Mercilessly

Buffy clenched her fists, her hoarse breath echoing in the humid silence of the room. She took a handful of red hair between her fingers, forcing Willow to lift her head. Tears had traced glistening paths across the witch's swollen face, her lips parted by stifled sobs.

"Can you feel that?" Buffy whispered, pressing her thumb against the purplish mark that encircled Willow's left breast.

Willow nodded.

Buffy uttered a spell, and instantly the marks vanished, but not the pain. Willow's body was untouched, but the suffering was even more intense.

"Spread your legs."

Willow felt her body refuse to obey her. She didn't understand. Buffy had never been a fan of magic, and yet she was manipulating it like a broken doll.

Buffy kicked Willow in the groin with her bare foot. The witch felt as if her clitoris would burst. Willow's body convulsed as Buffy's foot struck again, this time mercilessly, on her exposed flesh. A stifled cry escaped her, a searing, agonizing pain, her thighs trembling violently, spread apart by Buffy's magic.

Buffy leaned toward Willow, her warm breath against her ear. "You still think you're the most powerful witch?" Her fingers dug into Willow's hips, her nails tracing crescent moons across her pale skin.

The next kick was even sharper, a precise, brutal snap of Buffy's toes against swollen nerves. Willow screamed and begged, but Buffy continued about ten times before stopping. She grabbed Willow's hair to lift her head, which had drooped.

"Stop your theatrics," she said. "My foot is wet with your excitement."

Buffy spat in her face. Willow, half-conscious, knew Buffy was right. She had always hidden her masochistic and submissive side, but this treatment brought it all to light.

Buffy began to insert her hand into Willow's vagina, and it entered easily thanks to her friend's vaginal lubrication.

Buffy's fingers pushed deeper, her knuckles pressing against the swollen flesh. Willow arched against her bonds, a muffled moan escaping her as Buffy twisted her wrist—just enough for the stretch to burn.

"You still think you're in control?" Buffy purred, her warm breath against Willow's ear.

A moan was the only response. Buffy's free hand clamped over Willow's mouth, stifling her cries as her fingers moved faster, more brutally. Each stroke was deliberate, her knuckles rubbing against sensitive spots that made Willow's thighs tremble.

Buffy abruptly withdrew her fingers, leaving Willow gasping and empty. She stared at the wet glistening on her hand before rubbing it contemptuously against the witch's cheek.

"See that?" she whispered, squeezing Willow's jaw between her fingers. "That's what you are now. A slut who revels in her own pain."

A shiver ran down Willow's spine as Buffy pressed her palm against her stomach, slowly moving down toward her burning sex.

Buffy pushed her fingers in again, this time with a cruel twist that ripped a hoarse cry from Willow. Her nails scraped at the inner walls, each movement calculated to elicit both pain and guilty pleasure. Willow's icy sweat trickled between her trembling breasts as Buffy deliberately slowed, prolonging the agony.

"Look at me," Buffy ordered, gripping Willow's jaws, her sticky fingers leaving marks on her skin.

The whip cracked again, slicing through the air before landing on the inside of Willow's thigh. A muffled cry escaped her as fresh blood spurted from beneath the leather. Buffy's fingers dug into the sweat-drenched red hair, and she pulled her head back to expose the throbbing vein in her neck.

"Think it hurts?" Buffy's warm breath brushed Willow's ear, her free hand tracing the raised welts on her ribs. "This is just the beginning."

Buffy's gaze was feverish with hatred but also with desire, and that alone ignited in Willow a desire to please her, to give her pleasure.

Buffy brutally thrust her fingers in a third time, the knuckles slamming against Willow's pubic bone with sadistic precision. A trickle of saliva escaped the corner of the witch's lips as her body tensed like a bowstring, every muscle trembling under the ****.

"You're shaking like a female dog," Buffy growled, grabbing a handful of flesh from the inside of Willow's thigh, her nails digging in until they left purplish half-moons.