Martial court of Kamigata Chapter 5: The Assassin’s Total Exposure

The atmosphere in the Hall of the Heavenly Throne had become almost feverish. Four proud warriors had already been humbled. Now the court leaned forward with dark anticipation as the fifth prisoner was called.
“Purnama,” Queen Elandria commanded. “Step forward.”
Purnama rose with the silent, predatory grace of a shadow. As a “Chotee” — a secret agent specialized in assassination missions — she was one of the most dangerous women in the Kamigata. Her body was lean and athletic, built for stealth and silent kills. But her most striking feature was her hair.
It was jet-black, exceptionally long and thick, styled in a single, massive braid that hung down her back like a lethal whip, reaching well past her hips. The braid was so heavy and glossy it swayed like living silk with every movement. For an assassin, this length was both a mark of elite status and a carefully maintained weapon — often used to distract or even strangle in close quarters.
Purnama knelt, her expression cold and defiant.
The Queen’s smile was sharp. “Strip her. Completely.”
Five young male consorts — all handsome teenagers — stepped forward at the Queen’s command. With practiced hands, they removed Purnama’s uniform piece by piece until she knelt completely naked before the entire court. Her toned, battle-scarred body was fully exposed under the crystal light.
Then came the razors.
Mistress Veyra handed the pisau cukur to the young consorts. They began shaving every trace of body hair from Purnama’s form — starting with her long, sculpted legs, moving to her arms, her underarms, and then her chest. The cold blades scraped slowly and methodically over her skin.
When they reached the sensitive area between her thighs, Purnama’s breathing grew ragged. The relentless scraping, the humiliation, the hundreds of eyes watching her — it was too much. Her body suddenly convulsed as a powerful, unwilling orgasm ripped through her. She cried out sharply, hips bucking as waves of shameful pleasure overwhelmed her. The court watched in stunned, aroused silence as the proud assassin trembled and gasped, her juices glistening on her newly shaved mound.
Before she could fully recover, the Queen gave another order.
“Position her for the final cut.”
Purnama was forced down into a deep bow of submission — forehead pressed to the cold marble, her massive braid stretched out straight in front of her like an offering. One of the young consorts held the thick, heavy braid taut, pulling it forward.
Mistress Veyra raised a sharp ceremonial sword.
With a single, powerful swing — SWOOSH — the blade came down at the very base of the braid, right against Purnama’s scalp. The heavy black plait was severed cleanly. The long, thick braid fell heavily onto the floor with a soft thud, still perfectly intact.
What remained on Purnama’s head was a short, blunt cut barely reaching her shoulders — “pendek sepundak.” Her head now felt shockingly light, her neck completely exposed.
The once-fearsome assassin remained bowed, naked, fully shaved from head to toe, trembling from the aftershocks of her humiliating climax, her severed braid lying before her like a fallen serpent.
Queen Elandria’s voice echoed through the hall.
“Five crowns have fallen. Only one remains.”

+2