Caitlin's Chronicles
 

(Part 5 - Rescue - by killian) --

The Queen dismissed her guard; she wanted this conversation to be very private. Caitlin followed her into the Royal hut and was now pacing back and forth.

"I have missed you Caitlin."

The warrior stopped pacing and turned to look at her friend. Though she tried, Caitlin could not unclench her jaw, or take the sting out of her look.

Marga simply nodded.

After a deep breath, the Queen regained her composure.

"Caitlin, I appreciate your saving my girls, but I can’t allow you to come in here and disrupt my Nation because you have feelings for one of them."

"Marga."

"Look, Killian is a wild seed Caitlin. You don’t want to get mixed up with her."

Caitlin took up her pacing again.

"Too late."

"Damnit, Caitlin. This girl is trouble. She has been since she came to us. I love her, but even I can’t control her. What are you going to do with her?"

Caitlin sighed and sat down, putting her head in her hands.

"I don’t know."

"Let me take her off of your hands Caitlin, you can have a different reward. If you want, I can pay you twice what you want for your furs, and you can be on your way. I have dealt with Killian for eight years. She won’t obey me, or any of us, but she is not your problem."

"I can’t."

"Why the hell can’t you? You just met her not five candlemarks ago! I think I know how easy it is for you to say goodbye." The Queen bristled at her own words. "Just do it."

"Marga," Caitlin stood, blew out a breath, and faced the Queen. "I didn’t deserve that, and you know it."

"What is it then, Caitlin? Why this girl?"

"I don’t know. I just know she needs me, and that you have to let me do what I need to do. Marga. You know me. Let me do this. I have to be with her. I can’t explain it."

"Fine. I know there is no talking to you when you have your mind set, but let me warn you now, Caitlin. This girl will be nothing but trouble for you. If you can get her to obey you, then I will give you anything you want. But mark my words, It WON’T happen."

Caitlin stood with her eyes closed for a minute, thinking. After a few beats, she opened her eyes, and looked right through Marga.

"It will happen, just let me……"

Caitlin heard the scream first, almost before it occurred. She shot a look towards Queen Marga.

"Gods be damned to Hades, I knew I shouldn’t have left her."

Caitlin didn’t wait to hear what Marga’s reply as the warrior launched herself out of the Queen’s chambers, heading for the Amazon jail.

Two guards stood at the door of the jail, holding spears crossed at the center. Caitlin was on a flat out run when she barreled through them, knocking the door down in the process, and heading inside to find several Amazons surrounding Killian.

"What the fu……..," Caitlin’s fist connected with the Amazon’s face before she was able to finish her sentence. An elbow silenced Amazon number two, and a high kick set Amazon number three sprawling into the wall.

Caitlin turned to see Killian on her knees, still naked, with her arms tied behind her back. There were lash welts covering her chest, stomach, and shoulders, with several slap marks on her face. Caitlin crossed to the girl and pulled her to her feet, cutting her free in the process.

"I’m sorry, Killian."

Caitlin held the girl's face in her hands, and was captured again by the purity, and power she found there.

"Look out!" Shouted Killian, her eyes fixed behind Caitlin.

The guards had regained their bearings and bounded through the entrance, rushing Caitlin from behind and knocking her forward into the far wall.

Killian jumped on one of the guard's backs, screaming bloody murder.

"Leave her alone, you banshees!"

Caitlin pushed off of the wall, sending everyone sprawling backwards.

Renna, one of the attacking Amazons, connected on a punch to Caitlin’s eye before Caitlin had a chance to grab her arm and pull it out of its socket.

Marta, the guard Killian had jumped, pulled the enraged girl off of her and tossed the young lass across the room, right into the hands of Queen Marga.

The Queen struggled to maintain a fierce hold on Killian as the girl tried to rejoin the fight.

"ENOUGH!" Shouted the Queen. "Stand Down, Amazons!"

Everyone stopped where they were and looked at the Queen.

Killian took this moment to squirm out of Marga’s grip, running to tackle Nala.

Caitlin grabbed Killian in mid-flight, and pulled her into her arms.

"Let me go!" Killian seethed, "I’m going to kill them."

"No," stated Caitlin, as the warrior moved to get a better grip on her charge, "It’s over, Killian."

"Centaur Dung!" Shouted the girl as she struggled to get free. "She let them beat me! She knew they would. I hate her!" Killian spat her words at her Queen.

Caitlin grabbed hold of Killian’s arms and pushed her back against the wall roughly, bracing her there with her forearm.

"Killian, you will show your Queen respect."

The Amazons pulled themselves together and were gathered around Marga, watching with disbelief.

"To Hades with you, Caitlin. You left me too." Killian shook with anger, locking eyes with the powerful warrior.

Caitlin set her jaw, pulled the girl from the wall, and delivered several well-placed swats on her behind.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Caitlin pitched her voice low as she placed her lips on the girl’s ear.

"Killian, you will show me respect, and apologize to your Queen. Do you hear me?"

"Bite me," Killian hissed.

Caitlin’s lips descended upon the fiery lass’s mouth, effectively closing off any more expletives. The warrior kissed Killian deeply, lingering long, until she felt her body soften, and her lips respond feverishly.

Renna started to speak, but the Queen held up her hand to silence her Amazons. The group watched in fascination as Caitlin released Killian from the kiss and unceremoniously pulled her over to a knocked over chair. The Warrior set the chair upright, sat down, and yanked Killian across her lap.

The spanking that followed was fierce and unrelenting. The welts on Killian’s bottom glowed anew as Caitlin proceeded to redden the girl’s ass with fervor. Again and again Caitlin’s hand came down, causing pained grunts and more flailing from young Killian.

Finally, when Caitlin felt Killian give out and slump across her lap, the spanking ended.

Caitlin pulled Killian to her feet, gently wiping tears from her reddened eyes, and whispered firmly into the girl’s ear.

"Killian, I am right here. I am not leaving you. Now, I want you to apologize to your Queen for your behavior."

"But Caitlin, her…she…."

"Right now."

Killian swallowed, and considered her options. She looked up at the stern warrior, bit her lower lip in consternation, and slowly nodded.

"Say it. To her." Caitlin held Killian around the shoulders, and directed her to face the Queen.

Killian looked at her Amazon sisters, four of whom looked like they would require serious medical attention. The girl looked into the eyes of her Queen and suddenly turned shy. She tried to turn away, but Caitlin’s firm hands on her shoulders would not allow her to move. Killian licked her lips trying to stall. A low rumble from behind her made her think twice. Killian blew out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

"I…. I’m…. sorry my Queen. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I didn’t think. I am sorry."

Queen Marga took a few steps until she stood in front of Killian. The Queen took her bruised and tear streaked face in her hands.

"I accept your apology, Killian. We love you, even when we are very frustrated with you."

Killian began to cry. She never thought she would hear her Queen say this. She was sure her Queen did not love her.

Caitlin released Killian into Marga’s arms. The Queen hugged her young charge. It had been a long time since Marga had felt anything but intense frustration with the girl. It felt good to see another side of her.

Caitlin and Marga exchanged glances across the head of Killian.

Marga reluctantly smiled, knowing what it was that Caitlin’s smile was referring to.

"Caitlin, I want you to think of another reward the Amazons can offer you. Punishing Killian tomorrow is due you for putting yourself in harm’s way to save her, and the others."

"And Killian," the Queen took the girl by the shoulders, "you still must go through your punishment tomorrow. That has not changed. You put yourself and your sisters in grave danger by leaving Amazon land today. You will have to pay the price for your misbehavior. Do you agree?"

"Yes, my Queen. I am sorry. I truly am. I accept what you think should be done with me."

"Good girl. That is a good start." Marga hugged the still crying girl again.

The Queen’s gaze shifted to Caitlin, who stood watching Killian.

"So, what other reward can I give you?"

"Let Killian take the Amazon Rite of Passage."

Killian gasped, as did several of her Sisters.

Queen Marga silenced her warriors with a lift of her hand.

Killian stepped out of her Queen’s hug, and stood staring wide-eyed at Caitlin, who managed to curl her lip slightly into what could pass as a smile.

"Caitlin, you can have whatever you wish, gold, a new sword, anything. Are you sure you want to give all of that up for this?"

Caitlin looked directly into Killian’s deep brown eyes, and got lost there for a heartbeat.

"I am sure, Queen Marga. I have never been more sure of anything."

Killian was speechless, which for her was nearly a miracle.

Marga fixed Caitlin with a resigned shake of her head.

"Fine Caitlin, if that is your wish, I will allow it. But Killian, look at me girl. I will rescind my ok if you misbehave in any way between now and then. Do you hear me?"

"Oh yes, my Queen!" Killian nearly jumped out of her skin with excitement.

"Alright then, but you listen to me, Killian," Marga fixed the girl with a stern stare. "I will not have any of your shenanigans. One slip by you, and I pull you out of the challenge. End of story. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma’am." Killian replied solemnly. "I hear you, and I will behave. I promise. Thank you so much my Queen, thank you, thank you!"

Killian could not help herself; she ran to the Queen and hugged her tightly. Marga had no alternative but to return the hug.

The Amazons grumbled behind her, and Caitlin smiled a sly smile in front of her.

Marga simply sighed, and knew that she could never stay mad at Caitlin for this. The warrior just had a way about her.

"Now, Killian, I will leave you in Caitlin’s capable hands while I deal with your Sisters’ disobedience. If I am not mistaken, this Warrior has some more business with you."

Marga smiled over Killian’s shoulder at the amused Caitlin. The Warrior raised her eyebrow, as she took Killian back in her arms from the Queen.

"I am sure you can keep her safe, Caitlin, but I will post my Royal guards at the door just in case."

Marga looked sternly around at her disheveled crew, and pointed to the door. No one met her eyes as they all began to file out.

"I am sure I can keep her safe," Caitlin said as Marga exited.

The tall warrior turned Killian around in her arms to face her.

"And I will keep you safe, Killian, I promise."

The kiss was more expected this time, and Killian responded hungrily. Caitlin picked the girl up and carried her to the pallet, laying her down tenderly. Killian winced as her backside connected with the bed.

Caitlin whispered as she brushed a hair off of Killian’s forehead, "That’s what you get, lass, for being so feisty."

Killian smiled for what seemed like the first time in her life.

"I will have to remember that, Caitlin."

The warrior removed her sword, and stepped out of her clothes.

Killian’s breath caught at the beauty of the strong woman before her. She had never seen anyone as striking, and the girl had seen all of her Sisters in their full glory. Killian held her breath and swallowed a few times as Caitlin approached her.

Caitlin very gently laid herself on top of Killian. The girl’s breast welts were hot against her skin.

"Does this hurt you, Killian?"

Killian smiled, "No, Caitlin, you feel soft."

"Soft?" Caitlin raised her eyebrow in mock indignation.

"Whoops. Is that not a warrior kind of thing to say?"

Caitlin’s lip curled up again in a sultry smile.

"I do have a reputation to think of, lass. Just don’t say I am soft in public, got it?"

"Got it."

"Good."

Caitlin descended slowly upon Killian, capturing her mouth in blissful exploration.

Killian moaned into Caitlin, closing her eyes at the rush of sensation coursing through her.

The warrior slid her thigh between Killian’s legs, smiling at the wetness she felt there. Caitlin slowly placed the palm of her hand on Killian’s stomach.

She jumped at the sensation.

The warrior nibbled at Killian’s ear; "This is your first time, isn’t it."

It was not a question.

Killian began to cry. She turned her head away from Caitlin, trying feebly to hide her shame.

"Shhhh. It is all right. I’ve got you. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Killian, look at me."

Killian swallowed and looked up into intensely beautiful deep brown eyes.

"Yes," Killian whispered. Her face was the picture of pure need and innocence.

"I am sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for. We all have to have a first time. I am honored to be yours."

Caitlin kissed her softly and deeply.

Killian responded with eagerness.

The warrior kissed her neck, whispering, "Killian, I want you to tell me if anything hurts, or is uncomfortable for you. Do you promise me?"

"Caitlin, I…….Oh Sweet Artemis."

"You have to promise me, lass, or I just may have to stop."

Killian couldn’t see the warrior’s smile.

"NO! NO! Caitlin, I promise! Don’t stop. Please! I need you."

"Good girl. Shhhh….. I am right here."

Caitlin took Killian’s mouth again, sliding her tongue in slowly but firmly, as she slipped her hand into Killian’s sweet core.

The girl’s moan was captured by the warrior’s lips. Caitlin slid her fingers softly around her soaking center, bringing the girl off the bed with pent up need.

Killian hadn’t known this kind of ache before, and it nearly overwhelmed her. She knew only that she needed Caitlin to touch her, and a lot. Killian’s need got the better of her, and she began again to cry in earnest, quietly. Tears slipped down her cheeks.

Caitlin slid her hand out and circled the girl in a protective hug.

"What is it? What is making you cry? Did I hurt you?

"No. No." Killian tried to catch her breath.

"Caitlin, I just……..I just….. Oh Zeus! I need you so much it hurts! I am sorry, Caitlin. I can’t seem to control myself."

Caitlin laughed as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh sweet lass. It is ok, I’ve got you. What you are feeling is perfectly normal. It is ok; I am not going anywhere. You can need me all you like."

"I can? You don’t think I am too strange?" Killian buried her head in Caitlin’s shoulder.

"Not strange, Killian. Wonderful. I am thrilled that you want me so. Now trust me, ok? Let yourself go. I have got you, and there is nothing you can do wrong. Do you trust me Killian?"

"Yes, Caitlin. I do."

"Good."

The warrior decided to start Killian slowly in the art of making love. Caitlin wanted her to feel safe and secure. There was plenty of time to teach her more.

Caitlin kissed Killian deeply, taking her tongue and sucking it in gentle rhythm as she circled the girls swollen center with two seasoned fingers.

Killian nearly screamed with emotion. The lass exploded with her first assisted orgasm. In Killian’s heart the sensation seemed to go on forever. Her butt and back were fully off the bed reaching for the touch of her lover. Aching for this to continue. And continue it did. Caitlin brought Killian to several more crests, as the girl gave her warrior everything she had.

Finally, Killian dropped on the bed, nearly faint with exhaustion. She had never felt so sublime as at this moment.

Caitlin wrapped her up in her arms, holding her and rocking her slowly until the trembling had fully subsided.

Caitlin was very pleased with herself, and could not keep the smile off of her face. This young one was beautiful. She was going to be a challenge, but Caitlin thrived on challenge.

"Killian," Caitlin soothed into her ear after a bit. " I have to get up for a minute, to get dressed. I need to protect you through the night, and I will do that better if I am dressed. Do you understand?

Killian looked worried.

"You are not going to leave me here, are you?"

"No, lass. I am staying right here beside you until they call for you tomorrow. I am not leaving your side. I just need to be prepared if something happens.

"Ok. As long as you don’t go anywhere. You said it was ok to need you, right?"

Caitlin smiled deeply, making Killian nearly melt.

"Yes, you can need me all you want. I am right here. This is where I want to be."

Killian watched Caitlin with fascination as the warrior donned her deerskin clothing. When the warrior picked up her belt to put it back on, Killian gasped at the sight of it, remembering what was still in store for her.

Caitlin took the belt and handed it to Killian. She recoiled.

"Take it. I want you to feel it. I don’t want you to be afraid of it tomorrow. Take it, please."

Killian took the belt into her hands, and felt the wide leather. She snapped the belt a couple of times, and started to tremble.

Caitlin took Killian in her arms, taking the belt from her and holding her close.

"Killian," Caitlin smoothed her hair. "I promise you I will be there for you before, during, and after your punishment. I will only give you what you deserve, and no more. Then when it is over, I will take you to my own hut, and treat your welts, helping you heal in every way I can. And I will not leave you.

Killian couldn’t look at Caitlin as she spoke. "How severely do you think I deserve to be punished, Caitlin?" Tears rolled down delicate cheeks.

Caitlin tightened her hold on the girl, kissing the top of her head in reassurance. She turned Killian around and held her by the shoulders, capturing Killian’s gaze with her most compelling look.

"I will not sugar coat it, Killian. I think what you did deserves a strong punishment, and I am going to give it to you." Caitlin pulled Killian tight to her. "I promise you, I will do my best to give you a fair, and sound whipping, and no more. And I will be there right after, to do what I can to minimize the damage. It will be painful for you to sit for several days, but you will surely live, my feisty girl."

"Now, how long has it been since you have slept, Killian. You were up early today I expect. Did you sleep at all last night?"

"No, Caitlin. I was too… "

"…busy planning for trouble, no doubt. Well, I am putting you to bed right now. No lip from you either."

Caitlin raised her eyebrow in challenge to Killian’s mouth, but smartly, it chose to remain closed.

Caitlin propped herself up into a sitting position at the head of the bed and pulled Killian up to lie between her legs. The lass sprawled an arm over the thigh she used as a pillow, and fell quickly into a deep sleep.

Caitlin looked down at this new being in her life, and smiled, shaking her head. You have done it this time, warrior. You got it bad. Hook line and sinker. Snagged you are. What are you going to do?

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June 28th, 2001
Part 6  Coming Home - by killian

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{Killian’s perspective}

I felt her heart beating beneath me. Strong, steady thumping under my ear. The smell of her leather intoxicated me, and I felt I might just swoon from her scent alone.

"Good morning, lass." Her voice rumbled into my ear.

I smiled.

I started unbuttoning her vest.

"Mmm, feisty this morning, are we?"

I growled and went to work with renewed fervor.

She chuckled under me, and took hold of my hips, sliding me on top of her.

"Ohhhh." I uttered as the ache between my legs now lay straddled between her thighs.

She held my hips, and slid me towards her as she lifted her leg slightly, causing lighting bolts to shoot through my core.

I dropped my head to her chest, grabbed at her vest and moaned into her breasts.

"Sweet Gaia."

"No. Sweet Killian."

She lifted her hand to my chin and brought it up to meet her warm lips.

I had never tasted such sweet nectar.

Her tongue probed for entrance and I opened to her.

Her knee rose ever so slightly, and her left hand pressed into my backside.

I felt like I might jump out of my skin. I rubbed against her now, devouring her with my mouth. I had to have her. I wanted to be inside of her, to live inside of her.

She let me climb, and ride her with my adolescent surge of passion.

Her right hand slipped between my grinding legs, and found my hot center.

I nearly bucked off of her, but her left hand kept me firmly in place.

"Oh Goddess!" I cried. "Sweet, sweet Goddess!"

I felt a finger slip inside of me. Then it stopped. I tried pressing myself into it, wanting it to fill me.

Her lips snuck up to me ear.

"Lass, this might hurt a little. Then it will feel better. Do you trust me?"

I stopped, momentarily confused by her suggestion of pain.

"Yes, I trust you Caitlin."

"Ok then, sweet one. It will not hurt for long, then you will find ecstasy."

She found my lips again, and began intensely kissing me, sucking me into her aura. I forgot myself and began grinding again. Her finger pushed in hard and I winced. She kept her left hand pressed into my butt, and lifted her knee higher, urging my hips to ride.

I did. Soon her one finger was joined by another, and her thumb circled and pressed into me, driving me wild.

I rode her hard, with abandon.

Suddenly, I saw stars, throwing my head back in an explosion of sensations.

"YES! Yes. Lass." She coaxed.

Tears began streaming down my cheeks, as I pumped into her, wanting more, and getting it.

Again, I arched, and ached out the word "C-A-I-T-L-I-N."

I fell onto her chest, heaving, and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

She tenderly removed her hand and flipped me over, covering my body with her own.

"You are mine, lass." She seductively whispered into my ear. "You know that."

My center still ached, and she slid her knee into me, pressing with expert tenderness.

I started arching into her, and feeling myself about to explode again.

Her hand once again slipped between my legs, and found its’ mark.

"You are Mine, lass." She said again, as her thrusts grew more insistent.

"YES!" I screamed, as I felt her arch into me and explode along with me.

"Yes. Caitlin. Yes."

I dropped back down onto the pallet, wrung out, but tingling all over.

Her damp head dropped down onto my shoulder, and she lie there on top of me, unmoving.

I suddenly began to cry convulsively.

Caitlin slid off of me and took me into her arms, pulling me to her, stroking my hair tenderly.

"What is it, lass? Shhh, I’ve got you."

I cried incoherently for several minutes. Grasping at her, and holding on for dear life.

She tightened her grasp, and covered us with a blanket, all the time uttering soft cooing sounds to my inconsolable self.

Time passed, and I finally gave out. All that was left as I lay spent in her arms, was the shaking. My convulsions were erratic now, and slowing to a stop.

"What is it." She asked again.

"I am yours," a whisper, almost lost on her.

"Yes, Killian."

She hugged me closer.

"You are mine. You are mine, Killian. If you will have me."

"Oh yes. Yes. Yes! Caitlin. I wanted you from the first minute I saw you. I was yours then. I am yours. I am….."

Caitlin smiled, and I felt it through her whole body. I hugged her tightly.

I belong, I thought quietly, and astoundingly. I, Killian, belong.

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July 14th, 2001
Part 7 - Escape

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(Killian’s Perspective)

I don’t know what got into me, but I had to get out of there. I begged Caitlin to let me run away. I didn’t want anything to do with this day. I didn’t want to face my Sisters, and I didn’t want to be punished by Caitlin. I didn’t want to go through the Rite of Passage, and I didn’t want to be an Amazon. Right then all I cared about was getting away. Anywhere. Away from everyone. I was going crazy.

I broke away from Caitlin, and ran out the front door. The Guards had not had time to rebuild it, and since Caitlin was with me, they were not watching the entrance very closely. At least not from my side.

I ran for the forest as quick as I could. I was grateful that they had brought me some clothes when they brought our breakfast. I didn’t know how I would make my way in the world if I had remained stark naked. I knew I had to get away, and I knew it couldn’t be with Caitlin. She had heard what a problem I was, and it was just a matter of time before she would tire of me too. I couldn’t bear the thought of that, so I ran.

Now I am fast as lightning. Fastest one in the whole tribe maybe. No one can catch me when I am gone. No one, that is, until Caitlin. I was sure I had left her in my dust long ago, when suddenly there she was in front of me. I nearly ran smack into her, but I was quicker than that, and shot past her on an alternate route. I couldn't believe that she had gotten ahead of me, but I wasn’t going to let that happen again.

I darted this way and that, trying to make my trail make no sense. They thought me crazy, so damnit I was going to give them crazy. I didn’t care. Caitlin was better off by letting me go, and if she didn’t know that now, I wasn’t going to wait for her to find out.

Through the forest I ran, not caring that I was getting scraped and clawed by the mighty underbrush that surrounds our land. I was just about to the border, and I was certain that if I could make it past this next bend that it would be impossible to catch me in open ground.

I didn’t make it that far.

Caitlin appeared out of nowhere, snatching me up by my skirt into the trees. She was above me, that banshee. She had taken to the treetops and outpaced me easily. She wasn’t even breathing hard.

I was caught speechless, and momentarily helpless to do anything.

Caitlin grabbed a hold of me around the waist, and tumbled us down to the forest floor. She held me off of the ground, seemingly knowing that my thought was to explode up and away the minute she set me down. Instead, she threw me over her shoulder, and began to walk back towards the village.

When I got what she was doing, I found my spark, and began fighting furiously with her to make her drop me.

She kept walking, seemingly oblivious to my ranting, and pulling of her hair, and pounding of her back.

All at once, she stopped and I was flying through the air. I hit the water before I realized we had made it to the village creek. I went under and came up sputtering and spewing water, and yelling more invectives at this crazier than me warrior.

Caitlin had followed me into the water and now grabbed me by the elbow and hauled me out. I was too much in shock to kick her, but I later wished I had. She strode us over to a boulder, sat down and pulled me over her lap. My arms were roughly jerked behind my back with one hand, while she yanked my britches down with the other.

She spanked me hard and long.

I thought I had felt the worst of what she had to offer, but as my backside felt more and more on fire, I changed my mind. Again and again she came down with her hand, burning it into my flesh. Somewhere in the middle of it, I realized she was still going to be whipping me today, and how in the Hades was I going to live through that.

I started rethinking my earlier attempt to run. It didn’t look so wise in my current position.

Caitlin didn’t tire of spanking me until long after I tired of receiving the spanking. I thought she may stop if I stopped fighting. She didn’t. I thought she would stop if I started really crying. She didn’t. I thought she would surely stop when I began begging in earnest. No. Not then, and not for what felt like a long time after.

I finally gave up trying to get her to stop, and gave up period. I wasn’t going to get her away from me, and I knew that.

That is when it stopped. It was like she read my mind. Just when I came to the realization that I was going to be stuck with her, she let up. I was past heaving with tears at this point. I was spent, and worn out. And more sore than I had ever been in my young life.

She seemed to sense that. She turned me over and held me close in her arms. She actually rocked me. I couldn’t believe it. I also couldn’t contain my grief. I opened up and wailed into her shoulder. I cried and cried. I knew I was no good for her and told her so.

She merely hugged me tighter, and said over and over again, "You are mine Killian. I will never leave you. I want you, and I love you."

I told her she was making a mistake, and to get out while she could.

She laughed.

I couldn’t help but laugh too. A little.

"I am too, bad for you. You wait and see, Caitlin. You will regret this. Ask any of the Amazons. They will tell you."

"Killian," She soothed me as she wiped my tears away.

"I keep my own counsel, lass. You are who I want. I wanted you from the first second I laid eyes on you. I will never regret that. If I have to turn you over my knee every day for the rest of our lives to prove it to you, I will. But you will only be left with a sore butt, and I will still want you."

Again she laughed. A full throated laugh.

I stopped crying. I think I smiled.

"Every day for the rest of our lives?"

"Yup."

"Even if I get sick and am near death?"

"Yup."

"Even if I get bitten by a snake, and break my leg?!"

"Even then." She was rocking me again, and smiling into a nearly constant chuckle.

"Wow!" It was all I could think of to say.

"Yup. You are stuck with me, Killian. Your backside will thank you if you get used to that sooner, rather than later."

I shook my head and let her hold me a while. This was going to take some thinking on.

After a time I began to breathe again. I sighed deeply into her arms.

"Ok," I said. "Ok."

"Good," She said. "Glad we could clear that up."

She stood me on my feet, and I pulled up my britches, slowly.

"Caitlin," I whispered. "What of my punishment?"

She put her hand on my face, and gently lifted my bangs out of my eyes.

"My sweet one, you will have to go through with it, you know that."

"I know," I said quietly.

"I can tell you this, lass. I warmed you up pretty good. It will actually make it hurt less. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Caitlin, I do."

"Then trust this when I ask you to not fight me, and I will get you through it quickly, and with no more pain than you just felt. Ok?

"Really?" I was shocked.

She smiled at me and hugged me close, kissing the top of my head.

"Yep, I promise. You won’t sit well for a few days, but I think that will just help you focus on training for the challenge."

"Caitlin, you think the Queen will let me do it now, after what I have done?"

I snuggled in close to her, and forgot why I ever thought I could be away from her for a minute, let alone forever.

"I understand why you ran, lass, and I will see that your Queen understands too. I promise."

"Now we better get back. You have a punishment to take, and training to start with me, if you are gonna kick Amazon butt in a few days."

"You are gonna train me?! Wow! Did Queen Marga say you could? Do you want to? Aren’t I too much of a pain? Won’t you-"

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Caitlin knew how best to shut up the chatty girl. Her lips were soft but urgent against Killian’s.

The strong warrior backed the girl up against the nearest tree. Her kiss became deeper as a hand found its way beneath Killian’s waist band.

Killian moaned hard into Caitlin’s mouth as the Warrior slipped two fingers into her and pressed up into her center with her knee. Killian was wet and throbbing beneath Caitlin’s masterful urging.

The dark warrior’s thumb barely grazed over the protruding nub when Killian let out a groan, and begged for release….

Suddenly everything stopped. Caitlin stepped back from Killian, and gave her a stern look.

"That will have to keep you until your punishment in through."

"WHAT?! You have got to be kidding me!" Killian was incredulous.

Caitlin took another step back, crossed her arms over her chest, and gave Killian that infernal raised eyebrow, a sign she had learned meant, ‘Don’t push your luck, lass.’

Killian caught her breath, and looked up at Caitlin mournfully.

"You know my mind will not be on the punishment Caitlin." She pouted.

"I know, Killian. I know. Now get moving before I lose MY resolve."

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September 21st, 2001
Part 8 - Justice

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(Caitlin’s perspective)

I knew I was going to have to be hard on her. She needed it.

She had pushed so many away for so long by misbehaving, then turning banshee. It was going to take a lot for me to get through to her. I had to teach her that I am with her now, I love her, and I am not allowing her to behave in a way that endangers herself, or anyone else. She needs to hear that message, and I intend to keep sending it until she does.

She stood facing me now, disheveled and subdued, on the raised Festival stage. Queen Marga stood next to me, and the Amazon Elders stood behind us. Before us were gathered her entire Amazon tribe, and two other tribes who had come in for the Festival. Scattered in the crowd were a few women traders like myself. Off to the side, in manacles and neck collars, were the punished Amazons who attacked Killian and myself in the cell. Their backs were bare and the raised welts of the whip stood out in sharp contrast to their tanned skin. Marga had brought them up close to the stage, where we had to pass them, no doubt to remind me how fierce Amazon justice can be. And to show Killian that disobedience, even if it is directed at her, will be dealt with severely.

Killian looked at me now with those intense and haunting brown eyes of hers. She silently pleaded with me to take her away from this, and make her punishment a private affair. She knew I could not do that, and I knew she could not help but ask. She was trying to be brave now that we were here, but I could see that she was trembling. Her breathing was shallow, and her eyes fought off tears.

The Queen addressed the assembled crowd.

"Turn around Killian, and face your Sisters."

Killian spared me one last glance. I tipped my chin at her and winked. I wanted her to know that, although I was soon going to be severely punishing her, I still believed in her. She seemed to change her demeanor after that. As she turned around I saw her stand up straight and lift her head. She looked almost regal in the morning sun, with her long auburn hair blowing back slightly in the breeze. This was the lass I had come to love, and I stood behind her, proud of her courage, in the face of what was about to take place.

"Fellow Amazons, and honored guests. We gather today to witness the chastisement of one of our own. This young woman has disrespected her tribe, and disrespected me personally. It is our duty as a tribe to see that she is punished for her misbehavior, and taught proper respect for our ways."

"Since it was Caitlin who rescued Killian, and the other girls, at some risk to her own safety, I am going to allow her to discipline Killian instead of me. The punishment will be meted out as we discussed yesterday: A severe whipping, while laying over my ceremonial table, using Caitlin’s ample belt. If Killian in any way resists this punishment, she will be tied to the whipping block, and given twice the punishment she has coming to her."

Killian looked shocked at Marga’s last words. She had told me she would not resist me, but I think the consequences of doing that were driven home to her, by her Queen.

"Caitlin?"

"Yes, Queen Marga."

"Proceed."

"Thank you."

"Killian, face me."

Killian turned. As tears welled up in her eyes, she took a deep breath, and swallowed. I was struck by the intensity of her beauty, along with the fragileness of her defiant demeanor. I had to catch my breath before I could begin.

"Strip."

Killian grimaced, but kept her eyes locked onto mine. As far as I was concerned there was no one there except for her and me . I think from her expression that she felt the same way.

The lass removed her top, exposing lush and erect breasts. She folded the cloth carefully and laid it beside her. Next, she pulled down her britches from under her skirt. This too, she carefully folded, and laid on her top. Never taking her intense gaze off of me, she moved to undo her skirt, exposing her nakedness.

The crowd began to whisper and rustle when they noticed her already heavily reddened behind.

I, for my part, broke eye contact long enough to take in the intoxicating sight in front of me. She seemed proud of my longing gaze, even widening her feet for me to get a better look at her lush mound. I looked back up when I saw the glistening wetness slipping down both of her legs. She seemed to be trying to fall into me, and make the outside world disappear. She succeeded.

Now came the hard part. If she was going to bolt, it would be now.

"Kneel in front of your Queen."

Killian’s eyes took on an angry stare, nearly becoming black. She didn’t move.

"Now, Killian."

She was warring with herself, it was plain to see. This act would be extremely humbling for her, and I knew she was rarely made humble, even when disciplined by her Queen. This was the keystone to the lesson, and my commitment to her.

Finally, her eyes softened, and she gave me a brief nod before kneeling to face her Queen.

The first battle for her soul was won.

"Apologize to her for your misbehavior."

It was one thing for me to get this lass to apologize in front of five Amazons, but this was her whole tribe, and then some.

She looked at me darkly, and worked her jaw.

I rose my eyebrow at her, and waited.

"I, um, I…I…"

Her struggle gave me knots in my own stomach.

"Mmm… M..my Queen…"

"Look at her, Killian."

Killian made two fists as she kept her eyes focused on the ground.

Again we waited.

As she struggled to lift her head, I saw the first tears trickle out. I knew this must be killing her to have to go through this so publicly. My heart ached for her, but my resolve was steadfast.

Killian raised her head, and looked into her Queen’s eyes. I was pleased.

"My Q..Queen. I… I…"

Killian looked at me with distress. She needed my help.

"You can do this, lass." I spoke softly enough that only those close by could hear. "I know you can. Just say what is in your heart."

Tears streamed down her face now, and she struggled to catch her breath.

"Go on, Killian. You can do this."

"Ok. If you say I can, Caitlin."

I wanted to take her in my arms right then, and forget this whole thing. Instead I pointed her toward the Queen again.

"My Queen. I am so sorry for what I did. I was upset that you were keeping me from the Amazon challenge, and I just….I just….. got so mad……. I am sorry. I am sorry I disobeyed you, and even sorrier for getting Hildy and Merris in trouble."

At that, she hung her head again.

"Please forgive me," She said to the platform.

Queen Marga took her chin, and lifted it up so Killian could see her warm eyes.

"I forgive you, Killian. I want you to know it takes a brave woman to face up to her misdeeds, and accept the consequences. I know this is very new for you, and equally as hard. I am proud of you."

Killian couldn’t help herself, she reached out and hugged the Queen’s leg’s, sobbing deeply.

Marga looked at me, and nodded her approval, as she patted Killian’s back.

After a time, Killian’s crying ceased, and she let go of her Queen. She looked at me for further instruction.

"Turn around, Killian, on your knees, and face your Sisters."

Killian looked at me, horrified. I felt for her, but she needed to go through this.

"Killian, do it. Now."

I could see her face get ashen as she struggled to turn and face her Sisters, naked and on her knees.

"Now. Apologize to them for your flagrant disrespect and misbehavior."

I saw her turn red in embarrassment. She was trembling more now. It was too hot out for it to be the weather. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I suspected she was looking through the crowd for a friendly face. I picked out Killian’s friend Luna in the crowd, waving. Killian saw her too, and smiled.

Killian looked back at me. I am not sure if it was for reassurance, or a hope that I would stop everything and spare her.

I nudged her with my head, to turn back around, and do what I had instructed.

I had to smile. She lifted her head and looked out on that crowd, shaky and covered with a fine sheen of sweat, but I could see her spark clearly.

She intoxicated me so. I wanted to just leave all of this behind, take her somewhere private, and ravish her for hours. Come to think of it, after this, I was going to do just that. She was so raw and so deeply compelling to me as she kneeled before her tribe. My whole body ached to touch her.

"My Sisters. I didn’t mean…. I couldn’t help…. Um……."

I saw her close her eyes as she tried to gain composure.

She sighed deeply, tilted her feisty head back, set her jaw, and opened her piercing eyes.

"My Sisters. I have misbehaved, and got not only myself, but two others, into danger, where we may have gotten really hurt if Caitlin had not happened upon us as she did. I know I don’t follow the rules well."

This garnered a few cackles and hoots from the crowd. Marga waved them quiet and put her hand on Killian’s shoulder, instructing her to continue.

Killian was shaken again, and fought to find Luna in the crowd..

"I am truly sorry my Sisters. I will do better. I promise. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I hope you can one day, um… forgive me."

There was a buzz, and quiet chatting amongst the women. A few heads nodded in agreement.

Killian stayed kneeling there, knowing better than to move without permission.

Another round won.

"Killian. Stand up, and come here."

"Yes, Caitlin." She said as she got to her feet, and came to me.

She stood before me so open and trusting. Her eyes looked steadily into mine without a hint of defiance. Her lush body called to me, her nipples erect, her mound shiny with her own dew. I was in awe of her at that moment.

I took a deep breath and focused on what I must, what she needed, me to do.

"Killian. Remove my belt."

Her hands were trembling as she reached up and fumbled with undoing the looped end of my belt. When she got to the buckle, she hesitated, and looked at me. She stood so close, I wanted to reach down and take her lips with mine. I didn’t.

I raised my eyebrow, just to get myself back in charge.

She swallowed and finished undoing my belt. She handed it to me, her brown eyes reverent.

I took the belt from her with our eyes still locked. She raised her head, and stood up straighter, letting out a breath. My heart jumped a beat witnessing her trying to put on a brave front.

Two of the elders brought the table forward. It was ornately carved oak, draped with a silk woven cloth of Artemis with here bow. Marga stood near it at the center of the stage. She motioned for me to continue.

"Bend over the table, lass."

She closed her eyes. She was trembling and breathing in short bursts. It looked to me like she was willing herself to obey me, and not run.

I waited.

After a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes. Her trembling was still there, and tears were threatening, but the resolve in her eyes was stronger.

"Yes, Caitlin."

She laid herself over the table and grabbed a tight hold of its edge.

Her bottom rose before me, tinged with a deep blush. I longed at that moment to have the pleasure of just caressing this ass for a long time. My own center contracted involuntarily.

I took a minute to let her think about her situation. She shifted uncomfortably against the table. I knew her head was spinning with trepidation. That was just how I wanted her to be.

I wound the length of the long belt around my right hand a few times, pulling it tight as I did so.

I placed my left hand at the small of her back to hold her steady. I then took one last look at Marga, who nodded.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

I wanted the first few blows to shake her up, and get her attention. By the sound of her anguished gasping, I had succeeded.

Over and over I came down with the belt on her butt and thighs. She made involuntary bursts of noise each time I struck a blow, but otherwise stayed still.

At ten strokes I was just getting warmed up. Her grunts were getting more pronounced now, but still she did not move, save for the trembling.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

At 15 her breathing had become labored, and her legs started to really shake.

Still, I did not let up.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

At twenty strokes she was sobbing. She tried to stay still with gallant effort, but it was clear to me that she needed my hand to hold her in place.

She had welts covering most of her butt and thighs now, but I knew she still needed more.

I was beginning to wear out myself. This would be over soon, for both of us.

Five more strikes, and I was finished.

She cried hard, but she did not beg. I was proud of her.

I held her in place as I lifted my head to Marga.

"It is done," said the Queen to the deathly silent crowd.

Nearly everyone, including me, let out a held breath. The crowd began shifting and murmuring approval.

I think they hadn’t expected me to be so hard on Killian, considering my strong feelings for her. I believe I was correct in my assumption that I must be hard on her, or she would risk more attacks just as vicious as the one in the jail.

I held Killian in place across the table until I heard her sobbing cease, and her breathing return to normal. When that was clear to me, I took her by the arm and stood her slowly up, being sure to support her on her shaking legs.

The lass was dazed, but she managed to look up at me with relief in her eyes.

I looked at Marga again.

"Are we through here?" I asked tonelessly.

"Yes Caitlin, Killian is free to go. You did well."

"It needed to be done."

I bent down and put Killian over my shoulder.

Marga put up a hand to quiet the rustling gathering.

"There is food and drink awaiting you, my friends. You need only turn around and enjoy."

I crossed to the steps, and walked down them, holding Killian carefully.

We passed directly through the crowd as it parted respectfully before us.

I headed straight for my cabin, at the back of the village.

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Continued in Parts 9 thru 12, 'Caitlin's Chronicles'

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