There is still more to come.
Things are heating up as her master shows her sexual pleasure, but will she be able to reciprocate when she finds out what he wants?

"Do you understand?”

Henrietta thought about what he said. She wasn't really sure. He took her silence as his answer.

“How about I show you?”

Before she knew it, her master had slid his hand into her panties and was gently stroking her virgin slit. Her face turned bright red. Her wildest fantasy coming true, she couldn't speak. Only a soft moan escaping her lips. He gently caressed her now erect clit.

“These are sexual feeling Henrietta.”

He whispered in her ear. Seeing how his touch excited her, he was sure that little embellishment was driving her brain mad. Her eyes were closed and her lips were trembling. Her higher brain functions were clearly shutting down, overtaken by pleasure. He didn't see any reason to deprive her, he began spreading her labia and letting it slam closed. He pushed her down so he was straddling her, his face the only thing her occipital lobe could register, and started to rub her clit. She let out another moan as every stroke brought her clover to orgasm.

“I love you, my Henrietta”

he said before kissing her. He couldn't imagine she would last much longer. He finally slid his finger all the way inside. The gentle penetration made her gasp and shutter. With a single stroke of her young vagina by her beloved, she reached orgasm.

She completely passed out. He removed his finger from his unconscious cyborg and patiently waited for her to come down and wake up. He was certain, but wrong, that that was her first orgasm. She slowly regained consciousness, her frontal lobes still fuzzy after what happened.

“How was that?”

He asked her. Henrietta struggled to speak. Her brain still not fully awake after such a powerful orgasm.

“I-it felt good.”

Her soft, sweet voice unsteady. His heart fluttered, he loved how sweet and innocent she is.

"Those are sexual feelings. You can feel alittle like that if you look or think about the person you like, even if you aren't touching them.”

He knew whatever was still functioning in her head was hanging on his every word.

“Now, Henrietta. There are times I feel that way thinking about you.”

Her bright red blush was returning.

“I sometimes imagine you in a…. vulnerable position. Where you show me everything you're made of. I find that image of you sexual.”

He was looking deep into her eyes. She was transfixed by her master’s attention. She craved it.

“Henrietta, will you show me everything tonight?”

Henrietta's mind was racing. He never directly addressed her like this. Or even asked anything remotely like this of her. Her pleasure center ached for more. The chemicals dictating her higher function wouldn't let her say no to him.

"Anything you want, master.”

Her voice was as soft and weak as ever. He kissed her, letting off another moan.

“Henrietta, come with me to the basement.”

He stood up and offered her a hand. She took it, excited to be holding his hand and get so much attention from him.