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Chapter Four


“Hello, Ripper,” he purred smirking as he greeted his estranged associate, well in his eyes anyway. Never really bought the git being “reformed” and all that rot.

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“Willow, what are you doing? Never mind come on, we have to get you to Buffy’s house.”

Angel reached out to grab the girl by the arm. But Willow would have none of that, ripping her hand back Angel stumbled turning to glare back at her.

“Naughty puppy. Must teach you a lesson.”

She took her whip lashing him once over the hand. Angel pulled his hand back protectively towards his chest, eyes wide in surprise as his demon howled it’s protest. It demanded to be let loose, to teach this wisp of a girl some manners.

“Ay, I wunna be doin da if I be ye, young one.” He hoped if she heard his Irish lisp she’d back off, fearful of the unknown.

“You will learn to address me correctly, Angel” She said bringing the whip across his face, catching him off guard, she kicked her foot out clipping him across the chin. Angel spun back into a brick wall behind him.

Acting swiftly Willow secured his hands behind his back with her magically enforced handcuffs, then applied a leather collar around his neck.

Attaching a leash, she stood bringing him up with her. Angel lashed out trying to get away, now more Angelus, but he struggled to control himself.

“The name is Lady Red, if you do not address me as such you will be punished. Am I understood?” She ground out piercing him with her dark green eyes.

“Willow you’re….”

“CRACK”, “Oooh! this is going to be so much fun, breaking you. Naughty puppy, ruff!”

Lady Red pulled her slave back into the night.

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“What? No hug? Aren’t you pleased to see your old mate, Rupert?”

He mock pouted walking further into the room.

“I’m just surprised I didn’t guess it was you. This Halloween stunt stinks of Ethan Rayne.”

“Yes, it does, doesn’t it? Don’t wish to blow my own trumpet, but it was pure genius. The very embodiment of ‘be careful what you wish for’.”

“It’s sick, brutal, and it harms the innocent.” Giles spat through clenched teeth.

“Oh, and we all know that you are the champion of innocents and all things pure and good, Rupert. It’s quite a little act you’ve got going here, old man.”

The sarcasm was dripping in his voice as he exchanged an icy glare with the Watcher.

“It’s no act. It’s who I am,” Giles replied back.


“Who are you? The Watcher, sniveling, tweed-clad guardian of the Slayer and her kin? I think not. I know who you are, Rupert, and I know what you ‘re capable of. “ He paused a moment to let his words sink in, “But they don’t, do they? They have no idea where you come from.”


Calmly Giles reproached his nemesis, “Break the spell, Ethan. Then leave this place and never come back.”

Raising an eyebrow and placing his finger to his mouth, Ethan slowly walked the room for a moment, pondering the statement, then turned back to face Giles.

“Why should I? What’s in the bargain for me?”

“You get to live,” was Giles’ reply through gritted teeth.

Launching himself at the demon worshiper. Giles’ fist collided with Ethan’s stomach, sending the other man doubling over in pain. Bringing his fist back up; Giles clocked him with a right hook to the jaw.

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Angel was laying on his bed, spread eagle, his hands chained to the top bedposts with his ankles the same at the bottom of the bed. His chest was covered with small red welts, as rivulets of blood trickled down his sides. Willow leaned over tracing her tongue over them, collecting the red liquid.

Eyes rolling back, Angel’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “Oh god.”

“Shhhhh, no permission given to speak, yet.” She glanced down at the throbbing, angry cock restrained in the cock ring she found in Angel’s chest of toys.

Inching down his body until her nose was mere inches from the head of Angel’s dick. She darted her tongue out, tracing its tip, collecting the pre-cum that pooled there.

Leaning back on her heels, Willow reached over the side of the bed retrieving a rabbit fur tickler. She looked at it, thinking what a cute flogger it was, soft and sweet. Nobody would ever think of using such precious fur in such a manner.

Taking Angel’s erect, throbbing cock into her hand, she brought the flogger down. Getting him ready for his final test. Angel withered underneath the redhead from the pleasure she was inflicting upon him.

Content Willow discarded the rabbit flogger, trading it in for a more efficient tool. Flogger in hand, Lady Red rained down onto her willing partner’s manhood.

Angel wheezed out his pain/pleasure as his hips shot up from the force. Willow brought the leather flogger down again and again, drawing blood.

“Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, who am I?” She asked stopping her movements.

Swallowing hard Angel replied, “Lady Red.”

A smirk etched its way onto her lips as she tilted her head to his correct answer.

“And who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, and only you, Lady Red.”

Oh this was wonderful, she had broken Angel. Willow’s heart sang for joy, the dominance, the power she wielded . The reactions he was causing pulsed deep within her, yeah this was great.

Reaching down she removed the genital restraint, and tossed it over her shoulder. “I think puppy deserves a reward, don’t you.”

“Permission to speak Lady Red?”

“Yes, you may.”

“May I be released Lady Red?”

Smiling Willow leaned forward releasing the key to the chains from between her breast. Unchaining his wrists first, then she moved to unchain Angel’s ankles.

Rubbing his irritated skin Angel kept his eyes downcast. As if reading his own question Willow smirked.

“You have my permission to ravish me now.”

Angel didn’t need anymore of an invitation as he eagerly complied with his Mistress’ wishes. It had been so long since he’d been dominated, his demon was about to purr, in a world of pure bliss. And Angel was so far gone into the feelings and emotions; he forgot he was dealing with non-Willow, Willow.

Spreading her thighs Willow beckoned Angel inside. He laid between her, soaking in her warmth, smelling her heady arousal as he pushed inside.

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Spike stopped in his tracks holding his hand up to stop his monsters as well.

“She’s coming, take cover. Want to get her by surprise.”

Slipping into the shadows of the ally, Spike eyed the blonde walking out of the club with some doofus in tow.

He watched as the Slayer attacked the boy with her mouth and body. He was surprised by her actions, from watching her on those tapes. He’d never seen her act in such manner; it was surprisingly erotic to him, as his lower region agreed.

But what really blew his mind was Buffy’s demon emerge to the forefront, draining the boy then discarding him like the trash he was.

But she was still the Slayer, and Spike was on a mission to kill. With a surge of speed only possessed by vampires, he was on her.

Spike’s fist collided with her jaw. Head snapping to the side Buffy cupped her wound, glaring at the fool who made it.

“What’s the matter Slayer, cat’s got your tongue?”

Buffy senses screamed at her that this vampire was one not to be messed with. He radiated power, and dominance; her demon shouted, “Master”.

“Why does everyone insist on calling me Slayer? I’m not this Slayer. I’m a vampire.” She announced shifting into game face, eyes glowing with delight.

“My, my, my, what do we have here? Who’s your sire sla… Buffy?”

“I-I don’t know. I guess I don’t have one. When I was out hunting earlier I ran into the soul-ed one. At first I though he was my sire. But he is not worthy, you know with the whole soul thing. So not of the good.”


“Oh, tall dark and forehead-some, yeah that poof isn’t good for a lot of things. Just taking up room in this world, and adding further damage to the ozone layer with his hairspray.”

This was priceless; here was the slayer, as a vampire, with no memories of who or what she was. Spike was practically dancing on air, but his demon no longer wanted to kill her, it wanted her in other ways. Advancing towards her he scooped her in his arms backing her up against the wall.

“Let’s have some fun,” Spike purred into her ear. Buffy shivered in anticipation.

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