Title: Doppelbanger

Category: Paranormal
Author Pen name: Knorg
Email: paxgronk@hotmail.com
Description: The vampire Willow from BtVS’s The Wish and Doppelgangerland episodes passes a dull afternoon. WARNING: Fdom, torture, flogging, NC, WS, sex, death-by-vampire.

“Bored now”

Willow had been awake for less than five minutes as she stalked through The Bronze. It was hours until sunset. She walked through the semi-darkness enjoying the fear as weaker vampires scrambled from her path, unwilling to become entertainment. She slinked through to The Masters chambers and found him working on blueprints.

“Can I play with the puppy?” Willow clasped her hands together in front of her chest as she asked. The Master looked up at her from his plans, and considered.

“No. The puppy is to weak at the moment, my child. If I let your wonderful natural exuberance lose on him now, you’ll kill him,” he told Willow, who pouted. She had simply hours to kill before night-time, and The Master was more concerned with keeping Angel around as a trophy vampire with a soul, than with her pleasure.

“All the others from last night’s harvest are dead! I want someone to torture. I’m bored.”

The Master glared at her over the factory plans he was making. In truth, he was joyful at her love of the kill. In centuries Willow was one of the finest, most vicious, most perfect killers he’d met, beyond even Angelus.

“The lesson my child, is always plan ahead. Now go. I have work to do.”

Willow left The Master’s presence into the darker main room of The Bronze, deep in thought. She the most vicious and loyal of servants to him, so why wasn’t he giving her what she wanted? She realised Xander hadn’t returned the previous night. She just knew he was having fun somewhere else out there hidden from the sun, slowly killing his way through a whole house, perhaps, but she was here and bored. Why…

A groan from the corner distracted her, and she was intrigued to find a young human man waking, alive and seemingly unhurt but for a knock to the head. Crouching next to him she saw traces of dust and mentally pieced events together. He’d seemingly been brought in as food the previous night but a fight had broken out between those who’d brought him in, and others. His scent had been hidden by corpses around, with nobody paying attention.

He was strong and handsome. Will realised he’d been in some of her classes when she was alive, and recalled him picking on Xander from time to time, making him an 18 year old Sunnydale High senior now. He was dressed in a doublemeat palace staff uniform, with Stu on his nametag.

“I haven’t had fast food in too long,” Willow said, stroking his face, “I normally get chicken… boc boc boc…the chickens are never fast enough.”

Others approached through the gloomy darkness at his groans only to flee quickly as Willow snarled at them, showing her vampiric true face. The leather-clad vampire picked up Stu over her shoulder and carried him through The Bronze. Willow took him down to the “dungeon” where Angel was locked in a cell. It was an ill-lit room with groves carved in the floor to drain blood. She kept all her fun toys in a chest down there, and she wanted to use some of them on the now mumbling 18 year old slung over her shoulder.

Leaving him against the barred door of Angel’s cell, she bent over her chest and rummaged for good manacles, taking her time. Stu finally awoke fully to see her leather clad behind a few feet in front of him. Black despair filled his heart; there could be no doubt where he was. The Bronze, the abattoir of Sunnydale’s doomed youth. Even so, Stu tried to run. He pushed himself up and made for the door, going through he felt ecstatic! He was escaping. He ran up through the club past dozing and wakeful vampires. He just needed to get out into sunlight and then…

…she caught him by the main doors, laughing at his crushed hope. Stu realised she’d wanted him to run, realised that was why the other vampires hadn’t tried to stop him. He lashed out at Willow, as she sidestepped and twisted his arm hard behind his back. Willow was so happy, her blood up from the chase. She forced the stumbling Stu back to the , as he began to beg and plead for his life.

“God, please, Ro… Rosenberg? Jesus, please, I can pay you.”

“Hmm… your money and your life?”

“No! please…”

“Well that isn’t much of a deal, Stu. Let’s play a game instead. Oooh! Murder in the Dark!”

Willow held the physically larger teen closer to her small frame, and ran her hand over his body.

“Why, aren’t you the buff one, stu?”

Angel raised his bruised head to see Stu being manacled to the outside of his cell door. Stu felt cold metal close around his wrists, and heard the chains that hung down to the floor and around the bars clinking almost musically. The chains were long enough that Willow would be able to have him sitting with his back to the bars and arms down as he was then, or turn him over onto all fours with ease. Angel dropped his head back into his private world of pain, feeling as close to true death as he possibly could without actually dying. He prayed to a god who’d long abandoned him to send the Slayer, to end his nightmare. He could do nothing for the boy.

“Stu…stu… stupid!” Willow laughed. She pushed a single finger against Stu’s forehead and forced his head back into the bars.

“We’re going to play until night time and then… I’ll let you go free!”

“Let me go?” he asked, terrified by the beautiful pale face smiling happily before him.

“Let you go?” Willow raised her voice “What do you think, puppy? Should I let him go?”

Angel lay motionless.

“I think the puppy thinks I should kill you. I think I’ll kill you instead. I like that part.” Willow rocked back on her heels, chin on fists, elbows on knees.

Stu knew the ways to avoid the vampires, the dull clothes, home by dark. He’d been caught on his way home, and he felt as if his life had ended then and there. He’d heard they didn’t understand the concept of mercy and resolved then and there to stop begging, to go out like a man. It was three hours until nightfall, and all he had to do was last until then.

“You know what Rosenberg? Fuck you, you dead bitch. Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving girl.”

Willow smiled at him, eager to break him. She waved a finger in front of his face and simply said “No.”

The vampire stood and walked back to her chest of toys, and lit a fire underneath her brazier. Stu saw Willow lay some sort of poker or prong into it, the handle sticking out over the side. As it began to heat Stu looked at his surroundings. He could see dark brown splashes around the walls. Wasted blood.

Willow picked up a short bladed chainsaw with reverent joy and started its engine. Walking back over, she slashed the spinning chain-blade before Stu, narrowly missing his chest. He yelped, trying to push back from the tool. Willow slashed again, and again, and again, at the boy before her. The chainsaw was spitting a song of hate into the darkness. Each time she scarcely missed, enjoying the squirming fear of the weak creature before her, carefully making sure she didn’t so much as nick him.

After a little while, she hit the kill switch and put the chainsaw to one side, returning to crouch astride Stu’s legs.

“Poor little I. I have to be careful with you. I don’t want to break you before the night comes,” she lent in close, “probably will though.”

Stu was cowing back against the bars, silent, remembering. As a jock type he’d taunted Xander Harris for being nerdy and pathetic and now his former sporting prowess and ability counted for nothing against Xander’s little geek friend. It had been nearly three years since she’d died. Nobody had seen anything too odd at first, Sunnydale had a storied and violent history, but the student deaths kept coming. In less than a year, the darkness swallowed Sunnydale. Willow ripped Stu’s Doublemeat Palace uniform off, showing his muscular chest, and then tore the pants from his legs.

“Doublemeat palace! Look at all that meat!” Willow, “much more than you get in a burger!” Willow stroked his chest gently with cold hands. Unexpectedly she pulled him close to her so his head rested suddenly against her shoulder. Stu didn’t resist.

“You’re naughty for not trying to snuggle me as if I was some geek you wouldn’t touch. You’re naughty for running even though it was kinda fun. You’re very naughty for your potty mouth. So I’m going to flog you.” Willow whispered in his ear, dropping him back against the bars. She walked slowly back to her toy chest, and pulled out a 16 inch horsehair flogger. Returning, she stroked it gently across Stu’s face, making sure she had his his attention. He looked up, and just as he made eye contact she reared back and flogged his chest.

“ARRGGGGGGHH!”

Willow held her arm back, looking at Stu trying to force himself into the bars away from her. It had stung worse than he’d been expecting. She took his arm and twisted him over onto his knees, crossing the chains running to his wrists. Then she proceeded to flog his back, growing ever more aroused at his groans, wanting to hear him beg. Standing over him, looking down, Willow was not the weak nerd to be pushed around, she was strong and powerful and he was nothing. The vampiric redhead continued flogging his back. She really let herself go and used up some of her jaded energy.

She began to grow bored after nearly half an hour; Stu’s cries had dropped off to weaker moans. He was in a lot of stinging pain, but he wasn’t really hurt too badly. Just how Willow wanted him. She tugged down his boxers, removed his socks and shoes, and left him naked in the chains before her, his chest and back showing red evidence of her power over him. Sweat dripped from the flogger as she put it aside heading back to her toy chest.

“As an athlete, you should know the importance of warming up before exercise.” Willow had returned and was standing in an instructing teacher pose, with one arm behind her back. Stu couldn’t see what she had planned, until she pulled a heavy Cat-O-Nine-Tails from behind her back. This time she ran the leather tails down own body, gently, sensually, before asking “Do you think he’ll feel this one, puppy?”

Angel said nothing, he rarely responded to Willow’s taunting. “Stu, the puppy doesn’t like my kitty-cat.” Willow knew that Angel had a soul, that he was a compassionate being, and had to be suffering to see and hear Stu’s pain. The Master hadn’t said she couldn’t mentally torture Angel, after all. “Puppy! If you were stronger and healthier I wouldn’t have to make do with this worthless boy. He’s really not as fun as you.”

Willow returned her attention to Stu, and he shivered under her cold gaze. The horsehair had hurt, and he suddenly felt sorry for little buzzing flies around their tails. Suddenly realised that to Willow, he was little more than they. The Cat looked cruel; Stu didn’t think he could take it, but still didn’t want to beg. Even so, he wearily asked,

“Please… Rosenberg… just kill me.”

Willow was surprised by the strength and clarity of his voice; though a little hoarse, he still seemed to have a lot more going in him than she was expecting by then. Clearly he had more strength and stamina than she’d realised; clearly he hadn’t been too badly affected by the stinging horsehair.

“Stu, I just realised something, if you make it to sunset you know right now when you’re going to die,” she whispered in close again, “Not many people get to know that secret in advance.”

Willow twisted the pained teenager in his changed, then forced him chest and face against the bars. Now she could flog his back. She ran the cruel tails down the muscled shivering back building the anticipation. Then she raised it and quickly brought the cat down onto his sore flesh.

“ARGHHH!”

Willow was pleased to get her best scream yet from him, and began to flog him in earnest, soon drawing blood with the cruel instrument of torture.

“SMACK!” “UGGGHH” “SMACK!” “NOOOO!” “SMACK!” “PLEASE!” “SMACK” “ARGGGH” “SMACK”

Willow beat him and beat him, as he huddled sobbing and weak under the force of her blows. Blood ran down his back to the filthy floor long before she stopped. The leatherclad redhead ran the individual whiptails over her tongue, tasting Stu’s blood, his life. He wept openly face down on the floor, his arms up against the bars.

After savouring his blood and suffering the beautiful, sadistic, vampire put the cat aside too. Stu was in the most pain of his entire life, worse than the time he tore his quad and was off sports for a year, or the time his collarbone was broken. He just wanted to die, each second an eternity as the vampire used his life, took her pleasure from his suffering. The chauvinistic jock realised that all he was, all he had been, had come down to this: a plaything for a superior species; A vampire, a woman.

Willow was purposely giving him a little time to recover and was leaning back on the edge her toy chest. The flaming heat of the hot brazier cast dancing shadows about the place, flickering across Willow’s sweetly beautiful face. Her eyes and ears filled with sweet suffering, she undressed out of her leather clothing. Willow stripped slowly, sensually, running cold hands over pale flesh.

“Stu?”

“uggghh…”

“Stu! Look stu-eee…”

Knowing that whatever happened, he would face more pain, he complied looking back over his shoulder through teary eyes. He saw Willow leaning naked by the brazier, her leather costume folded to the side.

“Turn around Stu.”

Stu did so, accidentally letting his raw back touch the bars behind him. Yelping he jerked away as the pain jolted through his body. His legs were again out before him, the chains again uncrossed up behind him, holding his wrists. He was leaning forward from the bars. Willow felt there was time for a brief chat.

“I remember your kind Stu, when I was weak and pathetic. Poor little Willow wouldn’t hurt a fly. You’d never have looked twice at me. I wanted a big beefy jock to snuggle, and now I’ve got one.”

Stu just groaned. His earlier thoughts forgotten, he was trying to beg her once again to just kill him. Through the pain he could see that Willow certainly seemed far more beautiful than he remembered her as a nerd. A perfect pale body with perky breasts, a cute red furred pussy and the best ginger-red hair he’d ever seen. Willow pulled the cruel metal prong from the brazier and Stu saw the end was red hot. It filled his world and even at Willow’s utter mercy he still felt more terrified of the poker than of her own demonic nature.

Willow walked slowly towards him, swaying her hips, the hot point out in front of her. Stu started gabbling incoherently, and finally lost control of his bladder and pissed himself, the liquid running into one of several small draining groves carved into the torture areas floor. That made Willow angry.

“Look what you’ve done! Filthy, dirty! On my floor! The Puppy never did that!” Angel hadn’t had much human food or drinks since his captured, and so hadn’t produced any waste. Willow flung her arms out in blind fury, the flung poker driving deep into a thick wall. Leaving it there, she strode forward and gripped Stu’s face hard enough to bruise. This was it, he thought, he was dying now. Willow regained control of herself and her temper, and Stu’s spark of hope died.

“Well. Two of us can play at that game, Mr bed-wetter”

Willow held his mouth open and carefully positioned herself. Stu realised what was coming a second before the stream of urine started. He couldn’t budge Willow’s iron grip as she filled his mouth, then squeezed off her flow with vampiric ease of control.

“Swallow.”

Stu did so feeling shamed. Less like an animal he was reduced to nothing but a receptacle for Willow’s waste. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice reminded him that’d he’d once wanted to treat the girls at Sunnydale High as receptacles himself. Easy sluts like Cordela or Harmony. Willow filled his mouth again, and he swallowed again, then she half filled it a third time, emptying her bladder. The taste filled Stu’s mouth, bitter, degrading; worse mentally than the pain of her floggings.

Willow left him, leaning limply with his head bowed and tears in his eyes, as she walked back over the other side of the room. The only sound his sobbing and dripping blood. Once there she pulled a large dildo from her toy-chest, and began to push it into her red-furred pussy as she stroked her perky breasts with her other hand. A sexual orgasm couldn’t match the act of taking a life for a vampire, but Willow sometimes enjoyed one as she built to the kill.

Willow moaned as she pleasured herself, thrusting her hips into the masturbation, and Stu found himself getting turned on. He couldn’t quite believe how deep she was thrusting the dildo, continuing for minutes. Stopping, she walked across the floor holding the toy insider herself. Halting before him again she started the inward outward motion on the sex toy right in front of Stu’s face.

“You want to snuggle now?” Willow asked, as Stu’s cock was stiffening. She pulled the dildo from her pussy and pushed it into his mouth, forcing him to taste her juices, twisting it in his mouth. He felt even more emasculated. Then Willow sat down, with her knees on either side of Stu’s legs and pushed him back, watching over his shoulder as his raw back slammed into the bars.

“IEEEE” he yelped, as the pain shot through him. She pulled him off the bars and then he felt Willow running her fingers across his back, playing his pain like a piano.

“OOAAAH! GOD! NO MORE!”

Stu saw her face change as she licked his blood from her hands. He looked into her demonically twisted face, so very close, her bright cruel yellow eyes. She held his gaze as she used one of her bloody hands to feed his slightly wilted erection into her.

Stu felt the vampire’s slippery pussy squeezing his meat, and groaned. He felt a little pleasure for the first time that day. After all the pain it was the best he’d ever felt, and suddenly he felt incredibly, insanely grateful to Willow. He tried to thank her as she rode him, even as she hurt him more. Stu was trying to lick and suck on her nipples. He looked down, seeing her hungry red bush swallowing his meat and spitting it out, over and over, as Willow thrilled to the taste his blood, to warm penetration. He felt a quick climax building, and started to hump into her, chasing it.

Cold fingers clutched his shaft hard before he came, cutting off his climax.

“I’m not ready yet! Willow told him, pulling herself off his shaft, he gasped, robbed of release. Willow stood and reached for his wrists. She held both his wrists easily with one strong hand. Stu momentarily struggled, but was too weak to budge. He felt Willow’s other hand on the back of his head, and then she was pushing her crotch down onto his mouth. Stu smelt the musky undead pussy against his face, a hint of her urine.

He licked, nibbled, tasted her snatch. After about a minute, he felt her pulling his chained left wrist up she hung her head down towards it. He concentrated on her clit, wanting to bring her off. Anything to keep her from hurting him again, anything to keep her from…

“owww!” He shouted into her pussy as he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. Willow had pierced the flesh with a fang, and was lapping at the blood that flowed as he lapped at her pussy. She held back from draining him dry in seconds as his tongue danced for her. Stu needed to drain his balls, needed to cum as much as he wanted to die. Willow was screaming obscenities at Angel, taunting her most regular, as she started to climax continually. She bit Stu more down his arm, little cuts, as she wanted him to moan more or work his mouth harder. It seemed an age before Willow lowered herself back down in front of him.

Blood was dripping down his right arm; he’d lost a lot more from his back. He was feeling woozy, weak. The pain had seemed to numb slightly through his body, though he wondered if it was just that he was growing slightly used to it. He saw Willow’s face was normal, human looking again, but for the blood smearing his chin that she licked with her tongue.

“You’ve been very naughty. I just don’t think you’re going to last until sunset after all.” She smiled at him, a look he vaguely remembered as a goofy expression after some line in a school presentation.

Stu felt beyond begging, living human garbage. Then Willow lowered herself onto his crotch again, and he went back inside her. She squeezed his cock with vampire strength, and he moaned, dragged back towards clearer thought. Willow began to ride him again, slamming herself down onto Stu, going for another climax on his prick. Again, he got into it, feeling his balls tighten. Suddenly, Willow was kissing his tear stained cheek, tasting his grief. Riding him harder. Willow’s tongue licking up. The spunk rose in his shaft and he arched his back. The exact same moment an incredible new pain lanced his skull. He continued pumping crying out in agonised climax along with Willow’s muffled orgasmic cry, warm seed spattering an infertile womb. Through one hazy eye, he watched Willow flick her head back, his eyeball on her tongue. She swirled it with her tongue before closing her mouth to swallow it whole. Still he continued to shoot into her, the greatest climax of his life.

Faster than he ever could have imagined, Willow’s teeth were in his throat. She kissed deeply biting passionately, draining the lifeblood from him as his last orgasm faded to black, gorging her bloodlust on the boy. Stu died in Willow’s arms as she gloried in his destruction, another victim to her demonic hunger and her cruelty.

The End!

Originally I was going to use Larry and set it actually during The Wish. Changed my mind because of a few continuity things like Angel being so beat up at the start. Still, I kept thinking of Stu as looking and being like Larry, but straight. Good character Larry, briefly shown, but with undoubted hidden depths. Putting aside Stu’s sexuality, Willow always seemed more like a Bi to me – ain’t no doubt in my mind she loved Oz and enjoyed the sex – and this story follows that, despite featuring no other female characters.

Human food and drink: Hey, Spike seemed to put away enough. It seems from my observation on the show that the bodies are capable of producing waste, as they can talk, and breath and the rest.