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“Now let’s compare Renee’s pussy,” he said, and a moment later I felt the warmth of his cock again, right at the entrance to the sopping sheath of my vagina.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
Compare.The apparent callousness, the casual cruelty of his words made me shudder, partly with jealousy and outrage, but also—I couldn’t deny it, and I understood that Master Hendryk meant this part—with need. I needed to have my pussy compared to Candy’s mouth: to my dismay, thanks to my master’s strange way of educating me, I understood that some deep element of my sexuality wanted the man who loved me to fuck other girls and tell me he liked me best. Master G would never be able to tell me that, but Master Hendryk, the man who had purchased me for his exclusive use, the man who knew how firm and degrading a hand I needed…
He thrust in hard, and I cried out. In and out, over and over, his lap slapping against my bottom like a spanking. I started to come with the third thrust, writhing in his tight grip around my waist and screaming with helpless pleasure.
“Lick my balls, Candy,” he instructed his artificial bed girl. “I’m going to stay in this pussy for a while.”
CHAPTER23
Renee
To my astonishment, Candy said, “No, Master.” She spoke in a voice so different from her usual cheerful obedience—so petulant and bitter—that I felt my body freeze in place. I was on hands and knees over my AI bed sister, her thighs spread wide and my face so close to her pussy that with every whining breath I took through my nose I could smell the wicked fragrance of her need.
Master Hendryk stopped fucking me, too. His hands tightened a little on my hips, as if telling me that the plan had started to take shape, warning me to pay attention to what I said and did.
Trust me.I wondered suddenly if that meant I should trust that my master understood me well enough that I could also trust myself. He had given me all the information he thought I should have, so that I could act with complete naturalness, maybe. He hadtaughtme enough that, according to his theory of education, I could do what I had to do to help him.
“What, Candy?” he growled. “Did you just tell meno?”
“Make Renee kiss my pussy,” she said. “It’s not fair!”
Motionless as I was, I felt my hips buck with the jolt of arousal caused by Candy’s rebellious demand. I pushed back toward Master Hendryk, and I let out a little sob of frustrated pleasure as I felt his cock press another half-inch into the slick tunnel of my still-aching vagina. Ineededit… my owner’s hardness… my master’s brutal, thrusting use of my intimate places. I had never imagined I could need anything so much, let alone Master Hendryk’s casual, arrogant, complete dominance over my degraded body.
And Candy’s resistance, I realized, had just made that necessity inside me much greater: the idea that she needed it too seemed to increase my own helpless desire exponentially.
“I don’t care that it’s not fair, Candy,” Master Hendryk said, his voice stern. “You’ll obey me without any reward, and if you do a good job Imaylet you have a little pleasure in that naughty cunt.”
“But you always fuckher,” Candy protested. “I need fucking too!”
“That’s it,” he replied, shifting his tone from stern to thunderous. “You just earned yourself the whipping of your young life, Candy. You’re not going to sit comfortably for a week.”
He pulled his erection out of my pussy. I let out a whimper of disappointment as I felt his soothing hardness leave me.
“I’m sorry, Renee,” Master Hendryk said. “I’ll finish fucking you later. Please go get the cane from the cabinet. Candy, pull the whipping chair out and lay yourself over it.”
“Master,” she wailed from beneath me, “no… please… I’ll lick them! Don’t whip me! I’m sorry, and I’ll never… I’ll never disobey you again!”
Her sudden change from defiance to penitence took me by surprise. I could easily imagine a real girl reacting that way, as her master called her bluff.
“You have a lot to learn, Candy,” Master Hendryk said, very coldly. “This is how I teach naughty girls the lessons they need. You know that.”
To my astonishment, Candy became frantic.
“Master, please, no,” she sobbed, trying to scramble out from under me and causing the two of us to get tangled into a knot of mobile naked flesh. “Renee… please… don’t let him whip me?”
She had brought our chests close together. I thought I could feel her heart beating wildly. Her nipples, stiff with desire or fear or both, rubbed against mine as she tried to squirm up the bed.
I had no idea what to do. At least I knew that my being at a loss didn’t pose a threat to Master Hendryk’s plan. Even if I hadn’t understood his aim—that our owner was treating Candy this way in an attempt to figure out what had gone wrong in her programming—I would still have had no concept of how to behave in the face of her rebellion and her sudden fear of the cane.
Trust me. I felt him shift his hands on my body, moving them from my waist to put one strong, furry arm under my chest and the other under my thighs to lift me off my terrified bed sister. The warmth of his body seemed to send the feeling of confidence and comfort radiating through my body.
Candy scrambled off the bed as Master Hendryk set me on my feet. She tried to run by him where he stood at the foot of the bed. With a quickness that seemed to belie the looming size of his muscular naked body, he turned without any haste that I could sense and reached out. He caught Candy easily around the waist. He put her calmly over the side of the bed despite her struggles, with her arms twisted behind her and his left hand atop her wrists. She tried to kick, but Master Hendryk simply ignored the flailing of her legs and started to spank her, very hard and very fast.
“Renee,” he told me over the echoing smacks of his enormous hand on Candy’s quickly reddening bottom and her screams of pain and protest, “fetch the cane, please.”
“Master! Master!” Candy cried. “Please!”
