You stared into her face for the longest time.
“And if we don’t?” you asked in a quiet voice.
She was scrubbing your hair so hard with perfumed soaps that she didn’t hear your question over the surrounding sounds in the bathtub and your eyes drifted from her face to the ceiling of the bathing room.
“It’s not like I don’t want to do something with him… but this is the end of the line for me. I’ve made it this far. I will be found out as soon as I show myself.” A tear slipped from your eye, masked, as your beautician dumped water over your face and head to wash the soap suds from your hair.
As your beautician continued to scrub and clean you up, your mind cast back to your mother. Was she ok? Had she survived? If anything, you had hoped that your father had offered himself as a sacrifice – had they been caught – and your mother had somehow escaped to freedom.
“What advice would ma give me right now?” You thought to yourself as you were directed to get out of the bath and head to the changing area.
You kept in with the other girls and then once inside the next room, grabbed the closest gown and put it on then discarded your wet under clothes.
The next part of the process was a blur as both men and women attended to you, giving you advice and tips on what to do next.
You were told not to speak at all, but to place whatever body part you wished up against the hole in the wall, and wait until he came to you.
“The king prefers the body and the pleasures between the thighs,” one eunuch said knowingly to you, “if you chose mouth or hand, there’s a high chance you will be discarded.”
You nodded silently, your adrenaline starting to pique.
“Ladies! Please take your places, the king will be arriving soon,” another voice called over the din of women chatting, and the in charges giving directions.
You were finally dismissed and sent over to the wall.
Looking along, you decided to to be as far down the line as possible, hoping that the king would choose someone sooner in the line up and therefore miss you completely.
You walked purposefully towards the end of the line but one girl got to the final hole before you, so you had to take the hole just before the end. Number 9.
You stood, waiting.
You knew he would start at the number 1 hole first so you wanted to wait until the last minute before doing anything.
A small horn blew, and the first girl raised her dress and spread her legs, pressing her bare shaven pussy to the hole.
Everyone present watched her face and waited.
She looked apprehensive, then a small look of pleasured pain crossed her face as she scrunched her brows together and her body jumped a little.
One of the handmaids walked up behind her and held her still with one hand over her mouth so that she wouldn’t make a sound.
Other girls crowded closer to the hole in the wall to sneak a peek of the kings cock then suddenly he pulled out and the girl was moved back from the hole in the wall. The next girl along quickly prepared herself and one of her friends assisted her, lifting one leg so the king could enter her better.
As he pushed into her, her eyes rolled back and she turned her head to lean it on the shoulder of her friend.
Caught in the moment, her and her friend shared a kiss, making out as the king continued to thrust into her.
He lasted a little longer with her, but not by much, until he pulled out and moved to the next girl who was on her knees, ready to try taking him in her mouth.
This was hole number 3, and a little closer to you, so you saw as king Kageyama pushed his thick cock through the hole and into the girls mouth.
Unable to take his size, she gagged and pulled back.
The king pulled back and she was swiftly removed from the room. It was clear that she had disgraced him- judging how quickly he had entered her mouth, then pulled out.
Holes 4,5,6,7 and 8 all lasted about the same time and as the girl at hole 8 stepped back from the hole and dropped her dress back down, it was your turn.
You turned around and very carefully lifted your dress at the back and, with your free hand, spat into it with as much saliva as you could gather, then reached back and wiped it over your hole, pushing 2 saliva covered fingers into yourself quickly to coat yourself as best you could.
No sooner had you removed your fingers, the tip of his hot cock pressed to your opening.
He was coated with slick from the previous girl’s pussies, so that helped a little, and he pushed firmly into you.
With a bit of surprise, at how quickly he had pushed into you, you slapped a hand to your mouth to prevent yourself making any noises, and then he started to move back and forth against you.
“Oh my god! This hurts but … kinda feels good?” You thought as you scrunched your brows together and squeezed your eyes shut.
He picked a rhythm, steady and strong, and kept rocking his hips to the wall, rubbing and pushing against your prostate.
Your cock started to swell a little and you quickly reached between your legs to tuck it back a little.
To the other girls, it just looked like you were reaching for you clit and rubbing it.
Watching your face, they could see you were getting more and more pleasure from what he was doing to you and their fingers found their own clits, rubbing and touching theirs in time with how your body was rocking.
The king was spending a lot more time with you and you could feel your body starting to get to the point where it wanted to cum.
“Oh shit! I can’t cum or they’ll see it dripping onto the floor!” You thought with a panic.
Your cock twitched heavily and started to pulsate with the building orgasm.
You grabbed for it beneath your dress and pinched the tip, trying to think about anything else that would take your mind off the pleasure your body was feeling.