Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Realizations
by Shasa & Nessa
March 8th~10th, 2002
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(Shasa) --
Shasa sat in the great hall, enjoying her breakfast. She couldn't have asked for a nicer start to her day, and she couldn't hide the satisfaction she felt. She knew that she had the proverbial "shit-eating grin" plastered on her face, and she didn't care who saw it. Frankly, she hoped to see her friend Lord Nessa to tell her how much she was enjoying her stay at the Lodge.
She didn't have to wait long. For before she had finished her food, the tall hulk of a Warrior entered. Impulsively, Shasa stood, ran and threw herself on her friend. Flinging her arms around the strong neck of the Celt, she kissed her soundly before purring in her ear, "This is the best fucking vacation I've ever had!"
Releasing the stunned Warrior, she held the brawny shoulders tightly and beamed at her. "Come! You must join me for breakfast! Please say you will, Nessa." Then, before her request could either be accepted or rejected, she pulled the Celt to her table.
It was then that Shasa saw what could only be described as…discomfort. Her brows furrowed as she took in the statement of her beloved friend. "What is it, Nessa? What troubles you?"
Lord Nessa battled with her conflicting emotions. She didn't hold anything against Shasa, or Tris for that matter, but it still caused her pain to see Tris with another. The Warrior opened and closed her mouth, struggling to begin, and then looked at Shasa with a pitiful statement--very unbecoming a Warrior.
Shasa's concern erupted, and she glanced quickly around at the filling Hall. "Come on, Ness. We'll find somewhere quiet to talk." The Celt again allowed herself to be tugged along by the self-proclaimed slut, this time out of the Great Hall and into the privacy of her rented room.
The passive acceptance of her mighty friend worried Shasa even more than her appearance. Nessa sank into a chair by the fireplace and Shasa claimed the powerful thighs of the Celt's lap, as though it was her right to do so. The Warrior's arms automatically closed around the Slut, and they sat in silence.
Lord Nessa simply stared at the bed. Shasa stroked the Celt's great mane with one hand, and soothed the tension from her chest with the other. She waited patiently. It wasn't long before fear gripped her with renewed intensity...a tear ran slowly down the Celt's cheek. Shasa saw her own hand leave the strong chest and rest on the Warrior's chin, drawing Nessa's face to her own.
What she saw nearly tore her heart out of her chest. The one she loved so much, the only one in her life that knew her at all was in torment. The eyes that met her own were filled with anguish. Shasa whispered her plea. "Oh, Ness, please tell me what's wrong. Let me help, if I can. Please?"
The voice that answered her was very different than she had ever heard. It was tight, strangled, and raw. "Lass, ye don't know what ye ask of me."
Shasa kissed the Lord softly. "I ask you to trust me. You know I'd never hurt you. You know I love you dearly. I'll help if you'll let me. Please let me?"
The Warrior swallowed hard, and grasped hold of her boundless courage. She only had to say one sentence. "I only recently gave Tris her freedom."
Shasa stared dumbly at her friend as the meaning of the words assaulted her. Her hand fell away from the Celt's face to return to her own traitorous lap. Green eyes flew to the bed in which she had made love as the day dawned. Oh gods.
Shasa's eyes returned to the Celt's, but she couldn't see for the hot tears that now clouded her own vision. She lowered her head and grasped for the large sword hand that held her tenderly. Shasa tried to speak, but everything inside her was in turmoil. SHE was the very one that had caused her beloved Nessa such sorrow!
Somewhere through the fog of her irrational thoughts, she heard Nessa speaking to her. Telling her she held no ill will towards either Tris or Shasa; that it was probably a good thing, and she knew that Shasa could give Tris things she needed. That she loved Tris and wanted her to come back on her own when she was ready, and the wench needed these experiences. Something snapped within Shasa.
Shasa's mind whirled and her emotions flooded her until she wanted to vomit. Never before had she admitted, even to herself, what Nessa meant to her. Now, faced with this new knowledge, the realization was too much to bear.
Shasa began to sob. She tried to stand, but found herself locked in the Warrior's strong grip. Heartache turned to anger at the unwanted captivity, and Shasa struck out. She struggled futilely until a stinging slap landed on her cheek.
"THIS is why I didn't want to tell ye!"
Shasa blinked rapidly from the shock. Her tear-stained face turned to look directly into the Celt's, expecting overwhelming grief—but to her shock she saw seething anger. She found herself stammering. "I...I just feel so badly that you were hurt from something that I did."
Lord Nessa laughed, a sneer of loathing barely visible. "Centaur shit. That's hardly what bothers you, lass."
Shasa's temper flared, and the Warrior held both palms up in a peace-making gesture. "It might have bothered ye a bit, I admit, but yer tantrum there was not for MY feelings."
Shasa launched off the taunting Celt's lap, indignation covering her features. "What the Hades are you talking about?"
The seemingly fully recovered, miraculously self-composed Warrior continued. "Come now, lass! I KNOW you! You were thinking about your favorite person in the world...and that's hardly me!" Gray eyes twinkled, and she chuckled. "That'd be YOU."
Shasa was livid. "Nessa, you fucking cunt! I wanted to comfort YOU! Where the FUCK do you get off talk------"
A vice grip held Shasa's throat, cutting off her words. Nessa had shot out of her chair, grabbed the slut by the throat, and slammed her into the nearest wall. She now clearly enunciated her words. "You've made a bit of a mistake, Shasa. I believe you called me a cunt. Did you do that? Because if you did, that was very unwise. You see, I've got a large amount of patience, but calling me a cunt would push me a bit beyond my limits. I'm sure you see my dilemma? Yes?"
Shasa gurgled and tried to nod.
"That's very good. I'm glad you understand. Now, you seemed to take exception to my statement that your tantrum was about YOUR feelings and not mine. Isn't that right? Yes? Good, Shasa. Now, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm going to prove it to you."
Lord Nessa released Shasa and walked away; the slut fell to her knees gasping for breath. Before she had recovered, Nessa returned, grasped Shasa's wrists and pulled her to her feet. Shackling those wrists to the irons hanging from the ceiling was also easy, as the slut was in no condition to fight the Warrior. Two tugs of the pulley left Shasa unable to touch the floor, and two tugs to her shirt left Shasa topless. Her pants soon followed.
She was dazed and confused. How did they get here? She had only wanted to console her friend, and now this? The sharp crack and harsh bite snapped Shasa back to the present. Her body jerked at the whipping, but she refused to even groan. Shasa bit her lower lip and held it tightly in her teeth, determined not to make a sound. She would bite her tongue clean off if it meant denying the Warrior satisfaction!
But satisfaction was not Lord Nessa's goal. Not yet, anyway. She increased the power of her arm, and whipped Shasa's strong back, ass, and legs until the stripes stood out bright red. Although the slut was valiant in her stubbornness, she couldn't suppress much more.
The Warrior paused to exchange the whip, and used all the strength she had to flog the slut into submission. Tears silently flowed down Shasa's cheeks, and muffled grunts—gasps for painless air—began to escape Shasa's tightly clenched lips. Still the Warrior's blows landed steadily with no end in sight. Her back and ass were crimson, and still Nessa had not given her a single idea of what would make it all stop.
And then, it did.
Minutes went by without a single blow. Shasa's head lolled. Funny how you feel such loss when it stops...like the beating of a drum, a surreal rhythm that has lulled you to trance, suddenly vanishes…and you are left under the haze, sinking, yet somehow knowing you surface before you are lost forever. The loud groan of a mechanism cut through her musing, and she fell to the floor.
Shasa lay on her face in a graceless heap. Something was happening, but she couldn't focus on what it was. Someone was…talking. Wish they'd bring back the drum. Gray eyes suddenly filled her vision, and she felt a sluggish smile overtake her. Her words slurred, "HeyNessieWhatsup?"
Lord Nessa saw the distance in Shasa's clouded eyes. The slut was barely conscious. Warrior eyes closed briefly, thanking the gods that be for bringing Shasa deeply into trance before the Celt broke skin. She had not wanted to have to go that far, and was grateful that it had been unnecessary. Damn Shasa's obstinacy.
Nessa rose from her knees, towering over the prone figure. "Lass?"
"Hmm…? Hey…Wheredjago?" Shasa frowned, then rolled over and got an eye-full of her friend. "Thereyouare!" A lazy grin appeared. "Ooooh. Andyernaked! Mmmmm." Giggle. "Ness? Youtryintaseduceme?" Shasa's normally graceful hands moved clumsily over her body. "S'allferyou, bigfella. C'mere."
`Just like a bloody drunk.' Nessa rolled her eyes, then pulled the slut to her feet and grabbed the boneless body before it returned just as quickly to the floor. Shasa moaned as her breasts pressed firmly against the Celt's. Nessa continued to hold back her pounding passion and to focus on the goal of all of this. "Lass? Would ye do anything for me?"
Shasa's head lolled back and green, dilated eyes tried to focus. "Absofuckinglutely." Giggle.
"Tell me why you threw that fit."
"Wha fit? Fit?"
"Think, lass."
Shasa's brow furrowed and her face scrunched as she tried to concentrate. "Oh!" She smiled in triumph. "That Tris kid! You said,” Shasa poked Lord Nessa's chest, "Sumthin bout lovin her an wantin her back!" Shasa scowled. "Thas not nice."
"Why not, lass?"
Shasa's eyes welled with tears. "You don' feel that `bout me!"
The Warrior softened. "Did ye want me to?"
"Evr'bdy wants t'be wanted…loved."
Warrior arms held her injured friend tightly to herself. Shasa curled into the embrace and turned inward. Several minutes passed in the arms of her dear Nessa. Rapidly clearing eyes eventually tracked back to the Celt's. The green orbs sparked with intelligence, and both the emotional and physical pain she felt could be clearly seen. "I want a family. You're…” Shasa let it go unsaid, and looked away into the fire.
Nessa finished it for her. "The closest thing ye have left?"
Tears spilled over her cheeks again, and Shasa's voice wavered. "Ness? Do you realize that I've been traveling ever since he was killed? Ten years have passed, and all I've done in that time is hunt his murderer. She always was a step ahead of me. And these last few years have been nothing but a joke! All I've heard is how the bitch changed and has been a champion for good." Shasa face contorted. "Hearing how the people love her. It makes me sick." She allowed herself a moment of memory before she gave herself a shake. "Ness, you're the only human in all that time that I trusted enough to tell my story…trusted enough to call friend...to love."
The Warrior began to speak, but was stopped by gentle fingers on her lips.
"Just tell me the truth?" She accepted the nod she received and continued. "Do you love me? Even a little?"
Kind eyes accompanied a gentle voice, "I love you very much, lass."
"Then why did you leave?"
"Shasa, let me ask you something?" Nessa waited until the slut nodded. "Would you have yielded everything to me, and been glad to do so? And would you have left your quest for vengeance to be mine?"
Shasa finally genuinely smiled as realization sunk in. She smirked, and her Warrior-friend chuckled lightly.
"No, Ness, I couldn't have done that."
"You see now, lass?"
Shasa heaved a mighty sigh, and rubbed her face before dropping her head against the Warrior's breast bone. She laughed. "Crystal clear." She raised her head, and tested the waters. "I hope I haven't ruined the…special …friendship that we have."
"Not by me."
Shasa's entire countenance changed as if by sorcery. Sensual energy poured from her pores, and she enticed the hulking warrior with blunt honesty smothered in sultry tones. "You and I are great fuck-buddies, Ness." Gray eyes sparked interest, and a brow rose in anticipation of the coming offer; Shasa smiled and continued. "And I don't think it's fair to beat me so gloriously, expose my body and my soul to all that pain, and then not take me!" Shasa licked her lips. "I'm naked, My Lord, and not once have you touched me where I desperately want you." Graceful hands moved over the Celts torso, lightly rousing interest. "And I know that it must have been extremely hard for you to keep your mighty passions harnessed while you helped me." Shasa leaned in and pressed her lips to Nessa's ear. "Let me thank you for the lesson, please?"
Lord Nessa's response was swift and decisive. Shasa found her body draped over the Celt's lap, and felt the first strike of the large hand, before she knew what had happened. She bucked and squirmed from the intensity of pain on her ass. The normally stubborn slut was in tears and was already begging within the first minute.
Nessa watched the bright red ass return to a dark crimson as she struck hard and fast. Poor Shasa tried desperately to escape the blows, but the strong Warrior held her tightly. The proof of the slut's desire was all over her powerful thigh, and that was all she needed to continue.
Nessa raked her nails across Shasa's back while thrusting 3 fingers deeply into her dripping cunt. Shasa screamed her painful pleasure, and did her best to pump the glorious hand, but Nessa had other plans and pulled immediately out. The piteous moan was stopped by another hard swat to her ass.
(Shasa)
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(Nessa) --
Holding the squirming little slut over her lap was easy. Nessa could see that Shasa was weakened from both the whipping and her own emotions. She gave the naughty little Shasa a good hard spanking because that was something she loved to do just before ramming such a sweet wet cunt.
Nessa was sick and tired of all the emotions she had been feeling herself. She was sick and tired of thinking of others and how they needed her to be. She knew Shasa well. Shasa was perfect for what she needed now.
Grabbing a handful of pretty dark hair, Nessa pulled the slut's head up and back while keeping her across her lap. She reached down to a pretty nipple and pinched hard. She watched Shasa's face as she cried out. "I'll be givin' ye what ye want now, lass. I'll be takin' what I want. Isn't it nice how we can both be happy?"
Quickly the dark lord picked Shasa up to standing and stood with her. She watched for a few moments as the girl sobbed. "Have anything to say before ye get what's comin'?" Nessa shook the slut by the handful of hair.
"Nessa... no. I don't." Shasa thought better of anything she might have wanted to say. The dark Celt was not going to be reasoned with or talked out of her plans.
"Good!" The Warrior held Shasa up in her tiptoes by the hair in one hand and removed her belt with the other. She thought the poor girl would pass out when she saw.
"Nessa... no. Don't Nessa. You've whipped me enough... " The plea trailed off into a whimpering mumbling that was hard to understand. The lord didn't try.
"No. Too late, lass." She drew back and slammed a vicious blow of the belt to Shasa's perky breasts. "This is what ye get wi' me, lass! Ye learned it a long time ago!" Shasa's screams filled the large room after each slap of the belt.
Suddenly Nessa let go of Shasa's hair. She stood back and allowed the little slut to writhe where she stood. She dropped the belt and waited for Shasa to finally calm down enough to just stand sobbing, head lowered. Her nipples stood hard at the center of her welting breasts.
The sight sent massive reams of heat bolting through the Warrior's sex. She felt filled by her wild nature. Slowly she walked around her prize. "Keep your head down while I talk to ye." The command was low and feral. "Ye want this from me. Ye provoke me to it and ye know it. Ye love to push me to the edge. Ye try to bring me to the height of anger, don't ye?"
Shasa seemed to be fighting her own response. She knew the aroused Warrior was baiting her. "I asked ye a question, lass." Nessa stood with her arms crossed.
"Yes."
"Good!" Nessa shoved the sweet welted body away from her and watched Shasa stumble backward. Nessa followed grabbing arms and twisting the naked little slut around and down to bend over the center table in the room. "Stay there!" she shouted.
Shasa obeyed. Her body burned everywhere. She heard shuffling and a little cursing as Nessa found and gathered the things she would be using. Shasa felt her feet being tied to each end of what she thought must be her staff. This spread her wide and prevented even the slightest closing. She watched as Nessa moved round to the front of the table and tied each wrist with lengths of cloth that reached over to knot at the top of the table legs.
Nessa did love wearing that phallus. It was harnessed on so perfectly. The Grand Toy Master had fit her well. She stood behind the shivering lass and pulled the massive thing out. She unfastened it from the harness and walked back to the front of the table. "It looks as if my cock needs some preparin', lass." She bent low over the table and came face to face with her captive. She wore a wicked smile as she brought the phallus to Shasa's lips. "Open, slut. You’re going to suck this before ye get it up your cunt!"
Shasa opened her mouth obediently. Ness pushed the thick cock in watching it slide passed those pouty lips. She pulled out and then pushed in again. "Show me how ye suck a Lord, slut." She growled. She let a moan escape as she watched. A hot wave of pleasure hit her. She would fuck this wench now.
Quickly Nessa reattached the member to the harness and leaped behind the girl. She could see cum running down the inside of Shasa's thighs. No more waiting. No more playing. She stood in between the slut’s legs and jutted her hips forward. The phallus poked just into Shasa's pussy lips. Nessa held still for a moment though she wanted to ream the girl. She pressed two long fingers against Shasa's little ass hole. She felt the girl stiffen and she buried those fingers deep.
Shasa screamed and wriggled the best she could to avoid the ass fucking, but it was impossible tied the way she was. Nessa pushed her hips forward hard and began the fucking she had been waiting for. Shasa's response did not disappoint her. The girl was exquisite with the sounds of agony and pure pleasure in the mix.
Nessa continued to rock into the little holes hard. She kept a maddening pace of slow hard thrusts. She yelled out obscenities to the gods and came with all the force they sent to her. Her head was thrown back in praise for the ecstasy. She heard the screaming climax from Shasa and pushed into the girl hard, holding fast as she felt tight squeezing spasms around her fingers.
Slowly, Nessa pulled out of Shasa's body. She untied her friend and lifted her sore body to the bed. T hey lay together for a long time before either of them could speak.
(Nessa)
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(Shasa) --
They lay together for a long time before either of them could speak...
“Hey Ness?” Shasa murmured from on top of her very warm bed of Warrior skin.
“Aye?”
“I really am sorry about Tris.”
The large fingers of Nessa’s hands hesitated a moment, before continuing their light dance over Shasa’s crimson markings. “I know lass.”
The smaller body writhed so slightly in the wake of the path of the Warrior’s tracings, it was like a constant, subtle undulation against the Celt. “You really love her, huh?”
Nessa smiled at the unconscious response of Shasa’s body. “That I do.”
“Well, then…” Shasa pushed her torso up on her palms (which, incidentally, happened to press the slut’s southern parts firmly against her Lordship) and grinned down at her friend. “What are we gonna do about getting her back?”
The Warrior shook her head and chuckled at the devious gleam in Shasa’s eyes, then lightheartedly waggled her finger in front of Shasa’s face. “Yer to do no such scheming, Shasa.” The slut pouted before playfully snapping her teeth at the appendage in her face, which in turn earned her a sound smack on a very tender ass.
The Celt’s eyes wandered past Shasa’s and studied the ceiling. Her smile slowly faded. “She’ll either come back when she’s ready, or she’ll not come back at all.” Resolute gray eyes re-engaged the green. “That has to be the way of it.”
Shasa wisely yielded and lowered her body back to its place of comfort. Her fingers tangled once again in Nessa’s hair and her head lay atop Nessa’s heart; breasts pressed against each other while legs draped arbitrarily over the longer Celt’s. Her heated center felt the kiss of the Warrior’s sex, and her inflamed backside was open to the cool of the air.
Shasa sighed. What could that child possibly be thinking to give this up?
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The End - 'Realizations' - by Shasa & Nessa