Audition
986 Words
NASTIA
When he awoke, it wasn’t just me staring at him. Everyone held hostage gathered around, waiting, watching, listening to what he had to say.
But, me? I was lost - lost in lust.
The pink tip of his thick p***s lay softly against his lap, taunting me, calling out to me. I inhaled sharply. My mind spun. All I could think about was him. His body, his touch, his heat. I wanted him.
The ship rocked. A violent jolt snapped me back to reality.
Then, he finally spoke.
“I have a plan. We…”
The words barely left his lips when the door slammed open.
“Move it!” a voice thundered.
Heavy boots thudded against the wooden floor as we filed out, one after the other. Each of us allowed to walk on our own. A glance at the others sent a sick chill through me. A fair mix of men and women. Same age range. Athletic builds. No elders.
This wasn’t random.
My throat tightened.
We were selected. Chosen.
Looking further ahead in the distance, I saw it.
The castle loomed in the distance. The mafia boss’ domain. The infamous budynok - The Vronik House of Tests.
My stomach tightened.
No.
It was true…
We weren’t brought here for servitude; we were being tested – auditioned to serve in the courts of the cartel, to pleasure the lords, and to generate profit for the mafia empire by exchanging s*x for money. This was the s*x Games.
My blood turned cold.
A great fear took over me. The thought of failing the audition terrified me. Passing it was my chance… my only chance to get my revenge. The only opportunity to get close to Vronik himself.
Nothing else mattered. I had to pass that audition. I had to be noticed. I had to do whatever got me closer to Vronik.
I stood in line, my pulse pounding in my ears as we were being inspected.
"Choose your audition," a voice commanded, breaking the silence.
I lifted my chin, locking eyes with the evaluator. I knew my next words would cause a scene but I didn’t care.
"Tie me to the post," I said, pointing at the pole by the corner, voice steady.
The camp roared with murmurs. Everyone stood in disbelief. Every gaze turned to me - some curious, others horrified. Even the evaluators, usually stone-faced, exchanged uncertain glances. No one had ever made that choice before. No one had ever dared.
Then hands seized me. Strong, unyielding as they stretched my arms above my head, bounding them tightly to the pole with a leather belt.
My legs forced apart just enough to render me utterly exposed. My breath came fast, but not from fear. I kept my eyes fixed on the corridor, waiting. Watching.
Then I saw him.
Vronik.
A rush of cold fury rippled through me. My heart pounded so violently I thought they’d hear it. But I didn't flinch. Not yet. If I wanted my revenge, I had to survive this. I had to play their game and make it to the court of the lords.
It was time.
The Budynok audition had begun and I was the first exhibit.
A captive was to be chosen. A random body to test my stamina. I exhaled. Everything was proceeding as expected. Until…
The evaluator spoke.
A sharp, piercing sentence that shattered my breath and sent cold down my spine.
My world tilted.
Had I heard correctly?
Konstantyn.
No. No. No.
Hell, no.
He was to be my partner in this twisted ordeal -Konstantyn, whom I had dreamed of, longed for, ached for.
And now, he would pleasure me. I could only pass the test if I didn’t succumb. If I didn’t shatter under his touch. Only if I didn’t climax.
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
The air in my lungs turned thin. A storm of emotions cruised through me - fear, anticipation, hunger. The very thing I had secretly craved was now my trial, my torment.
Then he stepped forward, licking his lips and rubbing his palms together, his eyes locked on mine.
His fingers, slow and deliberate, trailed down my chest, igniting a fire beneath my skin. His touch, oh God! It felt like a feather, agonizing in its patience.
Oh damn! Konstantyn, what are you doing?
I clenched my jaw, straining against the need to react, to move, to respond. His hand went lower, brushing my waist, his warmth pressing into me.
Then…
A kiss.
Soft. Precise. Right above my navel.
My muscles went rigid.
This was a game of willpower. A battle of restraint.
And I was already losing.
I moaned softly, my body shuddering at his every touch. I wanted him.
“Take me. Take me, please,” I pleaded amidst sobs.
“Shhh,” he quieted me as he bent lower and placed his lips against my inner thigh. My eyes widened, my mouth opened. I could feel every pleasure. He was just about to go further when…
The castle door creaked open, stopping him in his tracks.
Duvbyk - Vronik’s closest friend.
Once he entered the castle, everyone bowed in recognition of his presence, then moved out. It was just the two of us left inside.
No. What’s going on?
Konstantyn was supposed to perform my test. He wasn’t done. Now I have to be tested by someone else?
My mind was a mess. A great fear enveloped me.
Then came Duvbyk. He approached me gently, each step echoing in my heart.
He walked around me, his gaze consuming every inch of exposed skin. His touch was the highest pleasure I ever felt. I clenched my jaw, refusing to break under his scrutiny.
Duvbyk exhaled, stepping back. "You are not fit for the court of the lords."
Wait.
What?
A bolt of panic struck me. No. This was my only chance.
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