Black Dorn [submission/punishment/bondage] Read Online Free PDF Page A

introduced
themselves as other dunes.
    To Branwyn’s relief, few
were fully clothed. She was ashamed at her nakedness, but felt a
bit less alone. The conversations paused every time new arrivals
were announced. Branwyn’s new friends quickly offered a bit of
gossip or scandal about whoever had just entered. A tall man
dressed in fine grey robes entered with a woman who moved with the
waddle of one late in a pregnancy.
    "The bulge in her stomach
does not come from the seed of her husband. I hear they haven’t
bedded in many months." The dune called Radella
chuckled.
    "One must not bed when with
child," gasped the dune with brilliant blue eyes.
    Radella’s eyes sparkled with
gossipy glee. "But one must bed to make a child. I hear that Malack
will soon be a father."
    "Again." A dark-skinned dune
with eyes the color of a chestnut mare giggled.
    "Again." The blonde called
Tess smiled.
    "May I ask a question or
would that be wrong?" Branwyn was not sure if she was breaking the
spoken to rule.
    A ripple of laughter erupted
from the dunes. "Those rules do not apply when we are together. We
are equals. Of course you may speak." Clovis gave Branwyn an
encouraging smile.
    Branwyn pointed at all the
different, but beautiful dunes. "Are we all from lands far away? We
speak the same language but we are not alike. Clovis, your hair is
the color of fire and your skin—"
    A forceful blast from the
trumpets ended conversations as the guests were invited to sit. The
heralds announced the arrival of the gon and his wife, the
gonness.
    The gon, once a strong
warrior, now walked stiffly and with a limp. His black beard and
hair were both streaked with grey. The deep maroon of his robes was
decorated with gold trim and a broad gold belt. His wife was fair
skinned and her hair was the color of wheat in the fall. She wore a
dress of dark blue velvet trimmed with gold and lace, which seemed
to drip rubies.
    When the royal couple
reached their chairs, they bowed their heads to the guests, then
sat as everyone applauded. As the guests settled, Branwyn glanced
around the room. Several women were as naked as she and some even
more. They proudly sat next to their husbands, heads held high with
bodies exposed to all.
    The doors flung open, but
there was no fanfare as Gon-Dra Malack strode in the room. He
walked to the center of the room and faced his parents. "Gon
Lacke." Malack lowered his head and bowed. "I bring Black Dorn
conquests from battles."
    Young boys and men struggled
carrying the loads of furs, skins, caskets of wine and jugs of mead
and ale. Soldiers led in chained men and women, who knelt before
the gon and offered their promise of loyalty and fidelity to him
and Black Dorn.
    Gon Lacke stood. "My son,
Malack, has returned, victorious in battle. He brings wealth, new
lands and new people for me to govern. All honor
Malack!"
    A cheer rose from the seated
guests. Malack turned and bowed. His gaze rested on Branwyn. A
glance down confirmed what she sensed. Her nipples jutted out, full
and erect. She felt flushed. Placing a hand on her cheek, she could
feel the heat. I burn with shame at the Gon-Dra seeing me so.
Clenching her fists, she took a deep breath and raised her head. No
longer staring at her, Malack sat next to his father.
    The servants raced in with
food and wine, filling plates and glasses. While the guests dined,
jugglers and musicians entertained. Laughter and conversation
filled the hall.
    Branwyn tried to ignore the
intense eyes that kept staring at her during the meal. Even when
she wasn’t looking in Malack's direction, she sensed he watched
her. She fought every urge to cover her breasts. Although shame
filled her at being exposed before him, Branwyn refused to
disappoint her duna.
    A tall, dark-haired woman
walked to the center of the hall.
    "That is Duna Reelan,"
Clovis whispered to Branwyn.
    "There is another
Duna?"
    "There are four. Duna Trea,
Duna Reelan, Duna Cha—"
    A herald announced, "Dune
Elaya, come