CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Weeks earlier
It all began when Bru’s Daughter confided in another Girl – whose identity we shall not reveal for the time being – and told her about some of her experiences.
This Girl found it hard to believe that what Bru’s Daughter had told her was true.
So she decided to find out for herself. She contacted the Queens she knew and asked them about their current activities.
The Queens, initially reluctant, did not tell her much, except that there were groups – trios already formed – in which, very soon, the Queens themselves would appoint the future New Queens.
She did not understand much, but wanted to find out more. She asked to be present during some practical demonstrations in one of the training courses that had already begun.
The Queens allowed her to observe from outside a group that had just started attending one of the ongoing courses, putting the first teaching basics into practice.
She witnessed this scene: two women kissing the breasts of another woman who was seated with her legs spread wide open, as if ready to have her pussy kissed too, which was on full display.
Of course, it was a different group, not the one we know, in which the New Queens had already been trained.
The girl was shocked by what she had seen; she didn’t understand what this whole performance was all about. She stormed off, slamming the door behind her: ‘They’re mad,’ she said to herself…
Then she returned to Bru’s Daughter and asked her for further explanations: “But what on earth was that madness I saw?”
Bru’s Daughter regretted having told her about some of her experiences during that first meeting; even though she had ‘toned them down’ considerably, she had omitted a great many things that would have seemed rather embarrassing to this Girl.
But this time she was forced to say more. Among other things, the Girl was unaware of the identities of the individuals—those already part of the Group and to whom she was offering her Support. And those identities were well known to the Girl.
So she cobbled together a string of nonsense to throw her off the scent. But the Girl wasn’t taken in. She knew he was lying, he was leaving out the truth.
Then she made up her mind to say something.
Bru’s Daughter: “It was by chance that I saw what was happening. And I was in a place you know (Bru’s Daughter’s house); in fact, I behaved just as you did – I went to see the ‘elusive Queens’ who kindly explained to me and showed me the topics covered in those courses.
At first I was shocked, just like you, and I was about to leave, but I stopped short when I saw someone I knew and whom, ‘in those specific circumstances’, I would have liked to get to know. So they proposed to me – or rather, the Queen-in-Chief proposed to me – a sort of trap into which I would ‘lure’ the people who had, up to that point, been hiding the truth from me. Using this trap, I would contact the person I was interested in to get to know them much more closely.
The Girl still didn’t understand.
Bru’s Daughter then suggested that she observe – but without being seen – the Group she was attending. However, she warned her: this experience would change her forever.
So, she asked the Queens if the Girl could take part in a Session, purely as a spectator.
The Queens, seeing the Girl’s immaturity – even though she was twenty-eight – were initially reluctant, but then decided to contact her beforehand to help her cope with any potential shock.
They informed her that what she was about to see would leave her feeling rather fragile and that for days, perhaps even weeks, the images she witnessed would linger in her mind, because she would learn a Truth that she would find difficult to accept.
The young woman became even more frightened. She didn’t know what to do – whether to go ahead or not.
So, Bru’s Daughter encouraged her: “Look, in the end you might actually enjoy it, I assure you; you just have to get past that initial shock.”
In short, she eventually agreed to attend as an unseen spectator.
She sat behind a glass panel, on a raised platform, facing a large hall.
Two women came from the back of the hall, along with a man, and they approached the centre, drawing closer to the platform. At first, the girl couldn’t make out the faces and bodies as they advanced; some of them were half-naked. Then she focused more clearly and was stunned: there were her aunt, her mother and Erm, whom she knew very well.
She froze in her chair, her face turning red. She was on the verge of fainting. The Queens came to her aid. They brought her some spiced smelling salts to revive her.
When she had recovered, they asked her if she wanted to go home. Bio’s Daughter: “No, I don’t want to go home.”
They gave her something to drink – a soothing herbal tea. She slowly came round.
The Girl was Bio’s Daughter. And we can only call her: Bio’s Daughter.
Bio’s Daughter: “What do I do now? I don’t know how to behave with my mother. I didn’t know… I mean, I knew she often went out with my aunt, but I didn’t know what they were up to.”
The Queen-in-Chief: “Your father already knows everything, even if he isn’t involved; they kept you in the dark to protect your upbringing, even though you’ve long since left your teenage years behind.”
Bio’s Daughter: “I’m absolutely shocked; even my cousin knew everything…”
Queen-in-Chief: “Now do you understand why she didn’t want to tell you the truth?”
Bio’s Daughter: “Yes, I understand now. In fact, I wasn’t expecting all this chaos.”
Queen-in-Chief: “At this point, it would be best if you all held a meeting here, in this room, and talked amongst yourselves.”
Bio’s Daughter: “I’m ashamed; I don’t want to talk to them about what they do…”
Queen-in-Chief: “A direct question, no beating about the bush: do you masturbate?”
Bio’s Daughter: “I… I… I don’t want to answer that.”
Queen-in-Chief: “So you do masturbate, and you enjoy it, don’t you?”
Bio’s Daughter: “I don’t want to talk to you…”
Queen-in-Chief: “You enjoy it… well… they enjoy it too, but don’t think that making this choice was a walk in the park for them – especially your mother; she struggled with herself to accept a path like this. Then she realised that pleasure is something that can and must always be shared. What’s more, she realised she hadn’t found anything vulgar about it. Of course, it’s not something you can shout from the rooftops; there are inner struggles that tear us apart, that make us think, ‘But what on earth are we doing?’ The upbringing we’ve had doesn’t allow us to live out our desires with the freedom that might make us more mentally flexible. But on the other hand, whatever you choose, you have to feel that you’re choosing it; otherwise, there’s no point in forcing it, or forcing yourself.”
Bio’s daughter: “You… you speak well, but my inner resistance is enormous; I don’t know if I could accept, as you say, this path… I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do,” and she fell asleep.
The Queen-in-Chief informed Bio, Bru and Erm of what had happened. Bio was dismayed; she accused the Queen-in-Chief of having deceived her, but then realised that it had been her daughter who had wanted to know that truth at all costs. They took Bio’s Daughter home. The next morning, when she woke up in her bed, it seemed to her as though she’d dreamt it all, that perhaps nothing had happened at all.
Bio made her breakfast and her daughter watched her out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t speak. They spent days in silence. Sometimes, when she felt the need to experience pleasure, she thought of the Queen-in-Chief when she’d cheekily asked her if she ‘m.ted’ (masturbated): she couldn’t bring herself to think of the whole word.
This question kept running through her head. Then she turned to her mother: ‘Mum, will you tell me what you do?’, and tears streamed down her face.
Bio: “I’m sorry, I should have been the one to tell you first, but you wanted to know, you just had to know, and now…”
Bio’s Daughter: “I’ve seen things that are terrible to me, especially coming from you. I didn’t think you’d be capable of doing things like that, and anyway, why? What for?”
Bio: “I thought the same as you at first, but then I realised that something had broken inside me; in fact, a breach had opened up – a raging river that had been trapped inside me for so long.”
Bio’s Daughter: “Oh my God, but this is another world, a world turned upside down. No way?!… You’ve all gone mad…”
Bio didn’t react; she said nothing more. Relations between them remained strained for a long time. She couldn’t even bring herself to say anything to her father. Even her relationship with Bru’s Daughter grew cold.
Then, one day, she met Erm. And suddenly her face flushed. He’d come with his aunt to go out with her mother. She remembered him naked in that room. And so, whilst Erm waited in the sitting room, Bio’s Daughter approached him and asked: “Did you make love to my mother?”
Erm: “No, we didn’t do that, we just met…”
Bio’s Daughter: “Yeah, I can just imagine how you met,” in a scathing, hate-filled tone
Erm: “No, it’s not like that… as you think”
Bio’s Daughter: “And what do you think I’m thinking?” in the same tone as before
Erm: “I love you, in the purest sense, believe me”
When he said those words, she suddenly felt calm; she felt as though he were holding her in his arms.
Bio’s Daughter: “But would you do those things you did with them to me as well?”
Erm: “It depends on how much you’d feel like doing them.”
This answer took her aback. And she wondered if she’d feel like doing anything with him. And the answer, strangely, felt affirmative. “How could that be? Have I gone mad too?” she asked herself.
When all three of them had left, Bio’s Daughter rushed to ring Bru’s Daughter, asking her to accompany her to the Headquarters where the three of them were to meet, but she was careful to tell her that the others mustn’t know anything. Bru’s Daughter arrived and, together with Bio’s Daughter, they headed for the Headquarters.
Bru’s Daughter: “Have you decided to take part?”
Bio’s Daughter: “Shut up, I’m not supposed to be talking to you, and I haven’t decided anything at all – I just want to see, and you mustn’t say a word, OK?”
Bru’s Daughter: “OK, OK, I’ll keep quiet…”
The Queen-in-Chief welcomed Bio’s Daughter with a smile and set up a workstation for her, still behind the glass partition. Bru’s Daughter had warned the Queen-in-Chief that the three of them in the Hall must under no circumstances know anything about Bio’s Daughter ’s presence.
They were on the Seventh Session: the insertion of the Penis into the Vagina, followed by its withdrawal and reinsertion with a condom.
The whole sequence, as it unfolded, struck her as very strange indeed. It felt as though they were rehearsing a scene from a film.
Meanwhile, they offered her tea and crisps. It all seemed perfectly normal. Bru’s Daughter would occasionally turn her face towards Bio’s Daughter to observe her, to gauge her emotions.
She seemed calm; she didn’t show any particular emotions. Sometimes, however, she would lift her skirt and spread her legs, and she would think, think, think.
Then, distracted from her thoughts, she turned to Bru’s Daughter: “But have you done it with him?”
Bru’s Daughter: “What do you mean? What did I do?”
Bio’s Daughter: “Love…”
Bru’s Daughter: “He couldn’t touch me, not anywhere on my body. Just for a laugh once, in front of everyone, I grabbed his C. … (Cock)”
Bio’s Daughter: “I get it, I get it,” she hastened to interject, “you don’t need to say the whole word.”
Bio stopped her from finishing the word by covering her mouth,
“…and I put it in my mouth, but only for a moment, and then I took it from behind, in my ‘ar.’ (arse) once again Bio’s Daughter ’s hands covered Bru’s Daughter’s mouth.
Bio’s Daughter: “Is he ‘C.me.’ (came) inside you?”
Bru-Daughter: “Yes…”
Bio’s Daughter: “I don’t know, I’m going mad hearing these things… but according to your rules, could I take it in the same way you did, without taking part in the course?”
Bru’s Daughter: Of course, there are no restrictions when it comes to the bum or the backside
Bio’s Daughter: “All right, all right… so can you tell the Queen-in-Chief that I’d like to have the same experience as you, but without any of them knowing anything about it – not even Erm himself? Is that possible?”
Bru’s Daughter: “Yes, of course, it’s possible – as long as you come with your head covered, not even he would know anything. Do you want to speak to the Queen-in-Chief yourself?”
Bio’s Daughter: “No, I’m too embarrassed.”
After Bru’s Daughter had spoken to the Queen-in-Chief, she returned and told her that the Queens would arrange a meeting for her on those terms.
Bio’s Daughter: “For now, could you take me home?”
Bru’s Daughter: “Of course,” and she walked her home.
END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN
