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)
Yes and no…
No, because a real girl sent by my brutal master to seduce me, I understood, would have found me nearly as easy. Candy’s hand on my caned bottom, reminding me wordlessly that I belonged to a man who knew how to discipline a wanton, disobedient, still in some ways very innocent young bed girl like me… her gentle, knowing fingertips had called forth my need and her belonging to the same master had somehow authorized my dark desire for her. A real girl in that same position probably could have seduced me almost as effectively.
Yes, because the idea that the gorgeous, naked young woman kissing me and finger-fucking my pussy wasn’t real—that instead of having needs and wishes of her own, she served our master as a perfect tool—seemed to have made her seduction completely irresistible.
I could imagine pushing a real girl away, at least at first—at least before she had knelt down on the tiled floor behind me, maybe, and offered to put soothing gel on my punished backside. A real girl would have had the chance to triumph over me, I realized, for seducing me. She could have told our master with pride that she had made me succumb to my wanton nature, my forbidden need—a need so great I would give into another woman’s lewd caresses as long as my sluttiness could find some satisfaction.
But Candy could bring me shamefully close to coming as I rode her caressing hand like a lewd saddle, could break the embrace suddenly to turn me toward the wall and lean me over, hands on the tile as, yes, she knelt behind me. She could put her hands up to hold my bottom, open it, put her face there, lick as I cried out over and over… all without any idea that I had the slightest choice.
My bed sister, after all, couldn’t do anything but what Master Hendryk wanted her to do. If I refused, he would whip me. This forbidden pleasure with another girl… my owner wanted me to feel it. I pushed my bottom back, riding Candy’s face as I had ridden her hand. My cries echoed off the tiles.
Master Hendryk’s voice said, from outside the shower stall, “Don’t let her come.”
CHAPTER 11
Renee
Master Hendryk made us dry each other off while he watched. I wouldn’t have supposed that getting dry could be as sensual an experience as getting wet—at least in the conventional, mostly innocent sense of taking a hot shower or swimming in the ocean. Candy, it seemed, knew otherwise, or perhaps her super-brain simply let her improvise a way to keep my pussy wet even as she got the rest of me dry.
“Her pussy is so nice and smooth!” Candy exclaimed to Master Hendryk as she rubbed the fluffy white towel between my legs gently and for a good deal longer than necessary to get me dry. We still stood in the vast shower stall, and our owner stood just outside it, watching with a smile of what seemed like satisfaction on his face.
Candy had turned her face over her shoulder to comment on how well the Institute aesthetician had done in waxing me the day before the auction, but now she turned to me and said, “I can’t grow hair on mine unless Master decides to enable that feature.” She turned back to look at Master Hendryk. “Is she as smooth as me, Master? Did she feel nice on your cock?”
It was the kind of casually degrading dirty talk I had heard over and over from trainers at the Institute—not Master G, so much, but many of the other training masters. In the mouth of the girl I had to think of as my bed sister, though, it seemed to take me to a completely new level of humiliation.
“Candy,” Master Hendryk said, “that’s unkind. Yes, Renee was just as smooth as you are last night and her little pussy felt just as good as yours did when I fucked you this morning. She’ll start to grow her hair again soon, and you’ll learn to wax her for me.”
I felt my brow furrow, and the heat surged into my face. Thoughts and feelings boiled up in my chest, and as seemed almost normal in Master Hendryk’s house at this point, I couldn’t count them, or name more than the most obvious ones: embarrassment and anxiety. I didn’t understand Candy at all, and I understood Master Hendryk almost as little.
But the blue nightgown meant just what you thought it meant, didn’t it? Your master fucked his fake girl’s pussy while he rested your holes, to let them recover from the brutal fucking he gave you in all of them last night.
“Oh,” Candy said when she turned back to me, “look at her blush. I’m sorry, Renee.”
“That’s…” I started, fumbling for words. “That’s okay… but…”