Angelus smiled and watched Buffy's little red haired friend twist against the chains. The Saint Andrew's cross was finally being put to use. He looked at the cage his slayer would eventually call home. The werewolf growled at him from within it.

"Now, now. Dogs must have good manners if they want to continue breathing." Angelus walked over to the cage. "I imagine you two know where my property is. Help me and I'll let you leave here breathing."

Oz's growl grew louder, and he threw his body against the bars.

"It's too bad you to haven't fully mated yet. I'd love seeing how that empathetic bond holds up under torture. Dru, darling, which one should I play with first?"

Drusilla sat up and let his satin sheets slide down her body, and she looked at both of them. "She burns when he does and will scream so prettily, Daddy."

Angelus walked around the cage and rubbed his chin. He picked up the cattle prod from the table and slammed it into the boy through the bars. Oz convulsed and dropped to the ground insensate.

"Well, Willow, I'm feeling generous. I'm going to let you choose. Your virtue or his? I really don't need information from you. My property will find its way back here soon enough with you two as bait. So make a choice." Angelus walked over to the cross and ran his fingers gently along her face. Willow shut her eyes and turned her head away from his touch. "If you don't answer me it will be worse for both of you."

He smiled and stroked his hand along her body, watching her shrink away from him. Drusilla watched with a silly smile playing across her face.

"Daddy, may I take some minions and go hunt while you play?" She walked gracefully toward him, her nude body decorated in quickly healing marks. Willow's eyes widened in fear as she watched the two vampires kiss.

"Enjoy yourself, my dear." Angelus ran a hand along her face and she shoved her head into it like a cat. He grabbed her breast and twisted her nipple, eliciting a small gasp.

"I will, Daddy." She giggled and ran from the room.

"Well, I have all this time to play and two new playmates. How quickly do you think my property will get here?" He walked around the room, his long strides eating up the space. "I suppose I will have to clean out her crate."

Willow whimpered and strained against the chains as Angelus opened the cage and yanked Oz's limp body out. He tossed the boy onto the bed and watched the body bounce with a smile curving his lips.

"Wake up, Oz. Run." Willow screamed as she pulled against the chains.

Angelus raised an eyebrow and turned toward the little witch. "Much as I love the sound of your voice, I think we're going to gag you. I want to hear his screams, and we can't have you trying out any little bits of magic can we? I need some time to enjoy this, but I don't want you to feel left out."

Angelus walked over to the bed and ripped Oz's tee shirt from his body. He ran his hands along the pale and freckled skin and slid his hand down along one arm while grabbing the shackle attached to the bedpost. Angelus snapped the shackles onto the boy's wrists and then buried his hands in his thick red hair.

"He's pretty. Really, both of you are. This will be fun. So nice of Buffy to provide me with such wonderful pets."

Angelus slid his fingers across Oz's chest and down to his waist. He quickly pulled off Oz's jeans and underwear, leaving the young man sprawled naked and chained to the bed he stalked over to Willow and smiled as he rolled the colorful boxers into a tight ball and shoved them in her mouth.

"You deserve something to suck on. I want you to enjoy the show." Angelus took the remnants of the tee shirt and wrapped it around her neck before tying it in a knot that forced the underwear further into her throat. "Watch and learn because when I'm done making little wolf boy a man. I'm going to enjoy taking your first blood."

Angel watched her eyes widen and stepped back to enjoy the view. He looked over at the bed and grimaced. "He's still too out of it. I guess I'll play with you a bit first after all."

He picked up a knife and cut off her colorful sweater, her corduroy skirt and her knit stockings. H smiled at the plain white cotton bra and panties.

"You look so sweet, Willow. I love it. Not one bit of lace on your virginal underwear, not even a tiny pink rosette." He ran his fingers along her body and ripped the bra straps shoving it down to her waist.

"Do you want me to be gentle with you Willow?" He breathed against her ear as he pressed his clothed body against her prone one. She closed her eyes and shook as she nodded her head. "You're not strong like Buffy, not woman enough to take me the way she did, but I can make it nice for you. Would you like that, Willow?"

She nodded again and tears streamed from her eyes as she dropped her gaze to the floor. Her whole body was quaking as he pulled her modest undergarments free from her body.

"You've always wanted to be like Buffy, the one everyone wants, the powerful one. It must be hard to live in her shadow. You are lovely, but do they see it? Does Oz secretly long for Buffy? I'll bet he does. Xander, Oz, even Giles, they all want her; all see her, but never you. Isn't that right?" His voice was soft and his hands soothing as they stroked along her naked form. He lowered his lips to her pale pink nipple and licked in in a lazy circle while he unbuttoned his silk shirt and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples hardened and he smiled as he licked up along her body. "I'll give you a choice. I'll let you pick. I'll be gentle with you now. It will be wonderful and sweet. You'll cry it will be so perfect. You can have that, but there will be a cost. I won't tell you the price for my benevolence. You just have to agree to it. Or I can fuck you and get it over with quickly with no debt owed. Do you want the gentle treatment?"

Angel trailed his fingers along her sides waiting for the nod he knew was coming. He kissed her temple with the slightest press of his lips and slid one hand along her hip giving a gentle squeeze. He felt her every inhalation. Breaking her was going to be such fun. He trailed little kisses along her forehead and down to her eyes. He smiled when she nodded and he pulled back to remove the gag and to let her off the cross. She fell into his arms as he freed her from the chains. He steadied her and stroked her, letting a She stood shaking and naked before him her big eyes staring at him as he pulled her against him for a gentle kiss.

He picked her up and carried her to the bead where her boyfriend lay unconscious. He carefully pulled the blanket up over Oz and smoothed the satin comforter before he laid her on top of it at the foot of the bed. He watched her look over at Oz and cringe, but she held up her arms as he placed a knee on the bed.

"Sorry that you can't have the bed to yourself, but just look at me and think about how everything feels, about how I'm touching you. It will be okay." Angelus let his weight down onto her body slowly.

"Okay." Willow looked up at him and he leaned in and kissed her with a press of his lips against hers. He teased her lips open and slid his tongue into her mouth twirling his tongue inside until she brought hers into play.

He touched her with long gentle strokes as he continued the sweet onslaught at her mouth. Her body quickly responded and he smiled as he broke their kiss. He felt her quiver under his touch as he played with her nipples.

"Are you enjoying this?" At her quick nod he dropped his mouth to her nipples and slid one hand down to rest at the apex of her thighs. He let the weight of his hand rest there until he felt her hips buck up and he slid his fingers into her wet folds. He slid his fingers around her hooded treasure and then trailed them to her opening. He barely dipped his index finger in and then he stilled his hand pressing the heel of his palm against her clit. He needed her to do the work, needed her to make the choices. It would sting all the more when she couldn't claim to have been forced.

Willow whimpered as he laved her breasts with his tongue. She writhed beneath his body, but he held himself still making her follow his few movements. He sucked her pale nipple into his mouth and felt her hands reach up and thread through his hair. He sucked harder pulling her flesh into his mouth and grazing the sensitive skin with his blunt teeth. He let the image of Buffy's trembling body fill his mind. He swirled his tongue around Willow's nipple and thought of Buffy's tiny gasps and the strength she'd been unable to control. He pulled back and stared down at Willow's face. Her eyes were closed and her breath was escaping from her in tiny pants. He waited for her to open her eyes. Oz was slowly coming around. He could feel the moment coming together perfectly.

He slipped his finger into Willow and found the tiny little membrane that he would rend in moments. Willow's eyes popped open and she raised her hips up trying to find the release she was craving. He pulled his hand from her and arranged his body so that the head of his cock nestled at the opening of her dripping pussy. He ran his fingers through her hair rubbing the scent of her arousal around her face.

"Are you ready? I need you to tell me you want this Willow." Angelus plastered a concerned expression on his face and stroked his fingers along her face.

"Please, Angel." Willow whimpered and tried to raise her hips but he pulled back.

"No, Willow. I need you to say my name. I need to know its me you want." Angel smiled at her and let the image of her open and bleeding throat play through his mind.

"I want you, Angelus." Her voice quavered but she reached up and pulled his mouth down for a kiss as he slid his cock into her welcoming body. He caught her gasp in his mouth. He started to move letting her find his rhythm.

Oz struggled to a sitting position and fought his chains as Willow stroked Angelus with hesitant hands. Her moans filled the room as Angelus pulled his lips from hers and thrust into her.

Oz bit his lips, refusing to allow the scream of rage and pain escape. Angelus looked at him and raised a mocking eyebrow as Willow started to writhe and plead. He trailed his hands down her body and found her clit. He pressed his fingers on either side of it and rubbed until he felt her go over into her very first orgasm. His eyes never left Oz's face.

Angelus let himself go and pumped into her with long hard strokes and she screamed out with the power of her orgasm. He closed his eyes and thought of his property hanging from the chains her blood dripping down between her thighs coating his hand and he felt his own orgasm explode. He gathered Willow against him, enjoying her trembling.

"Oh, Angelus." She kissed his chest.

"Glad to be of service." Angelus slid from her and pressed his fingers up into her gathering their combined juices and the blood she'd shed. He smiled and rubbed this through her hair as well. He saw her eyes dart down to his glistening, bloody member. "You're a woman, now, little witch."

Willow looked up at him as he pulled back. She hadn't looked at Oz yet. Angelus smiled and turned her head toward her beloved wolf. He saw the tears fill her eyes and grinned. Oz was pressed against the headboard with his head turned away and his eyes closed tightly.

"It's time for you to pay the price." Angel whispered against her ear. "Go, make your wolf yours. I want to watch you use your womanhood. Enjoy your power."

"But, I just… with you." Willow turned her face to him.

"Yes, and it was fun, but you do this or I'll have to hurt him. I don't want to hurt him right now. I'm feeling fairly generous. I could just kill him." Angelus shrugged and started to move, but Willow's hand landed on his chest.

"I'll do it."