Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Edain
By Lord Nessa
January 27th, 2002
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This is a story coming out of Lord Nessa's store of memories. It was written weeks ago. I have since changed names, places and scenes to suit this setting. It comes in three parts. The third part is fraught with dark smut, so you may either want to avoid it or go straight to it as soon as it is posted. lol. All but the darker stuff was inspired by the ever imaginative killian. Of course the darker was inspired by my own deep depravity. Enjoy... Dana
The Lodge quieted after a while. The initial fuss over the fevered bard and the Warrior Princess waned as the hour got late. Many Lodgers went to bed leaving Gabrielle's care in the hands of those who were capable. Nessa sat at a table with Xena, Klancy and dj.
The Celt watched the face of the dark warrior as she drank in every move or flicker of an eyelash from her bard, waiting for a sign of waking. Nessa sat back in her chair. She allowed her mind to float back to a time when she must have had that very expression on her own face, while watching a sleeping lass struggle for consciousness.
She was home from the battles she fought during Cartamandua's campaign against Roman invaders. The battles were hard fought and hard won. Nessa spent six years with the Brigantes tribe and was rewarded generously for her loyalty, but she needed rest from the blood and the death of it and came home to her beloved Eire and her father's estate.
She rode her mare, Tuttle, along the borders of the property as a daily routine of much needed alone time. It was on such a day that she first laid eyes on the beautiful Edain.
She was in deep thought, sitting atop her plodding mare when she heard a commotion from the forest. She looked up in time to see a rather frantic looking young lass burst out from the treeline on a wild run toward the beach. The girl ran as if a demon followed, long black tresses waving behind.
Then she saw the demon in the form of four men chasing and hooting at the girl. They were filthy slavers by the looks of them. Nessa drew her sword and bared her teeth. Tuttle broke to a lope at the slightest spur. Her Master was about to wreak havoc.
Nessa had the favors of surprise, a complete knowledge of battle skills, a war horse and a bestial hatred for slavers over the known world. The enraged Warrior did not bother with wounding the murderous flesh peddlers. She struck to the mark each time, piercing a heart or swiftly removing a head with her swinging blade. It was over in seconds.
She turned Tuttle toward the beach where the crazed girl was about to reach the water. Nessa knew if she didn't stop her, the iron manacles on her wrists would weight her under and the lass would drown for sure. Tuttle knew this move well. She edged up beside the running creature. When her rider leaped from her back, she veered off and circled round to return.
Nessa's larger body hit the girl with full weight flying. She did indeed stop the lass but rendered her unconscious in the doing. She pulled the limp body up over her shoulder and mounted Tuttle. Once seated, she brought the slight girl down to fit cradled in her arms. They rode swiftly to the castle, Nessa allowed Tuttle rein. Her gaze was pinned to the beauty in her arms.
The gracious Lady Mairt conducted the removing of the manacles and the ocean soaked clothes from the lass and left her naked and sleeping in Lord Nessa's own bed. She could see her daughter's interest in this waif. The old lord Sathairn was indifferent. He waved his hand in approval without a word. His daughter would do what she wanted... no matter.
Nessa worried that the lass would wake in a panic. Her naked back bore open marks of a fresh whipping. Her beautiful hair was matted. She was thin from hunger. Stories of what slavers did to their women captives before selling them were clear in Nessa's mind. She knew that most of the tales of horror were true. She wondered at the spirit of the girl. How did she escape? At any rate, it would not do to have her running and screaming naked through the castle upon waking in unfamiliar surroundings after such an ordeal. Nessa decided that tying the lass to the bed would be most prudent.
She opened her big oak chest against the wall and pulled out several long silk scarves. Ah! these would do. Nessa watched pretty round breasts quiver at the movement of the girl's arms as she lifted them to tie wrists to posts. Mmmm. very nice. The Lord did nothing to quell the stabbing heat at her center. She moved on to tie the girl's ankles, having to spread the shapely legs apart to do it.
By the fertile yoni of Sheila Na Gig!, this was a gorgeous lass. Nessa licked her lips. She settled in a chair beside the bed... keeping a very watchful eye.
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Nessa walked stiffly to the door, half stretching as she went. The chair she fell asleep in was hardly suitable for resting. She cracked the door slightly and spied her mother's little chamber maid and bed wench. Nessa pulled the door open wide and stared down at the shy little sub, gwener.
"gwener, What are you doing? Where is my mother?" Nessa frowned. The wench was clearly intimidated by the dark Lord. She shifted nervously from foot to foot. "Sh... she is with Lord Sathairn my Lord Nessa. She told me to come fetch you now. She said not to dally M'Lord." gwener was like a little faery wisp of a thing trying to convince the wind to blow in another direction.
Nessa raised a brow and said, "Well then, lead the way little one... and don't dally." gwener did not dally. She turned heel and swiftly ran straight to Lord Sathairn's chambers, the sleepy Warrior following behind.
Nessa opened the door at the command from within. She stepped inside the room as the little gwener brushed past and over to the side of Mairt who was sitting by the hearth. Nessa's mother reached for the girl and pulled her close to sit on the floor beside her.
Lord Sathairn stood in the middle of the room pulling on his pipe and looking serious. This was not unusual. Sathairn was not known as the laughing Lord. He was, however, known for practicality of nature and a level head. It occurred to Nessa that it was the middle of the night. The summons was sudden and unusual. She looked from one to the other and said, "What is it, Father? What's happened?"
"How is the girl?" Sathairn's voice had an edge to it.
"She has gone into a delirium I think. She's talking but still not awake."
"Is anyone with her?"
Nessa hesitated. She watched her father's brow lift. "Well... no. I was watching her when the little one here came to fetch me." Nessa nodded toward gwener. "I left her sleeping, Father, and I ah... she won't go anywhere!" Silence. Nessa was embarrassed but relented. "I bloody tied her to the bed!" She stood looking sheepish.
Lord Sathairn shook his head slightly as if to toss off Nessa's words as meaningless to the situation. Lady Mairt on the other hand, threw her head back and roared out a full laugh that held nothing back. This did nothing to ease Nessa's embarrassment.
"Nessa," The old Lord began. "I am not asking out of a concern that the lass will get up and walk away. My concern is that someone will take her." He had his daughter's attention, "We've just had a visit from the captain of the slaver ship that's been waiting to pick up this little prize of yours." He drew in a puff of smoke and let it out as he continued. "It seems this is not just any wench. She was spotted by some Persian chieftain while he visited this shore. He has hired mercenaries to capture the girl since her father was reluctant to sell her." Sathairn finished. He looked into Nessa's gray eyes and saw the understanding dawn.
Nessa looked over at Mairt. "I'm not giving her up!" she blurted. Then, "I mean to them. I am not going to do that. If this castle is in danger, I'll take her and be off through the woods. We'll be far away from here by morning." She turned to leave when Mairt rose from her chair and lifted a hand, signaling the anxious Lord to stop.
"No, Nessa" Mairt spoke as she walked toward her daughter. "The woods are crawling with the filthy beasts. That Persian has money, my daughter, and that bastard of a slave ship captain wants it." She waited till Nessa looked at her. "They don't know what she looks like. She is safer here posing as your wench... if she'll do it." The gentlewoman laid a hand on Nessa's shoulder.
Nessa reeled with the emotions swirling through her. She had not yet even looked the lass in the eyes. She had neither spoken nor listened to her. All she had was a glimpse of a dark haired beauty in manacles running for her life, a ride home with the girl cradled in her arms and now laying helplessly tied to her very bed. Somehow it was enough. Nessa wanted her. Wanted her in ways that went beyond simple fucking and playing. She wanted her in that dark way that would give her unspoken claim. She clearly wanted to keep this lass.
She looked at her father and started to speak, "The castle, Father..." Lord Sathairn interrupted. "No daughter! I will not have this castle nor any that it harbors tossed to the hydras for any reason. Certainly not for fear of some Persian filth of a warlord and his goons!"
Just then the four people all jerked in one motion at the sound of a blood curdling scream. It filled the castle. "Sounds like your wench is awake, Nessa." Mairt said.
They were inside Nessa's chambers in seconds. The dark Warrior ran to the bedside. The girl was a twisting mass of raven hair and panic. Her hands and feet were secured to the posts at the corners of the bed. She had the look of a wild panther in a trap. She stopped screaming but her eyes darted wildly from on to the other of the concerned people in the room. She railed against her bindings. Nessa thought her spirit was amazing... even driven by fear.
"Nooo... let me go! Please let me go. My father will pay you. Please!" The lass was terrified. Nessa tried to talk to her... tell her it would be alright. She told her she would be untied as soon as she settled down. But the wide eyed girl didn't seem to hear her.
Suddenly the quiet little presence that was gwener came to the bed and laid a hand on the girls arm. She spoke softly. "Shh now, lady. We will help you. You have been so hurt. They hurt you too much. We will keep you safe, lady. They want to find you, but you are safe here. We will keep you safe." The thrashing body stilled. Dark brown eyes settled on gwener. The lass listened and calmed.
The three others in the room stood stunned. They simply allowed what worked to work. They stayed back while gwener spoke and untied the silk from the girl's wrists and ankles. The little sub pulled the blanket up over the girl's naked body and jumped up on the bed beside her. She stroked the sweet face and said, "Can you tell us your name, lady?" gwener soothed the lass.
"Edain. I am Edain."
The change was miraculous. Nessa finally found her voice. Attempting composure she bowed and said, "I am Lord Nessa." She swept her arm out toward the others. "This is my mother, Lady Mairt. My father, Lord Sathairn... sovereign of this castle and surrounding property." Edain listened as gwener stroked an arm and held a hand.
"I found you screaming on the beach with a band of slavers chasing you." Nessa wanted to leave out details at this point.
"You fell on me. You jumped from a horse and fell on me." Edain looked accusingly into Nessa's gray eyes.
"Yes I did, Edain. I would rather call it a tactic of saving you from running into the ocean to drown with the little fishes swimming through that pretty hair... but fall on you I did." Nessa smiled slightly and bowed again. "We brought you here and put you to bed. Mother had the shackles cut from you. I am sorry I had to tie you down, but I thought you might be upset when you woke, as indeed you were." Nessa did not speak of how she watched her mother remove the girl's clothes and the hot stirring it brought racing up through her.
Lord Sathairn spoke. "Edain, gwener is right. We will help you. But you must know the truth. The man who wants you is relentless. His soldiers are swarming the beach and forest. I had to allow it so that a spirit of cooperation might develop. It was needed to deflect attention from this castle as a possible place of refuge. They will come back to our doors, but we can fool them if you will take part."
Edain was calm enough to understand that these people were not after her life or her father's money. She didn't wonder about their motives as long as she would be free in the end. She assented. "I will take part."
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Initially when Edain agreed to take part in the effort to thwart the slave ship captain and other mercenaries from the doors of the castle, she did not know what it would mean. She was interested enough in saving her own skin to commit to a plan before she knew what it really entailed. It remains a mystery as to whether she would have consented had she known the specifics.
Edain was to play the part of a wench. The visiting captain did not know what his quarry looked like. The Lord Nessa had dispatched the lives of the only ones who could identify her. She would be safe if she could pull off her part of the ruse and show herself as a cowering wench to Lord Nessa. The gray eyed Lord did her best to authenticate the game.
The captain came and went from the castle grounds at his leisure. He was a broad-chested, dirty mouthed representative of the world's unwashed. He was shifty eyed and clever. He did his best to hide behind a veil of stupidity and managed to succeed in this with most who met him.
Lady Mairt was never fooled. The filthy slaver captain seemed to love to spend his afternoons swilling ale and chasing the castle wenches. All the while, he was peering around corners and asking manipulative questions. The Lady of the castle came feverishly close to cleaving his skull more than once when he attempted open rape on her wenches. She kept an ever watchful eye.
Edain was visible only in the company of Nessa. The captain watched these two. It seemed that the girl was a bit rebellious at first. But as the days went on, he saw her as more and more submissive to the quiet Irish Warrior. He decided he would try to catch her alone somehow. He would have a little taste of her while finding out if she was who she presented herself to be. It was a mistake he barely lived to regret.
He stood just outside the castle on the grounds. His head was covered in a wreath of smoke from the pipe he sucked on when he spotted the wench through the haze. She was headed for the sewage hole to empty a chamber pot. She was alone. Perfect.
He inched up behind her and watched her toss the mass of waste into the sewage hole. Before she could turn, he had an arm around her waist and another clasped on her pretty mouth. He pulled her backward. He looked down over a shoulder and watched her nice, nice breasts shake with her struggles. He would have a better look.
Her shirt was ripping nicely away from two gorgeous titties. The captain was ready to fuck this wench already. Before the shirt came fully open however, some incredible force grabbed at his neck and squeezed until blackness took his sight.
The girl sprang free at the sudden weakness of her tormentor. She turned to see him drop to his knees with hands covering his throat. He was gasping for air. Nessa stood behind him. She lifted one booted foot and threw a vicious kick to the fool's ugly head. Edain thought she heard bone crunch with the force of it.
Nessa dropped to a knee beside the prone swine. She lifted him up by his greasy hair and growled in his ear. "Bad manners, Captain. This here is my property!" Her brogue deepened with her rage. "The only reason I'll not be killin' ye this day, is because yer filthy crew need a captain to see them home. Yer welcome is over and if I see ye on this shore again, I'll kill ye with more pain than ye knew a body could suffer!" She spat at the smelly face and shoved him away. "Get movin' or I'll kill ye now!" she shouted.
The captain did get moving. He crawled till he could walk and then ran to his mate on the shore. The crew was called in from the unsuccessful hunt for a wayward slave girl. The mercenaries took their losses. The captain would not return to this place where the demon Celt would kill him for sure.
Edain was shaken by the captain's attempt to rape her that day. But nothing unnerved like the utter rage billowing from Lord Nessa. The previous weeks of training as a wench to the warrior, taught her more about herself than she would ever have otherwise known in her lifetime. She was forced to learn a part that now came naturally to her.
Lord Nessa tamed Edain's rebelliousness with a belt and the unspoken power of the Warrior she was. She claimed the lady and made her wench. Every day she brought Edain closer to the reality of how it was. Nessa was not going to let go. She never had intention to do so and never pretended to.
Now, watching the terrified captain crawl toward the beach, blood streaming from an ear, Edain looked up into the steel gray eyes of her Lord. She knew she was in for it. She swallowed hard. She couldn't run. She tried that once before and didn't care to pay the consequences again.
She grappled with regret for having left her Lord sleeping so that she might empty the offensive smelling chamber pot. Now she would answer for that decision to disobey the standing order to never leave the company of the Warrior.
Nessa didn't wait for pleas or explanations. Her fury prevailed. She walked to Edain and grabbed an arm with one strong hand. She pulled the girl along beside her all through the castle and up to their chambers. Edain's raven hair streaming behind as she attempted to keep up with Nessa's long strides. When she faltered, she was dragged. Tears began their flow. Edain was sobbing out pleas for mercy before they reached the chamber doors.
Nessa tossed her beautiful wench inside. She glared at the cowering girl. "What do you think would be happening to you right now if my mother hadn't seen you walking out alone and come for me?" Nessa glowered.
Edain knelt on the floor before the irate Lord. "Oh, I was so wrong to do that my Lord." Her hands raised in a pleading gesture. "I know it now. I beg you please my Lord... don't... don't." Her shirt came ripping the rest of the way off in the grip of Nessa's swift hand. A hard slap to her face knocked her swinging to the side and down to lie still on the floor.
She came up with a scream. Nessa's fist was gripping long tangles of black hair. Edain felt her skirts pulled away. She was dragged to lie naked on the bed. She was face up, her hair still held fast in Nessa's fist. Stinging slaps fell hard on her breasts again and again. She cried out with the pain of it.
Nessa straddled the struggling girl. She watched Edain's beautiful breasts swell with the pounding slaps. She stopped and yelled at the heaving wench, "Now, you will hurt, Edain! Put those fucking hands up over your head and hold on to the post! You'd best hang onto it lass!" Her belt came flying from the waist loops of her britches as she lifted her body up clear off the bed to stand at the side of it.
She whipped Edain with a relentless rhythm. She watched with delight as the girl struggled to hang on to the post as she whipped her. That body she loved, danced in a writhing that was exotic. Nessa's lust rose up. She threw the belt across the room.
Edain was still crying loudly from the burning all over her body. She was vaguely aware of her Lord opening her legs. Nessa fell on the girl. She sucked and nipped on nipples and squeezed and kneaded swollen breasts.
The Warrior listened for moans that signaled Edain's need for what was next. She heard those moans as she knew she would. She reached down between the open legs. She felt the silky cum streaming from her wench. Edain loved this. Nessa quickly opened her britches. She pulled out the phallus that was the trademark of her lust.
She jammed into Edain hard. She watched the lovely brown eyes go wide with the ramming thrusts. She heard the cries for more. She gave her lover push after push of the hard phallus. She slowed and then sped up, over and over. She could not hold the raging animal inside her. She came with a tidal force, screaming out her love for the bitch beneath her.
Edain pitched beneath her Warrior. Her flooding orgasm came with the cry of love from Nessa. It held her. She rode it all the way to rapture, crying out with spasm after spasm.
Finally, the two women ended the game of play parts. They were what they were. The game was over.
and so is this story...
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The End - 'Edain' - by Lord Nessa