Testing your technique

You are left sitting on the floor for a while, recovering from the previous test while the next one is prepared for you. Your breathing remains heavy and your chest heaves. Slowly your heavily drumming heartbeat returns to normal and you can return to your proper, seated upright posture. Unsure what else to do with your hands, you clasp them together and stuff them between your legs.

However, what you feel between your legs nearly makes you lose your newly-regained composure. There's a hot puddle of your own fluids on the floor! Your back stiffens up and your cheeks turn bright red as you think back to what formed this puddle. For a moment you hope that the attendant didn't notice, but you realize she was just down there a moment ago. Her hand must have gotten soaked. There is no point in trying to hide it. You simply sit quietly from then on, anxiously waiting for whatever she is planning next and trying to keep your mind off of your embarrassment.

You do not have to wait much longer. You hear the attendant step behind you and grab your elbows. She pulls them behind you and forces your hands together before murmuring some infernal spell invocation. When she releases you, your hands are bound together behind your back. Whatever the next test is, it seems your hands will remain restrained.

You next hear her chant a much longer invocation from in front of you. The spell takes several minutes, and you are left wishing you could understand what she is saying. It doesn't take long after she finishes for you to find out, however, as she steps up to you and barks a single word at you.

"Suck."

You aren't given the time to wonder what she means as a large, hot phallus is slapped across your cheek.