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Buffy looked at the small red and grey object with terror. It should definitely be counted as a small but dangerous object. How could people have created such a device? Didn’t they understand the damage that this kind of weapon could cause? If someone besides the person it was meant for managed to take possession of it…

Buffy shivered, looked around and dropped the Layaspot in her previously empty hand basket. Perhaps if she hid the small toy from Spike he would never know that she purchased it. If he ever got a hold of it, well, she didn’t think she could recover from the delicious things he might think of to do. Honestly, could they have created a better shape?

Biting back a moan at her thoughts and shifted uncomfortably. Just looking at the pretty multi functional vibrator was making her wet. She could envision the torture that Spike would create with it… running it over her most sensitive spots, turning the speed up then down. She knew he would start with her clit. He would turn the vibe on its lowest setting and place it on her, letting it sit in place stimulating her ever so gently. Then he would turn it up higher, one setting at a time. Letting the vibrations work her up slowly until she feels like she is dying from the stimulation. He would forbid her from touching herself. Not allowing her to release the tension it would keep building until she thought she might explode, he would allow her to get so wet, so needy that only a touch would send her crashing into orgasm and then he would remove the toy from her clit and slowly carass other parts of her with it. The vibrations that rumble against her nipples would make them peak, and against her ass would make them her groan with passion and grow even wetter.

However, they both knew he would just be teasing her, letting her calm down slightly before tormenting her swollen clit even further. He would torment her for hours, driving her crazy with the vibrations, the gentle insistent massaging… not enough to allow her the release she would seek, but more then enough to keep her on edge. She would be begging him to finish her, to take her, to release her from this torment. He would enjoy his mastery over her. Finally he would decide to take pity on her, to give her the friction, the touch, the fast and furious fuck she would desire. He would reposition the vibe so that it would stimulate her without blocking his access. His cock would slam into her, and finally she would reach her crescendo, exploding, screaming and finally drained of energy he would claim her again.

Yes this would be a deadly and effective weapon against her. Perhaps if she accidentally left it on the bathroom counter …

Anya’s voice cut through Buffy’s musings as she watched the former demon cross the store with an overflowing basket of goodies. Buffy giggled slightly and tried to look sympathetically at her friend. When other girls broke up there was normally crying, ice cream, a ton of chocolate. She didn’t know why she had expected the same out of Anya. The first break up Anya had ever experienced had sent her back into the vengeance fold. This one instead had sent her into a subdued depression for two days and then she had determinedly dragged Buffy into “The Toybox,” an upscale adult novelty store that catered specifically to women’s needs.

Other people dealt with pain by chocolate… Anya by avoidance, shopping and orgasms.

Before Buffy could stop her, Anya grabbed the lone item in Buffy’s basket and began to inspect the outside packaging.

“This is an excellent choice Buffy! I wonder if they have one for me. I will get a different color of course. Do they have one in green? “

Buffy looked at Anya’s overflowing basket of toys and cocked one eyebrow at the girl.

“What? You have Spike to satisfy all of your carnal needs.” Anya’s eyes grew bright and it looked like she was trying to refrain from crying. “I still don’t know why Faith broke up with me – I thought we were doing fine, and while going for rebound relationship would make some people happy, I hardly have the time. Do you know how much work it is to run the Magic Shop, attend high school, and balance everyone’s checkbooks not to mention their investments? Besides having orgasms with someone new never works out. First there are orgasms, then tears, then behold the vengeance plea because someone always gets hurt.”

Anya looked like she was going to say more, but then she turned to the nearby shelf and muttered, “nope no green, well pink will work I guess.” Throwing the small vibrator into the basket she headed towards the front counter.

“Let’s go Buffy - I want to try this new rabbit. It promises hours and hours of satisfaction.”

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Spike sat in the back of the magic box flipping through catalogues. He didn’t know how he managed to get talked into helping to watch the store while Buffy and Anya were out shopping.

It was a devious plan, first demon-bird dropped a few hints about how she wanted to go shopping, how money couldn’t keep her warm at night, how it wasn’t fair that he got to be happy while she was suffering, a sniffle, and the next thing he knows he had been volunteered to help Giles with opening weekend, while the girls shop and Faith avoided the entire gang. He would have thought nothing would have stopped Anya from racking up the sales.

“SPIKE!”

Spike sighed and got up to see what the Watcher wanted, “Yeah”

“Please actually pay attention to the store while I am interviewing this young lady.”

Giles turned and nodded for the young woman to Lorraine, we need a competent day shift to manage the store from 10 to 4 everyday while Ms. Jenkins and I are at Sunnydale High. Should you obtain this position would you be able to begin Monday?”

Spike propped himself up on the counter. You would have thought that the Watcher would have remembered that the store was a bloody present. The point of a present is to get out of things such as shop-sitting. ‘Can’t they just blow the school up already?’

Groaning as the door chimed yet again, Spike turned slightly to get a better view of the next annoying customer and froze in shock.

It was a living, breathing Harmony. The world narrowed as he heard her laugh and her annoying voice screeched out “Blondie Bear!” As he desperately looked for a place to hide from the oncoming visitor, when another annoying, but highly familiar voice cut through the air, “Don’t worry Honey Pot, we will be in and out of the store before you know it. I just need to check in with the gang to make sure they don’t need my help with patrol.

Spike watched flabbergasted as Harmony continued into the store draped all over Andrew. She cooed as he pranced around the store, picking up supplies. After five minutes of being stared at, Andrew finally made it to the counter, “Greetings my undead friend. I have come to ensure the safety of all mankind from those unsouled vampires who torment us so. Are my services needed tonight in the quest against evil?”

Spike stared at Andrew and finally shook his head once.

“Wonderful, then we will be off to make our battleplans for the upcoming graduation massacre. It is up to us to prevent this terrible future. But never fear, I shall save the day once again.”

With a flourish of his hand, Andrew twirled and walked out of the store. Spike waited until he could not hear Harmony any longer and then broke down into laughter.

Another figure emerged from the training room – Faith had finally surfaced,

“If you think that is bad try staying in the guest room at his house. Half a night of “Oh Blondie Bear” and “Honey Pot”.

“You know slayer, you could always come back home. It is your home as much as Anya’s or ours.”

“It’s 5 by 5 Spike. I like it there, cept’ the whole Andrew bit.”

Anything further was interrupted by the emergence of Giles. “We will call you with our decision Lorraine; thank you very much”

As the woman walked out of the door, Giles turned to Faith, “You start Monday and don’t bother to argue with me, as a Slayer you are meant to fight evil and protect mankind. That woman was evil incarnate and who knows if she might come back.”

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Buffy rearranged the bedroom for the fifth time. She wanted the room to look perfect when Spike came home if she wanted the game to play out right. She had put new batteries in the vibrator and carelessly left it in a drawer that was slightly open. It looked just right, like she was contemplating using it before he came home, but as if she hid it quickly so he wouldn’t find it. Her clothes were strung over the room, like she couldn’t wait to get naked. Each article was placed strategically throughout the room, so that he could imagine her undressing enough to touch herself, to play with herself; to bring herself to the brink over and over.

The hardest part of this scenario would be to compensate for the vampire’s senses. She wanted him to get hard by imagining her masturbating. She wanted him to think of her touching herself, pleasuring herself, and trying to restrain himself from taking her. She wanted to tease and to torment, and only then when he couldn’t take anymore she wanted him to pounce on her, to take his mate and “punish” her for starting without him, by teasing and tormenting her for hours. It would become a battle of wills, would he be able to draw out her torture and bring her to the brink over and over without letting her come, or would she be able to prevail and make him lose all semblance of control, ravishing her until they both collapsed sated. Either scenario would be delicious and would last well into the night.

Buffy heard a car door slam shut and sprung into action. Quickly thanking whoever had the common sense to install a bathroom into their remodeled basement bedroom she ran in and slammed the door shut. Already naked, she turned on the shower and hopped in, moaning as the heated water slid over her body.

The only way this game was going to play out how she wanted it to, would be to overload the vamp’s senses with her own desire. The scent of her arousal would taunt the vampire into taking her, especially if he thought she had already been playing with herself for hours.

Buffy moaned as she slipped her fingers into her wetness. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Between the fantasy at The Toybox and the preparations for Spike coming home, she was already soaked. She could barely think of anything other then Spike taking her; Spike slamming his cock into her, filling her completely. Toys were nice, but nothing could compare to how he completely filled her, how his movements would bring exquisite pleasure and make her arch and demand more.

A soft chuckle made Buffy’s eyes fly open. The vampire had already snuck into the bathroom and discovered her new toy.

Moaning she closed her eyes again. She could feel him watching; feel his eyes on her as she pleasured herself. Felt his stare as she thrust into her pussy over and over again. The movements coming quicker and she got closer and closer to the brink.

And then she felt a cool hand grab her hands. Eyes flying open she watched as the now naked vamp held her hands over her head pushing her back against the shower wall. A low buzz filled the air as he pressed the pretty new toy against her clit.

“Miss me Luv?”