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I stood up from the toilet, and immediately heard it start to flush automatically. I found the strength to look Candy in the eyes again, keeping my hands, curled into fists, in front of me so that I wouldn’t reflexively cover myself again.
“Look,” I said, “am I… am I allowed to ask you to leave me alone?”
With a bright smile on her face, the gorgeous blonde artificial girl shook her head.
“No, I’m sorry! Master told me we have to take our showers together this morning. I have to… you know… seduce you.”
I felt my brow furrow hard.
“Seduce me?” It seemed an odd word to use, especially out in the open like that. “Shouldn’t you… I mean… not be telling me that? If you want to actuallyseduceme?”
“Oh…” A puzzled expression crossed her face. “Master didn’t tell me not to tell you that part. Maybe it’s even more humiliating for you if you know I’m going to do it?”
I swallowed hard, feeling my face glow red once again. Despite myself, I had to admit she had a point, and that made the problem she had identified—my involuntary but growing arousal at this terribly degrading situation—even worse.
My mouth twisted to the side in grudging acceptance.
“Okay, well, if you don’t object, and you don’t think Master Hendryk will be mad, I’m going to get into the shower now.”
I tried to speak with some degree of sarcasm, attempting to get some control back over the situation—or at least over my own emotions. I expected Candy’s AI brain to take me literally and not recognize the irony, but I had underestimated her.
“Obviously Master won’t be angry, because that’s what he wants,” she said. “He might be angry when I tell him how you spoke about his wishes, though! I think you should know better, Renee, after getting the cane last night!”
My chest seemed to fill with so much emotion it would really have required three different girls to feel them all fully: anger, shame, fear… all of them, in all their different hues and meanings. Without meaning to, I put my right hand behind me to touch my whipped bottom, as if Candy’s dismaying reminder of last night needed an additional confirmation—as if something in me wanted to take on the role of an admonishing teacher, patting my well-punished bottom significantly as a way to ensure that my ongoing education didn’t suffer a setback.
I tried desperately to keep any sign of my roiling feelings off my face and away from Candy’s strangely penetrating, though also infuriatingly innocent, eyes. I managed not to bite my lip, but at the touch of my fingers on the topmost of the long, straight welts from Master Hendryk’s cane I couldn’t stop my brow from creasing. Sore, yes, but the little wince came just as much from the unwelcome, wayward surges of heat—shame in my cheeks and need between my thighs—as from the discomfort.
I thought suddenly of Master G, and sorrow added itself to the stew of emotions inside me. I had been the only girl who had to be whipped for disobedience… and I had thought myself such a good girl, so ready to go into service and start the new life my trainer had prepared me for—yes, at first at least, a life of sometimes-degrading sexual service, but one that against all my cultural expectations nevertheless suited me, as a young woman starting out in the world. And here I was in my owner’s house and I felt even more reluctant and unprepared than I had felt in my first days at the Institute.
I felt tears start to prickle my eyes, and to make it worse I saw Candy notice what had happened—the furtive touching of my backside and the little crease between my eyes. The anger threatened to win out: I took my hand from behind me and set my face into an expression I hoped looked scornful. I knew I wasn’t acting like the submissive bed girl Master G had trained, but I didn’t care. I needed to find some way of dealing with the here and now.
“Well,” I told Candy in a voice that helped instill a little more confidence in my chest with its firm tone, “do whatever you want, I guess. I’m getting in the shower.”
For a moment the artificial girl’s face showed what looked to me like wide-eyed fascination at a girl (me) whom I guessed Candy saw as her strange new playmate, or maybe even her toy—a real girl her master had told her she could play with. Then it became puzzled, as if she had just read the anger in my voice and found it confusing. Then, rather to my alarm, it turned into a bright, happy smile.
“Okay,” she said, and instantly reached down to strip her pretty blue nightgown off over her head. At the Institute, we had to wear our blue uniforms when we had been fucked that day; I wondered as I watched Candy’s gorgeous, sexy body come into view whether the same rule applied in Master Hendryk’s house. A strange clenching feeling came into my chest, and I turned away toward the shower so that she couldn’t see the deepening of the crease on my forehead at the thought of my new owner leaving his own bed, with me in it, to go to Candy’s in the early morning… to fuck his fake girl as his new real one slept off the effects of his brutal first use of her body for his enjoyment.
As I stepped toward the enormous, gleaming shower stall—really almost more of a glass-enclosed room than anything properly called a stall—I thought about Candy, about theideaof Candy. She herself didn’t really represent the problem, I understood. The Institute made very clear to all its concubines-in-training that they would likely end up in the possession of a billionaire who kept multiple bed girls.
Multiplerealbed girls.I should be happy, shouldn’t I, that my bed sister didn’t mean competition on the level of, well, real relationships or something, shouldn’t I? I might have had to share my master with another young woman who had real feelings, like the other girls in my training group with whom I had had to share Master G?
“Oh,” I heard Candy say behind me, “Master makes such pretty marks. Your bottom looks lovely, Renee! I’m sure he’s going to fuck you there when he gets home. Master loves to fuck a whipped bottom!”
Oh, God. What the actual fuck?My brain searched furiously for some adequate reply.Do I sayThank you? Do I sayFuck you?
I said nothing. I reached for the golden handle of the glass door and started to open it. I tried to focus on how good the water from all those nozzles was going to feel.
Why did Candy’s presence make me feel so… scared, but also so reluctant and rebellious? I thought I could tell that she herself didn’t have much to do with it. Something aboutmemade me feel like I might do something rash, something that as the concubine of a man like Master Hendryk would surely earn me another whipping much sooner than I could bear.
“I’ll let you look as closely at my cane stripes as you want!” Candy said as I stepped into the shower. “I’m pretty sure Master will make us kiss each others’ bottoms tonight, so maybe we should try it now?”
CHAPTER10
Hendryk
I turned on the video feed from the master bathroom on my office computer. The AI agent in my home management system found Renee and Candy without my even needing to search—all the lucky owner of a concubine had to do these days to keep tabs on her was to tap her picture on the home screen. In a microsecond, if it even took that long, the remarkably arousing sight of my two bed girls in the shower together filled the screen.
My office occupied its own building on the grounds of my nineteenth-century mansion: it had been built as a carriage house and within a few years of the home’s construction it had become the garage. My three cars still occupied a good deal of the ground floor, while my roomy workspace perched above with views of my house and the nearby woods on all four sides.
