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Renee
I took a deep breath, and then I bit my lip and chewed on it for a little while. I stood in the hall, in front of Candy’s door, one down from mine in the west wing of Master Hendryk’s enormous house. Our bedrooms were just next to the master suite—literallythe master suite, I could never keep myself from thinking whenever I saw those double doors, now closed, and thought about what happened in my owner’s enormous bed. Our bathroom lay just across the hall.
I needed an orgasm. I had tried to keep busy. Candy had laid out a 5000-piece picture puzzle on the coffee table in the family room, and she had only done half of it so far. The teddy bears in the picture looked benignly at me as I tried to find a single piece that might fit with another.
But my blue babydoll nightgown, which Master Hendryk specified for days when he had fucked me, just like at the Institute, kept distracting me. Its frilly hem, rubbing over the tops of my thighs as I reached for a puzzle piece whose brown fur seemed like a possible match for the texture of the one in my hand, whispered against places that my master had somehow left needy despite the soreness he had also bestowed.
That very soreness, to my dismay, made the hand that returned to my lap, after I had figured out that the two pieces didn’t actually fit together, rub a little. Just to see how it felt. I had felt my forehead crease, and the memory of Master Hendryk’s huge manhood moving inside my wet, needy pussy had come back much too strongly.
I had gotten up and gone to Candy’s door. I stood there, looking at it, thinking about the thing our owner had said about the tutoring. He hadn’t said anymore—just that it would happen today.
Educational theory. What was it? What did it have to do with me?
Right now I didn’t really care, though: the need Master Hendryk had apparently created inside me with his brutal discipline and hard fucking demanded attention. Somehow the idea of his leaving me in the hands of my capricious artificial bed sister had made it impossible to stop thinking about the touch of her skillful fingers and her knowing tongue.
Candy’s door stood ajar. I knocked softly. Her voice called, “Come in!”
“Candy?”
I pushed open the door, to see her sitting at her little desk with a blank expression on her face, seemingly looking at the wall. I frowned, trying to figure out what—if anything—the AI girl was doing. I knew she had an interface with the house network, so I supposed she must be… reading? watching a movie inside her head? Remembering the morning in bed with Master Hendryk?
I waited for her to turn her head to look at me, but she kept staring straight ahead.
“Candy?” I asked again, in a timid voice. She did turn to look at me then, and her face assumed her familiar expression of mingled brightness and sass.
“Yes, Renee?” she asked.
Something about that cheerful, exclamatory tone, I realized, always seemed to make me a little anxious—as if something in me couldn’t get over the idea that Candy’s pleasant, extraordinarily realistic human affect actually concealed another intent. I couldn’t even tell if that impression came from any element truly present in Candy’s demeanor. In fact I thought I probably only imagined it because I knew Candy’s body and mind had come from Selecta’s research and development lab rather than the body of a human mother.
I frowned, my lower lip caught between my teeth. I took a deep breath in and out through my nose, working up the courage to ask, given that I knew my artificial bed sister would certainly exact some degrading price. I swallowed hard as my fingers, with a seeming will of their own, rubbed a little along the hem of my nightgown, on my sensitive inner thigh.
“May I please come?” I whispered.
“Of course!” Candy said, smiling warmly.
I knew lots of girls like her in school, I couldn’t help thinking.Girls I wanted to be like, before I understood that it’s alright to be different.
I just hadn’t knownhowdifferent. I hadn’t seen the Institute in my future, or indentured sexual service.
I felt my forehead crease again.Educational theory?My brain had started to make a connection I hadn’t seen before: did it have something to do with people learning in different ways, maybe?
I looked at Candy, wondering about howshelearned. Did she even learn in the same sense I did? Then I swallowed hard once again, as I connected my own very special kind of learning to the growing concept in my mind: the old-fashioned kind of learning… the kind I did with my bottom up and my face down. The kind a master’s firm hand provided, when a bed girl had misbehaved.
“And?” I asked, trying to raise my voice a little to sound more confident and to keep Candy from sensing, if she even could sense that kind of thing, the turmoil inside me that these new thoughts had brought.
“And what?” she asked brightly. “Oh, you want to know what I’ll make you do, to earn your orgasm!”
I nodded mutely. Candy’s smile broadened.
“Well, Master wants me to make it part of tutoring,” she said, to my astonishment. “So you’d better lie on your back on my bed. I’m going to queen you to teach you your first lesson in educational theory!”
CHAPTER20
Renee
I looked over at Candy’s bed, my face burning hot. Every girl at the Institute got queened by a more senior member of her training group from time to time during her training. Julia, one of the other concubines in Master G’s group, had become his lead girl on the same day I had arrived, which meant she led a daily session on her own.
