Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Dangerous Liaison
Dungeon
By Dalton - (Lord Nessa)
Oct 13th, 2002
____****____
Disclaimer: This story is only a story. It has been written with the expressed approval of, and collaboration with, the exquisite Lady Aria. Long may she grace these halls. ~
Dalton is a dark stranger who came to the Lodge some time ago and left in a hurry. But I was not finished with her so let’s just call this an alternate universe sort of thing. Nessa/Dana ~ DUNGEON
Dangerous Liaison
by Dalton
_______________
Footsteps at last! Dalton felt a cramp in the leg she was leaning on along with an extra thump in her heart. For days now, the mercenary worked at avoiding the desire that continued to build from the moment she saw the delectable Aria. But Dalton never could control the madness. She pulled the door to her room open in time to see a startled Lady Aria who was merely passing (who would ever detect the slight hesitation at the dark stranger’s door?).
Dalton shot her hand out, grabbing a bare shapely arm. She had the beauty pulled into her room and pressed against the closed door with her own tall, hungry body before a sound could find it’s way from those sweet full lips. She held Aria against the door, lowering her head to taste the quivering mouth. The kiss started from Dalton and traveled to and then through Aria. They were locked in a passion neither understood.
Aria came to her senses. She pushed against Dalton, separating their mouths a scant inch and lashed, “How do you dare! I am not one for the simple taking!”
Dalton smiled. “No milady, you are not. And I’ll not be simple about it.” Then, without ceremony or warning she slapped the Lady hard but held her to the door. “Will you fight me? Is that part of the fulfillment of your desire?” The answer was known to both. The game was on.
Aria tried to twist away. It was a very good attempt too. In fact, Dalton may have questioned whether the Lady really wanted the oncoming plunder, if it mattered to her. But she couldn’t allow it to matter now. Her lust for Aria already burst through boundaries. There was no stopping her.
But Aria was going to fight. They both knew it. Dalton had been watching the proud beauty for days. She saw strength of will in the woman’s every movement. She knew too, that Aria was watching her as well. What was that look if it wasn’t one of lust and knowing? What did it mean that she bent so low as to afford the mercenary a tantalizing view of two thirds of her breasts? No… this was not rape. But it was not going to be easy either.
Dalton pulled a small rag soaked with extract of Damien root from her pocket. Quickly, before the scream could form, she covered the struggling woman’s mouth and nose with the narcotic rag. She held there until Aria’s sweet body went limp and into unconsciousness.
Dalton was gentle now. She picked the drooping Aria up to cradle her in her arms and laid her down on the quilt covering the bed. She drew each side up and over the prone woman thus wrapping her like a solstice present. She tossed the package over her shoulder and stole through the Lodge and out to the stables. No one saw the dark specter-like figure riding swiftly from the property with a bundle of Aria laid over the saddle in front of her.
____****____
Extract of Damien root was powerful enough to put the lady out for just long enough to get her quietly away from the Lodge. Aria regained consciousness while being jostled over Dalton’s horse. Being wrapped in the quilt helped spare her a worse bruising. She realized what had happened and decided to feign the stupor until she could move and see. She felt her face swelling from that jarring slap.
Finally, the damn horse stopped. Aria thought she might be sick until she felt herself being pulled from the horse and carried. She knew it was Dalton, of course. Her nausea was replaced with hate. She held to silence and waited.
Dalton was driven by some false justification that told her she was right to do this. She was also driven by the exquisite sense of power it gave her to conquer this headstrong woman. Dalton was filled with a lust to hurt, and mark her; to hear her screams for mercy. She was ready for it all… she thought.
The clearing was perfect. There was grassy turf, a fallen tree and a cover of forest all around them. Dawn was peeking through the trees when Dalton laid the Lady down on the ground. She pulled at the quilt until Aria was unwrapped from it. She looked at the beautiful face.
Dropping her vigilance proved to wreck the smoothness of how this seemed to be going for Dalton. Suddenly she doubled over from a blow to her ribs. A fist smashed into the side of her face, tossing her over to hit the ground. The beautiful captive was no longer asleep and was apparently pissed off.
Aria loved the satisfaction she felt when she rose to her feet and brought a fast knee up to thud into the solar plexus of the dark Dane who was struggling to rise. The little fighter twisted and jammed an elbow into the rugged face of the mercenary. She could tell by the sound and the spurt of blood that Dalton’s nose was broken. Dalton let out a screeching yell. The sound was so wild, Aria jumped back and looked into eyes that burned fury. She turned and broke into a run.
Dalton recovered and gained her footing. She was a tightly wound wire before, but now, she snapped. She could not connect to the rational in this state. She lunged after Aria who was already on a steady run. But Dalton closed the distance speeding on longer, stronger legs than the feisty Lady. She reached out and grabbed a fistful of flying blonde hair and stopped, causing Aria to jerk back hard. The beauty dropped to the ground screaming at the near ripping of her scalp.
Dalton leaped on top of Aria grasping the Lady’s beautiful neck in one large hand. She hit Aria’s face several times. Aria finally held still as the gripping fingers pressed on her throat. Blood streamed from the Danes nose. “Alright. I will have to really hurt you now” she rasped. Quickly, she stood, bringing Aria up with her, holding her by the throat.
Aria could see the insanity in the dark eyes of the raging Dane. She knew there would be no reasoning. There was also not much chance of getting the upper hand. Still, she knew she had another punch in her and she was determined to let it loose somewhere on the crazy Dalton. She just couldn’t do it yet because she was close to passing out from the hold Dalton had on her throat. She couldn’t get a breath. She felt her shirt being ripped away.
____****____
Dalton was furious but not totally unaware of what she was doing. She closed her fingers on the beautiful Aria’s neck, squeezing the windpipe just enough. When Aria passed out, the mercenary released her hold. She threw that gorgeous body to the ground.
Dalton was livid. Blood ran from her nose in a stream. Her black silk shirt was sticky with it. The swelling was immense and the pain matched it. This was the second time her nose had been broken. She thought this little bitch would fight but she was unprepared for the skill and power packed in that precious body. That alone was enough to put her rage on full charge. This would not happen again.
Quickly binding Aria’s small wrists together with a handy scarf, Dalton was determined to restrict movement of those wicked arms and legs. The dark Dane would not have her plan to fuck this woman further undermined by her own lack of readiness. She drew her dagger and stabbed the closest Cypress tree. She drove that dagger in to the hilt. Then, lifting Aria’s limp, half naked body upright, she hooked the tied wrists over the protruding dagger handle. A sweet pair of dainty feet dangled just above the ground. Dalton stood back.
Aria re-gained her senses. Her throat was dry and sore. She was hanging from something on a tree. She looked up into the slate black eyes of pure malice. She was ready to spit venom and she did. “You filthy piece of dragon dung! You will have to kill me because if you don’t I will find you in your sleep and cut your guts out!” she hissed. “You are pathetic Dalton. You live inside your own insanity! You have to take what you want because any woman would have to be as crazy as you are to give herself to you!” Aria pulled in a breath and thought she caught a glint of hurt in those damnable dark eyes.
Dalton turned away, wordless. She walked to the fallen tree. She lifted a booted foot to a lower branch and shoved hard. The branch snapped. Her movements were deliberate and methodical as she went about tying long scarves that she took from her saddle pack to each end of the dead branch. She was aware of the hanging girls eyes on her. The Dane seethed. Oh she was going to make this teasing bitch regret her treacherous words.
Standing far enough away to be out of range of a possible kicking foot, Dalton let the prepared spreader bar fall. She wiped blood from her face and spat on the ground. She peered at Aria, undaunted by the distain she saw in that beautiful face. She allowed a small smile to touch her mouth as she watched those expressive eyes turn from disgust to fear while she slowly drew her belt from her leather britches. She spoke. “Did you know, Aria, that I am a magician of sorts? I can change your whole way of thinking with this belt.” Dalton wrapped the buckled end of her belt around a hand.
“It may take a while since you are so positive that your thinking is so much more sane than mine. But… let’s just see shall we?”
The dark Dane brought her belted hand high and whipped the thick leather strap down hard across Aria’s firm breasts. She stood motionless, drinking in the sight of Aria’s quivering mounds and watching how the woman tried to contain a cry. “Shall we try again? C’mon now Aria… cry for your Dalton. C’mon.” The belt struck again on the place where the welt was just rising. Aria held her voice but her body twisted in betrayal. The cringe was not lost on Dalton. “Hmmm. Well, we have the whole day but there is much to do. Now Cry for me!” She yelled.
The belt stung hard on Aria again and again. She was twisting in agony allowing the leather to taste her entire torso. At last she cried out. There was no containing it now. She was grateful when the stinging leather stopped coming. But she was too involved with her pain to get in what could have been a hell of a good kick if she could have seen through the pain. Dalton was at her side, ripping the pants from her lower body. It happened fast. Her ankles were quickly and surely tied to either end of the broken branch.
Aria dangled even more helpless and vulnerable now in her nakedness, legs spread wide. She felt Daltons rough fingers diving into her. She hated the sudden rush of pleasure she felt from it and worse, she hated the wetness that smeared her inner thighs.
____****____
Dalton was pleased but not surprised at the copious flow of nectar running down her hand from the opening of Aria’s hot sex. She wrapped her free arm around the small waist and pulled the bound beauty close. Wiggling her fingers up inside Aria, she looked into those beautiful eyes. She saw what she knew she would see. When she pulled her fingers out, she saw, again what she knew was there. First lust and then disappointment.
The silence from the girl grated on the Dane. She stepped back suddenly and growled. “I said CRY you fucking bitch!” The relentless, stinging whipping resumed, now on fresh skin. Soon Aria’s ass, tummy and upper legs were burning and welted from the lashing. Still the crazed Dane kept striking. She struck even after Aria released her voice and screamed. She struck until her captive was pleading for an end to it. Dalton was in a whirl of ecstasy. Aria’s beautiful voice begging pleasured her near to climax. Then she stopped.
Aria had gone from crying and begging to screaming and begging and now she wailed, when she saw the mercenary step close. “OH please Dalton, don’t hurt me any more.” If she could have flinched when Dalton grabbed either side of her face, she would have. But Aria was defeated. She had no will to fight this raging woman anymore. When Dalton’s lips ground into her own, she let herself feel it. Then the kiss became sensuous and soft. Aria was stunned at what she was allowing herself to feel. The hatred was hardly there now. Why?
Dalton pulled out of the kiss and whispered. “You have done well but I am not finished. You have not felt the wrath of Dalton yet.” With that, Dalton lifted Aria and un-looped her wrists from the knife handle, lowering her. She held Aria at the waist. The beauty was too weak to stand and she had no balance with her feet tied apart as they were.
Aria hated Dalton’s words. If she had not yet felt the wrath of her tormentor, what was next? Fear gripped her. As she felt her body dragged and bent face down over the fallen tree she cried. “Dalton, I won’t fight you. Please don’t do this!” She heard the Dane laugh.
“You won’t fight me? You won’t fight me, little one?”
Aria felt her nipples scraping against the rough tree bark. Her whole body burned. She lay over the fallen tree, wrists bound and legs apart. ‘What would this insane bitch do now?’ Aria found out. Suddenly a pain she never knew before was introduced as Dalton slammed her belt down hard on Aria’s upturned sex. Aria thought she may be going insane herself at having the thought that this gave a whole new meaning to being “pussy whipped.” Pain replaced all thought. Aria screamed.
She had no idea how long that particular bit of torture lasted. She opened her eyes after losing consciousness. The loss was bliss and she wished for it again. She wasn’t that lucky. She heard Dalton screaming at her to stay awake. The mercenary obviously didn’t want Aria to miss anything. “You will fucking stay awake Ariaaaa! I’m going to fuck your pretty tight bottom and you will like it. You will ask me to do it., won’t you?” Dalton’s voice turned syrupy. “Ask me nicely sweetheart.” Aria felt what seemed to be a finger probing at her anus. She thought she could take a finger. She whimpered, “Please fuck my ass Dalton.”
Dalton was overjoyed. She released the leather phallus she sported under her leather britches. It was harnessed on snugly. She looked at the well whipped body spread out before her. She really liked this girl after all. That sweet round ass was so inviting. With rough hands, Dalton squeezed either side of those cheeks and spread them. Aria whimpered again. Her sex was swollen from the whipping and sore.
Dalton Leaned over the bent figure. She guided that phallus into Aria’s swollen sex, closing her eyes in bliss as she heard her captive cry out in pleasure.
Aria thought she lucked out for sure. She thought that Dalton must have forgotten the ass fucking until she felt at least three long fingers ram into it. She screamed again. There was no struggle available to her. Her pussy and her ass were filled. Dalton began to rock into her. She was incredulous at the level of pleasure and pain she could reach. Then Dalton pulled the phallus from her sex and fingers from her anus only to reverse places. Aria felt Daltons fingers rubbing hotly on her clitoris. This was too much. She could not help the place she went. It was a place of ecstasy. The pain in her anus blended with the intense pleasure in her cunt. She howled her climax to the gods as if in homage.
Dalton pressed hard into that beautiful ass until she could no longer hold herself in check. Orgasm quaked in her. She threw back her head and yowled like the animal she was until the last spasm faded.
~~~~~~
Epilogue
Words were not exchanged between the dark Dane and the beautiful Lady after this encounter. Dalton lifted Aria upright and wrapped gently in the quilt, to sit alone in the saddle while she walked in silence beside her mare. They were back at the Lodge before any of the residents stirred. Dalton brought the Lady to her door, lifted the small quivering chin and brushed her lips against the Lady’s. Without a word, she turned and walked slowly to her own chambers.
The Lady stood and watched that normally straight back slump slightly. For a moment she thought she saw sadness in the aura of the Dane. She turned to her own door and entered. Preparations for a hot bath and a long sleep occupied her attention. Aria would get on with it and all would be the same… all but a vivid memory of a night of rage, lust and one tender kiss.
____****____
The End...for now - 'Dangerous Liaison' - by 'Dalton'