Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 27 _____________________________________ WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. This is a copyrighted work. Copyright 2007 by Kirk. Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites. DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental. Please! Send me your comments! Email to "Kirk" mobiguard-asstr@yahoo.com Website: http://www1.asstr.org/~Kirk ________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 27 A new day always seems to make things look a little brighter. Yesterday didn't seem all that bad after all. Maybe Claire was sincere and really meant no harm. It was so hard for me to distinguish those who were sincere from those who simply used me for their own pleasure. I found that I was looking at those around me differently. Time was so short. I had less than a month before the gala event where I would be the guest of honor. I wanted to be able to orgasm many times at that event. To do that I needed to satisfy anyone I could. I had to make sure not to miss an opportunity when it presented itself. Today the Marquis wanted to see me right after my morning workout. My morning walks were taking a toll on me. I was so horny by the time that I was done. The heavy chains attached to my clit and labia kept me in a constant state of arousal. Thank God for the shower that I was allowed to take after my workout. This morning Monique and Evelyn were especially attentive, and I was able to make them cum. I think they appreciated my advances as I fingered their pussies and licked them as they bathed me. They didn't hold back at all when I buried my tongue in their pussies and made them cum. I was not even dressed yet, and I had four climaxes to my credit. Six more credits and I earned my first opportunity to cum. My attire today was mint green. The over-the-knee boots were especially striking in that color. Once I was dressed, Michelle styled my long golden blonde hair. As she combed my hair, I ran my hand up and down her inner thigh. She didn't object so I became bolder and moved my hand further up her thigh and discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. Somehow I had the feeling she suspected something like this would happen. When I ran my index finger up and down her slit, she spread her legs further apart to grant me better access. I buried three fingers in her pussy and then bent over and ran my tongue all over her hard little clit. We then changed positions. She sat down at my changing table, and I got on my knees and went to work on her dripping wet pussy. She was one hot little woman as I brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. At the same time my clit was hard and throbbing. Why were all of them allowed to cum so easily, and I had to work so hard to earn the opportunity to cum once. "Oh yes, Gwen, that feels so good. I never knew being your hair stylist would reap such fringe benefits. You can eat my pussy every day if you want. There's nothing better than having my pussy eaten out by a slut like you," Michelle moaned as she approached a climax. They all thought of me as a slut, and they were right. That's all I was. All I thought about was sex because that's what he demanded of me. "That's it suck my clit. I'm so close. I'm going to cum all over your face," Michelle said as she grabbed my hair and ground her pussy all over my face. Suddenly she tensed and a loud groan escaped her lips. She shivered as I continued to assault her now sensitive clit. "Oh God, that was so good. Thank you," she exclaimed as she came down from her high. I wiped my face, and Michelle finished my hair before I was taken to the Marquis. The Marquis waited for me in his chambers. He was talking to John when I entered. I was surprised to see that's he was here again. It was becoming a bad habit. "Well, Gwen, you've been a busy girl since yesterday. You don't waste any time, do you?" asked the Marquis as he stood before me. "No, sir," I responded. "Spread your legs wider. Arch your back more. That's better," he said as he tapped me with his riding crop. "Since yesterday afternoon, you've managed to make five people cum. That's quite impressive." "Thank you, sir." "You are definitely slut material. Do you feel like a slut, Gwen?" "Yes, sir." "Yes, I love the lustful look in your eyes. That comes from being denied. I can tell your clit is throbbing and you're always wet, aren't you?" "Yes, sir." "And I imagine that since our conversation yesterday regarding your incentive program, you look at anyone you see as just another opportunity. Your little mind is probably just plotting, trying to figure out how you can get your mouth on that pussy or get that cock in your mouth. Am I right, slut?" "Yes sir," I whispered with a tear in my eye. He was right. I was so transparent. "Why even your husband John who you detest, you wouldn't hesitate to deep throat him if it would get you one step closer to earning the right to cum." He pushed a button on the remote and my bra opened. I wasn't expecting that this morning. He removed my bra and stared at my breasts. "Did Claire milk you yesterday afternoon?" Yes sir, and later last evening and this morning," I answered. "Did I ask about any other times that you were milked?" "No sir." "Then don't volunteer information. Simply answer my question!" he retorted as he smacked the side of my left breast with his riding crop. "Did anything else happen after Claire milked you?" he asked. "Yes, sir." I didn't like where this questioning was headed. "Well, what happened?" "I brought Claire to a climax." "You mean that you ate her pussy, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Then say it. Call it what it is!" He smacked the side of my right breast with his riding crop. "I ate Claire's pussy until she came all over my face, sir." "What else happened, slut?" "Nothing of any importance, sir," I responded. "Nothing of any importance?" he questioned as he paced back and forth in front of me. "No, sir," I answered, feeling like a trapped rat. He pushed a button on the remote, and a large 50" plasma monitor mounted on the wall came to life. There I was sitting on the couch shoving Claire's large dildo up my pussy. "Oh my God," I moaned. "I suppose this is nothing of any importance, slut?" he asked. "I'm sorry, sir," I cried. "You're sorry!" he said as he smacked my right nipple and then my left. My large nipples burned in pain from the blows administered by the Marquis. "Gwen, you're only sorry that you got caught," he spit out as he took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed them viciously. "Aaaaaaaggghhhhh," I screamed out in pain. "What is the one thing that I demand of you?" I never expected this. I was caught off guard. The video continued to play on the big screen as John watched intrigued by what I was doing to myself. The Marquis reared back and again lashed out at my breasts. SMACK! SMACK! SNACK! SMACK! Four successive blows landed upon my abused breasts. "What do I demand of you?" "To be a slut," I answered unsure of what he wanted me to say. "No!" SMACK! SMACK! SNACK! SMACK! Four more blows landed on my aching breasts. "Obedience! First and foremost I demand obedience! You are always to do what I command!" "I'm sorry, sir," I cried. "You're not sorry. You're pathetic!" he shouted. "Why are your hands attached to your sides when you're unattended?" he asked continuing to pace back and forth in front of me. "So I don't touch my pussy, sir!" "Correct. So you don't touch your pussy. Why aren't you allowed to touch your pussy or your breasts or any other part of your body?" "So I don't arouse myself," I cried. "Correct again. What are you doing on the large screen, slut?" "I'm putting a dildo in my pussy," I whispered. "I can't hear you." "I'm putting a dildo in my pussy," I said louder. "Is that considered touching your pussy?" "Yes, sir," I again began to cry. "So you are admitting to being disobedient?" "Yes, sir." "And what do I do to disobedient sluts?" "You punish them, sir." "Yes, I punish them, and you're damn lucky you're such a valuable commodity for I've done away with others for misdemeanors far less serious than yours." "I'm so sorry, sir," I mumbled. "You'll be far sorrier before I'm through with you this day. You'll think twice before you commit another offense against me," he shouted. He then grabbed my hair and pulled back on it. I was forced to look straight up at the ceiling. "John!" I could hear footsteps and then excruciating pain hit my abdomen. John buried his fist in my stomach, and I fell to my knees and doubled over in pain. I groaned in agony. I began to wretch, the blow was so hard. "Get up on your knees and spread your legs wide, slut," the Marquis ordered. I forced myself to obey the Marquis, fearful of what he might do to me. "I hope I have your attention, and I hope you realize how serious an offense you have committed," he retorted. "I'm so sorry, sir. I was just so horny," I explained still trying to catch my breath. "There is no justification for disobedience," he screamed. I was filled with fear and trepidation as the Marquis continued to pace back and forth in front of me. I had never seen him this upset. "Stand up!" he ordered. I quickly scrambled to my feet and assumed the position. I didn't want to further rile him. I had the feeling this was going to be a long day. "What do I demand above all else, Gwen?" "Obedience, sir," I quickly answered. "That is correct. Obedience." He continued to pace. "What are you, Gwen?" "I am a slut, sir." "Yes, but you are an OBEDIENT SLUT! No matter how aroused you become, no matter how much you would like to cum, what should you NEVER do?" he asked as he stood inches from me and then suddenly reached up and took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to apply pressure. "I should never touch myself without permission," I responded. "Correct! NEVER touch yourself without permission," he said raising his voice while applying more pressure to my nipples. I winced in pain. "You will no longer be required to wear that waist belt when you are alone. I know EVERYTHING that goes on here at the mansion. Nothing escapes me. Do you understand that, Gwen? Nothing escapes me," he hissed as he applied even more pressure to my already abused nipples. "Yes, sir," I groaned, my breasts were now aching and sore from the pressure applied to my nipples by the Marquis. "You will learn self-control. But mark my words, if you are disobedient again, the consequences you will suffer will long be implanted in your memory. Your punishment will be so horrific that it will haunt you during your waking and sleeping hours. Do I make myself clear?" he whispered as still more pressure was applied to my nipples. He was taking all his anger out on more poor tortured nubs. "Oh yes, sir," I winced from the pain shooting through my bloated tits. Tears streamed down my face from the unbearable pain. He then released my nipples. "What are you, Gwen?" the Marquis asked. "I am an obedient slut," I quickly responded. "Yes, an OBEDIENT SLUT. I want your thoughts to be preoccupied with only those things sexual. I want you always to be aroused and on the edge. I love the lust filled look in your eyes when you need so desperately to cum. But never touch yourself without permission. That's what it means to be obedient," he lectured. "No sir, I won't," I quickly replied, hoping that all would now be forgiven. I still didn't think it was fair. He wanted me constantly horny and aroused but never fulfilled except at his whim. "You do understand that you will be punished for your transgression?" Claire instigated the whole thing. She's the one who coerced me into using the dildo. Why am I the only one suffering the consequences? "John!" John stepped forward while I was lost in thought, and brought his fist back and buried it in my abdomen once again. Caught off guard, the wind was knocked out of me as I crumbled to the floor in pain with my mouth agape. "Oooooowwwwww," I groaned as I held my now sore aching stomach. I curled up in the fetal position unable to catch my breath. "Get up and assume the position," ordered the Marquis with a cruel coldness in his voice. I struggled to stand, hindered by the extreme pain in my gut. I spread my legs, standing on wobbly legs, hoping I was able to retain my balance. I breathed heavily, feeling pain with every breath that I took. "John!" barked the Marquis. John stood in front of me and began to slap my breasts with stinging blows, first the right one and then the left one, knocking them into each other. They were bloated and filled with milk which only added to my distress. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The blows continued as the Marquis spoke. "Maybe that will hold your attention while I speak to you!" I moaned as pain filled my breasts with each successive blow. "Where was I? Oh yes, your punishment. You do realize that you will be punished?" "Yes, sir," I quickly responded. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The abuse of my breasts continued. John changed his tactic by using the back of his hands to smack me on my nipples. God, that hurt. The pain was much more acute. My nipples began to leak milk. Oh God no, my clit was throbbing and my pussy was leaking. I was such a slut. Even this abuse was getting me aroused. "That's enough, John. She needs to be milked." "Yes sir," John said as he got in one last smack. He stepped back with a grin on his face. He was enjoying this far too much. I hated the bastard. First he sells me into slavery and now he comes back to add to my misery and distress. "John, get Dominique," ordered the Marquis. Who's Dominique? John left the room and several minutes later a tall black woman entered the room. Her presence was imposing. She must be at least six feet tall, extremely slender with long shapely legs and small breasts. Her most outstanding feature was her large sensuous lips. That is the first thing I noticed when she entered the room. I would love to have those lips sucking on my clit. This thought got me even wetter. She was stunning. "Gwen, this is Dominique. She is taking Claire's place whose employment has been terminated for obvious reasons. Dominique is a registered nurse who worked in the maternity ward at St. Mary's Hospital. She is well acquainted with breastfeeding and comes highly recommended." "Hello, Gwen," said Dominique, smiling. "Hello," I answered. "Gwen, Dominique understands that you are under no circumstances to touch yourself without my permission. She also understands that you may service her if time and opportunity permits, and that she may take liberties with you that would increase your arousal. This is a new policy that has been explained to all my employees. I want you as aroused as possible at all times. You'll also notice that we're using a new milking machine that is portable, eliminating that large cart used in the past." "Dominique, do you have any questions before I leave you to get acquainted with Gwen?" "No, sir, I know what to do," she responded. "Yes, well, I'll leave you to your duties." The Marquis left. Dominique stood in front of me smiling. "I hope we become good friends, Gwen, since we'll be spending so much time together," she said as she licked her large sensuous lips. Her hands with those long slender fingers reached out and lifted my breasts. She delicately squeezed and kneaded my breast meat. She had an amazing touch that was getting me further aroused. She examined my breasts carefully. "You must be in pain, honey. You're breasts are so red," Dominique said. "Yes, they are very sensitive," I answered. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I love large breasts like these and know how to take care of them, honey," she said as she lowered her head to my right breast and kissed it. Her lips were like suction cups that moved all over my breast soothing my aching flesh. She sucked and kissed purposefully working towards my hard throbbing nipple. I held my breath in anticipation as her mouth reached my areola and moved in toward my nipple. "Aaaagggghhhhhh," I screamed as she bit down hard on my nipple. Oh my God, that was worse than anything John did to me today. "I'm sorry, honey. I knew you were expecting me to suck gently on your nipple, but I find it doesn't pay to be too predictable," she cooed as she kissed me on the lips. Dominique than took my sore nipple in her mouth and sucked gently. Her lips were so big and it felt so good. "Now, isn't that better?" "Yes, Madam," I said hesitantly. She really caught me off guard. I didn't know what to think. "Call me Dom, honey. All my friends do," I was getting so aroused. Her lips were absolutely amazing. She now moved to my other breast again lavishing it with kisses before focusing on my nipple. I cringed expecting her to bite down hard on my throbbing nipple, but she didn't. She gently took it in her mouth and sucked. God, that felt so good. I think I'm going to like having Dom take care of my breasts. After driving me absolutely wild with her large, soft, wet lips, she applied the suction cups and the portable machine came to life. As I was being milked, she kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back as she buried her tongue in my mouth. At the same time she reached down and pulled on the chain attached to my clit. I was so hot. Milking time was never this good. "Get on your knees, honey, I have a surprise for you," she said as she backed off slightly. This was highly unusually since I was still being milked, but I complied. Dom raised her skirt and exposed her naked pussy. She was clean shaven. Her labia was extremely large with fat outer lips. Her clit was peeking out of its hood, and I could see that she was wet. "We have about five minutes left if you want to make me cum," she whispered. I ran my tongue up and down between her labia, tasting her sweet nectar. I then sucked on her lips which were large and juicy. I worked my way up to her clit and teased it, running my tongue all around it. She pushed forward wanting me to take it in my mouth, but I didn't. I licked my way back down between her lips and sought out her opening. I stiffened my tongue and buried it in her hole. "God, you're good, honey. You'll have me cuming in no time," she moaned as she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me further into her cunt. I darted my tongue in and out of her fuck hole with my cheeks being caressed by her large pussy lips. I then licked my way back up to her now hard throbbing clit. I knew what she wanted me to do. I knew how she wanted me to take her clit in my mouth and suck and nibble on it. I knew because I had a large throbbing clit that right at this moment would love to have that done to it. I would love to be driven over the edge right now and have a massive climax. I was not allowed to, but Dom could as I took her clit in my mouth and sucked hard. I grated my teeth over her clit and pulled on it. "Oh fuck yes," she screamed as she exploded. My face was drenched in her juices as she spasmed in the midst of a climax. I licked and sucked, taking in as much of her sweet nectar as I could. I loved the way she tasted. She helped me up and then removed the cups from my breasts. "Yes, we're going to get along just fine, Gwen," she cooed as she kissed me on the lips. The Marquis returned. His timing was always impeccable. "I take it you took some time to get acquainted, Dominique?" asked the Marquis. "Yes, we did, sir, and I think we've established a very good working relationship," she answered. "Would you agree with that, Gwen?" asked the Marquis. Oh yes, sir, Dom and I got along very well," I answered. "Mmmm, that's good to hear since you will be spending so much time together. Thank you, Dominique. That will be all for now." "Yes, sir," she answered as she picked up the portable milking machine and left. "Well, I was just informed that the Red Hat Society will be having their monthly luncheon here at my estate tomorrow. This is one way I promote good community relations. I participate and support various community organizations - a necessary evil, I'm afraid, but I'm digressing. They need a guest speaker, and I have volunteered you, Gwen." "Me. sir, a guest speaker?" I asked. "Yes, a very simple assignment. It will mostly be a question and answer period on breast milk production. You should be able to handle that with no problem." "If you say so, sir," I said with apprehension. "Believe me you'll have no problems at all. This is a harmless group of old women who get together once a month for lunch or some other social activity. They are totally harmless," he assured me. "Also, I want you to wear this bead bracelet. As you can see, it now has six beads on it because you have earned six credits towards your first climax. Every time you earn a credit, the individual you've made cum will give you a bead. This is a simple way for me to keep track of how many credits you've earned." He placed the bracelet on my wrist. I had to admit that this was an easy way to keep track of my progress. "Now, we still need to deal with the matter of your punishment!" I cringed. Hadn't I been punished enough today. "Since yesterday you've earned 6 credits towards your first climax. I could take those away as your punishment," he said amused. My face gave away my disappointment. "But I won't!" The Marquis paced back in forth in front of me tapping his palm with his riding crop evidently in deep thought. I continued to stand in position although my legs are aching, and I was growing weary. On top of that I was still highly aroused. Maybe for a punishment he could let me suck on his cock. Or maybe he could eat me out as my punishment. Thank God he couldn't read my mind. It was the only privacy I had left. Maybe he knew everything that went on in his mansion, but he couldn't put a camera in my mind. My thoughts were still my own. I was once again feeling resentful towards him for depriving me the way he did. Just let me be the slut that he's turned me into. Let me fuck and cum to my heart's content. "I think I'll give you a choice, Gwen. You can either give me back the six beads as your punishment or hang by that chain in the ceiling by your hair for three hours while you think about what it means to be obedient and the consequences of disobedience." Damn, haven't I been punished enough already. "May I ask a question, sir?" "Certainly, Gwen, by all means." He appeared to be in a better mood this afternoon. Quite a switch from the vile mood he was in this morning. "Am I not to obey everyone in your household at all times, sir?" "Yes, of course." "Why am I being punished for being obedient to Claire?" "Did Claire order you to fuck yourself with that dildo?" "Well, not exactly sir, but that's what she wanted me to do." "Did she order you?" No, sir." "Then, you're telling me you had a choice?" "Well, yes sir." "And you chose to fuck yourself with that huge black dildo?" "Yes, sir, but if she never brought it in the first place, none of it would ever have happened." "That is true, Gwen, and that's why Claire's employment was terminated. Her disobedience wasn't tolerated either." "Yes, sir." "You see, Gwen, you got caught in a trap. Claire knew this was in direct violation of the rules I had set up for you. She thought that by allowing you the choice, I would hold her blameless. She was wrong." "Yes, sir." "Do you have any other questions?" No, sir." "Then make your choice - the beads or suspension!" "I would rather be suspended, sir." "I thought you would. That's the slut in you coming out. You mustn't give up those beads when you're so close to earning your first opportunity to cum," he laughed sadistically. A chain was lowered from the ceiling. In the meantime, Michelle came in and braided my long golden tresses into a pony tail. Then the base of the pony tail was attached to the chain by means of a clip. The chain was raised until my feet were a good foot off the ground. My scalp bore my full weight. I didn't know if I could go through with this. Maybe I should have given up the beads. "You will be checked on periodically over the next three hours. Actually that coincides nicely with your next milking. While you are suspended here in the darkness, be sure to contemplate the need to be obedient at all times." The Marquis walked over to the door, turned out the light, and left. I was left in total darkness with only my thoughts to keep me company. This would prove to be the longest three hours of my life. 1