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Chapter
16
The next day brings more of the same. My morning routine is once again difficult for me to get through not only because of the sheer exhaustion I’m feeling but also because of my mental state. The physical and mental abuse are taking a toll on me, and the knowledge that the bitch Maxine had her way with me leaves me feeling more vulnerable and helpless than ever. I can take just about anything the Marquis dishes out, but that woman, the one who stole my husband, makes my blood run cold. But still I must obey her or suffer for it, and I know she would love for me to revolt and be disobedient. I think she purposely hopes for that so that she can do me even more physical and psychological harm. I must be careful not to give her cause to further abuse me. Hopefully, I’ve seen the last of her for awhile.
Today I meet with the Marquis which I find a relief after what I suffered through yesterday at the hands of the Count and that slut Maxine. I thought the Count would have been a little more gracious considering what I did for his father but that wasn’t the case. Humiliating me and making me suffer is what delighted him and turned him on.
My morning walk is exhausting, considering the events of yesterday. After I am bathed, Evelyn is toweling me down when she suddenly gasps.
“Monique, come here. You must see this,” she says as she examines my head.
“What’s the matter?” complains Monique.
“Look at Gwen’s head,” she says.
“Oh my God, that’s not possible!” shrieks Monique. “There’s no way this can be happening. I didn’t see that this morning.”
“Neither did
“Yes, of course. We better inform the Marquis immediately,” Monique says in a panic.
“Yes, he must be told now. I’ll go get him,” says Evelyn.
What is going on? What have they discovered? I grow anxious as they discuss me as if I’m not even here. Do I dare ask?
“Monique, what’s the matter?” I ask timidly.
“It’s best that I say nothing until the Marquis arrives,” she answers.
That’s not what I expected to hear. In the meantime Monique finishes drying me and applying my make-up. I then got dressed. I stand there in my subservient position until the Marquis arrives.
My stomach is in knots and I don’t know why. My heart is racing as I anticipate what the problem might be. Something is happening to me, and they won’t even tell me what it is. It can’t be lice. I have no hair. What could it possibly be?
The Marquis enters my chambers, walking directly over to me. He says nothing as he examines my head. It almost feels as if he’s manipulating hairs on my head, but that’s not possible. The process they used on me is irreversible.
“Have you said anything to Gwen?” asks the Marquis.
“No, sir, I thought it was best to wait until you got here,” answers Monique.
“Yes, well, probably a wise move. I want Dr. Shakiro summoned immediately. Call him on your way out, ladies,” says the Marquis.
“Yes, sir.”
Monique and Evelyn breathe a sigh of relief as they turn to leave. I am left alone with the Marquis. I feel like an observer. They talk and act as if I don’t exist. Something is happening to me, and I’m the only one who doesn’t know what that might be.
The Marquis paces back and forth in front of me.
“You’re probably wondering what this is all about,” says the Marquis.
“Yes, sir,” I respond, trying not to appear too anxious.
“Well, it seems that the impossible is happening.”
“The impossible, sir?” I ask.
“Yes, the impossible, Gwen. Your hair is growing back.”
“My hair, sir?”
Could this really be happening? Could my hair actually be growing back? Oh my God, this is wonderful news. How I would love to have long hair again!
Why am I kidding myself? The Marquis won’t allow that to happen. He’ll simply repeat the process again.
Dr. Shakiro comes rushing into the room.
“What’s the problem, Marquis?”
“That’s what I would like to know, Ben. I thought this process was irreversible?” says the Marquis, pointing to my head.
“It is! Let me see. There must be a mistake!” stammers Dr. Shakiro as he stares at my head in disbelief.
“The hair on her head is real!” states the Marquis.
Dr. Shakiro thoroughly examines my head. I can see the surprised look on his face as he checks my scalp and pulls on the hairs.
“Have you examined the rest of her body?” asks the doctor.
“No, of course not. As soon as I found out, I sent for you.”
Dr. Shakiro then removes my bra and begins to examine my breasts. He squeezes and separates them, looking closely as he pulls on my nipples and runs his fingers around my areolas. I would think he would examine other parts of my body which are more prone to grow hair.
He then works his way down examining my abdomen until he reaches my clit. By now he is on his knees, tugging and pulling on my large clit, further exciting me while he looks for any sign of hair growing in my pubic region.
He closely examines my pussy lips, pulling and separating them to look for any sign of telltale growth in that region. All he manages to do is get me so fucking hot that I want to cum all over his hands. My hips begin to move involuntarily as I become more highly aroused.
Thank God he’s finally done, and he gets up. My pussy is sopping wet and my nipples are hard. My clit is throbbing. I’m a mess. What I need is a nice stiff cock rammed up my pussy until I cum.
“There is absolutely no sign of hair anywhere else on her body,” states the good doctor.
The Marquis and Dr. Shakiro move away as they continue to discuss my condition. I can easily hear what they’re saying.
“How could this happen, Ben” asks the Marquis.
“I don’t know. Nothing like this has ever happened before. The cream destroys the hair follicles making it impossible for hair to ever grow back again.”
“But is has grown.”
“Yes, it has, but remember there are many variables here that I have no control over. You have her equipped with those rings in her nipples and clit that are constantly sending impulses throughout her system. Maybe the electrical impulses in some way have reversed the process. I don’t know.”
“I suppose that’s a possibility,” says the Marquis.
“I’ll take her immediately to my office and begin the process again. Possible a more concentrated form of the debilitating cream is necessary.”
“I’m not so sure that’s what I want to do.”
“What!”
“I’m reconsidering, Ben.”
I’ve never felt so excited in all my life. Could it be that I will once again have long beautiful hair. Oh how I would love that! Oh God, yes, reconsider, please!
“I thought you wanted her bald to humiliate her!”
“I did have her bald, and I did humiliate her! It was a devastating experience for her, but she was stunning with that long blonde hair flowing down her back.”
“Well, of course, the decision is yours, sir.”
“Yes, it is, and I can always have her hair removed again at a later date.”
“Yes, true.”
“And have her suffer the same humiliation over again! Do you see what I’m getting at?”
“Yes, I do. You are more devious then your great, great grandfather,” chuckles Shakiro.
“On the other hand, I may just let her keep her long blonde tresses,” adds the Marquis.
I was feeling such despair only this morning, but now I am filled with hope that at least the one thing I love and pride myself in will be returned to me.
“Can you explain the rapid growth? Her hair is already almost an inch long, and there was nothing there this morning during her morning walk. The chambermaids swear they saw no growth until after her bath this morning.”
“I wish I had an answer for you, but I don’t. Like I said, there is so much happening to her. I firmly believe it has something to do with the technology you have implanted in her.”
“Do you think her hair will continue to grow at this rate?”
“We need to monitor it closely for the next few days to see exactly how fast her hair grows. The fact that it has grown almost an inch since this morning is amazing in itself.”
“Very well, I’ll leave that to you,” answers the Marquis.
The discussion ends and the doctor leaves. I am still trying to comprehend all that has happened this morning. How I would love to see what I look like.
It’s almost as if the Marquis is reading my mind. He walks me over to the full length mirror and lets me stand before it.
I gasp as I see a different person looking back at me in the mirror. This person has short blonde hair, not the unbecoming bald head. I can’t believe it’s me.
“Well, what do you think, Gwen?” asks the Marquis as he reaches around and squeezes my nipples.
I moan as his caresses cause my clit to throb.
“Would you like to keep your hair or should I have it removed today?”
“Whatever pleases you, sir,” I force myself to say, knowing that this is what he wants to hear.
“Very good, Gwen. You play the game well,” he chuckles.
“Of course, you’ll keep your hair. If it continues to grow at this rate, you’ll have long golden tresses reaching down your back before the month is out. Only time will tell,” he says as he continues to squeeze my nipples and kiss my neck.
“Yes, sir,” I answer, feeling joy unspeakable as he gets me hotter and hotter.
His hands trail down my sides and caress my ass before they work their way around to my hard throbbing clit. I’m on fire.
“Of course, I’ll have to hire a full time hairdresser to take care of your new found hair. I want my little slut to always look her best,” he says.
I push forward trying to make better contact with his hands which are exploring my pussy. I want to cum so badly. It’s been so long. Yes, stick your fingers in my pussy.
And then he abruptly stops.
“I think that’s enough, Gwen. We don’t want you to get so worked up that you get shocked, do we?”
He goes over and retrieves my bra. He hands it to me so that I can put it on. I’m so frustrated. He gets such pleasure out of making me suffer. All I want to do is cum.
“On second thought, leave your bra off. Just lock your hands behind your neck for now,” he orders.
“You are exquisite, my dear,” he says as he circles behind me and runs his hands up my thighs. His hands move further up and cup the sides of my breasts again. He moves his mouth close to my ear and whispers, “I understand you had quite a time with the Count, yesterday.”
A shiver runs up and down my spine. He has me so hot and he plans on keeping me on the edge.
“Yes, sir,” I respond.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Gwen?” he asks.
Did I enjoy myself? Did I enjoy being humiliated and forced to dance my way down a ten inch dildo? What kind of question is that? Of course, I didn’t enjoy myself.
“I asked you a question, my dear,” he says.
“If it makes you happy knowing that I pleased the Count, then I enjoyed myself for my joy comes from pleasing you, sir,” I respond.
“Mmmmmm,” he muses. “I’m not quite sure I believe you, Gwen, but for now your answer will suffice.”
He moves around in front of me and focuses his attention on my breasts as he speaks.
“Your tits are just magnificent, Gwen, and your milk production is up. This pleases me,” he says as he rolls my large nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He then retrieves the small silver remote control from his pocket.
The look on my face betrays my feelings as I well know that the small remote control can be the source of great pleasure or great pain. He presses a button on the remote and immediately my one inch nipples begin to pulsate filling me with pleasure that spreads throughout my breasts. I’m in heaven. The throbbing sensation is exquisite.
“The Count was very pleased with your performance and looks forward to future visits. This pleases me for the Count is an important and influential business associate of mine.”
This explains many things especially the Marquis’s good mood this morning.
“Enjoy this moment, and think of it as your reward for a job well done.”
Oh God, my tits feel so good, and now he’s pressing another button which sends equally pleasing pulses to my clit.
“Does that feel good, my little slut?” he asks.
“Oh yes, sir,” I respond as my breathing becomes heavier, and I become more and more aroused.
“I understand you also had another visitor yesterday,” says the Marquis.
Why does he have to bring up that bitch Maxine? If I ever see her, it’ll be too soon. I hate her so much.
“Did you not have another visitor?” he asks somewhat irritated.
“Yes, sir,” I answer trying not to show any emotion.
“Gwen, walk around the room for me in a circle as we speak. That one position must be very uncomfortable for you.”
Actually, I’d rather remain where I am. I am becoming so aroused by the pulsing in my nipples and clitoris, but I know better than to defy the Marquis. I begin to walk in a circle around the center of the room. I must look the sight trying to walk in these five inch heels that force me to walk on the balls of my feet almost on my toes. I can feel the tightness in my calves and my breasts bouncing with every step. My pussy is drenched.
The Marquis watches me intently as I walk. I must look like a real slut to him.
“Do you know who that woman is, Gwen?” he asks.
He’s playing a game with me. He knows that I know who she is. She’s the bitch that conspired with my husband and now enjoys taunting me.
“Yes, sir,” I respond. I know that my response is short and curt, and I also know that the Marquis can sense from my response that I am irritated.
“Tell me who that woman is, Gwen,” he demands with a slight note of irritation in his tone.
“Her name is Maxine, sir,” I respond trying to control myself. What kind of game are we now playing?
“How do you feel about her, Gwen?” the Marquis asks.
“She is your guest, and I am obedient to her,” I respond.
The Marquis stops me by standing in front of me. He reaches up and grabs my nipples and begins to squeeze. I am filled with so many different feelings and emotions. My pussy is dripping. My nipples are pulsating and at the same time being squeezed hard by the Marquis, filling them with both pleasure and pain simultaneously. My mind is in turmoil because he insists on questioning me about a woman I detest. How I would love to tell him how I really feel about the bitch.
“You’re not answering my question, Gwen,” he says as he stares at me, his face showing his displeasure. “How do you feel about her? I want the truth!”
Oh my God, what should I do? I can’t tell him my true feelings, but he won’t allow me to hide anything from him. I’m so transparent. He can see right through me.
I remain silent.
“I grow impatient,” he says sternly as he picks up the remote and pushes a series of buttons. The pleasant throbbing in my nipples and clit stops abruptly and turns immediately into excruciating pain which drives me to my knees. I begin to wail as my body is racked with pain. I’m shaking uncontrollably as I double up on the floor. My tits ache horribly and my clit is on fire.
And then it stops as suddenly as it began.
“Stand up, slut, and assume the position. Why do you always have to infuriate me?” he scolds.
I have a difficult time getting up, but he waits until I am back in position. I feel horrible. My body aches all over. I wish I were dead. The only thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that my hair is growing.
The Marquis paces back and forth in front of me.
“There is a reason why I ask these questions, and since you refuse to answer me, I’ll have to make my decision without your input. Why you have to make things so difficult is beyond me.”
I’m confused. What decision? Was he really looking for an honest response? I thought for sure this was just another one of his games. After all, the Marquis does whatever he wants to me regardless of how I feel. I still think this is only one of his games.
“I have decided that Maxine will be your personal trainer. There are many things she can teach you about obedience and being a good slave.”
OH MY GOD NO! He can’t do this to me. I begin to cry uncontrollably. My worst nightmare has come true. I feel horror unspeakable.
“Don’t cry, Gwen. You had your chance to express your feelings about Mistress Maxine, but you refused. Now it is too late. You will at all times show her the utmost respect, obeying her as you obey me. You will address her as mistress. Do I make myself clear?” he asks as he stares at me enjoying the agony I am going through.
I’m paralyzed trying to understand the full impact of his words. My mind is racing. I am filled with despair.
“Do I make myself clear!” he intones as his riding crop comes down on the top of my left breast. This shocks me back to reality as he raises the crop again and smacks my right breast.
“Yes, sir,” I respond, knowing there is no other answer I can give.
“Good!”
He lowers two chains from the ceiling and attaches my wrist cuffs to them. He then raises the chains extending my arms up and out until I am fully extended, standing on my toes precariously.
“We have many matters to discuss, but I want you to take a few minutes to settle down. Claire will be in to milk you, and then Mistress Maxine will be in to see you for a few minutes. After that I’ll be back to discuss a movie that you’ll be making in the near future. It’s time that you started paying back some of what I have invested in you especially considering the added expenses I will incur now that your hair is growing. Do you have any questions?”
“No sir,” I respond feeling nothing but despair. My worst nightmare has come true.
I grow weary as I hang by my arms. It’s been over an hour. My arms and legs ache, my breasts are full and in need of milking, and my mind is in turmoil.
The door opens and Claire enters with the milking machine.
“My God, look at your head. What happened to you? It wasn’t like that this morning when I milked you.”
“No one is sure why my hair started growing again, but the Marquis is going to let it grow.”
“You will be sexier then ever with long hair. We can have a lot of fun together,” she snickers as she massages my tits.
“My, my these babies are full! I would love to play with you, slut, but unfortunately I am under a watchful eye. Nothing but business today, but you can make it up to me later.”
Claire attaches the cups to my nipples and the machine comes to life sucking on my nipples and drawing the milk out of my tits, through the clear plastic tubes, and down into the sterilized container. Claire makes some adjustments and then waits for my breasts to be drained. She runs her fingers through my short hair as she waits.
Claire puts my bra on me before leaving. I continue to hang by my arms anticipating the arrival of that bitch Maxine. I dread the thought of her having control over me. I shift my weight from one foot to the other trying to get comfortable for my legs are tired and I grow weary.
Another hour passes before I hear the door open and then close. I’m filled with dread as I hear footsteps approaching, knowing it is that bitch.
She stands before me dressed smartly in a business suit with a smirk on her face – a look of total self-satisfaction. This makes me feel even more self-conscious about my attire or lack of.
“Good afternoon, Gwen,” she hisses.
“Good afternoon, madam,” I respond.
I feel a stinging blow to my right cheek and then another to my left. I’m taken by surprise.
“You are to address me as Mistress. I think the Marquis already told you that,” she says glaring at me.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I say as I look down.
“That’s better, Gwen,” she says as she takes my face in her hands and kisses my right cheek and then my left and then buries her tongue in my mouth. Her mood swings are incredible, and I feel nothing but disgust as she probes my mouth with her tongue.
She then steps back and looks me up and down making me feel very uncomfortable.
“The Marquis told me about your new development. I must say I think I’m going to like you even better with long hair. That will give me something to hold on to when you bury your tongue in my pussy,” she chides me. “You must be growing weary hanging there by your arms. Here let me make you more comfortable.”
She pushes a button on the remote which unclasps my bra. She then removes my bra and stares at my breasts.
I feel very self-conscious and wonder how that will make me feel more comfortable. It’s my arms and legs that are aching so badly. Removing my bra only adds to my distress, and the bitch knows it.
“There. Isn’t that better,” she coos as she moves closer and places her hands on the sides of my huge breasts, rubbing and massaging them. She begins to rub my breasts seductively, and in spite of myself, I’m getting aroused. She appears to be fascinated by them.
“We’re going to get to know each other real well, Gwen, over the next few months, and you will become a very obedient slave, won’t you?”
This can’t be happening. I won’t survive this.
“Answer me, slut,” she says with venom in her voice. She grabs my nipples and twists them viciously causing me to cry out in pain.
“Yes, Mistress,” I wail trying to avoid any further abuse to my poor nipples.
She releases my nipples and steps back. She looks me in the eye. I can see the hatred on her face. She dislikes me as much as I dislike her.
“Let’s be honest with each other, slut,” she says as she puts on a pair of leather gloves. “We don’t like each other, do we?”
She then smacks the side of my left breast and then the right. My breasts sting from the blow and sway back and forth. She seems to take great delight in abusing me.
“The Marquis has hired me to train you, and I’m going to take great delight in doing just that. And you will be obedient because you have no other choice. I know you don’t like me and that makes it all the more satisfying for me. Stick out those tits”
She continues to smack my breasts – first the right one and then the left. Her blows are becoming harder and my breasts are turning red and sting from the abuse they are receiving.
“Do we understand each other?” She asks.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Do you like having your tits smacked?”
“No, Mistress,” I respond. SMACK! SMACK!
“But I like smacking your tits. It makes me feel good. Don’t you want me to feel good, Gwen?”
“Yes, Mistress.” SMACK! SMACK!
“Well then, what do you want me to do, Gwen?”
“Hit my tits, Mistress,” I reluctantly respond.
“Did I hear please?” she taunts.
“Please, hit my tits, Mistress.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She smacks first the right one and then the left one, knocking them into each other turning them redder and redder. I find the blows are numbing, and I also at the same time feel wetness in my crotch. My pussy is getting wet. I’m getting aroused by the abuse this bitch is administering to me. Oh God, no.
“Always remember that you are to do what pleases me. You must always put me first,” she says as the smacks to my breasts continue.
And then suddenly she stops, and in a demented way, I don’t want her to stop. Her demeanor changes as she removes the leather gloves.
“Now, Gwen, this is the only opportunity I’ll give you to tell me exactly how you feel about me with no reprimands or repercussions. Take advantage of this chance. It won’t present itself again.”
What do I have to lose? She is abusing me now and will continue to no matter what I say or do. Can she get any more vicious? My tits are red and aching.
“Ok Mistress Maxine, you want the truth. I’ll give it to you.”
She stands back with her arms folded, glaring at me.
“I hate your guts. I loathe you for what you did to my husband and me. You turned our lives totally upside down. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. You’re nothing but a monster,” I scream.
A silence fills the room. Mistress Maxine continues to stare at me showing absolutely no emotion.
After many minutes she speaks.
“I told you there would be no repercussions and I meant it, but be warned that from this moment on you will keep your feelings to yourself. Any outbursts or demonstrations of disrespect will be punished severely. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I sob.
“There, there. It was good for you to get it out in the open,” she says as she rubs my breasts and then lowers her lips to my breasts and begins to kiss them. Her tongue is all over my tit mounds causing my nipples to get hard and begin aching.
I don’t want her doing this to me. I hate her mouth on me, and she knows it, but at the same time I’m so aroused by her lips and tongue devouring my tits.
As she squeezes and kisses my tits, she works her way up my neck to my ear. “Isn’t that better,” she whispers in my ear.
“Yes, Mistress,” I lie. My mind is in turmoil. I hate the thought of what she is doing to me, but at the same time, I love the feelings coursing through my body. I’m such a slut.
Well, let’s get you down and then you can show me proper respect, Gwen.”
She lowers the chains and releases my cuffs. The relief is immediate as I rub my arms trying to restore the circulation.
She picks up the Marquis’s riding crop and walks over to where I am standing.
“With the little bit of time we have left, let’s begin your training before I have to leave. Down on your knees,” she commands.
My legs are stiff and aching, and I am not fast to move. The riding crop slashes across my right breast and then the left.
“When I give a command, you are to obey immediately,” she spits out.
I drop to my knees with tears in my eyes.
“Legs apart,” she says as she taps my inner thighs spreading my legs uncomfortably.
“Hands locked behind your head,” she commands as she taps my arms.
“Chest out,” she says as she taps the sides of my tits.
“Very good.” She walks around me. I can feel her eyes on me. “Your body is to always be on display. I want your tits and pussy available for service at all times. Remember, you are no more then a fuck toy. Your only mission in life is to serve the one in charge of you.”
“That wasn’t so bad, was it Gwen,” she says softly as she rubs my head. Her fingers running through my hair feels good. She is so unpredictable. Her demeanor once again has changed. One minute she’s nice and the next she is so vicious. There is no in-between. This keeps me off balance. I never know what to expect from her.
She picks up the remote and pushes several buttons. My nipples and clit begin to tingle sending wonderful sensations throughout my body. She stands in front of me and watches me intently. My pussy lips begin to pulsate and I am getting wet. I rotate my hips. I can’t help myself.
“See, I can be nice, Gwen. I’m not always a bitch.” She reaches down and tugs on the chains connecting my pussy lips. “But remember you can’t cum without permission. You have to learn self-control. And who knows, if you please me I may let you cum.”
Oh no, she’s using me again. She wants to inflict pain on me.
As I become more and more aroused, she pushes several more buttons on the remote which only increases the pleasure I am now feeling. I can also feel myself building towards an orgasm. The bitch removes her skirt revealing her naked pussy which is already wet. This whole scene has been a real turn-on for her.
She stands in front of me and rubs my head.
“You’re having all the fun, slut. That’s not fair. Eat your Mistress’s pussy,” she coos as she pushes her pussy against my mouth. “Lick me,” she commands.
My tongue travels up and down her pussy lips and then circles her clit. I hate what I’m doing but have no choice. She pulls my head closer, and I bury my tongue up her love canal. She grinds her hips smashing her cunt all over my face. My nose continually rubs back and forth against her hard clit. My face is covered with her juices. She is highly aroused and getting wetter and wetter. She smears her pussy juice in my short hair. I find this disgusting but can do nothing about it.
At the same time I am also getting closer and closer to my own climax. Oh, how I need to cum, but I can’t. The rings won’t allow me. I’ll once again be shocked, and that’s exactly what she wants, the bitch.
“That’s it baby, lick me good. Make my pussy feel good. Oooohh, the stud in your tongue feels wonderful,” she encourages me. At the same time she pushes some buttons on the remote which increases the tingling sensations in my nipples and clit driving me closer to that orgasm which I cannot have.
My mouth is everywhere as I lick and suck her pussy for all I’m worth. I don’t care any more. God I feel so good. Maybe she programmed the computer to let me cum. Oh God, I’m so close. My pussy is pulsating and dripping. I redouble my efforts as I stab my tongue deep into her pussy and then suck on her pussy lips. Her sweet nectar fills my mouth. At the same time my breasts rub against her legs further arousing me and driving me so close to a glorious climax.
“Oh yes, you little slut, you’re going to make me cum,” Mistress screams as she pushes my head harder into her wet and sopping pussy. At the same time she pushes down on the chains in my pussy lips with her foot driving me over the edge.
As Mistress Maxine screams her way through her climax, I scream in pain and agony as my nipples and clit are filled with electricity. I fall over on the floor paralyzed as my breasts shake and quiver from the electrical charges flowing through them.
“Oh my God, that was exquisite! I don’t think John ever made me cum that hard,” she taunts as she comes down from her high.
The pain in my breasts and clit slowly subside. I once again am left unfulfilled. I feel so frustrated and used. I was so close and so naïve to think that she might let me experience a much needed climax.
I lie on my back completely drained from the electrical charges that coursed through my body. My eyes fill with tears.
Mistress Maxine straddles my head and lowers her sopping pussy to my lips.
“Clean up your mess, slut!”
I obediently lick her clean. What else can I do? Tears fill my eyes knowing that she is sated and fulfilled, and I am once again frustrated and left yearning for more.
After I thoroughly clean her pussy, Mistress once again gets dressed.
“Stand up, Gwen,” she orders.
My arms are once again attached to the chains, and then she raises them even further than the Marquis had done. I stand on the very tips of my five inch heels. My feet can barely touch the floor. Already my arms ache from the strain.
She stands in front of me and places her hands on my tits. Her hands roam all over my body rekindling the fires which so recently were extinguished by excruciating pain. At the same time she kisses my neck and whispers in my ear.
“Thank you for making me cum. That felt so good,” she taunts me as she buries her tongue in my ear. “You do know I would let you cum if I could.” She continues to massage my breasts and then sucks on my nipples drawing milk into her mouth.
Reluctantly she backs off and fastens my bra in place. I am so aroused.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Gwen?” she asks.
Did I enjoy myself? Of course, I didn’t enjoy myself. Why does she toy with me like this, the bitch.
A vicious slap across my face brings me back to reality.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, slut!”
“Yes, I did,” I lie.
Another vicious slap across my face rocks my head to the side.
Yes, you did what?” she spits.
Yes, I did, Mistress,” I cry.
“That’s better, Gwen,” she says as she softly kisses my reddened cheek. “If you obey me, we’ll get along just fine. I demand obedience with no hesitation whatsoever. There are so many things I want to teach you, but unfortunately my time is up for today. The Marquis will return shortly. Until next time.”
She walks to the door and leaves.
I feel even more despair now. What have I gotten myself into? I’m not safe with this woman. She hates me as much as I hate her except she holds all the cards. There is nothing I can do to protect myself from her. I’m at her mercy. I’ll have to obey and do anything her demented mind devises. Oh God, help me. The Marquis has surrounded me with perverts.
While I am deep in
thought, the Marquis enters the room.
“Well, I hope the time you spent with Mistress Maxine was productive.”
The Marquis stands in front of me tapping his hand with his riding crop. He watches me closely as I teeter on my tiptoes, numbness just beginning to set into my arms. I move my arms, trying to fend off the numbness which causes my breasts to jiggle back and forth. I struggle to maintain balance on my tiptoes, trying to take some of the strain off my arms. The Marquis seems intrigued by my predicament and raises the chain even higher. My feet no longer touch the floor and all my weight is on my arms. I am suspended from the ceiling by my arms. It is unbearable. Why is he being so cruel? I sway slightly back and forth.
“Maxine has many good ideas for training you and teaching you true obedience. I think the time you spend with her will be very enlightening. Her methods can sometimes be unorthodox but she gets results,” he snickers as he paces back and forth in front of me.
He hits my thigh with his riding crop which causes me to flinch in pain as I sway back and forth suspended by my arms.
“Make sure you pay close attention to what I have to say, Gwen. You will soon be a movie star. Well, a porno star would probably be more accurate. If you’re not already aware, I have my own production company which is highly profitable. Marquis Productions provides a good deal of the income that allows me to live this lifestyle. The movies I make won’t be found in any store, not even in adult video stores for that matter. These movies are too, let us say, sophisticated for the general public. I have a very specialized clientele that pay extremely well for one of my videos,” he droned on obviously enjoying hearing himself speak.
“Gwen, would you like to know who your co-star is in this production?”
If he was asking me, obviously it wasn’t good news, and I’m sure it’s someone I won’t be happy with. Probably some dirty old man or some hunchback with a 15 inch cock.
“Well, do you?” he presses on.
“Yes sir, I would very much like to know,” I respond with the appropriate answer.
A smile covers his face as he looks at me hanging by my arms obviously very uncomfortable being suspended in this manner.
“Your co-star is your husband, John,” he says.
At this moment in time I can’t explain to you the impact those words had on me. Maxine was bad enough but to bring that scum back into my life was unconscionable. How could he do this to me? Why do I ask that? Should I expect anything different from the Marquis? I am so overwhelmed. I lose my composure and begin to cry. I can’t take any more.
“Why are you doing this to me? I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I can’t bear to have him near me. Please don’t do this to me,” I sob letting my emotions take over.
He seems to be pleased by my response. I think he’s getting the response from me he desired. His goal is to heap misery upon misery on me, to humiliate and debase me.
“To answer your first question, Gwen, I do this because I can. Secondly, John will be in this movie with you, and you will perform admirably because you are mine, you have no rights, and I can do with you what I choose. You gave up all rights a long time ago.”
I continue to cry knowing all is lost, but the Marquis won’t let me wallow in my self-pity.
He lowers the chains and releases my wrist cuffs. I stand on wobbly legs trying to regain the circulation in my joints.
“Assume the position, slut,” he says as he approaches me.
I spread my legs wide trying to keep my footing and clasp my hands behind my head forcing my breasts forward. The Marquis reaches between my legs and tugs on the chains attached to my labia. He at all times looks me in the eye. His fingers abandon the chains and focus on my throbbing clit. I try to maintain my composure. I feel so miserable and betrayed. This has not been a good day.
“I think it wise that this session end. Tomorrow I will give you details on the movie you will be starring in. Tonight you can take some time to internalize and come to terms with the fact that your ex-husband will be starring in this movie with you. Any questions, before I dismiss you, Gwen?” inquires the Marquis.
I stand in silence starring at him and then finally say, “No, sir.”
“Very well, your maidservants will be here to attend to you.”
That being said Evelyn and Monique are summoned to take me back to my quarters where I am then milked by Claire and allowed to enjoy a leisurely dinner. I find that I have lost my appetite considering what the future holds for me. I sit there catatonic. Everything the Marquis does is designed to humiliate me no matter how hard I try to please him. Worst of all I am turned on by the perverted acts and circumstances he places me in. Now I have to make a porn movie with the bastard that deceived me and sold me into this lifestyle. Oh God, I dread having to see him again!
I should be elated and filled with joy that my hair is growing but everything else that has happened today overshadows that.
“Time for a nice bath and then bed, Gwen,” calls Monique as she enters my chamber with Evelyn.
“Gwen looks like she needs some cheering up before bed, Monique,” says Evelyn as she approaches me.
“Yes, I heard she’s going to be a movie star,” smiles Monique.
“Stand up, Gwen, and assume the position. You know the routine,” barked Evelyn as she approaches me.
Monique walks behind me and reaches around and squeezes my tits. She leans in close and nibbles on my ear.
“So, you’re going to be in the movies. That’s too bad. The Marquis’s films are not your typical run-of-the-mill porn film. They are very high class but also extremely bizarre – designed to shock the viewer,” Monique taunts me as she whispers in my ear while nibbling on it and, at the same time, pulling my now highly aroused nipples.
Evelyn, who is in front of me, reaches down and directs her attention towards my pussy, rubbing my clit and yanking on my chains. “I wouldn’t be in one of his films for all the money in the world,” she adds.
“Well, we’ll see if we can make our little slut feel better before her bath and bed. It’s the least we can do considering the day she’s had,” Monique continues to taunt me.
Why don’t they just
leave me alone? There is just so much I
can take. Are they trying to drive me
over the edge? Does everyone have to be
so cruel all the time? The only one who
has really been decent and shown me any consideration is that dwarf with the
long tongue.
“We don’t have much time, Monique. The Marquis gave strict orders to have her in bed early tonight. I don’t want to push our luck,” says Evelyn.
“I know – not to worry. Our little Gwen can eat me out while you use the 10 inch strap-on on her. That’s always gets you off quickly,” suggests Monique.
“What a great idea! OK, Gwen, get up on the bed on your hands and knees,” orders Evelyn.
“Do we really have to do this,” I ask.
I receive a sharp slap to my face by Evelyn. Monique, still behind me, squeezes my nipples viciously, driving me to my knees.
“You are to do as commanded by any member of this household without question,” says Evelyn as she reaches down and again slaps me across the face jerking my head to the side.
With tears in my eyes and heaviness in my heart, I get up and go over to the bed getting on my hands and knees.
“That’s better, baby,” Monique says as she rubs my ass cheeks. She then gets some baby oil and pours it in the crack of my ass working it into my anus. Exhausted as I am, I am getting very aroused by all this.
Evelyn stands in front of me. I look straight ahead and see her pussy before me. She reaches down and rubs my head, running her fingers through my hair.
“God, your hair has grown since this morning! What’s gotten into you?”
Without another word she moves forward as she pulls my head towards her already wet pussy. I know what to do. I also know the consequences if I hesitate or fail to start eating her out immediately.
I stick out my tongue and run it all around her clit. Evelyn loves this as she encourages me to be more attentive to her clit and suck on it.
“That’s good, baby.”
I then run my tongue up and down between her pussy lips separating them, searching for her pussy hole. She rotates her hips as she gets hotter and hotter, groaning as I eat her pussy.
“Oh God, you’re tongue is driving me wild. I love that stud in your tongue. Don’t stop,” she moans.
At the same time Monique has strapped on the 10 inch dildo and lines it up with my anus which is now lubricated and prepared for this ungodly invasion. I should be upset but the whole situation is turning me on. I redouble my efforts and attack Evelyn’s pussy, devouring it while I push back on the tip of the long black dildo encouraging Monique to violate me with it. She begins to shove it inch by inch up my ass as I push back welcoming the intruder. My face is buried in Evelyn’s pussy, and I have to struggle to get air. My face is covered with her pussy juice. My tits hang below me swaying back and forth, slapping into each other and being pulled down by the force of gravity.
As Evelyn and Monique approach their climax, I am becoming more and more aroused. My nipples tingle and begin to leak milk and my pussy is dripping. Oh, how I need to cum, but as I approach that point, I also know that I will receive the shock of my life. I’m so frustrated. Those damn rings.
Just then Claire enters the room and walks over to the bed.
“What’s going on here? I thought Gwen was supposed to be prepared for bed early?” protests Claire.
Monique looks up with a glazed look in her eyes, obviously close to a climax from the workout her clit is getting on the dildo that is now buried to the hilt up my ass. “We’re just helping Gwen wind down from the day’s activities. You can join in if you want to, Claire,” answers Monique.
As Claire looks on drinking in the sight before her, she licks her lips. She quickly undresses and walks over to the bed. She reaches under me and starts working on my tits. Oh my God, she is driving me crazy, massaging my tits and pulling on my nipples. She soon abandons this approach and crawls under me attacking my breasts once more. She takes my left nipple in her mouth and sucks avariciously, drawing milk from my bloated tit. She then attacks my other nipple, licking and sucking and drinking the sweet nectar freely flowing from my breast. As she sucks on my nipples, her hands wander downward and find my sopping pussy. She latches on to my clit as she rubs and pulls on it.
I’m on sensual overload as every part of my body is being manipulated. I’m so close and want to cum so badly. Release is exactly what I need now, but I know there will be none. They’re using me for their own release and will revel in the pain and agony that awaits me.
Monique is driving her black cock up my ass with a vengeance, sending me forward into Evelyn’s pussy. Evelyn holds onto my head encouraging me as she humps her pussy on my tongue and face.
“Oh shit, I’m so close,” screams Monique.
“I can’t hold out much longer either,” Evelyn reacts. “That’s it. Keep sucking baby. Eat my pussy.”
Oh God I’m going to cum! I push back on the giant dildo as my nipples and clit explode. The pain is excruciating. At the same time Monique and Evelyn reach the point of no return. My face is flooded with Evelyn’s juices as she holds my face tight to her pussy and grinds my face all over it. Monique makes a final thrust up my ass as her clit explodes sending her over the edge. Both are in orgasmic bliss!
I’m convulsing in pain and agony as they release me and I fall over on my back still feeling the aftershocks of the punishment I have just received. Claire who ends up lying beside me is not through.
“Hey you’re not done yet,” she says as she straddles my head and lowers her pussy towards my mouth.
This isn’t fair. Why should I have to satisfy all of them and suffer for it?
“No! I don’t want to,” I scream.
Claire sits back and puts all her weight on my tits!
“Would you rather I do this, slut!” she retorts while grinding her ass down on my tits making me feel her full weight upon my chest.
“No! Stop it! I’ll do it,” I cry.
Claire leans forward and offers her pussy to me. I have no choice but to get her off or suffer for it. I run my tongue over her clit and then draw it into my mouth and suck on it, rubbing the stud in my tongue hard against her little hard nub. Claire moans, obviously enjoying what I’m doing to her. My tongue then travels up and down the length of her pussy separating her labia, licking her juices, and finally stabbing my tongue deep into her fuck hole. My tongue is like a cock stabbing in and out of her hole as she grinds and gyrates, encouraging me as she draws closer and closer to a climax. My mouth is all over her pussy licking and sucking.
“Oh that feels so good, baby. No one can eat me out like you do,” Claire says as she grinds her pussy on my face using my nose like a little cock to rub and push against her clit.
Suddenly she screams out and grinds her pussy into my face, faster and faster.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! I’m almost there. Suck harder. Bite my clit! Aaaaagggghhhhhh” she screams as she cums all over my face. She continues to rub her pussy all over my face.
Claire sits there for many minutes breathing heavy, totally satisfied.
Monique and Claire, who have been drawing my bath, return to the room.
“We need to get her milked and ready for bed before the Marquis finds out what’s been going on. I really don’t want to piss him off,” says Evelyn.
“Not a problem. I’ll have her milked in no time. And Gwen, of course, nothing happened here tonight, right?” Claire asks.
“No, nothing happened,” I say giving the only answer I can possibly give without suffering for it.
I am then quickly milked and prepared for bed, only to await another torturous night of stimulation and arousal which never ends as I so wish it would. I desperately need the release I crave. I would do anything.
The night proves to be a long one with my mind burdened with the many events of this day. This has been a very unfortunate day for me. It’s bad enough that the bitch Maxine is now my personal trainer, but, at the same time, to find out that the man who put me in this situation in the first place is to star with me in a bizarre porn movie is too much for my mind to comprehend. How can I cope? How can I go on?
But I will go on, and the Marquis knows it. He’s testing me. Pushing me further and further, trying to find my limits. And in a perverse way, I anticipate what the future holds. Don’t misunderstand me. I don’t welcome it or want it, but it nevertheless excites me and gets me wet. Maybe I’m nothing more than a slut. Maybe everything they say about me is true. I drift off into a disturbed sleep.
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