Shattered Shards 16/18
I figured I'd post this early. I only have a couple of parts left, so keep your eyes open for the Starling Conclusion! (Well, may not be THAT startling, but the motivation very possibly is.... or not.... hrm... How much have y'all guessed by now anyways?)
Title: Shattered Shards 16/18
Pairings: Willow/Dawn, Willow/Buffy.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall
Warnings: non-con, slavery, oral, rape, blood, biting, torture, torture toys of a sexual kind, humiliation (of sorts) all in all, BADNESS! Naughty naughty of the bad kind. If you've been reading the story so far, yes, things stay around that level of darkness. You have been warned.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Willow gets to play... Poor Buffy... really shouldn't have pissed her off, now should you have?
Word Count: 1410 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin84, any errors are mine and mine alone.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, A_darker_angel, darker_spike, darker_willow and My IJ
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Previously:
Buffy shuddered and sobbed openly in her invisible bonds on the wall while tears freely flowed down her cheeks. She had never before in her life experienced pain like that. It felt like her entire front had been lit on fire and then rubbed with salt. She felt the edges of shock coming in, dragging her away from pain and reality to a blissful cool darkness where she would be free for a time from this torture. Readily she fell towards it.
“Uh uh Buffy, snap out of it, no happy pain free shock for you; I want you here with me, and not stuck in your mind. I want to watch you suffer.” She snarled the final word anger and hatred lighting her eyes. Swiftly she lifted a finger and pressed it against the Slayer’s forehead, between the glassily staring eyes that had started to lose focus.
A tiny bolt of black lightning danced from her finger to Buffy’s head and seemed to bring her back into herself again. “Much better… don’t want the game over just yet Buffy, plenty more to come…”
And Now:
Buffy was pushed rudely into agonizing consciousness and away from the cool comforts of her oblivion and came back in time to hear Willow’s cruelly uttered words. Buffy couldn’t hold back her sobs. This was Hell, something had happened somewhere, and she’d been dropped off in Hell. Maybe it was another Willow spell fuck-up or something but this couldn’t be real. It had to be Hell. She couldn’t help the tears that poured from her eyes, or how ragged her breathing was. She was dripping with sweat which slid into the cuts on her body making them sting and sizzle, her dripping tears also added their own brand of burning. She still couldn’t move but now she wasn’t sure if it was because of the bonds or because she was so weak from the pain.
“We can’t have those getting infected, now can we? Dawn, go fetch me the bottle of alcohol and the gauze pads from the armoire would you? There’s a good puppy.”
Dawn returned with a squirt bottle full of alcohol and a box of gauze pads. It was apparent she’d taken to walking on two legs when Willow’s commands made crawling unproductive. Pleasing was well trained into the girl; everything she did was carefully programmed and worked so she was as pleasing she could possibly be. It was a relief after the shrieking selfish teenager she had been, this silence and grace and quiet servitude.
Willow carefully covered every single millimetre of Buffy’s abraded skin, making Buffy buck and arch in pain, aiming the streams to squirt directly into cuts along her skin. Now and again she’d rub in the alcohol with the gauze pads, roughly rubbing the liquid in, making Buffy writhe and scream and beg. Willow enjoyed the shudders and tremors dancing along her prey’s body, restricted as they were from the spell that protected her from harm in this realm. Definitely one thing she agreed with here, especially with a Slayer running around. The alcohol encouraged more blood flow, streams dripped of her toes in quick pattering drops. Willow ached to taste this new torrent of Slayer’s blood but knew it was watered down by the rubbing alcohol and would be quite unpalatable… though it was still lovely to watch.
A blood soaked Slayer pinned to the wall and unable to move, unable to scream or beg or struggle. It was every vampire’s dreams come true. She looked down at Dawn and was pleased to see she was still on her cushion, still silent, still kneeling. She was obviously unaffected by the torture Willow was inflicting on her big sis, she was also obviously waiting for her next command, her next order, and Willow thought to indulge her. About time for her reward, I think…
Willow handed her the cane, and watched as it was carried in her lips back to the armoire, methodically cleaned it, and carefully put away. Willow hadn’t noticed before how Dawn kissed the armoire when everything was done, but apparently she’d been taught to show respect to her implements of torture while in Angelus’s care.
Willow curled up at the head of the bed, and beckoned Dawn closer. She let out a pleased hum when Dawn crawled onto the bed without further coaxing. Willow opened her arms, and Dawn unhesitatingly curled up in them, resting her head on Willow’s shoulder and laying on her side, wrapping one leg around Willow’s. Briefly Willow wondered why Dawn would be trained for cuddling; Angelus didn’t seem like a cuddling kinda guy. Willow chuckled at the image of Angelus coming home from a hard days torturing for a few hours of quality snuggle time with Dawn. It was either that or he wanted her to please other patrons when he sold her out. She decided to find out about it, later. It would be invaluable information should she ever need ammunition to tear down his respectability in the vampire community. That much tender affection for a human and there would be rumblings of dissent and disgust that a demon would be so tender to a mere mortal, a human worth nothing more than food or heat or entertainment, and if he used them for heat, he’d either tie them down, or manhandle them into an appropriate position, not cuddle them. Pin them beneath him or against him, sure! Cuddle… not as much.
Dawn snuggled against Willow, wrapping her arm about the slender waist. She pressed the whole front of her body against Willow’s side, letting the vampire drink in her warmth and presence. Willow settled down beside her, getting comfortable on her back, breathing in the scent of her hair.
“Dawn sweety, it’s time for your reward, and if you do really well… you’ll get to do it again and again and again. Doesn’t that sound great? Good girl.” She stroked Dawn’s hair tenderly, lovingly. Maybe it was residual alive Willow inside her, or maybe it was just appreciation for a well worked breaking and training, but Willow felt quiet attached to the girl already, a thread of tenderness.
“Get down there,” Willow motioned with her hand between her gently spread legs. “Lay flat on the bed, on your tummy, there’s a good puppy. Show me what talented mouth and hands you have.” Dawn moved unhesitatingly, without so much as a glance at Buffy pinned against the wall, dripping blood onto the floor, who watched in horrified fascination.
Willow settled back and felt her panties being slid easily to the side and let out a pleased and startled laugh when she felt Dawn’s expert tongue licking purposefully at her feminine folds, one dainty hand pulling aside the panties. She pulled her legs back, giving Dawn more open access to her girlie bits, letting her find her own pace and rhythm. Dawn’s warm human tongue felt intense against Willow’s frigid skin, she bucked and arched with each stroke and nibble, spraying Dawn’s face with her cum when she climaxed… and Dawn didn’t stop. She kept working her fingers, mouth, lips and tongue against Willow’s dripping pussy, making Willow cum again and again and again. The sounds of her orgasm were unashamedly howled out at full volume. Finally Willow tapped the top of Dawn’s head and Dawn stopped instantly, pulling back upwards into the snuggle she’d taken part of when she had first gotten on the bed.
Willow kissed Dawn, tasting her own cool juices coating the girl’s mouth and lips, drinking in the sweet heat she inherently had. Willows fingers twined in Dawn’s long brown hair, holding her close to Willow’s face. She responded to the kisses and caresses as she’d been taught, arching against Willow, rubbing herself against the vampire in a grotesque parody of want and need, she even managed to perfume the air with pheromones and the scent of her own wetness.
“There’s a good girl. Go wash up before you go back to your cushion. Bathroom is behind the velvet curtain. You know where it is, my little puppy. Feel free to take a piss or shit if you need to,” Willow added casually. If there was one thing she regretted about having human pets was there ever present human needs. Maybe she could find a spell to get around that…. Hrm….
Willow stretched and lounged on the bed, feeling very relaxed and very very satisfied. “Your sister is quite a treat Buffy. Mystical blood, magical blob of energy turned human, trained in the arts of pleasure and service by Angelus himself… and all mine.” She let out a satisfied sigh and arched on the bed, stretching like a cat that had just gotten the best cream.
Buffy silently got her sobbing back under control, sniffling loudly as she glared impotently at Willow. Buffy may be down, but she wasn’t out. She’d find a way, a loophole, something, anything, and she’d get out of here. She’d get out of here and tear apart this place with her bare hands. She was going to kill Angelus and fuck re-ensouling him, fuck saving him, he had been nothing but trouble since the moment she laid eyes on him. She was going to kill them all.
When Dawn returned from her trip to the restroom and settled upon her cushion once more, Willow got up lazily. “Your turn,” a wicked little smile curved her painted lips as she gazed upon the helpless Slayer pinned to her wall like a nightmarish butterfly collection.
Previous parts are here.
Title: Shattered Shards 16/18
Pairings: Willow/Dawn, Willow/Buffy.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall
Warnings: non-con, slavery, oral, rape, blood, biting, torture, torture toys of a sexual kind, humiliation (of sorts) all in all, BADNESS! Naughty naughty of the bad kind. If you've been reading the story so far, yes, things stay around that level of darkness. You have been warned.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Willow gets to play... Poor Buffy... really shouldn't have pissed her off, now should you have?
Word Count: 1410 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin84, any errors are mine and mine alone.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, A_darker_angel, darker_spike, darker_willow and My IJ
This Fic Won Awards!
And
Comments make me smile, and keep the muse going!
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Banner by: Tamakin84
Previously:
Buffy shuddered and sobbed openly in her invisible bonds on the wall while tears freely flowed down her cheeks. She had never before in her life experienced pain like that. It felt like her entire front had been lit on fire and then rubbed with salt. She felt the edges of shock coming in, dragging her away from pain and reality to a blissful cool darkness where she would be free for a time from this torture. Readily she fell towards it.
“Uh uh Buffy, snap out of it, no happy pain free shock for you; I want you here with me, and not stuck in your mind. I want to watch you suffer.” She snarled the final word anger and hatred lighting her eyes. Swiftly she lifted a finger and pressed it against the Slayer’s forehead, between the glassily staring eyes that had started to lose focus.
A tiny bolt of black lightning danced from her finger to Buffy’s head and seemed to bring her back into herself again. “Much better… don’t want the game over just yet Buffy, plenty more to come…”
And Now:
Buffy was pushed rudely into agonizing consciousness and away from the cool comforts of her oblivion and came back in time to hear Willow’s cruelly uttered words. Buffy couldn’t hold back her sobs. This was Hell, something had happened somewhere, and she’d been dropped off in Hell. Maybe it was another Willow spell fuck-up or something but this couldn’t be real. It had to be Hell. She couldn’t help the tears that poured from her eyes, or how ragged her breathing was. She was dripping with sweat which slid into the cuts on her body making them sting and sizzle, her dripping tears also added their own brand of burning. She still couldn’t move but now she wasn’t sure if it was because of the bonds or because she was so weak from the pain.
“We can’t have those getting infected, now can we? Dawn, go fetch me the bottle of alcohol and the gauze pads from the armoire would you? There’s a good puppy.”
Dawn returned with a squirt bottle full of alcohol and a box of gauze pads. It was apparent she’d taken to walking on two legs when Willow’s commands made crawling unproductive. Pleasing was well trained into the girl; everything she did was carefully programmed and worked so she was as pleasing she could possibly be. It was a relief after the shrieking selfish teenager she had been, this silence and grace and quiet servitude.
Willow carefully covered every single millimetre of Buffy’s abraded skin, making Buffy buck and arch in pain, aiming the streams to squirt directly into cuts along her skin. Now and again she’d rub in the alcohol with the gauze pads, roughly rubbing the liquid in, making Buffy writhe and scream and beg. Willow enjoyed the shudders and tremors dancing along her prey’s body, restricted as they were from the spell that protected her from harm in this realm. Definitely one thing she agreed with here, especially with a Slayer running around. The alcohol encouraged more blood flow, streams dripped of her toes in quick pattering drops. Willow ached to taste this new torrent of Slayer’s blood but knew it was watered down by the rubbing alcohol and would be quite unpalatable… though it was still lovely to watch.
A blood soaked Slayer pinned to the wall and unable to move, unable to scream or beg or struggle. It was every vampire’s dreams come true. She looked down at Dawn and was pleased to see she was still on her cushion, still silent, still kneeling. She was obviously unaffected by the torture Willow was inflicting on her big sis, she was also obviously waiting for her next command, her next order, and Willow thought to indulge her. About time for her reward, I think…
Willow handed her the cane, and watched as it was carried in her lips back to the armoire, methodically cleaned it, and carefully put away. Willow hadn’t noticed before how Dawn kissed the armoire when everything was done, but apparently she’d been taught to show respect to her implements of torture while in Angelus’s care.
Willow curled up at the head of the bed, and beckoned Dawn closer. She let out a pleased hum when Dawn crawled onto the bed without further coaxing. Willow opened her arms, and Dawn unhesitatingly curled up in them, resting her head on Willow’s shoulder and laying on her side, wrapping one leg around Willow’s. Briefly Willow wondered why Dawn would be trained for cuddling; Angelus didn’t seem like a cuddling kinda guy. Willow chuckled at the image of Angelus coming home from a hard days torturing for a few hours of quality snuggle time with Dawn. It was either that or he wanted her to please other patrons when he sold her out. She decided to find out about it, later. It would be invaluable information should she ever need ammunition to tear down his respectability in the vampire community. That much tender affection for a human and there would be rumblings of dissent and disgust that a demon would be so tender to a mere mortal, a human worth nothing more than food or heat or entertainment, and if he used them for heat, he’d either tie them down, or manhandle them into an appropriate position, not cuddle them. Pin them beneath him or against him, sure! Cuddle… not as much.
Dawn snuggled against Willow, wrapping her arm about the slender waist. She pressed the whole front of her body against Willow’s side, letting the vampire drink in her warmth and presence. Willow settled down beside her, getting comfortable on her back, breathing in the scent of her hair.
“Dawn sweety, it’s time for your reward, and if you do really well… you’ll get to do it again and again and again. Doesn’t that sound great? Good girl.” She stroked Dawn’s hair tenderly, lovingly. Maybe it was residual alive Willow inside her, or maybe it was just appreciation for a well worked breaking and training, but Willow felt quiet attached to the girl already, a thread of tenderness.
“Get down there,” Willow motioned with her hand between her gently spread legs. “Lay flat on the bed, on your tummy, there’s a good puppy. Show me what talented mouth and hands you have.” Dawn moved unhesitatingly, without so much as a glance at Buffy pinned against the wall, dripping blood onto the floor, who watched in horrified fascination.
Willow settled back and felt her panties being slid easily to the side and let out a pleased and startled laugh when she felt Dawn’s expert tongue licking purposefully at her feminine folds, one dainty hand pulling aside the panties. She pulled her legs back, giving Dawn more open access to her girlie bits, letting her find her own pace and rhythm. Dawn’s warm human tongue felt intense against Willow’s frigid skin, she bucked and arched with each stroke and nibble, spraying Dawn’s face with her cum when she climaxed… and Dawn didn’t stop. She kept working her fingers, mouth, lips and tongue against Willow’s dripping pussy, making Willow cum again and again and again. The sounds of her orgasm were unashamedly howled out at full volume. Finally Willow tapped the top of Dawn’s head and Dawn stopped instantly, pulling back upwards into the snuggle she’d taken part of when she had first gotten on the bed.
Willow kissed Dawn, tasting her own cool juices coating the girl’s mouth and lips, drinking in the sweet heat she inherently had. Willows fingers twined in Dawn’s long brown hair, holding her close to Willow’s face. She responded to the kisses and caresses as she’d been taught, arching against Willow, rubbing herself against the vampire in a grotesque parody of want and need, she even managed to perfume the air with pheromones and the scent of her own wetness.
“There’s a good girl. Go wash up before you go back to your cushion. Bathroom is behind the velvet curtain. You know where it is, my little puppy. Feel free to take a piss or shit if you need to,” Willow added casually. If there was one thing she regretted about having human pets was there ever present human needs. Maybe she could find a spell to get around that…. Hrm….
Willow stretched and lounged on the bed, feeling very relaxed and very very satisfied. “Your sister is quite a treat Buffy. Mystical blood, magical blob of energy turned human, trained in the arts of pleasure and service by Angelus himself… and all mine.” She let out a satisfied sigh and arched on the bed, stretching like a cat that had just gotten the best cream.
Buffy silently got her sobbing back under control, sniffling loudly as she glared impotently at Willow. Buffy may be down, but she wasn’t out. She’d find a way, a loophole, something, anything, and she’d get out of here. She’d get out of here and tear apart this place with her bare hands. She was going to kill Angelus and fuck re-ensouling him, fuck saving him, he had been nothing but trouble since the moment she laid eyes on him. She was going to kill them all.
When Dawn returned from her trip to the restroom and settled upon her cushion once more, Willow got up lazily. “Your turn,” a wicked little smile curved her painted lips as she gazed upon the helpless Slayer pinned to her wall like a nightmarish butterfly collection.
Previous parts are here.