I can't stop thinking about last night and the bizarre events with Count Darius's father. It should bother me more, but it doesn't. All I can visualize is that large 14 inch cock penetrating my throat and threatening to enter my belly.
Maybe they're all right; maybe I am nothing but a slut. A slut is defined as "a woman considered sexually promiscuous." Well, I suppose you could consider me promiscuous, but certainly it wasn't by choice. Promiscuous is defined as one who is "indiscriminate in the choice of sexual partners." Well, I've had a wide range of sexual partners from the dwarves, to women, to black men, to dead men, and who knows what else awaits me in the future. I'm a slut but not by choice.
The Marquis summons me at 10:00 AM. After my usual morning routine and morning milking, I am prepared to meet him. Royal blue is the color of the day. This one I've never seen before. My boots are a shiny royal blue with my customary five inch heels. Again matching collar and wrist cuffs set off my attire. I look in the mirror as Monique makes final adjustments to my collar. I get wet just looking at my own reflection. It seems odd that since my capture I haven't worn any clothes at all, only this attire.
I find this morning that once again the heat is building in my loins. My clit is hard and throbbing and begging for attention. My pussy quivers with the chains draped across my labia. It was my hope that the fire would be quenched for a few days rather than only a few hours. I suspect I might be a nympho or that somehow in this short period of time I have evolved into a nympho. Maybe the Marquis's bizarre treatment of me has triggered something latent or deep-seated in my psyche.
I arrive in the Marquis's sitting room at the appointed time. He seems pleased to see me. There is another man here with him. This guy looks like a geek. He wears thick rimmed glasses and has a pen holder in his pocket. He also has a laptop computer and some other equipment with him. His jaw drops open when I enter the room.
"Good morning, Gwen," the Marquis greets me. It's strange. At times he almost seems glad to see me and treats me like an old friend rather than a slave and a low life.
"Good morning, sir," I respond avoiding eye contact with him.
I assume the position with my legs spread, and my hands locked behind my head thrusting my huge breasts out. I seem to be having an affect on the new person. There's a bulge in his pants. I wonder how big he is. Oh God, stop thinking like that. I like the fact that I'm having this affect on him.
"I hope you have recovered sufficiently from last night," whispers the Marquis in my ear.
"Yes, sir," I respond as he fondles my breasts.
"This is good. Count Darius was very pleased with the outcome of last night's activities and indicated to me this morning that he enjoyed the tapes very much. His father passed away a happy man," the Marquis added as his hand slips down to feel my pussy.
He saw the tapes. Oh my God, he saw what I did to his father!
"Well, anyway, we'll discuss that at further length later."
The Marquis calls the other man over who stands in front of me with his mouth agape. I run my tongue over my lips when the Marquis isn't looking.
"Ray, this is Gwen. Is she not everything I said she was?" the Marquis says to Ray.
"She certainly is, sir," he says as he gawks at me unable to take his eyes off my tits. I move my arms slightly causing my tits to shimmer. I thought Ray's eyes were going to bug out of his head.
"Gwen, Ray Dawson is my chief engineer in charge of research and development. He and his team have developed some technology, more specifically nanotechnology, that will have a great impact on you. He has done some groundbreaking research in this area," explains the Marquis.
What on earth is nanotechnology? I have a puzzled look on my face.
"Is something bothering you, Gwen?" the Marquis enquires.
I'm not sure whether to respond or not.
"Well, is something bothering you," he again asks with a hint of irritation in his voice.
Does it really matter? Does he really care what I think? I better say something before he really gets mad.
"It's just that I don't know what nanotechnology is," I stammer.
"Is that all," the Marquis responds. "Explain it to her Ray so she will better understand what we're going to do to her."
"Well, Miss Gwen, nanotechnology is a relatively new technology for creating devices up to 1000 times smaller than the current generation of MEMS devices. Devices as small as one millionth of a meter," explains Ray. "Now, the devices we developed for you aren't quite that small, at least not in a perfected form yet, but still fairly small based on today's standards."
I have no idea what he is talking about! Devices? For me?
He opens a small box that contains three rings made out of what look like a very fine or thin filament. They are the thickness of fine thread, actually thinner.
"These were developed for you, Miss Gwen. The smaller one is for your clitoris, and the two larger ones are for your nipples." he explains.
Oh great, more jewelry, but these are so small you can hardly see them.
"Explain to her what they do, Ray," said the Marquis.
"Certainly, sir. All three rings do basically the same thing," Ray explains as he stares at my huge breasts. "They first of all have a monitoring function. They monitor your pulse, blood pressure, and can even tell us when you peak and are about to have a climax.
"Their second function is to emit electrical impulses. These rings can induce an orgasm of varying intensity and depth by varying the degree and intensity of those impulses. On the other hand we can also apply a painful shock to your system by increasing and intensifying electrical impulses.
"Of course, these devices are wireless and can be programmed to implement a number of complicated programs and routines. This makes them dynamic and adaptable to the Marquis's wishes and desires. If he needs to illicit an immediate response, he can use this remote," Ray explains as he holds up a small silver remote control.
I find this confusing. Could technology have advanced this far so quickly? It almost sounds like something out of a science fiction movie.
"That's it, my dear in a nutshell," says the Marquis. "We no longer will have to closely monitor your actions. The rings will do that for us. If for example you stimulate yourself and a change is noted in your vital signs, a shock will be sent through your system that is quite painful. It's all programmed into the rings, that and many more programming routines."
This has to be the most diabolical plan yet to take control of me. If all that he says is true, he can mold be into anything he desires.
"I'm going to leave you with Ray for awhile so that he can install the rings. I will be back shortly to discuss further modifications," says the Marquis as he heads for the door.
Ray is still staring at my tits. Once the Marquis leaves, he places his hands on my tits and begins to squeeze them
"I've never seen breasts this large. They are so big," he says as he continues to squeeze and knead my breasts. His fingers travel down to my nipples, and he proceeds to squeeze them between his thumb and forefinger.
"Your nipples are huge, but just the right size for your new rings. The rings will be placed at the back of your nipple so as not to interfere with your milk ducts. You'll feel a slight burning sensation as they contract slightly and imbed themselves in your nipples. You won't even see them after that. It will be as if they're not even there," he explains as he continues to squeeze my nipples. He seems to be mesmerized by my tits.
"My God, Miss Gwen, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he says as he ogles me mesmerized by my large breasts.
Forcing himself to focus, he then takes the rings and places one on each nipple pushing them all the way to the back of the nipple. He spends a great deal of time making sure they are placed correctly. He then pushes a button on the remote, and I feel a slight burning sensation around the ring. When I look down, they're not even visible. Oh my God, this is unbelievable.
"Now, we'll do the same thing to your clitoris, Miss Gwen," he says as he drops to his knees and takes my clit in his hand.
My clit is already hard and throbbing. It really doesn't need much stimulation at this point, but he continues to rub it anyway, and then he boldly sticks out his tongue and licks it. A shiver travels up my spine, and I push my clit into his face. He backs off.
"The Marquis said you were a hot slut," he states as he places the remaining smaller ring over my clit. He then pushes a button on the remote, and again I feel a slight burning sensation around the ring. I can't look down but I'm sure it has disappeared just like the others.
He stands up and places his hands on the sides of my massive boobs. He pushes them in forming a deep cleavage. As he continues to do this, he says, "I now need to demonstrate for you how the rings work. They are already monitoring your vital signs so let's concentrate on the electrical impulses they emit. Would you like to see first how they can bring you to a climax or how they can shock you?" he asks.
"Oh, I don't like shocks at all, but I would love to come to a climax," I say flirtingly to him. I love toying with this computer nerd.
"OK, a climax it is, Miss Gwen. Now remember, this climax is manually induced. It can also be programmed into the rings to occur automatically," he explains.
He pushes a button on the remote, and I feel a slight tingle in my nipples and my clit. This sensation builds and emanates out encompassing first my pussy and then my breasts. It feels wonderful as my breasts tingle and my nipples grow even harder and more sensitive. My pussy lips are throbbing as I get wetter and wetter. I am shaken with an extremely intense orgasm. It seems to blossom out from my belly and groin. I have a hard time standing, and finally fall to my knees overwhelmed by the sensations. It stops as quickly as it began.
I tremble as I sit back on my knees feeling flushed and drained of all energy. After a few minutes I get up feeling a warm glow all over.
Ray walks up to me and massages my breasts working his way down to my nipples. He applies pressure as he says, "Was that good for you?"
"Oh God, yes, Ray," I say still trembling.
"I'm glad you enjoyed that, Miss Gwen. Unfortunately, the electrical shock treatment isn't as pleasant. But don't worry; I'll give you only a moderate shock just to show you what the rings are capable of doing," he says as he reluctantly removes his hands from my breasts.
I find it hard to believe that three little rings can produce any kind of electrical shock. It just doesn't make any sense.
He pushes another button on the remote. Suddenly, I'm doubled over in pain as a sharp electrical shock courses through my body. My head feels like its going to explode, the pain is so intense. I fall to my knees unable to stand. My cunt and belly feel like they are on fire. I scream in pain. I'm doubled up on my side. Then suddenly the pain stops.
I'm in shock. I'm breathing heavy trying to get air into my lungs. My breasts heave up and down. I lay on my back trying to gain my composure.
Ray walks over to me with a concerned look on his face.
"I'm sorry I had to do that to you, Miss Gwen, but it was the Marquis's orders. That was just the moderate level. If you want, I can show you a higher setting," he says with a smirk on his face.
"Oh God, no Ray. I think I get the picture. No more demonstrations are necessary," I say looking up at him with pleading eyes. He has a strange sense of humor. I can see he enjoys debasing and humiliating me as much as the Marquis does.
"I sure do like your tits. They are so large. I've never seen tits that big before. I always wondered how it would feel to have my dick nestled between a big pair of hooters like yours, Miss Gwen," he says as he fumbles with the remote.
He then has his pants down and off in a flash.
He straddles my chest and puts his cock between my breasts. He then squeezes them together.
"Stop it, Ray. You have no right..." I stop in mid-sentence as he holds up the remote threateningly. I reluctantly stick out my chest to give him better access.
His cock is average size maybe six or six and a half inches. It's lost in my huge fucking tits. As he squeezes my tits together gripping them by the nipples, milk squirts out coating my breasts and making a slippery path for his dick. He moans as he thrusts his dick between my globes.
"Wow, this is unbelievable. These puppies are so large and soft and look at that milk. He leans down and catches my right nipple in his mouth and sucks for all he's worth drawing milk out of my breast and down his throat. He then continues to thrust his dick in my valley.
In spite of myself, I'm getting aroused. My clit is hard and throbbing. I'm starting to get wet.
Suddenly his cock jerks and sprays cum all over my tits. I grab his dick and begin to stroke it directing his shots of cum into my mouth. God, he didn't last long. I then sit up and lick the head of his cock and take his meager six and a half inches into my mouth in one gulp. I rotate my tongue around his shaft exciting him with my studs as his dick shrinks almost down to nothing.
At that moment the Marquis walks into the room.
"Well, Ray, it looks like you're finished. Excellent. Are you having fun with our little slut?" Asks the Marquis.
Ray quickly rises and puts on his pants. I stand and assume the position, my tits still covered with Ray's cum.
"You're a mess. Your tits are all covered with cum," he says in disgust.
"I'll take care of it, sir," says Ray.
Ray immediately begins cleaning my breasts with his tongue, licking every inch of my mammoth tits. My clit throbs and the heat builds in my loins. The Marquis goes to his cabinet and comes back with a paddle. This leather paddle is about 15 inches long and 2 inches wide. It appears to be very flexible.
The Marquis stands behind me, rears back, and smacks me on my left cheek. This unexpected blow pushes me forward further burying Ray's face in my tits. He continues to lick and suck my tits.
The Marquis continues to rein blows upon my defenseless ass. My cheeks begin to turn red and heat up more and more with the sting of each blow. At the same time my pussy heats up in a different way and begins to get wet. The fucking pain is turning me on.
"Mr. de Sade, now might be a good time to try out one of our program routines," says Ray with a gleam in his eye.
Mr. de Sade! He addressed the Marquis as Mr. de Sade. Could the Marquis be related to that libertine that lived so many years ago, the Marquis de Sade!
"Ah, Gwen, you look perplexed. I think I know what you might be thinking, and the answer is yes. The Marquis de Sade was my great, great, great grandfather, but we'll discuss that at length later. For now let's continue with the fun and games. Ray, that's an excellent idea. Let's run the routine," says the Marquis.
Ray goes over to his laptop and types in some commands on the keyboard.
"We're all set. It should kick in momentarily," he says to the Marquis.
Ray comes over and continues to work on my tits. He sucks my nipples drinking the sweet nectar that flows from them. The Marquis continues to rein blows down upon my already reddened ass. I am experiencing pleasure and pain at the same time.
Now suddenly there is a pulsating in my breasts. It's as if two vibrators are massaging my tits. The feeling is exquisite. And now I feel a similar feeling in my clit. It's almost as if a clit vibrator is being applied to my sensitive nub. I'm in heaven. The Marquis continues to land blows upon my ass driving me forward into Ray's face. I move my fucking huge tits back and forth in Ray's face encouraging him to devour them. He needs no encouragement. His mouth and tongue are everywhere sucking and biting my massive mounds.
I can't take any more. I explode into an all-consuming climax. My back arches and my legs quiver as wave upon wave of pleasure course through my body. Ray begins to smack my breasts laying stinging blows upon them with his bare hands. My tits dance on my chest as he beats them, and the pulsating continues to encompass my tits at the same time sending waves of pleasure through my mammaries.
The Marquis has deserted my ass and is now kneeling in front of me with his riding crop. He is laying stinging blows upon my clit, but the wonderful pulsating in my clit continues. I don't know whether to laugh or scream. The mixture of pleasure and pain drives me over the edge and I climax again. My body is shaking uncontrollably as pleasure courses through my entire being. I collapse against Ray, and he lowers me to my knees. He goes to his laptop and types in some commands. The waves of pleasure cease.
I'm breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. I'm drained. I've never experienced anything like this before.
"Well, it looks as if the rings are functioning properly," says the Marquis. "Stand up, slut, and assume the proper position."
I rise, spread my legs, and lock my hands behind my head. I'm still shaking from the experiences of the past hour.
"One thing I've noticed, Gwen, is that you are carrying around a great deal of additional weight now that your breasts are producing milk. This puts a strain on the muscle tissue in your breasts which will eventually result in your breasts sagging. One thing I don't want, and I'm sure you don't either, are sagging breasts. There is nothing that turns me off more than a pair of drooping tits. Ray and his team have developed a special bra to remedy this situation," says the Marquis.
"This is only a prototype. We need to fit this to Miss Gwen and make final adjustments. Then this prototype can be used to produce the actual bras she will be wearing," Ray says to the Marquis.
They act as if I'm not even here. They discuss me like I'm a piece of meat.
Ray fits the bra to me. He seems to enjoy this, taking time to squeeze my nipples at every opportunity. Each cup consists of three panels with the clasp located in front. The bra straps are very thin, no more than a quarter inch wide.
"It appears to be a good fit," says Ray as he squeezes my tits.
"Excellent," says the Marquis. "Explain to the little slut why this bra is so special."
"Well, first of all, the panels adjust the amount of support based on the weight of your breasts. Right now you are receiving ideal support based on the weight of each breast. As the weight of your breasts increase due to lactation, the panels will adjust support accordingly, providing perfectly balanced support. The panels also have built in vibrators that can massage your breasts," Ray says as he presses a button on the small silver remote. The panels come to life kneading and massaging my tits. It's almost like having another pair of hands. He presses the button again and it stops.
"In addition, the panels can also deliver an electrical charge to your breasts, "Ray says as he looks at the Marquis.
The Marquis nods his head, and Ray presses another button on the remote.
My tits explode in excruciating pain as electricity courses through my mounds. I fall to my knees grasping my tits trying to rip the damn contraption off. Oh my God, how that hurts. It immediately ceases when Ray presses the button again.
He continues as if nothing has happens. I've just been shot full of electricity!
"You probably noticed that the electrical charge you received from your bra is quite different than the one your nipple rings deliver. This charge is more concentrated in your breasts where the nipple charge is designed to encompass your whole nervous system," explains Ray.
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