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)
Another girl… but not a real girl? The question echoed through my mind—did he whip the AI concubine, too? Surely she must obey him without question, no matter how degrading or uncomfortable the duty Master Hendryk demanded of her.
But I had seen it in his eyes before, and I saw it now as he took a position right behind me but far enough to my left that he could maintain eye contact: my new owner liked to punish girls. Would he whip her, even though she couldn’t disobey him? That thought sent a cold thrill of fear up my spine.
But why would he need me, if he had her? Couldn’t he get his fill of whipping girls’ bare bottoms with the help of a sexbot?
Of course not, my mind whispered, seeing the crazy logic even in my fear. He’s a wealthy man. He collects girls and he enjoys them as he pleases. He collected the AI girl, and he’s collected me, and he’ll undoubtedly punish us both whenever he feels like it.
“Hello, Renee,” Master Hendryk said, his tone calm and pleasant. “It’s nice to meet you. I’d say that I’m sorry I have to whip you before I fuck you for the first time, but I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression. I’m not sorry at all—as Candy, your new bed sister, would surely tell you.”
CHAPTER 3
Renee
Candy… your new bed sister…
Surely being a member of Master G’s training group had prepared me for the kind of kinky polyamorous household so many of the Institute’s clients maintained. I knew I would share my master with as many other girls as he wanted to fuck. I knew he would share me with as many other men and women as he chose to favor with the pleasures my body could afford. None of this had anything to do with monogamy, or romance in any traditional sense.
I had had to learn, as had most of my fellow concubines-in-training, that our needs had a much darker side to them than the brightly colored needs of the girls in the romcoms.
Candy. Something about her name seemed to evoke all those shows and movies I had watched at my educational facility—EF 8917, the corporate-sponsored school that had served as my darker version of the idyllic sunlit high schools where girls with nicknames like Boopsie and Buffy and Candy dated the quarterback or the handsome nerd or the bad boy in the leather jacket.
Candy, my new bed sister. The image of a peppermint candy cane floated into my mind, and I swallowed hard. Striped with vivid red lines, just like my bottom is about to be.
Candy: a sweet little morsel to be savored in its buyer’s mouth.
Waiting at home… my new home… the home where Master Hendryk would bring me, after he had finished claiming me up here in front of this audience.
I felt all my training sliding away, out of my body and out of my mind. I couldn’t bear to look at my new owner anymore; I closed my eyes and turned my face forward. From out in the audience I heard a moan that I thought must belong to Deirdre, as her master forced pleasure on her after her spanking.
Something had gone off track. I tried to retrace the events of the last few minutes, looking for some way to understand my responses to these things I had felt so sure I was ready for.
Miss Charlotte had struck the podium with the auctioneer’s hammer. She had said, “Sold to Mr. Hendryk Vanderbruggen.” She had told me to climb atop the horse, just as all the other girls had done for their own first fuckings by their new owners.
I had felt reluctant to mount the horse and, worse, I had shown that reluctance. Suddenly, belonging to the man who had placed the highest bid… leaving the Institute to go home with him so that I could serve in his bed for at least a year… had seemed a much scarier idea than it had been during my preparation for precisely that under Master G’s firm hands.
Had I suddenly lost faith in everything the dean and my training master had told me about the Institute’s safeguards, its hyper-careful screening of the wealthy men and women who purchased their luxury product? Had I gotten scared that my new master would harm me—whether physically or psychologically? That seemed the obvious explanation, but I knew it didn’t actually account for what had just happened inside me.
To my dismay I heard the unmistakable creak of heavy masculine footsteps coming around to my left, downstage of the horse. I kept my eyes tightly closed, still trying to get hold of myself. I took a breath through my nose, but I had to open my mouth halfway through because I felt sure I wouldn’t get enough air, that I would faint from fear.