The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 31 

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Chapter 31

My head felt like it was going to explode! Where was I? My eyes began to focus, and I saw that I was in my own chambers, in my own bed. The last thing I remember was the pain and the lust burning within my loins. Gino was speaking but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. It was like a silent movie. He was smiling, his lips were moving, but no sound came out – only the ringing in my ears. 

Flashes of those last conscious moments came back to me in fragments. The intense pain – the equally intense pleasure – my throbbing clit – the old men taking pictures – cum spurting all over my tits.  

I looked down and saw that my tits still rested proudly on my chest. I couldn’t see any outward physical damage but they ached so much.

At that moment Dom entered the room.

“Well, I see you’re awake. How do you feel, honey?” she asked.

“Like shit,” I answered, trying to smile.

“You had a rough night!”

“The last thing I remember is seeing you walking toward me,” I remarked.

“Yes, they had me in a back room with close circuit television. I saw the whole thing. I love the way you say tits.  You were so fucking hot and sexy, but things were getting out of hand. I was afraid Gino was going to push you over the edge. I brought things abruptly to an end, but you had passed out by then,” Dom explained.

“You saw everything?” I asked.

“Oh yes, the Marquis has everything on video. That’s part of the arrangement. He loans you out but he has exclusive video rights,” Dom said.

I should have known, but I didn’t care.  What difference did it make? 

“God, I came four times just watching you in action. You are so fucking hot!” Dom exclaimed.

“Thank you, Dom,” I answered, feeling my pussy throbbing.

“Dr. Shakiro will be here soon to examine you. Of course, the Marquis wants to be sure there are no ill effects from your night with the boys,” Dom smiled as she headed for the door.

I didn’t even know what time it was. God, I just felt like laying here forever.

The door opened and Nurse Jones entered. Oh no, not her.

“Good morning, Gwen.”

“Good morning,” I answered, trying to hide my disappointment. I didn’t need this right now.

“The doctor will be here shortly to exam you. He sent me ahead to see how you are feeling and to check your vital signs,” the bimbo said sweetly.

She then took out a stethoscope and placed it on my chest.

“Breathe in. That’s good. Now breathe out!”

She spent an inordinate amount of time moving her stethoscope all over my tits and making me take deep breaths.

She then started to squeeze my tits. I think she was enjoying this way too much.

“Do your breasts hurt, Gwen,” she asked.

“My tits ache somewhat, but they don’t hurt when you squeeze them.”

“That’s good. It’s probably just an after effect from the electrical shocks to your system.”

No shit, Sherlock. I was really not in the mood for this right now. My head was busting.

“OK, please turn over. I need to take your temperature, Gwen.”

“Why can’t you take it orally,” I asked.

“The doctor insists on rectal readings. They’re more accurate. Please turn over,” she insisted.

I reluctantly turned over, showing her that I was not in the least bit happy about this. She put on a pair of latex gloves and then dipped the rectal thermometer in Vaseline before inserting it in my rectum.

“This will only take a couple of minutes, and then I’ll do an internal,” she commented.

“An internal?” I asked incredulously.

“Oh yes, the doctor wants to be sure there is no internal damage to your rectum and anal canal. After all, it did get quite a bit of attention last night.”

Nurse Jones removed the rectal thermometer and announced that my temperature was normal. I already knew that.

“Alright, please raise your buttocks up so I can better access your rectum,” she said.

I raised my ass as she coated her gloved fingers with Vaseline. She first inserted one finger in my rectum and probed around.

“Your interior and exterior sphincter muscles appear to be in tact,” she announced.  I’ll need to insert several fingers in order to probe the interior walls of your rectum. This might be a little uncomfortable,” she said.

The bimbo was enjoying this way too much. My head still hurt, and now I had this bitch forcing her fingers up my ass.  To make matters worse, my nipples were getting aroused by the contact with my sheets. I absentmindedly found myself rubbing them back and forth on the sheets as she inserted a second finger up my ass.

“So far everything appears to be normal. I can’t feel any lacerations in your lower rectum. I’ll have to insert several more fingers in order to reach your upper rectum, but better to be safe than sorry,” she laughed.

The pressure was intense as she spread more Vaseline on her exposed fingers and then worked them past my sphincter and into my rectum.  I could feel her fingers probing and pushing against my rectal wall with all four fingers.

“Alright, we’re almost done. I still need to probe a little deeper. I’m afraid I’ll have to also insert me thumb. I was really hoping to avoid that but it’s not possible,” she said as she tucked her thumb inward against her other fingers and then eagerly pushed her whole hand in past my sphincter. 

I grunted with the pressure she was exerting. I felt so full. This was worse than most of the cocks I was forced to ride last night – the bitch!

Oh my God, she had her whole fucking hand up my ass, and she was pushing it forward burying it even deeper.

“This is much better. I can now feel your upper rectum with no problem whatsoever,” she commented. 

“There doesn’t appear to be any lacerations on your upper rectal walls. We’re almost done. All I need to do now is check your elasticity. So far it appears to be good. You’re gripping my hand like a vise,” she commented.

She started working her hand in and out of my rectum in a fucking motion. Now I could feel her tucking her fingers inward, forming a fist. God, what was she doing!  I grunted and groaned from the battering my rectum was taking.

“Time for the real test.  So far you’re passing with flying colors, Gwen,” she said as she drove her fist in and out of my rectum burying half her arm up my ass. At the same time she reached under me and felt my pussy with her other hand.

“Why you little, slut!  You’re all wet. You’re getting off on this examination!” she exclaimed as she thrusted harder.

I groaned unable to speak. She was right. I was so hot. She had me so fucking aroused.  

She continued to play with my pussy for several minutes paying particular attention to my large throbbing clit. Her fist was relentless as she drove it in and out of my rectum, battering my colon.

“Yes, I think your elasticity is just fine. I heard ten old Italians did a job on you last night. I bet this fucking ass of yours had a good workout, didn’t it? What a slut you are, Gwen. Is there anything you won’t do? Are you so hard up, you have to fuck old men. God, they wouldn’t even touch your nasty pussy. I don’t blame them. It’s a mess down there.”

I refused to answer the bitch as I groaned into my pillow. 

“Well, I’d like to continue this little session, Gweny,  but Dr. Shakiro will be here any minute now,” she said as she reluctantly pulled her fist out of my ass. She then cleaned my ass off.

“You can turn over now,” she said as she made some notes on her clipboard.

As I turned over, Dr. Shakiro entered my chambers.

“Good morning, Gwen. How are you feeling?” asked the good doctor.

There was no sense in complaining about the bimbo nurse. He kept her around for reasons other than her nursing skills. Besides, if I complained about her treatment, he would probably snicker and tell her what a great job she did.

“Fine, doctor,” I answered curtly.

“Nurse Jones, did you complete Gwen’s initial examination?”

“Yes, doctor. All her vital signs are normal. Her temperature is also normal. I had time to do an internal rectal exam and found no lacerations and excellent elasticity,” the bimbo answered referring to her chart.

“Very good, Nurse Jones, that will be all for now. Be in my office at 10:00…  ahhh for a consultation.”

“Yes, doctor,” she said smiling at me as she left.

The doctor turned and looked me over.

“Well, you had quite a night. Are you feeling alright,” he asked as he probed my abdomen, pushing and prodding.

“I’ve felt better,” I answered.

“Does this hurt,” he asked as he pushed my lower abdomen.

“No,” I answered.

“Good! What about here,” he asked pushing a different area.

“No, it doesn’t hurt,” I answered.

This continued for several minutes as he examined my abdominal area in a very professional manner - a word I don’t usually associate with Dr. Shakiro.

“Excellent! I was afraid there might be some damage from the extended amount of time you had to hold that enema. Lucky for you, there wasn’t,” he said.

“That’s good to hear,” I answered.

“How are your breasts, Gwen?”

“My tits are fine, doc. Would you like to suck on them for awhile. You can’t seem to keep your eyes off of them,” I teased.

What’s come over me? 

“Well, as a matter of fact, now that you mention it, I do like your breasts, Gwen,” he answered.

“Well, if you’re done playing doctor, you can play with my tits for awhile. They’re much nicer than the ones on your bimbo nurse. At least, mine are the real thing.”

Shakiro laughed as he reached down and pulled on my nipples.  He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger and then pulled up stretching my nipples away from my body. I looked up at him licking my lips.

“Kiss my tits, doctor,” I whispered.

He didn’t need much encouragement as he took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily on it. Milk began to flow and he drank my sweet nectar as I held his head to my tit.

I loved my tits, and I loved having them sucked and pinched and squeezed. I was not going to fight it any longer. I knew what I was. I was a slut, and I craved cock and pussy and anything else that would give me pleasure. 

Shakiro now worked on my other nipple, capturing it between his teeth and pulling. I moaned in pleasure. My pussy was dripping wet and my clit throbbed, longing to be sucked. It was almost as if there was a direct connection between my nipples and my clit.

“Eat me, doctor. Stick your tongue up my fucking pussy. Taste how sweet I am.”

The doctor stopped sucking on my tit and looked down at me smiling.

“My, there is quite a change in you, Gwen. What happened last night?”

“I just realize what I am,” I answered.

“Well, I would love to take you up on your offer, but the Marquis is waiting to see you. You slept in this morning, but Evelyn and Monique will soon be here to help you get ready for today’s activities.”

I sat up in bed and swung my legs over the edge. My arms by my side helped my tits to form a deep cleavage that must have driven the doctor crazy. I spread my legs slightly exposing my hard throbbing clit. The gold chain dangled from it, swaying back and forth. 

The doctor was wide-eyed as he stood gawking at me.  I licked my lips as I looked at him with lust-filled eyes. Something did happen to me last night. I wasn’t sure exactly what brought about this change in me. I do know I would never refer to my tits as breasts again. I was proud of my large voluptuous tits. Good girls had breasts. I was not a good girl! I was a bad girl and this was only the beginning. 

Evelyn and Monique arrived and I got ready to meet with the Marquis. If only I had a few more minutes, I knew I could have gotten the good doctor to go down on me.  

I still didn’t know whether or not I’d get those 40 beads. I had the feeling that Gino would not be giving the Marquis a favorable report. 

All my over-the-knee boots had been replaced with six inch heels. The Marquis didn’t waste any time.  I would still wear four inch heels for walking. He was all heart.

My attire or should I say lack of attire today was purple. My bra and over-the –knee boots were all that I wore.  I hoped I didn’t drip too much on the floor. After what I’d been through yesterday and this morning, my cunt was like a faucet.  Well, that just goes to prove that I was a nasty slut. After all, wasn’t that what the Marquis wanted?

Part of my daily ritual now was bringing the ladies to an orgasm which I gladly did for beads, anticipating that day when I would finally be allowed to cum. By the time Dom was ready to milk me, I had collected three more beads bringing my total up to 40.  Knowing Dom, I was sure I’d have 41 before she was through.

Dom entered my chambers at 11:00 AM just in time to milk me. After removing my bra, she attached the cups to my nipples and the machine came to life sucking on my hard throbbing nipples. I loved having my tits milked. It was so erotic and arousing.

Dom looked me up and down, licking her thick sensual lips. How I would love to have them wrapped around my clit, sucking me to orgasm.

“God, I can still envision the expression on your face as you rode the Sybian, Gwen.  It was one of pure lust as you encouraged the boys to suck on your tits.  And your body, oh my God, you were just reeking of sex – your breasts swaying on your chest, your torso undulating as you rode the Sybian…  Christ, that’s when I came four times just from watching you.”

Listening to Dom just got me even more aroused, but she stopped talking long enough to raise her skirt and offer me her pussy. I sunk to my knees and ran my tongue up and down her labia before separating it with my tongue and entering her opening. I purposely avoided her clit, knowing how much she wanted me to suck it and pull on it. I would save that for later. Let her see in a small way how much I suffer daily. Let her be denied for a short time as I am continually denied day after day after day.

When I finally did take her clit between my teeth and pulled, it was enough to drive her over the edge.

“Oh God, yes, suck on my clit. Pull on it, Gwen!  Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed as her orgasm continued, flooding my face with her juices that dribbled down my chin and on to my tits.

Dom held my head to her pussy as she continued to spasm. I sucked on her clit which was highly sensitive. She shivered as she continued to cling to me.  Finally she released my head, and I released her clit.

My tits were drained, but the suction cups continued to suck on my nipples further arousing me. Dom removed the cups and took care of the machine and the precious milk it had collected. 

I was a sticky mess as my tits were covered with Dom’s pussy juice. She walked up to me and cupped my tits in her hands and then began to lick her juices off my sensitive nipples. She continued to lap at my tits, driving me absolutely crazy. My pussy was gushing, but I didn’t care. Her tongue felt wonderful. All too soon she stopped.

“There, I’ve cleaned up my mess,” she said, handing me a bead. “You deserve two for that one, but I would pay dearly if the Marquis found out.”

I blushed at the compliment she paid me. 

My make-up was quickly applied and my long blonde hair was once again combed in preparation to meet the Marquis.  I dreaded this encounter. I had no idea what to expect. A good report from Gino would result in a somewhat mellow Marquis, but a bad report would see his wrath come down upon me. I would pay the price then. 


I entered the Marquis’s study accompanied by Dom. The Marquis was at his desk reviewing his papers. He saw me enter and rose.

“Good to see that you’re on time. That will be all for now, Dominique,” said the Marquis.

“Yes, Marquis,” said Dom as she left.

“I was just reviewing Dr. Shakiro’s report. You appear to be in good health except for a headache. Is your head still bothering you?” asked the Marquis.

“Actually, it’s feeling much better. It must be all of that pussy I ate this morning,” I replied, surprised at my own boldness.

I could tell the Marquis was taken aback by my boldness but said nothing.

“Well, that’s good to hear. I heard from Gino this morning,” added the Marquis. “Evidently the boys had a good time last night.”

“I did my best, sir, to be a good little slut,” I replied.

“Yes, I’m sure, well I did let Gino know that I didn’t appreciate the fact that things got out of hand. Evidently Grace is somewhat responsible for that.”

“Yes, Gino told me the bi ...   eh lady was a good friend of his,” I answered.

The Marquis looked at me amused.

“Yes, well the important thing is that you’re alright and, of course, will receive your 40 beads as promised.”

“Why, thank you, sir,” I replied.

“Gino also would like to set up another night of entertainment with you and the boys, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I was able to put him off for the time being anyway,” explained the Marquis.

The Marquis acted tough, but I could see he was very protective of me. He may subject me to every manner of humiliation and debasement, but he at the same time saw that I came to no physical harm. I didn’t know whether that was good or bad. Physically I was fine, but mentally look at what I was becoming. I had such a dirty mind, and nothing, no matter how loathsome, seemed to disgust me any more. I owed all of that to him. He was turning me into a sexual animal. 

“Sir, would you please remove my bra?” I asked.  “My tits are rather tender from all of the abuse they suffered yesterday.”

“Of course,” answered the Marquis who took the remote out of his pocket and released the clasp on the front of my bra. 

My tits sprang free from the cups and I removed my bra. My nipples were hard and stood out begging for attention.

The Marquis couldn’t take his eyes off my chest as I moved slightly in my six inch heels, causing my tits to sway back and forth.

“Of course, you’re aware that all of last night’s activities were captured on video,” the Marquis added.

“Yes, of course, I would expect no less from you, sir. I’m sure you have some very bizarre footage that will excite your clientele,” I answered as I licked my lips.

The Marquis looked at me with his piercing eyes as if he were assessing the situation.

“I had to step up production of your second DVD.  I found out just this morning that it was finished and ready to be released. Preorders have already far exceeded my wildest expectations. I’ll also re-release Part 1 at the same time as a collector’s edition which should sell well not only to your fans but to those who haven’t had an opportunity to see it yet.  Both releases will be announced tomorrow.”

“That’s wonderful, sir.  I can use all the exposure I can get,” I smiled at him coyly.

The Marquis stepped forward and traced circles around my nipples with his index fingers.

“What exactly happened last night, Gwen.  You’re quite different today.”

“Nothing, sir.  I’ve just accepted the fact that I’m a slut. I like the things you make me do – things that I would never have thought to do on my own. If you hadn’t kidnapped me and twisted and polluted my mind, I might still be sitting in front of a TV watching soap operas. No, this life is much more to my liking, sir,” I answered as I reached down and grabbed the Marquis’s crotch.

The Marquis was startled as I caught him off guard.

“You do want me to act like a slut, don’t you?” I asked.

“Well, yes, of course,” he answered.

“This slut wants to suck your cock. This slut wants to take your cock deep into her throat. This slut wants you to fill her belly with cum,” I responded as I squeezed his crotch, feeling his cock grow in my hand.

“That’s an excellent idea. After I’m done checking your breasts, and explaining some further modifications I would like to make to your body, you may suck my cock,” he answered as he captured my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 

He pulled on my nipples, elongating my tits. That felt so good. He then squeezed my nipples hard as he twisted them back and forth. I just stared at him with my lust-filled eyes.

“Harder, please squeeze them harder,” I whispered seductively.

“As you wish, my dear!”

The pressure increased, and I yelped out in pain. He then let go of my nipples and slapped my tits.

“Hands behind your head!”

I immediately obeyed.

“You enjoyed the Sybian last night, didn’t you?”

“Oh God, yes,” I answered. “I was so fucking hot. My body was on fire.”

“You danced to the electricity flowing through your body,” he stated continuing to slap my tits.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You liked it!” 

His slaps became harder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Oh, yes, but I loved the cock churning in my pussy more!” I explained.

“Those electrical charges could have turned you into a vegetable,” he stated as his smacks to my tits became even harder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Yes, but I was so turned on. I didn’t want any of it to stop,” I moaned.

“It’s a good thing I sent Dom with you, or else you might not be standing here today,” he said as his smacks continued almost knocking me off my feet.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I stood my ground and thrust my tits out, ready to take the cruel blows reining down on me.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You like this don’t you?”

“Oh fuck, yes!” I answered.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“The pain turns you on, Gwen?” he continued.

“I’m so fucking hot,” I moaned as my clit throbbed, sticking out obscenely from its hood with the gold chain tugging teasingly on it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“What are you Gwen?” he asked.

“I’m a fucking dirty little slut!” I groaned.

“Yes, you’re a nasty little slut who will do anything to satisfy that itch in your cunt.”

“Yes, I’m a nasty slut. I’d fucking do anything and I mean anything to satisfy the itch that constantly torments me day and night. Hit my fucking tits harder!”

“I’ll do better than that,” he said as he went over to his cabinet and retrieved a leather covered paddle not much larger than a ping pong paddle. He approached me, reared back, and brought the paddle down squarely on my right nipple.

“Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhh,” I screamed out in pain, but at the same time my pussy tingled and got wetter. I thrust my tits out as an offering to him as he reared back again and landed a vicious blow to my left nipple.

“Eeeeeeggggghhhhhh!” 

The pain was almost unbearable as I teetered on my six inch heels.

“Look at you! You’re so aroused that you’re dripping on the floor. You dirty little slut. You’re nothing more than a pain slut.”

“Yes, I love pain!” I screamed. “I love it because it makes me hot. It sets my pussy on fire,” 

“Tell me what you are!”

“I’m a slut, a nasty slut who loves pain. I’m what you’ve turned me in to, a fucking nymphomaniac who will do anything to satisfy the itch in my cunt.” I shouted.

“Tell me what you want!”

“I want you to hit my fucking tits! Hit my tits and make me cum!” I groaned in agony.

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

The Marquis was merciless as he laid blow after blow on my bruised tits. Milk spewed forth from my nipples with the force of the blows.  I got light headed as my pussy tingled and my clit ached with need.  My hips began to rotate as I sought something to put out the fire in my crotch. And then he stopped.

“Down on your knees!” he ordered.

I fell to my knees, panting and sweating profusely.

“Hands locked behind your neck”

I immediately obeyed, and thrust out my tits without being told.

“Spread your legs wide. I want to see your nasty cunt!”

I spread my legs as far as I could as I looked up at the Marquis with my lust-filled eyes. I licked my lips suggestively.

He slapped me across the right cheek, sending my head reeling.

“I’ll hit you, slut, but I won’t make you cum!” he screamed as his return backhand caught my left cheek.

“Do you still want to suck my cock, slut?”

“Please!” I begged. 

He dropped the paddle and stripped off his clothes. He now stood naked before me, and the sight of his cock further inflamed me as I licked my lips in anticipation. 

“Suck!” he ordered.

I reached for his cock, but he slapped my hands away.

“Just your mouth, slut! Sluts don’t use their hands.”

My tongue snaked out of my mouth licking his helmet. 

“Look at me when you lick my cock,” he ordered.

I looked up at him with lust in my glazed eyes as my tongue traveled up and down the length of his cock.  I fantasized, envisioning his cock fucking my pussy with abandon.
This got me even wetter.

I took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked greedily.  He pushed forward and his cock traveled deeper into my mouth to the back of my throat.

“I’m so glad your hair grew back, slut. In retrospect it was a mistake debilitating your head,” the Marquis said as he grabbed my hair with his right hand and yanked forward, driving his cock deep into my throat. I gagged as his large cock unexpectedly violated me.

“Yes, your hair comes in handy,” he hissed as he pistoned his cock in and out of my throat, using my mouth as a cunt to deposit his load of cum.  His pace increased as he violently fucked my throat, and all this time I was getting wetter and wetter by the abuse he heaped upon me. 

He took his cock out of my mouth, and still holding me by the hair in a vice-like grip, pulled up on my hair. I looked up at him with my mouth agape.

“What are you?” he asked slapping me across the face with his cock.

“I’m a slut!”

“Louder!” he commanded as he continued to smack me across the face with his cock.

“I’m a fucking slut!” I screamed.

“Do you want this, slut?” he asked, continuing to smack me across the face with his stiff cock.

“Yes,” I hissed

He pulled my head forward and rammed his cock down my throat in one vicious thrust. 

“Suck, bitch! Suck like your life depends upon it, you worthless slut! This is what you were made for, to suck cock!” he screamed as he pounded his cock deep into my throat with long hard strokes. His pace continued to increase as he pistoned into my aching throat - faster and faster – his cock became a blur until finally he tenses.

“Aaaaggghhhhhh!” he let out a scream as his hot cum spurted out of his cock, down my throat, and into my belly. I swallowed trying to keep up with the copious amount of cum gushing from his cock. Some cum escaped from my lips and ran down my chin and on to my tits. It was too much for me to handle.

He held my head tight against his crotch with his cock buried deep in my throat. I milked the last remnants of cum from his cock. He finally released my head and withdrew his cock from my mouth. I gulped in large amounts of air feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. My tits heaved up and down on my chest as I fought to get enough air in my lungs.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

I get to my feet. My pussy was sopping wet. My clit was throbbing. 

I stood there before him with his cum on my chin and my tits.

“Clean yourself up,” he ordered. 

I used my fingers to scoop up his cum and licked my fingers clean.  In a bold gesture I took the last gob of cum and rubbed it all over my long stiff nipples. I then lifted my nipples to my mouth and sucked it off.

The Marquis smiled obviously pleased.

“Did you enjoy that, Gwen?” he asked.

His demeanor totally changed. The calm sedate Marquis had returned.

Oh God, yes,” I answered.

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

“I like it every way,” I answered.

He laughed.

“Yes, I can see that. Well, you earned another bead. You’re doing quite well this week. You’ll be cumming up a storm at your party which incidentally has been moved up. The demand for the release of your second DVD has necessitated exposing you to your public earlier than I had anticipated. 

I was caught off guard and the disappointment was written all over my face. There was hardly any time left now to collect more beads.

“I know what you must be thinking, and I want you to know, that the eighty beads you have collected is admirable and enough to keep you cumming all night – probably much more than eight times,” said the Marquis.

“You mean…”

“I mean that since I was forced to change the date of this gala evident, you will not suffer because of that. But understand that I control when and how you cum.”

“I just want to fucking cum, that’s all! I don’t care how,” I moaned.

“I know and you will. Yes, mark my words you will cum, but maybe not as you might expect. There are some new and unique experiences awaiting you,” he said as he laughed. 

His hand trailed down my abdomen and flicked my clit. I shivered from the contact. Don’t stop now, God, don’t stop now. Touch me some more.

But he didn’t. He stepped back amused by my reaction. 

“You would do just about anything to cum, wouldn’t you, Gwen?” he asked.

“Fuck, yes,” I answered.

“Would you fuck an animal?” he asked.

“Does it have a cock?” I replied.

He laughed.

“Oh yes, donkeys and horses have quite large cocks,” he said.

I licked my lips imagining how it would feel to be fucked by a cock that large.

“What about a snake?” he said as he walked behind me and brought his mouth close to my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as his hands reached around and gently cupped my tits. God, his hands felt so good as they squeezed and massaged me. 

“Maybe a nice Jungle Carpet Python,” he said as he continued to arouse me. “They grow from between five to six feet long.”

God, I was sopping wet. He was driving me crazy.

“Imagine yourself tied down with your legs spread wide. Your pussy is wet and throbbing. The python slithers up your leg and moves slowly towards your exposed cunt flicking its tongue,” he said as one hand traveled down to my hard throbbing clit.

I pushed forward seeking contact with his hand. Images of the python traveling up my leg filled my mind, getting me more and more aroused. My God, six feet long! What if it tried to crawl in my pussy? What if it forced its way into my cervix? Oh my God!

I couldn’t take any more. Between these thoughts and the Marquis’s tugging on my clit, I went over the edge!

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh,” I screamed. Please not again! Not more electricity!

My tits danced on my chest as my head exploded once more in pain. My legs went weak as my clit burned from the charges running through it! I fell to me knees no longer able to stand. I cried. I couldn’t take this. I hadn’t recovered yet from yesterday’s electrocution. 

The Marquis backed off. He slapped me across the face and ordered me to settle down. This brought me back to reality, and the shocks subsided as I blubbered unintelligibly.  

The Marquis brought me a glass of water which I sipped. Slowly my heart stopped racing and I settled down somewhat, but the itch in my cunt would not subside. It demanded attention. I was insistent. It waited in hiding for the least bit of stimulation before returning like a raging fire that couldn’t be quenched.

“Stand up, Gwen!” ordered the Marquis.

I forced myself to stand still weak from the electricity coursing through my body just minutes ago.

“I’m very pleased with your progress. I can see that you, of your own accord, realize what you are. Understand that before we ever met, before I ever thought of kidnapping you and making you mine, you were a slut. You didn’t know it, but deep down inside the slut lay latent waiting to be released. I simple provided the environment and the opportunity for you to realize your full potential, and you’re doing just that.”

I listened to his words as I licked my lips wishing he would fuck the shit out of me right now and stop this game of deprivation.

“You still don’t realize how much of a slut you are. Gwen, but I think after your coming out party, you will,” he said with a knowing smile.

“Tonight we will begin preparing you for your “cumming out party!” he laughed.

The Marquis then dismissed me, and I was taken back to my quarters to rest for the remainder of the day. He provided some new reading material for me which coincidentally contained several books on beastiality. 

There was no need to collect any more beads. The Marquis promised that at my party I would cum often. When and where and how was totally up to him. I wondered what he had in store for me?


