Shattered Shards 17/18
Title: Shattered Shards 17/18
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 wraps up her business in Angelus's realm.
Word Count: 1043 (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 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.
And Now:
Buffy struggled. She couldn’t help but struggle, so she did, even in this helpless situation. It was hardwired into her brain to not give up, to fight till her dying breath even in the face of her most certain death, dismemberment and torture. Actually, it pretty much said that was the best time to struggle, because that was not something she wanted to experience.
Willow towered over her prone body, testing that she’d been tied securely to the large canopied bed on her back and held immobile. Her thighs had been tied to her calves with thin coarse rope which lead to the canopy where it twined about the bars, keeping her thighs well spread.
Buffy was scared, she couldn’t fight, hell, she couldn’t move anything but her face and head! What was she supposed to do? Ask Willow to put a stake between her teeth and jump on it? She could also wriggle her toes and fingers, but a fat lot of good that did! Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit…
She tried to swallow, and felt her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth. Buffy tried to think back to when she’d last had water, or even any food, and could barely remember the gorging she’d done when Xander had ‘rescued’ her; though now that she remembered it she couldn’t keep her stomach from groaning. Her lips were parched and bleeding, part of her wanted to rub her tongue into them to coat her tongue in her own blood, it was the only moisture she had, and another part of her realised there just wasn’t enough to make any real difference. Her head was swimming with dehydration, hunger, pain and outright terror, her vision blurred unless she concentrated very hard on it but concentrating on anything just made her head hurt more. She was weak, bound, her friends were either enslaved or homicidal, and she had a vampire clothed in her best friend’s body cackling with glee as she stepped into some kind of harness.
We always won! We sang that damned song about getting through things together! This can’t be happening! Everyone’s always been rescued and the big bad taken down well before now! This can’t be happening, no, please!! Don’t let this happen, please, anyone, everyone, you can’t let this happen, this was never supposed to happen! PLEASE SOMEONE, anyone...... please?
Willow slowly turned around, showing off the barbed metal phallus strapped to her crotch. “It’s kind of sad, all those claims and rituals in vampire lore, and nothing for girl on girl action! Unless you use some kind of… aid.” Willow stroked up and down the length of her metal phallus, feeling the barb catch on the skin of her palm. She winced when one of the barbs drew blood, then smiled suckling at the drop before the cut swiftly healed. She kept her gaze on Buffy, watching her every reaction and emotion play on her face and scent the air.
Buffy stared, morbidly fascinated, her inner diatribe cut off with her instant curiosity. She didn’t put two and two together till Willow approached her, the trap-on bobbing and swaying in the air with each step. Buffy felt the blood drain from her face, her head filled with a faint ringing that seemed to block out any real sound when finally, it sank in. Willow was going to use… that… on her… and she was tied and helpless on the bed.
She shook her head madly, begging with tear filled eyes. She grunted past the ball gag stuffed in her mouth, pleading with Willow not to do this, not to rape her old best friend. Willow, however, just looked down at the blond while tracing a finger down the barbs and protrusions down the length of the metal cock.
“I would say ‘don’t worry Buffy, it won’t hurt!’ but that’s a lie, and I really like to see you panicked, so I won’t.” Buffy started to sob, soft shudders and tears sweetened with fear, Willow drank it all in while climbing on top of her. “That’s it puppy… cry for me.”
Without any warning Willow plunged her cock right into Buffy unprepared cunt. The scent of blood danced on Willow’s senses while Buffy howled and arched beneath her, trying to throw her off. Willow hung on easily, then pulled out and plunged in again. Again, Buffy screamed. Drool dribbled out from behind the gag, pooling around the sides of her throat, but still she screamed on.
Willow laughed, and plunged in again, feeling a heady rush from the Slayer blood in the air, coating her thighs, and the screams of anguish… oh they were divine. Buffy was begging beneath her, sobbing with each movement Willow made, screaming uncontrollably when she pulled out or pushed inwards.
Willow lost herself in the sensations, feeling the oh so frail human girl beneath her constantly trembling in fear and pain. It was beautiful… like poetry
Finally the scent of blood in the air became too much for her control, and she darted like a snake to strike her fangs deep into Buffy’s throat. For once Buffy stopped screaming, only able to let out a single whimper before everything became too much and she lost consciousness. Willow continued to drink, taking three carefully measured mouthfuls of the Slayer’s blood before stilling her hips, pulling her blood drenched phallus from Buffy’s savaged hole, and her blood drenched fangs from her throat.
“Mine now….” She licked her lips clean before standing, stretched, and motioning Dawn forward to remove her strap on and clean her up. She again marvelled at the silent efficiency that Dawn attended her. She hadn’t even had a chance to ask for a basin and water, and the girl already had gone to fetch it. She pet Dawn’s hair, smiling softly. “Such a good girl.”
When Dawn was finally finished, Willow walked away to her pile of bags in the corner. She pulled out an ornate wooden box from the pile and lovingly stroked the wood.
“And now to finish my business here…” Willow smirked and pulled out an Orb of Thesulah from its velvet nest in the box. She held it up and marveled at its beauty, glinting in the light of the chamber.
Previous parts are here.
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 wraps up her business in Angelus's realm.
Word Count: 1043 (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!
Non work-safe banner beneath the cut
Banner by: Tamakin84
Previously:
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.
And Now:
Buffy struggled. She couldn’t help but struggle, so she did, even in this helpless situation. It was hardwired into her brain to not give up, to fight till her dying breath even in the face of her most certain death, dismemberment and torture. Actually, it pretty much said that was the best time to struggle, because that was not something she wanted to experience.
Willow towered over her prone body, testing that she’d been tied securely to the large canopied bed on her back and held immobile. Her thighs had been tied to her calves with thin coarse rope which lead to the canopy where it twined about the bars, keeping her thighs well spread.
Buffy was scared, she couldn’t fight, hell, she couldn’t move anything but her face and head! What was she supposed to do? Ask Willow to put a stake between her teeth and jump on it? She could also wriggle her toes and fingers, but a fat lot of good that did! Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit…
She tried to swallow, and felt her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth. Buffy tried to think back to when she’d last had water, or even any food, and could barely remember the gorging she’d done when Xander had ‘rescued’ her; though now that she remembered it she couldn’t keep her stomach from groaning. Her lips were parched and bleeding, part of her wanted to rub her tongue into them to coat her tongue in her own blood, it was the only moisture she had, and another part of her realised there just wasn’t enough to make any real difference. Her head was swimming with dehydration, hunger, pain and outright terror, her vision blurred unless she concentrated very hard on it but concentrating on anything just made her head hurt more. She was weak, bound, her friends were either enslaved or homicidal, and she had a vampire clothed in her best friend’s body cackling with glee as she stepped into some kind of harness.
We always won! We sang that damned song about getting through things together! This can’t be happening! Everyone’s always been rescued and the big bad taken down well before now! This can’t be happening, no, please!! Don’t let this happen, please, anyone, everyone, you can’t let this happen, this was never supposed to happen! PLEASE SOMEONE, anyone...... please?
Willow slowly turned around, showing off the barbed metal phallus strapped to her crotch. “It’s kind of sad, all those claims and rituals in vampire lore, and nothing for girl on girl action! Unless you use some kind of… aid.” Willow stroked up and down the length of her metal phallus, feeling the barb catch on the skin of her palm. She winced when one of the barbs drew blood, then smiled suckling at the drop before the cut swiftly healed. She kept her gaze on Buffy, watching her every reaction and emotion play on her face and scent the air.
Buffy stared, morbidly fascinated, her inner diatribe cut off with her instant curiosity. She didn’t put two and two together till Willow approached her, the trap-on bobbing and swaying in the air with each step. Buffy felt the blood drain from her face, her head filled with a faint ringing that seemed to block out any real sound when finally, it sank in. Willow was going to use… that… on her… and she was tied and helpless on the bed.
She shook her head madly, begging with tear filled eyes. She grunted past the ball gag stuffed in her mouth, pleading with Willow not to do this, not to rape her old best friend. Willow, however, just looked down at the blond while tracing a finger down the barbs and protrusions down the length of the metal cock.
“I would say ‘don’t worry Buffy, it won’t hurt!’ but that’s a lie, and I really like to see you panicked, so I won’t.” Buffy started to sob, soft shudders and tears sweetened with fear, Willow drank it all in while climbing on top of her. “That’s it puppy… cry for me.”
Without any warning Willow plunged her cock right into Buffy unprepared cunt. The scent of blood danced on Willow’s senses while Buffy howled and arched beneath her, trying to throw her off. Willow hung on easily, then pulled out and plunged in again. Again, Buffy screamed. Drool dribbled out from behind the gag, pooling around the sides of her throat, but still she screamed on.
Willow laughed, and plunged in again, feeling a heady rush from the Slayer blood in the air, coating her thighs, and the screams of anguish… oh they were divine. Buffy was begging beneath her, sobbing with each movement Willow made, screaming uncontrollably when she pulled out or pushed inwards.
Willow lost herself in the sensations, feeling the oh so frail human girl beneath her constantly trembling in fear and pain. It was beautiful… like poetry
Finally the scent of blood in the air became too much for her control, and she darted like a snake to strike her fangs deep into Buffy’s throat. For once Buffy stopped screaming, only able to let out a single whimper before everything became too much and she lost consciousness. Willow continued to drink, taking three carefully measured mouthfuls of the Slayer’s blood before stilling her hips, pulling her blood drenched phallus from Buffy’s savaged hole, and her blood drenched fangs from her throat.
“Mine now….” She licked her lips clean before standing, stretched, and motioning Dawn forward to remove her strap on and clean her up. She again marvelled at the silent efficiency that Dawn attended her. She hadn’t even had a chance to ask for a basin and water, and the girl already had gone to fetch it. She pet Dawn’s hair, smiling softly. “Such a good girl.”
When Dawn was finally finished, Willow walked away to her pile of bags in the corner. She pulled out an ornate wooden box from the pile and lovingly stroked the wood.
“And now to finish my business here…” Willow smirked and pulled out an Orb of Thesulah from its velvet nest in the box. She held it up and marveled at its beauty, glinting in the light of the chamber.
Previous parts are here.