Hardcore

Keywords: The, 39, Ch., New, Slave,

What he couldn't see under the loincloth interested him greatly. He found himself aroused with her just being there.
The Marquis picks up the remote. I know what's coming, and I brace myself for the shocks that will soon course through my body. He walks in front of me maintaining his composure, showing a great deal of self-control. Suddenly, my nipples begin to tingle and grow harder as my tits are filled with such a wonderful feeling. Next my clit is tingling and vibrating as the embedded ring comes to life. I get aroused quickly, but I don't want to. My mind is in turmoil but my body is on fire.

"OK Gwen, you win. I'll send him away. He won't make the movie with you."

I breathe a sigh of relief. I may have to make this movie but at least he'll be out of my life.

"But understand that if you insist that John leaves, you're signing his death warrant. For as sure as the sun rises in the morning, those loan sharks will not let him off the hook. His debt must be paid one way or another. With no way to pay back the money he owes, he'll pay with his life. And you'll have to live knowing that because of you he died."

Goddammit, how can he put this on me? How can he leave John's fate in my hands?

"Make certain that's what you want. If you can live with that fine, but if by chance, you change your mind within the next 5 minutes, you are to do as I asked you to do. Do you understand, Gwen? " he asks.

I begin to shake uncontrollably. I am filled with such anxiety. How can I condemn him to death? How can I live with that on my conscience? Yes, he betrayed me, and I hate him for that, but I can't live knowing that I sent him to his death. The Marquis manipulated me. He knows I won't let the bastard die. He knows I'll get down on my knees and suck the son-of-a-bitch's cock.

The minutes pass as my mind is in turmoil. The battle in my mind rages on. I don't care about him. Let him die. I owe him nothing. I was a good wife. He betrayed me.

"One minute remains before John leaves, Gwen," says the Marquis.

John looks scared as the seconds tick away. What choice do I have? As the tingling in my nipples and clit increase, my pussy begins to drip. The fire in my loins rage on out of control. I slowly walk towards John and drop down on my knees in front of him. The thought of what I have to do revolts me. I moan in lust as much as in disgust at the act I must perform.

"A wise choice, Gwen. The cameramen are here to film this for our movie. Do as I direct you to do. I want this done right!" he again takes charge.

A tear flows down my cheek as the Marquis directs me to undo John's belt and remove his slacks. I slowly do as the Marquis bids. He's now naked from the waist down and his cock is hard. I'm on my knees in front of him staring at his cock. I find it repulsive!

"OK, Gwen, take John's cock in your hands and stroke it as you look up at him," directs the Marquis.

I slowly reach for his cock with a trembling hand and reluctantly stroke it as I force myself to look up at him. His cock grows harder in my hand as I continue to stroke it.

"That's good! Now, still looking at him, run your tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip," directs the Marquis.

I'm paralyzed. How can I do this?

"Gwen!"

Oh how I loathe this. I do as directed running my tongue up the length of his fucking cock. I repeat this several times. The pleasure John feels is written all over his face. He's enjoying this too much, and I'm doing all of the work.

"Good. Now run your tongue all over the head of his cock, and start to moan as you do this."

I lick the bulbous head of his cock, tempted to bite it off, but I don't. I moan to please the Marquis. Precum leaks from the head of John's cock which I'm forced to taste.

The wonderful tingling sensations still course through my body getting me hotter and hotter. I'm a slut on fire. As I lick the head of his cock, the task is becoming less distasteful.

"Great! Now take his cock and run it around your nipples. Remember to look up at him seductively!"

The cameramen move in as I take his cock and run it all over my nipples. God that feels so good. I look up at John as I lick my lips. I smear his precum all over my nipples. This is turning me on so much, but I don't want to be turned on by this bastard. I imagine what it would be like to have his cock rammed up my pussy, driving me to orgasm after orgasm.

I lick his cock some more taking the initiative and then running it up and down between my cleavage. Milk begins to seep from my nipples, and I smear it all over John's cock. I then take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck. John moans. His cock is now at the back of my throat, and I push letting it enter my throat. I can feel the head of his cock massaging the walls of my throat, coating my throat with his precum. John is breathing heavier and moaning as I take the last inch of his cock into my throat. My lips brush up against his pubic hair. God his cock feels so good in my throat.

"Very nice, Gwen. Now move your head back and forth allowing John's cock to explore your throat and move those tits seductively."

I do as the Marquis directs, and then slowly back off withdrawing his cock from my throat until just the head is in my mouth. Then I again begin the slow descent, taking him all the way back into my throat.

I'm so hot now and close to my own orgasm. I try to block out John and just concentrate on his cock as a separate entity. My mouth is now moving up and down his long shaft, taking him deep each time. My pace increases as I become highly aroused and so close to a climax. And then John's cock explodes in my throat dumping load upon load of cum in my belly. I swallow trying to keep up with the flow of his sperm.

As my tummy is filled, I reach my own peak and "aaaagggggggggggg" excruciating pain shoots through my highly sensitive clit and nipples causing me to convulse as John's cock is still buried in my throat. Electricity flows through my body as the convulsions continue. My mouth impaled on his cock, I shake uncontrollably.

"Holy shit, I can feel tingling throughout my cock," John exclaims.

John withdraws his cock as I roll over on my back still shaking and breathing heavily trying to catch my breath and recover from the pain racking my body. Tears well up in my eyes as my frustration builds. I tremble uncontrollably.

"Gwen, you know you're not allowed to cum. I thought you could better control yourself especially considering who you are giving a blow job. How could you get off sucking on the cock of a man who you hate and despise so much? Are you that much of a slut?"

I lay here listening to him belittle and degrade me in front of John. John looks down at me with a smile on his face. I'm so ashamed of myself.

"Clean up your mess, Gwen," John orders.

I'm paralyzed and can't believe what I'm hearing. Did I hear right? Was he ordering me to clean his cock? What right does he have to do that? He should be grateful that I didn't have him sent off, left to the mercy of those loan sharks.

"Do as you're told, Gwen!" orders the Marquis.

"But..."

"There are no buts! Do as you are told. Crawl over to John and clean his cock!"

I get on my hands and knees and crawl over to John. I hate him so much. I take his cock and lick it clean as he looks down on me with a smirk on his face. He then helps me up and whispers in my ear, "I am so much looking forward to working with you on this movie. If today was any indication of what's to come, we're going to have a hell of a time."

I was tricked. The Marquis knew I wouldn't send John to his death. He counted on it. He used and manipulated me, and I was too stupid to see it until it was too late.

John fondles my breasts as tears once again well up in my eyes. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

"Well, today has been very productive. This will be a nice addition to the 'Misadventures of Gwen.' Don't you think so, John?"

"Oh yes, sir, it certainly will," smiles John.

"Rest up. Tomorrow is another day. I'll call an attendant to show you to your quarters."

After John leaves, the Marquis directs his attention to me.

"You need to be milked, Gwen. Claire will be here shortly. Anything to say?"

"I was tricked!" I stammer.

"I gave you a choice. You made your own decision."

"You knew I wouldn't send him to his death!"

"The decision was yours to make. You'll have to live with it! No one twisted your arm. No one told you to crawl over to him like a slut and suck his cock. You did that on your own."

I fell silent. He was right. I should have seen through his manipulations. It was my own fault. Damn him!

"Put your hands behind your back! That's right. I want those bloated tits sticking out!"

He then rears back and smacks my left tit on the side knocking it into my right tit. He repeated this, rearing back and smacking my right tit setting it in motion. As he talks to me, he alternates his blows to first the left tit and then the right. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"I don't like your attitude lately, Gwen. I've been lenient with you, but your boldness is getting out of control. You need some discipline."

The blows continue. SMACK! SMACK!

"I especially don't appreciate being defied by you in front of my guests. This is never to happen again or you will suffer the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir. Forgive me," I stammer as the blows to my tits continue.

My breasts are turning red and the incessant blows to my tits produce a heat that emanates from them. I find that the pain is becoming duller as my nipples have grown rock hard and my clit is throbbing. I'm getting wet! Milk is escaping my nipples as the blows continue.

I'm getting lightheaded, but he won't stop. I thrust my tits out welcoming the blows that rein down upon my breasts. 'Harder! Harder! Hit me harder!' I want to scream but dare not. I'm getting wetter. My cunt is dripping. There's an itch in my cunt that won't go away.

Keywords: The, 39, Ch., New, Slave,

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