You don't mind me calling you Tairs, do you? Not that you really have a choice. To be honest, you don't have a choice in anything. If you want to see that red-headed bitch you call a lover, ever again, you'll show up. You know the old mansion that B's crew spent most of their junior and senior years playing around? You'll be there, tonight, come nightfall. And you'll be alone, and you won't have told anyone. `Cause girl, you know I got the Slayer senses working for me. I'll know if you try and fuck me over. And I know you wouldn't want to do that, because you know I'll slit Willow's throat like a gutted fish without a problem.

Be Seeing Ya

Tara folded the note up, her hands shaking. She'd been scared when Willow hadn't come home, and hadn't left a note, but she figured she was worrying about nothing. How could she have known that Faith was working her twisted games again? What did she want this time? Tara didn't know, but she knew she'd go to the mansion tonight when darkness fell. Just like she knew she wouldn't mention it to a soul.

Six hours later, Tara was slinking quietly from the dorm room. Not that anyone even noticed her, even when she was kissing Willow blind in the middle of the quad, no one really paid any attention to her. So no one sensed anything out of the ordinary as the blonde made her way surreptitiously down the hall, down the stairs, and out the door.

Tara knew exactly where the mansion was and made it there in record time. Seems like Faith had warned the vampire community that they would pay with their unlives if they prevented Tara from making it to the mansion. So she nervously knocked on the door, and when she didn't get a response, she swung the door open and peered inside. She didn't see anything just inside the door, and her nerves quieted a little as she stepped inside.

She heard crying and her heart contracted. Willow. She knew the sound of Willow's pain like she knew the sound of her own voice. Her uncertainty vanished and she barreled up the stairs. "Where is she?" she cried, surprised to hear her voice coming out strong and clear, with no trace of a stutter.

An amused peal of laughter rang out behind her, and Tara turned to see Faith leaning casually on the door of the room Tara had just run blindly into. "Hey blondie," Faith purred. "So glad to see that you were smart enough to come running when I called."

Tara steeled her spine and glared at Faith. "Let her go," she demanded.

Faith slid off the door and approached Tara, who shrank back fearfully. Faith let out a full-throated laugh. "No way," she taunted. "Your bitch is going to hang there until you do exactly what I want you to." She indicated a red velvet curtain, which hung partially open. Tara ran to the curtain and yanked it open all the way, gasping in horror when she saw Willow suspended by chains that hung from the ceiling. She was naked, spread-eagled against the wall, the chains holding her arms and legs taut. Tara felt tears stream down her cheeks when she saw the red welt across Willow's cheek and the duct tape across her mouth.

"Let her go, you murdering bitch," Tara hissed.

Faith blinked in surprise. "I'm impressed," she admitted. "Never thought you would grow a pair." She grinned. "But then, if you had a pair, I wouldn't have kidnapped Willow to get you here."

Tara watched the dark Slayer warily. "What do you mean?" she asked hesitantly.

Faith smiled. "Don't you get it, Tairs?" she asked in a voice dripping with honey. "I want you. I want to fuck you so hard that you can't stop screaming my name. And part of your appeal is that you're so fiercely loyal to Red here." She smirked at Willow, who glared angrily at her. "So I took her to get you."

Tara wilted. "I won't do it," she insisted, her voice quavering.

Faith advanced, smiling in an almost kind manner. She trailed her fingers over Tara's breast, and Tara flinched. "Oh, honey, I think you will. Because you love that witch who's at my mercy, and you'll do anything to get her free."

Tara felt tears slipping down her face, but she resolved to put herself at Faith's disposal, because the bitch was right. She would do anything to save Willow, even if it meant sacrificing herself.

Faith led Tara over to the majestic, canopied bed. Willow had a perfect view of everything that would take place on it, which was exactly why Faith had pulled the bed where she had. She lay down, reclining against the numerous fluffy pillows. "Take your clothes off," she ordered.

Railing mentally against the injustice of what was happening, Tara complied. She could hear Willow struggling against the duct tape gag, but she tuned out the sounds of her lover pleading. When she stood naked, Faith whistled.

"I knew you had a body I'd kill for," Faith chuckled. She flicked her wrist, indicating that Tara should come closer, and she did, her eyes closed against the sensations of standing naked in the middle of a room, waiting for the touch of another woman. "Now take my clothes off," Faith commanded.

Crying silently, Tara helped ease the laces on Faith's corset-style shirt apart, and the leather fell away from pale skin. Tara tried hard to not be aroused by the sight of Faith's beautiful breasts, but she couldn't help it. The feeling grew as she untied the laces the held the legs of Faith's leather pants together, and slid those from her as well. When Faith lay naked, Tara closed her eyes.

"Look at me, bitch," Faith yelled suddenly, and Tara's eyes shot open. She gulped as she saw Faith's gleaming body, her legs spread open. Faith smiled seductively and grabbed her hand, pulling her close. "Taste me," she purred.

Biting back the hysteria that threatened to overtake her, Tara knelt between the brunette's thighs. Faith's head fell back and a moan escaped her parted lips when Tara's talented tongue slid inside her dripping wet pussy. Her hands drifted to the blonde's hair, wrapping her fingers in it and gripping the strands tightly. She forced Tara's face further into the juncture of her thighs, and Tara whimpered in pain.

Faith relaxed her hold on Tara, but Tara understood that she wasn't backing off. Instead, Tara let her tongue wander around Faith's pussy, exploring the slick folds and the throbbing clit. Faith panted slightly as Tara brought up a hand, maneuvering two of her fingers into Faith's passage. She thrust back and forth lightly as Faith writhed against her hand.

Despite her revulsion at being manipulated into this situation, Tara was undeniably aroused by the pure and simple fact that she was kneeling between a beautiful woman's legs, bringing her pleasure with her mouth. The slight tang of Faith's juices coated her tongue and the smell of her damp pussy was intoxicating to Tara.

Faith sensed Tara's conflicting emotions, but she was too far into the heady feeling of impending orgasm to do anything that would reassure her. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, letting the low bass of the sound build into a scream as she reeled from the sensations of complete release. Faith trembled, her legs twitching as she rode out the tremors that shook her body.

When she lay there, complete, she looked down at the woman who still hovered uncertainly between her legs. With a soft smile, Faith pulled Tara up to her. "It's okay to want me, even though you hate me," she reassured her. "That's what sexual attraction is all about. You don't always like the person you want to fuck into oblivion," she said as an afterthought.

Tara didn't respond, she just hung her head lower. Faith narrowed her eyes, then gripped Tara's chin with one hand, yanking hard to bring her face up so that they could meet each others' eyes. With deliberate slowness, Faith brought her face forward, letting Tara see what her intentions were, before fusing their lips. She gave the other woman only a moment to adjust to the kiss before she plunged her tongue into Tara's mouth.

She tasted sweet, and tangy. Faith licked her own juices from Tara's tongue before twining their tongues together. She smiled triumphantly when Tara moaned and let her hands come up to tangle in Faith's hair. She kissed back with a surprising strength, and Faith could feel herself becoming aroused again.

They broke the kiss simultaneously, staring wide-eyed at each other. Tara jumped guiltily when she heard a disbelieving cry from the corner, and she slowly raised her gaze to face a wounded Willow. Faith noticed the direction her eyes took and slid off the bed. She approached Willow and with a regretful smile, she yanked the tape from her mouth.

A pained cry was ripped from Willow's lips, and she glared balefully at Faith. "I hate you," she spit out.

Faith smirked and shrugged. "Not that I really care," she said lazily. "I just wanted to fuck your girlfriend mindless. Which I still haven't done," she added.

"And you won't," Willow hissed. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

Faith looked back at Tara, who was still sitting on the bed, her face hidden behind a cloud of blonde hair. "You know, Will, I really don't think you do," she said thoughtfully. "Looks to me like Witch Junior is aching for some Slayer action."

"Tara," Willow cried out in anguish. "Tell her she's crazy, tell her that you'll never sleep with her, not in a million years."

Tara raised her head, her eyes rimmed with red and tears falling down her face. "B-b-b-but it's n-n-not true," she whispered guiltily.

Willow let out a pained gasp. Faith smiled wickedly and with a gleam in her eye, let her hand wander over Willow's stomach. "I'll just give you a taste of what I'll give Tara, and let you understand why she wants me." Her finger slid into Willow's pussy, the tip massaging the tiny clit. Willow bit back a moan as Faith's finger disappeared into her velvet softness.

Faith smiled in triumph when she realized Willow was wet. "You got off on watching Tara eat me out," she crowed.

Willow blushed a deep red. "I did not!" she protested hotly.

Faith smirked. "Lie however much you want, Red, if it makes you feel better. But I know the truth, because my finger is so slick from your cum that I can't keep it on your clit," she taunted.

Willow moaned involuntarily when Faith's finger hit that spot on her inner walls, and she shuddered, spilling herself over Faith's thrusting finger. Faith laughed as she raised the drenched finger to her lips and licked it, sucking Willow's juices off the slim appendage.

"And that's the taste," Faith said slyly. She turned around, presenting Willow with a view of her shapely ass and the Celtic tattoo on her lower back.

Tara lay down on the bed as Faith slid onto it, and Faith knelt over her to kiss her breasts. Tara moaned quietly as Faith's tongue ran over her smooth flesh, rimming her hardened nipple two or three times before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling at it while her hand came up to massage the untended breast. After a minute or two of delicious torture, Faith switched, licking and sucking the opposite breast while massaging the one she'd just administered to.

When she was done, Faith lay on top of Tara, bracing her weight on one hand but pressing her body to the blonde's. She rubbed her breasts against Tara's as she brutally kissed her once more. Tara arched up, eagerly returning the domineering kiss.

Faith broke the kiss and slid down Tara's body to return to her the pleasure she'd bestowed on Faith. Tara let out a tiny moan when Faith's fingers and tongue attacked her swollen clit with tender force. Faith sucked the tiny throbbing bud into her mouth as she slid her nimble fingers into Tara's dripping pussy. Tara arched up again, gasping incoherently as Faith drove her fingers into her pussy harder, and increased the pressure of her suckling.

Faith looked up to see the disgust in Willow's eyes as she pumped into Tara with lightning speed. Tara's legs came up to wrap around Faith's neck and she pressed her pussy into the brunette's mouth. Faith sensed her hovering on the edge of satisfaction and bit lightly on Tara's clit, and the blonde screamed. She arched her back one final time as the orgasm hit her with mind-blowing force.

Faith licked steadily at Tara's pussy as her juices flowed onto Faith's tongue. Tara lay back on the pillows, panting from the force of her release. Faith sat up and grinned at the exhausted blonde.

"Not quite what you expected when you came here tonight, was it?" she asked casually.

Tara shook her head, smiling shyly. "No," she said softly.

Faith glanced over at Willow, who was fuming silently. She swung her legs off the bed, reached under the mattress to procure the key, and strode over to unlock Willow. Willow massaged her sore wrists and ankles, glaring at both Faith and Tara. "Any chance you'd want to join us?" Faith asked impishly.

"No way in hell," Willow spat out. She walked over to Tara. "If you could willingly do that after you didn't have to, and then enjoy it, there's no future for us. I can't be with someone who would sleep with Faith when she didn't have to!" She didn't wait for an explanation or a teary plea for forgiveness, she just turned around and marched out, grabbing at her discarded clothes on the way.

Faith watched Tara warily. "Are you going to go after her?" she asked.

Tara shook her head sadly. "There's no way I can make this better in her eyes." She looked up at Faith shyly. "Besides, if I enjoyed that as much as I did, maybe I'm missing out on something by being with her and only her."

Faith smiled widely. "I was hoping you'd say that." She lay back down on the bed beside Tara. "Because, you see, there's this lesbian toy store I discovered that I've been *dying* to try out…"