Erya's Test

"That was Part One. Part Two is down the hall, behind the next door."

Erya was disappointed, but not surprised, to find that the test was not over. But she felt a need to exert what little authority she had.

"The Prince is sleeping," she informed Barpik. "It is important that nobody disturbs him. If I'm not with him when he wakes up, then he needs to sleep until he wakes up on his own. These are his first dreams as a man, and they are essential."

"You don't give me orders," the Constable said, glaring at her.

"That is a whore's chamber," Erya reminded him. "I have absolute authority over what happens in there until all parties have left the room."

Barpik nodded, grudgingly accepting that she was right. "Did Ragon perform?"

"I cannot discuss what happened in that room. Clients of a whore have privacy rights. You are in violation of the law by asking me that question."

Unable to argue the point, the Constable pointed down the hall. "You're late. Get on with it."

Erya went where she was directed. The offering bowl was outside the room, for some reason. When Erya had taken her payment, the Constable unlocked the door, another unusual mystery, and she entered the room. The occupant was not another virgin Prince, but a young woman sitting on the bed, sobbing her heart out.

"Can I help you?" Erya asked.

"No! Nobody can help me," the woman wept. She was maybe nineteen years old, lovely to look at, with rich auburn hair hanging down her back.

"I can try," Erya offered.

"You can try. Right. Sure." The woman's tears turned angry. "Fine. Let's see you help me. I am to be executed tomorrow morning. What can you do to help me?"

"I don't know," Erya admitted. "I'm just a whore. But I was sent here to help you. I've been paid to help you. Obviously, somebody thinks that there is something I can do."

"Beautiful. Then do it."

Erya felt anxious and helpless. There was no power she had to help this poor, young woman. But she had to try. First, she needed more information.

"Um...Excuse me for prying, but why are they going to...?"

"Kill me? Is that what you're trying to ask?"

"Yes, I suppose so. I don't want to be rude," Erya said softly.

"Don't you worry about it. I'm a dead woman. You can't be rude to a dead woman. Maybe I should just kill myself and rob them of the pleasure of a public execution."

"Oh, please, no," Erya cried. Some people did occasionally ask a whore to help them end their life. And it was considered one of the duties of a whore in Denholm. Erya had once poured poisoned wine for a client and she had pushed another off a roof when he didn't have the courage to make the jump himself. But she hated it. It was the worst part of her life. She hoped and prayed this was not her test.

"Why are they going to execute you?" Erya asked, stalling for time. The young woman didn't seem eager to die, so there was no rush in killing her if that was what this test was about.

"I cheated on my husband," the girl said.

People cheated on their spouses every day. It wasn't a capital offense. Unless, Erya remembered, the spouse had a title. And with that, she knew who the girl was. Baron Upiton had married the beautiful daughter of a wealthy merchant. But six months after the wedding, he had walked in on his new wife kissing another woman. Embarrassed and humiliated, the Baron had invoked an ancient law against adultery and had his wife arrested.

Erya knew the petty little man was a hypocrite. Every other week, the Baron came to Erya's room and paid for an hour in her bed. But the law did not apply to titled aristocrats, only their wives.

The entire kingdom was disgusted by the Baron's actions, but he had the law on his side and even the king could not easily set it aside without infuriating the entire nation's aristocrats, who would revolt if their right to enforce laws were threatened.

But now Erya knew why she was here. And it wasn't to help in a suicide. She was the last meal.

"You're Jalisa, aren't you?"

The condemned woman nodded hopelessly, tears pouring down her cheeks.

"Listen," Erya said. "You were right before. You're a dead woman. There is nothing I can do to help you with that. I'm only a whore. But, as a whore, I can offer you one last thrill."

"You're kidding, right?" Jalisa scoffed. "You think a bit of nookie on my last day alive is going to make my death easier to bear?"

"No," Erya admitted. "But perhaps, just for a little bit, you can forget."

"Right. You try it."

"Now you listen to me," Erya said, making her voice hard and stern, "Tomorrow morning, before the city gates are opened, your head will be in a basket. Tomorrow evening, after the gates are closed, that basket will be burned. Your bones will be on the floor of the guard dog's kennel, gnawed on by the puppies. A year from now, nobody will even remember your name. That's your fate and nobody can change it.

"Now you can spend your last day alive moping and crying and feeling sorry for yourself. Or you can make the most of the time you have left and indulge in a little forbidden pleasure. You are being executed for cheating on your husband with a girl. Why not commit the crime in reality?"

Jalisa considered Erya's words for a long moment. She was scared and angry and miserable. None of this was fair. But she didn't want to spend her last hours in such a state. It would be like letting those bastards rob her of her last day.

Slowly, she nodded. She would do this. Only...

"I don't know how to be with a girl," Jalisa said.

"It's easy," Erya said. "I'll show you."

She moved in close to Jalisa and reached for her. Erya put her arms around the other woman and pulled her in for a close kiss. She held her tightly, comfortingly, trying to let the girl feel protected and cared for.

Jalisa opened her lips and pushed her tongue into Erya's mouth. She was inexperienced, but she'd clearly been wanting this for a very long time. Erya sucked on her tongue, licked it, played with it like it was the head of a dick.

The girl was eager now. Her fears had been transformed, temporarily, into a desperate passion. Her fingers were fumbling with Erya's clothes, needing to touch her bare skin. Erya willingly complied, untying the belt as Jalisa's fingers found their way into Erya's tunic.

The first garment fell to the floor, soon to be joined by several others. In moments, both girls were naked, still kissing, their hand busily exploring each other's bodies.

Erya pulled away, and started dancing. She smiled, and spread her arms, and shifted her weight from leg to leg, her hips wiggling, her tits shaking, an open invitation for Jalisa to watch and appreciate.

Erya knew this girl. There were so many like her. So many women secretly longed for the touch of another female. They came to her, shy and oppressed, pretending they didn't desire what they'd already paid for.

Jalisa stared, her eyes wide and hot, as the naked whore danced for her. She couldn't help but reach down and rub her clit as she watched. And when Erya moved in close, and backed her up against the bed, Jalisa didn't resist.

"Lie down," Erya whispered. "Let me show you what I can do."

Jalisa complied, her breathing fast and shallow. Erya pushed her gently down, spreading the girl's legs open and making a place for herself between them. "How many men have touched your pussy?" she asked.

"Just my husband," the woman answered.

"Did he really touch you or did he just push his dick in?"

"Just his dick," Jalisa answered. She was embarrassed to be using such crude language, but what could they do to her if someone heard? They could only kill her once.

"I thought so," Erya nodded. "Men are too eager to find their own pleasure. They never think about the girl. How many women have touched your pussy?"

"Just my maid," Jalisa said. "When she bathes me."

"Does she use her fingers or a washcloth?" Erya asked.

"Washcloth."

"Then it doesn't count," Erya whispered. "The truth is that nobody has ever touched you like you need to be touched."

"Do it then," Jalisa begged. "Show me."

Erya got on her hands and knees above the girl's body. She let her tits sway low, scraping Jalisa's nipples with her own. She lowered herself onto the girl, mounting her as a man would, pressing clit to pussy.

"This is how a boy fucks a girl," Erya said, thrusting gently against her. "Don't you just love having that dick fill you up inside?"

"Yes," Jalisa gasped, amazed at how good this felt. "It's like nothing else."

"Oh, I know. Believe me, I know. I get fucked ten to twenty times a day and I can never get enough."

"That sounds glorious," Jalisa moaned, rocking her hips against the whore, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, wet and ready and open, craving the appendage Erya couldn't give her.

"I can't fuck you like a man can," Erya apologized. "But I know what makes a woman feel good. This is how a girl fucks."

Erya kissed Jalisa hard, then slithered down her body, tasting her neck, biting her shoulder, burrowing into the valley between her tits, taking a nipple gently between her teeth. Erya followed the familiar female terrain of Jalisa's body, kissing and licking all the way down to her pussy. Erya slid two fingers gently into that tight passage, and blew on the girl's wet clit.

Jalisa moaned and shuddered at the cool sensations on the sensitive nub. Erya pushed her fingers deeper into the girl's soft pussy. She had few female clients, but she loved servicing them. Erya loved the supple curves, the soft flesh yielding as she probed, the hot feminine musk in her nose and on her tongue. She loved the slippery crevice between a girl's legs. She loved it as much as a man did. She understood perfectly why men would pay and pay and pay for the privilege of delving into that lovely, deep well. She would be happy to let them all have her pussy for no price whatsoever, but she did need to eat, and her master needed his coin. But at the moment, it was her turn. For now, this girl's pussy was hers.

"Relax," Erya quietly instructed. "This will hurt a tiny little bit, but you'll love it, I promise."

Jalisa was beyond words. Orgasm was too close, stalking her, teasing her mercilessly. She nodded her agreement. As far as she was concerned, the whore could do anything she liked to her.

Erya slowly fucked Jalisa with two fingers, massaging the inner walls of her pussy, and listening to her whimpering with pleasure. Gently, gradually, Erya added a third finger, then a fourth. Jalisa tensed at the multi-digit invasion, but Erya had been expecting it. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on the clit throbbing under her face.

Jalisa jumped and shouted her shock and surprise, and her pussy gripped Erya's fingers even tighter. But then the girl relaxed, eager for more. Erya nuzzled the pretty little bud, licking Jalisa on either side. Cautiously, she slipped her thumb into the tightly packed orifice. She pushed hard, demanding entrance, and sucked on Jalisa's clit.

A pussy was made to stretch, to allow passage of much larger objects than Erya's delicate hand. But Jalisa's inexperienced cunt had so far held nothing but her vicious husband's inadequate dick. Jalisa was wincing in pain as Erya forced her fingers two knuckles, then three knuckles deep, but she made no complaint and Erya was patient. Slowly, little by little, she pushed her whole hand into Jalisa's cunt. With a slick, slurping pop, Erya's wrist slipped through the tight pussy grip and her entire fist was buried in the girl's sex.

"Oh, that feels so strange," Jalisa moaned, looking down at Erya's arm disappearing into her body. "What are you doing in there?"

"Wiggling my fingers," Erya said, between licks of Jalisa's clit. Deep in Jalisa's pussy, she tickled and massaged the wet, spongy walls. She took the clit between her lips and hummed. The girl was thrusting against Erya's flicking tongue and the fist that was fucking her.

In the tiny part of her mind that was still capable of rational thought, Jalisa was thinking that her important, noble husband had nothing on this lowly whore. If Jalisa had to die, at least she had experienced this magnificent sex first.

Erya was sucking on her clit now, and pistoning her pussy with her fist. Jalisa lost all control as the orgasm hit. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. Her head twisted violently back and forth and her back arched. Tremors and spasms sized every muscle in her body. But she was aware of nothing but the ecstasy radiating from her clit, and the fist lodged deep in her cunt.

Erya kept up her pussy worship until Jalisa's orgasm started to subside. She pulled her hand free of the pussy that gripped her and licked the sexy, wet lips as Jalisa relaxed. She would be far too sensitive to keep up the contact on her clit right now.

Erya considered shoving two well-lubed fingers into Jalisa's virgin ass. She knew a way to bring a second orgasm quickly, and the girl certainly deserved all she could get before they executed her. But she'd had a better idea. Quickly, she got off the bed, ran to her clothes, and got three coins out of the pocket. She brought them back to the bed and put them in Jalisa's hand.

"Whatever you do, don't let go," she said.

Jalisa was too tired and sated to even wonder what this was about, but she followed orders. Erya climbed back on the bed, and crouched over Jalisa's face.

"I don't know if I can do this," the girl said. She had always refused her husband's requests for blowjobs. It was her right as a noble-born wife. She was even more squeamish about putting her mouth on a woman's opening.

But Erya gave her no choice, lowering her pussy onto the noblewoman's mouth and thrusting against her. And she felt Jalisa's tongue venture out to taste the female flesh. Erya had to give her credit for trying, even if there was no danger of orgasm from such an inexperienced tongue.

She took matters into her own hands. Erya pressed herself to Jalisa's face, grinding her clit against the girl's lips and nose. Jalisa was almost suffocating beneath her, but she was doing what she could to help Erya reach orgasm. It was a kind and thoughtful consideration for a noblewoman. Most of the aristocrats didn't care or notice whether the whore enjoyed the encounter. It was a blessing from the gods that Erya loved taking dick after dick after dick every single day and hour of her life. But Jalisa was about to die on the morrow and was still concerned with the pleasures of a lowly slave.

Erya made herself come, using Jalisa's face to masturbate herself. It was a slow and leisurely climax, not as intense as those brought on by a stiff cock plunging deep inside her. But sometimes, a lazy afternoon orgasm was just what a girl needed.

When she was done, she slowly got up off of Jalisa's face. Erya kissed the girl's wet lips, tasting her own arousal and the Prince's sperm. "Are you still holding the money?" she asked. Jalisa held out her clenched fist as evidence. Presumably, the coins were still in there.

Erya threw her tunic on. "Don't move," she warned Jalisa. "Keep holding those coins."

She left the room and ran to the first exam room where the Prince was still sleeping. The Constable Barpik was standing guard, making sure his Highness was not disturbed. But it was Erya's whore chamber still, and she had the right to enter.

She slipped inside and approached the bed. "Prince Ragon," she whispered.

Gently, she massaged his dick. "Prince Ragon," she called to him, a little louder.

He stirred in his sleep. He was having the sweet dreams of a newly-studded man. It wasn't generally healthy to disturb those dreams, unless it was done by the woman he'd bedded. Erya carefully stroked him and called his name until his eyes opened.

The Prince looked at the whore and smiled. She'd given him one of the greatest experiences in his life. He felt love and gratitude toward her. Erya knew they were temporary emotions, an infatuation brought on by pussy and orgasm. But for the moment, she needed that connection.

"Please get up, Your Highness," Erya begged. "I need you to do me a favor."

The words, "I need," again did their magic. The Prince was up on his feet and wearing a robe in under five seconds.

Erya led the Prince out of the first exam room and into the second. She beckoned for Barpik to come along. She had a plan. The Prince was going to be merciful.

Jalisa sat up on the bed and tried to conceal her nudity as the Prince and the Constable entered the room behind Erya. But Erya had no patience for modesty. "Stand up," she ordered the girl. "Hurry!"

Three confused faces watched Erya as the naked girl came off the bed and stood before them, red-faced and shivering.

"Prince Ragon," Erya began. "You have the authority of a judge, do you not?"

He started to deny it, but he was a man now. He knew the delights of a woman's body. He could now exercise all the power of his position as Prince. "Yes," he answered, delighted to feel his new privileges.

"My friend Jalisa here has been convicted of a crime and is set to die tomorrow."

The Prince shook his head, sorrowfully giving Erya the bad news. "I cannot overrule a standing judgment," he informed her. He was sorely regretful that he had to crush her hopes.

But Erya knew the law, and her plans were not what the Prince believed. "Constable," she said, "Please examine the lips of the condemned."

Barpik did as she suggested. "Her lips are puffy and swollen. They are wet with female arousal. The girl has very recently given oral pleasure to another woman's genitals."

Jalisa blushed even redder and hung her head. But that was precisely what Erya had wanted to be revealed. "Jalisa, show the Prince and the Constable what you have in your hand."

The girl showed the coins to the confused men.

"A condemned criminal is not allowed money for fear she will bribe a guard into releasing her," Erya reminded the authorities. "She did not have this money when she arrived here."

The men looked at each other in confusion. The money would do her little good at this point. Neither the Constable nor the Prince were likely to take a bribe of only three coins.

"I gave her the money," Erya said. "I paid her to eat my pussy."

The Constable tumbled to Erya's plan. It was clever, and would probably work. But it might cause her to fail this test. The Prince was still scowling in bewilderment.

"Prince Ragon," Erya said in a formal tone. "I accuse this woman of being a whore. She has taken money to perform a sexual act. It is your duty and province to revoke her noble appointment and strip her of her citizenship."

And then the Prince got it. Barely able to conceal his grin, he faced the naked, trembling woman. "Jalisa Upiton, your marriage is hereby dissolved. The rights and privileges of the nobility are no longer yours to enjoy. I revoke your citizenship permanently. I name you Whore Jalisa. No longer are you entitled to safe escort through the streets or the protection of any man or family. From this day forward, you are responsible for your own welfare."

Confused, Jalisa turned to Erya, who explained. "You're a whore now. You cannot legally be married, nor can you be charged with adultery. A whore cannot cheat on a husband. You cannot be executed for cheating on the Baron."

Jalisa fell to the floor, weeping her joy and gratitude. The Prince and the Constable stared down at her, and stole glances at the whore who had manipulated all of them.

Barpik further enlightened Jalisa as to her new status. "You can walk down any city street without a male escort. You have to use the servant's entrance, but you can go into any shop and public building. You now have to earn your room and board. But you are not a slave. You have total independence. I would imagine any brothel would take you on immediately. A former noblewoman would fetch a good bedding price."