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 The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 16

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   Chapter 16

   The next day brought more of the same.  My morning routine was once
again difficult for me to get through not only because of the sheer
exhaustion I was feeling but also because of my mental state.  The physical
and mental abuse was taking a toll on me, and the knowledge that the bitch
Maxine had her way with me left me feeling more vulnerable and helpless
than ever.  I could endure just about anything the Marquis dished out, but
that woman, the one who stole my husband, made my blood run cold.  But
still I must obey her or suffer for it, and I knew she would love for me to
revolt and be disobedient.  I think she purposely hoped for that so that
she could do me even more physical and psychological harm.  I must be
careful not to give her cause to further abuse me.  Hopefully, I've seen
the last of her for awhile.

   Today I met with the Marquis which I found a relief after what I
suffered through yesterday at the hands of the Count and that slut Maxine.
I thought the Count would have been a little more gracious considering what
I did for his father but that wasn't the case.  Humiliating me and making
me suffer was what delighted him and turned him on.

   My morning walk was exhausting, considering the events of yesterday. 
After I was bathed, Evelyn was toweling me down when she suddenly gasped.

   "Monique, come here.  You must see this," she said as she examined my
head.

   "What's the matter?" complained Monique.

   "Look at Gwen's head," she said.

   "Oh my God, that's not possible!" shrieked Monique.  "There's no way.  I
didn't see that this morning."

   "Neither did I.  Wouldn't we have noticed it earlier?"

   "Yes, of course.  We better inform the Marquis immediately," Monique
said in a panic.

   "Yes, he must be told now.  I'll go get him," said Evelyn.

   What was going on?  What had they discovered?  I grew anxious as they
discussed me as if I wasn't even there.  Did I dare ask?

   "Monique, what's the matter?" I asked timidly.

   "It's best that I say nothing until the Marquis arrives," she answered.

   That's not what I expected to hear.  In the meantime Monique finished
drying me and applying my make-up.  I then got dressed.  I stood there in
my subservient position until the Marquis arrived.  My stomach was in knots
and I didn't know why.  My heart was racing as I anticipated what the
problem might be.  Something was happening to me, and they wouldn't tell me
what it was.  It couldn't be lice.  I had no hair.  What could it possibly
be?

   The Marquis entered my chambers, walking directly over to me.  He said
nothing as he examined my head.  It almost felt as if he was manipulating
hairs on my head, but that wasn't possible.  The process they used on me
was irreversible.

   "Have you said anything to Gwen?" asked the Marquis.

   "No, sir, I thought it was best to wait until you got here," answered
Monique.

   "Yes, well, probably a wise move.  I want Dr.  Shakiro summoned
immediately.  Call him on your way out, ladies," said the Marquis.

   "Yes, sir."

   Monique and Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief as they turned to leave.  I
was left alone with the Marquis.  I felt like an observer.  They talked and
acted as if I didn't exist.  Something was happening to me, and I wanted to
know.

   The Marquis paced back and forth in front of me.

   "You're probably wondering what this is all about," said the Marquis.

   "Yes, sir," I responded, trying not to appear too anxious.

   "Well, it seems that the impossible is happening."

   "The impossible, sir?" I asked.

   "Yes, the impossible, Gwen.  Your hair is growing back."

   "My hair, sir?"

   Could this really be happening?  Could my hair actually be growing back?
Oh my God, this was wonderful news.  How I would love to have long hair
again!

   Why was I kidding myself?  The Marquis wouldn't allow that to happen. 
He'd simply repeat the process again.

   Dr.  Shakiro came rushing into the room.

   "What's the problem, Marquis?"

   "That's what I would like to know, Ben.  I thought this process was
irreversible?" said the Marquis, pointing to my head.

   "It is!  Let me see.  There must be a mistake!" stammered Dr.  Shakiro
as he stared at my head in disbelief.

   "The hair on her head is real!" stated the Marquis.

   Dr.  Shakiro thoroughly examined my head.  I could see the surprised
look on his face as he checked my scalp and pulled on the hairs.

   "Have you examined the rest of her body?" asked the doctor.

   "No, of course not.  As soon as I found out, I sent for you."

   Dr.  Shakiro then removed my bra and began to examine my breasts.  He
squeezed and separated them, looking closely as he pulled on my nipples and
ran his fingers around my areolas.  I would think he would examine other
parts of my body which were more prone to grow hair.

   He then worked his way down examining my abdomen until he reached my
clit.  By now he was on his knees, tugging and pulling on my large clit,
further exciting me while he looked for any sign of hair growing in my
pubic region.

   He closely examined my pussy lips, pulling and separating them to look
for any sign of telltale growth in that region.  All he managed to do was
get me so fucking hot that I wanted to cum all over his hands.  My hips
began to move involuntarily as I became more highly aroused.

   Thank God he was finally done, and he got up.  My pussy was sopping wet
and my nipples were hard.  My clit was throbbing.  I was a mess.  What I
need was a nice stiff cock rammed up my pussy until I came.

   "There is absolutely no sign of hair anywhere else on her body," stated
the good doctor.  The Marquis and Dr.  Shakiro moved away as they continued
to discuss my condition.  I could easily hear what they were saying.

   "How could this happen, Ben" asked the Marquis.

   "I don't know.  Nothing like this has ever happened before.  The cream
destroys the hair follicles making it impossible for hair to ever grow back
again."

   "But is has grown."

   "Yes, it has, but remember there are many variables here that I have no
control over.  You have her equipped with those rings in her nipples and
clit that are constantly sending impulses throughout her system.  Maybe the
electrical impulses in some way have reversed the process.  I don't know."

   "I suppose that's a possibility," said the Marquis.

   "I'll take her immediately to my office and begin the process again. 
Possible a more concentrated form of the debilitating cream is necessary."

   "I'm not so sure that's what I want to do."

   "What!"

   "I'm reconsidering, Ben."

   I'd never felt so excited in all my life.  Could it be that I would once
again have long beautiful hair.  Oh how I would love that!  Oh God, yes,
reconsider, please!

   "I thought you wanted her bald to humiliate her!"

   "I did have her bald, and I did humiliate her!  It was a devastating
experience for her, but she was stunning with that long blonde hair flowing
down her back."

   "Well, of course, the decision is yours, sir."

   "Yes, it is, and I can always have her hair removed again at a later
date."

   "Yes, true."

   "And have her suffer the same humiliation over again!  Do you see what
I'm getting at?"

   "Yes, I do.  You are more devious then your great, great grandfather,"
chuckled Shakiro.

   "On the other hand, I may just let her keep her long blonde tresses,"
added the Marquis.

   I was feeling such despair only this morning, but now I was filled with
new hope that at least the one thing I loved and prided myself in would be
returned to me.

   "Can you explain the rapid growth?  Her hair is already almost an inch
long, and there was nothing there this morning during her morning walk. 
The chambermaids swear they saw no growth until after her bath this
morning."

   "I wish I had an answer for you, but I don't.  Like I said, there is so
much happening to her.  I firmly believe it has something to do with the
technology you have implanted in her."

   "Do you think her hair will continue to grow at this rate?"

   "We need to monitor it closely for the next few days to see exactly how
fast her hair grows.  The fact that it has grown almost an inch since this
morning is amazing in itself."

   "Very well, I'll leave that to you," answered the Marquis.

   The discussion ended and the doctor left.  I was still trying to
comprehend all that had happened this morning.  How I would love to see
what I look like.

   It was almost as if the Marquis was reading my mind.  He walked me over
to the full length mirror and let me stand before it.

   I gasped as I saw a different person looking back at me in the mirror.
This person had short blonde hair, not the unbecoming bald head.  I
couldn't believe it was me.

   "Well, what do you think, Gwen?" asked the Marquis as he reached around
and squeezed my nipples.

   I moaned as his caresses caused my clit to throb.

   "Would you like to keep your hair or should I have it removed today?"

   "Whatever pleases you, sir," I forced myself to say, knowing that this
is what he wanted to hear.

   "Very good, Gwen.  You play the game well," he chuckled.

   "Of course, you'll keep your hair.  If it continues to grow at this
rate, you'll have long golden tresses reaching down your back before the
month is out.  Only time will tell," he said as he continued to squeeze my
nipples and kiss my neck.

   "Yes, sir," I answered, feeling joy unspeakable as he got me hotter and
hotter.

   His hands trailed down my sides and caressed my ass before they worked
their way around to my hard throbbing clit.  I was on fire.

   "Of course, I'll have to hire a full time hairdresser to take care of
your new found hair.  I want my little slut to always look her best," he
said.

   I pushed forward trying to make better contact with his hands which were
exploring my pussy.  I wanted to cum so badly.  It had been so long.  Yes,
stick your fingers in my pussy.

   And then he abruptly stopped.

   "I think that's enough, Gwen.  We don't want you to get so worked up
that you get shocked, do we?"

   He handed me my bra.  I was so frustrated.  He got such pleasure out of
making me suffer.  All I wanted was one orgasm.

   "On second thought, leave your bra off.  Just lock your hands behind
your neck for now," he ordered.

   "You are exquisite, my dear," he said as he circled behind me and ran
his hands up my thighs.  His hands moved further up and cupped the sides of
my breasts again.  He moved his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "I
understand you had quite a time with the Count, yesterday."

   A shiver ran up and down my spine.  He had me so hot and he planned on
keeping me on the edge.

   "Yes, sir," I responded.

   "Did you enjoy yourself, Gwen?" he asked.

   Did I enjoy myself?  Did I enjoy being humiliated and forced to dance my
way down a ten inch dildo?  What kind of question was that?  Of course, I
didn't enjoy myself.

   "I asked you a question, my dear," he said.

   "If it makes you happy knowing that I pleased the Count, then I enjoyed
myself for my joy comes from pleasing you, sir," I responded.

   "Mmmmmm," he mused.  "I'm not quite sure I believe you, Gwen, but for
now your answer will suffice."

   He moved around in front of me and focused his attention on my breasts
as he spoke.

   "Your tits are just magnificent, Gwen, and your milk production is up.
This pleases me," he said as he rolled my large nipples between his thumb
and forefinger.  He then retrieved the small silver remote control from his
pocket.

   The look on my face betrayed my feelings as I well knew that the small
remote control could be the source of great pleasure or great pain.  He
pressed a button on the remote and immediately my one inch nipples began to
pulsate filling me with pleasure that spread throughout my breasts.  I was
in heaven.  The throbbing sensation was exquisite.

   "The Count was very pleased with your performance and looks forward to
future visits.  This pleases me for the Count is an important and
influential business associate of mine."

   This explained many things especially the Marquis's good mood this
morning.

   "Enjoy this moment, and think of it as your reward for a job well done."

   Oh God, my tits felt so good, and now he was pressing another button
which sent equally pleasing pulses to my clit.

   "Does that feel good, my little slut?" he asked.

   "Oh yes, sir," I responded as my breathing became heavier, and I became
more and more aroused.

   "I understand you also had another visitor yesterday," said the Marquis.

   Why does he have to bring up that bitch Maxine?  If I ever see her
again, it'll be too soon.  I hate her so much.

   "Did you not have another visitor?" he asked somewhat irritated.

   "Yes, sir," I answered trying not to show any emotion.

   "Gwen, walk around the room for me in a circle as we speak.  That one
position must be very uncomfortable for you."

   Actually, I liked the position I was in.  I was getting so aroused by
the pulsing in my nipples and clitoris, but I knew better than to defy the
Marquis.  I began to walk in a circle around the center of the room.  I
must have looked quite the sight trying to walk in five inch heels that
forced me to walk on the balls of my feet almost on my toes.  I could feel
the tightness in my calves and my breasts bouncing with every step.  My
pussy was drenched.

   The Marquis watched me intently as I walked.  I felt like such a slut.

   "Do you know who that woman was, Gwen?" he asked.

   He was playing a game with me.  He knew that I knew who she was.  She
was the bitch that conspired with my husband and now enjoyed taunting me.

   "Yes, sir," I responded.  I knew that my response was short and curt,
and I also knew that the Marquis could sense from my response that I was
irritated.

   "Tell me who that woman is, Gwen," he demanded with a slight note of
irritation in his tone.

   "Her name is Maxine, sir," I responded trying to control myself.  What
kind of game were we now playing?

   "How do you feel about her, Gwen?" the Marquis asked.

   "She is your guest, and I am obedient to her," I responded.

   The Marquis stopped me by standing in front of me.  He reached up and
grabbed my nipples and began to squeeze.  I was filled with so many
different feelings and emotions.  My pussy was dripping.  My nipples were
pulsating and at the same time being squeezed hard by the Marquis, filling
them with both pleasure and pain simultaneously.  My mind was in turmoil
because he insisted on questioning me about a woman I detested.  How I
would love to tell him how I really felt about the bitch.

   I yelped in pain.

   "You're not answering my question, Gwen," he said as he stared into my
eyes, his face showing his displeasure.  "How do you feel about her?  I
want the truth!"

   Oh my God, what should I do?  I couldn't tell him my true feelings, but
he wouldn't allow me to hide anything from him.  I was so transparent.  He
could see right through me.

   I remained silent.

   "I grow impatient," he said sternly as he picked up the remote and
pushed a series of buttons.  The pleasant throbbing in my nipples and clit
stopped abruptly and turned immediately into excruciating pain which drove
me to my knees.

   "AaaaaaggggghhhhH!"

   I began to wail as my body was racked with pain.  I was shaking
uncontrollably as I doubled up on the floor.  My tits ached horribly and my
clit was on fire.

   And then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun.

   "Stand up, slut, and assume the position.  Why do you always have to
infuriate me?" he scolded.

   I had a difficult time getting up, but he waited until I was back in
position.  I felt horrible.  My body ached all over.  I wished I were dead.
The only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that my hair was
growing back.

   The Marquis paced back and forth in front of me.

   "There is a reason why I ask these questions, and since you refuse to
answer me, I'll have to make my decision without your input.  Why you have
to make things so difficult is beyond me."

   I was confused.  What decision?  Was he really looking for an honest
response?  I thought for sure this was just another one of his games. 
After all, the Marquis does whatever he wants to me regardless of how I
feel.  I still thought this is only one of his games.

   "I have decided that Maxine will be your personal trainer.  There are
many things she can teach you about obedience and being a good slave."

   OH MY GOD NO!  He couldn't be serious!  I began to cry uncontrollably.
My worst nightmare had come true.  I felt horror unspeakable.

   "Don't cry, Gwen.  You had your chance to express your feelings about
Mistress Maxine, but you refused.  Now it is too late.  You will at all
times show her the utmost respect, obeying her as you obey me.  You will
address her as mistress.  Do I make myself clear?" he asked as he stared at
me enjoying the agony I was going through.

   I was paralyzed trying to understand the full impact of his words.  My
mind was racing.  I was filled with such despair.

   "Do I make myself clear!" he intoned as his riding crop came down on the
top of my left breast.  This shocked me back to reality as he raised the
crop again and smacked my right breast.

   "Yes, sir," I responded, knowing there was no other answer I could give.

   "Good!"

   He lowered two chains from the ceiling and attached my wrist cuffs to
them.  He then raised the chains extending my arms up and out until I was
fully extended, standing on my toes precariously.

   "We have many matters to discuss, but I want you to take a few minutes
to settle down.  Claire will be in to milk you, and then Mistress Maxine
will be in to see you for a few minutes.  After that I'll be back to
discuss a movie that you'll be making in the near future.  It's time that
you started paying back some of what I have invested in you especially
considering the added expenses I will incur now that your hair is growing.
Do you have any questions?"

   "No sir," I responded feeling nothing but despair.  My worst nightmare
had come true.

   I grew weary as I hung by my arms.  It had been over an hour.  My arms
and legs ached, my breasts were full and in need of milking, and my mind
was in turmoil.

   The door opened and Claire entered with the milking machine.

   "My God, look at your head.  What happened to you?  It wasn't like that
this morning when I milked you."

   "No one is sure why my hair started growing again, but the Marquis is
going to let it grow."

   "You will be sexier then ever with long hair.  We can have a lot of fun
together," she snickered as she massaged my tits.

   "My, my these babies are full!  I would love to play with you, slut, but
unfortunately I am under a watchful eye.  Nothing but business today, but
you can make it up to me later."

   Claire attached the cups to my nipples and the machine came to life
sucking on my nipples and drawing the milk out of my tits through the clear
plastic tubes and down into the sterilized container.  Claire made some
adjustments and then waited for my breasts to drain.  She ran her fingers
through my short hair as she waited.

   Claire put my bra on me before leaving.  I continued to hang by my arms
anticipating the arrival of that bitch Maxine.  I dreaded the thought of
her having control over me.  I shifted my weight from one foot to the other
trying to get comfortable for my legs were tired and I grew weary.

   Another hour passed before I hear the door opened and then closed.  I
was filled with dread as I heard footsteps approaching, knowing it is the
bitch.

   She stood before me dressed smartly in a business suit with a smirk on
her face - a look of total self-satisfaction.  This made me feel even more
self-conscious about my attire or lack of.

   "Good afternoon, Gwen," she hissed.

   "Good afternoon, madam," I responded.

   I felt a stinging blow to my right cheek and then another to my left.  I
was taken by surprise.

   "You are to address me as Mistress.  I think the Marquis already told
you that," she said glaring at me.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress," I said as I looked down.

   "That's better, Gwen," she said as she took my face in her hands and
kissed my right cheek and then my left and then buried her tongue in my
mouth.  Her mood swings were incredible, and I felt nothing but disgust as
she probed my mouth with her tongue.

   She then stepped back and looked me up and down making me feel very
uncomfortable.

   "The Marquis told me about your new development.  I must say I think I'm
going to like you even better with long hair.  That will give me something
to hold on to when you bury your tongue in my pussy," she chided me.  "You
must be growing weary hanging there by your arms.  Here let me make you
more comfortable."

   She pushed a button on the remote which unclasped my bra.  She then
removed my bra and stared at my breasts.

   I felt very self-conscious and wondered how that would make me feel more
comfortable.  It was my arms and legs that were aching so badly.  Removing
my bra only added to my distress, and the bitch knew it.

   "There.  Isn't that better," she cooed as she moved closer and placed
her hands on the sides of my huge breasts, rubbing and massaging them.  She
began to rub my breasts seductively, and in spite of myself, I was getting
aroused.  She appeared to be fascinated by them.

   "We're going to get to know each other real well, Gwen, over the next
few months, and you will become a very obedient slave, won't you?"

   This can't be happening.  I won't survive this.

   "Answer me, slut," she said with venom in her voice.  She grabbed my
nipples and twisted them viciously causing me to cry out in pain.

   "Yes, Mistress," I wailed trying to avoid any further abuse to my poor
nipples.

   She released my nipples and stepped back.  She looked me in the eye.  I
could see the hatred on her face.  She disliked me as much as I disliked
her.

   "Let's be honest with each other, slut," she said as she put on a pair
of leather gloves.  "We don't like each other, do we?"

   She then smacked the side of my left breast and then the right.  My
breasts stung from the blow and swayed back and forth.  She seemed to take
great delight in abusing me.

   "The Marquis has hired me to train you, and I'm going to take great
delight in doing just that.  And you will be obedient because you have no
other choice.  I know you don't like me and that makes it all the more
satisfying for me.  Stick out those tits"

   She continued to smack my breasts - first the right one and then the
left.  Her blows were becoming harder and my breasts were turning red and
stung from the abuse they were receiving.

   "Do we understand each other?" She asked.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Good.  Do you like having your tits smacked?"

   "No, Mistress," I responded.

   SMACK!  SMACK!

   "But I like smacking your tits.  It makes me feel good.  Don't you want
me to feel good, Gwen?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Well then, what do you want me to do, Gwen?"

   "Hit my tits, Mistress," I reluctantly responded.

   "Did I hear please?" she taunted me.

   "Please, hit my tits, Mistress."

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   She smacked first the right one and then the left one, knocking them
into each other turning them redder and redder.  I found the blows were
numbing, and I also at the same time felt wetness in my crotch.  My pussy
was getting wet.  I was getting aroused by the abuse this bitch was
administering to me.  Oh God, no.

   "Always remember that you are to do what pleases me.  You must always
put me first," she said as the smacks to my breasts continued.

   And then suddenly she stopped, and in a demented way, I didn't want her
to stop.  Her demeanor changed as she removed the leather gloves.

   "Now, Gwen, this is the only opportunity I'll give you to tell me
exactly how you feel about me with no reprimands or repercussions.  Take
advantage of this chance.  It won't present itself again."

   What did I have to lose?  She was abusing me now and would continue to
no matter what I said or did.  Could she get any more vicious?  My tits
were red and aching.

   "Ok Mistress Maxine, you want the truth.  I'll give it to you."

   She stood back with her arms folded, glaring at me.

   "I hate your guts.  I loathe you for what you did to my husband and me.
You turned our lives totally upside down.  I wouldn't be here if it wasn't
for you.  You're nothing but a monster," I screamed.

   A silence filled the room.  Mistress Maxine continued to stare at me
showing absolutely no emotion.

   "Anything else?"

   "No, mistress," I answered.

   After many minutes she spoke.

   "I told you there would be no repercussions and I meant it, but be
warned that from this moment on you will keep your feelings to yourself. 
Any outbursts or demonstrations of disrespect will be punished severely. 
Is that clear?"

   "Yes, Mistress," I sobbed.

   "There, there.  It was good for you to get it out in the open," she said
as she rubbed my breasts and then lowered her lips to my breasts and began
to kiss them.  Her tongue was all over my tit mounds causing my nipples to
get hard and begin aching.

   I didn't want her doing this to me.  I hated her mouth on me, and she
knew it, but at the same time I was so aroused by her lips and tongue
devouring my tits.

   As she squeezed and kissed my tits, she worked her way up my neck to my
ear.  "Isn't that better," she whispered in my ear.

   "Yes, Mistress," I lied.  My mind was in a turmoil.  I hated the thought
of what she was doing to me, but at the same time, I loved the feelings
coursing through my body.  I was such a slut.

   Well, let's get you down and then you can show me proper respect, Gwen."

   She lowered the chains and released my cuffs.  The relief was immediate
as I rubbed my arms trying to restore the circulation.

   She picked up the Marquis's riding crop and walked over to where I was
standing.

   "With the little bit of time we have left, let's begin your training
before I have to leave.  Down on your knees," she commanded.

   My legs were stiff and aching, and I was not fast to move.  The riding
crop slashed across my right breast and then the left.

   "When I give a command, you are to obey immediately," she spit out.

   I dropped to my knees with tears in my eyes.

   "Legs apart," she said as she tapped my inner thighs spreading my legs
uncomfortably.

   "Hands locked behind your head," she commanded as she tapped my arms.

   "Chest out," she said as she tapped the sides of my tits.

   "Very good." She walked around me.  I could feel her eyes on me.  "Your
body is to always be on display.  I want your tits and pussy available for
service at all times.  Remember, you are no more then a fuck toy.  Your
only mission in life is to serve the one in charge of you."

   "That wasn't so bad, was it Gwen," she said softly as she rubs my head.
Her fingers running through my hair felt good.  She was so unpredictable.
Her demeanor once again had changed.  One minute she was nice and the next
she was so vicious.  There was no in-between.  This kept me off balance.  I
never knew what to expect from her.

   She picked up the remote and pushed several buttons.  My nipples and
clit began to tingle sending wonderful sensations throughout my body.  She
stood in front of me and watched me intently.  My pussy lips began to
pulsate and I was getting wet.  I rotated my hips.  I couldn't help myself.

   "See, I can be nice, Gwen.  I'm not always a bitch." She reached down
and tugged on the chains connecting my pussy lips.  "But remember you can't
cum without permission.  You have to learn self-control.  And who knows, if
you please me I may let you cum."

   Oh no, she was using me again.  She wanted to inflict pain on me.

   As I became more and more aroused, she pushed several more buttons on
the remote which only increased the pleasure I was now feeling.  I could
also feel myself building towards an orgasm.  The bitch removed her skirt
revealing her naked pussy which was already wet.  This whole scene had been
a real turn-on for her.

   She stood in front of me and rubbed my head.

   "You're having all the fun, slut.  That's not fair.  Eat your Mistress's
pussy," she cooed as she pushed her pussy against my mouth.  "Lick me," she
commanded.

   My tongue travels up and down her pussy lips and then circled her clit.
I hated what I was doing but had no choice.  She pulled my head closer, and
I buried my tongue up her love canal.  She ground her hips smashing her
cunt all over my face.  My nose continually rubbed back and forth against
her hard clit.  My face was covered with her juices.  She was highly
aroused and getting wetter and wetter.  She smeared her pussy juice in my
short hair.  I found this disgusting but could do nothing about it.

   At the same time I am also getting closer and closer to my own climax.
Oh, how I needed to cum.  The rings wouldn't allow me.  I'd once again be
shocked, and that was exactly what she wanted, the bitch.

   "That's it baby, lick me good.  Make my pussy feel good.  Oooohh, the
stud in your tongue feels wonderful," she encouraged me.  "I'm so glad you
shared your true feelings with me today, Gwen.  It's important that I know
how you really feel about me.  It's such a turn-on knowing you hate my guts
but still have to eat me pussy and do everything else I tell you to do.

   She laughed as she pushed some buttons on the remote which increased the
tingling sensations in my nipples and clit driving me closer to that orgasm
which I couldn't have.

   My mouth was everywhere as I licked and sucked her pussy for all I was
worth.  I knew I should never had said anything to her.  I didn't care any
more.  God I felt so good.  Maybe she programmed the computer to let me
cum. Oh God, I was so close.  My pussy was pulsating and dripping.  I
redoubled my efforts as I stabbed my tongue deep into her pussy and then
sucked on her pussy lips.  Her sweet nectar filled my mouth.  At the same
time my breasts rubbed against her legs further arousing me and driving me
so close to a glorious climax.

   "Oh yes, you little slut, you're going to make me cum," Mistress
screamed as she pushed my head harder into her wet and sopping pussy.  At
the same time she pushed down on the chains in my pussy lips with her foot
driving me over the edge.

   As Mistress Maxine screamed her way through her climax, I screamed in
pain and agony as my nipples and clit were filled with electricity.  I fell
over on the floor paralyzed as my breasts shook and quivered from the
electrical charges flowing through them.

   "Oh my God, that was exquisite!  I don't think John ever made me cum
that hard," she taunted as she came down from her high.

   The pain in my breasts and clit slowly subsided.  I once again was left
unfulfilled.  I felt so frustrated and used.  I was so close and so naïve
to think that she might let me experience a much needed climax.  I hated
the bitch more than ever.

   I lay on my back completely drained from the electrical charges that
coursed through my body.  My eyes filled with tears.

   Mistress Maxine straddled my head and lowered her sopping wet pussy to
my lips.

   "Clean up your mess, slut!"

   I obediently licked her clean.  What else could I do?  Tears filled my
eyes knowing that she was sated and fulfilled, and I was once again
frustrated and left yearning for more.

   After I thoroughly cleaned her pussy, Mistress once again got dressed.

   "Stand up, Gwen," she ordered.

   My arms were again attached to the chains, and then she raised them even
further than the Marquis had done.  I stood on the very tips of my five
inch heels.  My feet could barely touch the floor.  Already my arms ached
from the strain.

   She stood in front of me and placed her hands on my tits.  Her hands
roamed all over my body rekindling the fires which so recently were
extinguished by excruciating pain.  At the same time she kissed my neck and
whispered in my ear.

   "Thank you for making me cum.  That felt so good," she taunted me as she
buried her tongue in my ear.  "You do know I would let you cum if I could."
She continued to massage my breasts and then sucked on my nipples drawing
milk into her mouth.

   Reluctantly she backed off and fastened my bra in place.  I was so hot.

   "Did you enjoy yourself, Gwen?" she asked.

   Did I enjoy myself?  Of course, I didn't enjoy myself.  Why did she toy
with me like this, the bitch.

   A vicious slap across my face brought me back to reality.

   "Answer me when I ask a question, slut!"

   "Yes, I did," I lied.

   Another vicious slap across my face rocked my head to the side.

   Yes, you did what?" she spit.

   Yes, I did, Mistress," I cried.

   "That's better, Gwen," she said as she softly kissed my reddened cheek.
"If you obey me, we'll get along just fine.  I demand obedience with no
hesitation whatsoever.  Thank you for your honestly.  It made our time
together so much more satisfying for me.  There are so many things I want
to teach you, but unfortunately my time is up for today.  The Marquis will
return shortly.  Until next time."

   She walked to the door and left.

   I felt even more despair now.  What had I gotten myself into?  Why did I
reveal my true feelings to her?  I wasn't safe with this woman.  She hated
me as much as I hated her except she held all the cards.  There was nothing
I could do to protect myself from her.  I was at her mercy.  I would have
to obey and do anything her demented mind devised.  Oh God, help me.  The
Marquis had surrounded me with perverts.

   While I was deep in thought, the Marquis entered the room.

   "Well, I hope the time you spent with Mistress Maxine was productive."

   The Marquis stood in front of me tapping his hand with his riding crop.
He watched me closely as I teetered on my tiptoes, numbness just beginning
to set into my arms.  I moved my arms, trying to fend off the numbness
which caused my breasts to jiggle back and forth.  I struggled to maintain
balance on my tiptoes, trying to take some of the strain off my arms.  The
Marquis seemed intrigued by my predicament and raised the chain even
higher. My feet no longer touched the floor and all my weight was on my
arms.  I was suspended from the ceiling by my arms.  The pain was
unbearable.  Why was he being so cruel?  I swayed slightly back and forth.

   "Maxine has many good ideas for training you and teaching you true
obedience.  I think the time you spend with her will be very enlightening.
Her methods can sometimes be unorthodox but she gets results," he snickered
as he paced back and forth in front of me.

   He hit my thigh with his riding crop which caused me to flinch in pain
as I swayed back and forth suspended by my arms.

   "Make sure you pay close attention to what I have to say, Gwen.  You
will soon be a movie star.  Well, a porn star would probably be more
accurate.  If you are not already aware, I have my own production company
which is highly profitable.  Marquis Productions provides a good deal of
the income that allows me to live this lifestyle.  The movies I make won't
be found in any store, not even in adult video stores for that matter. 
These movies are too, let us say, sophisticated for the general public.  I
have a very specialized clientele that pay extremely well for one of my
videos," he droned on obviously enjoying hearing himself speak.

   "Gwen, would you like to know who your co-star is in this production?"

   If he was asking me, obviously it wasn't good news, and I'm sure it was
someone I wouldn't be happy with.  Probably some dirty old man or some
hunchback with a 15 inch cock.

   "Well, do you?" he pressed on.

   "Yes sir, I would very much like to know," I responded with the
appropriate answer.

   A smile covered his face as he looked at me hanging by my arms obviously
very uncomfortable being suspended in this manner.

   "Your co-star is your husband, John," he said.

   At this moment in time I could not explain to you the impact those words
had on me.  Maxine was bad enough but to bring that scum back into my life
was unconscionable.  How could he do this to me?  Why did I ask that? 
Should I expect anything different from the Marquis?  I was so overwhelmed.
I lost my composure and began to cry.  I couldn't take any more.  I reached
a breaking point.

   "Why are you doing this to me?  I've done everything you've asked.  I
can't bear to have him near me.  Please don't do this to me," I sobbed
letting my emotions take over.

   He seemed to be pleased by my response.  I think he was getting the
response from me he desired.  His goal was to heap misery upon misery on
me, to humiliate and debase me.

   "To answer your first question, Gwen, I do this because I can. 
Secondly, John will be in this movie with you, and you will perform
admirably because you are mine, you have no rights, and I can do with you
what I choose.  You gave up all rights a long time ago."

   I continued to cry knowing all was lost, but the Marquis wouldn't let me
wallow in my self-pity.

   He lowered the chains and released my wrist cuffs.  I stood on wobbly
legs trying to regain the circulation in my joints.

   "Assume the position, slut," he said as he approached me.

   I spread my legs wide trying to keep my footing and clasp my hands
behind my head forcing my breasts forward.  The Marquis reached between my
legs and tugged on the chains attached to my labia.  He at all times looked
me in the eye.  His fingers abandoned the chains and focused on my
throbbing clit.  I tried to maintain my composure.  I felt so miserable and
betrayed.  This had not been a good day.

   "I think it wise that this session end.  Tomorrow I will give you
details on the movie you will be starring in.  Tonight you can take some
time to internalize and come to terms with the fact that your ex-husband
will be starring in this movie with you.  Any questions, before I dismiss
you, Gwen?" inquired the Marquis.

   I stood in silence starring at him and then finally said, "No, sir."

   "Very well, your maidservants will be here to attend to you."

   That being said Evelyn and Monique were summoned to take me back to my
quarters where I was then milked by Claire and allowed to enjoy a leisurely
dinner.  I had lost my appetite which was not to hard to understand
considering what I had gone through today.  I sat there catatonic. 
Everything the Marquis did is designed to humiliate me no matter how hard I
tried to please him.  Worst of all I was turned on by the perverted acts
and circumstances he placed me in.  Now I had to make a porn movie with the
bastard that deceived me and sold me into this lifestyle.  Oh God, I
dreaded having to see him again!

   I should have been elated and filled with joy that my hair was growing
but everything else that had happened today overshadowed that.

   "Time for a nice bath and then bed, Gwen," called Monique as she entered
my chambers with Evelyn.

   "Gwen looks like she needs some cheering up before bed, Monique," said
Evelyn as she approached me.

   "Yes, I heard she's going to be a movie star," smiled Monique.

   "Stand up, Gwen, and assume the position.  You know the routine," barked
Evelyn as she approached me.

   Monique walked behind me and reached around and squeezed my tits.  She
leaned in close and nibbled on my ear.

   "So, you're going to be in the movies.  That's too bad.  The Marquis's
films are not your typical run-of-the-mill porn film.  They are very high
class but also extremely bizarre - designed to shock the viewer," Monique
taunted me as she whispered in my ear while nibbling on it and, at the same
time, pulling my now highly aroused nipples.

   Evelyn, who was in front of me, reached down and directed her attention
towards my pussy, rubbing my clit and yanking on my chains.  "I wouldn't be
in one of his films for all the money in the world," she added.

   "Well, we'll see if we can make our little slut feel better before her
bath and bed.  It's the least we can do considering the day she's had,"
Monique continued to taunt me.

   Why didn't they just leave me alone?  There was just so much I could
take.  Were they trying to drive me over the edge?  Did everyone have to be
so cruel all the time?  The only one who had really been decent and shown
me any consideration was that dwarf with the long tongue.

   "We don't have much time, Monique.  The Marquis gave strict orders to
have her in bed early tonight.  I don't want to push our luck," said
Evelyn.

   "I know - not to worry.  Our little Gwen can eat me out while you use
the 10 inch strap-on on her.  That's always gets you off quickly,"
suggested Monique.

   "What a great idea!  OK, Gwen, get up on the bed on your hands and
knees," ordered Evelyn.

   "Do we really have to do this," I asked.

   Evelyn gave me a sharp slap across the face..  Monique, still behind me,
squeezed my nipples viciously, driving me to my knees.

   "You are to do as commanded by any member of this household without
question," said Evelyn as she reached down and again slapped me across the
face jerking my head to the side.

   With tears in my eyes and heaviness in my heart, I got up and went over
to the bed getting on my hands and knees.

   "That's better, baby," Monique said as she rubbed my ass cheeks.  She
then got some baby oil and poured it in the crack of my ass working it into
my anus.  Exhausted as I was, the attention she gave me did have an effect
on me.

   Evelyn stood in front of me.  I looked straight ahead and saw her pussy.
She reached down and rubbed my head, running her fingers through my hair.

   "God, your hair has grown since this morning!  What's gotten into you?"

   Without another word she moved forward as she pulled my head towards her
already wet pussy.  I knew what to she wanted.  I also knew the
consequences if I hesitated or failed to start eating her out immediately.

   I stuck out my tongue and ran it all around her clit.  Evelyn loved this
as she encouraged me to be more attentive to her clit and suck on it.

   "That's good, baby."

   I then ran my tongue up and down between her pussy lips separating them,
searching for her pussy hole.  She rotated her hips as she got hotter and
hotter, groaning as I ate her pussy.

   "Oh God, you're tongue is driving me wild.  I love those studs in your
tongue.  Don't stop," she moaned.

   At the same time Monique has strapped on the 10 inch dildo and lined it
up with my anus which was now lubricated and prepared for this ungodly
invasion.  I should have been upset but the whole situation was turning me
on.  I redoubled my efforts and attacked Evelyn's pussy, devouring it while
I pushed back on the tip of the long black dildo encouraging Monique to
violate me with it.  She began to shove it inch by inch up my ass as I
pushed back welcoming the intruder.  My face was buried in Evelyn's pussy,
and I had to struggle to get air.  My face was covered with her pussy
juice. My tits hung below me swaying back and forth, slapping into each
other and being pulled down by the force of gravity.

   As Evelyn and Monique approached their climax, I was becoming more and
more aroused myself.  My nipples tingled and began to leak milk and my
pussy was dripping.  Oh, how I needed to cum, but as I approached that
point, I also knew that I would receive the shock of my life.  I was
frustrated.  Those damn rings.

   Just then Claire entered the room and walked over to the bed.

   "What's going on here?  I thought Gwen was supposed to be prepared for
bed early?" protested Claire.

   Monique looked up with a glazed look in her eyes, obviously close to a
climax from the workout her clit was getting on the dildo that was now
buried to the hilt up my ass.

   "We're just helping Gwen wind down from the day's activities.  You can
join in if you want to, Claire," answered Monique.

   This put things in a new light.  As Claire looked on drinking in the
sight before her, she licked her lips.  She quickly undressed and walked
over to the bed.  She reached under me and started working on my tits.  Oh
my God, she was driving me crazy, massaging my tits and pulling on my
nipples.  She soon abandoned this approach and crawled under me attacking
my breasts once more.  She took my left nipple in her mouth and sucked
avariciously, drawing milk from my bloated tit.  She then attacked my other
nipple, licking and sucking and drinking the sweet nectar freely flowing
from my breast.  As she sucked on my nipples, her hands wandered downward
and found my sopping pussy.  She latched on to my clit as she rubbed and
pulled on it.

   I was on sensual overload as every part of my body was being
manipulated. I was so close and wanted to cum so badly.  Release was
exactly what I needed now, but I knew there would be none.  They were using
me for their own release and would revel in the pain and agony that awaited
me.

   Monique was driving her black cock up my ass with a vengeance, sending
me forward into Evelyn's pussy.  Evelyn held onto my head encouraging me as
she humped her pussy on my tongue and face.

   "Oh shit, I'm so close," screamed Monique.

   "I can't hold out much longer either," Evelyn reacted.  "That's it. 
Keep sucking baby.  Eat my pussy."

   Oh God I'm going to cum!  I pushed back on the giant dildo as my nipples
and clit exploded.  The pain was excruciating.  At the same time Monique
and Evelyn reached nirvana.  My face was flooded with Evelyn's juices as
she held me tight to her pussy and ground my face all over it.  Monique
made a final thrust up my ass as her clit exploded sending her over the
edge.  Both were in orgasmic bliss!

   I was convulsing in pain and agony as they released me and I fell over
on my back still feeling the aftershocks of the punishment I had just
received.  Claire who ended up lying beside me was not through.

   "Hey you're not done yet," she said as she straddled my head and lowered
her pussy towards my mouth.

   This wasn't fair.  Why should I have to satisfy all of them and suffer
for it?

   "No!  I don't want to," I screamed.

   Claire sat back and put all her weight on my tits!

   "Would you rather I do this, slut!" she retorted while grinding her ass
down on my tits making me feel her full weight upon my chest.

   "No!  Stop it!  I'll do it," I cried.

   Claire leaned forward and offered her pussy to me.  I had no choice but
to get her off or suffer for it.  I ran my tongue over her clit and then
drew it into my mouth and sucked on it, rubbing the stud in my tongue hard
against her little hard nub.  Claire moaned, obviously enjoying what I was
doing to her.  My tongue then traveled up and down the length of her pussy
separating her labia, licking her juices, and finally stabbing my tongue
deep into her fuck hole.  My tongue was like a cock stabbing in and out of
her hole as she grinded and gyrated, encouraging me as she drew closer and
closer to a climax.  My mouth was all over her pussy licking and sucking.

   "Oh that feels so good, baby.  No one can eat me out like you do,"
Claire said as she ground her pussy on my face using my nose like a little
cock to rub and push against her clit.

   Suddenly she screamed out and ground her pussy into my face, faster and
faster.

   "Oh yes!  Oh yes!  I'm almost there.  Suck harder.  Bite my clit! 
Aaaaagggghhhhhh" she screamed as she came all over my face.  She continued
to rub her pussy all over my face.

   Claire sat there for many minutes breathing heavy, totally satisfied.

   Monique and Evelyn, who had been drawing my bath, returned to the room.

   "We need to get her milked and ready for bed before the Marquis finds
out what's been going on.  I really don't want to piss him off," said
Evelyn.

   "Not a problem.  I'll have her milked in no time.  And Gwen, of course,
nothing happened here tonight, right?" Claire asked.

   "No, nothing happened," I said giving the only answer I could under the
circumstances.

   I was then quickly milked and prepared for bed, only to await another
torturous night of stimulation and arousal which never ended as I so wished
it would.  I desperately needed the release I craved.  I would do anything.


   The night proved to be a long one with my mind burdened with the many
events of this day.  This had been a very unfortunate day for me.  It was
bad enough that the bitch Maxine was now my personal trainer, but, at the
same time, to find out that the man who put me in this situation in the
first place was to star with me in a bizarre porn movie was too much for my
mind to comprehend.  How could I cope?  How could I go on?  What would the
Marquis demand that I do with that unfaithful bastard?

   But I would go on, and the Marquis knew it.  He was testing me.  Pushing
me further and further, trying to find my limits.  And in a perverse way, I
anticipated what the future held.  Don't misunderstand me.  I didn't
welcome it or want it, but it nevertheless excited me and got me wet. 
Maybe I was nothing more than a slut.  Maybe everything they said about me
was true.  I drifted off into a disturbed sleep.



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