Final Interview

I run to her side and squat, putting my fingers on her cheek to check her temperature. She's a little flush, but nothing like the heat test earlier. There's a different smell around her, familiar, but I can't quite identify it. Until her head turns towards my hand, still staring at nothing, and her tongue briefly flickers out against my fingers. I recall the smell, then. She's horny.

I back up, and grab her shoulder. "Snap out of it!"

She blinks and shakes her head, as though to clear it. Suddenly, her gaze jerks up to her scanner, and I hear her sigh in relief when she sees the green indicator.

"Jesus," she says, "that was intense."

"Did you hear a crowd talking?"

"What, no, I..." she pauses, "I think we got different tests again. You heard a crowd?"

"Yeah, like there were a bunch of people standing behind us, talking too low to be understood. Then at the very end, it felt like someone grabbed my shoulder."

She nods. "Mine was... different. I didn't hear anything, but touch was definitely involved."

"That's it?"

"Trust me, you'll know if you get that test."

I stand up and offer her my hand. "Are you good to go?"

She takes it and pulls herself up. "I think so. I wish they'd told us the number of gates."

"That's part of the test, I'm sure."

Still holding hands, we cross into the next room.

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This room is different from the others. For one, the exit portal already stands open. For another, there's a large white cube, almost three meters tall, standing in the middle of the room, with two doors on it. Brief investigation reveals that the doors open onto a separate bathroom, the pair of which take up all the internal space in the cube.

"Huh, I guess we earned a potty break." says Veronica, stepping into one side. "See you in a few." With that, she pulls the door shut, and a latch clicks.

I don't really need to use the restroom yet, but if I don't I'm sure I'll regret it later. I also don't like what this break means in terms of the length of the test.

I do my business and wash my hands, then spend a couple of minutes fixing my hair, which is still in a little bit of disarray from the hot/cold section. I'm putting the finishing touches on my coiffure when sounds from Veronica's side of the bathroom distract me. I pause and listen for a moment, and then hurriedly finishing arranging myself when it becomes clear that the noises are low moans of passion. Apparently the last couple of tests really did a number on her, and she'd decided to let off some steam. I step out of the bathroom to give her some privacy, but even outside of the cube her vocalizations are occasionally audible. Evidently the bathroom is made of much shoddier materials than the Company generally employs in its facilities.

She finally reaches climax, I presume, because a long, shuddering cry escapes the cube, followed by silence. Five or six minutes later, she steps out of the restroom, in good order and cool as a cucumber. I choose not to embarrass her, and so don't mention anything. The two of us use the exit portal for the next room.

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The next room is back to the standard configuration. Although she won't give me specifics about what happened during her last tests, I know enough to be prepared for something... touchy. I'd described my own test to her, complete with the gripping hand. Thus armored, we each take our places and begin the scan.

The rumble. Rumble. Rumble. Flicker. Flicker of the lights, and almost immediately I know I'm not getting Veronica's tests again. For one, the crowd is back, much louder, though still unintelligible. Suddenly the hand grips. Flicker. Repeats. Grips my shoulder again, although this time it doesn't cause me spin. Spin. Spin. Spin. Spin. Spin around. It just holds tight, and I can sense its owner lean in close to me, to whisper (to lie) in my ear .

I can feel breath stir against my cheek, and the heat of a person just next to me. The hand on my shoulder squeezes tightly, and lips lips lips (lips) brush my ear. I strain, but I can't make out anything but the crowd crowD. CROwd. crowd murmuring (liars) behind me (watching me). The hand releases (moves) and begins stroking (slapping) stroking stroking my (ass) back while the crowd murmurs (cheers) and the voice (tongue) in my (mouth) ear continues to whisper (truth) nonsense (secrets).

The hand (fingers) slips down my back and over (in) my ass, down the the hemline of my skirt. The (hatred) noise (lust) of the crowd reaches a crescendo (climax) as it starts to (rip) pull my skirt up the backs of my thighs. Just before it would have bared me (please) to the (my) crowd (lovers), the lights stop and the rumble ceases.

Dazed, I pull back, making sure the indicator has gone green. I start to turn to look at my partner, when I realize she's right next to me, breathing heavily, with a wild look in her eyes. Before I can say anything, she mashes herself against me, crushing me against the wall, and presses her lips against mine with desperation.

I return the kiss more out of surprise and instinct than anything else, and her tongue is almost instantly dancing against mine, her teeth nipping at my lips. I come back to myself when I feel her hands trying to slip inside the waist of my skirt. Pushing her back, I realize she shed her cream-colored jacket across the room at her own scanner, and apparently had also shed her bra at some point (the bathroom?), because her nipples are clearly visible and extremely erect through the thin fabric of her white blouse.

She begins to push back, intent on my body. We struggle for a moment, until I reach out grip one of her nipples through her blouse. Holding it firmly between a thumb and forefinger, I start to twist it. She makes a noise half between a whine and a gasp, and quickly goes to her knees as I pull downward, firmly. I use my free hand to grip her hair and bend her face backwards to meet my eyes.

"Remember why we're here."

I hold her gaze for half a minute, until her breathing starts to slow down and sanity returns to her eyes.

"I... okay. I... I'm sorry, I don't know... the lights, it..."

"It's all right. I've got you." I release her and help her to her feet.

She's a little shaky, and we take a few minutes to let her recover before we move into the next room.

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The portal seals behind us before I realize we left her jacket in the previous room. I walk her to her scanner, trying not to watch her chest as she moves. I'm also trying not to think too much about the sweet rush of power I felt when I made her kneel.

"Are you all right to continue?" I ask, glancing at the black bubble in the ceiling.

She nods. "I think I'm okay, but I don't know what it's going to do to me this time. I barely remember the last one, just... when it released me, and I saw you standing over there... I'm sorry."

I give her shoulders a squeeze. "It's not you, all right? I don't know why the testing is different between us, but I promise you, I'll snap you out of it. Just trust me." My hand slides smoothly down to her ass and gives it a squeeze. "Okay?"

She rests her head on my shoulder and nods, while I try to figure out when I decided it was acceptable to grope her in order to reassure her, although I'm enjoying her flesh under my hand. Trying not to seem rushed about it, I release her and walk over to my own station. When I look at her, she's watching me from where I left her, a lost look in her eyes.

"Veronica."

"Yes?"

"Put your face in the scanner."

"Yes... yes."

I wait until her eyes are pressed to the machine before activating my own.

The (my) crowd is back. So are the hands. Murmuring while (clever) fingers explore my (old) clothes (bad). Buttons flick (break) and my outfit is (torn) pulled (shredded) (useless) off of me. My bra and panties slip (rip) easily off of my body, and I'm standing (glorious) nude (goddess) in front of the (my) crowd (supplicants).

The (servants) hands pull (lace) (tighten) new garments over my (perfect) body. Gloves slip (slap) up my arms, boots (kiss) slide up my legs, all the way to my upper (secrets) thighs. A corset (armor) cups my (perfect) breasts, and the laces on the back tighten, to better (glorify) push them up.

My sex is bare, but it doesn't matter. Let them see. See. See (see). They are mine (yes yours yes).

I bask in my glory, and the lights cease. I glance upwards, noting the green light, then glance over at my (supplicant) partner. I shake my head to clear it as I walk over to her prostrate form. Her indicator is green. She's lying face-down in front of it, her hands planted on either side of her head. Her pants are pulled down to her knees, and her hips are grinding against the ground.

I watch her for a while. She's making mewling as she fruitlessly thrusts her hips. I don't know why she's not using her hands on herself, some twist of the testing, I suppose. Recalling my promise, I squat down next to her and reach down, tracing her slit through the material of her panties.

Her response is immediate, pushing her ass up in the air and making little gasps. I sniff the scent of her on my fingers for a moment, then reach down and give her another light graze, enjoying her reactions. We continue like that for some time, her writhing in need and my careful little touches. Her panties are a sodden ruin.

When I judge she's ready, I reach a little further and place a finger snug to either side of her clit and begin rubbing. She shudders, and then she begins to buck, her brow furrowed over closed eyes and her mouth working soundlessly. I stimulate her all the way through the orgasm, until her hips slump back to the ground. I wipe my fingers on the fabric of her slacks, and then begin rubbing her back, soothingly, waiting for her to become coherent.

In a few minutes, her eyes flutter and open. "Wh... what? Is the light green?"

"Yes, sweetie." How did I ever think of this woman as competition? "Take a minute, this last one really did a number on you."

She rolls over and sits up, briefly getting her legs tangled in her slacks. She pulls them back up, but not before noticing her panties.

"What... what did I... did I try something with you again?"

I shake my head. "You didn't do anything this time, Veronica. You were already here on the floor when I came out of my test."

"God, I don't understand what they're doing to me. I don't know if I can..." She looks up at the black bubble.

I take her chin in my fingers and make her face me. "You can, and you will, because I say you can, and because I say you will. Do you understand?"

She shakes her head. "I just... I don't..."

"Open your mouth."

"What?"

"Open your mouth, Veronica. Wide."

She stares at me for a moment, and then complies, her lipstick staining the 'O' a dark burgundy.

I take the hand that isn't on her chin and reach inside, until I have her tongue in a firm grip between my thumb and forefinger. She makes no move to resist me. I pull the tip out of her mouth to the limit of its length, and keep tension there.

"Do I have your attention?"

A small nod.

"Good. I told you in the last room that I would take care of you after each test. Do you believe me?"

Nod.

"The Company made me seven offers before this test. Proctor told me no one has gotten that many since the last candidate who actually passed this trial. I intend to pass, and I want you at my side as I do so. Do you understand?"

She nods, her eyes shining.

"When you feel weak, it doesn't matter, because I am here, and I am not weak. All you have to do is everything I tell you to, no matter what. I will not ask you to do anything you can't. Understand?"

Nod. Her breath is coming faster, hot on my hand.

"Good." I release her tongue and reach up to smooth her hair. "Do you feel better now?"

She just nods, her mouth still open, her eyes focused on mine.

"Then stand up."

I lead her through the portal into the next room.

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The next room has a change of clothes for Veronica. I almost laugh out loud, because on the pedestal is a single pair of white thong panties, identical to the soaked ones she's wearing now, as well as a towel.

She looks at me, and I gesture to the pedestal. "Go ahead."

She walks over and pulls down her pants, with no hint of modesty. She slips off the soiled panties and uses the towel to wipe herself off. She slips on the clean pair, and then begins to pull on her slacks when I intervene.

"No."

She pauses, slacks halfway up her thighs, and looks at me.

"You'll just ruin them. Leave them."

She stares for a moment, then lets the slacks drop and steps out of them. Clad only in her white blouse, panties, and heels, she walks back over to me without a word.

Together, we approach her scanner, and I stroke her back reassuringly for a few moments before I place my hand on the back of her head and gently push her face into the machine. I give her a brief pat on the ass and make my way over to my own station. Before I start the scan, I glance over at her. Her position is unchanged, exactly as I has placed her, I can see the slow rise and fall of her breath, and her arms hang loosely at her sides.

I turn back to my scanner, and we begin.

I am immediately (armored) clad (glorified) as I was in the last session, and I can feel the (subjects) crowd (puppets) watching (worshipping). I feel thousands of (fingers) eyes on my (flawless) skin. I can feel myself growing (moist) stronger with their attention (adulation). The rumble (rumble) rumble. Rumble turns into the sound of a (cheering) shouting (writhing) mass of (worms) people, intent on me.

As the noise reaches a (climax) crescendo, the lights cease, and I (cum) come back to myself. I'm panting, and I know if I checked, my own panties would be more than a little moist. The light is green, and when I glance at Veronica's station, hers is too. She's still standing in front of it, staring into it, in exactly the position I left her, but her mouth is hanging slack. As I approach, I can see her inner thighs are slick. I pull her away from the machine by her shoulder, and she steps away willingly, but she has the unfocused gaze I've come to expect when she finishes a session.

I reach down and graze her clit, which gets a response, and her hips press towards my hand. I run my eyes over her lovely figure.

"Remove your blouse."

Her hands snake up with impressive swiftness, and the buttons submit to her clever fingers in seconds. She shrugs, and the white fabric falls off of her shoulders and slips to the ground. I trace a finger around an already-swollen nipple, and she shudders. I lean down and take it in my mouth, tasting her and sucking gently. She lets out a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan and presses her chest into me.

I let her nipple slip from my mouth and straighten up. "Kneel."

She slips down gracefully, ass resting on her heels.

I caress her cheek. "Wake up."

Her eyes jitter for a moment, and she blinks. She glances up at the scan indicator, and a smile lights her up when she sees it's green. "Thank God."

I put a finger under her chin and turn her to face up at me. She makes no effort to rise. "Thank who?"

"Thank... thank you."

"Correct. Do you feel well enough to continue?"

"I... I think so."

"Good. We need to take care of something before I'll be ready for my next test, though."

"What?"

With the hand that isn't holding her chin, I reach down and pull the hem of my skirt up over my hips. Releasing her, I hook my thumbs in the waist of my panties and pull them down to my thighs.

I don't do or say anything else. I simply wait, my sex exposed in front of her face. She looks up at me for a long moment. I can't read the emotion in her face, but I don't suppose it matters. Her eyes are such a lovely brown, it almost seems a shame when the once-formidable will behind them flickers out beneath my gaze.

A few minutes after my first orgasm, as she energetically tongues me towards my second, I swear I can hear the cheers of an adoring crowd.

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After I've finished with her, we enter the next room, although no longer as equals. The empty shell that was Veronica crawls on all fours behind me.

I walk to the first scanner, the one Veronica normally activates, and I wait for her to reach me, snapping my fingers when she doesn't move quickly enough. I reach down and grip her hair in my fist and pull until she stands again, staring at me with adoring eyes and a slack jaw.

"Are you ready?"

"... ready"

"You'll open the door? There's not much of you left. Are you sure you want to do this for me?"

"... for you... anything..."

She doesn't resist as I push her face into the scanner. Nothing happens, since I'm not activating mine. I turn and look over my shoulder at the black globe hanging in the middle of the ceiling.

"This one is incapacitated in every way that matters. By your own rules, I should be able to use the scanners one at a time now."

I feel a jerk through the body of my former rival as the scanner flares on, chewing into what's left of her personality. The floor begins to rumble under our feet.

I slip a hand down to Veronica's perpetually wet pussy and idly stroke it as I wait for the minutes to pass.

She's completely expressionless when the light goes green, though her thighs are soaked. She doesn't respond to questions anymore, doesn't speak. She follows orders, though.

As I press her face into the second scanner, it occurs to me that it doesn't matter how many rooms remain.

"You know, dear, I believe I've won the position with the Company. Do you know why?"

She doesn't respond, just stares into the flickering lights that have robbed her of her identity. I lean down close to her and run my tongue up the edge of her ear and slip a finger inside of her.

"Because all you need to open locked doors is a key."