Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Wandering in the Void
Parts 10 thru (23) ...
by the Kindred Lodgers
August 22nd~27th, 2007
Covering her face as she blushed from her little outburst Amethyst pushed to keep up with this pace. In a dress it was always hard to keep up with those wearing pants, unless she resorted to using her bacchae strengths. This was not something she showed unless necessary, but at this moment it seemed so. She pushed her speed to stand before and stop the troop as they marched.
"Wait." She said from nearly 5 feet in front of them. The troop of women stopped and look at her none to kindly. "Maybe she meant no harm, she was just reading and that is not a crime." Amethyst pleaded to the warrior with her wild eyes. They were blazing because of all the emotion. The woman had moved to protect her within the Library.
Jerre headed down the stairs, her hand still wound into the stranger's hair. She crooked a finger, bringing Jasper to her, "Whatever you are up to I would reconsider. And I know you are up to something, dear one."
She marched all three women down the stairs and paused a moment at the bottom, right before entering the room. "Amethyst? You don't want me to come after you."
She raised her voice. "This woman says she is known around here. Do any of you know her?"
Emerald eyes peered lazily over dirty boots, propped high on the tabletop. "Well I'll be fucked," Shasa drawled. Snickers could be heard from the pirate's choice of words. "Look what we have here..."
"Hold her tightly, Jerre." Very slowly, Shasa stood, and painfully limped to the blonde prisoner. "Kinda hard to remember the face..." She smirked as she looked into the gorgeous woman's features. Shasa's own face fell as she remembered the grotesque scar that ran from her own hairline to the edge of her lip.
With anger erasing the remaining beauty she possessed, her eyes dulled; her lips snarled as she grasped the Historians shirt in her hands and rent the fabric in two. Beautiful breasts spilled forward. Shasa leered down at them and grabbed them roughly. Emerald eyes pierced hazel, watching for any sign of weakness, as she mercilessly pinched and twisted the nipples.
Lips so close together, but not for lust. Shasa whispered venomously, "Jay, I can tell them who you are, or I can tell them you're an enemy & they'll fuckin' slice you apart. If I save you, you will service me." Shasa's jaw tightened as she swallowed her self-loathing; she hated what she'd become. "Do we have a deal, or do I watch you die?"
Silently Jay cursed, 'guess ya ain't back in Kansas afterall...'
Stunned at the viciousness her 'friend' had displayed, anger swelled up from within. She was about to lash out with her own spew of venom, but tamped it back down. She had to take back control. This wasn't 'her Shasa'.
Softening her eyes, she tried to reach into the Shasa she knew.
Whispering softly, "Shasa, I need for you to look deep within, past this life, into another...another place. This isn't the real you talking. Well, it's a part of you here but... There must be some recognition, even a slight, of who we are and what we mean to one another."
The Pirate's eyes remained cold, unseeing, refusing. "What part of 'service me or die' didn't you get, wench?"
A muttered "fuck" escaped Jay's lips. A cruel twist of her nipples sent the blonde on tiptoes, arching into the depraved form before her. Hissing with pain, "Where's Kl --" Another savage twist. "Okay okay, dammit, ya got a deal," her breath shortened, eyes stinging, "just stop with the wrenching of my nubs." The pirate's grip eased just slightly.
Staring deep into the emeralds she once knew as sensual, the cruelness she saw nearly unnerved her, "Exactly what kind of service do you want? -- and for how long."
She'd find a way out. Somehow, someway -- she just needed to bide her time.
Amethyst took that moment to rush forward, landing quickly beside Jay and Shasa. It was rare that she took to anyone, as she did only as everyone wished, then kept quiet, but this woman had made move to protect her upstairs. This was more than she could say about any of these fierce warlords.
"You know her?" Amethyst said quietly, with a surprised look, nearly a smile, but she had learned not to count her blessings so quickly. Not here. She looked to Shasa, not really knowing why she was taking the chance to look into the strong one's face. This was a rare burst of courage.
A wicked gleam briefly lit Shasa's eye, as she sent an imperceptible nod of agreement to the prisoner. She turned to the room and snickered, "Aye, I know the wench. Just needed to have a go at 'er tits to be sure." Approving laughter met her ears.
Emerald eyes fell hungrily on gentle Amethyst, standing so near. "You're taken with this slut, eh? Then I'll tell you 'er names Jayling." The hateful one smirked, "I'll have to let you know later, little bacchae, how she tastes."
The pirate turned back to the blonde who had always shunned her advances. "Fore the Dark came," Shasa looked as if saying that phrase revolted her, "she was Lodge Historian." A slight wince was perceived, and she continued in a murmur, "a long fucking time ago."
Amethyst jaw nearly dropped as she listened. The woman did belong here, but why had she returned to such a cruel place. Such a beautiful woman she is, such beauty will be marred and tortured here within these walls.
Wanting to say something Amethyst thought carefully, "Before you enjoy this woman, would you not wish her to be clean and prepared." She drops her head. "I can attend to your wishes, as you see fit." Amethyst took a knee in submission.
Even the mention of the Dark had seemingly sapped the energy from Shasa. Unfocused eyes searched aimlessly until landing on her abandoned bottle of whisky. She waved her hand at Amethyst, grunting for her to do as she liked; then limped back to her table to close a needy hand around the cool glass. She downed the contents before lowering herself carefully into the chair and pouring another.
Jasper broke away from the small group as anger rolled through her, she had to take a few moments to gather her wits as this new information was gleaned. She had been pissed when the Warriors had made the decision to lock up the library. It had been just another way to get even more control over the subs.
Jasper loved to read the scrolls that were in the Lodges library and to have to beg to allowed in the room just ate at her. And now it seemed as though she had someone to blame for the doors being barred.
As the anger settled deep in her belly, Jasper's eye's turned to slits as she watched Amethyst hovering over the wretched wench trying to protect her, that she now feels is the cause of just that much more misery in her life.
Allowing the anger free rein Jasper stomped over to Jayling "so it was you?" she poked the woman in her now exposed chest.
Jayling looked at her warily "Me, what did I do?" stepping back to avoid the poking finger.
Leaning in jasper screams at her "It's all your fault that the Warriors locked the library!" turning towards Amethyst she continued "And you're helping her."
Jay was startled from the outburst of this little harlot, her eyes widened in disbelief. "Have you lost all control of your senses, squirt?!" she spat. Swatting the wagging finger back. "Why in hades name is it MY fault these sodden barbaric Neanderthals locked up the Archives!"
The historian's hazel eyes were blazing with fury as she glared across the dank room at this sorry lot. With hands on hips, breasts heaving, "There shouldn't have been a damned fucking bar across the door in the first fucking place! Someone around here owes ME an explanation!"
She might have looked more fierce if those beautiful ample bosoms hadn't been bobbing and jiggling with each enunciation of her words. The lecherous stares and whistles infuriated her. "Bunch of horny heathens," she muttered aloud.
Turning to the beautiful young bacchae, she softened her face and tone, "Thank you, little one, for coming to my defense. Unlike some others," she glared at the mouthy brat, who herself was still incensed. Leaning in close to Jasper's face, "Better watch your step, youngster, or I may just tell them who my real accomplishes were." Jay raised a knowing eyebrow at her.
Patting the young defender on the shoulder, "Everything will be fine, lass. I have things well in hand," she winked, with a vintage Dj smile adorning her face. Mumbling an, 'I hope,' as she headed towards the filthy table across the room.
Staring at the sight of her beloved friend made Jay's heart ache for her. She was roiling in such agony & despair from the darkness that now consumed her very soul in this insidious realm. "Our sexy slut sailor is in there somewhere," she mused, "there's gotta be a way to tap into it."
Leaning across the table, batting the pirate's boots off the edge, Jay grasped the bottle Shasa had clutched in her long fingers. "This won't wash the pain away, sailor. There's much better ways to be cleansed."
Shasa tried to wrench the bottle away from Jay, desperate to have the only solace she knew. She looked up at the wench, knowing she'd see pity in her eyes - and as often is the case, expectation creates its own destiny. Whether it was truly there or not, Shasa felt the beautiful one pitying her, and the rage that bubbled up was fearsome.
"What do YOU know of PAIN, Jay!?" Shasa stood with difficulty, then grabbed her by the throat. "This is Pain, Jay!" she pointed to her scar. "And this!" she grabbed her hip, "is Pain!"
Undaunted, Jayling grabbed Shasa's shirt above her heart. "And this is pain."
Shasa stared wide-eyed at her, feelings beyond anger threatening to break out. She shoved the newcomer aside, grabbed her bottle and a new one to boot. She limped out of the room, knocking chairs and people out of her way.
Shaking her head, she spoke to the wind, "What have they fucking done to you here." She was pissed.
Determined to find some way to help her sweet friend, well the one in the here and now, she strode out in search of the pained pirate. Jay knew how that damned liqueur affected 'her' Shasa -- it made her mean. An angry, mean Pirate could spell pure disaster. "Well, you're just gonna have to find solace in another fashion, dear, now that I'm here."
Up the stairs she went to the pirate's lair.
All this yelling and violence, it was too much for the bacchae to bear. Tears welled in her eyes as she fought to contain her emotions. "Excuse me, please excuse me." She left the ground in a hurry to leave the scene, but also to watch over the new or should that be returning friend.
Amethyst stayed to the rafters, moving quickly underneath the guise of shadows. This was indeed her talent, hiding. She kept a watchful eye on the woman as she proceeded to follow Shasa into the forbidden lair. She used the secret crack in the upper wall to squeeze through to the next room, being sure to remain silent.
She was petrified and if the others knew of her secret entrances to their rooms...oh she dreaded the thought. The thought of what they might do to her. Amethyst prayed that no harm would come to her or the new friend.
Jasper's face burned with anger, she couldn't believe how the situation had spiraled out of her control. She whirled around, pointed at the wretched one that was trying to make her escape, "STOP RIGHT THIS FUCKING INSTANT, DON'T YOU DARE MOVE ANOTHER GODS BE DAMNED INCH!" she screeched.
Jayling's steps faltered, she spun around to face her own little pain in the ass, she couldn't believe that the small fuming woman had the nerve to try an order her about. Noting that she had the wench's attention Jasper continued, "How, I want to know, did this become about saving that drunken slouch?" indicating the Sailor that was slowly making her way up the stairs not paying any attention to what was going on below.
"My problem on the other hand is far more important than keeping her from her next bottle. Jasper was barely able to keep herself from exploding, spinning on her heel she marched up to Jerre "And you," pokes the muscled chest in front of her, "are you just going to stand there," 'poke' "like a fucking stupid oaf," 'poke' "and let her just go wandering off?" 'poke' " Jasper's eye's got wide as she realized just who she was yelling at.
She stopped her poking finger in midthrust before it could once again make contact with the very muscled chest before her. Tearing her eyes from the bountiful feast before her, Jerre was enraged.
Continued in - Parts 24 thru...
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