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Email to "Kirk" mobiguard-asstr@yahoo.com ________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 17 The next morning after my milking, exercise, and bath, I was prepared to once again meet with the Marquis. From what I overheard the Marquis had a full day planned for me and my chambermaids were all business. To the casual observer it would be hard to believe that these were the same women who used and abused me last night. Today I was dressed in red. My wardrobe wasn't very exciting and you could almost predict what I was wearing. Over the knee boots, wrist cuffs, and, of course, a matching patented bra providing much needed support for my DD breasts. A mini skirt had also been added to my ensemble. After I was dressed, Dr. Shakiro arrived with Nurse Jones, the blonde bimbo. He and he examined my head and measured the length of my hair. "Nurse Jones, date the chart for today and enter 2 ¼ inches. Make a notation that yesterday morning her hair was an inch long. It's growing at a phenomenal rate. We'll continue to chart the growth every morning for the next week. By then we should see a pattern and be able to accurately predict future growth," explained Shakiro. "Yes, doctor," Jones responded with a flirtatious look on her face. After Shakiro left, I was immediately taken to the Marquis. He anxiously awaited my arrival. He was all business and wanted to get started. I dreaded what this day held for me. I entered and assumed the position, spreading my legs as wide as I could in this mini skirt, and locked my hands behind my head. "You look ravishing this morning, Gwen. I take it you spent a restful night?" he inquired. A restful night? Are you kidding? Last night was anything but restful. Ignoring my lack of response, he walked over and examined my head. "That is truly amazing! How could your hair possibly grow that fast? I'll need to get a hairdresser much sooner than I expected." My hair had grown considerably since yesterday. I wondered if the shocks I received had anything to do with it. "Well, anyway, let me tell you a little bit about the movie you'll be making. Are you curious at all, Gwen," he asked. "Oh yes, sir, actually very much so," I answered. "Well, good. I'm glad to see you taking an interest in these endeavors," he replied. "I know I'm yours to command, but I do have one request, if I may be so bold," I stammered. "A request?" he mused. "Well, let's here it," he continued with irritation in his voice. I was already regretting that I impulsively said that to begin with. I knew it would get me absolutely nowhere, but at least I could say I tried. "Well, sir, I request that John be replaced in the movie by someone else," I said hesitantly. The Marquis stared at me, almost looking through me as he contemplated his reply. I thought his reaction would have been immediate and swift, but it wasn't. He could be so volatile. "I'll take that request under consideration after we've gone over the details of your theatrical debut and you have met with John," he stated. This was much more than I hoped for, but I didn't realize I had to meet with that bastard today. I was filled with a glimmer of hope at his words. Maybe there was some compassion in the Marquis after all. "Is that all right with you, my dear?" he asked. "Oh, yes sir, thank you," I responded meaning every word. "Very good! Well, let's talk a little bit about your movie. Not only do you star in this movie, Gwen, the movie is about you. It's a biography, if you will, beginning when you were first taken captive and showing your transformation and the ordeals you have gone through with a little bit of fiction thrown in for good measure and a few contrived circumstances, of course." He was making a biography of me? "I have film footage of when you were first taken and all the changes that have come about including your piercings, your breast augmentation and resulting milk production, Dr. Shakiro's extension of your clit, the loss of all your body hair, your adventures with the dwarves, your special adventure with Dopey, and the list goes on. Everything was captured on hidden camera, and let us not forget the wonderful tape that was made of you and Count Darius's father. This will all be included in the movie and more. My clients will be begging for more of you after seeing the video we put together," he explained. He couldn't be serious. My shame and humiliation was to be laid out for the entire world to see? Everyone was to see me degraded and transformed into what I am now? Oh God, this couldn't be happening. He planned to bare my soul to the world so they could feast on my humiliation and suffering. "We'll call this movie `The Misadventures of Gwen.' What do you think, my dear?" he asked knowing full well what my reaction would be. "Why are you doing this to me? I have done everything you have asked of me?" I pleaded. The Marquis backhanded my left cheek and then my right. I broke down in tears. "You ungrateful slut! I have done everything for you! I have even entertained your request to replace your husband in the movie. I demand obedience. You belong to me. How dare you question me," he screamed. I was sobbing hysterically unable to bring myself under control. Why must my cruel transformation be recorded and documented? Wasn't it bad enough that I had to suffer though it? The Marquis paced back and forth waiting for me to settle down. After some minutes he walked over to me and pushed a button on the remote. The clasp on my bra opened, and he removed my bra. He was probably going to abuse my breasts as retribution. He circled my left areole with his index finger causing my nipple to harden and stick out a full inch and a quarter. He repeated the action on my right areole. My nipples were so hard and throbbing. He then pushed another button on the remote and my nipples came alive with pleasurable vibrations emanating from them and spreading throughout my breasts. Oh God, it felt so good. I regained my composure and stopped crying. My pussy was getting wet and my clit now extended out of its hood, hard and pulsing. That little nub was begging for attention. Begging for someone to take it in their mouth and suck and nibble on it. The Marquis ran his hands lightly all over my breasts adding to the wonderful feeling spreading throughout my body. Oh God, how I would love to cum right now. My hips began to move in small circles as I got hotter and hotter. There was an itch in my cunt that needed to be satisfied. I was so fucking hot. I was such a slut. In my present condition, it didn't take much to get me aroused. I would love to take the Marquis's cock and shove it up my pussy, riding him to orgasm. A fine sweat broke out on my tits as I became hotter and hotter. And then abruptly everything stopped. All sensation was gone. I wanted more, but there was no more. "May I continue?" asked the Marquis with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Yes sir," I responded as if I had any say in the matter. I stood there hot and horny wanting only to cum. "My clientele are very particular. They don't go for long and elaborate story lines. They want action, and that's exactly what we'll give them. We'll use narration to fill in necessary detail and to set up the scenes, but most of the movie is you in action. For example, in the scene with Count Darius's father, the viewers will know that he is on his deathbed and you are there at the Marquis's request, but that's all the background information they really need. Your encounter with the old man tells the story, and that's what they're interested in. Do you understand what I'm saying, Gwen?" he asked as if my opinion really matters. "I think so, sir," I responded "Good! This movie will prove to be my most ambitious undertaking!" I was still hot all over. My nipples and clit throbbed. I needed release. It would have been better if he whipped me or beat me with his paddle. This was far crueler and he knew it. I found it hard to concentrate on what he was saying. "Are you alright, Gwen? You look a little flushed," he said as he placed his hands on my breasts and squeezed. He continued to squeeze my breasts fanning the fires burning within, stoking up the flames once more. "I'm fine, sir," I lied. He knew I was lying. He knew what he was doing to me. He knew I was a horny little slut because that was what he'd turned me in to. He knew I would do just about anything to cum right now. There was no telling what he'd have me doing in this movie. He then lifted my skirt and looked at my now drenched pussy. "My, we have a mess down there. Claire can clean you up when she comes in to milk you. And you're clit is really standing at attention," he said as he ran his index finger across my clit sending tremors up and down my spine. He ran his finger over my clit once again, and I shook uncontrollably. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "You're a horny little slut, Gwen, aren't you?" "Yes sir," I responded. Nibbling on my ear he continued, "Say it! Tell me what you are." "I'm a horny little slut. I'm your horny little, slut, sir," I said. "What does my horny little slut want me to do to her?" he asked. I was getting so hot. He had me so aroused. I could feel the warmth of his body close to me as he continued to nibble on my ear, brushing his chest against my hard sensitive nipples. "Your horny little slut wants you to fuck her with your big hard cock," I answered. He backed away slowly with a smile on his face. "Well, there isn't time for that right now. You need to be milked, and then we'll be meeting with your husband." The cruel bastard. I was so aroused and frustrated. Why couldn't he just let me cum! He attached my wrist cuffs to the overhead chain and raised my arms upward until I was standing on my toes. "There! That should keep you out of trouble." He called for Claire who arrived promptly. I could faintly hear words exchanged between them. "Tend to your duties and nothing else," he ordered. "Forgive me, Marquis, have there been complaints?" Claire inquired. "If you're insinuating that Miss Gwen has complained about your improprieties, I can assure you that is the farthest thing from the truth. I have many means at my disposal. There is very little that goes on within these walls that escape me. And for the record, if Miss Gwen had complained and there were repercussions, I can assure you that the individual responsible would pay dearly. Am I making myself clear?" "Perfectly, sir," Claire replied meekly and then curtsied. "Carry on and be quick about it," he retorted. I was milked with no incident and very little conversation between Claire and myself. It was evident that the Marquis's words had an effect on her. I hung by my now aching arms for over an hour alone, left to my thoughts. I dreaded the meeting that was soon to take place. I hated John so much. He sentenced me to this lifestyle. If he didn't love me any more, all he had to do was divorce me. I would have let him go. I was never vindictive and would never try to hold on to someone who didn't want me. But no, divorce was not enough. Instead he had to alter the course of my life, and the worse part is that he knew of the Marquis's reputation. He knew what the Marquis would do to me, and he didn't care. I hated him so much. The thought of him made my skin crawl! All these thoughts ran through my mind as I hung from the chain waiting for the return of the Marquis. And I couldn't help but believe that the Marquis purposely left me alone for this long period of time to do just that. I didn't have much longer to wait as the door suddenly opened. A thought suddenly occurred to me. John was going to see me like this, hanging by these damn chains. Why did the Marquis leave me in such a compromising position? He could at least have allowed me some dignity for this meeting. "Well, Gwen, I see that Claire has finished. There is someone here to see you," said the Marquis as he walked around in front of me. Following close by and standing beside him was John, my fucking husband. "I don't believe it. I thought you were dead. The reports said your car went over a ravine," he said as he looked on in disbelief. I stared at him trying to control myself. I refused to say anything. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Well, obviously, John, Gwen is alive and well and hanging out with me," the Marquis snickered as he patted John on the back. The Marquis lowered the chain and released my wrists. I was now standing on my five inch heels, trying to restore circulation to my arms. He picked up the remote, pushed a button, and the catch on my bra opened. I looked down incredulously as it opened. "Remove your bra, Gwen, and make yourself comfortable," commanded the Marquis. The look on his face told me that it would be wise for me to comply with his wishes with no argument. I pulled the cups back releasing my tits and finished removing my bra. I now stood before them only in my over the knee boots, mini skirt, and wrist cuffs. John stared at me mesmerized by my awesome tits. Obviously he liked what he saw. Good, let him suffer for I wouldn't willingly do anything with him. I had already decided that. The Marquis could push me just so far. I must salvage some remnant of my dignity. "It might be good, John, if you explained to Gwen what motivated you to sell her into slavery in the first place," said the Marquis. John looked uncomfortable and embarrassed. I could see that this was awkward for him. What I didn't understand was why he had come back here. Why hadn't he commented about my hair? Wait, he never knew I was bald. Had it really been that long? "Yes, you're right. Gwen, you deserve an explanation. I know you probably hate me, but I would at least like you to know why I did what I did. Understand I'm not trying to condone or justify what happened. I just want you to know the true state of affairs," said John. "Gwen, you are at liberty to react or ask any questions you choose. There will be no repercussions," added the Marquis. Why was he allowing me this freedom? This was so out of character for the Marquis. "Where do I start? There is so much you don't know about me," said John. "No kidding, you bastard. I know nothing about you," I spit out feeling nothing but contempt for this excuse for a man. "I understand how you must feel?" "Oh, I'm sure you do. Look at me. Look at what I've become. You think you understand?" "Just let me explain what happened," he pleaded. "Sure, go ahead but it really doesn't matter now anyway," I said. He stood close to be and I felt awkward. For the first time in a great while I was conscious of my nakedness. It never bothered me before but with him it did. "You never knew it, but I had a gambling problem, Gwen. I should say I have a gambling problem. I got myself in a bind when I borrowed money from a loan shark with the promise to repay him within 30 days. I thought my new system was foolproof, and I knew I could easily turn that money into even bigger bucks. Then I would be able to give you the nice things you so much deserve," he said. "What are you talking about? Gambling problem?" "I'm a gambler, a compulsive gambler, and now I know it's a sickness like alcoholism. Unfortunately, it's too late. The damage is done. I lost all their money and couldn't make payment. They got real nasty, beat up on me, and gave me 48 hours to come up with the money or I was history. I knew they weren't kidding." "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you come to me for help? I'm your wife. We could have worked something out. I could have contacted daddy. He would have given me the money," I sobbed. "Your father already thought of me as a loser. I just couldn't do that. Instead, this woman, who I met at the race track, told me she might be able to arrange a way out for me. That's when she told me about the Marquis and put me in contact with him." "You mean Maxine?" I asked. "Yes." "I thought she was your new girlfriend." "No, not really although we did sleep together a few times," he mumbled with his head down. "So you see, Gwen, I offered John a way to pay his debt to these gangsters. $100,000 to pay them off in exchange for you. He had no other choice but to take my offer or probably end up dead in some back alley," added the Marquis. "You had other options, but you chose to sacrifice me to save yourself," I cried. "All I'm doing is trying to explain to you what happened. I'm not saying that what I did was right." Oh God, how selfish of him. He should have told me. We could have worked through this together. We could have gone to the police. There were so many other options. "Why are you here now? Don't you know that I hate and despise you? Don't you know that I never want to see you again? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to stand here before you like this? For you to see me like this?" "Yes, I know, Gwen, but I have no choice," he mummered. "What do you mean you have no choice?" I asked. "I had a relapse and accumulated more gambling debts," he muttered. "You already sold me. Being here does you no good." "The Marquis has offered me another $100,000 to pay off my debt if I will make this movie for him. I had no choice. If I don't come up with the money by next Friday, I'm dead," he said. "So once again you're willing to sacrifice me to save your fucking hide. What a pathetic excuse for a man you are!" I spit out. I couldn't believe this. He came back here to get himself out of a bind. I found it hard to catch my breath. I found all of this so hard to believe. I couldn't stand the sight of him. The Marquis pulled up a chair and told John to sit down. He then walked over to me, and in front of John, began to tease my nipples. I was so embarrassed. He humiliated me in front of the bastard. "See how hard her nipples get, John. Notice how long they are - an inch and a quarter. They're very sensitive, aren't they Gwen," the Marquis asked. "Yes, sir," I answered. "If you lift her skirt, you'll also see that her pussy is already wet and dripping. And notice how big her clit is. Go on, take a look," urged the Marquis. How disgusting! John got up and lifted my skirt to take a look. He stared at my pussy and reached out to touch my clit. "Don't touch me, you bastard!" I screamed. The Marquis backhanded me across the right cheek and then the left, bringing me back to reality. That was a mistake. I defied the Marquis in front of a guest. "That behavior is totally inappropriate and will not be tolerated," he retorted. I cried feeling helpless, totally defenseless, and unprotected. "Get in position now!" he ordered. I spread my legs and placed my hands behind my head. The Marquis ripped the skirt off of me. "This won't be needed. I was being too considerate allowing you to wear it in the first place. Sit down, John, and feast your eyes on her pussy." Oh God, the shame I felt. "Gwen, I want you to walk over to John, remove his slacks, and give him the best blow job he's ever had," the Marquis ordered. "I won't do that, sir," I say defying the Marquis. "You said you would consider my request. Please do that now. I beg you, please." I cried uncontrollably. The Marquis picked up the remote. I knew what was coming, and I braced myself for the shocks that would soon course through my body. He walked in front of me maintaining his composure, showing a great deal of self-control. Suddenly, my nipples begin to tingle and grew harder as my tits are filled with such a wonderful feeling. Next my clit was tingling and vibrating as the embedded ring came to life. I got aroused quickly, but I didn't want to. My mind was in turmoil but my body was on fire. "OK Gwen, you win. I'll send him away. He won't make the movie with you." I breathed a sigh of relief. I may have to make this movie but at least he would be out of my life. "But understand that if you insist that John leaves, you're signing his death warrant. For as sure as the sun rises in the morning, those loan sharks will not let him off the hook. His debt must be paid one way or another. With no way to pay back the money he owes, he'll pay with his life. And you'll have to live knowing that because of you he died." Goddammit, how could he put this on me? How could he leave John's fate in my hands? "Make certain that's what you want. If you can live with that fine, but if by chance, you change your mind within the next 5 minutes, you are to do as I asked you to do. Do you understand, Gwen? " he asked. I began to shake uncontrollably. I was filled with such anxiety. How could I condemn him to death? How could I live with that on my conscience? Yes, he betrayed me, and I hate him for that, but I couldn't live knowing that I sent him to his death. The Marquis manipulated me. He knew I wouldn't let the bastard die. He knew I'd get down on my knees and suck the son-of-a-bitch's cock. The minutes passed as my mind was in turmoil. The battle in my mind raged on. I didn't care about him. Let him die. I owed him nothing. I was a good wife. He betrayed me. "One minute remains before John leaves, Gwen," said the Marquis. John looked scared as the seconds ticked away. What choice did I have? As the tingling in my nipples and clit increased, my pussy began to drip. The fire in my loins raged on out of control. I slowly walked towards John and dropped down on my knees in front of him. The thought of what I had to do revolted me. I moaned in lust as much as in disgust at the act I must perform. "A wise choice, Gwen. The cameramen are here to film this for our movie. Do as I direct you to do. I want this done right!" he again took charge. A tear flows down my cheek as the Marquis directs me to undo John's belt and remove his slacks. I slowly do as the Marquis bids. He's now naked from the waist down and his cock is hard. I'm on my knees in front of him staring at his cock. I find it repulsive! "OK, Gwen, take John's cock in your hands and stroke it as you look up at him," directed the Marquis. I slowly reached for his cock with a trembling hand and reluctantly stroked it as I forced myself to look up at him. His cock grew harder in my hand as I continued to stroke it. "That's good! Now, still looking at him, run your tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip," directed the Marquis. I was paralyzed. How could I do this? "Gwen!" Oh how I loathed this. I did as directed running my tongue up the length of his fucking cock. I repeated this several times. The pleasure John felt was written all over his face. He was enjoying this too much, and I was doing all of the work. "Good. Now run your tongue all over the head of his cock, and start to moan as you do this." I licked the bulbous head of his cock, tempted to bite it off, but I didn't. I moaned to please the Marquis. Precum leaked from the head of John's cock which I was forced to taste. The wonderful tingling sensations still coursed through my body getting me hotter and hotter. I was a slut on fire. As I licked the head of his cock, the task was becoming less distasteful. "Great! Now take his cock and run it around your nipples. Remember to look up at him seductively!" The cameramen moved in as I took his cock and ran it all over my nipples. God that felt so good. I looked up at John as I licked my lips. I smeared his precum all over my nipples. This was turning me on so much, but I didn't want to be turned on by this bastard. I imagined what it would be like to have his cock rammed up my pussy, driving me to orgasm after orgasm. I licked his cock some more taking the initiative and then running it up and down between my cleavage. Milk began to seep from my nipples, and I smeared it all over John's cock. I then took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked. John moaned. His cock was now at the back of my throat, and I pushed letting it enter my throat. I could feel the head of his cock massaging the walls of my throat, coating my throat with his precum. John was breathing heavier and moaning as I took the last inch of his cock into my throat. My lips brushed up against his pubic hair. God his cock felt so good in my throat. "Very nice, Gwen. Now move your head back and forth allowing John's cock to explore your throat and move those tits seductively." I did as the Marquis directed, and then slowly backed off withdrawing his cock from my throat until just the head is in my mouth. Then I again began the slow descent, taking him all the way back into my throat. I was so hot now and close to my own orgasm. I tried to block out John and just concentrate on his cock as a separate entity. My mouth was now moving up and down his long shaft, taking him deep each time. My pace increased as I became highly aroused and so close to a climax. And then John's cock exploded in my throat dumping load upon load of cum in my belly. I swallowed trying to keep up with the flow of his sperm. As my tummy was filled, I reached my own peak and "aaaagggggggggggg" excruciating pain shoots through my highly sensitive clit and nipples causing me to convulse as John's cock was still buried in my throat. Electricity flowed through my body as the convulsions continued. My mouth impaled on his cock, I shook uncontrollably. "Holy shit, I can feel tingling throughout my cock," John exclaimed. John withdrew his cock as I rolled over on my back still shaking and breathing heavily trying to catch my breath and recover from the pain racking my body. Tears well up in my eyes as my frustration built. I trembled uncontrollably. "Gwen, you know you're not allowed to cum. I thought you could better control yourself especially considering who you are giving a blow job. How could you get off sucking on the cock of a man who you hate and despise so much? Are you that much of a slut?" I lay there listening to him belittle and degrade me in front of John. John looked down at me with a smile on his face. I was so ashamed of myself. "Clean up your mess, Gwen," John ordered. I was paralyzed and couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did I hear right? Was he ordering me to clean his cock? What right did he have to do that? He should be grateful that I didn't have him sent off, left to the mercy of those loan sharks. "Do as you're told, Gwen!" ordered the Marquis. "But..." "There are no buts! Do as you are told. Crawl over to John and clean his cock!" I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to John. I hated him so much. I took his cock and licked it clean as he looked down on me with a smirk on his face. He then helped me up and whispered in my ear, "I am so much looking forward to working with you on this movie. If today was any indication of what's to come, we're going to have a hell of a time." I was tricked. The Marquis knew I wouldn't send John to his death. He counted on it. He used and manipulated me, and I was too stupid to see it until it was too late. John fondled my breasts as tears once again welled up in my eyes. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. "Well, today has been very productive. This will be a nice addition to the `Misadventures of Gwen.' Don't you think so, John?" "Oh yes, sir, it certainly will," smiled John. "Rest up. Tomorrow is another day. I'll call an attendant to show you to your quarters." After John left, the Marquis directed his attention to me. "You need to be milked, Gwen. Claire will be here shortly. Anything to say?" "I was tricked!" I stammered. "I gave you a choice. You made your own decision." "You knew I wouldn't send him to his death!" "The decision was yours to make. You'll have to live with it! No one twisted your arm. No one told you to crawl over to him like a slut and suck his cock. You did that on your own." I fell silent. He was right. I should have seen through his manipulations. It was my own fault. Damn him! "Put your hands behind your back! That's right. I want those bloated tits sticking out!" He then reared back and smacked my left tit on the side knocking it into my right tit. He repeated this, rearing back and smacking my right tit setting it in motion. As he talked to me, he alternated his blows to first the left tit and then the right. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I don't like your attitude lately, Gwen. I've been lenient with you, but your boldness is getting out of control. You need some discipline." The blows continued. SMACK! SMACK! "I especially don't appreciate being defied by you in front of my guests. This is never to happen again or you will suffer the consequences. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes sir. Forgive me," I stammered as the blows to my tits continued. My breasts were turning red and the incessant blows to my tits produced a heat that emanated from them. I found that the pain was becoming duller as my nipples had grown rock hard and my clit was throbbing. I was getting wet! Milk was escaping my nipples as the blows continued. I was getting lightheaded, but he wouldn't stop. I thrust my tits out welcoming the blows that reined down upon my breasts. `Harder! Harder! Hit me harder!' I wanted to scream but dared not. I was getting wetter. My cunt was dripping. There was an itch in my cunt that wouldn't go away. It was more insistent. I needed a cock up my cunt fucking me. My clit throbbed so much it hurt. I tried rubbing my legs together but he kicked my feet apart forcing me to maintain a wide stance. And the blows continued until I couldn't take any more. I needed to cum! I wanted to cum! "Aaaaaaggggghhhhh" I felt to my knees as the shock hit me first in the nipples and then in my clit. I shook uncontrollably as once more my body was filled with excruciating pain. I lay there sobbing in pain, cradling my breasts. "You disgust me," he spit out with venom in his voice. Claire was summoned and took me back to my quarters where I was milked and then fed. After a bath, I was put to bed early in preparation for another long day. This had not been a good day for me. I behaved poorly and made some foolish decisions that I would have to live with. Worst of all I'd have to make this movie with that bastard, and I'd only myself to blame for that. If only I had it all to do over again, but I didn't. I was exhausted but too aroused to fall asleep. My breasts were red and aching. My nipples were still hard and my clit ached as the tingling started up. Oh God, not tonight. I fell off into a fitful sleep until I was awakened in the middle of the night to be milked only to fall off once more into a restless sleep.