Cassia's Focus is Tested

Cassia redoubled her efforts, scrambling on her hands and knees, hands splashing through the liquid, her eyes scanning everything. But a pleasant warmth was beginning to spread through her body now, loosening her muscles, softening her focus. Every time she blinked, she saw the other aspirants around her, their shifts plastered to their bodies, their breasts swaying, their hips rising and falling as they crawled.

One of them was crawling directly in front of her. Cassia couldn't see her face, couldn't tell who she was, but she could see everything else. The way her shift had ridden up to her waist, exposing the curve of her ass. The way her thighs parted as she moved, revealing the crease of her sex. The way her Unus cock hung heavy and hard between her legs.

Stop looking. Stop looking now.

But she couldn't. Her gaze was trapped, caught by the sight of that exposed cunt, those swollen lips, that glistening entrance. She imagined what it would feel like to bury her cock between those lips, to feel them parting along her shaft...

No. Remember your training. My will. My body. My choice.

The mantra brought her back, barely. She tore her gaze away and **** herself to keep moving, keep searching. Her own body was screaming now, her cock fully erect and aching, pussy clenching around nothing. Her nipples had become so sensitive that the mere brush of her wet shift made her tremble.

Find a phallus. Get out of the pool. You can touch yourself when this is over. You can touch yourself as much as you want. But first, find a phallus. Cassia negotiated with that part of herself that wanted to feed her growing arousal.

There. In the corner of the pool, almost hidden against the stone rim. Something dark, something long. Cassia lunged for it, her mouth open, her hands splashing through the liquid.

She stopped.

The phallus was wedged against the basin's edge, half-buried in a fold of stone. To reach it, she would have to bend over in a way that would completely expose her ass cheeks to anyone else watching. Her cock, and pussy, would be visible to every aspirant still inside of the pool.

So what? So what if they see? This isn't about modesty. This is about survival.

She pushed forward, her knees sliding on the slickened stone, her hands bracing against the basin's edge. The shift fell away from her hips just as she'd known it would, and she felt the cool air against her exposed sex, felt the liquid dripping from her cock, her balls, her swollen pussy lips.

Somewhere behind her, someone gasped.

Cassia ignored them. She lowered her face toward the phallus, her mouth open, her lips stretching wide to accommodate the thickness. The wood was slippery, smooth, and polished, and as her teeth closed around it, she felt a sense of triumph so intense that it temporarily drowned out the burning arousal in her veins.

Got it.

She pulled back, the phallus heavy between her teeth, and began to crawl toward the basin's edge. The liquid splashed around her thighs, her hips, her stomach. She kept her head high, her jaw clamped tight around the wood, and she did not look back at the pool.

But she heard it.

She heard the sounds of wet bodies moving through the pool. She heard the gasps and moans of students still desperately searching, still struggling. And she heard, unmistakably, the soft, rhythmic sound of someone pleasuring themselves.

Cassia didn't turn around. She kept moving, one hand bracing against the basin's edge as she hauled herself out of the pool. The phallus nearly slipped from her mouth, and she tightened her jaw, tasting wood and cum.

Gold mask stood still above her, like a twisted goddess made flesh.

Cassia spat the phallus into her hand before collapsing beside the basin's edge. Her chest was heaving, her shift soaked through.

She didn't care.

The remaining aspirants still searched, still struggled, their bodies gleaming in the torchlight, their hands clenched and white knuckled.

One of them, the dark-haired girl from earlier, had fallen, her entire body was covered in cum, her hips rocking in a slow, **** rhythm. Her shift was missing, and her hands were between her legs, her fingers working furiously at her exposed cunt as she stroked herself with the other.

Gold mask watched her for a long moment, then nodded to the robed figures waiting at the pool's edge.

"Aspirant Cornelia you are eliminated."

Cassia turned away. She couldn't watch anymore. Her body was still burning, still aching, still **** for a release she couldn't give herself here, not yet, not until the trials were complete.

The second trial. What will they make us do next? And will I survive it intact?

She didn't know. But as she lay at the edge of the pool, cum drying on her skin, she felt something she hadn't expected.

Pride.

She had controlled herself. She had resisted. She had passed the first trial when others had fallen.

My will. My body. My choice.

She repeated her mantra silently, feeling the words settle into her bones like a prayer. Around her, the other successful aspirants were gathering, Antonia at her side, Aelia and Portia too, and three others whose names she didn't know.

Gold mask raised her arms.

"The first trial is complete. Those who have retrieved a phallus, come forward. Those who have not..." She gestured toward the robed figures, who were already leading the failed aspirants toward a dark archway at the chamber's far end. "Your time with the Order ends here. You will be returned to your beds as failures, oath bound to never utter a word of what you have witnessed here tonight."

Cassia watched them go. Cornelia was still trembling, still touching herself even as the robed figures guided her toward the archway. The other failed aspirant, the red-head, looked positively dejected but had regained some of her lost composure.

That could have been me...

But it wasn’t. Cassia's eyes met Antonia's, and they both grinned.

They were still in the game.