Ramya: reject the billionaire marriage prospect

A full minute goes by with the only sound being my sobbing as my breathing returns to normal. Then Raj says, "Stand up, Ms. Venkatesan."

I slowly get to my feet. My legs shake, so I rest my butt on the dais. I wince and stand.

"It will hurt to sit for a while," Raj says. "We're going to take care of you now and try to help you with the pain. You've earned it."

Kiki's face has changed. The dominatrix is gone, and the caring friend is back. What a joke.

Not fooling me again.

I shake off her hand, and White Guy breaks protocol to come help hold me stable from the other side. "Thanks," I mutter.

I look over my shoulder and am shocked. My entire ass is black and purple with stripes of raised welts from the cane. The skin broke in several places and oozes blood. I scoff, glare at Kiki, then look at Raj in shock and anger. In that moment I despise them both.

My was my best feature. It survived the weight loss-induced sagging and stretch marks that age my big cow tits. The hip to waist ratio, the full buttocks from the weightlifting, the flawless skin. My ass was perfection. And now it is a hideous, bloody landscape of ruin.

This bastard never wanted to marry me. He just wanted to hurt me, to break me another way. When I wouldn't whore myself out and let his minions gang-bang away my virginity, he decided to beat me. He's rich, and he wants to see what I'll do to marry into money. And Kiki… that sadistic bitch loved every second of it. She’ll masturbate later thinking about hurting me.

"These emotions you are feeling are normal," Raj says. "It's a powerful experience. Congratulations on finishing. Not many candidates can endure all fifty."

I'm smart enough not to lash out and react to said emotions, or to Raj's reminder that I am not in any way unique, just another candidate sacrificing everything for a chance to be his. I wait, anger simmering.

Kiki offers her critique. "The candidate performed admirably during this phase of the audition. She was beautiful and sexy while receiving the strokes. She demonstrates a strong joy in submission."

"What?!" I scoff.

"Your pussy is wet," Kiki says. "You're a natural at this."

"Whatever. What kind of man beats his wife."

They just stare, and Raj's lips curl into a smile.

I roll my eyes. "Candidate for wife, whatever."

"You have one more decision to make, then you're done," Raj says. "Thank you for participating. This was valuable information to help me choose the right woman." He sees me start to object, but cuts me off. "For candidates that are virgins and complete the audition with either the deflowering or the caning, we offer an alternative to staying in the competition. The candidate can choose a financial gift and walk away. One hundred thousand U.S. dollars to your bank account."

"I don't want your money. And I don't want you," I say. My vitriol comes out weaker than I intended. My voice is still shaky, and my eyes are shiny with tears.

"Are you sure? The cash buyout offer expires when you leave this room."

"I don't want your money," I repeat quickly. I glance at Kiki. "Time to go." But as I step to leave, a thought hits me. "Wait. I'll take the money."

Raj looks sad for a second. This means I am walking away from the possibility of marrying him.

"Not for me," I clarify. "You researched me. You know where I go to church. Donate it. Anonymously."

"It's done," Raj says softly. "Kiki, please escort the candidate back to her cabin with our thanks."

As I exit the room, I arch a brow at Aquaman. "Sorry to leave you hanging."

"Don't you worry about it," he says, reflexively stroking his cock again. Precome oozes out, and I know I have missed a big opportunity here. I can't believe I took 50 lashes to save my virginity from one of the hottest guys I've ever laid eyes on. I should have let him fuck me.

Kiki is silent for the walk to my cabin. I pause at the threshold. "You got off on hurting me."

"Yes," she replies. "I enjoyed it very much."

"Why? You were so nice before."

"I'm a dominatrix. It's part of my identity. Not only did I enjoy hurting you, I enjoyed it far more than any other candidate."

I stare open-mouthed and conflicted. There's a complement in here somewhere. She grins and pulls the drawstring on my robe. My panties are wadded up in my hand, so my pussy is bared to her again. She traces a hand down my abdomen until I reflexively part my legs. She grins and runs a finger along my slick crease. I moan.

"You're a natural submissive when you let go," she coos.

"Bullshit." I gasp as a finger enters me again. Why am I letting this small woman do this to me?

She slips the finger out. "You need time to process this. Trust me, you're going to get horny later when you think about what I did to you to you."

"I don't think so."

"I offer after-care services if you want them. A massage, first-aid and icing as needed for your bum, tender and caring words of encouragement. I can finger your pussy more thoroughly."

I scoff. "I'm good."

"Have it your way. Someone will be by later to bring you a meal. Boat leaves tomorrow at nine."