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The night was dark. No moon was showing. Nessa loved the forest at night in a way that was different than the day. It was the quiet of it. Wind brushing through swaying treetops was about the only sound left after crickets and frogs ended their cadences.

She lay in her bedroll on her side watching the fire flicker. Another fifteen minutes and it would be out. Nessa's search for Shasa would be over by this time tomorrow night. She would be riding into Amphipolis with Meika searching out the village for her little mistress before dark. The Celt sensed in her deepest heart that she was not too late to prevent her friend from acts that would result in certain suicide.

Nessa missed home. She thought of everyone there. Tris was foremost in her thoughts at night, just before sleep... like now. The Warrior drifted to sleep and into dreams. She dreamed that the little wench followed her to these lands and insisted on traveling with her in spite of the dangers. So goes this dream...

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Nessa was irate that the lass disobeyed her and followed in spite of threats of punishment. She was secretly glad to have the beauty by her side and in her bedroll. Still, she could not allow disobedience without consequence. The Celtic lord felt hot desire pulsing at her center as she realized that she would have the lass as she pleased.

Tris stood before Nessa here in this forest. She knew she was in for a whipping but then it would be over and she would be with her lover. She watched the tall warrior walk to her pack on the ground by the fire. She took a step back in fear when she saw what the lord brought out of the pack. A dagger! "N... Nessa. Wh... what?"

The lord reached Tris in three strides. She pulled the lass in close. Nessa felt Tris' body tremble deliciously against her. She leaned down to feel a sweet little ear against her lips. She held tight as she spoke in a low, even tone. "You take this dagger now Tris. I want ye to cut me a switch." She pulled away quickly so that Tris staggered a little. The look in the lass's wide eyes was one of understanding. Most of what she understood was that she might have underestimated her lord's temper and lust. She regretted this now. Even as she took the dagger from Nessa, she regretted it.

Nessa watched the girl go to the edge of the clearing to the nearest tree. She noticed how Tris faltered. She saw her fear... smelled it. It brought the feral lust to heights in Nessa that she could only experience when the object of that lust was afraid. She loved it. How her cunt throbbed now at the sight of her little Tris falling to her knees in supplication for mercy. The tears and the sound of that sultry sobbing voice nearly brought the lord to climax as she stood there.

Nessa walked to where Tris dropped. "Hand me the switch lass." she smiled at the girl. By Brigid's sweet love, this was nice. Even while Tris handed the wicked looking stick to Nessa, she cried. "Please Nessa... please. I... I thought you wanted me here. Don't use that on me Lord... please." She whimpered.

It was a nice switch. Just the perfect thickness to welt that beautiful ass up good. "I think you better strip now lass. I want ye naked for this. I'll be tying you to a tree and I want you to feel that rough bark against your nipples while I whip you." Nessa glowered in pleasure while a fresh string of pleas came rushing and the lass undressed.

Nessa grabbed Tris by one wrist and yanked her to her feet. She pulled the naked wench through the clearing to a large fallen tree. The trunk was quite large. The Celt instructed Tris to straddle it and lay forward. The lass complied reluctantly, crying as she did. Nessa loved how Tris' adorable body shook and jiggled and swayed in all the right places. "Now you just lay there lass. I don't want you moving." The lord found strips of leather in her saddlebags. She had Tris tied to that tree tight and fast within minutes. Oooooh the lass looked wonderful like that! She was spread wide and her ass was high. Nessa nearly lost control just from the sight.

The sound of that switch as it slashed down through the air was like no other sound. Over and over it sounded, mixing with the screams of the naked, bound wench. The welts that came up were thin. Not wide like the belt made. Nessa swung down without mercy on Tris's gorgeous upturned ass, watching how she struggled and listening to her screams. She knew she would have to stop soon. She needed the lass.

Finally, the switch was dropped. Nessa allowed Tris to strain against her bindings and struggle with burning skin for a time. She listened as cries turned to sobs and the lass relaxed a bit. Nessa removed the leather that bound Tris to the tree. She pulled her roughly to the ground. "Get to your knees Tris!" she yelled. Tris was only too glad to do it. That horrible whipping had finally ended. She was ready to do her lord's bidding.

Nessa removed her own britches. She stood naked from the waist down in front of the kneeling, sobbing girl. Suddenly she grabbed a handful of brown wavy hair and pulled Tris to her. She held Tris' face against her sex and whispered. "You serve me lass and serve me good. I want it sucked. I want it licked. You will stay 'til I cum in your mouth."

Well, it wasn't so long before Nessa dripped her cum into that hungry hot little mouth. Tris was most happy to please her lord in this way. She knew she got what she came for when she heard her lord yelling out obscene phrases to the gods as she came. Tris had all the power at that point.

Nessa woke up abruptly to the feel of Meika licking her face. "Bloody curses dog!" she began but realized that the sun was high and she needed to move on. She thought she would be glad when she would see Tris again for real. These dreams were getting to be too much.

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The End - 'Missing Tris' - by Lord Nessa, Dark Butch

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