Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

The Advisor
 

by Lord Nessa
December 23rd, 2001

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Nessa left the room. She didn't know what the feeling was. Frustration, confusion or really pissed off. It didn't matter because no matter what, she didn't know what to do with this load she was carrying inside. She went down to get a drink of Klancy's root beer and sit with the feeling.

She left tris crying. Naked, hot as any whore, and crying. The girl was doing her best to please the Lord but Nessa had to keep too much in check. She would rather the little wench just stop all this teasing and trying, and go back to the way she was before.

Nessa blamed herself. She could be gentle. She had shown that. But it went against the darker grain to always be that way. She came away unsatisfied. tris then was left to feel that she was not good enough or desirable enough. Nessa swigged at the root beer and cursed aloud.

"Whoa! so what's up, tall dark and dark?" Nessa turned to look into the very pretty face of dj. The blonde walked around the bar and approached the Warrior grinning. "It's got to be pretty bad if your down here by yourself swilling that flat stuff of Klancy's" she said.

"I didn't know anyone was left here. The Solstice has most folk someplace else." Nessa spoke evenly, attempting to hide the feelings that were sitting right on her chest.

dj stood looking at Nessa for a minute and then said. "I'm not gone Warrior. Talk to me. I bet I can help." she ended with a wink and a nod toward the empty chair at the table.

Nessa stood. "I have forgotten myself, lady! Please have this chair. Sit with me." She bowed and pulled the chair out for the wench. They both sat and faced each other. dj just smiled, not uncomfortable with the silence. Nessa cleared her throat. and noticed her own nervousness.

This was the pretty wench that first greeted Nessa when she arrived at the Inn. She recalled how embarrassed she was at her reaction to the greeting. Now the woman sat here in front of her waiting to hear Nessa talk about how she couldn't be around her little tris for fear of crushing the girl's spirit with her dark desires. Nessa didn't even understand why the little one's spirit mattered to her anyway... it just did.

"Well, you see dj, I ah have... my... needs." Nessa wondered why she was sharing this. Maybe because dj was a willing listener. Or maybe she could really help. Nessa decided it was worth the effort and continued. "tris is a sort of fragile girl. She was wandering the forest half starved when I found her. You saw the shape she was in when we came in from the storm that night."

Nessa went on and told dj all about how she had been very forceful that first day, just whipping and taking the girl hard and cold. Then after saving her from the storm, she felt the obligation of her tradition to care for tris, who by the way, didn't even have a name until the Lord gave it to her. She explained that tris had lived as a sexual slave and toilet for the use of man after man her whole life. The girl never had a place in the world until coming to Nessa and the Inn. She wanted to die... really wanted to die. That was when Nessa got the clue that this girl needed a different kind of handling.

She had only begun to have even mild sex with tris after she lost her claim on the beautiful sarah, and that sex was admittedly to ease the pain. But Nessa couldn't deny her desire to go further with tris any longer. tris would do anything for Lord Nessa now. But what would it do to tris to be tied tightly down and taken the way that satisfied Lord Nessa the most?

dj listened. when it seemed that the Warrior was finished she spoke. "I'll be plain spoken with you, my Lord. I need to ask you if the little wench gets good and wet for you when you do what you do with her now."

"That she does!" answered the Lord. She liked this honesty.

"Does she know about your darkness?"

"Well, I'm sure she does wenchy. I've made no secret of it to anyone."

dj smiled and said, "No, my Lord, you haven't." Then she asked, "Why is it that you think she doesn't want your complete attentions, my Lord?"

Complete attentions. Nessa had never heard such a way of speaking. She liked it. But the question held in Nessa's head. Why did she think tris didn't want her "complete attentions?" She thought a minute and said puzzled, "I'm not sure, lady, I just think she may be too ... well ... breakable inside."

"Well, I have to wonder, Nessa, if she didn't break when she was the very worse off, why would she break when she is the best off she has ever been? Huh?" dj looked at the gray eyes of the Lord and continued. "I just bet our tris really wants you the way you truly are but doesn't know how to tell you or to ask. And... I just bet if you went right in that room and did what you need to do, she would be plenty wet and coming for you in no time."

Nessa both appreciated and was struck by dj's casual manner. "but you see, dj... I want to do things to her that will hurt... really hurt."

"And maybe that is what she wants... really wants." dj was cool.

Nessa was ready to leap out of her own skin at the prospect. "You think?" she asked.

"Only one way to find out, Warrior" dj confirmed.

It was enough. Nessa stood up over the wenchy and bowed low. "I'll be taking my leave now dj and I thank you with all my soul." She moved across the floor and up the stairs in motion so quick and smooth it almost appeared that her feet weren't touching the floor at all.

dj sat smiling and looking forward to sounds from the room upstairs.

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Nessa pushed the door to her room open wide. tris stood in surprise thinking her Lord would be gone longer. Nessa noticed that she was dressed now. She looked right into those soft brown eyes and held the gaze while she walked in, kicked the door closed and strode across the room where the wench stood. She watched tris change from surprise to fear at her actions. The wench stepped back a couple of steps and stopped when Nessa did.

Nessa saw how tris swallowed nervously. She spoke in a low, dangerous tone. "I've come to a decision about how things will be tris. I will have you as my little slut, and that means just what you think it means." She paused for effect. She could see tris nearly buckling at the knees. She kept her eyes on the girl, watching how she trembled and how the look of fright crept in with understanding of Nessa's meaning.

Nessa undid her belt and pulled it slowly from her britches. "Come here, tris. You will be getting a whipping. Come on, tris, obey me or have it worse."

Nessa saw the struggle in tris' face. Tears came up and spilled down her face. But she obeyed. Nessa slapped the belt against the side of her own leg and said. "Take off that shirt, I want to see the breasts that belong to me." Again, the wench obeyed. Nessa reached out and grabbed one nipple between cruel, twisting fingers. tris cried out at the force of it.

"You stand still tris! Don't you move!" Nessa demanded. tris held. She swayed and cried but she held to her place. Nessa let go of the nipple and reaching around tris' waist pulled the wench to her. She bent her head low and took the hurt nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard. It was lovely to feel the girl turning in pain as she held her and listened to her sweet whimpering.

Nessa let go and stepped back. tris nearly lost balance. The Warrior felt the surging in her blood that signaled the point at which there would be no reasoning or stopping the inevitable. The wench's breasts quivered deliciously with the sobbing. "You don't hope to get your whipping with those pants on, do you little slut? Hmm? Do you tris" Nessa baited the girl.

"N... no my... Lord" was the timid answer, and tris removed her britches.

"Good girl. Now hold your hands out in front of you." Nessa delighted in tris' obedience. She held both of the wench's wrists with one hand and pulled her to the chair. tris broke down.

"Don't whip me Lord Nessa." she pled. "Please, please" Oh, it was throbbing hard on the Lord to see and hear this. This was good.

Nessa sat and pulled this shivering beauty across her lap. That pretty ass shook hard under the whipping. tris screamed and begged and got wetter and wetter. The Lord stopped whipping her long enough to press a finger down onto her cunt to find out just how hot her little slut was.

She finally dropped the belt. She relished in the sight of the red welts on this pretty ass. She rubbed it. She fingered tris' little pussy and rubbed on her clit as she lay there. Her crying had turned to moans now as she moved her ass up and down with the fucking.

Nessa heard her beginning to gasp and her movements went from swaying to rocking against those long fingers. Nessa fucked her good. She pulled out almost all the way and then pressed back in hard. This had the effect she wanted. tris felt her orgasm hit hard. It was everywhere. It thundered through her, shattering all memory of anything else. This was all there was. Lord Nessa had taken her to the peak of ecstasy. She screamed it out as it throbbed. tris fell silent over the Lord's lap.

Nessa stood with the wench in her arms. In one fluid movement, the naked girl was face down on the bed. The wild Warrior was kneeling behind open legs, pulling her britches open.

"Now, you will get what I have needed to give you my slut. I will fuck your ass." tris tried to wriggle away when she heard Nessa speak this. But the Warrior had her pinned. "No no no little girl. You will be mine in this way!"

Nessa held her waist and pulled her up high. She listened for the screams she knew she would hear as she pressed into tris's sweet struggling body. She pounded up that beautiful ass. She grunted and pushed till the sweat rolled down her face. tris screamed wonderfully and still she fucked her. Finally rapture slammed into her as she rammed. She yelled out praises to all gods as she came. She was rocked to the core with this one. She had waited so long and wanted so much.

She pulled out slowly and kissed the sweet sobbing girl softly. Laying down behind tris, Nessa slept the good sleep, thanking dj silently as she drifted.

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