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 6
The Understanding


Buffy looked bad, very bad. She was extremely thin and nervous most of the time. Joyce was worried sick. Besides the infamous Sunday diners she now cooked for Buffy, Willow, Tara, Xander, Giles, Anya and Duncan each week, Joyce now took Buffy and Duncan out to lunch each Wednesday.

At first she'd just wanted to get Buffy to eat. Her daughter was far to thin for her liking. So she had forced Buffy to meet her for lunch. Buffy showed up on time and was extremely polite, but she only played with her food. Worse still Joyce couldn’t miss how her daughter’s hands shook. How her eyes seemed glazed over. How her legs never stopped moving. How her daughter twitched in her chair. The way her eyes moved around the room checking out everyone, as pure lust danced in her eyes.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Joyce knew for certain that Buffy was sleeping around. Sunnydale was a small town. So after several tries at getting Buffy to eat, Joyce started having Buffy bring Duncan to lunch with them. Buffy was always less nervous when Duncan was around. There were moments when Buffy even seemed like her old self. At least Buffy ate her food and didn’t just play with it when the little demon was around.

The first Sunday dinner at her house had been just Buffy, Duncan and herself. Joyce had made pork chops. And everything started out fine until Duncan began to eat the bones of the pork chop. The girl bit right through it like butter and just chewed it up. Joyce still thinking of the girl, as well, a girl, was terrified she was going to choke. Buffy on the other hand just calmly put her own pork chops on Duncans plate, picked up the girls plate, walked into the kitchen and put it on the floor. Snapped her fingers, and commanded Duncan, “Go eat in the kitchen.”

Duncan just slid off her chair and crawled into the kitchen and finished her meal sitting in the floor happily chewing pork chop bones. In general that was normally Buffys reaction to any fear over Duncan Joyce had. She would simply send the girl into the next room.

And there had been a lot of objections in the first few months. Joyce had come over more then one to the mansion to find Buffy quietly reading the morning paper at the kitchen table. Unfortunately while above the table Buffy was reading the paper, below the table Duncan was licking her pussy like there was no tomorrow.

There were other things as well, not just the fact Duncan seemed to live between her daughters legs. Joyce really couldn’t count the times she seen Buffy slip her hand inside Duncan shorts when they were out in public. It always made their lunch dates interesting, but at least Buffy ate. Buffy did try and be discrete most of the time. Normally just slipping off to the bathroom with the girl. But when she was at her worst, and her hands shook, then it was as if she couldn’t stop herself. And in those moments Joyce would have striped Duncan herself if she thought it would have speeded things up and stopped her daughter's pain. Which was why she found herself not only tolerating the little demon but also being grateful to her. Duncan seemed to be the only thing that did help Buffy.

Strangely, Joyce really believed she could have eventually learned to live with most of this, Duncan didn’t exactly inspire fear and once Joyce let herself get to know the girl, she found she liked her. But Joyce just couldn’t resign herself to Buffys other growing habits.

The first was Buffys need to whip the girl. She could forgive the spankings and most of the bruises Duncan received from her daughter but not the bullwhip marks, they were cruel. And even if she could forgive the bullwhip marks across Duncan's body, she would never be able to forget them across her own daughter's body.

It was nothing for Joyce to go over to pick Buffy and Duncan up and find the two engaged in some kind of sexual play. Over the summer if you wanted to get Buffy out of the house you had to go over and break them apart. So Joyce had seen her daughter and the little demon in just about every phase of undress possible. And because of this she had witnessed far too many marks and bruises on both of them.

There were other things too. More than once Joyce had dropped by with breakfast in an effort to get Buffy to eat, only to find Duncan chained up in the kitchen and some stranger or a couple leaving the house. Half the time Buffy didn’t even know these peoples real name. And when Joyce pressed for information she'd been utterly shocked to find out that Buffy had met or rather picked up partners from one of Sunnydales 11 S & M clubs. If nothing else Joyce's liquor bills had doubled.

If Joyce was worried then Willow was frantic. Buffy really was getting worse each and everyday. On a good day, the slayer would exhaust Duncan by noon, hit the club and find someone to play with for a couple of hours. Then find a nest to knock out. Come home wake up Duncan and fuck her senseless. Almost always spanking the girl first. Then when Duncan passed out from shear over use, she would do a run through the cemetery then put herself on the rack at one of the clubs for a few hours. Afterward, she would go back out on patrol and then back to the clubs. She usually tried to end the night with a married couple. Some time in the wee hours she would come home, wake Duncan up and use the girl until about noon the next day. Buffy no longer slept. She no longer needed to; the vampire blood in her veins had taken hold.

Nor did she go to school. Other than when her mom forced her out to lunch, Buffy did nothing but have sex and kill things. She wouldn’t even bother eating if her mom and her friends didn’t make such a fuss about it. Actually her small amount of food intake really had more to do with Duncan then anything Joyce or her friends did. Buffy had just started to fuck the girl one morning when Duncan fainted on her. And since Buffy had only given her the normal morning spanking Buffy really couldn’t figure out why the girl had fainted. So she managed to stop herself long enough to splash cold water on the girl. Before she could even ask Duncan what was going on, the little demon did something that shamed Buffy to no end.

Duncan weakly open her eyes and said, “ S…sorry, but hungry.” It was only then that Buffy realized she had not feed the girl in days. Buffy might not need to eat or sleep but Duncan did. It was no wonder Duncan liked going over to Buffys mothers house each week. At least Joyce fed her.

That event too had been a kind turning point for Buffy. She had broken down and cried, unable to fathom living as she was any longer. More to the point Buffy hated hurting Duncan. The girl just didn’t deserve it. And it was more than just the food. After finding Duncan covered in blood from a particular nasty beating after one of their sessions, Buffy had burned all her whips. The only thing she still used on Duncan was a belt but the whip marks across her body were now worse then ever and the slayer had no idea where they came from. No one but herself now touched Duncan. So Buffy finally went to Willow for help.

The end result was that Willow moved in. Tara was not very pleased about it at first but Tara loved Willow with an unreasoning love so she got over her anger. Willow to Joyce's great pleasure began to make changes in Buffys life. The first was regular meals. To which Duncan at least was grateful. Mostly Buffy just played with her food.

The second change Buffy was having a harder time with. No unknown sex partners. Even Willow knew she couldn’t stop Buffy from sleeping with multiple partners at this stage but she could see that safety rules were applied. Condoms were used, blood tests taken, safety words in place. Willow had actually been pleased to learn that the clubs for the most part had strict rules. Buffy was not exactly cooperative on rule number two but she wasn’t fighting Willow either. Lastly Willow got Buffy back in classes starting next semester.

There were other things as well. Buffy didn’t go out patrolling or nest hurting without someone with her. Buffy had tried to drag Duncan along instead of her friends but Willow had not been amused. So Buffy in the end agreed to take either Willow, Xander or Giles along on patrol.

Oddly as a slayer, Buffy’s skills had never been better. She was a far more efficient killing machine. Still things on a personal level were spinning out of control.

Buffy was late. That was nothing unusual. But Willow had been worried. Buffy was seeing one of the many couples she saw often. Buffy liked sleeping with swingers, and Willow for the most part approved of her regular partners. Tara had found it laughably funny that Willow had veto rights on Buffy’s partners when at least to her knowledge Willow and Buffy had never even kissed. Well they had kissed but they both still believed it was only friend type kissing. There were days where she just wanted to beat them both over the head with a blunt object but they had to learn some things for themselves. Tara also found it funny that Duncan much like herself couldn’t figure out what was taking them so long to realize they were in love.

She of coarse was still jealous as hell over Buffy. Not jealous enough to leave her, but neither was she a happy camper. Duncan on the other hand was just grateful that someone was seeing that she got fed and her back was bandaged and there was always a good supply of Perpetration H in the house. Buffy or rather the primitive in Buffy was absolutely brutal to Duncan by this time. Tara couldn’t count the times when she had heard Duncan crying from Buffy’s bedroom from the absolute pain Buffy put her through. Earlier that evening they had come in from the movies to find Duncan chained on top of the kitchen table on her knees with Buffy fucking the hell out of her freshly whipped ass. Duncan was in so much pain she was just repeating the same sentence over and over as a way of begging Buffy to stop. “Duncan be good girl now. Duncan be good girl now.”

Even after Willow pulled Buffy off the girl she just kept saying the same thing over and over again. And the whip marks still puzzled her. Buffy really didn’t have a whip. But there were lash marks covering every inch of the girls back and then 3 deep ones across her ass. Tara shuddered at how much pain that must have caused her while Buffy rammed a dildo the size of the Empire State building up her ass. Ever time Buffys hips smacked against her ass the lash marks must have made it agonizing. Tara shuddered and blushed as the vision of Willow doing the same thing to her briefly danced across mind.

“And I accuse Willow of being kinky” Tara said out loud.

Duncan who was curled up on the floor at her feet wrapped in a sheet looked at Tara as if she was trying to figure out what the young goddess was trying to say.

“I was just thinking out loud Duncan, it didn’t mean anything.” Tara explained to the girl.

“Willow look for Buffy?” The girl asked not for the first time since Willow had left with Xander to go and look for Buffy.

“Yes, Willow and Xander went to find Buffy.”

“Buffy ok.” The girl said as if to tell her that she knew Buffy was ok and that they really shouldn’t worry.

“You know that don’t you” Tara said realizing that the girl’s blood bond would give her information like that. Before Tara could ponder this she noticed the girl move onto all fours and slide the sheet onto the floor. Buffy was clearly near by. Duncan always tended to act this way when the slayer was near by.

Then Duncan crawled off to the kitchen and poured a glass of tea. By the time Buffy walked into the apartment Duncan had meet her by the door with the glass. Taking it Buffy flopped down on the couch next to Tara and taking a sip of the drink she pulled Duncan across her lap. The slayer began to look at the girl's wounds peeking under her bandages. Frowning when she saw the girls' bottom. “Well I guess I had better give you the night off, at least until you are healed up a little more.”

With that Buffy carefully slid the girl off her lap and onto the floor. “So where is Will” the new question was directed at Tara.

“Out looking for you.”

“Jesus I am only,” the slayer having no idea what time it was looked around the room to find a clock, “ok I have no idea how late I am, so how late am I?”

“About an hour and half. I’ll go call them.” Tara excused herself leaving Buffy channel shuffling and went into Willow’s bedroom to call Willow. After the call Tara was heading back into the living room hoping Buffy hadn’t dragged the Reinfield off to bed yet. Duncan really was far to injured to be able to stand another round with Buffy that night, only to find herself pushed against the wall in the hall and Buffy roughly kissing her. For just a minute Tara found herself drawn between absolute fear and an odd feeling of arousal. On one hand Buffy could ripe her in half and on the other Buffys lip gave her same feeling Willows did.

Before Tara could process this she felt Buffy pull away.

“I’m sorry Tara.”

Buffy then went off to the living room and she heard her take Duncan into the bedroom and start to chain her down in bed. Tara recovered and found herself, helping the slayer tuck the Reinfield neatly in bed with her stuffed dragon. Then Buffy just said, “Tell Willow I am going back to the club and not to worry.” And with that she was gone.

Willow was furious. In fact furious was polite for what Willow Rosenburg was by the time Buffy showed up the next day late in the afternoon.

“Do you know how worried we were, don’t even try and give me 'I shouldn’t have worried', because it won’t cut it. We’ve done the stranger talk; we have read the statistics on sleeping with strangers, what if something happened. And what about Duncan” Willow was building up for a really good rant.

“It was because of Duncan I left, if I had fucked her last night, God Will you saw her, I would have hurt her, worse… I would have hurt her more. I don’t want to talk about it ok.”

“That’s just it Buffy it’s not ok, it’s really not ok. And don’t give me that crap about hurting her more, there has to be another answer, there are spells, other things that we could try.”

“Don’t you ever give up, I mean don’t you get it, I am not worth it. Didn’t your girl friend tell you I kissed her last night? Will just give it up. I am really not worth the effort.”

“I wouldn’t say that Buffy” Tara said as she decided she just couldn’t stand by and not say anything. Mostly because she knew Buffy was worth it.

“Buffy don’t you get it. You kissed me, true it surprised the hell out of me, but then you pulled away. You stopped yourself. Think about it, you’re the slayer, you could have just as easily forced me to do, I don’t know… something, instead you went out looking for a willing partner. And I bet if I pulled up your shirt, your back looks twice as bad as Duncans does. No matter what you do to Duncan you always put yourself through far worse.”

“Buffy you can still control some of it. And with mine and Willows help I think you can learn to control your lust but not if you just keep giving up.”

“I try, you have no idea how hard I try. God I wish I could but it’s there all the time and I can’t forget about the lust. It’s like I am burning up in side. And Duncan, I hate myself for caring about her, for caring that I hurt her. How fucked up is that.” Buffy was crying hard and had slid to the floor with her arms wrapped around herself.

The minute Buffy began to cry Duncan who had been in the bedroom literally broke her chain and was in the room beside the slayer in seconds. The girl crawled around the crying Buffy in a half circle and growled before sliding down lower still on all fours beside Buffy clearly ready to rip the heads off anyone else who hurt her.

“She really is very protective.” Willow said, grateful she wasn’t closer to Buffy when Duncan got upset.

“And Fast, she really can move.” Tara said. Both witches were smart enough not to move toward Buffy with the girl still growling.

Buffy ran her hand through Duncan's hair and in spite of her tears laughed. “Sometimes I forget just how protective she really is,” Buffy then pulled what was left of the girls long chain still connected to the girl’s ankle over and picked up the broken end. “They promised me at the hardware store that no living beast could break this chain. We should get our money back.”

“Why do you keep her chained up at all? It’s not like she would really run away?” Tara asked

“I don’t know, Beth always made me keep her chained down. Then later, well Giles was the same way. Now it’s just a habit. You can see how good it really works.” The slayer said examining the broken link.

Changing the subject the slayer said “Tara I am sorry about last night, I really stepped out of bounds.”

“I don’t know I think maybe you should step out of bounds more often. You’re a good kisser, almost as good as a red headed witch that I once knew who has been neglecting me terribly lately.” Tara said with a bit of a blush.

“Hey, I am here in the room”

“She is right you know, you have been the un-attentive lover as of late.”

“I am not finished chewing you out yet so no fair ganging up on me. Even if there may be a little truth to it.” Willow said with an evil grin. And from there things seemed to get better.

For the next 3 weeks Buffy was on good behavior. She saw only regular partners and made sure to come home on time. She ate 2 meals ever day and she appeared to sleep at least some of the night. And Willow went out of her way to be a little more attentive to Tara, bringing her flowers and breakfast in bed. More importantly there was once again laughter in the house. Willow and Buffy joked around and talked like they did in high school.

On retrospect Willow should have seen the signs that day. Buffy had been careful with Duncan, though she spanked her everyday. Buffy hadn’t done her mysterious whipping of the girl either. So Willow had been a little disappointed when she had gotten home from school to find Duncan chained to the kitchen table again with her back and her bottom lashed open and her face buried in the slayers pussy licking away.

But Willow pushed her worry to the side, Duncan was purring very hard after all. And Willow did find it odd that Duncan would not let Willow ‘doctor her up” Instead Duncan had run off and hid in the bathroom. But the girl was a Reinfield and they were subject to irrational behavior. And she really should have noticed the bandage on the girl's neck, even if Duncan had put on a tee shirt. That was well dressed for the Reinfield.

There were other things that night as well; Duncan kept getting between herself and Buffy. Physically between them. It was like the girl was constantly underfoot. When Tara came over Duncan’s behavior only became worse. Until Buffy finally chained her up in their shared bedroom. They really should have gotten a clue when Duncan began to whimper from the bedroom. Duncan never really cried or whimpered without a reason. Normally when Buffy chained her up in the other room she would simply be content to color, read or play with her toys. Instead she continued to whimper loudly until Buffy left to meet one of the young swinger couples she “dated” Then Duncan quieted down. The Signs were all there but the redhead had misread them all.

Which was why Willow was a little surprised to be shaken awake in the middle of the night by her roommate. “Willow wake up.”

“What’s wrong?" Willow said as she tuned in the world, a little relieved to find Tara asleep beside her.

“Nothing wrong exactly, Will”

“So you woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me nothings wrong.” Willow whispered back trying not to wake Tara.

“It is time Willow, I finally know that now.”

“Ok still asleep here, time for what?”

“To mark you Will, you have always been mine. And it’s time.”

“Again not following.”

Buffy just smiled. Willow had never realized just how sharp the slayers teeth looked, almost like fangs. In fact Willow realized that they didn’t just look like fangs they were fangs. Small in vampire standards but most definitely fangs.

In a very inhuman voice Buffy said, “You belong to me.” Seconds before she carefully brought her mouth over Willows left breast and bit her best friend.