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Chapter 15
The Sound of Silence
Willow spent the rest of her suspension from work, going through the records Martha had shown her in the holocaust museum. She buried herself in the files. She 'hardly even stopped to eat or sleep. Well, there had been those four other times she had met Buffy in Vine Grove Cemetery and disturbed the rest of Mr. and Mrs. Franks. In fact she had met Buffy just before dawn today.
The witch and the slayer had played in the predawn light, then gone for breakfast. After a healthy meal at the house of pancakes, Buffy had walked Willow to the museum. The redhead was peeking up from her microfiche reader looking at the blond. Buffy was trying hard to avoid sitting down at the computer and do the checks that Willow had wanted her to do. It wasn’t running the checks Buffy was having trouble with. It was the sitting. It would be another couple of hours before the slayer's healing skills would kick in and let her sit comfortably after last nights play. Plus the fact that Willow had made her wear the plug for the rest of the day. It was all Willow could do not to laugh at the frustrated slayer. Buffy was sore and still horny. It had been a very good slayage night. Fourteen vampires before Willow arrived to met her. Buffy was already bouncing over the Frank's headstone. Willow had been surprised at how wet her love was when she pulled her panties off. The witch could spend the rest of her life watching the slayer and die happy.
Sitting at her computer Buffy caught Willow out of the corner of her eye, watching her. Smiling at her lover, Buffy pulled an ancient wooden chair out and pushed it beside Willow. Keeping the back of the chair to Willow, the slayer straddled the chair backwards. She made sure to roll her ass on the chair for Willow’s benefit, pleased at the look of shock in her beautiful green eyes. Buffy continued to act very Faith-like with the chair and her bottom for a minute or two more.
“Getting ideas, Will?”
“Yes, not the ones you apparently are having though. Thank God Xander isn’t here, you would be giving him a heart attack.”
“I’m not interested in giving Xander a heart attack, you on the other hand good doctor are another story all together.” Buffy whispered seductively, beginning to rock on the chair again.
“Well if you're feeling perky enough to play Faith with the chair then your butt must be healthy enough to do the research I gave you.”
“Yes teacher, but wouldn’t you rather…”
“No, I go back to work tomorrow. If you want to ever play evil witch in the cemetery and the slayer again tonight then get over there and work.”
“Maybe you should spank me again, I might work harder.”
“You're pushing me into doing the no sex spell Tara sent me.”
Buffy practically ran to the computer, forgetting the chair, then returning for it.
For the next three hours they both worked on the research, with a minimum of peeking at each other. Buffy saved to disc the last thing on the list and then moved the chair back over beside Willow. Willow worked for another hour while Buffy sat next to her reading over her shoulder. Finally Buffy could stand it no longer.
“Willow I need a recap. Talk to me.”
Willow touched Buffy’s knee and turned to her. “Ok, maybe it will help me clear things up too.”
“Buffy this is roughly what I know. Sometime during the early years the mayor needed some funding and he let the military build a secret underground base in Sunnydale. The one the Initiative used. They brought part of the Nazi geneticist and a few of their subjects there to work on the gene project they were working on during the war.”
“Yeah, the Nazi part I read about right after Martha showed us the files. 'They called your great-grandmother subject 4, Right?”
“Right, the government had other bases built as well. It was the cold war and hidden bases were a big deal in case of nuclear attack.”
“But the important thing to remember is, the mayor knew about the base. Anyway, they continued to play around with people, witches, one other slayer and demons. They used a local gynecologist to impregnate women with their gene sliced eggs. Lots of the kids we went to school with were part of the project. Some of our high school teachers were monitors.”
“Actually that explains a lot about high school.”
“Not really, High School is pretty funky anywhere, Hellmouth or not. Back to the subject. People like Catherine Madison were brought to Sunnydale as children to add to the genepool. And no, she isn’t one of my relatives. Most of the kids were just tracked with no gene slicing done. There really weren’t that many. Less than ten when we were in school. Marcie, the invisible girl was one of them. That is why the CIA picked her up so soon. The Mayor knew about most of it, which is strange.”
“Does seem weird. But I saw Xanders name in the file looking over your shoulder.”
“Yeah, that is a harder point. He was tracked but, I don’t know why yet. His parents weren’t sliced and diced. His grandfather was an SS officer. Not a bad ass one. Xander’s grandfather was only 16 when the war ended. He was in charge of a group of young guards at the nameless camp. Which was called “Nameless” by the way. Nameless in the English language no less.”
“Cute.” Buffy said sarcastically.
“Ok, so Xander’s grandfather is this 15 or 16 year-old guard during the war. The war ends, but allies keep the camp secret. Then they arrange for Xander's grandfather and one of the female prisoners to move to America. To Sunnydale, where Xander’s grandfather worked at the College as a security guard. He was 18 when he moved to America with his 17-year-old wife, a gypsies. Xander’s grandfather changes his name to Harris and forbids his wife from teaching her children anything about her Caird heritage. Xander’s dad grows up thinking he is the son of a WWII war hero. There are notes about hypnosis done on Xander’s grandparents in order to lose their accents and believe the story they told their children. The two of them must have liked each other in the camp because there are notes about how useful that was in creating the lie.”
“So tell me about your nine parents.” Buffy asked.
“I’ll start with the ones Faith and I share. The first is an elf or spree. I quote. “ a small woodland creature that lived in the Yosemite national forest.” They took the night vision and speed from her. All my parents were female. She doesn’t have a name other than Subject 72. And was killed getting the gene material.”
“Buffy I should feel more emotion about this. The elf was harmless and was killed for some Frankenstein like plan. But I feel nothing. I’m just numb.”
“I get that way sometimes. I just go numb and slay. If I stop and feel. Well I would just never stop crying.”
They were both silent. Listening to the internal sounds of silence. Buffy then said, “Ok, next”
“Next was a Witch by the name of Catherine Putnam. Late of the Boston Putnams. Putnams were a long line of witches running from burning at the stake since 1604. She is still alive in Santa Fe. They only one still alive that I could find.”
“Number three was a scientist. A physicist that worked with Oppenheimer. She had been dead for 20 years before I was born. Oh, wait, she isn’t one I share with Faith. “
“No I can see nuclear physicist fathering Faith.” Buffy smirked.
“Number four had also died 20 years before I was born. She was an Olympic Athlete. Won a gold medal in Berlin in 1936 on the high dive. Faith got a lot more of her genetic material then I did.”
“Number five was a Feral. A kind of cat-like demon. Again Faith got a little more genetic material than I did.”
“Number six was a Spanish witch from Madrid, Carla Alverze. She had a lot of KP power. She was brought to Duke University in the 1960’s to be studied by Dr. Rhinehart who did the first real work on parapsychology in America.”
“The last three I do not share with Faith. All of them were demons. A shadowwalker, A Pixie, and an Imp. All fairly peaceful demons.”
“Oh and just for my amusement; one of Faith’s parents was a Succubae. Which explains her obsession with sex.”
“And yours with order and cleanliness. I have met a few Imp’s, they’re cleaning maids to the demon world.”
“You’re going to be wearing that butt plug for a month.” Willow said, just as patron passed by. The look on the women’s face was priceless. Buffy and Willow burst out laughing.
After a long laugh, Buffy asked seriously. “Ok, so we know stuff about you. Where does that leave us? And does it answer any more of the whys in our lives? Why the CIA? Who is watching us and why? Why keep Faith and you alive? What was the whole spell thing about? Just to break us up, again why? Who is really doing this and where did they get the money? “
“Buffy, you could list the whys forever. My big why now is, why Martha Reese led us here? Or rather who led Martha to lead us here? In Doyle’s vision, he said that Faith, Xander and I were pawns on a chess board, but the people playing were pawns as well and it was spinning out of control. Xander, Faith and I all connect not so much to Sunnydale but to the camp in German. And in all these records, all I know is that it was named Nameless. And most of the people there first went to Auschwitz.”
“So next step?”
“Tomorrow I go back to work. Friday night, if I am not chasing demons, I fly to Sante Fe and see my one living relative. Who they went to a lot of trouble to convince me was dead. “
“You’re thinking she is the “plant” in the story.”
“Oh yeah, but I have to go.”
“And me?”
“Well I think I can hack us two tickets as easily as one. I could use jail time at this point. Second, I need you to do some PI work for me. I need you to follow Martha Reese for a few days.”
“I love playing Charles Angels.”
“Good, Have you ever played leave it to Beaver?”
“No that’s a new one.”
Willow stood up and took Buffy by the hand. As she was heading out the door she said. “Well it’s like a drinking game. Every time I say Ward, you have to be hard on the Beaver.”
Chapter 16
How Soon is Now
Returning to work wasn’t as hard as Willow expected. Her co-workers were still afraid of her, but by Tuesday afternoon things were almost back to normal. Willow was sure she wouldn’t be invited to any more office parties, but she was never good at parties any way.
The only real problem was with Ellen, who wanted to ask Willow questions non-stop. Questions the witch had few answers for. Willow was still trying to find the truth herself.
Find Herself.
Wednesday was her night to cook dinner. Buffy was out working but due home any minute, so Willow was enjoying the quiet, cooking, just stirring the sauce. It was mindlessly peaceful and she was enjoying it.
The doorbell rang, disturbing the witch’s peace. “This better not be Xander.” Willow said on her way to the door. Dr. Ellen Pierce stood in the doorway, dressed casually in jeans and an old Star Con Denver tee shirt. “Ellen?”
“Dr. Rosenberg, ah, Willow. I hope I am not disturbing you, but could I come in and talk to you for a while?” Ellen almost whispered, staring at her feet.
“Why not, but I can already tell you the answer is I DON’T KNOW.” Willow left the door open and walked off to the kitchen, mumbling, “Why couldn’t it have been Xander.”
Willow returned to the stove and her stirring. She liked stirring, it was peaceful, and it helped drown out that internal scream that was saying AH!
Ellen followed Willow to the kitchen, then moved to stand next to Willow at the stove. Ellen watched Willow stir the sauce for a while silently. The silence was wearing at her nerves. Dr. Pierce had never been good with silence.
“So who is Xander? Wait, don’t answer that. Actually, I came here to say I'm sorry. I just can’t help myself sometimes; I ask questions about everything. I don’t mean to be nosey. I just, I am sorry.”
“Willow turned her face to look at the woman. More of a girl really. Ellen was sincere. Even when she was driving Willow crazy with questions there had never been any malice in them, just curiosity. Looking at her face Willow just melted.
“It’s ok, I am just not ready for questions. I really don’t know the answers yet.”
“Willow, before, at work, I thought we were kind of becoming friends. I don’t have many friends, and well I was hoping we could maybe still be friends. I will try to not ask so many questions.”
“Ellen, I need all the friends I can get. Would you like to stay for dinner? I made enough for an army. Well, Buffy eats enough for an army sometimes, but there’s plenty.”
“Really?”
Willow and Ellen talked about work and research projects. Ellen was a competent Chemist and had been analyzing spell ingredients and comparing them with modern medicine.
Buffy came home during their talk, and kissed Willow before heading for the shower. She had taken out a large nest and was covered in dust.
When she finished she changed into street clothes and returned to the kitchen for dinner.
“Buffy, do you remember Ellen Pierce from work?”
“One of the bullies and spies.”
“More of a spy than a bully, I ask to many questions.” Ellen said, smiling from ear to ear.
“Ellen, wait, Ellen, Ellen, from last night Ellen?” Buffy asked confused.
“Maybe, let’s just eat now.” Willow whispered.
The night before Willow was still agitated about returning to the office. So Buffy invented her own form of therapy for the witch. Buffy gave Willow the thick red paddle, then bent over the couch. She had Willow hit her while counting from 100 backwards. Before every strike of the paddle Willow had to name something that was frustrating her at work. Ellen had been one of the names most mentioned. By the time Willow reached 30, Buffy knew this whipping wouldn’t fade in an hour or two. Willow had become frustrated by work, Martha, Ellen’s constant questions, her non-human status, and Buffy was helping her work through it. When Willow reached zero she was closer to her old self. Buffy had made love to her on the couch after their therapy session. Tender, slow love, then she had gone on patrol.
When Buffy returned, Willow was in a restless sleep. Buffy had woken her up and they had done a second therapy session in the dark. Buffy had insisted it be in the dark. She had not wanted Willow to see the bruises had not faded from their earlier session. Willow was becoming stronger everyday. Buffy had noticed this, but had not said anything about it. Even her magic was stronger. Since the crazy spell that unleashed their inner demons, Willow had been growing stronger.
Buffy had been tortured too many times in her life to count. The Slayer had been hit thousands of times by strong demons and vampires. So the Slayer could gauge a punch. Willow was still in the human range of strong, but she was not in the 'I am a little woman' range of strong. At times when Willow had spanked her over the Frank's grave, she had actually lifted the Slayer off the ground with her swings. It normally took a large or very strong man to do that to the Slayer. It was one of the reasons Buffy liked Willow taking her in the cemetery over the past few weeks.
And Buffy did love it when they played. Even now, as Buffy remembered the hard spanks she had taken with Ellen’s name on them, her sore bottom tingled and Buffy longed for Willow to stroke it with her hand or paddle. Buffy had become addicted to being spanked. She could not make it an hour without thinking about Willow. It made her slaying go faster. Well, slaying always made her horny, so directing it to finishing up to make love to Willow just gave her a reason to fight harder, longer and stronger.
After the shaky start dinner had gone well. Ellen was a very lonely person and really just wanted friends. Buffy had started liking her in spite of, or maybe because of her sore bottom. After Ellen left, Buffy said, “ We have got to introduce her to Kir.”
“Buffy, I think she is straight.”
“So? She is lonely and likes Dr. Who. Sound like anyone we know?”
“Kir, I guess they could do the cons together.”
“Yeah, Kir loves the whole not having to wear a costume thing, Ellen would go crazy with her.” Willow and Buffy were laughing and holding hands. They did that a lot.
“So, do you want to play Dr. Freud on the couch? I’ll get the paddle.”
“You are really weird, you know that, right?” Willow said, trying to look stern but failing.
“I am getting the paddle.”
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Friday night and they both had headaches. Just getting tickets and boarding passes for the airplane had been trying. They both were thinking the same thing. Will this trip to Santa Fe be worth it or were the files nothing but a lie. Willow did have a fear of her own. What do you say to a biological parent who may not know you exist?
Then there had been the two CIA agents at the airport. Willow recognized them immediately. Buffy had handled them beautifully. She had grabbed Willow and walked right up to the two men. Willow had to force herself not to laugh as the two men tried to hide. Then Buffy said, “Hey, you work with my wife, right?”
They both continued to fidget and stare at the ceiling. “So what is the CIA doing hanging at the airport? Anything you need some help with? Somebody you want me or my wife to slam into the wall, or whatever? Yeah, Wills here is a really powerful witch. She can pick a bad guy off the ground and throw him into a wall from across the room. But mostly she leaves killing the bad guys to me. Yeah, I can put a stake through a bad guy’s heart from 50 feet away. Always keep a stake on me, so you need any help?” Buffy had said most of this with a smile and baiting her eyelashes.
The speech had been funny, but its message was clear. The sunglasses and trench coat wearing men were in over their heads. If the Slayer or witch wanted to kill them, even from across the tarmac, the two men would be dead. Even without Buffy’s keen slayer hearing, Willow heard the order for the two men to retreat, over their headsets on the back of their glasses.
The Slayer and witch with headaches had put away their carry on luggage and taken their seats. Once the plane was in the air, Buffy realized something she had not thought about. All week she had played Dr. Freud over the couch with Willow to relieve the witch's tension. Every single day of the week Willow had given her at least 100 strokes across her bottom. On Tuesday night she had had two sessions, so the Slayer had received 200 spanks across her ass. Even tonight before they left the house they had played the game. The Slayer had loved every minute of it, and the sex after the sessions was fantastic. Only now she was going to have to sit for two hours in an airplane seat, buckled to the chair with a bruised and reddened butt, next to the woman she loved. Her bottom still stung from earlier that night, and the pressure from take off had sent her mind right to her ass. The Slayer looked at Willow and grew wet.
After twenty minutes in the sky, Buffy was sure the wet spot was showing through her skirt. She was so very wet, her bottom ached, and all she wanted was to place her face between Willow's legs. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. So the sex-crazed Slayer unbuckled her seat belt, and grabbed one of their carry-on bags. She bent down, unbuckled Willow and practically carried her up the aisle. Thankfully, they were in the back, and the late night flight was not that crowded.
Buffy shoved Willow into one of the bathrooms, followed her in, and snapped the occupied sign down. She then picked Willow up and pushed her back on the counter. The Slayer was fast and she used her speed. She had the redhead’s dress pushed up and her panties moved to the side, in seconds. The first thing Willow realized before she could protest was that the Slayer was sucking her clit hard. The sheer brutality with which her lover had dragged her up the aisle had started wetness to flow between the witch’s legs. Buffy was shoving three fingers into her, ripping the crotch out of her panties to make room for her hands. Willow simply moved her hips up and her legs apart in the small room. Buffy was rough, not even kissing her, just pumping into her as she tortured her clit. Sucking and licking the tender piece of flesh. Buffy somehow managed to force all of her small hand into the redhead, pumping her hard, almost to the point were it hurt.
Willow felt alive, on fire, the absolute power in the Slayer was turning her on. She began to have small orgasm, but she didn’t want Buffy to stop, so the witch was holding back. It took all her will but she held back the orgasm. Riding the power of Buffy’s trust. The force of her clit being sucked by the Slayer.
Then Willow knew she couldn’t hold back and she somehow managed to loosen the Slayer's lips from her tender flesh. The witch pulled the Slayer to her, tasting herself on the blonde’s lips. Buffy still had her whole hand slamming in and out of the witch. Willow pulled Buffy tightly to her and came, moaning into the Slayer. Shaking the whole of her body as the Slayer held her firmly. Somewhere in the shaking Willow realized Buffy too was shaking and had joined her on the dive into bliss.
They clung together, holding each other for what seemed like a lifetime. The plane hit a pocket of turbulence that only made them cling tighter. Then Buffy carefully pulled her hand out of Willow, smiling as the witch moaned.
“Ok, that was fun, but what brought on the CaveSlayer attack? Not that I minded.”
“Yeah, I could see that was you minding- not! “
“So what brought this on?”
“Couldn’t sit still.” Buffy smiled.
Willow thought about it and was still puzzled. “Need more input?”
“A little to much therapy, which led to remembering said therapy when buckled to seat, which in turn led to horny Slayer.” Buffy said, blushing.
“Sorry” Willow said, a little ashamed.
“I said it made me horny, Willow, horny is not a sorry thing.”
“Oh”
“Oh is right.”
“Still horny?” Willow asked with a devilish grin. Pam was right. They really didn’t think about anything else anymore.
“Let me see, I guess we could return to our seats and eat bad airline food. I would be sitting on my bottom, and well, God yes Willow, I am horny.” Buffy couldn’t even finish her thought the wetness between her legs taking over her mind.
“Trade places with me then.”
“Ok, but first let's get something out of the bag.”
“Like what?” Willow said, wondering what Buffy had brought on the trip.
Buffy pulled out her favorite belt and a butt plug.
“You have become addicted to those plugs.” Willow was really worried. Buffy really was becoming addicted. She begged Willow to use them all the time.
“Yes, well, it’s better than drugs.” Buffy said, as she wiggled out of her underwear. “Please put it in.”
“I will have to wet it first.” Buffy grabbed Willow's hand and pushed it under her skirt, and between her legs. The Slayer was beyond drenched. Willow could now see the wet stains on her dark skirt. Buffy was clearly aroused. [The problems one is forced to solve in life.] Willow thought.
Buffy was already rubbing both Willow's hand and the plug through her wetness. Willow turned the Slayer around facing the mirror. The fit was tight in the bathroom. Moving the skirt out of the way, Willow roughly shoved the plug into the Slayer. Buffy moaned and Willow guessed she also came. Willow then picked up the belt, hoping the fan would drown out the noise it made.
“How many?” Willow asked as she snapped the belt across the slayer's bottom.
“I would say forever, or at least a hundred, but you better make it 20”
Willow gave her twenty-five. The Slayer moaned and twitched in ecstasy. Every time Willow hit the plug the Slayer’s moans were deepened. Buffy really enjoyed this kind of abuse.
After the spanking Willow turned Buffy around, pushing back her skirt and forcing her to sit on her bottom, on the plug. Willow snapped the belt against the Slayer's clit before putting it away. Buffy bit her lip to avoid crying out in pleasure. Willow stood between the Slayer's legs and kissed her hard, invading her mouth with her tongue. The kiss was hard and meant to conquer. She kept the kiss up while resting her hand against the Slayer’s sex. Feeling the wetness in her damp curls. When she was sure the Slayer was only thinking of the kiss, Willow inserted first two fingers then a third. Pumping, she shoved in her whole hand.
It had worked; the Slayer was caught off guard. So off guard, her body was racked in orgasm. Willow loved the feel of Buffy contracting around her fist. Willow didn’t stop, though. She pumped the Slayer hard, swallowing her moans of joy as she came. Willow brought the Slayer to two more earthshaking events. When she pulled out the Slayer was crying. Not tears of sorrow or pain but tears of pure joy. Soon after this the stewardess knocked on the door and asked them to return to their seats.
Willow blushed when she heard the two stewardesses talking to each other.
“Dykes, can’t they do that at home?”
“Gloria, you're just jealous.”
“Maybe.”
Willow had left the plug in Buffy. Not that she could have gotten the Slayer to take it out. They buckled up and rode the rest of the trip in silence with great big smiles on their faces.
When the plane bounced on landing, Willow noticed Buffy’s eyes roll back a little and her body shake. Their hotel room could not be close enough. Willow still had a lot of work to do with Buffy, and the thought made her very happy.
End Part 8
Continued in Part 9