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The folks in Security didn’t seem hopeful, but like Janice they thought I should give it a try. They promised to analyze Candy’s data feed in real time to see if anything interesting popped up, though they professed incredulity that I wasn’t imagining it all—since they could find nothing out of the ordinary in what Candy had sent to the network over the past three days.
I found the girls working on the picture puzzle in the family room, their heads bent side by side, Candy’s golden hair and Renee’s red. I couldn’t help sympathizing for a moment with Jaroslav Dubinski’s interest in a harem-based version of the New Modesty. It represented one of a dominant man’s most potent fantasies, after all.
Something about the angle of Renee’s neck, though… something about the way it made her seem innocent despite all the dark, wanton need for harsh training and brutal humiliation that I needed to help her come to terms with… I didn’t want anything but her, my real girl—even a sweet piece of AI concubine ass… even a delicious piece of candy.
“Girls,” I said, “go to the bedroom, please, and take off your nightgowns.”
Atop the bed I made Renee straddle Candy’s face, just the way Candy had been crouched over Renee when I had entered Candy’s room to intervene. I positioned them at the foot of the bed so I could stand behind Renee, teasing both my girls with my massive erection while I ran through the plan in my mind.
I pressed the head of my cock against Candy’s soft, pink lips. She opened them and stuck out her tongue, ready to deepthroat me as only an artificial girl with no gag reflex could. I pulled my hardness away and rubbed it along the slick pout of Renee’s pussy.
“Who wants it more?” I growled, starting to give myself over to the scene and hoping I could remember to follow my plan.
* * *
Renee
“Me! Master, me!” Candy exclaimed.
A jolt of arousal, mixed with strong, conflicted emotion went through my entire body. The spasm—physical, psychological, even philosophical—somehow affected my pussy, my heart, and my head in such close succession that I could barely tell the different elements apart.
The idea that Master Hendryk might put his hard cock in Candy’s mouth rather than my pussy seemed to take hold of my brain like some sort of mental fireworks show. Its implications—and more important, my response to them, body and soul—captivated me even as they distressed me with their power over me.
Not a fireworks show. An artillery bombardment. Bombs bursting in air.
When he had told me what he planned to do tonight, he had told me he would have to give Candy her share. He had said he couldn’t tell me everything about the plan because he needed me to act surprised—really surprised, enough to fool Candy’s AI brain, which could measure the tiniest movements of my body and tell truth from lies that way.
He had said that he wanted me to know he had to fuck Candy, though, because he wanted to make sure I understood he had started…
Master Hendryk had said he had feelings for me.
“You need firm, humiliating discipline, Renee. That’s not going to change,” he had told me, his voice measured, almost solemn. “But it’s important that you know how I feel about you, and that I intend our relationship to go somewhere. Otherwise what happens this evening might not work for you the way it should.”
My heart had beat very fast. I had stared into his face, wondering if he could possibly be speaking the truth—wondering, frankly, if Master Hendryk meant to mock me with this declaration.
Then I had spoken, so softly I could barely hear myself.
“I think I… I think I have feelings… too,” I said, hardly believing the confession I had just made to the man who owned me and intended to keep punishing me for my slightest fault—despite his own apparent affection for me.
He had taken me in his arms. Master G had given his girls many hugs, and I had all the warm, affectionate feelings in the world for him. Or I had thought I had them all, until Master Hendryk put his hand on my bottom, under the blue nightgown at the same time as he embraced me, to let me know that even if his feelings kept growing and he fell in love with me, I would still have daily lessons in obedience. I had nestled myself into his strong chest and felt the rumble of his final words before he had left to wake Candy back up in her isolation room.
“Trust me, Renee.”
I felt Master Hendryk take the firm, soothing head of his cock away from my pussy. I heard the wet sound of a man thrusting his rigid penis into a girl’s open mouth.
Candy said “Mmm” around the bulk of our master’s huge erection and I thought I could hear even in that inarticulate, animal noise that my artificial bed sister wanted me to know she liked sucking cock. That she liked it in a way that no real girl like me could, because real girls had to worry about their breathing, and their teeth, and their gag reflex, but an artificial girl like Candy didn’t have to think about any of that. She could adjust those things effortlessly, unconsciously, and enjoy the strange submissive power of giving the pleasure the penis demanded of her.
I frowned, feeling my pussy bereft of Master Hendryk’s cock. I had to choke back a sob of sheer need, mingled with an almost physical surge of jealousy from my belly into my chest.
Trust him.
The basic, hard-wired hold of monogamy over my mind and my heart made it difficult. Master G had fucked so many other girls in front of me that I had thought myself over it.
But Master G hadn’t told me he had feelings for me. If Master Hendryk had spared me the knowledge that he wanted our relationship togo somewhere, would I have felt such envy of the fake girl who had his cock in her mouth?
“Oh, that’s good,” he said, his voice coming from deep in his chest. I heard her take him deep, very deep; the unmistakable sound of a throat opening to allow a man to thrust his manhood as deep as he likes and as hard as he chooses. Master Hendryk’s growling noises rumbled behind me.
He put his hands on my hips as if to gain traction for his use of Candy’s mouth. I whimpered softly at the sensation. I could feel his fingers tense, his weight shifting slightly as he drove into that soft openness.
