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 think you’re dry, girls,” Master Hendryk interrupted. “Come here and touch your toes, Candy. You have a punishment coming for what you said.”
“Yes, Master,” Candy replied, and padded out of the shower stall, handing the towel to me.
“Bottom to Renee,” our owner said, taking her arm firmly and positioning her before he bent her over so that I could see every intimate secret of her beautiful rear end. Candy’s pussy was indeed smooth and pink and girlish, a pouting slit of a rosier hue peeking out from the cleft of her outer lips. Between the cane-marked cheeks of her bottom her little anus looked like the bud of a flower. I blushed anew as I wondered whether mine were that pretty, and how often Master Hendryk had used his artificial girl that way, and whether he would use my bottom with that same frequency.
Candy let out a little cry as our master folded her like a piece of origami paper, and all my questions began to seethe inside me. Just how real was she? She had already shown me the six fading double lines from the caning she said she had gotten last week for being sassy. She had said it had hurt a lot, but I couldn’t really even tell what that meant. Her cry had sounded like the sort of fearful noise real girls—like the ones I had seen punished many times at the Institute—made when about to receive an old-fashioned obedience lesson, but surely Selecta could design a fake girl who made realistic sounding noises and yet didn’t actually feel pain?
“Hold your ankles,” Master Hendryk commanded. Candy gave a whimper as she obeyed.
Master Hendryk stood on her left side and took her right hip into his grasp to keep her in place. I noticed fully for the first time that he had on a robe very much like the ones the training masters at the Institute wore. Master Hendryk’s was charcoal gray, and I swallowed hard as I wondered whether he had anything on underneath. Master G had worn the special pants that left his penis free to enjoy his girls as he chose.
“Watch, Renee,” he commanded, as if I could do anything else.
I thought he would start spanking Candy’s upturned bottom, but when he put his right hand there, to my surprise he took hold of her exposed pussy and began working it very roughly with his long fingers. At the same time, he pushed his thumb against the tight ring of her anus.
Candy moaned. She began to bounce on her bent knees, trying to rub herself against Master Hendryk’s hand even more firmly. I watched his fingers, dipping inside the rosy sheath of her vagina, come out glistening and slick so that he could masturbate her clit more easily.
I had the fluffy white towel out in front of me. That had just been the way I held it when Candy handed it to me, but it started to seem like a kind of shield as Master Hendryk drew sobs of forced pleasure mingled with discomfort from the bent-over girl, his eyes fixed on me the entire time.
At the Institute I had had to get used to the feeling—shared by all the girls there, our teachers assured us—of helpless arousal at the suffering of our fellow bed girls. I had thought I knew how strong it could get inside me, and what it felt like. Nothing, though, had prepared me for how the sight of Master Hendryk punishing Candy with pleasure affected me.
“Drop the towel, Renee,” he said, not raising his voice into any obvious sort of authoritative tone, but nevertheless issuing the abrupt command with a kind of casual arrogance that sent an unwelcome electric thrill to my clit. “I want you to play with yourself while you watch me punish your bed sister.”
My hands clutched the soft terrycloth more tightly instead.
“I… I…” I stammered. I had never masturbated before my arrival at the Institute. Master G had taught me—or really had instructed me to teach myself. He had watched me bring myself to orgasm for the first time, with mortifying awkwardness. Then he had made me do it every night in bed to help me get in touch with my submissive needs. I had kind of gotten used to that, but it still felt very embarrassing even all by myself in the dark.
To have my frightening new owner command the shameful act so brusquely sent me into a panicky, defensive state on its own. Much worse, though, my confused and terribly confusing thoughts and feelings about Candy made the idea of touching my pussy while Master Hendryk disciplined her this breathtakingly humiliating way seem impossible—partly because my mind felt so desperate to understand what it all meant and partly because to my dismay I wanted to play with myself so very much.