Black Dorn [submission/punishment/bondage] (3 page)

The room was dark as Branwyn
entered and she stood still a moment waiting for her eyes to
adjust. Duna Trea stood next to a large mound of pillows and a
recumbent Malack. She signaled Branwyn to approach, but to be
quiet.

"These wounds are old and
should have been tended to." She knelt next to the soldier to
unlace and open his upper garments. "I should have seen these upon
your arrival last night."

A small smile crossed his
lips. "Only you, Duna Trea, would have the mettle to scold me as my
mother once did. As I trust no one, but you to heal me, and the
wounds did not kill me, they could wait." His head dropped back and
rested on a pillow as his voice grew sleepy. "I was tired last
night and wanted nothing but to find my bed. But I had to greet my
parents and when the others arrived, I had to see that my men and
horses were settled, then I could stand no more. Duncan offered me
mulled wine. I do not remember if I drank it."

"The battles went
well."

"The Gon owns many new
lands. The men we fought were like children. They possessed no
strength. No cunning. They feared us. I left my younger brothers,
Nalar and Pettra, to rule and protect Uplands until I
return."

Duna Trea dabbed healing
paste on his shoulders and chest, then rubbed the mixture into his
skin. "And how are the women in these new lands?"

"Bah. As weak as their men.
So fragile, I would break them in bed."

"Rest your eyes and your
head. Let my herbs soothe you and make you sleep so you will be
strong." Duna Trea massaged his chest, arms and neck, not resting
until he was in a deep sleep. "There now, he will rest. Dune
Branwyn, please come sit over here. Did you rest well?"

"Most wonderfully, Duna
Trea. And you?"

"Excellent. Now we begin
your first and most important lesson - tragor. In your language it
has many meanings. But I believe duty is a good word. Through your
duty, you must submit. Submission is your tragor. Do you understand
what that word means?"

"Yes Duna Trea. I am a very
obedient person. When my aunt or uncle requested I do something, I
did it without question."

"But yesterday I told you
not to speak to anyone unless spoken to first, yet you disobeyed
me. And did it to Gon-Dra Malack."

"I am sorry," said Branwyn.
"I was frightened and confused. I…I did not know who he was. But
Leah explained these things to me."

"So, do you state that you
understand tragor?"

She closed her eyes and
nodded.

"Then stand and remove your
upper garments. Unlace your bodice, let it and your sleeves drop to
your waist."

With trembling fingers,
Branwyn tried to comply, but the laces refused to undo.

Duna Trea waited while
Branwyn fumbled with the laces. "Now your shift. Expose your
body."

Branwyn’s muscles stiffened.
A chill swept through her. "But I will be naked! One should not
expose one’s body to another. It is against the—"

A flash of anger filled Duna
Trea’s eyes.

Remembering Leah’s
instructing and her discomfort, Branwyn did not want to cause any
more pain to her. Surely, Duna Trea knows it is wrong to expose
oneself. She paused, hoping her duna would rescind the
order.

"Tragor." One anger-filled
word hung in the room.

Eyes squeezed shut, and
bottom lip trembling, she reached for the bow to loosen the front
of her shift, tugged on the right sleeve and removed her right arm.
She gripped the material in her underarm and lowered the left
sleeve. Placing her arms in front of her breasts, hands clasped
under her chin, she raised her elbows, letting the material
drop.

"Lower your
arms."

Three simple words cut
Branwyn like knives. She tried to drop her arms, but the muscles
refused to obey. Tears slipped between closed lids and trickled
down her cheeks.

"Tragor, dune."

With every muscle fiber
fighting the motion, Branwyn lowered her arms, but held her hands
clasped before her.

"Place your hands behind
your back. Complete exposure. Good girl. Now step this
way."

Duna Trea stood next to
Malack.

Wiping her eyes with the
back of her hand, Branwyn stepped over and stood next to Trea.
"Have you ever touched a man?"

Her eyes widened. She
covered her gasp with her hand. "No. It would be wrong."

"I thought not. Some lands
lack the knowledge needed to properly train young women. Touch him.
Run your fingers down his chest. Experience what a man feels
likes."

"But…" Touch him. Must I? He
is very handsome. Strong. Maybe just a quick touch.

"My herbs lulled him into a
deep sleep. He may stir, but he will not fully waken."

The magnificence of the man
sleeping before her outweighed her fear. Branwyn wanted to touch
him. Angry wounds and faded scars told stories of hard-fought
battles. Solid muscles proclaimed he had won those
battles.

Trea knelt slipping her hand
along his arm. "Feel the hardness of his body. It is one that knows
how to kill men and pleasure women. Many women. And yes, women can
derive great pleasure from a man. You give pleasure to them and
they give it back."

Following Trea's example
Branwyn knelt and skimmed her fingers across his chest and down his
arm. Rubbing her fingers together, she felt the oiliness of Trea’s
healing pastes. Sniffing her hand, she recognized the aroma of
lavender and yarrow—herbs that induced sleep and contained healing
powers. She brushed back a fallen curl of thick black hair. As her
nerve increased, she stroked his stomach with her full hand,
watching her fingers rise and fall as they ran over the ripples. He
sighed.

"Now, repeat what you have
done with your breasts."

"Duna Trea?" Her breathing
increased to near the beat of her heart.

"It is not your body. Soon
it will be your master’s and you must willingly touch and be
touched. These repeated protests must stop. Do not argue.
Tragor."

Her voice rose an octave.
"But this man is not my husband. It will be a sin. I must
not."

With closed eyes, Duna Trea
rubbed her forehead and sighed. "To please your master and to be
pleased in return, you must lose the thoughts that run through your
head. In your land, your body was evil and the cause of sin. In our
land, it is a joyous object—something to be cherished and honored
in many ways. In your land, as your master’s property, you believe
you must give him sons. Here, we believe you must give him pleasure
and through that, the sons will arrive. If you are unacceptable he
will not join you in bed."

Trea wiped the oils from her
hands and dropped the cloth next to her chair. "Gon-Dra Malack is
not your master, but he is a man and you must learn how to touch
one and pleasure one before you are given." Trea looked down at the
sleeping soldier. "Trust me Branwyn, when I say there is not a
finer man in this land or anywhere. Step here, across
him."

Her step was hesitant, but
Branwyn moved forward. She chewed her bottom lip to steady her
nerves.

"Now, lean over and run your
breasts across his chest. Watch me." Trea untied the ribbons that
held her bodice and shift and lowered the material to her
waist.

Branwyn steeled herself not
to flinch.

The duna leaned over, placed
her hands on the pillows by Malack's shoulders and brushed her
nipples across the breadth of his chest. She straightened and
turned to Branwyn. "See how they respond." The dark pink nipples
were erect. "The nipples on which a baby suckles also please a man.
They can also pleasure you."

Branwyn's brow furrowed. "I
do not understand?"

"You will." Trea checked
that Malack was peacefully sleeping then continued, "When a man
suckles your breast, it causes pleasurable feelings within your
body. You will be glad to offer them to him." She cupped Branwyn's
breasts with her hands.

Branwyn
stiffened.

"And these are full, round,
healthy breasts." Trea bounced her hands up and down feeling the
fullness of Branwyn's breasts. "Any man would desire them. See,
they respond even to my touch. Now, bend over as I did and rub them
on him as I did."

You must do it. You must not
fail this tragor. Branwyn placed a hand on a pillow on each side of
Malack's head. He is handsome. If he were to be my husband I would
tragor. She giggled. Lowering her chest, she became mesmerized
watching her flesh move closer to his. The moment her nipple
touched his, she felt a flush of heat surge through her body. She
swayed back and forth, letting her skin caress his.

A tingling sensation pulsed
through her breasts. It was not unpleasurable. She swayed to the
left and was leaning to the right when Trea's voice broke into her
enjoyment. "Run one along his lips."

Branwyn leaned forward. His
mouth was relaxed. His breathing soft. She lowered her right nipple
near to his lips. She wanted to touch him. An urge in her pricked
her to continue. She touched the top center of his lips and slid
her nipple down toward his chin. It rippled over the ridges of lips
and scratched along his unshaven face. She shuddered and became
aware of an uncomfortable heat growing between her legs.

"See how firm it grows."
Trea had bent over and examined Branwyn's nipple. "The firmer it
becomes the more sensitive it is. Do you feel pleasure?"

Eyes still closed, Malack
shifted then settled. "Hmmm. Trea?" His voice was low.

Branwyn stumbled back. Had
he felt her touch him? Had he felt the same pleasure that she did?
She had enjoyed being near him. Feeling her flesh touch his. The
heat in her body made her place her hand above the mounds of her
breasts and sigh.

The duna leaned forward.
"Yes, Gon-Dra Malack."

"Who is the dune that Leah
serves?"

"Her name is Branwyn. She is
young and untrained."

"She is beautiful and
desirable."

"By the smile on your face,
and the rise in your garments, thoughts of her fill your
dreams."

"Pleasure me. It has been
awhile since a duna has serviced her gon-dra. The women
there…had…no skills." His thoughts wandered as he struggled to
rouse himself from the depth of sleep.

Trea rose and whispered in
Branwyn’s ear. "Stand quietly. Watch and learn," Trea knelt between
his legs, loosened his garments and freed his partially swollen
penis. She slid her hands up and down its length, urging it to
grow. The skill of her fingers brought a quick and full response.
She parted her lips letting the tip of her tongue slid along the
flesh of his swollen penis. Trea reached underneath him and moved
her hand back and forth. She slipped him into her mouth then rocked
forward gorging herself on him. His head fell back, and a contented
smile settled on his face.

Trea stood, lifted her
skirts and straddled his hips. She wiggled her finger indicating
Branwyn should move close. She placed her hand on Branwyn's
shoulder, pulled her closer and spoke softly into Branwyn's ear.
"This is his favorite way to be pleasured. It is a skill you will
learn later in your training." She sat upon him, her hips moving
gently. Malack’s body stiffened. His hips bucked up and down. Trea
closed her eyes. Soft moans alternated between Malack and her. He
grabbed Trea’s hips, thrust upward, inhaled then heaved a slow
sigh. Trea sat a moment longer then rose. She held out her hand to
Branwyn, who held it and helped her walk to her chair. She sat and
rang a small bell.

Branwyn had many questions
to ask, but Trea seemed to be napping. Peeking sideways, she
noticed Malack's once stiff penis relaxed to a softer state. A
serving girl entered. She knelt next to the gon-dra, and using
fragrant cloths, cleaned and then covered him. She turned and
cleansed Duna Trea.

"Tell Duncan to come to his
gon-dra." Trea settled her skirts around her legs.

Moments after the girl left,
a young man entered. He was shorter than the gon-dra with straight
black hair.

Trea spoke to the young man.
"He will sleep peacefully now. His wounds have been tended and his
manhood has been pleasured." Trea turned. "Branwyn, this is Duncan,
Gon-Dra Malack’s waiting-man. He serves Malack as Leah serves you.
If you ever wish to communicate with the gon-dra send the message
through Leah to Duncan. Never again speak to Malack unless spoken
to first."

Duncan raised his eyes.
Branwyn started to raise her arms to cover herself. She glanced at
Trea and quickly lowered them. She forced a smile at
him.

"Very good. You are
learning." Trea nodded her head "Now, let us go for a walk in the
garden. As a reward, you may cover yourself. If I request you to
remove your upper garments, do so, and quickly." Trea led Branwyn
from the room. They wandered in silence among the flowers, then sat
on a bench next to tall standing white roses. "I know these past
few days have been confusing to you. I know I have a difficult task
preparing you. To help, you may ask me what you do not
understand."