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Chapter 7
Two Brides and a Rabbi
What is a marriage? Is it when the minister says “you my now kiss the bride?” Is it when the state, country or government grants you a license? Is it when two or more people stand in front of their friends or family and say, “Get use to it folks we're together now?” Is it when your village, town, commune or social order says you are now married? What exactly constitutes a marriage? When does it pass from concept to conception? From idea to reality? When you have children together? When you buy a house? When you leave Mom and Dads?
Marriage is a hard thing to define. At least when you are dealing with the soul. There are something's that only count when they're felt by the soul. Marriage! This does tend to make it hard on the hundreds of thousand maybe even millions of people who believe they are married. That is why married people are often called soulmates. In a true marriage they are exactly that, soulmates. Sure, there is a point before the two souls, meant to be soulmates, join but not married. Not connected yet. The thing about soulmates, is they are meant to be together. So if they fail to find each other in this life. To recognizes each other, then there are countless other lifetimes, on countless other worlds, and realties for them to connect. Become two of one. Most people never get it right.
Finding the exact moment this meeting, this discovery, this connection occurs is a completely different story. A story, which was rapidly leading Rupert Giles to an early grave. The problem of getting his stepdaughter and adopted daughter married, "cured", were turning into a nightmare. First trying to find out what a marriage actually meant was a task this ex-librarian, British Museum curator, Watcher and guy who just knows to bloody much, couldn't do easily or at all. All Giles books said different things. Every culture, time period or location had different meanings, methods. Final Rupert gave up on research a let Joyce take over. They would have an ‘American Wedding.’ Giles told his wife.
Joyce too, had problems. First finding a place for the wedding and someone to perform it. Then after she thought she had that done, the minister pointed out that he really couldn't do a ceremony for two girls. That was kind of a shock. Joyce had for so long just accepted her daughter and Willow it hadn't accrued to her that other people might not feel the same way.
At one point in time Giles actually considered flying them off to Amsterdam. It was at least legal there. Angel stopped this by pointing out to Giles that he would never get Willow much less Buffy on Airplane in there current state. And they would kill each other on a boat. Angel had pointed out that their hands full now just keeping them in the same city and this was Los Angeles.
Giles using all his sources called in a favor from a buddy he knew in his ripper days and he in turned found a priest with a gambling dept owned to Giles's old buddy. The gang started to move forward. Then Willow in one of her more lucid moments pointed out that she was Jewish and would only be married by a Rabbi. After a short search it was back to the drawing board. It was Team Scooby looking for a Rabbi.
After a short search Xander found a Rabbi. Who in turn, ran screaming from the house after meeting Willow. The Spell was advancing at an awesome pace. Finally, Giles called the Council. They sent a Rabbi. The wedding would be conducted in the church of the priest with the gambling problem and preformed by the counsel Rabbi. The ceremony would take place when he arrived in a few days.
There were other problems. The spellcaster had wasted no time in getting the word out. Vampires were taking advantage of the missing Slayer. This was why it was taking so long for the rabbi to arrive. They couldn't risk him landing at night.
To counter the Vampire problem the gang was forced to patrol. Kate, Anya and Kir faked showing up as the Slayer. This meant leaving some jerk alive to spread the word. Kate was blond and not a bad fighter. She was sometimes mistaken for the slayer fighting along side Angel. Kir was called by the gang to come out from her undercover job to help the gang. She worked as an undercover cop chasing drug dealers. Kir was not very strong, but she was fast. She could hold a human shape for just long enough to fool even a Vampire but not if they looked too long or too hard. She was often mistaken for the Slayer because of her fighting skill and youthful appearance. It was why she did so well undercover. She looked 15 or 16. Demon blood does have some advantages.
Then there was Anya. Among the vampire world Buffy was a legend. Buffy could never live up to all the things that were credited to her. What legend ever did? The stories always varied but they had one thing income, a sharp wit and stinging puns. Anya was good at wit. Her few years back as a human had only sharpened her comeback skills. Most people feared her because of her mouth. Xander knew just how to use this. Play it. A blond wig and few one liners and the Slayer had appeared. Amy was not happy about this and came along to do the actual killing of Vampires via magic. Xander had his hands full making sure his wife didn't ‘slip’ and stake Anya.
The biggest problem of all was keeping the two future wives apart. Whether it was the spell or their natural love for each other, but keeping them apart was nearly impossible. Before the first day had gone by the group was exhausted. Angel ended up taking Buffy and Joyce home and leaving Willow with Giles. It took Willow 14 hours but she, by the use of magic, stole a car and nearly fried Angel in the sunlight in a fit of jealousy. Angel was only saved because Buffy broke free and the two of them became engaged in a game of “lets find something to use for punishment.” In a way it was lucky that Angel had so many weapons on the walls. Both of them were so obsessed, they were going from weapon to weapon looking for just the right one. Thankfully both Buffy and Willow knew some piece of knowledge about most of them. When they were used. How they were made. What kind of demon you should kill with it. So they spend their time sharing that information. That and Buffy was licking Willows shoes.
Kate came home in the middle of a discussion of many uses for a lyberth. Closing the curtains and checking the unconscious Vampire first, she then managed to knock Buffy out in mid shoe lick and subdue Willow.
From that point on Giles was not left alone with Willow. Buffy was kept at a hotel. A day and half later, Buffy locked her mother in the bathroom, knocked Doyle out and stole his keys. And then drove home, then locked both Xander and Giles in the basement. Neither Xander nor Giles ever got over the sounds the two lovers making love. Thankfully Pam Nichols found the two men and released them before the spell laiden lovers hurt each other.
Pam had made excuses for the first 2 days Dr. Rosenberg didn't show up for work. In truth she figures that the agency knew something about it. They kept a tight watch on the doctor. So after checking police reports and the obituaries she decided to check on her at home. It was the silence of her CIA bosses that convinced her something was wrong.
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When I got to Dr. Rosenberg’s I found the front door broken off it's hinges. I also heard a snapping sound followed by cries and moans as if someone where hurt. I then followed the sounds to the bedroom where Dr. Rosenberg held a belt. I guess I should call her Willow now. We have diffidently crossed that professional line into the personal.
Willow was using a belt to beat her lover on the back. Her lover, Buffy, had bruising from the belt covering most of her body. She was lying on the bed holding the headboard. I could see where some kind of chain and manacle was in the room but was not being used. The Slayer was simple holding on to the headboard.
I was shocked. It wasn't a behavior I would have associated with Dr. Rosenberg. As a forensics pathologist I have seen all kinds of behaviors, both dangerous and playful displayed by the human race. Still it took me by surprise. I am still an FBI agent so after the shock, I then looked carefully at Miss Summers to gauge if she was being used against her will. Since Ms. Summers is the Slayer and has a great deal of strength I knew she could overpower a large man easily. Dr. Rosenberg is not a large man. Next, I consented the physiological ends of this. The question being was Ms. Summer's cohorts into this. Her hands were free but was her mind? Dr. Rosenberg was a very powerful Witch with the knowledge to back it up. This meant I had to make my presence known. I would have at any rate. Ms Summers was being severely beaten, even if many of the sounds she was making indicated she was enjoying the experience.
“Dr. Rosenberg, Willow, can I speck to you for a moment.” Pam asked in her calmest voice.
Willow swung the belt like this was a normal activity that everyone did. After two more swings and she turned to Pam. “Sure that’s what you need?"
"I was wondering if we could talk in the kitchen?” Pam wasn't sure why she wanted Willow out of the bedroom but she had a need to get out of the bedroom herself and the kitchen seemed logical. “Ok, can you give me a minute.” Pam waited afraid to leave them alone together.
Willow swung the belt down three more time across the slayers back “Slave, stay, Don't move an inch I know exactly were your hands are, You do not want to make me angry!”
Pam thought, if this isn't angry remind me to not piss her off! Pam lead the way to the kitchen noticing Willow didn't even try to cover her nude body. On reaching the kitchen she notice yet another set of chains and manacles. Both sets of chains were long. Not what you would use for S & M but to keep someone against their will. She had seen kidnappers and killers use setups like this on their helpless victims. Something about all this just didn't make sense. “Do you chain Buffy up a lot?” Pam said pointing to the chain.
“Ah those, Xander and Giles had those out using on me. Tried to tell me it was for my own good. Huh”
“Xander and Giles had you chained in them?” Pam gulped out not knowing how this game was played.
“Ridiculous isn't it.”
“Totally ridiculous.” Pam thought humoring her might be the way to go.
“Yeah chained me up like I was the slave. Don't they know I'm the master?”
“Yes, well you are the one with the belt.” [Ok, group sex, that can't be right? Something is really wrong,] Pam added to herself.
“Pam do you think we could do this later, I haven't even started beating Buffy's front side. Then after that I am going to put her in the bathtub and play Chinese water torture.”
“Sounds like fun,” Pam tried not to sound to sarcastic. “Willow, I really just needed to borrow something from your medical kit.”
“Sure, It's in the bathroom linen closet.”
“Do you think after I get it I could watch a while. Watch you a while. Get pointers.” Pam had no idea what she was saying. It was a bluff she just hoped it worked.
“Sure, sounds fun.” Willow hurried back to the bedroom where Pam heard her say, “Role over on your back.” The sound of the belt hitting flesh followed.
Pam found the kit with a minimum of fuss. She had seen it when Willow had stitched Buffy up after a demon injured the Slayer. It was the most complete kit Pam had ever seen outside of a hospital. Even during the Gulf war, her MASH Unit didn't have a kit so complete. A few more painful minutes of listening to the belt passed while Pam loaded the injection. If all went well Willow would be out in minutes. Pam returned to the bedroom. Buffy was now on her back smiling. That was the most unnerving thing to date. Willow was working her way up the body then moving back down.
“Willow, do you think Buffy could lay on her stomach for a while, I like watching you hit her back.” Ok lame, Pam thought but I am desperate. “I like her back too. Buffy roll over.”
Buffy quickly rolled over. Pam used the distraction to inject the redhead. Willow still managed to get a few swings in before passing out on to the bed next to Buffy. Pam pulled Willow squarely on the bed and checked her pulse. She would be ok, but would have a hell of a headache. Dr. Nichols then moved to Buffy. The girl didn't move at all while Pam examined her. “Buffy are you all right?” Pam asked concerned when Buffy moved a little but didn't answer. Pam added, “Willow will be cross if you don't answer me.”
“Yes” Buffy whispered then added. "Is mistress ok? Is she asleep?” Buffy sounded like a small child.
“Yes Willow is asleep, she's tired.” [Ok, do I treat her like a child or do I push and go for grown-up answers.] Pam wondered. She continued to check Buffy's many bruises and scars but concluded that they were painful but not life threatening. There were just a hell of a lot of them.
“Buffy, roll over I want to look at you.” Buffy slowly rolled over until she could see Willow then she almost flipped the rest of the way never taking her eyes off her lover. Pam examined the rest of Buffy's body and found less bruising then on her back. “Buffy, does Willow beat you like this often?”
“No!” The Slayer said sadly, “But I like it. I love mistress.”
“I am sure you must.” Pam commented thinking they both must be out of their minds. “Buffy, what did you do that made her hit you like this?” Pam decided to treat the Slayer as a child for a while. In her current mental state Pam doubted if she could cope with anything else.
“I went away.”
“You ran away?”
“No I would never leave mistress.” Buffy said sitting up staring at Dr. Nichols with fire in her eyes.
“I know you would never leave Willow.” Pam could not bring herself to call her “Mistress”.
“That is why I don't understand why you went away Buffy? Can you explain it to me?”
“It was Giles, he made me. He and Angel. They made me. But I escaped and I locked him in the basement.”
“Who did you lock in the basement.”
“Giles and Xander.”
“Where did you lock them?” Pam was almost frantic.
“In the basement, like I said.” Buffy was running her hands along Willows back in a light touch.
“Here in the house? In the basement here?”
“Yes and Willow said they she would punish them later after she punished me.” Buffy finished smiling at the thought of punishment and laid back down taking a hold of the headboard.
Pam could see the girl was exhausted. The beating alone would be a major trauma to the system. “Buffy can you make sure that Willow stays here and gets some sleep. I am going to come back in and give you a shot in a minute.”
“NO! I hate shots!” The once brave Slayer shouted.
“Yes but Willow told me to give it to you. As punishment.” Pam wondered how long she could go on bluffing.
“Oh I was bad.” Buffy whispered lowering her eyes.
“Yes and now I want you to watch over Willow. Make sure she is ok.” The Slayer only nodded while Pam stepped out of the room and filled another shot. Once that was done she freed Giles and Xander.
It had been a whirlwind from that point on. Separating the two. Pam had found that Buffy could be knocked out by shots. Keeping her that way was another story. With Doctor Pam helping they managed to keep the two drugged for much of the wait until the rabbi could arrive. Pam had spent most of her time with Buffy. As a doctor she had never seen as many strange symptoms. Buffy would heal completely only to reform wounds and bruises. The demon claw marks ranged from deep infection to not there at all. Other cuts opened and closed at will. Bruises from belts, whips, cords and an iron came and went on her body. Buffy herself appeared not to notice.
Pam tried to find a connection between the spell and the symptoms. She had Rupert and Joyce keep journals of behavior and location. They were each given a list of questions to ask the lovers at the same time of day. After comparing them, a pattern was found. Buffy knew where Willow was at all times day or night. She could tell exactly which room of the house she was in and what she was doing.
Willow on the other hand could only tell where Buffy was part of the time. The more out of touch she was from Buffy, the deeper the wounds on Buffy appeared. Distance had little to do with this. Giles had taken to bringing Willow with him in the car. It placated her and seemed to calm Buffy. The drugs made Willow incapable of magic to free herself most of the time.. But Buffy was another story. Drugs did nothing to hold back her strength.
The drugs didn't work for long on the slayer either. And Pam didn't dare give her more. Fortunately as the hours ticked away Buffy became more child like. Telling her that “Willow would be mad” or “Willow was doing this to punish her,” held the Slayer for short periods only. But only for a short time. There were other things as well. Both stopped wearing clothes. Both drank huge amounts of liquids. Coke being the most prevalent. Both wanted ice-cream. Both refused to eat solid foods. Both were out of their minds crazy. The strangest things would set them off.
Buffy broke her chains, knocked Kate over and destroyed the TV because they showed an ad for Superbowl Sunday. Willow tried to choke Xander because he said something negative about Faith. Seconds after Doyle and Cordelia walked out the door; Buffy broke free, grabbed Doyle and dragged him back to the room. She threatened to beat him up unless he showed Joyce his demon face. Joyce was more surprised when he did. “Just one more thing nobody told me.”
But the straw that broke the camel's back was that Willow kept calling Cordelia on the phone to talk about cloths, fashion, how much she loved being best friends with her in high school. Cordelia started screening all her calls after that.
Still they managed. Doyle and Cordilia picked up Rabbi Lowe at the airport. Joyce and Amy got Buffy and Willow into simple white dresses. Angel sobered up the priest and got the church ready. Giles double-checked all the known customs for an “American wedding.” Writing a very short wedding for the Rabbi to perform. Xander's mom watched the kids. And everyone else prepared for the wedding of the new millennium.
“Dearly beloved we are gathered here.”
“On your knees slut.”
“To join in holy matrimony.”
“Is this all right mistress?”
“These two very possessed people.”
“Ho Hum, Rabbi.”
“These two people.”.
“Don't look at me.”
“If anyone here today knows why these two people who seem to be made for each other.”
“Sorry mistress.”
“Speak now or for ever hold his peace. Please God let nobody speak.”
“Don't look that way either bitch.”
“Do you Doctor Willow Rosenberg take this women to be your wife?”
“The slut is already mine.”
“I'll take that as a yes.”
“Rabbi Lowe, she has to say I do.” Angel replied.
“What now I am taking advice from a vampire?”
“Do you hear that bitch, you’re mine.”
“I'm afraid he is quit right, Rabbi.” Giles injected.
“Now the Watcher has to join in.” Rabbi Lowe replied sarcastically.
“Yes mistress.”
“All right already. Do you Doctor Rosenberg take Buffy Anne Summers as your wife, and you have to say I do if you want her.”
“I do! I take the worthless, bleach blond, beautiful body, Did I say worthless?”
“Satisfied?” Rabbi Lowe asked Giles.
“Yes, now please hurry, Rabbi Lowe.”
“Thank you mistress.”
“Ok, do you Buffy Summers take this woman, Willow Rosenberg to be your wife?”
“May I answer mistress?”
“You may, but that doesn't mean I won't punish you for it anyway.”
“I do.”
“With the powers vested in me, what powers? You are now Wife and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
Willow leaned down to the kneeling Buffy and pulled her up. She kissed the Slayer on the lips pulling her backwards.
“OK slut put your hands on the back of the pew and your ass in the air.”
“Or whip her, whatever you think you need do. Mazoltov, Shalom. Did the drunken priest leave anything to drink?”
Angel bodily picked the witch up. “Will, honey save some of that for the honeymoon. You both have to break a glass.” Angel and Doyle dragged the two back over by the Rabbi. Xander had filled the two glasses with wine after wrestling it from the parish priest. Doyle held Willow and Angel held Buffy. To everyone's surprise Willow reached down and held Buffy's hand. Xander gave them both a glass. The Rabbi quickly read a passage from the Torah in Hebrew. The passage was picked at random. At this point he figured anything but a prayer was useless. Still he had read a fitting prayer from the songs of Solomon.
Willow drank her glass while Buffy watched Willow holding her own glass carefully. “You may drink now slave,” Willow ordered. Buffy then drained her glass. Xander wasted no time putting the glasses in a cloth and on the floor. “Mistress do you want me to take my shoes off.” Buffy asked.
“NO,” the crowd answered.
Willow pulled Buffy close and said “On three, one, two, three.” Crunch the wine glasses went.
The group turned and took a deep breath. Well not Angel but the others did. And just as they were starting to relax they all turned back around at the sound of: Slap, Slap, “Yes Mistress, harder please, I was bad” slap slap.
“Shut up slave while I punish you.”
Angel dove across the room and grabbed Willow, pulling her to out of the church's back rooms. “I said save it for the honeymoon.” Kate handcuffed Buffy to the pew while she was bent over, keeping her from following Willow.
“I don't understand. I thought this was meant to cure them.” Dr. Nichols asked.
“No” Joyce sighed. “It will slow it, but they have to consummate the marriage first.”
“How! They almost kill each other just being in the same room.”
“How indeed?” Joyce said as she too held the same question.
“Well that went swimmingly dear, A good American Wedding.” Giles said leaning down to kiss his wife. Giles had decided American wedding would be the best to try first.
“Well it was differently unique.” Joyce answered looking at the collection of half demons, vampires, witches, oddballs and a drunken priest gathered in the room.
“Yes well, we can always try again. Oh speaking of covering our bases I managed to get this. I know it isn't exactly legal, but well, my dear it is filed in the courthouse downtown. I figured they wouldn't look to closely at Dr. Rosenberg and B. Summers. " Giles said handing her the marriage license.
“It is real.” Giles added.
“Just not legal in the state of California” Kate said, “Yet.”
“Well there is always Amsterdam or possible Vermont.” Giles responded.
“Well I guess it's on to the honeymoon.” Xander said a little to happily for his jealous wife.
Chapter 8
Honeymoon on the Run
Voices were circling around in Buffy's head as she lay in a tattoo/body-piercing parlor on Hollywood Blvd. She and Willow had escaped once again from the Scooby gang. They had jumped the first city bus they passed and headed into town. Buffy had sunk down on the floor next to Willow on the bus as they headed into the unknown. The other passengers on the bus had stared at the two women in white dresses but it was Hollywood so they were quickly forgotten. All along the ride both women were lost in the voices.
Buffy's screaming for punishment. She had heard this voices before. They were the ones that screamed the names of all the people she failed to save over the years. The cruel things she had said to Willow, to her mother. They were deafening. She had been listening to them for weeks, as they became the only voices she could hear.
Willow too, was hearing voices. They shouted out to her; “strike back at Cordelia for all the cruel things she ever said. Softer side of Sears, Huh!” All the people who had called her a nerd or geek like Percy. Only the voices told her to strike them by striking Buffy. Buffy was the Chosen One. Weren't gentiles always choosing some one to be crucified for others sins. If she punished Buffy for all the hate she felt then everything would be ok. Her parents would not have to die. Jesse would not have died. She would never have been arrested. If Buffy only took the punishment, and Buffy begged to be punished at times. Hadn't she held the Slayer in the dark as she cried and begged Willow to help her feel something again.
The part of Willow's brain that could still rationalized the few times Buffy had begged her for punishment. The first time had been when Buffy had failed to save a group of children from vampires. She had been seconds two late. She had stopped for coffee and had been seconds too late. Buffy keep it to herself for days. She tried to pretend everything was A-OK. Willow had almost believed her. Then Willow came home from the hospital and found Buffy in the bathroom with a razor blade cutting her arms. She wasn't trying to comment suicide; no she was just punishing herself. Willow had not known Buffy was a “cutter.” The Slayer had been since she was in high school. Buffy's healing ability hid it. She healed with in hours.
Willow had tried getting her counseling after this. That had almost ended with the blond being locked up in an institution. Willow tried witchcraft next. Buffy was self-destructing. Finally Willow found her again seconds after she had started cutting on her leg, this time over the death of an old man and a teenage boy. Willow had taken her into the bedroom and held her until she stopped crying. They had made love very gently when the tears were gone. Willow woke to find Buffy in a chair holding the razor. Just staring out the window waiting for dawn. It was then that Buffy asked, begged Willow to help her. Willow took the Slayer gently pulling her lover over her lap and giving her a very gentle spank across her bottom. The spanking had been more ritual then anything close to pain. It was done to allow Buffy to let go of the pain she tried to hide inside. Buffy had a name, a place, and a failure for every gentle stroke. Willow kept up the illusions while Buffy exercised her failure demons and heartache.
Afterwards they made love again. Buffy was rough, desperate. It was the first time Buffy was anything but gentle with Willow. It too was more illusion then reality. Buffy didn't leave a bruise or mark. And Willow had loved it. It had started them experimenting with each other. It had brought them closer. Taught them to trust each other more. Still Willow always hated when Buffy “Needed It”.
Until last week “IT” had never been more then ritual. More then a game.Willow had never struck Buffy in anger. Never more then a playful pat. And these damn voices in her head were going to drive the doctor mad. The witch was losing herself in them. They had gotten off the bus when Willow had seen the body piecing sign with a ring stud drawn next to it. She had pulled Buffy off the bus and inside. After an hour of arguing with the attendant. The redhead scared him into summission by pulling her CIA/FBI badge out. The poor guy just gave her the belly button piercer. He help set it up for her and got Buffy on the table sans dress. “Are you sure you know how to use that?” the frightened attendant asked. “I'm a doctor for Gaia's sake.” Willow set the popgun in the right place and looked down at Buffy. “With this ring I thee Wed” Pop and the stud was in place. A few minutes later Willow was on the table with her dress off and Buffy standing over her. Willow placed her hand on top of the Slayers as she placed the piercer. “With this ring I thee wed,” Buffy said before popping a matching ring in Willows belly button. The attendant was just thankful he got them out of his shop with their dresses back on.
From there they wondered around. They looked at the stars on Hollywood Drive. They went to Grumman's Chinese Theater. They toured the Wax museum and Ripley's Believe It or Not. They bought clothes to change into from a leather shop. Even in her current state Willow wondered why Faith and Angel would really prefer leather to jeans. Still she did look good, but Buffy, Will thought, looked better. “Hot, might even be a better word to describe the blond.” They had just wondered and looked at things. Buffy always hung back from Willow a few feet as a good slave would. Willow was letting her walk up right and even asking her what she thought. Still the voices in both women's heads were screaming. After most of the day had past the voices would not be denied. Willow had pulled them into an adult toy store. The voices went nuts. So many ideas that Buffy had to catch Willow when she fainted. Still they managed to leave the store well supplied with a large credit card bill. After the toy store the voices had grown inpatient. They headed to the nearest motel. It wasn't very expensive, a Motel 6, but it was in Hollywood. They took the honeymoon suite.
After closing the door Willow ordered Buffy to undress. Buffy hurried to obey but leather doesn't come off quickly even for a slayer. Buffy only got them down to her ankles before Willow had thrown her over the bed. “Don't move slow poke.” Buffy was not really on the bed in a good position but she tried to remain still. Willow dug through their bag of toys until she found a plastic paddle. She then stomped over to the bed beside the Slayer. Somehow the witch pulled the Slayer across her lap. She pulled her panties down next to her pants hanging around her ankles. Willow began to spank the slayer with all her might. The Voices where happy. Then she began hearing other voices screaming for her to stop. They were warring over and over in her head. Images of other times she had done this to her lover. Pictures of that first time. The gentleness. Their lovemaking. For the second time that day she fainted. When she woke up she had been placed in the center of the bed. Buffy was lying in a ball at the end of bed. Her pants and underwear where still hanging at her ankles. Her hands were covering her ears. Willow sat up and found the paddle next to her hand. The voices wanting her to punish Buffy were now back in control. The other voices could only be heard in whispers.
“Buffy come here.” The words slave, slut, bitch were in the voices, but she wanted Buffy. Buffy crawled towards her. Willow pulled her lover up and kissed her deeply pushing her tongue inside. For a few minutes they were simply lovers but the voices from the witch's deepest hiding place would not rest. She pushed the Slayer away. She went through the toy bag until she found what she wanted. Before she moved away she returned and took out a bottle of lube. Buffy with her pants still around her ankles bend over the desk in the room. The Slayer bent putting both hands on either side of the desk. Willow pulled her legs as far apart as the pants would let them go. The redhead put lube on her fingers and wormed them in to Buffy's backside coating the passage. The voices had been angry about this; they wanted it done without comfort or pleasure. Willow then pushed a medium sized butt plug into her lover. The voices had wanted large, huge, THEY WANTED PAIN! Demanded pain! They told the redhead the Slayer was chosen to suffer. Willow then picked the paddle back up and began to hit her lover, her Buffy, across her the plug.
The Slayer was now making small sounds that might have been pain or pleasure. Willow found herself hesitating. Willow began counting each stroke out loud. All the time the voices had been in control they never wanted her to count the strokes or watch the time. They told her it took away from the punishment. It let the slave know there would be an end to the punishment. When Willow got to ten she saw a single tear fall from Buffy's eye. She stopped. “Voices be damned.” She didn't want to do this, she wanted to make love with the slayer. The voices agreed as long she punished her at the same time. The voices were afraid now. Willow could feel it. The doctor dug in the bag until she found the double cock. The voices screamed obscenties at this choice. They screamed other things, other ideas. They pleaded. They begged. They promised.
Willow stripped off her clothes as she walked over to Buffy taking her hand like a lover. She pulled the Slayer to the edge of the bed. Pushing Buffy to the floor she opened her legs to let the Slayer in. Buffy knew what to do. The Slayer liked doing this, it wasn't punishment. It was heaven. Buffy pulled Willow's hips out a little to dip her tongue inside her lover. She ran her tongue gently up and down Willow's lower lips teasing her. Buffy's voices were confused. She was serving her mistress but she was also making love to her. “They screamed you can't do both at the same time.” Buffy no longer cared what the voices said. The blond continued to tease her love. Willow gently ran her hands through Buffy's hair loving the feel of Buffy's tongue inside her. Buffy slid two fingers in just as she began a soft tongue lashing across Willow's clit. Buffy increased her tongue movement and fingers. Then she sucked hard on her lover's clit and Willow exploded into orgasm. The voices inside Willow were frantic. The Slayer was trying to tell her own to go to hell when they too let themselves be known. Still the Slayer managed to give Willow a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh before pulling back. Willow clutching her ears with one hand and told the Slayer, “Put this in me now." Pointing at cock.
Buffy obeyed, and took the double dildo from her lover. It was 12 inches long on each side and an inch ½ wide. Buffy thought it reminded her of Angel. She then took the lube Willow had left out and rubbed some of it on the beast before she began to slide it in her lover. Willow was so wet already it slid in the tight passage easily. Somehow Willow ended up on the floor with Buffy. It took them a little while to figure how to best connect to each other. Their voices were screaming loader then a rock band with a maxed out speaker system. It was hard for either to think. Both had to cover their ears half the time. But they needed this. Wanted it with all of their souls. When Willow slide the head of the cock into Buffy, the voices began to die away. When Willow pulled the dildo back then slammed it into Buffy the voices began to return to the darkness inside her mind. Buffy moaned with this stroke pulling back and slamming into Willow. Willow's voices too were in retreat or surrendering. No one will ever know how long they went on like this. Pushing and pulling the dildo into each other. With each stroke the spell was slipped a little more. The evil that came from the outside fled into the demon realm where it had come from. The voices that were from inside of the two women began to return to the dark recesses of the mind.
The voices that were our doubt, our fears, our fantasies. The voices that we never admit live in us but do. These were the voices the spell had brought to the surface and let out into the light. It was the truly frightening part of evil. It could use the things we hid inside to destroy us or the world. The slayer and hacker pumped until they were raw and reduced to nothing but tears. In the end the spell was broken. The two lovers feel asleep in each other's arms still connected body, soul and latex object.
They woke together and stared into the others eyes, hoping the past week had been a dream. Knowing fate had yet again passed them something heavy to carry.
“Willow are you ok?”
“Oh Buffy, I am so sorry....”
Buffy stopped her by putting fingers to her lips. Then kissing her. “Will it wasn't you. Not really and it wasn't that bad because I was with you.”
Willow just smiled and returned the slayers kiss. They stared for a while not knowing what to do until the slayer, back to her old self took control. “We seem to still be connected here Will.”
“Ah yeah.” Willow said looking down.
“Stay still honey, I don't want to hurt you.” Buffy said before she pulled the dildo out of her lover then out of herself. With that task completed Buffy pulled Willow to her feet and kissed her lovingly.
Willow got a good look for the first time at the bruises she had placed on her lover and tears began to fall.
“Sshhh, Will, it's ok.” Buffy held the witch on the bed for a while and let her cry. When she finished they both just held each other until sleep again took them.
Willow awoke in the Slayer's arms. The blond held Willow across her chest tightly while she snored into the witch's hair. The tiny movements the hacker had made while looking up at Buffy were enough to wake her lover up. “Will you ok?” Buffy said sleepily.
“I should be asking you that?” Willow said running a finger along a bruise across the Slayers breast.
“I'm fine Will really.” Willow gave her resolve face. “Ok, I am a little sore.” Willow gave her more resolve face. “Ok, my but hurts like hell, but I'm ok. It will all fade in a day or two.”
“Let me see.” Willow said already pushing the slayer to roll over.
Buffy rolled over feeling uncomfortable being nude for the first time since the spell took affect.
Willow let her doctor persona come out and began running her eyes critically over Buffy's back. The slayer was definitely bruised and beaten. Willow could see whip and belt marks. The bruise showed the patterns of different kinds of whips, belts, paddles, belt buckles and cords. Her forensic pathology degree gave her experience in these things. Most of the bruises were old and fading. All save Buffy's butt. They were fresh and from a paddle. Willow almost began crying again as her mind went over giving her lover each and every mark. Willow took a deep breath and brought her clinical self, back to finish the job at hand. She focused on her bottom for a while then burst out laughing. Sometimes when you couldn't cry anymore you just had to laugh.
“Ok I am glad you find my body so funny, I live to keep you amused.” Buffy said starting to roll over.
“Buffy wait, that's not why I am laughing.” Willow said as she pushed the blond back onto her belly. “Buffy you are still wearing the butt plug.” Willow said in a fit of laughter.
“Oh”
“I'll take it out.”
“No! Wait!, leave it in.” Buffy said pulling out of Willow's path. “At least for now Will.”
Willow thought that maybe Buffy didn't trust her anymore and began to get up off the bed.
“Willow I want to do something.”
“Sure, anything.” Willow said from beside the bed.
Buffy pulled Willow back to the bed rolling her beneath the slayer's nude body. Buffy began kissing Willow working her way down the redhead. “Buffy aren't you too sore for this.” Willow asked, concerned.
“Willow I love you but shut up.”
Buffy continued to make her way down Willow. She went quickly and pulled her legs apart not too gently. The Slayer set a hard fast pace by pushing two fingered in her lover's pussy wetting them before shoving them in her ass. The blond then buried her face as deeply as she could get it into the red haired crotch. Though Buffy was gentle, there was no gentleness to her actions. Willow wasn't a slayer and had no slayer healing abilities. She was sore from the night before yet the soreness didn't stop her from moaning in pleasure. Buffy expertly flipped around and pushed her light brown pussy in Willows face. Willow took Buffy's lead and quickly got to work on the Slayer's clit. The harder Buffy licked and sucked the harder Willow licked and sucked. Willow was building to crescendo when Buffy gave her an order. “Willow you are not allowed to come until I give you permission.”
When the witch said nothing, Buffy stopped all motion. “Will, do you understand?”
“Yes, no cuming.” Willow answering while slowing her movement. After all she had done much worse to Buffy. Abused her the women she loved it was more then fair Willow told herself.
“Until I say to, Right?” Buffy ordered.
Willow returned to pumping her lover answering “yes” before sucking the Slayer's clit into her mouth. Buffy knew she was pushing it. Once again she was taking one of those leaps of faith that logic didn't support. But she had to get Willow back. She knew that Willow had the same memories she herself had of their week in heaven and hell. Though most was hell some of it had been heaven simply because she was with Willow. That and they had gotten married in a church. Buffy had always wanted to marry with Willow at her side. Yes! some of it was heaven.
Buffy continued to torture her lover with pleasure placing a third finger in her ass. Willow let go of the slayer's clit and moaned before begging, “Buffy, I have to come, please.” She was trying to hold it as long as she could but it was just too much pleasure.
The blond pulled away long enough to say “Willow I said no.” Then returned to her task mercilessly. “Please! Buffy want to! I have to do! please.” Willow was shaking by this point.
Buffy stopped and moved away from the women she loved. Secretly praying she hadn't over stepped her bounds. “You have to make me cum first.”
“Of course honey, anything.”
“Remember you said anything. Willow.” Willow didn't like this game but she was on fire. Her body was consumed with unfulfilled desire. It wasn't just this session but all the ones while the spell was ruling their bodies. It hurt in her soul. Buffy pulled Willow off the bed. As the witch's feet hit the floor she felt the wetness run down her leg. “Buffy, whatever you what me to do? I'll do it. I love you.”
Buffy handed Willow the red paddle she had used on Buffy the night before. “Ten” Buffy answered Willow misunderstanding looking at the paddle and positioned herself on the desk the way Buffy had been the night before. Buffy gently turned Willow around saying, “Willow I love you, but that's not going to make me cum.”
“I don't understand” the confused witch answered. “Yes you do, nobody knows me better then you. It's been you holding me together for years. You have been there for the bad and the good alike. We've talked about if before. My cutting. We both have dark sides. Ours just seem to be brought out into the open for public display. For our friends and family to laugh at. But you know what? Will, we are still together. I don't know about you but this last week, some of the time I liked it. Not the pain part, well maybe some of the pain part. But I liked that it was you, Will. That you loved me enough to stay with me. To give me these because you loved me” Buffy said pointing at her bruised bottom.
“Buffy I never meant.” Buffy kissed her pulling her close. “Let me finish,” Buffy said as she began to gently rubbing her hand through Willow's crotch. “And no cumming, at least not yet.”
“Cruel.” Willow said as she rocked with the Slayer's slow movement. “That's the idea. Anyway the point is the spell used our dark sides against us. I know you have fantasy about leather and dominatrix land. Mostly because you don't know how to be mean to anything or any one. You got walked on a lot in your life. So you got control issues. I have pain and punishment issues.”
“You just never see how wonderful you are, how beautiful you are Buffy, everything in the world isn't your responsibility.” Willow said kissing Buffy, the kiss lasted until the Slayer felt Willow's muscle contract slightly and almost cum. She pulled away and slowed her hand. “Ah, no cumming!”
“But Buffy,” Willow wined wondering how long her body could stay on the edge of orgasm before dying. “The spell brought it all out. Way out of control and with big evil but we both know some of it was us. The part that married you yesterday. Willow, the part that said I do. That was me.”
“Uh,” Willow moaned before speaking, “Buffy it was you I married. That's why I got the rings.” Willow ran her hand over the belly button ring. “I realized they forgot the ring.”
“And you thought belly rings?”
“Well, we were under the influence,” Willow stated. Buffy just laughed.
“Ok little girl, do you still want to cum?” Buffy said slipping in a finger and pulling in out. “Still being cruel, and if it's with you then yes.”
“Then I want ten just like yesterday.” Buffy said handing her the paddle. “You really want this?”
“Yep”
“You know you don't have to prove anything to me.”
“Yep” Buffy said taking up her place at the desk.
“Buffy I can't.”
“Willow you know I liked it, I can't fool you that way. I said ten Will!! Not half a day with a belt until Angel or Your boss finds us and knocks us out. I want to cum and you are going to make me cum. Got it?”
“I am not doing this ever again, you know that.” Willow said moving behind Buffy.
“At least for a while Willow.” Buffy smirked.
“Buffy.”
“I said I liked it.”
“What if I don't?”
“Willow ten, now, or do I torture you more.” Buffy said turning around and fingering her lover quickly. “Buffy you still have the plug in.”
“I know and I want it there. Now ten.”
“But you.” Willow didn't finish because Buffy was facing her arms crossed giving her ‘the do it or else Slayer look.’ “Fine.” Willow said and pointed to the desk. “But you count.” The first hit was more of a tap and Buffy answered by saying “Still waiting.” The next was hard and Willow was surprised how sore her arm muscles actually were. “One, damnit Willow no holding back.” The next 7 were softer but far from taps. Buffy counted each one. Willow was surprised that Buffy was moaning in pleasure. Loudly in pleasure. The Slayer's sound effects encouraged her while erasing some of the bad memories of the spell. The last two were hard and fast and aimed at the plug. Finished Willow and kissed the Slayer's back. Willow was feeling the fire and wetness drip down her own legs. Buffy moaned with each kiss. Then somehow managed to slide around Willow trading places with her. With her hands on top of the redhead's, the Slayer pushed Willow into the same position bent over the desk. The Slayer whispered “Close your eyes and trust me.”
Willow next heard Buffy rattling the toy bag and taking off her pants. She then felt the cold feel of lube and the head of a phallus pushed against her back opening. “I know this always makes you come harder.” Buffy whispered in her lover's ear before gently sliding all the way in. The Slayer remained still as she kissed Willow's back. “You still can't come until I tell you.”
“Buffy I can't hold out long.” The witch whispered holding back the pleasure. Buffy smiled knowing how much Willow loved back action. She remained still while she slid her hand around and found the redhead's clit. Buffy played her like a violin. Never letting her cum but keeping her on the edge. It was all too much for Willow. She began to beg, to plead. Tears of pleasure and frustration rolled down her face. But she would not let Buffy down; she would not cum until she was given permission. Thankfully Buffy was strong. She held Willow on her feet while she tortured her. Buffy too put off cuming over and over. She was going to push Willow to the edge before she bought her back. Willow continued to beg but her sentences had long since become babble. She let Buffy ride her as if she were a horse in full cantor. The witch bucked and wiggled slowly being drive out of her mind, more thoroughly then anything the spell had done. When Buffy was growing tired she leaned forward and kissed the witch on the back of the neck. “Cum with me Will, Cum with me.”
The four maids cleaning the rooms around the honeymoon suite where startled by the unison screams of what sounded like two women in a porno movie. It lasted only a few minutes at concert level. Still they were reassured by the oldest among them saying, “It's only the honeymoon suite. I told you about finding the two chicks asleep on the floor in there this morning. They didn't even know I was there.”
They both sank to the floor once Buffy had pulled out. Holding each other while their breath returned to normal. Buffy stood up first. Taking the belt off and placing it in their growing stack of used toys. Returning she said, “You need a bath.”
“I agree honey, but can I take it alone. I don't trust myself with you right this minute.”
Buffy pulled her lover to her feet and kissed her. “I know what you mean.”
Willow started to the bathroom when she remembered the plug. “Oh Buffy let me take the plug out. You have practically worn it for a whole day.”
“Ok, just be gentle.” Buffy said in a little girl's voice laughing and kissing Willow.
“Ok Dr. Rosenberg is back! Now over the desk again.” Buffy bent over the desk and waited for Willow to remove the blue object from her body. Buffy had been surprised that it felt good in its present location. Willow began to remove it slowly only to find Buffy unconsciously pushing back and moaning, She couldn't help it. Willow pulled it out half way and pushed it back in. Buffy only moaned and rocked against the desk. Willow began to sea saw it in and out of the girl. The witch moved her had around and fingered what she knew had to be one sore pussy. Still she slid two fingers in and fingered her clit. It didn't take long before maids in the hall heard an even loader moan or scream. “See women know how to do it. And Lois, they have staying power. See how long those two have been at it. My Manny, two minutes and he's sound asleep.” Later after baths, clean up, clothes search Buffy picked up the phone to call her parents.( Mother and Step father.) Willow was still trying to find away around wearing the only thing they seemed to have besides sex toys.
Leather. Lots of Leather. Willow wondered how many cows she was responsible for. Buffy was still trying to get an answer when there was a knock at the door. “Buffy never mind, they're here.” Willow said.
“Who?”
“Everyone I think.”
Seconds before Angel was going to bust down the door Buffy threw it open. “Leg in the air. That's a new look Angel. Oh and come in.”
“Are you ok sweetheart.” Joyce asked.
“Fine, were both fine.” Buffy smiled letting them all in.
“So Willow is ok as well?” Giles asked looking around the room for her.
Buffy leaned in and whispered. “She is fine, embarrassed, but fine. She's hiding in the bathroom until she gets her courage up or you all leave. Not sure which.”
Xander had already gone over to the bed and was bouncing on it. “Honeymoon Suite at the Motel 6 on Hollywood Blvd. Got to say you both know how to live. And Buff what's with the leather? Channeling Faith again?”
Buffy sat down next to Xander on the bed. “Xander honey, I am no longer under the influence of evil unlike when I bought this outfit,” She then tossed him to the floor. “So now is not a good time to push me Xander.”
“Yep our Buffy is back.” Xander laughed.
End Part 4
Continued in Part 5