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Oh, no.My back had arched, as he said it—the cruel sort of thing Master G had never said to me because, I had thought, he had never needed to. Between my legs, a surge of heat, and a hard clench, at the terrible thought of my owner’s hardness.
I felt my forehead crease as I looked up at him and I saw that his smile had grown a little wider.
“Yes, my dear,” he said, his voice somehow both soft and brutal at the same time, “that makes your little cunt wet, doesn’t it?”
Master G didn’t use the c-word. The sound of it, out of Master Hendryk’s mouth, sent a shudder through my whole body: the word had shocked me into humiliated arousal on its own. More, I could tell from the casual way he had just called my pussy by that filthiest of names that I belonged from henceforth to a man who would clearly refer to it that way all the time. I could even imagine that he would speak about me that way at a cocktail party, or in a business meeting with other men…My bed girl’s little cunt gets so wet when I whip her—you wouldn’t believe it. Come over tonight and watch me punish her and fuck her.
I bit my lip and shook my head.
“Come now, Renee,” he said, the smile getting even bigger, curling up the left side of his mouth a bit more than the right in a way that to my shock and distress seemed endearing despite the panic that gripped my heart. “Don’t lie to me. That’s not a good way for us to start out, is it?”
Past Master Hendryk I could see Miss Charlotte and Master G standing watching, and I could see the big screen that gave the audience a close-up of my tearstained face. I had a dizzying moment as I wondered whether I actually had left my body, and the girl who had just so unwisely lied to her owner really had become a separate person.
Then a movement right in front of my face drew my attention back to the man in front of me, but not to his face. He had shifted the terrifying length of rattan from his right hand to his left, so that he could draw down the fly of his tuxedo trousers. I felt, more than heard, a whimper rise from my throat.
My owner’s voice floated down from above, his tone light and almost mocking.
“I want to make something very clear to you, Renee,” Master Hendryk said as he reached into his pants to free his hard cock. “Your punishments will always be a sexual thing for me. As you’ll learn, I hope, right now in front of all these people, I’m not a sadist. It’s not your pain that gets me hard.”
An approving murmur went through the audience of kinky billionaires. Heat traveled up and down my body, into my face and between my legs, at the thought that the close-up on the big screen now showed my frightened face with my master’s rigid penis only a few inches away.
“After all,” he said, “I can whip Candy as hard and as often as I please. As you’ll soon learn, her screams and moans are exactly like a real girl’s, and her ass shows cane marks beautifully. But that gets boring. No, I won’t take the strap or the cane to your backside to hurt you. I’ll do it to teach you the most important lesson I know.”
I tried so hard to breathe the way Master G had taught me. I wanted to see him, my wise trainer, but Master Hendryk had stepped closer to me now, so that his lap, and his huge, throbbing manhood, represented my whole field of vision, my whole world. He had it in his hand, pumping it slowly, brandishing it at me.
My mouth filled with saliva, and my hips bucked under the belt. The wanton, animal part of me that Master G had brought out so thoroughly responded to the obscene sight of my master’s cock sticking out of his elegant tuxedo pants. Sheer reflex, conditioned into me by my Institute training, made my jaw slacken and my lips part.
I had sucked so many cocks—I had done it a few times even before the Institute had recruited me at the youth center. The ones I had pleasured in New Jersey had never been as clean as my Institute trainers’, and my new owner clearly groomed himself just as carefully. I could smell the expensive soap Master Hendryk used along with a shamefully thrilling whiff of the forbidden musk of a man’s private places.
I raised my eyes to his face, and the idea that if I pleased my master with my mouth perhaps he would go easier on me came to mind. Some part of me wondered, with a flush of heat in my cheeks, whether that represented only an excuse: deep inside me, my heart felt that dangerous thing that my training master had only helped me glimpse, before.
Force. This man knows how to use force on a girl like me.
I put out my tongue, the way Master G had taught me, curling it over my lower lip. Master Hendryk gently laid the head of his cock on it, and I tasted the slightly salty flavor of his skin.
“Eyes,” he said, his voice taking on a deeper, growly tone that I knew came from the pleasure he had in possessing me. I lifted my gaze again, to see that his eyes had narrowed and his mouth had set into a line that sent a thrill of fear through my chest.
He spoke slowly and evenly.
“I’ll whip you and your bed sister to teach you that I can.”
CHAPTER4
Hendryk
I put my hand under Renee’s chin, grasping her gently there but making it clear, with my fingers so close to her throat, that I meant to exercise my power over her fully, both now and when I had gotten her home.
Power is what will make Renee respond—or perhaps more specifically, force.
I remembered the words of the dossier the Institute had supplied as if I had read them only a moment ago, rather than the two weeks that had elapsed since I had received the invitation to this latest auction. I had attended the monthly auctions on and off for two years before I had acquired Candy six months ago. Since becoming the proud owner of one of Selecta’s most stunning accomplishments in the field of dominant sexual gratification, I had read the dossiers that came with each invitation with interest, but I hadn’t attended.
I hadn’t even felt quite sure why I was still reading the dossiers, really, unless because the Institute’s work had always fascinated me not in a purely sexual but also in an intellectual way. I had jumped at the job offer to head Selecta’s educational division, after all, because it would give me the opportunity to see the Institute’s magic from the inside. Access to the concubine auctions, something very few of the global elite could boast of, had represented my favorite perk and my monthly fix of live pornography even if I didn’t feel ready to bid on a bed girl myself.
Then the even more beguiling perk of an invitation to buy one of the first AI concubines—at a steep discount from the price the lucky trillionaires from outside Selecta would pay—had made me jump to put my disposable income into the purchase of Candy. A man like me could find real girls to dominate and to fuck any day of the week, I had reasoned—and I had certainly done so, even bringing a few of them home to play with Candy.
I supposed I hadn’t quite let go of the idea of owning an Institute-trained concubine, though, despite telling myself that I read the dossiers only out of interest.
Then the dossiers for Renee’s auction had arrived. I had as usual found them all diverting, especially Deirdre’s, which tempted me more than most, because of the girl’s need—as determined by her assessors—for punishments without any reason given, just because she was a submissive little slut who needed spanking. I was glad to see that John Ralston, the friend of mine who had bought Deirdre, had immediately put her over his knee.
