Lesbia Chronicles: Over Witch's Knee

by Ther Renard

  Seeing the fate that had befallen their comrades and realizing that they were now outnumbered, the two remaining brigands turned tail and fled into the depths of the forest. Atrocious missed their retreat because she was curled over on her side, vomiting into the bushes and shivering in shock.

  She'd never seen anything like it before. Her relatively sheltered life had kept her safe from the violence which Kira and Ayla seemed to be able to take part in almost casually. Neither of them had so much as flinched during the attack. They killed without thought, without mercy, without fear.

  When there was nothing left in her tummy, Atrocious emerged from the bushes to find the witch and the warrior deep in muttered conversation. They turned as one when she drew within earshot.

  "Will you be leaving now, then?" Ayla asked the question with a hint of a dry smile.

  There was no way Atrocious was heading into the forest on her own. If she'd been caught alone with those brigands she would have been diced and sliced in less than a minute. She thought she'd known fear before, but the fear she now felt was an entirely different beast, a real one that lived and breathed and wanted to kill her for no reason at all.

  "I might stick around," she said, shrugging offhandedly as if she weren't making a massive concession.

  "Then you're going to have to tell us why the Imperials want you," Kira said sternly.

  Atrocious looked at her quickly, then looked away again. She'd been giving Kira a lot of attitude, but having seen her cut someone down made Atrocious feel much less like mouthing off. "It was nothing," she mumbled towards the foliage. "I stole a horse from one of their soldiers."

  "But you were caught? How did you escape?"

  "On the horse," Atrocious admitted. "When I went to Ayla's place I was looking for a saddle blanket or something."

  "Is that all?"

  "Yes."

  Kira made a low warning growl. "You're lying."

  "I'm not!" Atrocious' voice rose high in a shivery wail.

  "They would not send so many soldiers after a horse thief," Kira insisted. "Certainly they would not bother to track a horse thief down. There's something you're not telling us."

  "There's not! I promise!"

  "She could be telling the truth." Ayla cut into the conversation. Atrocious smiled at her in relief.

  "What are the odds of a thief telling the truth," Kira sneered.

  Atrocious bit her tongue. She very much wanted to tell Kira to go boil her head, but the image of the brigand being sliced in two was still fresh in her mind.

  "I choose Ayla," she said.

  Kira snorted. "What are you talking about?"

  "For my mistress. I choose Ayla."

  Ayla smiled, but gave Atrocious no answer in response to the declaration of her choice. There was no time. They had to press on before it became necessary to barbecue more bandits.

  ~~~

  The trio eventually took refuge in a little inn a few miles away. It was a simple establishment so there were no rooms to be had, just the hearth which provided a limited amount of comfort in the form of animal skins laid on the stone surround. Atrocious huddled to the side of the fire by herself, keeping silent and distant from Ayla and Kira. She tried to get some rest, but sleep was not an option. When she gazed into the fire, visions of blood and violence danced constantly before her eyes. If she closed her eyes, the visions became worse, more gruesome, more realistic. In spite of her torment, sleep would not be denied. As the hour grew later and her fatigue increased she started to nod off, tipping dangerously towards the flames.

  "Careful!" Kira took her by the arm and pulled her back from the fire. Startled into full consciousness, Atrocious emitted a small involuntary shriek of distress.

  "What?" The warrior frowned slightly and let go of her.

  "Nothing," Atrocious lied as she curled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

  "She's afraid of you," Ayla surmised. The witch had wrapped herself in her hooded robe and only the very tip of her nose could be seen catching the light of the fire.

  "Of me? Why?" Kira's brow furrowed. "I haven't done anything to her."

  The witch turned her magnetic gaze on Kira. "You killed a woman in front of her."

  "You killed a man, why wouldn't she be afraid of you too?"

  "Maybe she is."

  "Stop it!" Atrocious piped up. "I'm not afraid!"

  That was a lie nobody bought. "It's okay to be afraid," Kira said. "Especially if you've never seen someone die before. But..." She reached over and took Atrocious' chin between her thumb and forefinger, holding the young thief's gaze with her own solemn eyes. "Do not fear me. I acted in your defense."

  Atrocious knew all too well that without Kira and Ayla, both of whom had acted with extreme violence, she would have been at the mercy of the bandits - and they had absolutely no mercy at all. Still, the same fingers that now held her face with a gentle tenderness had been used to bring quick and bloody death. That was not something easily overcome.

  "Take comfort in the fact that they deserved it," Kira advised her. "Take comfort in the fact that they will not slaughter any more innocent travelers. Take comfort that they did not suffer at the end - and do not make yourself suffer either."

  ~~~

  When sleep finally came, Atrocious had a dream. In her dream she was back in the forest, bent over and pushed across a rough log. Her britches were around her knees, her bottom exposed. A strong hand ran up her back and grabbed the hair at the base of her head, tugging so that she was forced to arch her hips up, offering her secret places like a cat in heat.

  For once she was not being spanked, instead something much more pleasurable was happening. Something hard and smooth and round was tracing up and down her pussy lips and pressing against the entrance of her body. It was firm and insistent, but not rough. She looked back over her shoulder and couldn't see anyone, but she knew in that queer way one has of knowing in dreams that it was Kira.

  Ayla was there too, she could sense her presence, but it wasn't until Kira's phallus pressed Atrocious' pussy lips apart and sought entrance to her slick channel that Ayla became visible. She stood in front of Atrocious wearing the same cloak she had been wearing when Atrocious fell asleep. But now she was not clothed under it. As Kira's phallus slowly sank into her pussy, stretching, filling and claiming her, Atrocious' eyes feasted on the golden down at the 'V' of Ayla's thighs.

  "She's fucking me, Mistress," Atrocious whispered in the dream.

  "Give her your pussy," Ayla said. "Let her fuck you."

  Atrocious obeyed, moaning softly as Kira began to thrust the phallus in and out. It was a gentle fucking and she could feel the ridges of the device as they slipped in and out of her most secret place. The grip on her hair loosened. Kira's strong hands slid down her back in a languid massage that ended with the warrior gripping Atrocious by the hips and tipping her up so the phallus, which was secured to Kira's body with leather straps, could slide deeper into Atrocious' pussy.

  It was strange to be watched whilst she was fucked, but in the dream it also seemed natural. Ayla was standing guard, making sure no harm came to her whilst Kira pleasured her in the most intimate of ways.

  Slowly but surely, Kira picked up pace and soon Atrocious was being slammed over the log, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

  "Naughty thieves get their pussies fucked. Naughty thieves get their bottoms spanked."

  Ayla was saying the words like a chant or a mantra. Atrocious wanted to climax, but she couldn't. The dream wouldn't let her. All she could do was whimper and beg for release from her captors.

  Then the dream changed. She was indoors somewhere. She was no longer being fucked by Kira. Instead she was sitting on Ayla's lap. The witch was playing with her wet pussy. Ayla's fingers skillfully teased the nub of her clitoris out from its little hood and began spanking it lightly whilst Atrocious squirmed halfway between ecstasy and pain.

  "Your pussy is mine," Ayla murmured in her ear. "
Your clit, your cunt, it's all mine." Fierce possession was evident in the way she wrapped her arm around Atrocious' waist, holding her still on her lap whilst she punished her apprentice's clit.

  "Is this real?" Atrocious squealed the question. "Is this real life?"

  "It's going to be," Ayla said. "Just as soon as you find me the juggling fish..."

  "Huh?"

  "I'm going to spank your... blueberry pie."

  The dream was fading, losing coherency, but the very real pool of wetness between Atrocious' thighs remained a testament to the potency of her imaginings.

  Chapter Six

  "Stick 'em up!"

  Atrocious came to consciousness slowly and reluctantly. She had not slept at all well. The stone hearth was uncomfortable and her dreams had been... disturbing. It appeared that morning was not going to bring any relief from her ongoing woes. As sleep fog faded from her mind, Atrocious became aware that she was being robbed before she'd so much as opened her eyes for the day. It was almost enough to convince her not to bother getting up at all.

  "Stick 'em up," a strident and enthusiastic voice demanded again.

  "I do not think so." Kira spoke to Atrocious' left.

  "Nor do I," Ayla chimed in on her right.

  Atrocious risked opening one eye. The sight that greeted her surprised her into opening the other eye too. They were being robbed by a young woman about the same age as her, a woman who seemed to have fashioned her attire according to entirely fanciful whim. Her bright blue pants were wide and baggy, after the fashion of a pirate. The leather vest she wore looked sturdy enough, but the gaudy yellow shirt underneath it was bright enough to qualify as an assault on the eyes in its own right. In addition to the blue and yellow attire, she was adorned with colored bangles clattering up and down her arms and wide gold loops stuck through her earlobes.

  She was pretty. Very pretty actually. Her eyes were almond shaped, vaguely exotic and her skin had a natural native tan that would have needed no sun to maintain. Her lips were full and sensual, smeared with red berry juice. Atrocious might have been tempted to think that she was a sweet sort of person, but the fact that she was threatening the three of them with a curved scimitar and the sort of broad grin that suggested she enjoyed what she was doing rather a lot, could not be ignored.

  "Stick what up?" Atrocious inquired, endeavoring to be more helpful than Ayla and Kira. Their flat refusal to stick things up would hardly be improving the situation.

  "Oh sorry. Your hands. Stick your hands up," the robber clarified.

  "Nobody is sticking anything up," Kira interrupted rather crossly. "Run along, little girl. You do not want to start trouble with us."

  The robber took umbrage to Kira's dismissal. Her brow furrowed deeply and she took a step towards the warrior. "Listen, crone," she sneered. "I'm the one saying what's going on here."

  Atrocious' tummy rumbled. "I'm hungry," she said, sitting up.

  She was not overly concerned by the robber. Why should she be? Ayla and Kira had demonstrated that they were more than capable of dealing with brigands and bandits of all kinds. A sole robber dressed in outlandish clothing was hardly going to do any of them harm.

  "Give me all your gold," the robber demanded. "And in return I shall spare your lives."

  Kira growled and started moving forward but at a sign from Ayla, she stopped. Where Kira was irritated and Atrocious hungry, Ayla seemed faintly amused by the situation.

  "What a fearsome robber you are, and what a generous offer you make us," Ayla said, trying and failing to keep a patronizing note out of her voice.

  "I see what the problem is," the robber declared. "You aren't taking me seriously."

  "They don't take me seriously either," Atrocious commiserated.

  "Have you tried poking them with something sharp?" The pretty robber made the inquiry with genuine interest.

  "I haven't, actually.”

  "She wouldn't be silly enough to try," Kira interjected. "She knows the consequences would be unpleasant."

  "You should definitely poke them with something sharp,” the robber advised. “Especially the old one."

  Whilst Atrocious was giggling at the way the robber had so very neatly found a button of Kira's to press, Kira was losing her temper and lunging at the robber. She came rushing by Atrocious in a mass of feminine flesh and rage.

  "You'll learn a lesson today, my girl!" Kira made the declaration in a snarl. Thankfully she had not unsheathed any weapon, but Atrocious knew well enough it would not be pleasant for the robber if Kira managed to get a hold of her.

  She needn't have worried. When Kira got to the spot where the robber was standing, she wasn't standing there anymore. She'd taken a leaping jump backwards, leaving Kira to fall foward. Whilst the warrior was a victim of her own momentum, the robber took a running step and jumped, using Kira's back as a spring board. She landed on the hearth next to Atrocious, who applauded her acrobatics with great vigor.

  "Ladies, you are having the pleasure of being robbed by the great Rogette," the robber announced as she took a dramatic bow. "Please place your valuables on the floor and take your leave through the front door."

  Kira stumbled up to her feet, her face beet red with embarrassment. "Get out of here," she said to Rogette. "Get out of here while I'll still let you live."

  Rogette smirked. "You can't touch me, let alone kill me.”

  Atrocious was rather enjoying the showdown between the robber and the warrior, but Ayla had to go and ruin it all by casting a spell.

  Rogette had been thoroughly distracted by Kira, so she did not see the paralysis spell coming. Atrocious didn't see it coming either, but she knew what had happened the moment the robber's eyes went wide and her muscles strained against invisible bonds. Suddenly unable to keep her balance, Rogette began to tip forward and would probably have smashed her face into the stone if not for Atrocious, who caught her and guided her down safely.

  "That was a dirty trick.” Atrocious scowled at Ayla over the fallen robber.

  "You would have preferred being robbed?" Ayla's amusement was very much in evidence, her cheeks were dimpling with the humor of it all.

  Before Atrocious could make any reply, Kira came forward and stood over the robber with a gloating smirk on her face. "Well what shall we do with her? How shall we teach her a lesson?"

  "You're not going to do anything," Atrocious insisted. She felt quite bad for Rogette, who appeared to be quite a good robber, if not for a certain lack of magical resistance.

  "You don't have any say in this," Kira snapped.

  "The hell I don't," Atrocious replied, drawing on all her courage as she stood up to the warrior. She shuffled around to place herself in front of the prone robber, making sure Kira couldn't get all grabby with Rogette.

  Kira looked down her nose imperiously at Atrocious. "Do you want to share in this robber's punishment?"

  "Do you want my foot in your ass?" Atrocious wasn't sure where the threat had come from, but she liked it, it sounded good, strong.

  What didn't sound nearly as good or strong was the squeal that she emitted when Kira picked her up by the front of her shirt in one swift, strong movement and fixed her with a glower. "I like you. You're cute most of the time," she said, her voice sonorous and low. "But if you push me, I will whip your ass."

  Atrocious and Kira stared each other down whilst Atrocious dangled from the warrior's grasp. It was all dreadfully impressive, but Atrocious just couldn't get into the spirit of the thing.

  "I'm hungry," she said. She was more than hungry, her stomach was growling and also somewhat unpleasantly sore in a familiar, unwanted way.

  Taking Atrocious' words as some kind of acknowledgment of her authority, Kira lowered her down to the floor. "Then eat something and stay out of my way whilst I deal with this robber."

  "Just leave her alone," Atrocious snapped testily. "Can't you go five blasted minutes without starting a fight with someone?"

  She turned away from Kira and
started going through Ayla's bag. She was pretty sure the witch had packed some food in there. She was craving sweet satisfying goodness, something derived from the cocoa bean if at all possible. She went through the bag tossing out dried meats, dried fruits, cheeses, even the fine bread she usually enjoyed greatly. "Why isn't there any proper bloody food in here?"

  "What are you looking for?" Ayla made the inquiry patiently even as Atrocious made an unholy mess out of their provisions.

  "Something worth bloody eating," Atrocious growled.

  "Who do you think you're speaking to that way?" Kira interjected, saving Ayla the trouble.

  "This doesn't concern you."

  Kira laid a hand on her shoulder and turned her around. "It does concern me. You're being very rude."

  "Oh no! The person who chops people in two thinks I'm rude!" Atrocious rolled her eyes and turned back to her search.

  Almost speechless, Kira turned to Ayla. "I thought you said she was scared of me?"

  Ayla did her best to hide her growing amusement. "Maybe she got over her fear in her sleep."

  "Maybe I should put some of it back into her," Kira said, scowling at the back of Atrocious' head. Kira was not accustomed to being dismissed and it was happening twice in one morning. That was almost too much for her ego to bear.

  "Yes!" Atrocious made a grunt of happiness as she laid hands on a large block of chocolate. She stuffed the edge of it unceremoniously into her mouth. The rich treat melted against her tongue and as the first traces of the candy slid down her throat she made a soft moan of pure contentment.

  Her eyes narrowed, Kira seemed to be back at the edge of her tether. "At least pay attention if you're going to insult me," she growled, snatching the chocolate out of Atrocious' hand.

  It was a mistake.

  Atrocious turned with a feral expression on her face. Her eyes burned with a primal rage and her upper lip curled in a snarl.