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The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 17

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   Chapter 17  The next morning after my milking, exercise, and bath, I was
prepared to once again meet with the Marquis.  From what I overheard the
Marquis had a full day planned for me and my chambermaids were all
business.  To the casual observer it would be hard to believe that these
were the same women who used and abused me last night.  Today I was dressed
in red.  My wardrobe wasn't very exciting and you could almost predict what
I was wearing.  Over the knee boots, wrist cuffs, and, of course, a
matching patented bra providing much needed support for my DD breasts.  A
mini skirt had also been added to my ensemble.  After I was dressed, Dr. 
Shakiro arrived with Nurse Jones, the blonde bimbo.  He and he examined my
head and measured the length of my hair.  "Nurse Jones, date the chart for
today and enter 2 Ľ inches.  Make a notation that yesterday morning her
hair was an inch long.  It's growing at a phenomenal rate.  We'll continue
to chart the growth every morning for the next week.  By then we should see
a pattern and be able to accurately predict future growth," explained
Shakiro.  "Yes, doctor," Jones responded with a flirtatious look on her
face.  After Shakiro left, I was immediately taken to the Marquis.  He
anxiously awaited my arrival.  He was all business and wanted to get
started.  I dreaded what this day held for me.  I entered and assumed the
position, spreading my legs as wide as I could in this mini skirt, and
locked my hands behind my head.  "You look ravishing this morning, Gwen.  I
take it you spent a restful night?" he inquired.  A restful night?  Are you
kidding?  Last night was anything but restful.  Ignoring my lack of
response, he walked over and examined my head.  "That is truly amazing! 
How could your hair possibly grow that fast?  I'll need to get a
hairdresser much sooner than I expected." My hair had grown considerably
since yesterday.  I wondered if the shocks I received had anything to do
with it.  "Well, anyway, let me tell you a little bit about the movie
you'll be making.  Are you curious at all, Gwen," he asked.  "Oh yes, sir,
actually very much so," I answered.  "Well, good.  I'm glad to see you
taking an interest in these endeavors," he replied.  "I know I'm yours to
command, but I do have one request, if I may be so bold," I stammered.  "A
request?" he mused.  "Well, let's here it," he continued with irritation in
his voice.  I was already regretting that I impulsively said that to begin
with.  I knew it would get me absolutely nowhere, but at least I could say
I tried.  "Well, sir, I request that John be replaced in the movie by
someone else," I said hesitantly.  The Marquis stared at me, almost looking
through me as he contemplated his reply.  I thought his reaction would have
been immediate and swift, but it wasn't.  He could be so volatile.  "I'll
take that request under consideration after we've gone over the details of
your theatrical debut and you have met with John," he stated.  This was
much more than I hoped for, but I didn't realize I had to meet with that
bastard today.  I was filled with a glimmer of hope at his words.  Maybe
there was some compassion in the Marquis after all.  "Is that all right
with you, my dear?" he asked.  "Oh, yes sir, thank you," I responded
meaning every word.  "Very good!  Well, let's talk a little bit about your
movie.  Not only do you star in this movie, Gwen, the movie is about you. 
It's a biography, if you will, beginning when you were first taken captive
and showing your transformation and the ordeals you have gone through with
a little bit of fiction thrown in for good measure and a few contrived
circumstances, of course." He was making a biography of me?  "I have film
footage of when you were first taken and all the changes that have come
about including your piercings, your breast augmentation and resulting milk
production, Dr.  Shakiro's extension of your clit, the loss of all your
body hair, your adventures with the dwarves, your special adventure with
Dopey, and the list goes on.  Everything was captured on hidden camera, and
let us not forget the wonderful tape that was made of you and Count
Darius's father.  This will all be included in the movie and more.  My
clients will be begging for more of you after seeing the video we put
together," he explained.  He couldn't be serious.   My shame and
humiliation was to be laid out for the entire world to see?  Everyone was
to see me degraded and transformed into what I am now?  Oh God, this
couldn't be happening.  He planned to bare my soul to the world so they
could feast on my humiliation and suffering.  "We'll call this movie `The
Misadventures of Gwen.'  What do you think, my dear?" he asked knowing full
well what my reaction would be.  "Why are you doing this to me?  I have
done everything you have asked of me?" I pleaded.  The Marquis backhanded
my left cheek and then my right.  I broke down in tears.  "You ungrateful
slut!  I have done everything for you!  I have even entertained your
request to replace your husband in the movie.  I demand obedience.  You
belong to me.  How dare you question me," he screamed.  I was sobbing
hysterically unable to bring myself under control.  Why must my cruel
transformation be recorded and documented?  Wasn't it bad enough that I had
to suffer though it?  The Marquis paced back and forth waiting for me to
settle down.  After some minutes he walked over to me and pushed a button
on the remote.  The clasp on my bra opened, and he removed my bra.  He was
probably going to abuse my breasts as retribution.  He circled my left
areole with his index finger causing my nipple to harden and stick out a
full inch and a quarter.  He repeated the action on my right areole.  My
nipples were so hard and throbbing.  He then pushed another button on the
remote and my nipples came alive with pleasurable vibrations emanating from
them and spreading throughout my breasts.  Oh God, it felt so good.  I
regained my composure and stopped crying.  My pussy was getting wet and my
clit now extended out of its hood, hard and pulsing.  That little nub was
begging for attention.  Begging for someone to take it in their mouth and
suck and nibble on it.  The Marquis ran his hands lightly all over my
breasts adding to the wonderful feeling spreading throughout my body.  Oh
God, how I would love to cum right now.  My hips began to move in small
circles as I got hotter and hotter.  There was an itch in my cunt that
needed to be satisfied.  I was so fucking hot.  I was such a slut.  In my
present condition, it didn't take much to get me aroused.  I would love to
take the Marquis's cock and shove it up my pussy, riding him to orgasm.  A
fine sweat broke out on my tits as I became hotter and hotter.  And then
abruptly everything stopped.  All sensation was gone.  I wanted more, but
there was no more.  "May I continue?" asked the Marquis with a hint of
sarcasm in his tone.  "Yes sir," I responded as if I had any say in the
matter.  I stood there hot and horny wanting only to cum.  "My clientele
are very particular.  They don't go for long and elaborate story lines. 
They want action, and that's exactly what we'll give them.  We'll use
narration to fill in necessary detail and to set up the scenes, but most of
the movie is you in action.  For example, in the scene with Count Darius's
father, the viewers will know that he is on his deathbed and you are there
at the Marquis's request, but that's all the background information they
really need.  Your encounter with the old man tells the story, and that's
what they're interested in.  Do you understand what I'm saying, Gwen?" he
asked as if my opinion really matters.  "I think so, sir," I responded
"Good!  This movie will prove to be my most ambitious undertaking!" I was
still hot all over.  My nipples and clit throbbed.  I needed release.  It
would have been better if he whipped me or beat me with his paddle.  This
was far crueler and he knew it.  I found it hard to concentrate on what he
was saying.  "Are you alright, Gwen?  You look a little flushed," he said
as he placed his hands on my breasts and squeezed.  He continued to squeeze
my breasts fanning the fires burning within, stoking up the flames once
more.  "I'm fine, sir," I lied.  He knew I was lying.  He knew what he was
doing to me.  He knew I was a horny little slut because that was what he'd
turned me in to.  He knew I would do just about anything to cum right now. 
There was no telling what he'd have me doing in this movie.  He then lifted
my skirt and looked at my now drenched pussy.  "My, we have a mess down
there.  Claire can clean you up when she comes in to milk you.  And you're
clit is really standing at attention," he said as he ran his index finger
across my clit sending tremors up and down my spine.  He ran his finger
over my clit once again, and I shook uncontrollably.  He leaned in close
and whispered in my ear, "You're a horny little slut, Gwen, aren't you?"
"Yes sir," I responded.  Nibbling on my ear he continued, "Say it!  Tell me
what you are." "I'm a horny little slut.  I'm your horny little, slut,
sir," I said.  "What does my horny little slut want me to do to her?" he
asked.  I was getting so hot.  He had me so aroused.  I could feel the
warmth of his body close to me as he continued to nibble on my ear,
brushing his chest against my hard sensitive nipples.  "Your horny little
slut wants you to fuck her with your big hard cock," I answered.  He backed
away slowly with a smile on his face.  "Well, there isn't time for that
right now.  You need to be milked, and then we'll be meeting with your
husband." The cruel bastard.  I was so aroused and frustrated.  Why
couldn't he just let me cum!   He attached my wrist cuffs to the overhead
chain and raised my arms upward until I was standing on my toes.  "There!
That should keep you out of trouble." He called for Claire who arrived
promptly.  I could faintly hear words exchanged between them.  "Tend to
your duties and nothing else," he ordered.  "Forgive me, Marquis, have
there been complaints?" Claire inquired.  "If you're insinuating that Miss
Gwen has complained about your improprieties, I can assure you that is the
farthest thing from the truth.  I have many means at my disposal.  There is
very little that goes on within these walls that escape me.  And for the
record, if Miss Gwen had complained and there were repercussions, I can
assure you that the individual responsible would pay dearly.  Am I making
myself clear?"   "Perfectly, sir," Claire replied meekly and then curtsied.
"Carry on and be quick about it," he retorted.  I was milked with no
incident and very little conversation between Claire and myself.  It was
evident that the Marquis's words had an effect on her.  I hung by my now
aching arms for over an hour alone, left to my thoughts.  I dreaded the
meeting that was soon to take place.  I hated John so much.  He sentenced
me to this lifestyle.  If he didn't love me any more, all he had to do was
divorce me.  I would have let him go.  I was never vindictive and would
never try to hold on to someone who didn't want me.  But no, divorce was
not enough.  Instead he had to alter the course of my life, and the worse
part is that he knew of the Marquis's reputation.  He knew what the Marquis
would do to me, and he didn't care.  I hated him so much.  The thought of
him made my skin crawl!  All these thoughts ran through my mind as I hung
from the chain waiting for the return of the Marquis.  And I couldn't help
but believe that the Marquis purposely left me alone for this long period
of time to do just that.  I didn't have much longer to wait as the door
suddenly opened.  A thought suddenly occurred to me.  John was going to see
me like this, hanging by these damn chains.  Why did the Marquis leave me
in such a compromising position?  He could at least have allowed me some
dignity for this meeting.  "Well, Gwen, I see that Claire has finished. 
There is someone here to see you," said the Marquis as he walked around in
front of me.  Following close by and standing beside him was John, my
fucking husband.  "I don't believe it.  I thought you were dead.  The
reports said your car went over a ravine," he said as he looked on in
disbelief.  I stared at him trying to control myself.  I refused to say
anything.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  "Well, obviously, John, Gwen is
alive and well and hanging out with me," the Marquis snickered as he patted
John on the back.  The Marquis lowered the chain and released my wrists.  I
was now standing on my five inch heels, trying to restore circulation to my
arms.  He picked up the remote, pushed a button, and the catch on my bra
opened.  I looked down incredulously as it opened.  "Remove your bra, Gwen,
and make yourself comfortable," commanded the Marquis.  The look on his
face told me that it would be wise for me to comply with his wishes with no
argument.  I pulled the cups back releasing my tits and finished removing
my bra.  I now stood before them only in my over the knee boots, mini
skirt, and wrist cuffs.  John stared at me mesmerized by my awesome tits. 
Obviously he liked what he saw.  Good, let him suffer for I wouldn't
willingly do anything with him.  I had already decided that.  The Marquis
could push me just so far.  I must salvage some remnant of my dignity.  "It
might be good, John, if you explained to Gwen what motivated you to sell
her into slavery in the first place," said the Marquis.  John looked
uncomfortable and embarrassed.  I could see that this was awkward for him. 
What I didn't understand was why he had come back here.  Why hadn't he
commented about my hair?  Wait, he never knew I was bald.  Had it really
been that long?  "Yes, you're right.  Gwen, you deserve an explanation.  I
know you probably hate me, but I would at least like you to know why I did
what I did.  Understand I'm not trying to condone or justify what
happened.  I just want you to know the true state of affairs," said John.
"Gwen, you are at liberty to react or ask any questions you choose.  There
will be no repercussions," added the Marquis.  Why was he allowing me this
freedom?  This was so out of character for the Marquis.  "Where do I
start?  There is so much you don't know about me," said John.  "No kidding,
you bastard.  I know nothing about you," I spit out feeling nothing but
contempt for this excuse for a man.  "I understand how you must feel?" "Oh,
I'm sure you do.  Look at me.  Look at what I've become.  You think you
understand?" "Just let me explain what happened," he pleaded.  "Sure, go
ahead but it really doesn't matter now anyway," I said.  He stood close to
be and I felt awkward.  For the first time in a great while I was conscious
of my nakedness.  It never bothered me before but with him it did.  "You
never knew it, but I had a gambling problem, Gwen.  I should say I have a
gambling problem.  I got myself in a bind when I borrowed money from a loan
shark with the promise to repay him within 30 days.  I thought my new
system was foolproof, and I knew I could easily turn that money into even
bigger bucks.  Then I would be able to give you the nice things you so much
deserve," he said.  "What are you talking about?  Gambling problem?" "I'm a
gambler, a compulsive gambler, and now I know it's a sickness like
alcoholism.  Unfortunately, it's too late.  The damage is done.  I lost all
their money and couldn't make payment.  They got real nasty, beat up on me,
and gave me 48 hours to come up with the money or I was history.  I knew
they weren't kidding." "Why didn't you tell me?  Why didn't you come to me
for help?  I'm your wife.  We could have worked something out.  I could
have contacted daddy.  He would have given me the money," I sobbed.  "Your
father already thought of me as a loser.  I just couldn't do that. 
Instead, this woman, who I met at the race track, told me she might be able
to arrange a way out for me.  That's when she told me about the Marquis and
put me in contact with him." "You mean Maxine?" I asked.  "Yes." "I thought
she was your new girlfriend." "No, not really although we did sleep
together a few times," he mumbled with his head down.  "So you see, Gwen, I
offered John a way to pay his debt to these gangsters.  $100,000 to pay
them off in exchange for you.  He had no other choice but to take my offer
or probably end up dead in some back alley," added the Marquis.  "You had
other options, but you chose to sacrifice me to save yourself," I cried. 
"All I'm doing is trying to explain to you what happened.  I'm not saying
that what I did was right." Oh God, how selfish of him.  He should have
told me.  We could have worked through this together.  We could have gone
to the police.  There were so many other options.  "Why are you here now? 
Don't you know that I hate and despise you?  Don't you know that I never
want to see you again?  Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to stand
here before you like this?  For you to see me like this?" "Yes, I know,
Gwen, but I have no choice," he mummered.  "What do you mean you have no
choice?" I asked.  "I had a relapse and accumulated more gambling debts,"
he muttered.  "You already sold me.  Being here does you no good." "The
Marquis has offered me another $100,000 to pay off my debt if I will make
this movie for him.  I had no choice.  If I don't come up with the money by
next Friday, I'm dead," he said.  "So once again you're willing to
sacrifice me to save your fucking hide.  What a pathetic excuse for a man
you are!" I spit out.  I couldn't believe this.  He came back here to get
himself out of a bind.  I found it hard to catch my breath.  I found all of
this so hard to believe.  I couldn't stand the sight of him.  The Marquis
pulled up a chair and told John to sit down.   He then walked over to me,
and in front of John, began to tease my nipples.  I was so embarrassed.  He
humiliated me in front of the bastard.  "See how hard her nipples get,
John.  Notice how long they are - an inch and a quarter.  They're very
sensitive, aren't they Gwen," the Marquis asked.  "Yes, sir," I answered.
"If you lift her skirt, you'll also see that her pussy is already wet and
dripping.  And notice how big her clit is.  Go on, take a look," urged the
Marquis.  How disgusting!  John got up and lifted my skirt to take a look. 
He stared at my pussy and reached out to touch my clit.  "Don't touch me,
you bastard!" I screamed.  The Marquis backhanded me across the right cheek
and then the left, bringing me back to reality.  That was a mistake.  I
defied the Marquis in front of a guest.  "That behavior is totally
inappropriate and will not be tolerated," he retorted.  I cried feeling
helpless, totally defenseless, and unprotected.  "Get in position now!" he
ordered.  I spread my legs and placed my hands behind my head.  The Marquis
ripped the skirt off of me.  "This won't be needed.  I was being too
considerate allowing you to wear it in the first place.  Sit down, John,
and feast your eyes on her pussy." Oh God, the shame I felt.  "Gwen, I want
you to walk over to John, remove his slacks, and give him the best blow job
he's ever had," the Marquis ordered.  "I won't do that, sir," I say defying
the Marquis.  "You said you would consider my request.  Please do that now.
I beg you, please." I cried uncontrollably.  The Marquis picked up the
remote.  I knew what was coming, and I braced myself for the shocks that
would soon course through my body.  He walked in front of me maintaining
his composure, showing a great deal of self-control.  Suddenly, my nipples
begin to tingle and grew harder as my tits are filled with such a wonderful
feeling.  Next my clit was tingling and vibrating as the embedded ring came
to life.  I got aroused quickly, but I didn't want to.  My mind was in
turmoil but my body was on fire.  "OK Gwen, you win.  I'll send him away. 
He won't make the movie with you." I breathed a sigh of relief.  I may have
to make this movie but at least he would be out of my life.  "But
understand that if you insist that John leaves, you're signing his death
warrant.  For as sure as the sun rises in the morning, those loan sharks
will not let him off the hook.  His debt must be paid one way or another.
With no way to pay back the money he owes, he'll pay with his life.  And
you'll have to live knowing that because of you he died." Goddammit, how
could he put this on me?  How could he leave John's fate in my hands? 
"Make certain that's what you want.  If you can live with that fine, but if
by chance, you change your mind within the next 5 minutes, you are to do as
I asked you to do.  Do you understand, Gwen?  " he asked.  I began to shake
uncontrollably.  I was filled with such anxiety.  How could I condemn him
to death?  How could I live with that on my conscience?  Yes, he betrayed
me, and I hate him for that, but I couldn't live knowing that I sent him to
his death.  The Marquis manipulated me.  He knew I wouldn't let the bastard
die.  He knew I'd get down on my knees and suck the son-of-a-bitch's cock. 
The minutes passed as my mind was in turmoil.  The battle in my mind raged
on.  I didn't care about him.  Let him die.  I owed him nothing.  I was a
good wife.  He betrayed me.  "One minute remains before John leaves, Gwen,"
said the Marquis.  John looked scared as the seconds ticked away.  What
choice did I have?  As the tingling in my nipples and clit increased, my
pussy began to drip.  The fire in my loins raged on out of control.  I
slowly walked towards John and dropped down on my knees in front of him. 
The thought of what I had to do revolted me.  I moaned in lust as much as
in disgust at the act I must perform.  "A wise choice, Gwen.  The cameramen
are here to film this for our movie.  Do as I direct you to do.  I want
this done right!" he again took charge.  A tear flows down my cheek as the
Marquis directs me to undo John's belt and remove his slacks.  I slowly do
as the Marquis bids.  He's now naked from the waist down and his cock is
hard.  I'm on my knees in front of him staring at his cock.  I find it
repulsive!  "OK, Gwen, take John's cock in your hands and stroke it as you
look up at him," directed the Marquis.  I slowly reached for his cock with
a trembling hand and reluctantly stroked it as I forced myself to look up
at him.  His cock grew harder in my hand as I continued to stroke it. 
"That's good!  Now, still looking at him, run your tongue from the base of
his cock up to the tip," directed the Marquis.  I was paralyzed.  How could
I do this?  "Gwen!" Oh how I loathed this.  I did as directed running my
tongue up the length of his fucking cock.  I repeated this several times. 
The pleasure John felt was written all over his face.  He was enjoying this
too much, and I was doing all of the work.  "Good.  Now run your tongue all
over the head of his cock, and start to moan as you do this." I licked the
bulbous head of his cock, tempted to bite it off, but I didn't.  I moaned
to please the Marquis.  Precum leaked from the head of John's cock which I
was forced to taste.  The wonderful tingling sensations still coursed
through my body getting me hotter and hotter.  I was a slut on fire.  As I
licked the head of his cock, the task was becoming less distasteful. 
"Great!  Now take his cock and run it around your nipples.  Remember to
look up at him seductively!" The cameramen moved in as I took his cock and
ran it all over my nipples.  God that felt so good.  I looked up at John as
I licked my lips.  I smeared his precum all over my nipples.  This was
turning me on so much, but I didn't want to be turned on by this bastard. I
imagined what it would be like to have his cock rammed up my pussy, driving
me to orgasm after orgasm.  I licked his cock some more taking the
initiative and then running it up and down between my cleavage.  Milk began
to seep from my nipples, and I smeared it all over John's cock.  I then
took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked.  John moaned.  His cock
was now at the back of my throat, and I pushed letting it enter my throat. 
I could feel the head of his cock massaging the walls of my throat, coating
my throat with his precum.   John was breathing heavier and moaning as I
took the last inch of his cock into my throat.  My lips brushed up against
his pubic hair.  God his cock felt so good in my throat.  "Very nice,
Gwen.  Now move your head back and forth allowing John's cock to explore
your throat and move those tits seductively." I did as the Marquis
directed, and then slowly backed off withdrawing his cock from my throat
until just the head is in my mouth.  Then I again began the slow descent,
taking him all the way back into my throat.   I was so hot now and close to
my own orgasm.  I tried to block out John and just concentrate on his cock
as a separate entity.  My mouth was now moving up and down his long shaft,
taking him deep each time.   My pace increased as I became highly aroused
and so close to a climax.  And then John's cock exploded in my throat
dumping load upon load of cum in my belly.  I swallowed trying to keep up
with the flow of his sperm.  As my tummy was filled, I reached my own peak
and "aaaagggggggggggg" excruciating pain shoots through my highly sensitive
clit and nipples causing me to convulse as John's cock was still buried in
my throat.  Electricity flowed through my body as the convulsions
continued.  My mouth impaled on his cock, I shook uncontrollably.  "Holy
shit, I can feel tingling throughout my cock," John exclaimed.  John
withdrew his cock as I rolled over on my back still shaking and breathing
heavily trying to catch my breath and recover from the pain racking my
body.  Tears well up in my eyes as my frustration built.  I trembled
uncontrollably.  "Gwen, you know you're not allowed to cum.  I thought you
could better control yourself especially considering who you are giving a
blow job.  How could you get off sucking on the cock of a man who you hate
and despise so much?  Are you that much of a slut?" I lay there listening
to him belittle and degrade me in front of John.  John looked down at me
with a smile on his face.  I was so ashamed of myself.  "Clean up your
mess, Gwen," John ordered.  I was paralyzed and couldn't believe what I was
hearing.  Did I hear right?  Was he ordering me to clean his cock?  What
right did he have to do that?  He should be grateful that I didn't have him
sent off, left to the mercy of those loan sharks.  "Do as you're told,
Gwen!" ordered the Marquis.  "But..." "There are no buts!  Do as you are
told.  Crawl over to John and clean his cock!" I got on my hands and knees
and crawled over to John.  I hated him so much.  I took his cock and licked
it clean as he looked down on me with a smirk on his face.  He then helped
me up and whispered in my ear, "I am so much looking forward to working
with you on this movie.  If today was any indication of what's to come,
we're going to have a hell of a time." I was tricked.  The Marquis knew I
wouldn't send John to his death.  He counted on it.  He used and
manipulated me, and I was too stupid to see it until it was too late.  John
fondled my breasts as tears once again welled up in my eyes.  I wouldn't
give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.  "Well, today has been very
productive.  This will be a nice addition to the `Misadventures of Gwen.' 
Don't you think so, John?" "Oh yes, sir, it certainly will," smiled John.
"Rest up.  Tomorrow is another day.  I'll call an attendant to show you to
your quarters." After John left, the Marquis directed his attention to me.
"You need to be milked, Gwen.  Claire will be here shortly.  Anything to
say?" "I was tricked!" I stammered.  "I gave you a choice.  You made your
own decision." "You knew I wouldn't send him to his death!" "The decision
was yours to make.  You'll have to live with it!  No one twisted your arm.
No one told you to crawl over to him like a slut and suck his cock.  You
did that on your own." I fell silent.  He was right.  I should have seen
through his manipulations.  It was my own fault.  Damn him!  "Put your
hands behind your back!  That's right.  I want those bloated tits sticking
out!" He then reared back and smacked my left tit on the side knocking it
into my right tit.  He repeated this, rearing back and smacking my right
tit setting it in motion.  As he talked to me, he alternated his blows to
first the left tit and then the right.  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  "I
don't like your attitude lately, Gwen.  I've been lenient with you, but
your boldness is getting out of control.  You need some discipline." The
blows continued.  SMACK!  SMACK!  "I especially don't appreciate being
defied by you in front of my guests.  This is never to happen again or you
will suffer the consequences.  Do I make myself clear?" "Yes sir.  Forgive
me," I stammered as the blows to my tits continued.  My breasts were
turning red and the incessant blows to my tits produced a heat that
emanated from them.  I found that the pain was becoming duller as my
nipples had grown rock hard and my clit was throbbing.  I was getting wet!
Milk was escaping my nipples as the blows continued.  I was getting
lightheaded, but he wouldn't stop.  I thrust my tits out welcoming the
blows that reined down upon my breasts.  `Harder!  Harder!  Hit me
harder!'  I wanted to scream but dared not.  I was getting wetter.  My cunt
was dripping.  There was an itch in my cunt that wouldn't go away.  It was
more insistent.  I needed a cock up my cunt fucking me.  My clit throbbed
so much it hurt.  I tried rubbing my legs together but he kicked my feet
apart forcing me to maintain a wide stance.  And the blows continued until
I couldn't take any more.  I needed to cum!  I wanted to cum! 
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh" I felt to my knees as the shock hit me first in the
nipples and then in my clit.  I shook uncontrollably as once more my body
was filled with excruciating pain.  I lay there sobbing in pain, cradling
my breasts.  "You disgust me," he spit out with venom in his voice.  Claire
was summoned and took me back to my quarters where I was milked and then
fed.  After a bath, I was put to bed early in preparation for another long
day.  This had not been a good day for me.  I behaved poorly and made some
foolish decisions that I would have to live with.  Worst of all I'd have to
make this movie with that bastard, and I'd only myself to blame for that. 
If only I had it all to do over again, but I didn't.  I was exhausted but
too aroused to fall asleep.  My breasts were red and aching.  My nipples
were still hard and my clit ached as the tingling started up.  Oh God, not
tonight.  I fell off into a fitful sleep until I was awakened in the middle
of the night to be milked only to fall off once more into a restless sleep.

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