CHAPTER 8: THE TEST
The next day was miserable. After days of being fucked by men and the machine to incredible and seemingly non-stop orgasms, I was told to not touch myself. No fingers, nobody's lips, no dildos, and, especially, no cocks. By noon I was itching for something or someone to use my cunt or ass. And I still had three hours until Diego was due to come to take me to wherever the test was organized. I still knew next to nothing about the test and for good reason. Nobody at the house knew. The only people who knew were the Diablos and only some of them. Daddy didn't seem to care. I sensed something different with him. When I asked mom, she was evasive.
"You stupid cunt," she said when I pressed her about Daddy. "It's all your fault. You had all this and you threw it away. Why couldn't you have been happy being a slut to these two men and being shared? Everything they have here ... you're giving it up? For what? A gang who will abuse you?"
I turned my back on her and went to the bedroom we shared. I had to turn quickly so she wouldn't see the tears falling from my eyes. Why couldn't SHE understand? I achieved so much with Diego. Why couldn't she be happy for me?
I hid out in the room. Diego said I needed to be covered for the drive but what I wore wasn't important, otherwise. I knew what that meant. For however long the test took (I didn't even know that), I would be naked. I went through the closet and the dresser. So much of what we had was sexy, erotic. That wasn't important. I dug until I found a large tank top I had used as a beach cover-up. I slipped it over my head and checked myself out in the mirror. My large tits were partially exposed at the sides and the hem didn't even reach mid-thigh. That wasn't important, either. I would be covered for the drive. Maybe barely, but I would be. I also found some old sandals. I was ready.
Two hours to go.
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"I was curious what you would wear, cunt," Diego said as he drove away from Daddy's house. The light-weight material of the top had shifted immediately on sitting in the car seat. My bare ass was on the seat and I relaxed my body without thought of the position of my legs. Not pressed together or crossed and the flimsy top riding high to my hips, my crotch was just visible. Diego's fingers slid up my closest thigh and I parted my legs more for his touch I was so very eager for. "Perfect. I just knew you would do something like this. You're going to be perfect." He glanced at me and I gave him a smile. "I gave you free choice and you responded. I bet you considered your clothing options and this was as close as you could come to being naked." His fingers found my cunt. "You're wet. You're always wet and ready, aren't you cunt?"
I nodded. I blushed. It embarrassed me the way he talked about me and his open touch. It also excited me. Daddy was different in the past days. Was he disappointed in my going through with this? Did he think I would ultimately reject this and choose him, instead? Did he not believe me before? And me ... what was the change in me? Was I transitioning from Daddy to Diego? Was Diego even long-term for me? A stronger, more commanding, more dominant word than even 'Daddy' had surfaced in my mind as I reacted to Diego. I didn't dare give it a voice. Was it acceptable? Was it appropriate? Was that the relationship? The word ... Master.
He toyed with my cunt lips but only for his amusement as I squirmed on the seat. I needed to orgasm so badly and he knew it. In only days, he had transitioned me. Whatever I was before as a slut, he transitioned me far beyond that. The continuous orgasms interrupted by fucking with random, unidentified men only to be back to experience more continuous orgasms on the machine had changed me somehow. I hadn't understood the machine: punishment? torture? It could be either. Or neither. For me, it had been training, though there was pain involved with the clamp, too. Now, instead of eager for sex and cock and pleasure, I was addicted, craving, physically dependent on orgasms and the feel of cum dripping from my holes ... cum of my own or from men. It also was leading me to what was ahead somewhere at the end of the drive.
A warehouse. An old warehouse. Diego had turned onto streets through an old industrial section of the city. When he finally pulled through a gate in a high chain-link fence, there were dozens of motorcycles, cars, and pickup trucks and an opened, large delivery/shipping door in what looked like just another old warehouse. I could see no sign or marking indicating who owned it. Intentional, perhaps.
Diego parked at the front where space was left open. Perhaps Diego had more command than I had originally thought. "Is everyone here?" I asked somewhat nervously. There were so many vehicles. I had been gangbanged by a dozen men or so but there were far more vehicles here than that and how many might have come with more than one in it.
He laughed. "God, no. We have a business to run. We can't take the day off to fuck you," he said still chuckling. "Business will continue. Guys will be coming and going. While you're here, though, I suspect you'll encounter them all."
"How ... how many are there?" I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer.
He shrugged his shoulders as he opened the driver's door. "Good question. I have no idea."
I opened my own door and stepped out of the car and followed him to the side of the loading dock where steep stairs were located. At the top, I followed him to the center of the rolled-up loading door. Inside was a massive open space with people moving from area to area.
He moved me in front of him. "Showtime, cunt." He grasped the thin covering and pulled it up my body and over my head. I was naked instantly. I sucked in a huge breath and released it. I kicked off my sandals to be completely naked. I was very aware of not only my nakedness but the collar around my neck and the SLUT tattoo above my cunt. He leaned into my ear, "Show them what a cunt you are."
I took another breath and began walking into the open building space. Diego followed behind. People stopped what they were doing and turned, pointing and commenting. It was very conspicuous. It was the most naked I had ever felt despite spending so much of my time naked since becoming Daddy's slut. Everyone was dressed, watching, joking, and commenting. There were also women dressed very much like the men in jeans, t-shirts, and leather. Everyone wore the Diablo tattoo on their necks.
Getting into the center of the open area, Diego touched my arm and led me to the side where there were offices with large windows in the wall to the open warehouse space. As we approached, I could see Jose inside. I shouldn't have been surprised. Jose was at the top of the Diablos.
Diego knocked on the open door and led me inside. "Jose, the cunt is here," he said.
He looked up without standing. "The cunt," he repeated. "Jerome's slut," he challenged. I didn't react. "Are you Jerome's slut?"
Diego was standing at my side ... or I was standing at his. He bumped me, "It's okay, just be honest," he softly encouraged.
I met Jose's gaze. "You know I was, sir. You fucked me many times at Jerome's house."
"Was ... you said was his slut. Why did you say was?" he challenged.
"Diego, sir, he's shown me what I truly am. He's shown me I am more than a slut."
"If you aren't Jerome's slut, what are you?" Jerome may have taken over by killing, but it didn't appear the Diablos were completely loyal to him.
"A cunt."
