Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Stable Encounter
Dungeon
by Lord Nessa
September 27th, 2002
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Something about Jan intrigued Nessa. She watched the shy but lusty beauty scoot to the stables. The Celt did not have to get much more than a flashing look from the lass to know her need. Why? Nessa was trained with the druids and had the knowledge to walk between the worlds. Jan was a being of that realm. The warrior’s blood raced. She took the stairs three at a time to get to her room and the stash of herbs that would put her in trance. She wanted to meet Jan in that territory where time was distorted and feeling was intense. She felt the excitement of sharing such experience with someone.
Within half a candle mark, Nessa was back down the stairs and walking toward the stables. The bitter taste of the trancing herb was still powerful in her mouth when she walked through the stable doors.
Jan was spreading out her bedroll and looked up when the warrior entered. She was expecting Lord Nessa. Of course that is precisely who it was and… someone more. She stood still and silent as the lord approached and stood before her. She looked straight up into the gray eyes of a druid. She knew this. She also knew that Nessa must know that she knew. She was a bit stunned. “Why, milord… you are a walker between the worlds and a knower of the oaks. I… uh… didn’t know.” She swallowed down the disappointment that was trying to form in her. She had hoped to have something other than a pious meeting with a keeper of the sacred secrets.
Nessa saw the shade of disappointment on the faerie’s pretty face. She couldn’t keep from smiling. She spoke low. “And why would that matter lass?” Nessa crooned. She lifted a hand to the opening at the front of the sweetling’s shirt and moved it to see a good bit of cleavage. She felt Jan’s mingled fear and excitement. This was delicious. “I am going to be your master tonight little one. I am going to make you dance under my belt… and that is only the beginning.” Watching the look of astonishment on Jan’s face, Nessa continued. “Will you obey or will I have the pleasure of taking you in any way I want without your consent? Hmm?”
Jan felt frozen on the outside and intensely hot in her core. She managed to croak out an answer. “Y… yes milord. At your pleasure milord.”
Nessa raised a brow. “My pleasure little one? Strip slowly for me while I tell you about my pleasure. NOW!”
The faery woman jumped at the order. She could not seem to look into those gray eyes. She lowered her eyes saying, “Yes milord.” She began to remove her clothes, beginning with her flat soled boots.
Nessa backed up and sat on a bail to enjoy the strip. She was beginning to feel the lust haze that always came upon her when she did the trancing herb. She wondered vaguely if she would be able temper the lust she already had to take this little beauty harshly. But lost all such curiosity when Jan removed her shirt and revealed her gorgeous breasts. The druid didn’t know if her dry mouth was a result of the herb or the pounding of her heart.
Jan could see that the lord was influenced by something of power from the earth. Her body was shaking. Still, she had her own sense of power when she saw the very obvious effect her stripping was having on the Celt. She relaxed a little. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her leggings, she pushed them down over her hips and watched Nessa become animal in her lusty gray eyes. Once she had them all the way off, she stood naked before Lord Nessa. Comfort left her when Nessa stood. Jan involuntarily stepped back.
Nessa’s control was shaky. She stepped forward. When she saw Jan fall to her knees, she felt a surge within her. She reached down and took a handful of hair in one hand and a very pretty throat in the other. She raised the lass to her feet. “Going somewhere lass?” she growled. “I see that I will have to keep ye still.”
After tying the adorable naked woman’s wrists together, Nessa lifted the semi frightened, fully excited and obedient Jan and hung her by the tied wrists to a tack hook that hung from a low beam. She was beautiful like that. The Celt pulled her belt off. She said nothing as she swung that belt through the air. Over and over she hit that deliciously quivering little body from breasts to thighs, front and back as the girl twisted in the air. Jan’s kicking feet were barely off the floor. When Nessa finally stopped, she watched the writhing young woman twist and moan in pain. It brought her to a crest of pleasure.
Jan was amazed at the blending of pleasure and pain. She nearly always was. She wondered if the druid lord would leave her now to dangle in the dark. The sounds she had been making dwindled from yelping to moaning and now to mere panting. Still the Celt was silent. Suddenly, Jan felt large hands gripping her waist. She was pulled backward and lifted at the hips. She felt one strong warrior arm wrap around her waist. The faery was savvy enough to know this encounter was not over. The lord wanted more. She felt something hard against her ass hole and she felt Nessa’s hot breath at her ear.
“I’ll be hearing you scream now lass. I want to hear it loud now.”
Jan tried to kick but their bodies were too close. She stiffened but it had no effect. “No Lord Nessa!”
“Oh yes lass, yes.”
Then it went into her. Jan felt ripped in two. She screamed.
Nessa held still for a moment. She was lost in the sound and the ecstasy. She held the beautiful screaming lass and waited. When Jan was quiet, Nessa began to fuck her. She was slow at first. She clapped a hand onto Jan’s clit and rocked the hanging girl on the phallus. Nessa was animal. She jammed hard into the beautiful faery as she reached the highest peak of ecstasy. She howled like the beast she was.
Jan shuddered out that forced climax. She did not know if she was injured or not. She felt like she might just hate this brutish druid. She was close to passing out when she felt the thing leaving her bottom. She was limp when Nessa cut her down. She felt herself carried for a ways and laid gently down on her own bedroll. Powerful arms slid around her. She felt Nessa’s body length. It was warm as they lay together. Tender kisses brushed her face and throat.
Jan fell asleep with a sense of safety the likes of which she had never known. She drifted off thinking that it was so odd to feel so safe in the arms of one so dangerous.
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The End - 'Stable Encounter' - by Lord Nessa