-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.
****************
"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.
****************
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.
**********************
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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