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 The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 20

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   Chapter 20

   A week has past, and I have spent that time resting and recuperating
from the ordeal with the doctor.  The last thing I remember was cuming like
I had never cum before.  Waves of pleasure flowed through my body consuming
me while at the same time the electric shocks delivered to my system though
my nipples and clit increased.  Then I must have blacked out!  The next
thing I remember was waking up in my own bed.

   Physically there was no damage, and I felt much better, but I had
changed.  The injection I received in my clit from Shakiro did enlarge my
clit by over half an inch.  It looked like the change was permanent.  Now,
even when I walk my clit is stimulated and constantly hard.  When I resume
my morning walks, I can see where this will pose a problem.  Well, a
problem for me but a source of entertainment for the Marquis and his
perverted friends.

   Also, my hair was now down to my shoulders.  The rapid growth still
continues.  A hair stylist attends to my growing hair on a daily basis.

   The massage therapist has also become part of my daily routine. 
Tomorrow I start my daily exercise routine again.  Work on the movie has
been postponed for a week to allow me to recuperate.  Actually, I haven't
seen the Marquis since the filming with Claudette.  Monique informed me
that I would have audience with him today.

   Emotionally I was having a difficult time.  I felt so used, and
sometimes I thought I was my own worst enemy.  I could be such a poor judge
of character.  I think this comes from being too trusting and taking people
at face value.

   I vaguely remembered that day with Dr.  Shakiro.  I knew he injected me
with some drug that heightened all my senses.  I also knew that I agreed to
abuse myself in order to cum, and this was what I have the most difficult
time dealing with.  That I would purposely inflict pain on myself and take
the chance of damaging myself in order to cum repulsed me.  I was driven to
that point once before.  What would possess me to do such a thing?  I knew
I was under the influence of drugs, but I submitted to the abuse.  I was
filled with shame.  I was not the person I use to be.  I liked the old Gwen
better.  Before this all happened to me, I felt much better about myself.
Now I was nothing more than a slut obsessed with satisfying my carnal
desires.

   The only thing I could say in my defense was that I didn't ask to be
this way.  The Marquis de Sade made me this way!  He turned me into what I
am today, and I feared he wasn't done yet.  I had this nagging feeling that
he would continue to modify my body and mold me into who knows what.  It
was strange that I referred to him by his full name.  I never did that
before.  Maybe the fact that Claudette addressed him as de Sade might have
triggered it.  It didn't really matter, did it?  I just hoped he wasn't as
sadistic as his libertine great, great, great grandfather.

   For the first time in a week I was fully dressed with my customary over
the knee boots, cuffs, and, of course, custom bra.  Today's color was a
bright green.  This was new.  I hadn't seen it before.  I must get
accustomed to these five inch heels after having had a reprieve from them
for a week.

   After lunch Claire milked me.  She had been distant lately and had very
little to say.  She was acting very professional and businesslike, but
sometimes I caught her staring at me.

   When my milking was done, Monique escorted me to the Marquis.  As we
walked down the hall, I was very conscious of my clit.  My clit stuck well
out of its hood and constantly rubbed against it causing it to throb and
get harder.  I now found I was very aroused just from walking.

   By the time we reached the Marquis, I was extremely horny and my pussy
lips were swollen and throbbing.  Don't think too badly of me.  I can't
help it.  I can't help what I have become.

   I assumed my normal subservient position not wanting to irritate the
Marquis as I waited for him to finish up whatever he was doing.  He seemed
to be engrossed in some papers he was reading.  After around ten minutes or
so, he put down his papers and approached me.

   "Well, Gwen, how you are feeling?" he inquired.

   "Fine, sir," I responded.

   "That's good to hear.  I want you ready for next week's shooting.  This
movie is turning out much better than I ever imagined possible.  Last
Friday's scene was absolutely amazing!"

   Last Friday.  What was he talking about?  The scene with Claudette was
last Thursday.

   "Are you referring to the scene with Claudette that was taped last
Thursday?" I asked cautiously.

   "No, Gwen, I'm talking about the scene with Dr.  Shakiro that was taped
on Friday," he said.

   "You knew what was going to happen to me at the doctor's?" I asked
incredulously.

   "Well, of course, I knew," he responded.

   "But I thought I was just going for a check-up to make sure I was
alright," I said.

   "And that's exactly what you were suppose to think, Gwen," he snickered.

   "But there were no camera's in his office."

   "There most certainly were.  Three hidden cameras caught all the action.
Actually one was right above you that captured many excellent close-up
shots of you."

   Oh my God, everyone would see what I did to myself!  How I begged for
`The Intimidator.' How I abused my breasts with pins.  Tears well up in my
eyes as I thought of the humiliation this video would cause me.

   "Did you think for one minute that Dr.  Shakiro would experiment on you
with a new drug without my knowledge?  No, the whole thing was planned,
Gwen.  Your lack of knowledge of the whole affair allowed you to be
spontaneous," he mused.

   "How could you allow that to be taped," I cried feeling like such a
fool. I was so gullible.

   "Those things make for great movies, my dear.  This is no
run-of-the-mill porn film.  I seek to titillate my viewers, to take them to
new heights, to show them the extreme!" he continued as he paced back and
forth in front of me.

   Yes, but at my expense.  I had to pay the price.  I had to be
manipulated to new levels of depravity so he could "titillate" his viewers.
My self-worth and self-esteem had to be sacrificed.

   "You've grown so quiet.  Is something wrong?" he asked.

   Is something wrong!  He really had no clue and didn't care.  As long as
I served his purposes, nothing else really mattered, did it.

   "No, sir," I said sadly.

   He picked up the remote and unclasped my bra.  He then removed it and
spent some time examining my breasts.

   "It's remarkable!  There are absolutely no blemishes on your breasts. 
No one would ever know that just over a week ago you were sticking three
inch needles in them," he remarked.

   "I didn't do it by choice, sir.  I was drugged and duped into it as you
very well know," I blurted out not able to hold back my tears.

   "Whether you did it by choice or not is of little consequence.  The fact
remains that you did it!" he retorted slapping me across the face.  "Dr. 
Shakiro's drug simply heightened your sensitivity.  It wasn't a mind
control drug.  You had a choice and you made it."

   "If I wasn't under the influence of that drug, I would have never done
that to myself," I stubbornly replied trying to maintain some semblance of
dignity.

   "I beg to differ with you, Gwen.  You are a slut who thinks about
nothing else but cuming.  Look at your clit now.  It's throbbing and hard.
All you think about is sex," he said.

   "My clit is throbbing and hard because he enlarged it again.  It always
sticks out now.  It's always sensitive.  I was never like this before I
came here," I cried.

   "You may have never acted like this before, Gwen, but deep down your
true nature was lying latent.  The slut in you was simply looking for an
opportunity to take over, and now it has.  You love everything that I do to
you.  When you think about it afterwards and even in the midst of your
degradation, you get aroused."

   "You did this to me.  I was never like that before," I stubbornly
retorted.

   "I've told you before to speak to me with respect.  Do I make myself
clear?" he said as he grabbed my nipples and squeezed and pulled them.

   I cried out in pain.

   "I think you like to be punished, Gwen.  I think you are insolent on
purpose so I'll punish you," he taunted me.

   "I do not," I said whimpering.

   "Yes, I think you like nothing better than to get punished and to have
an excuse to punish and abuse yourself, maybe not at a conscious level but
subconsciously you do."

   I stood there silently.  Why argue.  I couldn't win.  He would only make
life more miserable for me if I said anything else.

   The Marquis looked at me, eyeing me up and down.  He was one of the few
people that could make me feel self-conscious now.  It was almost as if he
was looking through me.  I was feeling very uncomfortable right now.  It
was also becoming difficult to maintain this position in these five inch
heels.

   Finally he broke the silence.

   "Gwen, what if I offered you an opportunity to cum right now?" he asked.

   He had to be kidding.  To cum again in just over a week would be heaven,
but there had to be a catch.  He was anything but Mr.  Nice Guy.

   "Would you like that, Gwen?  I thought that would make you happy?"

   "Oh yes, sir, I would like that very much."

   "Yes, you like to cum because you're a slut!"

   Yes, sir, if you say so, sir," I replied.

   "I say so because it's the truth!" he insisted.

   I needed to keep my mouth shut before he got riled.  He stood close to
me and reached down to worry my clit as his questioning continued.

   "What would you do to be allowed to cum?" he asked.

   "I'd do whatever you tell me to do," I responded.

   "Why would you do whatever I tell you to do?" his questions continued.

   "Because you are the master.  You own me," I replied hoping this
appeased him.

   "The rules are changing for today, Gwen.  You can say no and that's
perfectly alright.  I'm not going to be upset one way or the other," he
said as he continued to play with me clit which was getting me highly
aroused.

   He knew what he was doing.  I just wish I could figure out what his game
was.  It was hard to think clearly when he was stimulating me like that.  I
was not complaining.  I liked the attention.  I just didn't know where this
was all leading.

   "Do you remember Dopey?" asked the Marquis.

   "Oh yes, sir," I quickly answered.  Maybe too quickly.  How could I
forget Dopey?  How could any girl who had experienced Dopey forget him?

   "Well, how would you like Dopey to bring you to orgasmic bliss" he
asked.

   ""I would like that, sir," I answered.

   "I'm sure you would," he responded.

   "What would you be willing to do if I brought Dopey up here right now?"
he asked.

   "I'm not quite sure I know what you mean, sir," I answered.

   "Everything comes at a price, Gwen.  Are you willing to pay the price?"

   "What would that be, sir?" I asked.

   I know this couldn't be good.  I knew he'd want me to do something
degrading, but I needed to find out especially if it would mean some time
with Dopey.

   "Well, let me think!  What could I have you do?  Something you might
agree to seeing that you're completely sober and not under the influence of
any drugs.  Aaaaahhhhh, I think I have it," he said.

   He walked over to his desk and came back with a small silver box.  He
stood before me and resumed playing with my clit.  I wish he wouldn't do
that.  I was getting so aroused.  It was hard to think straight when I was
horny.

   "You're probably wondering what's in this box.  Would you like to guess,
Gwen?" he asked.

   "No, sir," I replied.

   "Not the adventuresome type, eh?  Well, Gwen, it's something you've
become very familiar with," he said.

   He then opened the box.  My jaw drops opened as I looked upon the
contents.  He couldn't be serious?  Why would he want to do that to me
again?  There was no way.  I absolutely refuse.  After all, he gave me the
choice.

   "This one is only an inch and a half long!  All you have to do is insert
it in your nipple like you did the three inch ones.  I would say that's a
bargain," he said.

   I stared at the pin which really didn't look too dangerous.

   "After inserting these inch and a half pins in your nipples, we have
some nice short half inch ones that you can insert all around the edge of
your areolas."

   He was serious.  He really wanted me to do this to myself.

   "You can do that to me he you want, sir," I replied.

   "Oh no, Gwen, I'm not going to do anything to you.  You're going to do
it to yourself and only if you really want to.  If you refuse, you can go
back to your quarters and have a nice leisurely afternoon.  That will be
the end of it!  The decision is totally up to you.  I'm not forcing you to
do anything," he said.

   I knew I should refuse and leave.  That would be the end of it, but the
prospect of cuming and at the same time with Dopey was very tempting.

   "Take a few minutes to think about it, Gwen," he said with a smirk on
his face.

   My clit was throbbing.  I was highly aroused.  I could feel an itch in
my pussy that really needed attention.  The thought of Dopey's seven inch
tongue working its way into my pussy was making me wetter.  The slut in me
wanted that so much!

   I didn't like sticking those needles in my nipples.  Why did Claudette
have to start with that stuff anyway?  These were only an inch and a half
long.  That wasn't as bad as the others.  They were painful, but they
didn't cause any permanent damage.  And Dopey would be distracting me and
countering any pain, I may feel.  Plus, they kind of got me aroused.

   "Well, Gwen, have you decided?" asked the Marquis.

   "Yes, sir," I answered.

   "And?"

   "I'll do it, sir," I stammered.

   "You understand that this is your decision.  You have the right of
refusal," he said.

   "Yes, sir," I replied.

   "You also understand that all that has happened thus far has been taped
by hidden camera, and in all likelihood will be part of your debut motion
picture?"

   "I didn't know that, sir," I stammered somewhat taken aback by the fact
that this was taped.

   "Are you aware that I have hidden cameras?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Did I not tell you that everything that happened with the doctor was
taped?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Didn't the thought cross your mind that I might be taping this?"

   "Well, sir, I never really thought about it."

   "That's the point, Gwen.  You don't think, and that's alright.  I like
you like that," he laughed.  "Sluts are not supposed to think."

   I looked down.

   "So you now understand that everything that has happened thus far has
been taped?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "And that everything that happens for the remainder of the afternoon
will also be taped, only we will bring the film crew in to get some really
good shots," he added.

   "I do now, I guess."

   "Good!  Just so there are no misunderstandings.  I would hate to have
you come back later and say you were used or misled."

   Everything happened very quickly after that.  A camera crew arrived and
set up.  A large reclining chaise was the main focal point.  In front of
that was placed a full length mirror.  I later found out that it was a
Claudette Chaise.  How ironic that the very thing she introduced me to, I
would perform on myself on a piece of furniture that bore her name.

   The only attire I wore for this scenario was my over the knee boots.

   One of the Marquis's technicians placed the small speaker in my ear so
that the Marquis could give me directions.  I lay on the chaise with my
legs straddling the sides.  My pussy was completely exposed as the
cameramen took some close-up shots.  I anxiously waited for Dopey to
arrive. I could feel his long tongue right now licking my large clit, and
then working its way down to my opening.  I got wetter just thinking about
it.

   "Can you hear me, Gwen?  If so, nod.  We're ready to begin," he said. 
It was as if he was whispering in my ear, but I could see he was over
behind the cameras getting ready.  He was probably waiting for Dopey.

   "All right, Gwen, on the word action, get up and walk over to the
vanity. Pick up the silver box with the pins in it and walk back.  Lie back
down on the chaise and make sure to spread your legs wide.  Also, make sure
your tits bounce up and down as you walk over and back," he directed.

   "All right, everyone, quiet on the set.  Lights!  Camera!  Action!"

   I got up from the chaise and sauntered over to the vanity.  I knew that
all eyes are on me, and I was being filmed by three cameras from various
angles.  Somehow this excited me.  I was further excited by the prospects
of what Dopey would soon be doing to me.  I picked up the silver box and
walked back to the chase, my breasts bouncing seductively on my chest. 
They shimmied unconfined with every step I took.  Back at the lounge I
reclined and spread my legs wide, revealing my huge clit and my puffy
labia.

   "That's good, Gwen, nicely done.  Now play with your nipples.  Squeeze
them, pull on them, just be creative," directed the Marquis.

   I took my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and rolled them back
and forth.  This was all new to me.  I had never been allowed to touch
myself before and certainly not to arouse myself.  I was fascinated at how
my nipples got even harder and the pleasure I could give them.  I looked in
the mirror, and I could see my large nipples being rolled between my
fingers.  I pulled on them sending a charge to my already throbbing clit. I
hoped Dopey would soon be here, or should I say Shawn?  I remembered back
to that night he came to my chambers.  The love and concern he showed for
me.

   The Marquis's words snapped me out of my reverie.

   "All right, Gwen, open the box and take out one of the inch and a half
pins and look at it.  Play with it.  Tease your right nipple with it. 
Dopey should be here soon," he directed.

   As the cameras zoom in, I opened the box and took out the pin.  My right
nipple was aching as I took the pin and ran it all over it.  It sent
shivers up and down my spine.  I then circled my nipple with the pin and
then around my areola further exciting myself.  I thought about what I was
going to do with that pin.  How I was going to drive it into the end of my
nipple.  I strangely got more excited at this thought.  My pussy was
dripping.  My clit ached more than ever.

   "Good, Gwen, that's good.  I can see you're really getting into this. 
Now, take the pin and hold the point at the center of your nipple.  Really
play this up, and then slowly push the pin all the way into your nipple,"
directed the Marquis.

   It was almost as if he was right there by my side the way he whispered
in my ear.  I was so turned on.  I took the pin and held the point at the
center of my right nipple.  Flashes came back to me of when Claudette drove
those two inch pins into my nipples, only this time it was different.  It
was my choice.  I decided to do this.  That excited me even more as I
moaned feeling the tip of the needle against my nipple.

   "Gwen, before you insert the pin into your nipple, I thought I would let
you know that I also put several three inch pins in there in case you
decide you might like to switch to them.  Of course, it's totally up to
you. Considering you're nipples are an inch and a quarter long, you might
get more turned on by the longer needles."

   Oh God, three inch needles.  I did do that last week, and there was no
damage.  This pin was awfully short.  I looked in the box and saw the three
inch needles gleaming as they stood out next to the one remaining inch and
a half pin.  Like a magnet my hand was drawn to them as I took one from the
box and discarded the shorter pin.  I moaned as a placed the tip against my
nipple.  I must have looked quite the sight sitting there on the chaise
with my legs spread wide, getting off this way.  I pushed on the needle and
it entered my nipple.  I felt the sharp pain in my nipple caused by the
intruder but at the same time my clit throbbed and grew harder.  I looked
at my nipple, fascinated as I pushed and the pin disappeared into my flesh.
An inch and a half was already buried in my nipple.  I moaned feeling so
nasty.  I took the other needle and placed it on my left nipple.  I
shivered.  I then slowly pushed, driving the tip forward into my nipple.  I
kept pushing and the pin disappeared until half of it too was buried.

   "That's great, Gwen.  Don't push them in any further yet.  They look so
erotic sticking out of your nipples.  Try squeezing your breasts and
licking your lips.  Look at the camera with that lustful look in your eye.
Think about what Dopey's going to do to you very soon."

   Oh yes, Dopey and that wonderful tongue not to mention his two cocks. 
This time I wouldn't have to worry about being shocked.  Dopey could bring
me to orgasm.  Oh my God, I couldn't wait.  These thoughts went through my
mind as I squeezed my tits, watching the pins that protruded obscenely from
my nipples.  I couldn't believe I was really doing this to myself.  I was
such a nasty slut!

   I squeezed my breasts together feeling the pins move in my nipples which
just further excited me.  Oh, where was Dopey.  I needed him so badly right
now.  I held my breasts up and licked my nipples.  God, I had never done
that to myself before.  A chill ran up and down my spine.  When Dopey got
here, maybe he could lick my nipples too.  The thought sent shivers up and
down my spine.

   I then lay back and played with the pins.  I couldn't hold off any long
as I pushed on both of them at the same time and watched them slowly
disappear into my nipples.  They were all the way in, and I was so fucking
hot and turned on.  I reached down to rub my clit.

   "No, Gwen, don't touch yourself there.  Only your breasts," the Marquis
commanded.

   I instinctively obeyed.  I forgot that any freedom I enjoyed right now
was only at the whim of the Marquis.

   I moaned.  My pussy was itching and in need of attention.  How I wished
I could put my legs together and rub my clit.  I was so wet down there.

   "Try smacking your nipples, Gwen.  See if that excites you," directed
the Marquis.

   Out of pure frustration I tried it.  I smacked my left nipple which
drove the pin in deeper sending waves of pain to my breast.  I breathed
faster and heavier as my chest heaved up and down.  I then smacked my right
nipple sending waves of pain through that breast.  The pain dulled as my
pussy got wetter and wetter.  I found that this was getting me more
excited. I continued to smack my nipples and moaned with the pain and
pleasure that coursed throughout my body.  I was working myself up into a
frenzy.

   "That's great, Gwen.  Now just try to settle down a little bit,"
directed the Marquis.

   I lay back.  My breasts heaved up and down on my chest as I tried to
catch my breath.  My hips were constant motion as the heat built in my
loins.  I needed Dopey.  I looked in the mirror and saw a slut in heat,
sexy and bizarre at the same time.  My shoulder length hair framed my
lust-filled gaze as I played with my large voluptuous breasts.

   "Gwen, I just got a call that Dopey can't be found.  Evidently, he was
mistakenly taken with the other dwarves for a night of entertainment at the
Count's gala event.  I'm not quite sure what to do at this point," he said.

   "Cut!  Everyone take a 20 minute break, and then we'll continue
filming," said the Marquis to all present.

   Everyone left to get refreshments in the other room, leaving me alone
with the Marquis.

   "Ok Gwen, stand and assume the position," he commanded.

   I got up from the chaise and locked my hands behind my head with my legs
spread wide.  The movement of my breasts made me very much aware of the
three inch pins still imbedded in my nipples.

   The Marquis approached and pushed on my nipples.  He was fascinated by
the pins buried in my nipples.

   "How do they feel, Gwen?" he asked as he pulled the left one half way
out and then slowly pushed it back in.

   I closed my eyes feeling the pin reenter my flesh; pain mixed with
pleasure gave me conflicting signals.

   "You like that, don't you?  You enjoy sticking those pins in your tits,
and I bet you'll enjoy it just as much when you take those half inch pins
and circle your areoles."

   "You promised that Dopey would be here if I agreed to do this,"

   "There are some things that are beyond my control, but I promise you I
will have someone here to bring you to a climax.  I am a man of my word. 
I'm just not sure who, but the person will be here by the time you're done
inserting the other pins," he said.

   I knew better than to argue with the Marquis.  I couldn't win.  The fact
that he was still willing to let me cum was good enough for me.  I must
trust him.  I was in such a horny state now, there was no turning back.  I
needed release!

   "What about one of the technicians?" I asked.

   "Be serious, Gwen.  I can't use some average schmuck in this movie.  The
person I use must be exceptional.  Dopey would have been perfect, but I
will find someone else.  I'm working on it as we speak."

   I'm just so hot.  I wanted Dopey so badly.  I moaned.

   The Marquis leaned over and took my right nipple in his mouth.  He
sucked on it.  I could feel the pin moving in my nipple as he applied
pressure and moved his head slightly back and forth.  At the same time he
reached down and rubbed his finger up and down my slit.  I was getting so
aroused.  He switched nipples as he continued to play with my pussy.  My
breath came in short bursts as I got hotter and hotter, my breasts
shimmying on my chest.

   Just then the film crew returned, and the Marquis ordered everyone back
to their places.  I once again lay back in the chaise with my legs spread.
I was now hotter than ever.  My pussy was a swamp.

   "You look highly aroused, my little slut.  Are you ready?  When the
action begins, start pushing those half inch pins all round the outside of
your areolas.  Nod if you understand." I heard a whisper in my ear.

   I nodded.

   "All right, quiet on the set!  Places everyone!  Lights!  Camera! 
Action!" directed the Marquis.

   Besides the fact that I was so hot and turned on, the bright lights were
adding to my discomfort.  Shutting out the rest of the world, I took one of
the short pins and placed it at the top of my right areola and pushed.  It
broke through and went all the way in.  I felt excruciating pain for only a
moment as it soon began to fade.  My clit was throbbing horribly.  I took
another sharp pin and became obsessed with completing the ring around my
nipple.  Each pin produced the same result, an intense burst of pain that
soon faded.  By now my clit ached so badly.  It stuck out begging for
attention, but there was no one to attend to it.  I wanted so badly to
reach down and rub it.  I wanted to bury my fingers in my pussy.  My hips
moved involuntarily trying to create some friction.

   I then started working on my left nipple methodically placing the pins
and pushing them all the way in.  I couldn't imagine how I looked.  I knew
I was getting dizzy from the arousal I was feeling.  I looked up and into
the mirror.  A wanton slut looked back at me with glazed eyes and a sopping
wet pussy - I looked and felt like a total slut.  I moaned in lust!

   "Gwen, you look quite hot.  I think I've finally found a suitable
replacement for Dopey.  She'll be on the set momentarily.  Let her take the
lead.  Play out the rest of the scene her way.  I had to make several
concessions.  I promise you'll be rewarded in the end," the Marquis said.

   Oh God, he had finally found someone.  It was a female, but I didn't
care.  I just wanted her mouth all over my pussy devouring me so that I
could get the release I needed so badly.  I was so fucking hot.  I needed
to cum.

   Several minutes passed as I squeezed my breasts, mesmerized by the
pattern formed by the pins.  It was so surreal.  I couldn't believe I
actually was doing this to myself.  How did I get myself in these
predicaments?

   A cleaning lady was walking onto the set.  What was she doing here?  My
God, she was ancient.  She must be 90 years old.  Her skin was all
shriveled up and looked like leather.  She was using a cane.

   She walked over to me and looked down.

   "What have you done to yourself, Missy?" she asked in a crackling voice.


   I just stared at her dumbly.

   She reached down and grabbed my breast with her bony hand.  She squeezed
and kneaded it as she examined the pins.

   "My god, how long is that thing," she said as she started to withdraw
the pin from the center of my right nipple.  I closed my eyes very much
aware of the pin being pulled out.  I must bear this if I expected her to
get me off.

   She then slowly pushed it back in and did the same to my left breast. 
This just aroused me even more.  I was getting dizzy.  I humped the air
trying to make contact with anything.

   "Before I do anything to that nasty looking pussy of yours, you need to
take care of me first," she crackled as she began to remove her uniform.

   What was she talking about!  I was the one who needed relief.

   My jaw dropped open as she undressed revealing a withered up leathery
skinned body.  She couldn't weigh more than fifty pounds.  Her breasts
looked like two flaps of skin hanging on her chest.  She looked so
emaciated, but that was how old people looked, I guess.  How could the
Marquis think that this was a suitable replacement?  I felt like crying,
and I would have if I wasn't so aroused, so desperate.

   After undressing, she pushed a button on the side of the chaise and it
reclined putting me flat on my back with my legs still hanging over the
sides of the chaise.  She then took my hands and placed them above my head.
For an old woman, she was extremely strong.  Immediately two cuffs were
attached to my wrists immobilizing me.  What was going on?  She acted as if
she knew what she was doing!

   "There!  That's better, missy!  Now you're ready to service me.  I've
never been eaten out by such a young thing.  This is really going to be a
treat for me," she laughed.

   She then straddled my head so that she was facing my breasts.  I looked
up and saw this old wrinkled pussy descending over my face.  Oh God, no! 
The smell was horrible!  My nose was buried in the crack of her ass as I
was forced to tongue her pussy.  I needed to work quickly to get her off.
The sooner this was over the better.  My tongue and lips worked frantically
on her pussy for now I found I couldn't breathe.  My air supply had been
cut off.

   Then I felt a smack to the side of my left breast.  God that hurt!  It
was followed by a smack to my right breast.

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   Four more slaps followed in quick succession knocking my boobs left and
right.  The old lady then hit me directly on my right nipple eliciting a
scream from me that was lost in her pussy.  Another direct hit on my left
nipple followed.

   Somebody help me!  My breasts were racked with pain, and I couldn't
breathe.

   She suddenly raised herself allowing me to gulp in much needed air.  I
was hyperventilating.  This was not at all what I expected.

   I saw black again as her pussy descended over my face.  She then grabbed
my breasts and squeezed as she ground her pussy all over my face.

   "Stick that tongue out, Missy, and lick.  I'm going to cum," she panted
as her pace increased.

   I licked and sucked as her old, shriveled, wet, sopping pussy ground
down smearing my face with her juices.  She used my breasts as handles to
gain leverage as she ground away.  I could hear her panting as she
approached her climax.

   "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, oh yes, suck little Missy.  I'm cuuuummmmiiinnggg,"
she screamed as her pace increased.

   My face was buried in her pussy as she came in my mouth.  I lapped and
sucked and swallowed as fast as I could.  She then settled down and sat on
my face for some time, occasionally raising herself so that I could quickly
catch my breath.  She seemed to be fascinated with my breasts and the pins
embedded in them.  As she ground her pussy on my face, she very slowly
started taking out the smaller pins.  I could feel them tug on my breast as
they were withdrawn.  My pussy ached longing for the attention this old
hag's pussy was getting.

   She finally got up and off of me.  All of the small pins were gone but
the two long three inch pins were still embedded in my nipples.

   "You really need to guard against infection, missy," she said as she
picked up a bottle of alcohol that seemed to have materialized out of
nowhere.  She poured it all over my nipples.

   "Aaaaaaggggghhhhh," I screamed as the alcohol burned, seeping into all
the tiny openings around my areolas.

   "Now, that's better.  No chance of infection," she cackled.

   "Please make me cum!" I pleaded.

   "Well..." she said as she squatted down between my legs.

   "My God that clit of yours is huge, and I can see it throbbing.  Why
I've known some guys that have smaller pricks than that," she cackled.

   This is not at all what I expected.

   She bent her index finger and held the tip with her thumb.  She then
released it flicking her index finger into my clit.

   "Ouch!  What are you doing, you bitch!  Don't do that to my clit.  Don't
you know how sensitive an aroused clit is," I screamed.

   She looked at me almost ready to break into tears.  Then she got up!

   "What are you doing?  Why did you get up?" I asked.

   "I will not eat the pussy of anyone who calls me names and yells at me
like that.  I'm out of here," she said as she gathered her clothes and
left.

   "No, wait, you can't go!  You can't leave me like this.  You have to
make me cum!" I screamed as she left the set.

   "SOMEBODY MAKE ME CUM!" I screamed.  "I NEED TO CUM!" Then I began to
sob uncontrollably.  I couldn't even move my arms.

   "Cut!  That's a wrap!  Pack up!  We're done for the day," ordered the
Marquis.

   There was a flurry of activity around me as the Marquis came over and
released my arms.  I sobbed uncontrollably.

   "Get a hold of yourself, Gwen," he ordered.

   "It's not fair.  She was supposed to make me cum.  Instead, I ended up
making her cum.  It's not fair," I cried.

   "You shouldn't have insulted her.  She's very sensitive," the Marquis
stated.

   "Did you see what she did to my clit?" I asked hysterically.

   The Marquis slapped me across the face.

   "Get a hold of yourself.  This behavior is not acceptable!  Now, assume
the position," he ordered.

   I spread my legs and locked my hands behind my head in obedience to the
Marquis.

   He took the end of each pin and slowly withdrew them from my nipples
watching my face the whole time.

   "I need to cum.  You promised," I whispered in desperation.

   "Because of your poor behavior, Gwen, you will not be allowed to cum.  I
now have to go find that woman and apologize to her."

   I cried hysterically but the Marquis would have no part of that as he
slapped me hard across the face demanding silence.

   I forced myself to settle down feeling once again tricked and used.  I
suspect he never intended on letting me cum in the first place.  I should
have refused his offer instead of agreeing to subject myself to such
perverted activities.

   "Evelyn will be here momentarily to take you back to your quarters. 
Before retiring this evening, I expect you to compose a letter of apology
to that old woman.  That's certainly no way for you to speak to a senior
citizen."

   I was returned to my quarters despondent.  I was numb.  I couldn't
believe the events of this day.  It was all a bad dream.  I never felt so
used.  I was so gullible and fell right into the Marquis' trap.

   I was forced to draft a letter of apology.  I was not even sure what I
was apologizing for.  She flicked my clit painfully.  She should be
apologizing to me.

   I went to bed early with no further incident.  I lay there horny and
aroused never receiving the fulfillment I was promised.  Physically and
mentally I was a mess.  I was duped again.  I was tricked by the Marquis.
The first time with the needles I could blame Claudette.  I was bound.  I
had no choice.  The second time with Dr.  Shakiro, I was under the
influence of drugs.  This time I had no excuse.  I made the choice.  There
was no coercion.  I could have said no and returned to my chambers, but the
Marquis knew my weakness.  He knew I would choose to satisfy my lust
especially with Dopey, and I did.  I played right into his hands.  Only he
never intended on letting Dopey satisfy me.  He added insult to injury by
having an old woman use me, and like a fool I practically begged her to get
me off.  How could I stoop so low?

   I cried most of the night ashamed of myself.  How strange that something
that would have made me cringe only a short time ago, I readily did to
satisfy the itch in my cunt.  It was true.  I was nothing more than a slut.
I liked to be used.  I liked the perverted things the Marquis did to me.  I
lived for it.

   Toward morning I drifted off to sleep out of sheer exhaustion.  What
would this day bring?





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