Title: The Reinfield
Author: Carol A. Clarke
Email: Carol.Clarke@mail.state.ky.us
Rating: NC- 17. Smut Warning not for the squeamish
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.

Chapter 2
The Talking


It was a lovely spell. One of her very favorite spells. She should have been blissfully happy at that very moment. Instead she was kneeling at the feet of the goddess in the other realm.

“Oh, don’t look so sad Tara, I thought it frightened you when she used that part of your body as a candle holder.”

The goddess always enjoyed making her blush. Now kneeling beside the women she was forced to see her body from the other realm. She was lying on her stomach comfortably across a stack of pillows. Willow always insisted that Tara’s body be in a sea of comfort and trust before they lit the candles and began the spell.

Ok, Willow did have a kinky side and that was a very unusual place in the body to use as a candleholder, it somehow added to the level of the spell. And it pleased the red head so much, how could Tara refuse.

Bringing Tara’s attention back to her, the Goddess said. “I see Willow is channeling Sappho again.”

“I am not sure but it does sounds like Greek to me.” Tara hadn’t meant the last part as a joke. Her lover was happily writing something across her back with her paintbrush, Tara just couldn’t really see well from this angle. Of course the Goddess had chosen this angle, she was sure, for the view of the long thin candlestick protruding from her body and lighting up her skin so Willow could write her channeled words.

“At least it isn’t Byron. If I remember you had a hard time with the fiery redhead after she innovated his spirit.” The goddess got the desired effect when seconds of panic crossed her young apprentice’s face. Then the Goddess wondered when Tara would realize she was her apprentice. The girl was just too passive.

“Did you bring me here to talk to me about my sex life … again?’ Tara asked

“No, not your sex life. At least not yet.”

“Buffy” Tara said it like a statement. “So she is getting a Reinfield” on studying the goddess’s face she added again in statement form. “Buffy already has a Reinfield doesn’t she?”

“Has for a long time. It was necessary for her survival. Her potential was awakened too quickly. We were barely able to correct the time line as it was with that girl, always mucking up well made plans, she is.”

The tone the goddess used made her words sound like contempt but Tara knew Buffy was a source of pride for the deity.

“So if she has had the Reinfield for a long time then what is the pre... pre… problem?” It wasn’t really how Tara wanted to phrase the question she just knew it was her job to ask question giving the goddess a reason to answer them.

“Do you know how slayers are made, called…. Chosen? No I guess you wouldn’t. It is very hard to explain these things to beings that live within the confines of linear time but I will try to explain. You might as well get comfortable. At least get off your knees.”

Glancing back down one last time at her body, Tara hoped the goddess would send her back before the channeling Willow needed to blow out the candle. If not the result might be unpleasant. With a final fearful sigh, Tara stood and joined the goddess now sitting in a chair. The being of pure light was taking a form for her. Tara was a little surprised to see the over-stuffed chair the goddess had also provided for her. Sighing again knowing there was no hope of stopping Willow from channeling Byron or the Rugby team from Eton for the rest of the night, she resigned herself to being sore and over used in the morning. But what really pissed the witch off the most was she wasn’t even going to be there in spirit for the better part of Willow channeling Byron and the rugby team. Oh yeah she was always sore after Willow channeled but oh how blissfully happy she was being sore.

Buffy had just fucked Beefstick. Damn Faith for giving him that name. Then Buffy wonder what she saw in Riley in the first place.

“Yeah a nice normal guy. Isn’t that what I wanted” Buffy barred herself. “Yeah a nice normal guy that gets off on knocking me around and fucking my ass.” The slayer raved to no one in particular. She really wasn’t mad that Riley had given her a black eye. Or was it that he tried to give her a black eye? She liked that he wrestled her to show his dominance before they did the wacky. It wasn’t that he liked her ass as a home for his dick. No what really bothered her was that she liked Riley to knock her around first, to spank her. Buffy loved to be spanked more then anything else in the world. That Riley knew what to do with a red bottom after he spanked her only made her that much more excited.

But Riley was no longer able to please her completely. Lately he was like a small snack that only left her hungry for more. Buffy nearly beat Duncan to death after most of her snacks on beefstick really the root of the problem. Her life was quickly going out of control and she knew it. Riley would have to go. Not that she would miss him that much. Truth be told she hated him. Wanted to rip his arms, limb from limb.

Riley had done the one thing Buffy could never forgive. He had hit her Willow. Sure he was all drugged up on Initiative food of madness. Sure even before he had knocked Willow down she knew he went into withdrawal. She was an addict too. She knew all the signs of slayer lust. And that was what Riley had, slayers lust. Buffy had always known on some slayer instinct level. It may have been what attacked her to him in the first place.

Whatever else Walsh had done to her men, she had given them one hell of an addiction. It wasn’t only Riley. Buffy had to knock Forest half way across the campus twice to stop him from forcing himself down his girlfriends' throat. Sure Forest’s girlfriend always came back, so did Buffy. She always came back to Riley, needed Rileys' fist, needed his prick, needed him to use her body, to feed the lust. Even now as she tried to make it back to the dorm in her torn cloths she knew she would fuck him again He was snack food for the B movie of her life. Unless he touched her Willow again then she would kill him.

The Goddess had been showing Tara scenes from Buffy’s life.

Scene One: Whistler taking blood from a sick Angel. Driving the vampire to LA so his blood would be fresh for the ceremony.

Scene Two: Buffy tied to an altar in the woods, Angels blood poured into the slayer’s sleeping mouth. Three days and nights she slept on the altar. Each night she was fed blood. Each day the sun was left to shine on the unconscious girls' naked body, testing it for the vampire curse. Killing the demon. Only a true slayer survived the ceremony.

“That is why slayers are never turned?’ Tara asked

“Slayers by their very nature can never be turned. Killed yes, never turned.”

Scene Three: Buffy meeting Merick

Scene four: Buffy killing her first two vampires.

Scene Five: Buffy having her first attack of slayers lust from the use of her power.

Scene six: Merick giving Duncan to Buffy. Merick and Pike trying to teach Buffy to use a strap on dildo for the binding ceremony. The red faced old man trying to explain why she needed the Reinfield. Buffy’s constant blushing as Pike showed Buffy how he fucked Merrik each night. It was pure comedy. Buffy asking Merick if it hurt? Why he liked it? Typical Buffy questions.

Scene Seven: Buffy in heavy withdrawal from the lust binding Duncan to her. Taking the little Reinfields' virginity while Merick and Pike keep a careful watch that Buffy did not lose her own in the process. And other watchers watching the events hating Buffy for excising.

Scene eight: Merick sending Buffy to a Succubus for Torture and Rienfield Training. Tara saw scenes of Buffy being spanked, every morning without fail like clockwork. Morning, so her bottom would be healed before she went slaying. Buffy being humiliated and spanked in public. The spanking with her pants slipped down to her knees to add to her humiliation. Her sore bottom each and every day in the hard desk chairs in class. Running to school to keep from being late. Hiding the bruises for the other cheerleaders. No wonder she had to quiet cheerleading. The skirts were two short and showed too much of her tortured body.

Buffy was not allowed to do anything to the Reinfield that was not done to her first. Save for the use of Duncan’s pussy. Buffy and Buffy alone was allowed the use of the Rienfield pussy, no one else. At the same time Buffy’s pussy was totally off limits. She was to remain a virgin. Quentin Travers issuing the virgin order like a presidential decree.

Which to Buffy’s horror did not mean celibacy. Beth, her trainer, used every inch of her body. Not a square inch went untouched, unabused or unbeaten. From the soles of her feet, to the ends of her hair, save Buffy’s vagina. Buffy was taught to withstand any torture the vampires and demons of the world would throw at her. Buffy was branded, burned, tattooed and flawed. Never badly. The brand was smaller then a dime on her bottom but she was made to endure it. Her arm was cut open about an inch and the skin layer by layer peeled back then a magic healing patch applied quickly. Beth was very careful not to leave scares or do any permit damage. Even the brand mark was almost invisible.

The goddess sent Tara all these images. Most of them sickened her. Frightened her. Most she didn’t really understand. Buffy had been taught to turn pain into pleasure by the Succubus. To crave the spankings, and whippings. To use the Reinfield as a canvas for her return the pain she was given. Giving it became almost as pleasing as getting it.

“I do not understand. How did Buffy learn to control the power of her spells by being taught this way?” Tara finally asked the goddess breaking the spell of Buffy’s unfolding life.

“That my child is the problem. The counsel has never really understood how slayers are called, so they sometimes perform calling ceremonies like the one Buffy went through. Forcing the girl to drink the blood of a vampire. The counsel mistakenly believes it to be the only way to awaken a latent slayer.”

“One of the prices of linear time is not seeing connecting cycles of life. Buffy would have become a slayer in her own time. The ceremony simply brought it out of her too soon and the slayer’s lust was the result. It has happened many times before with many other girls and the counsel dealt with it as best they knew how. Band-Aid surgery really. If Buffy were simply an average slayer with an average life expectancy the Succubus’s training would have been more then adequate for a 16 year life cycle. Just enough control the power and to not be over come with the withdraw and the Reinfield to bleed off the built up power. To dissipate the energy. But now things have changed and will never be the same.”

“So Buffy is becoming too powerful for her Rienfield my lady?”

“The slayers powers are always growing and changing but the problem isn’t totally with the slayer. It is her Reinfield. The girl is now coming into her own. She has learned to feed the power back into the slayer making Buffy stronger. It is a kind of catch 22 for them. As Buffy pours her energy into the Reinfield the girl purifies it and then feeds it back into Buffy making her stronger. They are both heading for the next step and if they do not step over the edge the cycle, for them, will end before it has begun. Before needed events start in motion. And far too many will die.”

Tara knew she would not understand all of the Goddesses words. She never did. There was always all that pesky free will choice stuff in anything the goddess said. Free will. So Buffy and her Reinfield would need to take a step. Make a choice or many would die. That Tara got.

“What is your wish, my lady?” Tara asked finally after thinking over the images and words from her Goddess.

“I wish you love my daughter. I wish you wisdom as well. I wish you to understand that it is possible for someone to love many people in many ways or in the same way. I, my child, want you to let go but not walk away. There is enough love for you and the Rienfield. There will always be enough love for you Tara.”

Tara felt her body. She felt the warmth of the candle far to close to her for complete comfort. She felt the wet paint as Willow painted the last of the poem on her ankle. And Tara smiled; the goddess had returned her in time to enjoy the best part of a channeling spell. And Willow blew out the candle.