A special assessment

Once the two of you step through the doorway it disappears behind you. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust again, but when they do you are in another small room, this time with no windows and only candles on various small tables along the walls for illumination. She leads you to the middle of the room before offering another curt command, "Kneel." You comply, getting down on your knees and looking up at her in anticipation of what exactly she has planned for you. You feel a light tug on your throat as she removes your collar. She walks around to your front and for a moment simply stares back at you as you look into her pitch-black eyes. You are motionless as she steps forward, towering over your short frame. You stay in place as she puts a hand over your eyes and begins mumbling in some demonic tongue. Her hand emanates a strange magical power that you can feel burning into your eyes. You close your eyes to let the feeling wash over you. On some level you trust that she has your interests in mind, so you trust her to not do anything harmful to you.

When she finally lifts her hand off your face, you try to open your eyes again to look at her but you realize you can't. She has sealed your eyes shut! You begin to panic for a bit, bringing your hands up to your eyes to try in vain to rub away anything that might be preventing you from opening them. A whisper in your ear resettles you, however. "Don't you worry, my sweet little virgin. We're about to have a lot of fun together." There is a seductive tone in her voice that soothes you, making you settle back into the submissive kneeling position and again awaiting her next action. You anxiously wait as you hear her step all the way around you several times before stopping in front of you again. Unable to see what she is doing, your entire body quivers in anticipation of what she will do next.

You do not have to wait long, as she begins with a sharp pinch to both of your nipples. You let out a brief yelp in surprise, but otherwise stay motionless. "Very good response for a virgin," your tormentor muses. A light brush along the sides of your waist makes your torso bristle with goosebumps as she continues. "I'm going to have to put you through your paces. See how sensitive -" She emphasizes that word with a brief pause and another pinch of your right nipple. "- you are. See where you need improving. See how much of a whore -" She again pauses for emphasis, this time rubbing her clawed hand over your pubic hair. "- we can make you. Are you ready?"

You only nod. Her words makes you simultaneously nervous and excited. You anticipate and worry about the changes she will put into your body and mind. You just have to get through this test first.

"Well then, my little virgin, all you need to do now is sit still and let me torment you. Try to last as long as you can. You'll be tested on how long it takes to make you cum." On her last word she begins her test, grabbing as much of your left breast as she can with one hand and shoving the other between your thighs. Her clawed fingertips catch your nipple and clit, making you squirm immediately despite the order to stay as still as possible.