Onto Willow

The flash quickly faded and Willow now found herself in the basement of Buffy's house, on all fours locked in cage.

That wasn't all. Her hair was long again like it was when she first met Buffy and the outfit she wore resembled something she would have wore back then as well.

Thinking for a few moments Willow remembered a lock picking spell to get herslef out of the cage, but it didn't work.

"That can't be right, I'm one of the most powerful witches in Calafornia, I should be able to pick the lock."

Failing with the lock picking spell Willow tried a few other incantations that might have helped her escape but nothing worked, she didn't seem to have any powers.

She suddenly began to panic, she always depended on magic to get her out of these situation, it was what made her strong and gave her power but now she was weak and helpless locked in a cage.

Just then the basement door opened

"Tara." Willow said as her lover walked in dressed rather unusually in a tight leather corset which was making her ample cleavage even bigger, a leather mini-skirt and thigh length leather boots with six inch spiked heels.

"You dare to show disrespect bitch." replied Tara walking own the stairs cracking a horse whip against her boot, "You need to be reminded how to reffer to me."

"The bitch acting up again." came a familiar voice from beyond the basement door.

"She presumed to speak my name." Tara replied back flashing a wicked smile at Willow

"I know that voice." Willow muttered as a shadow entered the doorway.

Steping into the light Willow recognised the familiar face of her former boyfriend Oz.

He walked down the stairs approaching Tara and then kissed her passionatly.

"Well if she is being disrespectful then I guess you'll have to teach her some respect." said Oz.

"This isn't right, you said you'd never love anyone but me, you both did." said Willow shocked by this sight.

"Love you, your just a stupid little slut something to amuse ourselves with." said Oz.

"Maybe you should teach her a lesson for making such a stupid asumption of herself." Tara said turning to Oz.

"But I thought you were looking forward to playing with." said Oz.

"I'll just call down my other pets to keep me amused, besides I like watching you in action."

Tara then walked over to a chair in the corner of the room and picked up a hand bell, the ringing of which prompted the arrival three more familiar faces, Faith dressed up as a slutty French Maid, Dawn as a Britney Spears esque school Girl and Buffy as a Christina Aguilera style whore. The outfits Willow recognised as ones she had placed a spell on to make the wearer adopt the personality asociated with it, as well as submitting to her will and had made frequently used her magic to make Tara put them on against her wishes and on occation even Buffy and Dawn then she would just use her Tabula Rasa herds to make them forget.

"How may we service you Mistress?" asked Faith in a sexy French accent.

"You can please me while we watch Oz show the bitch some respect."

With a wave of her hand Tara magically made the cage around Willow dissapear, along with her clothes and a set of thick metal bars surrounding the outer edge of the basement stopping a couple of meters infront of Tara and the others but encasing Oz and Willow appear.

"And remember, leave the cunt can't have the little virgin slut losing it now can we." said Tara.

"What?" but I'm not a.... I've slept with you Oz don't you remember."

Clearly he didn't and the fact that she even suggested it just seemed to make Oz madder. She hated the idea of oral or anal sex, although these days she hated the idea of cocks just as much, which is why she'd never given in to Oz's suggestions for either, and she wouldn't even use her tounge on Tara's pussy or ass, that was a job for the submissive lesbian, but now she figured that Oz was about to get what he wanted.