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The Misadventures of Gwen
Chapter 13
Note: This
story is total fantasy. It does not
reflect real-life situations involving real people. Furthermore, my own personal opinion is that
all sexual interaction between individuals (in real life) should take place on
an entirely consensual basis. And now
with that said on with the story…..
I can’t stop thinking about last night and the bizarre events with Count Darius’s father. It should bother me more, but it doesn’t. All I can visualize is that huge 14 inch cock penetrating my throat and threatening to enter my belly.
Maybe they’re all right; maybe I am nothing but a slut. A slut is defined as “a woman considered sexually promiscuous.” Well, I suppose you could consider me promiscuous, but certainly it wasn’t by choice. Promiscuous is defined as one who is “indiscriminate in the choice of sexual partners.” Well, I’ve had a wide range of sexual partners from the dwarves, to women, to black men, to dead men, and who knows what else awaits me in the future. I’m a slut but not by choice.
The Marquis summons me at
I find this morning that once again the heat is building in my loins. My clit is hard and throbbing and begging for attention. My pussy quivers with the chains draped across my labia. It was my hope that the fire would be quenched for a few days rather than only a few hours. I suspect I might be a nympho or that somehow in this short period of time I have evolved into a nympho. Maybe the Marquis’s bizarre treatment of me has triggered something latent or deep-seated in my psyche.
I arrive in the Marquis’s sitting room at the appointed time. He seems pleased to see me. There is another man here with him. This guy looks like a geek. He wears thick rimmed glasses and has a pen holder in his pocket. He also has a laptop computer and some other equipment with him. His jaw drops open when I enter the room.
“Good morning, Gwen,” the Marquis greets me. It’s strange. At times he almost seems glad to see me and treats me like an old friend rather than a slave and a low life.
“Good morning, sir,” I respond avoiding eye contact with him.
I assume the position with my legs spread, and my hands locked behind my head thrusting my huge breasts out. I seem to be having an affect on the new person. There’s a bulge in his pants. I wonder how big he is. Oh God, stop thinking like that. I like the fact that I'm having this affect on him.
“I hope you have recovered sufficiently from last night,” whispers the Marquis in my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I respond as he fondles my breasts.
“This is good. Count Darius was very pleased with the outcome of last night’s activities and indicated to me this morning that he enjoyed the tapes very much. His father passed away a happy man,” the Marquis added as his hand slips down to feel my pussy.
He saw the tapes. Oh my God, he saw what I did to his father!
“Well, anyway, we’ll discuss that at further length later.”
The Marquis calls the other man over who stands in from of me with his mouth agape. I run my tongue over my lips when the Marquis isn’t looking.
“Ray, this is Gwen. Is she not everything I said she was?” the Marquis says to Ray.
“She certainly is, sir,” he says as he gawks at me unable to take his eyes off my tits. I move my arms slightly causing my tits to shimmer. I though Ray’s eyes were going to bug out of his head.
“Gwen, Ray Dawson is my chief engineer in charge of research and development. He and his team have developed some technology, more specifically nanotechnology, that will have a great impact on you. He has done some groundbreaking research in this area,” explains the Marquis.
What on earth is nanotechnology? I have a puzzled look on my face.
“Is something bothering you, Gwen?” the Marquis enquires.
I’m not sure whether to respond or not.
“Well, is something bothering you,” he again asks with a hint of irritation in his voice.
Does it really matter? Does he really care what I think? I better say something before he really gets mad.
“It’s just that I don’t know what nanotechnology is,” I stammer.
“Is that all,” the Marquis responds. “Explain it to her Ray so she will better understand what we’re going to do to her.”
“Well, Miss Gwen, nanotechnology is a relatively new technology for creating devices up to 1000 times smaller than the current generation of MEMS devices. Devices as small as one millionth of a meter,” explains Ray. “Now, the devices we developed for you aren’t quite that small, at least not in a perfected form yet, but still fairly small based on today’s standards.”
I have no idea what he is talking about! Devices? For me?
He opens a small box that contains three rings made out of what look like a very fine or thin filament. They are the thickness of fine thread, actually thinner.
“These were developed for you, Miss Gwen. The smaller one is for your clitoris, and the two larger ones are for your nipples.” he explains.
Oh great, more jewelry, but these are so small you can hardly see them.
“Explain to her what they do, Ray,” said the Marquis.
‘Certainly, sir. All three rings do basically the same thing,” Ray explains as he stares at my huge breasts. “They first of all have a monitoring function. They monitor your pulse, blood pressure, and can even tell us when you peak and are about to have a climax.
“Their second function is to emit electrical impulses. These rings can induce an
orgasm of varying intensity and depth by varying the degree and intensity of those impulses. On the other hand we can also apply a painful shock to your system by increasing and intensifying electrical impulses.
“Of course, these devices are wireless and can be programmed to implement a number of complicated programs and routines. This makes them dynamic and adaptable to the Marquis’s wishes and desires. If he needs to illicit an immediate response, he can use this remote,” Ray explains as he holds up a small silver remote control.
I find this confusing. Could technology have advanced this far so quickly? It almost sounds like something out of a science fiction movie.
“That’s it, my dear in a nutshell,” says the Marquis. “We no longer will have to closely monitor your actions. The rings will do that for us. If for example you stimulate yourself and a change is noted in your vital signs, a shock will be sent through your system that is quite painful. It’s all programmed into the rings, that and many more programming routines."
This has to be the most diabolical plan yet to take control of me. If all that he says is true, he can mold be into anything he desires.
“I’m going to leave you with Ray for awhile so that he can install the rings. I will be back shortly to discuss further modifications,” says the Marquis as he heads for the door.
Ray is still staring at my tits. Once the Marquis leaves, he places his hands on my tits and begins to squeeze them
“I’ve never seen breasts this large. They are so big,” he says as he continues to squeeze and kneed my breasts. His fingers travel down to my nipples, and he proceeds to squeeze them between his thumb and forefinger.
“Your nipples are huge, but just the right size for your new rings. The rings will be placed at the back of your nipple so as not to interfere with your milk ducts. You’ll feel a slight burning sensation as they contract slightly and imbed themselves in your nipples. You won’t even see them after that. It will be as if they’re not even there,” he explains as he continues to squeeze my nipples. He seems to be mesmerized by my tits.
He then takes the rings and places them on each nipple pushing them all the way to the back of the nipple. He spends a great deal of time making sure they are placed correctly. He then pushes a button on the remote, and I feel a slight burning sensation around the ring. When I look down, they’re not even visible. Oh my God, this is unbelievable.
“Now, we’ll do the same thing to your clitoris,” he says as he drops to his knees and takes my clit in his hand.
My clit is already hard and throbbing. It really doesn’t need much stimulation at this point, but he continues to rub it anyway, and then he boldly sticks out his tongue and licks it. A shiver travels up my spine, and I push my clit into his face. He backs off.
“The Marquis said you were a hot slut,” he states as he places the remaining smaller ring over my clit. He then pushes a button on the remote, and again I feel a slight burning sensation around the ring. I can’t look down but I’m sure it has disappeared just like the others.
He stands up and places his hands on the sides of my massive boobs. He pushes them in forming a deep cleavage. As he continues to do this, he says, “I now need to demonstrate for you how the rings work. They are already monitoring your vital signs so let’s concentrate on the electrical impulses they emit. Would you like to see first how they can bring you to a climax or how they can shock you?” he asks.
“Oh, I don’t like shocks, but I love to come to a climax,” I say flirtingly to him. I love toying with this computer nerd.
“OK, a climax it is, Miss Gwen. Now remember, this climax is manually induced. It can also be programmed into the rings to occur automatically,” he explains.
He pushes a button on the remote, and I feel a slight tingle in my nipples and my clit. This sensation builds and emanates out encompassing first my pussy and then my breasts. I am shaken with an extremely intense orgasm. It seems to blossom out from my belly and groin. I have a hard time standing, the sensations are so overwhelming. It stops as quickly as it began.
I tremble as I try to maintain my position.
Ray walks up to me and grabs my nipples. He applies pressure as he says, “Was that good for you?”
“Oh God, yes, Ray,” I say still trembling.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that, Miss Gwen. Unfortunately, the electrical shock treatment isn’t as pleasant. But don’t worry; I’ll give you only a moderate shock just to show you what the rings are capable of doing,” he says as he reluctantly removes his hands from my breasts.
I find it hard to believe that three little rings can produce any kind of electrical shock. It just doesn’t make any sense.
He pushes another button on the remote. Suddenly, I’m doubled over in pain as a sharp electrical shock courses through my body. My head feels like its going to explode, the pain is so intense. I fall to my knees unable to stand. My cunt and belly feel like they are on fire. I scream in pain. I'm doubled up on my side. Then suddenly the pain stops.
I’m in shock. I’m breathing heavy trying to get air in to my lungs. My breasts heave up and down. I lay on my back trying to gain my composure.
Ray walks over to me with a smirk on his face.
“That was just the moderate level. If you want, I can show you a higher setting,” he says as he continues to smirk at me.
“Oh God, no Ray. I think I get the picture. No more demonstrations are necessary,” I say looking up at him with pleading eyes. He has a strange sense of humor.
“I sure do like your tits. They are so large. I’ve never seen tits that big before. I always wondered how it would feel to have my dick nestled between a big pair of hooters like yours,” he says as he fumbles with the remote.
He then has his pants down and off in a flash.
He straddles my chest and puts his cock between my breasts. He then squeezes them together. I stick out my chest to give him better access. His cock is average size maybe six or six and a half inches. It’s lost in my huge fucking tits. As he squeezes my tits together gripping them by the nipples milk squirts out of my nipples coating my breasts and making a slippery path for his dick. He moans as he thrusts his dick between my tits.
“Wow, this is unbelievable. These puppies are so large and soft and look at that milk. He leans down and catches my right nipple in his mouth and sucks for all he’s worth drawing milk out of my breast and down his throat. He then continues to thrust his dick in my valley.
In spite of myself, I’m getting aroused. My clit is hard and throbbing. I’m starting to get wet.
Suddenly his cock jerks and sprays cum all over my tits. I grab his dick and begin to stroke it directing his shots of cum all over my tits. God, he didn’t last long. I then sit up and lick the head of his cock and take his meager six and a half inches into my mouth in one gulp. I rotate my tongue around his shaft exciting him with my studs as his dick shrinks almost down to nothing.
At that moment the Marquis walks into the room.
"Well, Ray, it looks like you’re finished. Excellent. Are you having fun with our little slut?" asks the Marquis.
Ray quickly rises and puts on his pants. I stand and assume the position, my tits still covered with Ray's cum.
"You're a mess. Your tits are all covered with cum," he says in disgust.
"I’ll take care of it, sir," says Ray.
Ray immediately begins cleaning my breasts with his tongue licking every inch of my mammoth tits. My clit throbs and the heat builds in my loins. The Marquis goes to his cabinet and comes back with a paddle. This leather paddle is about 15 inches long and 2 inches wide. It appears to be very flexible.
The Marquis stands behind me, rears back, and smacks me on my left cheek. This unexpected blow pushes me forward further burying Ray's face in my tits. He continues to lick and suck my tits.
The Marquis continues to rein blows upon my defenseless ass. My cheeks begin to turn red and heat up more and more with the sting of each blow. At the same time my pussy heats up in a different way and begins to get wet. The fucking pain is turning me on.
"Mr. de Sade, now might be a good time to try out one of our program routines," says Ray with a gleam in his eye.
Mr. de Sade! He addressed the Marquis as Mr. de Sade. Could the Marquis be related to that libertine that lived so many years ago, the Marquis de Sade!
"Ah, Gwen, you look perplexed. I think I know what you might be thinking, and the answer is yes. The Marquis de Sade was my great, great, great grandfather, but we'll discuss that at length later. For now let's continue with the fun and games. Ray, that's an excellent idea. Let's run the routine," says the Marquis.
Ray goes over to his laptop and types in some commands on the keyboard.
“We’re all set. It should kick in momentarily,” he says to the Marquis.
Ray comes over and continues to work on my tits. He sucks my nipples drinking the sweet nectar that flows from them. The Marquis continues to rein blows down upon my already reddened ass. I am experiencing pleasure and pain at the same time.
Now suddenly there is a pulsating in my breasts. It’s as if two vibrators are massaging my tits. The feeling is exquisite. And now I feel a similar feeling in my clit. It’s almost as if a clit vibrator is being applied to my sensitive nub. I’m in heaven. The Marquis continues to land blows upon my ass driving me forward into Ray’s face. I move my fucking huge tits back and forth in Ray’s face encouraging him to devour them. He needs no encouragement. His mouth and tongue are everywhere sucking and biting my massive mounds.
I can’t take any more. I explode into an all-consuming climax. My back arches and my legs quiver as wave upon wave of pleasure course through my body. Ray begins to smack my breasts laying stinging blows upon them with his bare hands. My tits dance on my chest as he beats them, and the pulsating continues to encompass my tits at the same time sending waves of pleasure though my mammaries.
The Marquis has deserted my ass and is now kneeling in front of me with his riding crop. He is laying stinging blows upon my clit, but the wonderful pulsating in my clit continues. I don’t know whether to laugh or scream. The mixture of pleasure and pain drives me over the edge and I climax again. My body is shaking uncontrollably as pleasure courses through my entire being. I collapse against Ray, and he lowers me to my knees. He goes to his laptop and types in some commands. The waves of pleasure cease.
I’m breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. I’m drained. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
“Well, it looks as if the rings are functioning properly," says the Marquis. "Stand up, slut, and assume the proper position."
I rise, spread my legs, and lock my hands behind my head. I'm still shaking from the experiences of the past hour.
"One thing I've noticed, Gwen, is that you are now carrying around a great deal of additional weight now that your breasts are producing milk. This puts a strain on the muscle tissue in your breasts which will eventually result in your breasts sagging. One thing I don't want, and I'm sure you don't either, are sagging breasts. There is nothing that turns me off more than a pair of drooping tits. Ray and his team have developed a special bra to remedy this situation," says the Marquis.
“This is only a prototype. We need to fit this to Miss Gwen and make any final adjustments. Then this prototype can be used to produce the actual bras she will be wearing,” Ray says to the Marquis.
They act as if I’m not even here. They discuss me like I’m a piece of meat.
Ray fits the bra to me. He seems to enjoy this, taking time to squeeze my nipples at every opportunity. Each cup consists of three panels with the clasp located in front. The bra straps are very thin, no more than a quarter inch wide.
"It appears to be a good fit," says Ray as he squeezes my tits.
"Excellent," says the Marquis. "Explained to the little slut why this bra is so special."
"Well, first of all, the panels adjust the amount of support based on the weight of your breasts. Right now you are receiving ideal support based on the weight of each breast. As the weight of your breasts increase due to lactation, the panels will adjust support accordingly, providing perfectly balanced support. The panels also have built in vibrators that can massage your breasts,” Ray says as he presses a button on the small silver remote. The panels come to life kneading and massaging my tits. It’s almost like having another pair of hands. He presses the button again and it stops.
“In addition, the panels can also deliver an electrical charge to your breasts, “Ray says as he looks at the Marquis.
The Marquis nods his head, and Ray presses another button on the remote.
My tits explode in excruciating pain as electricity courses through my mounds. I fall to my knees grasping my tits trying to rip the damn contraption off. Oh my God, how that hurts. It immediately ceases when Ray presses the button again.
He continues as if nothing has happens. I’ve just been shot full of electricity!
“You’ probably noticed that the electrical charge you received from your bra is quite different then the one your nipple rings deliver. This charge is more concentrated in your breasts where the nipple charge is designed to encompass your whole nervous system,” explains Ray.
No shit, Sherlock! I think I know? It’s my tits that were dancing with over 200 volts of electricity.
“Of course, all of these functions, as with your clitoral and nipple rings, are controlled from our server as well as manually from this remote. We can go mobile and use the laptop for more complicated routines when we’re away from the mansion,” Ray continues while I still clutch my breasts in pain.
The Count brings over a mirror.
“Well, slut, what do you think of your new attire?” He asks.
I look in the mirror and notice that the bra has a very low scoop to it. My nipples and areolas are completely exposed – a very nice effect, especially if you want to look like a slut. I’m displaying a massive amount of cleavage for my tits now sit high on my chest with the side panels compressing and supporting them.
“Do you like it, Gwen?” the Marquis asks.
“Yes, sir, very much so,” I reply.
“Good, we’ll have them made up in the correct fabric and colors to match your wardrobe. For now, you can wear this prototype. You’ve turned out to be quite an expensive investment. Soon you’ll need to start paying your way,” he laughs as he chides me.
I don’t like the way he said that for somehow I believe he means it when he says I’m going to have to pay my way.
I return to my chambers for I am well overdue for milking. Claire awaits me with the milking machine set up ready to go. I assume the position ready for milking grateful that the pressure that I feel building in my bloated tits will soon be relieved.
Claire walks around me eyeing my new bra. She stands behind me and cups my large tits as she whispers in my ear.
“I love your new bra, Gwen. It has a way of showing off your boobs that gets me oh so hot,” she whispers as she tongues my ear. “I love the way it caresses your huge puppies showing a line of cleavage that just seems to go on forever.”
She was now kissing my neck and getting me so hot. Her hands roam up and down my body always coming back to caress my bra encased breasts and to tweak my aching nipples.
She moves around in front of me and cups my pussy.
“I’ve heard you’ve been a very busy girl. This pussy of yours has been getting a lot of use lately,” she whispers in my ear as she continues to finger my pussy and then squeeze my already hard clit. I was getting so fucking hot and turned on. Claire has a way of doing that to me.
"I heard last night that you just kept cuming and cuming and cuming. This little pussy got quite a workout," she taunts me as she sticks her tongue in my ear and nibbles on my ear lobe. I'm getting hotter and hotter as she works three fingers up my cunt.
"I'm getting jealous, Gwen. I think it's time I made you cum, too," says Claire.
Oh God, no, not with these new rings on. They won't let me come to a climax, but they will shock the hell out of me.
"I don't think you should do that, madam. I really need to be milked," I said contritely.
"Are you telling me what to do, slut?" Claire spits out as she removes her fingers from my pussy and grabs my nipples and squeezes them hard.
"Oh no, madam," I responded quickly.
"I didn't think so. I'll let it go this time, little slut, but next time watch what you say and watch your tone of voice. If I want you to cum, you'll cum. And I do want you to cum, right now," she spit out as she reinserted her fingers in my pussy.
“Doesn’t that feel good, baby,” she coos in my ear.
“Oh, yes, madam,” I reply. What else can I say although it does feel good.
She then slowly kisses her way down my neck, over the curves of my breasts, further down past my belly button until her tongue finds my clit. She then teases my clit with her tongue while she squeezes a fourth finger up my tight cunt. My body is on fire, and I am racing towards a massive climax.
My mind is in turmoil because I know that a climax will never come. I will reach that point of no return and just before going over the edge I will be jolted back to reality with an electrical shock that will course throughout my body. Claire knows this and that's why she continues to work my poor pussy at a feverish pace. In her own demented way she wants to hurt me and use me for her own amusement.
Claire's tongue is everywhere sucking on my clit, running her tongue up and down the lips of my labia, and then back to sucking on my clit driving me to new heights. I grind my pussy into her mouth urging her on, motivated by my own lust.
I don't care anymore. This is glorious. My whole body is on fire, and I want to cum. Maybe those rings don't really work. Maybe a shock won't course throughout my body. Maybe they only work at close range. I just don't care. I want to cum. I want to cum so badly. Push your fucking fingers up my cunt, Claire. Push harder.
"Oooooww, you are so hot, baby. I can tell you are close. You really want to cum, don't you?" Taunts Claire.
"”Oh yes, madam. I need to cum so badly," I moan.
"I hope what they say about those rings isn't true. I would hate to see your poor little body jolted with all that electricity," snickers Claire as she redoubles her efforts flicking my clit with her tongue and ramming her four fingers up my cunt.
Oh God, I'm so close. The pressure is building in my pussy and I am ready to explode. Oh yes! Oh yes! I'm going to cum! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Then suddenly there is a shock to my system as excruciating pain courses through my nipples and my sensitive clit forcing me to my knees. I have a hard time breathing, the pain is so numbing. I begin to cry praying for relief. The pain stops as quickly as it began, and I sit there on the floor sobbing, trying to catch my breath as my body tries to recover.
Claire stands there watching me with a smirk on her face. She's obviously taking great pleasure in seeing me suffer.
"Well, I guess those rings really do work. That was quite a jolt you took," she said in a low taunting tone as she kisses my bald head. “I’m sorry, baby. If I had only known,” she says not very convincingly.
"But we need to get down to business. Stand up, put your hands behind your neck, and get ready to be milked," she says in her businesslike tone.
I get up with great difficulty with my body still aching and trying to recover from the jolt of electricity. I place my hands behind my neck and thrust out my bra encased tits. Claire attaches the suction cups, pushes the button, and the machine comes to life. Milk begins to flow from my nipples. At the same time the side panels of my new bra begin to compress and contract aiding in the milking process. My tits look as if they have a life of their own with my nipples being sucked by the cups and my tit meat being squeezed by my living bra. The feeling is not unpleasant, and I begin to recover from my shocking experience.
This evening no devices are attached to be as I am secured to my bed for the night. My wrists and ankles are as usual secured, but the new rings that are implanted on my body, never to be removed, will do the work as I will soon. find out.
I am left alone for the night as I think about the implications of all that has happened to me today. The Marquis is methodically changing me physically, mentally, and emotionally through every means and device he has at his disposal. I am becoming his vision of a woman, no matter how bizarre or demented that vision may be. He will go to any extreme to mold me to that vision. His use of those rings that are implanted in my nipples and clitoris, what he calls nanotechnology, is proof of that.
I fear what tomorrow will bring. What new devious plans are in the making? How will he further debase and humiliate me? How much more abuse can my poor body stand? These questions torment me as my clit suddenly comes alive and begins to vibrate. A pulsating sensation is now spreading throughout my naked breasts. I am once more beginning that climb towards the peak. I'm not even allowed to rest at night. A tear escapes my eye and travels down my cheek as my clit throbs and my pussy begs to be filled.
What’s in store for
poor Gwen? Stay tuned - more to come……… Also, e-mail me with any ideas you may
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