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 had found the idea hard even to understand, just as I couldn’t seem to get my head around what Master Hendryk had said, or what the thing in his hand meant. My whole body had started to tremble. My head began to move of its own accord, my chin going back and forth in a no that seemed to come from so far down in my body, in my heart, that it didn’t even form the word in my mind but just made that physical refusal.
My confusion and resistance, I suddenly realized, had kept me from paying attention to Candy’s response to Master Hendryk’s words. At the same time he had brought me to my feet, she had begun to rise from her position over the whipping chair. She had also started to whisper, “No… no… no…”
“Candy,” Master Hendryk growled, his eyes going to her as she moved her hands to the seat of the chair to raise her upper body from it. “Down.”
I gasped. My face creased into a deep pout as a helpless surge of need shot through me, making my hips give a mortifying little thrust as I felt arousal pool inside my pussy so quickly it almost felt like a gush of shameful desire. My master had spoken to this artificial girl—currently acting so very human—as if he were disciplining a pet… punishing a puppy for a mess she had made.
He let go of my arm so he could put his big, golden-furred hand on her back and enforce his command with the strength of his arm. He turned and raised the cane. Even before he had pushed Candy fully back into position over the whipping chair, he started caning her again, not in the measured way he seemed usually to employ when he whipped a girl, but rapidly, over and over, raising a welt with every cut.
Candy shrieked in pain. I cried out in sympathy, standing only inches away with my eyes fixed on my bed sister’s poor punished bottom. The swish-thack seemed almost continuous, and the writhing and clenching of Candy’s red-striped little backside, her desperate search for some way to soften the agony, made me bite my lip and whimper at the surges of shameful, wanton need that jolted my pussy seemingly with each cruel stroke.
Then I heard Candy say something that would have seemed strange if I hadn’t heard her say it before. Master Hendryk must have heard it too, for he stopped caning her. I looked at him, and found him looking back at me. He gave the half wink again, and with a rush of excitement and relief I understood.
Candy had said, in the sobbing voice her body clearly forced on her with the extremity of the pain from Master Hendryk’s wicked rattan, “Transmitting.” Now, with her voice growing calmer with each word, she uttered another string of numbers and letters. “Five gee seven five two ay bee six…”
She went on for a few more seconds with apparently random numbers and letters, but my mind had traveled elsewhere. The first time she had done the transmitting thing, it had happened right after she had said, You were mean to me. She had said it in a harsh, vindictive way… the way a girl might speak when another girl had tried to take away her boyfriend.
Or her master.
Candy was jealous: really jealous—so much so, and with such reality, that it could break her brain. Maybe that was thanks to someone hacking her systems—the thing Master Hendryk had to get to the bottom of. That part didn’t matter to me, but the idea that the artificial girl had developed real feelings, the same kind of feelings I might have about the gorgeous, dominant billionaire who had unexpectedly fallen for me and I for him… it made my forehead crease in sudden sympathy.
So much changed in my mind, with a suddenness that made me a little dizzy. My realization of Candy’s jealousy, of the real, human emotional pain it clearly caused her, confronted me first of all with the idea that I had won, in the unavoidable contest between us over our master’s heart. Triumph and happiness surged within me, but at the same time I felt terribly sad for Candy.
She was still speaking in her strange code. Master Hendryk spoke sharply.
“Seven five gamma interrupt!”
Candy stopped speaking and froze in her position over the whipping chair, just as she had done over my face when Master Hendryk had last used those words.
“Master,” I whispered. “I… would you… I mean… could you please be nice to her?”
CHAPTER 26
Renee
Master Hendryk’s face had an expression of distraction on it—as if he had focused his attention so firmly on Candy that he hadn’t really taken in my plea. I knew something… no, I thought suddenly, I learned something, with a hot thrill of recognition, from my reaction to that expression.