Title: Becoming Real
Author: Carol A. Clarke
Email: Carol.Clarke@mail.state.ky.us

Chapter 7
Truth and Point of View


Buffy had spent the night tied to the punishment bench. Nothing new there. Willow often left her in the dungeon when she was bad or out of control. But she didn’t often leave her with a plug the size of Alaska covered in a honey-based magic potion. It was itching like crazy.

Willow had re-tied her before she went to bed with heavy magical chains that she could not break free from. Buffy could literally feel the puddle of wetness between her legs. Her arms and legs were cramped and she desperately wanted to stretch them. Still it was her ass that was her greatest concern; the potion made it burn, itch and feel wonderful all at the same time. She spent most of the night clenching and unclenching her bowels to rub against the large plug buried deep inside her.

Buffy couldn’t complain much about the treatment though; the potion helped her create the magic enzymes she needed to control the lust. She may have been tired and stiff but her lust was under control and the pain from withdrawal was over.

Willow bounced into the dungeon wearing her bathrobe and a smile. Slapping Buffy hard on the ass she said. “I have 45 minutes to work you over before I go to work, prepare to suffer slayer.”

“Yes mistress.” Buffy replied with a smile. Sometimes Willow could do amazing things in a short session.

Her back had already healed the lashes from the night before so Buffy was ecstatic to feel Willow raining down fresh strokes across her back. The ten lashes cut deep into Buffy’s back. The slayer moaned in joy with each stroke. Before the cuts could bleed very much Willow sealed them with magic. Finally Willow whipped two deep cuts across Buffy’s ass but instead of closing them up she poured salt into the wounds to stop the bleeding. Buffy screamed in agony. Willow sealed the salt into the wounds. It wouldn’t do any real damage but her bottom would sting all day. Ok her bottom would hurt like hell all day.

Willow then picked up her riding crop and a special bottle of magic lube potion. She carefully showed it to Buffy. The slayer swallowed hard and debated whether to use the safety word. Both Willow and Tara always respected the safety word. Willow waited patiently while Buffy thought it over. This was a special potion Willow mixed for her and her alone. Unlike the other lube potions it had no pleasure factor. All of the other potions caused intense pleasure, some caused a pain /pleasure response but all of them felt wonderful. This one didn’t work that way. This potion hurt, plain and simple, it hurt. And not in the 'doctor’s office you need a shot' hurt, this one hurt like a pack of Chaos demons up the ass hurt. But unlike the Chaos demons it really didn’t harm you. It was pain induction, illusion pain. Oddly Buffy sometimes begged Willow for that kind of pain. Pain and Pleasure were all mixed up in her brain.

“I won’t be able to handle it for very long.” Buffy said as she made her decision.

“I only have 30 minutes to play with you anyway. Buffy the minute you feel it's too much use the safety word and I’ll wash it out, along with the honey. I bet that itches.”

“You have no idea” then adding in her best John Wayne impression, “Ok saddle me up partner.” Buffy replied.

Willow snapped on Mr. Lucky, her favorite toy, and moved behind the chained down stayer. She removed the plug and tossed it to the side. Then she aimed the lube. “Buffy what is the safety word?” Willow asked

“Cupid” Buffy answered.

Willow slipped on a rubber glove to prevent getting any of the potion on her own skin and then squirted a large amount on the dildo and directly in to Buffy’s well used hole. “You can stop me anytime.” Willow reassured her by placing the head of Mr. Lucky at Buffy’s welcoming backdoor. With a single grunt Willow pushed forward ‘balls deep’ inside the slayer.

Willow said her own endurance and strength spell and gave Buffy the discipline she so wanted. Willow was fucking the slayer with all her witching power, even without the spells and potions the slayer would have been hard pressed to take the fucking. With the added magic Buffy was creaming her non-existence pants. It hurt like hell but the angel of death loved it.

After about 20 minutes Buffy came hard and then begged, “Willow I can’t take anymore. It’s two much pleasure.” Buffy pleaded.

Willow just pumped harder and said, “Safety word?” Willow was a very hard mistress.

“Willow please,” Buffy begged. She hated having to give in totally. Willow again slapped her thighs hard with the crop and seesawed in and out of the slayer as hard as she could.

Buffy rocketed into yet another orgasm, and said, “Will, please”

“I think you need more lube.” Willow said and stopped pumping long enough to add fresh lube.

“No Will, please, no more.” Buffy begged as Willow returned to her breakneck pace. The fresh lube burning into the slayer’s skin.

“Safety word Buffy, you know the rules.” Willow calmly explained as she ground her own clit against the base of Mr. Lucky. Some nights she would do this to Buffy for hours. Never stopping until she used the safety word.

Buffy grunted a few dozen times, tears falling freely down her face but she would not use the safety word. The Angel of death would not submit, not even to Kali without a fight. Buffy struggled against the magic bonds trying to work herself free. If they were not magically reinforced she would have broken out of them easily. Finally the pain was too much and Buffy screamed, “Cupid, ok Cupid.”

With a wave of Willows hand the chains opened and Buffy was free. Willow levitated her over to the tub and lowered her gently, then she began hosing away the potion and honey.

Duncan had been back to school for a couple of days. The girl seemed fine. Other then her shyness with other students there were no outward signs of problems. Martha still had concerns and not just that many of the other students called the girl a dyke. Duncan didn’t seem to react to that at all.

No, her concerns were along other lines. She could not stop thinking about the vision she had seen. Or the orgasms. Frank made her happy but what she experienced was of the supernatural variety. Watching Duncan in class it was easy to believe the girl wasn’t human. Her odd little behaviors, the way she moved, the feeling she got from the girl. Oddly Martha didn’t fear the girl or her ‘mistresses’, how she hated that word.

Martha pushed her thoughts of Duncan to the side and headed off to the store. Frank had invited a cop he once worked with in LA down for the weekend. So Martha was off to the store for 'company' food.

She was trying to decide on Sara Lee or some other brand when Buffy Summers stepped up beside her.

Willow had been working her over to the extreme. Not letting up at all. Willow never did after she had a good bout of withdrawal. Buffy was grateful but sore and she really hated salt. It slowed her slayer healing a little. Her bottom was very very sore. It stung like hell and the honey coated plug Willow was making her wear all day wasn’t helping either. Making her go to the store was just an added punishment. The redheaded witch didn’t even let her bring Duncan along. Duncan was good at stores. At buying.

“Hi Mrs. Williamson.” Buffy said, not really sure she should say anything.

“Hello Ms. Summers.” Martha answered.

“Has Duncan been good at school?”

“She is a good student.” Martha replied honestly.

“Company food?” Buffy asked after looking in Martha’s basket.

“Does it show? Actually my husband has a friend coming down from LA. I never know what to buy for cops.”

“Doughnuts?” Buffy asked

“Cute.”

“Sorry I haven’t had a lot of good cop experiences.” Buffy said fingering the scar from her last bullet wound. Buffy moved to walk along side Martha.

“I kind of got that feeling. How long have you been in trouble with the law?” Martha asked opening the door to frozen vegetables.

“Since just after I was called. Mostly they just ask questions and send me home.” Buffy said as she put frozen dinners in her basket. “Duncan loves hot pockets.” She added. For some reason she felt compelled to tell Martha Williamson everything. Complete honest truth was not something Buffy did very often with people outside her close circle of friends.

“You really care about the girl don’t you?” Martha asked moving up the isle to the frozen potatoes.

“I love her.” Buffy responded, still surprised by the calm feeling of trust Martha gave her.

“But you’re married to Ms. Rosenberg, who is seeing your friend Tara.” Martha asked

“Oh yeah, Will kinda mentioned you walked in on them the night you brought Duncan home.” Buffy said blushing.

“And I walked in on you and Duncan.” Martha said while placing frozen hash browns in the cart.

“Oh yeah.” Buffy said feeling nerves.

“So are you and Duncan together and Ms. McClain and Ms. Rosenberg an item?” She asked directly.

“It’s more complicated then that. I really am married to Will, and a few years after Willow and I married, both of us married Tara. Not legally, even California isn’t ready to go that far. So I kind of have two wives.” Buffy explained while getting frozen juice. She could not understand her need to talk to this woman.

“And both Ms. McClain and Ms. Rosenberg are ok with this arrangement.” Martha asked frankly.

“Yes. It’s not like Tara wasn’t there from the beginning. When Will and I first, you know, started sleeping together, Tara and Will were dating. I said it was complicated.”

“After you finish shopping do you have time to come over for coffee. I would like to talk to you about Duncan’s home life. That is if it’s ok with you?"

Buffy had no idea what she was doing. She had rushed home and left the groceries for Willow and Duncan to put away. Then she had checked her appearance in the mirror and left the house. And now she was standing on the front porch of the Williamsons house. All she was thinking about was that she must be nuts as she rang the doorbell.

After the usual pleasantries Buffy and Martha were facing each other over coffee. “If you don’t like coffee, I have soft drinks in the kitchen, Ms. Summers.” Martha said as she watched the girl take a sip of her coffee.

“It’s good coffee, it’s just that I don’t eat every much… or at all.” Buffy wondered what was wrong with her. She couldn’t stop telling this woman the truth. After looking at Martha's' raised eyebrows Buffy found herself adding.

“As long as I am slaying demons and vamps at a regular rate and I keep up my sex addiction I don’t have to eat or sleep. Just fuck.” Buffy could feel herself blushing.

“Interesting.” Martha said while taking a drink of her own coffee. She knew she needed to stay completely non-judgmental. “And what happens when you don’t slay or fuck?”

“First withdrawal, you saw some of that and then I need to eat and sleep. Some times even now I force myself to sleep. I like sleeping next to Duncan. Waking up with her in my arms. When Duncan slept between Willow and Tara I would come back from patrol and watch them sleep. I would sit in Willows big overstuffed chair and watch them until I drifted off to sleep. I liked waking up with them. What the hell is wrong with me, I don’t know what I am saying.” Buffy said

“You really do love them all don’t you?” Martha asked, partially to cover Buffy awkwardness. It was strange to see the girl blush so much. Most of her meetings with Ms Summers gave her the impression of strength and self-confidence. Now Buffy seemed young and almost shy.

“I love them a lot.”

“All the same?” Martha asked still in listening mode.

“No all differently. Not more or less, just differently. Willow is my strength and my brains. She holds me when I cry and has been there for me no matter how low I sank. She is the one who beats the angel back. The one who holds back death, me. She is my sanity, my first wife. I trust her completely and take comfort in turning myself over to her, body and soul. “ Buffy paused. “Tara is my conscience. She is my reason. She is the peacekeeper, the listener. The yin and yang of our marriage. The glue that keeps us from self-destructing. The yin and yang of my soul. She is tender when I need tender and a harsh mistress when I need it rough. She gives so much of herself to me, Will and Duncan. She has always taken such good care of Duncan. When I asked her two years into my marriage with Willow to be my second wife, our wife… She let me mark her.” Buffy was having trouble explaining the gifts both her wives had given her. She had never actually tried to verbalize her relationships before.

“And Duncan? Do you consider her a wife?” Martha asked.

“I love her too but Duncan is mine. I own her. I am responsible for her and I need her. But I don't think of her as a wife.” Buffy said honestly.

“So she is just your slave?” Martha asked fighting her urge to scream.

“No, not the way you mean. She is important to me, I love her like I do Will and Tara its just different. Our relationship… I have been with Duncan longer then Will or Tara. I don’t remember most of it but we have been together a long time. Reinfields…. It’s so hard to explain.” Buffy said frustrated

“So why don’t you start at the beginning. How did you and Duncan get together?”

“When I was called. The counsel fed me with vampire blood for three days. It changed my body. I stopped being just human then. Anyway, when they did that it brought out the lust. The counsel had my parents sent to Europe for three months when I was called, so they would not find out. It is complicated.” Buffy explained.

“So your parents never knew about this counsel hurting you?” Martha asked. Her teacher red flags were up. She had heard many a child abuse or child molestation story from victims before. Something about the words the slayer used reminded her of those stories.

“They didn’t actually hurt me, not in the way you mean. They didn’t think they had a choice. They needed a slayer. All you need to understand was that I went into the worst withdrawal of my life. It lasted for six weeks. I really do not remember much about it. Just vague references to watchers trying to help me with withdrawal and to kill vampires. When it was over I had my own watcher, my own sex tutor and Duncan.” Buffy explained.

“Sex tutor?”

“Beth, she is a succubus. She works for me now. Actually I own her too. She has a contract that lasts a hundred years. It is a mystic one and can be sold but not broken. Again complicated. Anyway, the watchers counsel bought her to watch Duncan and to teach me how to control the lust. For a demon she is very nice.” Buffy replied still wondering what was going on with her. She never talked about her life this way.

“Exactly how many people do you own?” Martha asked showing her first sign of emotion.

“Duncan, she is my Reinfield and we have a blood bond. Then there is Beth. I bought her contract from the counsel. She runs my club and most of my rental properties. I own both of Faiths Reinfields. That is trickier. I own them, with a kind of blood bond but not like the one I have with Duncan but they are both bound to Faith. I also own three imps, which do house work at the clubs. I kind of rescued them from a Tecnoir demon. Since they also had lifetime mystic contracts I bought them for a penny in exchange for the demons life, well that and a few other promises. I also have two other succubae. They came with the club when I bought it. It was another one of those, sell me the club and I let you live things.” Buffy said

“So you own nine people?” Martha asked.

“Not people. I don’t own people. I own 3 Reinfields, 3 succubae and three imps. It makes a difference.”

“How? How does that make a difference?”

“Demon do not have souls. Not immortal souls. Besides all of the demons I own would not be alive if I didn’t continue to own them. Do you know what happens to unbound Reinfields after a year or two?” Buffy asked as one of her nightmares about Duncan flashed before her eyes. Buffy was always afraid Duncan would die unbound. It was the worst way a Rienfield could die.

“Actually I don’t know anything about Rienfields, why don’t you tell me?” Martha asked

“Reinfield were once imps, the way humans were apes. Imps are mostly harmless little forest creatures. I really do not think of them as demons. They are ugly as sin but harmless. They are like the cleaning staff of the demon world. Other more ruthless demons began enslaving them in prehistory. They are very important to demon ecology. First imp magic hides them. That is why you never see them unless you know to look for them. It also helps demons hide their lairs. Besides hiding demons they will eat anything. Anything, like bodies or evidence of magical activity. They can chew right through bones.”

“So Reinfields are advanced imps?” Martha asked

“They’re way more then that. Since vampires only drink blood they have to get rid of the bodies. Its fun leaving them around to frighten people but a smart master vampire learns to hide the evidence. Early on, vampires and imps began living in a symbolic relationship. Vamps drank the blood, imps ate the bodies. They bred imps to be their servants. But imps are extremely ugly so the vamps didn’t want to fuck ‘em.“

“And this is somehow connected to Rienfields?”

“Immortality is a curse. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Anyway the vamps got bored and began messing around with imp DNA. Using magic they made Reinfields. The ultimate sex toy. Reinfields were bred to be play things. They also had interesting design flaws. Reinfields die very painful deaths if they live two years unbound. Sometimes as little as one year will kill them. If I were to release Duncan she would need to be rebound to someone or she would die. Painfully, very Painfully.”

“So you own Duncan for her own good?” Martha asked

“I own Duncan because without her I would die. She keeps the lust in check. I need her as much as she needs me. It’s not like I treat her badly. If you could have seen her before I …..” Buffy couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Why don’t you tell me about it. How was Duncan treated?”

Buffy closed her eyes forcing the memories back. Memories that she'd suppressed. “I was sick, really sick, I couldn’t stop shaking and I was throwing up blood. They made me walk. Holding me between two of them. Watchers. I didn’t know their names. They dragged me into this basement. It had a dirt floor and it was cold as hell. It was so dark and it didn’t have any light. One of the watchers had a flashlight.”

“She was chained to the floor. Chains everywhere, on her arms and legs, over her back. She couldn’t move at all. Her mouth was muzzled. Her body was covered with lash marks, deep ones. One of the watchers handed me over to the other one and poured salt on her wounds. She whimpered under the muzzle and the watcher grabbed a whip off the wall and started whipping her, screaming at her for whimpering. Somehow I got loose from the watcher holding me and caught the whip. I knew she wasn’t human. I could feel it but I didn’t think she needed to be beaten like that.”

“Then they wanted me to… I wouldn’t. So they just kept bringing me back to her. Whipping her. So much blood. Red and blue. She only bleeds blue blood when she is really hurt or her nose gets hit. It went on forever and the worse part was, I wanted to take her, rape her. You have no idea what the lust will do to a person.”

“How old were you at the time?”

“Fifteen, it doesn’t matter I would have been the same way at fifty.”

“Please go on with your story. You wanted to take her but…”Martha prompted.

“After a while I couldn’t take it anymore. I started begging for her, for them to take me. I would have let anyone fuck me if it stopped the pain. But they didn’t take me to her right away. They played with me. Both of them, they … I didn’t care, but it didn’t stop the pain. So they brought me back down to the basement.”

Buffy remained quiet for a long time before she spoke again. Martha just waited patiently, she knew instantly that Buffy had never told another human being this story in this kind of detail before.

“I let her lick me. At first that was all I did. They still beat her. All the time. But I started getting better and they had brought Beth in to work with me too. I would not be alive without Beth. My parents came back, I started hunting vamps, dropped out of cheerleading. But I needed Duncan. Then they wanted me to be bound with her. I think they were planning on letting Beth bond with her and denounce the sex rights like I did with Faith’s Reinfields.”

“I don’t know why but something told me not to do it that way so I read a few books asked around and I demanded to own Duncan. Trevor was furious, Merik laughed his ass off but the counsel gave in and sold me Duncan for ten dollars. It was all the money I had at the time. I was fifteen and I was blood bounded with Duncan.”

“After that I started making changes, little ones at first. I made them move her up stairs. The 5th floor was where Merick, Pike and Beth lived. It was mostly unused warehouse space but it was warm. She was so cold in the basement. She was usually shivering. I had the worst time getting her to wear Tee shirts. She was so afraid to be caught wearing clothes. Trevor would beat her for wearing clothes. I almost broke Trevor’s neck over the clit trainer they used to keep her from standing up right. I was so young and I believed they were the good guys. I thought they… It doesn’t matter. The point is I stopped them, stopped myself. Duncan isn’t hurt like that anymore.” Buffy stated

“So you never hurt her?” Martha asked.

“She is a Reinfield, she expects a certain amount of abuse. We spank her, I spank her but carefully. She… I don’t know why I am telling you this. She comes when I spank her. I let her come, I don’t hold back sexual pleasure on her very often. I like it when she comes and she likes me to spank her. We spank her when she is bad, never hard but I usually spank her when we…you know.” Buffy was back to blushing. She really didn’t understand why she was telling this woman all her intimate secrets.

“So what you're saying is Duncan enjoys what you do to her and she didn’t enjoy what they did to her.” Martha clarified.

“I pray every day that she enjoys her life. That I treat her well. I hate hurting her. I love her.” Buffy stated

“Have you ever hurt Duncan in the past?” Martha asked.

“Many times. I am not proud of it. At first I didn’t mean to hurt her. It was the lust getting the better of me. All that magic let loose. I never hurt her badly, nothing that didn’t heal in a day or two but I hurt her. I hated myself for it. Then when I was in college the lust just got out of hand. I thought… Every thing came out into the open. I introduced Duncan to mom. Told my friends. I marked Willow without asking her. I had a thing for her since high school and … I marked her and she married me. She promised to take care of Duncan. Bond with her if I got killed. To see that Duncan was taken care of. It was important to me. She also promised to keep me from hurting Duncan. You can not believe all the rules Willow has.”

“Give me an example?” Martha asked.

“Safety words and lube were her first rules. Dinner, we all sit down to dinner together. Even though I don’t have to eat I have to sit down to dinner with my family. No nude sun bathing. Duncan only wears clothes around the house because we make her. The first year we were married Duncan got a nasty sunburn from nude sun bathing. I can only sleep with people she approves of in advance. I can go to my club for business reasons but not to participate. I could go on forever. “

“Does Willow keep Duncan safe?” Martha asked.

“Yeah she does and if she doesn’t Tara does. They love her as much as I do.” Buffy explained.

“Ms. Summer you do realize by normal standards I should be calling the child protection services.”

“I know. You think I am an awful person.”

“No I think you are an amazing person. Fifteen… I really do not know why Ms Summer but I believe you. I believe you are the slayer, the chosen one. Just as I believe you have Duncan best interests at heart.”

“But if you find out I have hurt one hair on her head again you will drop kick me into tomorrow.” Buffy said smiling.

“No I’ll let my husband shoot you.” Martha concluded, “Normally I would recommend counseling for someone like you but under the circumstances I am guessing that is not a wise idea.“

“Once you mention Vampires are real, they tend to put you on massive doses of lithium or worse and then lock you up.”

“I agree so I have a proposal, I think you should come back once a week for coffee and talk. Just talk, say Wednesday afternoons. Duncan has caught up in school so I am home by four. You and I can sit over coffee and just talk no strings. So what do you say?”

“You mean it, no strings?”

“No strings, just talk about anything, slaying, your wives, slaves, what ever.” Martha offered.

“Ok, thank you Mrs. Williamson.”