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The hand on my neck moved further down to stroke my back… to pet me as if I were a domesticated animal, perhaps even a valuable one of the kind a man trains to make it an even more pleasing addition to his collection.
“Good girl,” Master Hendryk said, beginning to pull his cock from my anus at last. “That was a lovely ass-fuck, especially for your first time.”
I bit my lip hard, hoping that maybe the pain from my teeth would distract me from the unwelcome swelling of pride inside my chest, a pride that came along with a greater measure of abject humiliation.
My master’s cock left me, and my little ring closed at last. My cheeks heated again as I felt his seed trickle from the tiny hole he had deflowered.
“Lovely, definitely,” I heard Miss Charlotte say. “Congratulations, Mr. Vanderbruggen. And I’m sure Renee’s bottom will only grow more pleasing on your cock with daily use back there.”
CHAPTER8
Renee
Master Hendryk’s house had seven bedrooms. I remembered him telling me that, in response to my mumbled, exhausted question the previous night, as I woke up. He had put me to bed in what must be the biggest one of all, in what could only be his own enormous bed. As I came gradually out of sleep the morning after the auction, I could literally feel the splendor of my new surroundings in the crisp but indescribably soft blue sheets and the impossibly puffy down comforter in which I found myself nestled.
We had gotten there via private jet and luxury limo, in the small hours of the morning. I hadn’t had the mental energy to contemplate my darkened surroundings as, very much to my surprise, Master Hendryk had literally put me to bed. He had actually picked me up and laid me atop that vast, soft mattress, then covered me up with the top sheet and the comforter.
He had stooped and kissed me gently on my mouth. I had made a small questioning noise, I remembered now, which I supposed I had meant as an expression of surprise: my owner hadn’t, after all, taken me straight to a dungeon and chained me to the wall of a cell with room enough only for a straw pallet and a chamber pot.
I had kissed him back, sleepily, my lips yielding readily to his dominant mouth, his firmly probing tongue. I hadn’t even wondered why my brutal master had decided to display such affection, or why I responded to it as if I liked him, rather than stood in abject terror of him. Then I had fallen so fast asleep that waking felt like it happened only a microsecond later.
The sun, clearly high in the sky, cast a thin but intense ray between the heavy curtains and onto the bed. I felt like an utterly new person, just because of the surroundings and the dislocation of such heavy slumber. That feeling of newness—into which my mind and heart mixed what seemed like equal measures of elation and anxiety—overwhelmed me even before I became aware enough of my body to sense all the uncomfortable effects of Master Hendryk’s rough use of me the night before.
He had obviously gotten out of bed some time ago, but the other side of the huge bed had its covers rumpled, so he must have slept next to me. That very thought made my forehead crease and sent a little shiver through me, again a confusing alloy of happiness and fear. For a moment I stared up at the sumptuous coffered ceiling with its gilded molding and tried to unpack my emotions. Hadn’t I experienced this—the luxury, the splendor, the soreness down there from a master’s enjoyment—when I woke up at the Institute only a few weeks before? Hadn’t Master G prepared me to serve the man who had purchased me in a similar setting, just like this one?
To my dismay, my bladder told me I couldn’t spend the time necessary to puzzle these questions out here in bed. Master Hendryk had made me hydrate fully on the journey from the Institute on the west coast to his home in the Midwest, and as my body roused itself the effect made itself urgently known—so urgently that I had to bite my lip and roll over to see if I could find the way to the bathroom.
I saw it, thankfully, but the action of rolling brought a little sob of discomfort to my lips. The sensation of sorenesseverywheredown there nearly made me let go a little of my desperately clenching hold on what felt like an ocean of pee.
I scrambled out of the bed and started to walk on gingerly feet toward the bathroom door. I could see gleaming red and white tile and shiny chrome fixtures. Like the bed, the sheets, the cloud-like comforter, it looked like the contents of the huge bathroom had come from a royal palace.
Every step felt like a little bit of renewed punishment. The bruises on my bottom from the cane and the soreness of my pussy and my anus seemed to shoot reminders of Master Hendryk’s discipline and pleasure each time my foot came down on the soft gray carpet and I shifted my weight forward. The effort of tensing my pelvic muscles over and over to keep my pee inside me brought a new and slightly different wave of discomfort as I covered the ground between me and blessed release.
I had made it within a yard of the open bathroom door when I heard a feminine voice say from the other side of the room, “Oh, you got up! I saw on the dashboard that you were awake, but I thought you would stay in bed for a few minutes.”
In a rush a part of my memory from last night that had eluded me as I had reconstructed the ordeal with my waking mind came back: Candy… the AI bed girl… Master Hendryk’s other sexual servant… the sexbot whose pussy gripped his cock as tightly as mine did.
I hadn’t actually even realized until that moment that I had no clothes on. They had put me in a warm coat after the auction and I had traveled in it all the way from the Institute to my new owner’s home. I vaguely remembered Master Hendryk taking it from my shoulders and then lifting my babydoll nightgown over my head before he had picked me up to carry me to bed. I hadn’t even been able to utter a murmur of protest at what had seemed like another reminder of the cruelty of the man who had bought me.
I felt my face go bright red as I turned toward the voice. My hands, contrary to every bit of my Institute training, flew to cover my breasts and my bare pussy. Down below, to my horror, I felt the effect of Candy’s startling me in the form of a mortifying little flow of warm pee onto my inner thigh.
I let out a little cry of surprise and alarm and humiliation, all mingled into one sound. Instinctively, my fingers clutched between my thighs in a futile attempt to stop the release of the golden liquid. I felt myself wet those fingers even more before I managed to stop my bladder from continuing the stream, despite how I ached to let it go.
The heat in my face blazed like a furnace at my certainty of just how obvious my accident would be to my new bed sister, and as I laid eyes on her for the first time I could see that she had indeed fixed her gaze downward toward the place I had just wet with my horrifying loss of control.
Candy giggled. As my lips parted in shock that any girl, even an AI girl, would giggle at my shameful predicament, I saw her brilliant blue eyes grow troubled: she hadn’t wanted to giggle, I realized, and her face was doing a very passable job of showing compassion and repentance.
Does she actuallyfeelsympathy, though?I wondered, my mind reeling with the discovery that Candy didn’t seem artificial in the slightest—immature and perhaps even a little insensitive, yes, but I couldn’t think of her as a sexbot after hearing that giggle and seeing the facial expression that followed it.
My mind raced as I looked at the beautiful blonde girl in her blue babydoll nightgown, of a very similar design to the Institute’s uniforms but with a few more frills—a mesh-lace bodice, most notably, that showed off Candy’s perfect breasts with their quarter-sized pink nipples. Also, overall, a slightly more sheer fabric. I felt my brow furrow as I couldn’t help looking downward myself, and observing that I could see the smooth cleft of my new bed sister’s private lips through the skirt of the revealing garment.
And I, of course, had nothing on at all.
“I’m sorry,” Candy said, her voice sounding as contrite as any real girl’s could have. “I shouldn’t have giggled, but… I couldn’t help it, really. They gave me what they call animpishpersonality!”
My brow furrowed even more deeply as I tried to think this news through. Candy went on speaking.
“You shouldn’t cover yourself like that, though. Master doesn’t like it. He had to give me the strap to teach me not to hide my body from him!”
