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The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 29
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Chapter 29
11:00 PM THAT EVENING
I awoke to the drone of the machine as the suction cups attached to my breasts drew milk.
Dom was standing over me. I was in my bed. I saw that I had been bathed. I must have passed out. The last thing I remember was their mouths keeping me on a constant high as electricity coursed throughout my tortured body.
“Welcome back to the real world,” Dom said as I opened my eyes.
“Oh God, I feel terrible. Every bone in my body aches,” I half mumbled, trying to shake the grogginess away.
“I heard you had quite a time with the Red Hat Society, Gwen,” Dom stated.
I groaned.
“You’re the talk of the whole place. Did you really eat out all those old hags – all sixteen of them?” Dom asked.
I nodded, avoiding eye contact with her.
“You are such a slut!” she exclaimed.
I frowned.
“I don’t mean it in a bad way, Gwen. Don’t look like that! It was a compliment. Sluts turn me on. There are a lot of women out there who are sluts but would never admit it. That’s what I like about you. You let it all hang out. You know what you are and what you want. ”
“I can’t help what I am. I wasn’t always like this.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the way you are,” Dom said as she removed the suction cups from my breasts.
She took care of the machine and the container of milk and returned.
“You must be tired, Gwen,” she said as her hands gently stroked my breasts. I was mesmerized by the contrast between my white breasts and her black hands.
In spite of all I’d been through today, my clit began to throb at her touch.
“I probably should let you rest,” Dom said.
“No, don’t stop,” I said holding her hand to my breast.
She lowered her head and ran her lips all over my left breast. I moaned as chills ran up and down my spine. She worked her way to my nipple and then held it between her teeth, pulling on it.
“You really are a slut, Gwen. You never get enough, do you? Is that the way the old ladies kissed your breasts?” Dom whispered as she withdrew her hands.
I moaned, ashamed at myself for begging them to continue.
“You need to rest,” she said as she kissed me on the lips. Her lips moved all over mine – so big and soft. Then she buried her tongue in my mouth as she rubbed my abdomen. Suddenly she backed off a few inches and stared at me. It was almost as if she was trying to look through me.
“Good night, Gwen. Sweet dreams,” she said as she walked to the door, turned out the lights, and left.
I lay there agitated and fully awake, aware that there was nothing I could do to relieve myself. Every move I made was monitored. The stirring in my loins would go unsatisfied for yet another night.
I liked Dom but I had a feeling I should be careful. She had a subtle mean streak in her not unlike the Marquis. I was sure she knew exactly how aroused she left me. Was she now taking delight in the knowledge that I was fully awake and thinking about what she might have done to me? I was such a poor judge of character.
This would be a long night.
7:00 AM - THE FOLLOWING MORNING
I awoke aroused by the suction cups drawing milk from my breasts. I half opened my eyes and saw Dom looking down at me. God, I hardly got any sleep at all last night.
“You look tired, Gwen,” Dom commented.
“I didn’t sleep well.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. I thought you would have been exhausted after your ordeal with the ladies.”
“I was exhausted but also quite aroused.”
“You’re always aroused, Gwen. Even now you have that ‘fuck me’ look on your face.”
Why do I have the feeling that she was demeaning me?
“Look I’m not trying to be nasty, but I admit I do get off seeing you so aroused yet helpless to do anything about it. It’s a real turn-on for me. And to be totally honest, I knew I was leaving you highly aroused last night. I was so wet after I left here. Just the thought of you so horny and unable to do anything about it got me horny. When I got home, I had to get my twelve inch dildo out to settle myself down.”
Great, she got hot seeing me suffer, and then went home and relieved herself.
“Gwen, I won’t pretend to be something I’m not. I can be your friend, but that doesn’t change the kinky side of me. In my interview with the Marquis, my off beat way of thinking is what appealed so much to him. I’m sure that’s what landed me this job. Actually part of my job description is to keep you on the edge. I’m also to help you be a better slut. My job entails much more than drawing your milk every four hours. The rules changed once Claire was fired.”
I tried to digest all that she was saying. It sounded like things might get worse before they got any better.
“But let’s not worry about that right now. You really need to start earning some more beads. You have 26 which is unbelievable for the amount of time you’ve been working on this. Let’s get you another one right now,” Dom whispered as she got up on the bed.
Dom straddled my head and offered her pussy to me. I tentatively licked between her pussy lips, taking in the musky aroma. It was intoxicating. I got lost in the pussy undulating before me. I sucked on Dom’s labia and then worked my way up to her clit which I took in my mouth. I then ran my teeth all over it and pulled on it gently.
While I did this my own clit was throbbing and seeking some badly needed attention. I could feel the juices trickling down my leg. I fantasized that Dom got down between my legs and licked up the juices escaping from my hot pussy. Then she sucked on my labia with her large luscious lips. Then she encompassed my whole pussy with her mouth and created a vacuum which sucked the juice right out of me.
I was brought back to reality when Dom grabbed my head and pulled me into her pussy, suffocating me. She was grinding her cunt all over my face. I could tell she was close as her breathing became heavier and she got more frantic.
“Oh God that feels so good! You’re going to make me cum all over your face! I can just picture those old crones sucking on your nipples and eating your pussy,” she moaned.
Suddenly she tensed.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” She bucked uncontrollably, throwing my head to and fro as she climaxed. My face was flooded with her juices as she ground her clit into my nose. My tongue was everywhere lapping up her juices.
“Oh God, don’t stop! Suck me. Stick your tongue up my hole!”
She continued to hold my head, riding the wave of pleasure rippling throughout her body.
My mouth and tongue continued to work on her pussy, totally satisfying her.
After being fully sated, she got off of the bed. I was so fucking hot. My neglected pussy was twitching.
“You were so good, honey. You have one talented tongue. You’re better than the Energizer bunny! You ate out all those old ladies’ pussies yesterday, and come back for more today,” she cooed.
I saw that look of contentment on her face - the look of someone who had been totally satisfied.
Contrast that with my look. I could envision the look of hunger on my face, the look of lust in my eyes, the look of one who was unfulfilled and in need of a good fuck. One who has been deprived to the point that I would commit any perverse act to get gratification - gratification that would not come for a long time yet - gratification that I had to earn.
I sat up wishing I was Dom that I was the one who was allowed to cum and that she was deprived.
“You’re hot aren’t you, honey?”
Now what the fuck kind of question was that? Of course I was hot. You would be too if you just ate me to orgasm and got nothing in return.
“I can tell you’re upset with me,” she said, touching my breasts.
“I’m not upset with you, just with the circumstances.”
“I know, honey,” she consoled me as she ran her fingers around my areolas, working towards my hard, throbbing nipples.
My eyes glazed over at her touch. I wanted her to touch me and not touch me at the same time. I licked my lips, looking at her luscious body, imagining her lips wrapped around my nipple.
She took my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolled them back and forth. She then pulled on them.
I closed my eyes lost in the feeling. My pussy was juicing. My clit was throbbing. She was purposely doing this to me.
I opened my lust filled eyes and whispered “Why?”
“Because I like to see you like this, honey. You want me, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes!”
She laughed.
“Well, we both know that can’t happen now. Actually you need to get up. Breakfast, morning walk, bath….”
I licked my lips. She had me so aroused.
“Want me to help you settle down?” Dom asked.
“Oh, yes,” I quickly answered closing my eyes.
She took my nipples once more between her thumb and index finger. She tugged on them for a minute, and then did something I never expected her to do.
“Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh!”
Pain coursed though my nipples as she dug her long nails into them. I tried to squirm and pull away, but this only made her dig in harder.
“Settle down, honey,” she said calmly as she continued to dig her nails into my oversensitive nipples.
“Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
She released my nipples and slapped me across the right cheek. Her backhand caught my left cheek on the return.
“Never speak to me in that tone of voice again!” she warned.
“You hurt me!” I cried hysterically, unable to control myself. I was so tired of being used by others for their own gratification.
“I was trying to help you by bringing you down a little bit, and this is the thanks you give me?” she retorted as she stalked out of the room. “The Marquis will hear about this!”
I didn’t believe she did that to me, and now the Marquis would make me pay dearly for my indiscretion.
11:00 AM MILKING TIME
The rest of the morning was fairly uneventful. I feared what Dominique might tell the Marquis. My morning walk left me hornier than ever. Those damn chains were a nuisance. My clit was constantly agitated and throbbing. Monique and Evelyn were very attentive as was Michelle for obvious reasons. Now that the word was out, they didn’t hesitate to have me service them at their whim. My mouth was sore and my tongue was tired from eating so much pussy the last few days, but I now had thirty beads.
I sat reading, waiting to be milked. I couldn’t concentrate on my book. I was still upset from this morning’s incident. I really didn’t want to face Dominique, but my breasts were full and began to leak. My nipples were sore.
She was late. I felt uneasy as I sat there reading, waiting for her to arrive. Did she really plan on saying something to the Marquis?
That question was answered when suddenly the door opened and the Marquis entered, followed by Dominique.
He strutted over to me and grabbed the book out of my hands, throwing it to the floor.
“Assume the position, now,” he ordered, fire burning in his eyes.
I scrambled to my feet, spreading my legs wide and locking my hands behind my neck.
“I understand we had a little problem here this morning,” he stated as he paced back and forth in front of me.
I proceeded with caution. If I tried to defend myself, this would only piss Dominique off even more.
The Marquis slapped me across the right check with his open palm. My head jerked to the side with the force of the blow.
“I asked you a question, slut!”
“My nipples were very sensitive this morning, and…”
“Stop the babbling. I don’t want to hear your lame excuses,” the Marquis hissed.
“Let’s take a look at what happened! Correct me if I’m wrong.”
“Yes, sir.”
“This morning you ate Dominique’s pussy which allowed you to receive another bead. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“She then was so happy at how you pleased her, that she returned the favor and kissed and caressed your breasts. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“But Dominique realized that this really wasn’t helping you at all. You were getting more aroused by her kisses. This would only lead to continued frustration for you. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So feeling guilty because she had such a glorious climax and you were not allowed to, she knew she couldn’t leave you like this. Would you say that is a fair assessment?”
“Yes, sir.”
I could tell where all of this was headed. Once again, according to the Marquis, everything was my fault.
“Under the circumstances what else could she do? She needed to get you down from your high and do it quickly. She couldn’t bear the thought of electricity coursing through your body because of her. Is that correct, Dominique?”
“Yes, Marquis, it is,” Dominique responded.
“So Dominique thought quickly and decided the best course of action was to pinch your nipples to help bring you down.”
She dug her nails into my nipples. That was no pinch!
“Inadvertently her nails dug into you. Is that what happened, Dominique?”
“Yes, Marquis, it is,” Dominique answered emphatically.
The Marquis was now pacing back and forth in front of me. You can tell he was getting more irritated with each passing moment.
“So what did you do, Gwen?” he asked.
“I yelled, sir,” I quietly answered.
“You yelled. What gives you the right to yell at anyone in this household?” he screamed.
“Nothing, sir. I’m so sorry,” I cried.
He pushed the button on the remote and the clasp on the front of my bra opened.
“Get that fucking bra off!” he demanded.
I quickly removed my bra and let it drop to the floor.
“What happened after that, Gwen?”
“I swore, sir,” I whispered.
“You what?” he asked.
“I swore, sir,” I repeated awkwardly.
“You said, ’What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir,” I mummered, knowing that he had turned this all around.
He smacked the side of my right breast with his riding crop and then did the same to my left breast. Tears escaped my eyes and traveled down my cheeks.
“What gives you the right to swear at anyone in my household?” he demanded.
“I was wrong. I had no right to. It’s just that…”
“I don’t want to hear any excuses,” he said as he again smacked my milk bloated breasts with his riding crop.
I stood there whimpering, knowing that Dominique was enjoying every minute of my humiliation.
“You don’t realize how good you have it, slut. You have the best accommodations, the best care of any of my slaves, the best of everything! Maybe you need to be relegated to the dungeon. Maybe living in a cage for a year or two will help you appreciate just how good you have it.”
I continued to cry, unable to control myself.
“Is that what you want?”
“Oh, no, sir,” I quickly blurted out.
“This is the second indiscretion from you in a relatively short period of time. My patience wears thin. If there are any more acts of disobedience or disrespect, then your current lifestyle will quickly come to an end! Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I stammered through my tears.
“Now, we still have your disrespectful behavior to deal with. Dominique is ready to quit, and I don’t blame her. Is there anything you want to say to her?”
“I’m so sorry, Dominique. Please forgive me,” I responded with as much sincerity as I could muster.
“Get down on your knees and show Dominique how sorry you are,” ordered the Marquis.
With that he smacked me across the nipples with his riding crop. My nipples were hard and aching. My breasts were full and desperately in need of milking, but I dropped to my knees and crawled over to Dominique.
She had a smile on her face as I crawled over to her with my hands still locked behind my neck and my breasts swaying heavily on my chest. She looked down at me.
“I’m so sorry,” I stammered.
She spread her legs wider apart and lifted her short skirt.
“Show me how sorry you are, Gwen,” she smiled down at me.
I moved forward and traced my tongue up and down the lips of her pussy. She was quite wet. I’ was sure she was totally turned on by my degradation. I hated doing this. I really did nothing wrong, but if I didn’t show remorse and satisfy her, the Marquis would surely relegate me to the dungeons.
My tongue was now circling her clit, and then I took it in my mouth and sucked and pulled on it. Dominique’s hips rotated as she got more and more aroused. She reached down and grabbed my head, directing me lower and encouraging me to bury my tongue up her fuck hole.
“Oh yes, that’s so good. I forgive you, Gwen,” she moaned as my nose rubbed up and down her clit.
She pushed harder on my head, forcing me to bury my tongue deeper in her snatch. She was riding my face which was now a sticky mess, totally covered with her pussy juice. My breasts swayed back and forth on my chest. My nipples were leaking milk. I needed to be milked.
“Oh, oh, yes! Oh God, yes, I’m cuuummmming!!!!!” she screamed as she continued to grind her pussy into my face, spasming and gushing her sweet nectar all over me.
She released my head and I leaned back panting, finding that I was once again aroused with my clit throbbing and wanting to be sucked just like Dominique.
“Get up, Gwen!” ordered the Marquis.
I forced myself to rise on wobbly legs and assumed the position, not bothering to try and clean the juices off of my face. I didn’t want to do anything that might irritate the Marquis.
“Well, Dominique?” said the Marquis, waiting for some kind of response from the black Amazon woman.
“I accept her apology. Everyone’s entitled to an occasional mistake. After all, the slut is only human,” she chuckled, still feeling the afterglow of her climax.
“Fine! Let’s get her milked, and then we’ll discuss your role with her,” said the Marquis. It’s as if I didn’t exist. They talked like I wasn’t even there.
Dominique brought the portable milking machine, and I was finally relieved. The pressure was reduced very quickly and I found the machine sucking on my nipples highly arousing. They were right. I was such a slut! Just about anything turns me on, and I feared I would do just about anything for sexual gratification. My God, look at what I did yesterday with those old ladies.
“You’re fortunate that Dominique is such a forgiving soul. I hope this will be a lesson to you,” lectured the Marquis.
“Yes, sir, it is,” I answered meekly. The deck was stacked against me. Let me dig my nails into her nipples, and let’s see how she reacts, the kinky bitch. I must be careful to control my thoughts. I must remember that I was here only to serve the Marquis and do his bidding.
Dominique had a very self-satisfied grin on her face. I could see that after only this short period of time our relationship had dramatically changed. She was more dangerous than Claire could ever be. She genuinely got off seeing me highly aroused and suffering.
While Dominique took care of my milk, the Marquis left for a moment but quickly returned. He threw a warm washcloth at me which hit me in the face.
“Clean off your face. You look disgusting!”
I grabbed the washcloth and proceeded to clean myself. I must say it felt better getting that sticky mess removed.
Dominique came over and took the washcloth from me.
“Here let me help,” she said as she cleaned off my breasts, spending a great deal of time rubbing my nipples with the cloth.
“Is that better,” she asked.
“Yes, thank you,” I answered mustering as much humility as possible.
The Marquis watched me closely.
Dominique then reached down and ran her index finger between my pussy lips.
“Well, Marquis, the slut is wet and all I did was wipe off her tits,” Dominique explained.
“Yes, she is quite the slut, and she looks so sexy when she’s aroused. Look at her eyes?” the Marquis said.
It’s quite obvious that Dominique has been given license to do anything she pleases to me. She’s took liberties that no one else would dare take with the Marquis present. What she told me this morning had to be true.
“I assume, Gwen, that your repentance is genuine, and that you will be obedient and respectful in the future?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, because Dominique holds a very special position here at the estate. Yes, she is in charge of your milking because this is one of her many fetishes, but you’ll soon find out that her duties extend far beyond that menial task. You will be seeing much more of her in the future.”
“Yes, sir.”
“As part of your punishment, you will not receive a bead for making her cum.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dominique, how do you feel about Gwen right now?”
“I harbor no hard feelings, Marquis. As far as I’m concerned, we’re past this indiscretion on the slut’s part and all is forgiven,” she answered.
“I want to be sure that’s the case. I’ve decided that you’ll administer the remainder of Gwen’s punishment for her outburst this morning.”
“That isn’t necessary, Marquis.”
“Yes, it is!”
The Marquis then walked directly in front of me. This ordeal was far from over. She dug her nails into me, I screamed out in protest, and now I had to pay dearly for it. I hoped what I was feeling right now wasn’t written all over my face because if it was, I was in deep shit.
“Thrust those tits out, slut,” ordered the Marquis. “Since your breasts were the offending part of your body that caused your outburst this morning, they shall receive the punishment you are due.”
Oh God, no. Haven’t I suffered enough today.
“Dominique will administer twenty-five blows to each breast. This will also be therapeutic for her.”
I stared at the Marquis is disbelief.
“Do you have a problem with that, Gwen?”
“No. sir.”
“Dominique, you may begin!”
The black Amazon strutted over in front of me. She stood before me with a slight grin crossing her lips. It was evident she was going to thoroughly enjoy this. She took out a pair of leather gloves which she put on very slowly and deliberately. They were skin tight.
She then placed her leather-clad hands on the sides of my large breasts. I had a difficult time breathing as I anticipated her next move.
She smiled as she stared at me. Then her right hand left my breast momentarily as she reached back and brought it down on the side of my breast, knocking the wind out of me. My breast received the full impact of the blow and the sting was much worse because of the leather glove.
“Count, slut!”
“One,” I quickly answered.
“Thank me. Where’s your manners, slut?”
“Thank you,” I responded.
“You may address me as Dom. Now let’s try it again and let’s get it right!”
Her right hand again left my breast only to once more viciously smack it.
“SMACK!”
“Two. Thank you, Dom,” I responded.
Her face filled with rage as she brought her right hand back once more and hit me in the lower abdomen. I doubled up in pain and fell to my knees clutching my stomach.
“Aaaagggghhhhh!”
“What’s the matter with you? I said let’s try it again. That means we go back to ONE! Now get up and let’s get it right this time,” she screamed. “You are so fucking dumb!”
I struggled to my feet. Tears filled my eyes as I forced my hands behind my neck and thrusted out my breasts, leaving myself totally vulnerable to this woman. What choice did I have?
She again placed her hands on the sides of my abused breasts. She waited several minutes just holding them as she stared at me. Her thumbs reached up and found my nipples. She ran her thumbs back and forth over them, making them harder.
“SMACK!”
“One. Thank you, Dom,” I quickly responded, wincing in pain.
“That’s better, slut. Wouldn’t you agree, Marquis?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, she’s learning,” answered the Marquis, obviously enjoying himself, content to watch from a distance.
SMACK!
“Two. Thank you, Dom,” I responded as my right breast received the next stinging blow. I was not sure I could take twenty-five of these vicious slaps to my oversensitive breasts.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
My breasts continued to receive stinging blows from Dominique, and I counted and thanked her for each one. By the time she was half way through my punishment, my breasts were red and swollen. I was staggering, fighting to maintain my balance and concentrating on counting correctly and thanking the bitch.
At this point she paused. She leaned in close as her hands traveled over to my nipples which she grasped with her thumb and forefinger.
“All this because you lost your temper. Don’t mess with me again, slut,” she whispered in my ear before running her tongue over my earlobe and finally burying her tongue in my ear. In spite of myself, I found this arousing until she began to put increasing pressure on my nipples. She was now squeezing them hard, and I felt nothing but excruciating pain.
Suddenly she backed off and the blows started up once again.
SMACK!
“Twenty-six. Thank you, Dom,” I responded.
SMACK!
“Twenty-seven. Thank you, Dom.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The slaps to my poor tortured breasts continued as they shook and quivered on my chest with each successive blow. She had now reached forty, and I knew the end was near. Only ten more to go – five on each breast.
Dominique reached down. Oh God, no, she would discover that I was wet!
“Oh my God, the kinky slut is turned on by her punishment! What are you a pain slut? For the next ten slaps, which by the way will be directly on your nipples since you’re enjoying this so much, I want you to answer with ‘This slut thanks you, Dom’. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Dom,” I whimpered.
I felt so humiliated. What was the matter with me? She beat my tits, and I got turned on by it. I was a slut.
Dominique laid her hands over the tops of my breasts. I found it hard to breath, knowing what was about to happen. My nipples were aching and sore and very sensitive.
At that moment Evelyn entered my chambers with Duke, the Marquis’s favorite Doberman. Why was Duke here?
The Marquis brought him over behind me.
“Spread your legs wider, Gwen. Duke will provide a little distraction while you receive the remainder of your punishment.”
Oh God, was he serious? I spread my legs and Duke immediately ran his tongue between my legs. His rough tongue lapped away at my dripping pussy, excited by my sweet tasting nectar.
While Duke devoured my pussy, Dominique raised her right hand slowly and brought it down viciously across my left nipple.
SMACK!
“Aaaagggggghhhhh. Forty-one. This slut thanks you, Dom!”
SMACK!
“Forty-two. This slut thanks you, Dom.”
My right breast received the same treatment. My knees were weak. I didn’t know if I could take much more of this. Duke continued to assault my pussy sending chills up and down my spine while I waited for the next brutal blow from the black bitch.
Dom smiled at me, knowing that I was broken. She had won.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The vicious slaps continued – each successive slap harder than the last until she administered the forty-ninth slap and I knew the end was near.
“Are you ready for the last one, slut?”
“Yes, Dom,” I answered in a whisper, barely able to stand. My breasts heaved up and down on my chest with my labored breathing. My legs were shaking as Duke was relentless as he lapped away at my pussy. Dom reached down and pulled the chain attached to my hard, aching clit. I groaned in lust.
I was close. In spite of the intense pain in my breasts, I was on the verge of a climax. Oh my God, no!
She stepped to my side as she picked up a two inch wide leather belt sitting on the couch. She doubled it over, and I looked on in horror fully aware of what she intended to do. Duke moved around in front of me and assaulted my hard throbbing clit with his tongue. I thrust my hips out seeking greater contact with the long rough tongue of the beast.
“Let’s make this last one memorable, slut. We’ll catch both of those nipples with one blow.”
I groaned.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Dom,” I forced myself to say. What choice did I have?
“Beg for it!”
I couldn’t hide my look of surprise and horror. She wanted me to beg her to beat my breasts. Oh my God!.
“Please, Dom, don’t make…”
“I said, beg for it, slut, or we start all over,” she hissed.
“Oh God,” I whimpered. “Please hit me, Dom,” I managed to get out as Duke lapped away at my heated pussy.
“That’s not good enough. Say it like you mean it!”
“Please, Dom, hit me with your leather belt. This slut deserves it. Hit my breasts, please!” I rambled. “God, just hit me, now!”
“You have tits, slut. Ladies have breasts. You’re no lady. You’re a nasty slut. Now let’s hear it once more and get it right this time!”
“Please hit my my tits! I’m nothing more than a nasty slut and deserve to be hit,” I stammered.
“As you wish! Stick those tits out more so I have a good target, slut!”
Duke buried his muzzle in my pussy as Dom reared back and landed a stinging blow across both of my nipples which drove me to my knees. I grabbed my breasts now filled with excruciating pain. I moaned and rocked back and forth, trying to sooth my pain racked breasts. Oh my God, the pain was centered in my long hard nipples.
Duke was relentless as he continued to devour my pussy and was now burying his long tongue up my fuck hole. He then lapped away at my clit driving me to distraction. I spread my legs wider giving him better access to my pussy. Then he suddenly pulled on the chain connected to my clit which triggered a…
“Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!” I screamed as my nipples and click were filled with excruciating pain. I fell on my back and convulsed uncontrollably as 50,000 volts coursed through my body. My teeth rattled and my head was filled with blinding pain.
Dom put down the leather belt obviously pleased with herself.
As I continued to convulse from the electrical charges to my nipples and clit the Marquis said, “I hope this was a lesson you’ll never forget. Be obedient and respectful at all times. Other than that simple be the hot, nasty slut that you are.”
Through a haze I saw the Marquis and Dominique depart before everything went black.
7:00 PM THAT EVENING
The remainder of the day was a blur to me. I knew that Evelyn and Monique revived me and applied healing balm to my abused breasts. I soaked in the whirlpool for twenty minute intervals to relieve the pain and reduce the swelling. Then I slept for several hours and vaguely remember being milked.
I now rested in my quarters trying to make sense out of all that had happened. Physically I was fine. The redness and swelling had already begun to diminish. The intense pain had been reduced to a nagging ache. No permanent damage was evident which was a relief to me.
Mentally I was not doing so well. As the pain diminished, I found myself once again highly aroused. At least the pain provided a reprieve from the horniness that plagued me day and night. Again my mind wandered, conjuring up all kinds of kinky sexual scenarios where I was used by men and women alike. This caused me to get wetter and wetter as my clit ached and throbbed, burdened by the heavy gold chain that was a constant torment to me. I grew more frustrated with each passing moment. Flashes of yesterday’s events ran through my mind, visions of old desiccated pussy after pussy. Even the thought of Grace’s abuse made me wet. Added to this were visions of Duke mounting me and fucking me with his long, hard cock. I could see his cock pistoning in and out of me at a rapid pace before his knot grew and tied us together as one.
My mind was in conflict. My life was a contradiction. I was groomed to be a wanton slut who was not allowed to do what sluts do best – cum! The Marquis reveled in this, and now he had a hired a companion for me who thought as he did. All I could do was work hard to collect as many beads as possible for that one glorious night when I would be allowed to fulfill my destiny of being a slut.
The days and weeks and months and years after that would take care of themselves. I had no control over my own destiny. I was at the mercy of the Marquis, and whether I liked it or not, must do his bidding. I must be what he wanted me to be.
I hoped someone arrived soon to milk me. I was not sure whether it would be Dom or not. I didn’t think she was here for the afternoon milking. I didn’t look forward to seeing her after what she did to me this morning, but that didn’t really matter, does it? How I felt or what I thought was of little consequence in the world I lived in. Fair play didn’t exist. The rules were made and shaped to serve those who were in power. I was nothing more than a toy.
The door to my chamber opened and Dom entered. She walked over to where I was sitting. I stood up not really knowing how I should act around her. Everything had changed this morning.
She cupped my breasts as she examined them.
“Poor, honey, are they sore?”
“Yes, Dom,” I answered.
“Want me to make them feel better?”
“Yes,” I quietly answered.
“I knew you would, honey. You’re such a slut. You’ll do anything to satisfy that itch in your cunt, won’t you?” she asked as she lowered her lips to my right breast and began to kiss me.
Her lips were so warm and soft and felt so good, kissing my breast. Her tongue circled my areola, and then she took my nipple in her mouth and sucked as much of my breast as she could into her mouth. Her large lips soothed my aching flesh. She was driving me to distraction as she reached down and tugged on the gold chain attached to my clit. My pussy fluttered as my juices trickled down my leg.
Dom then abruptly stopped.
“I really need to get you milked, honey,” she said as she rose to get the portable milking machine.
She acted as if nothing happened this morning. She once again had me so aroused that I wanted to scream. I stood there lustfully looking after her.
She returned and attached the clear plastic cups onto my nipples, then flicked a switch, and the machine came to life drawing the milk from my breasts. This only added to my distress as I looked at her with glazed eyes. She sat as I stood there. She spread her legs, exposing her naked pussy. She ran her finger up and down between her pussy lips as she stared at me, licking her lips. She dipped her finger in her pussy, wetting it.
“Want to earn a bead, honey,” she asked as she offered her finger to me.
Still attached to the machine, I fell to my knees and sucked on her finger, eagerly licking it clean.
She spread her legs further apart.
“There’s more where that came from. Do you love me?” she asked, offering me her now wet pussy.
“Oh yes, Dom,” I groaned.
“Then help yourself,” she grinned.
I groaned as I lowered my head between her legs and began licking her inner thigh. My breasts hung down as the machine continued to draw milk from my breasts. I could hear Dom’s soft sighs as I worked my tongue towards her pussy. Her moans became more insistent as my tongue traveled up and down between her labia, drinking in her sweet nectar.
“Mmmmmm, that feels so good, slut. You were made to eat pussy,” she whispered as her hands moved to my head and guided my tongue to her hard little clit. I sucked on it as she became more insistent, pushing her pussy up into my face.
“Eat my pussy! Make me cum! God, I love it!”
She raised her hips and pushed down on my head, forcing my tongue between her pussy lips and up her fuck hole. She then held my head firmly as she drove her hips forward, burying my tongue deeper up her opening. At the same time I ran my nose all over her clit.
“That’s it! Keep your tongue hard so I can fuck it like a little cock! Make me cum! Oh yea. That’s it, honey!”
I was so aroused myself that I went crazy, sucking in her juices. Her pussy had become my universe and my only thought was to please her, to make her cum all over my face, to give her the release that I was denied!
I devoured her pussy, running my tongue all over it. I sucked on her labia and pulled gently on it. I then took her clit in my mouth and gripped it gently with my teeth as I pulled. This was too much for Dom.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh God, I’m cumming!” she screamed as her hips bucked up and down. She held my head to her pussy as my tongue danced all over it, lapping up the rewards of my labor.
She lay back totally sated with a pleased look on her face. My own pussy was throbbing, and I was more aroused then ever. The machine was no longer drawing milk, and Dom quickly removed the cups and took care of the machine.
I stood there breathing heavy still overcome with lust. My nipples, in spite of the abuse they took today, were rock hard. I had visions of a large black cock violating me and driving me to orgasm after orgasm. I was such a slut!
Dom returned and took a bead and placed it between my pussy lips.
“You earned this one, honey! I hope there are no hard feelings about this morning. I had no choice,” she said as she buried her tongue in my ear.
“No, there isn’t.”
Her lips trailed down my neck to the top of my heaving breasts. My nipples were hard and begging for Dom to devour them.
“God, I’m still wet! Want to clean me up!” she asked as she sat on the couch and once again spread her legs exposing her wet moist lips.
“Oh yes,” I responded as I again dropped to my knees and began to lick the juices off her inner thigh.
“Look at me as you clean me. I love to see the lust in your eyes,” she ordered.
I looked up at her as my tongue continued to clean her pussy.
“Tell me how much you love me, Gwen,” she groaned.
“I love you, Dom,” I said while still licking and sucking on her labia.
“You can let your nipples brush against my legs. It’s alright! There’s not much you can do about it anyway, your tips are so large,” she said.
She was getting me hotter and hotter, and she knew it! She liked to see me like this.
“Mmmmm good, suck the juice out of my pussy! Imagine that I’m licking your cunt. I bet that makes you wet, doesn’t it, honey?” she asked.
“Yes, it does, Dom. Everything about you makes me wet,” I answered looking at her with lust filled eyes.
“What are you?” she asked.
“I am a slut,” I answered.
“You are a nasty, horny slut! And do you have breasts?”
“No, I have tits. Only ladies have breasts. I’m no lady, Dom. I’m a slut who loves to lick your pussy,” I answered.
“Very good. You’re learning your lessons well,” she smiled.
Then she abruptly got up.
“I think you can wear your bra. We don’t want your tits to sag. The Marquis likes nice firm tits on his slut. I’ll see you tonight for your 11:00 PM milking. Maybe I can help you to feel better then,” she said as she headed towards the door.
Disappointed, I snapped my bra in place as the door closed. I continued reading my erotic novel which didn’t help me to feel any better. My mind was plagued with nasty, dirty thoughts. I wondered if the Marquis had any books about beastiality.
I had 34 beads. Today was not a very productive day, but there was always tomorrow.
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