Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
A Time Remembered
by Lord Nessa
December 18th, 2001
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The morning air was chilly. Nessa loved riding on mornings like this. Everything appeared to stand out clear. She was glad to have her heavy cape as Tuttle carried her at an easy lope across the open field toward the trees. The Warrior's Celtic blood pulsed and surged for the trees she loved. They were living monuments to Spirit itself. When they called, she came. Once inside the forest she would worship in silence the Mother of all things living.
Everything changed when she entered. The smells of wet wood and mushrooms filled her. fairie spirits danced and teased in her peripheral. She could never turn fast enough to catch more than a shade of movement but she always tried. Forest Magic sparkled all around. Nessa felt content.
Walking now with Tuttle just paces behind, Nessa allowed her thoughts freedom. The previous night was intense with that dream of Lady Alison, behaving in a way that she would never truly behave. Of course Nessa's behavior in that world was the same as in this one. She saw the significance of her friend as her wench. Alison was the trusted one who would allow her the release she needed when she could not get it with tris.
These thoughts moved on to remembrances of home and times past. The castle nestled in the emerald green of her beloved Erin. The faces of Her mother and the olde Lord Sathairn. She remembered returning from the Isle of Shadow and many battles between to find her lands run by the trusted servant of her father, Louarn. Death had taken both parents in the form of fever. Louarn had done well in keeping property and wealth from dissolving to ruin. She was Lord now and she would take the responsibility from his old shoulders.
Nessa was not only Lord, she was Warrior. Her life and training had introduced her to the pleasures of women. Pursuing them, taking them in her own dark way and releasing them to the world very different than when they first came into her arms. Sometimes that was not the best for them but mostly... it was. She could be ruthless and cruel and was more often than not, remote. Somehow she never lacked for lovers in her bed. She thought it must be because she had a part in introducing them to themselves.
The week after her return, Lord Nessa spotted a wench on hands and knees scrubbing the floor of the large dining hall. The sight sent her blood racing. She sought Louharn and found him. She drilled the poor man as to the circumstances of the girl and what had brought her to service here.
Apparently Louharn had taken pity on the waif while searching for a harness in the village below. She had been left to fend for herself when a fire took the inn where she was bonded. She was destitute when Louharn agreed to take her into service for the Lord.
"She works as hard as any m'Lord and we needed a wench fer the cleanin'." He explained. Nessa held up a hand in rejection of apology from the old man. She was delighted.
Lowering her voice, though no one was within hearing range, she said, "Bring her to my chambers after she is bathed. I will be waiting."
Louharn understood. He knew the young Lord had similar tastes to the old Lord Sathairn. He remembered countless times when the cries of the dear Lady Mairt filled the halls of the castle. It looked like those familiar sounds would be heard again this night.
She stood silent in front of Lord Nessa's solid gray gaze. The door shut behind her. A fear leaped up in her and shined out through her blue eyes. Nessa saw it and felt a leaping of her own. The lass had long red tresses running down over her back and shoulders. She was a little slip of a thing but the charms that proved her a woman were apparent. Perky breasts, nipples jutting against cloth were bare underneath. The skirt was long but didn't really hide the curves that interested the Lord.
Nessa walked around the wench, catching the smell of her, sensing the trembles beneath the control. She lifted a handful of red hair off one shoulder as she came round to stand in front of the girl. She held the hair, feeling the softness of it and spoke. "Do ye have a name lass?" She felt the battle going on in the girl. Her eyes could not hold to Nessa's own.
"Aibrean m'Lord" was all she said. Her eyes stuck to the lace on the front of Nessa's shirt. This was one tall Lord she thought. The nearness unsettled her. She knew she was here to pleasure this woman Warrior. She heard of this but had not ever come close to touching or being touched by another woman. The thrill running through her was a shock and a puzzle. She didn't think she would have time to figure it out before the Lord acted though.
"Well Aibrean, do ye think you might be clear as to why you were bathed and brought to stand here before me?" Nessa was purring like a panther. She raised her brows in expectation.
"Y... yes I do believe so m... my Lord." Her throat felt dry.
Nessa was struck by the richness in this little one's voice. "Just in case you might be missing something, I will tell you." She said softly. She took the girl's face in both hands and lifted it. "Listen to me carefully Aibrean. You are here to pleasure me, that is true. What you will find is that my pleasure is... different than a simple roll around. You should probably know that I am not asking your permission. You will do as I say and I won't have disobedience from you."
Nessa took a breath and squeezed that sweet face a little. She continued, "In the bigger picture of things, you belong to yourself. But here in this castle, in this chamber and in my world you belong to me. That means I will have you how I want to for as long as I choose." With that Nessa grabbed the collar of the girl's shirt with both hands and ripped it off ending with a shredded rag in each hand.
Nessa dropped the rags and stood back to look. The wench was frozen where she stood. The skirt was next. Nessa was particularly forceful and the skirt was soon rendered into several rags. She grabbed the wench with one hand around a wrist and the other fisted into red hair. Aibrean weighed near nothing to Nessa. She was a cinch to pull to the end of the bed. She watched the girl stand there wide eyed and terrified, tears welling up and mouth agape at the realization of her predicament and the recognition of her helplessness.
"Get down over the edge wench!" The Lord commanded. She was throbbing hard at her center now with watching the wench shudder and cry. She was pleased to see the lass do as she was told. She changed her plan. After Aibrean was face down Nessa pulled her back up by the waist and turned her. She picked her up and thrust her to the bed. Nessa threw herself on the crying wench and grabbed hard at breasts and nipples. Ooh what pleasure it was to have this naughty wench beneath her. Nessa pinched skin and twisted nipples hard. How this one wailed! She took one pretty mound into her mouth, biting and sucking hard. Then the other got that attention.
"Ooh you will scream little wench. I have barely begun." Nessa stood quickly and removed her belt. This was a favorite. She turned the girl easily over the edge of the bed again. Aibrean was still writhing in pain from her hurt breasts. What would happen next was too much to know. The Lord tied her wrists together with a long piece of the fallen rags. She walked to the fireplace and picked up her staff. Coming back to the bed, grabbing more rags from the floor as she came, Nessa tied the wenches ankles to either end of the staff, spreading her legs far apart. She was oh, so open to the savage Lord.
Nessa whipped Aibrean. She whipped her slowly and then rapidly. She whipped her ass hard and then more tempered. Her thighs were not left out. Nessa whipped the wench from screaming to moaning. She struck her little anus and her open cunt many times. She stopped and dropped her belt.
Nessa stood and looked at what she had done to her little servant girl. She took in the sight and savored it. Aibrean's whole body was straining against her bonds.
She had never known such pain. Why was her Lord doing this? What was next? She hoped she could stand it. Her breathing came in great heaves but she stopped screaming at last. Suddenly she felt something pushed up against her sex. Her Lord's naked body lay over her. She heard the whisper. Whatever it was that was pressing into her was replaced by long fingers that drove into her. She cried out with the shock of it. This, however was not painful. The Warrior was fucking her, moving in and out with maddening slowness. Her clit was rubbed with another finger coming from somewhere. The burning of her whipped body seemed to blend with the wonderful feeling of this fucking, combining pain and pleasure that would be something to almost kill for.
Relentlessly she was pushed toward a pinnacle unknown before now. She felt herself pushing back against those fingers, aching for them. Aaah... it was beginning. Her orgasm hit. It grabbed and held her, shook her, pushed a yell from her that came from beyond. Aibrean knew rapture for the first time in her life. She collapsed into it.
Now. She pulled her fingers from her wench. She would do this now. Aibrean was relaxed almost. Spread open for her Lord's pleasure. Nessa pulled the phallus up to the little opening and leaned into the small body. She felt the stiffening, the fear, the impossible struggling beneath her as she mercilessly entered Aibrean's ass. She shoved her hips forward and held the girl at the waist. Screams and pleas for mercy filled the room once again and Nessa rode hard. Thrust after thrust she climbed into the heights of ecstasy. She felt her mouth open as a scream tore from her feral depths. She rode it through and fell over Aibrean.
Nessa woke from her memories and decided it was time to get back to the Inn. She had a strong thirst and an urge to see her tris.
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The End - 'A Time Remembered' - by Lord Nessa