Dawn reveals a secret.

Dawn puts her fists on her slim hips and pouts at me.

"Oh Spike, how could you." She wails.

"Hey." I say pulling out of the slayers hot pussy and gathering up my clothes.
"Buffy asked for the cuffs and she invited me here."

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy." Dawn shouts "This isn't about Buffy. When she was dead
you were my protector, my knight. I thought you loved me."

I stare at Dawn in surprise. Being a couple of hundred years old I guess I
think of humans as children, but looking at Dawn now I realise that the gawky
kid I remember is growing up. Her eighteenth birthday had recently gone and
her formerly flat chest had swelled.

"Spike, unlock me and get the hell out." Buffy orders.

"Shut up Buffy." Dawn snaps at her sister. "You run round like a bitch in heat
with every vampire who comes along so you have no right to stop me."

Dawn pulls her T-shirt over her head and as Buffy stares open mouthed in
astonishment Dawn stuffs the T-shirt into her mouth and ties the sleeves together
round the back of Buffy's head. Dawn turns back to me. She wasn't wearing a bra
beneath the shirt and her perky little breasts bounce enticingly as she moves.
Reaching behind her she unzips the skirt she wears and lets it slide down her
long coltish legs. Wearing only a pair of tiny white panties Dawn holds her arms
out to me.

"Make a woman of me Spike." Dawn begs.

I glance at Buffy, whose eyes shoot daggers at me as she lies handcuffed and
gagged on the bed. What am I to do?