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The
Misadventures of Gwen
Chapters 26
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Chapter
26
One
Week Later
I haven’t seen the Marquis since my return. I imagine he isn’t really pleased with me.
Upon my return, Monique and Evelyn were waiting, and I was immediately taken to my chambers and bathed. They had so many questions. They seemed to be fascinated by the idea of me being gangbanged by six blacks. It appears that it was no secret what happened to me.
Every bone in my body ached, and I was allowed to soak for a long time. The massage therapist then gave me a thorough rub down which lasted for well over an hour. I think I dozed off during therapy. Dr. Shakiro also stopped in to make sure there was no physical damage. Blood tests were ordered. The wound to my breast was superficial. No worse than a minor cut or abrasion. Thank God Steve intervened when he did or I might be telling a different tale today.
I was allowed to sleep most of the day except when Claire came in to milk me. It took a good three days before I fully recovered.
Other than that, my life has returned to normal. The morning walks, the aerobic workout, the scheduled milkings, everything is as it was. My new jewelry was even returned to me. It has become a permanent part of my attire, constantly pulling on my clit and labia as a reminder of what a slut I am.
I sit here now in my chambers reading The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty highly aroused with my clit throbbing and hard, desperately wanting attention. But like before I’m not allowed to touch myself or allowed to have any sexual gratification except at the whim of the Marquis.
One time this week in my boldness, I rubbed my clit just to appease the throbbing and constant aching. I was immediate discovered. Now, whenever I am alone, I have to wear a belt with my wrists attached to my sides to prevent me from attempting to stimulate myself again. My books are placed on a stand, and I have a difficult time turning pages. No one appears to have any sympathy for my plight.
I often think of that night with the six black convicts. I can remember how fucking hot I got as I orgasmed again and again and again. How much time will pass before I’m allowed another orgasm? It has now been a week.
In the middle of my reverie, the door opens. It’s the Marquis. I’m caught off guard, not expecting to see him today. Usually I’m the one who goes to him.
I immediately stand and spread my legs. The gold chains attached to my labia and clit pull down on my overly sensitive genitals. Of course, I’m unable to move my hands which are attached to the belt around my waist.
“Well, Gwen, it looks as if you’ve recovered from your little adventure.”
“Yes, sir,” I answer.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” the Marquis asks.
“It was alright, sir,” I answer.
“Just alright?”
“Yes, sir,” I respond, feeling rather uneasy.
“It looked to me as if you enjoyed yourself very much. Well, except for your last fuck with Willie,” he states.
His man Steve must have reported back to him on the events of that night. I’m embarrassed. I acted like such a slut.
“It was alright,” I answer.
“I would say by the look on your face that it was more than alright. You had the look of a wanton slut,” he remarks.
“I don’t understand. The look on my face?” I ask.
The Marquis chuckles.
“You underestimate me again, Gwen. Who arranged this little scenario?” he asks.
“You did, sir,” I answer.
“Correct, and who arranged for a hide out?” he asks.
“You did, sir,” I answer.
“Correct again. You’re a very smart young lady,” he adds.
“Thank you, sir,” I answer, wondering where this is all leading to.
“You’ve probably guessed by now that the barn belongs to me,” he adds.
I think I now know where this is leading, and I think I know why he can convey such intimate details.
“Yes, sir,” I answer weakly.
“And by now you have probably surmised that there were cameras on you the whole time,” he says.
“Yes,” I say, hanging my head.
“Remember, I have some of the very best tech people in the country working for me. There were, in fact, a total of twelve cameras that caught the action from every angle. All of those cameras supplied a direct feed back here to my estate so that I could observe everything as it happened. Think of it as a live broadcast!”
Oh my God, he has to be kidding. He watched as I let those men use me in every way possible?
“You kept me up quite late, Gwen. You have given new meaning to the word slut. You were insatiable.”
“Yes, sir,” I answer, as I hang my head feeling so embarrassed.
The Marquis runs his index finger around my left areola, sending shivers up and down my spine. He then centers his attention on my right nipple. My clit is so hard and sticking straight out.
“Does this arouse you, Gwen? Is my little slut hot again?” he taunts.
“It’s not my fault I’m like this,” I cry.
“Why are you crying? There’s nothing to be upset about! You are a slut! Be proud of it! The bigger the slut you are, the better I like it!” he says.
He moves his hand downward towards my huge throbbing clit. I’m so wet. He pulls on the chain, stretching my clit and at the same time causing me to go weak in the knees.
“Look at me, Gwen!” he orders.
I raise my head and look at him, my eyes glaze, filled with lust.
“Now, tell me, how you felt being ravaged by six rough black men?” he asks while still teasing my clit and fingering my pussy.
“I was excited! The thought of what they were going to do to me got me so turned on,” I said, licking my lips. “I loved their cocks and couldn’t get enough of them. All I wanted to do was cum and cum and cum some more, and I did. I didn’t care how they used me as long as I was allowed to cum.”
“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear! I want you to be honest with me. You’re a slut, but I want you to always be an honest slut.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What are you, Gwen?”
“I’m a slut!”
“Yes, you are a slut! Your prime objectives in life are to first please me and secondly to be a slut! When you are hot and horny and your pussy is dripping and your clit is throbbing, that is nothing more than the slut in you coming out! Don’t fight it! Give in to those feelings at all times!”
“Oh, yes,” I moan as I move my hips from the attention my pussy is still receiving from the Marquis.
“But just because you’re a slut, doesn’t mean you’ll always be allowed to cum. Denying yourself, makes you a better slut and more aware of your own sensuality.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan.
“A slut is defined as “a person who routinely engages in casual sex with a number of partners with whom they have little or no emotional investment.” I’ve forced you to do just that because being a “slut” is a form of self-actualization, a way for you to fulfill your potential,” he explains.
“Yes, sir,” I answer not quite sure what he means; only knowing that his manipulation of my pussy has me on the verge of a climax.
“If you find yourself getting too aroused and close to a climax, then you need to let me know or whoever is in charge of you at the time know so that they can help you avoid being shocked by your clit rings,” he explains.
“Yes, sir,” I moan louder, getting more aroused by the minute as the Marquis speaks to me. “I’m very close right now, sir.”
The Marquis withdraws his hand as my hips move, seeking out his fingers which are driving me crazy.
“Don’t stop, sir,” I moan loudly as I lick my lips, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“I must, Gwen, you are too close by your own admission,” he says.
“Pease let me cum,” I beg.
Squat down and keep your legs apart. That will help relieve the itch in your pussy. I did allow you to cum many times at the hands of those convicts, but that time has now passed. You must go through another period of abstinence before you’re allowed to cum again. But rest assured that the time will come when you cum again,” he says.
I squat, spreading my legs trying to balance myself on my five inch heels. My pussy is a raging inferno with my clit throbbing and aching with need. The Marquis removes his pants, exposing his now hard cock. I stare at it licking my lips. All kinds of thoughts flood my mind as I wish he would thrust his cock in my pussy and put out the fire.
“Gwen, you may suck my cock as I explain to you what has transpired over the past week.”
I move my head forward and take his cock into my mouth, sucking greedily. The chains dangle between my legs pulling on my clit and labia, adding fuel to the inferno raging within.
“Well, first of all, your first movie was a resounding success. My select clientele raved about it and can’t wait for more. Needless to say, your first movie was quite profitable for me. I have grossed well over ten million on the first release of a limited edition.”
I continue to suck on the Marquis’s cock, taking him deeper into my throat as he continues to speak.
“You are a star and there are many out there who can’t wait to meet you, Gwen. You have gained fame and notoriety. Therefore, I have arranged for a little get together here at the mansion next month where you will be the guest of honor. It will be a gala event. Think of it as your coming out party! Of course, all the guests will be your fans who have purchased your movie and want to see you in action.”
I find it hard to believe that I have gained such fame and notoriety from this movie. I’m also somewhat concerned about what I might have to do at this event. Actually, the thought of what he might have me do gets me wetter. I’m so aroused. I’ve established a rhythm and am now taking him deep into my throat effortlessly.
“I know one concern you have is being able to cum, and I think I may have come up with a solution for this event anyway. Mmmmmmmm, speaking of cumming. I’m very close.”
The Marquis grabs my head and thrusts deeply into my throat. He then takes his cock out of my mouth and orders me to suck and nibble on the head of his cock. Suddenly my mouth is filled with warm cum which I greedily swallow. I then suck him dry, wishing there was more.
The Marquis dresses.
“Stand up, Gwen,” he orders.
He runs his fingers over my clit and trails his fingers down between my labia.
“You’re still quite wet, Gwen. I guess that squatting didn’t help very much, did it?”
“No, sir,” I answer.
“Would you like to hear my proposition, Gwen? I think it might appeal to you.”
“Oh yes, sir, please.”
“Well, it would be rather tacky to hold an event in your honor and not even allow you to cum. Therefore, I’ve come up with a plan that will allow you to earn the right to cum at this event. Actually, you might be allowed to cum many times. That’s entirely up to you,” he explains.
“How can I do that, sir?” I ask, feeling the heat building in my loins at the thought of cumming.
“It’s quite simple. Between now and the time of this event, for every ten times you bring someone to a climax, you will be allowed to cum once. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I think so, sir.”
“Good, so if you were to make 30 people cum between now and the event, how many times would you be allowed to cum?” he asks.
“Three, sir,” I answer.
“Correct, and you are already on your way to your first climax because you just made me cum. Nine more climaxes by anyone in the household and you have earned the right to cum.”
“Oh, thank you, sir,” I answer.
“Thank you, Gwen. Everyone in the manor will be aware of what you’re trying to do and will assist you in any way possible. After all, you are a slut and what better way to prove it and live up to your reputation then by acting like the wanton slut that you are.”
The Marquis runs his fingers around my nipples further stimulating them. I breathe heavily as he gets me further aroused by his manipulations.
“You’re a sex machine, Gwen, and now you know how you can earn the right to cum.”
“Oh yes, sir,” I moan.
“Good, then I’ll leave you to your reading unless you have any further questions,” says the Marquis obviously in good spirits.
“Thank you, sir,” I answer.
The Marquis walks towards the door and then suddenly turns.
“By the way Gwen, how did you like The Story of O?”
“Oh I loved it, sir. I was so wet while reading it,” I answer excitedly.
“Do you think some day you could be as obedient as O?” he asks.
“Oh yes, sir, I know I could.”
“Here’s a question I would like you to consider, but not to answer at this time. What if it was I instead of Willie who asked you to drive that knife into your breast? Would you do it?”
With that said, he immediately left.
Could I be that obedient to him? Would I be willing to inflict that kind of pain on myself willingly? I honestly don’t know. I pierced my breast that night in hopes of avoiding further harm. I knew Willie wouldn’t hesitate to cut me. Would I do it willingly? Only time will tell.
While I am lost in thought, Claire enters for my afternoon milking. She releases my hands from the leather belt which is a relief.
“Hello, Gwen, you seem to be recovering nicely. My your breasts are quite full this afternoon. Do they ache, baby?” she asks as she pulls on my nipples.
I’m so fucking aroused. How can I go a month without cumming? This is insane. This slut wants to cum now.
Claire goes about her business attaching the machine to my breasts. She then turns the machine on which immediately comes to life and starts sucking the precious milk out of my breasts. Even this arouses me.
This would be a perfect opportunity to make Claire cum. That would be one climax closer to me earning my first climax for the gala event, but she doesn’t seem interested. I’m sure she’s heard by now. Usually she’s so anxious for me to get her off.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Claire?”
“No, not really, Gwen. I’m fine. I’m kinda tired today. I had a late night last night.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
There is a long silence as the machine continues to drain the milk from my breasts.
“Why is there something I can do for you, Gwen?” she asks.
“Well, no, but I thought I might be able to do something for you,” I answer.
“Now that’s a switch. You’ve never offered to do anything before. Why the change in heart now?” Claire asks.
“I thought you knew about the incentive program the Marquis set up for me.”
“Oh, I do, Gwen. Is there something you want? All you have to do is ask.” Claire smiles as she pulls on the chain attached to my clit.
Nothing is easy. She’s going to make me beg her to let me make her cum.
“I thought you might want me to make you cum,”
“And how will you do that?”
“I could eat your pussy, Claire.”
“Would you like to eat my pussy, baby?”
“Oh yes, Claire. I love eating your pussy.”
“Do you think my pussy is pretty?”
“Your pussy is very pretty.”
“Well, after you’re done milking, if I’m up to it, I’ll sit on your face and let you eat me out.”
“Thank you, Claire.”
You’re welcome, baby,” she says as she continues to manipulate the chains attached to my clit and labia. This only serves to further arouse me. I’m so horny. I want to cum now, not a month from now.
My breasts are finally drained, and Claire releases my breasts from the suction cups and takes care of the machine.
“Should I lie down on the floor?” I ask, excited at the prospect of eating Claire out and getting one climax closer to one of my own.
“Only under one condition, Gwen,” she says as she kisses my lips and runs her tongue all around them.
“What’s that, Claire?”
“Well, if you want to make me cum, you have to put this in your pussy first, baby,” she says as she reaches in the cart and pulls out a huge dildo.
My jaw drops open as I gaze upon the length and girth of that artificial phallus.
“Don’t look so shocked, Gwen. It’s not really all that large. It’s only eight inches long and three inches in diameter.”
I don’t know what to think. I’m not sure this is something that the Marquis would approve, but he did say I was subservient to everyone in his household.
“Are you ordering me to put that in my pussy?” I ask.
“Of course not, baby, I would never order you to do something like that. It’s your decision.”
“The Marquis might not approve,” I stammer.
“It’s a choice you have to make. All I know is that if you don’t put this nice fat dildo in your tight little pussy, you’re not going to get anywhere near my pussy,” she says, smiling at me.
“Claire, you know how highly aroused I am. That thing will bring me close to a climax and then I’ll get the shit shocked out of me,” I complain.
“Gwen, you underestimate your abilities. All you have to do is get me off before you Cum and it’s all over. The nasty dildo is turned off and removed from your cunt,” she says.
“Turned off?” I ask incredulously.
“Of yes, didn’t I tell you this is a vibrating and rotating dildo? Silly me,” she laughs.
I stand there debating whether it’s worth the effort. God, the Marquis made it so difficult – ten climaxes for me to earn just one!
“Well, I guess you’re not interested,” says Claire as she wheels the cart towards the door.
“Wait!”
“Yes?”
“I’ll do it,” I answer.
“That’s my baby. You won’t regret it. Think of it as a contest. You against the dildo,” she says as she walks over to me and hands me the large phallus. “I won’t activate it until it’s fully inserted and you are licking my pussy. I want to be fair to you, Gwen.”
I sit on the edge of the couch and lower the monster phallus towards my pussy. My pussy is sopping wet and it’s easy for me to get the head of the dildo in my pussy. I begin to work it in slowly trying not to get too aroused as I do so. How do you prevent yourself from getting aroused when you’re burying an eight inch dildo up your pussy? My clit is already throbbing and aching.
Claire stands by and watches me as her dildo disappears from sight. She stands behind me and rubs my shoulders as I work the dildo further in.
“You’re doing great, baby,” she whispers in my ear. She then trails kisses dwon my neck and across my shoulder. God, I wish she wouldn’t do that.
Five minutes later and it’s fully inserted. I feel so full and so fucking horny.
Claire smiles at me.
“Lie down on the floor, baby.”
I carefully lie down, and then Claire lowers her now bare pussy over my face. My tongue immediately goes to work licking and sucking on her pussy lips. She’s dry, and I know I have a head start on her. There’s no way I can get her to climax before I peak. Suddenly the monster phallus comes alive in my pussy, vibrating and churning. God, it feels so good. Under different circumstances I would welcome such a large intruder.
I attack Claire’s pussy with passion, sucking and nibbling on her clit. Her juices are flowing, and I can now taste her sweet nectar. My nose is buried in her ass but I don’t care. I need to get her excited as quickly as possible. She grinds her hips, rubbing her pussy all over my face. My lips are everywhere as I devour her cunt. My tongue snakes down and enters her fuck hole, twirling around inside of her exciting her even more. My nose now brushes up against her clit further exciting her as she grinds her hips with urgency. I can hear her muffled moans as she gets more and more aroused.
My pussy is on fire, but I’m beginning to think that I might win the battle. I might be able to get her to cum before I go over the edge.
I can tell she’s close as her groans get louder, and she bucks up and down on my face with urgency.
But the phallus buried in my pussy is driving me closer and closer to that point of no return. I concentrate, trying to hold off. Suddenly, Claire leans over and takes my clit in her mouth and sucks.
“No!” I scream as she drives me over the edge and my body is riddled with shocks to my nipples and clit. I convulse under her as the shocks increase in intensity.
“Hurry up, Gwen, get me off, so the shocks will stop.”
I continue to lap away at her pussy, trying to drive her over the edge, but she now takes my right nipple in her mouth and sucks on it. The shocks continue to riddle my poor abused body when suddenly Claire screams. She cuts off my air by sitting completely on my face and grinding her pussy all over me.
Mercifully, she turns off the vibrator and several minutes later rolls over to the side.
She betrayed me. I am still convulsing as she removes the dildo from my pussy.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I never intended to do that, but you got me so aroused. I looked down and saw that large beautiful clit just throbbing and in such need. You were doing such wonderful things to me that I just couldn’t resist. I had to take it in my mouth and suck on it. Forgive me.”
I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to believe. All I know is that I am highly aroused and frustrated. The only consolation is that I now have two climaxes towards the ten I need.
I get up and sit on the couch. Claire fits the leather belt to my waist and attaches my wrists to my sides. She then leaves without saying another word.
I sit there and cry in frustration.
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