The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

 

Chapter 22

 

 

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Two weeks have passed since the incident with the giant. I have for the most part been confined to my quarters with no contact with anyone except my chambermaids.  For the first few days all physical activity was curtailed, and I spent most of my time watching DVD’s from the Marquis’s private collection and walking in the beautiful gardens here on the estate.  After that my daily routine gradually returned to normal with all my normal daily activities.

 

The resiliency of the human body often amazes me. I never thought I would recover from that horrible day two weeks ago when Bernard’s mammoth cock penetrated my rectum. That night I was sure I would be damaged for life, but I was wrong.  With time I have healed, and I almost feel normal again.  Several times this week while bathing, I managed to check myself and was surprised how tight I was. 

 

Mentally that knowledge has been a boost for me.  For a time I was extremely depressed. That coupled with the fact that my hair is now grown to shoulder length has given me a somewhat more optimistic outlook, but at the same time I find the old feelings coming back and that’s not necessarily good.  Part of those old feelings is the sexual arousal that plagues me day and night. Along with that are the fantasies I often have which are further fueled by the DVD’s the Marquis requires me to watch.  In these fantasies I am always the victim being used and abused by those around me, and this excites me.  Even though I was filled with dread when Bernard entered the room that day two weeks ago, I, at the same time, was highly aroused by the thought of what was about to happen.  At times this scares me. I feel I’m on a course of self-destruction. My masochistic dependencies seem to grow and become more dominant with every new experience.

 

I’m still upset with Maxine, the bitch, for using me the way she did.  My ordeal was much worse than it had to be because of her, and she got off knowing she was hurting me. I’ll never forget the look on her face when she folded her hand into a fist and drove it into my pussy.  As for the Marquis, it’s obvious he is the mastermind behind all of these scenarios.

 

Today’s audience with the Marquis fills me with trepidation.  I don’t know who else will be there or what to expect.  I’m not sure of my own feelings or how I will react.

 

My morning is fairly routine.  After breakfast and milking, I take a two mile walk followed by aerobics training. I’m rewarded with a long bath and a session with the massage therapist. My hair stylist takes an unusual amount of time this morning tending to my hair which is as beautiful as I remember it being before that fateful day when the Marquis manipulated me into agreeing to have it removed.  I can’t really find fault with how I am provide for. No expense is spared to see that I have what I need. It’s the mental and physical abuse I’m subjected to that’s taking a toll on me. 

 

My attire today returns to normal for the first time in two weeks. Black is the color of the day including over-the-knee boots with five inch heels, my special bra, and a black thong. The morning has passed rather quickly and before I know it, it’s time for lunch and milking before I’m presented to the Marquis. 

 

Finally that fateful moment arrives when I am taken to him.  I hope you understand that my apprehension is only natural. Look at what I’ve experienced with every encounter.  I’ve returned a different person and often incapacitated for a period of time.   Will this time be any different, or will he have conceived of some new diabolical plan to further degrade me and transform me into the perverted slut I am slowly becoming? 

 

I enter his quarters and assume the position.  I expected the Marquis to be here, but the room is empty.  I stand there still accompanied by Monique when abruptly the door opens. I can’t see who it is. My back is to the door. Monique leaves immediately.

 

The sound of high heels tells me that the person who entered wasn’t the Marquis.  Then I know who it is as she stands in front of me. 

 

“Did you miss me, Gwen?” asks Maxine.

 

Yes, Mistress,” I answer but my facial expression tells a different story.

 

She has the remote and unlatches my bra.  Oh God, I don’t want her to touch me. She deceived me. I hate her so much.

 

She removes my bra and stares at my breasts.  She runs her index fingers around my areolas moving closer to my hardening nipples as she circles them.

 

“Everything I did, Gwen, I did to help you. You know that don’t you?” she asks.

 

Why do I have to play these games?  I’m suppose to believe that driving her fist up my pussy was helping me while my ass was being ripped open by a fucking giant’s cock. I wish she would stop doing that to my nipples. In spite of myself, I’m getting aroused by her touch.

 

“Oh, yes, Mistress,” I answer with an edge to my voice. I’m trying so hard to mask my true feelings for her.  They can only lead to more suffering for me.

 

“I hear what you’re saying, Gwen, but your tone of voice tells a different tale,” she says coldly as she takes my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and begins to apply pressure.  “I would hope that our little session has helped to modify your poor attitude. Don’t give me reason to believe otherwise.”

 

With that she increases the pressure on my nipples until I wince in pain. It wasn’t until then that she releases them and focuses her attention elsewhere.

 

“Well, how are you feeling?” she asks.

 

“Fine, Mistress,” I answer as her hand travels downward towards my pussy.

 

“You look absolutely ravishing, Gwen. Your hair is so long and beautiful! Why, you look good enough to eat,” she whispers.

 

I instinctively freeze, remembering the last time her hand was down there.  She backs up a couple of steps and slaps me hard across my left cheek followed, by a backhand across my right cheek.  My head reels.

 

It’s starting again.  I’m nursed back to health so I can once more be abused.

 

“Don’t tense up like that when I go to inspect you. That is extremely disrespectful,” she hisses.

 

“Forgive me, Mistress. I’m sorry,” I stammer.  I’d really like to haul off and kick the bitch in the cunt.  I must be careful and control my thoughts and reactions.

 

Her hand again travels down my abdomen and pushes my thong aside. She slides her finger up and down my slit, stopping to squeeze my clit which is throbbing with need.  All this time she stands very close, looking me in the eye. Her lips brush against mine. Her finger enters me and she moves it around my already wet pussy.

 

“That’s better. You’re nice and tight, Gwen.  That’s good,” she says as her tongue probes my mouth.

 

Suddenly she stops. She again stands back and hauls off and slaps my left cheek again followed by a backhand to my right cheek. I start to cry. What did I do now? All I’m doing is standing here, trying to please the bitch.

 

“When I tongue you, slut, what is the appropriate response?” she demands.

 

“I don’t know, Mistress. I’m sorry,” I cry.

 

“You are to reciprocate and kiss me back. You mean to tell me you don’t know that?” she hisses.

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” I quickly respond.  Besides the thought of tonguing you disgusts me.  God, I need to control my thoughts.

 

She moves in again, bringing her face close to mine.

 

“I’m just trying to help you, baby,” she says as her tongue enters my mouth again. I won’t make the same mistake twice as my tongue meets hers.  Her hand once more checks out my pussy. I find myself already highly aroused. My nipples are hard and my poor clit is throbbing and aching with need. I haven’t cum in so long. I would do just about anything to cum. The last time I had a climax was weeks ago in Dr. Shakiro’s office, and that wasn’t under the best of circumstances.

 

Maxine then stands back.

 

“That’s better. I turn you on, don’t I, Gwen?” she asks smiling. Her mood has taken a change for the better.

 

“Oh yes, mistress,” I quickly respond.

 

“OK, baby, bend over and grab your ankles. I want to check out your rectum. The doctor says you’re almost back to normal.”

 

She goes over to the table and gets some rubber gloves and K-Y jelly. She puts them on and stands behind me.

 

“I love your ass.  You’re cheeks are so round and firm,” she says as her hand comes down on my right cheek! SMACK!

 

This is following by more smacks in quick succession. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

“Mmmmmmmmm, you like that, baby,” she asks as she rubs my now red cheeks.

 

“Yes, Mistress,” I manage to say.

 

She laughs.  Then I feel a greased finger teasing my rosebud.

 

“Let’s see how tight you are, baby,” she says as her finger probes my opening, pushing to gain entry. She pushes her finger in up to the first knuckle and moves it around inside of me. Flashbacks of the events of two weeks ago overtake my mind as I envision Bernard sitting there with his mammoth cock poised at my rectum.

 

Then her finger is gone.

 

“You are amazingly tight, slut. Your powers of recovery are remarkable. Get on your knees and spread those legs wide.

I immediately scramble to my knees.

 

“Hands locked behind your head, Gwen. I want those tits to stand out proudly,” she orders. “I would have loved to see you bury those pins in your nipples. Sometime you have to do that for me. Would you like that, baby?”

 

“Oh yes, Mistress,” I quickly respond, loathing the bitch for even suggesting it.

 

“On second thought, I don’t want you on your knees.  I want you to squat with your knees spread wide so I have a nice view of your nasty pussy.  Also, put your hands on your knees so you show a lot of cleavage.  That’s good,” she says as she stands in front of me.

 

This position is unbearable in five inch heels. I would much rather be on my knees, and I’m sure the shrew knows it.

 

“Gwen, do you think I’m a good Mistress?” she asks in her fake sweet voice.

 

“Oh yes,” I respond quickly, knowing any other answer would bring swift punishment.

 

She moves in closer and raises her short skirt revealing her naked pussy.

 

“Do you appreciate me, baby?” she asks as she rubs her clit.

 

“Yes, Mistress,” I again reply without any hesitation. I would appreciate her more if she would take a long walk off a short peer.

 

“Would you like to show me how much you appreciate me, baby?” she coos as she moves her wet pussy closer to my face.

 

Oh God, no. She wants me to get her off. She gets me all aroused and then wants me to satisfy her.

 

“May I?” I ask mustering up all the excitement I can.

 

“Oh yes, baby. I would love to feel your tongue on my clit, teasing me with that stud of yours,” she answers.

 

I resign myself to the task at hand and run my tongue around her clit, making sure that the stud in my tongue makes contact. Then I run my tongue up and down between Maxine’s pussy lips further arousing her. She’s groaning now as her juices begin to flow. I find the taste not unpleasant much to my chagrin.  I actually find myself getting more excited as I take her labia in my mouth and suck gently on it.

 

I then work my tongue back up to her clit and take it in my mouth and begin to suck. She grabs me by the hair and grinds her clit in my mouth.

 

“Oh God, that feels so good, baby. You’re making Mistress very happy,” she coos.

 

 Her words of praise spur me on as I work my tongue once more down between her labia and find her opening. I work my tongue into her fuck hole as she pulls on my hair, encouraging me to go deeper.

 

I continue to work my tongue in and out of Maxine as she grinds her pussy into my face. My nose is pressed up against her clit, and she moves back and forth using my nose to stimulate it.  My own clit is throbbing and aching for attention, but receives none. Nevertheless I’m so turned on by now that I go crazy devouring her sweet-tasting  pussy.

 

“Yes! Yes! Eat me, baby. That feels so good. I’m so close,” she moans.

My tongue and mouth is everywhere as I consume her pussy. Then suddenly she screams as the orgasm hits her, and she holds my head, burying my face in her pussy as she creams all over it.

 

“Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!  Eat me, you nasty slut!” she screams.

 

Many minutes pass before she releases me. I’m panting and out of breath. My legs hurt and are beginning to cramp. She’s also panting but for a different reason.

 

“That was wonderful, baby. Now clean up your mess,” she orders as she offers me her pussy to clean up with my tongue. I clean her thoroughly, lapping in her sweet nectar. The task is not unpleasant, but I resent the fact that she is satisfied and I am not. 

 

“Get up, Gwen, the Marquis will soon be here, and you must be presentable. Assume the position,” she orders.

 

Maxine kisses me, running her tongue all over my lips. She then puts my bra back on, but before clasping it, leans over and sucks on my nipples, further arousing me.  Finally she leans in close to my ear as she runs her finger around my hard, aching clit and says, “Thank you.”

 

With that said, she leaves.

 

I stand there with my hands locked behind my head fully aroused and desperately needing to cum.  All the old frustrations come flooding back and further amplify my need to cum.  Oh God, I would do anything to be allowed to cum. Oh no, what am I saying. It’s those kinds of thoughts that get me in trouble in the first place.

 

The door opens and I hear footsteps approaching. It must be the Marquis finally making time to see me after two weeks.

 

To my surprise, it’s not the Marquis but John. What is he doing here? I thought he was only to be here for filming.  The sight of him sickens me.  He’s here to make another $100,000 to get himself out of trouble again. What a loser!

 

“Hello, Gwen,” he says.

 

I refuse to answer him. He’s just a pawn of the Marquis’s; he has no power over me. The look on my face must tell him worlds.

 

I can see the anger well up in him as he stands there. His right hand clenches into a fist, and he has all he can do to control himself. What a wimp! I can’t help but smile.

 

WHOMP! I double over in pain. I can’t believe he did that to me. He has no right! He punched me in the stomach! He actually hauled off and hit me!

 

“Stand up, slut, and assume the position,” he screams.

 

I can’t believe this is happening. What choice do I have but to obey? I stand and lock my hands behind my neck wincing in pain. Thankfully I am at least covered and not exposed to his treacherous eyes.

 

“I don’t believe you let that freak of a giant fuck you up the ass,” he says accusingly to me. “You let a cock 4 inches in diameter rip into you. What a slut!”

 

Is he talking to me? Is he really speaking to me in this manner! The man who sold me  into this life of depravity!

 

“What right do you have to question me? What makes you think I had a choice?”

 

John hauls off and slaps me across the face, and then does it a second time for good measure.

 

“Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice!” he demands.

 

“The Marquis will hear about this!” I say defiantly.

 

“The Marquis already knows, you stupid bimbo! Do you actually think I would be here doing this to you without his knowledge? How naïve are you? Don’t you ever learn?” John taunts me.

 

I begin to cry. He’s right. My spineless husband would never do anything like this without the Marquis’s permission.

 

He even has the remote as he pushes a button that unclasps my bra.  Oh no, I don’t want him to touch me. The thought disgusts me so much.

 

He takes my bra off and then starts to tease my nipples. He holds them between his thumb and forefinger and rolls them back and forth.  They grow harder.

 

“You see, Gwen, I can do anything I want to you.  Your huge breasts excite me. Seeing Claudette drive those pins into your nipples was such a turn-on for me, and I know you liked it too.  You’re such a perverted slut.”

 

“Please don’t do this to me,” I whimper. “Haven’t you done enough? I can’t take any more.”

 

“Never enough, Gwen. I use to feel bad about selling you to the Marquis, but then I saw how much you enjoy it. No matter what he does to you, you always beg for more. No matter how disgusting the act, it always turns you on. After seeing that, I don’t feel bad any more. You deserve what you get!”

 

He’s wrong. I never asked for any of this. I do what I do to survive. How can he say these things to me?

 

He squeezes my breasts, concentrating on the nipples which are rock hard. His right hand works its way down to my clit and gently squeezes it. Chills run up and down my spine. It feels so good. He lightly kisses my neck and works his way up to my ear.

 

“Even now, Gwen, though you despise me for what I’ve done to you, you still love how I’m manipulating your body,” he continues.

 

“No! No! It isn’t true,” I stammer.

 

“Yes, it is, Gwen. It doesn’t make any difference who it is. It can be a dwarf, a misfit with two cocks, a woman with a cock, a giant…   It really doesn’t matter as long as you can get off. That’s because you’re nothing but a slut,” he berates me.

 

“Leave me alone,” I cry.

 

“You don’t really want me to leave you alone, do you?” he taunts me as his finger slips down to my pussy. He removes the chains in the rings and parts my pussy lips. One finger then enters my sopping wet pussy which hasn’t had any attention in two weeks.

 

I can’t answer him. Deep down I know I don’t want him to stop, but on the other hand, I know if he continues, I’ll be shocked.  The nipple and clit rings won’t allow me to cum. Not to mention the fact that he disgusts me.

 

“No, I don’t want this. STOP IT!” I shout.

 

“Gwen, what if I told you that you could cum? What if the Marquis, realizing all that you’ve gone through the past few weeks, decided to reward you?” John whispers in my ear as a second finger joins his first in my sopping wet pussy.

 

Could it be possible? Would the Marquis do that? No, it’s a trick!

 

“I don’t believe you,” I say as my hips begin to rotate involuntarily.

 

John takes my left nipple in his mouth and sucks hard, sending chills throughout my body. He captures my large stiff nipple between his teeth and pulls. I go crazy, filled with lust and desire.

 

“It’s true. That’s why he sent me here. He thought it would be appropriate for me to be the one to make you cum,” he says as he takes my other nipple in his mouth, driving me absolutely wild.

 

The Marquis might do something like that, but I doubt it. I find it hard to think straight. I’m so turned on by this bastard that I hate so much.

 

“Think about it, Gwen. With his sick way of thinking, who better than me to make you cum?” John continues as a third finger enters my pussy. He saws his fingers in and out, setting me on fire.

 

“I don’t know!” I cry in anguish.

 

John withdraws his fingers from my pussy, leaving a void, an emptiness inside me, and backs up.

 

“I’m sorry. This isn’t being fair to you. I said all those nasty things because I’m jealous. What they were doing to you, I wanted to do. But I can’t go on with this charade even if the Marquis did give you permission to cum.”

 

John starts walking toward the door.

 

“Wait,” I call after him. Could it be possible? Could the Marquis have orchestrated all of this?  If I let John go, he wins. I would have made another wrong decision and played into the Marquis’s hands once again. But what if he’s lying? What should I do?

 

“Please, don’t go!” I say, making a rash decision to trust him.

 

John turns and walks back to me. He looks so concerned and serious.  He leans in and kisses my ear.

 

“The Marquis is videotaping all of this. Please don’t react. He expects me to take command and be aggressive with you. I won’t do that if you don’t want me to. You’ve gone through enough, Gwen. If you refuse, it doesn’t affect my relationship or deal with the Marquis at all. He’ll know that I tried, and that it was your choice not to participate,” he whispers in my ear.

 

“If I stay Gwen, you must obey. If you want to cum, you must do as I say,” John says with a wink.

 

I now know he must play to the camera. I have no problem with that. He has no choice but to participate in the Marquis’s charade.

 

“Oh, please, I want to cum. I’ll do anything,” I plead, hoping that I am convincing.

 

“We’ll see if you’re up to it,” he says as he rears back and smacks my left breast. It’s a stinging blow that catches me off guard. This is immediately followed by a smack to my right breast. I groan in agony.

 

“Thrust those tits out,” he orders. “If you really want to cum, beg me to smack those tits!”

 

Is this really necessary? I know it must be realistic, but that hurt. I arch my back, offering my tits to be further abused.

 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

Six more blows land on my breasts, knocking them into each other. My breasts are now red and sore. It almost appears as if he’s enjoying himself.  He then grabs my nipples and squeezes them hard, twisting them to the right and left.

 

“Ouch! Oh God, that hurts,” I scream out in pain.

 

“You deserve it, slut,” he retorts.

 

I’m having second thoughts about agreeing to this, Maybe it would have been better to let him leave.

 

“Ah, do your tits hurt, slut,” he says as he cups my large breasts with his hands, feeling the heat emanating from them. He pulls my hair forcing my head back as he leans in close  to my ear and whispers, “I’m sorry, Gwen, I have to do it this way, or he’ll know something is up.”

 

That is at least some consolation. I almost forgot that the Marquis is watching everything.

 

John backs off and takes off his clothes. He stands before me nude. While looking me up and down, he starts to stroke his cock. It grows as I look on.

 

“On your knees,” he orders.

 

I drop to my knees as he approaches and places his cock on my lower lip.

 

“Suck it, slut! Run your tongue all over the head of my cock,” he orders.

 

I immediately obey, exciting him with the stud in my tongue that dancers all over the head of his throbbing cock.

 

“Lick it,” he orders.

 

I lick his cock from his balls to the head in long strokes as I watch him. I continue to do this until told otherwise. I can tell by the look on his face that he’s enjoying himself.

 

“Now, suck on it and take it deep into your throat like the slut that you are,” he orders.

 

Does he have to be so insulting? I know he has a role to play, but he’s getting carried away with it. I suck on the head of his cock and work it deep into my mouth. It then enters my throat, and I easily take it all the way down. I’ve deep throated cocks much larger than his.

 

John grabs me by the hair and starts fucking my mouth with his cock.  He’s very rough, much rougher than he has to be.  My nose is buried in his pubic hair, and then he pulls his cock almost all the way out of my mouth and rams it back in, crushing my nose in his pubs again. He continues to do this for some time obviously enjoying himself.

 

Finally he withdraws from my mouth and goes over to the cabinet and retrieves something.  It’s a large black cock with ridges on it. He also has a tube of K-Y jelly which he applies to the black dildo.

 

“Have you seen one of these before?” he asks.

 

“Yes,” I reply.

 

“Yes, sir,” he corrects me.

 

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

 

“Good! Well, this one is only nine inches long and two inches in diameter.  Do you know what to do with it?” he asks.

 

“No, sir,” I answer. I’m not sure where this is all going. He didn’t say anything about toys, but if I can cum, I don’t care.

 

“Well, slut, you’re going to put this up your ass. That should be no problem for you, considering what you’ve had up there already,” he laughs.

 

Was that comment really necessary? Isn’t he being a little cruel?

 

He takes the dildo and screws it into a post that stands around two feet off the floor.

 

“Well, you know what to do.  Keep your hands locked behind your neck. I want all nine inches buried up your ass before I’ll fuck you!

 

This is not at all what I bargained for. Somehow I feel I may have made a mistake.  As he leads me over to the pole, he whispers, “Sorry, Gwen, I have a script to follow.”

 

Well, at least I know he’s only doing as the Marquis has ordered. I straddle the pole and raise myself up so that my anus rests on the tip of the dildo. This brings back bad memories of another time. Only that time it was an impossibly massive cock.

 

“Start working that cock up your ass, slut,” he commands as he returns from the cabinet with a leather strap which is about two inches wide and eighteen inches long.

 

As I lower myself, taking the first inch of the dildo in, I marvel at how tight I am back there. I thought for sure I would be permanently stretched out. Lost in thought, pain erupts on the side of my left breast.

 

“Aaaaggghhhh,” I scream.

 

John hit me with the leather strap. Another blow catches me on the right breast.

 

“You’re not moving fast enough, whore. I don’t have all day.  Move that ass,” he commands.

 

I lower myself faster on the dildo, trying to ward off any more blows from the strap. Suddenly pain explodes on my right cheek and then my left.  I begin to cry. The pain is too much, but I keep working the large black dildo up my ass.

 

Around five inches is buried in me. I feel full, but I’m also aroused by the anal invader.  My clit is so hard and throbbing. I can’t wait to be fucked and finally allowed to cum. The pain will be worth it. It’s been so long.

 

Seven inches is up my ass, only two more to go. John has moved around in front of me. He’s watching me with lust in his eyes. His cock is rock hard. Just looking at it makes be drool. But wait, he’s bringing his arm back, the one with the leather strap. Oh no, he’s not going to hit me again, is he? Oh please, no, I beg silently with my eyes. He sneers at me as his arm comes forward and lands a blow directly on my left nipple.

 

My mouth drops open, and I let out a silent scream. The pain is excruciating, and as I look on in horror, he brings his arm back again and brings it forward again, landing a blow directly on my right nipple. I twist back and forth in sheer agony. My breasts are on fire. They slap back and forth, smacking into each other as I try to deal with the pain.

 

“As I said, I don’t have all day,” he spits out.

 

I look at him in shock and dismay. Why didn’t I let him leave? This would have never happened. Not knowing what to do, I force the last two inches up my rectum. The dildo is now fully buried within me.

 

“That’s better, slut. Now move up and down on it, and loosen yourself up,” he commands.

 

Fearing what he might do with the strap, I raise myself up off the dildo and then back on. I do this several times, feeling my splinter muscle cling to the black invader.

 

“Faster, slut,” he commands as he lashes out and hits me on the ass with the strap.

 

I move faster, trying to avoid any further abuse.  Oh God, how I must look, moving my ass up and down on a black dildo that is attached to a pole. I must look like such a pervert. Who in there right mind would ride a pole, squatting with their hands locked behind their head. Who besides me?

 

“That’s enough,” John orders as he comes over and unscrews the dildo from the pole while it is still in me. 

 

“Stand up,” he orders as he cinches a black belt around my waist. He then takes another strap and attaches it to the back of the belt and brings it up between my legs. The front of this belt has a slit so that my pussy is accessible. He attaches the other end of the strap to the front of the belt with some effort, which now securely holds the dildo buried deep up my ass in place.  I feel so full.

 

As he makes some final adjustments, he whispers in my ear, “I’m sorry. You must trust me. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

 

I stand there before him. He caresses my breasts and kisses my nipples, taking them in his mouth to suck delicately. As he does this, his hand finds my clit which he rubs and squeezes gently. I find myself getting aroused so quickly. I need desperately to cum.

 

He takes me in his arms and buries his tongue in my mouth. I respond as our tongues intertwine.

 

“You can use your hands, Gwen,” he says.

 

I don’t believe it. I’ve never been allowed to use my hands. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him passionately. He is right. I will be able to cum. I can sense it.

 

He then takes me over to a long bench and lies down on it.

 

“Get on top, Gwen. Bury my cock in your pussy, baby.”

 

This is amazing. This is like a dream come true. I straddle John’s legs and guide his beautiful cock towards my pussy. I run the head of his cock up and down my slit. I then rub his cock all over my large throbbing clit. This sends chills up and down my spine. I need this so badly!

 

John lays back and lets me control the action. He has a smile on his face as I bury the head of his cock in my pussy.  It’s so much tighter with that dildo buried up my ass. I lower myself taking more and more of him inside of me.

 

“God, you feel so good,” I moan.

 

As I ride his cock, I squeeze my breasts and tug on my nipples. Oh, it feels so good. I lean over and John takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks on it. He then sucks on the other one. This drives me crazy, and I ride him faster and faster.

 

I then sit up and ride him for all I’m worth. I’m so hot. Chills run up and down my spine as I approach a mind-blowing climax.  Oh God, yes, he feels so good. My breasts flop up and down wildly on my chest as I ride John’s cock faster and faster. 

 

I’m so close. I’m going to enjoy this so much, and then I’m going to suck his cock until it’s hard and ride him again to another orgasm.  I reach down and rub my clit. Oh God, yes, that feels so good. I rub harder and then pinch my clit which sends me over the….

 

“Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhh,” I scream as my tits dance on my chest, hit with searing pain by the electricity flowing through my nipples.  The shocks continue but only to my breasts.

 

My mouth drops open as I look down at John incredulously. I’ve been duped. He’s smiling. He knew. Tears well up in my eyes as I look around me and see the cameramen recording everything.

 

John grabs my hips as he slams his cock into me.  I try to push his hands away but my arms are grabbed from behind and immobilized.  He continues to pump into me as my tits continue to dance from the now intermittent shocks being administered to them. My head hurts so badly.

 

“Please stop! Please! Haven’t you done enough? Haven’t I suffered enough humiliation?” I scream and cry at the same time.

 

As I look down at the bastard with pain-filled eyes, he says, “You’re not done until I cum.”

 

Oh God, no.  I can’t do this.

 

He continues to pump his cock deep into my pussy.  Maxine, who had been holding my arms, attaches them to a chain overhead.  She knew. She was in on it, too.  What a fool I am!

 

She then comes around and fondles my breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth to suckle. No, don’t do that, as my nipple is hit with another jolt of electricity. She does the same to my other nipple.

 

John pumps faster and faster. He’s quickly approaching a climax, the bastard. He reaches down and squeezes my clit, and in spite of myself, I’m getting aroused. I meet his thrusts, and as he cums in my pussy, my clit explodes in pain as electricity flows through it. I buck up and down on his cock like a rag doll as the electricity continues to flow.  And then everything goes black.

……………………………….

 

 

My head hurts. I don’t know what happened. The last thing I remember is riding that bastard’s cock and being filled with electricity. He lied to me. He told me it was all arranged, that I could cum. It was all a lie.

 

My eyelids are so heavy. I open my eyes and scream.

 

“Nooooooooooooooooooo!”

 

They’re all here, gawking at me as I hang from the ceiling by a chain.  I’m so embarrassed. I break down and cry.

 

“Welcome back to the real world. Gwen. When will you learn?  Did you really think you would be allowed to cum?” asks the Marquis.

 

I just look back at him. I must look pathetic. My body aches and my head hurts so badly. I just want to crawl under a rock and die.

 

“You allowed yourself to be tricked again.  I really thought you would have wised up by now,” continues the Marquis.

 

“I’m sorry, sir,” I mutter.  What can I say? I have no defense.

 

“Don’t be sorry. It was your choice, and you suffered the consequences of that choice,” says the Marquis.

 

“I’m nothing more than a worthless slut, sir. All I think about is cuming.  I deserved it,” I say totally defeated.

 

“Well, I’m glad you finally realize what you are,” he says.

 

“I’m your slut, sir, to do with as you wish,” I say. I’m broken.

 

“I’m not sure you mean that, Gwen, or if it’s just another game you’re playing,” he says.

 

“It’s no game, sir. I’ve made some very bad choices.  I never want to make another decision again. I’ll simply do as I’m told. It’s much easier that way,” I say, resigned to whatever fate awaits me.

 

“Then you understand that your sole purpose in life is to please me, that anything I ask you to do is never too much or unreasonable, that your gratification is secondary and only allowed when I feel you’ve earned it?”

 

“Yes, sir,” I reply with my head bowed.

 

“Hmmmm. Interesting. You know I’ll put you to the test to see if you really feel that way,” he warns.

 

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

 

“Very well. How do you feel about Maxine, right now?” he asks.

 

“She is my mistress, and I will be obedient to her,” I answer.

 

“Of course, you’ll be obedient, you have no other choice, but inside, how do you feel about her? Do you loathe her? Detest her? Wish you could get back at her?” he asks.

 

“I did before today, but I don’t now,” I answer.

 

“And why is that?” asks the Marquis.

 

“Because it would be upsetting to you, sir,” I answer.

 

“And you don’t want to upset me?” he asks.

 

“I want to be in total obedience to you in thought and deed,“ I answer.

 

“This is quite a change, Gwen,” he responds.

 

“Grab your tits,” he suddenly orders.

 

I cup my large breasts with my hands.

 

“Take your nipples between your thumb and forefinger.”

 

I captured my nipples between my fingers. This feels strange since I am seldom allowed to touch myself.

 

“Squeeze your nipples,” he commands.

 

I squeeze my nipples as ordered.

 

“Harder!”

 

I apply more pressure as pain shoots through my nubs.

 

“Harder!”

 

I squeeze harder wincing in pain.

 

“Pull on them as you squeeze harder!” he commands.

 

I pull my nipples out elongating my breasts as I apple more pressure, squeezing my nipples unmercifully.

 

“Now squeeze them using your nails!”

 

My nails bite into my nipples as I continue to pull , but something else is happening. As my nails dig in, my clit begins to throb and my pussy tingles as I am getting wetter.

 

“You’re getting wet, Gwen,” remarks the Marquis.

 

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

 

“You like abusing yourself, don’t you, Gwen?” he asks.

 

“Yes, sir, the pain is turning me on,” I answer.  “Everything you do turns me on, sir, I’m such a slut.”

 

Maxine walks over and watches. My lust filled eyes gaze upon her. Just looking at her gets me hotter. I would love to bury my tongue in her pussy and smear her juices all over my face. What’s happening to me?   Why am I thinking like this?

 

“May I help, Marquis?” asks Maxine, obviously aroused by what I’m doing to myself.

 

“By all means,” he answers.

 

“Let me squeeze those for you, slut. You know how much I love to play with those nipples,” she says.

 

Maxine grabs my nipples and twists them viciously with a sneer on her face. My mouth opens but no sound comes out as pain shoots through my tits. My hips start to rotate involuntarily as my pussy gets wetter.

 

“Harder,” I whisper.

 

She abruptly stops squeezing and rears back and slaps me across the face.  The return backhand sends my head reeling.

 

“And why do you want me to squeeze harder?” she screams.

 

“I don’t know,” I blubber.

 

“Is it for the gratification of the Marquis or because you like it and want more?” she asks.

 

She caught me, and here I thought I was doing so well.

 

“I’m sorry,” I mummer.

 

“You’re not sorry; you’re pathetic,” she says as she smacks my left tit. “Is this what you want, slut?” she taunts me as a blow lands on my right tit.

 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

I cry uncontrollably but, at the same time, find myself thrusting out my chest to receive the vicious blows that Maxine is delivering to my breasts. 

 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

My breasts are turning red as they knock into each other with each successive slap they receive from Maxine, but I’m still getting aroused and find I don’t resent her for what she’s doing to me. I want it.

 

Then she stops. Her hands come up and rub my breasts which are now red and very warm to the touch. Chills run up and down my spine at her touch.

 

“Do they hurt, baby,” she whispers in my ear as her tongue circles my ear lob and then dives into my ear.

 

She continues to gently rub my breasts as her mouth works its way down my neck and over the top of my heaving breasts. She’s driving me crazy as the Marquis stands by and watches amused.  Maxine lingers between my cleavage, running her tongue up and down it as she gently tugs on my throbbing nipples. My pussy itches, begging to be filled.

 

Her lips travel over to my right nipple and lick and suck on it. Oh my God, how much of this can I take.

 

John walks over and stands by the Marquis.  The Marquis whispers in his ear, and John walks behind me. He smacks my left cheek and then the right.

 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

He alternates smacks between the right and left cheek. This drives me crazy as Maxine continues to work on my oversensitive nipples, sending ripples of pleasure up and down my spine.

 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

The blows to my ass continue and get harder.  My body is now being worked into a frenzy by both of them.

 

“You’re getting close, Gwen, aren’t you?” asks the Marquis.

 

“Oh yes, sir,“ I gasp.

 

“I want you to try to cum, Gwen,” he says.

 

“Yes, sir,”

 

“You know the rings will be activated?”

 

“Yes, sir,”

 

“You will be shocked!  You know that?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

John continues to deliver whacks to my now red ass. My clit stands hard, throbbing and longing to be touched.

 

Do you want to be shocked?”

 

“No, sir!”

 

“But I want you to be shocked, Gwen. It excites me!” says the Marquis.

 

“Then I want it too!”  I find myself saying, and I mean it.

 

“Really!”

 

“Yes, sir, if it pleases you. I want to please you more than anything,” I moan.

 

“Oh, it pleases me, Gwen, and when you are shocked, I want you to concentrate on maintaining your level of arousal so that the shocks continue. I want you to do this until I tell you to stop. Is that clear?”

 

“I’ll try, sir.”

 

“Don’t try, Gwen, do it!” he orders.

 

Maxine and John are working me into a frenzy.  Maxine has moved down to my pussy by first trailing kisses all the way down my abdomen and then lingering just above my clit to further tease me. I can feel her hot breath on my clit. If only she would take it in her mouth and suck on it.

 

John has stopped smacking my now red ass and is rubbing my warm cheeks. I can feel the coolness of his hands. Now he is on his knees behind me, and his lips caress my ass, lavishing kisses upon me.

 

I’m going crazy. I’m so fucking aroused. I want to cum, but more than that I want to get shocked for the Marquis. I want to make him happy and proud of me.  I let myself go and give in to these feelings. I know I can’t hold back if I’m to sustain the shocks soon to be delivered to my system.

 

My hips rotate as Maxine gets closer to my clit. I would love to grab her head and bury it in my hot pussy, but I know I would be punished for doing that.  John’s tongue is now in the crack of my ass, driving me crazy.

 

Maxine makes her move and takes my clit in her mouth and sucks. This is too much for me to bear as I reach my peak and…..

 

“Aaaaaagggggghhhhh,” I scream as my nipples burst into pain from the electricity being sent to the rings in my nipples. My tits bounce on my chest as the Marquis looks on with lust-filled eyes. I look at him through glazed eyes, seeking his approval.

 

“Eat her pussy, Maxine,” orders the Marquis.

 

Maxine immediately moves her tongue between my labia and dives into my sopping wet pussy.  John continues to assault my ass with his tongue, finding my rosebud and pushing against it. I grind my pussy into Maxine’s face as the jolts to my system continue. I don’t care. It’s what he wants, and I want it to. 

 

I find myself getting more aroused if that’s possible in spite of the shocks to my system. My clit is not receiving any electrical charges at this time, only my nipples as my breasts continue to shimmy on my chest.  I look down amazed as they take on a life of their own, dancing on my chest. Milk begins to leak out of my nipples and run down my belly.

 

The Marquis is mesmerized as he stands in front to me and places his hands on the sides of my breasts as they shake.  The sight of them oozing milk is obviously pleasing to him. He looks at me and my lust filled eyes gaze back at him. He takes my nipples between his fingers and squeezes them gently.  More milk flows. This arouses me even more and triggers another wave of electrical charges to my nipples. I shake uncontrollably as my teeth rattle in my head.

 

The Marquis takes my right nipple in his mouth and sucks greedily, drinking down the sweet nectar.  He does the same to my right. It feels so fucking good. I’m having a hard time distinguishing pleasure from pain.  And then with the next wave of shocks, I can bear it no more and everything goes black as my pussy spasms.