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 8
The Excepting


Giles had called Willow before he left the house and had been greatly relieved to learn the girl was ok. In fact he had calmed down and was ready to perform his duties as a watcher, especially the part where he lectured the slayer into an early grave. He had even practiced his speech repeatedly on the way to pick up his slayer.

But whatever he had planned to say disappeared into non-existence the minute he saw Buffy. Even with her back expertly bandaged any fool could tell she had taken a severe beating. ‘God when had things gotten this bad.” He thought to himself as he fought back the need to vomit.

“It must be bad, you aren’t lecturing me.” Buffy replied as she tried to stand up. Giles and Frederick caught her and carefully pulled her to her feet.

“My god Buffy, this has got to stop.” Giles said in a creaked voice holding back his tears.

“I think I finally went too far.” Buffy replied as the two men supported her on the way to Giles car.

“I have to agree,” Giles started to say more but Buffy interrupted him mid sentence.

“Not this, I deserved this, I mean I went to far with Willow. I marked her. I bit her Giles, with my fangs bit her, I marked her. You know as in 'making her my mate' marked her.” Buffy anxiously said.

“Well yes, Willow did mention something about it. But Buffy that is no reason to almost get yourself killed. I couldn’t live with myself.” Giles was too choked up for words. Buffy was a mess.

“This will heal Giles, it doesn’t matter. The mark is forever. I think I might have ruined Willow’s life. God what must Tara think.” Buffy cried as Giles and Frederick tried to put her into the front seat. Buffy just slid down the side of the car crying.

After letting the slayer cry, and with a little work, Giles finally got Buffy into the car. And now that he had her in the car something Buffy said was bothering him. 'Bit her with my fangs'. Could her mind be going was his first thought. He knew for a fact that Faith who had actually improved in prison had vast lapses in sanity. It was possible that Buffy was now losing her sanity as well. If her recent behavior was any example, and he knew for a fact that Buffy herself felt that something was wrong. It was why she brought Duncan out of the closet per say.

The drive back to the mansion was a quiet one. Duncan follow by Willow and Tara who had chased the girl out of the house met him as he parked his car.

“Should have known when she took off it was because…My god” Willow said getting a look at Buffy.

Duncan was already pulling Buffy out of the car and to everyone’s surprise Duncan careful side the slayer out of car and then picked her up carefully into her arms and started toward the house. The three other adults followed. Duncan moved swiftly and put Buffy on her stomach in the center of the Bed. Even with the still bleeding cuts bandaged it was clear Buffy had taken the kind of whipping that makes most people pass out half way through. Rough was the only word that came close. With Buffy laid on the bed Duncan moved to the side of the bed and hunched down low on all fours. It was clear the girl was guarding Buffy.

“Giles do you have any pain killers.” Tara asked. Buffy was going to need them.

“Just leave me alone.” Buffy whispered from the bed.

And so the vigil started. Giles, Willow, Tara and even Xander took turns giving Buffy painkillers, trying to get her to eat and drink. Just take care of her. Buffy for her part just cried quietly and said nothing. It was as if her spirit had been broken.

In truth Duncan was the teams biggest problem. She too would not eat or drink without a lot of encouragement. Only unlike Buffy she appeared to be hungry. She was in serious guard mode and growled at everyone who came near Buffy. Everyone but Willow. Duncan would not growl at Willow. In truth the only person Duncan would eat for was Willow. Duncan would not let anyone else that close. And even when she stopped growling she would move herself between Buffy and the other person. Giles was fit to be tied. Duncan would not let him examine Buffy’s wounds or put magic ointment on her back without a great deal of struggle. It was only after Tara suggested that Willow do it that they managed to help Buffy.

“You mean she did bit you… with fangs” Giles asked for the umpteenth time. He still didn’t understand what had happened.

“Fangs, Buffy, Fangs” Xander asked as the group discussed Buffy’s 'incident'. It was the official name the Scooby gang had given to Buffy marking Willow and then in a self-punishing mode getting herself whipped nearly to death. Which was what Buffy had done. And two days later her slayer healing still had not kicked in enough for Buffy to move off the bed. Not that Buffy wanted to move off the bed. Buffy just lay there staring off at nothing. Her depression was the worst of what was wrong with her.

“It happens sometimes. I remember this slayer in France about 1429. It was around the time of Joan of Arc. Anyway she merged and started biting these two twin peasant girls. It got so bad back then that they called me, only I was in to the whole vengeance on men thing. Besides it is never wise to piss off a slayer. Especially not a merged slayer.” Anya rattled on.

“Anya what exactly is a merged slayer?” Willow asked.

“You know when their prime evil slayer force merges with their human soul completely. Honey you remember the first slayer thing you told me about, well the first slayer primitive thing merges completely with the human fashion-conscious Buffy side. And you get…"

“Fangs” Willow answered

“I think it is a little more complex than that but Fangs, is one of the most obvious changes.” Tara added

“So Buffy is like a vampire now.” Xander said nervously

“Not really. She can roam around in the daylight. She won’t turn to dust if you stake her. And she is not evil. She can be evil if she chooses just like anyone else. She still has a mortal soul. So for the most part she is the same old Buffy. Only she is stronger now. Much stronger. She is in touch with her base instincts as well, but she still has her brain ruling over her instincts. She doesn’t actually need to sleep that often, once or twice a week for a few hours is enough. Food is pretty much the same way. She can live off the demon souls she destroys. So as long as she keeps slaying, she won’t need to eat or sleep as much as before. Unfortunately when she doesn’t slay, like now she needs food and rest.” Tara explained

“And how exactly do you know this. I have never read anything like this.” Giles said

“Mr. Giles I am not exactly what I seem, nor is Buffy. She really is special. Which is why you haven’t read anything about this. It really hasn’t happened before. There have been a few slayers who have merged the angel, the prime evil slayer force with their human soul. But it has always been short lived. The merge destroyed them. I am here to help guide the people around Buffy to help her complete the merge. I am the vessel of the living Goddess. I am her apprentice and consort. I have seen the Accretion records; I have read all your names in the pages of the history of time. So let’s just say I have an unfair advantage when it comes to knowledge.” Tara explained. It was not the same Tara that stuttered and shyly fell in love with Willow Rosenburg; no this was an older Tara who no longer lived in linear time. And somehow Willow recognized this without being told.

“Ok, so enough with the knowledge, what do we do to get Buffy back.” Willow asked.

“We don’t do anything. You are the only one who can reach her now. She chose you. The mark she gave you was for life. It was a mating mark. Duncan understands this, which is why Duncan won’t growl at you or prevent you from going near Buffy. She also won’t stop you from doing anything you choose to the slayer.” Tara explained.

“Anything? I need you to explain, what is it that I need to do. What does Buffy need?” Willow cried.

“You must know by now that I love you. But sometimes you can be completely thick headed. And as for Buffy. Ok here it is. Buffy is a self centered selfish little bitch who needs some sense beaten into her. You are a natural dominatrix, get a clue? The two of you are a match literally 'made in heaven'. I think you can figure it out. If you can’t I've left you a bag in our bedroom. Xander do you think you can help me get Duncan over to Giles house. We will have to chain her up to keep her there but Willow needs to be alone.” Tara explained.

The others had been gone for over an hour. Getting Duncan out of the house was a major operation. Willow wondered how Joyce was going to take them chaining Duncan up in her basement. They had not been able to get Duncan over to Giles. So they used Duncan’s love of Joyce's Sunday diners to get the girl there. At least it seemed to have worked. Xander had just called from Joyce’s house.

So now Willow Rosenburg sat in her own bedroom looking at the bag of supplies her lover had left her. It shocked her to say the least. As if the house needed anymore sex toys. The first thing that shook her up was the whips. Yes whips as in plural. There was a bullwhip, a cat of nine tails and a short whip. Giles torture implant lessons finally coming in handy. There were handcuffs and sheepskin restraints. A tongue shaped vibrator that had a strong motor. A strap on with a double head for vaginal and anal penetration. Another strap on actually bigger then anything in Buffy’s collection. Which was extremely impressive and nearly impossible. Especially when you added the post it note in Tara’s handwriting that said, To use up Buffy’s tight little ass. Don’t worry she will love it. There were nipple clamps and a very heavy clit weight, several butt plugs. Those came with a note too. ‘When this is over don’t even think about using one of these on me. I still can’t believe I let you put the nipple and clit things on me’ Willow had laughed at that. She also knew she now had to con Tara in to the plugs, they couldn’t be worse then the candles.

Looking over the bag again Willow took a deep breath. It was time.

Several minutes later Buffy stopped staring into nothingness and shot a look around the room. Someone was tying her to the bed. Not tight, not so she couldn’t break free, but someone was tying her down to the bed. In fact they were tying her spread-eagled to the bed. The pillow under her stomach was a nice touch. As was the loss of her sweat pants. She hadn’t been wearing a shirt her back was still too raw. She was fairly certain it was Willow doing this. Duncan wouldn’t dare.

“Willow what are you doing?” Buffy asked trying not to sound too interested.

“Getting ready to mark what is mine.” The witch explained.

“Ok” Buffy said not having a clue what Willow was doing and being far to depressed to try and stop her.

Well that was the way Buffy felt until the Bullwhip cut a deep gash across her buttock. “Jesus Will what the hell are you doing!”

“Marking what is mine. Or have you forgotten that little ceremony the other night.” Whack! Willow cut another deep gash across Buffy’s bottom just below the last one. “Because I haven’t my breast still hurts.”

Willow shouted before she cut a third gash below the last one. Buffy screamed both in shock and pain.

“I am so sorry about that, I should have asked first.” Buffy babbled surprised as hell when Willow picked up the cat of nine tails and started at her ankles.

“There are going to be some new rules in the house. Do you understand me.” Whap Whap Whap Willow moved up Buffy’s calfs.

“Ok” Buffy managed, she really felt like she had lost track of reality. Plus Willow was making her horny as hell.

“No sleeping with anyone I do not approve in advance. You may still see a few of the couples, but so more nights on the racks, no more strangers. No one that I have not met and approved." Willow shouted as she beat the slayer’s upper calfs and lower thigh. Whap Whap Whap. The red head was not holding back.

“No more self loathing. No more having to take care of Buffy because she had a little to much fun at the club.” Whap Whap Whap WHAP. Willow said moving up to Buffy’s thighs.

“No more being Ms. Selfish other people don’t have problems too. We are going to have the nice 'I care about everybody' Buffy again.” Whap Whap Whap. This time Buffy really did scream as Willow slammed the whip down across her freshly open ass.

“Ok ok, nice Buffy, Willow that really hurts.”

“And we will be very nice to my girlfriend Tara at all times.” Whap. Whap. Buffy really screamed now as Willow moved the whip up to her sore well-beaten back.

“And we will be nice to Duncan and pay attention to her, fed her, and no more extreme beatings. Spanking is one thing, she purrs like a locomotive, but no more beatings.” Whap Whap Willow was re-opening her back and it hurt like hell. The slayer was actually shaking.

“There is more but I will beat that into you later is that understood” Willow said firmly. When Buffy didn’t answer Willow whacked her across her bleeding ass and said. “Is that understood”

“Yes”

“Good as far as you are concerned I am the goddess and you will not piss me off. Understood?”

Before Willow could hit her again Buffy said, “Yes Goddess understood.”

“Good I am ready for the sex.” And with that Willow buckled on the double penetration dildo from hell and pulled Buffy up on her knees. “No lube this time, you've been a very bad slayer.” And with that Willow gave Buffy the absolute most painful, incredible, wonderful, earth shattering sex of her life. And she gave it to the slayer for hours. By the time Willow let Buffy up off the bed the slayer had been tamed. Not that Willow let her off that easy. She kept Buffy at the mansion for three solid days whipping her and fucking her senseless. And Buffy was for the first time in her life happy. In pain but happy.

Xander had stayed in Buffy’s old room for the whole week while Duncan was chained up in the basement. It was not easy; the girl broke free twice. It wasn’t that she was really that dangerous she just didn’t understand her own strength. Joyce had hated keeping her chained up as well. Tara stayed there much of time too and that had helped. Tara seemed to know how to distract Duncan by using TV or stories or her stuffed Dragon. But Duncan had a one-track mind: Buffy. Duncan was frightened she would not see Buffy again. Worse for Joyce, Rupert and she had a long talk about Duncan and what would need to be done if Buffy did die. She still wasn't ready to deal with the fact that Duncan would have to be killed; though she could see why Rupert believed this.

Worse still, the whole time Duncan had been there Joyce was not allowed to see Buffy. All she could find out was that Willow was doing something with Buffy that was going to make her better. Rupert wasn’t completely convinced of this. That much was clear. So she had been relieved when Buffy had called and asked if Sunday diner was still on and could she bring her friends. Since most of her friends where living with Joyce at that moment she found the request a little odd. In fact Buffy’s formality had been odd.

But Duncan was calmer. Tara even brought the girl upstairs to watch TV while she fixed diner. Buffy looked a little pale when she arrived. And she only sat down in the dinning room chair when Willow commanded her to sit. That had been extremely odd. But her daughter was more herself then she had seen her all year. It didn’t take Joyce long that day to begin to figure out the outline of what was going on. And when Buffy introduced Willow as her mate, two weeks later when her father had come down to visit. Well that had wrapped the picture up.

But on the whole Buffy seemed happy and healthy. She wasn’t nervous all the time. She laughed. How Joyce had missed Buffy’s laughter. So if Joyce raised an eyebrow at Willow’s bossiness toward Buffy and Buffys need to jump on command, well it seemed to be for the better. Joyce didn’t really understand, she just knew that Buffy had a family now. An odd family but a family and Joyce was happy.

Somewhere out of time and in another dimension.

The earth goddess Tara was trying to hang as still as possible. The young goddess’s arms were tied over her head on a metal frame and her legs were spread apart and tied to the base of the frame. But that wasn’t why she was trying to hang still. Tara’s clit was fixed by a cruel little clit weight that was now being held in the mouth of a large weretiger. Even the slightest move pulled her clit, and the weretiger had a short attention span.

“Ok so the speech ends, “Now I have become Death. The destroyer of worlds. What do you think.” The Goddess Shiva asked. (Shiva may be pictured as a god most of the time, but Shiva was also sometimes seen as the two-sexed god. So just remember it is fantasy)

“It sounds ok, Buffy please my clit is killing me.” Tara whined.

“Buffy is it. OH all right” With that Buffy carefully removed the clip from Tara’s private area.

“Thanks Buf..I mean Shiva”

“Oh I wouldn’t say thanks just yet, Duncan Shift” With that Duncan shifted from her Tiger form into a young Indian Girl who dove on top of Tara’s pussy.

Tara rocketed into orgasm and not for the first time that session. Buffy and Duncan had been tormenting her pussy for weeks.

“I see we are still driving Tara mad with pleasure.” The goddess Kali said from the door.

“Duncan has always had a wicked little tongue. I hate to see it not put to good use.” Buffy Shiva replied.

“As long as you leave a little of Tara for me.” Kali Willow said before she leaned forward and kissed her consort.

“Willow please” Tara begged as she experienced another orgasm.

“I promise you will survive this Tara. In the meantime it has been ages since I have played with my mate. Up for a little game of master and servant, Buffy.”

“Always My goddess. Always.”

The End.