The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

 

Chapter 20

 

 

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A week has past, and I have spent that time resting and recuperating from the ordeal with the doctor.  The last thing I remember is cuming like I‘ve never cum before. Waves of pleasure flowed through my body consuming me while at the same time the electric shocks delivered to my system though my nipples and clit increased.  Then I must have blacked out!   The next thing I remember is waking up in my own bed.

 

Physically there is no damage, and I feel much better, but I have changed.  The injection I received in my clit from Shakiro did enlarge my clit by over half an inch. It looks like the change is permanent.  Now, even when I walk my clit is stimulated and constantly hard. When I resume my morning walks, I can see where this will pose a problem. Well, a problem for me but a source of entertainment for the Marquis and his perverted friends. 

 

Also, my hair is now down to my shoulders. The rapid growth still continues. A hair stylist attends to my growing hair on a daily basis.

 

The massage therapist has also become part of my daily routine.  Tomorrow I start my daily exercise routine again.  Work on the movie has been postponed for a week to allow me to recuperate.  Actually, I haven’t seen the Marquis since the filming with Claudette.  Monique informs me that I will have audience with him today.

 

Emotionally I’m having a difficult time. I feel so used, and sometimes I think I’m my own worst enemy. I can be such a poor judge of character. I think this comes from being too trusting and taking people at face value.

 

I vaguely remember that day with Dr. Shakiro. I know he injected me with some drug that heightened all my senses. I also know that I agreed to abuse myself in order to cum, and this is what I have the most difficult time dealing with.  That I would purposely inflict pain on myself and take the chance of damaging myself in order to cum repulses me. I was driven to that point once before. What would possess me to do such a thing?  I know I was under the influence of drugs, but I submitted to the abuse.  I’m filled with shame. I’m not the person I use to be. I liked the old Gwen better.  Before this all happened to me, I felt much better about myself. Now I’m nothing more than a slut obsessed with satisfying my carnal desires.

 

The only thing I can say in my defense is that I didn’t ask to be this way. The Marquis de Sade made me this way! He turned me into what I am today, and I fear he isn’t done yet. I have this nagging feeling that he will continue to modify my body and mold me into who knows what. It’s strange that I referred to him by his full name. I never did that before. Maybe the fact that Claudette addressed him as de Sade might have triggered it. It doesn’t really matter, does it?  I just hope he isn’t as sadistic as his libertine great, great, great grandfather.

 

For the first time in a week I am fully dressed with my customary over the knee boots, cuffs, and, of course, custom bra.  Today’s color is a bright green.  This is new. I haven’t seen it before. I must get accustomed to these five inch heels after having a reprieve from them for a week.

 

After lunch Claire milks me. She has been distant lately and has very little to say.  She is acting very professional and businesslike, but sometimes I catch her staring at me.

 

When my milking is done, Monique escorts me to the Marquis.  As we walk down the hall, I am very conscious of my clit. My clit sticks well out of its hood and constantly rubs against it causing it to throb and get harder.  I now find I am very aroused just from walking. 

 

By the time we reach the Marquis, I am extremely horny and my pussy lips are swollen and throbbing.  Don’t think too badly of me. I can’t help it.  I can’t help what I have become.

 

I assume my normal subservient position not wanting to irritate the Marquis as I wait for him to finish up whatever he is doing.  He seems to be engrossed in some papers he’s reading.  After around ten minutes or so, he puts down his papers and approaches me.

 

“Well, Gwen, how you are feeling?” he inquires.

 

“Fine, sir,” I respond.

 

“That’s good to hear. I want you ready for next week’s shooting.  This movie is turning out much better than I ever imagined possible. Last Friday’s scene was absolutely amazing!” 

 

Last Friday.  What is he talking about? The scene with Claudette was last Thursday.

 

“Are you referring to the scene with Claudette that was taped last Thursday?” I ask cautiously.

 

“No, Gwen, I’m talking about the scene with Dr. Shakiro that was taped on Friday,” he says.

 

“You knew what was going to happen to me at the doctor’s?” I ask incredulously.

 

“Well, of course, I knew,” he responds.

 

“But I thought I was just going for a check-up to make sure I was alright,” I say.

 

“And that’s exactly what you were suppose to think, Gwen,” he snickers.

 

“But there were no camera’s in his office.”

 

“There most certainly were.  Three hidden cameras caught all the action.  Actually one was right above you that captured many excellent close-up shots of you.”

 

Oh my God, everyone will see what I did to myself! How I begged for “The Intimidator.”   How I abused my breasts with pins. Tears well up in my eyes as I think of the humiliation this video will cause me.

 

“Did you think for one minute that Dr. Shakiro would experiment on you with a new drug without my knowledge?  No, the whole thing was planned, Gwen.  Your lack of knowledge of the whole affair allowed you to be spontaneous,” he muses.

 

“How could you allow that to be taped,” I cry feeling like such a fool.

 

“Those things make for great movies, my dear.  This is no run-of-the-mill porn film.  I seek to titillate my viewers, to take them to new heights, to show them the extreme!” he continues as he paces back and forth in front of me.

 

Yes, but at my expense.  I have to pay the price. I have to be manipulated to new levels of depravity so you can “titillate” your viewers.  My self-worth and self-esteem has to be sacrificed.

 

“You’ve grown so quiet.  Is something wrong?” he asks.

 

Is something wrong! He really has no clue and doesn’t care. As long as I serve his purposes, nothing else really matters, does it.

 

“No, sir,” I say sadly.

 

He picks up the remote and unclasps my bra.  He then removes it and spends some time examining my breasts.

 

“It’s remarkable! There are absolutely no blemishes on your breasts.  No one would ever know that just over a week ago you were sticking three inch needles in them,” he remarks.

 

“I didn’t do it by choice, sir. I was drugged and duped into it as you very well know,” I blurt out not able to hold back my tears.

 

“Whether you did it by choice or not is of little consequence.  The fact remains that you did it!” he retorts slapping me across the face. “Dr. Shakiro’s drug simply heightened your sensitivity.  It wasn’t a mind control drug. You had a choice and you made it.”

 

“If I wasn’t under the influence of that drug, I would have never done that to myself,” I stubbornly reply trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

 

“I beg to differ with you, Gwen.  You are a slut who thinks about nothing else but cuming. Look at your clit now.  It’s throbbing and hard.  All you think about is sex,” he says.

 

“My clit is throbbing and hard because he enlarged it again. It always sticks out now. It’s always sensitive.  I was never like this before I came here,” I cry.

 

“You may have never acted like this before, Gwen, but deep down your true nature was lying latent.  The slut in you was simply looking for an opportunity to take over, and now it has.  You love everything that I do to you.  When you think about it afterwards and even in the midst of your degradation, you get aroused.”

 

“You did this to me. I was never like that before,” I stubbornly retort.

 

“I’ve told you before to speak to me with respect.  Do I make myself clear?” he says as he grabs my nipples and squeezes and pulls them.

 

I cry out in pain.

 

“I think you like to be punished, Gwen. I think you are insolent on purpose so I’ll punish you,” he taunts me.

 

“I do not,” I say whimpering.

 

“Yes, I think you like nothing better than to get punished and to have an excuse to punish and abuse yourself, maybe not at a conscious level but subconsciously you do.”

 

I stand there silently. Why argue. I can’t win. He’ll only make life more miserable for me if I say anything else.

 

The Marquis looks at me, eyeing me up and down.  He is one of the few people that can make me feel self-conscious now. It’s almost as if he’s looking through me.  I’m feeling very uncomfortable right now.  It’s also becoming difficult to maintain this position in these five inch heels. 

 

Finally he breaks the silence.

 

“Gwen, what if I offered you an opportunity to cum right now?” he asks.

 

He’s got to be kidding.  To cum again in just over a week would be heaven, but there has to be a catch.  He’s anything but Mr. Nice Guy.

 

“Would you like that, Gwen? I thought that would make you happy?”

 

“Oh yes, sir, I would like that very much.”

 

“Yes, you like to cum because you’re a slut!”

 

Yes, sir, if you say so, sir,” I reply.

 

“I say so because it’s the truth!” he insists.

 

I need to keep my mouth shut before he gets riled. He stands close to me and reaches down to worry my clit as his questioning continues. 

 

“What would you do to be allowed to cum?” he asks.

 

“I’d do whatever you tell me to do,” I respond.

 

“Why would you do whatever I tell you to do?” his questions continue.

 

“Because you are the master. You own me,” I reply hoping this appeases him.

 

“The rules are changing for today, Gwen. You can say no and that’s perfectly alright. I’m not going to be upset one way or the other,” he says as he continues to play with me clit which is getting me highly aroused.

 

He knows what he’s doing.  I just wish I could figure out what his game is.  It’s hard to think clearly when he’s stimulating me like this.  I’m not complaining. I like the attention.  I just don’t know where this is all leading.

 

“Do you remember Dopey?” asks the Marquis.

 

“Oh yes, sir,” I quickly answer. Maybe too quickly.  How could I forget Dopey? How could any girl who has experienced Dopey forget him?

 

“Well, how would you like Dopey to bring you to orgasmic bliss” he asks.

 

“”I would like that, sir,” I answer.

 

“I’m sure you would,” he responds.

 

“What would you be willing to do if I brought Dopey up here right now?” he asks.

 

“I’m not quite sure I know what you mean, sir,” I answer.

 

“Everything comes at a price, Gwen.  Are you willing to pay the price?”

 

“What would that be, sir?” I ask

 

I know this can’t be good. I know he’ll want me to do something degrading, but I need to find out especially if it would mean some time with Dopey.

 

“Well, let me think!  What could I have you do? Something you might agree to seeing that you’re completely sober and not under the influence of any drugs.  Aaaaahhhhh, I think I have it,” he says.

 

He walks over to his desk and comes back with a small silver box.  He stands before me and resumes playing with my clit.  I wish he wouldn’t do that. I’m getting so aroused. It’s hard to think straight when I’m horny.

 

“You’re probably wondering what’s in this box. Would you like to guess, Gwen?” he asks.

 

“No, sir,” I reply.

 

“Not the adventuresome type, eh?  Well, Gwen, it’s something you’ve become very familiar with,” he says.

 

He then opens the box. My jaw drops open as I look upon the contents.  He can’t be serious?  Why would he want to do that to me again?  There’s no way. I absolutely refuse. After all, he gave me the choice.

 

“This one is only an inch and a half long! All you have to do is insert it in your nipple like you did the three inch ones. I would say that’s a bargain,” he says.

 

I stare at the pin which really doesn’t look too dangerous.

 

“After inserting these inch and a half pins in your nipples, we have some nice short half inch ones that you can insert all around the edge of your areolas.”

 

He’s serious. He really wants me to do this to myself.  Why doesn’t he do it to me?

 

“You can do that to me he you want, sir,” I replay.

 

“Oh no, Gwen, I’m not going to do anything to you.  You’re going to do it to yourself and only if you really want to. If you refuse, you can go back to your quarters and have a nice leisurely afternoon.  That will be the end of it! The decision is totally up to you. I’m not forcing you to do anything,” he says.

 

I know I should refuse and leave.  That would be the end of it, but the prospect of cuming and at the same time with Dopey is very tempting.

“Take a few minutes to think about it, Gwen,” he says with a smirk on his face.

 

My clit is throbbing. I’m highly aroused. I can feel an itch in my pussy that really needs attention.  The thought of Dopey’s seven inch tongue working its way into my pussy is making me wetter.  The slut in me wants that so much!

 

I didn’t like sticking those needles in my nipples.  Why did Claudette have to start with that stuff anyway?  These are only an inch and a half long. That’s not as bad as the others. They are painful, but they don’t cause any permanent damage.  And Dopey would be distracting me and countering any pain, I may feel.  Plus, they kind of get me aroused.

 

“Well, Gwen, have you decided?” asks the Marquis.

 

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

 

“And?”

 

“I’ll do it, sir,” I stammer.

 

“You understand that this is your decision.  You have the right of refusal,” he says.

 

“Yes, sir,” I reply.

 

“You also understand that all that has happened thus far has been taped by hidden camera, and in all likelihood will be part of your debut motion picture?”

 

“I didn’t know that, sir,” I stammer somewhat taken aback by the fact that this was taped.

 

“Are you aware that I have hidden cameras?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Did I not tell you that everything that happened with the doctor was taped?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Didn’t the thought cross your mind that I might be taping this?”

 

“Well, sir, I never really thought about it.”

 

“That’s the point, Gwen. You don’t think, and that’s alright. I like you like that,” he laughs. “Sluts are not suppose to think.”

 

I look down.

 

“So you now understand that everything that has happened thus far has been taped?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“And that everything that happens for the remainder of the afternoon will also be taped, only we will bring the film crew in to get some really good shots,” he adds.

 

“I do now, I guess.”

 

“Good! Just so there are no misunderstandings. I would hate to have you come back later and say you were used or mislead.”

 

Everything happens very quickly after that. A camera crew arrives and sets up. A large reclining chaise is the main focal point. In front of that is placed a full length mirror. I later find out that it is a Claudette Chaise.  How ironic that the very thing she introduced me to, I will perform on myself on a piece of furniture that bears her name.

 

The only attire I wear for this scenario is my over the knee boots.

 

One of the Marquis’s technicians places the small speaker in my ear so that the Marquis can give me directions. I now lay on the chaise with my legs straddling the sides. My pussy is completely exposed as the cameramen take some close-up shots. I anxiously wait for Dopey to arrive.  I can feel his long tongue right now licking my large clit, and then working its way down to my opening. I get wetter just thinking about it.

 

“Can you hear me, Gwen? If so, nod. We’re ready to begin,” he says.  It’s as if he’s whispering in my ear, but I can see he is over behind the cameras getting ready.  He’s probably waiting for Dopey.

 

“All right, Gwen, on the word action, get up and walk over to the vanity.  Pick up the silver box with the pins in it and walk back.  Lie back down on the chaise and make sure to spread your legs wide. Also, make sure your tits bounce up and down as you walk over and back,” he directs.

 

“All right, everyone, quiet on the set.  Lights! Camera! Action!”

 

I get up from the chaise and saunter over to the vanity. I know that all eyes are on me, and I’m being filmed by three cameras from various angles. Somehow this excites me.  I’m further excited by the prospects of what Dopey will soon be doing to me.  I pick up the silver box and walk back to the chase, my breasts bouncing seductively on my chest.  They shimmy unconfined with every step I take.  Back at the lounge I recline and spread my legs wide, revealing my huge clit and my puffy labia.

 

“That’s good, Gwen, nicely done. Now play with your nipples. Squeeze them, pull on them, just be creative,” directs the Marquis.

 

I take my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and roll them back and forth.  This is all new to me. I’ve never been allowed to touch myself before and certainly not to arouse myself.  I’m fascinated at how my nipples get even harder and the pleasure I can give them.  I look in the mirror, and I can see my large nipples being rolled between my fingers. I pull on them sending a charge to my already throbbing clit. I hope Dopey will soon be here, or should I say Shawn?  I remember back to that night he came to my chambers.  The love and concern he showed for me.

 

The Marquis’s words snap me out of my reverie.

 

“All right, Gwen, open the box and take out one of the inch and a half pins and look at it. Play with it. Tease your right nipple with it. Dopey should be here soon,” he directs.

 

As the cameras zoom in, I open the box and take out the pin. My right nipple is aching as I take the pin and run it all over it. It sends shivers up and down my spine.  I then circle my nipple with the pin and then around my areola further exciting myself.  I think about what I’m going to do with that pin. How I’m going to drive it into the end of my nipple.  I strangely get more excited at this thought. My pussy is dripping. My clit aches more than ever.

 

“Good, Gwen, that’s good. I can see you’re really getting into this. Now, take the pin and hold the point at the center of your nipple. Really play this out, and then slowing push the pin all the way into your nipple,” directs the Marquis.

 

It’s almost as if he’s right there by my side the way he whispers in my ear.  I’m so turned on. I take the pin and hold the point at the center of my right nipple. Flashes come back to me of when Claudette drove those two inch pins into my nipples, only this time it’s different. It is my choice. I decided to do this. That excites me even more as I moan feeling the tip of the needle against my nipple.

 

“Gwen, before you insert the pin into your nipple, I thought I would let you know that I also put several three inch pins in there in case you decide you might like to switch to them. Of course, it’s totally up to you. Considering you’re nipples are an inch and a quarter long, you might get more turned on by the longer needles.”

 

Oh God, three inch needles. I did do that last week, and there was no damage. This pin is awfully short. I look in the box and see the three inch needles gleaming as they stand out next to the one remaining inch and a half pin. Like a magnet my hand is drawn to them as I take one from the box and discard the shorter pin.  I moan as a place the tip against my nipple. I must look quite the sight sitting here on the chaise with my legs spread wide, getting off this way.  I push on the needle and it enters my nipple. I feel the sharp pain in my nipple caused by the intruder but at the same time my clit throbs and grows harder. I look at my nipple fascinated as I push and the pin disappears into my flesh. An inch and a half is already buried in my nipple.  I moan feeling so nasty. I take the other needle and place it on my left nipple.  I shiver. I then slowly push driving the tip forward into my nipple. I keep pushing and the pin disappears until half of it is buried.

 

“That’s great, Gwen. Don’t push them in any further yet.  They look so erotic sticking out of your nipples. Try squeezing your breasts and licking your lips. Look at the camera with that lustful look in your eye. Think about what Dopey’s going to do to you very soon.”

 

Oh yes, Dopey and that wonderful tongue not to mention his two cocks.  This time I won’t have to worry about being shocked. Dopey can bring me to orgasm. Oh my God, I can’t wait. These thoughts go through my mind as I squeeze my tits, watching the pins that protrude obscenely from my nipples. I can’t believe I’m really doing this.  I’m such a nasty slut!

 

I squeeze my breasts together feeling the pins move in my nipples which just further excites me. Oh, where is Dopey. I need him so badly right now. I hold my breasts up and lick my nipples. God, I’ve never done that to myself before. A chill runs up and down my spine.  When Dopey gets here, maybe he can lick my nipples too. The thought sends shivers up and down my spine.

 

I then lay back and play with the pins. I can’t hold off any long as I push on both of them at the same time and watch them slowly disappear into my nipples. They’re all the way in, and I’m so hot and turned on. I reach down to rub my clit.

 

“No, Gwen, don’t touch yourself there. Only your breasts,” the Marquis commands.

 

I instinctively obey.  I forget that any freedom I enjoy right now is only at the whim of the Marquis. 

 

I moan. My pussy is itching and in need of attention.  How I wish I could put my legs together and rub my clit. I’m so wet down there.

 

“Try smacking your nipples, Gwen. See if that excites you,” directs the Marquis.

 

Out of pure frustration I try it. I smack my left nipple which drives the pin in deeper sending waves of pain to my breast. I breathe faster and heavier as my chest heaves up and down. I then smack my right nipple sending waves of pain through that breast.  The pain dulls as my pussy gets wetter and wetter.  I find that this is getting me more excited. I continue to smack my nipples and moan with the pain and pleasure that courses throughout my body. I’m working myself up into a frenzy.

 

“That’s great, Gwen. Now just try to settle down a little bit,” directs the Marquis.

 

I lay back. My breasts heave up and down on my chest as I try to catch my breath. My hips are constant motion as the heat builds in my loins. I need Dopey. I look in the mirror and see a slut in heat, sexy and bizarre at the same time. My shoulder length hair framing my lust-filled gaze as I play with my large voluptuous breasts.

 

“Gwen, I just got a call that Dopey can’t be found. Evidently, he was mistakenly taken with the other dwarves for a night of entertainment at the Count’s gala event. I’m not quite sure what to do at this point,” he says.

 

“Cut! Everyone take a 20 minute break, and then we’ll continue filming,” says the Marquis to all present.

 

Everyone leaves to get refreshments in the other room, leaving me alone with the Marquis. 

 

“Ok Gwen, stand and assume the position,” he commands.

 

I get up from the chaise and lock my hands behind my head with my legs spread wide. The movement of my breasts makes me very much aware of the three inch pins still imbedded in my nipples.

 

The Marquis approaches and pushes on my nipples. He is fascinated by the pins buried in my nipples.

 

“How do they feel, Gwen?” he asks as he pulls the left one half way out and then slowly pushes it back in.

 

I close my eyes feeling the pin reenter my flesh, pain mixed with pleasure gives me conflicting signals.

 

“You like that, don’t you?   You enjoy sticking those pins in your tits, and I bet you’ll enjoy it just as much when you take those half inch pins and circle your areoles.”

 

“You promised that Dopey would be here if I agreed to do this,”

 

“There are some things that are beyond my control, but I promise you I will have someone here to bring you to a climax. I am a man of my word. I’m just not sure who, but the person will be here by the time you’re done inserting the other pins,” he says.

 

I know better than to argue with the Marquis. I can’t win. The fact that he’s still willing to let me cum is enough for me.  I must trust him. I’m in such a state now, there’s no turning back. I need to cum!

 

“What about one of the technicians?” I ask.

 

“Be serious, Gwen.  I can’t use some average schmuck in this movie. The person I use must be exceptional.  Dopey would have been perfect, but I will find someone else. I’m working on it as we speak.”

 

I’m just so hot. I wanted Dopey so badly.  I moan.

 

The Marquis leans over and takes my right nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it. I can feel the pin moving in my nipple as he applies pressure and moves his head slightly back and forth.  At the same time he reaches down and rubs his finger up and down my slit. I’m getting so aroused. He switches nipples as he continues to play with my pussy. My breath comes in short bursts as I get hotter and hotter, my breasts shimmying on my chest.

 

Just then the film crew returns, and the Marquis orders everyone back to their places. I once again lay back in the chaise with my legs spread. I’m now hotter than ever. My pussy is a swamp. 

 

“You look highly aroused, my little slut. Are you ready?  When the action begins, start pushing those half inch pins all round the outside of your areolas. Nod if you understand.” I hear a whisper in my ear.

 

I nod.

 

“All right, quiet on the set! Places everyone! Lights! Camera! Action!” directs the Marquis.

 

Besides the fact that I’m so hot and turned on, the bright lights are adding to my discomfort.  Shutting out the rest of the world, I take one of the short pins and place it at the top of my right areola and push. It breaks through and goes all the way in. I feel excruciating pain for only a moment as it soon begins to fade.  My clit is throbbing horribly. I take another pin and become obsessed with completing the ring around my nipple. Each pin produces the same result, an intense burst of pain that soon fades. By now my clit aches so badly. It sticks out begging for attention, but there is no one to attend to it. I want so badly to reach down and rub it. I want to bury my fingers in my pussy.  My hips move involuntarily trying to create some friction.

 

I then start working on my left nipple methodically placing the pins and pushing them all the way in. I can’t imagine how I look.  I know I’m getting dizzy from the arousal I’m feeling. I look up and into the mirror.  A wanton slut looks back at me with glazed eyes and a sopping wet pussy - I look and feel like a total slut.  I moan in lust!

 

“Gwen, you look quite hot. I think I’ve finally found a suitable replacement for Dopey. She’ll be on the set momentarily.  Let her take the lead.  Play out the rest of the scene her way.  I had to make several concessions. I promise you’ll be rewarded in the end,” the Marquis says.

 

Oh God, he’s finally found someone. It’s a female, but I don’t care. I just want her mouth all over my pussy devouring me so that I can get the release I need so badly. I’m so fucking hot. I need to cum.

 

Several minutes pass as I squeeze my breasts, mesmerized by the pattern formed by the pins. It’s so surreal. I can’t believe I actually did this to myself. How do I get myself in these predicaments?

 

A cleaning lady is walking onto the set. What is she doing here? My God, she’s ancient. She must be 90 years old. Her skin is all shriveled up and looks like leather. She’s using a cane.

 

She walks over to me and looks down.

 

“What have you done to yourself, Missy?” she asks in a crackling voice.

 

I just star at her dumbly.

 

She reaches down and grabs my breast with her bony hand. She squeezes and kneads it as she examines the pins.

 

“My god, how long is that thing,” she says as she starts to withdraw the pin from the center of my right nipple. I close my eyes very much aware of the pin being pulled out. I must bear this if I expect her to get me off. 

 

She then slowly pushes it back in and does the same to my left breast. This just arouses me even more. I’m getting dizzy.  I hump the air trying to make contact with anything.

 

“Before I do anything to that nasty looking pussy of yours, you need to take care of me first,” she crackles as she begins to remove her uniform.

 

What is she talking about! I’m the one who needs relief.

 

My jaw drops open as she undresses revealing a withered up leathery skinned body. She can’t weigh more than fifty pounds. Her breasts look like two flaps of skin hanging on her chest. She looks so emaciated, but that’s how old people look, I guess.  How could the Marquis think that this was a suitable replacement? I feel like crying, and I would if I wasn’t so aroused, so desperate.

 

After undressing, she pushes a button on the side of the chaise and it reclines putting me flat on my back with my legs still hanging over the sides of the chaise. She then takes my hands and places them above my head. For an old woman, she’s extremely strong. Immediate two cuffs are attached to my wrists immobilizing me.  What is going on? She acts as if she knows what she’s doing!

 

“There! That’s better, missy! Now you’re ready to service me. I’ve never been eaten out by such a young thing. This is really going to be a treat for me,” she laughs.

 

She then straddles my head so that she’s facing my breasts. I look up and see this old wrinkled pussy descending over my face. Oh God, no!  The smell is horrible! My nose is buried in the crack of her ass as I am forced to tongue her pussy. I need to work quickly to get her off. The sooner this is over the better. My tongue and lips work frantically on her pussy for now I find I can’t breathe. My air supply has been cut off.

 

Then I feel a smack to the side of my left breast.  God that hurts! It’s followed by a smack to my right breast. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  Four more slaps follow in quick succession knocking my boobs left and right. The old lady then hits me directly on my right nipple eliciting a scream from me that is lost in her pussy. Another direct hit on my left nipple follows.

 

Somebody help me! My breasts are racked with pain, and I can’t breathe.

 

She suddenly raises herself allowing me to gulp in much needed air. I’m hyperventilating. This is not at all what I expected.

 

I see black again as her pussy descends over my face. She then grabs my breasts and squeezes as she grinds her pussy all over my face.

 

“Stick that tongue out, Missy, and lick. I’m going to cum,” she pants as her pace increases.

 

I lick and suck as her old, shriveled, wet, sopping pussy grinds down smearing my face with her juices.  She uses my breasts as handles to gain leverage as she grinds away. I can hear her panting as she approaches her climax.

 

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, oh yes, suck little Missy. I’m cuuuummmmiiinnggg,” she screams as her pace increases.

 

My face is buried in her pussy as she cums in my mouth.   I lap and suck and swallow as fast as I can. She then settles down and sits on my face for some time, occasionally raising herself so that I can quickly catch my breath.  She seems to be fascinated with my breasts and the pins embedded in them. As she grinds her pussy on my face, she very slowly starts taking out the smaller pins.  I can feel them tug on my breast as they are withdrawn. My pussy aches longing for the attention this old hag’s pussy is getting.

 

She finally gets up and off of me. All of the small pins are gone but the two long three inch pins are still embedded in my nipples. 

 

“You really need to guard against infection, missy,” she says as she picks up a bottle of alcohol that seems to have materialized out of nowhere.  She pours it all over my nipples.

 

“Aaaaaaggggghhhhh,” I scream as the alcohol burns, seeping into all the tiny openings around my areolas. 

 

“Now, that’s better. No chance of infection,” she cackles.

 

“Please make me cum!” I plead.

 

“Well…” she says as she squats down between my legs.

 

“My God that clit of yours is huge, and I can see it throbbing. Why I’ve known some guys that have smaller pricks than that,” she cackles.

 

This is not at all what I expected. 

 

She bends her index finger and holds the tip with her thumb. She then releases it flicking her index finger into my clit.

 

“Ouch! What are you doing, you bitch! Don’t do that to my clit. Don’t you know how sensitive an aroused clit is,” I scream.

 

She looks at me almost ready to break into tears. Then she gets up!

 

“What are you doing? Why did you get up?” I ask.

 

 “I will not eat the pussy of anyone who calls me names and yells at me like that. I’m out of here,” she says as she gathers her clothes and leaves.

 

“No, wait, you can’t go! You can’t leave me like this. You have to make me cum!” I scream as she leaves the set.

 

“SOMEBODY MAKE ME CUM!” I scream. “I NEED TO CUM!”  Then I begin to sob uncontrollably. I can’t even move my arms.

 

“Cut! That’s a wrap! Pack up! We’re done for the day,” orders the Marquis.

 

There’s a flurry of activity around me as the Marquis comes over and releases my arms. I sob uncontrollably.

 

“Get a hold of yourself, Gwen,” he orders.

 

“It’s not fair. She was supposed to make me cum. Instead, I end up making her cum. It’s not fair,” I cry.

 

“You shouldn’t have insulted her. She’s very sensitive,” the Marquis states.

 

“Did you see what she did to my clit?” I ask hysterically.

 

The Marquis slaps me across the face. 

 

“Get a hold of yourself. This behavior is not acceptable! Now, assume the position,” he orders.

 

I spread my legs and lock my hands behind my head in obedience to the Marquis.

 

He takes the end of each pin and slowly withdraws them from my nipples watching my face the whole time.

 

“I need to cum. You promised,” I whisper in desperation.

 

“Because of your poor behavior, Gwen, you will not be allowed to cum. I now have to go find that woman and apologize to her.”

 

I cry hysterically but the Marquis will have no part of that as he slaps me hard across the face demanding silence.

 

I force myself to settle down feeling once again tricked and used. I suspect he never intended to let me cum in the first place.  I should have refused his offer instead of agreeing to subject myself to such perverted activates.

 

Evelyn will be here momentarily to take you back to your quarters.  Before retiring this evening, I expect you to compose a letter of apology to that old woman. That’s certainly no way for you to speak to a senior citizen.

 

I’m returned to my quarters despondent. I’m numb. I can’t believe the events of this day. It’s all a bad dream.  I’ve never felt so used.

 

I’m milked, fed, and bathed. Then I’m forced to draft a letter of apology. I’m not even sure what I’m apologizing for. She flicked my clit painfully.  She should be apologizing to me.

 

I’m sent to bed early with no further incident. I lay there horny and aroused never receiving the fulfillment I was promised.  Physically and mentally I am a mess. I was duped again. I was tricked by the Marquis.  The first time with the needles I could blame Claudette. I was bound. I had no choice. The second time with Dr. Shakiro, I was under the influence of drugs.  This time I have no excuse. I made the choice. There was no coercion. I could have said no and returned to my chambers, but the Marquis knew my weakness. He knew I would choose to satisfy my lust especially with Dopey, and I did. I played right into his hands.  Only he never intended on letting Dopey satisfy me. He added insult to injury by having an old woman use me, and like a fool I practically begged her to get me off. How could I stoop so low?

 

I cry most of the night ashamed of myself. How strange that something that would have made me cringe only a short time ago, I can so easily talk myself into doing to satisfy the itch in my cunt.  It’s true. I’m nothing more than a slut. I like to be used. I like the perverted things the Marquis does to me. I live for it.

 

Toward morning I drift off to sleep out of sheer exhaustion. What will this day bring?