“Alright, Ella. We are finally here; your last and final exam. If you pass this, you are officially a whore in the employ of the organisation. You can make your own decisions about clients, earn your own money, and live your contract on your own terms, so to speak. Of course, we will assist you should you need it. However, if you do not pass, all the videos we have taken of you over the last few months will be released to the media and your father’s career will be destroyed; your family ruined. You will never see us – including the Professor — again. Do you understand?” the Duke rumbled, sweating slightly in his finest suit.
“Yes, sir. Duke… if I fail, can I try again?” Ella asked softly, trembling at the thought of never seeing the Professor or the Duke again.
“I don’t like the lack of confidence in you, Whore. At all. This late in the day you should be brimming with excitement and confidence, ready to take on every single thing we throw at you. But, since you asked… yes, Whore, we can allow you to try again.”
Thank the gods.
“Now, Whore, I am duty bound to ask: do you understand what you will be facing today?” rumbled the Duke.
“Yes, sir – you will be placing me in a room, naked. Throughout the room, there are cameras and microphones to capture every moment of my exam for people across the world. Over the next few hours, men and women will enter and I will need to make all of them come using the skills I have been taught. There will also be some surprises thrown in – things I will likely be very uncomfortable with – to ensure that my commitment to the organisation is absolute. If all goes well and the judges are satisfied with my work, I will pass and will undertake my deflowering ceremony next week.”
“Good girl,” smirked the Duke. “You may enter the room now and prepare yourself. Remember your training, Whore, because your success depends on it. Failure means the destruction of your family at worst, and a new trainer at best.”
“Wait… but you said I could try again!” squeaked Whore.
“You can, but your failure isn’t just yours, it’s the Professor’s too. Your success or failure reflects on him, so if you fail it is the same as him failing and you will be removed from his care. And mine, actually, given that I am his overseer. I already have a list of trainers interested in taking you on if you fail,” the Duke said, checking his watch. “But enough about that, Whore, you need to get going. Move!” The Duke chastised her, shooing her into the room that will make or break her future.
No professor?!
Oh my gods, I think I am going to have a panic attack.
What do we do?!
ENOUGH, ME!
…
I have no choice. I have to ace this exam. No matter what they throw at me, I need to be perfect. I can’t leave the Professor, or the Duke, I just can’t.
You’re right, me. OK – let’s fucking do this!
Whore opened the door to the room and had a quick inspection of everything around her. Some basic toys, some lube, some cuffs, a comfy bed, and cameras and microphones just about everywhere. Giving herself a pep talk, she walked into the middle of the room and bent over, spreading herself open and touching herself gently to start the show for the people at home. After a quick tease, she stood up and flicked her hair, moving her hands over her body and breathing harder and louder for the microphones to pick up.
As she was putting on a performance for the cameras, the door opened and her first judge entered the room. The negotiator stood before her with a smug smile on his bird-like face, Danika half hidden behind him.
“Hello, whore,” the negotiator said.
Drop, whore, get on the floor! Ella yelled at herself. Responding instinctively, she was in the waiting position before her brain had finished directing her. The Negotiator grinned and walked towards her, ordering Danika to sit in the corner and wait for his instructions.
“Whore, look at me,” the Negotiator demanded, one hand grabbing her hair. “I will not be going easy on you because I am first, do you understand?”
“I do, sir, thank you. I am ready to please you, sir,” she said, trying her best to be confident.
Do this for the Professor.
“Tongue out, whore; you know what to do,” the Negotiator said. “Danika, bring the container here, and await my seed.”
Whore stuck her tongue out and waited, unsure what he wanted her to do. The answer became very apparent, however, when the Negotiator’s brown star appeared in front of her face as he dropped his suit trousers and pulled himself open.
Ella got to work immediately, her tongue gently exploring the outer edges of his arsehole. As she slowly worked her tongue inside him, Whore reached around and began to milk his rock-hard cock with one hand, and alternating between playing with his balls and fingering his arse with the other. Whore was so amped up on adrenaline that she didn’t notice how clean he was at first; it took a while before she realised that her judge had kindly cleaned himself for her, and that made her feel happy. They wanted her to succeed, they wanted her to stay, and she felt so happy at that realisation she threw herself into her work even more.
After a while, the Negotiator moaned loudly, making a sound a bit like a foghorn, and Danika sprang into action. Catching every drop of his come into a sample bottle, she carefully placed the lid on and returned to the corner with a smile.
Confused, Ella nevertheless smiled to Danika and the Negotiator as he cleaned and dressed himself quickly.
“Thank you, Whore – you will be pleased to know that you have passed the first part of your exam. We are heading out now – we are headed to a fertility clinic – but I look forward to working with you in the future. We are trying for a baby,” he added gently, and Ella was so excited she squeezed his hand gently.
“Good luck, sir,” she smiled.
One down, however many to go! she thought to herself.
The next few judges each checked a key part of her training – fisting, blow jobs, and the like – and Ella passed each of them with flying colours, as she knew she would. Every demand saw her repeating the same mantra in her mind: for the Professor, for the Duke, for the future that I want. As the last of the technical judges declared that she had passed in the early afternoon, she prepared herself for the unknown element of the exam: the gang bang.
This part was the longest and the most difficult, and she had no idea what she would be facing. As far as she knew, there would be any number of people coming in and doing all sorts to her; judging her on her skills and her willingness, and throwing in all sorts of surprises to keep her on her toes.
I can fucking do this. I am a whore; the Professor’s whore. Come the fuck at me and I’ll show you what I can fucking do.
As she pondered the next challenge, the lights in the room went out and Whore was plunged into darkness. Figuring that it was one of the surprises, she smiled softly when the door opened and a mysterious figure walked into the room.
“Hello, sir,” she said, waiting. She could barely see the man in the dark, and assumed that she was to wait — oh, fuck fuck fuck!
Ella’s chocker went tight, and her nipple piercings were set to hot and she dropped to the floor in surprise. In seconds the mysterious man had dragged her onto her stomach and had quickly pulled her butt plug out, immediately filling her now gaping arse hole with his thick self. Whore cried out in surprise before moaning loudly as her judge began to fuck her mercilessly, his balls smashing against her clit at the same time. Whore felt her orgasm hurtling towards her and she begged, begged her judge to allow her to come.
“Please, sir, I need to come, please, you’re too fucking good and I am ready to come already. Can I please come? Please? Please let me come sir, please, please!” she cried out desperately.
“Do it!” the judge snarled, and Ella’s heart nearly exploded as she recognised the voice.
Wait…
Oh my gods, it’s the Professor! He is here with me!
Fulfilling his fantasy! He told me he had always wanted to do consensual non-consent! Especially with butt stuff!
God, this is so fucking hot!
Overwhelmed by the multiple assaults on her senses and the knowledge that her beloved Professor – the man she wanted to be her master one day – was fucking her senseless, Ella screamed loudly as she shattered under him. This in turn set him off, and the two of them went together into Elysium.
Ella struggled to catch her breath as the Professor turned her over, pushing his cock into her mouth with a snarl.
“Clean me up, you fucking comeslut,” he spat.
Whore slid her tongue up and down his shaft before slurping him further into her mouth. As she bobbed her head up and down she stared into his eyes, filled with love and pride and no small amount of lust. They stayed locked in each other's gazes until he shuddered suddenly, spilling himself in her mouth with a few more filthy words.
The Professor, his face still hidden, pulled Ella up off the floor and held her against him. Telling her to open her mouth, he smiled to see his come still there; he rewarded her with his spit before telling her to swallow it all.
Pulling her into a hug, he whispered urgently into her ear. “Love, the last task – I didn’t know, I am so sorry, baby. If you choose to walk away, I will understand. I love you more than life itself,” he said, pushing her onto the bed before leaving the room.
He loves me! He fucking loves me!
I am finally loved! Finally! I deserve love and I deserve him! He loves me!
Wait, should I be worried about the final task then?
Whatever it is, I have to deal with it. For the Professor. Because he loves me.
Right!
The gang bang was a fun affair, with Ella being passed around the room and fucked in every position imaginable and some positions she had never heard of before but enjoyed immensely. Still, she couldn’t help but worry about the final task. Eventually, after her 8th orgasm of the day, she was told she had passed the gang bang test and was to await the final challenge.
Whore took a moment to close her eyes and take some deep breaths to calm herself as the door opened. She put on her best smile as she opened her eyes, dropping it almost immediately.
“Hello, daughter,” spat her father. “Long time no see.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. I don’t know what to fucking do right now…
“Nothing to say? How very like you,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” Ella whispered.
“One of my advisors found out about your…recent training. I came straight here and demanded to see you. It’s amazing what a police presence and protection agents with guns will do to get you your own way,” her father laughed.
Pompous prick, Ella thought.
“I must say, you’ve never fucked up this badly, Ella. Risking my entire career, our family’s legacy, just to be a fucking slut!” he screamed suddenly, the sound overwhelming in the otherwise silent room. “If I had known you were into this nonsense, I would have fucking well whored you out to my friends, enemies, and everyone in between!” Ella’s father continued, his face turning red with anger.
Fuck, fuck!
… You know what, me? No. I’m not having this. I may be a whore, but I am not a common whore. I am the Professor’s whore, the Duke’s whore, the organisation’s whore, and he doesn’t get to treat me like some common slut-
“Are you even listening? Of course, you fucking aren’t. You never did. I cannot believe you are my progeny. Come on, get your things, you are coming home with me and I’ll put you to work in a more suitable way. As a wife and a mother, helping your brother rise to power. You can put your newfound skills to good use as I need you too, it’ll help whomever I decide to marry you to as well. Hurry up, Ella. Now,” her father spat as he tried to grab her arm. Ella screamed and threw herself to the side, away from him and the life-long punishments she knew he would force upon her.
“No! No! I am not going with you. I am staying here, father. I am happy here—”
“Happy? Fucking these reprobates? Being a whore, on your back for a quick fuck?”
“How is that any different from what you just said you wanted me to do? At least here I do who I want, when I want, and I am treated with respect,” Ella said, sounding more confident than she felt.
“You are seriously choosing these fuckers over your own flesh and blood?”
“I am. I realise that this will mean the family will disown me, but nevertheless, I choose to stay,” Whore said.
Expecting a further hissy fit, Ella felt her body tense up as her father grinned at her. The man in question walked to the bed and took off his suit jacket, sitting on the edge and staring at her.
Unnerved, Whore stared back.
“The way I see it, whore child of mine, you have two choices. The first choice: you come home with me and continue your…proclivities in the service of your family and even your country, should the need arise. The election is in a few weeks and I am so far ahead in the polls I could slap a grandmother tomorrow and still come out on top. Another five years, and then your brother can take over and you can work for him as well,” her father continued. “But if that doesn’t suit you, and you want to stay here instead, then I will burn this organisation to the fucking ground. I will reveal their existence, find every single fucking member and out them to every government, every newspaper, all over social media. And when I do, I will make sure that you are painted as the poor, brainwashed victim of this international sex trafficking ring and that I was instrumental in dismantling it, ensuring both myself and your brother are in power for the next two decades at least,” he finished with a shit-eating grin.
Oh gods, oh gods, the Professor, the Duke, Danika – what do I do? Do I go with him, or?
No. There must be another way.
“There must be something you want, father. I want to stay here, and if you drag me back home I will find a way to let every journalist within a thousand miles know that I was trained as a whore and I will even send them pictures and-“
“There is a price you could pay, Ella. If you pay it, I would be open to negotiations; perhaps a day of your time to service individuals once a month or so. I can settle that with your handlers,” her father said.
“I cannot agree to that, it’s not within my rights to do so-“ Ella began.
A vibration from her father’s phone startled Ella and she watched, irritated, as he read and chuckled.
“Your handler agrees to the terms, it seems. So, make your choice, daughter: your family, or your tongue in my arsehole and your hands on my cock,” her father said, laughing.
What the actual fuck?! I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I don’t want to do this, me!
“What?” Ella stuttered, her eyes wide in horror.
“You fucking heard me. You want to leave your family behind, you accept the punishment. Way I see it, it’s not incest; I have no daughter anymore,” he shrugged.
It’s disgusting, I know, but I don’t have a choice, me. I want to stay here, but I don’t want him to destroy the Professor, the Duke, or anyone else. I have to do this.
But he’s my-
Do it, Whore. Just get it the fuck over with. Then he will leave and we can get on with today. Imagine he is the Duke, and just do it.
“I… I will… I will do it. Fuck…you. Your arsehole. I will…” Ella stammered, walking slowly towards him.
Snarling, Ella’s father stood up and pushed his trousers and pants down, revealing his semi-hard cock. Ella had always known he kept himself in good shape to entice the female voters, but just the sight of him made her physically sick. He turned around and bent over the bed, showing Ella his arsehole.
For him.
You are doing this for him.
You are protecting him.
Ella grabbed her father’s arse cheeks and spread them open, leaning down to start her punishment.
Resigned to the horror, she jumped in shock as the lights turned themselves on and her father pushed her to the floor roughly, muttering “thank fuck!” to himself as he pulled up his trousers and glared at the hosts of the evening.
The Professor grabbed Ella’s hand and pulled her off the floor, smiling widely. “You did it, love! You passed! You chose us over your family, and you are one of us now!” he said, kissing her fiercely.
“Wait… what?” Ella said in a daze.
“Come, Ella, let us get you out of here and we will explain everything. Mr Harris, your payment is waiting in a suite upstairs; Jonathan is waiting outside to take you there now. Thank you for your time this evening,” the Duke said to Ella’s father.
Not even stopping to say goodbye to Ella, Mr Harris stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
It was as the door shut that...
