Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Meeting at the Waterfall
by Nessa
Sept 17th, 2002
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Warning - Dungeon Piece within...
Months had passed since Nessa looked at Tris with that dark need that was rising up in her now. Since coming to this Lodge and gaining “family” among the residents, Nessa tempered much of the dark desire that lived within her. She often thought that she could easily live on and never again feel the need to force a sweet trembling lass to scream out in pain and beg for an end to it, while the dark lust in the Celt just continued with whatever delicious torment she had going.
Nessa felt the animal lust screaming in her now. She had no sense of what set it off but it was definitely rumbling to the top. Tris was one who not only could handle what the lord did to her but she had her own love of it. Nessa waited. The dark-haired beauty would be along soon… Nessa was sure of it.
Tris walked the mountain pathway in her bare feet. She could smell the mock orange blossoms and thought the late Summer must be her favorite time of year. She wondered what her benefactor had in mind that she asked her to come to the waterfall this afternoon. She had hopes. She smiled to herself when she remembered that Nessa set herself up as her protector and yet who would protect her from Nessa?
The thought of Nessa’s wide belt slapping down hard on her ass and legs sent fire bolting to her center. She was lost in thought when she heard the sound of the falling water up ahead. Suddenly, a huge hand covered her mouth and a strong warrior arm wrapped around her waist pulling her back. She felt the heat of Nessa’s breath at her ear.
“Ah my little bitch, you’ve come to take what you have coming from your master then?” Nessa loved the feel of this sweet yielding body against her own. “You want to be hurt lass? You need me to blister you with my belt?” She spoke low, her normally steady tone shook with lust. She took her hand away from Tris’ mouth. “Answer Tris.”
“Yes milord.” The girl knew this part of the scene very well. She knew that fighting was useless and that Nessa wanted her surrender from the beginning.
“Good” was all the Celt said. She twisted Tris around to face her. Then swiftly she bent low and scooped the lass up tossing her over her shoulder. Tuttle was only a few long strides away.
Tris felt herself hoisted high and soon bent face down over Tuttle’s broad blanketed back. She felt Nessa mounting behind. Her right breast was mashed hard against the warrior’s muscled thigh while Nessa’s other knee pushed up against her lower belly. This had the simultaneous effect of raising her ass up deliciously, and putting pressure on her cunt. She felt her skirt being raised up over her ass. She knew what was next and felt gratitude that she was not wearing new panties when she felt the ones she did have on, being ripped apart by eager hands.
Nessa laid a big hand on the beauty’s round ass and squeezed. She held a handful of flesh for a moment then let her fingers feel in between those cheeks for warm wet cunt. She was not disappointed. “My, my lass. Have ye been thinking about this for a while?” She raised that same hand high and slammed it down hard on the quivering ass. She knew it surprised Tris by the jump and the loud cry from the lass. “Have you lass?” Another hard slap.
“Yes milord!” yelped the girl.
Nessa held Tris down with one strong arm and spanked her hard with the other. She kept it up, feeling how Tris wanted to squirm against the pain of it. How delightful. She continued to spank Tris while asking. “Do you need my belt lass? Do you?”
Tris didn’t know if she wanted a whipping from Nessa now. This spanking was stimulating enough. “No milord” she managed.
Nessa spanked harder and faster. “Yes you do, lass. Yes you do. Tell me you want my belt. Ask for your whipping little slut!”
Tris knew the Celt would not stop spanking her until she asked for a whipping. Her cunt kept pressing down on Nessa’s knee. She was wet, really wet. “Will you whip me milord?” she cried.
“Be nice slut!”
“Please give me a whipping milord… Please!” Tris screamed in a rush. Suddenly the relentless spanking stopped. She felt that hard hand rubbing her ass. Her tears ran down and her cunt throbbed. She felt her shirt being torn away from her. Then her skirt. She lay naked across a warhorse, red-assed before her lord. She heard the swishing sound of a belt leaving loops. She was about to get the blistering she wanted.
Nessa loved the whimpering she was hearing from the girl. She felt so grand to have Tris naked and submissive and squirming from the pain she loved. She reached under the girl and grasped a hard little nipple. She pulled until Tris screamed and still she pulled. Then, letting go of the nipple she held Tris down hard and began the whipping she ached to give. Every slam of the belt elicited a screaming plea to stop which elicited a rushing heat to the center of the Celt. Nessa did not stop until Tris was welted to scarlet all over her ass and upper thighs.
The warrior was in a haze of intense lust. She felt a craving to fuck Tris painfully. She would have the girl in that animal way she loved so much. Nessa dismounted and pulled the sobbing lass from Tuttle’s back.
Tris barely got on her feet when she was shoved forward onto the grassy ground. She landed face down, hands and arms out to ease the impact. She heard Nessa speak and froze in position.
“Don’t ye bloody move, lass!”
Here it was. The moment Tris knew was coming. It was dreaded and sought after. The vacillating feelings of desire and fear danced wildly inside her. She knew one thing for sure. It would happen. She had to surrender completely or the pain would be worse. She felt her legs being spread wide. She struggled not to cry and cried anyway. “Please milord… I’ll do all you want… just please be easy.”
When Nessa heard this, a cruel smile darkened her face. She dropped to her knees behind Tris. She leaned forward and grabbed a small wrist in each hand. Pulling Tris’ arms back toward her and pressing her exposed phallus against the lass’s little asshole, Nessa pushed until the tip was just inside. She thrilled at how Tris scooted up on her knees but could go nowhere with her hands pinned to the ground. She felt the panic in the lass. She leaned in and pressed hard. She drove the phallus up into sweet ass. She held still and closed her eyes in ecstasy as Tris screamed in pure pain.
Nessa rode in a slow rocking motion. Tris surrendered and settled into the pain. Nessa released the girl’s hands and reached to the front of her. She pressed a long finger into a wet pussy, rubbing a swollen clit on the process. “Oh Nessa… Ohhh.” Tris thundered into orgasm within moments. Nessa reached her own peak. She soared into wild ecstasy, howling as she came.
Sometime that afternoon, the pair walked to the falls and bathed in the soothing water. Nessa carried Tris to shore and made love to the girl with the tenderness she truly felt for the lass. The dark passion to give pain sated, Nessa felt gratitude for this lass who had her own wild needs.
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The End - 'Meeting at the Waterfall' - by Lord Nessa