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Subject: {ASSM} Hunger (Buffy Fan Fic)(F/F,f-solo. Light bdsm)
Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 20:10:04 -0500
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This is a story set in the Buffyverse.  I don't own Buffy, someone else 
does.  The story is mine though, as I suspect that you'll never see *this* 
aired on Fox or anywhere else!

This is an NC 17 work, as are all things written by Dark Pen.  Usually my 
work is a bit... stronger then this, but that didn't fit the story... not 
yet, anyway.  If there is interest, I'll write and post a part 2.  This 
story contains the following: F/F,f-solo. Some bdsm (not much-yet.)



Normal Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction.  If you are under whatever arbitrary age your
elected officials have decided to choose for viewing adult material, 
understand that you will be breaking the law if you read this.  If you get 
caught, don't blame me because your parents can't keep track of you.

Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that matter).  
Some of it could be very dangerous.  If you have a hard time telling fantasy 
from reality, please don't read any of my writings and go seek medical help.

If you are a religious fanatic of any flavor and you hate my stuff, please 
note that you shouldn't be here to begin with - no one forced you here.  If 
you are offended by sexual liturature (such as it is) then go visit 
somewhere else.

This story may not be posted on any pay site.  It may not be archived with 
out permission from the author and if it's reposted, this information must 
remain with it.  Copyright c 2001 Dark Pen.

~Dark Pen
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Hunger Pt. 1

	Dawn stood at the door, her hand raised in the air to knock.  Was this 
really a good idea?  She almost chickened out, but her thoughts flashed back 
to the last two weeks and, almost without thinking about it, she knocked.

	She held her breath as she heard a shuffling noise from the other side, 
then the door popped open.

	"Bit?  What are you doin' here?"

	"Ummm, Spike!," said the girl, jumping. "Hi!  I just thought I'd drop 
by..." she trailed off uncertainly and looked at the ground.  He stared at 
her a moment, a slight frown on his face, then backed away and waived her 
in.  The girl entered with a false bounce in her step.  She was nervous 
about something.

	"Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

	"Yea, well, ummm, Buffy's away until Sunday, and Willow's been acting kinda 
strange, ya know?"

	They moved into the tomb and Spike sat down on the decrepit lounge chair.  
This early in the morning he didn't like visitors, especially the Slayer's 
sister.  He'd gotten, for the first time since he and Dru split, a taste of 
great sex, and it had fired his blood.  Spike liked his play rough, and the 
slayer had the body to take it.  He was getting hard just recalling their 
encounter, the feel of her body, such a contrast between soft and hard, how 
she felt as he pounded into her, the rich smell of her sex ... wait a 
minute.  He looked over at Dawn, now sitting at the edge of the 
sarcaughagus, and his eyes narrowed.

	"So, lil' bit, what brings you here today?  Thought maybe you could hide 
out here and skip school, eh?".

	"Um... yea.  Just wanted to hang out for awhile," she said in an uncertain 
voice.

	People tended to forget several things about Spike.  While they never 
forgot that he was a vampire, they often forgot just what that meant.  He 
was strong, had better vision, hearing and sense of smell then a human.  And 
of late, they were forgetting that he was, above all, evil.  That was thanks 
to his relationship with the slayer.  Just as good people could be corrupted 
by evil, evil could be 'corrupted' by good.  Spike knew that when Buffy died 
again, (she was, after all a mortal in a dangerous line of work) he would 
eventually revert to evil.  It was only because of a promise to Buffy, that 
when she died the last time, he had continued to help protect Dawn and the 
rest of them.

	He looked at the girl again.  He could smell her, the life that ran through 
her body, the combination of fear and excitement, and finally, her intense 
sexual arousal.  It was getting to Spike in a big way.  He had a quick 
flashback of one of the last girls that he and Dru had shared.  They had 
both enjoyed torturing girls, and ones that were Dawn's age, around 14 or 
15, were usually their prime targets.  They had been very skilled at forcing 
their victims to orgasm using pain and very small amounts of pleasure, 
keeping them for days to enjoy their suffering.  The ones that they hadn't 
killed at the end had been unsuited for normal sex for the rest of their 
lives.  Dawn would have been a prime target.  He allowed himself a quick 
fantasy, imagining Dawn in his 'care'.  No one but he knew that he could do 
what ever he wanted to Dawn and the chip in his head wouldn't stop him.  She 
wasn't human.  No matter that she looked and acted just like a human, she 
was really a construct.  He could have fed on her at any time, but because 
of the slayer, he had chosen not to.  Considering how she smelled, perhaps 
there were other games that she was interested in... Naa, he thought.  
Buffy'd kill him for sure, although he wasn't as helpless against her as 
he'd been before her death.

	Dawn was really nervous now.  She didn't know what to do, she had no plan 
or ideas.  She just knew that if she couldn't satisfy the cravings shooting 
through her body she'd go crazy.  Dawn closed her eyes and wondered what to 
say.  She didn't understand why she was feeling like this or what to do 
about it.

	Two weeks ago, Dawn had been walking up the stairs in the house.  Tara and 
Willow had still been together, although things were getting increasingly 
strained between them.  Even Dawn could tell that something was happening 
with Willow.  It was sort of late, and Buffy was out on patrol and Dawn had 
thought that Willow and Tara were also out.  Dawn was a normal fifteen year 
old, but she had a very high sex drive.  She masturbated almost every night 
before sleep, but her fantasies were pretty normal.  She didn't penetrate 
herself because she really wanted a boyfriend, if Buffy ever let her date, 
to take her virginity.  She just knew that the right one would come along 
eventually, and she satisfied her cravings by rubbing and caressing her 
prominent clit.  Tonight she looked forward to a more extended session since 
she was alone in the house.

	This night though, as she passed by the bedroom Willow and Tara were in, 
she noticed that the door was open a crack and there was a dim light coming 
from the room.  Quietly, she crept up to the opening and looked through.  
What she saw made her freeze in her tracks.  Tara and Willow were making 
love in the bed.  At least she *thought* they were making love.

	Willow's back was to the door and she was running her hands over Tara.  
They were both nude, but Tara seemed to be tied to the bed, a black cloth 
over her eyes, arms and legs attached at the corners with scarves.  From 
where she was standing, Dawn had a perfect view of what was happening.  
Willow was whispering something that Dawn couldn't hear, and Tara was 
moaning and panting, her body slick with sweat.  Dawn looked at Willow and 
admired the body of the slim witch, surprised by a sudden desire to run her 
hands over her smooth skin.

	Dawn had never been attracted to a woman.  She knew, in theory, that Tara 
and Willow made love but seeing it live and in person made it very real.  
She felt her own body respond, not that it would take much, considering the 
mood she was in.  She watched as the Willow moved to climb on the bed over 
her bound lover.  Dawn winced as she saw that Willow had a strong grip on 
one of Tara's breasts, her nails digging into the soft flesh.  Tara's nipple 
was hard.

	Willow knelt with her sex over Tara's mouth.  Dawn could see Tara 
struggling to reach it with her tongue, but Willow kept out of her reach.  
Dawn could feel her own nipples start to ache as her arousal grew.  She 
caught her breath when she saw that Willow had shaved her hair.  Not just a 
bikini shave, all of it was gone.

	"Ask for it lover," came Willow's voice.

	"Oh please, please Willow, I need you.  Please, I want to taste you, 
please!"  Tara's voice sounded very different from what Dawn was used to 
hearing.  It was soft, as always, but there was a hunger, a need in it that 
caused Dawn's body to tighten in ways she just wasn't used to feeling.

	"Oh, my love, you know that I want it.  But I need more.  Beg for it..." 
replied Willow, twisting Tara's nipple hard enough to make her groan. "... 
tell me that you want it."

	Tara panted, then whined as Willow cruelly pulled her nipple.  Her hips 
were grinding on empty air and Dawn could see the wetness gleaming between 
her legs.  Tara still had hair on her mons, but the lips had been shaved.

	"Please, Willow please, do it.  Use the belt.  I need it, I need you.  
Gods, please I need to cum."  Dawn was now very aroused watching and feeling 
the raw, sexual energy that the women were creating.  She could feel the 
energy being created by the witches on her skin.  Dawn watched as Willow 
reached out of her view with one hand and retrieved a belt.  She sucked in a 
breath - what was Willow doing with a belt?

	Seconds later, she had her answer.  Willow brought the belt down between 
her lover's legs with a loud spat.  Tara and Dawn both jerked, and Tara let 
out a loud groan.  Dawn was mesmerized, both fascinated and repelled.  It 
was obvious that Tara liked what Willow was doing to her, her hips were 
jerking up to meet the belt.  But it was scary.  She watched as Willow 
slowly lowered her sex onto Tara's mouth.  Tara groaned loudly and pushed 
her face into the slick flesh as soon as she could.  Shortly, Willow was all 
but smothering her lover, grinding her hips and pushing hard onto Tara's 
sucking mouth.  When she lifted to let Tara breath, Dawn could see her face 
was very wet, strands of thick slime stretched between Willow's sex and 
Tara's mouth.  Dawn was also very wet, and found herself wishing that 
someone would lick her there.  She squeezed her thighs together thinking 
about it.

	The whole time, Willow kept swinging the belt, striking her lover again and 
again.  Each time she was hit, Tara's hips jerked and rotated.  Then the 
energy Dawn was feeling began to change, becoming heavier somehow, more 
primal and raw.  The belt was coming down faster, and Tara was struggling to 
open her legs wider so she could be beaten.  Willow was panting and letting 
out little moans as she was licked.  Dawn could tell that they were nearing 
a climax, she was so horny herself that she thought she might orgasm with 
them.  It wasn't long before the women were starting to cum, Dawn was almost 
there herself just from the energy bleeding over her, when lovers came.  The 
orgasm between Tara and Willow was simultaneous, something that, had Dawn 
been more experienced with sex, she would have known was difficult to pull 
off.  They writhed together, the belt blurring down to smack Tara's 
vulnerable lips, as they came.  Just seconds and Dawn would join them.  Then 
she looked up at Willow.

	Willow was staring right at her and her eyes were a deep black, something 
that only happened when she was doing major magic.  Dawn's orgasm fled 
before the power in Willow's eyes, almost as if it was sucked away, and she 
stood frozen.  There was a roaring in her ears and she thought that she saw 
Willow smile.  Not a normal Willow smile, but something lust inspired, 
predatory.  Dawn fled, all thought gone.  When she came to herself, she was 
in her bedroom.  She looked at the clock and blinked - surely it hadn't been 
a half an hour that she'd stood there!

	She waited, huddled on the other side of her bed, hoping that she had just 
imagined Willow looking at her.  Another half hour passed before she dared 
to move.  She was cramped and uncomfortable, but she knew that she had to 
get up and go to bed.  As she stood, she realized that sexual energy was 
still running through her body, no doubt due to the fact that she had been 
denied her orgasm when it had been so close.  The girl opened her own 
dooryway and peeked down the hallway, but the door to Tara and Willow's room 
was closed and no light came from under the it.  Dawn sighed in relief and 
began to strip.

	She looked at herself in the mirror as she did.  Watching Tara and Willow 
have sex had somehow changed how she looked at her own body.  Would a woman 
find her attractive?  She removed her bra and stood looking at her lean form 
in the mirror.  She was only wearing her panties, but the powder blue cloth 
was soaked to a dark blue where her thighs met.  She could smell her arousal 
which was now flaring like fire in her belly.  Her hands caressed her 
stomach, then her breasts as she gently squeezed her thick, swollen nipples. 
  Usually, she enjoyed gentle pressure and light touches to her breasts and 
nipples while she masturbated.  Not tonight.  Something had been awakened in 
her, or so it seemed, and she needed more.  She closed her hands firmly on 
her breasts, then squeezed her nipples.  That felt good and she squeezed 
harder, and that felt even better.

	She pulled on the sensitive nubs and shivered at the sensation.  Her knees 
started to get weak, so she knelt in front of the mirror and spread her 
legs.  She had a new admiration for how sexy she looked and no longer 
wondered if a woman would find her attractive.  One hand stopped mauling her 
breast and she scratched her skin in a line down her belly.  The normal 
feather touches she enjoyed employing now gave way to the fire that her 
nails caused as they dragged down her body.  Her eyes were dilated and her 
breath hissed through her teeth as she roughly slid her hand over her soaked 
panties.  She was aware of her body and her scent as she never had been 
before.  She wanted, needed, something.  Her hips jerked as she road her 
hand and soon it wasn't enough, she needed to touch herself without the 
panties in the way.  She used both hands and quickly, almost savagely, 
pulled the soaked blue cloth off her body.

	Her scent was thick in the air, and it was turning her on.  Her mind 
flashed back to the memory of Tara sliding her tongue along Willows opened 
sex.  She wondered what that tasted like.  Dawn was familiar with her own 
scent, but had never felt the desire to taste herself.  She felt it now, and 
raised one hand to her lips.  The scent was even stronger and she licked her 
finger.

	Dawn almost growled as her arousal intensified.  She tasted slightly salty 
and a little sweet.  Her hand dove between her legs and she started to 
roughly pull and pinch at her erect clit.  It was sticking way out of it's 
hood and her hips jumped as she pinched it hard.  She was almost there... 
almost.  Dawn looked down and saw her panties.  Hardly thinking, she stuffed 
the wet crotch into her mouth and sucked, exploding into orgasm.  Her cries 
were loud, even muffled by the panties, but she was too gone to care, her 
orgasm the only thing in existence.

	She calmed down, panting, sweat running down her body.  Somewhat 
sheepishly, she spit the panties out of her mouth while one hand idly slid 
through her soaked sex.  She was tired, but still horny.  She got up and 
pulled back her covers.  As she did, she thought that she saw a shadow of 
something moving under the door, but her hand distracted her and she forgot 
about it almost instantly. She lay back and spread her legs, her hand 
running through the sparse hair on her mons.  Fingers resumed twisting her 
sore nipple and her hand once again started rubbing her clit.  As her 
arousal grew, she recalled more scenes of Tara and Willow.  She remembered 
Willow's small breasts, the nipples a deep coral and tight with arousal.  
She remembered the scent that drifted to her nose from the women, and it 
wasn't long before she was on her way to another orgasm, this time slapping 
rather then rubbing her clit.  She came again after that, then managed to 
stop herself and slide off into sleep.

	Dawn awoke the next morning, and the first thing she noticed was the smell 
of sex.  She was still horny and had to masturbate again before showering 
for school.  Over the next week, things only got worse for the girl.  She 
didn't see Tara and Willow in bed again, and in fact they split up.  Willow 
never said anything about Dawn watching them either.  Dawn figured that she 
was too distracted.  She now masturbated twice a day.  She found that it was 
really exciting to do it just after she put on her panties in the morning.  
She seemed to be horny all the time, and couldn't wait until she got to go 
to bed at night so that she could masturbate while sucking on her panties.  
She got rougher with herself, often slapping her sensitive breasts and sex 
and leaving marks on her skin with her nails.

	Things continued to get worse and by the beginning of the next week, she 
couldn't walk down a hallway at school with out fantasizing about some cute 
boy throwing her down and raping her.  By that Wednesday, she was looking at 
the girls the same way and Thursday, she had to hide in the girl's bathroom, 
pulling hard on her labia and scratching her clit with her nail until she 
came and regained some semblance of control.  She was going crazy, loosing 
control of herself and every one she knew seemed to be in the middle of a 
crises, so there was no one to talk to.  This morning, she realized that if 
she went to school, she'd do something that she'd regret.  So she went to 
the only person who she thought that she'd be safe with.  Someone who had 
protected her and who she hoped could help her figure out what was going on. 
  Spike.






~Pen~
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