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Surely being a member of Master G’s training group had prepared me for the kind of kinky polyamorous household so many of the Institute’s clients maintained. I knew I would share my master with as many other girls as he wanted to fuck. I knew he would sharemewith as many other men and women as he chose to favor with the pleasures my body could afford. None of this had anything to do with monogamy, or romance in any traditional sense.
I had had to learn, as had most of my fellow concubines-in-training, that our needs had a much darker side to them than the brightly colored needs of the girls in the romcoms.
Candy.Something about her name seemed to evoke all those shows and movies I had watched at my educational facility—EF 8917, the corporate-sponsored school that had served as my darker version of the idyllic sunlit high schools where girls with nicknames like Boopsie and Buffy and Candy dated the quarterback or the handsome nerd or the bad boy in the leather jacket.
Candy, my new bed sister.The image of a peppermint candy cane floated into my mind, and I swallowed hard.Striped with vivid red lines, just like my bottom is about to be.
Candy: a sweet little morsel to be savored in its buyer’s mouth.
Waiting at home… my new home… the home where Master Hendryk would bring me, after he had finished claiming me up here in front of this audience.
I felt all my training sliding away, out of my body and out of my mind. I couldn’t bear to look at my new owner anymore; I closed my eyes and turned my face forward. From out in the audience I heard a moan that I thought must belong to Deirdre, as her master forced pleasure on her after her spanking.
Something had gone off track. I tried to retrace the events of the last few minutes, looking for some way to understand my responses to these things I had felt so sure I was ready for.
Miss Charlotte had struck the podium with the auctioneer’s hammer. She had said, “Sold to Mr. Hendryk Vanderbruggen.” She had told me to climb atop the horse, just as all the other girls had done for their own first fuckings by their new owners.
I had felt reluctant to mount the horse and, worse, I had shown that reluctance. Suddenly, belonging to the man who had placed the highest bid… leaving the Institute to go home with him so that I could serve in his bed for at least a year… had seemed a much scarier idea than it had been during my preparation for precisely that under Master G’s firm hands.
Had I suddenly lost faith in everything the dean and my training master had told me about the Institute’s safeguards, its hyper-careful screening of the wealthy men and women who purchased their luxury product? Had I gotten scared that my new master would harm me—whether physically or psychologically? That seemed the obvious explanation, but I knew it didn’t actually account for what had just happened inside me.
To my dismay I heard the unmistakable creak of heavy masculine footsteps coming around to my left, downstage of the horse. I kept my eyes tightly closed, still trying to get hold of myself. I took a breath through my nose, but I had to open my mouth halfway through because I felt sure I wouldn’t get enough air, that I would faint from fear.
Fear of what?
Miss Charlotte’s voice, over the perfectly balanced sound system, smoothly covered over the pause as Master Hendryk stepped around in front of me.
“Mr. Vanderbruggen’s Candy is one of the first AI concubines to come from Selecta Research’s first production line. They call them Pleasure Girl 2.0.”
The dean’s voice sounded so businesslike that her words almost seemed normal, like a marketing campaign for a new phone or a new dishwasher. At the thought of Candy…Mr. Vanderbruggen’s Candy… asPleasure Girl 2.0,my heart flipped over. Something started to become clearer in my mind… an unwelcome realization, but one that at least made some sense of my strange reactions.
The sudden reluctance that had made it necessary for Master G to come on stage and manhandle me onto the horse, then strap me down atop it… the rebellion against my training… came from a new need to feel that I didn’t want this.
Idon’twant this,a voice inside me said.I’m an intelligent young woman with a good education—so far, anyway.People could rant all they wanted about the corporate takeover of the public secondary schools, but those teachers had taught me how to think for myself. A young woman who thinks for herself doesn’t end up bound over a bench in a babydoll nightgown so that her owner can punish her and then use her without having to worry about the possibility of her interfering with his enjoyment.
Unless it’s against her will,I told myself.
Same with going home to a house where an artificial girl already occupied my new master’s bed—a Pleasure Girl 2.0, a sexbot whose numerical designation indicated that she could give more pleasure than a human girl like me could.
It’s monstrous, the scolding voice inside me declared.So much worse than being trained at the Institute. Of course you don’t want that.
“Look at me, Renee,” said my master’s voice, from above me and right in front of me.
I tried to close my eyes tighter.
“Renee, my dear,” he said again, his tone even and calm but with a hard edge to it that made butterflies fill my tummy, “I’m going to whip you more severely if you continue to disobey. I believe in making it clear to my girls that it makes much more sense to follow my instructions immediately than it does to follow them with a bottom you can’t sit down on for a day or two.”
With a little sob of fear from deep in my throat, I opened my eyes and looked up into Master Hendryk’s face.
What I saw in his expression drew an even deeper sob—not just of fear, but of something else, too… something that came from the fear but also from a place Master G had, it suddenly seemed to me, only scratched the surface of.
Force.That was the only way I could describe it. Master Hendryk’s blue eyes, slightly narrowed as he gazed down at me, and the slight smile on his lips, seemed to me to embody some special kind of power. This man would follow all the rules that would keep me safe, but he and I both knew that those precautions wouldn’t spare me from any measure, no matter how harsh, that my owner deemed necessary to get what he wanted from me.
How can that naked force shine out of such an angelic face?I wondered, trying desperately to get my breathing under control as I blinked up at him. Up close, Master Hendryk looked like a heavenly messenger from an old, old painting. Instead of announcing joyful news and telling me not to fear, though, my new master’s face told me that I should most definitely fear him.
I felt my limbs start to struggle against the straps securing me atop the horse. The movement, and the defiance it implied, came upon me without my consciously trying to escape. I saw myself squirming as if it were someone else. That detached part of me condemned the girl on the horse. She was ignoring what her training master had taught her. She was breaking the chain of the heart that should make her submit meekly to her master’s will. To struggle only meant more punishment.
But Master Hendryk said, “I know how frightened you are, Renee. I’m not going to whip you for struggling, especially since it gets me so hard to cane a girl who can’t get away.”
