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)
My artificial girl… my monitor in how I trained Renee, though Candy herself didn’t, as far as I knew, have the slightest awareness of that function. The Institute used her eyes and ears, and some more advanced sensors whose existence I knew about from corporate memos—though even at my pay grade I didn’t have access to their specs or even their general description.
A little to my surprise, I realized that it helped to know that the Institute, and by extension Selecta Corporation, my own uber-bosses could backstop me if necessary. More than anything else, that told me that I had started to fall for Renee—the sudden realization that I cared very much indeed about whether the hard spank I had given her pussy had helped her along in her journey into full submission. If I had to discipline her even more harshly at some point—and my instincts told me I would, and probably very soon—I would be glad to know experts were looking out for my very expensive favorite toy.
I certainly didn’t need Selecta’s help at the moment, though; Renee and Candy had already started to come, both of them very hard indeed.
Renee
Master Hendryk’s fingers kept moving forcefully inside me as the first spasms of my orgasm took hold. I sobbed into Candy’s hot bottom, tasted her hot pussy. My nose pressed up against the tight ring of her anus, and the shame of this utterly servile position, this utterly obscene act of forbidden pleasure sent a terrible shudder through my hips. I had to arch my back harder in my need to get more of my master’s fingers inside me and to feel his hand possessing me in that arrogant way more intensely.
He spanked my pussy. Master G had never done that. I had seen it once, when Kelsey, one of the brats, had talked back to her training master in feminine pleasure class. She had had to lie on her back on a punishment horse, while another girl from her training group held her knees wide open. Then Master F had brought his huge hand down right on her bare, spread pussy three times. Kelsey had always struck me as a very hard case—one so hard I didn’t really understand even why a dominant man would want to own her when he could own an angel like me instead. She only ever grunted when she got the cane. Three hard spanks to her open pussy, though, had made her scream and wail like a little girl.
I had watched her whole vulva turn pink and then red, and I had bitten my lip hard to keep from whimpering in sympathy. Tears had pricked in the corners of my eyes and I had understood, I thought, why trainers used pussy spanking to correct the worst misconduct.
It didn’t only have to do with the terrible pain, I had thought I saw. Most of the punishment came from the even worse shame of having your pussy punished. To have the man who had complete authority over you visit that good-feeling but also fundamentally embarrassing place not with the pleasure he could give you if you behaved… not with his soothing, dominant hardness… but with the firm hand that kept you in line… it brought me close to tears even thinking about it—even when in my bed that night I couldn’t stop thinking about it. With terrible guilt, in fact, I had come while touching my own un-spanked pussy, with the image of Kelsey getting her just reward for talking back… of her opened wide, of her knees held back, of Master F’s hand coming down with a wet smack that had echoed off the classroom walls… of Kelsey screaming and screaming and the hand coming down twice more.
And now Master Hendryk had spanked me that way, just once but so hard that even as I came on his thrusting fingers I could still feel the soreness in my labia. It made me cry out all the louder into my bed sister’s pussy as I licked, desperate to make her feel the same terrible pleasure our owner forced on me.
His big hand held me there, so firmly that sharp pain from the cane’s welts traveled like tormenting electric shocks through the muscles of my backside, my bottom and my thighs and then my core. My nipples tingled. Without thinking about it, I reached my right hand up and started playing with my left breast, trying to make the climax fill that part of me, too, trying to make it go on and become another one, the way Master G had taught me I could.
“Did I tell you to touch your breasts, slut?” Master Hendryk asked harshly.
He took away his probing right hand. I cried out in fear. The hand came down, or it seemed rather up and into my pussy again. I screamed into Candy’s pussy. I heard her cry out and wondered if she could feel sympathy for the agony Master Hendryk had just bestowed. I ripped my hand away from my chest and put it at my side.