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The Misadventures of Gwen
Chapter 12
Note: This story is total fantasy. It does not reflect real-life situations involving real people. Furthermore, my own personal opinion is that all sexual interaction between individuals (in real life) should take place on an entirely consensual basis. And now with that said on with the story…..
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One Week Later
I am in a highly agitated state. It has now been 22 days since I was last allowed to cum. My clitoris throbs constantly. It is an ongoing source of torment to me. It sticks out like a little prick. It is engorged and constantly stimulated by the ring in my clitoral hood.
I am so frustrated and horny. My thoughts are always sexual in nature. It seems to be the only thing on my mind these days. I never used to be like this. Sometimes when I think about what I've become, I feel a sense of loss. I know that I can never return to my old life again. The old Gwen is dead forever. How ironic that everyone I know and hold near and dear to my heart now thinks that I am dead, and at the same time I am becoming dead to myself. I don’t want to think about it. Sometimes this bothers me for I don't know what extremes I will go to just to cum. I don’t know myself anymore.
I have been allowed to recuperate from my piercings. All swelling in my tongue is totally gone, and I’m getting use to the barbells through my tongue now that Jake has returned to insert shorter rods. My vaginal piercings are also almost completely healed. They now keep me highly aroused at all times.
I have been excused from my morning two mile walks until I have healed. However, I still have to complete my aerobic exercises on a daily basis.
My regular milking schedule is maintained, and my milk production has increased slightly which incidentally brings great pleasure to the Marquis. Claire is a constant source of torment to me. During my milkings she often taunts me taking great pleasure in getting me aroused and then forcing me to make her cum.
Today I am preparing to meet the Marquis. I wear what has become my usual attire -wrist cuffs, collar, and, of course, my over the knee boots with 4 inch heels. I'm really starting to love these boots. The soft, imported Italian leather feels so good against my thighs. I'm also getting used to these 4 inch heels. Walking on the balls of my feet almost feels natural now.
New jewelry has been added to my attire. Three small chains connect the rings in my labia. Now whenever I walk, the chains brush against my pussy further exciting me.
After being carefully inspected by Monique and Evelyn, I am taken to the Marquis's drawing room. He awaits my arrival. When I arrive, I assume the position I have learned so well – feet spread wide and my hands locked behind my head so that my breasts are thrust forward.
"My dear Gwen, how are you today?" He asks as he fondles my breasts. "The chambermaids tell me that you are often irritable. You know this is not proper behavior for a slave."
Proper behavior? What do they know about proper behavior? My tongue has satisfied all of them more than once while they have left me aroused and frustrated.
"I'm sorry, sir," I reply contritely.
"I would hope so," he says as he twists my nipple. "Now, let's check out your new piercings. Open your mouth."
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue so the Marquis can inspect my pierced tongue. He smiles as he checks out the location of each barbell.
"Ah, I must test those out later," he says.
His hand then travels down to my pussy and fondles the chains connecting the rings to my labia. He tugs on each chain lightly. My labia are swollen and sensitive as is my clit. My pussy is already dripping as he sends shivers up and down my spine. It doesn't take much for me to become overcome with lust. As you can imagine, I am very highly aroused these days.
He then slowly traces his finger up from my labia to my clitoris, which is throbbing and rock hard. He circles my clit with his index finger, driving me absolutely out of my mind. Unconsciously my hips move trying to make more contact with his finger.
He smacks the side of my left tit and then does the same to my right. My tits smack in to each other bloated with new milk.
“Don’t move! Do only what you are told to do and nothing more. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I quickly respond.
I am being conditioned to be a mindless idiot that only does what I’m told to do. Don’t dare have an original thought. Don’t dare move any part of your body unless you’re told to do so. Just do the Marquis’ bidding no matter how disgusting or perverted it may be. That’s what he demands of me. If he knew I was having these thoughts, I would be severely punished for it.
“I know why you’re so irritable. It’s because you haven’t been allowed to cum in so long. Isn’t that right, Gwen?” asks the Marquis tauntingly.
“Yes, sir,” I humbly reply.
"Well, I think we can do something about that," says the Marquis as he caresses my breasts and squeezes my nipples.
Oh my God, is he serious. He's up to something. The Marquis is not one to be trusted.
"How would you like to cum while your pussy is wrapped around a large cock? Imagine the pleasure a large cock could give you," whispers the Marquis as he continues to fondle my breasts and run his hands up and down my body.
"I would, sir," I stammer knowing I'm showing too much emotion.
"I thought you would, Gwen," the Marquis replied smugly. "It just so happens that a good friend of mine, Count Darius, has a slight problem. You might be the answer to that problem. Do you think you might be interested?"
"I ah ah...”
"Why do you hesitate? Answer me," the Marquis shrieks as he slaps my tits.
"Yes sir," I reply regretting my hesitation which brought on his wrath. He is so volatile.
"That's better. Now, where was I? Oh yes, Count Darius’s father is 90 years old and on his deathbed. He doesn't have very long to live since suffering a stroke just a few months ago. Actually he has become very weak and doesn’t get around at all anymore these days. However, his father also has this magnificent 14 inch cock which has never fully been inserted in any woman's orifice. It is his desire before he dies to experience this once in his lifetime,” explains the Marquis.
I listen intently as the Marquis tells this bizarre tale. He has to be crazy – a 14 inch cock! What is he thinking? This lust which is consuming me is preventing me from thinking clearly. My God, what can I do with a 14 inch cock? He doesn't really expect me to take a 14 inch cock up my pussy, does he? That would ruin me. A 14 inch cock could do some serious damage. I’ve had 11 inches but never 14.
"Are you willing to do this, Gwen?" Asks the Marquis.
Do I really have a choice? There is only one answer, and he knows it. Why does he toy with me like that?
"Yes, sir," I reply with tears in my eyes.
"Very good, Gwen, you've made a wise choice."
"Thank you, sir" I reply.
"The Count's father will be arriving this afternoon. I will take you to him this evening and personally supervise the festivities."
The Count now directs me to get on my knees, spread my legs apart, and lock my hands behind my head. Once more my huge jugs are thrust out and my pussy is exposed.
"Now that we’re done with business, let's test out that new studded tongue of yours," chuckles the Marquis.
He quickly undresses and stands before me with his large prick looking me in the face. I become excited and lick my lips in anticipation. It’s been so long since I‘ve had a cock. My clit is throbbing and my pussy is leaking on to the floor, I‘m so aroused. None of this is lost on the Marquis.
“You look very hungry, slut. Stick out your tongue and run it over the head of my cock,” demands the Marquis.
I quickly comply. You don’t have to tell me twice. Just licking his dick is really turning me on. My pussy is aching and my clit is throbbing and so needful. I run my tongue all over the head of his cock making sure that the barbells in my tongue tease his sensitive head. As I look into his eyes, I can see the pleasure written all over his face. This heats me up, and I redouble my efforts.
"Yes, that's it, suck my cock you little slut," he chides.
I start to take the length of his cock into my mouth making sure to rub its length with my studded tongue as it moves to the back of my mouth. My tongue is darting all over his cock as it moves in and out of my mouth. He then grabs my bald head and shoves his cock to the back of my mouth driving it into my throat. I continue to caress his cock with my studded tongue as it travels downward deeper into my throat.
“Oh God, this feels glorious. Ah, those barbells in your tongue, what a fine idea. I may have to add more,” he chuckles as he relentlessly pounds his cock into my throat.
I’m getting dizzy. His huge cock is relentlessly pounding my mouth. His balls are banging up against my chin as he drives his rod deep into my throat. I’m foaming at the mouth, and it’s smeared all over his shaft as he continues to fuck my throat. My hands are still behind my head, and I find it hard to maintain my balance. My tits are flopping wildly on my chest oozing sweet nectar from my nipples. My clit burns and itches with desire – a desire to be touched, to be licked, to be kissed, but it remains neglected driving me out of my mind. The Marquis will soon cum in my mouth but I will not cum. I will remain fucking hot and on the verge of distraction until he allows me the privilege of cuming in some debasing and humiliating manner.
And now his pace picks up, and he is ramming deep into my throat for all he is worth. I can feel his shaft getting larger. He’s about to cum. Oh God, my throat is flooded with his glorious cum. He keeps cuming and cuming down my throat and into my stomach. Hmmmm.
He’s done. He has a contented look on his face as he withdraws his dick from my mouth. I snake out my tongue licking him clean not wanting to waste a precious drop of his cum. He looks down at me with a smug look on his face as I lap and clean off his cock.
“Ah, very nice, Gwen. Those barbells are definitely an improvement. Well, it’s time for you to get ready for this evening’s festivities.”
I am taken back to my chambers to be prepared. I am now hornier than hell. All the time that I was sucking that huge cock, I was wishing it was stuffed up my pussy.
Claire meets me upon my arrival. I stand with my legs spread and my hands clasped behind my head. My tits stick out prominently ready to be milked. Claire runs her hands over my breasts tweaking my nipples and making them harder than they already are. My pussy is on fire.
"I hear you’ve got a hot date tonight. My, my a 90-year-old man. Are you sure you can handle that?" taunts Claire as she continues to squeeze my nipples. I'm overheating.
She then leans down and takes my left nipple in her mouth and sucks greedily on it. She does the same to my right nipple. I can’t take much more of this. I'm so fucking hot.
Her hand snakes down and flicks my clit. A soft moan escapes my lips as my clit quivers and begs for more attention.
"Get down on your knees, you little slut," orders Claire.
I drop to my knees with my hands still clasped behind my head. Claire takes the suction cups and places them over my nipples. The machine comes to life as it sucks the sweet nectar from my engorged breasts. Claire then stands in front of me and raises her skirt revealing her naked cunt.
"You know what to do. Get busy," she orders.
I run my tongue up and down the length of her pussy paying special attention to her clit. She grinds her cunt into my face as I lap and probe deeper with my tongue.
"God, I love what your tongue is doing to me. Those barbells are absolutely awesome. That's it! Flick my clit with that barbell. I love it. Ooowww, that feels so good. You're driving me crazy," she coos as she continues to grind her cunt into my face while rubbing my bald head.
I am so aroused. My body is one giant nerve begging for attention. I continue to eat her pussy driving my tongue deep into her fuck hole. My own pussy is quivering and leaking pussy juice on to the floor.
Suddenly she grabs my head and grinds her cunt into my face. My tongue continues to snake in and out of her hole as my nose is being ground into her clit. I can't breathe with my face pressed so tightly against her pussy. She then tenses up and releases a loud groan as she cums, drenching my face in her juices.
She steps back with a satisfied smirk on her face.
“I love what you do to me. You are such a nasty little slut,” she whispers in my ear as her tongue snakes in and out of it. This further arouses me. I feel like I’m going to burst. Maybe a 90 year old man won’t be so bad after all.
I am then bathed, and have a fine dinner of filet mignon with a baked potato with sour cream. This is one of my favorite meals, and I find it very satisfying. Monique and Evelyn are very watchful making sure my hands don’t wander where they’re not suppose to be and ready to punish me if they do.
After dinner I am dressed. Tonight I am dressed in black. I look in the mirror and see a sex-starved nympho standing before me in black four inch high over the knee boots, collar, and wrist cuffs. The gold chains once again adorn my pussy tugging on my labia as a constant reminder that I have a cunt that yearns to be fucked.
As I wait for the Marquis to arrive, I fantasize about that old man's 14 inch cock. Is it really 14 inches long? Can an old man really have a dick that long? Can he get it up? I get wetter and wetter as I think about that cock ravishing my cunt.
What's happening to me? I never used to have thoughts like this before. My thoughts were always clean and wholesome. How can I sit here and fantasize about a 90-year-old man? Have I stooped so low that I will do anything to satisfy my cravings? Is there nothing I won't do? Sometimes I scare myself for I know not to what extremes I will go to put out this fire that burns in my loins.
The Marquis arrives and is dressed splendidly in a fine tuxedo. He looks me up and down examining me closely. He pats my left tit with his riding crop and then does the same to my pussy. I love the attention he's giving me.
"It looks as if you're ready for tonight's activities, Gwen. You look very desirous, and I love that look in your eyes-that look that says fuck me. You do want to be fucked, don't you?" taunts the Marquis as he pats my butt with his riding crop.
As the Marquis leads me down the hall by my leash, he chats. "Count Darius's father is in a very fragile condition. Remember, he is 90 years old and not use to a great deal of physical activity at his age. Let's face it, how often does a 90-year-old have the opportunity to be serviced by a half naked voluptuous young woman with gigantic tits and a cunt that's begging to be fucked.”
We arrive at his room and the Marquis opens the door. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that my eyes behold. For there lying on the divan is a little old man who’s skin looks like old leather, all wrinkled and shriveled up. He looks just like a refugee from a concentration camp – all skin and bones except for one outstanding feature. Standing tall and at attention is a huge cock which certainly looked 14 inches long and must have measured at least two inches in diameter. Something is wrong with this picture. That healthy cock looks so out of place on that emaciated body of the old man.
I stand there with my mouth agape trying to take everything in. The Marquis taps me on the ass with his riding crop and urges me forward into the room. The old man ogles me, looking me up and down. A smile covers his wrinkled face as he begins to drool. He tries to say something but it is unintelligible. His huge cock begins to quiver.
“This is Gwen, and she’s here to please you, Count,” says the Marquis to the old man.
The old man nods never taking his eyes off of me. His cock continues to quiver.
“It's time to begin, slut. I think first of all you should service his cock with your mouth," whispers the Marquis in my ear as he cups my left breast.
I look at the old man with revulsion. After all, he's old enough to be my great-grandfather, but as I look at his giant cock, I'm strangely drawn to it like a magnet. I get down on my knees and grasp the huge phallus. I drool as I begin to lick the fat head of his cock.
The old man moans, and still has that smile on his face.
At that moment a man with a camcorder enters the room. I turn with a surprised look on my face.
“Don’t worry about him, Gwen. He’s my videographer and here to capture this event for posterity. Just go about your business.”
I open my mouth and take in the first three or four inches of his hard cock. I swirl my tongue, teasing his phallus with the studs in my tongue. I chew my way down his shaft-four, five, six inches enter my mouth. Inside my mouth, the head of his cock pushes aside the tender membranes of my upper throat and tongue. His huge cock pushes my tongue flat as it nears the curve downward into my throat.
The old man sighs.
The vidoetographer zooms in for a close-up.
I gag slightly and swallow. The old man sighs again. Inside my mouth the head of his cock slides down into the opening at the top of my throat. It worms its way into the very top of my esophagus. I push down on his shaft allowing it to enter my throat - nine, then ten, then eleven inches of cock disappear from view.
Now the head of his cock is well down into my throat pointing downwards. I am so fucking hot! My fucking cunt is dripping. This old man has me so turned on. I can feel a bulge in my upper neck and chest as his giant cock works its way down my throat.
He moans and sighs as his cock disappears from sight. He stares at me with that crooked smile on his face breathing heavily. I can imagine that my throat is very tight and giving him a great deal of pleasure.
My face is red. I’m sweating profusely from the exertion. I begin to foam at the mouth as I see the remainder of his cock disappear from site – twelve, thirteen, fourteen inches of cock enter my throat headed for my belly. As I look down, I see a finger’s width of penis still exposed. I push forward and my lips mash flat against the old man’s pubic hair.
The old man is moaning continuously now.
His entire fourteen inches is buried within my mouth and throat. The head of his cock is just inches above my stomach. I stay like that for several moments, and then I slowly begin to rise up off the shaft, allowing several inches at a time to emerge from between my lips. As it slides up and over the back of my tongue, I swallow and gulp down a lungful of air.
The old man is in heaven. It's written all over his face.
I’m breathing heavy and am highly excited. I start the downward descent again, taking his gigantic cock into my mouth and down my throat. I once again bottom out and slowly rise up once more caressing his cock as it leaves my throat.
The old man is breathing heavy and foaming at the mouth. Small moans escape from his lips.
I lick and suck on his cockhead before once again beginning the descent into my throat. I quicken my pace, impaling my mouth and throat on his cock and then retreating only to impale myself once again. My pace becomes faster and faster as his huge cock violates my throat time and time again. I’m like a crazed animal out of control. I can’t get enough of his monster cock. I want it all the way in me. I want more. I’m like a machine now maintaining a faster and faster pace, forcing his huge cock to its limit down my throat.
Oh God, I’m out of control. My body is overheating. My cunt is on fire. My clit is huge and throbbing so much it aches. My labia are swollen and stretched.
The old man lets out a cry and tenses. His cock, once again embedded in my throat, begins to pulse and I know he’s about to cum. Then all hell breaks loose. He lets out a shriek, only one, and then his cock starts to pump a huge load of sperm into my belly. I quickly swallow fearing that I might choke on the massive amount of sperm spurting out of his cock. My tummy is filling up, and then all is quiet.
I slowly rise off his mammoth cock until the head rests on my tongue. He is still rock hard. I don’t believe the stamina this old man has. I look up and see that contented smile on his face. His eyes are closed.
I stand up and look down at his gorgeous cock. I lick my lips. He has been satisfied, but I haven’t. I’m on fire. All those weeks of not cumming have taken their toll on me.
I look pleadingly at the Marquis. He comes over and removes the chains connecting the rings on my labia. Chills run up and down my spine at his touch. He eyes the Count’s cock.
The videographer continues to capture everything on tape.
I straddle the Count and lower my cunt on to the head of his cock. Oh my God, I’m in heaven. This monster cock might rip me apart, but I’ll go out in bliss.
The Marquis comes around in front of the Count. He takes the old man’s wrist in his hand much as you would do when checking someone’s pulse. That's exactly what he's doing. He's checking the old man's pulse. I continue to ease the head of his cock into my pussy. Oh God, that feels good.
"He's dead," says the Count as he places his hand on his chest. "That massive orgasm must have been too much for him with his heart condition."
"Oh my God," I scream as I dismount him and retreat into the corner. "This can't be happening. Oh God, this can't be happening."
I babble senselessly, shocked by the reality of the situation.
“This old man is dead because of me,” I whimper.
"The doctors had given him only a few days to live. His time had come. His son wanted him to die fulfilling a lifetime desire, to have his cock devoured by a voluptuous woman. When he saw you at the party last month and the way you serviced anyone and anything in sight, he knew you were the one. You are not to blame. You simply fulfilled an old man’s dying wish.”
I begin to settle down now that I know the true state of affairs. My breathing levels out, but the fire in my cunt rages on. My clit is throbbing, standing out like a little prick, and in desperate need of attention.
"Why don't you continue what you started, Gwen? You know you want to, and the Count wants it that way," whispers the Marquis in my ear as he caresses my breasts further inflaming me.
I begin to cry. Is he out of his mind? Fuck a dead man. What does he think I am - some kind of pervert? I'm so torn. The old man is dead. You just can't have sex with a dead man. But still the fire in my loins rages on and on.
"Go on, Gwen, you know you want to," taunts the Marquis as he swats my ass with his riding crop.
He’s making me do this. He knows I’m so aroused that I’ll do just about anything to cum. He takes his pleasure in abasing me, but he wants to make it look like it’s my decision. He holds the solution. He could fuck me, and then they would be no decision to make. I wouldn’t have to fuck a dead man with a gorgeous 14 inch cock.
But that wasn’t to be. If I walk away now, the fire in my pussy will rage on and on for who knows how long.
I slowly walk over to the dead old man mesmerized by his gigantic cock standing up so straight and stiff. My pussy is drooling. I'm so torn. And then I am overcome by lust. I straddle the old man and lower my pussy down on the head of his cock. Oh my God, that feels so good. I lower myself further allowing two, three, four inches of his gigantic cock to enter my cunt. Chills run up and down my spine. I'm like a she bitch in heat.
I push down hard and five more inches of cock enter my love canal. God, this feels so good. I look up and the old man still has a smile on his face. I move up and down on his phallus gyrating my hips, and then I suddenly impale myself on his gigantic cock burying all 14 inches into my cunt. Yes! I feel so full. His huge dick has pressed into my cervix.
The videographer catches all of it on film.
I raise myself off his cock and slowly descend once more. God that feels good. I reach for my nipples, but the Marquis smacks my hand with his riding crop and orders me to put my hands behind my head.
“That’s better, slut. I don’t want you to take too much initiative. You were told only to ride that cock. I want to see you ride faster. Start moving that slutty cunt of yours up and down on that dick like there’s no tomorrow,” he screams as he smacks my tits with his crop.
He takes measured blows. He bends the tip of the crop back, takes careful aim, and then let’s go. SMACK. Oh God, the pain. I ride the old dead man’s cock faster and faster with my tits bouncing up and down receiving blows from the Marquis’s crop. He’s enjoying himself watching me debase myself like this.
There’s a volcano building in me as I ride faster and harder. I’m out of control as I ram my cunt down on the giant cock. Rivulets of pleasure course through my body. I’m on fire and alive. Every nerve in my body is awake and sensitive. Yes! Yes! My thrusts are fast and furious as I rise and fall on the old dead man’s fantastic cock. God, I’m fucking a dead man, and I love it.
And then…..
“Eeyeyeyeeeeeeeeeeeee, I’m cuming!” I scream. Oh my God, I’ve never come like this before, wave upon wave upon wave sweeping throughout my body. It’s glorious. It just continues – wave upon wave upon wave…
It’s over. I raise myself off the dead man’s cock and stand there staring at it. The bizarreness of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks. I just fucked a dead man. Too what depths of depravity will I sink? I’m filled with remorse and begin to cry.
“Spread your legs. Get those hands locked back behind your neck. Don’t forget your manners,” he hisses as he circles me.
“Yes, sir,” I reply.
“Well, that was quite a show you put on. I hope you’re feeling better - two down and one to go.”
“I don’t understand, sir” I question not knowing what he means.
“What don’t you understand, Gwen? I explained it all to you earlier. You were to please him three ways. You’ve done two so far with one yet to go. What is there to understand?” he said angrily.
He can’t be serious. He can’t really expect me to take him anally. I only fucked him because I was so worked up and not thinking straight. I can’t do this.
“You hesitate!” he says as he looks at me hitting his hand with the riding crop.
“Maybe I’m asking too much of you,” he says.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
“All right, you don’t have to be taken anally, however we can’t leave him like this. You’ll at least have to clean up the mess you made. You can at least clean off his dick with your mouth.”
I knew it was too good to be true. It isn't over after all.
"Let's make haste. Down on your knees, now," commands the Marquis.
I sink to my knees and stare at the gigantic prick in front of me. It is so big and so thick and so hard. I’m mesmerized. I lick the head of the dead man's dick, taking my juices into my mouth.
The videographer again comes in for a close-up.
Meanwhile the Marquis is busy spreading K-Y jelly on my anus as he inserts his finger up my ass.
I'm getting aroused again as I continue to lick up and down the length of this giant prick. It's so big. My clit is throbbing and I once again feel the heat building in my loins. I feverishly lick the giant prick as the Marquis works two fingers up my ass. The fire builds within me. God that feels good.
I work feverishly on the huge prick taking time to lick the balls which are now growing cold. The Marquis now has three fingers up my ass and is sawing in and out. He knows what he's doing. He knows he'll get his way. All he has to do is get me hot enough, and he knows I’ll impale myself on that fucking dick.
"That's enough, Gwen. It's time to end this little party," says the Marquis as he pulls me to my feet.
I hesitate as I look longingly at the huge 14 inch cock. The Marquis rubs my ass and then trails his finger up and down the crack of my ass.
"Are you having second thoughts, my dear," whispers the Marquis in my ear.
He's done this to me. He's built me up once more to fever pitch. He knows I need a cock badly. He'll have his way.
"Would you like me to grease that giant cock for you?" Asks the Marquis.
"Yes," I reply meekly.
He laughs an evil laugh as he goes over to the old dead man and spreads K-Y jelly all over his giant 14 inch cock.
What is wrong with me. My mind is in such a turmoil. This is so wrong. I can’t do this. It’s not right. It goes against everything I’ve ever been brought up to believe. Oh God help me.
"He's ready for you, Gwen," he says.
The videographer gets in to position.
I've reached the point of no return. I am again once more on fire as I hesitantly walk over to the dead corpse not able to look at the old man’s face. I can’t help myself. I lower my ass onto the head of his huge 14 inch cock trying to gain entrance but not meeting with any success. I push harder and my anal sphincter begins to give under the pressure. I push even harder, and finally the head of his cock breaks through into my anus. I feel so full. I also feel so ashamed of myself. I find myself totally disgusting.
I push harder and work his fucking cock further into my rectum - five inches, six inches, seven inches, eight inches. I feel so full. I ride the eight inches of cock up and down trying to loosen up my passage for further violation. How can I ever look myself in the mirror again?
I remember to lock my hands behind my head to avoid being chastised by the Marquis. As I ride the giant cock, my tits bounce up and down on my chest out of control. The Marquis again uses my chest for target practice, taking measured blows at first my right tit and then my left one. He then sucks my nipples into his mouth drawing milk. He offers some to the videographer who takes a short break to feast on the milk flowing from my tits.
As my rectum opens, more and more of his fucking prick is invading me. 12 inches of prick is now buried up my ass and threatening to enter my colon. I feel so full, but I have a demented desire to go on. I want all 14 inches buried up my ass. I want that cock to go where no other cock has gone before. I’m totally out of control. My lustful mind is filled with so much desire.
I raise myself up so that only a couple inches of this monster cock is penetrating my anus, and then I drop myself down driving all fourteen inches of cock into my bowels. Oh my God, I think something ripped, but I don't care. I think his cock is in my colon. It feels so fucking good. I begin to slowly ride his cock up and down sending chills up and down the length of my spine. My pace increases driving that 14 inch monster faster and harder up my shitter. I'm out of control, and the Marquis continues to smack my defenseless breasts with his riding crop.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Yes, hit me harder. Beat my fucking tits. I want it. I love it! I deserve it. I deserve to be whipped unmercifully for what I’m doing now.
The videographer captures all on tape.
Then the Marquis drops his crop and rips open his pants removing his cock. His cock is hard and pulsing as he approaches, forcing me to lean back so that he can drive his cock up and into my pussy. Yes, fuck my cunt.
For the last three weeks or so I couldn’t get anyone to pay any attention to my poor pussy. Now my pussy and my ass are filled with cock. I am so full. I can feel both cocks rubbing against each other. It feels so good. I don’t ever want it to end. The Marquis takes long strokes driving his massive tool into me up to the hilt. Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster! Really give it to me. I need to be punished for what I’m doing.
Oh God, it’s happening; like a volcano all hell breaks loose. I have a massive orgasm and my body shakes uncontrollably. The Marquis cums in my pussy at the same time. My pussy is being filled with his cum for the first time since I was taken captive. I continue to ride both cocks. Finally the Marquis withdraws his cock from my cunt. I continue fucking the 14 inch cock with abandon. I’m a crazed lust-driven slut. The Marquis finally stops me and lifts me off of the huge phallus.
"That's enough, Gwen. That's quite enough," says the Marquis.
The chambermaids are summoned, and I am taken back to my quarters totally exhausted and spent. I am physically and emotionally drained. But more than that, I have crossed a line from which I can never return. I am so ashamed. God forgive me for what I have done.
I take a long shower and then relax in the whirlpool trying to gather my thoughts. I don’t really want to think right now for my thoughts are becoming suicidal. The fire in my cunt has been abated for now, but there’s no telling when it will flare up once again into a roaring inferno.
I’m disturbed and dismayed by my behavior this evening – actually by my behavior in general. I know I was manipulated by the Marquis and really didn’t have too many options, but it disturbs me that I consciously chose to ride that old man’s 14 inch cock. Even though I’m not allowed many choices, that choice was mine and that’s what bothers me the most. I could have walked away without putting his 14 inch cock up my ass, but I didn’t. I chose sexual gratification over salvaging any sense of dignity or self-worth.
The other thing that bothers me is my language. Since I’ve been held captive by the Marquis, my language has become much more vulgar. I think nothing of using words like cunt, pussy, cock, and tits now. I would never utter such profanity as little as two months ago. But now these words are becoming an intricate part of my vocabulary, and I like using them. I want to use them. They seem to define my sexuality and what I am becoming and that bothers me.
What does tomorrow hold for me? I fear that the Marquis will come up with some new diabolical plan to further debase and transform me to his liking - to dehumanize me and turn me into a creature of lust. I’m no longer the person I used to be.
What’s in store for poor Gwen? Stay tuned - more to come………
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