The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 28 

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Chapter 28

How I survived yesterday’s ordeal was beyond be. My scalp was sensitive and sore. For awhile I feared my hair might be pulled out by the roots. The only thing that made it somewhat bearable was the stranger who came in every hour to check on me.  He brought a small stool with him and allowed me to stand on it for several minutes. 

Thank God that was behind me. I would never be that foolish again. The price I paid was much too high. I must be an obedient slut.

Michelle just finished with my hair. I had managed to collect four more beads this morning. I now had a total of ten. The downside was that I was hornier than hell after getting all those women off, but I was sure Monique, Evelyn, Michelle, and Dom found this arrangement very satisfying. 

Dom was the only one who really excited me. I found her very intriguing. She had an animal magnetism that just drew me to her.  Her lips were amazing, and I found myself getting wetter and wetter whenever I thought about how she devoured my breasts the first time we met.  She was also so unpredictable like when she bit down on my nipple eliciting a bloodcurdling scream from me. I now looked forward to every milking. What other little surprises did she have in store for me?

I was presently spending some time reading before leaving for the Red Hat’s luncheon. I was not really looking forward to spending the afternoon with some old biddies. 

The Marquis entered followed by Duke, his Doberman. I was surprised to see him today.  I immediately stood and assumed the position with legs spread wide and my hands locked behind my head.

“Well, I see you’re ready for the luncheon.  I’m sure you’ll make quite an impression on this group,” remarked the Marquis.

Make an impression on them! They were all probably too blind to even see me let alone make an impression.

“Yes sir,” I said.

Duke sat in front of me with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. I could feel his breath on my leg as I stood there.

“I do like the red mini skirt and purple silk blouse. They go nicely with your red bra and red over-the-knee boots.  You’ll fit right in with the ladies. Who knows, they might even make you an honorary member of the group,” he remarked enjoying his attempt at humor.

“Thank would be nice, sir,” I commented.

It was hard for me to focus. I was so aroused. My clit was overly sensitive and the gold chain constantly pulled on it.  It was very distracting. I also imagined that Duke in his boldness nuzzled his nose under my short skirt and started to lick my pussy. These thoughts got me even wetter.

“Don’t forget to wear the red hat that goes with your outfit.”

“Yes, sir, I have it right here.”

“Well, I hope the events of yesterday taught you something.”

“Most definitely, sir. Your horny little slut will always be obedient,” I quickly answered.

“Good. Time will tell, won’t it, Gwen?” he commented.

At that point, Monique entered my chambers.

“Sir, the Red Hats are being served lunch at this time. Gwen should make an appearance shortly. They usually have their guest speaker begin during lunch.”

“Yes, yes, you may escort Gwen to the luncheon.”

“Yes, sir,” Monique answered as she curtsied.

I put on my red hat which completed my outfit and proceeded to the luncheon.  

As I entered the room, I could hear the whispering among the old ladies. From the looks on their faces, they were obviously shocked by my appearance.  The buzzing continued as I walked towards the front of the room.

As I looked around I could see that there were around fifteen elderly ladies present. Most of them appeared to be in their late sixties and seventies.

A matronly woman greeted me.

“Oh Gwen, I am so glad you could be here today. My name is Madge. The Marquis has told me so many nice things about you,” Madge said as she gave me a big hug.

“Why, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Madge,” I responded.

“Well, let’s get started. Ladies! Ladies! May I have your attention!” Madge addressed the group as she tapped her glass with a spoon.

“Quiet please, ladies. Today we have a very special guest who has taken time out of her busy schedule to attend our luncheon and answer any questions we have about lactation. Let’s all give Gwen a warm welcome.”

Everyone in the room clapped politely, but the buzzing and whispering continued.

“Gwen is the ward of the Marquis and just happens to be lactating. She is well qualified to answer any questions you may have.”

There was more polite clapping from the group of old ladies. I think they were all still in shock by my appearance. 

“Gwen will now answer any questions you have?”

A hand went up at the front table.

“How much milk do you produce?

“Well, usually around a quart at each milking.”

Another hand went up.

“How often are you pumped?”

“I’m pumped every four hours during the day from 7:00 AM to 11:00 PM.  If milk production should be down, this schedule is sometimes altered with more frequent milkings.”

“Are your nipples sensitive?”

“Yes, my nipples are very sensitive.”

At this point the door at the back of the room opened and another old lady entered. She was dressed in the typical red garb and hat worn by the others. Obviously she was late, and remained standing in the back of the room while I continued to answer questions from the group.

“Oh my, the president of our chapter just walked in. I didn’t think she was going to be here today,” Madge whispered to me.

“Are you on a special diet?”

No, not really. I can eat just about anything with few restrictions.”

“Have you noticed any sagging since you began lactating?”

“No, I wear special reinforced bras which supply excellent support.”

The woman, who walked in late, the president, raised her hand.

“Then your breasts don’t sag at all when burdened with milk?” the president asked as she walked forward.

“No, they don’t” I answered.

“I find that hard to believe, Missy” she said, standing before me.

Oh my God, no! It couldn’t be!

“Well, I’m sorry if you don’t…”

She slapped me across the face.

“Shut up, slut!  Get your hands locked behind your head!” she demanded.

Oh God, what was happening? Why was she here! Could Grace really be the president of this ladies group?

I automatically obeyed. Did I dare disobey and suffer the wrath of the Marquis?

“Spread your legs wide! Stand in position like the slut that you are!”

She then took her hat off.

I was right. It was Grace. She still had that look of hatred in her eyes. Why did she hate me so? I apologized to her when no apology was necessary. She wronged me.

She turned to address the group.

“Well I’m not convinced that our guest isn’t sagging! Are you?”

A chorus of “No’s” went up from the group.

“I think we should find out first hand. What do you think, ladies?”

Another chorus of “Yes’s” went up from the group.

 “Well, you heard them, Missy. They want to see for themselves. Unbutton your blouse, now,” she ordered.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt so humiliated and to think that everything was going so well before she walked in. I was simply supposed to answer their questions about lactation and leave.

Grace slapped me across the face again. My head rocked to the right with the stinging blow.

“I’m not going to tell you again. Unbutton your blouse, or I’ll rip is off myself,” she hissed.

I reluctantly unbuttoned my blouse, knowing that in a few minutes my breasts would be exposed to all these elderly women. How embarrassing. They were outsiders.

“Now take it off!”

I took off my blouse and let it drop to the floor.

“Nice red bra,” she said as she squeezed my breasts.

“Ladies, notice the highly reinforced bra the slut wears.”

Why did she have to degrade me like this?

She then took out the small silver remote. Now I knew for sure she had the blessings of the Marquis. He probably thought this whole scenario up himself.

She pushed a button and the clasp on the front of my bra opened. 

“Take your bra off, Missy, and let the ladies see your big tits.”

I reluctantly took off the bra, exposing my breasts to the group. My long hard nipples got even harder as they were exposed to the group of ladies. I was so humiliated but found it arousing at the same time. 

A gasp went up in the room!

“My, look how large they are?

“Look at those nipples!”

“They’re so big!”

“I wouldn’t want to carry around those sacs!”

I felt like crawling into a hole and hiding. They were all old enough to be my grandmother.

Grace had moved around behind me, and now reached around and lifted my breasts.

“Well, I guess there isn’t much sag after all, ladies. The slut seems to be in good shape.”

She then smacked the side of my breasts, knocking them into each other. They shimmied as they collided.

A tear escaped my eye.

“Notice the huge nipples on this bimbo,” she said as she grabbed my nipples from behind and squeezed them hard.

“Ooowww” escaped from my lips. She was digging her nails into my nipples.

“Well, ladies, any more questions for the slut before she leaves?”

A hand went up at the front table.

“Yes, Madeline?”

“What does her breast milk taste like?”

“Well, that’s hard to describe, but I guess we could find out,” answered Grace.  “How many of you would like to come up and sample some milk?”

Oh my God, she wouldn’t!

Murmurs of approval spread throughout the group.

Grace came around in front of me and squeezed my breasts. She continued to knead them until a single drop of milk escaped from each of my large highly sensitive nipples.

“I think you’re ready for them now, Missy. It was so nice of you to join our group today. I’m sure this will be a luncheon they won’t soon forget,” she taunted me.

“Ok, ladies, form two lines. The slut can accommodate two of you at a time.  Take your time and drink until your heart’s content. Those tits hold a lot of milk.”

They formed two lines as two of the oldies walked up and grabbed my breasts. One of them took her dentures out of her mouth and gave me a toothless grin before leaning over and taking my nipple into her mouth.

They sucked greedily on my nipples, drawing the sweet warm nectar from my breasts. Their hands kneaded my breasts as they sucked and chewed on my nipples. The old lady with teeth experimented by grasping my nipple with her teeth and pulling, drawing my breast out. I found that I was getting wet down below. Oh God, I hope Grace didn’t notice.  My clit was aching and throbbing. I felt the juices leaking from my pussy. I was getting turned on by these two old ladies!

They finished and two more ladies immediately took their place. This continued for a good hour until all of them had a chance to sample my milk.  The last two were just finishing, and my nipples were highly sensitive.

“You’re close aren’t you, Missy?” Clare whispered in my ear from behind. “You’re nothing but a dirty little slut, getting off by having old ladies suck on your big tits.”

I moaned. Her talk was getting me even hotter. I wished she would stop it! Just leave me alone.

“Go ahead, cum, Missy. Show the ladies how much of a slut you really are.”

The old bag sucking on my left breast, bit down on my highly sensitive nipple which sent me over the edge. My clit was aching so badly. My pussy lips were quivering when…

“Aaaaagggghhhhh” the shocks hit my nipples and clit at the same time. The two old ladies backed up startled as my breasts danced on my chest, reacting to the electrical charges flowing through my nipples.

My knees were weak. I fell to my knees totally exhausted.

“Don’t worry ladies.  The slut is alright. She got herself so aroused that she was shocked for trying to cum.  Ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha.”

Grace reveled in my humiliation. She was enjoying degrading me before all of her friends.

“Get up slut! Get that skirt off and show the ladies how wet and aroused you are.”

I hung my head in shame. This wasn’t necessary. I was not a bad person.

Grace smacked my left breast and then my right.

“You’re not moving fast enough. Get your skirt off now. I won’t need much provocation to turn your fucking tits into punching bags,” she hissed.

I reluctantly removed my skirt, exposing my wet naked pussy.  I stood before a group of elderly women only wearing my red over-the-knee boots. 

The ladies stood around eyeing me and making degrading comments.

“My. Look how wet she is!”

“She IS a slut!”

“I’m glad she’s not my daughter!”

“Why, she should be ashamed of herself!”

“My. Is that clitoris real? It’s so big!”

“She’s wearing an awfully lot of jewelry down there.”

“Look, she’s dribbling down her leg!”

The abusive comments continued as I stood there suffering one insult after another. I knew I was a slut, but they made me feel so cheap.

“Well, Missy, I guess we’re done with you. This has been very informative. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself as much as we’ve enjoyed having you. Right, ladies!”

A round of applause went up from the group.

“Before you leave, why don’t you walk around and let the ladies have one more feel of your fat tits.  Get your hands locked behind your head and really thrust those udders out for them to feel,” Grace ordered.

I obeyed her, knowing I had no other option. My large breasts bounced up and down as I walked towards the circle of waiting ladies. The five inch heels I wore only add to the bounce in my chest as I approached them.  I stood before the first one as she grabbed my breasts and hefted them in her hands. I continued down the line as my breasts were squeezed and twisted and mauled by the bony hands of these shriveled up old women.

I was finally done.

“May I leave?” I asked Grace.

“Of course, you may leave, Missy. I didn’t want you here in the first place, you worthless slut.”

She threw my skirt and blouse and bra at me.

“Take these with you. Don’t bother to put them on. Just go.”

I walked towards the door relieved to finally be able to get out of there. I hated Grace. I opened the door when suddenly Grace stopped me.

“Wait, Missy. I forgot something. Come back here,” she ordered.

I reluctantly closed the door and walked back to the front of the room. 

“The Marquis gave each of the ladies a gift. He said you would give each of them something special in return for it,” she said as she held up a bead.

Oh God, no! They were each given a bead!  I stood there with my mouth agape. 

“I was instructed to give you this envelope,” she continued.

I took the envelope and opened it. It was a note from the Marquis.

Dear Gwen

By now you have suffered quite a bit of humiliation at the hands of Grace and her group of old cronies. Humbling experiences are good for you.  To make it up to you, I have given each of the ladies a bead. You now have a choice to make. 

Of course, you may simply leave. No questions will be asked. On the other hand you may want to explain to Grace and her group how you can earn the beads from them.

There are a total of sixteen beads you could possibly walk away with today. That’s not bad for an afternoon’s work, but the decision is yours to make, my dear.

Regards,
The Marquis

“Hurry up, slut, we don’t have all day. If you have something for us, let’s have it. If not, then leave.”

Oh God, how humiliating, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get sixteen beads even if it meant bringing these old hags to a climax.

“Well!”

“I can give you something in return for the beads.”

“Okay, well, what is it, Missy,” she asked with a note of irritation in her voice.

“I will bring you to a climax in exchange for the bead,” I whispered almost regretting the decision I was making.

“Did I hear you right, slut,” Grace asked incredulously. “You’ll make me cum in exchange for this bead!”

“Yes!”

Grace laughed hysterically.

“Well, ladies, I guess this luncheon isn’t over yet. Our guest of honor hasn’t had a chance to eat yet, and in exchange for that bead each of you are holding, she will eat your pussy until you climax.  Now that’s a deal if I ever heard one. If you’re interested, get your knickers off, spread your legs, and get ready for some action.”

There was commotion in the room. They all began to take their underwear off. Obviously all of them planned on taking me up on my offer. They sat in a circle with their old shriveled nasty looking pussies exposed. Grace had also taken off her g-string, smirking at me.

“You are a nastier slut than I thought, Missy. Is there nothing you won’t do? Get down on your fucking knees and show these ladies how you eat pussy. Give them a preview of coming attractions,” she hissed.

I dropped to me knees disgusted with myself for lowering myself to this level. I could have left but was too excited about the reward that awaited me.  Grace’s pussy was nastier then I remembered. I tried to ignore the smell as my tongue probed forward licking her shriveled up lips. I worked fast wanting to get her off as soon as possible. I attacked her clit with a vengeance sucking and pulling and grating my teeth over it. I knew how sensitive that nub was. Mine was throbbing and aching right now as the gold chain pulled down on it adding to my distress. 

My mouth was all over the old hag even though I detested her so much. It seemed I was always eating her out. How ironic considering she was recruited by the Marquis to eat me out when Dopey wasn’t available.

“Ladies, see how she feasts on my snatch. The slut has absolutely no shame. Soon she’ll have that nasty tongue of hers buried in your pussies too,” announced Grace as she grabbed me by the hair and roughly pulled my face further into her nasty pussy. 

Her pulling forced my tongue further up her fuck hole as my nose rubbed up and down against her clit. I could tell she was getting close. Her legs were shaking and her pussy was spasming.

I pulled my head back and attacked her clit, grabbing it between my teeth and pulling. This was all it took as she again grabbed my hair and ground her smelly old pussy all over my face.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh, that’s it Missy, do what you know how to do best,” she moaned as she continued to cum and spread her juices all over my face. She finally released my head. I fell back on my heels exhausted from the exertion, but me work had only just begun.

I breathed heavily as my breasts rose and fell on my chest.

She looked at me though her own lust filled eyes and sneered. 

“Here’s your bead, slut,” she said as she threw it at me. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Grace,” I managed to say as civil as I could possibly be. I didn’t want to rile her any more than necessary. I still had a long afternoon ahead of me.

“Well, girls, are you ready for Miss Slut to go to work on your pussies?”

A buzzing of approval went up from the group as I made my way down to the group of old hags sitting with their legs spread wide in anticipation.

“Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over, Missy. You don’t deserve to stand in the present of these fine ladies,” she ordered.

Why did she continue to treat me like this? I hated her so much.

I moaned as I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to the first Red Hat. 

“Oh, no one has ever done this to me before. Take it slowly. Start out by kissing my inner thigh and then work your way up to my vagina,” the old woman demanded.

Yes, it was going to be a long afternoon, but the thought of the beads I would collect appealed to the slut in me and spurred me on. I started to kiss her inner thigh and worked my way up to her shriveled lips.  

“Oh my!” she exclaimed.


THREE HOURS LATER

My jaw ached and my tongue was sore. My lips were bruised and my face and chest were covered with a strange mixture of pussy juice.  I was exhausted, but I had collected fifteen beads – only one more to go. It happened to be Madge, the woman that greeted me when I first arrived.  She had her legs wrapped around my head. She was more aggressive than I imagined she would be.

I kept telling myself that all these beads were worth it. I kept going over the math in my head. I’d be able to cum 1.6 times because of what I’d done here today. 

While I was on my knees working on Madge’s pussy, desperately trying to get her to cum, Grace came over. She started pulling on my nipples which were highly sensitive. I was so aroused after eating out all this pussy and had been on the edge for a very long time now. 

She then reached down between my legs and played with the chains attached to my labia and clit.

“You must be very hot and horny, slut,” she whispered as her tongue lashed out and probed my ear.

God, that felt good. 

“Would you like to cum, Missy? Would you like to show the ladies again what happens to you when you try to cum? I think that would be a fitting ending to our afternoon, don’t you?”

Madge was close but I stopped to turn and look at Grace. Enough was enough.

“No, I don’t think that would be fitting at all!”  I said with as much resolve as I could muster.

“Excuse me!  Well, slut girl, it really doesn’t matter what you think now, does it!” she said, raising her voice.

At that point Madge’s legs begin to buck as she neared a climax. I attacked her pussy to make sure she went over the edge. Her clit was in my mouth, and I sucked hard on it.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep doing that,” she screamed as her legs thrashed and her pussy convulsed all over my face. I licked and sucked sending her over the edge.

All the ladies now were standing and clapping. 

Madge ground her nasty pussy in my face for several minutes as I lapped up her juices.  All of a sudden, a stream of liquid gushed out of her pussy and hit me between the eyes as she screamed. Oh my God, she was a squirter!  Her pussy convulsed as she rubbed her old shriveled snatch all over my face, groaning in pleasure.

Eventually she began to settle down. She was flushed. 

“Oh my! I haven’t had a climax like that in years,” she exclaimed.

“Attention, ladies. I think we owe Missy a big thank you, don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” and other exclamations of agreement went up from the group.

“That really isn’t necessary,” I said.

“Oh yes it is, Missy. Why, after all you’ve done for us, it just wouldn’t be fair to let you go without some kind of reward for your efforts.”

“That’s alright. I have all the reward I need,” I said, holding my ground and clutching the sixteen beads I’d collected.

“Well, I don’t think it’s enough,” Grace hissed as she reached down and slapped me across the face.

“Okay, ladies, gather around,” Grace ordered.  “You two grab her arms, and you two grab her legs,” she directed.

The ladies did what they were told and before I could react I was flat on my back being held down by four of the old hags.  They were surprisingly strong for their age.

Grace got between my legs.

“Now, let’s show our appreciation to Missy. A couple of you can kiss and suck on her breasts. Others of you can fondle and kiss her anywhere you like while I work my way up her legs to that neglected little pussy of hers,” she said.

“No! No! Don’t do this. I don’t want you to,” I screamed, but they all ignored me.

God, their mouths felt good all over my body. Two ladies sucked greedily on my nipples which were so hard and sensitive. Another two were kissing and lapping at my breasts from the side while still others were kissing my neck and shoulders and ears and anywhere else they can get their mouths and tongues and hands.   

Grace by this time was licking between my pussy lips working her way up to my hard throbbing clit.  Another one of the ladies was pulling on my clit chain, moving it back and forth driving me absolutely crazy while two others had removed my boots and were sucking on my toes and kissing my feet.

“God, don’t do this. Leave that chain alone. I can’t take much more of this,” I moaned. “Please don’t do this!”

Grace laughed as she continued her journey up to my clit.

She was now blowing on my clit, driving me absolutely nuts. I thrashed my head back and forth.  

“No! No! No! Please stop!” I screamed, but they were relentless and continued to suckle my body, not knowing the excruciating pain I would soon feel. No one except Grace!

Grace looked up at the ladies sucking my nipples.

“Bite and pull on her nipples with your teeth. She loves that,” Clare ordered.

“No! No! Please don’t,” I protested halfheartedly.

“Alright, stop ladies! I guess the slut doesn’t appreciate what we’re doing for her!”

Almost instantly, the attack on my body stopped! I didn’t know what was worse – the shock that was soon to come or the highly aroused state they were leaving me in.  My clit was throbbing and aching, yearning for attention. My whole body was on fire with need.  My hips grinded and rotated, seeking contact with anything. My nipples were hard and yearning to be sucked and chewed on. Oh God, how I wanted to cum!

“Please, don’t stop,” I whimpered. 

“But I thought you wanted us to stop, Missy? You were screaming that you wanted no more,” Grace taunted me.

“No, please, don’t stop,” I said pleadingly, hoping there was one ounce of sympathy in Grace.

Grace’s face broke out in that evil grin as she said, “Well, Missy, I think you offended the ladies.  You wanted us to stop, and we have. Get up!”

I forced myself to get up, standing on wobbly legs so aroused and in need of relief.

“You can leave, now, slut,” she said.

“Please, Grace, don’t. I’m sorry. Don’t leave me like this,” I cried uncontrollably as I dropped to my knees and clung to her.

“You are so disgusting! Well, if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get,” Grace said as she took her foot and placed it between my heaving breasts and pushed me back on the floor.

“Spread those legs and beg these ladies to resume!” she hissed.

“Please, kiss me. I beg you, please! I love your kisses,” I stammered, looking pleadingly at the group of old ladies, looking for some sign of mercy.

They converged on me and took up there places. I again felt their mouths all over my body as chills ran up and down my spine. Grace once again attacked my pussy. I moaned overcome by so many sensations.

“Madge and Beatrice, bit down on those nipples. The slut loves it,” Grace ordered.

At the same Grace took my clit between her teeth and bit down. This sent me over the edge as I peaked and at the same time was hit by electrical charges to my clit and my highly sensitive nipples. My body stiffened and froze as pain coursed through every joint of my body.

My teeth chattered as my breasts flopped up and down on my chest. The ladies looked on with their mouths agape, shocked by the violent motions my body was making. They had no idea what was going on. They had no idea how much pain was racking my body as they looked on.  My body flopped up and down on the floor as my head exploded in pain. 

Grace continued to work on my clit and pussy with a vengeance. She was merciless. She wanted me to suffer. 

“Massage her breasts, ladies. Suck on her nipples. She wanted it, now she’s going to get it good,” Clare insisted.

“No! No! No! Please don’t listen to her,” I begged but the ladies trusted their president and once more slobbered all over my breasts and sucked my hard throbbing pain-filled nipples which were continually being shocked by the embedded rings. The pain in my head was too much for me to endure.  It felt like needles were being jabbed into my breasts. My legs spasmed, shooting out at odd angles.

My eyes rolled back in their sockets, and then everything went black.





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