Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

Interception
Dungeon
 

by Nessa
February/March/June 2003
Part 2, Conclusion

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The cool stream swirled around Aria’s shapely thighs. One hand held her skirt bunched up and above the water while she cupped her other hand and filled it to splash the cold water over her face and shoulders. It felt refreshing. Water drizzled down her open shirt to wash over the wound on her breast. She stiffened at the sting and wondered what she could have been thinking. After all, she was aware that Dalton was not only crazy but that she had a darkness deep in her… a place where no light or vision could go. Aria determined that she suffered from her own temporary madness and now it was too late. How very right she was. Just as she brought her hand up again for another cool dose, her wrist was caught in the tight hold of the end of a whip that wrapped around it. Aria was yanked back and pulled to shore before she was aware of what had just happened. She scrambled to her feet and sputtered stream water. Dripping from head to the hem of her skirt, the drenched assassin blinked and unwound the whip from her wrist. She looked up into the burning eyes of the outraged Dalton.

There was not a moment to run or to think before the Dane pounced on the disoriented bather. She grabbed blonde hair in one hand and the pretty throat in the other. She pulled Aria’s face close to her own and spat, “Oh little bitch, you should have killed me.” Squeezing a little harder on Aria’s throat, Dalton lifted the small woman off the ground. She turned around and tossed the beautiful assassin down. She watched as Aria clutched at her throat to gain breath and then attempt to get up only to slip on the gravel and fall again at her feet. Dalton grabbed Aria up by an arm and back-handed her hard enough to split the skin on a cheek-bone. Aria flew back and twisted around with the force of the blow. She landed face down on the gravel.

Without another second of hesitation, Aria’s fighting skills came into play. It was instinctual. She lifted her body up on all fours and threw a vicious kick into Dalton’s groin. She knew she hit the mark when the Dane yelled in pain. She pushed herself forward and into a run for the trees. But the whip curled around her again. This time it coiled at her waist and brought her to a stop that doubled her over. She felt a chill in her spine when she heard Dalton’s voice crooning, “Why do you run from me little killer? Don’t you want what I have to give you?” A swift pull from Dalton’s end of the whip bought Aria back to the ground and rolling.

Aria tried to remember where her dagger was, but she didn’t really have time. She felt her body lifted at the waist by one incredibly strong arm wrapped around it. She kicked and flailed wildly as Dalton took her to a clearing inside a circle of trees. She yelled obscenities at the Dane. She sprang to her feet in the instant Dalton threw her down. Twirling on one foot, she swung a bare heel into Dalton’s solar plexus. But Dalton was relentless in her fury. The next time that deadly foot kicked at her she grabbed it and twisted. She heard a satisfying snap as Aria’s ankle dislocated. Aria’s scream spurred the impervious Dane to further action. She took the advantage when Aria grabbed at her ankle in pain.

Dalton moved in and slipped her arm around Aria’s waist. She lifted her like a rag doll and pulled the wet skirt up to expose a beautiful panty covered ass. Tossing Aria over a very conveniently placed log, she drew one of the woman’s small wrists behind her and held it down hard at the small of her back. “You have been a very bad girl little bitch! You will be punished. This is just the beginning too. What was the order we agreed on? Let me see, I think it was to fuck… then hurt… then kill.” Dalton’s voice shook with rage. She put herself between the assassin’s legs and slammed her free fist onto Aria’s sweet panty covered cunt.

Aria felt like and infant under the strength of this dark woman. She realized by the mushy feel of her panties, that she was wet down there. Her assailant realized it too, because she ripped at her panties, clawing them to pieces. Suddenly she was being crammed full, opened terribly wide. She was lifted off her feet by the force of the fucking. It hurt so much and for so long, she came several times.

Dalton loved how Aria cried. The sound of it drove her lust up. She rammed hard again and again. Just before she hit her peak she stopped fucking and held the huge phallus still. “I don’t want to stop feeling this way little one, and I am sure you don’t want me to but… oh well.” Dalton pulled the phallus out with speed and force. She grabbed Aria and slung her off the log and onto the ground.

Aria’s head hit a stone. She was out cold for a while… she didn’t know how long but when she opened her eyes she was in the same position on the ground as when she fell. Her ankle throbbed and hurt like hell. She saw Dalton putting wood down on a fire and shut her eyes again, hoping the Dane didn’t notice. After a minute, Aria realized that her hands and feet were free. She would have expected that Dalton would have her trussed up from a tree limb by now. She heard boot-steps behind her. Opening her eyes she spotted her dagger, not more than three feet from her face stuck in the sheath where she left it before she entered the stream. The sound of boots stepping on twigs and earth faded behind her. Rising up on an elbow, she turned enough to see Dalton walking the peripheral of the clearing picking up pieces of wood. Aria acted. She scrambled to her dagger and pulled it from her sheath in time to draw back and toss it at the now advancing Dane. She was quick but sharp pain, the position of where she was and aiming at a moving target, caused the mark to be way low.

Dalton took the dagger in the muscle of her right thigh. She howled in pain and went down. But that was only for a second. Aria’s ankle was displaced and impossible to walk on. She was up and hopping toward her horse but Dalton was there first. The dagger was now out of Dalton’s leg and dripping with her own blood as she held it menacingly toward Aria. But instead of plunging it into the assassin, she leaped in front of her and punched her full force in the stomach. Aria doubled over. Breathing was not an option. She passed out again.

This time when Aria awoke, her hands were tied behind her back. Dalton was screaming at her. “I DO NOT BELONG TO YOU. YOU BELONG TO ME!” She felt a hard smack to the back of her head. Through her dizziness she heard more. “I WILL KILL YOU! YOU BRANDED ME.. I WILL KILL YOU!” The Dane pulled Aria over to lay facing up. Aria’s vision blurred with a renewed slapping of her already bruised face. The slaps stopped at last. She felt her shirt pulled open and then nothing. She shook her head to clear it. Through burning tears she saw Dalton’s raised hand curled around the dagger hilt, poised to plunge it into her heart. Aria pulled in a breath at her impending death. Then she moved her eyes from the blade to the dark slate eyes of her insane Dane. What she saw was a stunned animal, trapped in the cage of her own confusion.

Dalton was hell unleashed. She took many a wench to the whip and to bed. She killed her share of them in lust haze and walked away without remorse, never thinking of them again. But Aria was different. She wanted Aria more than any other. She was consumed by this little bitch and could never get satisfied. She walked like a phantom in the night waiting for a glimpse of the one who spurned her. Now she was scarred and branded by that very one. She was ready to kill Aria for the relief of watching her die. Then when she pulled the shirt away from the beauty to stab a naked breast, her eyes met with the mark that Aria cut into her own flesh. Dalton froze. The sight rushed up at her, nearly knocking her over with the force of realization. She lowered the dagger slowly.

Turning Aria on her side, she cut the ropes at her wrists. The hurricane was stilled. No force was left. Gathering the stunned and battle-worn assassin into her strong arms, Dalton carried her to the waiting horses. She lifted Aria up to the saddle with unbelievable gentleness and said, “You have much coming and you will get it. But for now, you must heal that ankle. Go home to your friends my Aria. You will remember what you have coming when you look down and see the mark on your breast. I will appear when you least expect me.” Aria was speechless. She might have found words if she tried but regarded her situation as a gift of the fates. Also, knowing the unstable state that Dalton was so often in, she thought it the better part of wisdom to be silent at this juncture. Dalton slapped the hind quarter of Aria’s horse and watched the bruised and beaten woman ride away.

Dalton opened her own shirt and looked at the “A” carved above her breast and cherished the sight. She never knew a woman to do such a thing. She had no formed idea of what it meant really, just that it meant something was between them that was somehow set and unchangeable. Did the “D” carved permanently into Aria’s flesh and the “A” carved into Dalton’s mean that the two were somehow bonded in some strange dark way? Dalton thought so. She would have killed Aria in an instant if she had not seen that mark, obviously done deliberately. If it was a moment of madness that compelled the assassin to cut herself in such a way and blend her blood with the blood of the Dark Dane, it was the moment that saved her life.

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She was slumped forward in the saddle, rocking with the movement of the walking mare beneath her. ‘She must be unconscious’ Killian thought. ‘But at least she is alive.’ The ankle was swollen and bruised, that much injury was obvious. Killian couldn’t tell what else until the blonde lifted her head and the Amazon saw a face so battered, she hardly recognized her friend. “Aria!” she breathed aloud, breaking the psychic vision.

Killian rose up from the fur pallet she sat on in Nessa’s cave. She leaned down and pulled the blanket up to cover Tris and waited until she saw the lids flutter open to reveal clear hazel. She spoke softly, “I have to go for just a little while Tris. You are safe here.” Tris mustered a brave, faint smile and drifted back into healing sleep. The cave was the only respite Killian could find. It was impossible for her to continue on to the Lodge. It was just too far. Tris showed signs of internal bleeding and could not continue on horseback. Killian remembered this cave of Nessa’s and settled here for the rest they both needed. She thanked her Patron Goddess, Artemis that Nessa kept a store of healing herbs here. There was a small supply of dried meat and fruit and several full water-skins to sustain them for as long as they would need.

Killian left the cave and called for Flame. The Friesian mare trotted into view within the few seconds it took for Killian to center herself and get a psychic fix on Aria. They came upon the white stallion as he grazed in a clearing. Aria was sitting, propped against a large Cedar a few yards away. She looked ghastly with black and blue swelling over one eye, a swollen bottom lip, split open and bleeding. Her clothes were torn and she was without her boots. Killian walked up to her friend and shot a gaze to that swollen ankle. She determined immediately that walking would be out. Before anything, she wanted to be assured that there would be no more danger to deal with. She spoke loudly to the barely conscious Aria. “Honey, did you finish Dalton?” She watched her best friend attempting to register her question and then give a slight nod. Killian emanated psychic feelers all around… no Dalton. ‘Good’ she thought and set about getting Aria to her feet to mount the stallion.

Aria was so grateful for Killy. But she was weak from the beating and would have to thank her friend later. Her head hurt horribly and her vision was blurry. Sound came distorted through a tunnel so that when Killy spoke the injured woman could barely make it out. “Honey, who did this? Dalton?” She managed a nod and felt herself lifted. She didn’t remember getting on her horse or how they got to the cave. All she could remember was the soul-ripping pain when Killian re-located her ankle. Passing out was a blessing.

What would she do? Nothing. Killian asked and answered her own question. She could not leave these injured friends but they needed to get back to the Lodge for clean sheets, someone to spell her on the watch and food. Dried venison would sustain her but Aria and Tris needed broth. She doubted if Aria could chew at all with her mouth so swollen. Killian was in this thing to far. Without help, she could do no more than this. Damn that Dalton! It was easy to see that killing the bitch was hard. Aria was a talented assassin but Dalton was just plain crazy and mean. Tears came to her eyes when she thought of how hard Aria must have fought to get these injuries. She saw the “D” branded above her friend’s breast and thought, ‘It’s a good thing Aria already killed that inhuman bitch. I would be doing it now myself.’ Killian looked down at her two friends… both of them wounded to the point of incapacitation at Dalton’s hand. She knew Dalton was hard to kill. Hadn’t the Dane been left for dead before, only to appear again, wreaking havoc? Killian’s mind lingered on these thoughts as she stared into the tiny fire. It was all she had to warm them through the night and the only light in the cave. Suddenly the fine hairs on the back of the Amazon’s neck rose to the sensation of a presence in the cave.

As casually as she could, Killian wrapped a hand around the hilt of her dagger. Shadows danced against the cave walls from the flickering fire, making any movement impossible to detect. Her throat was dry as she slowed her breathing. Lifting her dagger out of it’s sheath, the Amazon stood and turned in one motion. She tossed the dagger toward the cave opening with all the force that was in her. Her heart sank as it pounded when she heard her dagger clink and clatter against stone. Holding her body in defensive stance, Killian waited.

“Not too friendly now is it little girl?”

The voice came rippling across the cave as a soothing gift. Killian took in a huge breath and cried, “Caitlin!”

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The tall warrior caught her lover up into her arms and held her there for several moments. She was filled with gratitude and joy at finding her. Caitlin needed to be sure that this was real and that her Killian was unhurt before she allowed herself to feel or express the anger that seethed within her. Years of separation from the one who held her heart brought darkness to her life. Then to find each other again and have the bliss of their love restored, gave Caitlin a new sense of hope, a renewed love for life itself. When she awoke the previous morning, knowing Killian left on a quest that would no doubt be dangerous, she felt a fear unknown to her before.

She waited in anguish for a day and then alerted Klancy and the Kindred that she was setting out to bring Killian, Aria and Tris back.

Caitlin was tracking in forests and plains long before she ever started trading with the Amazons. She was expert at reading signs of travelers through the trees or on the trail. So then, it was not by accident that she found Killian’s black Friesian mare and Aria’s white stallion grazing outside the entrance of the cave.

Killian felt Caitlin pulling out of the embrace. She stood back, gazing into the blue eyes she loved. “I am so glad to see you Caitlin. You have come at the very best of times.” She said.

Caitlin looked down at the two injured women on the floor of the cave. “It looks like I could have been more useful if I had been with you from the beginning” she said firmly.

Killian caught the resonating note of anger in her lover’s voice. She knew all along there would be explaining to do. Still, she felt justified in every move she made thus far. She was sure Caitlin would understand and once they were out of this cave on their way to the Lodge, she would explain. But at this moment, she could only stand in silence under Caitlin’s imposing gaze.

“Tell me what happened Killian. Who did this to Aria and Tris?” Caitlin could see that the injuries to both women were serious. “How badly hurt are they?” she asked as she leaned down to get a better look. Aria was blinking in an attempt to regain consciousness. Her face was horribly swollen and bruised. Caitlin shot a look up to Killian. “Well? Answer me!”

The young Amazon stepped back as Caitlin rose to her full height and moved toward her. Those blue eyes blazed. Killian knew the look. It was anger and it was relief and some deep lust brewing in her tall lover. Killian caught her breath with the swooping thought of what was in store. Her whole body shivered with fear and anticipation. How she loved this fabulous woman whose presence made life exciting and full. She loved her own ability to submit… to assent that Caitlin was the boss. She could make that agreement precisely because Caitlin allowed her so much independent thought and action. But this was a line crossed. Leaving without Caitlin to rescue her friend was not a decision that set well with the taller woman. Killian thought she was sparing the warrior any more fighting or bloodshed. She decided that it was too soon after Caitlin’s own horrendous rescue to ask that she rescue someone else. Besides, Killian felt quite capable. Now she saw that deciding for herself was fine, but deciding for Caitlin actually took something from the beautiful warrior.

Caitlin saw the intake of breath and watched the sparkle in her young lover’s eyes shift from joy and relief into acquiescence and recognition of her mistake, along with it’s consequences. Caitlin softened. “We will wait until our friends are back at the lodge and healing between clean sheets before you answer to me. But make no mistake my lass… you will answer to me!” Her voice shook with the emotion she felt. Just then, the keen senses of the fighter rose in Caitlin. She swung a foot out and tucked it behind Killian’s knees to lift the lass off her feet and send her falling to the floor in one swift move. Caitlin dropped down as Killian fell in the split second that the dagger flew over, missing her head by a breath. Unsheathing her own dagger in a lightning flash of speed, Caitlin twisted around to meet the foe. But what she saw stopped any movement.

Aria struggled to get up on one knee when she heard the threatening tone of the warrior. Her delirious mind translated everything into another time and another reality. She saw Caitlin as a brutal fiend who could not be trusted with her Killy. Killian’s blindness in love would only get her beaten and possibly killed. Aria’s own state of being was most certainly less than able at this point. She missed with her toss somehow. She thought, “Fuck! I never miss!” She mouthed Killian’s name as she saw her friend melting into the blurring of everything and then nothing.

Killian and Caitlin rushed to Aria who lay in a slump, again unconscious. Together they worked to settle her into a comfortable position on her back. Both women kneeled on either side of the loyal assassin. They looked up from the beautiful face made grotesque by Dalton’s pummeling, and glared at one another in silence. Killian spoke first. “She will be someone to reckon with, Caitlin. She hasn’t trusted you since that night on the clipper when you lost your reason. She doesn’t believe that you would not ever really hurt me. She doesn’t know you as I do.”

Caitlin had no response. She already sensed Aria’s distain for her. She did understand it but knew of no way to change it. Just as she knew of no way to change the heart of Nessa who accepted her but stayed at a distance. Caitlin rose up and stood gazing down at the sweet face of the woman she loved more than life. She said softly, “We can ‘reckon’ with all that later. Right now, we have to get these women back to the lodge. I’ll make some litters and rig them to the horses.”

Killian watched Caitlin disappear from the cave and looked down at her two injured friends. She shook her head in silence and thought, “What will I have to do to fix this?”

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Tris woke to the sound of some kind of soft scraping. She opened her eyes to rays of light jabbing through clusters of tree limbs above her as she moved. But how could she be laying on her back and moving too? Slowly, she lifted her aching head and got a glimpse of her own feet merging from under a fur coverlet. Rising up just a bit more she saw the source of the scraping sound in the two branches dragging at the end if her litter. She felt a cool hand on her face and looked up into Killian’s dark brown eyes. Killian’s soft voice urged her gently back down. Tris turned her head to see a twin litter beside her with someone else hurt and unable to do more than moan. She looked again at Killian. “Who is that Killy? What happened?”

“It is Aria, Tris. Be still now, we are taking you home to safety and rest and good medicine.” Killian answered.

“And food?”

Killian smiled. “Yes, of course sweet one. But it will be no more than soup for a few days” she said and thought Tris must be healing from the worst of her injuries to be thinking of food.

Tris delighted in the thought of chicken and vegetable soups. But back to the here and now, she wondered what happened to Aria. She had been unconscious for so long. Questions loomed in her eyes for the walking Amazon to see. Killian did see and talked to the injured little seamstress as she walked beside the two litters. She explained to Tris how she and Aria came to rescue her after the psychic vision that came to Killian when Dalton held her captive. Tris trembled with the memory of her time of torture and fear with the dark Dane. She listened quietly and then asked, “Did Dalton do this damage to Aria?” She knew it was true even before Killian told her. “Will she be alright Killy?”

“Yes. She is strong and one hell of a fighter. No one else could have killed that horror and come through it alive herself.” Killian said just as she looked up and gazed on Caitlin, riding ahead, leading Flame and Aria’s white stallion. The two horses were rigged with the litters that carried the precious cargo back to the Lodge. Killian watched how Caitlin’s straight, strong back moved with the gentle sway of her walking mare. She felt bone tired. They would break the forest soon and come to the meadow that surrounded their beloved home.

Tris settled back into sleep and dreamed fitfully of Dalton. The way she moved and talked was branded into the girl’s mind. But more than that was the look of mad fury in the Dane’s eyes.

       Dalton’s Fury

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Aria could only open one eye since the other one was swollen shut. Klancy’s voice came through the tunnel of her consciousness. It was strong and gentle, in the exact way she had come to know the courtly warrior. “Alright lass, I’ll be carrying you to your bed. We’ll get ye some clean bed clothes and hot broth. You’re safe now lass.” Comfort and a sense of safety washed over Aria. Suddenly the fear and the pain and the deep sadness within her welled up into tears that spilled down her face. She nestled her head into Klancy’s strong shoulder and sobbed. Never had home felt so good.

Caitlin carried Tris to Nessa’s room and stood cradling the lass while Killian knocked at the door. They waited only a moment before the door swung wide open. Nessa ushered them in and directed Caitlin to her big feather bed where Caitlin laid the girl gently down. “What in Brigit’s name?” queried the Celt.

“Dalton” Killian answered simply. She watched Nessa’s grey eyes go dark and quickly said, “Aria saved you the trouble Nessa. She killed Dalton.”

Nessa swept her gaze down at her sweet Tris and back to Caitlin. “Thank you for bringing her home.” She felt the tension between them but couldn’t change it just yet.

“You are most welcome.” Caitlin said graciously. She scooped Killian’s hand into her own and led the way out of Nessa’s room and down the corridor to the room they shared. Killian had some explaining to do and Caitlin was ready to hear it. She wondered if the wide leather belt was still hanging on the back of the door.


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Just as she came up to their door, Caitlin felt the little hand slip from hers. She turned around to face the anger that sparkled out of Killian’s eyes. They stood in silence looking at one another there in the corridor, both women feeling the air between them vibrate with emotion. The hours of traveling through the forest and the hard days before that, wore deeply.

Killian felt like she was about finished with Caitlin’s punishing silence. She hated the silence more than a whipping. She wanted to know what was jabbing at Caitlin that made the warrior brood like a sullen child. The silence just left her to guess. Plus, she didn’t like being pulled along the corridor like a dog on a leash. She made the first move, reaching around Caitlin and shoving the door open. Sarcasm sprouted from her being. “Let’s both walk through the door like adults, shall we?” She stepped in first, leaving Caitlin to fend for herself.

Still standing outside, Caitlin watched Killian tread to the middle of the room and turn around. The Amazon was a storm brewing in a beautiful body. But it was a storm Caitlin would quiet. She was curious to see how far her lover would carry the insolence.

Killian folded her arms in front of her and said. “Alright. You haven’t said one word to me since we left the cave, Caitlin. Oh, and how dare you pull me by the hand like a child? Why do you think you can act like such a bitch and not explain? Why are you so angry?”

Caitlin stepped into the room. Pushing the door behind her, she stood leaning back against it. Her voice was softer than she felt. She chose her words. “I have always known you to ask multiple questions before getting even one answer.” She moved slowly toward Killian as she spoke. “First, I think I can act like a bitch without explaining anything because you think you can leave me asleep while you go off on some hair-brained rescue mission that turned out to be more danger than you could handle by yourself. So then I pull you by the hand as if you were a child because your behavior was childish. And last, I am angry because you did not consider me or what I would go through when I woke to see that you were you gone.” She stopped moving and stood looking down into Killian’s face and waited.

After the emotional mountain climbing of the last three years, staying above a depression that would have sunk anyone with a weaker heart or a lesser faith, Killian felt a caving in her soul at Caitlin’s words. The floodgates to everything she held back was about to break. Soft brown eyes turned hard. “Try to think back Caitlin, I know this may be a strain for you, but try anyway” she said without hiding the invective tone in her voice. “When you were the object of rescue, was it hair-brained then? Was it childish then? I was not by myself then and I was not by myself this time. Aria is the best assassin alive. She was hurt badly but she is going to make it. I left without you because I was thinking of YOU and all you had been through. Once again it is all about you and what you need and how you feel and what you want and how upset you are! And by the way, you have no idea how much danger I can handle!”

Killian rose with her rage, a rage she wouldn’t look at until now and now it was too big for her. It expanded with every word she spoke as the volume got higher and higher. She felt like she allowed some hellish part of her to take over. She never would have dreamed of smashing her fists into Caitlin’s chest if she was in control of herself.

Caitlin was astonished at the intensity of emotional pain and the fury that came from Killian. Why didn’t she realize before it came to this that her lover needed healing and understanding? Why did she think the trials of the past three years were hers alone? She realized at that moment that this was not just ranting. Killian made sense and Caitlin would have some real listening to do. But now the Amazon was in a frenzy of rage which was whirling out of control fast. Caitlin fell back from the force of pounding fists. She caught Killy’s wrists and held them but the screaming continued. She had to stop it now. She let go of one small wrist and slapped the love of her life.

Killian’s head reeled back. The slap had a sound that cracked through her own yelling and seemed to echo through the silence that followed. She was stunned but she felt herself shaken at the shoulders and suddenly Caitlin’s face came clear and close.

“Killian, that’s enough!” Caitlin barked. She watched out for more movement or yelling but all she saw was her beautiful Killian’s face reddening from the slap and a look of muted agony from tearing brown eyes. Quickly she pulled Killian close and held tight. She spoke into her ear softly now. “Killian I understand. You are right.” The smaller body collapsed against her in relief. Killian cried for a long time as they stood there.

Caitlin knew what Killian needed to purge this pain. She made the decision that they would sleep first, talk second and then she would assert her position with her partner. She would do it with love, a firm hand and a belt.

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After the slap that broke Killian’s hysteria, Caitlin held her precious Amazon for a long time. Kisses and wiping away tears and more kisses and soft talk from Caitlin calmed Killian enough for sleep and then to wake agreeing to civil conversation. They sat together, face to face and talked about the events and the feelings each of them had since that life-changing day when Caitlin was captured by the Persians who enslaved her for three long years.

Caitlin learned how Killian found her beloved horse, Dancer lying wounded in the forest and how she had to end the faithful animal’s misery with Caitlin’s own sword left bloody on the forest floor. She learned how Killian searched for her and how the young lass’s hope bled from her with each empty step. Killian talked to Caitlin about the fear and the faith that stayed with her throughout the years.

Then, Killian spoke about the peace and the love she found at the Lodge. She told of the acceptance she found there. Killian left out nothing. She talked of Klancy as a mentor and a champion and a friend. She talked of how she covered her loneliness and pain with the antics of a sprite for a long time and that it worked well for her until the untold grief that lived inside her was seen by one who saw her as the woman she truly was. That one was Nessa.

Caitlin had to hear this. She had to hear about the friendship between the two women. She had to hear about the warlord, Tantalas who attacked and whose henchwoman, Slaid, held Killian captive, raping and torturing her until Nessa could get there to save her. She had to hear that Nessa told the lass that she was in love with her. Caitlin did not doubt Killian’s love for her but it did feel like a pebble in her boot that another held a part of her beloved’s heart that she could never have.

Killian could see the hurt wavering in Caitlin’s eyes. She lifted a strand of hair away from that beautiful warrior face and said softly, “Caitlin, you have always been my heart… finding you again was all that mattered to me. Nessa knew this and even through her own desire to have me, she risked her life to help me get you from the hands of the Persian dogs.”

Caitlin smiled slightly and said, “It is easy to see why you would love her, Killy. She is loyal and true as a friend.” Then she leaned down to kiss the soft lips she loved. After a moment she pulled the lass’s shirt down over her shoulders and away from her arms. “I want you to stand still for me while I undress you. We have talked and understood each other. Now it is time for me to do what I must and what I want, so that I may show you my place with you. Do you understand?”

Killian did understand and said so. She had some hope that this might be delayed until the morning but knew it was inevitable. Excitement pounded inside her as Caitlin slowly stripped her. She stood naked and waiting obediently as Caitlin walked around her, taking in every beautiful curve. She lost a little of her resolve to be quiet when she saw Caitlin head for the door and the strap that hung there. “Couldn’t you just spank me Caitlin?”

“Yes. I intend to give you a spanking. But the strap will be handy for the whipping.”

“No, Caitlin.”

“What?” Caitlin turned her tall body back toward the naked girl and raised a brow. “’No’ is not acceptable Killian. “Now you will be whipped twice before I put you to bed.” She watched as Killian held back a retort she was sure to be sorry for. “Want to try for a third?”

“No.” Killian’s eyes were glaring at the floor. She stood like that while Caitlin strode to the wooden chair with the tall back and sat.

The taller woman dropped the strap to the floor beside her. She felt a surge of heat when her young lover jumped at the sound. “Look at me Killian” she said firmly. “You are mine, but you are not my slave. Come lay over me now, I want to redden your bottom and don’t hesitate.”

Killian felt the slick juice between her inner thighs as she walked and stopped at Caitlin’s side. Without a word or a look at her lover she laid across Caitlin’s lap and offered her hand for Caitlin to hold down at the small of her back.

It was too compliant somehow. Caitlin always knew her girl to be more resistant than this. She held Killian down and quickly pushed two fingers up into her sweetheart’s center.

“Aaaah!” Killian yelped in joy and surprise. It felt so good to have Caitlin pushing her fingers into her. “You like this don’t you baby?” Caitlin crooned.

Killian felt such heat. She rocked her ass up to meet Caitlin’s fingers “Oh yes Caitlin, yes” she panted. This position always seemed so naughty for getting fucked. Disappointment flooded her when what she thought was the beginning of another thrust never came and Caitlin pulled her fingers out. “Aaahhrrrrr! Groaned the naked lass. “Why did you stop honey?” She said.

“Because you have to earn your fucking.” With that Caitlin slammed down hard on Killian’s perfect round ass again and again. She was never one to count how many slaps to give or to worry about the yelping that came from her Killy. “You want to be fucked, Killy?” she asked as she spanked.

Killian was in an ecstasy of pleasure and pain. She loved how she could give herself over to Caitlin. “Yes please, Caitlin.” She cried. She felt the slapping stop as Caitlin’s big hand rubbed all over her sore bottom.

“Ooooh baby, your ass is so red for me. Does it hurt sweetie?”

“yes” Killian sniffled.

“But is it enough?”

“Yes, it is enough, Caitlin… please fuck me now.”

“No” Caitlin said simply and resumed the spanking. “You are to understand that I can say no to you, but you will not defy me.”

“I understand Killian wailed. Please stop!”

Caitlin stopped and looked at her beautiful love laying so submissively over her lap. The red bottom was going to be scarlet before she was finished with it. Killian lay sobbing. Caitlin reached down for the strap on the floor. “It is time for your first whipping, Killian and this one is to teach you that you do not make decisions without me again.” The lass began to protest but the strap was whipping on her ass before she could finish a sentence. Caitlin whipped and instructed Killian at the same time. “Open your legs baby girl, I am going to whip some tender parts to make your fucking feel even better. Come on now, open up or it will be worse.”

“Ah, no please don’t!” pleaded the naked lass but she opened her legs as instructed. All down her thighs, inner and outer were welted now from Caitlin’s strap. The wetness between her legs made the sound of the strap hitting her skin seem even sharper.

Dropping the strap Caitlin pulled Killian up and sat her very sore bottom down on her lap. The lass wriggled but Caitlin held firmly. “Put your arms around my neck and keep them there,” she instructed. “I am going to fuck you right here and your sore bottom is going to be rubbing against my leather pants as I do it. Now open your legs baby.”

Killian tucked her head down into her warrior’s shoulder and opened her legs. Her bottom was on fire. She held her arms tightly around Caitlin’s neck at the first feel of strong fingers entering her. One strong arm held her around the waist while At least three long fingers pressed into her and began to rock her back and forth. The effect of this was exquisite. The soreness of her bottom rubbing against leather and the thumb of Caitlin’s fucking hand pressed on her clit, brought her to a height she had only known with this one woman. Caitlin moved her arm and lifted so that Killian’s breasts were close enough to her mouth tho suck them. Hard nipples got harder as the warrior sucked and fucked her darling at the same time.

It was all too much for Killian. “Caitlin, I have to come, I have to come” she cried.

“Who do you belong too?” Caitlin whispered.

“I belong to you, Caitlin! I do, I do…. Aaaaaaahhh… aaahhhhaaa!” The climax was intense enough that Killian lifted her whole body up as Caitlin’s fingers held still and hard up into her. Killian’s body went limp and Caitlin removed her fingers. She cradled her naked lover in her arms and stood. She carried her precious love to the bed and laid her down. Killian was barely aware of Caitlin undressing. She was in a swoon of ecstasy seldom known to her.

Caitlin climbed in next to her lover and whispered. “You are tired now and so am I, but do not forget my love, You have another one coming.” Caitlin held Killian close all through the rest of the night. She pleasured herself and demanded pleasure from Killian. No one would ever be more to Killian than she. She would be talking with Nessa soon, that much was sure.

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The End - 'Interception' - by Lord Nessa

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