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Yes, at the Institute, I knew that some training groups did that kind of bathroom play… thosegolden showers.Groups like mine whispered about them sometimes in the cafeteria—that some men and women who bought Institute-trained concubines liked to dominate them that way on the one hand and control them that way on the other, using the shameful act and the bladder-stretching need for it as part of their bed girls’ ongoing training. Master G had never mentioned it, though, and even Julia had never made a threat anything like Candy’s apparent promise to wet my face with her own golden shower.
The thought had sent a chill up my spine, and I had turned away from it, as anyone—any real girl, anyway—turns away from unwanted mental images. Here between Candy’s mobile thighs, though, I couldn’t stop picturing it, almost feeling it on my burning face, and my pussy clenched with every little kiss from Candy’s lips and every tiny lick from her knowing tongue.
Education… changing a person, making them…forcingthem, even… to develop, on the inside. To progress, even if that progress brings them into some very shameful place… some place thatlookedvery shameful to them, before.
Candy lifted her head, and I sobbed in protest, trying frantically to shape my aching tongue into the kind of stiff peak that Julia had demanded I learn to provide for another girl’s rubbing clit and labia. I hadlearnedthat, my distant rational mind echoed… I had thought the new skill had come from outside, from my domineering senior groupmate, but maybe, really, the more important part had happened on the inside, asIdeveloped.
My bed sister’s hands tugged on my wrists, moving them further down my sides.
“Hands under your bottom, Renee,” Candy said in that frightening, dominant voice. “Spread your cunt open for me.”
It almost didn’t register that she had used the c-word. It certainly didn’t register as urgently as it should have: my only reaction came in the form of a bucking of my hips at the surge of need her unexpectedly filthy mouth had brought deep inside my vagina.
I obeyed. I took the two round globes of my bottom and I pulled them apart. I felt the air move against the tiny ring of my anus and I thought of my owner’s huge cock going in and out of me there, teaching me my lesson.
Lesson… in obedience… changing me, progressing me on the inside.
Candy put her hands on top of mine and gripped hard, spreading me even further open, so that I cried out in discomfort. Over my face, her hips bucked, thrusting her pussy down hard onto my mouth. At the same moment, she buried her own face between my thighs.
She cried out, her backside jerking in little spasms and her pussy contracting over and over against my numb-feeling lips as she came. My own climax, after so much helpless need and the shameful arousal of Candy’s lewd commands and filthy promises of more degradation to come, took hold only a second or two later. I sobbed out my pleasure into my bed sister’s hot, wet pussy while she tormented me with pleasure between my spread legs.
“Mmm,” her voice said, outside the darkness she had enforced on me beneath her straddling legs and her mobile bottom. “Mmm. Come for me, Renee, before I pee on you.”
I couldn’t stop the orgasm, and the fear that rose in me as again I imagined it, the hot golden shower right in my face, only seemed to make the spasms of pleasure greater. At the same time, I started trying to shake my head and say no, but only the humming of thenemerged into Candy’s sopping pussy.
“Yes!” she said, clearly knowing precisely what I wanted to say. I felt her shift a little. Her thigh muscles tensed in a different way. I moaned as I understood: it would happen now, right above me.
“Candy!” said Master Hendryk’s voice. “Seven five gamma interrupt!”
Candy froze. Not the way I or any other normal girl would have frozen—limbs trembling a little and breathing hard, motionless for all practical intents and purposes but not truly unmoving. The artificial girl straddling me stopped like a video when you press the pause button. Her legs went completely still, the contracting muscles simply stopped.
“Candy,” my owner repeated, his voice much less sharp, as if having brought Candy’s obscene plan to a standstill he could take his time with further instructions, “seven five gamma come here.”
She got off me with a lithe movement of her perfectly toned body. As I turned my hot face, thoroughly moistened by Candy’s intimate juices, to follow the unfolding of the strange scene, she walked to where Master Hendryk stood in the doorway. He, in his usual work clothes—jeans and a crisp white button-down—followed her progress with his eyes, a wary expression on his own face. Candy stopped, her golden head tilted downward and her hands by her sides.
“Candy seven five gamma go to your isolation room,” he ordered, stepping aside to let her go. I had seen the glass door to Candy’s isolation room, just down the hall: a chamber not much bigger than a closet, with a metal chair. I didn’t know what it was for.
Master Hendryk turned his attention to me.
“I’m sorry, Renee,” he said, a slight but troubled smile flickering on his lips. “There’s clearly something wrong with Candy. In her isolation room, she’ll be cut off from any electronic contacts and she won’t be able to hear us or see us.”
I felt my eyes go wide. “So I didn’t imagine it?” I asked. “Thetransmittingthing?”
He shook his head. “I don’t think you did. And Candy—or someone who somehow has access to her systems—reset some of her parameters without my knowledge. That seems to be why she had the impulse to pee on you, too.”
I felt my face go even hotter.
“You… you were watching?” I stammered. For a moment I didn’t know whyIshould feel embarrassed about the shameful act Candy had tried to force me to undergo. The blood receded a little from my cheeks. Then I remembered what I had realized about learning, and educational theory, from that bizarre tutoring session, and my blush returned like a furnace. Candy’s degrading promise to pee on my face had uncovered a dark need inside me, and I couldn’t unsee the mental pictures she had drawn on the backs of my eyelids—or deny, much as I tried, how they had brought me to those submissive orgasms under her skillful tongue.
Master Hendryk nodded. “I told her to use your need to come to tutor you, but somehow a module I hadn’t activated got turned on.”
I frowned, catching my lower lip between my teeth. I realized I still had my hands on my backside, spreading myself as Candy had commanded. Nervously I tightened my fingers, and I felt my forehead crease even more deeply at the jolt of arousal that went through me.
“Golden showers?” I whispered.
Master Hendryk nodded again. “Water sports.”
A new surge of heat came into my cheeks at the generic phrase that concealed such humiliation beneath its innocent surface.
