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)
I had made it within a yard of the open bathroom door when I heard a feminine voice say from the other side of the room, “Oh, you got up! I saw on the dashboard that you were awake, but I thought you would stay in bed for a few minutes.”
In a rush a part of my memory from last night that had eluded me as I had reconstructed the ordeal with my waking mind came back: Candy… the AI bed girl… Master Hendryk’s other sexual servant… the sexbot whose pussy gripped his cock as tightly as mine did.
I hadn’t actually even realized until that moment that I had no clothes on. They had put me in a warm coat after the auction and I had traveled in it all the way from the Institute to my new owner’s home. I vaguely remembered Master Hendryk taking it from my shoulders and then lifting my babydoll nightgown over my head before he had picked me up to carry me to bed. I hadn’t even been able to utter a murmur of protest at what had seemed like another reminder of the cruelty of the man who had bought me.
I felt my face go bright red as I turned toward the voice. My hands, contrary to every bit of my Institute training, flew to cover my breasts and my bare pussy. Down below, to my horror, I felt the effect of Candy’s startling me in the form of a mortifying little flow of warm pee onto my inner thigh.
I let out a little cry of surprise and alarm and humiliation, all mingled into one sound. Instinctively, my fingers clutched between my thighs in a futile attempt to stop the release of the golden liquid. I felt myself wet those fingers even more before I managed to stop my bladder from continuing the stream, despite how I ached to let it go.
The heat in my face blazed like a furnace at my certainty of just how obvious my accident would be to my new bed sister, and as I laid eyes on her for the first time I could see that she had indeed fixed her gaze downward toward the place I had just wet with my horrifying loss of control.
Candy giggled. As my lips parted in shock that any girl, even an AI girl, would giggle at my shameful predicament, I saw her brilliant blue eyes grow troubled: she hadn’t wanted to giggle, I realized, and her face was doing a very passable job of showing compassion and repentance.
Does she actually feel sympathy, though? I wondered, my mind reeling with the discovery that Candy didn’t seem artificial in the slightest—immature and perhaps even a little insensitive, yes, but I couldn’t think of her as a sexbot after hearing that giggle and seeing the facial expression that followed it.
My mind raced as I looked at the beautiful blonde girl in her blue babydoll nightgown, of a very similar design to the Institute’s uniforms but with a few more frills—a mesh-lace bodice, most notably, that showed off Candy’s perfect breasts with their quarter-sized pink nipples. Also, overall, a slightly more sheer fabric. I felt my brow furrow as I couldn’t help looking downward myself, and observing that I could see the smooth cleft of my new bed sister’s private lips through the skirt of the revealing garment.
And I, of course, had nothing on at all.
“I’m sorry,” Candy said, her voice sounding as contrite as any real girl’s could have. “I shouldn’t have giggled, but… I couldn’t help it, really. They gave me what they call an impish personality!”
My brow furrowed even more deeply as I tried to think this news through. Candy went on speaking.
“You shouldn’t cover yourself like that, though. Master doesn’t like it. He had to give me the strap to teach me not to hide my body from him!”
The strangeness seemed just to be piling up, or swirling around like a denser and denser fog of confusion. I wanted to ask how an artificial girl, designed to please a dominant man like Master Hendryk, could possibly have forgotten what every Institute concubine learned on her first day—not to try to keep a master’s eyes from her private parts. I had forgotten it, yes, but I was just a regular human and Master Hendryk wasn’t even in the room.
As the questions filled my mind, though, the surprise of Candy’s arrival had worn off and my bladder’s terrible fullness came back into my awareness so sharply that I let out a little whimper and bit my lip, my face contorting into a pout of distress.
Candy’s face became even more sympathetic.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, you need to pee, don’t you? Go ahead, I know you don’t want to wet yourself again—I’ll come with you and we can talk in the bathroom!”