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The Training of Tanya
by Bruce McLachlan
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: Tanya returns to her homeland to seek revenge for the abduction of her sister and to face the evil queen she holds responsible for the crime. Her rash attack leads to her capture and incarceration by the monarch's forces, and she is taken in chains to the heart of their empire where she encounters experts of domination, sexual servitude, discipline, and the blackest sorcery. A diabolic Master and his beautiful sadistic assistant force Tanya to endure bondage and sensual abuse while they seek to seduce her into accepting her slavery. Tanya valiantly resists the confession that will end her travail and make her their obedient property, but dark desires begin to rise within her. The excruciating pleasure and delightful distress that they impose upon her body brings distant memories into light--memories of her fall from nobility and her subsequent relocation to a perverse brothel. It was there that the cruel owner, Sebastian, trained her to become a submissive plaything for the depraved nobility of the land. Under his expert tutelage Tanya almost embraced her fate, but was freed before the final conversion occurred. Now, in the dungeons of the castle, Tanya learns how to revel in her captivity. And when she discovers the incredible secret that lies behind the power of the dark queen, she becomes hopelessly lost to the binding power of erotic slavery.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2010 eXtasy Books
eBookwise Release Date: August 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [201 KB]
Words: 44164 Reading time: 126-176 min.

Tanya ground herself against him as he slapped his hips to her rear and such was his state of arousal from the strange ritual that he sated his desire after only a few more thrusts. The flecking of her innards with hot semen caused her face to shrivel in feigned revulsion when all she wanted to do was bellow her rapture and heap gratitude on him, but Denavat wanted distress not delight.
Spasms from the tempestuous orgasm ripped through him and he reached up to massage her hair. Yanking at the tufts in tight clenches, he rode through his bliss.
Tanya's face was pulled up from the floor and the surly flashes in her roots only added to her delectation. Her jaws were spread wide as she gasped and whimpered. The eerie plundering of her rear as he ejaculated into her felt deliciously depraved.
Finally, he wished no more of her and let go. Withdrawing from the fervid orifice he had decorated, his fingers were entwined with the follicles his harsh caresses had accidentally torn out.
Tanya gave a long uneven moan with his retreat. Her opening was throbbing with a strong pulse and she could feel his issue dribbling through the convulsing barricade. So many unnatural things had been forced into and out of her rear that it seemed to be in a state of shock as to what it should do. The flesh twitched and wriggled, and the raw membranes continued to flourish with waves of heat.
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