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)
Master G had explained to me the reason I had never masturbated despite the strength of my submissive sexual needs. It lay, he had said, in my natural fear, shared by so many submissives, of what would become of me if anyone—paradoxically but also logically including me—found out about the dark desires inside me. If, for example, someone were to discover what happened inside me when I heard about another girl getting spanked.
Or watched another girl grasping her ankles while her owner worked her poor bare pussy like he’s kneading dough.
Candy’s cries rang piteously off the echoing tiled walls of the bathroom. Master Hendryk had his thumb in her bottom-hole and his middle two fingers inside her vagina. His hand moved rhythmically, and Candy’s noises came from her bent-over chest in the same rhythm. Her hips, too, pushed up with our owner’s brutal cadence.
I looked up from my artificial bed sister’s backside into Master Hendryk’s face. My hands tightened on the towel.
“Do as you’re told, Renee,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he beheld my apparent disobedience. “I want to see your hand on your pussy in the next five seconds, or the whipping you get will be a lot more painful than those three strokes last night were.”
My lips parted and my fingers let go of the towel at the same moment. I couldn’t even tell whether I had meant to drop it, or it had fallen from my hand out of the fear that had gripped me at my master’s threat. I thrust my hand down and put it over my pussy. I started to stroke the tender cleft, my middle finger rubbing along the center, between my inner lips. I did it mechanically, and although I felt such urgent need inside my fingers on my just-dried labia didn’t provide any satisfaction.
“Put them inside,” Master Hendryk commanded over Candy’s sobbing moans. “Get some of those naughty juices so you can make yourself feel good.”
Something about the tone of his voice seemed to open a floodgate onto the swirling mass of my confused thoughts. The way Master Hendryk simply said that kind of thing, as if he were making ordinary conversation, brought a protest to my lips.
“B-but…” I stammered.
When Master G had given me instructions, some of them just as lewd as the command Master Hendryk had just spoken, he had used a voice that suggested he understood how difficult an independent young woman like me would find it to obey. My new owner, on the other hand, uttered his obscene orders as if, on the contrary, a girl like me should know very well the importance of probing inside her aching vagina and gathering her wetness to spread it to her clit.
Suddenly I needed him to know that I couldn’t do it—not with the sight of him forcibly pleasuring his artificial concubine in my eyes and the sound of her helpless, uncomfortable arousal in my ears.
“But… But I don’t…” My breathing had gone wild. I took a gulp of air, trying desperately to feel some sense of control, if not over the situation then at least over myself. “Can she… Can she really feel it?”
Master Hendryk looked down at Candy’s raised backside. For a moment I wondered whether what I had just said had only been in my head. Then my owner delivered his response: he took his right hand away from Candy’s pussy and anus and started to spank her pretty bottom hard and fast. Then he glanced at me for a moment before returning his attention to Candy’s quickly reddening rear. Over her shrieks of pain he spoke to me, though he kept his eyes on his AI concubine’s delectable ass.
“It definitely seems like she feels it, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes,” I managed to say. I felt my face pucker into a mask of distress and unwelcome arousal. I whimpered as my fingers obeyed Master Hendryk’s command, and then the whimper became a sob at how shamefully wet I found myself. Through all the conflict in my heart and mind, the absolute need to spread that slick, wonderful moisture upward to where it would help the most with the raging, aching fire prevailed. Without the slightest intention, my left hand went behind me, and it squeezed my caned bottom, my own caned bottom, in some strange kind of sympathy with my bed sister’s terrible ordeal.
My eyes had fixed themselves on Candy’s poor, rosy backside. When Master Hendryk took his hand away, after he had delivered yet another hard spank, I could see her bottom clench and squirm as she tried to ease some of the pain. I could see her little pink pussy, and her little pink anus, so terribly exposed by the shameful position our owner had placed her in. My fingers in front moved on my clit… my fingers behind crept between my own punished bottom-cheeks to touch the forbidden place where Master Hendryk had opened me just last night and fucked me brutally to teach me obedience.