Queendom 03: Trial of Celibacy

"Once willing and excited, a normal woman can be more enticed, by stimulating these erogenous zones. Say kissing leads to deep smooches, cuddling leads to poking hard nipples and few gentle strokes down there gets her all wet. And ready. But not for sluts."

The clergyman pointer at her, as his voice underlined.

"Remember boys, women have sex. Sluts just rut."

'I am not a SLUT!', Elanor's eyes screamed in agony underneath the mask, as Ishikawa's rough fingers kept exploring her mouth. The Clergyman continued.

"See, a slut is always in a sexually heightened state. Her whole body is a million erogenous zones intertwined. You don't need to entice her with any sophisticated tact. Unless you want to drive her into an insatiable frenzy that is. And those are useful too.. But why overindulge, when the least would suffice. A perfectly timed subtle touch is enough for her to leak, a gentle breeze blown at her under-ear will make her crumble, a fingertip grazing the small of her back alone will bulge her nipples hard. The mere sight of a tented pants with make her mouth drool."

Saying that, Ishikawa withdrew his hand from her throat, as his other hand, gripping her by the hair, forced her face forward to the listening men. Elanor wondered why her mouth kept itself open, the jawbones locked in place, as if his fingers never left. To her utter shame, the pooled up saliva simply flowed out in copious blobs, and kept going, audibly splattering on the floor below. She could hear surprised gasps from around, and feel the room temperature hiking up. Once the major volumes of spittle cleared, the remaining retention dribbled out the corners of her lips, tracing her body, splashing and coating her hanging breasts.

Her tongue kept dangling, as if wanting more.

More of what, she couldn't figure.

"See. All I did was kept her mouth open. But the slut knows, her jaw understands."

"That it stays open so wide and for so long, only for her true master. A large pulsing penis. Her body craves to please him, thereby secreting as much fluids to keep him happy and make him stay. Why else would she have such gallons of spit at her throat. It isn't there to wet her lips, its to wet her throat. To lubricate it well, for her master.."

After looking across the eager eyes of his audience, Ishikawa continued. "Yes, you heard right boys. For a slut, her throat is no different than her pussy. Remember those naughty girls of the youth, using their mouths in unladylike manner. That's just foreplay for a slut. For she knows how, to not just give, but derive pleasure from throat. That too, in many different ways."

Elanor was lucky she managed to inhale deeply, though Ishikawa knew it was more of him letting her breathe just enough for his next move to work. In an instant the experienced erotician send his hands to her waiting throat. Elanor felt the grip shift from her hair to the back neck, as Ishikawa's other palm tightened around the front. She felt a faint cough barely escape before his choke solidified, leaving the Queen's breath at his perverse mercy. She felt her body rise, as his grip lifted her upwards suffocating.

Elanor had never felt such tightness in her face, her whole visage rushing red, her cheeks in a permanent blush, her mouth and nostrils open, grasping for air. She couldn't feel anything else, but her face. Not her surroundings, nor the rest of her body. The cold air rushed in through her mouth and nose, only to reach her choked throat, and bounce back. As she started to feel unconscious, Ishikawa continued his talk.

"See this, a controlled sustained tight choking grip. Not enough to crush her throat, but enough to stop any blood from reaching her brain. And the result? The bitch just puddles the floor with her juices. Look down, see for yourself."

Elanor almost experienced a black out, the vein on her forehead about to pop, before his grip eased. The men gasped out loud, some even shifting their seats, or standing up to get a better look. It was a tough minute. The Queen felt her breathing adjust to its earlier rhythm, her senses re-framing her current condition, and his last words echoing in her mind.

'Seriously, is anyone buying this. Trying to suffocate a girl to orgasm?! Not to mention he just choked the queen. His Queen!' Her thoughts broke as her left foot almost slipped in the puddle below. And to her shame, Elanor realized. It wasn't there before. A puddle of her own making, leaking right out her pussy. Her throat dried up as her senses heightened. She could vaguely hear Ishikawa blabbering on, yet she can discern every single sensation on her body. She felt the slight pain on the corners of her lips, from his earlier finger explorations. His left index and middle fingers still drawing patterns on the small of her back, and her core tightening as an effect. And she felt the fluids dripping along her under thighs, drying as they stopped along her shins. Her feet felt the mess on the ground again.

A was a puddle of her own making. The stains of which, she knew in her bones, will never leave. Her throat dried further.

Elanor suddenly felt Ishikawa's fingers at her tongue. And to her disgust, her tongue rolling itself against the fingers. It seemed unusually wet and drippy. She couldn't blame her behavior, she needed to wet her throat. Even if it's from his sweaty fingers.

"You seem offly fond of the taste dear!" Ishikawa sounded amused. "It's your own juices. Then again it wouldn't be your first time." Elanor wanted to spit it back out, but she couldn't afford to. Her body needed this, she needed a drink after that blissfully horrendous choking. And this was all that availed. She licked his hand clean, wanting more. Ishikawa realized to his pleasure, this was no more a girl. But a mere accordion. And he had more tunes than she could hope. He continued with a devilish grin.

"Now I can see 'that' got all your attention. In the beginning of this session I could see it in your eyes. Some excited, some mildly amused and curious. Some concerned, horrified, disgusted even. But now, all your eyes look the same. Because this is uncharted territory for any mere man. And we can't risk the chance of such an encounter shattering not just your will, but the core of your faith. So we must continue, I'm afraid."

Most of them couldn't help but nod. They were still gripped by the disbelief of it all. Of the mask of innocence slipping right in front of them. Of the possible birth of a life long slut even. They knew it was a rare moment they were witnessing. Few of them had even forgotten what they were tasked with. Questioning if it was worth to waste away in celibacy, with such sluts running around the world. Spreading for all to relish.

Sensing their mood, Ishikawa spoke.

"I see you wondering. What more can be done to drive out the slut. Pull her by hair? Pinch her nipples? Smack her bottom cheeks red? All good options. But remember, the slut isn't her mere body." Pointing at her head, he continues, "The slut is the one in here. If you are to toy, and toy further, toy with her mind. The way she truly loves, yet doesn't expect. You can go down the road of degeneracy, of pounding and whipping and what not. But we aren't here to explore that road."

"If you are to cut, make it singular and deep. After all, nothing drowns a slut in pleasure than the basal truth." He snaps his fingers, pointing at her nether regions. "Focus on her pussy lips, and nothing else. You'll be tempted to look by motions in the periphery, but don't take your eyes away. Observe and tell, if you can spot her getting excited, by merely looking at her lips down there. I'm gonna step back her behind."

Elanor felt the man's body brush her ass cheeks, him gripping the torso from behind. She felt her nipples being toyed with, his fingers circling her navel button and moving up. It confused her deeply, that it isn't the actual exposure, but the subtle touches that excited her the most. But she knew this just couldn't be it. What else did Ishikawa plan to make her endure? The only out of the box thing she could think of was the horror stories she had heard, the way men of his ilk found pleasure from inflicting pain. Like actual flogging and whipping. Leaving young bodies battered and bruised. Elanor had no such experiences, and did not doubt for a second of his capability. She steeled her body for endurance, missing the whole point of Ishikawa's speech.

In a few seconds, she will realize how fundamentally wrong she was. Not just about the clergyman, but about herself. About what drove her lust, about what burned her loins. But what would result in such clarity of thought had already happened, much to her shock. She felt an unexpected release at the back of her head, like her skull suddenly had been freed. Then she felt light flood into her eyes, surprising her that light could actually hurt. Her face felt blissfully cold as air rushed in, coming to contact with her sweat coated skin. With her eyes shut tight she realized, she was no longer masked..!

She, Elanor of Wolkenshire. The Queen of this great kingdom, stood there hung from the ceiling, with her limbs bound and inert, her naked flesh for all the celibates to scrutinize. And the only thing covering what's left of her modesty, the only thing protecting her identity, and thereby the honor of her great kingdom, was her leather face mask. As uncomfortable as it was, it did perform the one job required of it well.

And it's gone now, clutched in the hands of the babbling old clergyman she chose to trust. Lupsink had warned her about the easterner's eccentric tendencies, but this was beyond anything she had feared. This is against the rules, this could have Bellatrix behind bars, or worse.

Then rushed in the ground reality. They could see her. Not her naked body, her exposed nether. They could see her face, covered in sweat and lust. They could see how her lips drooped down, when an orgasm takes over. Even prostitutes do their deeds in the cover of the night, or blankets. Street whores wouldn't volunteer for their intimate expressions to be put on display as such. She hadn't been with a man, yet the people in this room will know exactly how her face looks at peak carnality. An expression unknown even to her.

This is beyond shameful. She didn't want to face the look of hunger and disgust in their gaze. With her eyes closed and breath on hold, she had no way of knowing what went on around either. Elanor felt the knot tighten in her underbelly. Her sphincter tucked in. Her posture froze, like a prey animal. Those few seconds felt like an eternity.

Then she felt her face covered again, much to her relief. But it didn't feel like the leather mask. She peeked through her eyelids and realized, all men still had their eyes hooked onto her exposed pussy. Then she saw the texture of what covered her face. It was Ishikawa's right hand, gripped across her face from nose and up, just like the mask prior. Through his fingers, out the corner of her eyes, she saw an excited celibate look up in disbelief. As she shut her eyes in shame, avoiding direct eye contact, she felt Ishikawa's left hand creep up her navel. He gently pulled her into an embrace from behind, whispering to her left ear.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe in my hands. Though I could be a bit eccentric at times..!"

"Did you spot it?" Ishikawa's voice boomed at his nodding brethren. Sure they did, how could they not. Ishikawa, through all his years of experimenting, had dialed down the feminine carnality to a science. He may have trouble sustaining an erection, but he knew what tickled a woman's body. And how to keep her tickled. He knew the way any pussy would react to the given situation, he knew there is no way any man could take their eyes of such a pussy. So he knew, for a few seconds at least the girl's identity wasn't at any risk. And so he'll be breaking no rules; merely pushing, or bending.

He had figured the celibates would be wise enough to not take a peek. Because it would be a fatal mistake to be targeted by the wrath of an upper class virgin, especially one who has been so open and willing. But the way their faces lit up cleared any doubts that troubled Ishikawa's mind. This one right here wasn't the run-of-the-mill horny baroness.

This one's a true born slut.

The celibates couldn't believe what they saw, what still unfolded before them. Her pussy looked normal at first, and the way her left leg was folded and tied to the side helped display the lips, with no way to hide her shame. It looked soft and tender, like something one could keep on nibbling, forever. Not like a tit, but an elastic slice of meat, something to nibble and chew. Then they noticed it puff up, in an instant. They could see the blood rush into her lips, it visibly reddening. It's strange to see the vaginal folds blush. If only they could reach out and part the lips.

The strands of her pubic hair rose up in unison, her skin pores acted like it's freezing cold outside. Her nipples stood hard and pointy, with no other stimulation. They couldn't make heads or tails, of what they did to excite her so much. It can't be the staring, they had been doing it all along. And to top it all, she was wet, dripping wet. Her puff lips did a decent job of preventing any leakage, yet the way her mound glistened made it apparent. She had creamed.

Elanor felt the clergyman hug her from behind, almost as if consoling, yet still kneading her tight nipple. She felt his breath through his toothy smile as his face rested on her left shoulder, his short height matching hers from being hung and bend at the knee. His proud voice started the rant.

"I wasn't looking, but I could read what just happened right in all your eyes. The show's over, yet I could see it replaying in all your minds still. If I miss anything, correct me. I'll tell what I think you saw, and I'll check for proof of my conclusion. And then I'll explain why it happened.."

Then the clergyman went on specifying each humiliating thing her body did involuntarily. Their mouth's wide open at this magician of sexual training. A part of Elanor wanted to scream out in frustration, but so did the rest of her, only in pleasure. There was no question, this was the most she'd succumbed to any person. And that being a man of faith only added to the insult. As his left hand gripped her throat lovingly, Elanor listened to him conclude. This could be helpful.

"So here you can clearly see her not just excited. But a body begging to be bred. A slut ready to rut, to be precise. I'm sure you've noticed by now, she's not wearing her face mask. Now she's much better composed and calm. You know.. With my hand on her face, protecting her identity. But if I'm to remove it now.." Elanor felt her heart stop as he loosened his grip and moved his palm a bit forward, playfully teasing her exposure. This is playing with fire, all the celibates were looking right up at them.

His hand went back to its previous grip, as Ishikawa continued, "See. If you were looking down as instructed you'd have seen her pussy clench uncontrollably. It is the same reason why most celebrated prostitutes across the kingdom are famed sluts, in the true sense of the word. This is no coincidence. Two words. Public Disgrace! A slut can't help but revel in the fact that the world knows their true nature. Just like how little virgin here reveled before you all, or at least her pussy did, the moment she lost her control over the situation. Her mask. "

The room nodded in silence, as Bellatrix listened closely. This man is a genius, she thought. If only he wasn't such a devout pervert, Bella would have personally enlisted him to help her Queen navigate through her actual condition. But upon her interactions with him, Bella knew it's more likely that he'll just exploit the helpless girl for the carnal satisfaction of his elite inner circle. Even then, his words could still be holding the key to Elanor's underlying problem. As Bella made mental notes, the clergyman continued.

"Now do not mistake it for mere control. It's not lending control of her shame to me that excites her. That'd be your garden variety submissive. This is a true slut. Her master is not me, nor Lady Agrafena over there, nor the crowd of you. Her master is her basal nature. Her true instinct. Her lust. Come on, get a closer look, I believe the show's not over, right Demura?"

Elanor felt chilly with the older man's sudden change in persona. It didn't help the gasping men dragged their chairs as they huddled around her vagina for a better look at her shame. She felt her under-breasts sweat and the beads drip down along her navel. She could feel their excited breath upon her pubic hair, neatly combed and dense, still shaved enough to leave her pussy unsheltered.

Then to her horror, she saw the gap between Ishikawa's finger covering her face widen. She shut her eyes mortified, as he leaned in and whispered.

"Don't be shy now. You can look. They won't see, they are under the spell of your pussy. I'd be too, if I wasn't standing behind. Go on. Peek."

Elanor felt her eyes open as if in a trance. This is behavior beyond her control. She looked down to see the men mesmerized. She was sure, them being celibates for too long did play a part. But not enough to simply drool at her mound. She felt in control now. No, this was more than control, she felt good being this way. Happy and content with the men transfixed at her privates. She felt Ishikawa's grip loosen as his voice boomed. But she couldn't hear it proper, she was lost to the bliss.

"See how her pussy keeps convulsing, as if to birth something. That is a slut in hunger. Nothing pleases her deep carnality like the world confronting her true nature. And I don't mean how the world confines itself to between two people within the sanctity of a marital bed. I meant for all the world to see and laugh! Mock and prod! She wants it to be known deep down. Craves it. She wants sculptures of her carnal adventures to be erected on every town square. Legends to be born, about how she fucked her way through whole towns. Her skilled tongue transcending to the level that it becomes a national pride! That is how you get a slut going."

Then Ishikawa talked to his favorite pupil, though he remained transfixed at the sight just like the others. "Ishmeil, you sure had a lot of doubts during the theory lessons. I can see your doubts and theories. Why don't you go ahead and test. Remember, no touching!"

Elanor couldn't wait for Ishmeil to do as he pleased. She realized she was full on rutting mode now. She didn't care for anything than to help Ishmeil. She didn't even notice that Ishikawa had removed his hand from the face, while she was clearly lost in the trance of it.

Ishmeil couldn't help but marvel at her twitching lips. Her inner thighs and mound had visible, prominent goosebumps. A pussy all swollen and red, with all the blood flow. Her clit simply glistened, wet and shiny, like a diamond. The scent from her juices added to the seduction. To confirm, with his teacher's permission now, Ishmeil leaned in closer than the rest, his lips an inch from her clitoral bud poking out. Elanor never felt more thirsty, with shivers running up her spine as his breath warmed her. And then with great care and precision, witnessed by the waiting eyes of his fellow celibates, Ishmeil gave out a gentle blow.

It sounded like a dry whistle, but it was anything but dry. As the cool stream of air hit her clit, a low steady moan, a true mating call, emerged from her core, and escaped her mouth.

Elanor couldn't help but let her head hang back, loose all sense of balance in her legs, and lean deep into the clergyman's chest, his waiting embrace. As she unconsciously snuggled up to him, her lower body writhed in the involuntary orgasm, her addled mind bathing in the blissful sensation. Understanding the Queen crumble further in shame, the kind Ishikawa puts the leather mask back on her face, before anyone managed to take a peek. He knew she was at no risk, not as long as her pussy kept puffing and leaking.