She came out of her musings, to cross eyes with an ex of hers. When the man recognized her, he made his way up to her cage. Mileena looked everywhere but at him. She had always felt proud about being hard to get. She only had three boyfriends in her entire life, and only two of them had access to her whole body. But now, all three of his exes, plus past employers, old geezers from the town, and all kinds of men and women, could see her naked. She squeezed her legs together, to hide her genitals, but that only pressed her flesh against her clit. She squirmed, realizing her body was hyper sensitive to touch.
She leaned against the cage, observing her fellow candidates. A woman had peed herself, and was crying while a crowd laughed at her. Her eyes widened in realization. Her body wasn't reacting in strange ways to the mortification. She was getting aroused because of the shame. And that was, probably, what the cardiotarian was looking for. That woman who was crying in genuine suffering, was most likely going to fail this first trial. She held her tits in her hands, to cover her nipples, and stood up with defiance all over her facial features. She would endure the comments and prodding, and accept that her mind was more perverted than she had anticipated.
Her determination to pass this test through sheer endurance didn't work out exactly as planned. By the end of the exhibition, she was curled up in a corner of the cage. Each centimeter of her body had been seen by hundreds of citizens. She had been fondled, caressed, called mean names, and praised. She went from her proud stance to curling up in a ball with the passing hours. Her mind pulled in different directions, in the dichotomy of wanting to disappear, and enjoying having so much attention focused on her for once. Her pussy was dripping wet, forming a small puddle beneath her butt cheeks. Her hands twitched, as she refrained from touching herself, both wanting and terrified of masturbating, and attracting even more attention.
She raised her head when she heard the heavy doors being pushed open. Looking behind her, a servant was inviting the villagers to go inside the manor. Mileena lost her balance and clawed at her cage's bars when she was suddenly lifted. Her eyes widened at the two amazonian women who had appeared next to her. They wore barely anything; just gold nipple covers, and golden chains around their hips, with loincloths hanging from the front. Scanning her surroundings, she saw many of the other prospects were being carried too. They were brought through the manor's main entrance into its biggest room. Most of the year unoccupied by its Lord, the townsfolk used it for religious purposes. But now the altar had been disassembled, a long dining table taking its place, and on the other side of it, a palanquin set on a size appropriate pedestal, and at its sides were several ornamented chairs, occupied by the members of Lord Durante's retinue. Butterflies fluttered in Mileena's stomach, as she realized who was inside that palanquin.
The citizens sat on the pews, far away from the long buffet table, and this one was decorated with an intricate fabric ending in hand knit lace, but there were no plates, no cutlery, or anything on it. Milena held onto the bars of her cage, as she saw the first woman being freed from hers, only to be instructed to climb onto the table. One by one, the candidates settled on the table. The public could only see their backs, but that, and all the acts and noises that were to come, were enough for them. Mileena got out of her cage and onto the table. To her horror, she was directly in front of the palanquin. She couldn't even make out the Lord's silhouette through the fabrics. But as she settled, spreading her legs towards the retinue, she felt exposed and observed.
The herald stepped into view, turning both towards the retinue and the public as she spoke, but addressing the exhibited women. "Female candidates to Lord Durante's army of pleasure. If you're here, that means you're aroused. You had your modesty ripped away from you, and you felt embarrassed about it, but secretly liked it." The tone the herald used, and the way she looked at them, made Mileena wonder if this was part of the trial, or if that woman really thought lowly of them. Either way, it filled her with shame and anticipation in equal amounts.
"Some of you have sneaked a touch or two. The others didn't dare touch yourselves in public. Well..." The herald swirled on her heel, theatrically waving her arm at the retinue. "Now, giving a spectacle is in order. Touch yourselves! Let our distinguished guests see you at your most intimate, primal state! Revel in those mixed feelings being humiliated filled you with; surrender your pussies and hearts to Lord Durante!"
A few of the women started touching themselves as soon as they were given permission. Mileena's breathing was heavy, but she hesitated. Of course, she played with herself regularly, like most adults did. But it had always been a private affair. Two fingers slid over her outer lips. She was soaking wet. She pushed her fingers in, to coat them in her juices, and traced circles over her clit. Her legs trembled, as pleasure shot up inside her. She had this feeling in the back of her mind, of having been caught masturbating. It was mortifying. But she had no chances of escaping, and that only made it so much hotter.
If she had a man on top of her, she'd like to have him playing with her breasts, so she grabbed her left tit, massaging it as she kept touching her clit. She moaned and bit her lip. She was low-key scared of the sensations she was experimenting, because she was about to pee herself, and she had been humiliated enough. She didn't need to add peeing in front of the Lord cardiotarian to feel like she wanted the earth to swallow her. They had to give a spectacle though, so she kept going. She begged in her mind to not pee, but as her pleasure heightened, so did her need to go to the bathroom. 'Please don't pee. Please don't pee. Please don't pee!' she thought over and over, as she drove herself over the edge. She came with a loud moan, squirting a transparent liquid that made a mess on the table and floor, a few beads of it dropping on the curtains of the palanquin.
She collapsed on the table. Many of the candidates had several orgasms under their sleeve. But whenever Mileena tried to keep touching herself, she was so sensitive, she felt a painful pang that sent chills all over her body. She rested on the table, breathing heavily, thankful that the herald wasn't forcing her to masturbate again. Eventually the show came to a conclusion. None of the women were able to go on. The retinue cheered at the candidate who had lasted longer, but Lord Durante gave no signals of having a preference over any of them, the palanquin remaining with its curtains closed during this part of the trial.
The women were taken to the cells where they would be sleeping. 'Cells' was just a way to call them, because they were an arcade that gave way to small, square rooms that looked all the same, and consisted only of a bed, and a jug of water. They weren't behind bars, and while they were being watched by guards, they had permission to use the manor's public bathroom whenever they wanted.
Mileena lied down, tired as if she had been on reaping duty for three days without rest. She didn't know if that was because of the trials themselves, or if Lord Durante had been feeding on them while they masturbated. Whatever the case, she went to sleep with a relaxed smile. She was relieved that she had made it into the next trial.
The following day, Mileena woke up to a servant's gentle voice. She stretched her arms and yawned, then looked at the woman; she was a kind looking individual, around her forties, wearing a gray nun uniform with a neckline that showed off the fact that her breasts were still tight and in place. She yawned again, before saying, "Thanks, I thought we were going to get woken up with a bucket of cold water."
