Squatterby Nessa
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Nessa also preferred the forest. She was at home with the sounds and sights of it. She and Tuttle had been given a turn at patrolling the property for the inn and it's sinners. She was pleased to have the responsibility of seeing to the safety and privacy surrounding the inn. After all, she would be calling this home for a while.
She watched Tuttle's ears pull up stiff as the mare lifted her head and stopped. The warrior had learned to trust Tuttle's senses as much as she trusted her own. Listening, Nessa picked up on a sound unusual to the forest. "Breathing,” she thought, "hard breathing." She dismounted and dropped the reigns.
Winding softly around trees and brush, Nessa followed the sound. It had changed now from raspy breathing to sobbing. She knelt down at the edge of a small clearing and spied the source. A twisted log served as a bench to a small figure huddled over knees. Nessa saw thin arms wrapped around those knees as if life depended on it. Head down and shoulders heaving the crying continued. Looking around the rest of the camp, Nessa got the picture. This person was alone and very nearly inept at survival judging from the state of things.
Nessa stood. She left her sword where it was. "This is no threat,” she thought. She walked up to the poor thing and stood silently for a moment then, "Ahem." It was her best low and deep. Without warning Nessa was suddenly grabbing at flailing arms and avoiding kicking feet. She twisted and swung a leg under the kicks catching behind knees. She pivoted as the small body lost any footing it had. The Celt jumped to straddle the stunned figure and pinned small wrists to the ground. It wasn't much of a battle to subdue the twisting kid. Nessa grabbed both wrists in one hand and slapped a dirty face hard with the other. She heard a cry of pain and felt the young body go still beneath her.
She had her own bout with surprise when she looked at that face. "It's a bloody girl!" she thought. Nessa held the girl still and let her eyes wander from the sparkling brown eyes. Hair was matted and unkempt. The rags that once were clothes barely covered the swelling of breasts rising and falling with the girls breathing. "Oooh" thought Nessa, "this is definitely a girl... but not a child." She looked back at what might be a sweet face under all that sweat and forest grub. She smiled and said most politely, "I am going to let you up. Don't fight. I'm not going to hurt you." Then she thought, "yet."
Slowly they unwound from the ground and stood to face each other. The warrior spoke firmly. "I am Lord Nessa. I live at the inn by the beach. This is the property of those who reside at that inn and you are a squatter." She looked around the pathetic site and said, "I think." She noticed the young one flinch at her words. "When did you last have a bath lass? She asked and then, "It looks like you could use a meal." She lifted the edge of the tattered cloth at the girl's shoulder and smirking she said, "And some clothes." She could see that this young woman was fighting to keep a civil tongue now. Nessa was delighted. She smiled and asked, "Do you have a name?"
Eyes that flashed resentment glared at the tall Celt and said. "You can call me Squatter!" She didn't have much feeling left at this point. She really hadn't eaten for a long time and this intimidating bitch was adding insult to injury by pointing out the obvious. She couldn't hold her eyes to those of this Lord Nessa. She dropped her gaze to the ground. She hoped that the very small rabbit she had managed to snare was not in the warrior's view. She didn't want poaching to be added to her crimes.
End part 1
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Nessa raised her eyebrows at the insolence if the filthy creature standing before her. "I don't need an excuse to use my belt on you...squatter," she hissed. "I just don't want to get it dirty." With that she picked the little brat up at the waist and hauled her over her shoulder. She could tell that this one needed food soon. It was that kind of weakness she sensed as the squatter attempted to wriggle away. "A bath before anything." she thought. Fewer things disgusted the warrior more than an unwashed body. Especially such a wickedly nice body.
Nessa spied the little pond she had been looking for and headed there with the captive girl over her shoulder. There was Tuttle, sipping from the pond, peacefully awaiting her master's call. Nessa put the girl on her feet and walked over to Tuttle and removed the saddlebag. She was rummaging through it as she walked back. She stood before the squatter and held out a piece of dried beef. The warrior decided that she wanted a little fight in the girl and nourishment would help bring it back. She knew that a piece of beef would not be enough but it was a start.
Tentatively, squatter reached for the jerky. Her eyes seemed to dilate at the sight. Once she had a bite of it in her mouth, she dropped to her knees and devoured the rest while watching the warrior take a biscuit from that wonderful pack. Soon, she had eaten three more biscuits and another piece of beef. Life seemed to seep back into her. She looked up at the tall woman who loomed above her. She noticed how confident the warrior was, standing with her arms folded waiting. "Waiting for what?" she thought. She got her answer soon enough.
Nessa saw that squatter was finished. She saw a little vitality enter that had not been there before. She saw the eyes go wide with trepidation and she felt happy! Lord Nessa reached down and pulled the girl to her feet. Her voice was clear as she spoke. "You will undress now and get into the pond. I have soap for you." Squatter didn't move. Nessa took the little chin in her hand and lifted it close. She spoke with a seriousness not used before. "Now, either you undress and spare what is left of these rags, or I tear them off you and you will be left with nothing at all... you choose." She loved how the girl swallowed and lowered her eyes in compliance. "Now squatter!"
Squatter jerked at the harsh command. She wanted her clothes. She knew they were tatters but they were her only tatters. The warrior woman gave her a choice that was no choice at all. She stripped carefully and stood waiting for further instruction. The strength of the warrior's way of being sent a thrill through her that landed down in her core. She took the bar of soap from the hand that she thought might be trembling just a little and headed for the water. "Actually" she thought, "a bath will feel good."
It was Nessa's turn to swallow as she watched creamy breasts jiggle and sway while squatter removed her boots and pants. She gazed hard when the girl turned and walked into the water. Her eyes held to that pretty round ass until it disappeared under the water. She imagined what it was going to feel like with the small pretty girl draped over her lap struggling, sobbing and sore. Oooh, she could hardly wait.
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Lord Nessa was waiting with a large drying cloth to drape over squatter when she came out of the pond. It seemed to take forever but the girl had dirt caked on her and probably had some searching and scrubbing to do that required time. Nessa had time.
Finally squatter sloshed to the shore. Her movements were fluid now that she wasn't weighed down with filth and starvation. She felt real again and knew that she had a certain warrior to thank for that. Her long, light brown hair clung to her skin with it's wetness. She was aware of how Lord Nessa was intent on helping her dry... everywhere. She bent down to retrieve her clothes when a large hand grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
Seeing that squatter was about to get those awful clothes back on, Nessa just had to stop her. She had to stop her and she had to have her. She had been feeling the heat rising up in her for an hour now. She was passed the point of patience. She wanted and she would have. "No, no, no little one, not yet," she snarled. "You seem to be forgetting something." How beautiful this creature was! How delicious it was to see the fear creep into her and shine through her eyes.
"Wh..what am I forgetting?" Squatter couldn't seem to speak very well all of the sudden. The look on Nessa's face was wild. She was afraid and incredibly attracted. The grip on her wrist hurt. She leaned into it and whispered, "Please, Lord Nessa, you're hurting me." But the grip remained. Squatter felt a rush between her legs that astonished her.
"What you are forgetting sweet girl," Nessa growled through her teeth, "is your whipping. You know... the whipping I'm going to give you." Oh, how she loved the trembling, the frightened sob.
"Oh, Lord Nessa, I wasn't really squatting." Squatter felt her legs weaken. Attempts at explaining herself sounded useless even to her and she began to plead as the highly aroused warrior drew her toward a fallen tree by the bank. Stopping at the tree, squatter watched Nessa pull her belt from her waist with her free hand. Now she cried.
Nessa could feel the beast straining within her. "Oh, I'm not going to redden your beautiful ass because you were squatting little girl." she explained, "I'm going to do it because I love to do it." Her grin was positively evil as she pulled the pretty girl down over her lap. She wielded the leather strap perfectly. She listened to the whistle of it as it came down, then to the sound of the slap against the tender skin. She listened to the sweet screams of her little captive and she felt a joy that had languished for too long. Again and again she whipped down on that now welted and scarlet ass. She didn't stop until squatter's screams turned to moans.
Nessa stood and pulled squatter up with her only to push the girl down to the grass and command her to lay still. Squatter obeyed without protest. She was burning so badly that her legs were still kicking and she had to will them still. Nessa pulled her shirt off with a yell. She reached into her britches and revealed a large leather phallus to the amazed eyes of the girl. The Lord fell on the struggling girl as she tried to scoot away. "Oh no my little squatter. You may go when I am finished." With that Lord Nessa pulled the girls legs wide open and pushed the thing hard into her. She rocked with abandon. Her orgasm rose up in her and took her like a tidal wave. She dropped over the whimpering girl and did her best to catch her breath.
Lord Nessa mounted Tuttle and thought about what a peaceful afternoon it was. She turned to face the little squatter on the ground where she left her. "You need to be gone from here when I return tomorrow squatter." her voice was oddly calm as she spoke. "If you are still here I will whip you again." Nessa smiled slightly and said, "I will bring more food and some clothes when I come."
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Tuttle relaxed into her walk now that they had entered the forest. The beach didn't set quite right with the mare. Too much soft sand. She couldn't get any speed up and she felt restricted.
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