Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Aria Meets...Dalton
by Aria, Nessa, & Killian
June 18th~23rd, 2002
____****____
(Aria)
“COURTLY BUTCH, MY ASS!!!! Aria shrieked like a banshee as she slammed the heavy door from Klancy’s bedchamber closed.
Outside and less than a foot away she heard something glass-like hit the floor and shatter into a thousand pieces.
“AND I HOPE THAT WAS REALLY IMPORTANT, TOO”, Aria shouted over her shoulder as she stomped away.
Now, being a fairly smart chick, Aria knew she should head to Killian’s room and torture the poor girl with another night of how Klancy had pissed her off… But, tonight was different… Aria was really mad. Angrier than she should have been, but damn it, that woman could push her buttons like they'd been raised together. This couldn’t be her period could it? Nah… it was Klancy. Screw her and that flawless demeanor. Falling for Klancy was many things to Aria, but it was not, courtly. It was passionate, hot, messy, infuriating and wonderful. Klancy’s latest reaction to Aria’s meltdown, just enraged her. If she had to listen to Klancy’s calming psychobabble for one more moment, she would not be responsible for the Warrior’s safety.
“Go to Killian's…”
“Go to Killian's…”
So - of course she found herself opening the door to the Chakram Bar. Klancy probably would not love her being here alone, but Klancy’s opinion meant very little to her when she was in this kind of mood. Inside the bar, were some her favorite people.
“Just perfect.” she purred quietly.
Lord Nessa was there and deep in conversation with the lovely Killian.
Sirius pondered a map while stroking that delicious scar of hers.
Ikarias looked like a deer caught in headlights when spied in the corner with two blondes barely into their twenties.
Aria headed towards Shasa and Allison to share in the evening’s gossip, when someone strong, grabbed her wrist and stopped her dead in her tracks.
Aria looked at the strong hand wrapped around her wrist and then into the eyes of the stranger, while her own eyes exploded with anger. She jerked her wrist free.
“You must be new around here….” Aria spat out.
____****____
(The Dark Stranger, Dalton - aided by the pen of Nessa)
Eyes the color of slate glided from side to side, registering the full picture of the bar and it's patrons. Dalton was a tall mercenary, clad in black with only her eyes uncovered. A long scarf wound around her head, over nose and mouth, tucking down into a high collared linen shirt. She wore her sword and dagger held to her sides by a wide sash tied snugly around the waist. Her strides were long as she moved to a table in the shadows of the Chakram Bar.
The feeling here was peaceful. It was obviously a haven of women. Dalton thought perhaps this might be the place she would find the one she searched for. Deep in her broken heart, she knew her lost love, Gilde, must truly be lost. Gilde slipped away in the night as the mercenary slept. This plagued Dalton with a pain and rage that drove her through mountains, deserts and storms. She would find Gilde or die in the search.
There seemed to be nothing now but the low rush of blood from her heart, pounding in her ears. Fury engulfed the dark stranger as she thought of her beloved Gilde and the loneliness left to her.
Dalton rose to her feet. 'Is it her? It has to be her! Same sway of hips. Same haughty toss of head.' Moving in silence, she reached out and caught that small wrist that tried to swish by her. Dalton held the woman still and faced her. She looked down into beautiful eyes, so like Gilde's eyes... but not. Disappointment flooded through her. She loosened her grip on Aria's wrist just as the irate beauty jerked it free.
"you must be new around here!" Aria snarled.
Dalton looked into those sparking eyes. She reached up and unwound the scarf from her face in silence. A slightly bent nose and a set of full lips complimented the rugged face. " Yes, I am new here. I only just arrived. Please forgive this stupid move lovely lady. I thought you were someone else."
Aria rubbed her wrist with her other hand. She spoke with less anger now, but still tentative. "Well, I think I wouldn't want to be the one you thought I was, if this is your greeting." The cloud of sadness that shadowed this stranger's face was nearly tangible. "Wait." Aria stopped the stranger as she turned to leave. "I must apologize as well. I have manners, believe it or not. May I buy you a drink? You can tell me what brings you to our fair mountain Lodge." She smiled her most brilliant smile.
Dalton was charmed. She bowed and swept out a long arm in gesture toward her table. She watched intently as this beauty walked before her, turned and sat with impeccable grace. How like Gilde this woman was. How delicious. How sensual. The mercenary felt the old surge of dark desire. She was a bit surprised. It was a rather rare desire since Gilde left her. But it felt strong now. Dalton decided this one would not get away before she was finished sating her need.
The two sat through sipping drinks and talking . Aria felt a precarious sense of ease. She couldn't decide if Dalton was really what she seemed. The danger that clearly emanated from the mercenary drew her like a flame. Yet the exotic creature spoke in the friendliest of terms. She was mesmerizing with her deep slow speech and erotic looks. Aria fell into explaining why she was storming through the bar when Dalton first saw her. She went into how exasperated she was with Klancy, the one Warrior she felt real love for. She was so involved in the telling, she did not see the rage that entered the strangers eyes.
"Let's go for a ride Lady Aria. I would love to see this countryside in the moonlight." the suggestion was sudden. Aria thought she must be rambling and boring the stranger. She did think a ride would be nice but she didn't want to disturb Nessa into getting a horse for her. Dalton made another suggestion that brought the smaller woman to her feet in readiness. They would ride together on Dalton's horse.
********
Swinging a long leg over the back of her stallion, Dalton mounted behind the beautiful Aria. The feel of the small form against her set her pulse to racing and her nerves to jangling. Gods! How warm and soft she was. How fragrant her hair was! She could hardly wait to watch her struggle. The dark stranger quietly reached down into the saddle bag and drew out a handful of silk scarves.
They rode in silence for a long way. Aria was enjoying the feel of the strong stranger's body bumping against her back with the surge and sway of the horse. She shuddered with delight when she felt steel strong arms reach around her. A large hand took hold of both her wrists. Before she was aware of what was happening she had silk scarves wrapped tightly around her wrists, binding them together. "Wait! what are you doing!?"
Quickly, Dalton pulled the beautiful bitch hard into her. She reached up to grip the pulsing throat. She loved the sudden fear she felt from Aria. She lowered her mouth to a velvet ear and whispered. Her breathing was ragged with the excitement and expectation of what was to come. "Now Aria sweet... you surely didn't think you could tease me as you have and get away with it... did you?" Dalton held Aria in tightly and reached up to feel those firm breasts. She squeezed one, then the other.
Aria yelled out and tried to struggle free but she was firmly held and her wrist were bound. Having the stranger in back of her made it impossible to strike or kick. Now she realized what it was that she sensed about this one. It was a kind of mania... a lack of reason coupled with rage. "Let me go this instant Dalton!"
Dalton chuckled at the demand and whispered again into a sweet soft ear. She continued to squeeze those luscious titties. "Let you go? Oh no Aria. You will go nowhere except where I put you. I am going to burn your ass little one. I am going to show you how to behave. Your Klancy will thank me." Daltons voice took on a stronger tone. "You shouldn't have walked out on her!"
The stranger tore at Aria's shirt. She opened it enough to see nipples from over the struggling shoulders. The sight threw her into animal lust. The whole breasts shook as she ripped the shirt away. She loved how Aria sobbed in her helplessness. She took a breast in each hand and pulled the darling woman back into her, squeezing and mashing them mercilessly. "yes, that's right... cry for me." She felt Aria stiffen and stop crying then. "You are defying me!" She screamed. It was intolerable. That is what Gilde did that she hated most. She defied Dalton's desires. "You will cry!"
Dalton stopped the stallion and dismounted, pulling a kicking Aria down with her. She was furious. She stood the small twisting woman on her feet. She raised her hand and came down hard with a vicious slap. Aria hit the earth full force. She had no time to recover when Dalton raised her up again by her hair. The scream that came from her delighted the obsessed stranger. "Yes little lovely one... that is what I want." She gave her captive a hard shove and then another driving the stumbling woman to a nearby tree.
Holding Aria face forward against the tree and pressing her in hard with one hand, Dalton proceeded to strip her yelling captive forcefully. The rough bark scraped against soft skin. "You fucking little bitch! How dare you leave me!" Dalton lost all reason in her rage. She threw Aria down to the ground. Dalton sat on Aria's legs and tied them together at the ankles with strips of material from the skirt she tore from the beautiful body.
Aria was stunned when she heard the screaming accusation. She knew now that there was no hope of help through talking. This woman was insane with her pain. Fear crept through her and replaced the outrage. She lay on her side on the grassy meadow floor and watched Dalton walk to her stallion. The tall stranger reached into saddlebags and brought out a leather strap. A sob caught in Aria's throat when she saw it. She hated what she heard herself say then. "No... No don't Dalton. I'll give you what you want. Don't do this Dalton." She hung her head in self hatred and defeat.
Dalton smiled and spoke in a syrupy voice. "But Gilde, this IS what I want. Now turn over all the way onto your stomach, Gilde. I am going to give you your whipping. You know I have to."
Aria nearly choked. She just stared up at those wild slate-black eyes. She managed a simple "no" before that leather strap came down on her. Over and over it came. She never did know how many times it stung her or how long that hideous whipping lasted. She was covered in welts before it was over. Her breasts did not escape the strap. They throbbed with the heat of the whipping. She heard herself screaming through it all. She had no choice. This dark stranger had taken all choice from her. She thought it odd somehow that she should suddenly feel a thunderous throbbing in her sex. But she did feel it. She knew her defiance was over. All she wanted was to please Dalton.
Dalton could hardly contain her lust as she watched Aria's beautiful body twist and writhe under the strap. She just wanted to hurt the girl... to punish her. There were so many ways. She stopped the whipping. Her own sex was dripping now. She remembered how Gilde hated her ass fucked. She loved to hear her beg for an end to it. That was the order of the day.
Dalton reached down and untied Aria's ankles. She lifted the weakened, sobbing woman so that her bound hands were laying under her. "You are going to get fucked now Gilde. Do you want it?" Her voice was feral. She could feel the terror and the excitement from the bound woman. "Answer!"
"Yes" It was a small reply but enough to drive the already explosive stranger into a mad frenzy. Aria felt herself lifted at the waist. Her sex was screaming for attention. The soreness of her welted body mingled with desire. She was hot. She didn't care now that she had been duped, forced and humiliated. It all seemed part of a grand movement toward a final ecstasy. She felt rough hands rubbing over her blistered behind and fingers traveling to her sex. The wetness there astonished her. She threw her legs straight out behind her when those long strong fingers plunged into her without warning. Dalton was strong and held her up at the waist.
Dalton fucked Aria. She did not pause or tease. She fucked the woman good. She heard Aria cry out and felt her beautiful body stiffen. Suddenly Aria came. It was long and hard and wild. There was no pretense. Dalton slowly withdrew her fingers and opened her own britches as she held the naked woman in place.
"You are going to cry for me now." She moved behind that sweet red ass. Holding tightly to Aria's waist, Dalton leaned into the girl. The struggle beneath her kicked off a new pulsing of lust. She guided the phallus to that little rosebud and shoved her hips forward, plunging into sweet Aria's ass hole. Dalton sighed deeply in complete satisfaction as she listened to Aria scream. There was nothing now but this. She pushed and pounded mercilessly. She thought vaguely that she heard her captive cumming again. But Dalton was lost in her own ecstasy. She rode and plunged like the animal she was. She felt her climax come rocking up in her. It hit like a quake and shook her nearly to blindness.
Later... sometime in the early morning. Aria awoke laying naked on a bench in the courtyard. She thought she felt the brush of a kiss on her face for a moment just before she opened her eyes. She was dreadfully sore and dreadfully sated. She wondered if she could make it to her room without being seen by any of the Lodgers.
____****____
(Killian)
Killian stretched in bed. She hated to have to pee in the middle of a good sleep. Down the hall she trudged to the water closet, and back again, in her flannel pajama top, that came to juuuust below her heated ass.
The lass walked to the window, and looked out on the misty morning. Bird song brought a smile to the sleepy woman's serene face. She stretched again, noticing something moving in the mist below.
A fawn. No. A large rabbit. Um, no. A flesh colored pony? Killian mused as she took a sip of water. The water shot out of her mouth and onto the widow pane, as Killian heard a deafening whisper.
"Get your sweet ass down here with a robe, and let me the fuck IN!"
"Aria? Aria is a small pony?" Killian was not quite awake.
"Kill---eeeeeeeee--ANNNNNNEE" Aria seethed through chattering teeth.
Killian tugged the window open. "Be right down." She said cheerily. "Um, you might want to get behind a bush there sweetie, just in case."
"Shut up, and move little girl, or i swear-" Aria was dancing now from one bare foot to another.
"Ok. Stay there. Be down in a jiffy." Killian shut the window, and momentarily imagined just taking a bath instead.
But no, Aria had sharp teeth, and she bites.
Killian grabbed a robe, and ran stealthily down the stairs.
____****____
(Aria)
“Killian I asked you to bring me a robe, not knit me one” Aria managed to both yell and whisper at the same time.
“Damn that insane bitch, Dalton.” Aria said and felt her crotch clench.
"After the ride she really took me on, she deposits me naked and covered in welts in my own courtyard."
“Klancy will lose her mind” Aria thought. Not because I went with someone else, but because I went with a stranger. Aria knew her Courtly Butch would tolerate a coupling with one of her beloved sisters, but she was always clear that the offer did not extend to an outsider.
She could hear Killian’s slippered feet scurrying down the stairs with the robe. “Remind me not to ask you for a kidney some day” as she snatched the robe and covered her battered body. Killian gasped at the sight of Aria. Though she had seen Aria’s body after each and very encounter with Klancy, nothing prepared her for the sight of her best friend. Aria was covered in welts as wide as her hand. Dried blood lined several of them.
There was not a 4 inch area that did not show some form of assault. Tears welled in Killian’s eyes and she asked her with a trembling voice, “where is Klancy, I will kill her myself for this, this time she went to far.”
Aria reached for her friend, both to comfort her and to quiet her. “Honey, we need to talk, but not here, and please keep your voice down.”
Trying to quiet Killian while she was protecting Aria, was akin to trying to get Nessa to change her mind when she was committed to something. Aria just hugged her Killy close and led her up to her room, “we’ll talk upstairs, but I need you to pull yourself together and just listen to me, ok?”
“Yes, Aria I will, but I am still going to talk to that Klancy”.
Once inside the safety of Killian’s room, Aria told her “this is not Klancy’s handiwork, my love. Do you remember in the bar last night… that stranger. Aria’s eye’s drifted at the mere memory. I was so mad at Klancy and Dalton’s oozed danger and I am pre-menstrual …” Aria dropped her head into her hands and let herself give into all the disapproving feelings she felt about herself.
Killian had never seen Aria like this and promptly fell apart. They held on to each other and quietly sobbed all the while comforting each other. As Aria felt her composure returning. She pulled herself together and headed for the very same bath Killian pushed back to save her good friend. Grabbing Kil’s hand she led her into the bathroom, where she drew a bath and scented it with one of Killy’s many bath powders. Together they climbed in, each enjoying the warm water for very different yet similar reasons.
“Killian, Dalton was the farthest I’ve ever gone or been taken” Aria said as submerged herself to her chin in the sweet smelling water. Kil did the same things. Aria’s legs on the outside and Killian’s on the inside… they talked until the water turned cold.
Killian left the tub with her first real insight into the sexual side of Aria. It wasn’t until Aria explained that it’s the not the pain that turned her on, but the fact that she willed herself to get through it, that turned her on. It was finding someone that could make her take it, make her get through it, that got to her. Submitting by sheer will never appealed to Aria – being forced to submit, now that was a different story. Throw in some real anger and she was good to go.
“Are you going to tell Klancy what happened?” Killian asked in hushed tones as she watched Aria leave for her own room. “No, Dalton’s gone and if I can just keep covered up for a few days, you and I are the only two that need to know how stupid I’ve been.”
Killian watched Aria walk gingerly down the stairs. She secretly wondered if she should talk to someone about what Dalton had done to Aria. As if they were truly separated at birth, Aria turned on her heels and winced as she climbed high enough to make eye contact with her confidant, “honey I mean it, there was something about Dalton that touched my heart, and she may come back. I don’t want her to come back a branded woman… so not a word. Promise me, Kil.”
Killian silently crossed her heart and that was good enough for Aria, she trusted her little one with her life and more importantly her own heart.
____****____
(Dalton the Dark, Dungeon, by Lord Nessa)
Firelight flickered against a handsome face and slate black eyes. Dalton sat staring at the flames, deep in psychotic thought. She twisted a dagger round and round; the fingers of one hand on the hilt and the fingers of the other on the blade tip. She could not stop thinking of the one who looked like Gilde. She was so nice but still feisty. Dalton thought she should have that little bitch tamed. What she felt instead was that Aria was acting, just to get it over with. Dalton never needed much of a reason to feel the rage that pulsed within her like a pacing tiger. But the thought that Aria fooled her, brought seething to boiling.
In her twisted way, Dalton thought she was an advocate and a champion for the brave warrior, Klancy who must also be fooled by the deceitful Aria. She resolved to take matters further. Aria would understand that she belonged to somebody... that she cannot just leave somebody... ever! The mercenary fitted the dagger into the sash at her waist. She doused the fire, saddled her stallion and rode back toward the Lodge. Thoughts of how she would enjoy hurting the Lady clouded over and covered an already dying sanity.
The night was hot. Aria slept fitfully, turning over, this way and that. The last two nights were restless. The dark stranger stayed in her mind, nagging and persistent, like a toothache. The encounter effected the beautiful Lady in several ways. She was angry that she didn't fight any harder than she did. The bitch was violating her after all. She recalled reaching her dagger only to have it knocked from her bound hands. Aria was still a better fighter than that though. She thought she surely could have fought well enough to at least gotten a start on escape.
Then there was the way the rough treatment effected her sexually. She pondered. What was this excitement? All her life she had thoughts of such things but thought of them as merely fantasy. A means to intense climaxing. Now it happened for real... a mysterious and slightly crazy stranger entered and began to satisfy that deep need. 'Never mind' she thought. It is over and I will never again allow such an attack. She lay drifting in a near sleep state, thinking of her beloved Klancy. Oh, how she missed her warrior.
The vine was nice and strong. Dalton hated the adventure of heights if it was at all precarious. She had the Lady's dagger clenched between her teeth. She knew which was Aria's room because she saw the woman standing at her window hours ago. She thought it would be dawn soon. She wanted to be up the side of this Lodge and inside the room while under the cover of darkness. Ahh, the ledge, finally. She pulled her long body up and through the window in one swift effort. She was slinky as a shadow.
Dalton stood looking down at the beauty as she slept. That thin sleeping shift was all that covered sweet breasts and a pretty round ass. She could see the dark V between naked thighs. Slowly, Dalton lowered herself over Aria and brought her face and the blade of the dagger as close to that beautiful neck as she could get. She whispered. "Aria." Eyes flew open and Dalton was ready. She clamped a hand over Aria's mouth before a scream was possible. She pressed the dagger to sweet giving flesh. Aria was stiff but stayed still. "It's me, Aria. I have come to give you what you have coming." Dalton's voice was smooth.
Aria felt the knife at her throat. She had the sense not to panic. She decided that holding still would be best for now. She felt Daltons hand ease off her mouth. 'My Goddess of mercy' she thought. 'how can this be?' She slid her gaze to the open window. The beauty felt her breathing start back up. "You could have knocked Dalton. I mean isn't climbing up through my window a bit dramatic?"
Dalton felt a confusion at the casual attitude and sarcastic statement from the woman. She was just off guard enough. She felt something crash into the side of her head. She fell with amazing momentum. The stranger was stunned, not only by the blow to her head but by the strength and audacity behind it.
Aria leaped. She kept a grip on the large candle base. It was the only thing at hand and it seemed effective enough to stop the obsessed Dalton... for now. She was on her feet and flying. That door was so far away! She added this to her small list of drawbacks to a spacious living area. Aria made it to the door more quickly than it seemed to her adrenalin driven senses. The latch was in place! Her mind was screaming. It would take both hands. She tossed away the only weapon she had. Grasping the handle and the latch simultaneously, Aria lifted and pulled. The door gave and came opening toward her. Just at that moment something slammed into her back with a force that jolted her against the door and held her pressed hard against it. Dalton!
Dalton's heart pounded with wrath. She bared her teeth like a hunting cat and hissed into the back of Aria's neck as she pressed her full weight against the smaller body. Grabbing the upper arms of this insolent woman, Dalton twisted her around to face her. She looked down into that defiant face. 'Gilde,' she thought. 'She is so like Gilde.' Suddenly before either woman really had a grip on the spark between them, Dalton leaned in and kissed that luscious mouth. Arias lips were soft and full. Dalton pressed her tongue in just slightly and felt it against another. Heat slammed into her. She had a hot pulsing need to strip this little bitch and fuck her hard. But first... Dalton broke the kiss and pulled the stunned woman away from the door. In one swift move, she struck Aria hard enough to send her reeling to the floor.
Aria scrambled to her feet and rushed at the mercenary, striking her face again and again. But Dalton was fast and strong. She grabbed Aria's wrists and held the smaller woman motionless; crushing her into her arms. Still, Aria struggled. She was too close to get a good kick in and her arms were now pinned behind her by the maddened Dalton.
"I will teach you better you evil fucking bitch!" Dalton's slate colored eyes turned glossy black.
Aria flung her head back in contempt. "I loath you!" Her voice was barely audible. She spit in Dalton's face. Aria wasn't thinking about how far too far was. She acted on her feelings and right now she felt outrage. She watched her spittle run down Dalton's face. "And Klancy will kill you!"
The fury in Dalton loosened into freedom. She let go her grip and slapped Aria with unbridled force. she watched as the sweet body lifted in a graceful twist and dropped heavily to the ground. She walked to where Aria fell. Dalton kneeled down and ripped the thin sleeping shift away in one rapid movement. She pulled the semi-conscious woman up by the waist and slung her toward the bed. Lifting both wrists and holding them together, Dalton used the shreds of the shift to tie them. Then she looped another strip of shift between Aria's wrists and tied them securely to the top if a corner post of the bed. Aria was stretched to her full height. Her breasts jutted out invitingly.
Dalton could see that Aria was coming to awareness. Quickly she drew a long scarf from her pouch. She so wanted to hear this naughty girl scream as she punished her. But the rest of the Lodge was still sleeping and she was known to be considerate. She stuffed a piece of the scarf into that caustic pouty mouth and tied it firmly at the back. She looked at the beautiful woman, hoisted, naked and gagged. Hot desire thudded through her. She smiled as Aria opened her eyes and became aware of her rather restricted position. It was wonderful to watch surprise and defeat cross the lady's face.
But Aria was not finished. She felt her face swelling from that hard blow. It raised the anger in her as it throbbed. The bad ass was close and Aria's feet were free. She threw her strongest leg out and landed a heavy kick to Dalton's stomach. She felt a sweet satisfaction as the dark bitch pitched forward with a yell and lost her breath. Aria managed to throw another well placed kick to the side of Dalton's face. More satisfaction came when she saw that handsome, crazed head jerk back as Dalton's whole body lost strength and hit the floor. But alas, the intruder would not remain weakened and Aria was still bound and gagged. She waited helplessly while Dalton regained her full awareness along with a renewed fury.
Rage flew from Dalton's soul. She rose to her feet, slate eyes smoldering with a haze of insanity that truly frightened Aria when she saw. Dalton said nothing but the silence seemed to echo pure malevolence. She walked to the hearth and wrapped a fist around a broomstick left by the tidy maid. Her movements were calculated and methodical. She reached into her pouch and drew out her handy scarves. She tied a scarf to each end of the stick.
Stepping stealthily behind the bound woman so as not to get another foot planted in her anywhere, Dalton stood close and grabbed a fistful of long blonde hair and tugged down hard. The scream that muffled through the gag served to thrill the dark woman. She reached down with one hand and pulled one leg up from the ankle, tying it with the other end of the scarf that dangled from the knot at one end of the stick. The second ankle was tied to the other end.
Dalton stood back and looked at her trussed up captive. "You will learn now pretty bitch. You will see what happens to a woman who defies me!" Dalton felt blood trickling from the corner of her mouth where Aria's foot slammed it into her teeth. She walked to the closet. She rummaged until she found what she was looking for... a small riding whip. Perfect! Stepping back to Aria, Dalton pulled her own clothes off. She stood naked tapping the whip in her palm. "Now, you will be mine. I will make you mine!" she hissed. " You are going to dance with your legs spread wide and your hands tied up. I won't be able to hear you begging because of that dreadful gag.... but you will be begging indeed little cunt."
Aria took in a deep breath when she saw Daltons arm pull back to strike. She could not contain the screams that came flying from her as she was whipped hard and fast. Over and over came the stinging, burning strikes. This was vicious and Aria barely maintained consciousness. Suddenly it stopped. She heaved deep breaths through her nose and moaned out through the gag on each exhale. 'Oh Goddess have mercy... get me through this pain' she prayed. She let her head fall back. She saw Dalton watching her... smiling.
"You don't think I am finished do you cunt?" Dalton loved to see how helpless this woman was now after her defiance. She thrilled at how that beautiful body trembled and shook with each strike of the whip. The stick that served to keep her feet wide apart was a perfect length. The pretty shuddering thing could not close her legs or kick. Dalton came up close. She took the crying woman by the waist and twisted her around to face her.
"Mmmm. Want Dalton to whip you more? Hmm?" she teased, grabbing one very erect nipple in her fingers and pinching hard. She loved the look of fear and pain in those pretty tear filled eyes. And how the bound woman tried to pull away! lovely. This was just like Gilde. Dalton lost her hold on reality at the thought. 'No, this IS Gilde' she thought. Suddenly the pain of loss turned into renewed rage. She pinched the nipple harder and twisted. She delighted at how little Gilde cried out with the pain. She could tell her darling was getting hoarse from screaming even behind the gag. "Now now, Gilde... you know what has to happen. I am fucking not through little cunt! I'll teach you to leave me!" Dalton stepped back and drove the whip down across those gorgeous shaking breasts. "You are mine! Do you fucking get it yet? Mine!"
Aria felt like her screams were turning into her throat. They were fading like her consciousness. She couldn't plead through the gag any more. The pain turned to something else as she drifted. When she lifted her head at what seemed like hours later she was looking into a face that grinned maniacally. She felt the gag being removed. Dalton held the back of her head and began a soft kissing all over her face. She could not cry any more. She could not speak or scream. She was so grateful that the whipping stopped. Dalton reached Aria's mouth and kissed her with a passion that mingled with the pain.
"Need your fucking now baby? hmm? Answer me, Gilde." Dalton was lost in the scene she had played out again and again with her runaway lover. Aria did not respond. Dalton pulled her hair hard and spat through her teeth. "I asked you if you need your fucking!"
Aria managed to croak a small but significant "yes, Dalton." She wasn't entirely sure that it was out of fear alone. She could feel the wet dripping down her inner thighs. She was extremely excited for a woman who could not move. She saw that her response pleased Dalton. Something in her rejoiced. She felt something hard against her sex opening. Before she knew what it was, it was thrust up into her hard. It was something Dalton was holding in her fist. It felt wonderful. Each time Dalton drove it in, her wrist pushed on Aria's clit. Dalton was relentless. Over and over she got that mysterious something pushed up into her.
The fucking was wild and hot. Dalton looked with incredible lust at the beautiful face before her. She watched as Aria went into her soaring climax. She shoved the whip handle in one last time and held it while the beauty rode out her ecstasy. Aria's sweet juices ran over her wrist. Aria collapsed. Dalton pulled the whip handle out of the spread open and hanging limp figure. Gods! How beautiful she was! The mercenary lifted her up at the waist and undid the tie at the bedpost. She hoisted her body to the side of the bed and laid her down face up. Aria's spread legs hung down over the side of the bed.
Dalton climbed over the swollen breasts and straddled Aria's face. "Wake up love. Suck your master nicely." She heard the beauty moan and felt a hot tongue slip inside. She rocked back and forth on that exquisite mouth, groaning out obscenities that told of her desire to further hurt and violate the young woman. Her expression of her fantasies plummeted her to a massive orgasm built up over days of need. She threw her head back in the throws of ecstasy and howled, releasing the animal within.
Dalton jumped when she heard the pounding at the door. Her senses returned as she looked around the room and down at the ravished lady. Aria's words rang in her ears, "Klancy will kill you." She grabbed her clothes in a bundle and headed for the window, grabbing the lady's dagger as she went. She wanted this one last thing. She dove for the vine outside the window as she heard the door splinter from some force on the other side.
The vine swayed as Dalton grabbed it and swung outward. 'Fuck!' her grip was fine but her weight was too much. The dark stranger held her breath when the vine snapped. Thoughts of Gilde flooded her vision.
A fall like that was not likely to kill a woman of Dalton's size and strength. It was the dagger she held that plunged into her when she hit the ground. It split her from stomach to heart. She died with the scent of Aria on her hands and the name of Gilde on her lips...
____****____
The End - 'Aria Meets Dalton', by Aria & Dalton (aided by the pen of
Lord Nessa)