Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

Lord Nessa's Story Continues...

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

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(Continuation of The Promise by Nessa) --

Early and crisp. Nessa loved to run at this time, just before dawn. Nothing else to do. No battles to fight, no figuring strategies, no sex with a half wild body servant, no sleep. Nothing was possible but this quiet freedom and the feel of her own body pumping on the earth.

After countless rounds in the field the Warrior slowed her pace and cooled down before stopping at the forest edge where she left her boots. Bending down , hands on her knees she felt her breathing slow down and get easy. Then she heard what should not have been heard at this hour. The sound of steel into wood.

Nessa crept toward the target boards and the wooden partitions that separated her from seeing what she was hearing. She slowly peered around the edge of the partition that she was closest to and saw a figure tossing one dagger after another at a target board. She was fast and she was good. In the still darkness Nessa could not make out features at this distance. But the form was familiar. It was sarah! Nessa was delighted. She waited for her to retrieve the daggers and then stepped out to face her.

Nessa liked how this girl moved with the readiness of a warrior when she saw the tall figure appear before her. She watched the fighting wench go from that readiness to a gasp when she recognized Nessa. The Celt smiled. "No," she thought "sarah is not ready for this... but I am."

Lord Nessa grinned as the heat grew in her and said into sarah's wide green eyes, "Good morning to you sweet lady. Fine timing don't you think?" 

She loved how the girl stepped back now as The Warrior stepped toward her. "Now sarah," she spoke softly, "I know you are a little afraid, but it us useless for you to try to escape me. You do know that don't you?" Great Divinity she loved how those perky breasts jiggled when sarah moved. Swiftly, the warrior was pulling the wench in close. The struggle was on.

"My Lord, stop!" sarah hissed as if she didn't want anyone but this beautiful beast to hear her. Nessa was aware of that little truth and sarah new it. Nessa had her pinned against the target board by holding both wrists above her pretty head and pressing her body hard against it with her own. sarah felt a surge of anger at the pompous Lord and opened her mouth to spew it out when she felt the sudden jolt of lust hit her. Gods! she loved this! The Warrior lowered her own head and kissed her deeply. sarah felt soft and limp, couldn't seem to fight her own feelings.

Lord Nessa pulled back from that sweet mouth and whispered. "I am going to take you into the forest little love. I don't really want us to wake the inn as you scream." She grabbed sarah at her core and felt the wetness she knew must be there. She went on, "You can come as my willing wench or you can fight, either way it will be done... choose."

sarah looked into those steel eyes and swallowed hard. "That is my choice My Lord?"

"Yes"

She knew she would lose and that the fight would only be pretense. She wanted this. Through fear and anger, she wanted this. "I will come willingly My Lord." She looked bravely up into that gray and watched a crinkle at the edges as the Warrior smiled. 

Nessa stepped back quickly causing sarah to fall forward and nearly lose her footing. She may have been willing but Nessa seemed to have a need to pull her faster than she could willingly go. "My Lord" she cried out, "I will run if you want." Nessa stopped dragging the wench and laughed.

"Come on then" They moved into the forest like two specters in the dark. Lord Nessa still holding a willing wrist, finally stopped at a small clearing. She turned to the panting beauty and spoke "sarah, I am not soft. You know what I like and still you are willing. I give control to my darkness at these times. I will hurt you but I will not scar or cut you. I don't want to ruin you."

sarah said, "My Lord, I will not pretend that your ways don't frighten me. Nor will I pretend that I am not wanting you and all that you do in spite of the fear. There is excitement that I have never known that comes up inside me and does not let go." She lowered her head and said "I am at your command My Lord."

Ooh how good this is! Nessa felt her feral self taking place in her. "I will watch you take your clothes off for me sarah. Tearing them away is nice but I will leave that for another time." Nessa watched and felt the growing beast as breasts shook free and britches fell. 

"I want to give you a whipping sarah. I always want that." She sat down on a raised flat rock and gestured for the girl to come stand in front of her. She watched sarah's eyes fill with tears as she slowly removed her belt. It drove her into her wildness. She did not ask for anything else. She took. 

Grabbing a wrist she pulled the sweet little body down across her thighs. She held her down hard at the waist and with a plunge into her own kind of ecstasy, she slammed the belt onto sarah's beautiful ass. She held and whipped the girl hard. Over and over again she slapped until the ass she whipped looked nearly ready to break blood.

Sarah's whole body writhed with the pain and ecstasy of it. Her legs would not be willed to stop kicking. Her screams flew out of her until she was hoarse and still she cried. Finally pushed to the ground, she knew that the Lord was watching her struggle and she knew the Lord was pleased.

"Sarah, I will fuck you now! Get over here and straddle me!" Nessa was ferocious with her command. She didn't wait for the struggling innocent to get up. She fell on her before she could get up and pulled her to her hands and knees by wrapping an arm around her waist. She reveled in the terror coming from the wench beneath her as she pulled her Phallus to the smallest entrance behind the girl.

Realization flooded sarah. "Noooo, My Lord, Please don't!" she cried out and then screamed with renewed force as the phallus rammed into her ass.

Nessa was savage. Further and further she rode to the heights of rapture. Every thunderous thrust brought her closer. The screams of her darling wench drove her on. Ecstasy rocked up through her and roared out with one last powerful thrust. She fell over sarah's whimpering body and rested.

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(Part 15 - Continuation of The Practice Field - by sarah) --

Lord Nessa devoted much of her time to tris over the next few days. Who could have treated the poor girl such that she ended in this condition. The lass almost jumped at her own shadow, and if her Lord was not within her sight, the fear emanating from her was almost palpable.

sarah had not been oblivious to the looks she received from this Warrior. Those grey eyes burned through her and sent lightening bolts straight to her centre. she hoped that the experience of the other night would not be a one off. It hadn't been. The Lord had found her out on the practice fields and dragging her into the woods, took her in a way she had not considered. She had been fierce.

Lord Nessa had beaten her almost bloody and when She rammed into her arse. sarah could not believe she had not been ripped in two. The Lord was relentless and her pleas fell on deaf ears. Lord Nessa would take from her, and use her in whatever way pleased Her. Lord Nessa brought out feelings she had never had before and she wanted to feel them again.

Noticing the wine stocks behind the bar were getting low, sarah made her way down to the cellar. As she lit the torch at the bottom of the stairs she heard the moans coming from within the room on the right. This was the Inns Playroom, which Lady Dory had created. Lord Angel had kept Alainis there for some time now. Oh how she wanted to peek inside, but knew better than to interrupt this Warrior.

Sarah entered the cellar, the room on the left. Filling the crate with several bottles, she made her way back to the stairs. Just as she was about to extinguish the torch she felt the hand at the nape of her neck. she was turned and looked into the burning grey orbs.

"Hello my little wench, what are you doing down here?"

"Good evening My Lord, I was just retrieving some wine from the cellar. We are getting a little low upstairs."

Lord Nessa heard the moans. "And just what is in this room? hmmm"

"Oh gods...'tha - that's the Playroom My Lord."

Taking a firmer hold on sarah's neck She propelled the reluctant girl towards the door. "Let's take a look shall we."

Sarah struggled and tried to get loose. "No, no My Lord. Please we can't, we can't."

Lord Nessa pushed the girl through the door and looking up came to an abrupt halt. Sarah was mesmerized by the condition Alainis was in. Sparing a quick glance at Lord Angel she stilled her movements and lowered her eyes.

"WHAT THE HELLS THE MEANING OF THIS", the angry Lord asked. Eyeing the little wench, "sarah you know better than this, what do you think you are doing?"

sarah began "My Lord Angel, I am so sorry."

Lord Nessa shook sarah, "quiet wench. Lord Angel. I apologize for this intrusion. The error was mine. I will take my business elsewhere and allow you to continue with yours."

With a slight bow of Her head, She pulled sarah from the room. As She closed the door She heard the growl from DA. Pushing sarah towards the stairs and the crate of wine She added, "well back to your chores for now it would seem, but be assured we will return to explore this chamber my sweet wench."

With that She gave sarah a swat on her already sore arse and sent her up the stairs.

"Oh yes we will return." She mused to Herself.

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(Part 16 - The Introductions Continue - by Nessa) --

The tall Lord lifted her upper body from sarah's hot, welted backside. She pulled the phallus slowly out of the poor girl and heard her cry out as she did. Nessa stood and brought the wench up with her. She bent low reaching behind sore thighs and swung the whimpering wench into her arms to cradle her. 

Nessa sat back on the rock and held sarah. She kissed all over her face, breathing tears and sweat and the sweet scent of the girl into her mouth. Great Mother Bridgid! this was a darling lass! 

Nessa whispered words of comfort to sarah's ear. "you're a fine one my sarah. I don't think I will be finished with you for a while. I know it hurt you but I want you to get used to that way sarah." Nessa and sarah stayed in the forest and found a stream to cool the girl's skin. They emerged sated and went in different directions. Nessa had a little business to discuss with young killian.

She found her at the pantry shelving stores of food. "May I speak with ye killian lass?" Lord Nessa's voice boomed in the small hollow space. She ducked as a jar of something or other went flying from the leaping girl's hands. Clearly, young killian was startled. 

"Whoa" Nessa said as she raised her hands , palms out to show truce. "I didn't mean to scare you" she said. (Though the scared look on the girls face made her very attractive to the Warrior).

"Oh...Lord Nessa!" killian said stiffly. She might have been relieved if it were anyone else. sarah told her how she had been seduced so boldly by the gray eyed mass of muscle. "Y...you want to speak with me?" she squeaked.

Nessa could see that she made the girl nervous. She was sarah's friend and Nessa surmised that killian knew all about the encounter she and sarah had the other day. "Wait til she hears about today" Nessa thought and broke into a charming smile for the wench. "Aye, I would like that. But I think if you have a minute we should go to the dining room where we can sit down and talk." killian seemed to take comfort with the idea of being in a more open space with the Warrior and nodded assent.

Sitting at a corner table, Nessa came right to the point. "lass, I want to ask something from you... it is about my... tris. She is in need of so much that I can't give her." 

Nessa proceeded to tell killian of tris' lifetime of captivity and misery among men of ill intent. She told her of how tris did not even have a name until the Celt gave her one. "She doesn't know how to do anything that you and I just do because she was kept locked up or tied up for use and never learned. She doesn't know how to eat properly, killian." 

Nessa paused seeing the look of sadness from the wench. She continued, "She wants to stay with me. That means here with me. I wanted to bond her out..." The look of horror on killian's face made it apparent to Nessa that she would have an ally in the sub. "But.. she is so attached to being treated well for the first time in her life... well...it wouldn't be right for me to pitch her like that." 

killian's smiled approval and Lord Nessa went on. "I don't know how to teach her the ways she needs to learn. She needs to sew and mend things for me. Cooking would be nice and manners would be cherished."

killian laughed and realized that with the Lord's request for her help came a sense of comfort. She really did like the young wench. She agreed to take responsibility for Lord Nessa's wench in the teaching department. But killian knew that it would go further than that. They were destined for friendship.

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(Part 17 - The Request by Nessa) --

The lass promised to learn and she was true to that promise. killian's influence showed up in tris, in what Nessa thought to be the best possible way. Seeing the chamber pot empty and freshened morning and evening was grand. Chairs that had not been visible for a while were relieved of dirty laundry. Clean clothes hung and folded, soot swept from the hearth, bed covers aired and lo... fresh flowers dressing the center table, all gave a sense of order to the place that felt like home to the Warrior.

tris' hair had taken on a sheen and a softness from daily washing and brushing. Eating regularly had the rather nice effect of adding roundness to angles and filling in the sagging places of the girl's clothes.

Nessa watched the changes in tris and marveled. She saw how killian drew the joy out in the girl with her kindness. The manner with which tris watched her mentor's every move and stuck to her like a fly on a glue pot was a clear display of the girl's growing affection.

The beauty in the girl poured out when she heard her name used. It was subtle but the once near feral, nameless waif was becoming trisdeken. She was not aware of sacred meanings. She knew only the the sense of belonging that held her. 

She saw her Lord in a shining light and felt like the sun was rising up in her whenever the Warrior walked in the room. She built a pedestal under Nessa, not perceiving the truth of the darker side or even the plain human side of the Celt. But Nessa only had to be who she was and that pedestal would eventually crumble. Nessa knew it and she hoped the girl's heart would strengthen enough to hold fast when it happened.

Nessa's mind was on sarah more and more. The sight, the sounds (ooh those sounds), the movements of the wench filled the Warriors thoughts. She decided to seek her out... for a talk.

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(Part 18 - The Change - by Nessa) --

The air brushed by the tall Lord. She was not really in a hurry but the evening had a feel of crispness that always heralded the coming of winter. Though the coast didn't see snow, the breezes sent from Mother ocean could cut through with chill. 

Nessa stopped at the edge of the practice field where she could get a full view. A few diehards remained for the last vestiges of light. None of them were sarah. "Probably down in the wine cellar" thought Nessa. She twisted around and headed back to see if she could find the little vixen.

Coming through the doorway at the side of the Inn was always a trick because it was narrow and low. Nessa had to step one leg in and bend down moving sideways to get through. "must have been built by the bloody elves" she grunted as she came through. Turning to stand straight she stood directly in front of Alison. "Oh, Lady... excuse me." Nessa liked the smile coming back at her. Friendly eyes.

"Looking for sarah?" Alison cocked her head to the side and the smile turned to a knowing grin.

Nessa was only mildly befuddled. She had not made her pursuit of the wench a secret. But she was vain in her prowess and did not want to seem anxious. "No, not really... just out for a walk Lady Alison" Nessa replied.

Alison knitted her brows. "Not even hoping to run into her Lord Nessa?"

"Your perceptions are very keen My Lady." Nessa tested.

"And your intentions are very obvious My Lord" Alison pitched.

Seeing the pointlessness of this banter, Nessa relented. "Alright, yes, I am looking for her. Have you seen her My Lady?" She liked the open manner of the woman looking fully at her.

"In fact I have seen her." Alison answered simply. "She is looking beautiful tonight too Lord Nessa. She has been working in the kitchen I think. If you find a table you will be sure to see her wandering about." Alison laid a warm hand on Nessa's arm. "I saw an empty table across from the kitchen. If you sit there you will be able to watch her every delicious move." Alison spoke softly to the warrior as if they shared a secret.

The Celt grinned broadly. She did appreciate this woman. Nessa bowed thanking the Lady and strode through to the large tavern and spotted the table. She sat quietly. She was twisting a thin warrior braid around a finger when sarah walked out from the kitchen.

Alison was right. The wench was gorgeous tonight. She was wearing an emerald green shirt, open in the front all the way to her navel where it was twisted into a tie at the bottom. Her pretty round ass was cupped into a tight short skirt the color of soft pine. The Lord watched while she worked clearing tables. 

Nessa could see Sarah's perky young breasts jiggling as she walked. She caught a glimpse of at least two thirds of one mound when the wench leaned across a table to retrieve a plate. Nessa felt heat balling up in her center as she watched. She noticed others paying heed to the girl with looks of appreciation for her charms. Hunger surged in the Warrior. She would have this wench again tonight.

After what seemed endless time, sarah looked up from the table she wiped. Her eyes landed on the warrior. Nessa saw how she stood still as if caught. Her green eyes shimmered and held to her Lord. She swallowed and sent a small smile across the room. 

Oh how Nessa loved sarah's sweet anxiety at seeing her, knowing she had been watching, wondering how long. Nessa raised one brow high as if questioning why the girl still stood so far from her. sarah understood the look and lowered her gaze. She came as bidden by that silent command.

Stopping just in front of the seated Domme, sarah raised her eyes. She saw how her Lord's pale gray eyes traveled over her and finally met her own. "My Lord" sarah said. Soft and submissive. She felt the wetness between her thighs as the powerful Warrior seduced her with that lustful gaze.

"Good evening sarah" Nessa finally spoke. "Are you finished? Can You sit for a while?" Nessa was cautious. She was aware of how she affected the wench. The excitement and the fear. The girl was so close now, Nessa could see the swelling nipples under that green shirt.

"Yes my Lord. I am finished. I will gladly sit with you." sarah beamed a beautiful smile and started for the chair opposite Nessa. As quickly as she moved, a hand caught her wrist and pulled. sarah pitched forward and fell into Nessa's arms. Nessa turned her. She could not stop the aroused Warrior nor did she dare try. 

She found herself straddling the warriors thighs. Her skirt stretching and riding up over her ass. She sunk her head down to rest on a muscled shoulder. She was aware of others in the room. She knew they must be watching. Her cry was muffled. "M..my Lord?" she whispered into Nessa's neck just below her ear. The Warrior held her tightly at her waist with one strong arm. Pressing her down hard on those thighs. Forcing her legs to open wider. Her breathing became slightly ragged. She could not move.

Nessa spoke, the thickness in her voice told sarah that there would be no reasoning tonight. "sarah, listen to me now. You remember the whipping I gave you the last time we met?" sarah could only whimper. Frightened. "You will obey me." Nessa picked up sarah's chin and brought her mouth up for a long deep kiss. sarah was lost in it. 

Holding the girl open and down and tightly against her. Lord Nessa reached into that shirt and squeezed. She rubbed around the nipple until it stiffened to a nub. Then she pinched. She pulled. she twisted that hard nipple til the girl she held cried out softly. "Did you think you could tease me this way, moving so seductively, dressing so whorish without me ravishing you in the end? Hmm?"

The Warrior's hand moved from sarah's tormented nipple down to her lower lips. Fingers pressed hard against her wetness, slipping up into her and back out. In again and around that swollen clit. sarah was on fire. She wanted to rock against her Lord. She wanted to ride hard on those fingers. She was both intimidated and stimulated by the knowledge that some of the inn dwellers were watching the Celtic Lord quietly ravish her.

"Now sarah, I want you to look up at me." Nessa commanded gently "I want to kiss you. I am going to fuck you while I kiss you and you will be as still as you can. Do you understand sarah? Don't move." 

Nessa kissed all around sarah's eyes and face and continued, "You will cum for me here. When we are finished, I will take you to your room and I will fuck you as I please. Then we shall talk." 

With that, Lord Nessa took the girl's mouth and held it with her own. She plunged four fingers up into the moaning wench and fucked her slowly. The red fat clit rubbed to ecstasy by a Warrior thumb. 

sarah felt such heavy pulsing inside her, she wanted to rock against it, ride it to a peak. She was helpless in the power of her own heat. It was taking her. Nessa was relentless. The girl's climax slammed into her and pulled all the stops. She reeled with impossible rapture while the Warrior kissed her mouth absorbing every cry.

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(Part 19 - Prelude - by sarah) --

sarah could feel the eyes of the other patrons burning into her back. The embarrassment she felt at being on display was overwhelmed by the need she felt. The need to be taken by this Lord.

But Lord Nessa had asked the impossible. 'Do Not Move' She had said. How could she obey this instruction when she was driven to such heights. And then there was the promise of being taken as the Warrior pleased.

So far, each time T/they had been together, Lord Nessa had driven her further than she thought possible. Bringing to the surface dark feelings she had hidden from herself let alone anyone else. she wanted this. she wanted to be taken. Lord Nessa seemed to understand this and intended to explore it to the fullest. It both excited and frightened her but she trusted that Lord Nessa would never truly harm her. And that her friends here understood and accepted the dark and wild passions and desires.

The fingers inside her drove her to a screaming climax, but the scream went unheard as Lord Nessa took her mouth and claimed it as Her own. Lord Nessa released her mouth and her tremors began to subside. she felt the fingers pulled from her and this sent a new wave of ecstasy through her. When the trembling ceased she realised the Lord had spoken to her.

"I..I am sorry my Lord. I did not hear You."

"'Perhaps I will need to teach you to pay attention. Yes you will learn to listen to me when I speak to you. Now, I said I want you to go to your room. Strip and kneel on the mat at the centre of the room facing the door. You will not move until I come to you. Do you understand?"

Lord Nessa words sent fear to her heart. 'Ye..yes My Lord'.

Slapping the girl on the ass, "good, then off you go." And as sarah turned to leave Lord Nessa gave the cute little ass another swat.

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(Part 20 - Prelude by Nessa) --

Savoring the taste of sarah's essence on her hand, Nessa held the drenched fingers to her mouth and sucked each one while she watched sarah move through the room. She saw how the wench's shirt still gaped wide from when Nessa pulled it open. sarah did not close it. 

Nessa surmised that the Warriors and wenches who were seeing the young woman's breasts exposed and swaying now, had already been witness to what may be her deepest vulnerability. Since most of them were sarah's friends, Nessa supposed that the humiliation may have been greatly reduced for the girl. Sarah would probably be hearing about this episode for some time.

Nessa looked around the room at smiles of approval from the sinners. The Warrior Alison looked directly at Nessa and nodded. She put her drink down and took a firm hold on the fair maiden beside her and together they walked over to Nessa. The Celt thought Alison's eyes were sparkling with joy or lust. Either way... they sparkled.

"Sarah left to ahh.. freshen up lord Nessa?" Eyebrows went up with the question.

"She had something to do." Nessa dropped her head toward the empty chair in a gesture that invited Alison to sit. She did sit and brought her wench down to perch on her lap. Nessa noticed a familiar look about the girl. Perhaps she was a Celt and from her own country.

Her thought was broken by the sight of a hand wrapped around a mug of ale landing on the table before her. Lady Savay smiled and suggested that Nessa might be thirsty. "That was a nice display Lord Nessa and never mind that you sent my help to bed, I'll manage." she said with a grin. Nessa heard her laughing as she walked away.

Alison and Nessa discovered that they really liked each other and could be good friends. Nessa already knew she had an ally in the Warrior. They talked and exchanged stories for a time. Nessa laughed. It had been too long since she laughed hearty like that.

But now it was time to finish what she started with sarah. She bid the Warrior and her darling good night and went seeking a naked, kneeling and frightened little wench. The lust for the girl was twisting up in her and Nessa intended to calm it.

Sarah was obedient. She knelt naked facing the door as her Lord instructed. It felt like she had been down on that mat for hours. She lived through a hundred scenarios in that time. 

Her fear and excitement mounted as she waited. She jumped when the door opened. Lord Nessa stood looking at her like some fierce conqueror ready to plunder. She cried. Emotions battered her and she cried. The Warrior walked in and kicked the door shut. She towered over the naked beauty and said nothing. A crying wench kneeling in fear before her excited the Lord. sarah could see this and wished she wasn't crying now.

Nessa undressed. Still not speaking. She picked up her britches and slowly pulled the belt through the loops watching sarah's face the whole time. Nessa marveled at how beautiful sarah looked when she shuddered. She wanted to draw this out. She let the belt fall to the floor in front of sarah and dropped down to kneel. Finally, she spoke. "you are afraid aren't you sarah?" Her voice was low and husky.

"Yes my Lord." sarah strained.

"Good" Nessa could feel heat pounding at her core. "I will tell you what I know about that." she said. "You remember laying across my lap when I caught you here in this room the first time. It surprised you to be whipped so harshly." She bore her steel gray eyes into the girl. "Then in the forest, you thought you knew what was coming and got surprised again." She leaned down and brushed her lips across the sweet sub's forehead and continued. "Now that you have been given time to think about what might happen, You are terrified that it will be worse." She took the girls chin in her hand. "Now sarah, I want to talk to you for a minute. She paused to look at those wide eyes. "Do you know why I did what I did to you tonight?"

"No my Lord"

"I did it because you don't have a protector" Nessa saw confusion. "Any wild Warrior with a hard need might be looking to have you as long as you are not claimed. Now that I have tasted you, I cannot allow it. Taking you like that for all to see puts a nice seal on things don't you think?" Nessa wasn't sure what she saw. sarah was stunned. "Y..you are claiming me my Lord?" She was amazed at the pompous Celt who just took and never asked.

"Yes, and don't think that I don't know that you are willing." The Lord said. "If you were not, we wouldn't be here right now would we?"

sarah was beginning to hate how Lord Nessa ended a statement with a question. It meant that she had to answer. It was true. She wanted everything that had happened between them to happen. She wanted this now and she would want more. "No my Lord"

The conversation was over. Nessa stood, bringing that belt up with her. "Hold still for me now sarah" She said. 

sarah watched her as she rose. The instruction to hold still was barely out of the Warriors mouth when the hard stings to her breasts began to fall. Harder and harder they came. sarah screamed and held fast. Her nipples were struck over and over, one then the other. She could not hold still much longer. She began to plead for Nessa to stop. Then it stopped and Nessa was on her knees again.

The Domme watched as sarah writhed there in front of her, straining to stay in position. Still yelling out the pain. It was beautiful. She rubbed sore nipples and leaned to kiss them. She loved sarah's feminine way. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked softly. Hearing sarah moan and knowing that most of the pain had subsided, Nessa whispered "You know I love to whip you sarah. I am going to whip that naughty cunt of yours now. It will hurt and you will scream. But you will soar, I promise." Nessa saw that her words left sarah nearly unable to move.

"Get up sarah!" The booming command lifted the wench to her feet. The big Lord picked sarah up in a swoop and tossed her onto the bed. "Open your legs!" It was not a request. sarah had to do it. Nessa went for the belt and found some scarves perfect for tying her sub to the bed. She was feeling that wildness racing in her.

sarah began to plead before the last ankle was secure. "P...please My Lord. I don't want you to do this." she wept. "Oh no, Lord Nessa" Too late. The lust crazed Warrior was someone else. She would not hear sarah's pleas and she would not relent. sarah could hear her growling out obscenities as she threw herself over her.

Nessa straddled the crying wench's breasts looking away from her face and toward legs splayed out and a beautiful sight between them. She could feel sarah's swollen breasts under her. She would not wait. Lifting the belt so the girl could see, Nessa slapped down on sarah's center. She kept slapping and watched how the little nub swelled. Her sweet darling's wetness was everywhere. 

Nessa Heard words not comprehensible through the screams. She lifted herself over the wench's face and filled the crying mouth. Back and forth she rocked on sarah's face. Feeling all of sarah's mouth in and around her. She slapped the belt down again and watched the sweet body arch beneath her. She knew that sarah was cumming as she felt the muffled cries of pure ecstasy pushing into her. 

sarah's tongue lashed out then and caught the Warrior's clit at it's most vulnerable. Throwing her head back, the beast loosened and sprang free. Nessa cried out and quaked  in a swell of thundering pleasure. 

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(Part 21 - sarah's confession by dj, sarah, killian, Alison, and LordNessa) --

(from sarah)
"See, I told you it was all killian's idea to go to that island. speaking of which sarah still has her punishment from Xena due. Oh and killian just where were you up to with that? Did you ever find Xena?" (snicker).

(killian:)
"Oh, btw Lord Nessa, the Brave.  I heard that sarah was was really taken with your dimples. She went on and on about them. I think she may even have been making some fun of how 'cuuuute' they were."

"I know any self respecting Warrior would want to know when a lass is being "bad. I so hate to rat on my dear dear sister, but after SHE got us to go on that island jaunt, she has never been the same. I think discipline would really help her."

"What do you think oh Dashing one???"

(LordNessa:)
"I see. And did she go on about WHERE those dimples were? Believe me precious one, that is enough of a reason to bend her down over my lap. I am off to find her. Please let her know that if she hides it will go far worse for her.

(sarah:)
"Hey, you said you wouldn't tell!"

"Please My Lord, I only spoke in the most reverent of tones. Honest. And sis after the beating I took at that witches hands life may never be the same. OOooh how I wait to see how Xena deals with you this time my little sis. Apart from that if'n you are ticklish my lass you are in for it when I catch you. remember the sand fight we had on the island and just who it was that won?"

(dj:)
"yup, gotta agree with the squirtly one, Lord Nessa. Twas our sarah's idea to sail over to that Sorceress's Island. She was craving after danger and adventure!"

"And the description she shared of your dimples, all of them, were absolutely revealing!"

(LordNessa:)
"Thank you for revealing these truths to me wenchy. Rest assured that if it is danger and adventure my little love craves she will find it across my lap."

(sarah:)
"oooooh nooooo, dj, what are you saying?! My Lord, honest it was most flattering. I would never divulge anything of a personal nature, My Lord."

(LordNessa:)
"You spoke in reverent tones in reference to the dimples on my ass sarah? I will see you upstairs in ten minutes. DON"T be late!"

(dj:) Standing behind the swinging doors to the Chakram Bar, the short good one and the blonde good one, grabbed sarah as she strolled through the doors.

"Quick, sarah, you've got to find a safe place to hide from your incensed Lord!", hissed the squirt.

"Hurry up, sis, before she finds ya. It'll be better this way!"

But before the wily wenches could try and coerce their sister anymore, she capitulated in front of the whole Inn!

(sarah:)
"Oh shit....ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, I admit it. It WAS all my idea. Xena, Xena don't punish killian. Klancy please do not discipline dj. The island was all my idea. It is my fault that the bitch was set loose her at the INN. I accept full responsibility and hand myself over to the patrons for justice to be served." Head bowed, feeling the eyes of all the Doms pointed in her direction.

"My Lord, I may have to face the tribunal at the INN and be dealt with due to an indiscretion which occurred before your arrival."

(LordNessa:)
"sarah,sarah,sarah. Do you think your transgressions are really worthy of the Tribunal's time? Or do you think you can convince me of it? You will go upstairs now or I will paddle you her in front of your friends. You decide."

(sarah:)
Looking over her shoulder into the faces of Xena, Lord DarkAngel, Klancy, and Alison she turned back to Lord Nessa.

"I am sorry my Lord. I apologize for my disobedience, and I am sure you will punish me for it later, but I must fulfill my obligation to the Inn for an extremely serious transgression which occurred prior to your arrival."

Seeing the anger in Lord Nessa's eyes, sarah lowered her head. With barely control in her voice Lord Nessa continued "Alright sarah get you ass over to Xena. And yes you are correct. I will indeed take care of this disobedience".

"Yes My Lord" sarah turned and went to stand before Xena.

(Lady Alison:)
Alison walked over to Lord Nessa and looked up at the taller Warrior.

"My friend just remember to temper justice with mercy. The lass is doing the honorable thing in accepting her responsibility for an act which put all here in danger." 

Sarah was definitely in for it. 

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(Part 22 - sarah pays - by Nessa) --

The raven haired warrior looked over the faces of the Inn dwellers. All were there to witness the punishment of sarah. All were expecting a good round of justice. The girl's pranks for the sake of fun had been near disaster. Young sarah stood beside her on the platform. Xena could see that she was frightened and wondered if she wasn't more afraid of what would take place in privacy with her Lord when this was done.

Xena spoke to the crowd. "sarah has come forth and admitted her wrongs. This bodes well for her. What would otherwise be a public flogging, will now be reduced to a mere whipping." 

Those blue eyes moved over the faces of sarah's friends. Her next words were firm. "You who have agreed that sarah be punished must know that you are not altogether blameless. No one twisted your little wenchy arms to follow her into that danger. I suggest you wipe the looks of joy from your faces as this lass takes punishment for you all."

Some heads lowered in shame. Xena was satisfied for that. now it was time. The beautiful Warrior reached for sarah's arm. and turned the girl to face her. 

"You will lift your skirt sarah. You will bend over this bench and those panties will come down." Xena looked hard at this whimpering girl. She was demure now but Xena was sure she would be a handful for Lord Nessa in the future. She had an untamed rebel in her. "Do it now sarah."

sarah knew this was going to happen and that asking for leniency at this point would be useless. She felt great humiliation but did as she was told. She was trapped between her fear and her excitement again. Xena was the most exciting Warrior in the known world. Some would think it a privilege to be on the receiving end of her whip.

She bent over the bench and lifted her skirt. Lowering her panties she looked straight into the cold gray eyes of the Lord that would wield a belt across her backside on this same night. She held to herself and waited. It began.

Xena chose a short leather flogger to whip the naughty lass. She laid those strokes down in strong measured swings. sarah didn't know if she could keep from kicking and twisting away. Xena must have known and took a strong hand to press down on sarah at the small of her back while she continued to whip.

She wanted to be quiet but the pain was too much. Her yells turned to screams and still the whipping kept on. Xena was a hard master. the wetness rolled down the wench's inner thighs. She did not want to cum. this was after all a punishment. But this was the gorgeous Xena! How could she not feel excited. Her sister wenches were going to tease her mercilessly about the glistening between her legs.

Finally it stopped. Xena pulled the writhing little brat to her feet. sarah hiked up her panties but she was so sore she decided to push them down and off. She stood there, an arm being held by Xena, looking out at a satisfied crowd with her panties in her hand and tears streaming down her face.

"Lord Nessa" Xena boomed, "Come get your wench." 

Now sarah was afraid.

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(Part 23 - 'killian pays' - by killian) --

sarah looked ashen as Lord Nessa took a hold of her arm and said, "Move it, lass. Your night is just beginning."

Xena looked back out over the crowd.

"You know." She said coolly, as her eyes came to rest on killian and dj. " I think that you two should not get off without being held accountable."

Xena let that news settle on the Inns residents for a bit. killian was afraid to look away from Xena's penetrating stare, but out of the corner of her eye she saw dj lift her casted arm up and cradle it, as she took on an even more pale pallor.

"I will not punish dj, due to her serious injury, but that won't be the case if you decide to do something like this again, historian. Do you understand?"

dj couldn't help but breathe an audible sigh of relief. "Yes, warrior, i hear you. It was not my intention for anyone to get hurt."

"You are lucky that there wasn't more trouble dj. I will expect you to do your part to write about this, and make sure you note that you "fell" into some luck on this one. It will not happen again with me."

"Noted, my Lord. I will write all of it down, and not spare myself."

"Good. I consider this matter closed with you then historian."

"Thank you warrior." dj, spared a quick reassuring glance at her sister, killian, as Xena's eyes bore into her.

"killian. Up here. now."

killian's heart dropped into the pit of her stomach as she came out of the Inn crowd, and walked slowly up to the stage. the lass closed her eyes briefly, wishing to be elsewhere right now.

Xena smiled. It chilled killian to the bone, knowing that it meant Xena had come up with an intriguing plan.

"killian." Xena soothed.

"since you were not totally to blame for the idea, but definitely to blame for your own actions, i will not whip you as i did sarah."

killian looked stunned. not whip me? Can i be so lucky? killian thought.

A murmur went up among the crowded room.

"Ah Ah ah. No, killian. I can tell what you are thinking. I am going to redden that sweet ass of yours. You can count on that. I am just not going to use a whip to do it."

killian's eyes began to fill as she watched Xena unbuckle her belt.

"strip, killian. Now."

"Yes, Xena."

"slow-ly. The Sinners deserve a perk for their patience. Your body is most definitely a perk, killian. You should be proud of it."

"Thank you, Xena." killian was luscious whenever someone managed to make her demure. And she was demure now. First came her top. killian revealed pert nipples, already hard from the anticipation of punishment.

killian let the tears fall as she displayed herself before her S/sisters.

"gabrielle."

killian shot an angry look at Xena.

"watch it lass, or i just may choose the whip afterall."

gabrielle walked up on stage. Xena took her in her arms and kissed her deeply and possessively. killian just closed her eyes, knowing how creative Xena could get, and would.

Xena let gabrielle go. It took a few seconds for the lass to get her feet under her again, after that kiss.

"her breasts."

gabrielle nodded, and walked over to face killian. she smiled warmly at her friend. they both knew what was to come, and how sweet and painful the torture was going to get.

gabrielle pulled killian a little forward so she could move down the steps and still reach killian. gabrielle stepped down until she was face to face with those luscious creamy breasts. She took one in her mouth while cupping the other with her hand. She began a slow sultry assault.

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(Part 24 - 'killian pays' - by killian) --

killian let her head drop back as she took in what was happening. gabrielle was a master with her tongue and fingers. She worked killian into a sopping wet mass of shaking in a short time. killian was helpless to do anything but bit her lip, being glad her skirt hid her bodies response to gabrielle's attentions.

The heat in the room could be felt throughout the watching crowd. Warriors and wenches alike watched in fascination as Xena skillfully worked the two women in her charge. After sarah's punishment, and subsequent removal by Lord Nessa, the crowd was in the mood to be satisfied with not only a punishment, but a sexual taking as well. Xena would give them this.

The warrior slipped up behind killian causing the lass to need to lean against the warriors body for support.

Xena breathed into killian's ear, "You belong to me this night, lass. You know this."

killian could barely speak as gabrielle switched breasts, and began suckling, and nipping at the second breast, while squeezing and pinching the other.

"Yeeees, Xena. I know." Whispered the absorbed wench.

"I am going to whip you now killian, and you are going to stay in position, and not come. Do you hear me?" Xena bit down on killian's neck, lingering with nips up the length, until she reached killian's ear, where she inserted her tongue as she slipped her hands down and removed killian's skirt. "You will stay in place, lass. No matter what. Hear me?"

killian was barely conscious of anything but the touch of these two women. "Yes, Xena i hear you. I will comply."

Xena stepped back to get into position.

"gabrielle. Now."

"killian, spread your legs."

the lass was a little disoriented as gabrielle left her breasts. An involuntary whimper escaped full lips.

Hiss.........Crack!

killian was jolted into the present as she felt the sting of Xena's belt on her ass.

Hisss.......Crack!

The white heat from the first strike inflamed killian's senses, just as the second strike hit.

Hiss...Crack.

tears sprang into killian's eyes. she couldn't stop a cry as it escaped her mouth.

"gabrielle."

Hiss...Crack.

killian's tears flowed easily now, and her cry grew more pained.

Hiss...Crack

Just as killian's cry started to break, she was caught by a tongue penetrating her vulva. The lass nearly fell over with the sensation.

"Don't you move killian. No matter what."

"Ye-es. Xena."

gabrielle had a hold of killian's hips, and was working her nub with abandon.

Hiss....Crack!

killian made no move to hide her reeling emotions. tears flowed down her face, and loud moans escaped her mouth. she was shaking hard, and trying to stay in place, and not cum.

Hiss...Crack!

killian fell forward a little into gabrielle, her ability to hold herself up gone. Xena dropped the belt and came up to killian's side, and grabbed her tight by the arm.

"Now, killian, i am going to hold you here, and spank you until gabrielle has gotten ever single orgasm you have in you this night. You will give her all you have, now. do you hear me?"

"Yes, Xena. Yes." killian didn't need any more coaxing as the first primal screams ripped from her lungs.

Xena spanked her hard, and gabrielle worked her tongue with gentle urgency.

killian was opened raw, with no where to go. she succumbed over and over and over again, until she was unable to stand anymore.

"gabrielle"

gabrielle pulled back from a nearly unconscious killian, satisfied that she had pulled many orgasms from the lass this night.

Xena picked killian up in her arms, and carried her up to her room. the room was sated.

tris and gabrielle helped Xena put killian to bed.

Xena kissed the lasses forehead. "You did well tonight killian. I am proud of you."

No words could have made killian happier.

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(Part 25 - Defiance - by Nessa) --

Something about sarah pricked at the Lord like a thorn. Nessa was aware that the sexy wench had more to her than her more obvious charms. There was a depth of need in the girl that Nessa could feel with her Warrior sense. She felt a struggle in sarah that spoke of her fear of getting that which she wanted most deeply. 

A defiance came up through the wench. Nessa saw it even when the girl was appearing demure. It touched off a rage in the Warrior and triggered her need to have this little bitch completely. Nessa formed a new resolve to tame her and have a rollicking good time in the process.

Nessa was not gentle. She pulled sarah through a near cheering crowd by an arm that had a pair of panties clutched in the hand at the end of it. The short skirt was flipping up nicely in the back with each jolting pull at her arm. This offered a pretty view of the lower half of sarah's round red bottom. 

"Up the stairs with you lass!" Nessa swung the wench before her and pushed. sarah stumbled, was caught at the waist and shoved again.

sarah managed to gain footing and sprang. The public whipping, the sounds of her friends cheering her Lord with obscene hoots and suggestions and now this unnecessary display of bullying from Nessa lit the anger that had been seething. She sprang. All the way to the top of the stairs she bolted. Stopping there she turned and threw her wadded panties straight into the face of her stunned and staring Lord.

She didn't wait for the Warrior to react. She ran with all the speed she could gain on the upper floor of the Inn. The passageways were narrow but she was both agile and strong. She ducked from one hallway to another, green eyes darting in search of safe haven. She thought if she could get to her own room, she could bolt the door and keep Lord Nessa at bay until the furious Warrior cooled.

She could hear Nessa too close behind. "The Bitch and her long legs!" sarah thought. Her heart raced. She reached her door at last. Throwing it forward she leaped inside and turned in time to see Lord Nessa closing the distance. She shut fast and rammed the bolt in place in time to jerk from the impact of Nessa's pitch into the door. The barrier held.

"AAAAAhhhhhuuugggraaah" came the furious scream. "SARAH!" Nessa called. "You will not do this! Open it up sarah!" Nessa was not expecting an answer nor did she think she would see the door open in compliance. Her fury was beyond reason. She backed up several paces. With the power of a raging titan Lord Nessa leaped and drove a drop kick into the door. The wood splintered to kindling where it was bolted. The door flew inward.

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(Part 26 - Defiance - by sarah) --

Hearing the angry Lord outside the door, sarah backed away from the door. her own anger rose.

"No, no I will not allow it. Not now. Not like this."

Looking to the window sarah took one last look at the door. she climb out the window and dropped to the ground below. her ankle gave way a little but she knew she had to escape the wrath of this Warrior. she got up and headed for the woods.

she needed to stay out of Lord Nessa's path until she had calmed down some. she was not ready to be owned completely yet. not again......

From the treeline she heard the scream from the Inn "SARAAAAAHHHH!"

she continued on. she had to put as much distance between her and the Inn as fast as possible.

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(Part 27 - Defiance - by Lady Alison) --

Everyone in the Inn heard Nessa's yell of fury and all knew who it was directed at. Alison understood something about sarah and it was the reason she was running now.

Sweet sarah would soon discover that to run from oneself only delays the acceptance of who we are, it does not change it.

Alison did beseech the gods that Nessa be somewhat calmed by the time She caught up with sarah. Alison had no doubt Nessa would catch up with the wench...'saints preserve her backside when She did.'

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(Part 28 - Defiance - by Nessa) --

White fury overtook the Warrior. It blinded her to reason. She saw her sarah disappear into the forest. She leaped from that window as if she would take flight. Folding down to a crouch when she landed, Nessa held there to allow the impact to push through her. She stood braced to run when the Warrior Alison stepped in front of her.

"Wait Nessa!" Alison cried. "You won't lose her!" She looked up into those pale gray eyes, wild with rage. Alison wondered if she could somehow reach beyond that rage for the instant it would take to get her friend's attention. She watched Nessa's brows knit as if she were trying to understand. It was enough. Alison repeated her words softly as she laid a hand on Lord Nessa's rock hard arm. "Do you hear me? sarah is only in the woods my friend."

Nessa looked at Alison's eyes. She saw the concern there. It was the first thing that stopped her. But it was the words, "you won't lose her." that halted all movement for Nessa. That was the underlying fear in the Warrior, that she would lose the wench. She was confused as to why it would matter. She felt the fury crumbling down to a lesser, more manageable anger. She pulled the barrier of self protection aside. 

"I don't know what to do. You are right Alison, I don't want to lose sarah in any way... tell me what to do." Nessa's voice strained with the unfamiliar request.

This was far more than Alison had hoped for when she first intervened. She could see that Lord Nessa was struggling with emotion that was foreign to her. 

"I will say one thing Lord Nessa, you cannot lose what you don't yet have. It will take more than overpowering lust and displays of dominance to lay any real claim to sarah." She said. She had Nessa's attention. "This wench is not a thing Nessa. She would not be able make herself such if she tried. She needs your strong hand and a damn good whipping but she needs your love and understanding as well." It was a risk. Alison waited quietly for a response.

Nessa was silent. She was uncomfortable with the new perspective. Not that it was wrong, but that it was new. "It will be hard for me to change." she said at last.

"Not as hard as living without your heart's desire." Alison said gently.

Nessa smiled at her wise friend and said, "Alright Alison, I am ready to find her. Yes, love and understanding... and a good whipping." The smile shifted to a grin as the Warrior headed for the forest. 

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(Part 29 - Intervention - by Nessa) --

The cave was a real find. Something the Goddess must have led her to. She could have a fire here and it would not be seen. sarah was glad to be able to keep warm and hide from the irate Lord Nessa. By the gods that bitch was pissed! Well, hopefully she had already begun to cool down. sarah decided that she would return in the morning, approach the Lord and apologize. She would take what she had coming but she wanted to decide.

Nessa was handsome and mostly she was kind. She had a way about her that twisted sarah from a pillar of independence to a puddle of writhing need. sarah wanted the Warrior to see her. She had thoughts and things to say. She wanted to be heard. She wanted to be asked about things that involved her... like being claimed for Gaia's sake!

Lost in these musings, she sat by her little fire on the mossy floor of the cave. She neither saw nor heard the stealthy Warrior approaching from behind.

Nessa waited until dark before going to the cave entrance. She watched sarah gathering wood and knew the wench would be starting a fire in the cave. "She must be planning to stay the night" Nessa thought. Nessa was dealing with a fire of her own. It too had been started by this beautiful wench. She was so womanly and so child-like at the same time.

Nessa realized that sarah had a wildness about her. It was pure in innocence of a kind that matched the Warriors own savage wildness. She loved it like she loved the forest. She would not harm it. She would not claim it. She wanted with all her being to be invited into it. These realizations did not erase Nessa's agenda for the evening however. They merely changed it. She was born a dominant and that was as much to be accepted as all else.

Quietly and quickly Nessa reached around the sitting girl with one arm while clamping her other hand on her mouth. She pulled sarah to standing before she had a chance to be surprised. She held that darling body close in and tight. sarah stiffened but struggle was futile and she knew it.

Nessa lowered her mouth to speak in sarah's ear and caught the wonderful scent of the girl. She thought if she ever wanted to die with anything it would be to have that scent somehow branded into her forever. 

"Hello sarah." she breathed. She felt the wench attempt to buck and push away and held tighter, squeezing the little waist until the struggle stopped. "No. I am here now and you are caught. Did you think I would just wait for your return sarah?" Her voice was silky. "You should not run from me... ever. I am going to free your mouth." Nessa pulled her hand away from sarah's mouth and rested it on the shirt just where it closed at the top.

sarah knew the Lord was still angry. She thought about the whipping she got that morning at the practice field when Lord Nessa was merely aroused. She feared how much worse it would be for her now. Her throat was dry. She could barely move and she knew it was to late to get away no matter how angry she got this time. fear gripped her. "N..nessaaa?" she managed to whimper.

Nessa felt a melting in her when she heard the girl speak her name without the title, as if unspoken intimacy was established between them. She lowered her mouth to sarah's neck and kissed over it lightly. Her breath was hot in the girl's ear. "You want to say something love?"

sarah swallowed. "What will you do to me Lord?" The flow of honest regret and fear for her poor backside ensued. "Don't whip me like you did before my Lord! I am so sorry. I just got so angry that you didn't care how I feel. I don't want you to hurt me like that again, I couldn't walk right for days. Please my Lord I am truly sorry." sarah ended in tears and suddenly fell silent.

The Warrior knew very well that sarah loved that particular session and came closer to herself than ever for it. She held tight to the little body and spoke softly, "saraaaahh, It is not the whipping you fear... it is loving it that has you on the run." She kissed the little ear again and continued. "However, you are right to feel angry if you think I didn't care. I am sorry for that and I will do better."

sarah was incredulous. Did she just hear an apology? Her anger melted.

Lord Nessa spoke again, "Trust me now." She held the shirt at it's opening and jerked it open, making those pretty breasts shake out. The Warrior held tight. Those were the naughtiest nipples. The way they got so hard and made it so clear how the little wench was really feeling. 

"Alright sarah, I'll not be whipping you tonight. But you cannot hope to go with no punishment at all." Nessa loosened her grip and twirled the girl to face her, catching both wrists. She watched those breasts sway. Arousal was near it's peak. She would have to have the wench. She looked hard at green eyes and spoke again, "I will spank you like a naughty child and you will obey. Do you understand?"

Her own heat was rising up. sarah lowered her head and said. "yes my Lord." She couldn't believe the surge of happiness that came filling her. She wanted only to please Nessa. A spanking would certainly be easier to take and judging from the way the warrior was looking at her, there would be some ecstasy for them both.

Nessa let go of sarah's wrists and lifted the open shirt from her shoulders, bringing it down and off the girl's arms. Then she grasped the little skirt with both hands and tugged down while sarah stood there. There were no panties since sarah had thrown them in her Lord's face earlier and they were left on the stairway of the Inn where they fell.

Nessa stood and once again pulled her little wench to her. This time they were facing each other. The girl had to look up to see the face of her lord. Lord Nessa lowered her head and kissed those beautiful lips. She pulled away and said, "Ready sarah?" 

As soon as sarah nodded her assent. Nessa squeezed her in at the waist and held her tight. She raised her free hand and slammed down hard on sarah's sweet ass as the shocked girl looked into her eyes. Again she slapped hard, feeling sarah's hips buck forward against her. Ooh, sweet Mother, how Nessa did love to feel the wench squirming into her. Over and over she struck. 

She watched sarah's face as she took this spanking standing on her toes with the Warrior holding her firm. sarah cried and yelled at the sting of it but Nessa saw the arousal there too. She hitched the pretty girl up higher against her and grabbed a nipple into her mouth as she slapped. Nessa pulled her head back and slammed harder. "she yelled over sarah's cries, "Are you going to run again sarah!"

"No, no my Lord" came the wailing promise.

She stopped and picked sarah up in her arms. Kneeling she laid the whimpering girl down on the mossy ground. Nessa pulled her wench's legs apart and saw the wetness there.

sarah continued to cry for a while but watching the Warrior take off her own shirt and then open her britches filled her with amazement and tears were forgotten. She wanted everything this Warrior could give. And Nessa gave it.

Patience was gone. Just the sight of sarah naked beneath her was enough to push her over the edge she was teetering on. Tenderness be damned. She rammed into sarah's opening hard. She felt sarah writhing in her own ecstasy. She let loose. She pumped savagely into her wench. Watching those breasts rock and jut with each thrust and hearing sarah cry out her climax drove Nessa straight into that place of wonder that could only be known in this way. She shuddered hard with the force of it.

The night was spent with Nessa cradling sarah's dear sleeping form and dozing before the slow fire. 

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