Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Dungeon Smut
Dream
by Lord Nessa
December 16th, 2001
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(The Lady in question has given consent)
It was truly good for Lord Nessa to consciously take care with tris. She knew the little wench was still fragile and perhaps didn't really know what she wanted or didn't want, or how far she could be taken. Yes, it was good and still The Warrior felt the missing piece of her Darkness jabbing at her in demand of satisfaction.
Xena's lesson of the day was not lost on Nessa. She did not ever want to lose who she was. Nor did she think it wise to allow a wench to forget either. She was disturbed by the conflict within her.
The Celt had never killed or maimed or permanently injured any woman in her lust. But she did go as far as her desires demanded without much real regard for the desire of the wench. Something about pursuing a wench into fear and tears and crying, even screaming for mercy catapulted the Lord into the highest sexual fulfillment she knew. She went to bed still aching for that pinnacle of relief.
Sleep came quickly. Soon she was drifting into a dream that sought to satisfy her hunger....
The way the sun filtered through the trees and hit the forest floor like a bright yellow splash always cheered Lord Nessa. This forest behind the castle where she grew up was particularly cheerful today. Riding Tuttle in the warmth, surrounded by green and little animal sounds, was an activity always loved, because of it's rarity in the most often foggy Irish countryside. Her thirst reminded her of the lake just a mark away. She and Tuttle sauntered toward it.
Nessa pulled back and stopped just before entering the clearing. She heard a splashing. She wanted to check it out. There had been bandits in the area. Leaving Tuttle at the treeline, the Warrior crawled toward the lake and the sound. Almost where she could see, she came upon some clothing draped over a bush. They were obviously a woman's britches and shirt and the boots were too small to be a mans. A little further now and she saw.
There, not too far from the shore, stood a lovely Lady. Nessa could see her naked backside as she bent to splash water up on her. It was indeed a pretty backside. She twisted a little and turned to face the shore and the Warrior viewed two magnificent globes that wiggled deliciously when the wench moved. A look at that face startled the dreaming Lord nearly into waking. It was the face of her friend, Lady Alison.
Needs propelled Nessa and the dream continued.
The sweet nakedness of Alison gave Nessa the thought that she did want the woman to stay that way. She thought of the lower rooms in her castle and envisioned this beauty helpless there before her. She knew what she would do. Slowly and quietly Nessa gathered Alison's clothes. She put them in the saddle bags and led Tuttle to the lake.
The woman looked up and saw the Lord at the shore and threw a hand to her mouth in surprise. She moved toward where she thought her clothes were and looked confused. Nessa walked toward her.
"Is there some help I can offer you Lady?" Nessa said. She saw that this Lady was really unsure of what was truly happening here.
"My clothes are gone!" she said, making no attempt to cover herself with her hands and arms. "Where are they!" she accused.
"Oh that" said Nessa casually, "I guess I just don't think you'll be needing them Lady." Nessa grinned broadly and stepped forward so fast that the Lady had no time to move before she felt herself picked up and slung over this hot Warrior's shoulder. Kicking and yelling all the way, this beautiful naked lady rode face down across Tuttle's back in front of a gleeful Lord Nessa. The Warrior could not resist slapping down hard on that pretty ass a few times during the ride.
The Lady knew she was captured and still she resisted. No matter. Lord Nessa was strong and fast and it was her dream. She would have it the way she wanted it. She got the struggling, yelling Lady to the castle and swiftly swung herself and then the Lady down from Tuttle's back. With Alison tossed over her shoulder, Nessa made tracks to the lower regions of the castle. Once there, she would have her.
Putting Alison down brought a surprise with it. Nessa felt a stinging blow to her cheek. She reeled back. Alison darted for the stairs but Nessa was faster. She dove from behind the fleeing Lady and caught her at her ankles. A move that brought them both crashing down. Now fueled by anger, Nessa leaped on top of this naked, struggling, yelling, angry woman and slapped her hard with her open hand and then again with a back swing. It seemed to stun the Lady to stillness.
"You will be still now!" yelled the irate Lord. "You are here and will be here until I choose to free you!" Nessa was screaming. "And I don't choose to free you yet! Get up!" Nessa pulled herself and the Lady Alison up. She pushed Alison over to a wooden X and slammed her against it.
Alison could see that she was overpowered by the Dark Lord. Her chances of escaping through this castle with servants and guards all around was less than possible. Besides, She was feeling an excitement from this treatment that surprised her. She felt her wrists held high and shackled, then her ankles. A fist of her hair was pulling her head back and she heard this handsome, cruel Master whisper in her ear.
"You came to me because I willed it... because I wanted it. I am going to show you what it means to be mine." Nessa hissed. "I am going to whip you. You won't be able to get away. I can do what I want for as long as I want... do you get it!" Her voice raised. "First your back, your pretty little ass and your strong legs will taste the lash. Then you will be laid out and spread so that I can whip your frontside... everywhere!" She took a breath. "You will soon be screaming about how sorry you are and how you will do anything to please me, and then my beautiful one, you most certainly will please me." She lowered her voice back to a whisper. "Don't hold back now little one. Let your Lord hear all about it."
Whatever kind of whip was being used, it was very effective. Alison held her voice as long as she could but with the third or fourth strike to her soft buttocks, she was pitching her hips forward into the wooden frame and screaming out the pain. It wasn't fast or slow. It was steady and blazing.
Nessa thrilled to the sight of the beautiful body writhing like that. She thought that Alison's voice was beautiful when she was speaking. Hearing how it sounded crying and screaming sent her sailing into her dark lust. She knew she would not last long at this pace. She stopped and released the dear whimpering Lady only to turn her around and reshackle her.
Now that she could see the Lady's face, her arousal spasmed through her. There was fear in those big eyes and tears. Those breasts were going to shake so wonderfully when she whipped them. She raised her whip arm.
"No,no my Lord.... please don't whip me any more."
The plea grabbed at Nessa's loins and the whip came down. Alison was true to Nessa's expectations. She writhed and twisted. She begged and screamed. Finally, when Nessa reached the end of frenzy she dropped the whip and stood in front of the moaning, whimpering Alison. She reached to feel the most astonishing mass of wetness between the Lady's legs. Her thumb rubbed around a very swollen clit as she pressed two fingers up inside that hot opening.
"My, my." Nessa fairly crooned. "Looks like your Master will have to take care of this. Hmmm?" She slipped her belt off, watching Alison's face fill with fear and excitement. The Lord stepped back and took aim. She struck out with that belt and watched it hit it's mark. It slapped hard on Alison's sweet cunt, covering lips, labia and clit. Again she struck.
The Lady screamed out a sound, wild and frantic. Then she held her breath as her orgasm hit with the force of Zeus's lightning bolts. She let it go slamming through. The Lady slumped forward.
Nessa was almost finished. The sight of Alison in such a state was more than she could cope with for long. She unshackled the Lady and allowed her to drop to her knees. She grabbed a fistful of hair and bent down over that tearstreaked face. "Are you mine now Lady?" she growled.
"Yes my Lord" came the defeated reply.
Nessa undid her britches and pulled them down. Still holding Alison's hair, she pulled her forward to bury her face in the Dark Lord's own sex. "Pleasure me now." Alison did just that. Nessa gazed lovingly at the welted writhing body kneeling before her. It pitched her over the edge when the Lady sucked and tongued her. She held hard to Alison's head and pressed against her as she rocked with the waves of the ecstasy that she lived for.
Nessa's eyes flew open to the darkness of night and her own scream of ecstasy. She gasped and sat straight up in bed. tris flew up beside her to see what it was that bothered her Lord. She asked frantically. Nessa looked at the girl, just half realizing what had happened and said. "It's alright, It was just a dream."
She lay back down and closed her eyes again. She wondered if she should tell Lady Alison about this one.
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The End - 'Lord Nessa's Dream'