-beyond insanity-

 

Authors: Evil Willow (evlwillow77@aol.com)

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Willow/Xander, Willow/Puppy, Puppy/Cordelia, Xander/Angelus, Xander/Angelus/Willow

Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss runs the show, even if he doesn't do it well. No copyright infringement intended, blah, blah, blah...

Distribution: Ask.

Summary: The Wish

Author's notes: Alternating Xander and Puppy POV

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Part One

 

"Bored now." 

 

 

I look up at the sound of her voice and wince at the smile she gives me. Gods,

I'd hoped that she'd had enough for a few days, after yesterday. She made me

bleed for a good eight hours, and by the end of the day I was screaming in agony

and crying on top of that. I didn't use a lot of words, though, as I begged for

mercy. I haven't spoken very much at all in the past few years. Not me, I only

remember a few words. Yes, Mistress; Yes Master; Please; Stop; have mercy on me;

I'm hungry. Those are the only words I remember...at least that's what they

think. They believe they've won; they've broken me, made me insane. That's fine

with me, because as long as they think I'm insane they don't try anymore to

*make* me insane. 

 

 

But I'm not insane. I'm not.  

 

 

I don't remember who I was, but I know I used to be important. I must have been,

or they wouldn't have gone to all of the trouble of breaking me. I lie here,

during the moments that I'm alone, and try to remember what my real name was.

But it always eludes me. Just as the reason I first came to this place also

eludes me. But I'll remember, soon. It'll come back to me. In the meantime, I'll

hold on to my sanity in secret while I continue to act like their "puppy." It's

not like I have a choice in the matter, anyway. 

 

 

I huddle into the corner, hoping against hope that she will go away. I never get

what I wish for, though. I haven't, for a very long time. I finally open my eyes

and see her standing there, in a very tight black leather top and pants. She's

also wearing knee-high black leather boots. I know those boots well. They have

steel toes, which have probably broken every bone in my body at least once. Her

red hair is hanging loose and I can't help being a little attracted to her.

Okay, a lot attracted to her. She's an exotic beauty, and to top it off: she's

pure evil. She's the kind of vampiress I think I would've wanted as a mate, once

upon a time.  

 

 

Even now, after everything she's done to me, she can still make me feel

something other than fear and loathing. It's sick, but it's pure, animal lust.

It's not as strong as the fear, though, because I know all too well what she

does when she's bored. She comes to play with her puppy. Lucky me.

Her back is to me as she contemplates the torture implements hanging on the wall

across from my cage. That means she really is bored today. Too bored to just

fuck me, expecting me to make her come until she passes out. I prefer those

days, of course, to the alternative. The alternative is when she tortures me,

making me scream and writhe in pain, and *then* fucks me, expecting me to make

her come repeatedly until she passes out.  

 

 

"Daytime's the worst," She sighs. "Cooped up for hours. Can't hunt..." She turns

back to me and I see the pair of iron shears in her hand. Shit, I haven't even

healed yet from yesterday! I stifle a whimper and turn away, toward the wall.

What the hell did I do to deserve this? I wish I could remember. 

 

 

"But the Master said I could play," she adds. I try to get closer to the wall.

Maybe if I'm really, really, still, she won't be able to see me. I hear the

clink of metal on metal and I grit my teeth to keep from screaming. "Won't that

be fun, Puppy?" she asks and I hear the door of my cage swing open.  

 

 

"Aw... Puppy's being all quiet," she coos, and I flinch when I realize she's

inches away. "Come on. Don't be a spoilsport," she says. I feel her straddle me,

sitting on my back. I can't help crying out; my back is still sore from the

whipping she gave me yesterday. But then again, there isn't an inch of me that's

*not* sore from yesterday.  

 

 

She grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back. I whimper when her fingernails

dig into my scalp. She leans down and her lips graze my ear as she says, "Guess

what today is?" Meanwhile the sharp tips of the shears are at my throat and she

drags them down to create a shallow cut. Just a little blood loss, nothing too

bad. "Today the plant opens. It's a big party," she says before she licks along

the rim of my ear to my forehead. She likes to lick me. She said once that I

taste like fear and she likes that taste. 

 

 

"You remember, I told you about the plant?" she continues. "All those people you

tried to save? It's gonna be quick for them. Not for you, though. It's gonna be

slow for you." People? What people??? I can't remember any people! And then the

rest of what she just said sinks in. Now I know for certain this is going to be

another very long, very painful day for me. 

 

 

She grabs me by the arm and flips me onto my back. I groan when she straddles my

stomach. It's still bleeding. I haven't been fed in two days and I can't heal if

they won't feed me. I open my mouth to tell her I'm hungry but then I see him

behind her. Shit. He has the matches. WHY does he like matches so much??  

 

 

************

I walk in and she's already started. Damn, I hate it when I miss one second of

my beautiful mate torturing Angelus.  

 

 

She smiles and says, "That's right, Puppy... Willow's gonna make you bark."  

 

 

He yells when she rips his shirt open and drags her sharp nails across his

torso. There are still so many open, bleeding cuts on his chest. Probably from

yesterday. She digs her fingernails deeper into one of the cuts and I am amazed

when he keeps himself from screaming. 

 

 

"Oh... Maybe I went too hard on you last time," she says, but the light tone in

her voice makes it clear she doesn't really mean it.  

 

 

Time for me to join in on the fun. I wait until he and I make eye contact. Then

I light a match and drop it to his chest. He screams. Gods, I love it when he

screams. "Too hard? No such thing," I say to Willow, with a grin. 

 

 

"Watch it with those things. You almost got my hair," she growls, turning her

head to look at me. 

 

 

"Sorry. Got carried away," I reply with a shrug and toss her the box of matches.

 

 

 

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"Don't you want to?" she asks him. Please say no. Please say no. I don't like it

when *he* plays.  

 

 

"No, thanks, Baby," he replies and I stifle my sigh of relief. "I just wanna

watch you go," he adds. 

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She looks back at Angelus and lights another match. I see his jaw clench as he

tries to brace himself for the pain, but she varies her method this time. She

lowers the match until the flame just barely touches one of the newly reopened

wounds to his chest. She holds it there while he writhes in pain.  

 

 

Finally he lets out another scream. I laugh.  

 

 

 

 

*************

Part Two 

 

 

Willow has a really long attention span, when it comes to torture. She's been

playing happily for about four hours now. Angelus just takes whatever she dishes

out, whimpering and whining like a dog. That's why she named him "Puppy."  

 

 

She carves her name deep into his stomach laps up the blood, as he screams from

the pain. Shit, I am so hard. I wouldn't miss watching her dominate Angelus for

anything. Even watching her fuck him turns me on, even though I hate him with

everything that I am.  

 

 

She stands and unbuttons her leather top, but her back is to me. I guess she's

aroused enough to need some relief. I first caught the scent of her arousal a

good hour ago. Like I said, she has a long attention span for torture and not

many things can distract her. Not even her need to get off. I wish she'd turn

around, so I can see her. It's not fair that *he* gets to look at her beautiful,

perfect body and I don't.  

 

 

"Xander," she calls and I smile. I walk over to stand behind her, reaching

around to cup her breasts in my hands. "Mmmm," she moans, rubbing her ass

against my crotch. "I can't decide who I want inside me," she says. She tilts

her head to the side and I attack her mouth with mine. Gods, Willow, you drive

me insane with lust. My beautiful, evil goddess.  

 

 

She whimpers into my mouth when my hand slips under her pants and finds her wet

curls. When I push three fingers inside her, she tears her mouth away and makes

this mewling sound. Fuck. I am just about to come right now. These noises she

makes drive me absolutely crazy. 

 

 

"Xander!" We hear from upstairs. 

 

 

"No," she whimpers when I pull away.  

 

 

"Sorry, Babe," I say with a shrug. I lick her juices off my fingers and add,

"I'm being summoned, so we'll have to finish this later." She pouts and I smile,

"You know that would work, Will, if it was anyone other than the Master who

wanted my immediate presence." 

 

 

She sighs, "Frustrated, now." 

 

 

"I know the feeling," I reply and kiss her deeply. "Later," I promise and then

leave the cage. I walk upstairs to find out what the Master needs. 

 

 

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Part Three 

 

 

Willow turns back to me and says, "Strip, now."  

 

 

Even though it hurts like hell to move, I obey. My shirt was discarded long ago,

so she could cut up my back as well as my stomach and chest today. I get to my

feet and shove my slacks down and off my legs. I don't wear boxers, anymore. I

stand there, naked, and wait for her to tell me what she wants.  

 

 

She smiles, "Such a pretty Puppy," she says appreciatively, as her eyes roam

over my body. I'm already erect, and I hate it. I actually get aroused when she

hurts me.  

 

 

"Undress me," she orders. I walk over to her and kneel, lifting her left foot

and then her right, pulling the boots off. Then I unfasten her leather pants,

and pull them down her legs, helping her step out of them. Last are her panties,

red silk. I pull them down and off. 

 

 

I stay on my knees and look up at her. She is incredibly beautiful. Even though

my body is screaming from pain, I can never resist her. There's just something

about her that's got me... almost addicted.  

 

 

She pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips again, rubbing her cunt against

my cock. I whimper and she giggles. "Good Puppy," she says and scratches her

nails down my stomach. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. I shut my eyes for

just a second and shout when she impales herself on my cock. Shit. That hurts,

but it also feels ... so ... good. 

 

 

She growls and begins riding me, hard. I let her set her own pace, because it

always feels just perfect to me. I move my hands to her breasts, squeezing them

and pinching the nipples. I smile when she whimpers. "Want to come now," she

gasps. I never ignore her demands. I move my hand to where our bodies are

joined. My thumb finds her clit and she moans, rubbing against it as she

continues to slam herself down on me. After a few more minutes she screams and

climaxes. Her muscles contract around my cock as she comes, which sends me over

the edge too.

 

She collapses on top of me and I wince. But I wouldn't even think of shoving her

off me, even though the thought of doing so makes me smile. No, I'm her obedient

puppy, so I'll let her use me and abuse me. For now, anyway.  

 

 

She stirs and I understand she's not satisfied yet. She sits up and lets my cock

slide out of her as she crawls up my body. She straddles my head, her cunt just

above my face. I lick between her outer lips, but avoid her clit for the moment.

She whimpers and I grin. I repeat my earlier actions, my hands moving to her ass

to help support her weight. She moans and whimpers, trying to move my head to

her clit. I pull it away and continue to lick her, bringing her closer and

closer to her orgasm. After several minutes of this, I close my lips around her

clit and suck gently. She moans loudly and her body begins to tremble. She's

right on the edge. I thrust two fingers into her cunt and she cries out, "YES!"

She's so close, I can tell. But I don't make her come, yet. I move my mouth away

from her clit and just watch as I fuck her with my fingers.  

 

 

I smile as I watch her face. Her eyes are glazed over and she's panting for

breath. And this is the only time I ever feel in control. She actually lets me

torture her like this, because she knows from experience that the intensity of

the orgasms I give her make her earlier frustration worth it.  

 

 

I wonder sometimes if maybe her mate doesn't make her feel this and that's why

she keeps returning to me. I don't know. All I know is that I love how she

tastes and how she looks when we do this. I love the moment when she finally

begs me.  

 

 

"PLEASE!"  

 

 

There it is. I grin, pleased with myself, and seek out her g-spot with my

fingers. I dig my fingernails into it, at the same moment that I bite down on

her clit. She moans as she comes, and I lap up her juices. My fingers stay busy

inside her, as she rides out her orgasm. She whimpers as she returns to reality,

but I don't let up on her yet. I insert another finger into her as I suckle her

clit again. I also start humming and that does it. "SHHIIIIIT!" She screams. 

 

 

I smile and continue my assault on her. She pants for breath she doesn't need

and I lower her down so she's sitting on my face. One of the advantages of not

needing to breathe. My free hand moves to her back and then down the crack of

her ass. She whimpers when I trace one finger lightly around her puckered hole.

I wait until she's close to orgasm again and then push one finger inside her

ass. She screams and I continue to drive my fingers inside her, bringing her

back in record time to another climax. "OHFUCKYESSSS!" She screams, and braces

her hands on the floor on either side of my head as she tries not to pass out.  

 

 

 

I withdraw my fingers from her after I've brought her down more gently this

time. She crawls off me, still panting. Apparently I've served my purpose for

today. She sits there for a minute before she tries to get to her feet. She sits

back down when she discovers her legs won't support her. "Puppy," she pouts over

at me. She doesn't need to finish. I'm familiar with this ritual. I get to my

feet and help her to hers. When I'm sure she can stand on her own, I help her

get dressed again. 

 

 

Then she turns and walks out of the cage without another word.  

 

 

I pull my pants back on and sit against the wall. I know I'm safe for a few

hours. I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. 

 

 

***************

Part Four 

 

 

Willow comes to bed but she's too exhausted and sore to even let me *touch* her.

And the others wonder why I hate Angelus so much? It's because of this. She is

so obsessed with him. She was supposed to be my mate, but she spends more time

having sex with him than with me, lately. I've noticed that he gets off on the

pain when she tortures him, too, which makes my mood even less of the good.  

 

 

But I don't say a word to her about him, as she curls up against me. I never do.

I just hold her until she drifts off to sleep. Then I get out of bed, careful

not to wake her, and walk downstairs. Time for Puppy and I to have a little

talk.  

 

 

He's leaning against the wall, asleep. Let's just fix that, then. I unlock the

door of his cage and his eyes snap open. "Yeah, I thought you were faking," I

sneer as I walk inside and shut the door behind me.  

 

 

He eyes me, warily, so I at least know he's paying attention. "I don't think I

like how satisfied Will is when she leaves you," I continue. 

 

 

He smiles. Bastard! I walk out of the cage with a growl. I consider our

collection of torture implements, before choosing a vial of liquid. I return to

the cage and walk back inside. I can smell the fear on him now. Good.  

 

 

"You think it's funny, do you?" I demand, glaring at him. I walk closer. "You're

not going to find *much* funny, when I'm done with you." I grab him by the hair

and throw him, face down, on the ground. Then I open the vial and let a few

drops of the liquid fall on his back. He screams as it burns his skin. Gods, I

love holy water.  

 

 

************

"STOP!" I scream, as he continues dropping holy water on my back. Gods, the

vial's got to be empty by now, doesn't it? "PLEASE, MASTER! I'M SORRY!" I yell.

"PLEASE!" He nudges me with his boot and I roll over with a sob.  

 

 

"Lose the pants," he orders.  

 

 

"Please don't," I beg, looking in his eyes and hoping to find some trace of

mercy in them. "I'm sorry."  

 

 

"Take your punishment like the master vampire you used to be," he replies

coldly.  

 

 

I should have learned by now. Begging never does any good. I take off my pants

and lie back down. I know what's coming, so I try to brace myself for the pain.

He smirks and pours the rest of the holy water right on my dick. I can't hold

back my scream.  

 

 

He laughs. "Did you learn your lesson?"  

 

 

Lesson? What lesson? "I... I don't understand. What do you want from me?" I ask,

my voice hoarse. "I have to give her what she wants. If I don't, she'll get

mad." 

 

 

"I guess you have to decide then, *Puppy*, whether you want to deal with

Willow's anger, or mine?" He smirks at me and then exits my cage, leaving me to

contemplate the question. 

 

Shit. It hurts. Why am I letting them do this to me? I haven't been able to

remember the answer to that question for a very long time. 

 

 

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