Fic: R,R&R Book II (2a/?) NC17 B/W/T

Title: Repercussions, Reactions and Retaliation Book II

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: None really, this is in the Triadverse AU and follows The Please Trilogy and The Triad Trilogy

Pairing: Willow/Buffy/Tara primarily, but other Scoobies are hooked up as well.

Summary: With Glory defeated, things should quiet down for a while... shouldn’t they?

Warnings: NC17 overall (Ch 2 starts off with some nice smutty action. NC17, baby!)

Disclaimer: If I owned ‘em, they’d have to show it on the Xstasy Network.

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Chapter 2

‘Mmm, this is nice,’ Buffy thought as she languidly kissed her pet.

Long moments later she ended the kiss, only to trail her lips across the velvet skin of Willow’s cheek and over to her delicate ear. She gently nibbled and sucked on the redhead’s earlobe for a second, generating a high pitched sigh that sent a bolt of pleasure straight to Buffy’s already damp center.

“We don’t do this enough, Willow,” Buffy whispered before moving her lips down to the sensitive spot below her lover’s ear.

“W- oh! We do this all the t-time,” Willow disagreed as her hands clutched at Buffy’s back.

Buffy smiled against the smooth, sweet skin of her girlfriend’s neck, then scraped her teeth along it, making Willow shiver and moan slightly. “No, I mean this, just making out on the couch...”

She punctuated her sentence by sliding one hand down to squeeze the redhead’s butt through her skirt.

“Unh! Tha- at’s cause you’re always so... Ooh! ...impatient,” Willow answered in-between the grunts, sighs and cries her lover was eliciting from her.

“True, but can you blame me?” Buffy asked as her other hand traveled over the redhead’s blouse to cup and gently fondle her breast. “You know I just can’t help myself, you’re too yummy!” she growled just before she started nipping and sucking on the pale column of Willow’s throat.

“Mmm!” Willow hummed in obvious pleasure as Buffy marked her flesh above and below her collar. “If Tara hadn’t said otherwise, I’m pretty sure I’d be naked right now... probably with a certain Slayer’s legs wrapped around my head!” Willow said with a delighted laugh.

Buffy pulled away and put on her most innocent face. “Is that so wrong?” she asked in her ‘naughty little girl’ voice as Tara had labeled it.

Her lids slipped halfway over her eyes as Willow slid her fingers up through Buffy’s blonde tresses.

“Oh my goodness no!” the redhead answered intently. “It’s so, so right!”

Buffy’s eyes slipped shut as she met her redheaded lover halfway for another deep, sweet kiss. ‘Gosh I hope Tara doesn’t take too long getting whatever it is ready, if I can’t get this girl naked soon, I may explode!’ she thought in delighted frustration.

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‘*This* is going to be so much fun!’ Tara thought as she looked at the scene she’d created.

The luxurious bedroom glowed in the warm light of over a hundred candles. Blood red velvet covered the canopy over the king-sized bed, and a rich gold and red striped duvet covered the mattress. The head of the bed was piled with red and gold pillows, and she’d replaced their usual sheets with four-hundred thread-count Egyptian cotton.

‘So expensive, but so worth it!’ Tara thought warmly, remembering the silky smooth texture of the sheets against her cheek when she’d purchased them. ‘Goddess, when I felt that, all I could think about was how good they’d feel against my skin as I laid naked on them, wrapped in the arms of my Slayer and her pet...’

‘That’s for later though,’ she thought with a smile and a stirring of warmth and wetness at her center. Turning to the setup she’d constructed across the open space at the foot of the bed, she felt that wetness begin to seep out of her, coating the tender flesh of her sex.

“Thank you Willow!” she whispered in sigh as she looked upon what she had wrought. ‘Who needs a hammer and drill when you can just ask the wood to merge itself?’ she wondered as she took in the imposing sight of the Saint Andrew’s Cross she’d created from two enormous beams. Where the beams would normally be joined with a half-lap joint at their crossing, these looked more like the individual wood fibers woven together, as though two trees had impossibly grown through one another. Even the metal eyebolts at the bases and apexes of the X-shape seemed to merge seamlessly into the wood, as though by nature’s own design. For color, she had magically evoked the pigmentation in the wood, staining it a dark chestnut black, almost dark enough to hide the wood’s grain from sight entirely.

“It looks like it was created by Gaia herself,” Tara whispered almost reverently. “Goddess, this magic is beyond amazing!”

The cross was mounted on a stone pillar that the blonde witch had coaxed into growing from the stone floor, merged into the foundation of the building. The meeting point between the pillar and the cross was on a pivot so that the cross could be tilted and locked into place in three positions, fully upright at ninety degrees to the floor, tilted at forty-five degrees, or flat out like a table about three feet off the ground- perfect for play.

‘Of course, it would take someone with Buffy’s strength to lift it back upright once it’s laid down,’ Tara thought, remembering the magical effort it took to move the massive form. She ran her hand over the smooth surface, taking in the wonderful texture and grain of the wood.

The only other piece of furniture near the cross was a simple wooden chair, placed about six feet away, facing the cross.

“Oh goddess! This is so exciting!” Tara breathed out as images of the events she had planned for this night played out in her mind. She looked at the array of toys laid out on a separate piece of black velvet across the foot of the bed; items of polished black leather, gleaming chrome, crystal clear Pyrex, and a special treat in a steel bowl, covered for now by one end of the blood-red towel on which it sat. The condensation on the sides of the steel necessitated the towel, as well as hinting at the contents of the bowl.

The last thing she checked was herself in the full length mirror near the dressing area. “Buffy and Willow are going to absolutely melt when they see this,” she whispered proudly. A black, custom fit corset girded her torso, squeezing her into a modern version of the Victorian hourglass shape. Instead of built-in cups to support her large breasts, the corset flared slightly in the front, and rose high enough that her breasts were pushed up and in, leaving the entire top halves presented as a pillow of creamy white flesh threatening to spill out of the funnel of black leather. The barest slip of silk covered her already-wet and swollen vulva- leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

‘Not the most comfortable thing I’ve ever worn, but as long as I don’t have to bend over very far, I’ll be ok,’ she thought humorously. ‘So worth it though; with this thing I’ve got a sexy shape that puts me right up in my girls’ class!’

The only other thing she was wearing was a pair of knee-high boots, also in black leather of course, with 6 inch spiked heels that clicked on the stone floor as she walked. ‘Of course I had to resort to magic just to walk in these things, but there’s no way I could wear flats with this outfit!’ She grabbed a red silk robe and put it on, covering her from neck to toe, thinking, ‘I can’t wait to see their faces when I uncover!’

Tara licked her lips and whispered, “Ok, it’s playtime!” and turned to walk out the door.

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“Mmm, you two look *so* good together!” Tara said loudly, alerting her lover’s to her presence.

Buffy was lying on top of Willow, both still dressed, stretched out on the couch. The Slayer’s hands were buried in her pet’s hair, while the redheaded witch was kneading Buffy’s ass over her jeans. At the sound of her voice, they hastily broke off their mutual oral exploration and quickly sat up.

‘You two look like you just got caught making out by your parents!’ Tara thought with a delighted laugh at the expressions on her lover’s faces.

“Um, sorry. Didn’t hear you coming...” Buffy muttered, eyes down as if she half expected a scolding. Willow just sat quietly with her eyes down.

“What did I tell you to do when I left, Slayer?” Tara asked in a gentle, but definitely ‘Mistress’ voice.

“You said to play with my pet till you got back, and to keep hands outside of clothes, Mistress,” Buffy replied without hesitation.

Tara walked over to stand in front of her still sitting pet and cupped Buffy’s cheek as she quietly asked, “And did you do that, my sweet Slayer?”

“Ooohhh... yes Mistress!” the Slayer said with a visible shiver as she leaned into Tara’s touch.

Tara’s voice was dripping with arousal as she commented, “I can’t tell you how much I love seeing you two like this, hair all mussed from needy touches, lips kiss-slicked and swollen, skin flushed with lust... You’re so beautiful together!” She reached out to caress Willow’s face as she was Buffy’s, adding, “I could watch the two of you for hours!”

Buffy boldly reached over and caressed Willow’s breast through her blouse, speaking in a seductive voice, “Is there anything... special... you’d like to see?”

‘Oh, tempting...’ Tara thought, dropping her hands back to her sides. ‘but not this night!’

“As much a I would no doubt enjoy seeing you two perform together, I have other plans, my Slayer,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Yes Mistress.” Buffy said, dropping her hand from her pet’s chest.

“Buffy, I want to ask something of you... I would like for you to relinquish your pet to my control for this night...” Tara began.

“Of course my Mistress,” Buffy quickly answered. “All that I have, all that I am is yours to command my Mistress!”

Tara’s heart warmed at her pet’s declaration. “I know that, Slayer. However, this is one thing I will always ask, not command, of you.”

Buffy tilted her head and had a confused look on her face.

“Willow belongs to you alone, Buffy. If I take her back as I please, then she isn’t really yours...” the blonde witch explained.

“And I will always say yes, my Mistress,” Buffy said with conviction in her voice and adulation in her eyes.

Tara couldn’t help but well up with joyful tears at that. She looked at both of her lovers and saw equal devotion in Willow’s _expression_. “There are moments even still when I cannot believe how incredibly blessed I am to have the two of you in my life!” she whispered intensely. “I love the two of you more than life itself!”

Before tears began flowing, Tara shook her head and made an effort to be Mistress Tara. “So then my Slayer, you agree to relinquish your pet to me tonight?”

“Yes my Mistress. For tonight, my pet is yours,” Buffy said formally.

Tara turned her attention to her redheaded lover. “Look at me, pet,” she instructed.

Willow looked up, meeting the blonde’s eyes.

“Who do you belong to?” Tara asked quietly, but firmly.

“Tonight I belong to you Lady Tara.” Willow answered softly. Her face betrayed the lust and anticipation that her voice had not.

“Then assume the position, pet,” Tara said, pleased. “You too, Slayer!” she snapped, enjoying the rush of power that came from dominating the two most powerful women in the world.

Despite the head start Willow had, Buffy managed to put her newfound speed to use and ended up naked on her knees before Willow even had her bra off.

Despite being a distant second, Willow managed to assume the position with remarkable alacrity herself. ‘Mmm, someone’s very eager... some-two really!’ Tara thought happily as her pets obeyed her command with enthusiasm.

“Last week we promised you a surprise, pet,” Tara began. “Unfortunately other events interfered, and we never got around to it. I intended to make up for that tonight.”

Tara smiled in delighted anticipation as neither girl broke position in the slightest. ‘Oh, my girls! I can feel how excited you are, but you’re being so still... I’m so proud of you... you’re such good pets!’

Slayer, you stay for the moment. Pet, stand up and follow me,” Tara instructed, turning and walking back to the master bedroom without bothering to watch for compliance.

The moment that Tara entered the door and stepped aside to allow Willow entrance, she heard the redhead gasp and then moan softly. “Do you like what you see, pet?” Tara asked softly, a thrill of warmth in her belly at the redhead’s reaction.

“Lady Tara...” Willow breathed, clearly overwhelmed. “I... it’s absolutely amazing!”

“Step up onto the cross, pet,” Tara softly instructed, her heart beating fast with expectation.

“Oh, yes, Lady Tara!” Willow cried, jumping into place, holding her wrists up to be cuffed into place.

Tara hesitated for a moment, taking in the image before her. ‘So, so beautiful...’ she thought with a tender ache in her heart.

Moving forward to attach the restraints, Tara said, “For tonight, you may call me Milady for short if Lady Tara becomes too cumbersome during our play...”

“Yes, Milady Tara,” Willow replied. “Thank you, Milady.”

Tara stepped back and once again took a moment to stare at her redheaded lover. “Mmm, Mmm, Mmm!” she hummed in delight. Walking over to the foot of the bed and picked up the flog. She turned quickly, spinning the lower part of her robe around her legs.

‘Mmm, silk, leather, and willowskin... I love them all!’ she thought salaciously.

“Pet you look so sexy... all that pale white skin against the black wood...” Tara said, trailing the leather thongs of the flog over the length of Willow’s torso. “I love your stomach... it’s going to look so good with red stripes across it,” she crooned in a low, rumbly voice.

“Ohhh,” Willow groaned quietly.

“You like that idea, pet?” Tara asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes Milady, so, so much!” Willow cried softly.

“Mmm, later pet... I have other things in mind for you first... and your Mistress!” Tara said, her voice full of wicked promise. “I’m going to bend your Mistress over that chair and whip her ass until it’s bright red... would you like to watch that?”

“ooohh goddess! Yes Milady!” Willow groaned.

“Then I’m going to take her with a strap-on until she begs me to let her cum, I won’t though, I won’t let her...” Tara taunted. “Then I’m going to put her in that chair and strap her hands and legs to the sides and let her watch while I go to work on you.”

“Mmph!” Willow bit back her whine as her face twisted with lust and need.

“Oh Willow my sweet little pet, I have so many things I’m going to do to you...” Tara promised lustily. “I’m going to make you scream and cry in pleasure and pain before I’m done with you!”

“Yes Milady!” Willow panted. “Oh goddess yes please!”

“I want you to know that I’ve shielded this room against any magic entering, or exiting... so I don’t want you holding back, do you understand? When I finally let you cum, I expect the whole room to shake with you!” Tara explained in no uncertain terms.

Willow’s eyes widened in surprise, and she whispered, “Y-yes Milady...”

“Such a good pet,” Tara said. “Now, as beautiful as you look just chained up like that... I think a few accessories are in order.”

Tara stroked the handle of the flog along the column of the redhead’s throat, down between her small but well shaped breasts, across her navel and to her smooth-shaven sex. “Pet, I need you to hold this for me for a minute, ok?”

“Um... oh!” Willow’s momentary confusion cleared right up as Tara slid the pommel of the flog inside her slippery pussy. “Y-yes Milady!” she gasped.

“Don’t drop it pet,” Tara admonished as she walked away to get the ‘accessories’ for the redheaded witch.

“No Milady!” Willow assured the blonde, her voice breathy and sounding desperate.

‘Now, lets see...’ Tara thought, perusing her toy box. ‘Nipple clamps, definitely... something light, though. She’ll be wearing them for a long time.’ She picked out a pair with adjustable tension, and wide, flat, rubber tipped jaws. ‘Mmm, these’ll feel like nothing at first... but by the time I’m ready to take them off she’ll have a hard time paying attention to anything else,’ she thought happily.

‘Of course, I can’t have her getting too distracted, so...’ Seeing a toy that Willow had just recently acquired on the net, Tara thought, “Oh that’s perfect. I’ve been wanting to try that during a play-session... of course I’ve been thinking of trying this during a research session too, but that’s for another time.’

Tara took the twin pronged, remote controlled vibrator, and the clamps, and returned to her bound lover. “Lookie what Lady Tara found, pet!” she said, holding up the chrome vibrator. “Just think, I’ll be able to drive you mad without even having to touch you!”

Willow’s whine was almost frantic.

“Oh, I can see by the look on your face that you like that idea, don’t you pet?” Tara asked seductively, pressing and twisting the flog’s handle to punctuate her question.

Willow’s head nodded frenetically and her voice was nearly unintelligible, “Uhn, yess Milady!”

Tara pulled the flog out of her pet and smiled at the sight of the secretions coating the handle almost all the way to the hilt. “Oh you got the handle all sloppy! Now I can’t use this, it’ll slip right out of my hand...” Looking up at Willow’s face she modulated her voice into pure innocence, asking, “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

Shaking her head vigorously, Willow agreed, “No, Milady!”

“Whatever shall we do?” Tara asked rhetorically.

Willow’s mouth fell open and her tongue reached out towards the flog as if it had a will of it’s own.

“Do you think you could clean this for me, pet?” Tara asked, enjoying her naughty/innocent act for the moment.

Willow again nodded, apparently beyond speech at this point.

‘Poor pet, you are definitely in for a long night, but I know you’ll enjoy it!’ Tara thought as she held the whip up to the redhead’s mouth. ‘Goddess! You’re not the only one who’s going to be mad with lust before this night’s out!’ she thought as she watched Willow feverishly lick and suck her own sweet syrup off of the leather.

She took advantage of Willow’s distraction and slipped the first clamp on one of the redhead’s turgid nipples. The bound witch’s answering gasp shot straight to Tara’s own soaked center. By the time she had the other clamp in place, Willow had finished her task.

“All done?” Tara asked.

“Yes Milady!” Willow panted.

“Very good,” Tara said, examining the handle and finding it to her satisfaction. “Now lets get this in place, and I’ll go get your Mistress,” she added, rubbing the surface of the rear-plug through the copious lubricant between Willow’s legs. The plug was flared out from a narrow base so that it would stay put inside her pet, while the vaginal prong was a smooth cylinder with a curved tip to stimulate the g-spot region.

She smiled at the ease with which both prongs slid into her obviously eager pet. “I suppose I should test the remote,” she muttered, looking down at the keychain-like device. It had two sliding buttons, one marked ‘F’ and the other ‘B’. She slid the ‘F’ button up roughly a fourth of its available distance and was rewarded with a grunt and soft moan from her shackled lover.

“Well, the front works,” she said, turning it off and doing the same to the rear. A gasp this time demonstrated that the toy operated as advertised. Turning it off as well, Tara said, “Good. Now, let’s get started!”

She walked out of the room and went into the great room. “Slayer, you’re just as I left you.” Tara reached out with the handle of her flog and put it under Buffy’s chin, tipping her face up.

‘You know, seeing that kind of adoration in your eyes is completely addictive,’ Tara thought warmly.

“Such a good pet! Now, stand up and come along,” she said, eagerly anticipating her pet’s response to the room’s changes and additions.

There was a definite strut to Tara’s walk as she led her pet to the bedroom. ‘Even the binding feeling from this corset doesn’t seem that bad,’ she thought as her excitement kept increasing. ‘I love, love, love being Mistress Tara! Not even casting feels as good as this does...’

As expected, a gasp escaped Buffy’s lips the moment Tara entered the room and stepped aside. “Do you like what you see, my Slayer?” she asked saucily.

“Oh... God yes, Mistress!” Buffy gasped, dropping to her knees at the sight before her.

“Glad to hear it pet,” Tara said as she draped the leather strips of the flog over Buffy’s back. The Slayer’s skin twitched in a shiver and Goosebumps rose up as Tara tickled her with the same instrument she’d soon be using to stripe that tawny flesh.

Tara dropped the handle of the flog, leaving it draped over the Slayer’s shoulder as she walked out into the middle of the open space between her lovers. “Look at me my pets,” she instructed. When their attention was on her, she made a show of untying the sash and shrugging her robe off.

‘Stereo lust!’ Tara thought with a giggle at the resulting twin gasps and moans from her lovers.

“Now then, stand up Slayer. I want you to stand behind that chair,” Tara instructed, gesturing toward the wooden chair that faced the bound redhead.

“Yes Mistress,” Buffy said, bouncing to her feet and hastening to obey.

Tara sauntered over to her Slayer and wrapped a fistful of hair in her hand, tugging her head up. “Look at your pet, Slayer. Isn’t she just the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, all trussed up like that?” Tara growled in Buffy’s ear.

“Oh God yes! She’s so beautiful Mistress!” Buffy panted.

“I’m going to do wonderful things to your pet, but first I’m going to get her in the proper frame of mind. Do you know how I’m going to do that?” Tara asked, her voice dripping with honey sweetness.

“Nuh... no Mistress,” Buffy grunted as Tara used her free hand to scratch her nails across the Slayer’s tight tummy.

“Hmm, you don’t know?” Tara whispered in her pet’s ear, continuing to play her nails over her lover’s smooth flesh. “no idea whatsoever?”

“M-mis... Mistress... right now I c-can’t th- th- think at all...” Buffy gasped and stuttered.

‘Goddess, I feel as though I’m on fire with desire!’ Tara thought. ‘Something... something...’ a feeling nagged at the edge of Tara’s consciousness for a moment, but it flitted away before she could grasp it. The flesh in her hands overwhelmed her senses once again and she quickly forgot about anything else.

“Shall I tell you how, my sweet, sweet Slayer...?” Tara crooned, her nails running down almost to the seam of wet flesh at the apex of the petite blonde’s thighs before scratching back up again.

“Pl-please... if it pl-pleases you, Mistress,” Buffy hissed.

“It does, my Slayer,” Tara breathed. “Look at the lust and desire on your pet’s face up there,” she tipped Buffy’s face up to see what she was indicating. “That pleases me very, very much. And to drive her even more insane with lust I’m going to let her watch while I turn your smooth, delectable flesh red with the lash and then I take you from behind until you beg me to let you cum.”

‘Oh goddess that’s music to my ears!’ Tara thought as Buffy let loose a loud and desperate whine. She ground her teeth, feeling a hunger inside unlike anything she could remember.

Tara grabbed the flog and pushed Buffy’s head forward, bending her over the back of the chair until she was up on her tip-toes, with the back of the chair pressed into her waist. Tara willed the shackles at the foot of the chair to close about the Slayer’s ankles, and the shackles at the front of the seat to secure themselves around her wrists.

Stepping back, the blonde witch breathed, “Absolutely beautiful,” she breathed. Buffy’s ass was pointed up in the air, and her legs were showing their muscular glory as she strained up on her toes. “Isn’t she beautiful pet?” she asked the red witch on the cross.

“Oh yes, Milady!” Willow cried softly.

Tara brought the flog down on Buffy’s upturned ass with a resounding smack.

“Ahh! God yes Mistress!” Buffy cried out as Tara began laying strike after strike on her pet’s ass and thighs.

Buffy’s skin began to glow ruddy red all over from the top of the cleft of her cheeks, down to the backs of her knees and every strike, every cry was a wave of pleasure through Tara’s body. ‘Yes, yes, yes! Goddess, so good!’ she thought as her body began to quiver. Finally she cast aside the whip and strode to the bed, quickly fitting the strap-on harness to her waist and crotch.

As she turned back towards her well-whipped Slayer, she noted Willow’s wide-eyed, panting countenance. “Oh, I almost forgot,” she said with a leering smile. She took the remote control she’d clipped to her corset and began manipulating the buttons so that first one probe vibrated at full speed, then the other.

Willow began crying incoherently and writhing on the cross like she was dancing in her restraints. “Delicious!” Tara sighed.

She alternated the vibrators several times, and then dropped them down to the lowest setting above off. ‘Absolutely delicious!’ she again thought as Willow was reduced to the barest quiver and a low, continuous groan.

Tara clipped the remote to her bodice once again and immediately strode over to Buffy. Only the height of her heels allowed her to be in line to penetrate her Slayer, bent as she was over the back of the wooden chair. Grabbing the girl’s hips, Tara slowly slid the false phallus deep down into her pet’s sloppy sex.

“Ahh, do you like that, Slayer?” Tara asked as she began deliberately moving back and forth within Buffy’s wet sex. “I picked one of the Pyrex toys, pet. Doesn’t it feel delicious? So hard, so much harder than any man could ever be...” she crooned as she slowly withdrew, and then snapped her hips forward, slamming deep into her pet and slapping loudly against the hot red skin of her ass.

“Please, Mistress, please,” Buffy cried over and over as Tara took her, utterly possessed her.

“Goddess, I almost wish I could feel how hard you must be squeezing against it...” Tara mumbled, feeling the resistance of Buffy’s tight channel as she stroked in and out. “You’re so unbelievable! So sexy, so hot!” she cried as she sped her tempo. Over and over for long minutes she pounded into her pet, enjoying the power of the position, as well as the delicious way the base of the glass dildo smashed repeatedly against her clit.

‘Oh goddess!’ Tara thought in amazement as a nimbus of crackling energy began to surround the two blondes. Before another thought could cross her mind, Tara found herself shuddering as a strong and unexpected orgasm exploded through her.

“Oh Slayer!” Tara shouted, collapsing over her bound pet.

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