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)
He finished lowering me to my knees on the soft comforter. I tried to kick a little on the way down but Master Hendryk put an immediate stop to that with a hard squeeze to my pussy and the driving of his thumb into my anus. I cried out and bent my knees so that when he propelled my upper body over and down, toward the mattress, I collapsed onto my elbows.
“Spread that ass for me, my dear,” Master Hendryk said as he stepped back from the bed and let go of me. “Face down. Hands on those little cheeks and open wide. I want a good look at that sweet asshole before I go back to work for a while.”
I felt my forehead crease so deeply it hurt, and my face burned like the sun. How had I gotten into this position, with my tummy full of butterflies at the thought of what my master and my strange bed sister were going to do to my poor almost-virgin bottom? I gave a sob and I put my hands back, dropping my face to the mattress as much to hide it from Candy as to obey Master Hendryk’s order.
I whimpered at the touch of my own fingers on my bruised cheeks, and then again as I did as my owner had commanded and opened myself to show him the shameful place where he had already taken his brutal pleasure once, and meant to enjoy himself again much too soon for my comfort.
“There we go,” he said, his voice seeming to come from far behind and above me. “Get her nice and ready for me, Candy. Not too much lube, though. We don’t want to make this easy for her, do we?”
CHAPTER 15
Renee
“Why do you think he left you to me?” Candy asked as soon as I heard the door close behind Master Hendryk.
I had gone deep into subspace without noticing it. That was the way it always happened, and Master G had taught me not to panic when I realized that I had gotten detached from my body, but Candy’s bright question brought a wave of fear into my free-floating consciousness. It seemed to come from very far away not only in distance but also in meaning, as if the artificial girl had spoken in a foreign language despite every word being in plain English.
I became dimly aware, in the darkness of the comforter’s soft surface that enclosed my face, through the tension of my arms stretched back to keep following my master’s humiliating command, that Candy had moved. I heard the drawer of a bedside table open to my right, and then I heard her rummaging around.
She didn’t seem to mind that I hadn’t responded to her question. I couldn’t even tell how much time had passed since she had asked it, let alone since Master Hendryk had left the room; it seemed like it might have been as little as a few seconds or as much as half an hour. I didn’t have an answer, even though Candy had asked precisely the question that our owner had told me I must ponder in his absence. I did, to my surprise, feel the need to say something, if only to distract myself from the distressing noises that indicated my bed sister had begun to carry out Master Hendryk’s will.
“I…” I started, and found my mouth full of the comforter’s soft, clean-tasting cover.
“Hmm?” Candy asked. The noises in the drawer stopped, and then I heard her closing it.
I turned my face to the side, my left cheek against the mattress and my eyes and mouth free. I instantly regretted it when I saw Candy standing there, looking at me, holding a tube of lube in one hand—not too much lube, I remembered Master Hendryk saying, my heart skipping a beat at the recollection—and a long, thick black anal plug in the other.
That… that can’t be the little punishment plug, can it?
It had ridges. Three wavy ridges, each one wider than the last, before the flared base. It looked like the same hard silicone all the plugs at the Institute were made out of, except that at least in Master G’s training room the plugs were pink or purple or blue.
And not as big. Even the biggest.
Yes, I had heard some of the other girls talk about things they had heard from friends in other training groups—especially Master A’s group, which trained young women specifically as bottom girls. I had known, obviously, that some concubines got punished this way, but it had never happened to me or to any of my groupmates.
I snapped out of subspace in a terribly disorienting millisecond.
“That’s… that’s…” I tried to say.
“It’s going to hurt!” Candy said cheerfully. “Master is frustrated with you, I’m pretty sure, so this is what you get. I think you’ll learn your lesson, don’t you?”