Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I judge (74% certainty) fluctuation benign and likely (61% certainty) constructive: Renee’s principle need, as assessed at the Institute, is to feel herself used with utter thoroughness by her master, precisely as he chooses. Her confusion at this point will, according to this model, serve to reinforce her impression of becoming a mere tool of her master’s enjoyment. The participation of another concubine—a role for which an artificially intelligent concubine is perhaps ideally suited—will further that process.
After absorbing AssBot’s opinion, I let my gaze wander back to the shower scene. If I remembered correctly, the bathroom alone had thirty-seven separate, tiny cameras installed in the tile; the house as a whole had something like six thousand. I could switch between them with a tap on the screen, but here too the house manager’s AI offered my preferred solution—it knew very well what I liked, and it had chosen from the many available views a close-up of Candy kissing Renee passionately as the warm water poured down over them.
My eyes flicked back over to the data, just to check that magic composite number into which the assessment algorithms poured all their available sensor data and their real-time first order analysis.
9
When I returned my attention to the video window, the shot had changed: it showed Candy’s hand on Renee’s hip, inching downward and rearward to hold Renee’s bruised right ass-cheek. I let myself admire my handiwork in the lovely double stripes from the firmly wielded rattan, just for a moment. A chime from the screen brought me back to the number again.
10
The ten flashed, and two words appeared beneath it.
Recalibration. Pre-orgasm.
Renee had just felt more arousal than she had ever experienced during the time Selecta had observed her as an indentured sexual servant—from her recruitment and all the way through her Institute training. As far as I knew, that generally didn’t happen, especially on a girl’s first day in her new owner’s home.
I smiled as I rose and turned off the screen. My cock gave a little leap at the thought of the pleasures to come.
Time to play with my shiny new toy.
Renee
I let out a sob of arousal into Candy’s soft, sweet-tasting mouth. Her soapy fingers, gentle on my sore bottom, traced a cane welt and then went further down, between my cheeks and then between my thighs, making me bend my knees and push out my rear end, then move my bare feet apart on the wet tile.
I tried to say, Please don’t, but I couldn’t even make the p of please, because my mouth just kept kissing Candy’s mouth back.
Seduction? I had thought my reluctance and shame would make it necessary for Master Hendryk to order me to have sex with my new bed sister—that whatever Candy tried to do to make me want to have sex with her wouldn’t work. At the Institute, I had learned to play with another girl as our master watched, and to please a dominant, demanding older woman. I hadn’t liked it, except that I liked knowing that I could do it. The thought of it still always made me blush furiously, just as I blushed under Candy’s caresses in the shower, but I had told myself it just didn’t do anything for me, sexually anyway.
But Candy had boldly taken hold of my hips and turned me toward her with surprising strength, under the warm water pouring down in what seemed a waterfall from the huge golden showerhead on the ceiling. She had leaned her face toward mine, and for reasons I couldn’t seem to track down inside my whirling mind, I had tilted my own face and parted my lips. The seduction I had thought my artificial bed sister couldn’t accomplish had happened in an instant.
Her two middle fingers began to move up and down my tingling inner pussy lips, pushing gently into my sore sheath to find and to draw my own wetness. I cried out softly into her mouth as her other hand took gentle hold of my bottom-cheek, kneading it very softly to bring out the soreness from our master’s cane even as she—yes, fine—seduced my pussy with those skillful fingers.
My cheeks burned, because I had never felt so much need with another girl. No, I realized, with still more heat in my face—I didn’t think I had ever felt so much wanton desire with anyone… not Master G… not even when Master Hendryk’s brutal fucking had taken me to a place of submission I had never visited before.
Did something about Candy’s artificial nature make me moan into her kissing mouth and try shamelessly, desperately to ride the caressing hand she had insinuated between my thighs?
Yes and no, I thought as my mind began to float into that other place I seemed to go when made to serve the sexual wishes of another person—apparently even of a not-real young woman… a living doll owned, like me, by a cruel man who liked to whip girls and use their bodies as his playthings…