Apparently, Anya was there too.

“Well, I’ll have to convince him. Ha!” I heard Buffy pulling on the trap door. “I knew there was something down here. Spike! I need information.” Buffy barked as the trap door was yanked open and the three of them crashed into our sanctuary.

“You belong to me now Red. No turning back,” he whispered back to me before he turned to meet Buffy who was frozen for a second shocked silent by the scene in front of her.

“What did you do to Willow?” she yelled landing firmly on her feet a stake already positioned above his chest.

“Buffy”, I yelled as a story formed in my head. “Spike saved me from that demon. Did you see it up there? I was hiding down here because I thought it was still out there. We were coming to find you when you burst in.” She slowly lowered the stake still watching Spike suspiciously.

“So then you are okay Will?” I nodded walking toward her.
“Lets get out of here,” Xander said grabbing my arm once it was in reach and pulling me toward the steps.

“You’re welcome” Spike yelled behind us as my friends dragged me out of the crypt.

I ignored all of their “we were so worried about you” hugs as Buffy and I split up with Anya and Xander and made our way back to the dorm. All I could think about was him. Would he be angry? Would he come for me? As soon as we got back, Buffy sat down on her bed looking at me expectantly. “Do you need to talk?”
“Uh…no, I’m fine Buf really. The demon only had me for a minute or two before Spike fought it off.”
“So Spike actually rescued you? Wow, I wonder what that’s about.” She paused giving the convincing impression she was really thinking about it for a second. Then, “So you would be okay alone tonight, right. I mean…I would stay but I promised Riley I would come by. But if you want me to stay…”

“No Buffy, go. I am fine. I’m not hurt or anything.”
“Okay” she said reaching for the bag already packed on the floor. “We’ll look into that demon tomorrow,” she said kissing me on the cheek and rushing out the door. The old Willow would have been crushed. Not one of my friends even noticed how I was dressed. However, the new Willow finally exhaled, relieved to be alone.

I looked in the mirror hanging on our wall, searching my face for something that was either the same or different about me. No one noticed it, but I could see it; it was in my eyes. He was in me now, somehow…

I peeled off my clothes and took a quick shower. I came back to my room and dropped my robe on the floor climbing naked between the sheets. I let my skin taste the sensations of the sheets as I turned on my stomach pressing my bare nipples into the mattress. I drifted off to sleep with his words on my mind. “You belong to me now…”

I slept deeply, dreaming of him, I didn’t wake until late into the next morning. The dorm was oddly quiet; I lay in bed stretching my sore muscles. After a minute I decided to skip classes and take a walk to clear my head instead. I pulled on a pair of jeans and one of Buffy’s skimpy tank tops with no bra. It was something the old Willow would have never worn, but I found that I loved the way my breasts bounced freely under the thin material. I also liked the feel of the hot sun on my shoulders as I walked through the courtyard. I made my way into town wandering aimlessly thinking about my life and all the time I spent afraid and hiding. All of time that I spent wanting to be like everyone else, I had managed to trick everyone into to thinking that I was. Only Spike saw that I was different and it made him want me.

I kept walking, shoving my hands deeply into my pockets while the sun beat down on me. The main street in Sunnydale was filled with people as I approached all of the fancy stores. Everywhere around me there were people shopping and laughing, mothers with children, men and women in love. I walked into the coffee bar and ordered an iced coffee. While I was waiting to pay, I noticed Buffy sitting with Riley in the back corner. They were sitting together talking and laughing quietly, Riley reached over to her brushing a strand of hair from Buffy’s face and she naturally leaned into him as if their movements were choreographed. The entire world fell away around them and I felt an ache inside of me, suddenly ashamed of how I had acted. It wasn’t normal or natural, the way I let him see me. At the same time I could feel the flush of arousal spreading over my body at the thought of how he made me feel.

I paid for my coffee and left before they noticed me.

I was not planning to go to the cemetery. I have no recollection of the moment when I turned in that direction. I just realized I was there 10 feet from his crypt, my feet frozen. Before I could even think, the door opened. He looked at me from the shadows and then without a word he turned and went deeper into the darkness of the crypt leaving me to follow him. So I did.

“Did you sleep well Red?”
“Yes…uh…did you?” I was suddenly uncomfortable under his intense stare.
“What have you been doing today?”
“Nothing just going for a walk…I skipped classes today.”
“A walk…don’t you think you are a little underdressed to be out in the street?” I looked down at my skimpy pale pink top, my pink nipples clearly showing through the shirt. I was suddenly embarrassed and covered my chest with my arms. “Not now.” He snapped advancing toward me alarmingly fast. He pulled my arms down from my chest. “You belong to me, you want to dress like this then it is for me, not for strangers in the street. You don’t parade around like this outside then come in here and cover yourself. Come with me. It is time for your first lesson.” My heart was thudding in my ears as he pulled me down a different set of stairs than the night before. He brought me to a dimly lit room and closed and locked the door behind us. I could barely catch my breath, he seemed so angry. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I could make out several furniture sized objects. The shapes of the objects were impossible to make out because they were all covered with black cloth.


He led me to one and yanked off the sheet revealing a bench with a tiered back shaped like a step. I could see a bar at the top with handcuffs attached to it. “Get undressed” he said evenly.

“Spike..,” I started but the words disappeared before I could force them out. He cupped my face and looked me in the eyes.

“I know Pet, you are sorry. This why it is called a lesson, after your punishment you will have a clean slate. You want daddy to be happy, right?” I nodded and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. “Good, no need to cry. I am going to show you just how to make daddy happy. Get undressed.” I obeyed, pulling off my sneakers and jeans and then the offensive top. I stood in front of him in my underwear, my skin shivering with goose bumps. “Panties too, luv. No point in being shy now.” I pulled them off and waited for him to tell me what to do. “That is very nice pet. Do you like to be naked for me?” He asked taking my hand and turning me around examining me from behind. He bent me forward over the bench until I was kneeling on it on all fours with my stomach flat against the first step and my chin against the second shorter step and attached my hands to bar closing the cuffs around my wrists. Then he walked behind me out of sight, after a moment I felt his hands on my ass spreading my legs apart. “This is very nice, spreading you open like this, showing me your secret flesh…so pink inside.” His finger stroked the delicate flesh for a moment before stopping, leaving just the cool air on my pussy. “Do you like to show yourself to me?” I whimpered as he began kneading my ass cheeks roughly. “Do you?” He asked again giving me a smack on my left cheek. I yelped in shock, but the smack sent an unexpected ripple of pleasure through my body. My nipples were rock hard against the cold metal surface of the bench. “I asked you a question,” he said evenly. “You are always to answer when I ask you a question. Do you understand?” He accented the question with another smack.

“Yes” I whispered.
“Yes, what” he asked smacking me again this one making me moan.
“I understand…”
“Good now answer my question. At this point we have established that you are not shy.” Another smack, I could feel the liquid collecting in the folds between my legs as he punished me. “Do you like to show yourself to me?”

“Yes… I like…” I stammered as the words caught in my throat. He paused for a beat waiting for me to finish, but only a little whimper came out. Another smack, but this time his fingers reached much lower just brushing the sensitive wet cleft between my legs. When I still didn’t respond I received another smack directly on my mound, his fingers brushing my protruding clit this time. My hips thrusted back involuntarily and rested against his hand which lingered for a moment before he pulled it away.

“Yes…you like what?” he whispered very close to my ear, grabbing a handful of my hair.
“I like…I like…you to see me.” I managed in a small voice.
“Hmmn…progress…” he said releasing my head and trailing his hand down the small of my back. “Do you understand that you belong to me now? That you are mine now?”

“Yes” I whispered.

“Good, open your legs for me more.” I pushed my ass towards him opening my legs as wide as I could. He cupped my ass cheeks tightly spreading me open even further. “Good, now you only show yourself to me. You do not walk around showing your little pink nipples to anyone but me.” Releasing me, he gave me another smack on my ass sending another wave of pleasure directly to my dripping pussy. Without thinking I pressed my legs together for a moment letting the pressure on my clit wash over me. “I said open your legs” he growled at me giving me another smack. “You are being incredibly naughty today. Testing me I suppose.” He said from behind me.

“No” I stammered.
“No?” he snapped coming around to face me. “Now you are talking back?”
“No…I…” I started again shaking my head.
“I think you are” he growled snatching a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. “I think I know what to do with this fresh mouth” he snarled as his face shifted. With his other hand he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “This will take care of that fresh mouth” he said guiding his erect member toward my mouth.

For a moment I froze, afraid to speak I just looked up at him unsure what to do. His eyes shifted from the glowing animal amber back to their more human state as he loosened the tight grip he had on my hair. Reading my expression he asked, “First time, luv?” Embarrassed, I looked aware from his intense stare. Pulling me by my hair more gently this time, he raised my face back towards him. “I will show you.” He leaned over me positioning his cock right in front of my mouth so that the tip tickled my lips. He brushed it over my lips slowly making my lips slick with the pre cum that oozed out. “Now kiss it gently.” A quiet moan came from deep inside him as my puckered lips glided over the smooth hard head. I squeezed my thighs tightly together feeling the warm flesh between them swelling and twitching. “Nice, now move your lips around it in circles…good like that…” he moaned as I followed his instructions, dragging my lips around the ridge of the head slowly. “Right…that’s very good…now open your mouth and do the same thing with your tongue.” I opened my mouth and let my tongue drag around the smooth cool skin pausing on whatever spot made him moan after a minute or two I ventured down his shaft tasting the raised pattern of veins that covered it. I stopped pressing my tongue into a groove between two veins and was encouraged by his groans of pleasure. “That’s beautiful luv, now I want you to take it in your mouth.” Learning fast, I teased him for a moment sweeping my tongue back up the length of him before sliding the head between my lips. I pressed my tongue flat against the underside of his penis and let it fill my mouth until I felt it tickle the back of my throat. I started to gag for a moment, but Spike immediately started to stroke my neck, “take it easy, just relax.and open your throat”. I did like he said and the feeling passed. “Good…” he breathed “now squeeze your lips around it...make it tight and suck.” I felt his body jerk toward me for a moment which I assumed was a good sign, and then he tightened his grip on the back of my head and started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. He moved slowly at first letting me match his rhythm then he drove into my mouth faster and harder. My entire body rocked back and forth as he rode my mouth, grunting with pleasure. I pressed my thighs together grinding my inner thighs against my swollen clit; the bench was unforgiving as it rubbed my nipples relentlessly with his every stroke into my mouth.

“Oh…that is so nice luv….so good…so warm…” he murmured bending over me stroking my sides and back “…just like that….feels so good…” I felt his hands all over me; sliding under me rubbing my stomach as they slid up my torso cupping and kneading my breasts. Then they were stroking my sides and moving down my body again cupping and squeezing my ass as he began to thrust into me even faster. He bent himself even closer to me, pressing his face against the middle of my back. I could feel his face shift as the bumps and ridges pushed against my skin. A low growl vibrated against me as I felt the brush of his fangs in the flesh of my hip. “…so warm…” he whispered against me as he drove his fangs into me. The white hot pain flashed through me for an instant and then was carried away by the throbbing pleasure that exploded inside me as he drank from me. Every suck he took from me assaulted my cunt. I was shaking with pleasure, the spasms making my mouth clamp down on his cock, my teeth scraping it as it erupted inside my mouth. He pulled his cock out of me slowly letting it drag over my lips and then he abruptly pulled his fangs from me. He stood up and looked down at me, my blood still wet on lips. I could feel my own blood trickling down my hip and his cum was dripping from my chin. My skin was slick with sweat, trembling on the brink of my own orgasm which was just out of reach, but Spike just looked at me a wicked smile curling his lips.

“You’d like to cum, wouldn’t you?” I nodded my head whimpering & trying to rub my legs together. “I don’t know…have you learned your lesson yet? Will you be a good girl now?”

“Yes…” I panted. “Spike…please…” I moaned desperately.

“Please what?” he taunted. Nearly delirious I just stared at him unsure what I needed to say. “Spike please make me cum,” he said.

“Please make me cum.” I whispered.

“Spike…please make me cum…” he teased. “I will be a good girl now.” He said walking around behind me again. “And say it louder.”

“Spike…please make me cum…” I shouted as I felt him plant his hands on the back of my calves.

“And…” he asked, spreading my legs open.

“I will be a good girl…” I shouted as his tongue flicked the plump quivering flesh of my clit.

“Such a good girl” he whispered pressing his tongue against my nub and then rubbing back and forth over it at an inhuman speed until the spasms shook me. My body stiffened and convulsed with such intensity that I cried.

I was barely conscious when Spike opened the handcuffs and lifted me off the bench. I felt him laying me in a tub of warm sweet smelling water. I just leaned back against the wall of the tub and watched him through hooded eyelids drifting in and out of sleep as he gently soaped me up and washed my hair.

After he bathed me I felt him wrap me in a thick warm towel and carry me to bed. Half asleep I heard myself trying to mumble something to him, he just stroked the side of my head and whispered, “just rest now sweetness, the first lesson is always the hardest.”