The Red Phoenix

The quirky red head sat at the table at the Bronze, nervously looking around for the familiar faces of her friends. She had always felt uncomfortable being by herself, and felt that she was safe when she was with Buffy and Xander. They had both told her they would meet her here at the Bronze and she was hoping that they would not forget. Xander had been flaky lately ever since he had been dating Cordelia, and Buffy was likely to be fighting the forces of darkness or pining away for Angel. Either way, she was feeling nervous and anxious about being solo. She tapped her foot impatiently and tried to listen to the band that was playing; she almost felt like the red-haired guitarist was looking at her, but then she figured her mind was playing tricks on her.
She had been waiting over an hour, and then decided to go. Obviously something came up and she was tired of being by herself. She got angrier as she walked out. She felt like an afterthought sometimes. She would drop everything to help out one of her friends, and sometimes she didn’t feel much appreciated by them. She walked out of the club and down the alley. As she looked around she suddenly felt very nervous. She usually walked home with Buffy or Xander; never by herself. She walked quicker, when all of the sudden, cold hands were over her mouth and she was being yanked out of the alley by someone. Someone hit her over the head and she blacked out.
When she awoke she found herself in a bleak bedroom. She was chained to the bed and she saw that she was wearing a black satin corset and a thong. Someone had placed black fishnet thigh-highs on her. She gulped as she looked down at her appearance. It was a far cry from anything she would ever dream of wearing. She was lying on burgundy satin bedding. She was scared; she didn’t know where she was, if Buffy would come save her, and what they were going to do to her if she didn’t. All the sudden she heard the door open and she looked up and met his eyes. His steely cold gaze met hers, as she watched him watch her be uncomfortable. She used to find comfort in his eyes, and now there was a sadistic glint to them. This was no friend to her anymore. It was hard to believe that this man that had saved them so many times was now the person that was here to hurt her. That she needed to be saved from him.
Even though she gathered it was useless, she said, “Angel, I know that there is still some good in you. Please let me go; I’ll never tell Buffy that you had me here.” He laughed, “Willow, Willow as if you are any threat to me right now. I have you exactly where I want you. You see, you are the perfect present that I was looking for. You are the answer of what to give the slayer who has everything. I was looking for the perfect Valentine’s Day present for her.” Willow gulped nervously. She was trembling with fear. She was 17 years old, and she didn’t want to die. She still had her whole life ahead of her. She had never been with a man before. She was going to die a virgin, or worse. She did not like the way Angel was looking at her trembling form. The outfit that had been put on her showed her creamy, white skin and did not leave much to the imagination. The black satin corset pushed up her small perky breasts so that they were almost spilling out of the top. Angel walked over to her, and stroked her face. She was crying. She didn’t like him touching her, and she was sure this monster was not going to stop with stroking her face. He looked at her and said, “Willow, stop fighting this. I can make this feel good for you, well mostly for me, but the more you fight me the more pleasure I will get out of hurting you.” She continued to cry in silent resignation. Buffy spent all her time saving the world, and where was she now. Was she at home crying over the loss of Angel, was she ridding the world of more vampires, or was she searching for her right now? Willow knew that this was it. She had so many thoughts flooding her brain. Why hadn’t she fought for Xander? She knew he had feelings for her, but kept her as a backup plan. Or why couldn’t she have stayed put? What if Xander or Buffy had come in after she left and she could have walked home with them and could be safe and warm in her own bed? None of this mattered now, because she was here, with this beast that was released after Buffy couldn’t kill him. Willow had tried to be supportive of her friend because she knew how much Buffy had loved him, but now she was resenting the fact that her friend had left her to die in the hands of her former lover.
Angel took in the red-head’s form. She was cute all right; he had always thought so. She was part of the brains of the slayer’s group, and was shy and quiet but had the ability to take charge. She had yelled at him and Giles once and he had remembered how sexy the red-head had looked when she took charge. Now he was going to devour her, and he thought, she might make a great pet. How much would it hurt Buffy if he made her best friend a creature of the night? He knew that Spike and Drusilla would love to get their hands on her too. He stroked down her next and felt her rapid heartbeat. She was shuddering at his touch. He continued his light caress downward over her collar bone, and down to the tops of her breasts. She was writhing in discomfort. Part of her body was reacting, and the rest of her was trying not to react but scared to do anything that would anger him. Suddenly he bent his head down and licked the top of her breast. She felt the cold sensation of his tongue. Angel suddenly ripped open the corset and took in the look of the quirky girl. Her breasts were creamy white, with hardened pink nipples which he was dying to take in his mouth. She wasn’t large, but she definitely had a handful, which was more than enough for him. He took a pink nub in his mouth and sucked hard while pinching his twin. The sensation of his cold mouth and of the pain of the pinching created a strange sensation in Willow. She felt aroused, and the dampness was pooling in between her legs, involuntarily. She was disgusted with her body for reacting to this invasion. No one should ever have to be taken involuntarily, and yet here she was. There was no point in protesting. She was going to die, and it looks like he was going to violate her first. She knew that in her heart she was trying to buy some time; hoping that her friend will come to save her.
Angel continued his ministrations, and continued sucking on the red-head’s perky pink tits. He then licked his way down her belly and stopped by the black satin of the thong. Angel tore that and then removed the remaining pieces. Willow was lying on the bed completely naked, bound to the posts. A blush crept up her body. No one had ever seen her naked before and she wanted to cover herself. Angel moved on the bed to in between her legs. He grabbed a leg and put it over his shoulder. He then licked his way up to her sopping pussy. He opened her lips and licked at her clit. She was bucking her hips as weird sensations were coursing through her veins. He thrust his tongue into her pussy and tongue fucked her as she bucked wildly. She was going to cum and she hated herself for it. Angel was suddenly covered with Willow’s juices as her body gave way and came hard against his face. Angel licked it all up enthusiastically. Angel then let her rest a moment as he removed the rest of his clothing. She took in the sight of his stiff member which was larger than she could have imagined. She hadn’t ever seen a naked man, and she was terrified that he was going to shove that into her body. She just knew that was going to hurt. Angel positioned himself at her entrance, and smiled wickedly at her. He then thrust in quickly as she cried out in pain. He broke her hymen and she was bleeding at his invasion. He was thrusting in and out of her. The handcuffs that had her bound to the bedposts were rubbing against her wrists and were rubbing her raw. She was in a lot of pain. She felt as if she were being split in two. She was just hoping that it could be over. Angel seemed to be enjoying the pain that was clearly displayed on her face as the crying girl kept weeping and saying “no” over and over again. Angel was getting closer. Willow’s virgin pussy was so tight it was creating great friction for his cock and he was getting closer to his release. As he felt the pressure building in his balls, he was getting so close, and then she said it, she cried out for Buffy and at the sound of her name, Angel came in the quirky red head. When he felt his release emptying in her warm cavern, Angel brought his game face and quickly sunk his fangs into her neck. The warm blood was rushing into his mouth and he was intoxicated. The sensation of both the warm blood and his release was such a high. Willow screamed when she felt his fangs pierce the sensitive flesh of her neck. She was being ripped open and she was getting lightheaded from the quick loss of blood. She was bleeding from in between her thighs and also from her neck and she felt the wound being sucked with such a pressure she was ready to pass out from the pain. Suddenly he pulled away from her neck and he bit into his wrist. He opened her mouth and she tried to bite him; she knew what he was doing, but it was too late. He had pried her mouth open and had blood dripping down into it. The warm drops were coating her throat and she stopped fighting. She allowed him to bring his wrist to her mouth as she took in the taste of his blood. She sucked on his wrist and he was feeling the ecstasy of the sensation of her mouth as she sucked his life force. He pulled his wrist away, and she just laid there. She felt her heart speed up as if it was going to burst right through her chest and then it all went black.
Her body died, and she went limp. Angel left the room to allow her to die and be reborn there, without the slayer to be able to thwart his plans for his new pet. She was going to be Buffy’s Achilles heel. She was going to be the key to Buffy’s undoing, and he would eventually have her at last.