[slave2100]

The naked interview



‘Help me, Alexia?’ I shouted with all my strength but there was no answer.

Alexia is my cousin and we’re playing hide and seek but in order to hide, I somehow locked myself inside a closet. Now I am really scared because it’s dark in here. I could also sense my racing breath because there is no ventilation either. I might die of suffocation.

‘Alexia? Are you here?’ I shouted again from inside, knocked on the closet’s door, and waited for her to answer, but there is no response.
She might be searching for me in other places.

‘Oh God! Please help me out’ I said to myself.
It's so long. Why isn't Alexia here? Did she ran away and abandoned me? How will I get out of this?

‘Come on, master wants to see you’ I could hear a rough voice breaking my dream, and as I open my eyes, I saw Suza looking at me while I was lying in my box, the room.

His voice just broke my dream, time travel actually when I got locked in the closet for real while playing hide and seek with my cousin Alexia.

With lazy movements, I got up from the box and rubbed my eyes for once. Since I don’t have a clock, I have no idea how long I slept.

‘What?’ I asked Suza.

‘Master wants to see you’ he said, helping me to get off the box.

I nodded and wondered what’s coming for me.

‘What time is it?’ I asked Suza.

‘Fifteen minutes to eleven’ he said and signaled me to follow him.

Soon we came across the same farm where other men were working and again, I could see their hungry eyes peeping on me.

‘Go wash yourself first. You need to look fresh’ Suza said and signaled towards a tap at the middle of the farm.

It was surprising. While he was showing the mansion, I saw so many washrooms. Couldn’t I use one of them? I guess no.

‘I also have to pee’ I said in a slow voice.

Suza nodded and signaled towards a covered place on the other side of the farm. It’s hard to say what it was because its walls were nearly as high as my waist only. Also, it was covered from three sides only. It didn’t had a door or anything for privacy.

‘Suza, I also need to pee’ I said again as if trying to remind him of my feminism, but in answer, he signaled the same filthy bathroom.

Well, by that time I really had to pee so I rushed to that ugly place.

It was humiliating. Yes, it was a bathroom indeed, and although no doors, the way to inside was somehow private where nobody could see me pee, but it had such small walls that my upper body, my face particularly, was visible to every person in the farm. It was so disgusting because every man was trying to sneak a peek of what I was doing there, even after knowing that I was urinating. I tried my best to hide myself but it was useless. All I could do is to lower my head, avoid any sort of eye contact from anyone and get out of that nightmare as soon as possible. I never felt so humiliated while peeing, maybe because I never peed in public, with people watching my expression while urination.

Soon after I finished, I rushed towards the tap to wash myself. That place was empty with just a tap and nothing else. I guess its purpose was to water the flowers. While washing face, I suddenly realized I was so much bent that my upper back legs were available for the desperate eyes all around the farm. Immediately I tried to make my skirt, cover myself, and got in a proper position. For a girl of my age, it’s so difficult to maintain a proper posture, and that too in a half skirt. One mistake and your private part will be public. Earlier, I didn’t really care much about these small things, but here I am surrounded by men only. I needed to protect myself.

After I was done with washing and all, Suza escorted me to the mansion where the master was waiting for me. We were at the very entry of building which had large open windows. He was sitting in a round chair with a notebook and a pen, as if ready to interview me in person. After I was inside, Suza left but left the doors and windows open. I don’t know if that was a mistake or intentional.

As I stood there at the entrance, the master signaled me to get closer. With slow steps and pacing heart, I lowered my eyes and took heavy steps towards my master. This time I remembered to keep my hand at the back and keep my head down, the ideal posture of a slave.

‘You were called Kira, right?’ he asked the first question and I replied with a slow nod.

‘Ok. From now you will be called slave K, understood?’ he said.

I didn’t think my name would be changed on the very first day. Well, K sounds ok to me. It’s short and sweet.

‘When I say something, don’t just nod. Answer properly’ he commented at my nods.

‘Ok master’ I said immediately, keeping my eyes to the floor.

‘Ok will not do. You need to thank me for everything, even for the pain you get’ he instructed.

‘Ok master’ I said, not knowing how to reply properly as he asked.

‘Thank you for the name you gave me, master’ I replied, this time properly as he said.

He nodded and I got to say, he was satisfied with my answer.

‘Good girl. Now let me inspect you’ he ordered and for a second I didn’t know his meaning.

I mean I was just standing before him. He was seeing me completely, how can I be more visible? Well, he too knew that I was unable to understand him.

‘K, I want you to undress, now. Remove whatever you are wearing’ he elaborated and for a moment, I shivered.

Ah. That gave also me goosebumps and cold sweats. Although I knew this moment would come at some point of time, I didn’t know it would come so early, after few minutes of my arrival. I thought I was being called just for a formal meet, a kind of interview and yes, it was an interview indeed, but who thought I had to be naked as well.

For a few seconds, I stood answerless, thinking of my next step, because my self-respect & my life’s dignity depended on it.

‘Come on. Don’t be so bashful. I am your master, I own you now’ he added.

I was still in an ocean of confusion on how to undress just like that, although I knew my dignity or self-respect, or even me being a girl didn’t matter anything to him. Well, actually the confusion wasn’t of getting nude in front of my master, but the place where I was, had large open windows. Even the main gate of the mansion, the one behind me, was completely open. Stripping there would make my body visible to everyone outside, tp all those men who were trying to sneak on me while I was peeing.

‘Is there some confusion, K?’ master asked, seeing my confused and scared expressions.

I nodded a little.

‘With due respect master, please forgive me for this, but if I remove my cloths here, everyone outside will see me’ I said boldly.

I don’t know what impression my reply created on my master, because he took a deep breath.

‘I understand but how long will you protect yourself from getting exposed. Nakedness is just a state of mind and is responsible for your fears and anxiety. Once you learn not to care about your body, about your private parts, you’ll be free from this unworthy beauty’ he tried to explain but I didn’t even get a word of what he meant.

How can a girl of twenties stop caring about her body? How can she get naked in front of so many men?

All life I cared for my body, protected it from everyone, and now I am being ordered to strip completely. I was just too scared & confused for what the master asked but deep down I knew that my disobedience won’t bring anything good, but will just drag me into trouble.

While I was in my thoughts, master, out of nowhere, stood up from his chair and slapped me harshly on my cheeks. It was so hard that I almost fell, but somehow I balanced myself and stood up. I felt my cheek burning & I could still sense his rough fingers on my delicate cheek. One of my ears also turned half numb.

‘I hope this will help you decide better’ he said and sat back into the chair.

That one slap made me remember who I was and where I was. This was no ordinary life. I was a slave, standing in front of my master. There was no logic of thinking much, or disobeying. Slowly and steadily, I realized my eyes were wet with tears. Never in my life was I slapped in cheeks and that too by a man. Well, he was my master now, and since I didn’t obey him, I deserved that slap, even more than that.

‘Am so sorry for my behavior, master’ I said with tears running through my numb cheek.

Then without much delay, I slowly started to undress, first my top and then my skirt. Master was right, that tight slap was hard enough to let go my bashfulness and confusion. Now I wasn’t scared of people outside but feared what would happen if that slap came again, if the man sitting before me got really angry.

Once I was only in my black panty & bra, I stood in the same position as before, head down and hand behind the back.

‘You know, this is your problem K, and I got to say, you’ve earned yourself a punishment, that too in your first day itself. Disobedience is a felony and you’ll be so sorry for this’ he commented and I knew the reason for those words.

Even after his regular orders, I didn’t get undressed completely. I still had my panties and bra on me and I still curse myself for that act. The punishment was coming for me, I was sure of it, but the question was when and how. It was so immature of me to disobey him time and again.

Without increasing my crime meter, I instantly unhooked my bra and slipped off my panties. My heart bested, fastened, my hairs muscles contracted and my stomach churned as I was slipping my panties off my waist towards my foot. The day has come when I had to lay everything I own. There I was, standing without clothes, naked in front of my master. My eyes were still down, cheeks still wet and red. My heart was still paced and although it was cold outside, my body was sweaty. Since before today I didn’t stand naked in front of any man, I could exactly feel my butts, vaginas, and other private parts. It’s more like a sensation, fear of some ugly future.

Looking a girl of twenty standing without clothes, I could see my master getting a boner, as like any other man. Although he wore tight jeans, I could see his thing rising, getting harder. Like a glass of wine, he was enjoying me in installments, part by part. His eyes were staring me up to down, and again down to up. He was checking me out in the worst possible manner, and all I could do do is to keep my eyes down and hand on butts.

‘K. You have a beautiful body’ he applauded after inspecting me for a few minutes.

Even though I was standing naked in public, that applaud brought a smile in my lips.

‘Thank you master’ I said in a low voice.

‘Do you feel a little confident now?’ he asked.

I nodded softly, although I was still worried about people outside.

‘Good. Now stretch those legs and widen your arms’ he said.

This time I didn’t wait but stretched my legs and arms. Sure, I was feeling a little confident now but my eyes were still on the floor.

‘Stretch your legs to the fullest’ he said and I was unable to grasp why I was being asked to behave as some gymnasts.

Well, I did exactly as he asked, stretched my legs and arms. Now he stood up and came closer. I feared it was the time of second slap but it wasn’t. He came to smell me instead. He touched his nose to my hair, he took a deep breath. I was somehow relaxed by that breath because it was a good sign. He then came closer and slipped one of his fingers in my cheek. Maybe he was seeing how soft my skin was. For a few seconds, his fingers examined my face and neck, and then slowly slide towards my breast, belly, waist, and finally my main thing. That feeling is hard to describe when someone else’s fingers examine your vagina for the very first time. I was a lot of things at the same time, bashful, nervous, and most importantly, exited. I could sense alien hormones emerging inside me, leaving me with mixed feelings.
Well, master’s finger stopped after rubbing my pussy twice or thrice but I was ready for even more. My fences were open to welcome anything inside. I was just too excited. My breath was higher than ever and I think master knew what was going inside me but instead of fulfilling my desires, he left me with my thirst.

‘Now turn back and get in the same position’ he said.

Now he wanted to explore the other half of my body. I did the same and exposed my back to the master. Well, I forgot all about it but as I turned towards the other side, facing towards the main entry, I saw everyone in a position of halt. They all were standing, looking at me, and were enjoying a nude girl’s body in real. That one feeling killed my desires and hormones.
They were seeing me standing naked with my legs and arms stretched and I could do nothing about it. Never in my life had I imagined of such a scenario, such humiliation, even when I signed the slave agreement. I thought I would be naked just in front of my master but this? This is even worse than my worst nightmare and I was living it for real.

Suddenly I realized my master’s finger was on my back neck, and like before it started slipping towards my loin, back waist, all towards my butts. Well, that feeling of desire and hormones, it came back. It was like my master’s fingers had some magic. In a mixed feeling of public humiliation and desire, I lowered my eyes and stopped looking at people staring at my naked body.

‘Ok, now bend your legs a little, like a chair’ master ordered after his visual and finger inspection got over.

I did as he asked. I bent my legs as some chair but that position was hard to withstand. Soon I felt my legs burning. I was in pain. Meanwhile, the master came closer to my butts and without a signal, pushed his middle fingers inside my ass. That feeling was amazing as well as humiliating. Amazing as like a drop of water to thirsty throats, and humiliating because his fingers may get dirty from my anus. I thought it was just an inspection of my butts but to my surprise, he pulled his fingers even deeper into my ass, almost inside my anus.

How I was feeling is impossible to describe until you are in a similar situation. First, I was naked and bent as a chair, and second, he even started moving his finger which was completely inside my anus, inspecting me and my ass in a naughty way. I felt both painful and pleasurable at the same time. All I wanted was to shout with joy but somehow I held my feeling. I am not shy to say but that was one of the best times of my life.

Well, after exploring inside for a minute or two, his finger finally came out of my hole. It was sad but what was even worse that I could feel my ass a little dirty with shit. Was it voluntary or I somehow lost control?

‘What have I done? How could I lose control like this?’ I asked myself.

I was already feeling guilty for what happened and was ready to do anything to reverse it back. I wonder what impact it had on the master. Even his finger would be covered with shit.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you. Don’t you have control over your filthy ass?’ he screamed as soon as he realized that he had shit on his fingers.

I had no answer. The crime was already committed and it was the time for payback.

‘You insignificant filthy bitch, how dare you’ he screamed and kicked in my bent ass.

Well, as I was already bent as a chair, it was a perfect position to receive his strong kick in my lower butt. That powerful knock made me close my legs and in an instant, my hands got into my lower ass. I was in so much pain. I got to admit that the kick was so powerfully composed that I almost lost consciousness and fell on the floor holding my lower ass. I was in immense pain, like getting a bullet shot in the back. I even started whining like a little baby. The pain was unbearable.

To my surprise, master didn’t calm by seeing me crying, but brutally grabbed my hairs instead, and pulled me up with force, almost like trying to make me stand. Now the pain of my hairs getting plugged was even more than what was in my ass. It was a torture of third-degree, as if I committed a felony.

‘Get in your knees, bitch’ he screamed and pushed his fingers into my cheek, so as to open my mouth.

I was having a very hard time grasping of what was going on and why was I treated even worse than animals. I just came today, didn’t even do any major mistake that could lead to such harsh treatment. I was just crying hard like a baby, screaming for the multiple versions of pain I was going through.

Meanwhile, he was still holding my mouth open, and soon I realized why I was treated like that. He didn’t want to wash his fingers which were full of my shit, but wanted me to taste it rather. Without much delay, he inserted that dirty smelly fingers into my mouth and signaled me to lick it till it was clean.

Crying with pain and humiliation, I had no choice but to do exactly what he wanted. I licked my own shit and cleaned his fingers. It was so ugly, smelly and abusing. That one moment made me realize that no matter what or who I was yesterday, now I was no better than a pig to him. He could use me in any way he likes.

‘This is what happens when you try to get your master’s hands dirty, you filthy worthless piece of shit’ he commented after I licked all shit out of his fingers.

With wet eyes, I knelt in silence, head down, still sobbing at my situation.

‘Did you forget what I told you earlier?’ he tried to remind me of something and I remembered it immediately, before the situation got even worse.

‘I am sorry for my behavior, master, and I thank you for punishing me’ I replied with slow sobs and tears.

‘Good girl. I hope this interview will give you a brief insight of your position in front of my eyes’ he said.

I nodded, understanding him completely.

‘I will try to be more obedient, master. Sorry again for my behavior’ I said, realizing of who I was now.

He smiled and called Suza and then ordered him to take me for a quick wash and make me understand my role in this mansion. With smelly mouth and hurting ass, I somehow wore my clothes. My hairs looked like bush and I was still in a lot of pain but Suza almost dragged me towards the room which had the box.