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Club Crimson

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy created the Buffy universe, not I. The story idea and all the other stuff I did make up though.
WARNING: S&M-Gore, rough sex, drug use. Be prepared.
Additional disclaimer this chapter for drug use - needless to say, don't try any of this for real.

There, sprawled out on a bed of pins, Willow guessed, was a young man, very young. He couldn't be barley eighteen, his young face twisted in what looked like pain. His hands and legs were bound to poles at each end of the 'bed' and sitting on his erect penis was a woman clad in leather. Her knees resting on soft pads on either side of him. She bounced up and down on him hard, and Willow managed to look down and see, small, steady drips of blood forming on the stone floor.

The man grunted and groaned in what seemed like pleasure, but his features held the true meaning. His eyes closed shut and his hands clenched with each movement of the tiny woman on top of him.

Willow wasn't sure if it was the drugs or her own hidden sickness that made her find it totally arousing but she suddenly wanted to be the man with the sharp points digging into her back. She wanted Tara to be on top of her, grinding down on her body.

Unaware the woman had stopped and turned her head to look at Willow, raising an eyebrow.

"Pull up a chair, or else take a hike." She said, very calmly. The man beneath her still grunted but was quieter as his Mistress spoke.

"Sorry." Willow mumbled closing the door gently.

Willow spun around and slammed her back against the door taking deep and shallow breaths all at once. She wasn't sure what to do. Tara wasn't there to greet her, she hadn't come save her from what she was seeing. Is this what Willow really wanted? Drugs or no drugs Willow's stomach turned and clenched with her clit.

What was happening to her? She couldn't go on like this all night, checking each room for Tara, or worse see her in the same kind of acts. Willow didn't think she could handle that. Seeing Tara give or receive pleasure from someone else. Jealously, fear, loathing, Willow couldn't place that feeling. She wanted Tara to give her all her attention, make her do things she never dreamed of and be totally hers.

How stupid could she be? Tara was the head Mistress, she must have tons of people beaconing at her call, on their knees ready to please her and Willow was just a newbie, green, never been touched or barely touched a woman, apart from the other night. She didn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman, let alone a Goddess such as Tara.

Bowing her head in shame Willow moved back towards the stairs, truly defeated in her own mind. Tara would want someone with experience, someone beautiful and perfect, Willow knew for sure she didn't fit that profile.

A tear, rolled down her face and she quickly went to brush away, but her wrist was caught by someone and shoved behind her back. Trying to get out a protest her other hand was grabbed and forced behind her. Before she could cry out a silk gag was slipped through her gaping mouth, being tied roughly behind her head. Willow's eyes bulged but those were also covered before she had a chance to even see now where she was being led.

Willow was sat gently in a chair and her legs guided apart and chained to it. Weather Willow wanted it or not her nightmares were about to come true and she knew it.

The blindfold was the first removed, and Willow's eyes squinted to the blinding light. Her gag remained in place and it took a few minuets for her eyes to adjust but finally she was able to look about the room.

Standing in each corner, totally nude, were the most beautiful women apart from Tara she had ever seen. Blonde, brunette, redheads, even mixed, each one of them staring at the floor with their hands behind their backs, a total submissive position Willow assumed.

It was a well furnished room and Willow managed to turn half way in her chair to look behind her. A giant, four poster bed with red, clinging silk sheets, nearly touched the ceiling. Massive pillows encircled around the headboard which was solid oak, entrapping a huge mirror.

Willow let out a low breath through her gag and snapped her head back to the opening door.

Tara stood at the doorway, leaning on the side, completely stunning. She wore a see-through black satin robe. She smiled impishly at Willow, twilling the sash in her hand. She hid nothing from Willow and watched as the tiny girl's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

"Do you want this, dear one?" She asked moving towards her trapped animal.

Willow couldn't think, her heart pounded and her body sang with what could possibly happen. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch Tara's soft skin, to feel her breath on her neck again, to kiss those pouting lips. Then she remembered what she was thinking earlier. She couldn't compete with anyone in this room. The girls at each corner, remarkably beautiful, more so than Willow thought she could achieve.

Guilt washing over her, she lowered her gaze to the floor and tried to hide behind her shame.

"Leave us." Tara bellowed, and the quick scurry of feet and the door shut quietly behind the entourage was all that was heard.

Willow chanced a glance up and saw Tara looking at her with a mix of pity and understanding. Tara leaned over her and untied her gag, her breast lightly touching Willow's cheek.

"Better?" She asked touching Willow's face.

Willow nodded and looked away again. What was she going to say to her? Nothing sprang to mind so she kept quiet.

"It's just us now, you can speak." Tara said gently. "This is the time for you to let me know what you want and what you don't."

Willow looked up at Tara in puzzlement. "You mean you ask what we want?"

Tara nodded and began to undo Willow's cuffs on her feet and hands. She moved away and sat on the bed, the slit of the robe trailing up her thigh. She patted the spot next to her.

Willow stood rubbing her hands, and cautiously moved towards Tara, sitting a bit farther away.

"Mistress can I be honest?" Willow asked looking at her feet.

"Yes of course. Please, like I said before that's the best way to be with me." Tara responded kindly.

Willow swallowed and nodded. "You're the first woman I've ever been attracted to before. The only thing I've wanted to do since I saw you was kiss you, and when we did it was the most wonderful thing in the world. But then you got angry with me, and it made me realize that I'm nothing, that I can't be great for you. You're the only thing I've thought about since I saw you in the market. It scares me Mistress."

Tara gave a tiny smile and stood up. "You have to understand, Willow, that in this world there are no room for feelings, only sex. The act of kissing presents something more than that."

"What do you mean?" Willow asked, cutting Tara off.

"That means, darling that I showed my true feelings for someone in front of my subjects. Sex is one thing, emotion is another." Tara finished sitting back down.

"What do you mean by emotion?" Willow asked becoming more excited. Maybe Tara liked her best of all and felt for her like she has never felt for someone before.

"You're not that dumb, Willow. I have other feelings for you." Tara said fidgeting slightly.

"Can I kiss you again, Mistress?" Willow asked boldly.

"When we are alone, of course you can, and call me Tara." She smiled, leaning in towards Willow.

They kissed and for the first time in ages, it seemed like, Willow was whole again. They stayed like that, for minuets, years, neither one of them knew but there was no denying the feelings coursing through them.

The girls finally pulled apart, Willow's eyes swimming and her head floating.

"Thanks for the drugs." Willow giggled looking at Tara.

"Well I wasn't quite sure what would happen tonight, if you wanted to be beaten or anything, but it would have subsided the pain for your first time." Tara smiled kissing Willow again.

"Thank you, but I'm not quite ready for that yet. I want to make love with you for my first experience, if that's alright with you Mistress." Willow giggled watching Tara's face light up.

"But I can't stand the fact of you being with other women, so I'm not sure if I should go through with it." Willow said quietly.

It was Tara's turn to blush and flash a bit of anger. "Since I met you I haven't had the desire to be with anyone else. It's been very odd. You are such a demanding specimen!"

Willow smiled at that, not believing the effect she herself held on Tara. But it pleased her to no end.

"We can't make love tonight though Willow." Tara said suddenly.

"Why?" Willow asked quickly. That was the one and only thing she ever wanted to do for the rest of her life.

"Because you're pretty drugged up Will. Look at your eyes." Tara whispered.

Willow leaned over and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were almost solid black and around her mouth was raw where she had gnawed on the gag.

"Yeah I guess you're right." Willow said, touching her face.

"Stay here tonight, with me?" Tara asked pulling Willow to her and hugging her.

Willow sighed and accepted the touch, leaning to one side. "I'm not even tired."

"No of course you're not." Tara chuckled.

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