REPOST: Slave to Love PT1: Bound

[PChazzman@xxxxxxx]

Couple years ago I started a little series after being inspired by another 
author's work. I recently got around to working on a third part so I am 
reposting the first two parts. Enjoy.
Chazzman


TITLE: Bound (1/1)
SERIES TITLE: Slave To Love
AUTHOR: Chazzman
E-MAIL: PChazzman@xxxxxxx
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They all belong 
to Joss and the WB network. Please don't sue. I have nothing anyway.
Spoilers: 
RATED: R, some sex.
SUMMERY: B/W.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, please...

AUTHOR's Note: This is a sequel inspired by NightHunter's 'DoppleRevenge'. 
In it, Willow's evil double return's to Sunnydale. Kidnaps Willow, changes 
into her clothing, tricks Buffy into believing she is Good-Willow, chains her 
up and proceeds to torment Buffy until she is her submissive sex-slave. Good 
Willow manages to free herself and stakes Vamp-Willow in front of Buffy, but 
Buffy simple switches her sexual attentions to her.

NOTE 2: Initially written before the Tara/Willow relationship started. This 
takes place after in a slightly AU season 4. Willow never developed a sexual 
relationship with Tara, and Oz never returned. Also, Buffy has ended her 
relationship with Riley after the initiative fiasco and he left with the 
army. 

FEEDBACK: Is welcome. If you want to criticize, fine but NO FLAMES please. 
Can't wait to read it.

NOTE: **INDICATES THOUGHTS** / *INDICATES EMPHASIS*


Slave to Love
Chapter 1: Bound

The phone rings and I fumble to grab it.

"H-Hello?" I stammer.

A familiar British voice comes across the line, "Willow?" 

**Shit! Not now. Should of let the machine get it, but..Oh!**

"Giles? Please tell me you found something. Classes start tomorrow 
and-"

"Well...I'm not certain, but I found a spell that seems like a fairly 
good shot at getting her back to normal."

**OH YES!**

Trying not to shout into the phone, "That's wonderful. When can we do 
it?" 

"Yes, well, I have to go out and gather a few of the necessary items, but 
if you could bring Buffy by this afternoon? Say around three?"

"Uh huh, no problem," I manage to get out without screaming 'Oh Yeah! God 
Yeah!'

"Wonderful. I'll see you then." He hangs up. I drop the phone and move 
to clutch at the blonde head between my thighs. The feeling of an impending 
orgasm starts to build in me. The tongue is thrusting deep inside of me at a 
faster a faster rate.

"Oh yes. Yes! Oh God! There...there...THERE. Harder," I cry out 
trying to not scream too loud. After all we are in a dorm. Then the wave 
peaks and I start to cum.

"Oh! Buffy!" I gasp out, before all I can do is lie on the bed and emit 
a number of grunts and squeaks and moans of pleasure. Slowly she winds down 
her assault on me by placing a number of light kisses on the lips of my pussy 
and up my thighs. A quick flick of her tongue catches the tip of my clit and 
I let out a gasp.

**God she is good!**

She raises her head to gaze up at me with complete and absolute 
adoration. "Was that good, Mistress?" she asks in a soft submissive tone. 
Yearning for my approval of the job she has just done, and fearing my 
rejection that it was insufficient and that she will be punished.

Even though I have never punished her. At least not I as in 'ME'. My 
doppelganger, however... she broke her. 

"Yes Buffy. That was wonderful," I say with a smile. The delight in her 
eyes to that response frightens me because I'm worried about what I will see 
there after this afternoon. 

She moves up to snuggle down in my arms. I begin to stroke her hair. 
I've come to really enjoy this. It's not that I'm gay, or anything like 
that...but, after all that we have been through, it's very comforting. 

She has been my absolute best friend for almost 5 years. We have each 
been there for the other when we have faced down demons, both real and 
personal. Been there with the lifeline, when the heartache threatens to 
overwhelm all reason and push one of us over the edge. 

Except, this last time I was too late. 

My double had come back and had toyed with her. Pretended to be me while 
Buffy had been suffering from a moment of weakness due to the whole Riley 
fiasco. I don't know if Buffy has ever realized that she was not 'Me' but 
rather 'Evil-Me'. It doesn't matter though, because if she ever did, it was 
too late. The hand that Buffy had grabbed onto for help, was turned on her. 
My evil twin dragged her down, deeper into despair, suffocating the strong, 
independent will of my friend, until all that was left was this insecure, 
submissive and blindly obsessive slave. 

Obsessive about me. Because she is bound to me. 

She follows me everywhere. Always wanting to hold onto me, serve me, 
protect me...have sex with me. She can't or won't respond to anyone else 
unless I order her to. And even then her replies are as short as she can 
make them. Almost as if she was 'Cave-Slayer' Buffy once more. She 
practices only because I point out that she needs to be in top shape if she 
truly wants to defend me from the vampire's and other assorted nasties out 
there. 

But now it looks like Giles had finally come through and found a means to 
restore the old Buffy. And just in the nick of time. Summer vacation is 
over and it's back to good ol' Sunnydale U. I have managed to get through 
the last month of summer with a minimum of embarrassment. Only Giles, 
Xander, Anya, Spike and Buffy's mom knew about what was going on. And even 
they didn't know about the sex part. Well, Giles and Mrs. Summers sort of 
know. But not the details. 

I tried to stop her in the beginning. But every time I told her 'No', 
she looked as if I had just whipped her. Hold on scratch that. The way she 
is right now, she would enjoy it if I whipped her. In fact, part of the 
reason I allow her to do what she does to me is to stop her from asking me to 
'Punish her'. That and the fact that every morning she crawls into my bed 
while I am sleeping and begins to 'Fulfill her duty to the Mistress' 

Then there was that whole mess with that damn collar. Xander had brought 
over a bolt cutters to get the lock off, and Buffy broke down in hysterical 
tears; pleading with me not to remove it; asking me what had she done wrong 
to displease me; begging me to whip her instead. It was not a pretty scene. 
The only good thing was that Spike hadn't seen it. Buffy has almost killed 
him once already, because of his off-the-cuff remarks. If I been even a 
second longer in commanding her to stop, he would be dust now. As it was, my 
shout stopped her just as the stake was half-an-inch into his chest. I have 
never seen Spike frightened by Buffy before. But this new Buffy, this 
'I-will-kill-anything-or-anyone-who-acts-talks-or-looks-wrong-at-my-Mistress' 
scares him. I just am thankful that Cordelia isn't here.

I really hope this spell fixes things. For all the massages, pampering 
and great sex Buffy insists on giving me, my nerves are shot and I am 
constantly on edge with worry about what she will do next.

Buffy needs to be able to function on her own. 

*****

"...make her thoughts her own. Unbind the Slave-"

Giles is in the middle of the spell when Buffy suddenly stands up from 
the chair I had ordered her to sit in. 

"Buffy? What's wrong?" I ask, moving to her side. She is staring 
intently at Giles.

"Stop," it was barely a whisper. She begins to take a step towards 
Giles.

"Buffy. No!" I command, stepping into her path. Giles continues his 
incantation.

"Mistress, please," she begs in a louder, shaky voice. "He wants to 
separate us. We have to stop him."

"Buffy, it's OK," I tell her firmly, reaching out to grasp her upper arms 
and hold her. She can break me like a twig, but I know she won't. Her eyes 
widened in fear and panic.

"PLEASE, MISTRESS! STOP HIM!" she cries out in agony as she suddenly 
falls to the ground and clutches at her head. She begins to cry, "Oh please, 
no. Oh please, no. No, no, no." 

I crouch down to wrap my arms about her. "Hold on Buffy," I say, 
attempting to sooth her, while stroking her hair, but she only sobs louder. 
"Buffy, look at me," I ordered. She raises her tear-streaked face to gaze 
into my eyes. My heart clenches as I return her stare. "Everything will be 
O.K. I swear to you." 

I try to put as much confidence and comfort into those words as I can, 
but she simply stares at me with a heart-wrenching look as she gasps out, "I 
love you, Mistress. Don't you want me?" 

Suddenly, Giles finishes the incantation, and I feel the mystical 
energies of the spell rush into her. Her eyes suddenly widened, and then she 
tumbles backwards from me. Wrapping her arms about her legs, she curls into 
a fetal position and lets out a final, despair filled cry that cuts deep into 
my own heart.

"Nooooooooo!"

Then silence.

Giles and I exchange a look wondering which one of us should approach 
her. Finally, I decide to take the plunge. 

"Buffy?" I ask, my voice filled with worry. I move closer to her, 
kneeling down, reaching out...just as she raises her head and flinches at the 
sight of me reaching for her.

"I'm sorry. Sorry," she begins to whimper and tries to coil up into a 
tighter ball. Away from me. 

**Oh, God. She hates me.** I feel like I've just been punched in the 
gut and my chest begins to ache.

"Willow," Giles murmured softly. "Perhaps it might be best for you to 
leave and allow her time to adjust and calm down."

"Oh. OK." I say. However, I can't seem to move until he places his hand 
on my arm to help me up. I'm feeling a little numb.

He escorts me to the door, "I'm sure she will be fine. She just needs 
time to digest what all has happened to her."

"What if she can't? What if she never wants to see me again?" I ask, 
turning my head to catch a last glimpse of her huddling on the floor and 
weeping. **What have I done?**

"She just needs some time right now. I'll call you in the morning to let 
you know how she is doing. Alright?" he tells me as he opens the door.

"Fine," I murmur, unconvinced. I walk outside and he closes the door.

As I start to walk home, my mind begins to dwell on stray thoughts. 
**Buffy is in pain because of me. I have hurt my friend. Buffy is alone, 
again. Buffy will never forgive me for allowing her to have sex with me. 
Xander was able to hold her off during that love spell thing, why couldn't I. 
Maybe, because deep down inside I really enjoyed it. But it was wrong. 
That's why we had to do the spell. Which caused her pain.**

I have lost my best friend. 

I feel a lump swell in my throat and tears begin to form in my eyes. The 
pain in my chest swells to the point where it is really difficult to breathe. 
I stumble and move to sit on a nearby step and begin to sob.

It was for her own good.

Wasn't it?

*****
End 

To Be Continued...