The Interview Pt 03 2

Hannah's training commenced after a light breakfast of fruit and yogurt. Though her stomach protested, she knew it was to keep her in the best shape possible, as well as half empty; no one appreciated stomach contents during a rough throat fucking. She prayed she wouldn't have to endure such a thing just yet.

The big man had dressed her in a sundress, sloping at the neck and angled off the shoulders, and was approaching with something suspiciously familiar. Metal glinted beneath the room's dim light. Leather creaked. He wrapped a length of silver links about his hand, fiddling them distractedly as he sized her up.

"Hmmm."

Clink.

Clink.

Hannah hesitated beneath the unyielding stare. Her heart pounded, and she licked her lips.

"M-Master, what do you have planned for m-me?"

The clinking stopped.

Hannah's breath hitched in fear of what sort of punishment her outburst had incited. Why had she spoken out of turn? Her eyes squeezed shut. When she dared to peek, he was frowning at her. Abruptly he turned and placed the chains on a metal shelf, choosing a lengthier item instead.

"Since my slut is so outspoken,"

He held the chain up for inspection,

"I think I will use this one."

When he noticed the girl's panicked expression, he grinned like a feral cat.

"Oh, don't worry, Aurora. I think you will quite enjoy this test."

He leaned forward and whispered close to her ear,

"A test of loyalty."

Hannah quaked, having no clue what this loyalty might entail. She followed the Master from the dim room and down into the living room. When they approached the front door, she raised her brows in surprise.

"This test requires a more.. discreet location," the Master said, handing Hannah her shoes. Nimbly she slipped them on, but was surprised yet again when Gray Eyes appeared through the door and held it out for her. She glanced questioningly at the older man.

He simply tapped a finger to his lips and gestured for her to follow his assistant.

They walked out to a nice car, which he opened like a true gentleman. More than a little confused, Hannah slid into the passenger's seat, overwhelmed with the silly feeling of being taken on a date. This would be no date. Though to any passerby, that's what they'd see. An unassuming man treating his girl.

They made a surprisingly short drive through an industrial area of the city, and through an alley of warehouses. Hannah's confusion piqued when Gray Eyes steered the car into a particularly shadowed alley and switched off the engine. Nothing but warehouses surrounded them. A cold feeling of dread crept along her spine as he sat coolly regarding her. When she didn't move, he quirked a brow.

"Oh," she stammered. "Y-you want me to get out? O-okay.."

The chrome handle was cool to the touch as she popped open the door and gingerly stepped onto the empty street. Shadows dappled the eerily silent space. There were no other vehicles or people in sight and it seemed a superb spot for a mugging. Gray Eyes closed his door, whisper-quiet, and headed directly for the nearest warehouse. Hannah followed, heels clicking.

They passed over a dark threshold, down an ominous corridor, and rounded a bend into an open space generously lit by soft lighting. The contrast was so sudden that she blinked rapidly until her pupils adjusted. The room was huge, partially blocked off by erected walls, like from a stage set. Gray concrete bordered a large square mat of dark blue tarp. Directly in its center protruded a metal ring from a hole in the tarp, and if she glanced up, another was twisted securely into the low ceiling.

Before she had time to process this Hannah was directed toward the center to stand over the metal loop. That cold dread now seeped into her skin and she fought the urge to rub at the goosebumps. Then across from them appeared her Master. A long metal chain of fine links twisted round his hands,

clink clink clink

, eyes glinting, a shadow of a smile on those full lips.

Pleased.

"W-what--"

"Before you incriminate yourself even more, as much as I'd enjoy it, you must wait for your time to speak."

Hannah clamped her open mouth shut. Master jangled the chain a few more times before approaching slowly. He towered over Hannah, who visibly quaked, her scrambling mind quickly putting together the pieces of those metal rings and the silver in the Master's hands. Calmly he reached up to fasten them to the ring above her head, letting the end dangle in front of her face. It reached to the top of her head. He fastened the other chain to the floor loop, which protruded at her ankles.

Hannah closed her eyes and breathed down the panic as they were secured in black leather, then her arms were raised and leather encased her wrists. She stood suspended between the two, unable to move save for slight swinging motions from side to side. Master gazed into her wide eyes, placed a gentle kiss upon her nose, then fastened a thick leather collar about her neck. She gulped at the audible

click

as it, too, was secured to the ceiling ring.

The big man stepped back to assess his work, nodding. Then he caught her gaze and smiled. At that moment two men filed into the warehouse. As he began to speak, more followed. All of varying heights and colors, all clad only in black briefs. The Master's voice rumbled with premonition.

"Unlike your first two tests, Aurora, you will have a choice. You will obey your Master by allowing whatever these men wish to do with you, or you can refuse and obey yourself."

Men continued to file in, forming a sort of circle around the perimeter of the mat.

"You can stop at any time. All you need do is say 'red' and all will be over. Your contract will be shredded and you will be discharged immediately with no further incidence. Or,"

Hannah watched, panic-stricken, as enough men to form a complete circle around her restrained body spilled through the corridor and onto the tarp. Shaking, she turned robotically back to the big man before her.

"Or, you can fulfill your very yearnings by staying true to me and remain silent until they have finished. The choice is yours."

The men were now taking hands to crotches, the sound of friction against cloth filling the empty space. They circled around behind her Master but she refused to look at them, too frightened to glimpse the thoughts so plainly outlined in their expressions, keeping her stare locked on the only man in the room whom she trusted.

Her choice. She had a choice. This new weight settled on her shoulders as the circle began to tighten, and the Master neatly stepped behind its closing lines, his stormy eyes never leaving hers.

The world became a blur of faces. Young. Old. Handsome. Plain. Some lighter, some darker, smooth-shaven and others bushed. All leering down at her. All here for her. Moans. Chuckles. Friction. All filling her head, yet only one word rang in her ears.

"Kneel."

Numbly Hannah sank to her knees. The chain above rattled with her. She stared at the forest of bodies, lithe and stocky, soft and hard. Hands, hands everywhere, rubbing, rubbing, making her dizzy. She blinked and gone were the black fabrics, nothing but skin on skin now, the slick sounds crawling over her exposed flesh. The circle tightened, bared teeth and twinkling irises..

This could all be gone.. Everything could disappear.. Just one word...

The faces cleared and a pair of brooding irises snatched her from her mind. Those. Those were all that mattered. None of this, none of these lechers, none of the moans or jerks or hot spurts of release, mattered. Only him. Only her.

Only the freedom to live out her darkest desires.

She yelped as a burst of sticky heat sprayed the left side of her face, followed by a loud curse. Feet slid over plastic, then another thick length stole her view. This one girthy and tanned, dripping beads of sap as the calloused hand pumped it furiously, its owner grunting like a beast. Hannah watched, fascinated, as its wrinkled folds encased and revealed the bulbous shaft. Something wet splattered the back of her head, but she kept her eyes on this cock, hidden and exposed, hidden and exposed.

The man grumbled a throaty roar and a thick white discharge engulfed her vision right before the hot mess stole it completely. She cringed against the sting, blinking desperately as it congealed along her lashes and nose, and only then did she realize she'd been writhing in her cuffs. A blazing spurt covered the right side of her cheek and ear and she yelped, twisting away only to be met by an onslaught from a fat brown dick.

A strangled sound escaped, chains rattling.

One word.. Obey yourself..

Whimpering, she blinked through the seed, feeling the heavy loads from all sides, and caught the steady gaze in the distance. There and gone, blocked by creamy thighs and reddened wrinkled flesh. But it was enough.

Stay true to me.

An explosion of steaming cum. Musk invaded her sinuses.

Stay true to you.

Gobs of stringy mucus spiderwebbed her hair and forehead. She nearly cried out.

Fulfill your very yearnings.

Every inch of skin was coated in steaming strangers' cum. It seeped through to her scalp. It oozed between her toes, her cleavage, soaked into her panties. Overpowered every single sense until the musky heat of discharge was all she knew. Her face felt caked with too much moisturizer that dried and cracked in a thick sticky film. She was thoroughly saturated.

And yet she felt the warmth of arousal pool low in her belly, sliding south until the mens' releases weren't the only thing soaking her underwear. At each slick spurt, that warmth pulsed until she felt high on humiliation.

It took her a moment to hear her own heavy panting, to realize the wet sound of soles slapping against tarp were receding. Gasping, coughing, Hannah finally looked up. There was her master, watching her from within the dwindling crowd of asses and limp cocks, with a pleased grin and piercing eyes. Slowly he approached as she spat and shook her head, mortified he had to see her like this. Gingerly he bent low, cleared her eyes of goop with his thumbs, then..

Then grabbed hold of his own hard cock.

Hannah gaped. She was already soaked through! He wanted to add more? One look at his face demanded her loyalty, her submission. Her trust. Reluctantly she tilted her chin toward his belly, his fingers raking through her damp locks with a crooning murmur of appreciation. His heavy sack bobbed inches from her nose as he stroked, the fleshy folds massaging over his bulbous tip until it glistened with its own juices. It nudged against her lips and she whimpered but parted for him, sucking the tip gently, earning a satisfactory sigh from above.

"Ahh, yes, there's a good little girl, there's my dirty princess," he sighed deeply, rocking his hips, nudging the tip of her nose with those large balls. His shaft smacked against her forehead, rubbing with his hand in the mess. Hannah grew heady with his scent and poked out her tongue to graze those balls. He hissed out a breath and pumped faster.

"Ah yes, fuck I'm cumming, you're making your master cum! Fuck!"

With a grunt he reared back and spurted a load of hot cum onto his star. It washed down her face, a warm flood overflowing the circle of mens', cleansing her, utterly owning her. Hannah slumped against the cuffs, completely spent, slime dripping from her chin and cheeks and nose. It ran down her throat and filmed over her breasts. Dress fabric wet and clinging, panties soaked from her own filthy arousal.

Used entirely.

Eyes sealed shut, she felt his finger lift her chin, purring from the sight of such a good little cum slut. His breath fanned her coated cheek. A whisper.

"You will receive your reward, Aurora. The test is passed."

Numbly she recalled the chains being undone, her body being lifted, her face toweled off. Then she was airborne, carried, and placed beneath the stream of a fresh warm shower. Someone rinsed and rinsed her hair, her skin, until it shone from beneath the filth, and the sweet scent of citrus cleansed her senses. Slowly she opened her eyes, her vision bleary from water and soap. Blinking, she noted the foggy outline of a large torso and massaging fingers, before drifting back into darkness.

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Hannah woke with a start.

At first she didn't recognize the white walls, the lack of peach curtains her mother had hung not five days ago. Where was her dresser? What happened to the hook on the back of the door? She glanced down at herself, clad in nothing but a satin slip, and it all came crashing back.

The master. The interview. The contract.

The

tests.

Blood filled her cheeks. She pressed the backs of her hands to them, suddenly overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment. Flashes of memory made her gasp. The citrusy scent of the shampoo lingered in her hair and she remembered the shower.. as well as the test that had required such cleansing.

The Master must have bathed her himself.

She sank back with a moan. Had her life really come down to this? She couldn't say she hated her new situation, it simply wasn't what she'd expected.

What did you expect?

Hannah swung her feet to the floor. At least there were no restraints last night. He seemed to have given Hannah her space. Perhaps

that

was her reward: privacy.

Breakfast was already set as she sat down to eat the same helping of fruit and yogurt. Another light meal. She wondered if they'd all be like this as her stomach growled. What she wouldn't give for a pizza right now! A sound made her glance toward the foyer and she startled when Gray Eyes rounded the corner.

For a moment they stared at each other; Hannah with a strawberry halfway to her lips; Grey Eyes with a load of garment bags. He broke the silence with a clearing of his throat.

"The master has required you wear these from now on." He draped the bags over the sofa.

Hannah chewed her lip. What might be in them, stripper outfits? Leather bodysuits?

"Um, did he say anything else?"

Gray Eyes shook his head almost imperceptibly. He didn't answer. Just.. stood there, watching her finish off the berry. Hannah felt squirmy and faced away from the assistant.

"I-I'll take them to my room."

Without a word he turned to leave, then stopped. Faced forward again, creases along his forehead. When he spoke, it was hardly above a whisper.

"I know the master can be trying at times. His techniques are.. unique."

Hannah blanched. This man had never so much as twitched a lip at her, and now he was confiding, reassuring?

He frowned at her expression, then straightened. That familiar coldness hardened his gaze and he nodded brusquely.

"Right. See to it. He's not used to being disappointed."

Then he turned sharply and left.