FF: The Reinfield Chapter Two

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Title: The Reinfield.
Rating: NC- 17. Smut Warning not for the squeamish
Chapter Two: The Talking.
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. And Cheryl Hill for Beta. I mean a big old thanks.

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 sack 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 sound 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 face. Then she 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 women. 

"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 one.

"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 Eden
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. That Buffy nearly beat
Duncan to death after most of her snacks on beefstick was really the bottom
line. 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.

Whatever else Walsh had done to her men, she had given them one hell of an
addiction. It wasn't only Riley. She had to knock Forest half way across the
campus twice to stop him from forcing himself down his girlfriends' throat.
Sure she 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 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.

"That is why slayers are never turned?' Tara asked

"No, 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. The 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.

Scene eight: Merick sending Buffy to a Succubus for Torture and Rienfield
Training. Tara saw scenes of Buffy being spanked, every morning without
fail. 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
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. 

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 need of pain. 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 slayers lust as well. 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-old life cycle. Just enough control to
not 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
fall over the edge the cycle for them will end before it has began. Before
it has started. 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.

. 


"Don't worry. I won't do anything that could be interpreted as brave"
-Willow