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 The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 13

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   I couldn't stop thinking about last night and the bizarre events with
Count Darius's father.  It should bother me more, but it doesn't.  All I
can visualize is that large 14 inch cock penetrating my throat and
threatening to enter my belly.

   Maybe they're all right; maybe I am nothing but a slut.  A slut is
defined as "a woman considered sexually promiscuous." Well, I suppose you
could consider me promiscuous, but certainly it wasn't by choice. 
Promiscuous is defined as one who is "indiscriminate in the choice of
sexual partners." Well, I've had a wide range of sexual partners from the
dwarves, to women, to black men, to dead men, and who knows what else
awaits me in the future.  I'm a slut but not by choice.

   The Marquis summoned me at 10:00 AM.  After my usual morning routine and
morning milking, I was prepared to meet him.  Royal blue was the color of
the day.  This one I had never seen before.  My boots were a shiny royal
blue with the customary five inch heels.  Again matching collar and wrist
cuffs set off my attire.  I looked in the mirror as Monique made a final
adjustments to my collar.  I got wet just looking at my own reflection.  It
seemed odd that since my capture I hadn't worn any clothes at all, only
this attire.

   The heat is building in my loins.  My clit is hard and throbbing and
begging for attention.  My pussy quivers with the chains draped across my
labia.  It was my hope that the fire would be quenched for a few days
rather than only a few hours.  I suspect I might be a nympho or that
somehow in this short period of time I have evolved into a nympho.  Maybe
the Marquis's bizarre treatment of me has triggered something latent or
deep-seated in my psyche.

   I arrived at the Marquis's sitting room at the appointed time.  He
seemed pleased to see me.  There was another man with him.  This guy looked
like a geek.  He wore thick rimmed glasses and had a pen holder in his
pocket.  He also had a laptop computer and some other equipment with him.
His jaw dropped open when I entered the room.

   "Good morning, Gwen," the Marquis greeted me.  It was strange.  At times
he almost seemed glad to see me and treated me like an old friend rather
than a slave and a low life.

   "Good morning, sir," I responded avoiding eye contact with him.

   I assumed the position with my legs spread, and my hands locked behind
my head thrusting my huge breasts out.  I seemed to be having an affect on
the new person.  There was a bulge in his pants.  I wondered how big he
was. Oh God, stop thinking like that.  I liked the fact that I was having
this affect on him.

   "I hope you have recovered sufficiently from last night," whispered the
Marquis in my ear.

   "Yes, sir," I responded as he fondled my breasts.

   "This is good.  Count Darius was very pleased with the outcome of last
night's activities and indicated to me this morning that he enjoyed the
tapes very much.  His father passed away a happy man," the Marquis added as
his hand slipped down to feel my pussy.

   He saw the tapes.  Oh my God, he saw what I did to his father!

   "Well, anyway, we'll discuss that at length later."

   The Marquis called the other man.  He walked over and stood in front of
me with his mouth agape.  I ran my tongue over my lips when the Marquis
wasn't looking.

   "Ray, this is Gwen.  Is she not everything I said she was?" the Marquis
said to Ray.

   "She certainly is, sir," he said as he gawked at me unable to take his
eyes off my breasts.  I moved my arms slightly causing my breasts to
shimmer.  I thought Ray's eyes were going to bug out of his head.

   "Gwen, Ray Dawson is my chief engineer in charge of research and
development.  He and his team have developed some technology, more
specifically nanotechnology, that will have a great impact on you.  He has
done some groundbreaking research in this area," explained the Marquis.

   What on earth was nanotechnology?  I had a puzzled look on my face.

   "Is something bothering you, Gwen?" the Marquis enquired.

   I was not sure whether to respond or not.

   "Well, is something bothering you," he again asked with a hint of
irritation in his voice.

   Does it really matter?  Does he really care what I think?  I better say
something before he really gets mad.

   "It's just that I don't know what nanotechnology is," I stammered.

   "Is that all," the Marquis responded.  "Explain it to her Ray so she
will better understand what we're going to do to her."

   "Well, Miss Gwen, nanotechnology is a relatively new technology for
creating devices up to 1000 times smaller than the current generation of
MEMS devices.  Devices as small as one millionth of a meter," explained
Ray. "Now, the devices we developed for you aren't quite that small, at
least not in a perfected form yet, but still fairly small based on today's
standards."

   I had no idea what he was talking about!  Devices?  For me?

   He opened a small box that contained three rings made out of what looked
like a very fine or thin filament.  They were the thickness of fine thread,
actually thinner.

   "These were developed for you, Miss Gwen.  The smaller one is for your
clitoris, and the two larger ones are for your nipples," he explained.

   Oh great, more jewelry, but these are so small you could hardly see
them.

   "Explain to her what they do, Ray," said the Marquis.

   "Certainly, sir.  All three rings do basically the same thing," Ray
explained as he stared at my huge breasts.  "They first of all have a
monitoring function.  They monitor your pulse, blood pressure, and can even
tell us when you peak and are about to have a climax.

   "Their second function is to emit electrical impulses.  These rings can
induce an orgasm of varying intensity and depth by varying the degree and
intensity of those impulses.  On the other hand we can also apply a painful
shock to your system by increasing and intensifying electrical impulses.

   "Of course, these devices are wireless and can be programmed to
implement a number of complicated programs and routines.  This makes them
dynamic and adaptable to the Marquis's wishes and desires.  If he needs to
illicit an immediate response, he can use this remote," Ray explains as he
held up a small silver remote control.

   I found this confusing.  Could technology have advanced this far so
quickly?  It almost sounded like something out of a science fiction movie.

   "That's it, my dear in a nutshell," said the Marquis.  "We no longer
will have to closely monitor your actions.  The rings will do that for us.
If for example you stimulate yourself and a change is noted in your vital
signs, a shock will be sent through your system that is quite painful. 
It's all programmed into the rings, that and many more programming
routines."

   This had to be the most diabolical plan yet to take control of me.  If
all that he said was true, he could mold be into anything he desired.  He
could totally control me anytime and anywhere.

   "I'm going to leave you with Ray for awhile so that he can install the
rings.  I will be back shortly to discuss further modifications," said the
Marquis as he headed for the door.

   Ray was still staring at my tits.  Once the Marquis left, he placed his
hands on my breasts and began to squeeze them

   "I've never seen breasts this large.  They are so big," he said as he
continued to squeeze and knead my breasts.  His fingers traveled down to my
nipples, and he proceeded to squeeze them between his thumb and forefinger.


   "Your nipples are huge, but just the right size for your new rings.  The
rings will be placed at the back of your nipple so as not to interfere with
your milk ducts.  You'll feel a slight burning sensation as they contract
slightly and imbed themselves in your nipples.  You won't even see them
after that.  It will be as if they're not even there," he explained as he
continued to squeeze my nipples.  He was mesmerized by my breasts.

   "My God, Miss Gwen, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,"
he said as he ogled my large breasts.

   Forcing himself to focus, he then took the rings and placed one on each
nipple pushing them all the way to the back of the nipple.  He spent a
great deal of time making sure they were placed correctly.  He then pushed
a button on the remote, and I felt a slight burning sensation around the
ring.  When I looked down, they were not even visible.  Oh my God, this was
unbelievable.

   "Now, we'll do the same thing to your clitoris, Miss Gwen," he said as
he dropped to his knees and took my clit in his hand.

   My clit was already hard and throbbing.  It really didn't need much
stimulation at this point, but he continued to rub it anyway, and then he
boldly stuck out his tongue and licked it.  A shiver traveled up my spine,
and I pushed my clit into his face.  He backed off.

   "Why don't you lick it some more, Ray," I suggested.

   "The Marquis said you were a hot slut," he said as he placed the
remaining smaller ring over my clit.  He then pushed a button on the
remote, and again I felt a slight burning sensation around the ring.  I
couldn't look down but I was sure it had disappeared just like the others.

   He stood up and placed his hands on the sides of my massive boobs.  He
pushed them in forming a deep cleavage.  As he continued to do this, he
said, "I now need to demonstrate for you how the rings work.  They are
already monitoring your vital signs so let's concentrate on the electrical
impulses they emit.  Would you like to see first how they can bring you to
a climax or how they can shock you?" he asked.

   "Oh, I don't like shocks at all, but I would love to come to a climax,"
I said flirtingly to him.  I loved toying with this computer nerd.

   "OK, a climax it is, Miss Gwen.  Now remember, this climax is manually
induced.  It can also be programmed into the rings to occur automatically,"
he explained.

   He pushed a button on the remote, and I felt a slight tingle in my
nipples and my clit.  This sensation built and emanated out encompassing
first my pussy and then my breasts.  It felt wonderful as my breasts
tingled and my nipples grew even harder and more sensitive.  My pussy lips
were throbbing as I got wetter and wetter.  I was shaken with an extremely
intense orgasm.  It seemed to blossom out from my belly and groin.  I had a
hard time standing, and finally fell to my knees overwhelmed by the
sensations.  It stopped as quickly as it began.

   I trembled as I sat back on my knees feeling flushed and drained of all
energy.  After a few minutes I got up feeling a warm glow all over.

   Ray walked up to me and massaged my breasts working his way down to my
nipples.  He applied pressure as he said, "Was that good for you?"

   "Oh God, yes, Ray," I said still trembling.  "I love this new
technology."

   "I'm glad you enjoyed that, Miss Gwen.  Unfortunately, the electrical
shock treatment isn't as pleasant.  But don't worry; I'll give you only a
moderate shock just to show you what the rings are capable of doing," he
said as he reluctantly removed his hands from my breasts.

   I found it hard to believe that three little rings could produce any
kind of electrical shock.  It just didn't make any sense.

   He pushed another button on the remote.  Suddenly, I was doubled over in
pain as a sharp electrical shock coursed through my body.  My head felt
like it was going to explode, the pain was so intense.  I fell to my knees
unable to stand.  My pussy and belly felt like they were on fire.  I
screamed in pain.  I doubled up on my side.  Then suddenly the pain
stopped.

   I was in shock.  I was breathing heavily trying to get air into my
lungs. My breasts heaved up and down on my chest.  I lay on my back trying
to gain my composure.

   Ray walked over to me with a concerned look on his face.

   "I'm so sorry I had to do that to you, Miss Gwen, but it was the
Marquis's orders.  That was just the moderate level.  If you want, I can
show you a higher setting," he said.

   I couldn't tell whether he was serious or just joking.

   "Oh God, no Ray.  I think I get the picture.  No more demonstrations are
necessary," I said looking up at him with pleading eyes.  He had a strange
sense of humor.  I could see he enjoyed debasing and humiliating me as much
as the Marquis did.

   "I sure do like your tits.  They are so large.  I've never seen tits
that big before.  Well, only in magazines and on the Internet.  I always
wondered how it would feel to have my dick nestled between a big pair of
hooters like yours, Miss Gwen," he said as he fumbled with the remote.

   He then has his pants down and off in a flash.

   He straddled my chest and put his cock between my breasts.  He then
squeezed them together.

   "Stop it, Ray.  You have no right..." I stopped in mid-sentence as he
held up the remote threateningly.  I reluctantly stuck out my chest to give
him better access.

   His cock was average in size maybe six or six and a half inches.  It was
lost in my huge fucking tits.  As he squeezed my tits together gripping
them by the nipples, milk squirted out coating my breasts and making a
slippery path for his cock.  He moaned as he thrust his cock between my
globes.

   "Wow, this is unbelievable.  These puppies are so large and soft and
look at that milk.  He leaned down and caught my right nipple in his mouth
and sucked on it greedily drawing milk out of my breast and down his
throat. He then continued to thrust his cock in my valley.

   In spite of myself, I was getting aroused.  My clit was hard and
throbbing.  I was starting to get wet.

   Suddenly his cock jerked and sprayed cum all over my tits.  I grabbed
his cock and began to stroke it directing his shots of cum into my mouth.
God, he didn't last long.  I then sat up and licked the head of his cock
and took his meager six and a half inches into my mouth in one gulp.  I
rotated my tongue around his shaft exciting him with my studs as his dick
shrunk almost down to nothing.

   At that moment the Marquis walked into the room.

   "Well, Ray, it looks like you're finished.  Excellent.  Are you having
fun with our little slut?" asked the Marquis.

   Ray quickly rose and put on his pants.  I stood and assumed the
position, my tits still covered with Ray's cum.

   "You're a mess.  Your tits are all covered with cum," he said in
disgust.

   "I'll take care of it, sir," said Ray.

   Ray immediately began cleaning my breasts with his tongue, licking every
inch of my mammoth tits.  My clit throbbed and the heat built in my loins.
The Marquis went over to his cabinet and came back with a paddle.  This
leather paddle was about 15 inches long and 2 inches wide.  It appeared to
be very flexible.

   He stood behind me, reared back, and smacked me on my left cheek.  This
unexpected blow pushed me forward further burying Ray's face in my breasts.
He continued to lick and suck my tits.

   The Marquis continued to rein blows upon my defenseless ass.  My cheeks
began to turn red and heated up more and more with the sting of each blow.
At the same time my pussy heated up in a different way and began to get
wet. The fucking pain was turning me on.

   "Mr.  de Sade, now might be a good time to try out one of our program
routines," said Ray with a gleam in his eye.

   Mr.  de Sade!  He addressed the Marquis as Mr.  de Sade.  Could the
Marquis be related to that libertine that lived so many years ago, the
Marquis de Sade!

   "Ah, Gwen, you look perplexed.  I think I know what you might be
thinking, and the answer is yes.  The Marquis de Sade was my great, great,
great grandfather, but we'll discuss that at length later.  For now let's
continue with the fun and games.  Ray, that's an excellent idea.  Let's run
the routine," said the Marquis.

   Ray went over to his laptop and typed in some commands on the keyboard.

   "We're all set.  It should kick in momentarily," he said to the Marquis.

   Ray came back and continue to work on my breasts.  He sucked my nipples
drinking the sweet nectar that flowed from them.  The Marquis continued to
rein blows down upon my already reddened ass.  I was experiencing pleasure
and pain at the same time.

   Now suddenly there was a pulsating in my breasts.  It was as if two
vibrators were massaging my breasts.  The feeling was exquisite.  And now I
felt a similar feeling in my clit.  It was almost as if a clit vibrator was
being applied to my sensitive nub.  I was in heaven.  The Marquis continued
to land blows upon my ass driving me forward into Ray's face.  I moved my
fucking huge tits back and forth in Ray's face encouraging him to devour
them.  He needed little encouragement.  His mouth and tongue were
everywhere sucking and biting my massive mounds.

   I couldn't take any more.  I exploded into an all-consuming climax.  My
back arched and my legs quivered as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed
through my body.  Ray began to smack my breasts laying stinging blows upon
them with his bare hands.  My breasts danced on my chest as he beat them,
and the pulsating continued to encompass my breasts at the same time
sending waves of pleasure through my mammaries.

   The Marquis had deserted my ass and was now kneeling in front of me with
his riding crop.  He was laying stinging blows upon my clit, but the
wonderful pulsating in my clit continued.  I didn't know whether to laugh
or scream.  The mixture of pleasure and pain drove me over the edge and I
climaxed again.  My body was shaking uncontrollably as pleasure coursed
through my entire being.  I collapsed against Ray, and he lowered me to my
knees.  He went to his laptop and typed in some commands.  The waves of
pleasure ceased.

   I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath.  I was drained.  I'd
never experienced anything like that before.

   "Well, it looks as if the rings are functioning properly," said the
Marquis.  "Stand up, slut, and assume the proper position."

   I rose, spread my legs, and locked my hands behind my head.  I was still
shaking from the experiences of the past hour.

   "One thing I've noticed, Gwen, is that you are carrying around a great
deal of additional weight now that your breasts are producing milk.  This
puts a strain on the muscle tissue in your breasts which will eventually
result in your breasts sagging.  One thing I don't want, and I'm sure you
don't either, are sagging breasts.  There is nothing that turns me off more
than a pair of drooping tits.  Ray and his team have developed a special
bra to remedy this situation," said the Marquis.

   "This is only a prototype.  We need to fit this to Miss Gwen and make
final adjustments.  Then this prototype can be used to produce the actual
bras she will be wearing," Ray said to the Marquis.

   They acted as if I wasn't even here.  They discussed me like I was a
piece of meat.

   Ray fit the bra to me.  He seemed to enjoy this, taking time to squeeze
my nipples at every opportunity.  Each cup consisted of three panels with
the clasp located in front.  The bra straps were very thin, no more than a
quarter of an inch wide.

   "It appears to be a good fit," said Ray as he squeezed my breasts.

   "Excellent," said the Marquis.  "Explain to the little slut why this bra
is so special."

   "Well, first of all, the panels adjust the amount of support based on
the weight of your breasts.  Right now you are receiving ideal support
based on the weight of each breast.  As the weight of your breasts increase
due to lactation, the panels will adjust support accordingly, providing
perfectly balanced support.  The panels also have built in vibrators that
can massage your breasts," Ray said as he pressed a button on the small
silver remote.  The panels came to life kneading and massaging my breasts.
It was almost like having another pair of hands.  He pressed the button
again and it stopped.

   "In addition, the panels can also deliver an electrical charge to your
breasts," Ray said as he looked at the Marquis.

   The Marquis nodded his head, and Ray pressed another button on the
remote.

   My tits I exploded in excruciating pain as electricity coursed through
my mounds.  I fell to my knees grasping my tits trying to rip the damn
contraption off.  Oh my God, how that hurt.  It immediately ceased when Ray
pressed the button again.

   He continued as if nothing had happens.  I've just been shot full of
electricity!

   "You probably noticed that the electrical charge you received from your
bra is quite different than the one your nipple rings deliver.  This charge
is more concentrated in your breasts where the nipple charge is designed to
encompass your whole nervous system," explained Ray.

   No shit, Sherlock!  I think I know!  It's my tits that were dancing with
over 100 volts of electricity.

   "Of course, all of these functions, as with your clitoral and nipple
rings, are controlled from our server as well as manually from this remote.
We can go mobile and use the laptop for more complicated routines when
we're away from the mansion," Ray continued while I still clutched my
breasts in pain.

   The Count brought over a mirror.

   "Well, slut, what do you think of your new attire?" he asked.

   I looked in the mirror and noticed that the bra had a very low scoop to
it.  My nipples and areolas were completely exposed - a very nice effect,
especially if you want to look like a slut.  I was displaying a massive
amount of cleavage for my tits now sat high on my chest with the side
panels compressing and supporting them.

   "Do you like it, Gwen?" the Marquis asked.

   "Yes, sir, very much so," I replied.

   "Good, we'll have them made up in the correct fabric and colors to match
your wardrobe.  For now, you can wear this prototype.  You've turned out to
be quite an expensive investment.  Soon you'll need to start paying your
way," he laughed as he chided me.

   I didn't like the way he said that for somehow I believed he meant it
when he said I was going to have to pay my way.

   I returned to my chambers for I was well overdue for milking.  Claire
awaited me with the milking machine set up and ready to go.  I assumed the
position ready for milking and grateful that the pressure that I felt
building in my bloated breasts would soon be relieved.

   Claire walked around me eyeing my new bra.  She stood behind me and
cupped my large tits as she whispered in my ear.

   "I love your new bra, Gwen.  It has a way of showing off your boobs that
gets me oh so hot," she whispered as she tongued my ear.  "I love the way
it caresses your huge puppies showing a line of cleavage that just seems to
go on forever."

   She was now kissing my neck and getting me so hot.  Her hands roamed up
and down my body always coming back to caress my bra encased breasts and to
tweak my aching nipples.

   She moved around in front of me and cupped my pussy.

   "I've heard you've been a very busy girl.  This pussy of yours has been
getting a lot of attention lately," she whispered in my ear as she
continued to finger my pussy and then squeeze my already hard clit.  I was
getting so fucking hot and turned on.  Claire had a way of doing that to
me.

   "I heard last night that you just kept cuming and cuming and cuming. 
This little pussy got quite a workout," she taunted me as she stuck her
tongue in my ear and nibbled on my ear lobe.  I was getting hotter and
hotter as she worked three fingers up my cunt.

   "I'm getting jealous, Gwen.  I think it's time I made you cum, too,"
said Claire.

   Oh God, no, not with those new rings on.  They won't let me come to a
climax, but they will shock the hell out of me.

   "I don't think you should do that, madam.  I really need to be milked,"
I said contritely.

   "Are you telling me what to do, slut?" Claire spited out as she removed
her fingers from my pussy and grabbed my nipples and squeezed them hard.

   "Oh no, madam," I responded quickly.

   "I didn't think so.  I'll let it go this time, little slut, but next
time watch what you say and watch your tone of voice.  If I want you to
cum, you'll cum.  And I do want you to cum, right now," she spit out as she
reinserts her fingers in my pussy.

   "Doesn't that feel good, baby," she cooed in my ear.

   "Oh, yes, madam," I replied.  What else could I say although it did feel
good.

   She then slowly kissed her way down my neck, over the curves of my
breasts, further down past my belly button until her tongue found my clit.
She teased my clit with her tongue while she squeezed a fourth finger up my
tight cunt.  My body was on fire, and I was racing towards a massive
climax.

   My mind was in turmoil because I knew that a climax would never come.  I
would reach that point of no return and just before going over the edge I
would be jolted back to reality with an electrical shock that would course
throughout my body.  Claire new this and that's why she continued to work
my poor pussy at a feverish pace.  In her own demented way she wanted to
hurt me and use me for her own amusement.

   Claire's tongue was everywhere.  She began by sucking on my clit and
then running her tongue up and down the lips of my labia.  Once more she
returned to my clit driving me to new heights.  I groan my pussy into her
mouth urging her on, motivated by my own lust.

   I didn't care anymore.  This was glorious.  My whole body was on fire,
and I wanted to cum.  Maybe those rings didn't really work.  Maybe a shock
wouldn't course throughout my body.  Maybe they only worked at close range.
I just didn't care.  I wanted to cum.  I wanted to cum so badly.  Push your
fucking fingers up my cunt, Claire.  Push harder.

   "Oooooww, you are so hot, baby.  I can tell you are close.  You really
want to cum, don't you?" taunted Claire.

   "Oh yes, madam.  I need to cum so badly," I moaned.

   "I hope what they say about those rings isn't true.  I would hate to see
your poor little body jolted with all that electricity," snickered Claire
as she redoubled her efforts flicking my clit with her tongue and ramming
her four fingers up my cunt.

   Oh God, I was so close.  The pressure was building in my pussy and I was
ready to explode.  Oh yes!  Oh yes!  I was going to cum!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!

   Then suddenly there was a shock to my system as excruciating pain
coursed through my nipples and my sensitive clit forcing me to my knees.  I
had a hard time breathing, the pain was so numbing.  I began to cry praying
for relief.  The pain stopped as quickly as it began, and I said there on
the floor sobbing, trying to catch my breath as my body tried to recover.

   Claire stood there watching me with a smirk on her face.  She was
obviously taking great pleasure in seeing me suffer.

   "I'm so sorry, baby.  Well, I guess those rings really do work.  That
was quite a jolt you took," she said in a low taunting tone as she kissed
my bald head.  "If I had only known."

   Claire knew exactly what she was doing.  She was such a bitch.

   "But we need to get down to business.  Stand up, put your hands behind
your neck, and get ready to be milked," she said in her businesslike tone.

   I get up with great difficulty with my body still aching and trying to
recover from the jolt of electricity.  I placed my hands behind my neck and
thrusted out my bra encased tits.  Claire attached the suction cups, pushed
the button, and the machine came to life.  Milk began to flow from my
nipples.  At the same time the side panels of my new bra began to compress
and contract aiding in the milking process.  My tits looked as if they had
a life of their own with my nipples being sucked by the cups and my tit
meat being squeezed by my living bra.  The feeling was not unpleasant, and
I began to recover from my shocking experience.

   That evening no devices were attached to me as I was secured to my bed
for the night.  Only one of my ankles was secured to the bed for the new
rings that were implanted on my body, never to be removed, would do the
work as I would soon find out.

   I was left alone for the night as I thought about the implications of
all that has happened to me today.  The Marquis was methodically changing
me physically, mentally, and emotionally through every means and device he
had at his disposal.  I was becoming his vision of a woman, no matter how
bizarre or demented that vision might be.  He would go to any extreme to
mold me to that vision.  His use of those rings that were implanted in my
nipples and clitoris, what he called nanotechnology, was proof of that.

   I feared what tomorrow would bring.  Finding out today that the Marquis
was the great, great, great grandson of the notorious Marquis de Sade was
very disturbing.  It was no comfort knowing the Marquis was charting my
future.  What new devious plans were in the making?  How would he further
debase and humiliate me?  How much more abuse could my poor body stand? 
These questions tormented me as my clit suddenly came alive and began to
vibrate.  A pulsating sensation was now spreading throughout my naked
breasts.  I was once more beginning that climb towards the peak.  I was not
even allowed to rest at night.  A tear escaped my eye and traveled down my
cheek as my clit throbbed and my pussy begged to be filled.