Willow begged Buffy with all her soul, "Please, Buffy. Please, let me cummmmmm!!!!"

Then, Willow felt a wet cloth gagging her. 'Why is she torturing me so? God, I have to have release. I can't focus a single thought. I'm losing myself. What's my name?'

Willow could feel Buffy's breath, she was saying something to her. 'I've got to concentrate and listen to my Buffy. My Love. My deepest truest Love. My Mistress!!!!'

Willow barely understood the words, "...take ...gag off you will answer my one question ... you ... say nothing else until I tell you ... Do ... understand? Shake your head ... "

'No, I don't understand', she thought as she shook her head because her Buffy told her to.

Willow felt something pinch and crimp her left nipple. A ripple of pain and pleasure rippled through her and a moan escaped her lips only to be stopped by the gag. Then another attacked her right nipple. It closed with a snap that heighten both the pain and the pleasure. This time a scream escaped her lips only to be muffled by the gag. 'Can't take much more. I have to cummmmmm'

The blindfold was removed and Buffy's face came into focus. Her heart started to race even faster. It felt like it would burst. Buffy held her chin lightly. Her touch was burning into Willow's soul. Willow focused on Buffy's mouth. That lovely mouth said, "Will, look at me."

Willow saw Buffy's face move forward until it was only inches away. Willow licked her lips and desperately tried to kiss that lovely face. She was asking me a question, "... my sex slave, forever. Do you want to cum?"

The gag was removed from Willow's mouth and an answer escaped from the depths of her soul without any hesitation, "YES!!!!!!"

Buffy smiled at Willow. So, Willow didn't mind when both the blindfold and the gag were replaced.

Giles and Xander were worried. There was no sign of them anywhere. They checked Willow's house. It was dark and empty. They checked Buffy's house. It was dark and empty. They checked the Bronze. It wasn't empty, but Buffy and Willow weren't there, either. They even tried the Sunnyvale Public Library. It was lit, but really empty. They couldn't think of anything else to do drive around Buffy's patrol area and hope they find her before she finds the Satyr.

Willow could feel Buffy's fingers probing her anus. She could feel Buffy forcing some sort of lubrication into her exposed hole. "God, that feels so good. No one has ever done that to me before, but it feels so so gooood."

Suddenly, Willow could feel something thick, hard and plastic was being forced into her rear hole. 'What is that? It's soooo big. It's tearing me in half.'

Willow arched her back in obvious pain, but she couldn't escape from the probing dildo. Slowly, Willow could feel the plastic phallus pushed deeper and deeper into her bowels. 'I'm being torn apart. I can feel the tearing flesh. The PAIN!!!'

Soon, Willow could feel the pain easing and being replaced by something else. Willow was shocked it was starting to feel pleasure. The ecstasy was returning, she could feel it. Suddenly, Willow felt the probe in her bowels start to vibrate. Then, the probe was gone. Willow felt lose. Then, Willow felt the dildo being shoved into her hole the full length instantly. Willow felt her orgasm nearly release. She knew one more shove and she would explode.

But the probe just stayed slowly vibrating, not enough to start Willow's much needed orgasm, but enough to let her know it was there. Willow felt Buffy rise from the bed. She heard her walk away. She heard the Slayer open and close the door. Desperately, Willow fought against her bonds. She had to get release. Soon, she realized the struggle was useless. Willow was exhausted. She was forced to relax.

However, the constant vibrating kept the tormented girl on the edge of the orgasm that she desperately needed. All she could think was, 'Where is Buffy?'

Buffy could sense that one more stroke of the vibrator would send Willow over the edge. She didn't want that, not yet anyway. Buffy had an idea of how she could cool the girl done a bit and make this last a little longer. Buffy had never even fantasized about being such a cruel tease, but she loved it. Buffy was hotter than she had ever been in her life.

Buffy got up and went to the kitchen. There she got several ice cubes. When she got back to her bedroom, Willow was struggling against her bonds. Willow's sleek body glistened with perspiration. Willow's vagina was gushing fluid. A large puddle was beneath the helpless girl's arched back.

Willow probably hadn't even noticed she was back. So, she decided to watch the show from just inside the closed door. After several minutes of struggle, the exhausted woman relaxed. Willow's only movement was spasms coming from her stomach muscles. Buffy crept over to the prone, helpless girl.

First Buffy held a single ice cube several inches over Willow's left breast. A single drop hit Willow's exposed breast. Buffy could almost she it sizzle and evaporate on Willow's inflame breast. The drop made Willow jump a bit and a grunt escaped her lips. Then two drops came, then three, then a steady almost rhymic series of drops teased and tortured the young woman's body. Buffy let the melting ice cube fall between Willow's breast and it slid on a trail of melted ice down her belly. Willow jumped and the ice cube slid off her side and rested right by Willow's side.

Willow felt Buffy sit down onto the bed. Willow felt an ice cube over been rubbed all over her inflamed thighs. Another ice cube was being rubbed over her breasts and exposed nipples. Willow could feel her orgasm withdrawing. Yet, Willow could feel her excitement building. The constant vibrating in her rear and the cold ice cubes were driving Willow insane.

Finally, the ice cubes stopped. For several seconds, Willow couldn't feel anything but the constant vibrating in her rear. Then, Willow felt a drop of something very hot nearing her left breast. Then it touched her exposed breast and it burned the helpless woman. Willow wanted to scream in pain, but the gag prevented it.

Whatever it was cooled and dried on her skin while scorching it. Then, there was another drop and then another. Each one inducing more pain. But Willow could feel her orgasm returning. It was building again. A voice in buried deep in her psyche was shocked that she could be excited by pain. Now, a steady stream of the hot fluid trailed down Willow's taunt stomach toward her vagina. It stopped at her pelvis and was saturating Willow's public hairs. Suddenly it stopped raining the hot fluid. Willow was at the edge again.

Willow could feel Buffy's hot breath by her ear, "Willow, Earth to Willow. That was hot wax, Will. I'm letting it dry. Then, I'm going to tear it off. You're going to lose most of your public hair. While it's drying, I going into the bathroom and getting my razor and shaving cream. It's for my legs, but we're going to finish the job that the wax has started."

Willow could feel the tears running down her cheeks. Her only thoughts were, 'I don't care how, but I have to cummmm. Soon, Buffy, pleeeeassssse.'

Buffy went into the bathroom. That session with the ice and the wax had really turned her on. Buffy could hardly control herself now. She had to release them both soon, but she wanted to do one more thing. She wanted to remove that curly red bush around her pet's slit. Buffy wanted a bare pussy to eat. Buffy knew she had to be careful. The slightest tweak of Willow's clit would ignite her pet's flames.

First, Willow felt the wax being slowing peeled off her breasts and stomach. Then, Willow felt the wax being ripped from her pelvis, along with most of her pubic hair. It was sharp pain, but pain was no stranger to Willow this night. Next, Willow felt a warm form being spread over pelvic area. By moving her torso, Willow tried to get Buffy to tweak he clit. It didn't work. Next, she felt the razor scraping away the foam and remaining hairs. Lastly, she felt a warm wash cloth clean up the rest of the soapy mess.

Willow could feel Buffy blowing lightly onto her clit and vagina. Willow desperately tried to arch her back enough to force contact, but Buffy was too far away. Suddenly, Buffy removed the blindfold. Buffy held my head up so Willow could see her exposed vagina and the red blotches around her beasts and on her stomach. Willow didn't care. "Will, I'm going to remove your gag. DO NOT SAY ANYTHING or I will quit right here."

Buffy removed the gag. Then, Buffy showed Willow a huge dildo. "This is sixteen inches long and 3 inches thick. It is exactly twice as big as the one I used on your ass. Open your mouth I want to see how much you can throat before you gag. Relax. Breathe. Here's some more. Relax your throat. Suck it in. You've done this before. I can tell. More than half. I am impressed. Now, let me pull this out of you mouth."

"Willow, do you want me to shove this into your pussy? Remember no talking."

Willow shook her head yes vigorously. "Good. You may yell when you orgasm. Otherwise not a sound. Now, look into my eyes, Will."

Willow looked into Buffy's eyes with anticipation. Willow could barely breathe. She thought, 'What is she waiting for?'

Buffy could see the question in her eyes. That was the signal she had been waiting for. Buffy forcefully shoved that huge dildo full length into Willow. It tore her vagina a bit, but it gave Willow what see wanted most. Willow exploded. Every stroke caused another explosion. And with each orgasm, Willow gave an animalistic scream. That last scream must have woke the neighbors or the dead, which in Buffy's case might be the same thing.

Buffy removed the dildo and caressed and sucked Willow's clit, nursing out one more orgasm. Willow went limp. Buffy could see she was near unconsciousness. However, Buffy hadn't cum.

Buffy had more built up orgasm than Willow. She had to have release. Buffy straddled the exhausted girl's face and sat on her mouth. Willow took the two-inch clit into her mouth and sucked on it three times and Buffy exploded. Each suck from Willow brought Buffy another orgasm. Buffy had never felt anything like it. Willow tried desperately to drink every drop of fluid, but it was too much.

Finally, Buffy rolled off Willow. Buffy untied her. Then, Buffy pulled the spent girl into her arms. They nestled into each other's caress and feel asleep.

Without any success, all Giles and Xander could do was go back to Giles's house and wait for a phone call. They didn't know what else to do. Xander called home and made his excuses. About 2 a.m., Willow's mom made a frantic call. Giles was less than reassuring. What could he say? Fortunately, Joyce was out of town. At three, they heard from the girls.

It was a little after 2 a.m. when Buffy woke up. Willow was softly snoring, while cuddling closely to Buffy. "Will, we have to get up and call your mom and the guys. Your mom is probably 911'ing right now. For that matter, Xander and Giles are probably having triplets."

Buffy picked up her cordless. "Will, tell your mom that you're here. Tell her we had a couple of drinks at the Bronze and fell asleep in front of the tv."

Willow dialed her mom. Her mom answered on the first ring, "Is that you Willow?"

"Hi, mom. Look, I'm soooo sorry. I'm at Buffy's house. Buffy and I went to the Bronze and split a pitcher. Then, we came here to watch Farscape. I guess we got a little of a buzz on, because we fell asleep watching the tube. We just woke up and realized what happened. I didn't mean to make you worry. I can't tell you how sorry I am. Buffy says its her fault. But that's not true. She didn't make me drink those beers."

"Baby, I know how it can happen. I didn't get home until after one, myself. Your Aunt Clarisse and I were drinking coffee and gossiping and we lost track of time. I thought you were going to be worrying when I got home. Then, you weren't here. And .... ," she broke down crying.

Willow felt bad about lying to her mom, but she would never understand about her and Buffy. I guess sometimes a lie less hurtful than the truth. "Mom, I'm going to crash here. If that is okay. We got a ride home and I don't want you driving around town this time of night."

"That's okay, Willow. As long as I know where you are. Willow, no more drinking tonight or you are going to have a major headache."

Willow knew that her mom didn't like her drinking. Willow grinned at her mom's latest reasoning for her not to drink. "I promise mom, we will not be drinking anymore alcohol tonight or should I say this morning."

"Good night, Baby. Listen call Giles, he was concerned. I just talked to him. After you call him, you go back to sleep. Oh, and tell Buffy hi for me."

"Bye, mom," she says as she hangs up the phone, "Giles called her. Oh, and Mom said hi. Ooooh, boy, this is going to break her heart. But Buffy, I love you so much."

"Willow don't worry about your mom. We will work all this stuff out later. We have a lot to talk about before we call the guys. I think both of us were under the influence of the Satyr. He mesmerized you and I think the blood did something to both of us. That said, I have to tell you, if we don't get some clothes on I'm going to take you right now."

Buffy got up and went to her dresser. She tossed Willow another cotton nighty and put on her favorite hockey jersey. "Buffy, I can't blame the Satyr. This morning I had two wet dreams about you. I believe that all the Demon did was to breakdown my wall of inhibition. Don't hate me, because I couldn't take it."

Willow was openly crying. It moved Buffy, she had to confess, "Will, when you were in the tub this morning I was there a long time. I was watching you. What you didn't notice is I was masturbating, while I watch you. So, maybe, the Satyr wasn't completely responsible for my actions. It doesn't matter anyway. We have crossed the line and activated the magic. We have to learn to live with the consequences. I don't want to scare you, Will, but there are two Buffys now. I can feel both of them. One is the old Buffy. The other is a much darker Buffy. The old Buffy loves you. The dark Buffy desires you. The dark Buffy was the one that relished torturing you. She only exists to possess and use you. It is very hard to control her. If we have sex, she will have control until she is satisfied. I love you, Will, but we cannot have relationship of equals. You will have to bend to her will in many things. You will have to be my sex slave. If you can't handle that, leave and never come back. Go to college on the other coast. But never tell me where you are. I would come after you eventually. I'd fight it, but I'd lose."

"Buffy, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. But more scary than dealing with the Dark Buffy is being without the old Buffy. You say there is two of you. Well, there is two Willows now. The old Willow, who might have been lusting after the old Buffy, but was too straight to do anything about it. And the new Willow, who is bonded to you. Buffy, if you were to leave me I would crawl into bed and die. I know it. I could never leave you, but you could leave me. You see I can feel it, I am dependent on you for release. I will never again be sexually satisfied, unless you okay it."

"Will, this bites. Let's call Giles and Xander and get that over with. Tomorrow, we have to deal with Oz."

"I know, he is going to be hurt."

Buffy dialed Giles. "Hi, Giles, it's Buffy."

"Buffy, where have you been? Is Willow with you? Please, tell me you haven't run into the Satyr."

"Uh, I've been home. Willow is with me. As to the Satyr, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Buffy, this is serious. We have found out that there is a power hidden in Satyr's blood. You cannot get any on you. We have to figure out a way around this."

"Too late. Been there done that, wrote the book, starred in the miniseries."

"Huh?"

"Giles, the good news is the Demon is dead, decapitated, burned and buried. The bad news is he had caught Willow before I could kill him. We were both covered in his blood. We have already experienced the results of consequences of that exposure. Giles, Willow and I are bonded. There's no easy way to say it. Don't bother coming over. We'll talk about this tomorrow. Right now, Willow and I are dead tired and we need to recover from a weird night. Giles, if you or Xander come over here, I will hurt you. Good night," she said as she hung up.

Giles looked at Xander. A tear ran down his cheek. "Xander, they are alive. The Satyr is dead, but we are going to living with the affects of his visit for a long time. They were both exposed. Buffy says they bonded."

"Ooooo, that's not good. What can we do? Is there a cure?"

" I don't know, Xander. I don't know. If there is a cure, I don't know if either or both would take it voluntarily. I feel very old. Joyce will blame me, again. I've lost Jenny. I thought maybe Joyce and I might ... but after this ... she'll never forgive me."

"Giles, Oz?"

"I know. I know. The poor guy kisses his girl and one night later, she's no longer his. There is a Chinese curse: 'May you live in interesting times.' I wish our times were less interesting. I'll take you home. We'll get your car in tomorrow."

Buffy hung up the phone and look at her Willow. Buffy couldn't resist and kissed her passionately. Buffy said, "If we are going to get any sleep, you will sleep here and I will sleep downstairs."

Buffy started to get up, but Willow grabbed her arm. "Don't go. I need you here."

Buffy looked into Willow's eyes and knew she would stay.

Buffy knew that her dark side of lightly touching her mind and begging for release. Buffy forced her back down. "Will, if I stay, we can do nothing but sleep. We both need the rest and my other self is not easily suppressed. Even now, when I'm hardly stimulated, I can hear her demanding I take you and devour you," Buffy said as strange look momentarily crossed her face.

The look made Willow cringe. It also made the inner Willow sent a spasm of desire into Willow's psyche. "Buff, I know the feeling. My other Willow is talking to my vagina right now. Yet, I know it will be worse if you leave me. I know it. So let's turn out the lights and go to sleep. But one thing, first, we have to change the sheets, they're too wet for comfort."

"Okay, I'll do my best Will, but I want you to crystal on this, my inner self has very definite needs. By the way, I haven't forgotten my promise from this morning. We will go shopping tomorrow. I think we both need a trip to mall, it's been quite a day."

While Willow stripped the bed and lad dry towels over the mattress, Buffy fetched new sheets and a blanket. Together, they made up the bed. Willow climbed between the sheets and was asleep before Buffy could turn out the lights. Buffy climbed into bed next to Willow and put her arm around her and went to sleep.

'Willlllloooow! Willlllooooow! Willow!! Hi, let me come out and play. You know you want me to play with Buffy. It excites you, so.'

Willow could see a shadowy figure calling her. She moved closer to see who it was. It was a reflection of herself in a mirror. 'Hi, there. If you let me come out, Buffy will tie us up again. Maybe, she'll whip us. I know you like that. Just the thought of it is making the juices flow again.'

Willow breaks the mirror and runs away.

She sees a familiar figure and runs to it. It's Oz. She yells for him. He doesn't seem to hear her. She yells again. Oz doesn't move. She runs to him. 'Help me, Oz. She's after me.'

'Whose after you, Will?'

'The girl in the mirror.'

'Will, you're a smart girl. You're the girl in the mirror. You're only seeing a reflection of what's in your mind.'

'Oz, help me, please. She makes me do things.'

'Will, she can't make you do anything you don't want to do. Another is now your protection. And that person is the only one who can protect you from yourself.'

'Who can protect me Oz?'

'You know, Will. I have to go. Good bye, Will. I really did love you.'

He was gone. 'Willlllloooow! Willlllooooow! Willow!! Hi, let me come out and play. You know that is the only way you are going to get rid of me. You need me to satisfy your needs.'

'NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!'

Someone grabbed her and shook her. 'Willow, wake up. Willow, wake up.'

Willow's eyes popped wide open. Buffy was shaking her and saying with concern in her voice, "Willow, are you okay? You were screaming no in your sleep. It was a panicked and frightened scream. Are you okay?"

"No, Buffy, I'm not okay. I'm scared. Hold me, please."

Buffy held her lightly in her lap and stroked her hair and hummed a soft tune in her ear. Slowly the frightened girl drifted back to sleep. Carefully, Buffy pulled the sleeping girl to her shoulder and laid down, while still stroking and humming her soft lovely hair. Buffy thought, 'I have to protect this innocent girl. It's my fault. I should have been a few seconds quicker. She has been my one constant through everything and I must help her.'

Buffy drifted to sleep.

'Buffy, you don't want to protect her. You want to ravage her. I know you. I can see inside you. Hell, I am you. Think about it, Buffy. You've never been into guys. Angel is close, but he's a dead guy. Faith excited you a lot. Several times, you wanted to take her. I was there, I know. I saw the way you eyed Cordelia in the locker room shower. But, Willow grabbed your imagination the first time you saw her. You locked it away down deep inside, but it's there none the less.'

'Let me give you the 4-1-1 on this. None of this would have happened if I hadn't been exposed to that damn Satyr blood.'

'Buffy, the Satyr blood can only do that which you already wanted to do. It forces nothing except truth in your feelings and your actions. You told Willow there are two yous, but there is only one you. A piece of you is your other you. That Dark Buffy was always in you, just buried really deep. All the Satyr blood did was to let your dark self loose.'

Buffy knew she was right. She had to reclose Pandora's Box. But, how can she do that.

'Buffy, there is no going back. Willow is bonded to you for life. She will curl up and die if you reject her. Even if you bottled me up again, you would know I was here and you would open the bottle. Only one person can control me.'

'Who can control you? Who?'

'You know who.'

Buffy woke up with a start. Willow was contently sleepy on her shoulder. Willow's delicate arm was laid lightly on Buffy's stomach. Her hand held Buffy's side. Buffy could hear Willow's soft snoring. Buffy looked at her Willow lovingly before she went back to sleep.

Willow saw Giles at the desk in the school library. She went to him and leaned on the desk with a smile. "Hi, Willow, I guess you are here for information."

"What's happening to Buffy and me, Giles?"

"Willow, you and Buffy were inflected with Satyr's blood. Satyr's blood has certain properties that are affecting you and Buffy. However, you were under the influence of the Satyr at time of your exposure. The blood magnifies your basic sexual essence. While you were under the Satyr's influence, your basic essence was submissive. So, the blood magnified that submissive essence that was dominant at the time of your exposure.

That seed of submissiveness was always in you, but the combination of the Satyr's spell and the blood infection brought it out full force. When you orgasmed while under the influence of the blood you locked in that submissive personality. Now it is trying to become dominant. You must find a way to merge your two halves or your submissive half will become dominant.

Buffy is another problem. She killed the Satyr and was contaminated with his blood, but she is a living creature and the Slayer. However, she has inherited his essence. In her, lives the Slayer and the Satyr. You must help her merge the two essences or the Slayer will become the Satyr upon her death."

"What can I do, Giles? I don't want to be a total submission. I love Buffy, but some of the stuff we did scared me."

"Why did it scare you, Willow?"

"Because I loved it."

"What can we do, Giles?"

"YOU ARE THE WITCH."

Suddenly, I was in Buffy's bedroom. I was looking at myself lying in Buffy's arms. The submissive Willow was on the bed with my Buffy. But I could only watch. I couldn't move. I watched my submissive self start to caress Buffy's breast through her hockey jersey. Buffy opened her eyes and I could see it was the Dark Buffy, I shivered. "Who said you could caress me?", she seem to addressing the submissive Willow.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," my other self said.

"Didn't I tell you to sleep? Did I give you permission to touch me? You will only touch me when and where I instruct you to touch me, is that understood, slave?"

"Yes, Buff."

"That is not the correct way to address me, slut. When we are alone or when I tell you it is proper, you will address me as Mistress or Ma'am. Do I make myself clear," Buffy said while emphasizing the message with a twisting of Willow's right nipple.

"Yes, Mistress Buffy."

"I think some training is in order, Slave. But first some general 4-1-1. From this moment forward, you will wear only the clothes I select. You will not wear a bra or panties. You will not wear panty hose of any kind. You will wear stockings and garters. I will show you how to wear your makeup.

When I give you an order, you will obey it instantly without any hesitation or you will suffer. You will have sex with only me, unless I say different. When you sit in my presence, you will sit with your feet beneath your ass and your legs spread as wide as you can with your head down. When you sit in public, you will not cross your legs and you have them parted by at least a hand's width.

Now, I must punish you for your forward behavior. Strip, now!"

The Willow submissive took off her nightie; she was naked underneath. Then the Dark Buffy ordered, "Go over to that chair and lean over and grab the handles."

The Dark One walks over to the submissive Willow and starts to stroke her bare buttock. Suddenly, she shoves two fingers into the hot wet pussy. I was getting very excited. I could feel my juices running down my leg. I put my hand between my legs and started stimulating my clit.

The Dark Buffy took a hairbrush off her dresser and said, "I think 10 will do. You will count them. If you lose count, we will start over."

The Dark Buffy started with a medium slap with the back of the hairbrush. But before she could say one, the second stroke was landing. "I said count you slut whore. Now, we have to start again."

This time the stroke was harder. "One," the submissive me said with a grunt.

"Two. Three."

Then I saw the Dark One spin the brush and pound the submissive me with the brush side. The surprise caused her to miss four, before the next stroke, "Don't you get it you stupid bitch? You are supposed to count each stroke. Now, we have to start again. I guess those first seven strokes were free? If you miss another count, I will go to the belt and whip those lovely nipples."

That sent a ripple of desire through my entire body. Suddenly the Dark One looked at me and said, "Join her, you know you want to."

I looked at her eyes and at the submissive and ran downstairs to Buffy's living room. There on the television was the scene that was continuing upstairs.

Buffy slowly drifted into dreamland.

There was Giles at the desk of the school library. "Hi, Buffy, have you come for answers?"

"Yes, I have. What are they?"

"42"

"Huh?"

"I've always wanted to do that. Do you read Douglas Adams?"

"Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, right? Funny, the ultimate answer to the life, the universe and everything, right."

"Right."

"Is that all I get?"

"Think it through, Buffy."

"The answer is no go without the right question."

"Good, Buffy! I am so proud of you."

"Okay, what is the correct question? And don't say what is 7 X 6?"

"There are two questions you must answer for yourself. What is your true nature? And who is your true love?"

Suddenly, I was standing at the head of my bed watching me scolding Willow about touching me. I listened to myself giving Willow a set of ground rules that seem designed to degrade her. But Willow seemed to be getting stimulated by these rules. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I saw another Willow standing at the foot of the bed watching. That must be the old Willow. This is weird, some sort of out of body experience.

I heard myself say, "Now, I must punish you for your forward behavior. Strip, now!"

The Willow submissive took off her nightie; she was naked underneath. The sight of that body started the juices flowing again. Those perfectly shaped tight breast with their long inviting nipples were there for the taking. Then my other self ordered her, "Go over to that chair and lean over and grab the handles."

As the new Willow leaned forward to grab the chair handles, my Dark Self walked over to the submissive Willow and started to stroke her bare buttock. Suddenly, she shoves two fingers into the hot wet pussy. I was nearly came and I hadn't even touched myself, yet. I could feel my juices running down my leg. I put my hand between my legs and started stimulating my clit. I could see the old Willow doing the same thing.

My Darkside took a hairbrush off her dresser and said, "I think 10 will do. You will count them. If you lose count, we will start over."

My Dark Half started with a medium slap with the back of the hairbrush. The submissive Willow missed the count. "I said count you slut whore. Now, we have to start again."

This time the stroke was harder. "One," the submissive me said with a grunt.

"Two. Three."

Then I saw my Dark Self spin the brush and pound poor Willow with the brush side. The surprise caused her to miss four, before the next stroke, "Don't you get it you stupid bitch? You are supposed to count each stroke. Now, we have to start again. I guess those first seven strokes were free? If you miss another count, I will go to the belt and whip those lovely nipples."

That image was enough to send an small orgasm through my entire body. Suddenly, my Darkside looked at me and said, "Join me, you know you want to."

I, then, spotted the Old Willow running downstairs. I went after her, to comfort her. There on the television was the scene that was continuing upstairs. Willow and I looked at each other and sat on the couch to watch television, but neither of us went for the remote.

The Dark Buffy grabbed the submissive Willow's enflamed ass, kneading it like a pile of bread dough. The eyes of the tortured Willow were both in agony and ecstasy. A pained ooh escaped her lips. An erotic heat that was radiating from her bottom replaced the stinging in her butt. The Dark Buffy took the smaller dildo from the dresser and started pumping the moaning girl's wet slit. An orgasm started building in the girl's loins. Suddenly, the dildo was gone and a disappointed ooh escaped the submissive's lips. Only to be replaced by a shock and painful ooh, when the Dark One shoved the dildo up her tight and barely used asshole. The Dark Buffy, then, turned on the vibrator and left the dildo stay fully impaling the girl. The Dark Beauty, then took off her jersey and moved around the chair to let the submissive look at her naked body. She leaned forward and touch nipple to the tormented girl's lips. The girl parted her lips and began to gently suckle the offered nipple. But the Dark Buffy slapped the girl, who had a minor orgasm, as she felt the stinging slap across her face. "You are a slut and a stupid slut at that. I told you not to do anything without my permission. I did not tell you to suck my nipple. For that you get five more smacks."

"Please, I thought..."

"Shut up you stupid whore. Did I tell you to speak?"

Buffy went to her dresser and got out a pair of her panties and three scarves. She moved to where the submissive girl could see her. The Dark Buffy started masturbating using the cotton underwear. Buffy started stuffing the panties into her gash, while rubbing her clit with her other hand. Soon, she exploded in orgasm. The submissive girl couldn't hide her disappointment in not being the one to make her Mistress cum.

The Dark Girl cleaned up herself with the panties as best she could, but the panties became too wet to absorb anymore juice. Buffy let a lot of it flow into her hand and then wipe some remaining drip with her other hand. She held her hand to her slave's lips, who wanted to lap it all up, but didn't because of her orders. "Good, you're learning. Open your mouth."

The Dark Buffy put her other fingers into the frightened girl's mouth. Again the submissive girl knew not to suck on those fingers. "You may suck and lick my fingers clean. Then you may lap up the juices in my hand. You deserve a reward for learning this lesson."

After the submissive Willow had sucked and licked the offered fingers clean and while she lapped up all the juices from her Mistress's hand, the Dark One cooed while stroking the submissive's hair, "That's a good girl. That's right lick it all up like a good girl."

Meanwhile, downstairs the old Buffy and Willow were exchanging kisses and fingering each other's slits, while watching the television screen.

"How many do I owe you, my pet?"

"15, Mistress."

The Dark Buffy then shoved the panties covered with her juices into the girl's mouth. She then gagged the girl with a scarf. "You wanted to taste me. So, suck those panties clean, Slut. When I take them out of your mouth, they had better be clean of any of my jism."

The frightened girl sucked feverishly on the panties. The Dark Buffy took the large dildo and shoved it into the girl's slit. The excited submissive exploded in orgasm, so much so she almost fell, but she managed to remain standing on very weak knees. The weakened girl felt the dildo began to vibrate and stimulate. "Now, let me see, you orgasm when I slapped you. You orgasm big time just now. Both were without my permission. So, you owe me 5 swats for the first orgasm and 10 swats for that big one. Sounds fair doesn't it."

One, two, three, four, five all landed soundly on the right cheek about a second apart. The tormented girl was covered in sweat produced by the suppressed orgasm that was written all over her. Everyone could see she would never reach thirty. The Dark Buffy turned up the vibrators full and six, seven, eight, nine all landed soundly on the left cheek. The poor tortured girl couldn't hold back any longer and she exploded. Weakened by her two previous orgasms, the submissive Willow could no longer remain standing. She collapsed onto the chair, sobbing.

The Dark Buffy had an evil grin on her face as she examined the sobbing girl. Orgasmic spasm caused her body to twitch constantly. She was too weak to fight the orgasm any more. But the vibrators never tired.

Mistress Buffy leaned over and whispered directly into the miserable girl's ear. "Who told you to lay down? And you orgasmed again without permission. Now, what am I going to do with you? You owe me 21 swats plus 20 for that orgasm and another 40 for laying down with taking the other 21."

The vulnerable girl broke, she couldn't possibly take that many. She desperately wanted to plead, but feared even more punishment. Finally, the Dark Mistress removed the vibrators and the gag. "I am going to give you the choice. You can either take the 81 strokes of the brush I owe you or you can take 20 across your nipples with a switch. You have three seconds to answer."

The nearly unconscious girl whispered, "The switch, please, Mistress."

"Good girl."

The Dark Mistress went out and came back with a thorny switch. Buffy held the switch six inches from the girl's tortured eyes. The Dark Buffy, then, inhaled the fragrance of her soiled panties. She held them to the tormented girl's nose. "I can still smell me in these. You owe me two more. This is cut from a rose brush, it should feel exquisite against your skin. I have some ointment that should prevent scarring, but it will burn a bit."

Tears rolled down the submissive Willow's cheeks in a steady stream. Yet from the juice continually flowing from her slit, everyone knew she was enjoying the abuse. "Can you stand, my little slave."

All she could do was shake her head. "I wish I had some place to hang you, but I don't. So, I will have to settle for laying you on the bed."

The Dark Mistress picked up the weakened Willow slave and put her on the bed. The Dark Buffy positioned her exhausted slave into position, so that her nipples hung over the side of the bed. The sobbing slave's right nipple was totally exposed in this position. "I love you, Will. So, I will be lenient. Bite down on this," Buffy said as she put a leather belt into the wretched girl's mouth.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven hard switches on the exposed nipple caused the broken girl to scream in agony after each switch. The thorns had cut her tender skin and tickles of blood dripped on the floor. The Dark Mistress was now in total ecstasy. Her eyes were unfocused and glazed.

She maneuvered the helpless girl into a position that her other nipple was now exposed. After the fourth switch, the helpless girl screamed no more. She fainted from the explosive orgasm that had rocked her. In a final act of kindness, the Dark Mistress switched the girl's breast seven more times. The Dark Buffy went to her dresser and took out a double dildo and raped the unconscious girl until the Dark Mistress came.

The two watching television were totally spent. They had brought each other to orgasm several times. They laid exhausted. Giles appear before them. "You have seen your future. Only it will get worse. You both must answer your question and merge with those you see on the screen or you will become them. If you want that future do nothing. Eventually, all the love will be destroyed and it will be nothing but a physical relationship. It's up to you."

They woke in each other arms. Their clothes were soaked with their sweat and their orgasmic juices. They looked into each other's eyes and saw fear. They knew they had to get a hold of this thing before it destroyed them. Buffy looked at the clock, it was only 4:39 in the morning. "Will, let's go back to sleep. I think it is over for the night."

"Yes, Mistress."

Willow realized what she had said and a tear ran down her cheek. Buffy held her tightly and said, "I love you, Will, I love you."

They had to find the answer, before their old selves completely disappeared.

They woke just before dawn. They didn't get enough sleep, but they had things to do. Buffy looked at Willow and said, "Go take a shower in my mother's shower. Come back here and I will select your clothes."

"Yes, Ma'am"

"Will, I am so sorry, but I have such a compulsion to control you. I want you to know I want this to end."

"Yes, Ma'am. Mistress Buffy, I know you love me and hate what is happening to us. But you must understand. I have to have you to tell me to do everything or I will not do it. It can be a general order like take a shower, I haven't forgotten how to take a shower, but I won't voluntarily do anything. I am totally dependent on you."

"I know, Will. Now go shower, Slut. Sorry, Will, that slipped out."

"Yes, Ma'am," said Willow as she got up to go take a shower with tears running down her face.

Buffy called Giles. "Hello, Giles."

"Hello, Buffy. How are you and Willow doing?"

"It's been rough on both of us, but rougher on Will than me. And it's only the beginning. We have a lot to do and work on, but Willow and I have something to do today that can't wait."

"What's that, Buffy?"

"We have to go to the mall."

"Is that an emergency?"

"I'll explain when we get there. Giles don't release Oz, yet. Willow and I want to do it. We have something to discuss with him. This is going to be hard on him. He is not going to like what he is going to see. For that matter, neither will you or Xander. Hell, I hate it and I'm the master."

"I took Xander home last night. He won't be here when you get here. So, we may find a way to ease the blow to him."

"Giles find a way to merge our different selves and hurry. Giles, I'm afraid of what I will or can or might do to Will," Buffy says as she breaks down and cries.

"Buffy, you have to be strong. Listen Oz is stirring. So, you need to get here quickly. Bye."

"Bye."

Buffy went to her dresser and got her and Willow's clothes. For herself, she picked her black leather pants with a black silk shirt and a black leather vest jacket. For Willow, she selected a pair of shorts she hadn't worn in three years a halter-top. When Buffy turned around she saw Willow kneeing on the floor with her head down, soaking wet. "I'm sorry, Will, I forgot to tell you to dry yourself before you came back."

Buffy got a towel from her bathroom and handed it to Willow, "Here, dry yourself, Will."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Tears ran down Willow's cheeks as she dried herself with the towel that her Mistress had so lovingly offered her. She was so grateful to Buffy for the gesture. Willow knew Buffy was trying to make this as easy on her as she could. 'I hate this,' she thought, 'I have no control over my self. I wanted to dry myself, but I can't get my body to cooperate. She controls my body now. I am so miserable and so happy. I have never been so satisfied sexually nor more fulfilled. Yet, this total dependence is so degrading. I have always depended on me. I hate this.'

Buffy could see how much this was hurting Willow. She could also smell how much it was stimulating Willow sexually. They were both becoming sexual animals. Buffy had thought more about sex in the last 24 hours than she had in the last three years. Seeing Willow like this was only making it worse. "Willow put these on."

Buffy went to take her shower. 'Willow's sexual odor has really stimulated me,' she thought.

From inside the depths of her mind came a voice and some images:

Buffy, why don't you go in there and have some fun with her? She wants it. You want it. Think about shoving the big dildo up her ass until it bleeds and then shoving it in a little more. Think of the delicious screams. I can feel it getting to you. You're thinking about how it would feel to shove that huge dildo in and out of that tight ass, while whipping that virgin back of hers with a leather strap. Go ahead Buffy. Stop rubbing yourself and use your slave to get you off.

"Noooo !!!" cried Buffy as she shook her head violently.

'I have got to get control of myself,' she thought.

Buffy was on fire. Buffy got in the shower and turned on the cold water. It did no good; She had to have release. So, she started masturbating. She rubbed the lips of her vagina with her right hand and her clit with the left. She was so close. She inserted one finger, then two fingers, then three. Yet, there was no orgasm.

Having trouble, Buffy? Didn't I tell you? You can't get off by yourself anymore. You can't get off at all, unless the pain, humiliation or degradation of Willow is involved, unless you enslave another. She is dependent on you for everything. You are dependent on her for relief. Should I have told you before you got so worked up? Now, I guess you'll have to go and make Willow suffer a bit for your relief. So, sorry. Hello, Satyr. Did you think it would be so easy to corrupt a Slayer? Hi, Buffy. There are three parts to your self. There's the Buffy of your birth, the Dark Buffy of the Satyr and the Slayer. I am the Slayer. I can help you defeat this Demon in you, but I can only help. There is much to do so I will suppress the Demon for now. Go and get relief from Willow, but in your own way. You need a clear head. We will talk when you are ready.

Buffy shook her head, vigorously. 'If I keep this up, I'll get a headache,' she thought.

She grabbed a wet washcloth and a towel and went to her bedroom. Kneeling on the bed in her subservient stance was Willow. "Willow remove your clothes and lie on you back."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I need relief, Will. Please give me some," Buffy said as she straddled Willow's face.

"YES, MA'AM," Willow exclaimed as she buried her face into Buffy's vagina. Thirty seconds was all it took for Buffy to explode. She cleaned herself and Willow with the damp cloth and dried both of them off. "Get dress, Willow. We have to go."

Buffy got up and got dressed. They were going to talk to Oz. Neither of them liked what had to be done. But this is the place it all had to start.

Oz awoke still in his chains. 'That was odd,' he thought, 'Normally, they have me unchained when I wake up. I hope everything is okay. They may still be chasing that Satyr Demon. Well, if they didn't get it I can help, tonight.'

After a ten-minute wait, the basement door open and Willow walk in. Oz's heart jumped. It always did when he saw Willow. She was dressed funny. She was barefooted and in a pair of short that were too tight and too short and a tank top that revealed too much. Buffy followed Willow into the basement and down the stairs.

"Will, tell Oz hi," order Buffy.

"Yes, Ma'am. Hi, Oz."

Buffy order, "Will, get me a chair and get one for Oz."

"Yes, Mistress."

Willow hurried to comply with her orders.

"Oz, when Willow brings you the chair. Don't touch her. If you do, I may not be able to control my reaction," said Buffy.

"Buffy, what is going on? Am I dangerous or something?" asked Oz.

Buffy sat down on the chair provided by Willow. Willow, then, went to give Oz his chair. Then, Willow retreated back to Buffy. Willow fell to her subservient position next to Buffy. While Buffy spoke, she absently stroked Willow's hand. "The problem isn't with you Oz, it's with us. I had Giles leave you chained, because I needed to explain something to you and was afraid of your reaction. If you had moved to touch or hold Willow, I might have hurt, physically. I'm going to hurt bad enough without that."

"What's happened, Buffy?" Oz asked trying to keep control of his emotions.

Buffy told him about the encounter with the Satyr1. She told him about how she had dispatched the Satyr and how she and Willow had gotten infected2 by its blood. Then, she told him about what they learned from their innerselves3. "So, Oz, we are permanently bonded. No one wants to hurt you, Oz, but Willow will never be happy with anyone but me from now on. And unless we can merge ourselves, we'll be tied together, like a junkie is tied to heroine. You have to know, Oz, I love her more than I have loved anyone in my life."

"You love her. Yet, you treat her like your pet puppy. You don't love her; you own her. I love her. Willow, come here and unchain me. We can work it out. I know you love me."

"Oz, haven't you been listening?" inquired Buffy, "This is a manifestation of the Satyr blood. But that the Satyr's blood can only magnify something that already exists. Had Willow really loved you, there would be more conflict in her. There isn't so it wasn't true, real, heartbreaking love. It was love out of loneliness. Willow loved Xander and he didn't return it. So, she looked around for a replacement and she found you. That love can make a happy marriage or good romance, but it can't conquer Satyr's blood."

Oz broke down; he dropped to his knees and cried. His world had collapsed while he was in his werewolf form and he hadn't been there to stop it. He had lost his Willow and couldn't get her back. A werewolf knows about supernatural bonds. He knew he had lost his one hold on a normal life.

"Willow, go comfort him," order Buffy, "Oz, don't hurt her or I will hurt you. I can let you guys say good-bye, as parting lovers should, but you mustn't do anything that will get you hurt."

Willow went to Oz and held him in his lap. She stroked the sobbing man, while lightly kissing his head. Oz looked up at his love and could see in her tears the truth. Her love was superficial, strong but superficial. Buffy was right; she was Willow's only hope for happiness, now. Oz kissed her and she responded without permission. That was something Oz could hold onto. "Buffy, let me go and tell me how I can help. Will go back to your true love."

Buffy went to unlock the chains. "Will, you know he loves you as much as I do. And he didn't need Satyr's blood to unlock it either. Hold on to that, Will, we may be able to use that love, yet."

Upstairs Giles had fallen asleep reading Grayham's Treatise on the Anatomy of the Supernatural. He had been up all night studying his books looking for a cure. All his reference said the same thing, there was no cure, because there was nothing to cure.

Buffy, Willow and Oz went to the door. "Oz, Willow and I have something to do. You're not as good at computers as Willow, but you're better than she is now. See what you can find out. Let Giles rest. We'll need him at a 100%."

"You're 5 by 5, Buff," Oz said, "Take care of her or I will find a way to get you."

"Oz, if you guys don't help us find a way to merge. I want you to keep that threat. The life we would lead would not be the one I would wish us to live," said Buffy, "You're the only one who has a chance of doing it. So, remember your threat, Oz. It has to be both us you know, Oz, without me, her death would be terrible."

"You're 5 by 5, Buff," Oz said, "You're 5 by 5."

"Oz go give Xander his car. We're going to take the bus," she said as they left.

A tear ran down Oz's cheek as he said, "Bye, Will, Bye."

Buffy and Willow would have to walk the two blocks to the bus stop. Buffy could tell Willow wanted to tell her something. "What is it, Will? You may ask to speak to me at anytime."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, Will, but I need to know what's on your mind, if we're going to get out of this."

"Yes, Ma'am. I meant thank you for how you handle Oz. Thank you for the present of seeing his deep love for me. And thank you for not degrading me in front of him. It would have been exciting. Half of me wanted you to do it."

"You're still welcome, Will, but I could still degrade you before him or anyone else. I had to fight it hard. But you have to know that sparing you from Oz will mean this outing is going to have to make up for it. The beast must be feed, so it will sleep for a while."

"I understand, Mistress, I will do my best for you."

"I know, Will," Buffy said as she spotted an unplanned stop, a tattoo parlor, "Will, we are going to start here. Follow me." Buffy and Willow enter the tattoo parlor. A lovely young woman greeted them with several artistic tattoos adorning her. She was about 25 to 30 years old with jet-black hair and deep blue eyes. She was dress in navy blue hot pants and a sky blue halter top that barely cover her large full breasts. Buffy was surprised, she expected an overweight guy in a dungy tee shirt and a biker vest. 'This may work out better than I thought,', thought the Dark Buffy.

"Can I help you ladies?" said the gorgeous female.

"Can you?" asked Buffy looking deeply into her soul.

The Demon spoke to Buffy, 'She's been straight, but all are fantasies involve women. She is interested in Willow. She knows Willow's a submissive. All her fantasies are about her dominating a young female. You can have some fun here. You know you have to let me out every so often. Why not now?'

The Slayer chimed in, 'The Demon is partially correct. This is a good time to let him loose, while we have plenty of control, but remember you must not release control. You must remain in control, which means Buffy must participate.'

'What do you mean by participate?'

'I mean you perform the acts suggested by the Demon. You can then filter each act. And eliminate the really bad ones.'

'What do I do?'

She could feel the Demon smile.

The beautiful woman said, "Uhm, I ... This is a little early. I'm here to do some clean up. I forgot to lock the front door. But if you want a tattoo, I can do it for you."

Listening to the Demon, Buffy says, "That's not all you want to do for us or should I say to her."

The woman blushed, "What do you mean? We do tattoos here."

Buffy look into her eyes, then into her soul, "You know what I mean. You want to experience my bitch slave."

Buffy grabbed the woman's crotch which was starting to get wet, "Don't you?"

"Yessss."

"Yes, what?" "Not yet, first lock the front door. We don't want any interruptions. Willow get on the table."

The older woman locked the door. She turned around to face Buffy, who kissed her passionately. The older woman yielded to Buffy by opening her mouth. Buffy slid her tongue into the wanton mouth. The shocked woman started sucking on her tongue. Buffy broke away and whispered into the woman's ear, "You have to earn her. I want two tattoos. I want a heart high her left breast that says Buffy. Then I want another high on her tight that says Buffy's. If you do a good job, Willow will give you a tip."

"Select your style from that book," she whispered back, while Buffy put her hand into the woman's pants.

Buffy found no underwear and curled two fingers into the slick slit. With Buffy's fingers sliding in and out the woman's slit and her palm rubbing her clit, she brought the woman close to climax. Suddenly, Buffy stopped moving her hand and whispered into the woman's ear "You chose. It will affect your tip. By the way, do you want me to finish?"

"Yessss," she breathed into Buffy's ear.

"Beg me," Buffy whispered into her ear, while sticking her tongue into the woman's delicate ear.

"Pleeeeeasssssseee, let me cummmmm," Buffy could barely hear her plead, but she didn't have to hear her to know what the woman said.

It took three more strokes to get her off. The woman wrapped her arms around Buffy in effort to stay standing. Buffy pushed the beauty back slightly and gently and removed her hand from the woman's pants. Buffy smelled her fingers and put them into her mouth and sucked them clean. Buffy whispered into the woman's ear, "Why don't you take a taste?"

The young woman reached down to her crotch and scooped some cum up with two fingers and put them into her mouth and sucked them clean. "Ummmm. I won't let you down. You will love the results."

As the tattoo artist went to the table on which Willow laid, Buffy said, "I know you won't."

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