Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Sirius -- and The Claim
by Lord Sirius, sarah, & Nessa
December 11th~14th, 2001
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(The Beginning; Sirius) --
The new warrior inquired at the bar for a room. One would be needed if perhaps this time, her journey would prove to be successful.
She unclasped her cape and let it rest on the back of the chair. Running a hand through the long coal black shiny braids that hung about her shoulders, Sirius relaxed for the first time in many moons. She touched the long scar that sat like an extra eyebrow over her left eye. A fierce battle that had been but there were other consequences of that battle that haunted her.
Sirius stretched her long legs. The fine leather boots and soft skin pants seemed to literally hug the mysterious warrior. Starting on her second mug of the tasty ale her mind wandered. She produced a small piece of parchment from within the heavy shirt she wore and studied the little markings. Looking around she nodded to herself.
'I've nothing to lose by including this new place in my search. After all you never know...' she thought to herself.
Her last journey had taken her south. More business. With that our of the way she could concentrate on things that now mattered. She would not rest. No never. She placed a hand on the dark embroidered sack she carried everywhere with her.
No! No rest. Never.
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(The Claim Part 1 - by Sirius) --
(The subject of this story has given me her consent. Sirius)
Sirius talked politely with the friendly people at the Inn. Her mind tried to keep everything in context. She touched the embroidered tapestry sac several times. Absentmindedly letting her strong fingers linger over the contents.
Another mug of ale and she would soon be ready to turn in for the night. Her mind kept returning to that damned battle! It has scarred her in more than one way. It had left a wound the warrior never would have believed herself capable of. Her Dark brown eyes narrowed for a moment. The feeling passed and she ate the remainder of the bread and meat that had been presented to her by a serving wench.
The door to the Inn open and a cloaked figure entered. Sirius did not notice the figure come to a complete halt several tables from her own. The new woman let the cloak fall. and stood perfectly still. Hey eyes wide in surprise, a small gasp escaped her delicate throat. Not wanting to appear too inquisitive Sirius continued her meal as the new woman got to her knees and began to crawl slowly towards her table. The surprised murmurs of the other patrons finally got the better of her and Sirius lifted her head to observe exactly what was causing such a stir.
'What in tartarus was going on here? A young woman was crawling along the inn floor. Sirius became more alarmed when the wench with her head cast downwards towards the floor crawled directly to her chair and stopped. What in Zeus' name was the matter with her?' Sirius thought back over the past few moons. The sluts and whores she had taken to relieve her pain. Could this be one?
Sirius sat up in her chair. The other patrons watched in awe as the young woman touched her lips to the dirty tips of Sirius' leather boots. With loving care the wench licked away the day's dirt and grime. Then with slow movements the bowed head lifted slowly to the surprised gaze of the new warrior. Sirius allowed herself to show the shock she felt for a moment. Her long hand reached for the embroidered bag.
As sarah knelt at her feet Sirius rose, her tall body loomed over the delicate woman. Silence filled the Inn as the scene transpired in an achingly slow motion. Sirius reached down and pulled sarah up by her hair. She forced the small head back and kissed the smaller woman. Her other hand worked quickly and soon sarah's top lay in a crumpled mass on the floor. Pushing her away after several minutes Sirius spoke in a hushed tone.
"sarah!"
sarah smiled sweetly but did not talk. she had not been given permission. Sirius stared coldly at the wench. Incredible! To think she had almost bypassed this place.
.....Sirius thought back to that day many moons ago. She had led a small army into battle that day. Just as she thought the tide had turned in her favor, they had been attacked by men on horseback. sarah had been by her side that day. As the battle became worse Sirius ordered one of her men to take sarah to safety.
As soon as Sirius felt the young woman was out of harms way she fought for her life as the battle worsened. They did eventually drive the opposing army back but Sirius had been injured. She took the end of a sword over her eye. Blood gushed forth and obscured her view but she fought on until the enemy was on the run.
She was glad she had ordered the young woman to safety. Once back at the camp she had fallen into a heavy sleep. She awoke to the sounds of the camp being attacked at night. Before she could struggle to her feet she was taken prisoner. Taken aboard a ship with others from her army she devised a way to escape. She had a purpose to which she would not deter even at threat of death. She vowed to return home .... to sarah. The wench that she had always fancied over the others.
A whole moon had passed before she managed to put her plan into motion. While the enemy ship was docked for supplies she and a handful of her army slipped way in broad daylight in a daring escape.
It had taken several seasons before she was able to return to her home. When she had entered the large dwelling she was welcomed with surprise. They had all feared her dead. The remaining staff was in the process of closing up the house. But sarah was not among the remaining staff.
"she thought you dead, My Lord, we all did! sarah left several moons ago. we are not sure which way she headed. Perhaps to the south."
And so Sirius had found herself without sarah. She buried herself in her work and soon had amassed another small fortune. But there was a feeling that gnawed at her emotions. Sirius was not used to such things. The women she used were just that. Things used to give her some sexual pleasure. As it had always been. Whips and straps were no mystery to Sirius. She used them often. It was part of her life.......
Now here at this Inn she had almost passed by in her search, she had found her missing property. Composing herself, she quickly stripped the skirt off sarah and examined the young woman. She steeled herself when her eyes came to rest on fresh bruises.
Opening her ornate sack, she withdrew one of the two things sarah had left behind. The thick leather collar was held before her. sarah took the collar and placed it around her neck.
"I am your property, My Lord Sirius" she spoke quietly as she observed the anger that now clouded the warrior's eyes.
Sirius placed her hand over the slut's mound and felt for the brand, she had placed there several years ago. Hidden under the thick curly pubes, Sirius let her fingers trace the small circle with the large "S" inside it. sarah moaned softly as Sirius pinched the soft flesh then slid a finger down into the wetness that had grown steadily since she had entered the Inn and discovered her beloved owner.
Sirius grinned cruelly as her fingers pulled and pinched the wet lips. She threw her cape over her shoulders and asked directions to the room she had taken for the night. sarah, naked and collared walked behind her. As happy as she was at this moment , she could tell it was going to be a long night.
Sirius stopped and whispered into the slut's ear. "you will be cleansed bitch".
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(The Claim Reply - by sarah) --
sarah entered the Inn. she sensed something. No it was not possible. Passing a sweeping glance around her eyes came to rest on the newcomer.
"Oh my gods. It's not possible. Is it?" Moving closer for a better look. "Athena be praised. It is. It is."
Falling to her knees she made her way to her Lord. Recognition was not immediate in the Lord but when their eyes met it was there. The connection, the belonging, the possession.
Lord Sirius stripped her then and there taking in the condition of Her property. She presented sarah her collar of ownership. sarah placed it around her neck thereby accepting her Lords right to reclaim Her possession.
Lord Sirius fingered her pussy and squeezed Her mark. Oh how she remembered the pain the branding had caused. Lord Sirius had her naked and bound tightly to the table. Her legs were splayed wide and secured firmly down. She had taken a sharp knife and removed her pubes leaving her bare and ready. Several of her Lords other servants helped to hold down sarah's hips as Lord Sirius branded her mark into her skin. Forever laying claim to the wench. Sarah had felt the pain and yet slowly it was replaced by pride. Lord Sirius only branded those that She deemed special.
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(The Claim Part 2 - by Sirius) --
(This was written with the full consent of sarah. Sirius)
Once upstairs Sirius closed the door and pointed to the floor. She had asked for her saddlebags to be taken to her room. Opening the larger one she withdrew a handsome riding crop and several leather whips. She lit the candles then proceeded to examine her property.
"I see that you have been used recently sarah"
"But My Lady , i feared you dead, we all did i...."
she was not given chance to finish as Sirius slapped her. The hard open right hand knocked her to the floor. She was pulled up by her hair again. sarah stood trembling as Sirius walked around her slowly. Taking in the recent signs of use. sarah hung her head.
"I will not restrain you, slut, you know what to do."
Sirius cleared the heavy table and sarah placed herself face down. No sooner had she gotten into place when the beating began. First with the riding crop. sarah held her breath as each blow landed with a sharp "thwack"
Sirius set about the ritual of cleansing her slut. Every mark, every bruise that was on her body before was now covered with the new marks her owner left upon her body.
Digging her nails into the edges of the table, sarah endured the cruel punishment. Sirius worked methodically, but the excitement of the beating was getting to her. She brought the crop down hard on the wench's ass and for the first time sarah cried out as a wicked blow sliced into her flesh and a thin line of blood sprang up on her buttocks.
Sirius own cunt spasmed at the sight and she threw down the crop and picked up the short handled multi tailed whip. Savoring her anger she lit into sarah's already bruised flesh. From the buttock to the tips of her shoulders sarah was soon awash in blood.
Sirius stood back and licked her lips. Her pulse raced and her breasts swelled. Stripping quickly she mounted the table behind the softly sobbing wench and draped her larger body over the sore mass of flesh. She was excited beyond reason.
Her anger fed the carnal lust that now took control. Slipping her hands under the sarah's body she gripped sarah's breasts and brought the bleeding body into a tight embrace. Her own soaking mound smashed down hard onto sarah's buttocks. The nectar of venus flowed from between the warrior's own cunt and added to the blood which covered sarah's bleeding buttocks.
Sirius began a hard fucking motion on the tender cheeks, driving her cunt hard against poor sarah. She worked her stiff clit up and down in the sanguineness mixture. Rubbing up against that tight ass. The euphoric release at its peak. She grabbed sarah's breasts and dug her long fingers into the soft flesh. Kneading the pliable flesh as she rutted against the slut's ass. She came quickly growling her lust and anger into sarah's ear.
Sirius waited several moments while she reveled in her fleeting satisfaction. Getting up she gave the bruised ass a hard slap.
"Turn over sarah, I will have everything."
sarah moaned in pain as she moved herself carefully onto her back. Several slaps rained down upon her soft breasts. Sirius gripped an ankle and pulled the limb wide exposing the soft down of pubic hair now matted with drops of dried blood. Sirius sneered at her slut. The parted legs revealed a glistening patch of cunt.
"Whose cunt is this slut?"
Sirius poised her fingers over the slick lips. Then quickly plunged 3 thick fingers inside, cleaving through the pliant wetness. The slick hole opened sucking in the fingers, now eager for the touch of the fingers she loved.
Sirius fastened her harness and showed sarah the instrument she intended to use. Long and thick it swung heavily in front of her as she assaulted sarah's breasts with the small whip. She left no skin unmarked anew.
Sarah held her hands over her head, gripping the table as Sirius paid a bloody tribute to the dark goddess of Lust. With a heavy hand she battered and abused the delicate wench.
"Spread, sarah."
A moment's hesitation cost her as the whip stung the top of her cunt. sarah spread wide and choked back a scream as one of the tails made contact with a swollen cunt lip. A thin stream of blood trickled down between the lips of her spread cunt. The dark rosy lips streaked with blood. The whip found a defenseless clit and this time sarah screamed in shock.
When she could contain her lust no longer, Sirius mounted the bitch and forced the large phallus deep into the small opening as sarah worked her hips up to draw in the thick phallus.
"unnhhhh, pleaseee My Lady." sarah moaned hoarsely.
"Take it slut" Sirius grunted as she worked the thick phallus in the tight opening.
sarah managed to gasp as each thrust met her frantic heave upwards and both bodies jolted in unison as cunt met cunt and time stood still. Sirius began a slow hard course as sarah's hot center grew moist with her dark desires. With their bodies pounding, sarah stretched her loins wide as best she could. Her loins hung in the air, her feet planted firmly on the table, her cunt straining to take in the slippery phallus.
Sirius gnashed her teeth against a stiff nipple and grabbed a firm buttock, curling her fingers and digging cruelly into the soft cheek. "Take it." She whispered as her hand slid to the throat of the writhing bitch and pressed in firmly. Sarah cried out, her hips bucking wildly as her climax overtook her at last.
The burning ache dissipated, replaced by the convulsing pull of her tight cunt around the fast moving cock. Her heaving loins threw her hard clit against the fast moving length of the slippery leather phallus. She screamed the name of her owner as the fire consumed her aching slit. her hips sank down upon the table, shoving down hard onto the unyielding wood.
sarah screamed once more as her hips bucked up quickly into the the driving thrust of Sirius' muscular frame, the large heavy phallus deep inside her contracting wetness. Sirius let out a long groan as her hips continued to batter the bruised and battered cunt of her slut.
Later that night after a long bath they shared together, Sirius cared for her mate lovingly and applied a soothing balm to sarah's battered body. When they prepared for bed, Sirius insisted sarah sleep in the bed with her.
Now looking down at the sleeping sub curled snugly in her arms, Sirius gave thanks to the gods.
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(The Claim Reply2 - by sarah) --
Sarah woke with a start and felt the pain run through her. Remembering immediately the cause of this pain she turned her head. There beside her was her Warrior, her Lord. The one she had thought was taken from her. She had returned and She had searched out Her property.
'You will be cleansed, bitch.' Even the thought of these words sent a shiver through her aching body. Lord Sirius had removed all traces of any other that had claimed the wench. Any mark, any bruise, any cut was now covered by new marks, new bruises and new cuts. sarah reached her hand to her throat and smiled to herself as she felt that familiarity of the collar. she was where she belonged.
Suddenly Lord Nessa came into her thoughts. 'Oh my. I have to talk to Her. Tell Her about my Lady.'
Looking to see that Lord Sirius was sleeping deeply, she eased her body painfully from the bed. Dressing quickly and quietly she made her way down into the Inn's main room hoping to find Lord Nessa there having breakfast. She spotted the warrior at a table with tris and killian and made her way towards them. Kneeling beside the warrior, her eyes downcasts she addressed Her.
"Excuse me my Lord, may I speak to you privately."
Looking down at the girl and seeing the collar Nessa tersely replied, "Whatever you have to say, you can say here and now. you are amongst your peers. Continue."
Rebuked at the tone but not dissuaded from her course. "'My Lord, I need to explain some things." she began to tell her story. The story of her and Her Lord. sarah had not heard or sensed Lord Sirius approach behind her and stand just within earshot as She listened to what Her wench had to stay.
Sarah concluded, "Lord Nessa, not only have I given my body to Lord Sirius, I have given my heart. She is the other part of my soul. I am sorry if I have hurt you but I belong with, and to, Lord Sirius. I hope you can understand and forgive me."
Lord Nessa looked over the wench's bowed head and nodded to Lord Sirius. Placing a hand under the girls' chin She lifted her head until their eyes met.
"sarah your Lord is indeed a lucky woman. you are a special prize anyone would be proud to possess. Off with you now. Go back to where you belong."
Taking Lord Nessa's hand and turning it over, sarah placed a gentle kiss, "Thank you Lord Nessa."
Sarah rose and headed for the kitchen. She intended to surprise her Lady with a morning feast in Her room.
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(Answers - by sarah) --
Sirius watched the girl head for the kitchen. She had intended to punish her for leaving without permission, but she overheard her talk with Nessa, explaining her past and her love for Her, she decided to see what the wench had planned.
She heard sarah apologize for teasing the warrior and misleading her into thinking she was free to love, instead of explaining she was only interested in appeasing the lust she desired. The Lady returned to Her room and waited for her wandering wench to return. She would wait to hear the girl's explanation first.
sarah made her way back to her Lady's room carrying a tray of breakfast for Her. she had tea of course and fresh baked bread. Lady savay had been busy this morning. There was fresh fruit as well. she entered the room quietly not wanting to wake her Lord. she placed the tray beside the bed, knelt and waited for the Lady to wake.
Lord Sirius smiled inwardly, 'at least she has not forgotten everything she was taught'. She waited several minutes before stirring. She called to sarah and the wench answered immediately.
"I am here, my Lord. I have fetched some breakfast for You."
she was at first confused at the anger she saw in her Lady's eyes. she lowered her gaze to the floor and thought what she could have done to upset Lord Sirius. 'I have only been down to get breakf.. ah that's it. Good grief how could I have forgotten so basic a rule as that.. I should have asked permission first. It has been so long since I have had to ask.'
"My Lord forgive me for leaving the room without asking, but I thought perhaps You would like to have breakfast in bed."
Looking at the tray She said, "We will discuss this further later."
Reaching for some bread She asked, "Now tell me. Who is it here that has used My property?"
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(Answers & Decisions, by Sirius) --
Sirius ate her breakfast at a leisurely pace, sharing the breakfast with sarah. Sirius was not an unreasonable woman. She listened to all that sarah had to say. A grunt here, a glaring look there, but for the most part she just listened. After the meal, Sirius spent several hours recounting her recent adventures in search of sarah.
Taking the delicious creature to her bed once more, Sirius had her way with sarah. When sarah tried to return the affection, Sirius told the girl to rest. Last night's beating was still fresh and sarah needed to rest. After dozing off herself for a little while, Sirius got up and dressed.
Before she left the room, she gathered up the scruffy rags sarah had been wearing and laid out a new outfit for her wench. Soft skinned leggings like her own and a soft white shirt Sirius had acquired on her last trip to Egypt. She would have to get to the cobbler at some point to have new ones made up for sarah.
Sirius descended the stairs to a chilly inn. While she had rested upstairs with sarah after her breakfast, there had been quite a commotion going on. Sirius searched out Nessa and found the woman sitting at a table. She drew up a chair but did not sit. The Warrior offered Nessa a mug of ale then cleared her throat.
"Good evening Nessa. I wanted to speak with you."
Sirius waited until Nessa looked up at her with a glare in her eye.
"I have come to offer my apologies. sarah has belonged to me for what seems like forever. As such, I am responsible for her actions. sarah did not mean to deceive you, nor did I mean to deprive you of anything. sarah truly believed me dead. she has told me everything, yes I mean everything."
"sarah is a young woman, not a lass, but a woman. she was used to certain attentions, and grew accustomed to them. she truly believed me dead as did most of my house. You took an interest in her and she was truly flattered. she gave in to her darker desires and acted on her lusts. she did not mean to encourage you, but she is young. sarah's heart belonged to another, Me, but believing I was dead she sought comfort and pleasure with you. You know well yourself what she is capable of."
Sirius took a long drink from her mug, and continued.
"My return was not expected by sarah, not even those in my own house ever expected to see me alive again."
Sirius gave Nessa an appraising look and smiled.
"I can understand why she was attracted to you. Your beauty is indeed striking. Perhaps if I had never returned she could have learned to love another. But I did return and I have searched long and hard for my sarah. I did not mean to cause you any harm. Nor did sarah believe she was doing anything wrong at the time. In fact she acted as any young wench would have, faced with a life alone. And seeing that one such as yourself fancied her, she indeed did wrestle with her feelings for a while before acting on her desires."
"So, Lord Nessa, I do offer you my apologies on behalf of my sarah. Please do not be angry with her. Who among us, in their lives, have not made mistakes? As a warrior I have accepted what sarah did and I have put these things behind me. The past cannot be changed, but the future can be created. I hope you can forgive Me and in doing so forgive my sarah as well. It was never my intention to anger anybody, only to find and claim the one that bears my mark and carries my heart."
Sirius extended her hand to Nessa in the true warrior spirit.
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(Answers & Decisions Part 2, by Nessa) --
Washing up after Klancy's "healing" techniques was a bit of a chore. But tris was careful around the sore spots. Nessa finally emerged through the dust and grime and came back to sit at breakfast with the others. The laughter here felt good.
Nessa was in the middle of a good laugh caused by a cryptic quip from Klancy, when a vacant chair was moved back from the table. She looked up to see the face of Sirius the Warrior gazing down at her. All laughter stopped and the table was still. Nessa felt herself bristle.
The handsome Warrior spoke clearly to Nessa alone. She spoke from her heart without malice and when she was finished, extended a Warrior's hand to Nessa. The table of sinners all waited silently. No one could guess what might happen next.
Nessa stood slowly. She could see that this was a brave and honorable Warrior. She took the offered arm in a grasp up to the elbow.
"Please sit, Sirius"
When Sirius took the seat and the rest of the company began to breath again, Nessa looked at the Dark Warrior and felt one of those unfamiliar, and damned uncomfortable feelings... humility.
She spoke. "Sirius, I thank you for your sincerity and for coming forth. I must tell you that It has not been anger that has driven me these last days. It is grief of losing what I never had and only wanted with all heart and soul. Please do not believe that sarah is to blame for any of the..ahh.. events that happened between us. She never asked for anything. I saw that she was free and unprotected and I wanted her. I took. I am feeling the pain of not being told about you, but that will pass. I gave her cause to fear me, perhaps she could not speak for that."
"sarah never spoke of love. I believe she was always loyal to you in that way. I cannot say that it doesn't pain me to see her with you or to see her at all. But that will pass as well. I am happy for you both."
With that Nessa lifted her Earl Grey and drank to the Warrior before her.
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The End - 'Sirius & The Claim' - by Lord Sirius, sarah, & Nessa
Continued in 'Completion' - by Sirius