Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

Lord Nessa's Story Continues...

Hearts Found...Loves Lost

 
by Nessa, sarah, & the Kindred Lodgers
December 3rd, 2001

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(Part 30 - True Beginning - by sarah) --

sarah woke up with a start. she was in her own bed back at the Inn. As she went to sit up she felt her sore backside. 'Oh gods' she sobbed quietly to herself as she lay back down into the comfort of her bunk. she remembered the day before. her punishment at Xena's hand for leading her friends into danger and for allowing evil to enter the Inn.

As she lay there she thought of Nessa and the tone She had taken when She finally caught up with her in the cave. "I can't do this. I can't let this happen. I WON'T. I need to talk to Lord Nessa." The sex and the whippings were one thing, but sarah could tell that Lord Nessa wants more. Much more, and sarah could not, would not give it.

She sobbed harder as she remembered her past. She had been owned once before. The Warrior was beautiful and sarah had learned to love her. Of course she was not about to admit this. she had seen other wenches admit their love and paid dearly for the indiscretion.

her Warrior had lead a force into battle. Throughout the fighting sarah had tried to stay by Her side but they became separated. They were driven back and one of the other warriors had grabbed her and whisked her away from the field of death. Her Warrior never returned and sarah assumed She had been killed.

sarah had suffered so much from the loss, she decided that she would never allow herself to feel that kind of love again. she had accepted what her body craved, the pain of lust. But never again would she suffer the pain of lost love.

she needed to talk to Nessa and tell her this, to tell her that she would never have her heart as it still belonged to another. If the Warrior did not understand this, than sarah would take her leave and renew her journey to find peace. Peace of mind and peace of heart.

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(Part 31 - Defiance Continued - by Nessa) --

Sitting by the window always felt nice for tris. She loved the smells from the garden. She sat there whenever her mending got too tedious. She could stop and lay her head back. She could close her eyes and smell all those sweet smells.

This is just what tris was doing an hour or so earlier when she opened her eyes and looked out across the fields. She saw the lone figure of her tall Lord heading for the treeline. It seemed like Lord Nessa was walking... different. Those strong shoulders and straight back seemed somehow smaller, less proud. tris let it go. How much could she tell from this distance anyway?

Her days here had been wonderful. As one day led to another she finally came to believe that this was really her life now and not some dream conjured by an unseen evil. She loved her killian so much. She was as a sister might be if she ever had one. She learned from killian.

And her nights were the best of all. She got to watch her Lord moving about the room doing those Warrior things with weapons. Crisscrossing that sword in the air and twirling it like she did made tris a little dizzy when she watched. She would ask for the lord's permission to go to bed each night and each night Nessa would look at her smiling and say "Of course lass."

She loved sleeping with the big Celt because she always got to lay her head up on that strong shoulder while Nessa just held her. Lord Nessa had not hurt her again since that day in the forest. She didn't kiss or touch her on those places that made her feel hot and want more. tris thought it must be the beautiful sarah that kept her Lord happy. She was glad. She did secretly wish the Lord would touch her sometimes though.

The girl jumped out of her thoughts when the door opened. Lord Nessa strode in. Her face was strained. She just tossed her sword and scabbard to the corner. tris could tell that this was not a time for light conversation. She held still where she sat. She had never really gotten over her fear of the Warrior.

The Lord looked over at tris and grunted, "Where's that wine jug lass?" She swayed slightly as she stood there looking at the wench.

"Uh oh" thought tris. Nessa looked like she already had wine and plenty of it. tris leaped to her feet and retrieved the jug from the shelf by the wash basin. She grabbed a glass and held it and the jug out to her Lord.

"Ahh, tis a good lass y' are." Nessa just took the jug and found her chair. She turned and dropped into it. Looking at her young charge, Nessa pulled the cork and took a long draw from the jug. "Come over here lass and help me with these boots." she spoke slowly as if she were trying to sound normal.

tris didn't like the way her lord looked at her. She remembered long nights tied naked and stretched out while drunken fool after drunken slobbering fool used her like a piece of meat. Suddenly she wanted to find killian.

"I said come and help me lass!" Nessa yelled. tris jumped over to lean down and tug on Nessa's boot. One after the other she tugged til she got them off. Her gaze never left Nessa. She backed away.

Suddenly Lord Nessa pitched forward and grabbed tris, pulling her in and onto her lap. tris was afraid. Nessa could see this even through a drunken haze. "Aww, don' worry lassie. Jus' sit wi' me will ya?" The Warrior just held the girl. They were quiet for a time. tris' fears began to slip by.

She lay with her head on Nessa's shoulder. The room was getting dark with the dusk. Soft sounds of sobbing reached her. Her Lord was crying! She reached up and put her arms around Nessa and held as if to comfort. The sobs turned to great heaves and the Celtic Lord wailed out a keening grief. tris heard her say something strange then.  

"Ahh, Alison you were right... I can't lose her... I never had her."

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(Part 32 - Lament - by dj) --

While walking down the long corridor in the upstairs hallway, dj stopped suddenly, grabbing Klancy's forearm in a vice-like grip. Her heart was in her throat, constricting, as they listened to the painful sound of sobbing coming from their new friend's room.

This was a sound, a crushing feeling, they both had gone through only a few months earlier. It's an ache they'd never wish on another soul.

Patting the young woman's good hand, then engulfing her in a courtly hug, Klancy's low alto murmured words of solace.

"Amiga, we're walking proof that love never really dies. Relationships can change but the loving strength of friendship can prevail, just like ours has."

Gulping back the tightness in her throat, dj swiped away the tears with her free hand, then looked up into that handsome face of her friend.

"Yup, you're right, butchly. The love of friendship is a Gift from Gaia herself, which makes us a Gift to each other."

Smiling down at the blonde, Klancy kissed the young woman's forehead.

"Yup, wenchy, that we are. And tonight, we'll offer up good thoughts to our Celtic friend, to help her know and feel the gift that we share."

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(Part 32a - Sirius - by Lord Sirius) --

The new warrior inquired at the bar for a room. One would be needed if perhaps this time, her journey would prove to be successful.

She unclasped her cape and let it rest on the back of the chair. Running a hand through the long coal black shiny braids that hung about her shoulders, Sirius relaxed for the first time in many moons. She touched the long scar that sat like an extra eyebrow over her left eye. A fierce battle that had been but there were other consequences of that battle that haunted her.

Sirius stretched her long legs. The fine leather boots and soft skin pants seemed to literally hug the mysterious warrior. Starting on her second mug of the tasty ale her mind wandered. She produced a small piece of parchment from within the heavy shirt she wore and studied the little markings. Looking around she nodded to herself.

 'I've nothing to lose by including this new place in my search. After all you never know...' she thought to herself.

Her last journey had taken her south. More business. With that our of the way she could concentrate on things that now mattered. She would not rest. No never. She placed a hand on the dark embroidered sack she carried everywhere with her.

No! No rest. Never.

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(Part 32b - The Claim Part 1 - by Sirius) --

The subject of this story has given me her consent. Sirius

Sirius talked politely with the friendly people at the Inn. Her mind tried to keep everything in context. She touched the embroidered tapestry sac several times. Absentmindedly letting her strong fingers linger over the contents.

Another mug of ale and she would soon be ready to turn in for the night. Her mind kept returning to that damned battle! It has scarred her in more than one way. It had left a wound the warrior never would have believed herself capable of. Her Dark brown eyes narrowed for a moment. The feeling passed and she ate the remainder of the bread and meat that had been presented to her by a serving wench.

The door to the Inn open and a cloaked figure entered. Sirius did not notice the figure come to a complete halt several tables from her own. The new woman let the cloak fall. and stood perfectly still. Hey eyes wide in surprise, a small gasp escaped her delicate throat. Not wanting to appear too inquisitive Sirius continued her meal as the new woman got to her knees and began to crawl slowly towards her table. The surprised murmurs of the other patrons finally got the better of her and Sirius lifted her head to observe exactly what was causing such a stir.

'What in tartarus was going on here? A young woman was crawling along the inn floor. Sirius became more alarmed when the wench with her head cast downwards towards the floor crawled directly to her chair and stopped. What in Zeus' name was the matter with her?'  Sirius thought back over the past few moons. The sluts and whores she had taken to relieve her pain. Could this be one?

Sirius sat up in her chair. The other patrons watched in awe as the young woman touched her lips to the dirty tips of Sirius' leather boots. With loving care the wench licked away the day's dirt and grime. Then with slow movements the bowed head lifted slowly to the surprised gaze of the new warrior. Sirius allowed herself to show the shock she felt for a moment. Her long hand reached for the embroidered bag.

As sarah knelt at her feet Sirius rose, her tall body loomed over the delicate woman. Silence filled the Inn as the scene transpired in an achingly slow motion. Sirius reached down and pulled sarah up by her hair. She forced the small head back and kissed the smaller woman. Her other hand worked quickly and soon sarah's top lay in a crumpled mass on the floor. Pushing her away after several minutes Sirius spoke in a hushed tone.

"sarah!"

sarah smiled sweetly but did not talk. she had not been given permission. Sirius stared coldly at the wench. Incredible! To think she had almost bypassed this place.

.....Sirius thought back to that day many moons ago. She had led a small army into battle that day. Just as she thought the tide had turned in her favor, they had been attacked by men on horseback. sarah had been by her side that day. As the battle became worse Sirius ordered one of her men to take sarah to safety. 

As soon as Sirius felt the young woman was out of harms way she fought for her life as the battle worsened. They did eventually drive the opposing army back but Sirius had been injured. She took the end of a sword over her eye. Blood gushed forth and obscured her view but she fought on until the enemy was on the run. 

She was glad she had ordered the young woman to safety. Once back at the camp she had fallen into a heavy sleep. She awoke to the sounds of the camp being attacked at night. Before she could struggle to her feet she was taken prisoner. Taken aboard a ship with others from her army she devised a way to escape. She had a purpose to which she would not deter even at threat of death. She vowed to return home .... to sarah. The wench that she had always fancied over the others.

A whole moon had passed before she managed to put her plan into motion. While the enemy ship was docked for supplies she and a handful of her army slipped way in broad daylight in a daring escape.

It had taken several seasons before she was able to return to her home. When she had entered the large dwelling she was welcomed with surprise. They had all feared her dead. The remaining staff was in the process of closing up the house. But sarah was not among the remaining staff.

"she thought you dead, My Lord, we all did! sarah left several moons ago. we are not sure which way she headed. Perhaps to the south."

And so Sirius had found herself without sarah. She buried herself in her work and soon had amassed another small fortune. But there was a feeling that gnawed at her emotions. Sirius was not used to such things. The women she used were just that. Things used to give her some sexual pleasure. As it had always been. Whips and straps were no mystery to Sirius. She used them often. It was part of her life.......

Now here at this Inn she had almost passed by in her search, she had found her missing property. Composing herself, she quickly stripped the skirt off sarah and examined the young woman. She steeled herself when her eyes came to rest on fresh bruises. 

Opening her ornate sack, she withdrew one of the two things sarah had left behind. The thick leather collar was held before her. sarah took the collar and placed it around her neck. 

"I am your property, My Lord Sirius" she spoke quietly as she observed the anger that now clouded the warrior's eyes. 

Sirius placed her hand over the slut's mound and felt for the brand, she had placed there several years ago. Hidden under the thick curly pubes, Sirius let her fingers trace the small circle with the large "S" inside it. sarah moaned softly as Sirius pinched the soft flesh then slid a finger down into the wetness that had grown steadily since she had entered the Inn and discovered her beloved owner. 

Sirius grinned cruelly as her fingers pulled and pinched the wet lips. She threw her cape over her shoulders and asked directions to the room she had taken for the night.  sarah, naked and collared walked behind her. As happy as she was at this moment , she could tell it was going to be a long night. 

Sirius stopped and whispered into the slut's ear. "you will be cleansed bitch".

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(Part 32c - The Claim Reply - by sarah) --

sarah entered the Inn. she sensed something. No it was not possible. Passing a sweeping glance around her eyes came to rest on the newcomer.

"Oh my gods. It's not possible. Is it?" Moving closer for a better look. "Athena be praised. It is. It is."

Falling to her knees she made her way to her Lord. Recognition was not immediate in the Lord but when their eyes met it was there. The connection, the belonging, the possession.

Lord Sirius stripped her then and there taking in the condition of Her property. She presented sarah her collar of ownership. sarah placed it around her neck thereby accepting her Lords right to reclaim Her possession.

Lord Sirius fingered her pussy and squeezed Her mark. Oh how she remembered the pain the branding had caused. Lord Sirius had her naked and bound tightly to the table. Her legs were splayed wide and secured firmly down. She had taken a sharp knife and removed her pubes leaving her bare and ready. Several of her Lords other servants helped to hold down sarah's hips as Lord Sirius branded her mark into her skin. Forever laying claim to the wench. Sarah had felt the pain and yet slowly it was replaced by pride. Lord Sirius only branded those that She deemed special.

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(Part 32d - The Claim Part 2 - by Sirius) --

This was written with the full consent of sarah.  Sirius

Once upstairs Sirius closed the door and pointed to the floor. She had asked for her saddlebags to be taken to her room. Opening the larger one she withdrew a handsome riding crop and several leather whips. She lit the candles then proceeded to examine her property.

"I see that you have been used recently sarah"

"But My Lady , i feared you dead, we all did i...."

she was not given chance to finish as Sirius slapped her. The hard open right hand knocked her to the floor. She was pulled up by her hair again. sarah stood trembling as Sirius walked around her slowly. Taking in the recent signs of use. sarah hung her head.

"I will not restrain you, slut, you know what to do."

Sirius cleared the heavy table and sarah placed herself face down. No sooner had she gotten into place when the beating began. First with the riding crop. sarah held her breath as each blow landed with a sharp "thwack"

Sirius set about the ritual of cleansing her slut. Every mark, every bruise that was on her body before was now covered with the new marks her owner left upon her body.

Digging her nails into the edges of the table, sarah endured the cruel punishment. Sirius worked methodically, but the excitement of the beating was getting to her. She brought the crop down hard on the wench's ass and for the first time sarah cried out as a wicked blow sliced into her flesh and a thin line of blood sprang up on her buttocks.

Sirius own cunt spasmed at the sight and she threw down the crop and picked up the short handled multi tailed whip. Savoring her anger she lit into sarah's already bruised flesh. From the buttock to the tips of her shoulders sarah was soon awash in blood.

Sirius stood back and licked her lips. Her pulse raced and her breasts swelled. Stripping quickly she mounted the table behind the softly sobbing wench and draped her larger body over the sore mass of flesh. She was excited beyond reason.

Her anger fed the carnal lust that now took control. Slipping her hands under the sarah's body she gripped sarah's breasts and brought the bleeding body into a tight embrace. Her own soaking mound smashed down hard onto sarah's buttocks. The nectar of venus flowed from between the warrior's own cunt and added to the blood which covered sarah's bleeding buttocks.

Sirius began a hard fucking motion on the tender cheeks, driving her cunt hard against poor sarah. She worked her stiff clit up and down in the sanguineness mixture. Rubbing up against that tight ass. The euphoric release at its peak. She grabbed sarah's breasts and dug her long fingers into the soft flesh. Kneading the pliable flesh as she rutted against the slut's ass. She came quickly growling her lust and anger into sarah's ear.

Sirius waited several moments while she reveled in her fleeting satisfaction. Getting up she gave the bruised ass a hard slap.

"Turn over sarah, I will have everything."

sarah moaned in pain as she moved herself carefully onto her back. Several slaps rained down upon her soft breasts. Sirius gripped an ankle and pulled the limb wide exposing the soft down of pubic hair now matted with drops of dried blood. Sirius sneered at her slut. The parted legs revealed a glistening patch of cunt.

"Whose cunt is this slut?"

Sirius poised her fingers over the slick lips. Then quickly plunged 3 thick fingers inside, cleaving through the pliant wetness. The slick hole opened sucking in the fingers, now eager for the touch of the fingers she loved.

Sirius fastened her harness and showed sarah the instrument she intended to use. Long and thick it swung heavily in front of her as she assaulted sarah's breasts with the small whip. She left no skin unmarked anew.

Sarah held her hands over her head, gripping the table as Sirius paid a bloody tribute to the dark goddess of Lust. With a heavy hand she battered and abused the delicate wench.

"Spread,sarah."

A moment's hesitation cost her as the whip stung the top of her cunt. sarah spread wide and choked back a scream as one of the tails made contact with a swollen cunt lip. A thin stream of blood trickled down between the lips of her spread cunt. The dark rosy lips streaked with blood. The whip found a defenseless clit and this time sarah screamed in shock.

When she could contain her lust no longer, Sirius mounted the bitch and forced the large phallus deep into the small opening as sarah worked her hips up to draw in the thick phallus.

"unnhhhh , pleaseee My Lady." sarah moaned hoarsely.

"Take it slut" Sirius grunted as she worked the thick phallus in the tight opening.

sarah managed to gasp as each thrust met her frantic heave upwards and both bodies jolted in unison as cunt met cunt and time stood still. Sirius began a slow hard course as sarah's hot center grew moist with her dark desires. With their bodies pounding, sarah stretched her loins wide as best she could. Her loins hung in the air, her feet planted firmly on the table, her cunt straining to take in the slippery phallus.

Sirius gnashed her teeth against a stiff nipple and grabbed a firm buttock, curling her fingers and digging cruelly into the soft cheek. "Take it." She whispered as her hand slid to the throat of the writhing bitch and pressed in firmly. Sarah cried out, her hips bucking wildly as her climax overtook her at last.

The burning ache dissipated, replaced by the convulsing pull of her tight cunt around the fast moving cock. Her heaving loins threw her hard clit against the fast moving length of the slippery leather phallus. She screamed the name of her owner as the fire consumed her aching slit. her hips sank down upon the table, shoving down hard onto the unyielding wood.

sarah screamed once more as her hips bucked up quickly into the the driving thrust of Sirius' muscular frame, the large heavy phallus deep inside her contracting wetness. Sirius let out a long groan as her hips continued to batter the bruised and battered cunt of her slut.

Later that night after a long bath they shared together, Sirius cared for her mate lovingly and applied a soothing balm to sarah's battered body. When they prepared for bed, Sirius insisted sarah sleep in the bed with her.

Now looking down at the sleeping sub curled snugly in her arms, Sirius gave thanks to the gods.

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(Part 32e - The Claim Reply2 - by sarah) --

Sarah woke with a start and felt the pain run through her. Remembering immediately the cause of this pain she turned her head. There beside her was her Warrior, her Lord. The one she had thought was taken from her. She had returned and She had searched out Her property.

'You will be cleansed, bitch.' Even the thought of these words sent a shiver through her aching body. Lord Sirius had removed all traces of any other that had claimed the wench. Any mark, any bruise, any cut was now covered by new marks, new bruises and new cuts. sarah reached her hand to her throat and smiled to herself as she felt that familiarity of the collar. she was where she belonged.

Suddenly Lord Nessa came into her thoughts. 'Oh my. I have to talk to Her. Tell Her about my Lady.'

Looking to see that Lord Sirius was sleeping deeply, she eased her body painfully from the bed. Dressing quickly and quietly she made her way down into the Inn's main room hoping to find Lord Nessa there having breakfast. She spotted the warrior at a table with tris and killian and made her way towards them. Kneeling beside the warrior, her eyes downcasts she addressed Her,

"Excuse me my Lord, may I speak to you privately."

Looking down at the girl and seeing the collar Nessa tersely replied, "Whatever you have to say, you can say here and now. you are amongst your peers. Continue."

Rebuked at the tone but not dissuaded from her course. "'My Lord, I need to explain some things." she began to tell her story. The story of her and Her Lord. sarah had not heard or sensed Lord Sirius approach behind her and stand just within earshot as She listened to what Her wench had to stay.

Sarah concluded, "Lord Nessa, not only have I given my body to Lord Sirius, I have given my heart. She is the other part of my soul. I am sorry if I have hurt you but I belong with, and to, Lord Sirius. I hope you can understand and forgive me."

Lord Nessa looked over the wench's bowed head and nodded to Lord Sirius. Placing a hand under the girls' chin She lifted her head until their eyes met.

"sarah your Lord is indeed a lucky woman. you are a special prize anyone would be proud to possess. Off with you now. Go back to where you belong."

Taking Lord Nessa's hand and turning it over, sarah placed a gentle kiss, "Thank you Lord Nessa."

Sarah rose and headed for the kitchen. She intended to surprise her Lady with a morning feast in Her room.

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(Part 33 - Decision - by Nessa) --

tris spent the better part of the day nursing her Lord's pounding head and sick stomach. But these were pains that would go away by tomorrow. She doubted her Lord would be able to stop the pain that clutched at her heart.

She saw killian this morning when she went to empty pots and get some healing tea for Nessa. All she could get in the way of news was that a grand Warrior had come to the Inn and claimed sarah. Now tris knew why Nessa cried. What she did not know was why her Lord did not fight for the wench. She thought maybe if she listened carefully she would get a clue.

Nessa rolled over in the great bed and tried to sit up when tris brought more tea. She managed to get up on an elbow and look about the room. She felt washed out. The pounding in her head was better. At least she could think now. As she started thinking, she wondered if it was really that great.

Her aching brain kept grinding out thoughts of sarah and recent events. Nessa choked on the unfairness of it. She realized that her own zeal to have the wench probably got in the way of seeing that sarah had other things on her mind. She wondered why the girl didn't tell her about this other love before it went this far. Of course she was not exactly the most approachable of beings. Still, it would have been good to know that sarah had another taking up space in her heart.

Nessa had fallen like a fool. She had made great display of her desires and affection for the girl. All the Inn could see it. She felt like crawling away to the woods.

She thought she might wait until dawn, take tris and go for a journey to the north. She did not want to talk with anyone or see their eyes. tris would be unhappy to leave her beloved killian but if she knew it would only be for a short while, she could manage it.

Visions of the collared wench at the heel of her lover drove Nessa into herself. "tris, come here. Gather some things together lass, we'll be off for a while." Nessa turned to hide her face in the pillow. Dawn seemed so far away. 

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(Part 34 - Decision - by Nessa) --

Too much was wrong all at one time. tris could hardly stand the pounding of her own heart. Lord Nessa told her to get things ready for a journey... they would be leaving at dawn! That was more than she could deal with by itself. Lord Nessa would be taking her from here. She did not want to go even if they did come back. She never wanted to leave here.

But worse... She thought she would help her poor Lord's aching head and knew that sleep was the best way. She went to the Lady Savay and asked for a sleeping powder. She got it. It barely had a hint of taste in the peppermint tea. It was too late.

Now there would be no journey at dawn because the Warrior would sleep through it. Tris was terrified. Pacing didn't help. Thinking only served to bring up memories of the severe whipping she got from Lord Nessa when it was only for the Lord's pleasure. Now it would be the Lord's wrath that drove the belt.

She didn't bother to think about packing things up. If she was going to get it. She might as well get it for both infractions. What would killian do? She would hide. But tris couldn't hide. She knew it would infuriate the Celtic Lord further. She walked to the pillows on the floor in the corner and waited.

Nessa opened her eyes in the middle of a stretch and a yawn. Her mouth tasted like grindle's bog and the bright sun was a bit much on her eyes. Bright sun! The warrior sat straight up. "trisdeken!" she yelled, shaking light brown strands from her face. The girl was in the corner huddled for all the world as if she were expecting death.

Nessa's gaze went from that pretty mass of shivering flesh to the empty cup on the bedstand. Realization took hold. Movement was slow at first but picked up once those long legs hit the floor. She headed for the girl.

Already tris was crying and pressing into the wall as if it were a place to hide. She didn't know how to prepare for her punishment. Lord Nessa towered over her like some giant animal ready to spring. She felt herself lifted by her upper arms. The Warrior's grip on her was painful and she winced from it as she was brought straight up to  eye level with darkness itself.

"Alright lass," Nessa croaked through a sleep voice. "I'm going to let you tell me about it only because I am a bit curious." Then, "Dawn is long gone, there is not a hint of any packing done and I seem to have slept all patience away! Spill it girl!" She screamed and shook the wench as she did it.

"I... you were so sick M... my Lord" tris tried rationally but the steel gray eyes pinned her to fear and she began a pleading babble that actually explained what happened as an honest mistake.

Nessa set tris to her feet and loosened her grip. She saw that the wench was really afraid. Suddenly the missed dawn, the journey and the hurt pride lost all importance. This little waif cared about Nessa like no other ever had. Swiftly she bent and picked her up and took her to the bed where she laid the frightened girl down and moved in with her. Nessa was stirred by the love and the innocence in the girl's eyes. She was unmistakably stirred more carnally by the fear she saw.

Nessa would not punish the wench. And she would not hurt her without her consent. But it was definitely time to release some of the rage and Nessa could think of no better way than this. 

"Well now lass" she spoke with that huskiness that revealed the lust. "I'm thinking you did your best and I'll not be angry with you," She smiled at the astonished look in the sweet brown eyes. "But there is something I need from you lass," She spoke smoothly as she lifted the night shirt off the girl. "Are you willing?"

tris knew her Lord's tastes were sometimes far from gentle lovemaking. She thought about this whole wench/Warrior thing since coming here. When killian talked about the thrill of feeling a Warrior's power that came to a wench in the act of submission, tris understood. Some days she walked around wet from thinking about the constant possibility of punishment from Lord Nessa. She had wanted to be touched like Nessa wanted to touch her now. Dreams of  being slapped and pinched and shoved into by Nessa drove the girl to orgasm. Her Lord was the only one she thought about that way. 

"Yes my Lord," she whispered, "I am willing."    

Nessa's heart lifted. She pulled her own shift away and pressed against the sweet girl. She kissed her easily at first but then more urgently. She took a nipple in her fingers and twisted. The moan from tris sent Nessa sailing into her desire. Still she would temper it. Her mouth found the other nipple and sucked. More moaning. Sucking harder brought a small whimper. Fingers probed at the wondrously wet opening. Nessa was overjoyed. She began to talk softly.

 "I'm going to open your legs for you tris. You will hold them open for me. I am going to hold your wrists together so that you cannot used your hands. I might make you cry but it won't matter, I won't stop. You have to trust me." 

That was all. Nessa bit down on a nipple and watched the girl arch her back in reaction. Oooh. 

tris did cry out but it was a release and the pain was good. Not too much. She had no idea how much she could take. But if she was good, Maybe her Lord would do this more. Nessa was on top of her now. The assault on her nipples had ended. She felt like the Lord had rammed her entire hand up into her. She heard her own scream and still she held her legs wide for her lord. 

The pumping was wild and hard. tris nearly flew out of her skin but she made herself be still. She could feel it coming from deep in her center. Not like when she dreamed and touched herself. This was an intensity she didn't know was possible. It was going to happen. Nessa kept pushing and saying things tris barely understood. She felt her breasts being slapped hard by the wild Lord. She cried with the pain and pleasure. She heard a command from her Warrior and let go. It was a flood. All the missed desire, all the stifled passion she ever new came crashing through her cunt at once. She barely heard the scream of release that flew from her.

Nessa was driven by this girl's obvious passion. She told her to turn over as soon as she felt the end of her shuddering climax and pulled out of her. She left the girl naked and on her stomach for as long as it took to get what she needed. She kneeled down on tris again after a moment. She spoke into her ear. 

"Listen to me now little one. You will learn that I have a particular love of this way. You must be very good now, and try not to move away. If you do I will just hold you down but it may hurt more. you may decide that."

Nessa would not wait to hear pleading. She pushed in behind the girl. Little by little. She pushed and held the squirming, crying wench in place. She could tell that the pain was intense for tris and she could tell that the pleading was only a release. tris was relaxing. Nessa drove hard then. She rocked into the girl with all the fury she had. Her orgasm came quaking like the raging earth as she rammed. Her head pitched back. She released hard and screamed like a banshee.

They laid still together for a long time before tris turned as much as she could to kiss the Warrior's face and offer a prayer of thanks to whatever gods were listening.

Nessa was determined to go . It would be the very next dawn and tris would behave.

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(Part 35 - Decision - by Klancy) --

The silent Warrior led Tuttle out of the stable, then laced the canvass bag containing their food to the saddle pack. She summoned a small smile for tris, who stood across the corral with her thin arms crossed over her breasts, watching Nessa closely. Their breath puffed out the cold dawn air in steamy clouds.

Nessa sensed intrusion before Klancy7's rich alto broke the early morning stillness.

"No deer in its right mind is awake this early, sisters." The Courtly Butch leaned against the four-rail fence, one boot crossed over the other.

"We're not hunting, Klance." Nessa bent to tighten Tuttle's girthstrap. "Just traveling for a few days. You'll see us again."

"Sooner rather than later, I hope."

"We'll see." Nessa straightened to see Dark Angel settling on the top railing, her black wings folding behind her. tris edged nervously away from the austere Australian, clutching her shawl tightly around her lovely shoulders.

"Shame to see you two taking off so soon after settling in," DA observed. She took a small pipe from her breast pocket and began to fill it.

"Should I have applied for a three-day pass?" Nessa's tone was still pleasant, but she looked weary. "I just want some space, friends. I have a little -- angst to work off."

tris went a few shades paler, whether from fear or arousal, it was hard to tell.

"Yep, well." Klancy pushed herself off the railing and sauntered across the corral. "Lots of us Warriors have had that kind of angst to work off, compadre. Enough that we've managed to find a few shortcuts."

"I thank you for your interest, Klancy, but shortcuts don't interest me. Come on, girl."

Klancy watched Nessa walk over to retrieve tris's rucksack, and she threw Dark Angel a baleful glance. DA shrugged, grinning around the stem of her pipe.

"You lost the toss, Stump."

Klancy grumbled something profane but tasteful, then sighed. "All right." She raised her voice. "Afraid you're going to have to trust me on this one, Ness! YeeeEEEEEE HAAAAWWW!!"

Moving with the quicksilver speed of a ravishingly butch female adonis, Klancy7 raced across the corral, and tackled Nessa about the waist, carrying them both yards through the air. They crashed to the earth and rolled, and tris cried out. She started to run to her Lord's aid, but Dark Angel's gloved fingers closed over the girl's shoulder.

"Your Master has rage and loss to vent, lass." The Angel's tone was not unkind. "We're helping her as much as we can, in the way of Warriors. She'll come to no real harm, never fear."

Nessa had long since banished her astonishment at Klancy's attack, in favor of meeting it head on. The two Dommes grappled in the dirt of the corral, slinging clouds of dust. They were well-matched as fighters, and Nessa quickly surmised that her new friend had no intention of truly damaging combat. Klancy opted instead for the most physically strenuous forms of wrestling, a kind of acrobatic kickboxing that had both Warriors gasping for breath before Dark Angel filled her pipe again.

It seemed to young tris that the bout went on for hours, and indeed the sun had edged high over the yardarm before the two women called the match a draw. Panting and filthy, their hair identical clouds of snarled color, Klancy and Nessa perched their hands on their knees and pulled for breath.

"This doesn't ch-change anything," Nessa growled, clawing her hair out of her eyes to glare at Klancy.

"No," Klancy agreed, straightening with a grimace. "But you feel a little better, Ness. Just a little. Si?"

Nessa put her hands on her hips and closed one eye, thinking. Then her broad shoulders shrugged, and a tired smile reached her eyes. "A little. Maybe just a little."

Klancy grinned at her, and limped elaborately over to brace herself on the railing next to DA. tris ran to Nessa and put her arm around her waist.

"We figured this way would be faster," Dark Angel volunteered, behind a plume of pipe smoke. "You could have burned off the same angst by camping a week on cold, wet ground, but hey, if your sisters can lend a hand . . . " She clapped Klancy on the shoulder, hard enough to nearly topple her in the dirt again.

"My thanks. I think." Nessa lifted a sore arm around tris's shoulders. "I suppose I can see my way clear to finding my healing here, among friends, rather than on the road."

The aroma of Lady Savay's classic scrambled egg fiesta wafted to them from the Inn's open kitchen window, and the four sisters headed in for breakfast.

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(Part 36 - Decision - by dj) --

Sitting at the oak table, the blonde woman tried to shake off the grumbling morning haze from her mind -- it didn't take long. In through the front doors tromped four people. DarkAngel was in the lead, holding the door open for little tris, then wing-slapped it backwards where wood smacked flesh.

"Oomph! Hey, Bigfoot, watch it!", grumbled a dirt clad butch.

Behind the 'adonis' was an equally dirty and bruised Warrior. Lord Nessa shoulder bumped Klancy as she limped into the main hall.

"yoi, the butchdykes have been at it again!", the historian snicked out.

Touching the sweet tris' hand, dj nodded towards the battered women. "Come on, hon, lets try to make these two adonis' comfortable."

The young women held seats out for the dusty Warriors, where they both gratefully slid down -- a few grunts and groans mumbling out from dry, parched lips.

"Tis a really fine morning, eh, m'friends?", the blonde wryly rubbed in. Seeing the glare of bloodshot gray and blue, eyebrows and lashes covered in dust, she couldn't contain the chuckle that snorked forth.

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(Part 36a - Answers - by sarah) --

Sirius watched the girl head for the kitchen. She had intended to punish her for leaving without permission, but she overheard her talk with Nessa, explaining her past and her love for Her, she decided to see what the wench had planned.

She heard sarah apologize for teasing the warrior and misleading her into thinking she was free to love, instead of explaining she was only interested in appeasing the lust she desired. The Lady returned to Her room and waited for her wandering wench to return. She would wait to hear the girl's explanation first.

sarah made her way back to her Lady's room carrying a tray of breakfast for Her. she had tea of course and fresh baked bread. Lady savay had been busy this morning. There was fresh fruit as well. she entered the room quietly not wanting to wake her Lord. she placed the tray beside the bed, knelt and waited for the Lady to wake.

Lord Sirius smiled inwardly, 'at least she has not forgotten everything she was taught'. She waited several minutes before stirring. She called to sarah and the wench answered immediately.

"I am here, my Lord. I have fetched some breakfast for You."

she was at first confused at the anger she saw in her Lady's eyes. she lowered her gaze to the floor and thought what she could have done to upset Lord Sirius. 'I have only been down to get breakf.. ah that's it. Good grief how could I have forgotten so basic a rule as that.. I should have asked permission first. It has been so long since I have had to ask.'

"My Lord forgive me for leaving the room without asking, but I thought perhaps You would like to have breakfast in bed."

Looking at the tray She said, "We will discuss this further later."

Reaching for some bread She asked, "Now tell me. Who is it here that has used My property?"

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(Part 37 - Answers & Decisions - by Sirius) --

Sirius ate her breakfast at a leisurely pace, sharing the breakfast with sarah. Sirius was not an unreasonable woman. She listened to all that sarah had to say. A grunt here, a glaring look there, but for the most part she just listened. After the meal, Sirius spent several hours recounting her recent adventures in search of sarah.

Taking the delicious creature to her bed once more, Sirius had her way with sarah. When sarah tried to return the affection, Sirius told the girl to rest. Last night's beating was still fresh and sarah needed to rest. After dozing off herself for a little while, Sirius got up and dressed.

Before she left the room, she gathered up the scruffy rags sarah had been wearing and laid out a new outfit for her wench. Soft skinned leggings like her own and a soft white shirt Sirius had acquired on her last trip to Egypt. She would have to get to the cobbler at some point to have new ones made up for sarah.

Sirius descended the stairs to a chilly inn. While she had rested upstairs with sarah after her breakfast, there had been quite a commotion going on. Sirius searched out Nessa and found the woman sitting at a table. She drew up a chair but did not sit. The Warrior offered Nessa a mug of ale then cleared her throat.

"Good evening Nessa. I wanted to speak with you."

Sirius waited until Nessa looked up at her with a glare in her eye.

"I have come to offer my apologies. sarah has belonged to me for what seems like forever. As such, I am responsible for her actions. sarah did not mean to deceive you, nor did I mean to deprive you of anything. sarah truly believed me dead. she has told me everything, yes I mean everything."

"sarah is a young woman, not a lass , but a woman. she was used to certain attentions, and grew accustomed to them. she truly believed me dead as did most of my house. You took an interest in her and she was truly flattered. she gave in to her darker desires and acted on her lusts. she did not mean to encourage you, but she is young. sarah's heart belonged to another, Me, but believing I was dead she sought comfort and pleasure with you. You know well yourself what she is capable of."

Sirius took a long drink from her mug, and continued.

"My return was not expected by sarah, not even those in my own house ever expected to see me alive again."

Sirius gave Nessa an appraising look and smiled.

"I can understand why she was attracted to you. Your beauty is indeed striking. Perhaps if I had never returned she could have learned to love another. But I did return and I have searched long and hard for my sarah. I did not mean to cause you any harm. Nor did sarah believe she was doing anything wrong at the time. In fact she acted as any young wench would have, faced with a life alone. And seeing that one such as yourself fancied her, she indeed did wrestle with her feelings for a while before acting on her desires."

"So, Lord Nessa, I do offer you my apologies on behalf of my sarah. Please do not be angry with her. Who among us, in their lives, have not made mistakes? As a warrior I have accepted what sarah did and I have put these things behind me. The past cannot be changed, but the future can be created. I hope you can forgive Me and in doing so forgive my sarah as well. It was never my intention to anger anybody, only to find and claim the one that bears my mark and carries my heart."

Sirius extended her hand to Nessa in the true warrior spirit.

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(Part 38 - Answers & Decisions Part 2 by Nessa) --

Washing up after Klancy's "healing" techniques was a bit of a chore. But tris was careful around the sore spots. Nessa finally emerged through the dust and grime and came back to sit at breakfast with the others. The laughter here felt good.

Nessa was in the middle of a good laugh caused by a cryptic quip from Klancy, :) when a vacant chair was moved back from the table. She looked up to see the face of Sirius the Warrior gazing down at her. All laughter stopped and the table was still. Nessa felt herself bristle.

The handsome Warrior spoke clearly to Nessa alone. She spoke from her heart without malice and when she was finished, extended a Warrior's hand to Nessa. The table of sinners all waited silently. No one could guess what might happen next.

Nessa stood slowly. She could see that this was a brave and honorable Warrior. She took the offered arm in a grasp up to the elbow. 

"Please sit Sirius"

When Sirius took the seat and the rest of the company began to breath again, Nessa looked at the Dark Warrior and felt one of those unfamiliar, and damned uncomfortable feelings... humility. 

She spoke. "Sirius, I thank you for your sincerity and for coming forth. I must tell you that It has not been anger that has driven me these last days. It is grief of losing what I never had and only wanted with all heart and soul. Please do not believe that sarah is to blame for any of the..ahh.. events that happened between us. She never asked for anything. I saw that she was free and unprotected and I wanted her. I took. I am feeling the pain of not being told about you, but that will pass. I gave her cause to fear me, perhaps she could not speak for that."

"sarah never spoke of love. I believe she was always loyal to you in that way. I cannot say that it doesn't pain me to see her with you or to see her at all. But that will pass as well. I am happy for you both." 

With that Nessa lifted her Earl Grey and drank to the Warrior before her.

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