Ramya: post-audition damage assessment

I'm sitting on the dais with my legs shamelessly spread wide, facing Raj directly. The full evidence of my fall from virgin to slut is on obscene display. My once-tiny, neat pussy now gapes openly, a raw, reddened hole still twitching. Dried blood smears my inner thighs and vulva like war paint. Drying cum stains my belly, my face, and my left breast. Yet I wear the biggest, warmest smile, my bronze skin glowing with sweat and post-sex bliss.

The tall Pacific Islander hulk of a man that performed my deflowering, the man I've dubbed "Aquaman," bends down, cups my chin, and kisses me deeply. The sticky film of semen his coworker left on my bottom lip doesn't deter him. "You were incredible," he murmurs against my mouth before pulling away and returning to his position on Raj’s left. White Guy moves back to the right.

"I will now conduct the post-coital exam," Kiki announces. "We perform this extra step after virgins audition, primarily to make sure they are going to heal properly." I nod, and Kiki adds, "Lie back for me one more time and spread your legs nice and wide."

I obey, opening myself completely like I did before they ruined me, and now I am no longer a girl. I am a freshly fucked woman.

"The candidate's deflowering was challenging. She presents with significant blood stains that are drying," Kiki announces. "Even at rest, her pussy is noticeably gaping. Her pre-audition innie pussy, which was a very small, tidy slit, now works against her. The small labia and short crack make the hole now showing at the bottom look bigger. Her pussy is significantly less aesthetically pleasing in its deflowered state, and Raj Patel should take note. These changes may be permanent."

My face burns with shame as my ruin is spelled out in clinical detail. I killed the audition. Does it even matter?

She tugs at my inner labia, pulling them apart as she did before I was deflowered. I can feel everything looser down there, the lips further apart, no longer held together to a certain extent from the seal that is no longer there. "The candidate's opening widens significantly with labial traction. The hymen is torn in several places, leaving thick tabs. One laceration extends to the edge and looks deeper like it was responsible for most of the bleeding. The candidate will need to rest a while and recover before attempting intercourse again."

"Don't worry, she will," I laugh, then groan as the laugh trigger some kind of painful spasm in my pussy as things continue to adjust in there.

"The candidate is certified fully deflowered. She honors Raj Patel with this sacrifice. She will never bleed for another man."

"Damn," I say with a chuckle.

Kiki picks up the perineometer. This time the probe slides into me far too easily, with noticeable space around the sides. I feel so loose, so used. I clench reflexively.

"No, relax first," she insists. "Okay, now squeeze."

I try, but the grip feels weak and pathetic compared to before. The probe slips out with almost no resistance. "Failed that test," I mutter.

Raj grins, eyes locked hungrily on my pussy. "You're kind of expected to, it's okay."

Kiki makes it official. "The candidate's first coitus has introduced significant laxity to her vagina. She is still within the tolerable range and will tighten back up more as she heals from her deflowering. But she will still fail a two-finger virginity test if she tries to marry someone else. Since she chose the larger penis for her deflowering, the candidate can be considered fully habituated to intercourse now even though she's only been fucked once."

"Remind the candidate of the implications," Raj says.

Kiki says, "The candidate will command significantly less value for any traditional arranged marriage. No respectable family would accept a tainted bride with a pussy left gaping from such a large penis."

A fresh wave of humiliated heat floods my face and chest.

Raj’s grin is dark, satisfied, and unmistakably possessive. "Yes… but not to me. Especially after how well she fucked him. Seeing her like this raises her value in my eyes."

Kiki continues, "Indeed. She honors us and has sacrificed much in the hopes of being chosen. Ms. Venkatesan has completed the audition with courage and grace. However, she is certainly not the first candidate to finish the audition, and likely not the last. And other excellent candidates have bled on this dais for Raj Patel. Completing the audition is not a guarantee of selection."

Kiki pauses to make sure she's put me back in my place. I nod.

She continues. "At this time, we will ask the Candidate if she wishes to still be considered for marriage to Raj Patel. Do you?"

My eyes don't leave Raj's as I answer. "Yes."

"I will escort you back to your cabin so you can clean up, and you will join Raj Patel later for dinner."

Kiki puts the robe back on me, and I leave the audition chamber on shaky legs with blood stains and drying cum all over me.