Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Candy gets another orgasm,” our owner said. “Renee gets a spanking.”
“Oh, no,” I sobbed. I started to pull my face away from the artificial girl’s backside, intending to plead with Master Hendryk not to spank me. His right hand pressed on the back of my head, forcing my mouth back to its shameful duty. Then, in what felt like a microsecond, that hand rose and came down, not only on my pussy thank God but equally on my bottom.
I cried out, but the pain didn’t take over; Master Hendryk seemed able to judge his sexual discipline with great precision. I still had enough presence of mind to keep pleasuring Candy, my tongue lapping desperately at her clit.
Another spank came down. My back arched as I whimpered and kept licking. Candy moaned, her knees bouncing and her hips thrusting. I thought I could tell that she meant to try to make her climax come on as quickly as possible, and to my surprise my heart filled with something like affection—the first time, I realized, that I had responded to her entirely the way I would have responded to a real girl.
“Now,” Master Hendryk said, as he spanked me again, “let me see if I can explain to you, Renee, what it’s going to mean for you to have an AI bed sister… beyond, obviously, having to pleasure her when I tell you to.”
His hand rose and fell. My whole body bucked at the sharp stab of pain, and the way it instantly spread through my hips with a dull heat that shaded achingly from pain to need—the desperate longing for the further release my master had denied me.
The hand returned, neither to spank me nor to satisfy me: Master Hendryk merely rested it there, holding my pussy and my bottom possessively but very lightly, as if he intended me to understand that those parts of me belonged to him absolutely despite his choice not to do anything with them just at the moment. I sobbed my acknowledgment of his arrogance and his dominance into the warm, rosy, muskily fragrant, shamefully forbidden world of Candy’s shuddering backside. Sobbing over and over, I kept licking, tasting the tang of the other girl’s feminine need, trying to make her come.
“What you must understand, my dear,” Master Hendryk said in a light, almost teasing tone, “is that Candy can’t help but think of herself as a real girl, while at the same time knowing she’s not.”
Candy let out a long, deep moan that almost turned into a wail by the time she ran out of breath and fell into silence. Her knees bounced more and more quickly.
“See how hard a time she’s having coming, now?” Master Hendryk asked. “Her body’s exhausted from all the orgasms she had during her punishment, just the way yours would be.”
His right hand rose. I cried out with fear, into Candy’s ceaselessly moving bottom, before I felt the spank and heard it echo off the bathroom walls, and then I whimpered at the pain and the need that followed it. This slow spanking seemed somehow even more brutal than our master’s usual cruelly businesslike rhythm, when he clearly wanted to make a girl he owned feel as much pain as possible.
I remembered how he had told me last night at the auction that punishment was always sexual for him. I thought of his cock, of how it felt inside me and of how hard it seemed to get when he punished a girl. A shudder of helpless arousal went through my limbs as the memory of my master’s hardness thrusting painfully in the tight ring of my anus met the sensation of his right hand returning to my bottom and my pussy.
“That’s why Candy will help me so much as I train you to serve my cock, Renee. They went easy on you at the Institute because they seem to have thought you were an angel.”
CHAPTER 14
Renee
Oh, no. The thought Master Hendryk had placed in my mind, the idea that I had been wrong—that Master G had been wrong—about me… it made me push my backside up and out against his big hand, as if my body were trying to show him how angelic I could be.
I am an angel. I’m obeying my owner’s shameful command to go down on another girl right now, aren’t I?
I found myself planting little kisses on Candy’s needy clit, trying to make her understand too—that even though it felt so degrading to have to pleasure her this way, still I liked it because our master wanted to see me do it.
I am an angel.
Last night… and this morning, with Candy… when I felt rebellious… when my master had to cane me… that’s because… because…
Because I knew I wasn’t really an angel—any more than Candy was really a submissive girl. Meaning… meaning… we both were those things, but also not…