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I stood there in a strange reverie, in what seemed a frozen scene… a tableau: an owned, submissive, naked bed girl… next to another owned, submissive, naked girl, an oddly motionless but utterly real young woman made to bend over a whipping chair… next to my tall, muscular, golden-haired master—my person?asked my brain suddenly.
The idea provoked a wave of heat to my cheeks, because how could a man who liked to whip girls… who got so very hard when he whipped a girl… how could he be anyone’s person that way? At the same time, I felt a hard clench between my thighs, because how could a girl like me have any other kind of person? After what I had learned, what he had taught me, how could Master Hendryknotbe my person?
He broke the silence that had suddenly fallen on the lewd scene with words that at first made as little sense as Candy’s string of numbers and letters.
“Assessment,” he said, casting his eyes for some reason into the upper corner of the room, “you there?”
I got it then, and I understood quickly, realizing at the same time in what seemed like a different, higher part of my mind that I hadlearnedto understand it: the Institute, we concubines in training knew, had watchers called assessors. We had theorized that they watched us from tiny cameras with tiny microphones, though we had never known for sure—and we had decided that they must also watch in the homes that our owners would take us to.
A woman’s voice confirmed that I had figured it out, and I couldn’t keep a little smile from my face at the surge of pride in my chest. I had understood it, and I had watched myself understanding it.
What a strange part of becoming an owned sexual servant, observed that same higher part of my brain. I supposed I had had it in my head for a long time—always, maybe—but I didn’t think I had ever become conscious of it this way.
That whole train of thought passed in a moment, during the very first word spoken by the woman who must serve as an assessor for whatever part of the Institute monitored concubines after they had gone to their masters’ houses. The voice seemed to come from everywhere, in crystal clear tones that could only mean that someone—my billionaire owner, obviously—had spent a fortune on the sound system.
“Alexandra Portinassi here, Mr. Vanderbruggen,” said the assured, hyper-competent sounding voice.
“Did you register the anomaly?” he asked, glancing over at me with a fleeting half-smile flashing across his lips that sent a ray of irrepressible happiness shining from my heart out into the rest of my body. That little smile seemed to say that I had become a partner in this urgent project of helping Candy—and perhaps even in foiling some nefarious activity by a competitor of Selecta.
“We have it, thanks to the audio of it we just recorded. It didn’t register where it should have in Candy’s system, but as of…”
The assessor paused, as if she had turned her attention to some source of information.
“…twenty-seven seconds ago we’ve identified the blocked-off sector, and we think we know who put it there. More to come on that, obviously, but feel free to wake Candy up, and we recommend following Renee’s suggestion.”
Another little surge of pride filled my chest. The smile on Master Hendryk’s face broadened and stayed there, and he kept his eyes locked on mine.
“I thought you might,” he said. “I’m guessing that whatever the hacker did has ended up spurring some kind of progress in Candy’s AI?”
“That’s right,” Alexandra replied. “The hidden sector has a lot more in it than just the system info it seems clear the hacker was after. It’s become Candy’s equivalent of an unconscious, as far as we can tell, and now that we’ve deleted the parts that don’t belong, it would be a good idea to help her explore her submissive feelings and needs.”
“Understood,” Master Hendryk said, nodding as he kept his attention on me. My heart started to beat very fast as I thought of the obscene suggestion, of watching the man I knew I loved fuck another girl.
“One last thing before we let you get on with it,” said Alexandra. “Assessment thinks that final disposition for Candy will probably involve sending her to another home, where she can be the only concubine, or at least where there are multiple concubines of equal standing.”
I felt my eyes open wide at this news. For an instant I felt a little fear that Master Hendryk would disagree—that he would want Candy to stay in his home, as a backup, maybe, in case I didn’t please him as much as he had hoped. Instead, he nodded again, even more deeply.
“I think that’s probably for the best,” he said, giving me another half wink that set the butterflies going in my tummy. “I have the bed girl I was looking for now; some other lucky master should get the pleasure of dominating Candy the way she needs.”
“That’s great to hear, Mr. Vanderbruggen,” the assessor said. “We’ll get to work on finding her a new placement. In the meantime, we hope you enjoy your purchase to the fullest.”
The heat rushed back into my face.Your purchase. Me.
“Go ahead and stand in front of Candy,” Master Hendryk commanded, his voice turning so stern that I felt a thrill of fear. “Put your hands behind you, on your bottom. Hold your cheeks apart and keep them that way so you remember I own you back there. You’re not to touch your pussy while you watch me fuck this sweet piece of ass.”
CHAPTER27
Renee
The sheer degradation in his words made me whimper. A shock of arousal between my legs almost made me do the opposite of what my master had ordered, but with my knees trembling I obeyed, moving the few steps to stand on the far side of the whipping chair.
Master Hendryk had his enormous cock in his hand, and he took up a position opposite me. I gave another little whimper as I watched him poise the head of his rigid manhood right where Candy’s poor whipped bottom rose in submission, offering its round, rosy cheeks and the secrets between and beneath them, for his justice and his enjoyment.
He had turned his eyes downward for a moment, but he lifted them to look at me again. He smiled wickedly, his eyes seeming to burn through me with their dominance and their lust. My own eyes went wide as I realized I had forgotten the most humiliating part of his last instruction to me.
In Master Hendryk’s steady blue gaze I thought I could see an unspoken reminder to obey him as I should. He had paused the whole terrible scene to ensure he had the obscene sight of me he wanted, with my hands behind me, parting the little cheeks of my bottom as if in imitation of and sympathy for the ordeal to which his hardness would put my bed sister.
No, not imitation… because Candy’s going to have the cock of the man I love inside her naughty pussy while I spread my backside and show how much I need that huge, filling manhood wherever my master chooses to thrust it.
