Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
The Massage
By Shasa & Jan
October 1st,, 2002
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Shasa saw the little one, quiet and
demure, eating her lunch alone at a table. That would simply not do. She
smiled as she approached and noticed the small dog with jan.
Shasa slipped into a chair at jan’s side, and made it a point to greet her dog first. “You’ll find a few furry friends around this place, one of which is mine. Her name is Meika. If she gives you attitude, just give her a kiss. She’s a lover like her mama, and only looks scary sometimes.”
Emerald green eyes turned towards jan, piercing her with intensity. The smile that accompanied the gaze, softened the effect, and attempted to set the newest lodger at ease. “I’m so sorry, dear jan.”
Chestnut eyes were wide with surprise and confusion, as jan stuttered. “But why, my Lady?”
Shasa laughed heartily. “Oh, no, love…don’t call me that! I’m far from a Lady.” Shasa cut jan’s next words off as well. “And don’t call me Lord, either. It’s just Shasa, alright?”
Aria happened by at that moment and interjected, “Or Bitch…” before running off to avoid Shasa’s swatting hand.
“That twat…” Shasa muttered before returning her attention to her tablemate. “Looks as if I need to remind Aria that I can be unpleasant if pushed too hard, huh?”
jan continued to look unsure of what her response should be, so Shasa grinned. “Really, love, you don’t need to guard your tongue with me. And as to my apology, it was for being so abominably rude earlier. I wasn’t available to give you that massage I promised you, and I do regret it. You will let me make it up to you, won’t you?”
“Y-yes, but you don’t have—“
“Excellent! You are a darling. Now, after you finish your lunch, I’ll expect you to come straight to my massage room. You have no other commitments then, do you?”
“Well, no—“
“Fantastic! Then I’ll see you shortly. Just ask anyone where it is, and they’ll direct you.” Shasa stood and squeezed jan’s shoulder before she ran off. “I’ll go prepare the room!”
Appreciative eyes watched the sultry slut as she quickly made her way out of the room. jan couldn’t help but notice that she seemed to take a little bit of the light with her, too. She bit her lip, and then nervously looked around before returning her eyes to her plate, realizing she was no longer hungry.
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The room was inviting. It was quite small, but had all that was necessary for a good massage. A fire burned in the hearth, crackling merrily while providing heat and a subtle pine scent. Extending from the hearth was a stone shelf that had small bowl-type indentations cut right into it; water filled the crevices, and small vials of oil sat within them to warm. A ledge, only as wide as a hand, went around the room, at the eye level of Klancy. On it, numerous candles flickered peacefully. A simple wooden chair sat in the corner. The only other thing in the room was the massage table itself.
Shasa tested the oils for temperature, and smiled when they felt just right. A light rap on the door caused her to smile even more. She took three steps and was across the room…looking at the top of jan’s head.
The slut’s brow arched. Then she took the girls small chin and tilted her face up. She now looked down into uncertainty. “You are a shy one, aren’t you, love?”
jan tried to look anywhere but up into those piercing eyes. But to her chagrin, she found the slut wearing a green silk robe, and she was currently surrounded by cleavage. Shasa winked and backed up a step, gesturing her guest into the room. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you--unless you want me too!”
jan entered and stood silently, while her eyes darted around the room, and Shasa studied her. She was nearly a head shorter than Shasa, was very slender, and looked as if she could still be an adolescent. But her eyes and hands told her true age. Shasa crossed her arms and scowled. The nervousness had to go, and the slut had a sense of what would be required to put her new friend at ease.
“jan, you will please remove all of your clothing, interesting as it is, and place it on the chair. Then return to face me.”
Shasa received a startled glance, then a quick nod. jan immediately set to the task at hand, and Shasa was pleased to see that the tension in her shoulders relaxed, once her body and mind were in motion. Of course, her own tension increased as the woman returned as ordered.
Shasa was faced with a beautiful body, a woman that obviously was comfortable with being told what to do, and a sudden desire to forget the massage. But she had promised, and this small thing had not indicated to her that she wanted more. Shasa swallowed her desire and steadied her voice.
“Thank you, jan. Now, as you can see, this table is quite tall. Do you need a hand?”
jan had indeed noticed the table when she first arrived, and she had assessed that it was the exact height of the sailor’s pelvis. For her first few moments facing Shasa, she had found herself trapped in a vision of the pleasures that could be had on that table. Alas, all that she had been offered was a massage.
“I can make it, but thanks.”
The slight woman startled Shasa by lifting her entire body weight and mounting the well-padded table with graceful ease.
“You certainly can! My shorter clients usually have to hop up there.” Shasa remarked as she retrieved a vial of oil. She returned to face jan again. “Do you like oils, or do you prefer a lotion?”
jan continued to avoid her eyes. “Oils are fine, Shasa.”
The slut smiled at the use of her name. “Wonderful; oil is the easiest for me to work with. Now, love, you must tell me if you have any problem areas, things that you want me to work on, or places that you want me to avoid.”
“You can do whatever you wish.”
Shasa smirked. “Well, now, that’s an interesting offer.” She smiled and shook her head. “One you might be wise to re-think while you live with us here.”
jan looked directly into Shasa’s eyes and returned the smirk. “You can do whatever you wish.”
Shasa stared at her client, assessing the statement. Then she nodded and smiled. “I owe you a massage, jan. Lay down on your tummy.”
The look of disappointment didn’t go unnoticed, but jan did indeed follow directions well. A recently striped ass soon teased the slut. Shasa had to bite her lip to keep the groan from passing her lips, but her hand had already begun to lightly rub the firm, round globes. “Does this hurt you, love?” she whispered.
jan, whose face was now safely hidden from view, also bit her lip. “Not in a bad way.”
Gods, what an answer! “Seems you spent some time with one of our Lords?”
“Lord Nessa.”
Shasa winced. “I see…then forgive my bluntness, but you are probably sore?”
Silence.
Shasa continued to speak, pouring warm oil on jan’s back, and carefully avoiding the recent whip marks. “She provides a great deal of satisfaction, that one.” Strong hands began to lightly examine her back with small circular motions, looking for problem areas. “She does love that belt, and no one takes greater pleasure in making a lass scream while impaling her ass.” Shasa grinned as she noticed jan’s aforementioned muscles contract impulsively.
She moved to the head of the table, and began to rub in long strokes down the length of jan’s muscular back. A muffled groan was heard, as Shasa began to work deeper and deeper. Shasa couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of the massage, or because the lass realized that if she lifted her head even slightly, she was only a tongue-length away from tasting the slut.
Shasa didn’t do massages in only a robe for nothing!
After a half candlemark passed, the only reason Shasa knew that jan was still awake, was from the intermittent groans she heard. The body beneath her had relaxed completely. “jan?”
“Mmm?”
“Turn over, love.”
“k,” came a sleepy voice.
Shasa began to rub jan’s long neck and shoulders, as she let her eyes rake over her client. Her desire had grown continuously, yet she had to wait…the time was not right. Shasa began to knead the flesh between jan’s breasts, then down to her belly, splaying her fingers, and pulling them back up her torso, to the outside of her breasts.
jan moaned softly and sighed, as she squirmed sluggishly—a look of contentment on her face. Shasa licked her lips, her breath deepening. She retrieved a vial of very warm oil and drizzled it directly on jan’s nipples. Chestnut eyes flew open with an accompanying gasp. Shasa only smiled nonchalantly and began to rub the oil over jan’s small but perky breasts. The slut made sure to spend a great deal of time working the oil into every crease of her nipples before moving to the side of the table.
Shasa continued to utilize large circular motions over jan’s belly, and then returned to a long stroke over her pelvic bones, and down her thighs. Scars were a part of life, but Shasa noticed the larger ones. She lovingly traced a particularly vicious scar over jan’s hip, following it down the inside of her leg.
Strong thighs now took her attention, and she immediately noticed jan had tensed again, pulling her legs tightly together at the first opportunity. Green eyes moved to the patch of closely cropped hair above jan’s sex, and noted the glistening. Shasa lightly slapped jan’s thigh and simply said, “Open.”
There was no obedience. Shasa lifted a brow in question, and turned towards a blushing, stammering client. Shasa cut her off. “That was not a request, jan. I cannot finish your massage if you resist me.”
The shame was evident, and the small one continued to hesitate.
“jan, open your legs now.”
jan swallowed hard, closed her eyes, and opened her thighs.
Shasa’s greedy eyes took in the sight of a very wet pussy, and a very large clit. Her mouth went dry as she stared at what was before her. When her voice came, it was husky with desire. “Lass, I believe your words were, ‘I can do whatever I wish’, right?”
Any response that might have been offered was swallowed by a moan of ecstasy, when Shasa’s lips and tongue tasted jan’s essence. The slut sucked in her clit and knew it wouldn’t be enough. Her hands moved to her robe, and she quickly untied it, standing briefly to shrug it off her shoulders and make a hasty preparation.
Shasa’s demeanor changed immediately. She grabbed jan’s hips and pulled her sex to the end of the table. The slut pressed her cock against jan’s asshole, and watched as pain and terror crossed her face. “Just kidding,” she smirked, as she switched orifices and drove her cock into a magnificently tight pussy.
jan’s body was afire with sensation. The massage had awakened every part of her, and she had done her best to hide her sexual desire. But now a gorgeously naked slut with full breasts was standing over her, driving into her cunt with what had to be a horse’s dick! Her low moans gave way to primal screams, as she quickly crashed over the edge of orgasm, cumming violently on Shasa’s cock.
The slut growled in frustration, climbed onto the table, and continued to fuck jan. Her teeth bit down on hard nipples, as she slammed her hips against jan’s, showing no mercy as she rode towards her own ecstasy. jan held tightly to the slut as she was pounded into a second orgasm.
Shasa grinned evilly and pulled harshly from the spasming cunt. “You are a wanton creature, aren’t you?” She rose to her knees and straddled jan’s hips, pulling off her harness and holding her cock in her fist. “Suck it clean, and quickly, little one.”
jan lifted her head as far as her long neck would stretch, taking the cock in her mouth and licking off her own juices. Extended as it was, her throat begged for attention. Shasa threw the cock aside, grabbed jan behind the neck, and pulled the girl to a seated position. Grabbing a handful of hair at the base of her skull, the slut sunk her teeth into the unmarked skin, biting and sucking with animal passion. Her free hand pulled and twisted jan’s nipple, basking in the sounds of jan’s quiet whimpers.
When she could wait no more, Shasa’s sultry voice growled her need into a small ear. “I’m on the edge, love…take me over it.”
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The words startled jan momentarily, but as Shasa pulled back to look into the little one’s face, she was met with unbridled desire. Hunger flowed from nearly incandescent eyes, and a smile slowly graced sensuous lips. Shasa witnessed the shy girl transform before her, into a powerfully feral woman.
jan laid her palm on the slut’s chest, guiding her gently to lie back, beneath her. Breathe, thought the wide-eyed sailor, as unknown sensations flowed over her skin. Fingertips lightly traced their way from her throat, down between her breasts, around her navel, and back up. Shasa could only gasp, as every touch brought with it a tingling heat. She closed her eyes and arched into the contact, overwhelmed with her need to feel jan’s touch.
A deeply smooth, sultry voice pulled her back. “It will truly by my pleasure, Shasa, to pleasure you.”
Warm and wet lips closed over first one, then the other nipple of the writhing slut. Shasa moaned helplessly in bliss, as jan teased, tasted and tortured her body with confident fingers and the tip of her tongue. Every movement was a sizzling caress deep within, bringing every fiber of her being along to ride this wave towards paradise.
jan moved down the slut’s body, basked in the scent of her, and slowly indulged in her first lick of the slut’s liquid center. Shasa’s hips lifted as she pursued the contact, and both women moaned in unison. The glorious tongue returned to slide within wet folds, while practiced lips claimed her clit.
Shasa undulated against jan’s mouth, riding the surging feelings of her body, crying out louder and louder. Low moans from jan’s throat both fueled her on, and provided a constant, deep vibration against her clit.
Then the slut was invaded.
Three fingers slid inside and began a fast and hard pumping, but Shasa was so wet and open, she needed more. jan slowed her motions until she was still, and then nearly pushed her entire hand within. Shasa arched and began to spasm, and jan groaned loudly against her sweet pussy. She sucked the pulsing clit hard while she settled into a four-finger fucking, taking the wildly bucking Shasa into a screaming orgasm.
jan rode out the violent cumming, which nearly brought her along with it. She remained within Shasa’s spasming cunt, again began to suckle the slut’s engorged clit, and pushed two of her fingers inside the narrow opening to her ass. Very slowly, jan pushed in and out, again and again, with both hands simultaneously. The slut, on sensory overload, came within a heartbeat, again and again.
A lifetime later, jan crawled up the curvaceous body, and smirked at the completely spent woman beneath her.
A green eye opened briefly, showing a dazed but extremely content slut within. Shasa snorted quietly as she began to chuckle. “With your talent, love, you ought to think of a future in the exciting field of Massage Therapy.”
jan paused for only a moment, before her smile erupted into light, musical laughter, and filled the room.
Shasa grinned up at her, swearing she could almost hear the voices of children in this small one’s mirth. “Stay with me until I have use of at least one body part, okay? You broke me, you should at least have to guard me ‘til I can move again, love.”
jan smiled, enjoying the lighthearted spirit of the sailor. “Of course.”
Shasa ran a fingertip over jan’s right hip, tracing her deepest scar. “Care to tell the story?”
“It’s from an assassin’s knife.” jan began, as she lightly caressed the belly and chest of her new friend.
“Really?”
“I had to fight hand to hand for my Queen’s life once. It wasn’t easy—being naked and all—but having been in the middle of a receiving a caning in Her garden…well, I had no time to dress for the occasion.” jan shrugged.
Shasa’s chest vibrated with her silent laughter. “I can see you so clearly as a naked heroine. Poor fellow probably had an instant boner and forgot what he was doing there. How’d he even recover enough to cut you?”
“He got the better of me for a moment. He cut me before I broke his wrist and gutted him with his own blade…uhh, then I passed out.” jan blushed prettily.
“Sensible, if you ask me.”
The little gypsy pinched Shasa’s belly playfully. “Anyway, that’s the story of the scar, and how I went from being Her slave/pet to Her Knight/wife.”
A profound sadness filled jan’s dark eyes for an instant, but Shasa pretended not to notice, as she began to regale her client with a little-known story of a kindred warrior and a mishap at a card game that featured the removal of clothing as incentive to win. jan smiled as she watched Shasa’s animated telling of the tale, knowing that the slut was doing her best to chase away her sorrows.
My Lady’s eyes were the same shade of green, but not as warm as Yours, Shasa.
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The End - 'The Massage' - by Shasa & Jan