The Legend of Jizzie Vol. 07

The Legend of Jizzie: The Queen's Shower Vol. 7

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Chapter 22 - A Rendezvous and an Argument

Chapter 23 - Heidi Uncovers a Secret

Chapter 24 - A Just Punishment

Chapter 25 - A Day to Recover and Prepare

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Note: In this fantasy, certain terms, like 'sissy' and 'ladyboy', are used in unconventional ways. They have a different meaning in this fictional universe. But those words turn me on very much and using them in this way kept me very aroused as I wrote this story for you. I masturbated frequently while writing this. Please do the same!

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THIS TIME:

The Ladypuss and The Sissy Bitch have a heated confrontation in the King's Palace.

Maiden Heidi's bizarre masturbatory indulgence leads to an interesting discovery.

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A long, long time ago, in a land far from our own...

Chapter 22 - A Rendezvous and an Argument

Maiden Piddle was feeling irritated. As was previously arranged, she sat on the steps, waiting by the back door of the Morning Feeder's dressing lounge, impatiently sipping her tea and popping little pink rainberries into her mouth.

Since today was her day to urinate into the crystal chalice and feed her hot piss to the King, she had access to this special chamber until it was time for her to join the other Morning Piss Maidens around the rim of the shower basin.

Although the small courtyard around the back door of the Feeder's dressing lounge wasn't a completely private setting, it was situated in a less traveled area of the Palace grounds. Because of this, it had been decided that it would be a relatively safe place for Piddle to meet with her contact - Fawn, the Sissy Queen's Sissy Bitch to the King. Maiden Piddle was directed to wait for the Sissy Bitch out back, and then - once she arrived - she would quickly let her in through the back door before anyone saw them.

Piddle - having been gangbanged at the center of a bukkake circle with a group of 12 males and a random common girl she met at the club the previous evening - was not feeling her best. She had risen from bed a little later than usual. Soon after she woke, she realized that there was still a significant amount of stale, dried semen from the previous night's fun matted throughout her wavy, red hair.

Obviously, there was no way that a Piss Maiden could show up to work with her hair knotted in crusted, dried sperm. In fact, as that day's designated Wet Maiden, she was required to be gorgeous and impeccably clean before she stepped down into the shower basin with His Majesty to feed him her urine.

Therefore, even though she was already running a bit late, she had no choice but to stop at the public bubble baths that morning to wash the previous night's crusted ejaculate out of her pretty red mane. Luckily the baths were operational - which was no guarantee in the King's Realm.

Of course, according to the law, a naked dip in the bubble baths must be followed-up with a full-body application of the Sacred Essence - a divine ointment, mixed daily by the holy Priestesses of Fluidia. The Essence combined three primary ingredients: the freshest Ladyboy semen, the collected urine of the sovereigns stored up over the centuries, and an extract of aphrodisiac jujeeba oil.

After washing all of the rank old spunk from her hair, Piddle hurriedly ran to the locker area, grabbed her towel, and dried herself off - preparing her skin for the lotion. She next dashed over to the Sacred Essence dispensers and pumped a copious amount of the pearly yellowish cream into her hands so that she could begin slathering the holy balm over the entirety of her nude form, careful to smear the slippery, sweet smelling salve into every nook, crack, and cranny of her body - on the back of her neck; behind her ears; under her armpits; between her plump buttcheeks; under her big, milky titties; and between the intimate folds of her hairless vagina.

Of course, this took some time, and as she quickly slipped back into her frilly white crop top and her sexy little miniskirt, she was quite worried that she would be late for her meeting with Fawn. But when she arrived at the rendezvous point - the back door of the Wet Maiden's dressing lounge - the Sissy Bitch was nowhere to be found.

"I guess she's running late too," Piddle concluded to herself. "Now I don't feel so bad, although her failure to be here is a bit concerning. Did something go wrong? What am I supposed to do, just sit here and wait for her?"

With no answers to these questions forthcoming, Piddle decided to go inside and quickly set things up, so that, if all else failed, at least she would have time to prepare for the King's Shower, which was due to begin shortly.

Of course, her main priority before the shower was filling her bladder. Piss Maidens were expected to prepare for the daily showers by drinking copious amounts of juices and teas before the ceremony began. This would ensure that they would be able to release a significant amount of urine when it was their time to contribute their salty spill to the shower.

When that beautiful moment came, the seven bottomless Maidens would stand at the very edge of the recessed, round shower basin in slightly widened stances. Encircling the King, they would jut their hips forward, hold their labia open, and begin to urinate on His Majesty - adding their golden yellow flow to the torrent of hot piss pouring down through the golden showerhead onto his body from the 3,000 Pissers peeing into the collection pools on the rooftop above.

Obviously, having a full bladder was even more important for the day's Wet Maiden. She was responsible for pissing into the drinking chalice, then reserving enough urine in her bladder to release it from her vagina over the King's thigh once she entered the basin and poured the yellow nectar into His Majesty's mouth from her crystal cup.

Given the late start to Piddle's day, she was concerned that if she didn't start guzzling down some fluids right away, she wouldn't have enough urine in her bladder for the ceremony.

She poured herself a cup of tea and began snacking on the deliciously sweet rainberries that were always so well stocked in the cute little dressing room. The Maiden then went over to the white marble vanity and began to lay out all of the cosmetics she would need to apply before the shower began.

Having prepared her beauty products, she selected several pieces of golden jewelry - earrings, bracelets, and arm cuffs - and staged them on the tabletop for easy access once she finished making up her face.

The pretty redheaded Piss Maiden next retrieved her crystal chalice from its special, golden cabinet. Holding it by the stem so as not to leave any fingerprints she carefully set the glass cup on the little side table near the front door, so that she could grab it on her way out. Then with everything else done, she slipped her silky white camisole top from its hanger and draped it over the back of the pink velvet chair in front of her mirror.

Finally, with nothing left to do but wait, she brought her tea cup and her bowl of berries out to the back courtyard and sat her lovely, plump ass down on the steps by the door, trying not to be stressed about the fact that Fawn had still not arrived. With the Sissy Bitch nowhere to be found, Piddle decided that she would wait for as long as she could, but in a few minutes she would be forced to go in and start preparing herself for the King's urine shower.

"What the fuck is the hold up?" Piddle thought to herself as she anxiously scanned the area around the back courtyard. "Well, at least I have a few minutes to work up the urge to urinate."

With that goal in mind, she popped a few more berries into her mouth, then swallowed a big sip of the tea that the Piss Maidens would typically drink to fill their bladders before the shower. The rainberries, while not necessarily adding to the quantity of urine that a Maiden would spill, definitely had an effect on the qualities of a girl's piss.

The berries worked in two ways to enhance the product of a Piss Maiden's bladder. First, in spite of the light pink hue of a rainberry, consuming the sweet little treats tended to brighten the yellow color of urine. A golden yellow tint to a Maiden's piss was highly desired for a shower ceremony.

The second effect of the rainberries was that they sweetened the flavor of a Maiden's urine. This was especially desirable for the Wet Maiden of the day, since she would be the one to pour her chalice of piss down the Sovereign's throat in the shower. So, obviously, she would want her piss to have as appealing a taste as possible.

So, Piddle sat on the back steps outside of her dressing room, drinking her tea, eating her berries, and feeling more and more anxious as the seconds ticked by. If Fawn didn't show up soon, they would be delayed an entire week. Piddle was Maiden Friday Morning, which means that if the Sissy Bitch stood her up today, there would be a week-long delay until the following Friday - which was the next time Piddle was scheduled to feed her piss to His Majesty.

A setback like that would surely upset Myula, and it would almost certainly get back to the Sissy Queen, who would not be happy about the delay. Piddle thought that this was unfair since she had done her part. If they ended up being delayed, the onus should be on Fawn.

Despite waking late, with stale semen crusted in her hair, Piddle had made it to the scheduled rendezvous point on time - albeit barely. It wasn't her fault the Sissy Bitch was late. In spite of this, she knew that this technicality wouldn't matter. She and Fawn would both end up sharing the blame - and the consequences - whatever they may be.

Meanwhile, the King's morning shower was due to begin in only an hour and she still had so much to do. She needed to make herself pretty, change into her silky white camisole top, put on her ceremonial jewelry, then sneak over to the wine cask. Once there, she was to surreptitiously spike the Circle of Seven's cask of jujeeba wine, which they all drank from just before the Shower in order to further arouse their passions and tease their already full bladders to the point of bursting.

Once this was done, she had to take her position around the basin before His Majesty arrived. It would not do for a Piss Maiden to be late - especially, the Wet Maiden - the one who was scheduled to feed her urine to the King that morning.

Just when Piddle was about to give up and go inside, she suddenly spotted Fawn rounding the corner and entering the courtyard by the back gateway. The emissary's chin-length black hair was gently windblown by the quickened pace of her footsteps as she hurriedly walked toward the frustrated Piss Maiden waiting on the back steps of the dressing room.

In spite of her irritation, Piddle couldn't help but be attracted to the sexy crossdresser. She had been crushing on the Sissy Bitch since they first met. The horny Maiden felt a sudden dampness in her pussy as she watched the object of her lust approach. She popped another rainberry in her mouth and ogled the lovely Fawn. The suddenly horny Maiden looked the approaching sissy up and down - noting the tantalizing way the Bitch's limp penis flopped around under the hem of her short sissy dress as she hurried up to the back door.

They were only a year apart in age, but while Piddle looked young and sweet - after all, Maidens were often chosen because of an innocent, youthful appearance - Fawn had the look of a mature, no-nonsense professional. Her sleek bob hairstyle with her sharp, straight bangs; her sophisticated makeup style and dress; and her customary businesslike demeanor just made her seem older and more uptight than most members of the King's Court. The Sissy Bitch was alluring and sexy, to be sure, but decidedly high-strung.

Normally, Piddle would have taken the opportunity to flirt; maybe she would have made a sexually suggestive comment, or even reached down and gently cupped the Sissy Bitch's girly little balls in a teasing way. But under the circumstances, she kept her thoughts - not to mention, her hands - to herself, and tried to ignore the naughty discharge of vaginal secretions dripping between her thighs.

"Finally," Piddle said in exasperation. "Where in Diva Sheboy's name have you been? I almost had to forget about this whole thing and go inside without you!"

"Sorry I'm late," the sexy crossdresser said breathlessly, "I was caught up with that fucking cunt Heather."

"Ha!" Piddle teased as she hiked up her frilly miniskirt, pulled her wet labia apart, and pressed her clitoris to the entry scanner. "I thought you said you could manage the Ladypuss. Maybe someone was a little overconfident."

In an instant, the clitoral scanner verified the Maiden's identity. The door unlocked and slid open. Only the Wet Maiden of the day could access this special dressing room. The clit scanner was programmed with the genetic specifications of each Maiden's sensitive little love-nub, and would only unlock if the correct Maiden's clitoris was pressed against it. Piddle dropped her skirt and hurriedly gathered up her cup and her bowl before stepping into the room.

"Spare me, please!" Fawn rolled her eyes as she followed Piddle inside. "It's enough that she's always breathing down my neck. I don't need you needling me about her as well. Trust me, she's grating enough for both of us."

In addition to serving as the storage location for the Wet Maiden's crystal chalice, the small, ornate dressing lounge served as a prep area for the daily piss feeder. Piddle went over to the serving table, poured herself another cup of tea, swallowed down a few more rainberries, then pranced over to her vanity table and began to get herself ready for the shower.

She quickly, but deftly, applied the ceremonial makeup of a Wet Maiden - a full coverage foundation with dark contouring cream applied at the temples, below the cheekbones, and along the jawline, beautifully blended with a brush; Yellow eye shadow at the inner corners of her eyes, transitioning to pink on the outsides, creating a sort of sunset appearance; with thick black eyeliner and plenty of mascara. The look was completed with a deep pink shade of lipstick and a heavy rose-colored blush on the cheeks.

"So did the Ladypuss suspect anything?" Piddle asked, making a kissy face in the mirror as she replaced the cap on her lipstick.

"I don't think so," the Sissy Bitch said, speaking to the Maiden's reflection. "She was lecturing me because she caught Lollipop and I sucking each other's dicks in the diplomatic offices. We were on the chaise lounge in a 69 and she walked in on us. After she chased Lollipop off, she went in on me. She said that I - as an emissary of the Sissy Queen in the King's Court - should not be actively defying the wishes of Her Sissy Majesty by engaging in sexual acts with her personal dancer and pet."

"That cunt," Piddle said. "Ladypuss Heather does nothing but suck cocks for the King's semen feedings, spits the cum into his mouth, then rides his dick. What else is she good for? What talents or skills does she possess? Oh, every now and then, she does her actual job and passes a message along from the Queen - and she thinks she's some type of authority over everyone else because of it. What is it with these people from the Queen's Realm? Why don't they learn to mind their own business? Lollipop likes sucking dick and she likes getting her dick sucked. Who is Ladypuss Heather to take issue with it? It's got nothing to do with her!"

"Thanks for taking my side," Fawn smiled.

"Anyway, I can't blame you for wanting to suck her dick," Piddle continued. "I want to suck her dick too. You know I've always had a thing for sissies. Especially slutty ones like Lollipop. I've been masturbating to her shows in the sex lounges practically every night. How could I resist spreading my legs and rubbing my clit when she's wiggling her little ass and flopping her little sissy dick around in that bodystocking? She's so fucking hot."

"I know. It's impossible to look away from her," Fawn said. "And she can really suck cock. Trust me on that one. Anyway, Heather isn't even the real problem. It's keeping our sex play secret from the handler. No matter how much Ladypuss Heather hates me, I don't think that she would stoop so low as to rat me out to Myula. Heather believes that keeping exclusive sex pets is immoral and outdated. So all Lollipop and I are doing when we play with each other is supporting that idea. Lollipop is not the Sissy Queen's property. She should be allowed to suck my little sissy dick if she wants."

"Yes," Piddle agreed, as she finished pinning her hair into an elegant, formal looking updo. "I agree, but Myula is shrewd and very attentive when it comes to Lollipop. The old tranny handler does her best to protect the sissy dancer's chastity while she visits the King's Realm. This - as you are well aware - is the clear directive of the Sissy Queen. Vivian is insanely protective of her little sissy pet. That's why she sent her own Lady Mother to look after her. But Lollipop is just too much of a slut to keep down. No one can suppress her sexual urges. I know a few guys and sissies who have already fucked her little ass since she's been here - secretly of course. If the Sissy Queen wanted to keep her alluring little butthole all to herself, why did she send her here to dance in the first place?"

"Trust me, she didn't want to send her at all," Fawn explained. "The Sissy Queen misses Lollipop's pretty little butthole terribly. In fact, every time I communicate with Vivian she asks about her little sex pet. But their separation was necessary for our cause. Myula's presence is essential for the rebellion and sending her here as Lollipop's pet handler was the only way to get her established in the King's Realm without raising eyebrows. Even Lollipop is unaware of our true purpose. I feel bad about keeping her in the dark, but she clearly isn't up to this sort of thing. She's a tender little sex kitten, not a political creature. Sending her here is just Myula's cover. Lollipop is a sissy sex pet. It obviously follows that a sex pet needs a handler."

Piddle had to agree with Fawn on the importance of keeping Lollipop in the dark. She was a beautiful sissy flower, there was no doubt about that, but she couldn't be trusted to keep a secret, much less understand why a rebellion was necessary in the first place. To put it nicely - she was a bit of a bimbo. This whole sordid business of a coup was way over her head. It was important to keep her occupied with her dance shows and hold her as far away from the truth as possible until this whole thing was accomplished.

"We are now at a key stage in our operation," the Sissy Bitch continued, "and Myula's leadership is essential. As the venerable Lady Mother to Sissy Queen Vivian, the old tranny is the only one who can command the respect that will be needed when the time comes for her to assume the throne as we transition from the Triumvirate to the Empire of One. And in the meantime, she is the one ensuring that the smuggling network remains open and the uninterrupted supply of Leapfuck continues to flow into the Realm. With her overseeing things here in the King's realm, victory is almost certainly assured."

"I think you're overconfident," Piddle interjected. "Omartin may be hooked on the drug, along with several members of his inner-circle - that was easy to accomplish. But that is not enough to carry this thing off. The people of the Realm will have to be thoroughly Leapfucked to overthrow the King's rule, even in his compromised state."

"Are you losing faith in our cause, Piddle?" Fawn asked with a hint of judgement in her voice.

"Don't even go there, Fawn," the big-titted Piss Maiden spat back as she looked in the mirror and adorned herself with her golden earrings, armbands, and bracelets. "You know that I'm as committed to this movement as anyone. I will not rest until I see this despicable regime eradicated for all time. My family was blacklisted for generations because of the corrupt politics of the Triumvirate. We were cheated out of our destiny as Sovereigns of the Queen's Realm by the devious, back-stabbing schemes of that slag Aurora over a century ago. I curse her and her entire lineage, up to and including that vile cunt Vula, whose old, fat ass currently sits on the Queen's throne in my place."

"Sorry," Fawn stammered apologetically. "I sometimes forget how personal this is for you. I didn't mean to offend."

"Just don't ever question my commitment to the cause again. The Triumvirate ruined my family and my life long ago, and I am determined to see it fall. Never doubt that."

"Again, I apologize," the Sissy Bitch reiterated. "I know this is a sensitive subject for you, given your family's unfortunate history with Queen Aurora's lineage. It must be hard for you to see her descendant sitting on the Throne in your place. But surely you must see that our victory is on the horizon. We are so very close. Several of the Pissers of the King's Shower are already hooked on Leapfuck. Because of this, the commoners of the Realm are beginning to ingest the poisonous intoxicant on a regular basis as they drink the spiked pee from the public urine fountains. Once the commoners fall under the influence, the collapse of the King's authority will follow and our success is practically assured."

"I suppose that's where our opinions diverge," Piddle said. "I see this moment as our most dangerous time. Sure, we may successfully hook the King and the people of his Realm, but what happens if our supply of the drug is interrupted? And even worse, what if we cannot restore order and bring the Realm under the Sissy Queen's control once the King's authority does collapse?"

"Well, that's where Myula comes in," Fawn replied. "The King's grip on the throne is on the verge of becoming so unstable that someone of her caliber will be required to manage the different aspects of the plan on the ground level. And, it must be said, that the Sissy Queen trusts no one more than the old tranny. She is the Sissy Queen's officially recognized Lady Mother, after all."

"Yes," Piddle nodded. "On that point, I fully agree. I suppose we need Myula's wisdom and experience to keep this Realm from unraveling into chaos once the King is overthrown and placed on trial for his negligence. Anyway, I hear that the Sissy Queen has begun to extend the rebellion's reach into the Queen's Realm as well. It'll be a lot tougher to get the people to turn on Vula, although - for the life of me - I cannot fathom why the people there are so loyal to the old slag. But, with that being said, who will coordinate the effort to topple her regime?"

"The Sissy Queen plans to send her sissy sister Horna to oversee operations there," Fawn replied, "but only when the time is right. Leapfuck is taking root here in the King's Realm, and soon the commoners will be dealing it to each other on the street - and that's when our job becomes easy. But, unlike here, the drug is only just beginning to spread in the Queen's Realm. Vula's subjects are intensely loyal. And, while it may not make sense to you - rest assured, they will need more than a little nudge to get them hooked; but Vivian has a plan for that as well. She will use the influence of local bath starlets and Pissers who are sympathetic to our cause to spread the drug among the Queen's populace. Celebrity status is emphasized heavily in Vula's domain. If the bath starlets are doing the drug, the masses will follow. Once their addiction takes hold and Vula begins to lose control, Horna will be sent in to manage things."

"Well," Piddle said, "I just hope Horna is up to the task. She may be a hot piece of sissy ass in Vivian's Realm, but she is an unknown among Vula's people. And, I have to say - Horna is no Myula. She doesn't have a fraction of the experience the Lady Mother has."

"You have a point there," the Sissy Bitch had to admit, "but I believe Horna will be able to manage the transition. Her lack of notoriety in the Queen's Realm will not be a factor. Unlike Myula, Horna will be operating behind the scenes. She will be able to rely on starlets and Pissers who are loyal to us, and who carry significant cultural influence. She won't need to handle anything on her own. Vivian will send whatever reinforcements her sissy sister requires to stabilize the situation and assert Imperial control under her newly unified Throne. Remember, we have numerous assets already embedded in the Queen's Realm - Pissella, Fannie, Aragon, Sela - and several others."

"Well, anyway - speaking of Horna - one thing is certain," Piddle smiled, "Vivian may wish to destroy the Triumvirate of Sovereigns, but she loves the little triumvirate of sissy sluts she keeps around her bedchamber. With Lollipop here entertaining the King's Court for the foreseeable future, and Horna soon being sent away to the Queen's Realm, that's two of her three favorites gone. She'll only have Gaye's little tranny butthole left. Knowing how attached she is to her personal trio of slutty sissies - and how much she'll miss Horna and Lollipop during their extended absences - she'll probably want to keep sweet, sexy Gaye hopped up on Leapfuck around the clock, so that the little tranny slut will just be drooling in bed, begging for the Sissy Queen to fuck her tight little bottom whenever the urge arises."

"That's true," Fawn laughed. "Gaye will be the last of the Sissy Queen's favorite buttholes left in her Realm until the Empire of One is successfully restored. But I'm sure she and the Sissy Queen will be able to keep each other's sissy cocks satisfied until the others return. Everyone knows that Gaye is the jealous type, anyway. She envies the attention Vivian gives to her sister Horna, and she has a deep and special hatred for Lollipop. In Gaye's perfect world, the Sissy Queen would only desire her, so she's glad the other two are out of the picture for a while. And besides, she absolutely loves getting fucked in her tight tranny asshole, especially with all of the Leapfuck running through her veins. So, I wouldn't worry too much about Gaye. I'm sure the little slut will gladly bend over and offer her snug little butthole to the Sissy Queen whenever the desire strikes."

"You're probably right," Piddle smiled. "Anyway, you're making my pussy wet with all this talk of hot slutty sissies and Leapfuck. Don't you have a little delivery for me?"

"Here," The Sissy Bitch smiled and handed Piddle a dose of the drug for herself - in the form of a small capsule - and a vial for the wine cask. "You should take yours now. The Shower will soon begin and it is your day to piss into the crystal chalice and feed your urine to the King. We must use your drugged pee to keep him under the influence. You'll be on a mild dose, but don't underestimate the drug's effects on you. You will feel an enhanced arousal and a lust for taboo or extreme stimuli. Just try to keep your libido under control through the shower. After you have successfully performed your duty, you can run down to the sex clubs and let the drug carry you down whatever erotic spiral your little heart desires. Feel free to descend into the venomous depths of Leapfuck's lustful depravity and rub your pussy on anyone - or anything - that strikes your fancy in order to orgasm and come down from the dreadful high."

Piddle popped the capsule into her mouth and took a sip of her tea to wash the fast-acting intoxicant down her throat.

"Oh, you prude," she teased as she pulled off her frilly crop top, exposing her big luscious tits. "Leapfuck is fun and it makes you feel so fucking good. I'm feeling a bit of a tingle in my nethers already. My pussy has never been so wet as it gets when I'm high. You should try it. It's good for the spirit. Your sexy little sissy ass likes to get fucked as much as the next girl. You would love the feeling of a big hard cock pushing inside your tight little butthole with Leapfuck in your system. Your sissy dick would cum like it's never cum before."

She retrieved the silky camisole from the chair where she had left it. Looking at herself in the mirror, she put the pretty white top on. After a quick adjustment of the spaghetti straps, she pulled her skirt down her hips and let it fall to the floor. She kicked it off to the side with her toes and checked her reflection one last time. Now she was in the uniform of a piss Maiden - bottomless, wearing only her ceremonial camisole top, and adorned with golden hoop earrings, bracelets, and arm spirals.

"Would you mind hanging these up in the Maidens' communal dressing room?" Piddle asked, picking up her frilly white crop top and miniskirt. She handed them to the Sissy Bitch. "I need to grab something from my locker when I'm done, so it'll be better if my clothes were already over there. That way I won't have to come back this way after the Shower. It's the least you can do after keeping me waiting so long this morning. I'd do it myself, but I won't have time. I still need to spike the jujeeba wine, then come back and fetch the crystal chalice before I take my place alongside the other girls on the rim of the shower basin in time for the King's arrival."

Fawn took the clothing items, quickly folded them, then nodded. "Don't worry," she said, "I'll create a distraction when Heather arrives. You'll be able to get in and out with little trouble. Just pour the liquid from the vial into the wine cask. That's all you need to do. It will be a small enough dose for the other Maidens to feel as though they're really horny, but nothing too unusual. What really matters is that their piss will carry that low dose down to the commoners when they drink the urine from the drinking fountains. A few of our Pisser allies on the roof will also be spilling their spiked pee into the public drinking supply. This will help create a public taste for the drug and make our goals easier to accomplish as we gradually increase the dosage."

"Yes, I understand," Piddle replied. "Long live Sissy Queen Vivian - the first Empress of a new, unified Fluidia."

"Long live the Sissy Queen," Fawn echoed. "May our efforts be blessed from the Heavens above. Now get going, Piddle - the Maidens' wine must be infused with the Leapfuck before they take their final drinks."

With that, Piddle pranced off to spike the Maidens' jujeeba wine. Her cute little butt jiggled as she gleefully bounced away, already feeling the effects of the Leapfuck she had ingested.

As planned, Fawn slipped out of the front door into a large common area that served as a sort of lobby to the residential wing of the Palace. Over to one side of the hall was the Piss Maidens' communal dressing room - used by the six Maidens who were not scheduled as that day's Wet Maiden.

The Sissy Bitch entered the perfumed dressing lounge, where the Maidens all sat inspecting the reflections of their pretty faces. They sat at their vanity tables doing their makeup and hair as they prepared for the shower. Their fleshy bare asses rested atop the plush pink upholstery that cushioned their stools as they applied their makeup, clipped up their hair, slipped golden cuffs up their slender arms, and blew themselves playful kisses in the large mirrors they each gazed into. Just inside the entrance was a clothing rack. It was draped with various articles of the Maidens' attire - mostly skirts, since the piss Maidens were all required to be bottomless for the Showers.

Fawn curtsied awkwardly and excused herself for the intrusion. She quickly hung Piddle's skirt and crop top on one of the available hooks, then she curtsied again and made her exit out to the large common space, on her way to the anteroom of the King's shower chamber. It was there that she was to meet with Ladypuss Heather, whom she had recently fallen out with over Heather's discovery of the illicit sexual relationship between the Sissy Bitch and Lollipop.

The Ladypuss disapproved of Fawn violating her own Sissy Queen's orders to respect the chastity of the erotic dancer. Her Sissy Majesty had loaned Lollipop to the King, but had ordered that her cute little sex pet was to remain chaste for the duration of her visit. Heather had initially discovered the affair when she walked in on Lollipop jacking Fawn off - right at the Sissy Bitch's white marble desk in the joint office the two emissaries shared.

Since this discovery, interactions between the Ladypuss and the Sissy Bitch had grown increasingly uncomfortable. In fact, their latest encounter, earlier that morning when Heather had once again caught Fawn and Lollipop in the act - this time, sucking each other's dicks on the office chaise lounge - was sure to make things even worse. So Fawn was quite apprehensive as she prepared for her face-to-face encounter with the Ladypuss.

But, having said that, she also had a bit of a chip on her shoulder about the controversy. Indeed, who the fuck was the Ladypuss to tell her what she could or couldn't do with her sissy cock? It was really none of Heather's business, as far as Fawn was concerned.

Of course, the Sissy Bitch had her own reservations about the illicit actions she had been engaging in. She was normally quite sensible. It wasn't at all in her character to play with fire to the extent that she had been with Lollipop. Usually, her career ambitions were enough to keep her libido in check. At least, that's how it had always been with her.

But there was just something about Lollipop that caused her to lose all judgement and throw caution to the wind. It felt good actually. In spite of the dangerous nature of the affair, she was reveling in the illicit thrill of sneaking around with a hot sissy lover. But now that Heather knew, it had become even more dangerous.

"Hopefully she keeps her mouth shut about all of this," Fawn thought to herself as she made her way to the shower ceremony. "Although Heather strenuously disapproves of my actions, she also openly opposes Lollipop's involuntary servitude as the Sissy Queen's personal sex pet. Surely, Heather would have to agree that if Lollipop was free of her servitude, as she should be, then the affair would be no problem at all."

It was the custom that the two emissaries - the Ladypuss and the Sissy Bitch - would meet in the center of the large, open anteroom before entering the shower chamber. Access to the anteroom was via a large entryway that opened up to the common area. The specific site of this twice-daily meet-up was marked by a large circular floor-tile of clear glass that was situated in the center of this open foyer area. The glass floor-panel was filled with the yellow piss of Kings through the centuries, and was lit beautifully from below - giving off a gorgeous golden glow. The emissaries would typically stand face-to-face on this marker, respectfully curtsy, then hold hands to walk together into the Shower chamber. Once inside, they would each take their place on one of the pink chaise lounges along the side to watch the Sovereign bathe in the golden downpour of the Pissers, and if desired, to masturbate as they watched.

So Fawn began walking towards the glowing pane of piss-filled glass at the center of the complex, to meet with Heather. She was almost there when the Ladypuss arrived through a different entrance on the far side of the room.

"Well, hello again, Sissy Bitch." Heather said sarcastically, "How nice it is to see you again."

"Ladypuss Heather," Fawn replied tersely as she curtsied.

"Oh Fawn," the Ladypuss responded in kind, "I noticed you walking out from the Maidens' dressing area. What were you doing this time, illegally licking a Maiden's pussy before a Shower?"

"You know," Fawn said, the irritation evident in her voice, "I've held my tongue with you over these last few days, but you have become such an insufferable bitch that I can't let it slide anymore. Is everyone in the Queen's Realm a know-it-all cunt like you?"

"In the Queen's Realm," Heather replied, "we understand duty, honor, and above all else, loyalty. You, on the other hand, don't seem to understand any of those things. You sneak around with Lollipop, sucking her dick and fucking her sissy asshole with your filthy sissy dick, despite the clear directive from your Sissy Queen not to!"

"Don't raise your voice at me, you slut!" Fawn defended herself. "It's easy for you to talk of loyalty and duty when you're sliding your wet female fuckhole down the King's cock everyday, keeping him under your spell with your feminine charms. But I see through you, Heather. You're a control freak. You think the sunshine spills from your vagina whenever you cum."

Fawn had told Piddle that she would create a small distraction as cover for her while she slipped into the Maidens' wine room to spike their cask with Leapfuck. However, when she left her meeting with Piddle, the Sissy Bitch still hadn't really worked out exactly how she would accomplish this little diversion. She had thought that perhaps she would engage in a conversation with a passerby in an overly enthusiastic tone of voice, or something along those lines. But, it turned out that no special subterfuge was required. Instead, this spontaneous argument with Ladypuss Heather seemed to do the trick. In fact, the verbal altercation between the two fellow emissaries was probably drawing a bit too much attention. Indeed, the confrontation between the two formerly friendly co-workers was quickly becoming less a small distraction and more of a public disturbance.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Heather demanded angrily.

"It means that you fuck when you want to fuck and cum when you want to cum, but you don't like it when others do the same."

"I can't help it if people want to fuck me!" Heather screamed.

Over the Ladypuss's shoulder, Fawn saw Maiden Piddle slipping into the wine room to spike the jujeeba cask that all the other Maidens would soon take their final drinks from before reporting to the shower chamber to piss on the King.

"Well," Fawn thought to herself, "with this ruckus, Piddle will have no trouble dosing the wine now."

Meanwhile, Heather continued to defend her sexual promiscuity.

"You resent the amount of dick I get," she sneered, "but that's your problem, not mine. Maybe try to be a little friendlier, you cold bitch. If you wanted to slide your sissy butthole down the King's cock, you could - he loves sissies just as much as females - but you're a fucking sissy ice queen! He won't tell you this himself, but he's just waiting for you to come out of your shell and take some initiative with him!"

"Anyway," she went on, "I fuck as much as I do because it feels good and it's good for the spirit. It's a part of my vocation. I work hard to make myself attractive because - yes, I like to feel a cock inside me and I like to cum. But my Queen knows this and chose me, at least in part, for that reason. I serve her, not you. And while I'm here in service to her, I do my duty in the King's Court as well. Nothing keeps me from performing my role as Ladypuss, unlike you - always neglecting your duty so that you can run off and secretly diddle the forbidden fruit."

"That's a lie," Fawn retorted, nervously looking out at the people walking by in the common area. A few individuals were definitely looking in their direction.

Indeed, the anteroom of the Shower Chamber opened up to a public, highly traversed hallway. Because of this, a few people passing by seemed to take note of the altercation. In fact, several people had paused for a moment, before deciding, instead, to stay out of it and move on. But, thankfully, it seemed that no one had lingered long enough to hear any of the real substance of the argument between the two emissaries.

"Oh, is it?" Heather asked. "Then why were you both sucking each other's cocks in the office earlier this morning when you thought you'd be alone and I wouldn't be there? Is that part of your duty to our King? I think not. And, more importantly, since you're here to serve the Sissy Queen - what about your duty to her? Doesn't she explicitly forbid anyone from engaging sexually with Lollipop?

The Ladypuss paused with a sarcastic expression on her face, waiting for an answer...

... Silence...

"See?" she broke back in. "You have no response. So tell me again, Fawn, is this what you consider to be loyalty?"

"Enough about me!" Fawn dodged the question. "What about you? What is it you see as your duty? Throwing your influence around? Undermining everyone else? Using your looks and your juicy wet pussy to keep the King under your spell while you squirm your way into every political decision?"

"Oh my gush, Fawn," Heather needled her in a mocking tone of voice, "for such a cold and icy personality I've never seen you so animated and emotional."

Heather let that line hang there for a second...

"And anyway," she went in again, "what's the problem with a Ladypuss using her vagina in her work? Aren't you using your sissy cock and your snug sissy asshole for the same purpose? Because if you're not, then you're doing this job all wrong. I'm here to represent the interests of my Queen. I speak for her. I am her eyes, her ears... and her pussy, while I'm on duty here in the King's realm. Forwarding her interests is my job, and if I have to do that by using my warm juicy cunt, then that's exactly what I'll do. But it's becoming clear to me that you don't understand these realities. You fail as an emissary because you haven't realized that your body - including your dick and your sissy butthole - are extensions of the body of the Sovereign whom you represent. Do you even know what an emissary does? Do you know how diplomacy works? Are you sure you're even qualified to be the Sissy Queen's Sissy Bitch?"

"How dare you question my credentials, Ladypuss!" Fawn raised her voice a bit louder than she intended. She looked around nervously and lowered her voice, but not her level of irritation. "I was already doing this professionally when you were still learning to masturbate from the Mistresses in the Female Academy! Do me a favor; stay away from me. I'll be civil with you when we're on duty as the emissaries to the King, but otherwise, I want nothing to do with you."

"So because I caught you defying your Sissy Queen - sucking dick with her exclusive little pet - you act like a child and pretend I'm the one in the wrong? This is all my fault? Somehow, I'm the problem?" Heather asked incredulously. "Don't you remember when we first met, after my graduation back home in the Queen's Realm? We got along very well. I was so impressed by you. You were a Sissy Bitch to the Queen and I was just a young nubile upstart, fresh out of the Academy. But you were so pretty and mature, and you seemed so accomplished. We even fucked that one night after we masturbated to the bathing shows together in the bubble baths, remember? What has happened to you since then?"

"That was a long time ago," Fawn said. "Rest assured, your filthy pussy will not be warming my sissy cock again."

"Well, I guess you don't need my pussy when you have a hot little sissy slut like Lollipop to play with. Have you put your cock in her asshole yet? Has she put her dick inside you? I'm sure the Sissy Queen would love to hear all about how you're looking after her personal sex pet while she's here on loan in the King's Realm."

"Like I said, whore," Fawn ignored Heather's line of questioning, "you and me? We're done!"

That's a shame," Heather said. "It's funny because I actually used to have a lot of respect for you. When Queen Vula named me Ladypuss to the King, I hoped I was up to the task, as I believed you were at the time. But now I know better."

"Well, I suppose that all things change," Fawn replied. "That night we masturbated together and fucked in the Queen's baths is a distant memory. Anyway, we're here in the King's Realm now, and we have the King's baths to worry about. They hardly ever work properly anymore. Maybe you can use your wet cunt to entice His Majesty to be more attentive to the needs of his people before they reach a point of immiseration and rise up against him."

Suddenly, Myula walked into the anteroom, interrupting the emissaries' spat.

"What's going on here?" she addressed Fawn angrily. "What nonsense are you spouting about an uprising of the people? Do you not understand that such accusations can spread and make everyone fearful? Do you know that everyone passing by can hear you? You're here, Fawn, in service to our Sissy Queen Vivian. Do you not realize that this reflects poorly on your Sovereign?"

She then turned her attention to Ladypuss Heather.

"And you, Ladypuss - I hear you've been throwing around false accusations of your own," Myula said. "What are you up to, trying to smear the reputation of a servant of the Sissy Queen? Sissy Bitch Fawn attends to Lollipop when I cannot. The Sissy Queen has signed off on this, yet you go around accusing Fawn of violating the sissy pet's chastity. Your behavior has been very unprofessional if you ask me. I'm tempted to send a report to your Queen on this matter."

"With all due respect, Lady Myula," the Ladypuss retorted, "she's your Queen as well."

"Don't take that insolent tone with me, you slut," Myula sneered. "You horny little tarts from the Queen's Realm - with your pert asses, big titties, and pretty pink twats. You cunts always think the world revolves around you and your sacred femininity. Well, whore, you're not the only one with a tight, warm hole for a man to fuck - you just think you are. I've had many a cock in my snug little sissy butt. All it means is that I love the feel of a hard cock in my ass, nothing more. It's nothing special. It's not how I ascended to my place in this world. You see, Ladypuss, I have skill and true influence. As for you - your position, and what little influence you have, is entirely based on your willingness to take dick in your wet little pussy. You manipulate and use men to suck your clit and make you cum, then you slide your dirty little pussy down on their cocks and drain the hot, milky semen from their balls. You think this gives you control and influence over them, and indeed it does. But it's a charade. Your pussy is all you have. There's no real talent behind your little pink fuckhole - wet and alluring though it may be. There's no knowledge of diplomacy and political decision making. I'm afraid that your little wet twat, though it surely feels deep and snug to the dick that's inside it, is, in reality, shallow and played out. There is no substance behind it, or you."

"I'm going to choose to ignore those hurtful words. My professional reputation and my performance as Ladypuss is a matter of public record and your attempts to smear me are below you, Myula," Heather said. "So your insults fall on deaf ears and have no effect. But how dare you besmirch the Queen's reasoning for posting me as Ladypuss to the King. Queen Vula is, by far, the most admired Sovereign in any of the three Realms, and there is a reason her people love her so. I admit, your home Realm - that of the Sissy Queen - is fairly well governed; it is certainly not as bad as this one is becoming. But of the three, the Queen's domain is a shining example of noble and wise leadership."

"Are you sure about that?" Myula queried sarcastically. "When was the last time you checked in at home? Much has changed since you've been posted here in the King's Realm. In fact, I hear that Leapfuck abuse is running rampant right under Vula's nose. If she was such a wise and effective monarch, how could a scourge like that take root among the people?"

"Leapfuck? What are you talking about? That is slander! Leapfuck is not a problem in the Queen's domain. On the contrary, Myula, I've heard that the drug problem that has descended upon us here in the King's Realm is actually the result of Leapfuck being funneled in from the criminal godmother Sassi. And everyone knows that her organization operates out of your home Realm - the Realm of the Sissy Queen. And with Vivian's blessing, no less! What do you say to that?"

"The King's deficiencies as a ruler cannot be blamed on a fanciful tale about some alleged criminal godmother who happens to reside in the Sissy Queen's Realm," Myula retorted. "Sassi is a legitimate businesswoman. She runs the textile mills. Do you see these beautiful white dresses, skirts, and crop tops we all wear? They wouldn't exist without her enterprise. And if you knew anything, you'd see that it wouldn't make sense for her to undermine the Queen's Realm. It's not good for business. So, you'll have to look elsewhere for someone to blame. In reality, it's the Queen's inadequate response to the epidemic that has allowed it to spread, even now, throughout her Realm. Leapfuck has descended upon Vula's domain and it has taken root. Mark my words, Ladypuss, it won't be long before my adopted daughter - Sissy Queen Vivian - is forced to step into the vacuum of leadership and take executive action. Although my sissy daughter would never dream of interfering in the governance of her fellow Sovereigns, if things continue as they are, it may become unavoidable. If things do not improve, she will be obligated to assume the mantle of Sissy Protectoress of all of Fluidia, and send armies under her banner into both of the other Realms to restore order from the chaos Vula and Omartin have allowed to fester under their watch."

Heather glared open-mouthed at the old tranny, shocked at the scenario she just described and dumbfounded in response to this outrageous threat. To add insult to injury, Fawn was standing just behind Myula's shoulder - with a smug look on her face - smiling at the Ladypuss...

***

... Just when the tension in the air seemed on the verge of boiling over, the boom of the King's jovial, jujeeba-drunk voice was heard approaching from down the hallway. He arrived naked with a large, unruly entourage of well known liars, sluts, leeches, and junkies - all of them giggling and slurring their speech. Everyone in this sordid collection of hangers-on was as naked as he was - male, female, and sissy alike - and most seemed under the influence of one intoxicating substance or another.

"Now, everyone, wait for me in my bedchamber," the King addressed them. "We'll reconvene there as soon as my Shower is done and have a delightful little fuckfest. Everyone get your little sex holes lubed up and ready for cock. We'll all enjoy ourselves, and we'll all cum, and cum again - numerous times, I assure you. While you wait, make yourselves at home. I encourage you to help yourself to all the jujeeba wine you can drink. But, please - tempting though it may be - please refrain from stimulating your genitals until I return. For I do not wish to miss out on a moment of the fun!"

He tweaked one tall, gangly woman's nipple and squeezed her sad, saggy tit; then he turned and patted a heavy-set sissy crossdresser's big jiggly buttcheek, before turning to the emissaries. He began stumbling toward them - already in the midst of offering an enthusiastic greeting.

However, just before he reached them, a male messenger approached the King with a report from the public bubble bath technician. Apparently, the circulation jets were down, rendering the baths unusable. Without the jets, there would be no way to effectively filter the enormous quantity of milky ejaculate floating in the water. To make matters worse, the King's supply master - Moises, who was a known Leapfuck addict - had failed to stock up on the necessary parts for repairs.

But, rather than thanking the messenger for his speedy delivery of this news, and then seeing to the matter, Omartin instead flew into a rage. He chastised the runner for bringing him down with this unpleasant business and threatened his job if such interruptions continued.

The messenger, unsure of what to do, simply stood there in silent disbelief for a moment. Finally, publicly embarrassed, he lowered his eyes, turned, and quietly slinked away, shaking his head in confusion.

"You're lucky I don't send you to the mines!" the unreasonable King called out behind him.

Then, undeterred by the situation with the baths, His Majesty abruptly spun around to his emissaries, the drunken smile returning to his face, and enthusiastically greeted them.

"Lovely Fawn... Gorgeous Heather... Good morning to you both! And if it isn't the Sissy Queen's Lady Mother, Myula, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Good morning Your Highness," Myula curtsied, "I just came to see if you'd be interested in Lollipop dancing for you later today - that is, after your orgy of course."

"Lollipop, that beautiful sissy slut," the King said loudly. "I hear the Sissy Queen's desire that she remain chaste has been... challenged, shall we say?"

"Vile rumors, Your Majesty," Myula contradicted the King with disdain in her voice. "Lollipop is the Sissy Queen's obedient and chaste little sissy pet. She is here to arouse your Court's passions, and inspire vigorous and healthy love making through her erotic charms, but she herself is off limits, as you and everyone else is well aware. And, I'm happy to say, her chastity has remained intact. Unless, that is, you are accusing me of incompetence in my task of managing the little sissy pet."

"I make no accusations, sweet Myula," the King tried to assure her. "I merely repeat what I've heard around the Palace, that's all.

Myula glared at the King as he changed the subject.

"You know, pretty Myula, you yourself are still very attractive for your age. Why do you not attend the social functions here more often? It seems to me that if Lollipop is meant to arouse us, but she herself is off limits, why then shouldn't you - as someone who is able indulge her erotic passions freely - loosen up a bit and... join the party. I, for one, and many others, find your more mature sissy charms quite alluring. In fact, even now, it arouses me the way the head of your little sissy dick hangs down and peeks out from below the hem of your sissy dress, teasing me. Your beauty makes me think that we could share much pleasure, if only you'd give me the chance."

The King's penis grew erect. He leaned in close to her and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"It may interest you to know - Lady Mother - that I love licking old, wrinkled sissy buttholes," he whispered in her ear, sliding his hand up her thigh.

"Your words flatter me, Your Majesty," Myula replied, trying to disguise the contempt that she felt for the King. "It is just that I prioritize my duty to the Sissy Queen above all else, even before my own carnal desires. However, perhaps you're right. Maybe I will try to make myself more of a social presence."

The old tranny understood that she would eventually need to become more of a social butterfly in order to establish herself in the minds of the public, and thus, take the reins of the Realm during the transition from the Triumvirate to Vivian's new unified Empire of One. Her agreeable response to the King's attempt at a come-on was meant to indicate that she would accept future invitations to his social functions. She knew that she might even need to use her sissy charms - her big, surgically enhanced tranny tits; her meaty cock; and her little sissy butthole - to establish herself as a public figure, and she was prepared to do whatever was necessary to that end. The King, idiot though he is, was right. It was time for Myula to make herself visible.

"Perhaps, pretty Myula, your little pet Lollipop could entertain my guests at the orgy this morning after the Shower," the King took the bait. "And, since you agree that you should get out more often, perhaps you'll bring your lovely, mature sissy ass to the party as well."

"Your Majesty, that sounds like a wonderful idea," Myula lied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must go unlock Lollipop and prepare her if we're to be ready for this morning's orgy. Will you send word when the shower is done so that we'll know when we're expected?"

"It will be done," the King said. Myula turned and walked toward the corridor, but just before she made it out of the room, the King called her back again. "Oh, and Myula..." She turned around. "... As pretty as you look in that little sissy dress, you might as well come naked. I intend to lay you down and slide this hard cock into you as soon as you set foot in the door, and I want to suck on those tranny titties as I do."

Myula curtsied silently, then turned on her heel and walked down the hall.

Chapter 23 - Heidi Uncovers A Secret

Heidi was bored and extremely horny. It was late morning and the Palace was relatively quiet. With the Sissy Queen's morning Shower having concluded a couple of hours ago, many were in the public bubble baths or down in the sex lounges, engaging in all manner of lewd, orgasm-inducing activity. After her service in the Shower, she had joined the lustful throng and gone down to the lounges as well. She had let Sissy Priss Julie fuck her little wet twat, but it didn't satisfy her. It's not that it didn't feel good. It did; Julie made her cum pretty quickly, in fact, and they cuddled together for a while after. But her satisfied afterglow didn't last. Indeed, as soon as she returned home, she felt a different kind of desire occupying her mind.

Ever since that day last week, when she finally had the opportunity to fuck Kildan, he was all she could think about. He was strong, handsome - and he had a nice big cock. When she drank his urine, the taste aroused her as never before. And when she watched him drink hers, she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and a naughty tingle tickling her pussy. Afterwards, when she mounted him, his erection felt hot and delicious inside her. Yet, he was also a sensitive, caring, and honorable man.

"Why does the thought of this one man wet my pussy and torment my heart so?" Heidi wondered aloud. "I may not have a rational answer to this question, but I know that my desire for him only grows stronger and more intense the longer I go without his touch. My thirst is seemingly unquenchable."

She longed to make love to him again. Images of his rock hard manhood thrusting into the deep, pink folds of her vagina flashed through her mind, teasing her and keeping her in a state of perpetual arousal and need. But he had been busy with his duties.

Kildan was known to be thoughtful and exceptionally attentive to detail. Because of this stellar reputation, Horna had recently appointed him to the organizing committee for the Sissy Queen's annual Black Day celebration - Her Sissy Majesty's favorite holiday - during which she donned her black lingerie and masturbated on an elevated platform in the center of the Palace atrium for a live audience of thousands of devoted Fluidians watching from the balconies.

In the week since Kildan was given this special assignment, he always seemed to be rushing from one meeting to another. It was also well known that both Horna and the Sissy Queen liked to have frequent sex with committee members - feeling that the intimacy made the meetings more joyful and productive. So that obligation was occupying much of Kildan's time as well.

In fact, besides standing across from each other on the rim of the basin during the Sissy Queen's Showers, they had only spoken once, and only in passing, since the day they fucked and bathed together a week earlier at Kildan's apartment.

But Heidi's thoughts were absolutely consumed with him. She wondered if he was thinking of her in the same way. Was he even thinking of her at all? She enjoyed being haunted by the image of his penis sliding into her, tormenting though it was. Thinking of him made her pussy ache. She would become so aroused as she replayed their lovemaking again and again in her mind.

"I need to masturbate in a fun way," she thought. "Only by making myself cum to the thought of him will I have peace. But I've already fingered myself so many times in my apartment, in the baths, and in the Palace sex lounges. I feel that I need more stimulation and excitement in my self pleasure - more naughty kinkiness. I need to find a way to get myself off in a different and unusual manner. Only then will my sexual thirst be quenched, at least until the next time I feel these pangs of horniness and need."

Craving the thrill of risky masturbation, she decided that she would explore the Palace. Surely she could find somewhere unique to get herself off - somewhere in a deep, dark, forgotten corner of the estate - somewhere few ever go.

And once she found a sexy, secret place, she wanted to play with herself in a way that would satisfy her unusually high level of lust. She had always been this way. As far back as she could remember, she tended to explore her self-pleasure in a highly experimental way. The very reason she was sent to the Palace in the first place was because her parents didn't know how to channel her unusually high drive to masturbate in creative, often taboo ways. When her father caught her thrusting a warm, cooked sausage into her wet pussy, they decided that her special tendencies might be of use in the erotic services of one of the Sovereigns. But rather than send her to serve in the Realm in which they lived - the Realm of the King - they had instead chosen to send her further away from home, to the Realm of the Sissy Queen. At least there she would be free of the embarrassing rumors that had always swirled around her at home - for example, rumors of the time she had been caught humping her pussy on the smooth, hairless back of her neighbor's jellygoat out in the field.

Sending her away had been a difficult choice for her family, but luckily, when Heidi arrived at the Sissy Queen's Palace with only a cute, but very basic white dress on her back and a letter of introduction from her unknown farming family from the King's Realm, she was quickly accepted there without question. There were always menial housekeeping tasks that needed to be done around the Palace, and consequently, there was a high demand for nubile female workers. So, Heidi was given a bed in the servant girls' dormitory, and a job wiping up the piss from the bathroom floor after the Sissy Queen's evening urine showers.

Having grown up on a whizzlegrain farm, she was uncultured and fairly rough around the edges. Farm girls like her were not formally educated and, therefore, lacked the social grace and polish that the pretty debutantes who had graduated from the Sissy Queen's Female Academy were known for.

However, despite having some initial difficulties, Heidi adjusted fairly well to her new surroundings. She was thankful for the job and she completed her assigned tasks with diligence and an attention to detail that some of the more privileged nubiles seemed to lack.

While her work ethic was, indeed, solid, her dedication may have also been explained by the fact that she was secretly aroused by crawling around on her hands and knees, playing in the piss. In fact, it fueled her masturbation fantasies each night as she silently played with herself in her bunk for the first few weeks she was there.

In fact, all the girls in the dormitory diddled themselves to sleep each night. A chorus of soft moans and purrs - accompanied by a dulcet assortment of wet, squishy sounds - could be heard throughout the room, as girl...

- Squish, squish - "Uuuuuhhhhhh"

after girl...

- Squish, squish, squish - "Oooooooooh"

after girl...

- Squish, squish, squish, squish - "Aaaaaaaaah"

after girl...

- Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish - "Mmmhmmmmmm"

... reached climax quietly in her bed. These sweet vocalizations served as a nightly lullaby for all of the young servants bunking together in the dorms.

Fueled by the faint music of these orgasms all around her, Heidi masturbated her wet little pussy each night, along with the rest of her bunkmates.

But on certain evenings, when circumstance and luck converged to provide her the opportunity, she would stay up very, very late - when all the other girls had drifted off to sleep - to indulge in her kinkier self-pleasuring habits.

During these occasional late-night sessions, the focus of the insatiable girl's forbidden lust was a small, stolen hand towel. Of course, there is nothing particularly sexy about a little hand towel - except for the fact that these particular ones would be soaked in piss.

Heidi, being the kinky, creative masturbator that she is, was always seeking an edge to her self-pleasuring ritual. It didn't take her long in her new environment to find a kinky, forbidden thrill to indulge in. The stolen towel provided exactly what she and her needy little pussy craved.

In her job wiping up the piss from the bathroom floor, Heidi became fixated on the idea of stealing one of the smaller piss-soaked hand towels that the girls used to wipe up the urine. She wanted to take it back to the dorm and secretly play with it as she masturbated. The girls were instructed to deposit all of the wet towels into the laundry bin each day. They were not allowed to take them, and truly, none of the other girls would have thought to take one anyway. But Heidi was not like the other girls. Her crew cleaned in the evening, just before bed, and she devised a scheme that would allow her to sneak a wet towel back to the dormitory for bedtime.

While Heidi worked, she would hardly ever be alone, but there would be rare, fleeting opportunities when the supervisor would have to leave the room for one reason or another. When this happened, it would tend to happen near the end of the work night. So she decided that, the next time she was left unobserved, she would sneak a piss-soaked hand towel back to the dorm by discreetly shoving some of it up her pussy and clenching the rest of it between her buttcheeks until she got back to her bunk. Luckily, she would not have to tighten her cheeks for too long. The girls' dorm was only a short walk away from the Sissy Queen's shower complex and no one seemed to notice that she would be walking funny as she made her way back to her bed.

The servant girls slept in the nude, so once they were back in their dorm, they would disrobe for the night. As Heidi slipped off her dress, it was fairly easy for her to discreetly dislodge the towel out from between her legs and stash it in her small bedside drawer until she got the opportunity to play with it.

After a few moments, the girls would all be snuggled in bed under their covers - all of them beginning to indulge in their nightly self-pleasuring rituals. Heidi would join in, rubbing herself to her first orgasm of the night. But while the other girls reached their pleasurable peaks and dozed off to sleep, Heidi would be waiting quietly in the dark for her opportunity to take things further down into the kinky depths that truly made her pussy weep with anticipation.

Once she was certain that all the other girls were asleep, and her horny little vagina could wait no more, she would silently retrieve the piss-soaked hand towel from her bedside table. As soon as the erotic treasure was back in her hands, she would press it against her face, feeling the pissy wetness on her cheeks and deeply inhaling the erotic scent of delicious stale pee. She would stuff as much of the towel into her mouth as she could, sucking drops of urine from the saturated fabric. This made the inner walls of her pussy absolutely flood with her warm juices.

Pulling down her covers, she would wipe the wet towel on her tits, teasing her nipples until they were both stiff and pointing up to the ceiling. At this point, she couldn't keep her hands from her vagina any longer. She would begin tenderly rubbing her long, slender fingers up and down her hairy labia as she wiped the urine of the Sissy Queen's 3,000 Pissers all over her aroused, naked body.

In no time at all, she would begin trembling in the pleasure of orgasm, desperately trying to stifle the sounds of her lust. Her tender young body would tighten and spasm in the throes of her forbidden climax as she writhed in her silky pink bedsheets. As soon as the waves from one explosion would recede, she would begin working her pussy toward another.

After diddling herself to three or four orgasms, she would stash the towel back in her bedside table, before slipping contentedly into her sweet, naughty dreams. Although the towel would dry up by the next night, it would still smell like pee for a few days, so Heidi would be up late masturbating each night until the final traces of the scent would finally fade. Sometimes it would be a week or more until she had another opportunity to sneak another pissy towel back to her bed, so in the meantime, she would simply masturbate herself to sleep along with the rest of the girls and content herself with the one orgasm each night. But she never passed up the opportunity to sneak another wet towel back to the dorms for three or four nights of pissy kinky fun.

In spite of the late hours she kept during these piss-rag self-pleasure sessions, the quality of her work was unaffected. But it wasn't her work ethic that changed the course of her life. It was, instead, Heidi's beautifully eccentric nature that drew people in. Her quirky, unconventional beauty - with her plump, pouty lips; her deep, lusty gaze; and her awkward, lanky frame - was irresistible when paired with her cute, innocent country-girl demeanor.

But she also exuded an unconscious, palpable naughtiness and sexual allure. Although she, herself, was unaware that she was giving off this enticing, teasing energy, everyone else around her couldn't ignore it. She drew people in like a magnet with the kinky sexuality that she tried so hard to hide - probably due to deeply ingrained feelings of masturbatory guilt that had stemmed from her youthful transgressions with farm animals, sausages, and other forbidden self-pleasuring aids.

But, ironically, it was precisely this shy, guilt-ridden embarrassment she displayed that everyone was attracted to. It had been one of the factors that had gotten her admitted to the Palace as a servant in the first place. And before long - as more and more people had the chance to engage with her sexually - she had completely enthralled the Sissy Queen's inner circle. Once she became acclimated, her outward embarrassment melted away, although her alluring sexual awkwardness and her general shy and introverted demeanor remained.

The "new girl", as she was called by most people in the beginning of her tenure, quickly became known for her eager and keen sexuality and for the contrast between her gorgeous dirty-blonde tresses and her thick, dark bush of curly pubic hair. She quickly became a favorite fucktoy of several members of the Palace Court, not to mention numerous common men, women, and sissies in the bubble baths, which she visited almost every afternoon before work.

And so it was that soon after her arrival, Heidi's creative spirit and her willingness to try anything sexual in the bubble baths and the sex lounges made her stand out. The girl was irresistible. She delighted in the sexual variety and kink that had suddenly become available to her, and she became quite promiscuous, indulging in every opportunity to share her lust and her wet, hairy genitals with anyone who wished.

Before she knew it, Heidi was no longer one of the young nubile servant girls wiping up the piss after the showers. Instead, she found herself standing on the rim of the Sissy Queen's shower basin during the sacred ceremony, adorned in gold jewelry and a silky white camisole top, pissing on Her Sissy Majesty from her own urethra as a bottomless Maiden in the Evening Circle of Seven - one of the most esteemed positions in the Realm. It was a truly meteoric rise.

Although Heidi had matured quite a bit since she first arrived, she was still known for her cute awkward personality and her eager sexuality. She had managed to subdue her more unacceptable masturbatory cravings by having a lot of naughty sex with a lot of different people, indulging deeply in her newly discovered love of pissing on people and being pissed on. She also suppressed her shyness and became something of an extroverted public masturbator, which seemed to satisfy her taste for extreme forms of autoeroticism. Indeed, for a long while, Heidi no longer felt the need to engage in anything forbidden or taboo. She was sexually satisfied.

But now that her focus was on Kildan, she felt her desire for sex with others beginning to diminish. Of course, as one of the Sissy Queen's Piss Maidens, she was still fucking other people in the sex clubs and the bubble baths, but she definitely noticed a drop in her enthusiasm for these erotic encounters. All she could think of was Kildan's hard cock slipping between her juicy, pink pussy lips and pounding her horny wet twat until they both collapsed together in blissful orgasm, his spasming penis spurting hot white spunk into her warm, soft womb.

In fact, Heidi was starting to wonder if she was developing a fetish for monogamy - which, if this was indeed the case, surprised even her. In Fluidia, given the sexual culture and the religious beliefs of the people, a fetish for purely monogamous sexual relationships was rare, almost to the point of being taboo. And while Heidi definitely had a taste for taboo sexual stimuli, monogamy was never an area of kink she had even considered.

Of course, roughly half of the total known adult population of Fluidia was married, although these percentages skewed significantly based upon geographic location. To put it simply: in more densely populated areas - cities and suburbs - marriage was less common; while in rural areas - farming villages and the frontier hinterlands - couples entered into the bonds of matrimony much more frequently.

This does not mean, however, that these married couples were sexually exclusive. Quite the contrary. While the vast majority of wedding vows were entered into out of a genuine sense of romantic love and commitment, individuals who were married were just as likely as an unmarried Fluidian to engage in sex with multiple partners. So matrimony was not regarded as having any impact on sexual exclusivity, whatsoever.

On the other hand, what Fluidian marriage did signify was a couple's commitment to bearing offspring together on an exclusive basis. As a result of this conscious decision to raise families in married households, roughly two-thirds of Fluidians were born to committed, married couples.

As such, the married adult couple was responsible for managing their household - whether it was a remote farmstead, a large manor-home in a residential square, or a small inner-city apartment near one of the Royal Palaces. In addition, married pairs had an obligation to care for their offspring until they were able to independently provide for themselves.

So, in Fluidia, monogamy was exceptionally rare - perhaps even non-existent. Of course, some kinkier minded individuals - mostly females - were known to harbor secret fantasies of sexual monogamy, often with an impregnation element. But these were typically just used as hot, sexy daydreams and whimsical figments of their masturbatory imaginations.

Women and girls who held secret fantasies like this in their hearts would diddle themselves to the sexually appealing myth of a man who was willing to forsake all pussies but the one between her legs - a pipe dream, to be sure, but a pipe dream that felt very good to finger oneself to.

Lately, Heidi had become one of the women masturbating to such a fantasy. It was the only thought that was really wetting her hairy little twat when she felt the desire to play with herself. Ironically, she found that, for some reason, rubbing her pussy to this fantasy almost made her feel like her younger, more creative sexual self again.

Indeed, the more she indulged her taboo fantasies of monogamy, the more she refrained from actual sexual interactions with others in the Palace. As a result, she could feel her old desire for unorthodox and experimental forms of self-love possessing her spirit anew - filling her with the same lust and depraved need she knew so well when she was still a horny virgin, constantly seeking new, creative ways to get herself off.

Initially she struggled against the return of these taboo masturbatory urges from her youth - forcing herself to seek sexual encounters with random males, females, and sissies around the Palace in the hopes of behaving "like a grown-up" and drowning out her longing for Kildan, who, for the moment, remained unavailable, due to his obligations to the Sissy Queen.

Guilt attacked her from both sides.

On one hand, she felt guilty for wanting to continue to live the life she had been living since she came to the Palace - happily masturbating in public and fucking anyone and everyone she desired - as if living this type of typical Fluidian sex life was somehow a betrayal of her true leanings - her more virginal, solitary sexual nature.

On the other hand, she felt guilty whenever she began to feel tempted to indulge her more unusual fantasies - like giving her body only to Kildan, and saving all other sexual pleasure for her self-love sessions, finding outlet for her desires only through her own secret masturbatory creativity and her often bizarre acts of solitary autoeroticism.

One afternoon she finally overcame these feelings of guilt, and gave in to her desire to indulge this long-lost craving she thought she had left far in the past. She needed to feed the lonely, kinky beast between her legs, as she had done so frequently in her youth, and she decided that she wanted to masturbate in some new and creative way - something akin to humping her horny pussy on the back of a jellygoat or fucking herself to orgasm with a warm, meaty sausage.

So with this goal in mind, she began walking the less explored parts of the Palace, hoping to come across something unusual she could hump or thrust inside herself, just as she would have when she was a virgin back home on the farm.

"Too bad the Sissy Queen doesn't keep jellygoats," she joked to herself as she wound through the hallways, her needy pussy torturing her and pulling her along as she searched. "It would feel so good to straddle its hairless back and slide my pussy on its smooth, warm skin right now."

Driven by her renewed spirit of youthful, virginal lust, she made her way to the older, rarely used Eastern Wing of the Palace. In the earliest days of the Triumvirate, the Eastern Wing had been the main hall and housed the throne rooms and pleasure chambers of most of the past Sissy Queens. Later - roughly a century ago - the Palace was expanded to its present footprint, and the Eastern Wing was relegated to archives and storage. Rumor had it that there were tens of thousands of gallons of royal piss from Sissy Queens of the past stored in these rooms, along with all manner of other old artifacts from the earliest days of the Triumvirate.

Heidi followed one particular corridor through a series of twists and turns. At its end, she found that it opened into a small warehouse area which was full of boxes and shelving.

"Now this has some potential," she thought.

She began to rummage through some old boxes stacked just inside the doorway, but nothing caught her fancy. It was mostly just super short sissy dresses - the kind that lets their little limp sissy dicks and butt cheeks peek out from the bottom - and some silky white bedding.

Another collection of boxes held what looked like the Palace's holiday decorations. There were banners and garlands for Black Day - the holiday devoted to the celebration of masturbation - and another couple of containers held tapestries and ribbons for Purple Day - the feast of jujeeba berries.

Another corner of the room was stacked almost up to the ceiling with a variety of chairs and chaise lounges. As was the custom - they were all upholstered in pink. The tradition in all three Realms of Fluidia is that all furniture in the Palaces is dyed to match the color of the current Queen's inner labia. Heidi noticed that the shade of pink of the upholstery on all of these old chairs was a much lighter shade of pink than the furniture in the Palaces now.

"I guess the predecessor of Queen Vula had much lighter pussy lips," Heidi thought. "How very interesting."

After making a mental note to herself to try to find a written description of the previous Queen's vagina, she continued searching for something she could use to get herself off. She saw a series of six long shelving units on the opposite side of the large storage room. They extended from a narrow walkway, running alongside one of the walls, almost to the middle of the room.

"There's got to be something over there I can use," she thought to herself as she made her way toward the large wooden units.

Heidi walked up and down the aisles, looking for something that enticed her, but it was mostly just stacks of paper documents. She did see one particular bundle of papers labeled "Sissy Queen Vivian: Family History."

"Hmmm, the Sissy Queen's family history. That sounds interesting," she thought. "All I've heard is that the Sissy Queen was abandoned by her family soon after she began crossdressing and then she was taken in by Lady Mother Myula. I love learning the history of this Realm. I'll take these back to my apartment and read through them next time I feel myself getting horny like this. Maybe a distraction will help occupy my mind and prevent this obsessive, needy feeling I keep having between my thighs. But for now, I'm already too wet and horny to stop myself. I've come this far - I just have to rub my pussy on something and get myself off."

She took the bundle of papers from the shelf and set it down near the door, so that she wouldn't forget to grab it on her way out. Then, she returned to the shelves and continued to look for something to masturbate with, preferably something to grind her pussy on - she was in the mood for humping.

She stood next to one of the tall, wooden shelving units and slid her hand up and down its smooth, polished edge. Having struck out on finding anything else, she decided that she wanted to press her vulva up against it. She slipped out of her dress and spread her legs around the cold, rounded corner. She supported herself by wrapping one hand around the back of the case and, with the other, reached up to grip a shelf just above her head. She carefully leaned her upper body back, pressing her naked, swollen clit firmly against the wood. This felt nice. She began sliding herself up and down on the smooth polished corner. Her wet, aroused labia opened and spread around the slippery surface as she raised and lowered herself on her toes. Her clit felt so good sliding up and down on the smooth edge of the rigid shelf that she decided that she had finally arrived at her destination - she would make herself cum right there.

She was feeling nice and naughty, humping something so ordinary - something not meant for sex. This is what she liked best about it. She loved using everyday objects - things most people would never think to rub their pussies on. She felt that she was well on the way to cumming, so she threw her head back and began to speed up - intending to bring herself off quickly. But as her spasms caused her gaze to turn up to the ceiling, something else caught her eye. Overhead, off to one side, there were two large metal hooks, which were screwed into the ceiling a few feet apart from each other. Still humping her pussy against the shelf, she looked down and noticed a small step ladder just under the hooks.

Heidi had always loved humping and grinding her pussy to orgasm. Back at home on the family farm she had discovered a very unusual way to do it. The hooks in the ceiling above her now reminded her of it. There were similar hooks in her father's barn, with ropes suspended from them, hanging down in a "U" shape, almost all the way down to the ground. These were on a sliding pulley system that allowed her father to move heavy objects from one side of the barn to the other with minimal effort. Whenever she was sure she was alone in those days, Heidi had a habit of raising her leg and putting it through the ropes, then sitting down with the ropes pulling up tight between her legs. She would relax her muscles and just hang in the sling, letting the ropes support all of her weight. The ropes would be pulled taut between her butt cheeks in the back and her pussy lips in the front. If she leaned forward, the tightened ropes would rub against her clit. By gently rocking for a few minutes, she would feel tremendous pleasure building in her pussy. In very little time, she discovered that this could arouse quite a naughty feeling in her as she orgasmed.

What she loved most about humping was the lewd and slutty way it forced her to gyrate and thrust her hips. It wasn't as passive as fingering herself. When she humped and wiggled her butt, her erotic movements turned her on so much. She had been caught humping so many times, that she grew to enjoy thinking about someone spying on her - seeing her moving in such a slutty, animalistic way.

Back home on the farm, whenever she could sneak away and be alone, masturbating in the rope sling had always been a favorite pastime of Heidi's. Of course, she still masturbated in other ways, but, next to humping the smooth, warm backs of her neighbor's jellygoats, the ropes were her favorite naughty escape. She would sometimes rub her pussy raw dangling from them, in her endless, horny pursuit of erotic pleasure. The ropes were somewhat rough and uncomfortable, but her lust and excitement to masturbate in a naughty and unusual way always made her persevere until she had achieved the orgasm she craved from what quickly became her favorite method. The discomfort was mild, and over time, she actually learned to derive a certain type of taboo pleasure from it, which only added to her obsession.

Now, in the Palace storage area, humping the bookcase and staring up at the hooks in the ceiling, she was reminded of this naughty habit from earlier in her life and she felt a fresh discharge of pussy juice dampen her labia and her thick pubic hair.

"What if I use some of that silky white bedding to make myself a masturbation sling of sorts?" she thought, slowing her hips down on the cold wooden shelf. "If I securely tie one end of the sheet to one hook, then the other end to another hook, and leave the slack hanging down in a "U" shape, I could straddle it and grind myself to orgasm, just like the rope sling back home."

Her pussy began throbbing at the titillating memory of the pleasure she had given herself all those years ago in the family barn, dangling with those ropes pulled up tight between her legs.

"The feeling of being suspended - just hanging there with all of my weight forcing my pussy against the ropes was so sweet and delicious," she silently reminisced. "When I came that way, I had the feeling of falling, which felt so dangerous and dirty."

With her head swirling in a daze of erotic anticipation, Heidi set to work. She eagerly rummaged through the boxes of bedding and found an extra long bed sheet that would be an appropriate length for the task. It was made to fit one of those ridiculously huge orgy beds the Sissy Queen had in her private wing.

The horny Maiden dragged the ladder below one of the hooks, climbed up, and securely tied one end of the sheet to it. Then she moved the ladder under the second hook. She climbed up again and secured the other end of the sling to it. Now the soft white fabric hung down in a "U" shape, hanging to just below waist-height.

Heidi knew this was going to feel so naughty and so fucking good. It was definitely an unusual way to get herself off, which would satisfy her craving for novelty. But it also had the additional allure of nostalgia. Nowadays, she was definitely not a virgin, but when she first discovered this method, she was. So as she tied the sheet to the second hook, she felt herself slipping back into the sweet, innocent mindframe of the past. She was feeling the type of eager arousal she had felt when she was still a horny, masturbating virgin. Just seeing the sheet hanging there, in that familiar "U" shape, made her cunt flood with pussy juice. She hadn't masturbated with this method in a very long time, and now she was about to feel that naughty, slutty feeling again, only better. By substituting nice, cool silky sheets for the rough rope of her youth, this improved version of her old masturbation sling was sure to feel so much nicer on her horny little slit.

After a short internal debate over whether she wanted to be fully naked or not, she hiked up her skirt and pulled her dress up over her shoulders, removing it completely. Being nude triggered the secretion of a small flood of vaginal fluids between her legs. Relishing this naughty feeling, and experiencing a giddy thrill in her belly, she neatly folded her garment and placed it on one of the nearby shelves.

Once all of the preparations were done, there was nothing left to do but play. She tested the strength of her knots by gently tugging down on the silky white bedcovering. Satisfied that it would hold her weight, she lifted her right leg over the low-hanging part of the sheet and stuck it through, so that she was straddling the "U" shaped sling with the slack hanging between her legs, just under her groin.

With anticipation and arousal swelling in her loins, she eagerly rubbed her fingers between her labia, spreading her juices all over her vulva until her lips were thoroughly wet and her clit became fully engorged. She then settled herself down into the sheet and relaxed, allowing the sling to support her body weight. The cold silk sheet pulled up tight between her labia and her butt cheeks. It felt so nice to be hanging in a masturbation sling again. Just relaxing in this position made her feel so naughty and aroused. As she had anticipated, the cool silk fabric was a huge improvement over the rough, hairy rope she used to use. But she also felt the naughty virginal feelings from her past coming back to tickle her arousal in that special delicious way.

She began gently rocking herself forward and back, deliberately angling her hips and wiggling her ass in such a way as to allow her swollen clit to contact the silky sheets more forcefully as she swayed on her hastily assembled masturbation sling. The pleasure quickly intensified to the point where she began to moan, although she tried to keep it quiet - a necessity that also reminded her of the past.

Back then, her shame compelled her to hide her strange masturbation habits - especially the rope sling in the barn. She understood that what she was doing was perverted and unusual. At that time, she had seen many other females her age masturbating. Even in rural areas, where girls didn't attend the Academy, masturbation practice with an older instructor was a rite of passage for everyone. In farming villages like the one Heidi's family lived in, masturbation instruction was done as a community, with the mothers and grandmothers teaching the nubile girls as a group.

But in those group sessions, all the inexperienced, virgin girls would either just rub their hard little clits with their hands, or fingerfuck their little wet cunts. Heidi learned those methods as well - in fact, she excelled at both - but they never truly satisfied her vivid erotic imagination. She craved the feeling of a sexual adventure. She needed to indulge her desire to move her whole body. She wanted to let herself go. She wanted to writhe in pleasure. She wanted to let the lust and sexual energy build up in her loins, and then she wanted to expend that energy - and this type of vulgar, animalistic humping always gave her the feeling she was looking for, especially if she was humping something strange or taboo.

Now, in her silky masturbation sling, she was feeling all of those feelings again and it aroused her in a way she hadn't felt since she was a lusty little virgin on the farm. She moaned and purred softly as she reveled in the dirty feeling of being so slutty with herself. As she humped her clit against the silky sheet, she tried to control her volume by, instead, channeling that vocal energy into her hips. She would stifle a cry or a wail and silently stick her tongue out and wiggle it around. Or she would shake her tits. Or jiggle her butt. She redirected her erotic vocalizations toward erotic body movements. This worked for her. She loved moaning lustfully, but she didn't want to attract attention. She didn't need anyone to walk in on her, back in some off-limits area of the Palace, masturbating in this strange, perverted way. At the same time, the risk of getting caught was definitely adding to the erotic thrill she felt as she humped her horny pussy against the silky sling.

Heidi continued to squirm and wiggle as she sat inside the suspended "U", her legs hanging down on either side, her toes dangling beneath her a few inches from the floor and curling in pleasure. Her pussy began to feel so good as she gyrated her hips, thinking about Kildan's big thick cock sliding inside her wet cunt. She remembered getting fucked by him - their bodies sticky with each other's piss. She began massaging her tits as she picked up the intensity of her movements in the sling. She felt her orgasm fast approaching. It felt so deliciously naughty.

Soon, due to the rhythmic bucking of her hips, she felt the delirium of her climax come over her and she moaned loudly, no longer caring if she got caught. She was cumming. Her pussy felt so good as she slithered and writhed against the sheet. She felt the flood of her pussy juices flowing out from between her labia, dampening the fabric. She felt so dirty and perverted that she had given in to this urge to get herself off in such a risky, kinky way - the kinky way she used to love a long time ago. It was the same feeling of pleasurable guilt and shame that she would feel as a naughty virgin, cumming in her masturbation sling in the family barn. Along with the delicious shame, she couldn't help but feel satisfied at her own filthy perversion. It had been so long since she'd pushed the boundaries and masturbated in such a creative way.

For a long while, Heidi dangled motionless - except for her deep breaths - with the sheet pulled tight between her legs. She leaned forward against the sling and tried to slow her panting. Once she felt her body reach a place of peaceful calm, her energy returned. She pulled her leg out from the "U", then squatted down and hugged herself in the satisfied afterglow of her naughty orgasm. After a short while, she rose and began to push the ladder back below the hooks so that she could take down the evidence of her perversion and stuff the soiled sheet back into the box near the door.

But then, she got another naughty idea. Instead of taking it down, she decided that it would be really hot to just leave it up. Eventually someone would find it and wonder what it was. If it was a woman who discovered the sling, she may intuitively realize what pleasure she could give herself by straddling it.

"Wouldn't it be so hot," she thought, "if some woman found this, after my pussy had already used it, and she rubbed her wet cunt to orgasm on it as well, pressed right where my pussy had been?"

This thought made Heidi wet all over again. She hurriedly thrust her leg back through the "U" and humped herself to orgasm in the sling once more. This time, she worked to cum quickly, moaning loudly the entire time. She enthusiastically wiggled and gyrated in the sling, making her clit feel so nice, keeping an eye on the door and hoping no one walked in. She came in a very short time, nervous that she had let herself get so loud.

Now she felt really naughty. She stood up, pulled her leg out of the "U" once more, and decided that she was definitely leaving the masturbation sling hanging there to be discovered. The thought of some horny woman awkwardly mounting it - feeling embarrassed and ashamed at herself for even trying, but being too wet and aroused to stop herself - and, then, experimenting and learning how to make herself cum with the contraption was sure to provide fuel for Heidi's masturbation fantasies for weeks to come. On the other hand, if a man or a sissy discovered it, they'd probably be confused and just take it down, never realizing what it was put there for - so nothing would come of it. At least they would be handling the sheet that she had rubbed her wet pussy on, never realizing the naughty purpose of the mysterious silk sling as their hands grasped the fabric right where her cunt had been. Maybe they would smell traces of her dried pussy juice on it. So fucking hot.

Satisfied with how well this erotic adventure had turned out, Heidi slipped back into her dress and walked to the door. On the way, she saw the bundle of documents she had earlier set aside to take with her. She picked them up, then took a moment to collect herself - resetting her mindframe to the task at hand. Her little masturbatory escapade was over. Now, she had to sneak back to the more well-traveled area of the Palace. She hoped she could make it back without running into anyone, especially since she was carrying these Royal documents.

"I'm only borrowing them," she thought. "I'll bring them back after I've read them... and then I can hump my silky sling again."

She walked to the exit and cautiously cracked the door. She peeked around to make sure the coast was clear, took a deep breath, then stepped out into the corridor. She slowly tiptoed down the first stretch of the hallway, passing several locked doors. She wound through several twists and turns as she made her way back to the more populated areas. She was about halfway back to the central part of the Palace when something made her freeze in place.

"Are those voices I'm hearing?" she thought.

She tiptoed a bit further and listened intently. Sure enough, the sound of conversation was reverberating lightly through the hallway. If she wanted to get back to the central part of the Palace, she had no choice but to go in the direction of the voices. The other alternative was to go back to the storage room where she had masturbated and wait it out until it felt safe to try to move through the corridor again. She could quietly get herself off in the sling a few more times while she waited. But she knew that it was too risky. If she was caught in that room, it could be trouble. Not so much because of the masturbation - on the contrary, whoever caught her doing that would almost certainly want to fuck her. The real problem was that she was trespassing in a part of the Palace she wasn't supposed to have access to. All those documents were official Royal records and were off limits. She wasn't an innocent servant girl anymore, she was a Piss Maiden in the Sissy Queen's Evening Circle, and she had far too much to lose for such a fleeting thrill. The last thing she needed was to be sent to the Disciplinarian for punishment.

Heidi knew that she had to push forward and scout out the location where the voices were coming from. Only then could she make a decision. She again, began to tiptoe up the corridor. As she progressed, the voices became louder and more clear. Finally, she was able to pinpoint the exact room where the discussion was taking place. It was a side room, just off the main corridor. The door was almost all the way closed, but there was a crack that allowed her to eavesdrop outside without being seen.

She positioned herself just outside the door and listened. Almost immediately she recognized the voices of the crossdresser Horna, and a female 1st Pisser named Candi - a tall, slender woman with a spiky blonde pixie cut, a smoothly shaved pussy, and cute little tits. But the voice of the third participant was unfamiliar. It was definitely a female. The unknown woman had a distinctly soft voice, pitched slightly higher than most, with an alluring, seductive inflection. She had a smooth, sultry manner of speaking. Heidi didn't know why, but something in this unknown woman's tone struck her as sinister.

"When will the drugs be available?" Horna asked. "We were promised a shipment for the Queen's Realm last week and for the King's Realm yesterday, but neither ever arrived."

"We hit a snag in production," the unknown female replied. "But don't worry. We're back on track. The commoners in the other two Realms will be so busy fucking, licking, and sucking each other, that they won't even notice when you overthrow their Sovereigns and install Vivian in their place as Empress of all of Fluidia."

"What assurances do we have?" Horna asked. "You've made promises like this before, Sassi, and have clearly not been able to back them up."

"Sassi?" Heidi thought. "It must be the notorious criminal godmother Sassi. What corruption is Horna engaged in dealing with someone like her? Does the Sissy Queen actually condone this?"

Sassi was the one of the three known Godmothers of the Fluidian underworld. She was a gorgeous, fat female with impeccably styled auburn hair, always worn in a glamorous updo. She was known for her ample bosom; her big, jiggly ass; her wet, hairy pussy; her passionate, squirting orgasms; and her extreme brutality.

"Horna, you know very well that my organization has the ability to produce this Leapfuck under the cover of our normal textile work," the sexy, plus-sized Godmother defended herself. "We've just had a slight disruption to our supply lines. Vajine had the same problem in her area. The distributor we contracted for this project promised us he could deliver a sufficient quantity of leapfool urine, but he hit a snag. Apparently, there was lighter rainfall this season than what is usually expected. Obviously, this negatively affected the leapfool population. No fault of mine. I guess the little buggers temporarily leapt away to a more humid climate zone. But, not to worry, it's been handled. I worked with Vaj and we found a solution. We dumped the old distributor and engaged with a supplier from outside of the Three Realms. I'm getting the piss from the savages now. So is Vaj. I know the Sissy Queen would rather not partner up with the tribes, but I know something the Sissy Queen doesn't know, so trust me - it will all work out. Precipitation levels have been high in the savage lands and the leapfools are abundant - too abundant, in fact. The little creatures are everywhere. The primitive tribes may not be educated, but they know how to extract the pee from those little critters. They've been using it for centuries in some sort of crude mating ritual. I actually witnessed it once. Those savages were howling like filthy monkeys, fucking each other any which way, all hopped up on their mystic concoction. As for me, well I'm naturally horny. I don't need any ancient ritual to fuck. I just open my pussy; take that warm, hard dick inside me; and instinct does the rest. Mama loves a big thick cock pushing up inside of me. Gush, I'm feeling so horny right now."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," Heidi thought to herself, "It seems that Horna and the Sissy Queen are conspiring with two infamous crime goddesses - Sassi and Vajine - to overthrow the Triumvirate. Why would they do this? Don't they realize that such talk is an offense against the Deities? Aren't they concerned about their eternal spirits? Do they not fear the wrath of The Hermaphrodite? Do they want to spend the afterlife decaying in the misery of her rectum?"

Heidi, shocked by these revelations, quietly inched closer to the door to find out more.

"Candi," Horna shifted the discussion to the female member of the Sissy Queen's Shower, "you're coordinating with all of the Pissers in the Three Realms who are loyal to the cause. What news do you have on that front?"

"We have seventeen Pissers in the Queen's Realm who are already ingesting the drug before each Shower," she replied. "In addition, I'm aware of at least one Piss Lord in the Queen's Circle of Seven who ingests a dose each time he feeds his urine to Her Majesty."

"Her Majesty?" Horna interrupted her. "You no longer need to refer to that slut, Vula, as Her Majesty. Mark my words - soon, she'll be just another wet pussy to be bound and punished at the Spit Bath, like the slag she is. Anyway, how are operations proceeding in the King's Realm?"

"Splendidly," Candi replied with glee. "We have over two hundred of Omartin's Pissers with us. They take the drug before each shower. There are also a small number of his Maidens and Prisses who are dosing him with their piss during his daily urine feedings. In addition, numerous bath mannequins and synchronized bathers in both Realms are actively spreading the drug among the commoners. By all accounts, the sex has been hot and nasty with so many people high on Leapfuck in the two affected Realms."

"Excellent," Horna said. "Despite some minor setbacks, everything is still on track and proceeding as planned. The Sissy Queen will be pleased and will want to fuck you both. You are to present yourselves to our future Empress in her bedchamber this evening after the Shower - naked and ready for play. She will undoubtedly have her sissy consort Gaye with her, ready to play as well. Of course, she will want to piss and have sticky play first, followed by a vigorous evening of fucking. This will be her last fuck before her day of abstinence."

"Day of Abstinence?" Sassi was bewildered. "I, myself, can hardly go a day without sexual release - at the very least, fingering myself into a frenzy out in my garden. Why, in the name of all the sacred fluids, would the Sissy Queen be undergoing a day of abstinence?"

"She always abstains from ejaculation on Black Day's Eve," Horna replied. "This allows her lust and her semen production to reach maximum levels for the following day, when we host the annual Black Day celebration."

***

For those unfamiliar with Fluidian religious tradition, Black Day is Fluidia's celebration of masturbation, and the sacred role it plays in the sexuality of the spiritually devoted. Observance of this holiday goes back several millenia, back to the most ancient known history of the Fluidian people - long before the advent of the Triumvirate, and even before the Empire that preceded it. To commemorate this holy day, the people of all Three Realms are encouraged to masturbate as often as possible from sunrise to sunset. Of course, if it can be done in public, this is all the better. It is good for the spirit.

The only way orgasm may be achieved during this sacred day is by one's own hand. Obviously, this restriction is difficult to enforce, and frequent violations most likely do occur. But the Deities see all, and giving in to the temptation to ejaculate into someone's pussy or asshole on Black Day is a mark against one's spirit that will most certainly be tallied up at the time of their death.

This is not to say that sexual contact with others is prohibited on this joyful day. On the contrary, males and sissies are encouraged to share their ejaculate with females - or, indeed, with each other. The stipulation, of course, is that they must self-stimulate by jacking off into the open mouths of their partners, rather than allowing the recipient to suck the sperm from their cocks. Indeed, consuming semen in this manner on Black Day is considered a sacred practice and swallowing someone else's creamy spunk into one's belly on this occasion bodes well for a Fluidian's spirit in the afterlife.

On this celebratory day, it has been a tradition since the dawn of the Triumvirate that the Sovereigns in each of the Three Realms will perform a public masturbation before an audience. This custom is a Black Day gift from the three Sovereigns to their subjects, and is meant for the spiritual enjoyment of the people. Each Sovereign chooses the circumstances and the setting of this devotion according to their personal preferences. Typically, it is done in a location with ample seating for a large audience of masturbating spectators, who come from all walks of life. This audience includes elite members of the upper-classes, middle-class commoners, and even a substantial number of lower class peasants. The former make the long journey from the farming villages to the City Center to watch this sacred spectacle and bring themselves to orgasm along with the urban and suburban population.

For these events, a special stage is built in a setting that a council of spiritual advisors has deemed suitable to the demands of hosting such an important ceremony. In the Sissy Queen's case, she chooses, year-after-year, to host her Black Day masturbation performance in the center of the Atrium she had constructed, in the third year of her Reign, to honor Sheboy - the Diva of the Sissies.

Each year, in the late morning of this wondrous day, thousands of the Sissy Queen's subjects are admitted to the balcony seats that encircle this Atrium. Once the crowd is seated, Her Sissy Majesty enters the beautiful garden, which is replete with wonderful foliage and several beautiful urine fountains. She enters this arena alone - dressed in a deliciously naughty black outfit, usually one that reveals her lovely genitals and her big, sexy sissy ass. Of course, she parades around in this sexy neglige to thunderous applause - prancing seductively and posing for her admirers, reveling in the love that the people shower down upon her.

She shows off her beauty for the crowd - jiggling her buttcheeks, fondling her big luscious sissy balls, and, lastly, bringing her little sissy cock to a full erection. Finally, when she is sufficiently aroused, she sits on the edge of one of her pretty urine fountains, spits on her penis, and masturbates - tenderly jacking off until she cums for her audience of thousands of adoring subjects - shooting her semen all over her belly and her hand.

When her orgasmic spasms subside, she hungrily licks her ejaculate from her fingers as the thousands of males, females, and sissies in the audience begin reaching their own orgasms, every one of them inspired by her. The loyal subjects of the Sissy Queen reciprocate her gift to them by offering their own passionate climaxes to her.

***

"This year's spectacle will be quite lovely indeed," Horna said. "My sister has chosen a lovely outfit for the ceremony. She modeled it for me last night before we made love."

Heidi eavesdropped in the rarely-travelled storage hallways of the Palace as Horna described the special outfit Vivian would be wearing for this year's masturbation - a frilly, black babydoll-style negligee with pretty bows and an open front. Of course, Her Sissy Majesty would be totally bottomless for the performance.

"I love Black Day. It's one of my favorite holidays," Candi said enthusiastically. "It's quite arousing to see the Sissy Queen jacking off her sissy dick in celebration of our erotic culture. Her Sissy Majesty's garden atrium is quite lovely as well. There is no doubt that the Sissy Diva Sheboy appreciates such a beautiful space being dedicated to her glory, with several marble statues of her gaping sissy asshole in the garden for everyone to worship and enjoy. It will be so sexy to see and hear everyone honoring the Sissy Queen in such a beautiful ceremony. I always find it so inspiring to masturbate together as a community. It makes my pussy so wet. It is good for the spirit."

"Good for the spirit, indeed," Horna said, "and tonight, your two wet pussies will be the last to make the Sissy Queen cum until the day after tomorrow, during her Black Day masturbation performance."

"Mmmmm, I've not had the chance to fuck the Sissy Queen before," Sassi said. "Our interactions have always been business oriented. How is she in the sack, Candi?"

"Oh, she's always so much fun! You can just tell that she deeply loves being a sissy slut," Candi said. "And Gaye is such a slutty whore too. I love hearing her moan whenever I suck her cock and lick her sissy balls. I'm already feeling myself getting wet."

"In that case," Horna said, "perhaps we can warm up a bit right now. After all, the Sissy Queen would appreciate your pussies being well primed to pleasure her little sissy dick. So why don't we prepare your vaginas for this evening. Candi, lie back on this chaise lounge and spread your legs. I'm sure Sassi would love to get between your thighs so that she can taste your twat. Sassi, I'm going to slide my sissy cock inside you from behind, so that I can massage your big fat ass cheeks while you lick Candi's little wet slit."

"Mmmmm, I like the sound of that," Sassi purred, twerking her ass.

"So do I," Candi meowed.

Through the small crack in the door, Heidi saw Candi, the pretty, short-haired female Pisser, lie back on a chaise lounge and open her legs. The gorgeous, fat Godmother of crime knelt down on all fours and lowered her mouth to Candi's little pink slit, which, Heidi could see, was already glistening with her juices. Then Horna came up behind Sassi, lifted her dress, and exposed her big jiggly buttcheeks.

"I'd better get out of here while they're occupied," she thought.

Heidi quickly made her way back toward the main part of the Palace. When she finally arrived back at the large, central hall, she cautiously looked around, trying to hide her stolen bundle of documents by hugging them close to her chest.

Luckily, foot traffic in the area was light. She hastily made her way to a short corridor on the other side of the room. She needed to make a quick escape to the street and she knew that this path led to one of the side exits out of the Palace. The door opened to a busy thoroughfare that skirted along the back of one of the largest residential blocks in the City Center. She could slip out that way, then turn back up the road and head to the safety of her apartment, where she could stash the documents until she was able to find the time to read them.

Not knowing what to do with the disturbing information she had just overheard, she could think of only one thing.

"I have to find Kildan."

That thought played over-and-over in her head as she made her way back home with the dusty old book of secrets from the Sissy Queen's storage shelves clutched tightly to her breast.

Chapter 24 - A Just Punishment

Jannay held her breath and braced for the impact. With her mind in such a highly distressed state, she found herself wondering which of her torments stung the most.

Was it the salty tears burning her eyes?

Was it her ego - in the face of such a profound humiliation?

Or...

- SMACK! -

... was it her raw bottom?

"Owwwwww!" she cried out to the delight of the hysterical crowd gathered around her.

It was definitely her bottom.

She wasn't sure who had delivered the sharp whack to her inflamed, bare ass, but judging from the force, it sure felt like a man's open hand. Anyway, it didn't matter. She had already taken enough of a spanking from all three genders that morning to learn her lesson. She knew that everyone - male, female, and sissy - thoroughly enjoyed watching her skinny little buttcheeks ripple with every open-handed slap she endured.

How many humiliating, jiggle-inducing smacks had her butt already suffered? She wasn't sure. She only knew it had been a lot. And indeed it had - she had been bent over, naked, with her neck and her wrists chained to a wooden rack, since sunrise. By her best estimate, it must have been almost midday by now - half-way through this humiliation. And, although the crowds hadn't really become substantial until the last couple of hours - after most people had already visited the public bubble baths for their early wash - she had started receiving the initial gropes, slaps, and painful pinches from people passing by almost immediately. So, even though she couldn't see it for herself, she knew from the burning pain that her sensitive, naked bottom must have turned a bright red by now.

But that wasn't all. Her nipples had been tweaked and pinched to the point that they were on fire as well. To add to her humiliation, spit was literally dripping from every inch of her body - her back, her ass, her thighs, her arms, her forehead, her nose, and her tear-streaked cheeks.

In her vulnerable, bent over position, with her hands bound to the rack, she could not keep her long, black hair from sticking to her spit-smeared face. Occasionally, someone in the crowd would brush her hair out of her eyes - which was, indeed, a momentary relief. But this was not done out of a sense of sympathy. Rather, it was so that they could spit directly onto her normally adorable visage without her hair getting in the way.

In fact, one gorgeous older woman - who, judging from her dress, seemed to be a commoner from the middle classes - was standing before Jannay at that very moment, running her fingers through her hair - exposing her young, distressed countenance so that she could spit a warm dollop of saliva right onto her forehead. The woman spat her fluid onto her intended target, then pinched Jannay's cheeks and laughed, watching her spit trickle down the miserable girl's delicate little nose.

- Smack! -

Someone spanked her butt.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwww," Jannay yelled out from the fresh sting.

With her mouth opened up by the intense pain of the impact, she felt the hot saliva trickle down her top lip and drip onto her tongue. The woman laughed at the poor girl's humiliation.

Through her mental anguish and her tears, Jannay was able to determine that the hand that had just smacked her ass belonged to the daughter of the woman who had just spit in her face.

"That's right, girl," the mother said, "you must learn to punish these slags for their abhorrent behavior. Spank her again - harder this time, just as your father and I taught you - and then give her reddened buttcheek a good hard squeeze."

- Smack!!!

Jannay cried out once more from the sting, and then again when the unseen daughter roughly pinched her sore buttcheek.

After the painful squeeze, she saw the girl come and stand beside her mother. The younger girl's face was blushing red, and her ample bosom rose and fell with each breath. She was clearly becoming sexually aroused. It must have been her first time participating in a public punishment. The older woman was still holding Jannay's chin and squeezing her cheeks. She spit another dollop of saliva onto the bridge of her nose.

"Go on," she instructed her daughter - a pretty blonde who looked to be around 18 years old, "spit on her. She must have done something horrible to end up here, so she deserves this shame."

The shy, pretty blonde made lustful eye contact with Jannay. She held this awkward, sexually excited stare as she obediently worked up a good amount of saliva in her cheeks. Then, having churned up a sufficient quantity of the warm, slippery fluid in her mouth, she pursed her lips, leaned in close, and spat the huge, wet gob onto Jannay's face. As she watched her saliva trickle down her target's nose, she slipped her hand under her skirt and began slowly rubbing her vulva - her bottom lip quivering with lust.

Like the mother, who was quite attractive, this young daughter was a beautiful girl - the type who, under normal circumstances, Jannay would have loved to fuck. But, alas, these were definitely not normal circumstances.

It had been a swift fall from grace for her. Only a day ago, she was living the pampered life of a Royal Loo - quite a prestigious position for a young nubile to find herself in. She had been lucky enough to attain the posting immediately upon her graduation from the Queen's Female Academy.

In spite of her shy, sometimes even sullen demeanor, she had been highly recommended by the Headmistress, who recognized her untamed sexual passion as she reached maturity. Although she had started out slow as a young student of the sexual arts, by the time of her graduation Jannay had overcome her timidness to become an exceptionally good public masturbator and an outstanding lesbian lover. She also excelled in a number of other areas: particularly piss play and the art of pleasuring sissies. And, when the mood struck - she was not unskilled at opening her legs for a well-hung male and using her hairy pussy to suck the cum from his erect penis.

As one of Her Majesty's twenty-one urine collectors, her job was simple enough. Basically, whenever she was on duty, all she had to do was wait for the gold buttplug the Loos wore in their assholes to begin to vibrate. There were seven active Loos stationed around the Palace at all times, and whichever one was nearest to the Queen's vicinity when Her Majesty signaled that she had to pee would feel the buzz in her rectum.

Once her buttplug summoned her, she was to proceed to the Queen's location and collect Her Majesty's urine in her special receptacle - a large crystalline bowl, specially designed by Fluidian scientists to preserve the natural warmth of the Royal piss it contained.

After Her Majesty squatted over the bowl and sprayed the sacred, yellow nectar from her urethra, the Loo would use her bare hand to wipe any remaining droplets from the Queen's labia. Having done this, the girl was required to lick - with appropriate reverence, of course - whatever drops of urine she collected on her fingers. When these tasks were complete, she would immediately carry the bowl of fresh yellow piss to the Priestesses, who were waiting in their holy sanctuary at the north end of the Palace.

This privileged position was a joy and a blessing for the other 20 girls on the staff, but for Jannay it felt more like a burden. Indeed, the posting had tormented her spirit. It's not that she disliked her occupation - quite the contrary. In fact, the problem was that she liked it a bit too much.

You see, Jannay was one of those strange girls who had something of a fetish for forbidden eroticism, and in particular, for forbidden acts involving urine. In the past, she had always managed to keep her more obscene tendencies hidden, but there was a price to pay for carrying such darkness inside her. She had always managed to keep her proclivities secret, but just because no one knew about her sordid and vulgar sexual indulgences, it didn't mean that her unsavory acts didn't have a negative effect on her spirit.

Indeed, the awkward girl's shy, sullen demeanor was, in reality, a result of the sexual shame she felt from her frequent indulgence of these dark vulgarities. This self-conscious shame prevented her from opening up to the other girls, and made her feel extremely isolated. When she earned her position as a Loo, this self-conscious embarrassment deepened, as her passion for taboo sexual practices dovetailed with her love of piss play in an unhealthy - indeed, even criminal - way.

It seems that the girl enjoyed collecting Her Majesty's pee so much that, once she had secured it in her bowl, she would delay carrying it to the Priestesses so that she could instead use it for her own sacreligious, self-indulgent masturbation. Apparently, she would take the bowl of fresh, warm urine to a dark corner of the Palace - rather than directly to the Priestesses - and use it for her own kinky pleasures.

To be specific, she would arrive at her secret location, set the bowl on the floor, and tie her long black hair back in a ponytail. Typically, she preferred to wear her hair down, so that she could use it as a sort of emotional shield, but her masturbatory activities with the Queen's piss required her to pull her hair out of the way.

Once she had her hair tied back, the secretive little Loo would kneel and lower her head to the bowl so that she could dip her entire face into Her Majesty's pee. Of course, as she bathed her face in the urine, she would slurp some of it into her mouth and swallow it. However, she was careful not to drink too much. She did not want the Priestesses to become suspicious.

Once she had her fill of this forbidden thrill, she would take down her hair and remove the buttplug from her ass, setting it off to the side. She would carefully position the container between her feet, then the horny girl would hike up her gold pleated Loo's skirt, and squat down - dipping her naked buttcheeks into the bowl of piss, being careful not to displace any of the fluid from the bowl. She would gently bounce and wiggle herself in this position, delighting in the feeling of the warm urine bubbling on her bottom - feeling the tickle of the foam on her vaginal lips.

Of course, as the mischievous girl acted on these tawdry desires, she would nervously look toward the hallways leading to her secret location, watching for signs that someone was approaching - fully aware that her depraved and illegal actions would be thought immoral and vile if she were ever to be caught in the act, but simultaneously feeling herself becoming more and more aroused by this very depravity.

Finally, with her sexual excitement reaching a fever pitch, she would slip the buttplug back into her anus, sit her wet, bare ass on the cold marble floor, spread her legs, and situate the bowl of Her Majesty's urine between her thighs. Once these preparations were done, she would slip the straps of her gold-trimmed, white camisole top off of her shoulders, and pop her small little breasts out of the top. Of course, her exposed nipples would be quite stiff at the erotic thrill she was experiencing. She would spend a few titillating seconds playing with the cute little nips - pinching the stiff, pink tips and rolling them gently between her fingers, further stoking the fires of lust burning in her horny twat.

Then, with her pussy and her tits fully exposed, and her hard little clit desperate to be touched, she would dip her hands into Her Majesty's piss and begin to wipe the salty nectar all over herself. She would rub her urine-soaked hands over her vulva and squeeze her tits, covering them in the sacred yellow pee, feeling herself becoming extremely aroused at this taboo activity.

Finally, with her titties and her vagina soaked in the Queen's urine, the girl would begin to play with herself. She would pinch her nipples and rub her little twat to an intensely gratifying orgasm - her upper lip curled with lust, her skinny legs twitching around the bowl of Royal urine, and her cute little tits jiggling in forbidden delight as she spasmed in ecstasy.

Having fully indulged in this devious little obscenity, she would momentarily lie back against the wall, blissfully recovering in the afterglow of her climax, letting the Queen's pee dry on her skin and become sticky as she took in a series of slow deep breaths - her fingers gently tickling her inner thighs and her belly.

But, soon, the risk of getting caught would creep back in, and her guilty conscience would force her to her feet. She would come to her senses and quickly rouse herself from her contented trance of forbidden lust.

Leaving the bowl of urine where it sat, for the moment, the girl would quietly scamper back up the hallway from which she came and quickly slip into one particular room, not far from the scene of her crime. This room was a laundry closet for the Loos, and its proximity was the reason Jannay had chosen her secret little corner for her forbidden masturbation habit.

In this room, the piss-soaked little deviant would strip off her urine-dampened Loo's outfit and place it into the dirty laundry chute just inside the door. Then she'd quickly dry her naked body with a clean towel, and dress in a fresh skirt and top from the nearby rack. The last thing she would do - although at times, she would forget - is grab a clean towel on her way out the door.

Now that she had cleaned her body of urine and attended to her outfit, she would rush back to the scene of her masturbation to retrieve the bowl of royal piss and get rid of any evidence of this transgression against the Deities. If she remembered a towel - which she almost always did - she would carefully soak up any of the Queen's piss that had spilled on the floor, rarely missing a spot.

Then, with her crime concealed, she would return down the hallway, deposit the soiled towel in the laundry, and proceed immediately to the Sanctuary of the Priestesses to deliver the Royal piss to them for their sacred masturbation ritual and the pouring of the urine into the Palace's reservoir tank by the Sugarpuss - the youngest Sister of their Holy Order.

This had been Jannay's daily habit ever since she was awarded her posting as a Royal Loo. She had enjoyed numerous toe-curling orgasms from this illicit activity, despite the fact that she knew her behavior was not only forbidden, but was, indeed, offensive to the Deities. Because of this awareness, she wrestled internally with her shame each night as she lay in bed masturbating, yet again, to her delicious memories of these transgressions with Her Majesty's urine.

But, countless tales from history have shown that patterns of bad behavior always lead to a moral reckoning, and this case was no different. The more accustomed a perverted woman becomes with her own sexual wrongdoing, the more careless she becomes. Indeed, like many sinful sluts before her, Jannay's vulgar exploits were finally discovered due to her own negligence.

It unfolded like this:

One afternoon, five days before Jannay's public humiliation on the rack, a particularly observant guardsman named Rafe noticed several droplets of liquid on the marble floor in one secluded corner of the Palace. In the slightly darkened passageway, he had not seen the liquid as he approached, but he had felt it under his bare foot as he walked back to a storeroom to collect supplies for the Royal Guards' commissary. He didn't think much of the droplets, but he did find it to be strange. Not many people had access to these back hallways, and those who did wouldn't have been carrying any sort of liquids with them, since only dry goods were stored in this wing. He made a mental note of this irregularity and decided that he would return the following day to see if the droplets returned.

So, the next afternoon, as he made his rounds, the guard returned to this same spot, and was surprised to find that - once again - there were little drops of liquid in one particular corner. He bent down to inspect the fluids more closely and noticed something interesting. It seems that there were not only several little droplets on the floor, but there was also a distinct circular outline of liquid as well - almost as if some sort of circular vessel, the base of which had been wet, had been sitting on the floor on that very spot.

The mere presence of liquid was still not much cause for concern, and the guard had no reason to believe that there was anything illegal occurring, but his own curiosity was piqued by the mystery of these spilled liquids in a dark, remote corner of the Palace, where few ever ventured.

So, the next day, he decided to conduct a little investigation. He did his normal rounds around the Palace a bit earlier than usual and posted himself all afternoon in the great hall, with an eye on the corridor leading to the back storage areas. Of course, many people entered that corridor; there were many commonly travelled areas that branched off from there. It wasn't until further along the line that the passageways grew darker and less travelled. But, even though he watched dozens of people pass that way, they drew no suspicion. He knew what to look out for - someone carrying a vessel of liquid of some sort with a circular base.

Of course, later that very afternoon, he noticed the petite, sullen looking Loo - horny little Jannay - outfitted in her gold trimmed camisole top, her pleated gold miniskirt, and her golden buttplug with dangling gold chains, carrying her crystal bowl filled with Her Majesty's pee, entering that very corridor.

He tailed her, following at a safe distance to avoid detection. This became more tricky the further down the passageway the girl travelled. As other people passing through the hall veered off down intersecting corridors, foot traffic gradually thinned until it was only him and the girl.

He used bends along the path for cover, letting the Loo gain significant distance ahead, and then sneaking up from behind to visually locate her again. Several times, the girl almost seemed aware of him - or at least nervous that she may have been followed. She would stop in her tracks and hold still, clearly listening for footsteps moving in her direction. A couple of times she actually turned to look - once even back-tracking a bit to inspect the path from where she had just emerged.

But, evidently, she was satisfied that she was alone, because eventually she came to the very spot where the droplets had been found and set her bowl of piss down on the floor. The guard tucked himself behind the last bend in the hallway and crouched down, peeking around the corner at the girl. What he saw shocked him.

The girl knelt down, tied her hair back, and dipped her entire face into the bowl of Her Majesty's piss. This alone was enough to make an arrest, but the guard exercised restraint. He wanted to see what other crimes this deviant little slut would commit with the Queen's sacred urine.

Of course, having bathed her face in the piss, the girl followed up by letting her hair back down, removing her buttplug, hiking up her skirt, and dipping her naked ass into the bowl. Even though the little slag was careful, her buttcheeks still displaced some of the pee as she wiggled in the warm nectar, causing a small amount to overflow onto the floor.

Finally, she slipped the golden plug back into her butthole, then sat her wet ass down in the corner with her legs spread around the crystal vessel. She pulled up her skirt once again and pulled down her top, revealing her hairy little cunt and her cute little titties. Having exposed herself in this manner, she dipped her hands into the urine and began smearing the sacred fluid all over her sensitive flesh as she slowly rubbed her clit - her darling little body trembling in pleasure as she diddled herself.

The guard couldn't help but become aroused at this display of erotic deviance. His penis became erect under his tunic and he momentarily began to caress the throbbing member - slowly stroking his rigid rod to the sight of the girl's illicit masturbation.

He let her carry on in this manner for a short while, but he knew that he did not want to allow her the pleasure of orgasming in such a despicable way, so finally, he released his grip on his hard penis and stepped out from around the corner, announcing his presence to the perverted girl.

"What do you think you're doing, little slag!" he shouted.

Jannay was horrified. This was the one thing she feared above all else. She knew in an instant that her life would never be the same. She froze in terror at the shock of being discovered in the midst of committing such a serious offense against the Queen and the Deities.

"Well," Rafe pressed in a harsh voice, "have you nothing to say for yourself?"

"I... I d-don't," she stammered, unable to form the words to reply, her heart beating out of her chest and her stomach tied in knots. "It's n-not what it looks -"

"Save it slut," he said. "There will be no room for words anyway, when my cock is in your mouth. Suck it whore."

He slid the bowl of piss to the side, then picked her up by the arm and pushed her down onto her knees in front of him.

Jannay, paralyzed with fear, knew that she was obliged to obey her arresting officer. His penis was standing up stiff and firm in front of her, so she grasped it with her trembling hand and took it into her mouth. She lifted her eyes up to his and began to suck tenderly on his cock, hoping that it would buy her some mercy from him.

"Mmmmmm, yes girl," he moaned, "suck that big dick until it explodes in your mouth. Swallow all of my hot semen down your throat."

While this treatment by the guard might be seen as exceedingly harsh and somewhat questionable to outsiders, it was, according to Fluidian legal code, standard law enforcement procedure. The legal philosophy that governs the conduct of Royal Guards in all Three Realms states that when they arrest a suspect who was clearly guilty of a crime, punishment could commence immediately - without trial - but only by the arresting officer, or officers, and only if he, or they, observed the offense first hand. This system of justice had been in place for millenia - ever since the institution of the Triumvirate had been enshrined, and had worked very well. Fluidia's Realms tended to have very low annual crime rates.

Of course, there was no way to fully eradicate criminal activity, and in the event that someone was accused of an illegal act, there was a justice system in place for dealing with the perpetrators. This system included a hearing with an official called the Disciplinarian, followed by a just punishment - usually carried out in public, at the rack.

Jannay's case perfectly illustrates the ins and outs of this penal system.

Upon her apprehension by Rafe, Jannay - who was obviously guilty of numerous crimes - was immediately made to suck his penis to completion, and swallow his entire load of sperm down her throat.

Once this was done, Rafe was obliged to immediately escort the girl to the Disciplinarian. Normally, at this point, the Queen would be notified. However, in this case, the arrest happened just as the Queen and her Piss Maiden, Jizzie, were departing on their journey to the Temple of Spit and Tears. In fact, this was the last piss the Queen made before her departure. Therefore, alerting Her Majesty to this incident was not possible. But in this event, there is a contingency in place. Instead of notifying the Queen, Rafe sent word to Johnroe - the acting Captain of her Guard while Joshua, the regular Captain, was away - in her stead. Johnroe immediately dispatched a unit to the Disciplinarian's quarters to provide security for the hearing, which would happen as soon as possible.

The Queen's Disciplinarian was a gorgeous, imposing woman in her late 40s. She was tall and quite athletic, with curly black hair, streaked with grey. She would often wear her hair down, but she would sometimes wear it in an elegant updo. She wore the traditional attire of a Fluidian Disciplinarian - a white silk minidress, with gold trim, and a scarlet sash tied around her waist. Like anyone who lived in the Palace, she was adorned with gold necklaces, earrings, and bracelets - but hers were accentuated by deep red bloodstones that had been mined by males found guilty of crimes against the Deities. Of course, like many Fluidian women, she would often wear a gold buttplug in her ass, although - unlike the Loos - this was not a standard part of her attire. Instead she would insert hers for pleasure, like the other ladies of the upper classes.

No one - male, female, or sissy - liked being brought before the Disciplinarian. She was quite imposing, and she knew how to use her voice and her posture to invoke fear in those accused of crimes. She would sometimes use force, especially when the guilt of the accused was certain, but more often she would simply use her intimidating interrogation tactics to secure a confession of guilt.

Sentencing was dependent upon a few different factors. Of course, the specifics of the crime came into play. The more abhorrent the transgression, the more severe the punishment. But the gender of the convict was also significant.

In most cases, males would only be punished sexually within the confines of the Disciplinarian's quarters. However, if they were sentenced to hard labor - which was the typical outcome - they were sent to the mines or some other community building project to work off their sins.

Unlike the men, guilty females and sissies were never sentenced to the drudgery of physical toil. Instead, their punishments were always based in sexual humiliation. These would often begin in the Disciplinarian's quarters, but would, in the end, be carried out publicly.

Again, Jannay's case is a perfect illustration of this process.

When Jannay was brought before the Disciplinarian - whose actual name was Aleesia - she was stood before her with the arresting officer, Rafe, at her side. Johnroe's 2-man security contingent was posted just outside the door, only entering the chamber if needed.

Aleesia would often be seated on a plush pink throne at the beginning of these hearings, but she never remained in her seat for long. Instead, she would stand and use her fierce, imposing physique to stalk around the room and intimidate the accused.

In Jannay's case, Aleesia was on her feet immediately after the arresting officer - Rafe - explained the charges against her. Once he told the Disciplianarian what he witnessed, Aleesia sprung to her feet with a rage in her eyes. She dismissed the guard from the chamber, and sent him back to his normal duty, so that she could deal with the despicable little slut before her.

Jannay trembled in fear upon being left alone with the Disciplinarian, the taste of Rafe's ejaculate still fresh on her tongue.

"So tell me, girl," Aleesia demanded, "did the arresting officer have his way with you?"

The tall, graceful woman paced before the younger girl like a wild cat eying her dinner, walking back-and-forth, from left to right, her eyes so fiery they almost seared Jannay's flesh.

Jannay hesitated, sobbing pitifully at the question.

"Answer me, slut!" Aleesia grew impatient.

"Y-yes, ma'am" she stuttered quietly.

"You'll speak clearly when addressing me, girl, if you know what's good for you," the beautiful tigress threatened. "Now, we'll try again. Speaking in a loud and audible voice... tell me, my dear, what discipline did the guard enact upon you? Be specific."

To Jannay's ears, the last command almost sounded like a warning.

The miserable Loo tried to collect herself. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath before speaking, fearful of upsetting the Disciplinarian.

"H-he had me suck his penis to completion, ma'am," she said, "and caress his balls as I performed the act."

"Ooooh, a blow job and a ball massage," Aleesia laughed wickedly. "Is that all?"

"Yes, ma'am. That's all. Except that I was ordered to swallow every drop of his semen once he ejaculated into my mouth."

"And were you obedient, girl? Did you swallow every last drop?"

"Y-yes," she teared up again.

"Did you fancy the taste? The feeling of his warm spunk on your tongue?"

"I did, I suppose."

"Do you normally like sucking cocks, whore?"

"Yes, ma'am," she sniffled. "I do enjoy sucking cocks."

"Of course, you do," the Disciplinarian circled the little mouse as she spoke to her. "But that's not all you like, is it?"

"N-no, ma'am. There are o-other things I like as well."

"Tell me then... little slag... " Aleesia hissed. "Tell me what other things you like. What is it that gets your hairy little cunt all drippy and wet?"

"I - I'm somewhat hesitant to say, ma'am," she fought through her sobs.

"Hesitant to say? Do you know where you are, girl?" the woman sneered sarcastically, "You've been lawfully arrested and brought to my quarters. You have no privilege here. I'm Her Majesty's Royal Disciplinarian. If you thought you had the option of silence, you were mistaken. Trust me, it is in your best interest to answer my questions voluntarily, unless you would rather the truth be beaten from you. Now... Jannay - is it?"

"Yes, ma'am - Jannay."

"Well, then, Jannay - we'll try this again. Tell me - what is it that makes your little slit slippery and wet? What makes your little pink clitoris grow hard and pop out through that dark thicket of foliage you've grown around your horny little twat? What is it that leaves you no choice but to open your legs where you are and frantically rub yourself into an orgasmic stupor?"

The poor little Loo stood in silent terror, struggling to keep the tears from pouring from her eyes.

"I'm losing patience, slut."

"S-sorry, ma'am. I-it's just that I'm very nervous and I know that what I did was wrong."

Aleesia slapped the girl across her cheek and grabbed her chin in her hand.

"Of course what you did was wrong, girl," she growled. "You wouldn't be here before me if it wasn't."

The woman pulled Jannay's face closer. She glared into her eyes and continued in a seductive, feline whisper.

"If you had behaved properly, little whore, then that guard's hot sperm wouldn't be swimming around in your belly right now. And you wouldn't have the metallic taste of his ejaculate steaming in the back of your throat, and sticky-ing your tongue."

A fresh flood of tears poured down Jannay's cheeks. The Disciplinarian smiled as the salty fluids doused her fingertips. She released the girl's chin, and - holding eye contact with her - licked the salty drops from her fingers.

"Tastes like regret," Aleesia teased, before returning to a more threatening tone. "Now... you'll tell me what I want to know. What is it that makes your pussy wet? Do not make me ask again, pervert. Say it. Now."

Jannay nodded her head and responded as promptly as she could through her sobs.

"I - I like playing with Her Majesty's urine," she cried, tears flowing liberally down her face.

"Ah, yes. So I've heard," the Disciplinarian sneered. "Finally, we come to the reason why you're here. It seems you like playing with Her Majesty's pee-pee."

"Y-yes, I - I do... unfortunately," that last word was only a sorrowful whimper.

"Oh, it is quite unfortunate. Unfortunate, for you, indeed."

Jannay remained silent, trembling in fear of the consequences for her deviant behavior. The Disciplinarian continued her interrogation.

"And you feel that it is OK to steal Her Majesty's urine in this deviant sexual pursuit?"

"I - I knew that stealing her urine was immoral and wrong," Jannay said quietly, "b-but I -"

"Whatever excuse is about to come out of those little cocksucking lips of yours," Aleesia interjected, "don't bother. You have violated your duty as a Royal Loo in multiple ways. You have stolen Royal urine; you have used the stolen fluids in the selfish and disgusting molestation of your dirty little cunt, and done so in a manner that perverts your divine spirit; you have interfered in the work of the Priestesses, who use the Queen's piss in their formulation of the Sacred Essence, and in doing all of these things... you have profoundly offended the Deities - especially the Female Goddess Slit. As you yourself admit - your behavior is immoral. It is abhorrent. I think you know that for all of these offenses, there can be but one outcome."

Jannay lowered her eyes in shame. A fresh burst of fitful tears burst forth from her closed eyes and poured down her face.

Aleesia stood and watched the girl for a moment, almost taking pity on her, but too aroused by the prospect of punishing the adorable little slut to indulge in such empathy. Finally, she spoke.

"Your sentence shall be as follows: First, you are hereby permanently relieved of your duties as a Royal Loo. Of course, with this you also surrender your Loos' wardrobe, your jewelry - including your collection of vibrating gold buttplugs, and your residence in the Loos' flats. Second, you shall be stripped naked, here on this spot, and spanked thoroughly. Third, you shall be sexually disciplined for the remainder of this day by my Whipkittens, followed by my Cockreams. They shall each have their way with you in any manner they please. Refusal to comply with their commands would be a grave mistake, girl, so I strongly suggest you bend your will and your body to their sexual desires. In addition, I will be looking on from my chair and playing with my clit. Should you fail to provide a suitably erotic show for me, I will be forced to up the ante. After this day of whippings and sexual servitude, you will be confined to a bed here in my quarters - for the entire day tomorrow - to recover. You will be bathed and fed. If you behave like a good girl, I may even finger you to orgasm if it strikes my fancy. But then, at sunrise on the third day..."

This is what Jannay knew was coming... what she feared the most.

"... you shall be taken, naked, to the place of public punishment. There you shall be bent over and chained - your neck, your wrists, and your feet locked into a wooden rack - all of your little pink crevices and holes open and exposed. All morning, anyone passing by will have full access to punish you. They may pinch or spank your bottom, twist your nipples, spit on your back or on your face - whatever they desire, short of performing penetrative sexual acts on you."

"However," she continued, her voice becoming more grave, "once mid-day comes, any and all restrictions on public sexual discipline are lifted. Anyone in the crowd - and trust me, there will be quite a crowd.... Anyone who desires will be permitted to slide their fingers, their tongues, their penises, or whatever else, into any hole they desire. That furry little pussy cat between your thighs, your tight little butthole, and your darling little mouth are all open and available for your fellow citizens - be they male, female, or sissy. In your bent over position, they may even fuck your skinny little buttcheeks if they wish - sliding their penises back and forth in the crack between your little fleshy cushions until they splatter their cum all over your back. Of course, you will be soaked in ejaculate and spit."

"You will be beaten," she continued, the sadistic delight evident in her voice, "your ass, your titties, and your face will be swollen and red. You will feel pain, you will feel humiliation, and you will feel shame. But... you may also feel aroused. If this occurs, try to enjoy it. Why not? Many girls actually experience orgasm in the midst of their torment. If you are lucky enough to be able to derive some perverted pleasure from this public humiliation, then by all means, girl, cum to your heart's content. The best outcome for you would be a puddle of your own orgasmic vaginal juices on the ground under your feet by the end of your day-long ordeal."

"And, speaking of which - at sunset, your ordeal is through. All punishment will cease immediately. You will be unbound from your rack. The townspeople will be ordered to disperse. And then, you will be abandoned. The guards will leave you there, naked, on your knees, in your puddle of sperm, spit, and pussy juice, to cry. But, on the positive side, your punishment will be at an end. You are free to go. Where? Well, my dear, you will have to figure that out when that moment comes. But remember, you will no longer be a Loo, so you may not return here. As you know, entry to the Palace for commoners is only permitted on special occasions, and with your title stripped from you, a commoner you shall be.'

Jannay stood in silent shock. Tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"Do you have any questions, girl?"

She sniffled pitifully and shook her head.

"Then let the punishment commence."

The Disciplinarian turned her head and called out to the guards.

"Send in my Whipkittens!"

Suddenly a wicked cacophony of female giggles could be heard approaching the chamber. Soon, there appeared in the doorway a stream of naked female nubiles. Jannay, being in an unstable frame of mind, was unable to count them accurately, but there must have been more than 20 girls. Each one was exceptionally beautiful - nude from head to toe, wearing only a fringed red sash tied around her waist, similar to the one tied around the waist of the Disciplinarian's silky white minidress.

"Have your way with her, girls," Aleesia called to them. "She is all yours."

In an instant, Jannay was set upon by two of these so-called Whipkittens - one blonde and one brunette. They each had a wild, untamed look in their eyes as they reached for her clothes and began to pull at them - ripping them off of her. The other girls stood by, playing with their nipples and tickling their clits as they looked on.

Jannay was terrified. These two girls tearing at her clothes seemed like starved tigresses, almost foaming at the mouth as they pulled the torn silk from her body. They ripped her clothes away until the poor girl stood there totally naked - her big dark bush of public hair the only thing concealing her vagina from view.

At this point, all of the other kittens came and surrounded her. The smell of wet pussy was pungent in the air. They aggressively removed all of her jewelry. They ripped the necklaces and bracelets from her. They cruelly plopped the buttplug from her bottom and tossed it aside.

Then, once she was fully stripped, they began to push her and tug on her limbs - throwing her back and forth around the circle like she was the ball in a child's ballgame.

Gradually, this sadistic sport grew more aggressive. Jannay would be slapped, pinched, and - at least three times - she was tripped. Each time, the vicious girls would giggle and laugh at her, pointing and calling her names as she struggled back to her feet. Their arousal made them seem dangerous and depraved.

Soon, they moved closer, and the pushing and pulling quickly transitioned to the mass groping and fondling of her naked body. Of course, while some of this might have been pleasurable under normal circumstances, Jannay was in a state of shock and terror. In addition, not all of these caresses were gentle. Indeed, they grew increasingly more violent and painful. The girls were pinching and twisting her nipples, slapping her face, pulling her hair, scratching at her buttcheeks and her belly, and spanking her all over.

This abuse was interspersed with passionate kisses from one random kitten after another. One would twist her nipple, the next girl would tenderly suck it. One girl would smack her ass with all of her might, then the next girl would gently knead and caress the fleshy little buttcheek.

At first, Aleesia stood by and observed these punishments as they were occurring - signs of sexual arousal evident on her face and in the breathy rise and fall of her chest. However, as the Whipkittens grew more excited, and began teasing their clits more openly, the Disciplinarian walked over to her throne, hiked up her minidress, and sat down. With a possessed look in her eyes, she spread her legs and began languorously massaging her vulva - apparently enjoying the spectacle of Jannay's penance at the hands of her rabid Kittens.

Meanwhile, the Whipkittens grew more and more sexual in their punishments. Soon, Jannay was on her knees and the girls took turns standing over her and thrusting their wet pussies in her face. Jannay did her best to lick each slit as tenderly as she could. Normally, she enjoyed eating pussy, but obviously, this was different. Under these extreme circumstances, she was having a difficult time controlling her emotions, so she tried to disregard herself and, instead, focused only on providing pleasure for her tormentors. She would hold their hips, or lovingly knead their asscheeks, as she buried her face in their snatches. She tried to build up the saliva in her mouth so that her warm, wet tongue would glide smoothly over their labia. If the girl's clit was erect, Jannay would suck the little pink knob of sensitive nerve endings into her mouth, like a tiny little penis, trying to elicit a sultry moan or a shuddering twitch of pleasure from her.

As this feminine gangbang of forced cunnilingus went on, Jannay was surprised to find herself becoming aroused. She felt a trickle of vaginal lubricant dripping from her snatch and running down her inner thigh. She wanted to reach down and tickle her clit, but she wasn't sure if this would result in a hostile reaction from the Whipkittens, so she resisted the urge. She was pretty certain that, for better or worse, her vagina would be receiving plenty of attention as the day went on anyway, and she decided that it would be better to wait.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the Kittens were slipping their fingers between Jannay's slickened labia and probing at the opening of her vagina. One gorgeous brunette - with evil, green eyes - induced an aroused shudder and a lewd buck of Jannay's skinny hips when her finger traced tiny circles around the disgraced Loo's peehole.

"Look at the little slag," the green-eyed tease hissed in delight. "She's enjoying this."

"For the moment, at least," a blonde with cute pigtails laughed.

It was true - Jannay was enjoying the feeling of these beautiful girls' hands all over her. She couldn't help but be aroused. But, in the back of her mind, she knew that there was another side to this coin. She knew that, very soon, she would pay dearly for the pleasure she was receiving.

"Alright," one of the girls with braided black hair said, "Sexy time is over for now. Let's whip the little slut."

Suddenly, several of the girls yanked Jannay up by her arms. Once she was on her feet, she saw a few of the others pushing a leather table of sorts, with a padded, pink top, into the center of the room. There were white leather straps on both ends attached to round cuffs - undoubtedly, to tie her feet and hands down to this terrifying torture platform.

Her concerns were amplified when she saw an auburn-haired Kitten passing out thin white whipsticks to each of the girls. The sticks were thin, flexible switches taken from the younger branches of whitewood sweet-pome trees. Jannay had grown up near one of the largest whitewood orchards in Fluidia, so she knew these twigs well. She was fully aware of how effective they could be when they were stripped of their leaves and employed as cruel whips.

After she made sure that each of the Whipkittens had received her stick, the auburn-haired girl approached the Disciplinarian - who was still masturbating her wet pussy in her plush pink chair - and offered her one. The intimidating mistress released her boob, which she had been caressing, and took the white twig from the girl with an evil grin.

In the meantime, a mass of hands roughly grasped Jannay's frail body - some shoving her and some pulling her toward the pink table. Someone pushed her down onto the platform from behind, and she felt hands lifting her legs and positioning her body - stretched out, face down - on the pink padding.

"Tie her down," a cute, curvy girl with a strawberry-blonde pixie-cut said gleefully. "I want to be the first to whip her skinny little ass."

Jannay saw the short-haired girl rubbing her pussy as she said this. When the horny Kitten pulled her fingers out from between her legs and began to eagerly lick them, the terrified former-Loo saw that her antagonizer's slender digits were glistening wet - thoroughly glazed with her feminine juices.

"These Whipkittens are getting off on this," she thought to herself - knowing that if these punishments were to be carried out by a sexually aroused mob, then it would only get worse from here.

Sex-crazed girls standing at each of the four corners grabbed Jannay's wrists and her ankles. They slipped her hands and feet through the leather cuffs and tightened the straps. Soon, she was totally restrained - face down, spread-eagled on the table.

Almost immediately, she felt hands slapping at her thighs and roughly pinching her little buttcheeks. It was painful, but she knew that this was only the beginning. She could no longer hold her emotions in check. A fresh release of tears began streaming down her cheeks.

As soon as the first teardrop splashed down onto the pink leather padding, she felt the first bite of the strawberry blonde's whipstick across her plump, fleshy heinie.

- Thwipp!

"Owwwwwwwwwwwww!" Jannay cried.

- Thwipp!

"Please, I'm sorry," she begged, hoping for mercy.

- Thwipp!

"Owwwwwwww. Please Madam Disciplinarian, please!"

- Thwipp!

After these first few strikes, the Kittens became uncontrollably aroused and the strikes from their sticks came fast and furious. The naked, red-sashed girls were riled up with a depraved, violent lust and they began salivating at the sight of the cruel red marks that their whips left on Jannay's cute little buttcheeks and the backs of her tender thighs.

"Look how pretty that ass is now," one of them laughed.

"Yes, so very pretty, streaked with red welts."

"Isn't it sexy how quickly they swell? It's making my pussy so wet."

Jannay simply wailed out in agony. There was nothing else for her to do. All around her she saw fingers slipping between juicy wet slits as the sharp bite of the whips continued to sting her flesh. She smelled the musk of the Kittens' extreme arousal and knew that it was inspired by her suffering. Some of them were purposely pulling their fingers from their weeping cunts and rubbing their disgusting fluids onto Jannay's nose, near her nostrils. A chorus of evil giggles and humiliating comments accompanied their harsh strikes.

This torture went on for what seemed like several minutes. But, just when Jannay thought she may pass out from the pain, suddenly the whips stopped. The mass masturbation of the Kittens - and their sadistic laughter - continued, but the lashes ceased. The entire back side of her body was burning. Although she couldn't see it for herself, there were thin red welts swelling up all over - from her shoulders, down to her calves, and everywhere in between. She rested her face down on the leather table in a pool of her own tears.

Suddenly, she felt a startling little tickle on her pussy. She jumped. Then the teasing, tingling sensation moved to her asshole, causing an involuntary quiver and a cute little wiggle of her hips. She lifted her head and tried her best to figure out what was happening.

When she did, she saw that the Disciplinarian was standing beside the table, looking down at her swollen, red-striped ass with a look of arousal on her face. The heartless woman was still masturbating - she had one finger tracing little circles on her clit - but her other hand was busy tickling Jannay's nethers with the end of her whipstick.

The gentle, teasing dance of the switch on her sensitive ladyparts contrasted with the searing pain she felt up and down her back. After only a few seconds, this began to feel quite arousing. Jannay couldn't help herself. She shivered and lewdly gyrated her ass in reaction to the light titillation of the Disciplinarian's whipstick as it playfully circled around her asshole and teased lightly at her labia.

- Thwipp!

The Mistress suddenly lashed her skinny butt.

"Owwwwwwwwwww"

- Thwipp!

Another.

Tears of pain poured from her Jannay's eyes.

- Thwipp!

One across her lower back.

And then... the tickling started again - the tip of the Disciplinarian's switch lightly touched her butthole and her labia. With Jannay's legs stretched out as they were, her nethers were exposed and easily accessible for this teasing.

"I think the poor slut's back has taken enough punishment," she heard the Mistress say.

A slight murmur travelled through the circle of Whipkittens as they continued rubbing their little wet cunts.

"But," the evil woman continued, "her butthole and her pussy haven't had nearly enough attention."

- Thwipp!

Jannay let out a high pitched shriek as Aleesia lashed the poor, outstretched girl right between her buttcheeks. She felt her little brown sphincter rapidly spasming from the searing pain.

- Thwipp!

Another one - right on her butthole.

- Thwipp!

Jannay wailed out a sound that was barely human as the switch sliced through the air and stung her pussy.

- Thwipp!

She writhed, face down, on the table - pulling against the straps that bound her wrists and her ankles - her sinewy muscles straining against the tethers.

- Thwipp!

The agony was too much to bear. Tears streamed from her eyes, and spit drooled out of her open mouth as another bite of the mistress's switch scourged her cunt - her swollen labia pulsating in an erratic series of spasms.

- Thwipp!

Her muscles flexed so tightly against her restraints that she started to pee.

"Oh, look at her pussy!" one of the cruel girls giggled with glee, "She's pissing!"

"Ooooooh, yes, she is. Look everyone!" another girl squealed with delight.

Jannay just lay there urinating, feeling the puddle of warm piss spreading under her abdomen as she cried her eyes out - her back, her ass, her pussy, and her thighs burning in pain.

"Turn her over," the Disciplinarian ordered.

A mass of hands immediately went to work loosening her wrists and her ankles. With her extremities freed from their restraints, they quickly flipped her limp body over. She felt a searing pain as all of the fresh red welts on her backside came into contact with the padded leather table, not to mention the burn of her salty piss in her wounds.

On the verge of losing consciousness, she was only faintly aware of her legs being spread and, once again, bound - her wrists being pulled over her head and strapped back into an extremely vulnerable, face-up "X" position.

Now, through her hazy vision, she saw herself surrounded by the entire assembly of naked, red-sashed Whipkittens, all of them with their sticks at the ready and their fingers frantically working their horny, wet slits. The Disciplinarian was masturbating as well, though her fingers played with her clit very slowly - even tenderly - as if she wanted to slow down and luxuriate in the pleasure she took in Jannay's suffering. She looked down at her poor prisoner and smiled an evil smile - her switch lightly tapping at Jannay's little belly button.

- Thwipp!

"Uuuuhyeeeeeee!" Right across her navel.

- Thwipp!

"Eyyyyyyuuuuuuuuuh" Across her tits.

- Thwipp!

"Ooowuuuuuuhaaaaaaaaaa" Between her legs, right on her clit.

Jannay's muscles contracted reflexively with each violent lash of the switch. Her skinny frame pulled taut against her restraints as she yelped out her unholy screams.

After several more fiendish whips from her stick, the strikes ceased yet again. Through the misty blur of her tears, Jannay noticed the Mistress walking back to her plush pink chair. She saw the catlike older woman lay back and spread her legs. Even in her compromised state, Jannay could see that the Disciplinarian's pussy was positively oozing with thick slippery juices. With an audible purr, the horny Mistress began to slide her fingers inside her glistening, wet slit. Jannay wondered - with what little mental clarity she had left - what would happen to her next.

It wouldn't be anything nice.

With the Mistress removing herself back to her throne to masturbate, the Whipkittens went back in - with unrestrained fury - on Jannay. It was a frenzy of lust-fueled slashes from their sticks as they all fingered their horny wet twats and rained down a furious terror on the girl's belly, her tits, and her pussy.

One of the tormentors spontaneously reached orgasm as she swatted at Jannay's nipple with her stick. She shivered and moaned through waves of sexual pleasure as she continued to punish the poor, crying girl - a look of sadistic lust in her eyes. Soon, at least three or four others climaxed as well. One girl even squirted all over the floor.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the Disciplinarian ordered the Kittens to stop.

"OK, girls," she said. "Let's ease off now. You've done quite well. The girl is trembling in agony for her sins. Now we'll watch as the men take over."

The Whipkittens, with their fingers still diddling their snatches, slowly dispersed. They slid their sticks into a large vase-like receptacle, which was sitting on the floor beside a marble end table, and slunk away to various comfy, cushioned spots around the room to continue petting their pussies.

"Bring in the Cockreams!" the Disciplinarian called out.

No sooner had she said it, than a group of perhaps a dozen men entered the chamber. Like the Whipkittens, the Cockreams were totally naked, save for red sashes tied around their waists.

Once they were all assembled in the room, the Reams immediately approached the crying girl on the table and began lewdly fondling her body. In short order their penises became erect, and they began to stroke themselves. One man climbed onto the table and positioned himself near Jannay's face. He began rubbing his hard penis on her cheek and her lips. She could taste her salty tears on the head of his cock as he tapped it on her mouth.

Another climbed up and crawled between the miserable girl's legs. Holding his erection in his hand, he began to slide the head of his cock up and down her labia. After a few of these strokes, he abruptly pushed his rod - balls deep - inside the forlorn wretch's little pink twat.

Jannay gasped at this sudden vaginal penetration, opening her mouth with a sharp intake of air. The moment her lips parted, the man rubbing his penis on her face immediately thrust his meaty rod down her throat and began to fuck her face. She heaved and gagged around his thickness and the depth of his insertion into her mouth. A slimy spit began to froth up from the back of her throat, as the hard prick repeatedly jabbed at her dangling little uvula. The more the beastly man thrust his penis into her oral cavity, the more the slime dribbled out onto his balls. The brutal Ream moaned at the feeling of the spit dripping down his testicles as he relentlessly slid his penis back and forth between poor Jannay's quivering lips.

"Mind your teeth, slag," she heard the Disciplinarian's voice warning from her fuzzy pink chair.

Jannay detected a lusty quiver in the evil woman's speech, voicing her command through her masturbatory moans - her fingers buried deep inside her dripping cunt - massaging her g-spot with a wet, squishing sound.

"He will not take it kindly if you scratch his cock with those pearly whites," the cat-like woman purred. "Believe me when I say that the punishment would be quite severe, indeed."

Jannay - even in the midst of her anguish - wisely heeded this admonition. She opened her teeth wider and made sure that the Ream felt only her soft, wet lips and her slobbering tongue on his big, thick penis as it slid - fast and rough - in and out of her mouth, her frothy saliva bubbling out uncontrollably down her cheek and all over the man's genitals.

With the two Reams penetrating Jannay's orifices, the other men all stood around the table stroking themselves and rubbing their hard cocks all over her body. She felt the fleshy pricks pressing against her thighs, tapping against her stomach and her breasts, rubbing under her feet and between her toes, and even tickling her armpits. It wasn't long before she felt the first warm ejaculations splattering onto her skin, in various locations.

As these random pools of sticky cum dripped down her various body parts, the Cockream who was fucking her mouth finally moaned out loud and came down her throat.

On one hand, Jannay was glad - he had been especially brutal and she hoped that the next man that forced her to perform oral sex would just let her suck on his cock at her own pace, rather than enduring the throat jabbing she had just been subjected to.

But on the other hand, she despised the feeling of this brute's hot ejaculate spewing down her esophagus as she gagged on his girthy length. As he spurted his cum, he pushed his long penis down her throat - as deep as he could - and held her head with both hands, not allowing her to lessen the depth as he spasmed in pleasure.

As she choked on the combination of semen and man meat in her mouth, she felt the gushing warmth of the penis in her pussy spitting thick ropes of hot sperm into her little wet twat. The Ream who had been fucking her cunt gripped her by the hips and held her tightly, thoughtlessly ignoring the fact that his hands were inflaming the painful welts that had been left by the brutal lashing she had just taken at the hands of the Whipkittens.

Jannay, burning in pain, reflexively coughed up a good quantity of the semen that the throatfucker had deposited in her mouth. Disappointed that she hadn't swallowed the full load, the vicious man withdrew his penis and slapped her roughly across the face. Due to the impact, even more of the semen spilled from her lips and trickled down her cheek.

Suddenly, she heard the Disciplinarian's voice again. Jannay turned her head and saw the devilish woman sitting back in her chair with her dress hiked up, frantically rubbing her pussy - her legs spread wide and her mouth hanging open in pleasure.

"Girls," she addressed the masturbating Whipkittens with a lustful quiver in her voice as she continued to play with her cunt. "I apologize for interrupting your clit diddling. I know it feels so very good watching this slag get what's coming to her as we pleasure ourselves. But will a few of you help the Cockreams untie the girl. Free her limbs from the cuffs so that we can watch the men fuck her in any position they desire."

Several of the naked Kittens paused their masturbation and dutifully approached the table, loosening Jannay's straps and freeing her hands and feet completely. Once this was done, they returned to their little cushions in various corners around the room, reclined, spread their legs, and resumed fingering themselves.

Almost immediately, one of the Cockreams, who had yet to ejaculate, grabbed Jannay's hips and roughly flipped her over onto her belly. Some of the swollen skin on her back stuck, painfully, to the leather as she was lifted and thrown down on her face. With the fresher welts on the front side of her body contacting the table for the first time, a new flame of intense pain radiated through her body.

As Jannay suffered through this torture, the Ream who had flipped her over spread her sensitive, swollen buttcheeks with his hands and gave her asshole a few cursory licks, trying to lubricate the little wrinkled hole - more for his own ease of entry than out of any concern for her comfort. He moved himself into position to enter her, dropped one more dollop of spit onto her anus, then pushed his massive cock deep inside her tight little rectum.

Jannay grunted out a pitiful sound of intense discomfort. Her butthole hadn't been warmed up in any way, and her ass was suddenly penetrated by the biggest dick in the entire room. The Ream, ignorant of the pain his penis was causing, began rapidly thrusting his hips against her, pounding Jannay's cute little butthole as viciously as he could. Jannay's skinny, welted buttcheeks jiggled with each impact of the man's muscular abdomen against her inflamed bottom. The visual of this fleshy collision delighted the girls in the room as each one of them looked on and rubbed her weeping, wet twat into a lustful frenzy.

In spite of her own traumatic ordeal, Jannay was aware of at least half of the Kittens in the room reaching intense toe-curling orgasms as they watched her getting brutally buttfucked. In addition, she felt numerous loads of steaming hot semen, from several different cocks, splattering onto her sore, red-striped back, and all down her legs, as the monstrous penis inside her continually rammed into her sexy little sphincter. Soon, the buttfucking brute moaned out lustfully and exploded into her ass.

Just as she felt the gush of his hot spunk oozing into her butthole, another of the Reams thrust his erection into her mouth. But this time, as Jannay had hoped, this new invader simply relaxed and let her suck on his meaty prick at her own pace and depth.

In her mind, it seemed that her best option was to slobber and suck as passionately as she could on his rod, encouraging this gentler man to remain there in her mouth, so that this orifice, at least, would be occupied, and therefore, wouldn't be available for someone with a more aggressive throat-fucking approach.

To this end, Jannay reached out and began massaging the man's balls as she tenderly licked the underside of his hard penis. The Ream threw his head back and rubbed Jannay's cheek, clearly enjoying the girl's cocksucking skills.

Meanwhile, another man entered her asshole. She felt the slippery squish in her rectum as this new penis slid inside her tight little sperm-filled butt. The previous Ream's hot, creamy ejaculate ran down her pussy lips and pooled on the leather table underneath her sore vulva as the man plowed against her asscheeks. As she lay there getting buttfucked, she continued to suck, lovingly, on the penis in her mouth as the other Reams continued to jack off around her.

Unfortunately, her plan to draw out this more gentle blowjob backfired. She fondled his balls and sucked his penis so tenderly that the man came in her mouth after only a minute or two.

Luckily, however, the next man who had planned to slide his member into her mouth was preempted, when, suddenly, another one of the Reams walked up with his hard penis in his hand. For reasons that were unclear, this man seemed to command a slightly higher level of respect from the others. As he slowly jacked off, he demanded a pause to the anal fucking. The Ream with his cock in Jannay's ass immediately complied with this request - pulling his hard dick from her tight little rectum with a plop.

Then, without warning, the one who had been fucking her butt lifted her exhausted, limp body from the face-down, prone position she had been in, and instead, he ordered her to hold herself up on her hands and knees. Jannay weakly lifted herself, and once she was in this position, the other Ream, who seemed to have more authority, slid onto the table and took a position lying flat on his back under her.

It seemed obvious that he intended Jannay to lower her pussy down on his cock and ride him, so that's what she did. She began bucking her hips and grinding her pussy against him. She felt his long, thin cock sliding inside her juicy cunt. He reached up and squeezed her tits. The red lash marks across her breasts burned intensely, but by now, she was almost getting used to the pain. She kept humping her cunt on his prick, actually beginning to feel as though she might be able to achieve an orgasm of her own.

Suddenly, as she bounced herself up and down, the man whose tool had just been in her ass began rubbing the head of his cock between her buttcheeks once again. He grabbed Jannay's hips and forcibly slowed her movements. When she came to a stop, he placed the head of his penis directly on her sensitive little brown hole, spit a fresh dollop of saliva on her sphincter, and pushed himself back inside her. The double penetration stretched her holes to their greatest extent and forced a quivering shudder of pleasure to run through her body as a lewd, guttural moan escaped from her open mouth.

Now, with a penis in her pussy and her asshole at the same time, she felt the delirium of a fast approaching climax. She began to eagerly buck her skinny little hips. She felt the cock in her asshole begin to rapidly pump in and out of her. She felt her throbbing clit grinding on the man under her. The simultaneous searing pain - from her red welts - and the intense pleasure of getting fucked by two cocks at the same time made her feel something she hadn't felt before.

Several girls in the room could be heard having orgasms as they looked on, but suddenly, a more mature female voice began meowing out in a wild, passionate frenzy of womanly pleasure. Jannay, on the precipice of her own orgasm, lifted her eyes, attracted by this alluring sound. She saw the Disciplinarian purring out in ecstasy with her legs spread so wide that her feet were lifted up in the air. She was frantically finger-fucking herself - rapidly thrusting two fingers in-and-out of her squishy wet twat, her lipstick-red bottom-lip quivering uncontrollably. Soon, she closed her eyes tight, opened her mouth wide, and began shuddering through a beautiful, intense orgasm - the well-toned muscles in her thighs trembling erratically as her calves were forced into a tight flex by her curled toes.

Jannay felt lightheaded with lust at the sight of the Disciplinarian's climax. Her own arousal reached a fever pitch. Feeling the naughty intensity of having two cocks simultaneously thrusting in her pussy and her asshole at a frantic pace, she could stand no more. She cried out in lewd delight as her entire body began to quake through her own spectacular climax. Her legs tensed and her hips shuddered, as she felt her butthole squeezing around the penis in her ass. She felt her pussy lovingly milking the dick in her cunt, desperately trying to suck the semen into her little pink slit.

As she writhed in ecstasy, she heard two or three more of the girls fall over into orgasm around the room. Jannay moaned out the most darling little sighs of pleasure as her body quivered and her muscles seized, both cocks still rapidly pumping into her. Soon, she felt the hot sticky gush of ejaculation in both of her spasming orifices as the two penises, one after the other, began spurting their hot, milky jizz inside her, emptying their balls into her snug little fuckholes.

Once the men recovered, they withdrew their depleted penises and Jannay collapsed on the padded pink table in exhaustion, hot sperm dribbling from her spent little twat and her gaping red asshole. She felt her body trembling in the aftershocks of pleasure and pain, as her genitals, and her welts, throbbed.

After all she had been through, the poor, fragile girl felt a warm, tingling sensation spreading throughout her body as the spasms of her orgasm receded and the searing ache of her whip marks slowly returned - but she felt somewhat numb to the anguish they caused her. She was too tired to feel. Her breath slowed as the voices in the room seemed to fade further and further into the background. Soon, the whole world turned black and she slipped into a deep, peaceful unconsciousness.

Chapter 25 - A Day to Recover and Prepare

The sudden feeling startled her awake - something cold and wet on her buttcheeks.

Disorientation followed as her brain groggily began to process the sensation.

She dragged her heavy eyelids open as she came to. At the same time, the sting of her welts returned. She winced as all of the horrible memories of her punishment came flooding back to her all at once.

"Oooh, someone's finally awake," a lovely female voice said from behind. "Welcome back."

Jannay lifted her head to look back over her shoulder, but with her eyes still blurred by sleep, all she could make out was the hazy silhouette of a blonde female wearing a white dress kneeling on the bed beside her. The foggy, feminine apparition was hunching over Jannay's back - apparently assessing the damage caused by the cruel, sadistic perversions of the Whipkittens. Judging from the cute pitch of the girl's voice, however, it was a safe assumption that she was fairly young - around the same age as Jannay.

"Try to take it slow," her lilting voice chimed, "you've been asleep for quite a spell - almost 13 hours. I'm just tending to your whip marks."

She felt the girl's hands on her ass, inspecting the tender welts on her cheeks.

"My gush, they're looking much, much better."

Jannay gradually began to regain her bearings, somewhat surprised at the blonde attendant's assessment.

"Much better?" she thought to herself, somewhat surprised by the assessment. "Well I guess that's good news."

She was lying on her stomach, naked, in a very comfy bed. She remembered the severe whipping she had suffered at the hands of the Whipkittens the day before - not to mention the brutal gangfucking she had taken from the Cockreams - but, surprisingly, she didn't feel much pain at all. There was a general stinging soreness over the entirety of her body, but judging from the brutality of the previous day, she had thought that her wounds would have left her curled up in a ball and crying for days.

"W-where a-am I?" she finally managed to translate her thoughts into speech.

She felt the gentle hands on her back smoothing a cool, slightly greasy cream onto her skin.

"You're in Madame Disciplinarian's recovery suite," the lovely blonde girl informed her. "Convicts are sent here after their first round of punishment to convalesce before moving on to tomorr- ...."

The friendly voice suddenly hesitated.

"Oh... w-well, we don't have to talk about that just yet," she said quietly.

Nervous laughter followed.

Then... near silence.

The only sound in the room was the slathering of the oily lotion on Jannay's skin.

"W-who are you?" she finally asked, breaking the ice. "Are you one of the Whipkittens?"

"Oh, my gush, no," the blonde girl replied. "No, my name is Miggy. I'm here under arrest in the Disciplinarian's quarters, just the same as you, carrying out my sentence for wrongdoing."

"Miggy?" Jannay thought for a moment. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. "H-have we met before?"

"I don't believe we have," the friendly girl said as she rubbed the cream into Jannay's thighs. "But you may have heard my name due to the fact that I'm one of the Pissers in Her Majesty's Shower."

"A Pisser?" Jannay asked, surprised. "How does a Pisser of the Shower end up here?"

The girl chuckled.

"I could ask the same of you," she replied. "Aren't you one of the Queen's Loos?"

"I was," Jannay said sadly, "but it looks like I've messed that up."

A tear trickled down her cheek.

"Oh no, try not to be upset. It'll be ok," Miggy said sympathetically. "I didn't mean anything by it. I totally get it. It's a difficult time, but you'll get through this. Believe me, you will."

The friendly Pisser gently caressed Jannay's shoulder. It made her feel better.

"Wanna turn over?" Miggy suggested. "I'm done with your back and I want to make sure the welts on your stomach don't begin to blister."

Jannay lifted herself slightly and began to roll over.

"Take it slow," Miggy said. "You may still be a little groggy."

The pretty blonde tucked a big soft pillow under Jannay's head and lovingly brushed the hair out of her face with her fingers. For the first time, Jannay could clearly see the pretty Pisser who was treating her. She was absolutely lovely.

Miggy looked down at the former Loo and smiled as she dipped her hand into a white ceramic dish. She scooped up a generous dollop of the balm with her fingertips and began gently massaging it into Jannay's belly and her hips.

"So what is this stuff?" Jannay asked, referring to the cream. "It feels a bit oily, but it's very soothing."

"It's a specially formulated healing salve the Disciplinarian uses to treat her convicts after they've been whipped by the Kittens," Miggy explained. "Ironically, it is made from a base of the same whitewood that the whipsticks are made from. But in this case, the bark of the tree is boiled down in clean water until it thickens. Once the base is prepared, a number of medicinal ingredients are added, including several ancient oils. The finished product is stored in a cool, dry place for a minimum of 12 weeks to steep and mature. Only after this aging process is complete can the cream be administered for treatment."

"Interesting," Jannay said. There was a long lull in the conversation as the disgraced former Loo looked down at the welts on her skin. It was the first time she really had a chance to see the damage inflicted by the cruel whips of the Disciplinarian's Kittens.

Miggy once again replenished the cream on her fingers and began massaging the salve into Jannay's small breasts. Her nipples quickly became erect. Miggy smiled and playfully tweaked them.

"Pretty titties," she said.

"Thanks," Jannay tried to sound sincere, "You're very sweet, but all these red lash marks across my skin are not so pretty."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Miggy reassured her. "Trust me, they look so much better now than they did the first three times I administered treatment."

Jannay was surprised by the number. How was it possible that she had already been treated three times? She had no memory of any prior treatment at all.

"Wait," she said. "You mean this is the fourth time you've treated my welts?"

"Sure is," Miggy smiled warmly. "You slept right through the first few rounds."

The pretty blonde finished applying the medicine to Jannay's chest and scooped up a little more of the cream with her fingers.

"OK," she said. "Open your legs. I need to treat your vagina. Once I'm done with that, you can pull your thighs wide and I'll get your asshole."

Jannay spread her legs. The cream felt quite arousing on her pussy. There was a pleasant tingling sensation on her sensitive labia.

"A bit of sexual arousal during this part of the treatment is completely normal," Miggy reassured her. "As soon as I'm done, you can certainly masturbate if you feel so inclined."

"It does feel quite good," Jannay said. "Are you sure masturbation is allowed? I wouldn't want to get myself into any more trouble than I'm already in."

"Don't worry," Miggy replied. "It's definitely allowed. I just watched the girl in the next room enjoying quite a beautiful orgasm after treatment. But if you're feeling horny, you'll have to hang on for just a bit longer. The vagina and the butthole make up the longest part of the application. Since these areas are so very sensitive and prone to infection, the balm must be applied in stages to ensure that the medicine can work. It's such a tease, I know. But just lay back and enjoy the sensation of my fingers rubbing your slit."

Jannay did as Miggy suggested. She relaxed back into the pillow and relished the feeling of the pretty blonde's fingers sliding between her delicate pink folds.

"So, you asked earlier what I did to end up being brought before the Disciplinarian," Miggy said as she slid her slippery forefinger from Jannay's clitoris down to her peehole. "It was nothing major. It's just that I had a slight case of sticky fingers. I don't know why I took my neighbor's buttplug. I have so many of my own. But I did what I did and I was justly punished for it - or at least, I will be."

"W-will be?" Jannay asked, a tremor of her sexual arousal evident in her speech.

"Right," Miggy confirmed. "Tomorrow, I'll be brought out to the racks to be disciplined by the public, just the same as you."

"But my crime was so much more severe than yours," Jannay said. "I stole the Queen's urine every day for almost a year and used it in my perverted masturbation. Are all sentences the same no matter the specifics of the crime?"

"No," Miggy replied, "they're not all the same. You see, I was spared the violence of the Whipkittens and the Cockreams. I was only sentenced to nursing you and Daisy - the girl in the next room - for one day. Tomorrow, however, the three of us shall all share in the humiliation of the rack."

"You say it so calmly," Jannay said. "Aren't you afraid?"

"Of course I am," Miggy said. "But I saw my roommate - Stiffi - sentenced to the same punishment about a year ago. She suffered through it and came out a better person once the sentence was carried out. So I 'm just trying to focus on the end result. Whatever happens to me tomorrow is only the natural consequence of my actions. So at dawn, I will have my comeuppance for my moment of weakness. I'll accept this as the will of the Deities. I consider myself lucky that I'll be allowed to return to duty as a Pisser of the 3rd Rank as soon as I am able. My role in the Queen's Shower is the most important thing in my life, and I've just barely avoided losing it. I'll be sure that I never make the same mistake again."

Miggy patted Jannay's thigh, signalling that she was done with this first application of the balm to her vagina.

"OK," she said, "go ahead and pull your thighs back. I have to rub the salve into your asshole."

Jannay tucked her hands behind her knees and pulled them back wide toward her shoulders, obediently opening her anus to Miggy's fingers. Although the lovely Pisser's touch felt good on her butthole, she frowned as she thought about the uncertainty she faced in the wake of being stripped of her position in the Queen's Court.

"I guess, in my case, the severity of my crimes, along with the fact that I indulged in them almost daily, was the difference. Unlike you, I have not retained my standing at the Palace. I've been removed from my position as a Loo, and with it, I've lost my home. I'm not even sure where I'm going to go once they release me from my chains tomorrow."

"That is, indeed, very unfortunate," Miggy said as she slipped the creamed tip of her middle finger past the tight ring of Jannay's sphincter. "I wish there was something I could tell you to make you feel better, but I'm afraid I don't have a great answer."

She gently massaged the inside of Jannay's butthole as she considered the poor girl's situation.

"I'll tell you what," she offered. "Stiffi will be coming to collect me tomorrow after we're released. She will be treating my wounds and nursing me back to health, so that I can return to duty as a Pisser, just as I did for her when she was punished a year ago. Since you don't have any place to go, why don't you come and stay with us until you figure out a more permanent living situation. Our bed should be big enough for three. It'll be tight, but we'll just have to cuddle up close together."

"Oh my gush," Jannay exclaimed, "are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose."

"It would be no trouble at all," Miggy said. "I'll make sure that Stiffi comes and finds you after the guards unlock us."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so very much!" Jannay needed to hear something hopeful, and this was the first positive feeling she'd experienced since this whole mess began.

"Think nothing of it," Miggy replied. "Stiffi and I love having company - and besides, it never hurts to have a third pussy around to play with. You're going to love Stiffi. She's so fucking hot. Trust me, the three of us are going to have a lot of sexy, girly fun."

Jannay smiled at her. She felt relief - and a deep appreciation in her heart.

"That is..." the pretty blonde added, her voice suddenly somber "... once we recover from our beatings, of course."

Just then the Disciplinarian appeared in the doorway - wearing her ruby jewels, her silky gold-trimmed white minidress, and her fearsome red sash around her waist. Both Jannay and Miggy instinctively flinched and recoiled in fear.

"Good morning ladies," she said with a smirk on her face. "I trust that the little pervert's wounds are being cared for."

"Oh, yes, ma'am," Miggy said. "I'm in the process of applying the cream to her anus at the moment."

"Wonderful," the fierce, imposing woman said. She sat down on the bed beside Jannay and looked her over. "Yes, her welts have gone down significantly. Are you feeling any pain, girl?"

"Just a bit, Madame," Jannay replied timidly. "But not as much as I thought I would."

"Well, it is a remarkably effective cream," the glamorous dame said. "I want to make sure you go into tomorrow's punishment fully refreshed. Since it was my whip that stung your cute, furry vulva and lashed the crack between your skinny little buttcheeks, I'd like to observe an application of the treatment to your genitals. So please, don't let me interrupt. Carry on with the application."

She motioned for Miggy to proceed. The pretty blonde Pisser nodded and dipped her fingers into the ceramic bowl of ointment.

"I'm sure you won't mind if I stay and watch you work," the older woman said.

"Oh, not at all, Madame," Miggy quickly replied. She ducked her head between Jannay's legs and began smoothing the oily tincture onto her vulva.

The graceful, feline woman reclined alongside Jannay and ran her fingers through the girl's fine, black hair as Miggy applied the slippery cream to her bushy nethers.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," Jannay replied, "it does."

"Good," the older woman said, "just lie back and enjoy it."

She moved her hand from Jannay's long dark hair, down to her breast.

"Does this hurt at all?" she asked, cupping the little boob from underneath. "Are you still sensitive here?"

"Not at all, ma'am," Jannay shuddered. "Your touch is quite pleasant. It's actually making me feel quite aroused."

"Mmmmmmmm. Very good, sweetheart," she purred. "Perhaps we shall see just how aroused..."

She gently rolled Jannay's hard little nipple between her thumb and middle finger.

"... we can make you feel."

The darling girl's lip quivered, which delighted the older woman. Feeling her pussy becoming wet, the Disciplinarian settled in for some sexy fun. She quickly hiked up her short white skirt, threw her mature, muscular thigh over the younger tart's pale and slender one, and traced her fingers down Jannay's belly, gently pressing her exposed hairless vulva against the girl's bony hip.

Miggy cautiously lifted her eyes to get a glimpse of this sexually charged exchange as her fingers worked the silky smooth cream up and down Jannay's hairy slit. She could tell that the girl's vagina was secreting its lubricating juices.

"You know," the Disciplinarian said, "you handled your punishment very well yesterday. I quite enjoyed lashing you with the switch and seeing you whipped by my Kittens. And when the Reams had their way with you, I was very aroused indeed. I reveled in the pleasure of fingering myself as I watched the men slide their hard penises inside you."

"T-thank you, Mistress," Jannay stuttered, unsure how to respond, but feeling a delicious thirst building in her loins.

Between Miggy's fingers sliding all over her cunt, and the Disciplinarian fondling her tits, she was desperately trying to prevent herself from gyrating with lust. But despite her best efforts, she could not suppress a horny shiver from running down her spine.

"Ah, good girl," the Disciplinarian laughed. "Don't be shy, darling. Let yourself feel the pleasure."

"Y-yes, ma'am," Jannay stuttered. "It does feel quite lovely to be caressed in this way."

"Miggy," the catlike woman said, "take a break for a moment, will you? Perhaps you can go next door and see how Daisy's wounds are healing."

"Yes, ma'am," the blonde Pisser said deferentially. She grabbed her ceramic bowl of ointment, curtsied respectfully, then made her exit.

"Don't worry, sweet Jannay. Miggy will be back to treat you again later. But I just wanted us to share some... alone time."

Jannay felt extremely nervous, but also very turned on. The Disciplinarian's mood seemed much different now than it had been during her criminal hearing the previous day. She seemed tender - almost caring.

"Tell me Jannay," she said, "do you know my real name?"

She gently dragged her fingers down Jannay's belly and began playing with her thick, black pubic hair.

"I - I'm sorry, Mistress," Jannay trembled, "I do not."

"It is Aleesia," the woman replied wistfully. "My mother named me after her life-long best friend. My father had no role whatsoever in raising me. He died when I was so young that I have no memory of him at all, so mom relied on her girlfriends to help educate me. A few years later, when my mother also passed, I was sent to live with her best friend - this other Aleesia. She had thick pubic hair just like this - though hers was a lighter shade of brown. I used to love running my fingers through her curly bush after making love to her."

"That's sweet," Jannay said nervously, still feeling slightly on edge. "Did you have strong erotic chemistry with her?"

Aleesia began sliding her fingers between Jannay's moist, furry labia, teasing her hard little clit.

"Yes, we had a strong attraction to each other. I had seen my mother make love to her many times before she died. I would become so aroused by their passions that I would have no choice but to finger myself to a delicious orgasm as I watched. Because of this, when I took my deceased mother's place in Aleesia's bed, I already knew how she liked to be pleasured. I was only 18 at the time, and had never been sent to the Academy, so I received my education in the home. It turned out to be all the education I needed, because it was through my mother's friend that I came to be interested in discipline. Aleesia wasn't aroused by such things, herself, but another lesbian lover of hers - Dianne - was very turned on by being bound and spanked. In the course of having naughty, girly threesomes with them, I found that I shared Dianne's enthusiasm for the rougher, more violent side of sex, so I began to explore this interest in earnest, and the rest is history."

She slowly dragged her middle finger up from Jannay's peehole - which she had been tickling - up along the full length of her swollen clitoris, lightly tapping on the hard little nub of sensitive nerve endings. Jannay shivered and cooed in response to this sultry stimulation. Aleesia smiled down lovingly at her.

Having successfully elicited the quivering little moans she was looking for, the older woman slid her slime-coated digit back down from the clit, toward the girl's vaginal opening, and began circling the needy, wet cunthole with her fingertip. Jannay bucked her hips and moaned again.

"Yesssss," Aleesia hissed, "feel the pleasure, girl. You're quite attractive when you're aroused. I must say that you're making my pussy quite wet at the moment."

"T-thank you, Madame," Jannay shivered. "Your fingers are making me feel so very good. I do not wish to be presumptuous, but if I reach the precipice of orgasm, am I allowed to give in? I do not wish to reach climax without your permission."

"You may, indeed, enjoy an orgasm if you feel one coming on, sweet girl," the Disciplinarian kissed her forehead. "I would very much like to see you cum by my hand, in fact. However, try to hold out for a while, my dear. There are certain things I'd like to discuss with you as you lie here at the mercy of my fingers."

"Y-yes, Madame Aleesia," Jannay quivered. "I will try to hold out for as long as I can. I just hope that I am able to maintain my composure - for the pleasure building in my loins is rapidly grabbing hold of my heart and testing my will to resist. I fear it will not be long before I succumb to the lust that is pulsating through my body."

"Beautiful words spoken by a beautiful girl," Aleesia whispered seductively as she slowly inserted her middle finger into Jannay's warm, gooey crevice.

The girl's lips trembled, and her spine curled off of the bed with the wonderfully sweet pleasure of finally being penetrated by the Disciplinarian's finger.

"So, my little love - let's talk..."

Aleesia fingered her slowly. Jannay's pussy was so wet that both the inward and outward motion of the Disciplinarian's finger could be distinctly discerned from the sound alone.

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"I've given you my origin story," Aleesia said.

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"I've told you what motivates me."

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"So now, tell me..."

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"What is it that motivates you?"

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"Where did this particular perversion in your heart come from?

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"This depraved lust that wets your hairy little cunt so?"

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"What is it that makes you risk everything you have in the world to douse yourself in the stolen piss of a Queen?

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"And to tickle your filthy little coochie with your urine-soaked fingers until you shiver yourself into a cute pissy puddle of dripping wet pussy goop..."

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"... naked buttcheeks flattened against the cold floor in a dark corner of the Palace?"

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

"Is it a lust for fresh hot piss that wets your cunt so?"

- Squiiishhhh...

- Squiiishhhh...

Jannay's mouth was wide open with pleasure. Her hips bucked erratically and she let out a sharp gasp.

Aleesia fingered her faster -

- Squiiishhh - Squiiishhh - Squiiishhh - Squiiishhh -

As she intensified her rhythm, she paused her interrogation to moan out a sharp lustful gasp of her own, pressing her body firmly against Jannay's as she fingered the girl with greater vigor.

- Squish - Squish - Squish - Squish -

"Is it something else?"

- Squish - Squish - Squish - Squish -

Aleesia's lip quivered and curled into an aroused sneer. She began humping her exposed, wet vulva against Jannay's thigh. The pleasure of rubbing her clit against the girl's leg caused her to escalate the speed and passion of her fingering even more.

- Squish! - Squish! - Squish! - Squish! -

"The thrill of being discovered perhaps?"

- Squish! - Squish! - Squish! - Squish! -

Her palm began lightly slapping against Jannay's clit.

- Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! -

The disgraced little Loo cried out in despair - her skinny legs spread wide, spasming with desperation.

- Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! -

"I long to know what drives you," Aleesia hissed. "My own cunt is drenched with the need to find this answer."

- Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! - Splat! -

"Oh, yessss, Madame. It feels so good! I feel as though I might cum from your touch!"

Suddenly... the Disciplinarian backed down and slowed her hand's movements. The penetrating strokes of her long, middle-finger became excruciatingly slow and she began purposely avoiding contact with Jannay's quivering little clitoris.

Oh, no! Please...

The girl hadn't said it out loud, but her body said it all.

She was bucking her hips and trembling in despair, begging for sweet, sexual release.

But, poor little Jannay wasn't going to be allowed to cum that easily.

"Uuuuuuuhuuuuuuuhhhnngg," she moaned out desperately - her body writhing on the bed and spasming with ecstatic frustration.

"Yessssss, girl," Aleesia seethed, still humping her own wet, hairless pussy against the darling slut's trembling young body as she withdrew her finger from Jannay's weeping pink gash.

"Now, settle yourself down and ease off - slow, deep breaths. Close your legs if you have to. Squeeze them together. Get control of that little cunny."

Jannay's body was absolutely quaking with lust. Her staggered breath shivered out of her throat through her curled lips. As directed, she closed her legs and tried to divert her attention away from her hot, pulsating vulva.

"There, there girl - steady yourself," Aleesia purred in a sultry, teasing voice as she licked the creamy pussy juice from her finger, "As I said, there's no need to rush to orgasm. I want to converse with you, my sweet little pervert, so I need you to come back to your senses. Enjoy the relaxation of my fingers inside you, gently pumping in and out of your slit, but hold off your climax until I tell you. Is that clear?"

Jannay finally managed to draw a deep breath into her lungs as she nodded her head affirmatively on the pillow.

"Y-yes, Madame," she managed to whisper. Her chest spasmed lustfully as she exhaled.

"So then... you sexed-up little tart," the gorgeous tigress giggled, "I ask again - what's your origin story? I told you mine. Now, tell me yours."

Jannay tentatively widened her legs a bit and shuddered through another attempt at a long, deep breath.

"W-well..." she paused one last time, trying to take in another full intake of air as the Disciplinarian's fingers resumed their deliciously slow slide back-and-forth through the warm, slippery lips of her goopy pink clam.

The girl exhaled, then spread her legs wide once again, trying to settle in and relax herself. Her cute skinny thighs were still quivering in the aftershocks of her near-orgasm, but she was pretty sure she could keep her loins under control. Finally, she began her response to Aleesia's inquiry.

"I-I guess it started w-when I was at the Academy," Jannay managed to say. "You see, we always p-practiced golden sh-showers and sticky play in school. It was part of the r-required curriculum."

"Yesss," Aleesia purred, "Sticky play - how very exciting. Go on, girl."

"Of course, outside of pissing on each other in class, friends would also drink each other's pee after hours. We were curious about each other's flavor and it was a great way for young nubiles to bond. It is good for the spirit."

"Good for the spirit indeed." Aleesia rested her cheek on Jannay's forehead, encouraging her. "Who doesn't love drinking a warm glass of her girlfriend's fresh piss?"

"This went on in a very casual way for a number of academic sessions" the quivering girl continued, "a couple of years' worth, in fact - as we transitioned to the upper levels of study. But as we got older, and we started drinking more jujeeba wine as part of our erotic play, a wild desire for pissy group sex gripped a particular cohort of girls around my age and it became our total sexual focus. Naturally, the jujeeba wine filled our bladders and created the need for frequent urination, which lent itself to peeing on each other - but the aphrodisiac effects of the elixir also aroused us tremendously and encouraged us to indulge fully in our sexual cravings. So playing with our pee became our favorite erotic kink, and the basis for virtually all of our girly get-togethers."

"Wonderful," the Disciplinarian said. "It sounds like this piss play created quite a strong friendship between all of you horny little Academy girls."

"Well," Jannay answered, "I am including myself in this group, but in reality, it wasn't quite as friendly as it sounds."

"Oh?" Aleesia inquired. "What do you mean?"

"You see," Jannay explained, "this was a group that I longed to be friends with, but, the truth is, they tended to reject me. The de facto 'leaders' of this group were some of the more popular girls in school. On the other hand, I was quiet and shy, and was, therefore, treated like something of an outsider. However, in spite of being seen as a square peg, I was still lucky enough to be invited to several of these gatherings. There was a need for as many full bladders as possible, so I was included more out of necessity, than any sort of genuine friendship."

Jannay's leg began to shake and her skinny hips bucked from the pleasure of Aleesia's probing fingers. She, again, took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Poor little thing," the Disciplinarian said, slowing the rhythm of her penetrations for a moment to give the girl a chance to control herself. "So you never felt truly included in this piss play?"

"N-not really, Madame," Jannay assented after a long exhale. "But, again, I was always hanging around, and they needed my pee, so I was allowed to participate on a limited basis. When it comes to golden showers - the more piss, the better."

"Anyway," she continued, "this group of girls started playing out their naughty wee-wee fantasies in our dormitory bathroom. We would all start the evening by getting drunk on multiple glasses of jujeeba wine. Once everyone was thoroughly horny and sloshed, each girl would take her turn kneeling in the middle of the tile floor, with a circle of her girlfriends surrounding her. All of the girls standing around would pee on the one in the middle. Meanwhile, she would be kneeling there rubbing her horny little pussy to a squealing orgasm - crying out with lascivious delight as a flood of hot, fresh urine splashed all over her. All of the girls craved the feeling of fingering their naughty little cunnies under a shower of salty yellow piss. Many of them would lie down in the urine and roll themselves around in it as they rubbed their pussies. Meanwhile, another of the girls would kneel in the middle to receive her shower and all of the girls with piss in their bladders would step up and soak her. The floor would become quite slippery with urine, so everyone had to watch their step."

"Sounds absolutely delicious," Aleesia moaned as she continued to hump her bare wet vagina against Jannay's bony little hip.

"Indeed, it does," the skinny prisoner agreed, "The excitement I would feel in these moments was indescribable. As soon as the room started to fill up with the smell of all of that hot piss, my pussy would absolutely flood with arousal. But, in the end, these parties would always leave me in a desperate state of frustrated arousal. I never got a chance to be the girl in the middle, which is all I really wanted. Instead, I was only allowed to be one of the horny, jujeeba-drunk sluts peeing onto the body of a more popular girl. Of course, I would get to stand in the huge puddle of piss and urinate on the girls, and I'd occasionally get splashed on the leg by a bit of the other girls' pee, but I would never get the chance to be the one under the golden shower."

"That seems quite unfair," Aleesia said sympathetically. "Were you ever given some kind of explanation for your exclusion?"

"Not a satisfactory one. The first few times I attended these get-togethers, I would ask when I'd get a turn. They would keep saying 'later on.' I was patient and polite, but 'later on' would never come. Then, when I could tell that things were starting to wind down, I'd ask again. But by then, all the urine-soaked girls would have started engaging in sticky play - which I envied to the extreme, by the way. My naked body was never sticky enough to have sticky play, since I had never been pissed on. So, one of the 'leaders' would say that I was being a complainer. She'd say that I should just play with my pussy and enjoy watching them lick and finger each other because everyone had already pissed out all of the urine in their bladders - so maybe next time."

"But, of course, the next time would end up just the same. I knew that they were excluding me on purpose - using me for my piss - which hurt my feelings quite a bit, actually. So, I'd end up going back to my room, lying on the floor with my hips elevated against the wall, and peeing all over myself, before masturbating alone in my puddle; or - if I was really lucky - there might be another rejected girl hanging around at the end of the night, horny and unfulfilled - just like me. In those instances, the other girl and I would help each other out. We'd piss on each other in one of our bedrooms and have hot lesbian sex. Still fun - but nothing like getting a golden shower from a sexed-up mob of jujeeba-drunk girls."

"My gush," Aleesia said sympathetically. "That's quite sad. Did you ever manage to find a large group of girls that were willing to pee on you?"

"Eventually I did," she replied, "though not at all how I planned. You see, as time progressed, this group of girls outgrew the Academy dormitories and needed more space. So they began to host their golden shower parties out at the public sex clubs. Gradually, a few of the Mistresses - our teachers at the Academy - heard about these public events, and the ones who shared our little pee-pee fetish began joining the students in these piss-play sessions."

"Whenever one of the Mistresses came, I found I would get especially excited. I began to enjoy these experiences most of all - mainly because of the presence of the older women. Of course, when one of them did show up, she would get the star treatment. She would be the first on her knees in the middle of the circle. I had always masturbated to fantasies of my teachers, and now - there I was, with a group of my peers, peeing on their mature naked bodies and watching them play with themselves. And, even though I was shy and was never part of the "in" group, the teachers became my saving grace."

"As older women, the Mistresses had outgrown the sort of catty cliquishness that motivated the popular girls to exclude someone like me. Instead, these more mature ladies would ignore their students' little social hierarchies and simply invite whichever girls they fancied the most to engage in lesbian sex with them. They based their choice purely on sexual attraction, and - as nurturing teachers - several of them favored the sweet, innocent types. They simply adored a little lost puppy like me, so I was often chosen for sex once all the pissing was winding down. This would upset the more popular girls, but there wasn't much they could do about it. They weren't going to openly criticize their teachers' sexual appetites."

"So, before long, after getting off with several of the Mistresses at these events, many of them seemed to prefer my sexual techniques over the more popular girls. I still never got the chance to kneel in the middle of the urinating mob, but it didn't really matter anymore because the Mistresses knew my passion for piss play from our classroom practice, and, through them, I would finally get the chance to bathe my naked flesh in a torrent of hot womanly piss - followed, of course, by sticky play, and numerous lesbian orgasms."

"Well, if you didn't get to kneel in the middle during these public piss parties, how did you finally get your golden shower?" Aleesia asked inquisitively.

"I finally had my moment one night when a couple of the Mistresses I'd been playing with at these public parties invited me - and me alone - to one of their private faculty soirees," Jannay replied. "It was amazing. I was the only student in a room full of horny teachers. The experience went very well for everyone involved, so from then on, they extended an open invitation to me whenever they held their parties. Of course, I went as often as I could. And, as the only student, I became a focal point of these beautiful erotic evenings. I loved when they would stand around in a circle and piss all over me. I adored rubbing their urine into my skin and masturbating myself to orgasm with their eyes on me. And the sticky play was delightful. Their jiggly, mature bodies are perfect for it. This went on for my remaining time at the Academy. Soon after my graduation at the Masturbation of the Nubiles ceremony, I was named a Royal Loo in the Queen's Court, largely on the recommendation of my Mistresses."

"My, oh my," Aleesia purred. "Suddenly, your peculiar little kink is starting to make sense. You're very attracted to hot older women. So, I presume you have a similar crush on the Queen because she reminds you of your Academy Mistresses. And of course, you have a ravenous craving for urine. You simply love the feeling of soaking your body in warm, salty piss."

Jannay shuddered with lust.

"Y-yes, Madame," she shivered. "That's why I love playing in Her Majesty's pee. Truthfully, even when I don't have access to her urine, I masturbate to fantasies of the Queen almost every night. I dream about her pissing all over me, and I all over her; and then we make love together in our warm, yellow puddle on the floor."

"Mmmmm," Aleesia growled. "You're arousing my passions girl. You are such a horny little minx."

She tribbed her pussy against Jannay's naked hip with greater intensity, bucking against her with a lascivious fervor. Jannay enjoyed the wetness of the mature Dame's pussy against her skin. She shuddered with lust from the feeling. In response to their mutual arousal, the Disciplinarian inserted a second finger into Jannay's hairy wet snatch and began rapidly fingering her horny little twat, slapping her palm against the girl's clit once again.

"I want you to cum for me, you little slut," she hissed into Jannay's ear. "Let your pussy go. Feel the pleasure radiating through your body."

Jannay cried out a darling little squeal of girly lust and arousal. The muscles in her belly tightened and her legs flexed as she spread her thighs wider.

"Oh yes, Madame," Jannay cried out. "My little pussy is ready to cum for you."

"Fuck yes, you little piss whore," the Disciplinarian growled. "Spill your naughty juices from your hairy little twat so that I can lick it from my fingers."

"Yessss," Jannay cooed, "I'm so very close to exploding. Please keep fingering me."

Aleesia moaned out a lewd, guttural noise as she humped Jannay's hip and relentlessly drove two fingers in-and-out of the sweet girl's gooey, wet fuckhole.

As she fingered Jannay, she couldn't help but replay the details of the girl's golden shower story over in her mind. The poor little pervert was placed into an utterly hopeless situation by being named one of Her Majesty's Royal Loos. What was meant to be an honor, became the girl's downfall. Given her particular set of fetishes, how would it have ever been possible that Jannay would resist the incredible allure of carrying around warm bowls of the Queen's fresh piss several times a day? The little slut was destined to fall prey to this pussy-wetting situation. Inspired by her experiences with her former teachers, her lust was inspired by older, mature women - Queen Vula in particular - and fresh urine was what she craved above all else. The girl never stood a chance.

As the Disciplinarian considered these things, she noticed that Jannay's skinny little body had begun to buck ever more erratically. The girl's loud cry of imminent explosion brought Aleesia's attention back to the present just in time for her to watch Jannay fall over the edge into the ecstatic bliss of her climax.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhh," the girl bellowed out loudly as her body twisted and writhed in pleasure.

Aleesia vigorously massaged the girl's spasming little g-spot as it swelled and flexed deep inside her cunt. Her skillful fingers prolonged the devastating delight of Jannay's orgasmic quivers and shudders as her muscles seized up and her eyes rolled back in her head.

As the darling little tart quaked beside her, Aleesia continued to hump her own naked pussy against the girl's skinny little hip, nearly reaching orgasm herself at one point, but managing to back herself down for a better climax still to come.

"Such a pretty little thing you are when you writhe," the Disciplinarian laughed. "I find myself more and more aroused by you as the seconds tick by."

"Th-thank you kindly, M-Madame," Jannay managed to say through her breathy spasms

"You know," Aleesia said, "when you were first brought before me yesterday - having just been caught in the throes of your despicably kinky act - I initially wondered if someone so possessed by an insatiable lust wouldn't be an ideal candidate for a position as one of my Whipkittens. Each of those girls, pleasant though they may seem outside of their service, is utterly possessed with a desperate thirst for the sexually taboo - but in their case, it tends more toward violent sexual discipline. Indeed, it wets their cunts like nothing else, and, therefore, their service to me is entirely appropriate. This is where they belong. It is the perfect outlet for their wild and furious passions - and, under my authority, they are free to exercise their kink within the bounds of the law."

She slipped her fingers out from Jannay's snatch and began hungrily devouring the juices from them.

"Were it not for me putting red sashes on their waists and whipsticks in their hands," she went on, still licking her fingers, "they would stand little chance of living any sort of normal lives outside of my service. Even the kindest natured among them would eventually fall prey to her taboo little perversion and act upon it in a way that would land her here, before me, facing criminal charges - as you have ended up here yourself."

"Indeed, several of my current Kittens were initially brought to me for punishment after acting out some sort of violent sexual urge on an unwilling partner. Those who were, were duly whipped by me and the other Kittens, and then the little slags were brought out to the rack for public punishment, just as any criminal deserves - just as you will be tomorrow."

Jannay, still lying back and catching her breath, lowered her eyes in shame. The Disciplinarian had been so pleasant that she had almost forgotten why she was here in the first place. She was, herself, one of those deviant little sex sluts who deserved to be punished.

"But every girl," the gorgeous Dame continued, "no matter how sexually deviant she may be, has her proper place, and every fetish has its appropriate expression. It just has to be properly channeled. Therefore, many of those perverted little sluts who I've punished in the past are, now, among the ones who tore the clothes from your body and whipped your skinny little ass yesterday, fingering themselves to orgasm at your expense. The same is true of many of the Cockreams who jacked off and ejaculated all over you - not to mention the ones who rammed their hard cocks down your throat, your pussy, and your tight little asshole."

Aleesia sat up and straightened her dress, pulling the short skirt back down over her vagina. She ran her fingers along Jannay's naked hip and scooped up some of the wetness her pussy had left there. She absentmindedly smelled her fingertips as she continued her monologue.

"You see, Jannay, I believe in forgiveness. I couldn't do this job if I didn't believe in second chances," she said, pausing to lick the juices off of her fingers. "My punishments are harsh, but they are just. I call you a slut... a whore... a slag - because you are those things. I revel in calling whores what they are... intimidating my prisoners... watching them being whipped as I finger myself - it arouses me greatly. Meanwhile, you, and others in your position, wallow and grovel in the shame of being discovered. I delight in whipping the whore that dwells inside you. When you were brought before me yesterday, with your belly full of the arresting officer's hot, fresh semen, I relished the feeling of lashing your cunt with my thin, whippy twig - snapping the sharp switch against your sensitive little butthole."

"Yes, whipping the whore makes my pussy wet," she went on. "When I masturbate during the trials of criminals, like yourself, I finger my hot, juicy cunt to the sight of the perverted slut suffering the humiliation she deserves - the pain and anguish of her freshly whipped body being fucked by several big, meaty dicks - seeing her splattered and slathered in warm, sticky cum. I finger myself to the thought of how the hot, fresh ejaculate burns the blistered red welts on your buttcheeks and your tits. This is what a whore deserves. It is good for the spirit."

"But, once the whore is beaten into submission, you are clean, dear girl. You are in good graces with the Deities and are, therefore, free to make of life what you can. This is where you find yourself, now, young Jannay. After tomorrow, you will be fully cleaned and free of the deviant little slut that has been living inside you. When all is said and done, you will be crying, naked on your knees, beaten and bruised, with nothing of your own and nowhere to go. It may not feel like it in the moment - especially with all of that saliva dripping down your face and all of the semen dripping from your mouth, your pussy, and your rectum - but that terrible moment will be your fresh start... your clean slate. Where will you go? What will you do?"

"I don't know, Madame Disciplinarian," her eyes began tearing up. "I'm so very frightened by tomorrow that I cannot see anything beyond it."

"That is to be expected, dear girl," Aleesia said sternly. "That is all you should see. It is the slut inside you that is blind. For now, that deviant little whore is still somewhere in there. She is hiding. But she knows that tomorrow she will be exposed. Your perversion has cost you everything. It has consumed you. Your punishment is an exorcism. The process began yesterday when you were first brought before me. Tomorrow, after you've been fucked and spit on by everyone in town, your innocence will return - and along with it, your vision of what your life could be... what it should be. You will rise above your perversion. You will rise above the slut. Your eyes will be opened. Use your new vision to find your place, dear girl. Obviously, there is nothing inherently immoral in your desire to be soaked in the piss of a beautiful mature woman - even if that woman is the Queen. It's how you've chosen to fulfill your kinky desire that has created the problem - the devilish little whore in your heart... corrupting your spirit. But, rejoice, sweet girl. Somewhere out there is a healthy expression of your fetish. Seek it out before some deviant expression of it overtakes you again."

After a short pause, and a kiss on Jannay's cheek, Aleesia rose and began to untie the red sash around her waist.

"Speaking of finding your rightful place, I mentioned earlier that I had initially considered the possibility that you might be a candidate for the Whipkittens, given your extreme devotion to your fetish," she said as she slipped her silky white dress off of her shoulders and revealed her big luscious tits.

"And, I must confess, I have a strong attraction to kinky girls like you - so the thought of keeping you here with me is quite tempting... quite tempting, indeed. But after spending this time with you, I can see that you are far too gentle and sweet for that. There isn't a violent bone in your body, is there?" she asked as she let her dress fall to the floor.

Jannay couldn't help but gawk at Aleesia's beautiful, mature body. She bore many of the telltale signs of her age - heavy udders with large pink nipples; a lightly freckled chest; and a big, jiggly ass that sagged slightly. But her smoothly shaved pussy lent a youthful contrast to her otherwise finely aged appearance. She was also muscular and athletic in a beautifully feminine way.

"You're so cute when you blush like that," Aleesia smiled.

Jannay hadn't noticed the heat in her cheeks until that moment, but she was, indeed, blushing. Now she was feeling quite shy under the intense stare of such a gorgeous and imposing specimen like the Disciplinarian, in all of her naked glory.

The graceful, catlike woman took a step toward the bed.

"You caused my pussy to lubricate itself quite liberally when I was playing with you a moment ago. She's still quite slippery and wet, in fact. I left quite a substantial pool of my juices on your bony little hip, but I stopped myself short of joining you in the pleasure of orgasm."

She leaned in and ran her fingers over the wet patch she had left on Jannay's skin. She, once again, raised her hand to her nose to smell the evidence of her passion, then licked it from her fingers, seductively holding eye contact with the girl as she consumed her own lustful essence.

"I was quite turned on by your story," she continued, "not to mention your cute little moans. Your insatiable lust for the Queen's piss, while illegal to act upon in the way you did, is actually very arousing to me. I envy Rafe - the guard who discovered your dirty little secret. I wish it was I who caught you indulging your naughty desires in that dark corner of some forgotten hallway of the Palace. I would most certainly have masturbated my pussy to orgasm as I watched from the shadows - before having you arrested, of course."

She crawled onto the bed like a hungry tigress stalking her prey. Jannay was still lying there totally nude, her legs still parted from the earlier stimulation of her wet, hairy genitals.

"Roll over for me, sweet girl. I want to see that cute little butt of yours."

Jannay hesitated for a moment, unsure what was coming, but then she awkwardly did as she was told. She turned her body over and lay on her stomach, her cute little buttcheeks sticking up slightly.

Aleesia reached out and slowly ran her hand up the girl's skinny thigh.

"Since we're sharing so much about our sexual appetites," Aleesia said in a seductive voice, "I'll tell you a little more about myself. I very much enjoy humping things. It was one of my favorite ways to masturbate when I was younger - pillows, blankets, the corner of a bed, the arm of a chair - things like that. I used to hump my step-mother's thigh when she first took me in. Nowadays, grinding in that manner is more of a rare indulgence. I only hump myself to orgasm every now and then. But still - from time to time - this irresistible urge to gyrate my hips grips me, and I see something that I simply must rub my pussy on."

She gently squeezed Jannay's ass.

"These cute little buttcheeks of yours," she said, "are one example. You have such a pretty little bottom, you know? It would make me feel so very good to hump my pussy on your butt until I cum, lovely Jannay. Would you mind?"

Aleesia reached down between her legs and began gently tickling her clit, smearing her vaginal juices over her vulva in anticipation as she knelt on the bed and waited for her answer.

"No... I wouldn't mind... n-not at all," Jannay replied, surprised by the request, but also flattered. "I'd love for you to hump my buttcheeks."

She looked back over her shoulder and - even though she felt quite awkward - she tried to be sexy and playful. The cute little tart wiggled her skinny ass and smiled self-consciously at the Disciplinarian. She was feeling bashful but also very aroused. No one had ever humped her butt before, and she found the idea quite exciting. She couldn't wait to feel this gorgeous older woman gyrating on her.

"Oh, you naughty little thing," Aleesia purred. "My lust for you is such that it makes me feel the flutters of my heartbeat deep inside my cunt. I simply must press my pussy against your asscheeks right now - without delay. I am so very wet for you, sweet girl."

She crawled atop the little minx and rested her dripping wet vulva on the soft skin of Jannay's cute, skinny butt - right where her asscheek met her thigh. She began squeezing and rubbing the girl's little tush as she slowly slid her pussy back and forth, leaving a slimy smear of her slippery juices on the girl's tender flesh.

"Ohhhh, yesssss," Aleesia hissed in delight. "You're so fucking hot, you little slut."

Jannay acknowledged the compliment by smiling back over her shoulder and wiggling her ass again. She whimpered out a series of cute, lustful quivers at the feeling of the Disciplinarian's warm, juicy twat sliding back and forth on her bottom.

As she humped, Aleesia felt a fresh release of wetness flooding her nethers. She moaned out in pleasure as she slid the delicate pink folds of her vagina along the flesh of Jannay's thigh until she felt her throbbing clit bumping against the sweet girl's pert little buttocks.

The horny older woman enthusiastically bucked her hips, sliding her wet clam back and forth, again and again, repeating the lewd and fleshy impact of her swollen clit against Jannay's soft little ass in perfect rhythm with her lust.

"Darling Jannay," she whispered through her breathy sighs of pleasure, "I'm on the verge of releasing against your cute little butt. Your sexy little heinie arouses me so!"

"Oh yes, Madame," the girl replied. "Please cum on my ass. Grind that wet pussy against my pert little bottom until it explodes in sexual delight!"

Suddenly, all of the muscles in the Disciplinarian's body seized up. Her legs straightened out stiff behind her, and she began spasming in the throes of a powerful orgasm. She cried out lustfully as she quivered, supporting her upper body by locking her elbows and pushing her hands into the soft pink bed.

"Ooooooooh, fuuuuck yessssssss!" she screamed, still wildly grinding her clit against Jannay's ass, her own fleshy asscheeks clenched tightly together as the waves of her climax surged through her body.

Jannay felt her own pussy flood anew with the warm fluids of arousal. The sensation of another woman's cunt oozing its nectar all over her butt was new to her. She had no idea how erotic it would be until she felt the sticky heat of the Disciplinarian's sex juice trickling down her asscrack.

Both women moaned out in lustful delight.

After a few moments of intense shivering, Aleesia's spasms finally seemed to level off. She slowly rolled off of Jannay's back and landed on the bed beside her.

"That was wonderful," she said in a series of stuttered breaths, her face and her chest blushing red with afterglow.

"Oh Madame Disciplinarian, it was," Jannay exclaimed. She cuddled up close to Aleesia and gently stroked her arm. "I've never felt anything quite like that. It was absolutely delightful to feel your hot pussy sliding on my thigh and bumping up against my bottom - so very arousing."

"Yes, sweet girl," Aleesia sighed. "It was very pleasurable, indeed. I love that cute little butt of yours."

They both lay there in silence for a moment, cuddling close together like a lustful aunt and a naughty niece who had just enjoyed the pleasures of each other's bodies.

Finally, the Disciplinarian sat up and spoke.

"Well, darling," she said. "I'm sorry, but this is where our paths must diverge. I have to go now. Unfortunately, this is likely to be the last time we will see each other."

Despite the unpleasant circumstances of being brought to the Disciplinarian, Jannay felt a tinge of sadness at these words. This time behind closed doors with Aleesia had been quite lovely. She sat up in the bed and watched as the beautiful tigress rose and gathered up her sash and her white dress.

"I will leave you with this," the older woman said as she slipped her clothing back on. "Be strong. Face the punishment that is coming to you. This nightmare will all be over soon. When tomorrow's penance is said and done, you will be free and in the clear. Make the best of it, sweet girl."

Jannay sat there, unsure what to say. Her sad eyes could only look up and watch as Aleesia tied the fringed red sash around the slender waist of her dress.

"Now, my dear," the Disciplinarian continued, "I want to prepare you fully for what you will experience tomorrow, so listen carefully. You may not be in your right mind tomorrow, so it is important that you hear these things now, while your head is clear. Do you understand?"

Jannay nodded silently.

"OK," Aleesia smiled, knowing that this was her last chance to comfort the poor girl. "In just a moment, I will send Miggy back into the room for your last round of treatment. This final application of the healing salve is more a precaution than anything else. Your lash marks are almost completely gone. I couldn't have humped your buttcheeks as vigorously as I did a moment ago if you were still suffering any pain. Am I correct? Was the intensity of my pelvic gyrations at all unpleasant for you?"

"Not at all," Jannay replied. "Quite pleasurable, in fact."

"So the cream is working its magic. Good. As I said, the healing properties of the lotion are quite miraculous."

"It seems that way, Madame."

"Indeed, it does," she smiled.

After a short pause, she changed the subject.

"So... Jannay, I assume you take period-suppressing medications."

"Yes, of course."

"Very good," Aleesia replied. "How long has it been since you've menstruated?"

"Several years, at least" Jannay tried to remember. Like almost all Fluidian women, she had been on medication to prevent both menstruation and pregnancy since she reached puberty.

In Fluidia, the only reason a woman would stop her birth control medication would be because she was making a conscious choice to get pregnant. It was easy to identify such a woman because she would be wearing panties, which Fluidian women typically would not wear.

Other than women who were trying to conceive a child, the only female anyone knew of who menstruated on a regular monthly cycle was the Librarian - and her choice to remain fertile was due to a tradition among the women who have held her position going all the way back to ancient times. This is why the current Librarian always wore panties under her sheer white skirt.

But, at any rate, Jannay - like virtually all young Fluidian women - used prophylactic medication to pause her menstrual cycle and prevent insemination.

"Well then," Aleesia continued, "even though pregnancy shouldn't be an issue, once Miggy has applied this final round of treatment to your body, she will administer a fast acting spermicidal tonic that kills all specimens over a three week span. Even when administered to a woman capable of conceiving, it is highly effective. After you've taken semen into your vagina, it prevents pregnancy for a week before ovulation and two weeks after. Obviously, this is something we do out of an abundance of caution. The likelihood of you becoming pregnant is already practically nil due to your regular interventions."

The two conversed for a few minutes more about how the rest of the day would work, as well as the next morning.

Once the conversation was done, Aleesia sat back down on the bed and gave Jannay a long, tender hug. She kissed the poor girl on the forehead, then she stood and ran her hands over her silky white dress, smoothing out a few wrinkles.

"Somewhere out there is a future for you, Jannay," she said. "Please, find it. I implore you - find it, or else, something worse will almost certainly find you. If you allow your criminal perversion to reemerge, you may end up wandering down an aimless path of spiritual depravity once again. That would be so very tragic, because you are so much more than that, sweet girl. I know you are."

She blew Jannay a kiss, then turned and made her way to the door. Just before stepping out of the room, she spoke one last time.

"May the Deities rain their sacred bodily fluids down upon you, Jannay."

And, with that sentiment, Aleesia opened the door and walked out of the room, leaving the disgraced former Loo there, alone, in silent contemplation.

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To be continued...

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Next time:

Jannay pays for her perversion by being placed in the public stocks for sexual punishment.

The Sissy Queen jacks off for an audience of thousands during a sacred holiday ceremony.

Coming soon in The Legend of Jizzie: The Queen's Shower Vol. 8