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)
“You… you can’t just say that!” I told her, spluttering almost like a cartoon character in my resentment. “Even… even Miss Charlotte, at the Institute… she’d never talk like that. You’re not… you’re not allowed to…”
My voice trailed away in the face of Candy’s nodding reaction, and the expression of understanding on her face.
“I know why you’re saying that!” she said brightly. “You get aroused when other girls humiliate you, almost as much as when a master humiliates you, but you don’t like it because it feels wrong even though you can’t help it.”
I opened my mouth as if I had something to say in response, but nothing came out. I closed it again, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of my position, naked on the toilet in front of Candy in her pretty blue nightgown, with the bruises on my bottom beginning to ache more intensely from sitting on the hard toilet seat. I broke the uncomfortable eye contact with the AI girl, turning my eyes toward the side to find the toilet paper and reaching out to take a few squares.
Distressingly, as I wiped myself Candy spoke again, in the same unwelcome vein.
“But I’m sure Master is going to degrade you much more—especially when I tell him you don’t like it when I watch you pee. And he’ll probably punish you for speaking sharply to me, too! And then maybe he’ll make you lick my pussy and my anus—or maybe he’ll make you do that while he whips you with the strap! He’s very creative!”
I had managed to finish with the toilet paper as she delivered this dismaying news. It hadn’t been at all easy to focus on getting myself dry, though. I had managed to learn to please a woman, under Master G’s tutelage, only by concentrating on the pleasure it gave my trainer to watch me do it. Thinking of Master Hendryk’s cold eyes, of him whipping me while I pleasured Candy, a thrill of mingled fear and need made my hand tremble violently as I dropped the paper into the toilet.
“Oh, you won’t like that at all, will you?” Candy continued, her voice sounding actually sympathetic, as if her artificial brain could both enjoy humiliating me and feel compassion for my feelings. “I have access to the sensor data on your body. Your pussy is getting wet, isn’t it? You don’t want to eat my pussy, but you know Master is going to make you do it, so it gets you aroused even though you don’t want to be aroused.”
I felt my face pucker into an expression of shame and resentment. The idea that Candy could tell the same things about me that Master G could—that this bed sister would know about the darkness of my needs—alarmed me terribly.
I stood up from the toilet, and immediately heard it start to flush automatically. I found the strength to look Candy in the eyes again, keeping my hands, curled into fists, in front of me so that I wouldn’t reflexively cover myself again.
“Look,” I said, “am I… am I allowed to ask you to leave me alone?”
With a bright smile on her face, the gorgeous blonde artificial girl shook her head.
“No, I’m sorry! Master told me we have to take our showers together this morning. I have to… you know… seduce you.”
I felt my brow furrow hard.
“Seduce me?” It seemed an odd word to use, especially out in the open like that. “Shouldn’t you… I mean… not be telling me that? If you want to actually seduce me?”
“Oh…” A puzzled expression crossed her face. “Master didn’t tell me not to tell you that part. Maybe it’s even more humiliating for you if you know I’m going to do it?”
I swallowed hard, feeling my face glow red once again. Despite myself, I had to admit she had a point, and that made the problem she had identified—my involuntary but growing arousal at this terribly degrading situation—even worse.
My mouth twisted to the side in grudging acceptance.
“Okay, well, if you don’t object, and you don’t think Master Hendryk will be mad, I’m going to get into the shower now.”
I tried to speak with some degree of sarcasm, attempting to get some control back over the situation—or at least over my own emotions. I expected Candy’s AI brain to take me literally and not recognize the irony, but I had underestimated her.
“Obviously Master won’t be angry, because that’s what he wants,” she said. “He might be angry when I tell him how you spoke about his wishes, though! I think you should know better, Renee, after getting the cane last night!”
My chest seemed to fill with so much emotion it would really have required three different girls to feel them all fully: anger, shame, fear… all of them, in all their different hues and meanings. Without meaning to, I put my right hand behind me to touch my whipped bottom, as if Candy’s dismaying reminder of last night needed an additional confirmation—as if something in me wanted to take on the role of an admonishing teacher, patting my well-punished bottom significantly as a way to ensure that my ongoing education didn’t suffer a setback.