Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 12 _____________________________________ WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. This is a copyrighted work. Copyright 2007 by Kirk. Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites. DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental. Please! Send me your comments! Email to "Kirk" mobiguard-asstr@yahoo.com ________________________________________________________________________ _____________ ONE WEEK LATER I was in a highly agitated state. It has now been 22 days since I last had an orgasm. Maybe that's trivial to you, but to me that was made my goal in life and not of my own choosing. My clit is an ongoing source of torment to me. It is larger than ever and constantly throbbing. It is engorged and constantly stimulated by the ring in my clitoral hood. I am so frustrated and horny. My thoughts are always sexual in nature. It seems to be the only thing on my mind these days. I never used to be like this. Sometimes when I think about what I've become, I feel a sense of loss. I know that I can never return to my old life again. The old Gwen is dead forever. How ironic that everyone I know and hold near and dear to my heart now thinks that I am dead, and at the same time I am becoming dead to myself. I don't want to think about it. Sometimes this bothers me for I don't know what extremes I will go to just to satisfy the fire blazing in my loins. I don't know myself anymore. I have been allowed to recuperate from my piercings. All swelling in my tongue was totally gone, and I have gotten use to the barbells through my tongue now that Jake has returned to insert shorter rods. My vaginal piercings were also almost completely healed. They now kept me highly aroused at all times. I have been excused from my morning two mile walks until I have healed, however, I still have to complete my aerobic exercises on a daily basis. My regular milking schedule was maintained, and my milk production had increased slightly which incidentally brought great pleasure to the Marquis. Claire was a constant source of torment to me. During my milkings she often taunted me, taking great pleasure in getting me aroused and then forcing me to make her cum. Today I was prepared to meet the Marquis. I wore what has become my usual attire -wrist cuffs, collar, and, of course, my over the knee boots with five inch heels. I was really starting to love these boots. The soft, imported Italian leather felt so good against my thighs. I was also getting used to five inch heels. Walking on the toes almost felt natural now. New jewelry has been added to my attire. Three small chains connect the rings in my labia. Now whenever I walk, the chains brush against my pussy further exciting me. After being carefully inspected by Monique and Evelyn, I was taken to the Marquis's drawing room. He awaited my arrival. When I arrived, I assumed the position I had learned so well - feet spread wide and my hands locked behind my head so that my breasts were thrust forward. "My dear Gwen, how are you today?" he asked as he fondled my breasts. "The chambermaids tell me that you are often irritable. You know this is not proper behavior for a slave." Proper behavior? What the fuck do they know about proper behavior? My tongue has satisfied all of them more than once while they have left me aroused and frustrated. "I'm sorry, sir," I replied contritely. "I would hope so," he said as he twisted my nipple. "Now, let's check out your new piercings. Open your mouth." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue so the Marquis could inspect my pierced tongue. He smiled as he checked out the location of each barbell. "Ah, I must test those out later," he said. His hand then traveled down to my pussy and fondled the chains connecting the rings to my labia. He tugged on each chain lightly. My labia was swollen and sensitive as was my clit. My pussy was already dripping as he sent shivers up and down my spine. It didn't take much for me to become overcome with lust. As you can imagine, I was very highly aroused these days. He then slowly traced his finger up from my labia to my clitoris, which was throbbing and rock hard. He circled my clit with his index finger, driving me absolutely out of my mind. Unconsciously my hips moved trying to make more contact with his finger. He smacked the side of my left tit and then did the same to my right. My tits smacked into each other bloated with new milk. "Don't move! Do only what you are told to do and nothing more. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir," I quickly responded. I was being conditioned to be a mindless idiot that only did what I was told to do. Don't dare have an original thought. Don't dare move any part of your body unless you're told to do so. Just do the Marquis' bidding no matter how disgusting or perverted it may be. That's what he demanded of me. If he knew I was having these thoughts, I would be severely punished for it. "I know why you're so irritable. It's because you haven't had an orgasm in so long. Isn't that right, Gwen?" asked the Marquis tauntingly. "Yes, sir," I humbly replied. "Well, I think we can do something about that," said the Marquis as he caressed my breasts and squeezed my nipples. Oh my God, was he serious. He was up to something. The Marquis was not one to be trusted. "How would you like to cum while your pussy is wrapped around a large cock? Imagine the pleasure a large cock could give you," whispered the Marquis as he continued to fondle my breasts and run his hands up and down my body. "I would, sir," I stammered knowing I was showing too much emotion. "I thought you would, Gwen," the Marquis replied smugly. "It just so happens that a good friend of mine, Count Darius, has a slight problem. You might be the answer to that problem. Do you think you might be interested?" "I ah ah..." "Why do you hesitate? Answer me," the Marquis shrieked as he slapped my breasts. "Yes sir," I replied regretting my hesitation which brought on his wrath. He was so volatile. "That's better. Now, where was I? Oh yes, Count Darius's father is 90 years old and on his deathbed. He doesn't have very long to live since suffering a stroke just a few months ago. Actually he has become very weak and doesn't get around at all anymore these days. However, his father also has this magnificent 14 inch cock which has never fully been inserted in any woman's orifice. It is his desire before he dies to experience this once in his lifetime," explained the Marquis. I listened intently as the Marquis told this bizarre tale. He had to be crazy - a 14 inch cock! What was he thinking? This lust which was consuming me was preventing me from thinking clearly. My God, what could I do with a 14 inch cock? He didn't really expect me to take 14 inches up my pussy, did he? That would ruin me. A 14 inch cock could do some serious damage. I've had 11 inches but never 14. "Are you willing to do this, Gwen?" asked the Marquis. Did I really have a choice? There was only one answer, and he knew it. Why did he toy with me like that? "Yes, sir," I replied with tears in my eyes. "Very good, Gwen, you've made a wise choice." "Thank you, sir," I replied. "The Count's father will be arriving this afternoon. I will take you to him this evening and personally supervise the festivities." The Marquis then directed me to get on my knees, spread my legs apart, and lock my hands behind my head. Once more my huge jugs were thrust out and my pussy was exposed. "Now that we're done with business, let's test out that new studded tongue of yours," chuckled the Marquis. He quickly undressed and stood before me with his large prick looking me in the face. I became excited and licked my lips in anticipation. It had been so long since I sucked on a cock. My clit was throbbing and my pussy was leaking on to the floor, I was so aroused. I felt like a lust-crazed slut. None of this was lost on the Marquis. "You look very hungry, Gwen. Stick out your tongue and run it over the head of my cock," demanded the Marquis. I eagerly complied. He didn't have to tell me twice. Just licking his cock was really turning me on. My pussy was aching, and my clit was throbbing and so needful. I ran my tongue all over the head of his cock making sure that the barbells in my tongue teased his sensitive head. As I looked into his eyes, I could see the pleasure written all over his face. This heated me up, and I redoubled my efforts. "Yes, that's it, suck my cock you little slut," he chided. I started to take the length of his cock into my mouth making sure to rub its length with my studded tongue as it moved to the back of my mouth. My tongue was darting all over his cock as it moved in and out of my mouth. He then grabbed my bald head and shoved his cock to the back of my mouth driving it into my throat. I continued to caress his cock with my studded tongue as it traveled downward deeper into my throat. "Oh God, this feels glorious. Ah, those barbells in your tongue, what a fine idea. I may have to add more," he chuckled as he relentlessly pounded his cock into my throat. I was getting dizzy. His huge cock was continually pounding my mouth. His balls were banging up against my chin as he drove his rod deep into my throat. I was foaming at the mouth, and it was smeared all over his shaft as he continued to fuck my throat. My hands were still behind my head, and I found it hard to maintain my balance. My tits were flopping wildly on my chest oozing sweet nectar from my nipples. My clit burned and itched with desire - a desire to be touched, to be licked, to be kissed, but it remained neglected driving me out of my mind. The Marquis would soon cum in my mouth but I would not cum. I would remain fucking hot and on the verge of distraction until he allowed me the privilege of cuming in some perverted and humiliating manner. And now his pace picked up, and he was ramming deep into my throat with a vengeance. I could feel his shaft getting larger. He was about to cum. Oh God, my throat was flooded with his glorious cum. He kept cuming and cuming down my throat and into my stomach. Hmmmm. He was done. He had a contented look on his face as he withdrew his dick from my mouth. I snaked out my tongue licking him clean, not wanting to waste a precious drop of his cum. He looked down at me with a smug look on his face as I lapped and cleaned off his cock. "Ah, very nice, Gwen. Those barbells are definitely an improvement. Well, it's time for you to get ready for this evening's festivities." I was taken back to my chambers to be prepared. I was now hornier than hell. All the time that I was sucking that huge cock, I was wishing it was stuffed in my pussy. Claire met me upon my arrival. I stood with my legs spread and my hands clasped behind my head. My tits stuck out prominently ready to be milked. Claire ran her hands over my breasts tweaking my nipples and making them harder than they already were. My pussy was on fire. "I hear you've got a hot date tonight. My, my a 90-year-old man. Are you sure you can handle that?" Claire taunted as she continued to squeeze my nipples. I was overheating. She then leaned down and took my left nipple in her mouth and sucked greedily on it. She did the same to my right nipple. I couldn't take much more of this. I was so fucking hot. She took a demented pleasure in keeping me hot and horny. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her hand snaked down and flicked my clit. A soft moan escaped my lips as my clit quivered and begged for more attention. Why did she torment me like this? "Get down on your knees, you little slut," ordered Claire. I dropped to my knees with my hands still clasped behind my head. Claire took the suction cups and placed them over my nipples. The machine came to life as it sucked the sweet nectar from my engorged breasts. Claire then stood in front of me and raised her skirt revealing her naked pussy. "You know what to do. Get busy, baby," she ordered. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her pussy paying special attention to her clit. She ground her cunt into my face as I lapped and probed deeper with my tongue. "God, I love what your tongue is doing to me. Those barbells are absolutely awesome. That's it! Flick my clit with that barbell. I love it. Ooowww, that feels so good. You're driving me crazy, baby," she cooed as she continued to grind her cunt into my face while rubbing my bald head. I was so aroused. My body was one giant nerve begging for attention. I continued to eat her pussy driving my tongue deep into her fuck hole. My own pussy was quivering and leaking pussy juice on to the floor. I imagined that Claire was eating me out and burying her tongue deep into my pussy. Suddenly she grabbed my head and ground her cunt into my face. My tongue continued to snake in and out of her hole as my nose was being ground into her clit. I couldn't breathe with my face pressed so tightly against her pussy. She then tensed up and released a loud groan as she came, drenching my face in her juices. She stepped back with a satisfied smirk on her face. "I love what you do to me. You are such a nasty little slut," she whispered in my ear as her tongue snaked in and out of it. This further aroused me. I felt like I was going to burst. Maybe a 90 year old man wouldn't be so bad after all. After my milking I was bathed and had a fine dinner of filet mignon with a baked potato with sour cream. This was one of my favorite meals, and I found it very satisfying. My appetite for food was sated, but my hunger for sex raged on. Monique and Evelyn were very watchful making sure my hands didn't wander where they were not suppose to be and ready to punish me if they did. After dinner I was dressed. Black was the color of the evening. I looked in the mirror and saw a sex-starved nympho standing before me in black five inch high over the knee boots, collar, and wrist cuffs. The gold chains once again adorned my pussy tugging on my labia as a constant reminder that I had a pussy that yearned to be fucked. As I waited for the Marquis to arrive, I fantasize about that old man's 14 inch cock. Was it really 14 inches long? Could an old man really have a cock that big? Could he get it up? I got wetter and wetter as I thought about that cock ravishing my pussy. What had I become? I never used to have thoughts like this before. My thoughts were always clean and wholesome. How could I sit here and fantasize about a 90-year-old man? Have I stooped so low that I would do anything to satisfy my sexual cravings? Was there nothing I wouldn't do? Sometimes I scared myself for I knew not to what extremes I would go to put out the fire that burned in my loins and consumed me. The Marquis arrived and was dressed splendidly in a fine tuxedo. He looked me up and down examining me closely. He patted my left tit with his riding crop and then did the same to my pussy. I loved the attention he was giving me. "It looks as if you're ready for tonight's activities, Gwen. You look very desirous, and I love that look in your eyes-that look that says fuck me. You do want to be fucked, don't you?" taunted the Marquis as he patted my butt with his riding crop. As the Marquis led me down the hall by my leash, he chatted. "Count Darius's father is in a very fragile condition. Remember, he is 90 years old and not use to a great deal of physical activity at his age. Let's face it, how often does a 90-year-old have the opportunity to be serviced by a near naked voluptuous young woman with gigantic tits and a pussy that's begging to be fucked." We arrived at his room and the Marquis opened the door. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that my eyes beheld. For there lying on the divan was a little old man whose skin looked like parchment, all wrinkled and shriveled up. He looked just like a refugee from a concentration camp - all skin and bones except for one outstanding feature. Standing tall and erect was a huge cock which certainly looked 14 inches long and must have measured at least two inches in diameter. Something was wrong with this picture. That healthy cock looked so out of place on that emaciated body of the old man. I stood there with my mouth agape trying to take everything in. The Marquis tapped me on the ass with his riding crop and urged me forward into the room. The old man ogled me, looking me up and down. A smile covered his wrinkled face as he began to drool. He tried to say something but it was unintelligible. His huge cock began to quiver. "This is Gwen, and she's here to please you, Count," said the Marquis to the old man. The old man nodded never taking his eyes off of me. His cock continued to quiver. "It's time to begin, slut. I think first of all you should service his cock with your mouth," whispered the Marquis in my ear as he cupped my left breast. I looked at the old man with revulsion. After all, he was old enough to be my great-grandfather, but as I looked at his giant cock, I was strangely drawn to it like a magnet. I got down on my knees and grasped the huge phallus. My mouth salivated as I began to lick the fat head of his cock. The old man moaned, and still had that smile on his face. At that moment a man with a camcorder entered the room. I turned with a surprised look on my face. "Don't worry about him, Gwen. He's my videographer and is here to capture this event for posterity. Just go about your business." I open my mouth and took in the first three or four inches of his hard cock. I swirled my tongue, teasing his phallus with the studs in my tongue. I chewed my way down his shaft-four, five, six inches entered my mouth. Inside my mouth, the head of his cock pushed aside the tender membranes of my upper throat and tongue. His huge cock pushed my tongue flat as it neared the curve downward into my throat. The old man sighed. The vidoetographer zoomed in for a close-up. I gagged slightly and swallowed. The old man sighed again. Inside my mouth the head of his cock slid down into the opening at the top of my throat. It wormed its way into the very top of my esophagus. I pushed down on his shaft allowing it to enter my throat - nine, then ten, then eleven inches of cock disappeared from view. My nostrils flared as I fought to get air into my lungs. My chest heaved as my milk engorged breasts rose and fell on my chest. My throat was blocked by the old man's giant cock and my nostrils were my only lifeline. Now the head of his cock was well into my throat pointing downwards. I was so fucking hot! My fucking cunt was dripping. This old man had me so turned on. I could feel a bulge in my upper neck and chest as his giant cock worked its way down my throat. He moaned and sighed as his cock disappeared from sight. He stared at me with that crooked smile on his face breathing heavily. I could imagine that my throat was very tight and giving the old guy a great deal of pleasure. My face was red. I was now sweating profusely from the exertion. I began to foam at the mouth as I saw the remainder of his cock disappear from site - twelve, thirteen, fourteen inches of cock entered my throat headed for my belly. As I looked down, I saw a finger's width of cock still exposed. I pushed forward and my lips mashed flat against the old man's pubic hair. The old man was moaning continuously now. His entire fourteen inches was buried within my mouth and throat. The head of his cock was just inches above my stomach. I stayed like that for several moments, and then I slowly begin to rise up off his shaft, allowing several inches at a time emerge from between my lips. As it slid up and over the back of my tongue, I swallowed and gulped down a lungful of air. The old man was in heaven. It was written all over his face. I was breathing heavy and was highly excited. I started the downward descent again, taking his gigantic cock into my mouth and down my throat. I once again bottomed out and slowly rose up once more caressing his cock as it left my throat. The old man was breathing heavy now and foaming at the mouth. Small moans escaped from his lips. I knew this was a blow job he would not soon forget. I licked and sucked on his cock head before once again beginning the descent into my throat. I quickened my pace, impaling my mouth and throat on his cock and then retreating only to impale myself once again. My pace became faster and faster as his huge cock violated my throat time and time again. I was a crazed animal out of control. I couldn't get enough of his monster cock. I wanted it all the way in me. I wanted more. I wanted it in my belly. I was like a machine now maintaining a faster and faster pace, forcing his huge cock to its limit down my throat. Oh God, I was out of control. My body was overheating. My cunt was on fire. My clit was huge and throbbing so much it ached. My labia was swollen and stretched. My pussy dripped its juices on the floor beneath me. The old man let out a cry and tensed up. His cock, once again embedded in my throat, began to pulse and I knew he was about to cum. Then all hell broke loose. He let out a shriek, only one, and then his cock started to pump a huge load of sperm into my belly. I quickly swallowed fearing that I might choke on the massive amount of sperm spurting out of his cock. My tummy was filling up, and then all was quiet. I slowly rose off his mammoth cock until the head rested on my tongue. He was still rock hard. I couldn't believe the stamina of the old man. I looked up and saw that contented smile on his face. His eyes were closed. I stood up and looked down at his gorgeous cock. I licked my lips. He had been satisfied, but I hadn't. I was on fire. All those weeks of not cumming had taken their toll on me. I looked pleadingly at the Marquis. He came over and removed the chains connecting the rings on my labia. Chills ran up and down my spine at his touch. He eyed the Count's cock. The videographer continued to capture everything on tape. I straddled the Count and lowered my pussy on to the head of his cock. Oh my God, I was in heaven. This monster cock might rip me apart, but I would go out in bliss. The Marquis came around in front of the Count. He took the old man's wrist in his hand much as you would do when checking someone's pulse. That's exactly what he was doing. He was checking the old man's pulse. I continued to ease the head of his cock into my pussy. Oh God, that felt good. It had been much too long. I needed this so badly. "He's dead," exclaimed the Marquis as he placed his hand on his chest. "That massive orgasm must have been too much for him with his heart condition." "Oh my God," I screamed as I dismounted him and retreated into the corner. "This can't be happening. Oh God, this can't be happening." I babbled senselessly, shocked by the reality of the situation. "This old man is dead because of me," I whimpered. "The doctors had given him only a few days to live. His time had come. His son wanted him to die fulfilling a lifetime desire, to have his cock devoured by a voluptuous woman. When he saw you at the party last month and the way you serviced anyone and anything in sight, he knew you were the one. You are not to blame. You simply fulfilled an old man's dying wish." I began to settle down now that I knew the true state of affairs. My breathing leveled out, but the fire in my cunt raged on. My clit was throbbing, standing out like a little prick, and in desperate need of attention. "Why don't you continue what you started, Gwen? You know you want to, and the Count wanted it that way," whispered the Marquis in my ear as he caressed my breasts further inflaming me. I began to cry. Was he out of his mind? Fuck a dead man. What did he think I was- some kind of pervert? I was so torn. The old man was dead. You just can't have sex with a dead man. But still the fire in my loins raged on and on. "Go on, Gwen, you know you want to," taunted the Marquis as he swatted my ass with his riding crop. He was making me do this. He knew I was so aroused that I'd do just about anything to cum. He took his pleasure in abasing me, but he wanted to make it look like it was my decision. He held the solution. He could fuck me, and then there would be no decision to make. I wouldn't have to fuck a dead man with a gorgeous 14 inch cock. But that wasn't to be. If I walked away now, the fire in my pussy would rage on and on for who knows how long. I slowly walked over to the dead old man mesmerized by his gigantic cock standing up so straight and stiff. My pussy was drooling. I was so torn. And then I was overcome by lust. I straddled the old man and lowered my pussy down on the head of his cock. Oh my God, that felt so good. I lowered myself further allowing two, three, four inches of his gigantic cock to enter my cunt. Chills ran up and down my spine. I was like a she bitch in heat. This wasn't really happening. It was someone else fucking the old man. I would never do that, but it was me. I was the one lowering myself on his dead cock. I had to stop before it was too late. I couldn't do this. It wasn't right, but God it felt so good. My pussy was pulsating around the old man's stiff cock. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind. I had to have this. I needed it. I pushed down harder and five more inches of cock entered my love canal. God that felt so good. I looked up and the old man still had a smile on his face. I moved up and down on his phallus gyrating my hips, and then I suddenly impaled myself on his gigantic cock burying all 14 inches into my cunt. Yes! I felt so full. His huge dick was pressing into my cervix. The videographer caught all of it on film. I raised myself off his cock and slowly descended once more. I shivered as ripples of pleasure ran up and down my spine. I reached for my nipples, but the Marquis smacked my hand with his riding crop and ordered me to put my hands behind my head. "That's better, slut. I don't want you to take too much initiative. You were told only to ride that cock. I want to see you ride faster. Start moving that slutty cunt of yours up and down on that dick like there's no tomorrow," he screamed as he smacked my tits with his crop. He took measured blows. He bent the tip of the crop back, taking careful aim, and then letting go. SMACK. Oh God, the pain. I rode the old man's dead cock faster and faster with my tits bouncing up and down receiving vicious blows from the Marquis's crop. He was enjoying himself watching me debase myself like this. There was a volcano building in me as I rode faster and harder. I was out of control as I rammed my pussy down on the giant cock. Rivulets of pleasure coursed through my body. I was on fire and alive. Every nerve in my body was awake and sensitive. Yes! Yes! My thrusts were fast and furious as I rose and fell on the old man's fantastic dead cock. God, I was fucking a dead man, and I loved it. And then..... "Eeyeyeyeeeeeeeeeeeee, I'm cuming!" I screamed. Oh my God, I had never come like this before, wave upon wave upon wave sweeping throughout my body. It was glorious. It just continued - wave upon wave upon wave... It was over all too soon. I raised myself off the dead man's cock and stood there staring at it. The bizarreness of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I just fucked a dead man. Too what depths of depravity would I sink? I was filled with remorse and began to cry. What had I done! "Spread your legs. Get those hands locked behind your neck. Don't forget your manners," he hissed as he circled me. "Yes, sir," I replied. "Well, that was quite a show you put on. I hope you're feeling better - two down and one to go." "I don't understand, sir" I questioned not knowing what he meant. "What don't you understand, Gwen? I explained it all to you earlier. You were to please him three ways. You've done two so far with one yet to go. What is there to understand?" he said angrily. He couldn't be serious. He couldn't really expect me to take him anally. I only fucked him because I was so worked up and not thinking straight. I couldn't do that. "You hesitate!" he said as he looked at me hitting his palm with the riding crop. "Maybe I'm asking too much of you," he said. I breathed a sigh of relief. "All right, you don't have to be taken anally, however we can't leave him like this. You'll at least have to clean up the mess you made. You can at least clean off his dick with your mouth." I knew it was too good to be true. It wasn't over after all. "Let's make haste. Down on your knees, now," commanded the Marquis. I sank to my knees and stared at the gigantic prick in front of me. It was so big and so thick and so hard. I was mesmerized. I licked the head of the dead man's dick, taking my juices into my mouth. The videographer again came in for a close-up. Meanwhile the Marquis was busy spreading K-Y jelly on my anus as he inserted his finger up my ass. I was getting aroused again as I continued to lick up and down the length of the old man's giant cock. It was so big. My clit was throbbing, and I once again felt the heat building in my loins. I feverishly licked the giant cock as the Marquis worked two fingers up my ass. The fire built within me. God that felt good. With every lick I took, it stoked the embers burning within me. I worked feverishly on the huge cock taking time to lick the balls which were now growing cold. The Marquis had three fingers up my ass and was sawing in and out of me. He knew what he was doing. He knew he would get his way. All he had to do was get me hot enough, and he knew I'd impale myself on that fucking dead cock. "That's enough, Gwen. It's time to end this little party," said the Marquis as he pulled me to my feet. I hesitated as I looked longingly at the huge 14 inch cock. The Marquis rubbed my ass and then trailed his finger up and down the crack of my ass. "Are you having second thoughts, my dear," whispered the Marquis in my ear. He did this to me. He built me up once more to fever pitch. He knew I needed a cock badly. He'd have his way. "Would you like me to grease that giant cock for you?" Asked the Marquis. "Yes," I replied meekly. He laughed an evil laugh as he went over to the old dead man and spread K-Y jelly all over his giant 14 inch cock. What was wrong with me? My mind was in such a turmoil. This was so wrong. I couldn't do this. It was not right. It went against everything I'd ever been brought up to believe. Oh God help me. "He's ready for you, Gwen," he said. The videographer got into position. I'd reached the point of no return. I was once more on fire as I hesitantly walked over to the corpse not able to look at the old man's face. I couldn't help myself. I lowered my ass onto the head of his huge 14 inch cock trying to gain entrance but not meeting with any success. I pushed harder and my anal sphincter began to give under the pressure. I pushed even harder, and finally the head of his cock broke through into my anus. I felt so full. I also felt so ashamed of myself. I found myself totally disgusting. I pushed harder and worked his fucking cock further into my rectum - five inches, six inches, seven inches, eight inches. I felt so full. I rode the eight inches of cock up and down trying to loosen up my passage for further violation. How could I ever look at myself in the mirror again? I remembered to lock my hands behind my head to avoid being chastised by the Marquis. As I rode the old man's dead cock, my breasts bounced obscenely up and down on my chest out of control. The Marquis again used my chest for target practice, taking measured blows at first my right tit and then my left one. He then sucked my nipples into his mouth drawing milk. He offered some to the videographer who took a short break to feast on the milk flowing from my tits. As my rectum opened, more and more of his fucking prick was invading me. 12 inches of prick was now buried up my ass and threatening to enter my colon. I felt so full, but I had a demented desire to go on. I wanted all 14 inches buried up my ass. I wanted that cock to go where no other cock had gone before. I was totally out of control. My lust filled mind was as demented and depraved as the Marquis. I raised myself up so that only a couple inches of this monster cock was penetrating my anus, and then I dropped myself down driving all fourteen inches of cock into my bowels. Oh my God, I think something ripped, but I didn't care. I screamed! I think his cock was in my colon. It felt so fucking good. I began to slowly ride his cock up and down sending chills up and down the length of my spine. My pace increased driving that 14 inch monster faster and harder up my ass. I was out of control, and the Marquis continued to smack my defenseless breasts with his riding crop. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Yes, hit me harder. Beat my fucking tits, you bastard. I wanted it. I loved it! I deserved it. I deserved to be whipped unmercifully for what I was now doing. The videographer captured all on tape. Then the Marquis dropped his crop and ripped open his pants exposing his cock. His cock was hard and pulsing as he approached, forcing me to lean back so that he could drive his cock up and into my pulsating pussy. Yes, fuck my cunt. For the last three weeks or so I couldn't get anyone to pay any attention to my poor pussy. Now my pussy and my ass were filled with cock. I was so full. I could feel both cocks rubbing against each other. It felt so good. I never wanted it to end. The Marquis took long strokes driving his massive tool into me up to the hilt. Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster! Really give it to me. I needed to be punished for what I was doing. Oh God, it was happening; like a volcano all hell broke loose. I had a massive orgasm and my body shook uncontrollably. The Marquis came in my pussy at the same time. My pussy was being filled with his cum for the first time since I was taken captive. I continued to ride both cocks. Finally the Marquis withdrew his cock from my cunt. I continued fucking the 14 inch cock with abandon. I was a crazed lust-driven slut. The Marquis finally stopped me and lifted me off of the huge phallus. "No! No! Let me have more! Please! It's still hard," I moaned. "That's enough, Gwen. That's quite enough," said the Marquis. The chambermaids were summoned, and I was taken back to my quarters totally exhausted and spent. I was physically and emotionally drained. But more than that, I had crossed a line from which I could never return. I am so ashamed. God forgive me for what I have done. I took a long shower and then relaxed in the whirlpool trying to gather my thoughts. I didn't really want to think right now for my thoughts were becoming suicidal. The fire in my pussy cat been abated for now, but there was no telling when it would flare up once again into a roaring inferno. I was disturbed and dismayed by my behavior this evening - actually by my behavior in general. I knew I was manipulated by the Marquis and really didn't have too many options, but it disturbed me that I consciously chose to ride that old man's 14 inch cock. Even though I was not allowed many choices, that choice was mine and that was what bothered me the most. I could have walked away without putting his 14 inch cock up my ass, but I didn't. I chose sexual gratification over salvaging any semblance of dignity or self-worth. The other thing that bothered me was my language. Since I have been held captive by the Marquis, my language has become much more vulgar. I think nothing of using words like cunt, pussy, cock, and tits now. I would never utter such profanity as little as two months ago. But now these words were becoming an intricate part of my vocabulary, and I liked using them. I wanted to use them. They seemed to define my sexuality and what I was becoming and that bothered me. What does tomorrow hold for me? I feared that the Marquis would come up with some new diabolical plan to further debase and transform me to his liking - to dehumanize me and turn me into a creature of lust - to bury me further into the abyss. I was no longer the person I use to be.