Title: The Reinfield
Author: Carol A. Clarke
Email: Carol.Clarke@mail.state.ky.us
Rating: NC- 17. Smut Warning not for the squeamish
Prologue: The Finding.
Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Buffy has a lot of secrets. This is one of them
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Thanks: Kimber for just being Kimber. Shadowlander for the inspiration for this story.
Kimber and Cheryl Hill for Beta.

The Hurting


Buffy carefully pulled the girl closer. She loved the sounds the exhausted girl made in her arms. The quiet snores and her ever present purr. It was a pleasing way to come down from her own post-coital bliss. The slayer liked the quiet time. She used it to reflect, to brainstorm. She needed it to make a small amount of sense out of the life that was - slayer.

Turning the girl slightly, Buffy gently ran her fingers down the girl’s side, careful not to wake her. When she reached her bright red bottom the blond pulled the covers up enough to examine the tender spot for damage. She was relieved that she had left only reddened areas matching her handprints with a few newly formed bruises. Buffy hated when she hurt the girl. Hated more, that she still did not have a first name to give her. That she simply used and abused the girl like a plaything, like a tool, Like medicine.

Only Duncan was her medicine. The only known temporary cure for slayer lust. Duncan had been the first major gift Merrik had given her. Well the first gift after the stakes, crosses, really cool leather jacket, and other assorted slayer tools. Duncan had been especially bred for Buffy. Or rather bred for a slayer. The Duncan Reinfields were a major source of pride among the watchers counsel. That the Reinfields were often held in greater esteem then the slayers had always puzzled the hell out of Buffy.

Reinfields by there pure nature did not inspire fuzzy feelings. They were imps bred to be sexual slaves. They were first bred for master vampires as form of entertainment. Humans broke so easily.

The worst part of immortality was the boredom. Since vampires never needed to sleep and couldn’t go outside to play in the daylight, they had a lot of time to kill. A Vampire needs to feed about once every 3 days, though most feed daily. That left a whole lot of hours before TV was invented to kill time. So for the most part vampires had sex with anything and everything. Reinfields proved to be good entertainment as well as stevedores in bed.

Then the Reinfields went out of fashion. They required a great deal of training and time. Newborn vampires were in too much of a hurry to have the patients to train them. Which is why they continued to be generally owned by only Master vampires, Succubus, Lorian and Tradraca demons.

…And the watchers counselor. Slayers drew their powers mystically from there sexuality. That was why slayers were female and mostly bisexual. If you follow charka maps, their power in short came not from the purple psychic eye but from their red root. Their core. Pouring that much mystical energy out of your body can cause a condition in the slayer. Slayer Lust. Or simply, as Faith once put it, slaying makes you hungry and horny.”

As the slayer ages the power and aggression levels grow. The slayer begins to need release. Release that could be deadly to humans. Even among the scooby gang, Faith had almost choked Xander to death in the throws of unchecked lust. Faith had killed 7 Reinfields in her first year of slaying alone.

Buffy on the other hand still had her first Reinfield. She really did try and take good care of the girl. Sometimes she even unchained her and took her along on patrol. She really did like the small dark hair imp. Even if she still didn’t have a name for her. But first names for Reinfield came at a cost. The Reinfields had the kind of psychic energy that caused you to not give them names. To think of them as “The Girl” or it or her. Buffy had trouble-describing Duncan when she was not present.

“One really should be able to remember details about the creature one has sex with on a daily bases for 4 and a half years.” Was Giles reprimand earlier that morning when he had scolded her for not picking up food for the girl.

And who could forget food for a Reinfield. They had disgusting diets. Duncan lived on raw bones from the slaughterhouse, worms from the bait shop, potting soil and Coca-Cola. The girl loved cola, chocolate and crayons.

Duncan was barely five years old. Chronologically old for a slayers' Reinfield.

Reinfields grew to adult size in a matter of weeks once they were born. They were implanted in an egg state by the male into a human female. They grew to infant size in a week or two, without harming their human host. Afterward they were buried for a few weeks into non salted soil to grow to adult size. When they rose they were adult like in nature, except for the ability to speak. Most Reinfields didn’t really learn to speak until they were 12 to 15 years of age.

Buffy smiled thinking about her Duncan. She really was proud of the girl. The little olive skinned dark headed girl had already begun to use rudimentary speech. Buffy was always impressed by the girl’s intelligence. Duncan’s child-like behavior tended to give the illusion that she was a child but the girl was an adult. A cunning one at that.

Buffy pulled back the girl’s hair and leaned in to kiss her. The image of the training sessions Duncan would give any master vampire danced around in her head. She was tempted to wake the girl and spank her again then take her hard, fast and mean. Fucking her until she whimpered and cried. The slayer had done that often enough. She loved the feel of the girl while she fisted her, loved the way she squirmed when pinned to the bed under her as the slayer hammered in and out of her ass over and over again. No human could take the pain, the sheer abuse and torment that she put the girl through and still lived. But what she loved most about the girl, why she was so careful not to do too much damaged to her, was the purr.

Duncan often whimpered and cried, even tried to squirm away if the pain was too much but the girl always purred during sex. Purred and came incredibly hard. She always came as often as Buffy would allow her too. Faith never let her Reinfields cum. Never allowed them to enjoy there lives. And Faith went through a Reinfield a month before she joined the mayor’s staff. Good knows how the mayor dealt with Faith’s slayer lust.

Buffy was startled out of thought when Duncan’s legs parted a little wider. She had not realized her hand was stroking the girl’s pussy. It always amazed the blond how fast Duncan could ready herself for sex. How wet her folds could get, how warm and comforting the feel of her mound was as it sheaved her hand.

The slayer sat up and pulled the girl across her lap as she herself sat up. She didn’t want to start at a painful violent pace this time. She wanted Duncan to enjoy this experience with her. Reaching over to the side of the bed, Buffy laid the toys she wanted to use within easy reach. Buffy caressed the girls bottom, then slid her fingers into the girls pussy wetting them easily in the think fluid that flowed from the land of Canaan. Buffy slipped two fingers into the girl’s anus carefully not wanting to hurt her too soon. As she began to torment the girl’s ass, she picked up the riding crop. It was a good slayer exercise, fucking and spanking the girl at the same time.

The slayer just let herself get lost in the feel of the girl, in the rush of mystical power, of slayer lust. She wanted to make the girl cry, to beg, to hurt. The spanking could have lasted ten hours or ten minutes, Buffy never knew how long she beat the girl once she let go and let the lust take control. The girl’s crying and shaking and cumming and purring were the only things that registered in the slayers mind.

Buffy was now drenched in her own sweat, she could feel the fluid leaking out of her own vagina as the latest of her orgasms extended over her body. Flipping Duncan face down on the bed and pinning her, Buffy tossed the whip to the side and snapped on the belt on an overly large dildo. It was one Faith had given her. Wasting no time Buffy shoved it deep in the girl’s bowels. Her lust was rewarded as the girl yelped in pain. God how the first slayer loved to cause pain.

Buffy had started thinking of the “lust ridden slayer” inside as the first slayer. It made her actions easier to swallow if she could blame them on another. She knew she was really hurting the girl but she needed to make her suffer. And the loud purr was exiting her, egging her on. God she loved the way Duncan squirmed, the feel of yet another orgasm exploding out of the girl. The evil slayer part always wanted to stop Duncan’s pleasure, to stop the squirming that was rubbing the sheets against the girls swollen clit and giving the girl pleasure.

As Buffy stretched out her mind into the little Reinfield, she was over come by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and pain she was giving the suffering imp. It was the motivation she needed, and it sent her over the edge. She came screaming a single name, “Willow” then she collapsed still connect by latex to the girl.

Buffy didn’t know how long she slept on top of the whimpering girl but from the sun light outside the windows of Angel’s mansion she guessed most of the night. Buffy removed the phallus as carefully as she could but the damage had been done. It always scared her when she saw the amount of blood her sessions left behind.

Duncan for her part slid off the bed and into a ball on the floor. By the way the girl was still crying Buffy knew she must have really hurt her. The girl now had whip marks over most of her body. Her bottom and thighs had clearly been whipped with Buffy’s physic mental bullwhip. In the moment of connection, in the moment of release the magic exited the slayer’s body and entered the Reinfield. Still connect by the mystical and latex tether the magic continued to flow into the girl. Punishing her, torturing her with the slayers most sexually changed thoughts. Mental energy becoming solid fact. In absorbing the energy the girls body paid the toll while Buffy’s thought were made real.

Since Buffy didn’t remember anything after calling Willow’s name she could only assume she worked the girl over several more times before the lust ran it’s coarse and she again fell asleep inside the girl’s ass. Buffy never remembered how she caused the damage. Even her watchers who sometimes observed her sexual practices could never answer the question.

Buffy left the bedroom and made coffee. She checked to see if Giles called. It was of some curiosity that Riley and Willow never kept notes on were she slept at night. But Giles always covered for her. Buffy had moved the girl into Angel’s mansion after Angel returned from hell. She left Duncan to watch over her lover as he recovered. The mansion was a far nicer place then the abandon keepers cottage at the end of cemetery row were she kept the girl chained down before housing her lovers together.

After a couple of cups of coffee and a shower, Buffy laid out food and medication for the girl as well as her books, crayons and some chocolate treats. Giles had forbidden letting the girl watch TV all day. So Buffy had bought her comic and children’s books along with some coloring books. It seemed to keep her happy.

Buffy returned to the bedroom to put the girl the longer chain that reached through most of the house. She was hoping the girl would be up and cleaning the bedroom. Instead Duncan was trying to pull the sheets off the bed but was too racked with pain do more the curl back into a ball. Buffy changed the blood soaked sheets herself and moved the girl onto the bed and covered her.

“How about I tell you a story?” The slayer asked. Buffy knew the girl loved stories.

“Plea – plea – please.”

“Ok. How about I tell you the story about a Reinfield and a slayer.”

From the small movements and the smile form the girl on the bed Buffy took it to mean, “yes.” Propping herself up on the bed with her coffee Buffy put the girls head in her lap and began to tell the girl a story.