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

straps. Seed from Malack dripped from her
pleasure hole. Branwyn crossed the room. "You are
Sasha?"
    The dune nodded.
    "Let me finish you. You need
releasing."
    Sweat dripped from Sasha’s
face. "There." She pointed to a manhood-shaped object on the floor.
"Use it inside me."
    "It is shaped like a swollen
man."
    "Yes, it is used when no man
is around and you wish to pleasure yourself. Have you not
learned?"
    Branwyn shook her
head.
    "Place it in me. Yes, slide
it back and forth like a man, were he to be bedding me." The dune
rubbed her clit while she squeezed her nipple. "Harder."
    Fascinated at the motion of
the manhood sliding in and out of the dune, Branwyn tried to give
her the satisfaction she had been denied by Malack. Her groans and
the slurping sounds from where her pleasure came from filled the
room. The dune demanded "more", "harder" and "faster." Branwyn’s
arm ached. The dune’s body gave a short convulse. "Oh. Oh. I
surrender. I surrender!" Branwyn continued her movements for a
moment then slowed. When the dune relaxed, she pulled out the
artificial manhood.
    Branwyn lowered the dune's
legs and helped her out of the chair.
    "I will sleep here." Sasha
dropped to a pillow on the floor.
    "No, you need your bed. Can
you walk?"
    "I do not think so. I feel
like I have been torn into two. The gon-dra’s powerful in his
thrusts, but he seemed possessed by something this evening. A demon
he could not expel."
    Branwyn dressed the dune
then escorted her to the door. Peering through the doorway, she
signaled a guard. "She has been bedded by the gon-dra and cannot
walk to her room. Will you take her?"
    The guard picked her up,
asked where she slept, then followed her instructions.
    As Branwyn returned to her
chamber, her head was filled with the picture of Malack driving
himself into the dune. She had never seen a man bed a woman.
Slipping under her covers, she found herself trembling. Not from
the coolness of the night air, but the fear of being bedded by
Malack. Such anger, such force could not be pleasurable. It must
cause pain. How could pain be pleasurable?
    Malack did not treat me like
that. In that room with the dune, he was gon-dra, masterfully
pleasuring himself. Today at the creek, he had been Malack. Not
pleasuring himself but pleasuring me. Why the difference? Is it
because he loves me and would not hurt me? But how will he pleasure
himself in me, if he does not bed me like he bedded her? She
yawned. What is it he said? The difference between being instructed
and being pleasured is—one’s about tragor and the other is passion,
lust and possibly love. Was he trying to tell me he loves
me?
    Too many confusing questions
whirled in her mind. Maybe answers will come tomorrow. Answers only
Malack can give. Branwyn drifted off into a troubled
sleep.

Chapter Five
    "Is the castle still
standing after the wrath of Malack?" Branwyn asked as Leah helped
her into her morning bath.
    "The others are saying he
bedded four last evening."
    "A lusty
appetite."
    "Duncan has not seen the
gon-dra in such a mood since—"
    "When the wife chosen for
him left him. Silly creature, to reject someone so handsome." Both
girls giggled, then prepared Branwyn for her day’s lesson. She
followed Leah to the room she had found Malack in the previous
night. It looked much larger in the daylight. Pillows now covered
the floor.
    The strange chair still
rested on the platform but the manhood-shaped object was gone. Not
all of the dunes were present. Branwyn seated herself next to
Clovis and Radella.
    "But I heard he had bedded
six, three of them at one time," whispered Clovis. "Good morning,
Branwyn. Are you well?"
    Branwyn settled herself next
to the dunes, nodded a greeting then sighed. "I did not have a good
night’s rest."
    Radella laughed as she
finger-combed her long brown hair. "Nor did many people in the
castle. Where is Sasha? Duna Trea will beat her if she is
late."
    "Sasha is excused today."
Clovis giggled. "She is resting. The