The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 17

 

 

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The next morning after my milking, exercise, and bath, I am prepared to once again meet with the Marquis.  From what I overhear, the Marquis has a full day planned for me and my chambermaids are all business.  To the casual observer it would be hard to believe that these are the same women who used and abused me last night.

 

Today I am dressed in red.  My wardrobe isn’t very exciting and you can almost predict what I’m wearing.  Over the knee boots, wrist cuffs, and, of course, a matching patented bra providing much needed support for my DD breasts.  A mini skirt has also been added to my ensemble.

 

After I am dressed, Dr. Shakiro arrives with Nurse Jones, the blonde bimbo. He examines my head and measures the length of my hair.

 

“Nurse Jones, date the chart for today and enter 2 ¼ inches. Make a notation that yesterday morning her hair was an inch long. It’s growing at a phenomenal rate. We’ll continue to chart the growth every morning for the next week.  By then we should see a pattern and be able to accurately predict future growth,” explains Shakiro.

 

“Yes, doctor,” Jones responds with her flirtatious look on her face.

 

After Shakiro leaves, I am immediate taken to the Marquis. He anxiously awaits my arrival.  He’s all business and wants to get started.  I dread what this day holds for me.

 

I enter and assume the position, spreading my legs as wide as I can in this mini skirt, and locking my hands behind my head.

 

“You look ravishing this morning, Gwen.  I take it you spent a restful night?” he inquires.

 

A restful night?  Are you kidding?  Last night was anything but restful.

 

Ignoring my lack of response, he walks over and examines my head. 

 

“That is truly amazing!  How could your hair possibly grow that fast? I’ll need to get a hairdresser much sooner than I expected.”

 

My hair has grown considerably since yesterday.  I wonder if the shocks I receive have anything to do with it. 

 

“Well, anyway, let me tell you a little bit about the movie you’ll be making.  Are you curious at all, Gwen,” he asks.

 

“Oh yes, sir, actually very much so,” I answer.

 

“Well, good. I’m glad to see you taking an interest in these endeavors,” he replies.

 

“I know I’m yours to command, but I do have one request, if I may be so bold,” I stammer.

 

“A request?” he muses. “Well, let’s here it,” he continues with irritation in his voice.

 

I’m regretting that I impulsively said this to begin with. I know it will get me absolutely nowhere, but at least I can say I tried.

 

“Well, sir, I request that John be replaced in the movie by someone else,” I say hesitantly.

 

The Marquis stares at me, almost looking through me as he contemplates his reply.  I thought his reaction would have been immediate and swift, but it isn’t.  He can be so volatile. 

 

“I’ll take that request under consideration after we’ve gone over the details of your theatrical debut and you have met with John,” he states.

 

This was much more than I hoped for, but I didn’t realize I had to meet with that bastard today.  I was filled with a glimmer of hope at his words.  Maybe there was some compassion in the Marquis after all.

 

“Is that all right with you, my dear?” he asks.

 

“Oh, yes sir, thank you,” I respond meaning every word.

 

“Very good!  Well, let’s talk a little bit about your movie.  Not only do you star in this movie, Gwen, the movie is about you.  It’s a biography, if you will, beginning when you were first taken captive and showing your transformation and the ordeals you have gone through with a little bit of fiction thrown in for good measure and a few contrived circumstances, of course.”

 

He’s making a biography of me?

 

“I have film footage of when you were first taken and all the changes that have come about including your piercings, your breast augmentation and resulting milk production, your piercings, Dr. Shakiro’s extension of your clit, the loss of all your body hair, your adventures with the dwarves, your special adventure with Dopey, and the list goes on.  Everything was captured on hidden camera, and let us not forget the wonderful tape that was made of you and Count Darius’s father.  This will all be included in the movie and more.  My clients will be begging for more of you after seeing the video we put together,” he explains.

 

He can’t be serious.  My shame and humiliation is to be laid out for the entire world to see?  Everyone is to see me degraded and transformed into what I am now?  Oh God, this can’t be.  He plans to bare my soul to the world so they can feast on my humiliation and suffering.

 

“We’ll call this movie ‘The Misadventures of Gwen.’  What do you think, my dear?” he asks knowing full well what my reaction will be.

 

“Why are you doing this to me?  I have done everything you have asked of me?” I plead.

 

The Marquis backhands my left cheek and then my right.  I break down in tears.

 

“You ungrateful slut! I have done everything for you! I have even entertained your request to replace your husband in the movie.  I demand obedience.  You belong to me. How dare you question me,” he screams.

 

I’m sobbing hysterically unable to bring myself under control.  Why must my cruel transformation be recorded and documented?  Isn’t it bad enough that I had to suffer though it? 

 

The Marquis paces back and forth waiting for me to settle down.  After some minutes he walks over to me and pushes a button on the remote.  The clasp on my bra opens, and he removes my bra. He’s probably going to abuse my breasts as retribution.

 

He circles my left areole with his index finger causing my nipple to harden and stick out a full inch and a quarter.  He repeats the action on my right areole. My nipples are so hard and throbbing.  He then pushes another button on the remote and my nipples come alive with pleasurable vibrations emanating from them and spreading throughout my breasts.  Oh God, it feels so good.

 

I gain my composure and stop crying.  My pussy is getting wet and my clit now extends out of its hood, hard and pulsing.  That little nub is begging for attention. Begging for someone to take it in their mouth and suck and nibble on it.

 

The Marquis runs his hands lightly all over my breasts adding to the wonderful feeling spreading throughout my body.  Oh God, how I would love to cum right now.  My hips begin to move in small circles as I get hotter and hotter.  There’s an itch in my cunt that needs to be satisfied.  I’m so fucking hot.  I’m such a slut.

 

In my present condition, it doesn’t take much to get me aroused.  I would love to take the Marquis’s cock and shove it up my pussy, riding him to orgasm.  A fine sweat breaks out on my tits as I become hotter and hotter. 

 

And then abruptly everything stops.  All sensation is gone.  I want more, but there is no more.

 

“May I continue?” asks the Marquis with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

 

“Yes sir,” I respond as if I had any say in the matter.  I stand there hot and horny wanting only to cum.

 

“My clientele are very particular.  They don’t go for long and elaborate story lines.  They want action, and that’s exactly what we’ll give them.  We’ll use narration to fill in necessary detail and to set up the scenes, but most of the movie is you in action.  For example, in the scene with Count Darius’s father, the viewers will know that he is on his deathbed and you are there at the Marquis’s request, but that’s all the background information they really need.  Your encounter with the old man tells the story, and that’s what they’re interested in.  Do you understand what I’m saying, Gwen?” he asks as if my opinion really matters.

 

“I think so, sir,” I respond.

 

“Good!  This movie will prove to be my most ambitious undertaking!”

 

I’m still hot all over.  My nipples and clit throb. I need release. It would have been better if he whipped me or beat me with his paddle.  This is far crueler and he knows it. I find it hard to concentrate on what he’s saying.

 

“Are you alright, Gwen?  You look a little flushed,” he says as he places his hands on my breasts and squeezes.  He continues to squeeze my breasts fanning the fires burning within, stoking up the flames once more. 

 

“I’m fine, sir,” I lie.

 

He knows I’m lying.  He knows what he’s doing to me.  He knows I’m a horny little slut because that’s what he’s turned me in to.  He knows I would do just about anything to cum right now.  There’s no telling what he’ll have me doing in this movie.

 

He then lifts my skirt and looks at my now drenched pussy.

 

“My, we have a mess down there.  Claire can clean you up when she comes in to milk you.  And you’re clit is really standing at attention,” he says as he runs his index finger across my clit sending tremors up and down my spine.

 

He runs his finger over my clit once again, and I shake uncontrollably.

 

He leans in close and whispers in my ear, “You’re a horny little slut, Gwen, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes sir,” I respond.

 

Nibbling on my ear he continues, “Say it! Tell me what you are.”

 

“I’m a horny little slut.  I’m your horny little, slut, sir,” I say.

 

“What does my horny little slut want me to do to her?” he asks.

 

I’m getting so hot.  He has me so aroused.  I can feel the warmth of his body close to me as he continues to nibble on my ear, brushing his chest against my hard sensitive nipples.

 

“Your horny little slut wants you to fuck me with your big hard cock,” I answer.

 

He backs away slowly with a smile on his face.

 

“Well, there isn’t time for that right now.  You need to be milked, and then we’ll be meeting with your husband.”

 

The cruel bastard.  I’m so aroused and frustrated.  Why can’t he just let me cum!  

 

He attaches my wrist cuffs to the overhead chain and raises my arms upward until I am standing on my toes.

 

“There! That should keep you out of trouble.”

 

He calls for Claire who arrives promptly.  I could faintly hear words exchanged between them.

 

“Tend to your duties and nothing else,” he orders.

 

“Forgive me, Marquis, have there been complaints?” Claire inquires.

 

“If you’re insinuating that Miss Gwen has complained about your improprieties, I can assure you that’s the farthest thing from the truth.  I have many means at my disposal.  There is very little that goes on within these walls that escape me.  And for the record, if Miss Gwen had complained and there were repercussions, I can assure you that the individual responsible would pay dearly.  Am I making myself clear?”  

 

“Perfectly, sir,” Claire replies meekly and then curtsies.

 

“Carry on and be quick about it,” he retorts.

 

I am milked with no incident and very little conversation between Claire and myself.  It was evident that the Marquis’s words had an effect on her.

 

I hang by my now aching arms for over an hour alone, left to my thoughts.  I dread the meeting that is soon to take place.  I hate John so much.  He sentenced me to this lifestyle.  If he didn’t love me any more, all he had to do was divorce me.  I would have let him go.  I was never vindictive and would never try to hold on to someone who didn’t want me.  But no, divorce was not enough.  Instead he had to alter the course of my life, and the worse part is that he knew of the Marquis’s reputation.  He knew what the Marquis would do to me, and he didn’t care.  I hate him so much.  The thought of him makes my skin crawl!

 

All these thoughts run through my mind as I hang from the chain waiting for the return of the Marquis. And I can’t help but believe that the Marquis purposely left me alone for this long period of time to do just that. 

 

I didn’t have much longer to wait as the door suddenly opens.

 

A thought suddenly occurs to me. John is going to see me like this, hanging by these damn chains.  Why did the Marquis leave me in such a compromising position?  He could at least have allowed me some dignity for this meeting.

 

“Well, Gwen, I see that Claire has finished.  There is someone here to see you,” says the Marquis as he walks around in front of me.  Following close by and standing beside him is John, my fucking husband.

 

“I don’t believe it.  I thought you were dead.  The reports said your car went over a ravine,” he says as he looks on in disbelief.

 

I stare at him trying to control myself.  I refuse to say anything.  Tears well up in my eyes.

 

“Well, obviously, John, Gwen is alive and well and hanging out with me,” the Marquis snickers as he pats John on the back.

 

The Marquis lowers the chain and releases my wrists.  I am now standing on my five inch heels, trying to restore circulation to my arms.  He picks up the remote, pushes a button, and the catch on my bra opens.  I look down incredulously as it opens.

 

“Remove your bra, Gwen, and make yourself comfortable,” commands the Marquis.

 

The look on his face tells me that it would be wise for me to comply to his wishes with no argument.  I pull the cups back releasing my tits and finish removing my bra.  I now stand before them only in my over the knee boots, mini skirt, and wrist cuffs.  John stares at me mesmerized by my awesome tits.  Obviously he likes what he sees.  Good, let him suffer for I won’t willingly do anything with him.  I’ve already decided that.  The Marquis can push me just so far.  I must salvage some remnant of my dignity.

 

“It might be good, John, if you explain to Gwen what motivated you to sell her into slavery in the first place,” says the Marquis.

 

John looks uncomfortable and embarrassed.  I can see this is awkward for him.  What I don’t understand is why he has come back here. Why hasn’t he commented about my hair?  Wait, he never knew I was bald. Has it really been that long?

 

“Yes, you’re right.  Gwen, you deserve an explanation.  I know you probably hate me, but I would at least like you to know why I did what I did.  Understand I’m not trying to condone or justify what happened.  I just want you to know the true state of affairs,” says John.

 

“Gwen, you are at liberty to react or ask any questions you choose.  There will be no repercussions,” adds the Marquis.

 

Why is he allowing me this freedom?  This is so out of character for the Marquis.

 

“Where do I start?  There is so much you don’t know about me,” says John.

 

“No kidding, you bastard.  I know nothing about you,” I spit out feeling nothing but contempt for this excuse for a man.

 

“I understand how you must feel?”

 

“Oh, I’m sure you do.  Look at me.  Look at what I’ve become.  You think you understand?”

 

“Just let me explain what happened,” he pleads.

 

“Sure, go ahead but it really doesn’t matter now anyway,” I say.

 

He stands close to be and I feel awkward.  For the first time in a great while I’m conscious of my nakedness.  It never bothered me before but with him it does.

 

“You never knew it, but I had a gambling problem, Gwen.  I should say I have a gambling problem.  I got myself in a bind when I borrowed money from a loan shark with the promise to repay him within 30 days.  I thought my new system was foolproof, and I knew I could easily turn that money into even bigger bucks.  Then I would be able to give you the nice things you so much deserve,” he says.

 

“What are you talking about?  Gambling problem?”

 

“I’m a gambler, a compulsive gambler, and now I know it’s a sickness like alcoholism.  Unfortunately, it’s too late.  The damage is done.  I lost all their money and couldn’t make payment.  They got real nasty, beat up on me, and gave me 48 hours to come up with the money or I was history.  I knew they weren’t kidding.”

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?  Why didn’t you come to me for help?  I’m your wife.  We could have worked something out.  I could have contacted daddy.  He would have given me the money,” I sobbed.

 

“Your father already thought of me as a loser.  I just couldn’t do that.  Instead, this woman, who I met at the race track, told me she might be able to arrange a way out for me.  That’s when she told me about the Marquis and put me in contact with him.”

 

“You mean Maxine?” I ask.

 

“Yes.”

 

“I thought she was your new girlfriend.”

 

“No, not really although we did sleep together a few times,” he mumbles with his head down.

 

“So you see, Gwen, I offered John a way to pay his debt to these gangsters.  $100,000 to pay them off in exchange for you.  He had no other choice but to take my offer or probably end up dead in some back alley,” adds the Marquis.

 

“You had other options, but you chose to sacrifice me to save yourself,” I cry.

 

“All I’m doing is trying to explain to you what happened.  I’m not saying that what I did was right.”

 

Oh God, how selfish of him.  He should have told me.  We could have worked through this together. We could have gone to the police.  There were so many other options.

 

“Why are you here now?  Don’t you know that I hate and despise you? Don’t you know that I never want to see you again?  Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to stand here before you like this?  For you to see me like this?”

 

“Yes, I know, Gwen, but I have no choice,” he mummers.

 

“What do you mean you have no choice?” I ask.

 

“I had a relapse and accumulated more gambling debts,” he mutters.

 

“You already sold me.  Being here does you no good.”

 

“The Marquis has offered me another $100,000 to pay off my debt if I will make this movie for him.  I had no choice.  If I don’t come up with the money by next Friday, I’m dead,” he says.

 

“So once again you’re willing to sacrifice me to save your fucking hide.  What a pathetic excuse for a man you are!” I spit out.

 

I can’t believe this.  He came back here to get himself out of a bind.  I find it hard to catch my breath.  I find all of this so hard to believe.  I can’t stand the sight of him. 

 

The Marquis pulls up a chair and tells John to sit down.   He then walks over to me, and in front of John, begins to tease my nipples.  I’m so embarrassed.  He humiliates me so.

 

“See how hard her nipples get, John.  Notice how long they are – an inch and a quarter.  They’re very sensitive, aren’t they Gwen,” the Marquis asks.

 

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

 

“If you lift her skirt, you’ll also see that her pussy is already wet and dripping.  And notice how big her clit is.  Go on, take a look,” urges the Marquis.

 

How disgusting! 

 

John gets up and lifts my skirt to take a look.  He stares at my pussy and reaches out to touch my clit.

 

“Don’t touch me, you bastard!” I scream.

 

The Marquis backhands me across the right cheek and then the left, bringing me back to reality.  That was a mistake. I defied the Marquis in front of a guest.

 

“That behavior is totally inappropriate and will not be tolerated,” he retorts.

 

I cry feeling helpless, totally defenseless, and unprotected.

 

“Get in position now!” he orders.

 

I spread my legs and place my hands behind my head.  The Marquis rips the skirt off of me.

 

“This won’t be needed.  I was being too considerate allowing you to wear it in the first place.  Sit down, John, and feast your eyes on her pussy.”

 

Oh God, the shame I feel.

 

“Gwen, I want you to walk over to John, remove his slacks, and give him the best blow job he’s ever had,” the Marquis orders.

 

“I won’t do that, sir,” I say defying the Marquis.  “You said you would consider my request.  Please do that now. I beg you, please.”

 

I cry uncontrollably.

 

The Marquis picks up the remote.  I know what’s coming, and I brace myself for the shocks that will soon course through my body.  He walks in front of me maintaining his composure, showing a great deal of self-control.  Suddenly, my nipples begin to tingle and grow harder as my tits are filled with such a wonderful feeling.  Next my clit is tingling and vibrating as the embedded ring comes to life.  I get aroused quickly, but I don’t want to.  My mind is in turmoil but my body is on fire.

 

“OK Gwen, you win.  I’ll send him away.  He won’t make the movie with you.”

 

I breathe a sigh of relief.  I may have to make this movie but at least he’ll be out of my life.

 

“But understand that if you insist that John leaves, you’re signing his death warrant.  For as sure as the sun rises in the morning, those loan sharks will not let him off the hook.  His debt must be paid one way or another. With no way to pay back the money he owes, he’ll pay with his life. And you’ll have to live knowing that because of you he died.”

 

Goddammit, how can he put this on me?  How can he leave John’s fate in my hands?

 

“Make certain that’s what you want.  If you can live with that fine, but if by chance, you change your mind within the next 5 minutes, you are to do as I asked you to do.  Do you understand, Gwen? ” he asks.

 

I begin to shake uncontrollably.  I am filled with such anxiety.  How can I condemn him to death?  How can I live with that on my conscience?  Yes, he betrayed me, and I hate him for that, but I can’t live knowing that I sent him to his death.  The Marquis manipulated me.  He knows I won’t let the bastard die.  He knows I’ll get down on my knees and suck the son-of-a-bitch’s cock. 

 

The minutes pass as my mind is in turmoil.  The battle in my mind rages on.  I don’t care about him.  Let him die.  I owe him nothing. I was a good wife.  He betrayed me.

 

“One minute remains before John leaves, Gwen,” says the Marquis.

 

John looks scared as the seconds tick away.  What choice do I have? As the tingling in my nipples and clit increase, my pussy begins to drip.  The fire in my loins rage on out of control. I slowly walk towards John and drop down on my knees in front of him.  The thought of what I have to do revolts me. I moan in lust as much as in disgust at the act I must perform.

 

“A wise choice, Gwen.  The cameramen are here to film this for our movie.  Do as I direct you to do.  I want this done right!” he again takes charge.

 

A tear flows down my cheek as the Marquis directs me to undo John’s belt and remove his slacks.  I slowly do as the Marquis bids.  He’s now naked from the waist down and his cock is hard.  I’m on my knees in front of him staring at his cock. I find it repulsive!

 

“OK, Gwen, take John’s cock in your hands and stroke it as you look up at him,” directs the Marquis.

 

I slowly reach for his cock with a trembling hand and reluctantly stroke it as I force myself to look up at him.  His cock grows harder in my hand as I continue to stroke it.

 

“That’s good! Now, still looking at him, run your tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip,” directs the Marquis.

 

I’m paralyzed.  How can I do this? 

 

“Gwen!”

 

Oh how I loathe this.  I do as directed running my tongue up the length of his fucking cock.  I repeat this several times.  The pleasure John feels is written all over his face.  He’s enjoying this too much, and I’m doing all of the work.

 

“Good. Now run your tongue all over the head of his cock, and start to moan as you do this.”

 

I lick the bulbous head of his cock, tempted to bite it off, but I don’t.  I moan to please the Marquis.  Precum leaks from the head of John’s cock which I’m forced to taste.

 

The wonderful tingling sensations still course through my body getting me hotter and hotter.  I’m a slut on fire.  As I lick the head of his cock, the task is becoming less distasteful.

 

“Great! Now take his cock and run it around your nipples.  Remember to look up at him seductively!”

 

The cameramen move in as I take his cock and run it all over my nipples. God that feels so good.  I look up at John as I lick my lips. I smear his precum all over my nipples.  This is turning me on so much, but I don’t want to be turned on by this bastard. I imagine what it would be like to have his cock rammed up my pussy, driving me to orgasm after orgasm.

 

I lick his cock some more taking the initiative and then running it up and down between my cleavage.  Milk begins to seep from my nipples, and I smear it all over John’s cock.  I then take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck.  John moans. His cock is now at the back of my throat, and I push letting it enter my throat.  I can feel the head of his cock massaging the walls of my throat, coating my throat with his precum.   John is breathing heavier and moaning as I take the last inch of his cock into my throat.  My lips brush up against his pubic hair.  God his cock feels so good in my throat.

 

“Very nice, Gwen.  Now move your head back and forth allowing John’s cock to explore your throat and move those tits seductively.”

 

I do as the Marquis directs, and then slowly back off withdrawing his cock from my throat until just the head is in my mouth.  Then I again begin the slow descent, taking him all the way back into my throat.  

 

I’m so hot now and close to my own orgasm.  I try to block out John and just concentrate on his cock as a separate entity.  My mouth is now moving up and down his long shaft, taking him deep each time.   My pace increases as I become highly aroused and so close to a climax. And then John’s cock explodes in my throat dumping load upon load of cum in my belly.  I swallow trying to keep up with the flow of his sperm. 

 

As my tummy is filled, I reach my own peak and “aaaagggggggggggg” excruciating pain shoots through my highly sensitive clit and nipples causing me to convulse as John’s cock is still buried in my throat.  Electricity flows through my body as the convulsions continue.  My mouth impaled on his cock, I shake uncontrollably.

 

“Holy shit, I can feel tingling throughout my cock,” John exclaims.

 

John withdraws his cock as I roll over on my back still shaking and breathing heavily trying to catch my breath and recover from the pain racking my body.  Tears well up in my eyes as my frustration builds.  I tremble uncontrollably.

 

“Gwen, you know you’re not allowed to cum.  I thought you could better control yourself especially considering who you are giving a blow job.  How could you get off sucking on the cock of a man who you hate and despise so much?  Are you that much of a slut?”

 

I lay here listening to him belittle and degrade me in front of John.  John looks down at me with a smile on his face.  I’m so ashamed of myself.

 

“Clean up your mess, Gwen,” John orders.

 

I’m paralyzed and can’t believe what I’m hearing. Did I hear right?  Was he ordering me to clean his cock?  What right does he have to do that?  He should be grateful that I didn’t have him sent off, left to the mercy of those loan sharks.

 

“Do as you’re told, Gwen!” orders the Marquis.

 

“But…”

 

“There are no buts! Do as you are told. Crawl over to John and clean his cock!”

 

I get on my hands and knees and crawl over to John.  I hate him so much. I take his cock and lick it clean as he looks down on me with a smirk on his face.  He then helps me up and whispers in my ear, “I am so much looking forward to working with you on this movie. If today was any indication of what’s to come, we’re going to have a hell of a time.”

 

I was tricked.  The Marquis knew I wouldn’t send John to his death.  He counted on it. He used and manipulated me, and I was too stupid to see it until it was too late.

 

John fondles my breasts as tears once again well up in my eyes.  I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

 

“Well, today has been very productive.  This will be a nice addition to the ‘Misadventures of Gwen.’  Don’t you think so, John?”

 

“Oh yes, sir, it certainly will,” smiles John.

 

“Rest up. Tomorrow is another day.  I’ll call an attendant to show you to your quarters.”

 

After John leaves, the Marquis directs his attention to me.

 

“You need to be milked, Gwen.  Claire will be here shortly. Anything to say?”

 

“I was tricked!” I stammer.

 

“I gave you a choice.  You made your own decision.”

 

“You knew I wouldn’t send him to his death!”

 

“The decision was yours to make.  You’ll have to live with it! No one twisted your arm. No one told you to crawl over to him like a slut and suck his cock.  You did that on your own.”

 

I fell silent. He was right. I should have seen through his manipulations.  It was my own fault. Damn him!

 

“Put your hands behind your back! That’s right. I want those bloated tits sticking out!”

 

He then rears back and smacks my left tit on the side knocking it into my right tit.  He repeated this, rearing back and smacking my right tit setting it in motion.  As he talks to me, he alternates his blows to first the left tit and then the right. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

“I don’t like your attitude lately, Gwen.  I’ve been lenient with you, but your boldness is getting out of control.  You need some discipline.”

 

The blows continue. SMACK! SMACK!

 

“I especially don’t appreciate being defied by you in front of my guests. This is never to happen again or you will suffer the consequences.  Do I make myself clear?”

 

“Yes sir. Forgive me,” I stammer as the blows to my tits continue.

 

My breasts are turning red and the incessant blows to my tits produce a heat that emanates from them.  I find that the pain is becoming duller as my nipples have grown rock hard and my clit is throbbing.  I’m getting wet! Milk is escaping my nipples as the blows continue. 

 

I’m getting lightheaded, but he won’t stop.  I thrust my tits out welcoming the blows that rein down upon my breasts.  ‘Harder! Harder! Hit me harder!’  I want to scream but dare not. I’m getting wetter.  My cunt is dripping. There’s an itch in my cunt that won’t go away.  It’s more insistent. I need a cock up my cunt fucking me.  My clit throbs so much it hurts. I try rubbing my legs together but he kicks my feel apart forcing me to maintain a wide stance.  And the blows continue until I can’t take any more. I need to cum!  I want to cum!

 

“Aaaaaaggggghhhhh” I fall to my knees as the shock hits me first in the nipples and then in my clit.  I shake uncontrollably as once more my body is filled with excruciating pain. I lay there sobbing in pain, cradling my breasts.

 

“You disgust me,” he spits out with venom in his voice.

 

Claire is summoned and takes me back to my quarters where I am milked and then fed.  After a bath, I am put to bed early in preparation for another long day.

 

This has not been a good day for me. I behaved poorly and made some foolish decisions that I will have to live with.  Worst of all I’ll have to make this movie with that bastard, and I have only myself to blame for that.  If only I had it all to do over again, but I don’t.

 

I’m exhausted but too aroused to fall asleep.  My breasts are red and ache.  My nipples are still hard and my clit aches as the tingling starts up.  Oh God, not tonight.

 

I fall off into a fitful sleep until I am awakened in the middle of the night to be milked only to fall off once more into a restless sleep.