Black Dorn [submission/punishment/bondage] by Daryl Devore Page A

as she dropped to her knees. Duncan took the
horse’s reins as Malack dismounted.
    He reached up to help
Branwyn down. Without a word to her, Malack walked away. Trea
walked toward him. As he passed, he snarled, "She is as she
was."
     
     
    Once in her room, Branwyn
fell across her bed and wailed. When her sobbing softened, Leah
whispered, "A warm bath?"
    Branwyn wiped her tears and
nodded. "I have grown to like baths."
    Soaking in the rose scented
water, sipping the mulled wine, Branwyn remained silent. Leah had
finished straightening the room when Branwyn whispered, "I have
truly angered him."
    Leah stood near the
bath.
    "We…he…he met me in the
meadow. I was walking. He put me on his horse. We rode to a creek.
We dined and talked. He told me…he asked me to call him
Malack."
    "Oh, Dune." Leah lost her
composure, knelt next to the bath then leaned on its edge waiting
to hear more.
    "He kissed me. It was
wondrous. I had not known anything could be so…so… there is no word
for it. My heart soared. More wine?" She held out her
goblet.
    "I have no more, but I shall
get some." Leah hurried from the room.
    Branwyn exited the bath,
dried herself and settled onto her bed. Leah returned, filled her
goblet and eagerly waited for more gossip.
    "He pleasured me and it
was…again, I desperately search for a word to…he caused a fire in
my body. It was like pleasant torture. His mouth, his fingers, his
lips, his hands all caressing me. Look, I have goose bumps
remembering it." She rubbed her hand along her pebbled flesh. "When
it ended, I sank into a dream. It seemed like a warm blanket being
wrapped around me." A tear trickled down her cheek. "I offered to
pleasure him as it would be my tragor."
    A puzzled look crossed Leah
face.
    "He said he would not take
what was my master’s to take, but he could have everything else.
While he instructed me, he was uncomfortable." She smiled at the
memory. "Very uncomfortable. I offered, but he refused. He said it
would be dealt with later. It would add to his enjoyment of
pleasuring me. When I awoke from my nap, I again offered but he
became… Oh! I believe I understand why he got angry. I mis-spoke. I
should not have said tragor. He is insulted." She paused. "If he is
insulted that means he…" She covered her mouth as an idea formed in
her mind. "He is in love with me."
    "Yes, he is." Leah
giggled.
    "I must go to him. Drop to
my knees. Beg forgiveness."
    Leah pressed her dune to
return to her bed. "No, he is drunk. Duncan says he has already
bedded two and is in a mood most foul."
    "I shall have to apologize
to everyone in the castle." She nestled down in her bed then
giggled. "The Gon-Dra’s in love with me."
    As Leah pulled up the
covers, she whispered, "Yes Dune."
    Sleep would not come.
Branwyn tossed and turned. She pushed back her covers. She would
find him and beg forgiveness. She must. If he was to love
her.
    As Branwyn walked down the
passageway, no sounds echoed. Guards snapped to attention as she
passed. Someone cried out. Not a cry of grief, but one of bliss.
She hurried in the direction she believed it came from. Standing
next to a broad door, what she heard caused her to pause. "Gon-Dra.
Release into me. More. More! More!"
    Branwyn opened the door
enough to slip inside. It was a large room, one she had never been
in. At the far end, Malack pounded himself into a screaming dune.
She sat in a chair, with her raised legs suspended by straps. He
held her roughly by her hair, and possessed her with a furious
energy. From the doorway, Branwyn could see the sweat rolling off
his back.
    "No wait, I am not ready to
surrender," the dune called.
    "…care not!" he gasped
slamming himself into her with such force that the chair moved.
"Aaaah!" When his breath returned, he slipped his manhood out of
her. As he dressed he said, "Surrender yourself. It is not the
concern of the gon-dra if a dune is pleasured." He exited by a side
door.
    The dune struggled to free
her legs from their