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)
And Candy’s resistance, I realized, had just made that necessity inside me much greater: the idea that she needed it too seemed to increase my own helpless desire exponentially.
“I don’t care that it’s not fair, Candy,” Master Hendryk said, his voice stern. “You’ll obey me without any reward, and if you do a good job I may let you have a little pleasure in that naughty cunt.”
“But you always fuck her,” Candy protested. “I need fucking too!”
“That’s it,” he replied, shifting his tone from stern to thunderous. “You just earned yourself the whipping of your young life, Candy. You’re not going to sit comfortably for a week.”
He pulled his erection out of my pussy. I let out a whimper of disappointment as I felt his soothing hardness leave me.
“I’m sorry, Renee,” Master Hendryk said. “I’ll finish fucking you later. Please go get the cane from the cabinet. Candy, pull the whipping chair out and lay yourself over it.”
“Master,” she wailed from beneath me, “no… please… I’ll lick them! Don’t whip me! I’m sorry, and I’ll never… I’ll never disobey you again!”
Her sudden change from defiance to penitence took me by surprise. I could easily imagine a real girl reacting that way, as her master called her bluff.
“You have a lot to learn, Candy,” Master Hendryk said, very coldly. “This is how I teach naughty girls the lessons they need. You know that.”
To my astonishment, Candy became frantic.
“Master, please, no,” she sobbed, trying to scramble out from under me and causing the two of us to get tangled into a knot of mobile naked flesh. “Renee… please… don’t let him whip me?”
She had brought our chests close together. I thought I could feel her heart beating wildly. Her nipples, stiff with desire or fear or both, rubbed against mine as she tried to squirm up the bed.
I had no idea what to do. At least I knew that my being at a loss didn’t pose a threat to Master Hendryk’s plan. Even if I hadn’t understood his aim—that our owner was treating Candy this way in an attempt to figure out what had gone wrong in her programming—I would still have had no concept of how to behave in the face of her rebellion and her sudden fear of the cane.
Trust me. I felt him shift his hands on my body, moving them from my waist to put one strong, furry arm under my chest and the other under my thighs to lift me off my terrified bed sister. The warmth of his body seemed to send the feeling of confidence and comfort radiating through my body.
Candy scrambled off the bed as Master Hendryk set me on my feet. She tried to run by him where he stood at the foot of the bed. With a quickness that seemed to belie the looming size of his muscular naked body, he turned without any haste that I could sense and reached out. He caught Candy easily around the waist. He put her calmly over the side of the bed despite her struggles, with her arms twisted behind her and his left hand atop her wrists. She tried to kick, but Master Hendryk simply ignored the flailing of her legs and started to spank her, very hard and very fast.
“Renee,” he told me over the echoing smacks of his enormous hand on Candy’s quickly reddening bottom and her screams of pain and protest, “fetch the cane, please.”
“Master! Master!” Candy cried. “Please!”
I felt a deep frown break out on my face as I moved to obey Master Hendryk’s command. I remembered Candy’s threat to pee on my face. I remembered the feeling of her body preparing to carry out that threat. I remembered her spanking me with her little hand, and queening me with her fragrant, soaking pussy.
That’s what you get, my mind said. That’s how Master teaches us.
A dismaying clench took hold between my legs. My knees wobbled as I crossed the distance to the ornate, freestanding wooden cabinet across the soft, luxurious pile of the bedroom carpet.
You were naughty, you little slut. You tried to take Master’s cock away from me when I needed it so bad.
The spanks and cries made me feel lightheaded.
Spank her hard, Master. Harder.
My face worked with the extremity of my inner conflict. Surely there was nothing wrong with wishing for an artificial girl to receive the harsh punishment she had earned?
I chewed hard on the inside of my cheek.
I managed to keep myself from turning around, but as I reached out for the handles of the cabinet doors I couldn’t think of anything but what I would see when I turned back with the cane in my hands: the naughty girl naked over the side of the bed, Master Hendryk’s powerful naked body, his huge hard cock swaying a little as he punished her.