The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 33

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Time does heal all things. Well, at least in my case it was true.

The last thing I remembered from that night was being helped back to my room by Evelyn and Monique after the ride of my life. I was covered in horse cum from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, and the stallions cum was running out of my cunt in buckets. I never felt anything like it before as the Lipizzaner shot long and deep into my womb until my cup runneth over.

When I regained consciousness, I was in my bed and Dr. Shakiro was examining me. I don’t know how long I was out. It must have been quite awhile, for I was cleaned up and my breasts were covered in antibiotic ointment and wrapped in gauze.

At first I couldn’t open my eyes. I was aware that someone was prodding my abdomen, but I didn’t know who or why. Then it all started coming back to me as the events of that evening replayed in my mind almost as if it was a dream. I finally became aware enough to open my eyes and saw Dr. Shakiro.

“Welcome back,” he said, smiling at me.

“Where am I?” I asked still disorientated.

“You’re in your room, Gwen,” the doctor said as he continued his examination.

“Oh God, my head feels like it’s going to explode,” I moaned.

“That’s to be expected after what you’ve been through this evening,” he reassured me amiably.

I always thought of Dr. Shakiro as a lecherous old man and in many ways he was. I can still remember vividly the times he took advantage of me, but when the chips were down he really was concerned and caring and took good care of me.

“You’re a very lucky girl. So far everything looks good considering, however, I still need to check out your vagina for any internal damage,” he said.

“God, I hurt all over,” I complained.

“Yes, and you will for quite some time. Your body needs time to heal, but you it will heal, Gwen,” he assured me.

“I still can’t believe that I so willingly wanted to ride that stallion after all that I went through,” I exclaimed almost disgusted at my own behavior.

“Well, you had some help,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Remember that drink that Evelyn gave you before she left?” Dr. Shakiro asked.

“Yes, she said it would relax me,” I recalled.

“Oh it relaxed you alright. Your drink contained GHB better know as a rape date drug,” he explained.

I looked at him in disbelief. Evelyn told me it was GHB, but I had no idea that it was a rape date drug.

“Some of the effects of GHB are intoxication, increased energy, happiness, talking, desire to socialize, feeling affectionate and playful, sensuality, enhanced sexual experience, muscle relaxation, loss of coordination due to loss of muscle tone, possible nausea, and a lack of inhibition. You displayed most of those symptoms, and it certainly explains why you so willingly rode the stallion,” he explained.

“Oh God!” I started to cry.

“It’s over, Gwen.  Don’t think badly of yourself. The Marquis would have forced you to ride the stallion with or without the drug. Actually, this way it was much easier on you, and it may have saved your life,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked still trying to fully comprehend what he was telling me.

“In your relaxed state, your cervix dilated much faster than it would under normal birthing circumstances. This helped minimize any internal damage you might have suffered. After all, it was no normal sized cock that was battering your cervix and entering your uterus,” the doctor said kindly.

I was exhausted and did feel fortunate to be alive and at least coherent. I just hoped and prayed that the doctor’s internal exam would not reveal any permanent damage.

“Well, so far some minor bruising is all that I can find. I’ve instructed Dom to return to your regular milking schedule. That should in time result in your breasts returning to their normal size which I think you’ll agree is quite large enough.”

“Thank you, doctor,” I said.

“I hate to put you through this, Gwen, but I really need to do an internal. There doesn’t appear to be any bleeding, but I want to make sure there are no major internal lesions,” Dr. Shakiro explained.

“I understand,” I replied.

“Just try to relax,” he said as he put on latex gloves and then coated his hand with a generous amount of K-Y jelly.

Shakiro was gentle as he probed my cavity.  He needed to probe deeply to determine if there was any damage to my cervix. Finally he was done.

“Actually I’m surprised you didn’t suffer more damage than you did.  Your cervix has already contracted considerably and is now dilated approximately 3 cm. I doubt seriously there is any damage to your uterus, but I may order an ultrasound just to be on the safe side,” he explained.

“Thank you, doctor,” I said gratefully. I started to cry. This was the first time in a long time that someone actually treated me like a person.

“There’s no need to thank me. I’d hate to see anything happen to you. I’ve had too much fun with you in the past,” he laughed.  “Seriously, I’m ordering total bed rest for the next few days, and make sure you’re given the antibiotic I prescribed to guard against any infection from the leeches.”

My eyes were growing heavy, and I drifted off to sleep as I gazed up at the doctor. I planned on thanking him properly when I was fully recovered from this ordeal.

One day blended into the next, and I spent most of my time resting. A week had passed before I even felt like getting out of bed. But all good things must come to an end, and after a week I was getting back into a somewhat normal routine.

Physically I was feeling much better, and there didn’t appear to be any lasting after effects from that night. My breasts were almost totally healed with no scaring. My milk sacs had shrunk, and my breasts returned to their normal size.

During the whole week that I was convalescing, the Marquis never once came to my chambers to see me. I’m sure he kept himself informed of my condition, but he wasn’t concerned enough to visit me personally after everything he put me through that night.

It was the tenth day after the party.  I had an appointment with Dr. Shakiro in less than an hour. He had stopped in almost every day since the party to check on my condition, but now he wanted me to have a thorough examination.

Evelyn and Monique were preparing me for my doctor’s visit. Today I would wear blue over the knee boots and, of course, a matching blue bra. Yes, things were back to normal.

“Does your pussy hurt at all, Gwen,” Evelyn asked as she helped me put on my boots.

“No, actually there has been no pain at all for several days,” I replied.

“That’s good to hear,” she said as she ran her index finger lightly over my cunt. A chill ran through my body. My cunt hadn’t been touched like that in ten days. She then rubbed my clit which became hard and started to throb.

“Ooohhhhh!” I groaned as my cunt responded to her touch.

“Look, Gwen, you’re all wet!” she exclaimed. “I think your pussy has recovered nicely.”

“Oh God, please,” I moaned.

“Please what?” she asked as she ran her tongue all over my cunt, lapping up my juices before she latched onto my clit and sucked it into her mouth.

All the old urges returned. I was on fire. Ten days without an orgasm.

Monique entered the room and walked over to me as I stood their having my cunt sucked.

“What’s going on, Evelyn?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m just checking to see if Gwen is alright before she visits the doctor,” she said, and then her mouth went to work on my cunt again.

“Oh, yes, that feels so good. Eat my cunt,” I begged.

“Well, it looks like you’re feeling better, Gwen,” Monique said as she traced circles around my nipples.

Chills ran up and down my spine as my nipples grew hard from her touch.  She squeezed my tits as her tongue darted out of her mouth and touched my lips. I parted my lips and greedily sucked her tongue into my mouth. I was burning up. I was on fire. It had been ten long days since I had been aroused like this.

Evelyn by now had buried her tongue in my cunt. Her nose was rubbing against my clit, fanning the fire raging in my loins. Monique broke off our kiss.

“Don’t stop, Monique. Please don’t stop!” I begged.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t stop,” she whispered as her lips trailed kisses down to my tits.

“Oh God, that feels so fucking good!” I exclaimed as her lips traced circles around my areolas.  She was teasing me as she avoided my hard aching nipples.

“Oooohhhhhh!” I groaned as the fires burned hotter and hotter in my loins. I was ready to explode. “Please suck my nipples.”

Monique then took my left nipple in her mouth and bit down while at the same time Evelyn took my clit in her mouth and teased it with her teeth. This was too much for me to take as the fire burning in my loins peaked and….

“Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!” I screamed and fell to my knees.

It started in my nipples as 50,000 volts shot through my tits. I shook like a rag doll as my head exploded in searing pain. I fell over flat on my back and flopped around on the floor unable to control myself.  My tits danced on my chest out of control as I was paralyzed with numbing pain.

“Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh!” I screamed again. The pain was unbearable.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Gwen, I forgot to tell you. The Marquis had your rings reactivated this morning,” Monique said as she helped me up.

“You bitch,” I yelled, as I sat on the bed, my knees too weak to support me. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

She slapped me hard across my left cheek, sending my head reeling from the unexpected blow.

“Never speak to me like that again,” she warned.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I started to cry uncontrollably.

“How could you?” I wailed.

“I forgot. It was an honest mistake,” she insisted.

How quickly I tended to forget that these two had often in the past been a source of pain and humiliation to me. Now, on the first day that I felt somewhat better, they did this. I grew silent and was now more wary of them then ever.  I knew it would do no good complaining to the Marquis. Far worse was done to me only ten days ago.

“Let’s finish getting you dressed, Gwen,” said Evelyn as she picked up my bra.

I rose silently feeling betrayed.

At 10:00 AM I arrived at Dr. Shakiro’s office located in another wing of the Marquis’s estate. The receptionist escorted me to an examination room.

“The doctor will be with you momentarily,” she said before she left.

Several minutes later a tall black man walked into the room wearing scrubs and a stethoscope around his neck.

Hi, Gwen, my name is Mark Stevens. Dr. Shakiro was called out on an emergency call, but should be back in fifteen or twenty minutes. He asked me to do a preliminary examination,” Mark explained.

It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Stevens,” I replied.

“Oh, please, don’t be so formal. Call me Mark,” he said smiling.

“What happened to Nurse Jones?” I asked with a hint of disdain in my voice.

“Nurse Jones is no longing working for Dr. Shakiro,” he said.

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Well, let’s just say it was a matter of professional ethics,” he replied. “I’m really not at liberty to say anything else.”

“I see, and you’re the doctor’s new nurse?” I asked.

“Well not quite,” he laughed. “I’m a physician’s assistant.”

I smiled at him somewhat relieved that I would no longer have to deal with that bimbo blonde who took such joy in taking liberties with me.

Mark took the remote out of his pocket, pushed a button, and the clasp on the front of my bra opened.

“Would you please remove your bra, Gwen,” he asked politely and professionally.

I took off my bra as requested. I really liked this guy. He was a gentleman and had a great bedside manner. Besides, he was extremely good looking. Besides being tall, I couldn’t help noticing his warm and caring eyes. The other thing I couldn’t help noticing was the large bulge that was quite obvious through his scrubs.

He moved in closer as I sat on the examination table wearing only my blue over-the-knee boots. My legs were slightly spread as he stood before me.

“Let me explain what I’ll be doing, Gwen. First I’ll check your vital signs and then do a closer examination of your breasts for any sign of damage from the leeches. By that time Dr. Shakiro should be here, and he will continue with your examination. Do you have any questions before I begin?” he asked.

“No,” I replied simply. I felt very at ease with him even if he was a stranger.

He first placed a thermometer in my mouth and took my temperature. I wasn’t running a fever which he said was a good sign since a fever might indicate infection. Next he took my blood pressure which was in the normal range of 125 over 73.

It was the next part of the examination that I had problems with. He did a thorough examination of my breasts. I didn’t have problems with anything he did for he was always very professional. His hands were large but soft and gentle, and I was getting very aroused. That was the problem, me not him. His hands, all over my breasts, was fanning the flames of a fire that was burning brightly only a short time ago and now threatened to build to the point where I would be shocked senseless again.

“All your vital signs are excellent, and I can’t find any signs of scarring on your breasts which was a major concern of Dr. Shakiro. You are a very lucky young lady,” he said, smiling at me.

I melted as I looked in his eyes.

“Would you please now lie down on the table so that I can check your abdomen,” he asked politely/

I lay down and couldn’t help but notice that his crotch was almost level with my face. The bulge in his scrubs was much more noticeable, and I could see that his very large cock was semi erect. Either he was getting aroused, or he was hung like a horse. Could it be that I was having an effect on him?

He probed my abdomen which necessitated him moving in closer to me. By now my pussy was soaking wet, and I’m sure he could see the condition I was in.

“Does that hurt?” he asked as he pushed on my lower abdomen.

“No, doctor,” I replied.

“What about here?” he asked moving to the right.

“No,” I said, imagining that he was going to move his hand lower and play with my clit which was hard and throbbing and begging to be touched.

“No,” I replied, my voice quivering somewhat.

“Are you alright, Gwen?” he asked with concern.

“Oh yes, it’s just that it’s so hot in here,” I replied.

I was hot because his hands were driving me crazy, no matter how professional he was being and no matter how innocent his intentions were.

“It’s only 70 degrees in here, Gwen. If you like I could lower the temperature,” he said.

“Aren’t you hot, doctor?” I asked.

“First of all Gwen, I’m not a doctor. Call me Mark,” he replied smiling down at me.

“All right but you didn’t answer my question. Aren’t you hot, Mark,” I asked.

“Actually, I’m quite comfortable, Gwen,” he replied.

“Than what is that bulge in your scrubs?” I asked boldly.

He looked embarrassed as he started to blush.

“Gwen, you are an extremely beautiful woman, and laying here practically naked. I’m only human and, of course, find you attractive,” he replied honestly.

“So you’re saying I turn you on?” I asked boldly.

“We really shouldn’t be having this conversation. It isn’t professional. You are my patient and my only concern right now is to make sure that you are recovering from some serious injuries,” he said.

“I understand that you are a professional, but I think you’re attracted to me,” I said licking my lips.

I wanted to see his cock. It was like having a present under the Christmas tree but you weren’t allowed to open it. I was a slut, and he knew it. He must have read my whole history, and I bet he masturbated as he read about some of my exploits and encounters with the doctor.

I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by, and I then did something totally out of character for me. Driven by the lust and raging fire that was building in the pit of my stomach, I reached over and pulled down his scrubs exposing his cock that was getting harder by the minute and pointing straight at my face.

“What are you doing?” he asked incredulously. 

I wanted to see if your cock was big or not,” I said as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and felt it grow longer.

“Gwen, this isn’t right. I can get into a great deal of trouble,” he said as my tongue ran circles around the tip of his cock.

“You’re not doing anything,” I said as my mouth engulfed the head of his large cock.

“Oh God, please don’t do this. If Dr. Shakiro walks in, my career in medicine is over,” he said with panic in his voice.

I licked my way up and down the length of his cock, stopping to linger and suck on his large balls that were bloated and probably holding a nice large load of cum just ready to shoot down my throat. This thought alone got me even wetter.

“Please don’t, Gwen,” he moaned as my lips again engulfed the head of his cock. I worked his cock to the back of my throat, and, when he didn’t put up any fight, I knew I had him.

“Gwen, your rings are activated. If you try to cum, you’ll be shocked!” he warned me.

I backed off and took his cock out of my mouth.

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take. You’re the nicest person I’ve met in a long time, and I want to show you my appreciation. I want you to fill my belly with cum so stop protesting and fuck my face with your beautiful large cock,” I said.

I slipped his cock back in my mouth and worked it into my throat. His cock was fat, and I could feel it caressing the walls of my throat as it descended deeper and deeper. I grew wetter and wetter with every inch of cock that traveled down my throat. Finally my nose was buried in his pubs, and I inhaled his manly muskiness.

I was burning up. I wanted his hands on me so badly. With his cock buried in my throat, I reached for his hands and placed them on my tits. He knew what I wanted as he started to gently squeeze and knead my massive tits.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this, Gwen,” he moaned.

This excited me as I started to work his cock in and out of my throat, allowing him to use my mouth as a cunt. He became bolder as he reached for my nipples and rubbed them between his thumb and forefingers. I almost jumped off the table as I thrust my tits out to him as an offering, signaling that he could do anything he wanted to them.

He squeezed harder on my nipples, and this only spurred me on to drive his cock even harder and faster in and out of my throat. I could tell he was close.

“That feels so good,” he moaned as his balls slapped my chin.

He squeezed my nipples even harder as his cock swelled and then exploded, sending his hot cum down my throat and into my belly. I sucked harder, and he pulled and twisted on my nipples as my pussy quivered and the lava grew hotter and hotter in the volcano, threatening to erupt.

They my tits danced in his hands as the electricity coursed through them, and my mouth went slack.

“Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!” I screamed as his cock popped out of my mouth still spewing load after load of cum all over my face and my tits.

I continued to shake and spasm uncontrollably as another 50,000 volts of electricity hit my clit causing my legs to shake out of control.

Mark tried to calm me down as every muscle in my body turned to jelly from the electricity coursing through every fiber of my being. I started to foam at the mouth in disbelief at the strength of the jolts hitting me.

They finally stopped, and I lay there with my heart racing. I fought to get air in my lungs as my tits rose and fell on my chest with every labored breath of air I inhaled.

Mark went over to get a warm cloth to clean me up. When he returned, I had recovered enough to scoop off the cum on my face and eat it. I loved the taste of his cum. I then gathered up as much cum as I could from my tits and licked my fingers clean.

He stood there watching me for some time before he gently wiped my face clean and did the same to my sticky tits.

“Now, it’s your turn,” I said.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Your cock is a mess. Bring it closer so I can clean it up,” I said as I reached for his scrubs and pulled him closer.

I then licked every inch of his beautiful black cock, making sure that no sticky residue was left behind. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying every minute of it.

“I’ll have to report this, Gwen. It’s the end of my career, but it was well worth it,” he said, smiling down at me.

“There’s nothing to report,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Nothing happened here so there’s nothing to report,” I repeated.

“Gwen, every time you are shocked, it registers on their main computer including time, date, and duration. This is the second time today. The first one from this morning already showed up in our reports,” he said.

“You left the room, and I tried to get myself off,” I said. “I did it to myself.”

“I can’t let you say that!” he said.

“Why not? What can they do to me? Shock me?” I asked.

We both smiled at each other. This was the first time in a long time I felt like a woman.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“Look, Mark, I came on to you. You didn’t do anything inappropriate,” I said.

At that point Dr. Shakiro entered the room.

“Well, how is our patient doing?” asked the doctor.

“Gwen is progressing very nicely, Dr. Shakiro. All vital signs are normal, her breasts are totally healed, and there are no sore spots in her lower abdominal region,” Mark answered.

“That’s wonderful news. Thank you Mr. Stevens, I’ll take over from here,” he said amiably. Mark turned to leave the room.

Dr. Shakiro looked over the charts and then walked over to me.  I see that this morning your rings were reactivated, and that at 9:15 electrical shocks were triggered to only your breasts. Could you explain to me how this happened?” he asked.

“It’s was Evelyn and Monique,” I said. “As they were attending to me this morning, Evelyn started playing with my cunt, and Monique worked over my tits. They got me so aroused. I had no idea the rings had been reactivated until I was hit by the electrical shocks,” I explained.

“Damn them! I left specific orders with all concerned that you were not to be touched under any circumstances until I released you from medical care. They’ll here about this,” he said, obviously upset.

“There’s also a second more intense electrical charge listed here not more than 20 minutes ago,” he commented.

“That’s my fault, sir. After Mr. Stevens examined me, he left the room. I was so aroused that I pulled on my nipples and played with my clit. I just couldn’t help myself as I got hotter and hotter and then…  Well, you know what happened,” I blushed.

“Mr. Stevens didn’t try to take advantage of you?” he asked.

“Oh no, he was very professional and very kind, sir,” I answered.

“Well, he should have restrained you rather than leaving you alone like that unattended. I’ll have to speak to him about that for future reference,” he stated.

I was relieved that Mark was off the hook. I didn’t want him getting into trouble because of me.

“Would you please put your legs up in the stirrups?” asked Dr. Shakiro.

“Yes, sir,” I said as I raised my legs and let him position them in the gynecological stirrups.

Dr. Shakiro then put on a pair of latex gloves and examined my pussy. He probed my opening with one finger before adding a second. He wasn’t going very deep, and was very careful as he examined me. Nevertheless, I found the whole experience highly arousing.

“You are quite tight considering what you’ve been through, Gwen. I would say you’re your recovery is quite amazing,” Shakiro smiled.

“But how can you tell, doctor?” I asked, feeling somewhat aroused again by his fingers probing the opening of my cunt.

“Well, I did just do an internal, Gwen,” he replied.

“The damage I suffered was much deeper, sir. My cervix received the most battering not to mention that the stallion entered my uterus. How can you be sure that everything is normal when you haven’t even probed that deeply,” I asked as I was getting myself more aroused and my clit throbbed with need.

“The ultrasound showed no signs of internal damage. I’m sure you’re just fine,” Dr. Shakiro said.

“Dr. Shakiro, I need to know whether I’m capable of enjoying normal sex again. I need to know if I can even please a man. In the past you have experimented on me and used me in perverse ways. Now, you treat me like a delicate piece of china. I don’t understand,” I said.

“Yes, I did use you for my own gratification in some fairly perverse circumstances, however, I would never subject you to anything that would cause any permanent damage to you,” he explained.

“Then what I’m asking you to do now isn’t very much,” I reasoned. “I’m simply asking you to fuck me with your cock to see if I’m capable of having normal sex.”

The doctor grew silent and looked at me thoughtfully.

“Are you aware that the amount of electricity flowing through your body increases with each shock you receive in a day?” he asked.

“No!” I replied.

“Well, it does, and, if you were to be shocked again today, it would be your third. It would be extremely painful. You have never been shocked three times in one day before, Gwen, and I would advise against it,” he stated.

I could wait until a later date, but I might not have this opportunity again. I knew I could get him to fuck me.

“I’m willing to take that chance,” I said quietly as I moved my hips suggestively with my cunt begging for attention.

He looked at me thoughtfully.

“I really don’t think…”

“Please, doctor, I need to know,” I pleaded.

Dr. Shakiro looked at my inviting cunt and then ran his lips all over my throbbing labia, lapping up my juices. It didn’t take long for the fire smoldering in my loins to build to a fever pitch. He teased me by avoiding my clit which stood up like a little cock, begging for attention.

“Oh God, yes, that feels so good. Suck my, clit, doctor,” I moaned and begged, but he refused.

He dropped his scrubs to the floor exposing his cock which was now fully erect. He ran his cock up and down between my pussy lips always teasing me by stopping just short of coming into contact with my clit.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, please,” I begged, but he still avoided all contact with my clit as my blood boiled and my cunt grew hotter and hotter.

He then lowered his hard cock and lined it up with the entrance of my cunt. The moment of truth was now so close at hand. Would I feel his cock at it entered my cunt, or was it stretched out beyond repair?

He pushed forward and buried the head of his cock in my cunt. I could feel the walls of my hole clinging to his large member. He moaned as he pushed forward burying another two inches into my hot tunnel.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned.

“God, Gwen, you’re not as tight as a virgin but you’re definitely tight. Try squeezing my cock with your vaginal muscles,” he said.

I clamped down and felt my inner walls constrict around his large cock. He pushed forward burying another two inches into me.

“Again,” he groaned as I squeezed hard, my muscles contracting again and squeezing his cock.

“Ahhhhhhhh, yes, that’s feels so good, you little slut,” he moaned as he buried the rest of his cock into my needy cunt, pounding up against my unyielding cervix. “You are most definitely the best fuck I’ve had in a long time.”

“Oh yes,” I groaned as I felt his entire cock buried in me. I could actually feel his cock in my hot tunnel.

“Now, Gwen, when I withdraw I want you to squeeze your virginal muscles as hard as you can. Every time I withdraw squeeze and bear down. This will help tone and strengthen the inner muscles of your vagina,” instructed the doctor.

I did just that practically strangling his cock with every outward pull of his huge organ just to be rewarded amply when he rammed his cock fast and furiously back into me, battering my cervix. With every thrust I got hotter and hotter as the fire blazed uncontrollably in my loins. My cunt was a raging inferno.

The doctor reached up and grabbed my nipples for leverage as his pace increased.

“Oh fuck yes, I’m pounding the shit out of your cunt, you little slut,” he moaned as he squeezed and pulled on my oversensitive nipples.

“Yes, fuck me, doctor, fuck me hard. I deserve it,” I groaned as I squeezed even harder as you pulled and tugged on my nipples which were now leaking milk.

I didn’t know how long I could go on like this. Every nerve in my body was on fire, and I knew that very soon I would pay the price for the pleasure I was now feeling. I tried to hold off as the good doctor jack-hammered into me. My pussy was withstanding the pounding it was receiving and clung to the cock that pistoned in and out of it like a machine.

“Fuck me!  Fuck me!” I screamed as I pushed trying to meet him thrust for thrust, and then I felt his cock swell within me as he froze with his cock buried totally within my overheated tunnel.

“Oooooooohhhhhh!” he screamed as the first blast of cum hit me, sending me over the edge.

“Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!” I screamed as 60,000 volts of electricity hit my nipples and my clit at the same time. The pain was intense, and my head thrashed violently back and forth as my head exploded in pain.

The doctor was too far gone as he continued to pump his seed into me, further stoking the fire burning in my loins. He still held on to my nipples as my tits shook uncontrollably in his hands, filled with the electrical shocks. My clit once throbbing and alive now was filled with excruciating pain as 60,000 volts hit it. My whole body spasmed out of control as the doctor finally removed his spent cock from my cunt and stood there helpless to do anything to come to my aid.

My eyes disappeared in my head as I began to foam at the mouth, but the shocks continued for several more seconds.  Finally it was over as I spasmed on the table, feeling the after effects of the cruel punishment I had just endured.

After many minutes I stopped spasming, but my chest hurt and I found it difficult to breath.

Dr. Shakiro was wiping my brow with a cool wash cloth.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said in all sincerity, and I knew he meant it.

“I knew what was going to happen,” I said as I struggled to get air into my lungs. My body was covered with sweat. I felt like a wet dish rag as a complete and total exhaustion seemed to overtake me.

“There‘s a shower in the other room. I think it would be best of you took a nice cold shower before returning to your quarters. In the meantime, I’ll be having a few words with Monique and Evelyn,” he said as he walked towards the door.

With some effort I managed to sit up.

“Mr. Stevens, would you take over please,” Dr. Shakiro called out as he left his office.

THREE WEEKS AFTER THE PARTY

I felt like a new person. It’s amazing how time can heal the physical body, but I knew that there were emotional scars that would remain for a lifetime. Evelyn and Monique have not been a problem since the day I visited Dr. Shakiro last week. Whatever he said to them had a dramatic impact on their demeanor and behavior towards me.

This morning at 7:00 AM after my milking, Dom informed me that the Marquis wanted to see me. She would escort me to his quarters at 10:00 AM.

It had been three weeks since my “Cumming Out Party” if you could call it that. It was more like a gathering of the Marquis’s perverted friends begging to see me degraded and humiliated.

As I recuperated, I had a great deal of time on my hands to relive the horrid events of that night, and the degradation I had to suffer for the privilege of having an orgasm. My very life was put in jeopardy to amuse a group of sadists who would have cheered and applauded if I had died in the process of pleasing them.

As for the Marquis, I had heard nothing from him since that night. Three weeks had passed without so much as an inquiry as to how I was doing. I’m sure he was aware of my progress and found it necessary to see me only after I had recovered sufficiently to serve his purposes.  I did not look forward to seeing him. Dr. Shakiro and Mr. Stevens were the only ones who showed any kind of real concern for me. I had almost forgotten what it was like to be treated like a real person. After all, I had feelings and needs.

My major weakness was my inability to hide my true feelings, and I feared that the Marquis would sense that something was wrong. You see, I decided that I no longer wanted to live like this. I didn’t want to be a slave to his perverted desires for the rest of my life which I knew would be short if I continued at the pace I was going.

Dom arrived at 9:45 AM to escort me to the Marquis’s study. All I wore was slut red over-the-knee boots with seven inch heels and a matching red bra.

When I entered the Marquis’s study, he was seated at his desk involved with some paperwork.  Dom led me to the center of the room where I stood, ignored, and feeling like a fool. I stood there for ten minutes before he finally looked up.

“Thank you, Dom, that will be all,” he said dismissing her as he rose from his desk and walked over to me. “My, but you look absolutely ravishing, Gwen!”

I probably should have felt grateful for the compliment, but I wasn’t. It meant very little to me, coming from him.

He pressed a button on the remote, and the clasp on the front of my bra opened.

“Take off your bra, Gwen, and assume the position,” he ordered.

I obeyed, removing my bra and then spreading my legs wide and locking my hands behind my neck. I knew this position well. I spent a great deal of my time in his presence assuming this position. To him I was nothing more than a piece of meat which he molded for his own edification.

He slowly walked around me, checking me over very carefully as he tapped the palm of his left hand with his riding crop.

“You have recovered quite nicely,” he said stopping to stand in front of me. 

He lifted my tits and examined them closely. He squeezed my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and they became immediately hard, sticking out a good inch from my chest.

“There’s not a blemish on your breasts, Gwen. Dr. Shakiro did a fine job. I thought for sure you would have some scaring from the hundreds of leeches that fed on your milk bags for so long,” he stated.

This made me feel even worse. To think that he knew I might be scarred for life, but he decided to go ahead and subject me to those parasites anyways. I hated the bastard so much.

“What’s the matter, Gwen? You look distressed,” he said.

“Nothing, sir,” I replied, wishing that I had the guts to tell him what I was really thinking.

“You say, nothing, but the look on your face tells a different story,” he stated. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“No, sir,” I replied.

There was a long pause as he looked at him especially watching my eyes. At the same time he applied more pressure to my nipples that were captured between his fingers. I finally winced in pain which seemed to break the spell. He let go of my nipples.

“Your performance was absolutely brilliant. All of your guests were thrilled, and they especially loved the finale. They never saw anyone ride a stallion quite the way you did that evening,” the Marquis gloated. “Of course, their second favorite moment of the evening was when the leeches were applied to your flawless breasts, and they were allowed to participate.”

I said nothing. I was finding him so irritating.

“Needless to say, your videos are selling at a phenomenal rate and your fan base is increasing proportionately. Keep in mind that your clientele have very unique tastes and are also very rich,” he snickered. “Plans are already in the making for your next film which we’ll begin next week.”

“Next week?” I exclaimed.

“That’s correct, next week. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, irritated.

“No, sir,” I replied.

“What is the matter?” he demanded.

“Nothing,” I said somewhat resentfully. If anyone had a problem, he did.

“I don’t like your tone of voice,” he said as he raised his riding crop and brought it down hard on my right nipple.

“Aaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!” I screamed as my nipple exploded in pain.

I instinctively started to reach down to soothe my throbbing nipple.

“Don’t you dare!” he screamed. “Lock your hands behind your neck. Obviously, you’ve had it much too easy the past three weeks. I should have taken a much more active role in your recovery.”

He raised the riding crop well over his head, daring me to defy him and move my hand to try to defend myself.

“Thrust that chest out!” he demanded.

I complied, knowing that it was useless to resist him.

The crop came down once again and landed directly on my left nipple.

“Aaaaagggghhhhhh!” I screamed as my left nipple felt like it was being ripped from my chest. I dare not move my hands, and somehow I managed to keep them locked behind my neck as I felt unbearable pain in both of my nipples.

“I demand obedience, Gwen,” he said as he paced back and forth in front of me. “You are my property and you will obey. This was supposed to be a time of celebration, but you have managed to ruin it.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” I mumbled, but I felt nothing but hate and contempt for him.

“Sorry is not good enough!” he screamed as his riding crop came down once again only this time finding my exposed clit.

“Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!” a bloodcurdling scream rose from the depths of my being. I cannot explain to you the pain I felt as I dropped to my knees unable to stand. Fortunately, I was able to keep my hands locked behind my neck. I moaned as my nipples and clit throbbed not with desire but with searing pain. The tears flowed freely as they traveled down my cheeks to my chin and fell on my heaving tits. The Marquis smiled. The bastard was getting off on the pain he was inflicting on me.

He just stood there looking at me as he tapped his left palm with his riding crop.

“Get up, slut!” he ordered.

I struggled to my feet, fearing what he might do to me next if I showed any sign of hesitation.

“I had wonderful news for you, but now I’m reluctant to even tell you at this point. You have digressed so much in the past three weeks that I regret taking Dr. Shakiro’s suggestion to allow you some time to recover. Evidently it was not a good idea,” he said as he paced back and forth in front of me. I feared he might hit me again. Would he continue to batter my bruised nipples and clit?

“I’m so sorry, sir,” I said as contritely as possible. I didn’t feel contrite at this point, but I wanted to avoid any more pain at all costs.

“Next week you will be going on a little trip. You’re going to be filming on location,” he said.

“Where, sir?” I asked.

“Africa,” he stated.

“Africa, sir?” I asked.

Why on earth would he want to send me to Africa?

“Yes, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, to be precise,” he added.

“I don’t understand, sir,” I replied now feeling somewhat apprehensive.

“We will be shooting on location. It was suppose to be a surprise before you spoiled it with your poor behavior.  You will be there approximately a week filming your first full length feature film,” he said.

“Feature film?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, your audience wants more of you, and this was actually a suggestion of one of the guests that attended your party,” he said.

“May I ask a question, sir?” I asked meekly.

“Yes, of course,” he replied, still tapping the palm of his hand menacingly with his riding crop.

“Thank you, sir. Why are we filming in the Congo,” I asked.

“Well, you know the kind of films your audience demands.  The Congo is the original heart of darkness, rape, and pillage. There are roads that wind their way through dense rainforests in places perfect for an ambush, and this is exactly what is going to happen to you,” he said.

I trembled. He was insane.

“You will be ambushed by the Mbuti Pygmies of the Ituri forest and taken to their village. No actors or actresses will be used in this movie. I have arranged for members of the tribe to take you captive,” he said with a gleam in his eye.

“Oh, please, don’t do this to me, sir,” I pleaded. “I’ve heard many horror stories about the primitive tribes of Africa. Please don’t!”

I cried as his crop came down on the outside of my left tit, setting it in motion. He repeated the action on my right tit as they collided into each other, filled with pain.

“This display is not acceptable. You had your chance a long time ago to leave, but you chose to stay. I will hear none of this! It’s my reputation that is at stake,” he screamed.

I tried to control my emotions. I knew any further outbursts on my part would only result in more pain. I felt so helpless and unprotected.

“The Mbuti are still quite primitive, based on today’s standards. Their average height is four feet eleven inches tall. They sharpen their teeth down to fine points and adorn themselves with bones through their nose and ears. The women often scar their face as a sign of beauty. However, there is no need for you to be scared. My men will have everything under control,” he continued.

I shuddered in disbelief. This was all a bad dream, and I would soon wake up. But it wasn’t a dream, and I had all I could do to keep myself from breaking down into tears again. I was shaking like a leaf.

“Obviously you will be raped by these savages, and I just hope their sharp teeth don’t do too much damage to your lovely breasts. I do think they will be fascinated by the amount of milk you produce. Most of their women’s breasts are flat like pancakes. I’m sure yours will receive a lot of attention,” he chuckled.

My legs were growing weak as my heart raced. I could hear my heart beating.

“Twenty tribes men will stake you out in the hot sun of the rainforest and rape you in every hole. It should be quite an amazing sight.  You will then be lowered into a pit of snakes….”

“Oh God, no!” I screamed as I dropped to my knees. “Please don’t do this to me. I’ll do anything you ask, but don’t do that to me.”

I clung to the Marquis, but he kicked me in the abdomen, knocking me flat on my back. I clutched my stomach in pain.

“Why don’t you let me finish!” he screamed. “These are no ordinary snakes. They have all been trained for specific purposes. Some are constrictors that will wrap themselves around your tits and suckle on your nipples. Others will seek out the warmth of your cunt and, of course, your rectum. We even have snakes that are specially trained for you to deep throat. Do you have any idea how amazing and unique this movie will be?” he screamed as I huddled up in a ball on the floor in pain.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, it hurts so bad!” I cried as I clutched my stomach.

“Get up immediately!” he screamed as he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet.  “Assume the position!”

I did my best to obey. I didn’t want to get hit again. I had never seen the Marquis this mean and cruel before now.  He truly was the Marquis de Sade.

He said nothing as he circled me. He tapped my breasts lightly. He ran his riding crop over my cunt lips. I cursed myself because, in spite of all his cruelty, I was getting wet. Why was my damn body betraying me again!

“Let‘s forget about the movie for a moment, and talk about further modifications I am considering,” the Marquis said.

He mentioned other modifications a long time ago, but I didn’t take him too seriously at the time. God, what did this maniac plan on doing to me now.

“Gwen, you have an absolutely beautiful body – a blueprint, if you will, and I have gone to great expense to seek out the best tattoo artist in the country.”

I’d seen women with tattoos. Some even had a good portion of their bodies tattooed.  A small tattoo wouldn’t bother me at all. Actually, it could be very sexy. I knew that was the least of my worries. I couldn’t get my mind off the pygmies and the snakes.

“How do you feel about that?”

“A small tattoo would be fine, sir,” I stammered.

“Oh no, Gwen, I’m not talking about a small tattoo. This is a major undertaking! The initial tattooing will take about a week,” he explained.

“Initial tattooing? A Week? What do you mean?” I asked once more filled with dread. I was so proud of my body. It was perfect as it was. I didn’t want any major tattoos.

“Here’s what I have in mind. I have already discussed this with Rodney, the tattoo artist who will be working on you.  The motif I have selected for your tattoos is the snake, specifically the ball python because of its rich black and gold coloring. Plus by the time the tattooing is completed, your movie will have been released and your reputation as the lover of snakes will have been established.”

My knees went weak again as he stood in front of me. I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs as I took deep breaths, causing my tits to rise and fall on my chest.

“I think you’ll like the snake motif I have selected. You had quite a reaction just a few minutes ago with the thought of a snake fucking you!” he whispered in my ear.

He was absolutely out of his mind. I may be a slut, but I didn’t want to be a freak, covered with tattoos.

He placed his riding crop on my left nipple.

“The python’s tongue will extend out toward your left nipple, right here,” he said as he pointed to my left nipple.  ‘Then it will circle across the top of your left breast, down the side of your breast following the natural curve, and then curve back in under your rib cage and move down the center of your chest and end with its tail curling halfway around your navel.”

My eyes welled up! He was mad, and there was nothing I could do about it!  I was beginning to feel lightheaded as the reality of the situation hit me.  I was totally helpless and alone.

“The second ball python’s tongue will extend out toward your clit,” he said as he tapped my clit.  “This snake will travel up and around your right hip, across your lower back and around your front and intertwine with the other snake at your navel.  There will be a perfect symmetry between the two snakes.  It will be a work of art,” chuckled the Marquis as he traced the path the tattoo would take on my body.

I tried to control myself as he revealed this diabolical scheme.

“In phase 2 of your tattooing, your upper arms, upper thighs, and back will be tattooed to look like snake skin in rich tones of black and gold to compliment the pythons circling your tits and cunt,” he chuckled, obviously pleased with himself.

I was speechless. An act like this was irreversible. Those tattoos would be with me for the rest of my life. I couldn’t breathe. I felt so helpless and alone, and I was at the mercy of this mad man.

At that moment the doors burst open and all hell broke loose.  Men armed with guns stormed the study and the Marquis was caught off guard and taken by surprise.

“What is going on here?” he demanded.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense,” said a man wearing a trench coat as another man handcuffed the Marquis.

“Release me immediately! This is preposterous! You have no right! Someone would pay…” he continued to rant and rave as he was led away in handcuffs.

A man came up to me and offered me his trench coat.

“Are you Mrs. Gwen Donohue?” he asked kindly.

“Yes,” I answered embarrassed because of the state I was in.

“My name is Agent Tom Connors.  I’m with the FBI, ma’am.  We’ve been tracking the Marquis for quite some time now.  I don’t think he’ll bother you again.”

I was escorted out of the Marquis’s estate by Federal agents with mixed feelings.  I had become so dependent on him even though he was a sick evil bastard.  I knew it would take some time before I could again adjust to living in the outside world.  I could never go back to my old way of life.  My innocence had been destroyed. The old Gwen Donohue no longer existed.

I later found out that Dr. Shakiro, disturbed by the Marquis’s bizarre behavior, agreed to cooperate with the FBI in exchange for immunity. He was no saint, but the Marquis was going too far with his demented desire to subjugate young women. Shakiro could stand by no longer. He fired the blonde bimbo, Nurse Jones, which provided the FBI an opportunity to plant someone on the inside. Mark Stevens was a federal agent hired by Shakiro to gather evidence against the Marquis.

EPILOGUE

The Marquis was tried and convicted. The federal charges against him included over a 100 counts of kidnapping. Besides myself, there were many other women who were kidnapped and also the dwarves who were sold to him by the Count.  The dwarves, like me, were victims of the Marquis. He is now serving a life sentence with no chance of parole.

In a separate civil suit, I sued the Marquis for the mental and physical torment I suffered, and for all the money he received for the sale of the videos he made starring me. I easily won my case. Needless to say, I am quite well off and won’t be looking for a job anytime soon.

As for my ex-husband, the FBI eventually tracked him down. The mob was looking for him. He once again borrowed a large amount of money to feed his gambling habit and lost it with no way to pay it back.  He was tried and convicted of kidnapping and other charges as a result of his employment by the Marquis which was well documented on video. He is now serving a life sentence.

During my first week of freedom, I spent a great deal of time masturbating, having a glorious climax after climax. I had nothing to fear since the rings were surgically removed at the government’s expense.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Right now, I’m waiting for my fiancé Shawn Williams to get here.  You’ve met him and probably know him better as Dopey. You know, the little guy with the amazing tongue. 

After my release he called me, and we got together.  We found that we had a great deal in common, and, just as important, he cared for me very much. He proved that to me when he came to me that night at the estate.  He risked his life to make sure I was alright.  It was that night that he won my heart.  I love him very much.

I also love the fact that he enjoys lying between my legs and sticking that long, luscious tongue of his all the way up my cunt. Being the slut that I am, my tits continue to produce copious amounts of milk. There’s no need for a milking machine. Shawn can’t get enough of the sweet nectar. He will spend hours sucking on my tits and lapping up my milk with his long tongue.

There’s the door bell. I have to go.  

And so dear reader ends the misadventures of Gwen, and I am sure you all feel as I do, that Gwen deserves a long, happy, and lust filled life.