The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 22 

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Chapter 22

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 discovered my rectum had returned to normal.  

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 tendencies 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 filled me with trepidation.  I didn’t know who else would be there or what to expect.  I was not sure of my own feelings or how I would react. 

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

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

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

I entered his quarters and assumed the position.  I expected the Marquis to be here, but the room was empty.  I stood there still accompanied by Monique when abruptly the door opened. I couldn’t see who it was. My back was to the door. Monique left immediately.

The sound of high heels told me that the person who entered wasn’t the Marquis.  Then I knew who it was as she stood in front of me.  

“Did you miss me, Gwen?” asked Maxine.

Yes, Mistress,” I answered but my facial expression told a different story.

She had the remote and unlatched my bra.  Oh God, I didn’t want her to touch me. She deceived me. I hated her so much.

She removed my bra and stared at my breasts.  She ran her index fingers around my areolas moving closer to my hardening nipples as she circled them.

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

Why do I have to play these games?  I was 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 was getting aroused by her touch.

“Oh, yes, Mistress,” I answered with an edge to my voice. I was trying so hard to mask my true feelings for her.  They could only lead to more suffering for me, but unfortunately I was so transparent.

“I hear what you’re saying, Gwen, but your tone of voice tells a different tale,” she said coldly as she took my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and began 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 increased the pressure on my nipples until I winced in pain. It wasn’t until then that she released them and focused her attention elsewhere.

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

“Fine, Mistress,” I answered 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 whispered.

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

It was starting again.  I was nursed back to health so I could once more be abused.

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

“Forgive me, Mistress. I’m sorry,” I stammered.  I would 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 traveled down my abdomen and pushed my thong aside. She slid her finger up and down my slit, stopping to squeeze my clit which was throbbing with need.  All this time she stood very close, looking me in the eye. Her lips brushed against mine. Her finger entered me and she moved it around my already wet pussy.

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

Suddenly she stopped. She again stood back and hauled off and slapped my left cheek again followed by a backhand to my right cheek. I started to cry. 

“What did I do now? All I’m doing is standing here, trying to please you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m just trying to help you, baby,” she said as her tongue entered my mouth again. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice as my tongue met hers.  Her hand once more checked out my pussy. I found myself already highly aroused. My nipples were hard and my poor was throbbing and aching with need. I hadn’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 stood back.

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

“Oh yes, mistress,” I quickly responded.

“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 went over to the table and got some rubber gloves and K-Y jelly. She put them on and stood behind me.

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

This was following by more smacks in quick succession. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Mmmmmmmmm, you like that, baby,” she asked as she rubbed my now red cheeks.

“Yes, Mistress,” I managed to say.

She laughed.  Then I felt a greased finger teasing my rosebud.

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

Then her finger was gone.

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

I immediately scrambled to my knees.

“Hands locked behind your head, Gwen. I want those tits to stand out proudly,” she ordered. “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 responded, 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 said as she stood in front of me.

This position was unbearable in five inch heels. I would much rather be on my knees, and I was sure the shrew knew it.

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

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

She moved in closer and raised her short skirt revealing her naked pussy.

“Do you appreciate me, baby?” she asked as she rubbed her clit.

“Yes, Mistress,” I again replied 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 cooed as she moved her wet pussy closer to my face.

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

“May I?” I asked mustering up all the excitement I could.

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

I resigned myself to the task at hand and ran my tongue around her clit, making sure that the stud in my tongue made contact. Then I ran my tongue up and down between Maxine’s pussy lips further arousing her. She was groaning now as her juices began to flow. I found the taste not unpleasant much to my chagrin.  I actually found myself getting more excited as I took her labia in my mouth and sucked gently on it. 

I then worked my tongue back up to her clit and took it in my mouth and began to suck. She grabbed me by the hair and ground her clit in my mouth.

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

 Her words of praise spurred me on as I worked my tongue once more down between her labia and found her opening. I worked my tongue into her fuck hole as she pulled on my hair, encouraging me to go deeper.

I continued to work my tongue in and out of Maxine as she ground her pussy into my face. My nose was pressed up against her clit, and she moved back and forth using my nose to stimulate it.  My own clit was throbbing and aching for attention, but received none. Nevertheless I was so turned on by now that I went crazy devouring her sweet-tasting pussy.

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

My tongue and mouth were everywhere as I consumed her pussy. Then suddenly she screamed as the orgasm hit her, and she held my head, burying my face in her pussy as she creamed all over it.

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

Many minutes passed before she released me. I was panting and out of breath. My legs hurt and were beginning to cramp. She was also panting but for a different reason.

“That was wonderful, baby. Now clean up your mess,” she ordered as she offered me her messy pussy to clean up with my tongue. I cleaned her thoroughly, lapping in her sweet nectar. The task was not unpleasant, but I resented the fact that she was satisfied and I was not.  

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

Maxine kissed me, running her tongue all over my lips. She then put my bra back on, but before clasping it, leaned over and sucked on my nipples, further arousing me.  Finally she leaned in close to my ear as she ran her finger around my hard, aching clit and said, “Thank you.”

With that said, she left.

I stood there with my hands locked behind my head fully aroused and desperately needing to cum.  All the old frustrations came flooding back and further amplified my need for an orgasm.  Oh God, I would do anything to be allowed to cum. Oh no, what was I saying. It was those kinds of thoughts that got me in trouble in the first place.

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

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

“Hello, Gwen,” he said.

I refused to answer him. He was just a pawn of the Marquis’s; he had no power over me. The look on my face must have told him worlds.

I could see the anger well up in him as he stood there. His right hand clenched into a fist, and he had all he could do to control himself. What a wimp! I couldn’t help but smile.

WHOMP! 

I doubled over in pain. I couldn’t believe he did that to me. He had no right! He punched me in the stomach! He actually hauled off and hit me!

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

I couldn’t believe this was happening. What choice did I have but to obey? I stood and locked my hands behind my neck wincing in pain. Thankfully I was 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 said accusingly to me. “You let a cock 4 inches in diameter rip into you. What a slut!”

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

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

John hauled off and slapped me across the face, and then did it a second time for good measure.

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

“The Marquis will hear about this!” I said 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 taunted me.

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

He even had the remote as he pushed a button that unclasped my bra.  Oh no, I didn’t want him to touch me. The thought disgusted me so much.

He took my bra off and then started to tease my nipples. He held them between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them back and forth.  They grew 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 whimpered. “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! You’re so fucking stupid and gullible.”

He was wrong. I never asked for any of this. I did what I did to survive. How could he say these things to me?

He squeezed my breasts, concentrating on the nipples which were rock hard. His right hand worked its way down to my clit and gently squeezed it. Chills ran up and down my spine. It felt so good. He lightly kissed my neck and worked 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 continued.

“No! No! It isn’t true,” I stammered. “I hate you!”

“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 berated me.

“Leave me alone,” I cried.

“You don’t really want me to leave you alone, do you?” he taunted me as his finger slipped down to my pussy. He removed the chains in the rings and parted my pussy lips. One finger then entered my sopping wet pussy which hadn’t had any attention in two weeks.

I couldn’t answer him. Deep down I knew I didn’t want him to stop, but on the other hand, I knew if he continued, I’d be shocked.  The nipple and clit rings wouldn’t allow me to cum. Not to mention the fact that he disgusted me.

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

“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 whispered in my ear as a second finger joined his first in my sopping wet pussy.

Could it be possible? Would the Marquis do that? No, it was a trick! He was just taking advantage of me and my situation.

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

John took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, sending chills throughout my body. He captured my large stiff nipple between his teeth and pulled. I went 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 said as he took my other nipple in his mouth, driving me absolutely wild.

The Marquis might do something like that, but I doubted it. I found it hard to think straight. I was so turned on by this bastard that I hated so much, but I was also suspicious. I had been duped too many times lately.

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

“I don’t know!” I cried in anguish. 

John withdrew his fingers from my pussy, leaving a void, an emptiness inside me, and backed 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 stared walking toward the door.

“Wait,” I called 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 was lying? What should I do? 

“Please, don’t go!” I said, making a rash decision to trust him. I only hoped that I made the right decision.

John turned and walked back to me. He looked so concerned and serious.  He leaned in and kissed 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 whispered in my ear.

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

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

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

“We’ll see if you’re up to it,” he said as he reared back and smacked my left breast. It was a stinging blow that caught me off guard. This was immediately followed by a smack to my right breast. I groaned in agony.

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

Was this really necessary? I knew it must be realistic, but that hurt. I arched my back, offering my tits to be further abused.

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

Six more blows landed on my breasts, knocking them into each other. My breasts were now red and sore. It almost appeared as if he was enjoying himself.  He then grabbed my nipples and squeezed them hard, twisting them to the right and left. 

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

“You deserve it, slut,” he retorted.

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

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

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

John backed off and took off his clothes. He stood before me nude. While looking me up and down, he started to stroke his cock. It grew as I looked on.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I dropped to my knees as he approached and placed his cock on my lower lip.

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

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

“Lick it,” he ordered.

I licked his cock from his balls to the head in long strokes as I watched him. I continued to do this until told otherwise. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying himself.

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

Did he have to be so insulting? I know he had a role to play, but he was getting carried away with it. I sucked on the head of his cock and worked it deep into my mouth. It then entered my throat, and I easily took it all the way down. I had deep throated cocks much larger than his.

John grabbed me by the hair and started fucking my mouth with his cock.  He was very rough, much rougher than he had to be.  My nose was buried in his pubic hair, and then he pulled his cock almost all the way out of my mouth and rammed it back in, crushing my nose in his pubs again. He continued to do this for some time obviously enjoying himself.

Finally he withdrew from my mouth and went over to the cabinet and retrieved something.  It was a large black cock with ridges on it. He also had a tube of K-Y jelly which he applied to the black dildo.

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

“Yes,” I replied.

“Yes, sir,” he corrected me.

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

“Yes, I’m sure you have. Well, this one is only nine inches long and two inches in diameter.  Do you know what to do with it?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I answered. I was not sure where this was all going. He didn’t say anything about toys, but if I could cum, I didn’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 laughed.

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

He took the dildo and screwed it into a post that stood 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 fuck you!

This was not at all what I bargained for. I was beginning to feel that I may have made a mistake.  As he led me over to the pole, he whispered, “Sorry, Gwen, I have a script to follow.”

Well, at least I knew he was only doing as the Marquis had ordered. I straddled the pole and raised myself up so that my anus rested on the tip of the dildo. This brought back bad memories of another time. Only that time it was an impossibly massive cock.

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

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

“Aaaaggghhhh,” I screamed.

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

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

I lowered myself faster on the dildo, trying to ward off any more blows from the strap. Suddenly pain exploded on my right cheek and then my left.  I began to cry. The pain was too much, but I kept working the large black dildo up my ass.

Around five inches was buried in me. I felt full, but I was also aroused by the anal invader.  My clit was so hard and throbbing. I couldn’t wait to be fucked and finally allowed to cum. The pain would be worth it. It had been so long since an orgasm roared through my body.

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

My mouth dropped open in disbelief, and I let out a silent scream. The pain was excruciating, and as I looked on in horror, he brought his arm back again and then forward, landing a blow directly on my right nipple. I twisted back and forth in sheer agony. My breasts were on fire. They slapped back and forth, smacking into each other as I tried to deal with the pain. 

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

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

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

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

“Faster, slut,” he commanded as he lashed out and hit me on the ass with the strap.

I moved faster, trying to avoid any further abuse.  Oh God, how I must look, moving my ass up and down on a black dildo that was 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 ordered as he came over and unscrewed the dildo from the pole while it was still in me.  

“Stand up,” he ordered as he cinched a black belt around my waist. He then took another strap and attached it to the back of the belt and brought it up between my legs. The front of this belt had a slit so that my pussy was accessible. He attached the other end of the strap to the front of the belt with some effort, which now securely hold the dildo buried deep up my ass in place.  I felt so full.

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

I didn’t know what to believe. I stood there before him. He caressed my breasts and kissed my nipples, taking them in his mouth to suck delicately. As he did this, his hand found my clit which he rubbed and squeezed gently. I was getting aroused so quickly. I needed desperately to cum. 

He took me in his arms and buried his tongue in my mouth. I responded as our tongues intertwine. 

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

I didn’t believe it. I was never allowed to use my hands. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him passionately. He was right. I would be able to cum. I could sense it. Why did I doubt him?

He then took me over to a long bench and lay down on it. 

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

This was amazing. This was like a dream come true. I straddled John’s legs and guided his beautiful cock towards my pussy. I ran the head of his cock up and down my slit. I then rubbed his cock all over my large throbbing clit. This sent chills up and down my spine. I needed this so badly!

“Oh yes!” I moaned.

John lay back and let me control the action. He had a smile on his face as I buried the head of his cock in my pussy.  It was so much tighter with that dildo buried up my ass. I lowered myself taking more and more of him inside of me.

“God, you feel so good,” I moaned.

As I rode his cock, I squeezed my breasts and tugged on my nipples. Oh, it felt so good. I leaned over and John took a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. He then sucked on the other one. This drove me wild, and I rode him faster and faster.

I then sat up and rode him like a bucking bronco. I was so hot. Chills ran up and down my spine as I approached a mind-blowing climax.  Oh God, yes, he felt so good as I dropped myself back down on his hard cock. My breasts flopped wildly on my chest as I rode John’s cock faster and faster.  

I was so close. I was going to enjoy this so much, and then I was going to suck his cock until it was hard again and ride him to another orgasm.  I reached down and rubbed my clit. Oh God, yes, that felt so good. I rubbed harder and then pinched my clit which sent me over the….

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

My mouth dropped open as I look down at John incredulously. I had been duped. He was smiling. He knew. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked around me and saw the cameramen recording everything. 

John grabbed my hips as he slammed his cock into me.  I tried to push his hands away but my arms were grabbed from behind and immobilized.  He continued to pump into me as my tits continued to dance from the now intermittent shocks being administered to them. My head hurt so badly.

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

As I looked down at the bastard with pain-filled eyes, he said, “You are such a dumb bitch. Did you really think I was going to let you cum? How could you trust me after what I did to you, you stupid slut. You’re not done until I cum.”

Oh God, no.  I can’t do this.

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

She then came around and fondled my breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth to suckle. 

“No, don’t do that,” I screamed as my nipple was hit with another jolt of electricity. She did the same to my other nipple.

John pumped faster and faster. He was quickly approaching a climax, the bastard. He reached down and squeezed my clit, and in spite of myself, I was getting aroused. I met his thrusts, and as he came in my pussy, my clit exploded in pain as electricity flowed through it. I bucked up and down on his cock like a rag doll as the electricity continued to flow.  And then everything went black.
……………………………….


My head hurt. I don’t know what happened. The last thing I remember was 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 were so heavy. I opened my eyes and screamed. 

“Nooooooooooooooooooo!”

They were all here, gawking at me as I hung from the ceiling by a chain.  I was so embarrassed. I broke down and cry.

“Poor, poor, Gwen. When will you learn?  Did you really think you would be allowed to cum?” asked the Marquis.

I just looked back at him. I must look pathetic. My body ached and my head hurt so badly. I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die. 

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

“I’m sorry, sir,” I muttered.  What could I say? I had no defense.

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

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

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

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

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

“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 said, resigned to whatever fate awaited 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 replied with my head bowed.

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

“Yes, sir,” I answered.

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

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

“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 asked.

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

“And why is that?” asked the Marquis.

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

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

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

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

“Grab your tits,” he suddenly ordered after releasing my arms from the overhead chain.

I cupped my large breasts with my hands.

“Take your nipples between your thumb and forefinger.”

I captured my nipples between my fingers. This was the second time today I touched myself.

“Squeeze your nipples,” he commanded.

I squeezed my nipples as ordered.

“Harder!”

I applied more pressure as pain shot through my nubs.

“Harder!”

I squeezed harder wincing in pain.

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

I pulled my nipples out elongating my breasts as I applied more pressure, squeezing my nipples unmercifully.

“Now squeeze them using your nails!”

My nails bit into my nipples as I continued to pull, but something else was happening. As my nails dug in, my clit began to throb and my pussy tingled as I was getting wetter.

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

“Yes, sir,” I answered.

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

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

Maxine walked over and watched. My lust filled eyes gazed upon her. Just looking at her got me hotter. I would love to bury my tongue in her pussy and smear her juices all over my face. What was happening to me?   Why was I thinking like this?

“May I help, Marquis?” asked Maxine, obviously aroused by what I was doing to myself.

“By all means,” he answered.

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

“Thank you, mistress,” I said meekly.

Maxine grabbed my nipples and twisted them viciously with a sneer on her face. My mouth opened but no sound came out as pain shot through my tits. My hips started to rotate involuntarily as my pussy got wetter.

“Harder,” I whispered.

She abruptly stopped squeezing and reared back and slapped me across the face.  The return backhand sent my head reeling.

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

“I don’t know,” I blubbered.

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

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

“I’m sorry,” I mummered.

“You’re not sorry; you’re pathetic,” she said as she smacked my left tit. “Is this what you want, slut?” she taunted me as a blow landed on my right tit.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I cried uncontrollably but, at the same time, I thrusted out my chest to receive the vicious blows that Maxine was delivering to my breasts.  

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

My breasts were turning red as they knocked into each other with each successive slap they received from Maxine, but I was still getting aroused and found I didn’t resent her for what she was doing to me. I wanted it.

Then she stopped. Her hands came up and rubbed my breasts which were now red and very warm to the touch. Chills ran up and down my spine at her touch.

“Do they hurt, baby,” she whispered in my ear as her tongue circled my ear lob and then dove into my ear. 

“Yes, mistress.”

She continued to gently rub my breasts as her mouth worked its way down my neck and over the top of my heaving breasts. She was driving me crazy as the Marquis stood by and watched amused.  Maxine lingered between my cleavage, running her tongue up and down it as she gently tugged on my throbbing nipples. My pussy itched, begging to be filled. 

Her lips traveled over to my right nipple and licked and sucked on it. Oh my God, how much of this could I take.

John walked over and stood by the Marquis.  The Marquis whispered in his ear, and John walked behind me. He smacked my left cheek and then the right.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

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

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The blows to my ass continued and got harder.  My body was now being worked into a frenzy by both of them.

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

“Oh yes, sir,“ I gasped.

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

“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 continued to deliver whacks to my now red ass. My clit stood 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!” said the Marquis.

“Then I want it too!”  I found myself saying, and I meant it.

“Really!”

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

“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 ordered.

Maxine and John were working me into a frenzy.  Maxine had 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 could feel her hot breath on my clit. If only she would take it in her mouth and suck on it. 

John had stopped smacking my now red ass and was rubbing my warm cheeks. I could feel the coolness of his hands. Now he was on his knees behind me, and his lips caressed my ass, lavishing kisses upon me.

They were driving me crazy. I was so fucking aroused. I wanted to cum, but more than that I wanted to get shocked for the Marquis. I wanted to make him happy and proud of me.  I let myself go and gave in to these feelings. I knew I couldn’t hold back if I was to sustain the shocks soon to be delivered to my system.

My hips rotated as Maxine got closer to my clit. I would love to grab her head and bury it in my hot pussy, but I knew I would be punished for doing that.  John’s tongue was now in the crack of my ass further enflaming me.

Maxine made her move and took my clit in her mouth and sucked. This was too much for me to bear as I reached my peak and…..

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

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

“Oh yes, eat me,” I screamed.

Maxine immediately moved her tongue between my labia and dove into my sopping wet pussy.  John continued to assault my ass with his tongue, finding my rosebud and pushing against it. I ground my pussy into Maxine’s face as the jolts to my system continued. I didn’t care. It was what he wants, and I wanted it to.  

I was getting more aroused with each passing moment in spite of the shocks to my system. My clit was not receiving any electrical charges at this time, only my nipples as my breasts danced on my chest.  I looked down amazed as they took on a life of their own, dancing on my chest. Milk began to leak out of my nipples and run down my belly.

The Marquis was mesmerized as he stood in front to me and placed his hands on the sides of my quivering breasts.  The sight of them oozing milk was obviously pleasing to him. He looked at me and my lust filled eyes gazed back at him. He took my nipples between his fingers and squeezed them gently.  More milk flowed. This aroused me even more and triggered another wave of electrical charges to my nipples. I shook uncontrollably as my teeth rattled in my head.

The Marquis took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily, drinking down the sweet nectar.  He did the same to my right. It felt so fucking good. I was having a hard time distinguishing pleasure from pain.  And then with the next wave of shocks, I could bear it no more and everything went black as my pussy spasmed and searing pain filled my head.

