Black Dorn  [submission/punishment/bondage]

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Authors: Daryl Devore
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gon-dra bedded her. Almost
tore her into two halves. The guards could hear her
screams."
    "Screams of ecstasy."
Radella leaned in to whisper. "She loves—"
    All chatter ceased as Duna
Trea entered the room. She pointed to someone near the front. A
girl stood next to her. Branwyn did not know this dune. Trea
flicked her hand. The girl stripped, leaving her clothes in a pile
at the foot of the platform.
    "She is naked…down there."
Branwyn’s hand covered her mouth. Many other dunes whispered among
themselves.
    Clovis leaned over to
whisper, "I have heard that some men prefer their dune’s like that.
It is so they can watch their manhood as they bed them."
    "I wonder how she removes
the hair?" Radella seemed intrigued by the sight.
    Trea pointed to the chair.
The girl mounted it and placed her feet in the straps, exposing
herself to the other dunes. Trea pulled an object from the folds of
a bag. It was thick and shaped like a manhood, but with ridges on
it. She picked up a jug of oil, poured it on the object then on the
dune’s exposed genitals. Rubbing the oil around, she slid the bulb
into the dune’s pleasure hole, snapped her fingers and the object
slid in the distance of one ridge. The silence was shattered by the
chatter of the surprised dunes.
    "That is a lune. We are to
be trained in a special skill for our masters." Clovis
whispered.
    With a snap of Trea’s
fingers, the lune slid deeper into the dune. She snapped her
fingers three times. The object disappeared. Releasing the dune’s
feet, Trea helped her to stand then slapped at her inner thighs. As
the dune stood legs apart, Trea held her hand underneath. Nothing
happened. The dune held the object.
    Trea clapped once. A bit of
the lune descended. She clapped again; more of it appeared. She
snapped her fingers. The lune jerked back inside.
    Branwyn glanced at her
fellow dunes. The dune had everyone's undivided
attention.
    Trea stepped forward. "You
each will go to a serving girl, get a lune and a jug of oil. Pour
oil onto the lune then run your fingers over it. Get to know what
it feels like. Prepare yourself by pouring oil on your pleasure
hole.
    Excited chatter filled the
air as each dune rose, went to a serving girl and collected her oil
and lune. Branwyn settled herself on the pillows near her
friends.
    Radella winked at Clovis.
"Let me." She dribbled some oil down the insides of Clovis’s thighs
then spread it around with her fingers. She slipped one inside and
stroked her. Clovis moaned.
    Trea’s voice boomed across
the room. "Radella, remove your hand. I expect you dunes to do well
in this lesson. You have been selected for this training. Do not
fail me."
    Branwyn did not look up. She
suspected Duna Trea looked at her.
    For the first hour, peals of
laughter filled the room as each dune tried and failed. Some
managed to pull the lune into themselves, but it dropped to the
floor as soon as they stood. Branwyn lay on her back with the lune
partially in her, but try as she might, she could not draw it in.
Radella lifted her head to check where Duna Trea went to, then
reached over and slid Clovis’s lune in and out. "Try it," she
whispered to Branwyn. "The ridges increase your
pleasure."
    Branwyn peeked over the
pillows. On the other side of the room, Duna Trea spoke with a
dune. She reached between her legs and slid the lune in. The ridges
rubbed her with a delightful sensation. She started to pull it out,
when Trea’s face appeared above hers. She clamped her muscles
shut.
    "Ah, you managed to insert
it. Stand. Let us see if you can hold onto it."
    It took a moment for Branwyn
to organize herself but she managed to stand. No thump. Trea held
her hand underneath. Nothing happened. Trea straightened then
explained how to relax and tighten her muscle to allow the lune to
drop a bit. Branwyn’s first attempt was a failure as the lune fell
to the floor. Trea smiled. "Keep trying, Branwyn. Radella, touch
Clovis again and I will beat you."
    Several dunes

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