The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 26 

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Chapter 26

One Week Later

I haven’t seen the Marquis since my return. I imagine he isn’t really pleased with me.
Upon my return, Monique and Evelyn were waiting, and I was immediately taken to my chambers and bathed. They had so many questions. They seemed to be fascinated by the idea of me being gangbanged by six blacks.  It appears that it was no secret what happened to me.

Every bone in my body ached, and I was allowed to soak for a long time. The massage therapist then gave me a thorough rub down which lasted for well over an hour. I think I dozed off during therapy. Dr. Shakiro also stopped in to make sure there was no physical damage. Blood tests were ordered.  The wound to my breast was superficial. No worse than a minor cut or abrasion.  Thank God Steve intervened when he did or I might be telling a different tale today.

I was allowed to sleep most of the day except when Claire came in to milk me.  It took a good three days before I fully recovered.

Other than that, my life has returned to normal. The morning walks, the aerobic workout, the scheduled milkings, everything is as it was. My new jewelry was even returned to me. It has become a permanent part of my attire, constantly pulling on my clit and labia as a reminder of what a slut I am.

I sat in my chambers reading The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty highly aroused with my clit throbbing and hard, desperately wanting attention. But like before I was not allowed to touch myself or allowed to have any sexual gratification except at the whim of the Marquis.  This was much different than the night I spent with the black convicts.

One time this week in my boldness, I rubbed my clit just to appease the throbbing and constant aching. My transgression was immediately discovered. Now, whenever I am alone, I have to wear a belt with my wrists attached to my sides to prevent me from attempting to stimulate myself again. My books are placed on a stand, and I have a difficult time turning pages. No one appears to have any sympathy for my plight.

I often think of that night with the six black convicts.  I can remember how fucking hot I got as I orgasmed again and again and again. How much time will pass before I’m allowed another orgasm? It had now been a week. 

In the middle of my reverie, the door opened. It was the Marquis. I was caught off guard, not expecting to see him today. Usually I’m the one who goes to him.

I immediately stood and spread my legs. The gold chains attached to my labia and clit pulled down on my overly sensitive genitals. Of course, I was unable to move my hands which were attached to the belt around my waist.

“Well, Gwen, it looks as if you’ve recovered from your little adventure.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” the Marquis asked.

“It was alright, sir,” I answered.

“Just alright?”

“Yes, sir,” I responded, feeling rather uneasy.

“It looked to me as if you enjoyed yourself very much. Well, except for your last fuck with Willie,” he stated.

His man Steve must have reported back to him on the events of that night. I was embarrassed. I acted like such a slut.

“It was alright,” I answered.

“I would say by the look on your face that it was more than alright.  You had the look of a wanton slut,” he remarked.

“I don’t understand. The look on my face?” I asked.

The Marquis chuckled. 

“You underestimate me again, Gwen. Who arranged this little scenario?” he asked.

“You did, sir,” I answered.

“Correct, and who arranged for a hide out?” he asked.

“You did, sir,” I answered.

“Correct again. You’re a very smart young lady,” he added.

“Thank you, sir,” I answered, wondering where this was all leading.

“You’ve probably guessed by now that the barn belongs to me,” he added.

I think I now knew where this was going, and I think I know why he could convey such intimate details.

“Yes, sir,” I answered weakly.

“And by now you have probably surmised that there were cameras on you the whole time,” he said.

“Yes,” I said, hanging my head.

“Remember, I have some of the very best tech people in the country working for me. There were, in fact, a total of twelve cameras that caught the action from every angle.  All of those cameras supplied a direct feed back here to my estate so that I could observe everything as it happened. I had a live broadcast!”

Oh my God, he had to be kidding.  He watched as I let those men use me in every way possible?

“You kept me up quite late, Gwen. You have given new meaning to the word slut. You were insatiable.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered, as I hung my head feeling so embarrassed.

The Marquis ran his index finger around my left areola, sending shivers up and down my spine.  He then centered his attention on my right nipple.  My clit was so hard and sticking straight out. 

“Does this arouse you, Gwen? Is my little slut hot again?” he taunted.

“It’s not my fault I’m like this,” I cried.

“Why are you crying? There’s nothing to be upset about! You are a slut! Be proud of it! The bigger the slut you are, the better I like it!” he said.

He moved his hand downward towards my huge throbbing clit. I was so wet. He pulled on the chain, stretching my clit and at the same time causing me to go weak in the knees. 

“Look at me, Gwen!” he ordered.

I raised my head and looked at him, my eyes glazed, filled with lust.

“Now, tell me, how you felt being ravaged by six rough black men?” he asked while still teasing my clit and fingering my pussy.

“I was excited! The thought of what they were going to do to me got me so turned on,” I said, licking my lips.  “I loved their cocks and couldn’t get enough of them. All I wanted to do was cum and cum and cum some more, and I did. I didn’t care how they used me as long as I was allowed to cum.”

“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear! I want you to be honest with me. You’re a slut, but I want you to always be an honest slut.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What are you, Gwen?”

“I’m a slut!”

“Yes, you are a slut!  Your prime objectives in life are to first please me and secondly to be a slut! When you are hot and horny and your pussy is dripping and your clit is throbbing, that is nothing more than the slut in you coming out! Don’t fight it! Give in to those feelings at all times!”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned as I moved my hips from the attention my pussy was still receiving from the Marquis. 

“But just because you’re a slut, doesn’t mean you’ll always be allowed to cum. Denying yourself, makes you a better slut and more aware of your own sensuality.”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned.

“A slut is defined as “a person who routinely engages in casual sex with a number of partners with whom they have little or no emotional investment.” I’ve forced you to do just that because being a “slut” is a form of self-actualization, a way for you to fulfill your potential,” he explained.

“Yes, sir,” I answered not quite sure what he meant; only knowing that his manipulation of my pussy had me on the verge of a climax.

“If you find yourself getting too aroused and close to a climax, then you need to let me know or whoever is in charge of you at the time know so that they can help you avoid being shocked by your clit rings,” he explained.

“Yes, sir,” I moaned louder, getting more aroused by the minute as the Marquis spoke to me.  “I’m very close right now, sir.”

The Marquis withdrew his hand as my hips moved, seeking out his fingers which were driving me crazy.

“Don’t stop, sir,” I moaned loudly as I licked my lips, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“I must, Gwen, you are too close by your own admission,” he said.

“Pease let me cum,” I begged.

Squat down and keep your legs apart. That will help relieve the itch in your pussy. I did allow you to cum many times at the hands of those convicts, but that time has now passed. You must go through another period of abstinence before you’re allowed to cum again. But rest assured that the time will come when you will cum again,” he said.

I squatted, spreading my legs trying to balance myself on my five inch heels. My pussy was a raging inferno with my clit throbbing and aching with need.  The Marquis removed his pants, exposing his now hard cock. I stared at it licking my lips. All kinds of thoughts flooded my mind as I wished he would thrust his cock in my pussy and put out the fire.

“Gwen, you may suck my cock as I explain to you what has transpired over the past week.”

I moved my head forward and took his cock into my mouth, sucking greedily. The chains dangled between my legs pulling on my clit and labia, adding fuel to the inferno raging within.

“Well, first of all, your first movie was a resounding success.  My select clientele raved about it and can’t wait for more. Needless to say, your first movie was quite profitable for me. I have grossed well over ten million on the first release of a limited edition.”

I continued to suck on the Marquis’s cock, taking him deeper into my throat as he continued to speak.

“You are a star and there are many out there who can’t wait to meet you, Gwen.  You have gained fame and notoriety.  Therefore, I have arranged for a little get together here at the mansion next month where you will be the guest of honor. It will be a gala event. Think of it as your coming out party! Of course, all the guests will be your fans who have purchased your movie and want to see you in action.”

I found it hard to believe that I had gained such fame and notoriety from this movie. I was also somewhat concerned about what I might have to do at this event. Actually, the thought of what he might have me do got me wetter. I was so aroused.  I had established a rhythm and was now taking him deep into my throat effortlessly.

“I know one concern you have is being able to cum, and I think I may have come up with a solution for this event anyway. Mmmmmmmm, speaking of cumming. I’m very close.”

The Marquis grabbed my head and thrusted deeply into my throat. He then took his cock out of my mouth and ordered me to suck and nibble on the head of his cock.  Suddenly my mouth was filled with warm cum which I greedily swallowed. I then sucked him dry, wishing there was more.

The Marquis dressed.

“Stand up, Gwen,” he ordered.

He ran his fingers over my clit and trailed his fingers down between my labia.

“You’re still quite wet, Gwen. I guess that squatting didn’t help very much, did it?”

“No, sir,” I answered.

“Would you like to hear my proposition, Gwen? I think it might appeal to you.”

“Oh yes, sir, please.”

“Well, it would be rather tacky to hold an event in your honor and not even allow you to cum. Therefore, I’ve come up with a plan that will allow you to earn the right to cum at this event.  Actually, you might be allowed to cum many times. That’s entirely up to you,” he explained.

“How can I do that, sir?” I asked, feeling the heat building in my loins at the thought of cumming.  

“It’s quite simple. Between now and the time of this event, for every ten times you bring someone else to a climax, you will be allowed to cum once. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I think so, sir.”

“Good, so if you were to make 30 people cum between now and the event, how many times would you be allowed to cum?” he asked.

“Three, sir,” I answered.

“Correct, and you are already on your way to your first climax because you just made me cum. Nine more climaxes by anyone in the household and you have earned the right to cum.”

“Oh, thank you, sir,” I answered.

“Thank you, Gwen. Everyone in the manor will be aware of what you’re trying to do and will assist you in any way possible.  After all, you are a slut and what better way to prove it and live up to your reputation then by acting like the wanton slut that you are.”

The Marquis ran his fingers around my nipples further stimulating them. I breathed heavily as he got me further aroused by his manipulations.  

“You’re a sex machine, Gwen, and now you know how you can earn the right to cum.”

“Oh yes, sir,” I moaned.

“Good, then I’ll leave you to your reading unless you have any further questions,” said the Marquis obviously in good spirits.

“Thank you, sir,” I answered.

The Marquis walked towards the door and then suddenly turned.

“By the way Gwen, how did you like The Story of O?”

“Oh I loved it, sir. I was so wet while reading it,” I answered excitedly.

“Do you think some day you could be as obedient as O?” he asked.

“Oh yes, sir, I know I could.”

“Here’s a question I would like you to consider, but not to answer at this time.  What if it was I instead of Willie who asked you to drive that knife into your breast? Would you do it?”

With that said, he immediately left.

Could I be that obedient to him? Would I be willing to inflict that kind of pain on myself willingly? I honestly didn’t know.  I pierced my breast that night in hopes of avoiding further harm. I knew Willie wouldn’t hesitate to cut me. Would I do it willingly for the Marquis? Was I that devoted to him? Only time would tell.

While I was lost in thought, Claire entered for my afternoon milking. She released my hands from the leather belt which was a relief. 

“Hello, Gwen, you seem to be recovering nicely.  My your breasts are quite full this afternoon. Do they ache, baby?” she asked as she pulled on my nipples.

I was so fucking aroused. How could I go a month without cumming? This was insane. This slut wanted to cum now.

Claire went about her business attaching the machine to my breasts. She then turned the machine on which immediately came to life and started sucking the precious milk out of my breasts. Even this aroused me. 

This would be a perfect opportunity to make Claire cum. That would be one climax closer to me earning my first climax for the gala event, but she didn’t seem interested. I was sure she’d heard by now. Usually she was so anxious for me to get her off.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Claire?”

“No, not really, Gwen. I’m fine. I’m kinda tired today. I had a late night last night.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

There was a long silence as the machine continued to drain the milk from my breasts.

“Why is there something I can do for you, Gwen?” she asked.

“Well, no, but I thought I might be able to do something for you,” I answered.

“Now that’s a switch. You’ve never offered to do anything before. Why the change in heart now?” Claire asked.

“I thought you knew about the incentive program the Marquis set up for me.”
 
“Oh, I do, Gwen.  Is there something you want?  All you have to do is ask.”  Claire smiled as she pulled on the chain attached to my clit.

Nothing was easy. She was going to make me beg her to let me make her cum. 

“I thought you might want me to make you cum,”

“And how will you do that?”

“I could eat your pussy, Claire.”

“Would you like to eat my pussy, baby?”

“Oh yes, Claire. I love eating your pussy.”

“Do you think my pussy is pretty?”

“Your pussy is very pretty.”

“Well, after you’re done milking, if I’m up to it, I’ll sit on your face and let you eat me out.”

“Thank you, Claire.”

You’re welcome, baby,” she said as she continued to manipulate the chains attached to my clit and labia. This only served to further arouse me. I was so horny. I wanted to cum now, not a month from now.

My breasts were finally drained, and Claire released my breasts from the suction cups and took care of the machine.

“Should I lie down on the floor?” I asked, excited at the prospect of eating Claire out and getting one climax closer to one of my own.

“Only under one condition, Gwen,” she said as she kissed my lips and ran her tongue all around them.

“What’s that, Claire?”

“Well, if you want to make me cum, you have to put this in your pussy first, baby,” she said as she reached in the cart and pulled out a huge dildo.

My jaw dropped open as I gazed upon the length and girth of that artificial phallus.  

“Don’t look so shocked, Gwen.  It’s not really all that large. It’s only eight inches long and three inches in diameter.”

I didn’t know what to think. I was not sure this was something that the Marquis would approve, but he did say I was subservient to everyone in his household.

“Are you ordering me to put that in my pussy?” I asked.

“Of course not, baby, I would never order you to do something like that. It’s your decision.”

“The Marquis might not approve,” I stammered.

“It’s a choice you have to make. All I know is that if you don’t put this nice fat dildo in your tight little pussy, you’re not going to get anywhere near my pussy,” she said, smiling at me.

“Claire, you know how highly aroused I am. That thing will bring me close to a climax and then I’ll get the shit shocked out of me,” I complained.

“Gwen, you underestimate your abilities. All you have to do is get me off before you cum and it’s all over. The nasty dildo is turned off and removed from your cunt,” she said.

“Turned off?” I asked incredulously.

“Of yes, didn’t I tell you this is a vibrating and rotating dildo? Silly me,” she laughed.

I stood there debating whether it was worth the effort.  Claire was a sadistic bitch. She had the upper hand. God, the Marquis made it so difficult – ten climaxes for me to earn just one!  

“Well, I guess you’re not interested,” said Claire as she wheeled the cart towards the door.

“Wait!”

“Yes?”

“I’ll do it,” I answered.

“That’s my baby. You won’t regret it. Think of it as a contest. You against the dildo,” she said as she walked over to me and handed me the large phallus.  “I won’t activate it until it’s fully inserted and you are licking my pussy. I want to be fair to you, Gwen.”

I sat on the edge of the couch and lowered the monster phallus towards my pussy.  My pussy was sopping wet and it was easy for me to get the head of the dildo in. I began to work it in slowly trying not to get too aroused as I did so. How do you prevent yourself from getting aroused when you’re burying an eight inch dildo up your pussy?  My clit was already throbbing and aching. 

Claire stood by and watched me as her dildo disappeared from sight. She stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders as I worked the dildo further in. 

“You’re doing great, baby,” she whispered in my ear. She then trailed kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. God, I wish she wouldn’t do that.

Five minutes later and it was fully inserted. I felt so full and so fucking horny.

Claire smiled at me. 

“Lie down on the floor, baby.”

I carefully laid down, and then Claire lowered her now bare pussy over my face. My tongue immediately went to work licking and sucking on her pussy lips.  She was dry, and I knew I had a head start on her. There was no way I could get her to climax before I peaked.  Suddenly the monster phallus came alive in my pussy, vibrating and churning. God, it felt so good. Under different circumstances I would welcome such a large intruder.

I attacked Claire’s pussy with passion, sucking and nibbling on her clit. Her juices were flowing, and I could now taste her sweet nectar.  I needed to get her excited as quickly as possible. She ground her hips, rubbing her pussy all over my face. My lips were everywhere as I devoured her cunt. My tongue snaked down and entered her fuck hole, twirling around inside of her exciting her even more.  My nose now brushed up against her clit further exciting her as she ground her hips with urgency.  I could hear her muffled moans as she got more and more aroused.

My pussy was on fire, but I was beginning to think that I might win the battle. I might be able to get her to cum before I went over the edge.  

I could tell she was close as her groans got louder, and she bucked up and down on my face with urgency. 

But the phallus buried in my pussy was driving me closer and closer to that point of no return. I concentrated, trying to hold off. Suddenly, Claire got up, turned around, and lowered her pussy back down over my face. She then leaned over and took my clit in her mouth and sucked.

“No!” I screamed as she drove me over the edge and my body was riddled with shocks to my nipples and clit. I convulsed under her as the shocks increased in intensity.

“Hurry up, Gwen, get me off, so the shocks will stop.”

I continued to lap away at her pussy, trying to drive her over the edge, but she now sat up smothering my face with her hot cunt and took my right nipple in her mouth and sucked on it. The shocks continued to riddle my poor abused body when suddenly Claire screamed. She cut off my air by bearing down on my face and grinding her pussy all over it.

Mercifully, she turned off the vibrator and several minutes later rolled over to the side.

She betrayed me. I was still convulsing as she removed the dildo from my pussy.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I never intended to do that, but you got me so aroused. I looked down and saw that large beautiful clit just throbbing and in such need. You were doing such wonderful things to me that I just couldn’t resist. I had to take it in my mouth and suck on it. Forgive me.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to believe.  All I knew was that I was highly aroused and frustrated. The only consolation was that I now had two climaxes towards the ten I needed.

I get up and sat on the couch. Claire fitted the leather belt to my waist and attached my wrists to my sides. She then left without saying another word.

I sat there and cried in frustration.   





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