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I bit my lip. A whimper from my nose vibrated the fabric of the comforter.
A click, and then a squirting noise. Could I hear the soft whispering of Candy’s lube-covered fingers on the horrid black plug?
Things seemed to have started moving very slowly in my brain, but they had clearly continued to go at a normal pace in the real world, because the touch of the cool, round knob of the punishment plug against the tiny button of my anus seemed to happen very abruptly. I gave a little cry, and I felt the ring tighten despite my hands tugging my cheeks apart.
“Shh, Renee,” Candy said softly. “Master fucked you here last night, didn’t he? His cock is bigger than this part of the plug.”
She pushed firmly on the plug. My back arched and I pulled harder on the sore halves of my bottom. Candy pushed harder.
“Ow… ow…” I wailed. “Please… Candy… not… not… yet… It’s too big!”
“You’re being punished, Renee! It’s supposed to hurt!” Candy said. “You were mean to me!”
I felt my eyes open wide with alarm at a strangely vindictive tone that had just come into the artificial girl’s voice. At the same time, my Institute training seemed to kick in, as if the distraction of Candy’s words had let my body do what Master G had taught me. I pushed with those crucial muscles instead of pulling with them, and I relaxed the other ones (I could never remember the names the trainers used), and then I gave a sob as the first ridge of the long, thick plug entered my bottom.
Candy spoke again.
“Transmitting.”
I gasped.
“What?” Had I heard her correctly?
“Six-seven-four-bee-eight-dee-two-one-eff,” she said. Her voice had become completely neutral, and she spoke so rapidly I could barely catch the words and realize that they were numbers and letters. I had a very hard time thinking rationally with the plug in my bottom, and Candy had continued pressing it deeper even as she experienced this obvious malfunction, so my response consisted only of crying out as I felt my master’s punishment device stretch my anus much too wide.
With a sob I took the second of the three ridges and my poor little ring closed over the narrow part that divided it from the next, even bigger one. My bottom felt terribly full already, but my strange bed sister kept pushing. I moaned in discomfort.
“Candy…” I whimpered. “Please… you… are you…”
The inward thrusting of the plug stopped.
“Am I what?” she asked, her voice returning to its normal, slightly-too-cheerful tone. “You’ve taken two—doesn’t that make you proud? And you look adorable! I hope Master gets to watch the video even if he has to work right now!”
A shudder of humiliation went through my whole body at that thought: Master Hendryk enjoying the video of my impalement on his big black plug. A dominant man like that, the kind I so clearly needed, not even bothering to be present himself but also not averse to enjoying a little of his own porn, the arousing sight of his sexual servant obscenely punished.
“Are you alright?” I gasped, my mind functioning at least to the extent necessary to ask the question I’d meant to ask, now that Candy had stopped driving the horrid thing further inward.
“I don’t know what you mean!” Candy said brightly.
CHAPTER16
Hendryk
I waited as long as I could. I managed to write one email before the need to return to the bedroom and give Renee her lesson overcame my educational resolve to leave her with Candy.
From: Hendryk Vanderbruggen, SVP Ed
To: Janice Derling, EVP
Hi, Janice; you’ve probably already heard through channels that I bought an Institute girl last night. You may have also heard that she’s got a special profile that made her pretty much irresistible to me, as well as a perfect fit for my household, to go along with Candy. (Am I right that you also have a second concubine to go along with your own AI? It will be fun to compare notes!)
In any case my own situation with Renee is that her individual needs make her ideal as a candidate for the new campaign we’ve got starting up at Ed, so I just want to give you a heads up that I’m going to be submitting anad hocbudget request to work up a number of different versions of her story based on Ed’s prime market segments and linked across the segments so that the consumer can begin with the innocent version and then follow Renee deeper into the more explicit content.
I had more or less made my career on the basis of this kind of campaign. It had turned Selecta’s Education division from a sleepy source of training for New Modesty and Selecta Arrangements agents into a key, data-driven ally of marketing.
The central idea lay in taking consumers—men and women in many different walks of life, from suburban housewife to high-powered executive—on a kind of journey. They would discover the story of a young woman like Renee through a story shared on social media, the tale of a young woman’s romance with a wealthy man. They would search for more details, and find that this romance involved Renee learning old-fashioned obedience from a stern, older protector.
The decision to search made the consumer’s education in dominance and submission happen unconsciously. They would think about Renee more than they perhaps would have supposed they might.
