Fic: In The Darkness (Darkness Variation) (2/3)

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In The Darkness, Part 2. (Darkness Variation.)
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"You spend more time with Buffy than you do with me!" Tara had 
complained.
"Not true!" Willow had replied, caressing her lover's cheek.
"Oh? Where were you last night?"
"With Buffy, patrolling. What, did you think we were out playing 
Mistress of Pain all night?"
"Maybe."
"I wish!"
In the shadows, unseen, Anyanka had whispered, "Done."

*

Buffy lay there and twitched, staring at her gradually darkening 
tits as her every movement tightened the nooses around them. She was 
desperate to get free, her limbs and body cried out for some form of 
relief. She'd been bound too long in an unnatural position, and her 
body seemed to be one big cramp. The gag in her mouth had a horrible 
aftertaste. It felt like a balloon had been crammed in there. She 
moaned in desperation, maybe someone else would hear her in the hall 
outside their dorm. Her arms twitched and strained against the 
endless coils that held them. Her legs were twitching involuntarily 
against the incredible tension that the leather cords put them under. 
She simply had to get loose as her body could take little more. She 
groaned and strained and struggled, yet all she could manage to 
achieve was to pull the cords tighter around her webbed tits. Not one 
cord loosened, no matter how hard she struggled. She lay there 
exhausted and helpless for at least an hour, and that's when she 
heard the door open and Willow came over to face her. 
Willow's eyes were ebon, dark as midnight.
"Guess what?" Willow gushed excitedly as Buffy glared up at her from 
behind her gag. "Anya just called! I've let her know you've been tied 
up in here for the last few days. She wants to join us so very badly! 
She said it'd be just like old times... I don't think you'll like it 
that much though, as she's into very strict bondage instead of this 
weak stuff I've been putting you in." 
Buffy didn't even bother to groan in dismay. She was now just an 
object, and she knew it.
"Well, I don't want Anya to have to bring all her equipment over 
here, so you get to travel first class to Xander's old basement!" 
Willow opened a closet, and pulled out a large black trunk on 
wheels. It measured three and a half feet wide, by four and a half 
feet long, by three feet deep. It had a lot of locks and straps 
around it, and looked very evil.
"Believe it or not Buffy, you're going to fit in there."
Buffy pulled weakly at her bonds. Despite her occupation, she was 
deathly afraid of coffins and other enclosed spaces. And purple.
"First thing we're going to do is get rid of this nagging need I 
have. Do you want to help?" Willow was smiling down on Buffy.
Buffy made no sound. But then, she couldn't.
"I thought you would want to help. You're so generous that way. I'm 
too turned on by all this to even think straight. I only need a 
couple of minutes, and then we can move on. Ready?"
Willow had some sort of small device in her hand. It looked like a 
plastic or rubber ring with a few small straps and buckles attached 
to it.
"This is a 'Ring Gag'," Willow explained. "Its an extremely simple 
device. The plastic ring is completely unbreakable. It will fit 
behind your teeth, and these straps will hold it in. Your poor mouth 
will be held open with easy access to the goodies inside. Its 
extremely uncomfortable, I have to admit, but we don't really care 
about that, do we? Look at it this way, at least you'll be able to 
make some noise. Well, a little."
Buffy attempted to make some noise anyway, but her gagged mouth 
only emitted some soft grunts of fear and negation.
Willow untied all the ropes holding Buffy's head to her bound tits, 
and then she removed the gag. Buffy retched and coughed as Willow 
unstrapped the harness holding it in her mouth. Without any 
hesitation she forced the ring gag behind Buffy's teeth. It clicked 
into place, jamming Buffy's mouth wide open. Willow pulled the 
various straps around Buffy's helpless head, locking the ring in her 
mouth.
"Gah... Ah!" Buffy tried to express her displeasure about this new 
device. Willow pulled Buffy's head back again, binding it from the 
gag straps back to the ropes that wrapped her torso. Willow rolled 
Buffy onto her stomach, her toes pointing to her head. 
Buffy's head was pulled back as far as her neck would allow. Her 
arms wrapped in hammer locks behind her back, all her weight on her 
bound tits. Spittle poured from her distended mouth, her lips could 
not keep it in. She could not even create enough leverage to roll 
over off her tortured breasts.
Willow rapidly stripped off her own clothes, getting naked in a 
matter of moments. She attached a bridle arrangement to the ring gag 
so that two thin leather straps ran from each corner of her mouth. 
She laid down right in front of Buffy, her legs on either side of 
Buffy's fearful face. Using the straps from the gag, Willow slowly 
pulled her pussy and Buffy's helpless mouth closer and closer 
together. Buffy's nose nestled into Willow's fragrant, dripping bush. 
"Get your tongue out and moving, or I start pulling those ropes 
around your tits a little tighter!" Willow threatened. Buffy wanted 
no part of that, her breasts already felt like they were about to be 
cut off with the tension on them. Reluctantly, she pushed her tongue 
out beyond the plastic ring keeping her jaws open.
Willow's whole body shook with pleasure, as Buffy's reluctant 
tongue touched her clit. Willow pulled at the straps from Buffy's 
head, pulling her body harder into Buffy's mouth. 
"Goddess, yes!" Willow screamed, jerking as hard as she could on the 
straps. Buffy could do little else but run her tongue up and down in 
Willow's pussy. Willow could not believe what she was feeling. Her 
whole body was on fire, she had never experienced anything like this. 
Just having her goddess in humiliating and perfect bondage was enough 
to keep her in a state of constant arousal. Now to have her actually 
eating her out, against her will, while tied like this... She felt 
her whole body jerk in a convulsive explosion of pleasure. It seemed 
to last an eternity, yet it was still over much too soon. Her body 
shook and trembled with a pleasure she'd never experienced before. 
The best part was, she could have this any time her desires needed 
it. Buffy was hers, body if not soul.
Buffy herself was close to losing consciousness due to the lack of 
air she was receiving. Willow had become so engrossed in her own 
pleasure, that she'd lost track of what she was doing to Buffy. Her 
face was pulled deep into Willow's cunt, her mouth and nose covered 
in the sweat and juice of Willow's pleasure. Willow's thighs kept 
flexing and choking poor Buffy also, again making breathing 
difficult. Buffy was groaning and pleading into Willow's crotch to 
get some air, but of course this only helped Willow to get more 
excited.
Finally the waves of pleasure began to subside for Willow, moving 
from a tsunami, to soft ripples of pleasure that just flowed through 
her. She relaxed her grip on the straps holding poor Buffy's head 
into her crotch, just enough so that Buffy could finally get some air 
into her starved lungs. Willow lay there for a moment, just trying to 
regain her composure. She'd never experienced anything like the 
pleasure she had just received. Her limbs felt like jelly, her body 
felt like a wet towel. After a while she rolled away from Buffy, and 
with a great deal of effort, got back to her feet. 
"Oh Buffy, that was incredible. We're going to be doing that a lot!" 
Willow exclaimed.
It was then she realised that Buffy was no longer breathing.

*

End Part 2.