Willow felt a jolt through her entire body, the tingling skin on her rear sending little shock waves up her spine, and she was unable to resist the temptation of trying to rub her itching pussy against his jean clad leg.

"None of that," came the stern warning as the hand whacked her delicate skin twice in quick succession, with considerably more force, drawing a moan from Willow. She bit her lip to stop herself from wriggling, and was tersely ordered to put her hands behind her head, which she quickly did, forcing her into a new position that had her breasts rubbing against his thighs while her pussy remained maddeningly free of any possibility of friction.

"No, I did not need any reprogramming. My only goal is to give you what you want," came the silky voice as three more blows rained down on her exposed skin. "What you need," he murmured, moving his hand to gently stroke her reddened skin, and lightly pinch her upper thigh, drawing a gasp from his captive.

Willow could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, his cool hand continuing to rub her skin. "Do you like bad boys?"

Did she? She guessed she must. She could feel the liquid from her sopping pussy lubricating her thighs, and she couldn't remember ever being this aroused; not even when waking up after one of her many Spike kidnapping fantasies, which always had a very different ending to her real life experience with the bleached wonder.

Suddenly she felt his hand slap down hard on her arse, once, twice, again and again, until she could feel the tears starting to run down her face. She stifled a sob as she was sternly told, "When you are asked a question you will respond. Do you understand?"

"Yes Spike."

"Good girl," came the reply. "Anyway, you don't really need to answer. I can see that you do like it rough," he noted as he slid two fingers into her pussy, sawing them up and down to test the tightness of her muscles, then forcing in a third finger and plunging in as far as he could, repeating the movement several times until Willow could resist no longer and with a scream she came, her body quivering all over as he withdrew his fingers and put them in front of her face.

She forced her eyes open as his digits caressed her lips, and he told her, "Lick them."

Willow opened her mouth and sucked his fingers inside, enjoying the taste of her juices as she cleaned him thoroughly with her tongue, before being ordered to kneel.

She did it quickly, not wanting to anger Spike. He smiled with approval at her obvious desire to please, telling her, "I am learning new things about you all the time, little Willow. I see that you like to be punished, and that is why you need me. I can be just as bad as you need me to be." And with that he began to unzip his trousers.

A load crashing sound came from outside, and Willow's heart froze. [What the hell??] Spike rose to his feet, rezipping his trousers, and told the trembling girl, "Stay here."

Willow was only too glad to obey as Spike went out the back door to investigate.

Nervously pacing in the kitchen, Willow looked longingly at her clothes. She wondered if she should put something on - it would ruin the sexy mood a little, but being naked was only making her more uneasy.

Bad enough that Spike had been gone for at least five minutes - what if it were Buffy outside, or Giles? Not only would she have to explain why she had organised to have a Spikebot made, she would also have the dubious pleasure of having the conversation while butt naked. Reaching for her shirt she quickly buttoned it as she kept her nervous eyes on the windows. She should probably start to prepare her story: "Why I Made Myself a Life Size Sex Toy by Willow Rosenberg".

Despite the seriousness of the situation Willow felt a hysterical giggle forming on her lips. [Focus Willow! If Giles asks what's going on, just tell him it was an experiment! Intellectual curiosity! Sexual depravity! Uh, maybe not that one,] the redhead mused as she noticed from the wall clock that Spike had now been gone for ten minutes.

Where was he? Her garden wasn't that big. There was no sound coming from outside - perhaps he was just checking to make sure no-one was lurking in the bushes? Willow blushed to the roots of her hair as she imagined the scene that any Peeping Tom would have viewed if they had been looking through her kitchen windows this evening.

But even as she mentally squirmed in embarrassment the redhead couldn't prevent the smile that lit up her face as she recalled just how, well, Spike-like her new Spikebot was proving to be. The twinges of pain from her well-reddened behind were a constant reminder of this evening's activities - and that was just so far. No doubt there was more to come - if Spike would just hurry up and return.

Moving around the kitchen and trying to summon the nerve to look outside or at least call out his name, Willow walked past the shopping bag leaning haphazardly against the chair Spike had been sitting on. Unable to resist the opportunity, Willow knelt down and emptied the contents on the floor, her face blushing even brighter as she examined the contents spread before her.

As she reached out a hesitant hand to examine what looked like a ridiculously large bright blue dildo she heard the back door shut, and jumped to her feet, trying to control her sudden nervousness. In her haste she kicked the pile of objects now strewn on the floor, and a cock ring rolled across the floor to rest against a dusty Doc Marten boot.

[Eeep! Damn robots, they're quieter than vampires!]

"Well, well, well, getting bored were you? Looking for some props for the next act?" With a very satisfied smirk Spike bent down and picked up the metal ring, remarking almost to himself "I don't think we'll be needing that" before strolling across the room to sit himself down on the chair next to Willow. Dropping the ring to the floor, Spike looked at the blue dildo then at Willow's flushed cheeks and laughed. "Like the look of that do you? Maybe later. But first, I believe we have some unfinished business?"

And with a quirk of his scarred eyebrow - [got to give Warren points for attention to detail] Willow mused - Spike undid the top button of his jeans and waited with apparent casualness for Willow to make a move.

Just seeing him sitting there, his legs casually spread, mocking expression firmly in place - it was her fantasy come to life, and Willow was going to make the most of it. This Spike was hers, and she was sure that Warren had programmed him to be essentially nice, so she didn't have to worry about snide remarks or being publicly humiliated in front of her friends. [Well, unless they find out that I had sex with a robot. I mean, that's gonna be kind of embarrassing.]

Determined to let herself have one night if pleasure without her meddlesome mind interfering, Willow resolutely tuned out her inner voice and slowly started to unbutton her shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Standing naked for one moment she reveled in the look of desire on Spike's face, then knelt gracefully before him and reached out to slowly undo his trousers, motioning for him to stand so that she could pull the confining denim down.

Letting his erection spring free, Willow's eyes widened [wow, who did Warren use as a model for this? Maybe he watched Boogie Nights one time too many.] She felt a momentary twinge; it had been a while since she'd had sex with a man, and this was way more man than Oz. But even as her mind was grappling with the logistics of it all, her body was leaning forward to gently run her tongue over the tip of his cock, taking tiny licks until a growl encouraged her to take the head of his shaft into her mouth and start some serious sucking.

It was just too good. Willow could even taste a hint of pre-cum on her lips as she licked and sucked in earnest, bringing moans from her partner. She could feel Spike starting to thrust into her mouth, but just as she wondered whether a robot could ejaculate Spike withdrew from her mouth and quickly stood, pulling her to her feet.

"Let's take this upstairs," she was told, and she walked obediently towards the stairs, paused while Spike collected some toys from the kitchen floor, and then hand in hand they went up to Willow's bedroom.

Willow had barely crossed the threshold when she heard the door shut behind her with a thud, and she turned to see Spike leaning against it suggestively, his undone jeans resting precariously on his hips and his erection more than evident as he swung a wooden paddle in one hand and held the blue dildo in the other.

Swallowing nervously Willow backed up, only to sit down abruptly when her knees hit the back of the bed. She winced slightly at the sudden pressure on her still sore ass, and Spike smiled. Walking to her, he pushed her flat on the bed and lent over, brushing his pelvis against hers. "Bit sore, are you?"

"Yes" Willow half moaned as she tried to increase the friction between them.

"Well you ain't seen nothing yet," she was told, and her eyes closed in pleasure as Spike's jeans seemed to suddenly vanish and he thrust into her with a single stroke, bringing a scream of pleasure to her lips. [He really is the Big Bad] she decided, then all coherent thought left her as Spike made good on his promise.

Just before dawn Spikebot's internal sensors detected movement, so he reactivated himself although his internal damage repair program was not yet complete.

He opened his eyes to find himself in unfamiliar surroundings. He replayed his last visual input: it had been 10.27pm, and he had been patrolling Willow's garden for the source of the noise which had disturbed them.

The preliminary results of the repair program suggested he had been hit over the head with a heavy object. It appeared he had also been moved, as he was now tied to the wall in a garage. He also noted he was gagged, apparently with a T-shirt.

Puzzling over his predicament, Spikebot again detected movement, and he was able to identify it as coming from the darkness outside the garage door. He looked up in time to see his mirror image stroll casually into the room.

"Well, well, well. Sleeping Beauty is awake, eh?" asked the vampire with a grin.

Willow squirmed in her bed, unable to find a comfortable position. She punched her pillow a few times, but to no avail - something felt off. Struggling awake, she let her mind do a brief re-cap before she realised what the problem was; her robot had gone AWOL. She let one bleary eye focus on her alarm clock: it was 4am. Deciding that a robot should be able to take care of itself, Willow let her eyes drift shut as she fell asleep once more.

Spikebot reviewed his internal files, which noted that the prototype Spike was a vicious demon killer. His programming springing to life, Spikebot gave a fairly creditable glare and demanded, "What have you done to Willow? Have you hurt her?" Tied firmly to the wall despite his struggles, Spikebot calculated that his primary purpose of making Willow happy was in some jeopardy.

"Hurt her? You're one to talk. Saw you spanking her." Just the thought made Spike stop for a moment and adjust his trousers. "Never realised she was such a wildcat, but then again, it's always the quiet ones. Decided she deserved someone who knew what they were doing."

"You went back into the house? After capturing me? Willow saw you? She knows that I am being held here?"

"Well, obviously, she thinks I was you. Lucky you're such a bad boy, eh princess?" said Spike with a leer as he surveyed the squirming robot. At first he had found it unnerving, looking at a robot that apparently looked enough like him to fool Willow. [Bloody hell, my hair really looks good like that! Dru was right about one thing, at least,] Spike decided, enjoying the opportunity to see himself for the first time in over a century. [No wonder Red is hot for me!]

He was still bemused by the idea that Willow, who always seemed such an uptight do-gooder, would have the, well, the balls, to pull off such a stunt. When he had stormed over to the Rosenberg residence to find out why the Scoobies were under the impression that he and Willow were an item, he certainly hadn't expected to find his clone spanking her cute little ass. [That girl has got taste!] he decided, then he put images of the last few hours, very pleasant though they had been, from his mind, and he turned back to his captive.

"You know," he said conversationally, "one of the things that pisses me off most at the moment, and it's quite a long list, but anyway number one? Not being able to hurt humans. I mean, OK, I can beat up on demons, which is kind of fun. And I can get nasty with Willow, which is definitely a lot of fun. But straight out beating someone to death? Now that I miss."

Spike looked at Spikebot, whose face was blank as he tried to work out where this conversation was headed.

"You look pretty human," Spike said with a grin, before picking up a tyre iron and moving towards the now frantically squirming robot.

Pieces of metal were scattered over the floor, from tiny smashed computer chips to larger sections of aluminium. The robot had ceased movement at least half an hour ago, but Spike didn't mind - he was on a roll.

"And that's for being such a fucking idiot as to fall for the slayer," he said as he smashed the tyre iron into the almost unrecognisable robot. "And that's for letting Harmony burn your stuff - pussy whipped moron!" And with his next blow he severed the robot's remaining arm.

Willow stirred as she felt a cool form slip into the bed behind her. She felt blunt teeth scrape against the nape of her neck, and she sighed in pleasure as every nerve ending in her body seemed to spring to life. "Mmmmmm" she murmured, helpfully arching her neck to allow her companion better access. "Where have you been? I heard some weird noises coming from the garage. What were you doing? Recharging your batteries or something?"

"Or something" Spike agreed, as he put his mouth and hands to good use and made sure that nothing intelligible was said for at least the next hour.