The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 1

In the middle of my soap the phone rings and I absentmindedly answer it.

“Mrs. Donohue, please,” a man with a gruff voice says.

This is Mrs. Donohue,” I respond.

“Is your husband home?” he asks.

“No, he isn't,” I answer hesitantly.

“And he won't be, Mrs. Donohue, unless you do exactly as I tell you,” he says.

I panic.

"What do you mean? “ I ask as my heart beats at a maddening pace.

"Listen, Mrs. Donohue, I don't have time for small talk. If you care about your husband just do as I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think so," I whimper. Oh, my God, what's happening?

"Here's what I want you to do. Put on a sexy black bra and a pair of sexy black panties. Over that wear a tight and short, very short, mini skirt with a revealing low cut blouse. Did you get that?"

This guy is out of his mind. Where does he get off?

"Listen, mister, there is absolutely no way I'm dressing like that for you or anyone else," I answer indignantly

"Lady, you're not listening to me. If you don't follow my instructions to the minute detail, you will never see your husband again. You might see him dead, but certainly not alive."

"How do I know you're telling the truth? Anyone can call and say they have my husband. It doesn't mean anything."

"Would you like to speak to your husband and hear it from him?"

"Yes, I would," I say hoping to call this prankster's bluff.

There is a shuffling in the background and then my husband is on the phone.

"Gwen, honey, this is Bill."

"Oh my God, Bill, are you alright?"

"For the moment, sweetheart, but I don't want you to listen to him. He …." Bill was cut off.

Oh my God!! This can't be happening. Why would any one do this to us? What kind of person is this? What should I do? It must be true. I can't let them hurt Bill.

"All right, Mrs. Donohue. Do you believe me now?"

"Yes," I say trembling. I am shaking all over. Things like this only happen in soap operas.

"Oh, and wear high heeled shoes – black with three of four inch heels. I'll pick you up in 45 minutes. I'll be in a black limo. Don't tell anyone about this if you value your husband's life, not to mention your own. Got it?"

"Yesss. I'll be ready. Oh wait! I don't have a black blouse. What should I do?"

"You're ticking me off, Mrs. Donohue. I don't have a whole lot of patience. Improvise! Wear red. OK?"

"Yes, I do have a red blouse," I reply.

I hang up the phone. There is no time to waste. I have only 45 minutes and this guy sounds like he means business. I should be scared out of my mind and I am, but I also feel a sense of excitement.

My name is Gwendolyn Donohue. My friends call me Gwen. My husband is a young executive working for a large corporation. I led a relatively peaceful and orderly life up until now. I am a housewife and proud of it. I am old-fashion and have no desire to have a profession like so many liberated women do today. I am perfectly content to provide a good home for my husband and be here for him.

I am 24 years old, 5” 10” tall, and am said to have legs that never stop. My most outstanding feature is my pair of 38 DD breasts that would melt as iceberg. I've always been self-conscious about them and never wear anything that will draw attention to them. My long blonde hair reaches down to my waist. I love long hair.

As I gaze at myself in the mirror, there is wetness in my crotch. My nipples are hard. I don't understand why I'm reacting this way. For a moment I consider calling the police but decide not to. This guy sounds like he might really hurt Bill. I couldn't have that. I love him so much. I would do anything to protect him.

I quickly shower and dress and wait for the mysterious caller to arrive.

At the appointed time a limousine pulls up in front of my house. I can't see in because the windows are tinted. A chauffeur escorts me to the limo where a large man who must weight well over 250 pounds waits for me.

I tremble as I get in.

"Nice to see you could make it, Mrs. Donohue,” the man says gruffly. "Nice blouse," he says as he gently squeezes my left tit. "We're going to have a lot of fun together."

"Hey, watch it! Don't you dare touch me! Where's my husband?"

"Don't ask questions, Mrs. Donohue. You're not getting any answers," he replies as he laughs in my face.

I am blindfolded before the limo pulls out and starts on an hour trip to who knows where.

"Well, Mrs. Donohue, we're going to have to amuse ourselves for an hour before we get to the Marquis's house. That's what I like about this job. I get babes like you all to myself for an hour. The Marquis says I can do anything I want to you as long as I don't leave any marks. This is going to be fun. I mean fun!"

I begin to tremble as tears well up in my eyes. What did I get myself into? I could have called the police. Why did I get in a car with a strange man? Why didn't I call the police?

It was too late now. He was going to have his way with me.

First he takes out two leather wrist cuffs and attaches them to my wrists. Then he attaches them to two fasteners in the roof of the car. My arms are spread up and out leaving my large breasts totally exposed and vulnerable. Who knows what he will do to me. My nipples are getting hard as I anticipate what he might do next.

"Are you comfortable, Mrs. Donohue?" he whispers in my ear.

All I can do is make unintelligible sounds.

"Here, let me make you more comfortable."

He slowly unbuttons my blouse exposing the sexy black bra that I wore just for him. I can tell he is excited by what he sees. My large breasts are literally busting out of my bra. He is definitely a breast man.

"Your tits are huge, Mrs. Donohue. I like large tits. The bigger the better," he says as he slowly undoes the clasp on the front of my bra. He then takes out a knife and slowly cuts the straps of my bra.

"We won't need this anymore, will we," he says as he throws the now ruined bra on the floor.

I tremble. I feel more vulnerable than ever. Not only is my chest fully exposed to this madman, but I am at a disadvantage being blindfolded and handcuffed. I can't tell what he is going to do next. My nipples are hard and erect and stick out an inch, waiting in anticipation. Bill is the only one who has ever seen or touched my breasts. I saved myself for him on our wedding night. This is not right. This is private. My breasts are meant for his eyes only. I cry.

He takes the point of his knife and touches it to my erect nipple. I'm startled and I jump. The steel blade sends a cold chill through my system. He laughs and pricks my other nipple with his knife.

"Do you like pain?" he asks as a he continues to whisper in my ear. I cry harder. I know I am in big trouble. He continues to taunt my nipples with his knife. He is careful not to draw blood. He slowly circles my areolas with the blade – first the left one and then the right.

"I have a little surprise for your nipples, my dear, after I get done playing with them."

He roughly grabs my huge breasts and squeezes them hard. I cry out in pain. He then begins to bite my nipples clamping his teeth down as hard as he can without breaking the skin, chewing on my hard nubs.

I scream and squirm but to no avail. I am being violated. The sanctimony of my marriage is being violated.

"My dear, this screaming will not do."

He takes out a ball gag and forces my mouth open and inserts it. I can only let out muffled sounds now.

"That's much better, don't you think, Mrs. Donohue? Here, I have another surprise for you. Let me take your blindfold off so you can see."

He removes my blindfold and I see him take two large clamps from his bag of tricks.

"Do you know what these are for, honey?"

I mumble through my gag. I know what they are for, and I panic.

I look on in horror as he squeezes my right nipple rolling it between his fingers and making it stand out even more. Then he opens the teeth of the clamp, positions it on my nipple, and lets it close.

My head is shaking violently back and forth. My eyeballs roll in their sockets. The pain is excruciating. I can't bear it. He then takes my left nipple and repeats the process.

I am a sight. Here I am handcuffed to the roof of this limo with my head thrashing back and forth. My magnificent breasts are bouncing back and forth slapping into each other with those large clamps firmly clasped on each nipple. It is an arousing scene for the reader but oh so painful for me.

"We're just getting started, Mrs. Donohue," says the man as he lowers my skirt to the floor. He then rips my panties off tearing them to shreds.

"No more Mr. Nice Guy. It's time to get down to business," he says.

"Mr. Nice Guy?" I say to myself as this is happening. If this is nice I wonder what he is like when he isn't nice. Of course, I know I'll soon find out.

The pain in my breasts is intense. I am very much aware of my nipples. I fear for my nipples. I would hate to lose them under the clamp. This thought brings wetness to my crotch. I hope he doesn't notice that I am dripping wet down there.

The man gets on his knees and does notices that I am wet.

“You like this, don't you, Mrs. Donohue? I don't believe how wet you are down here. Does pain turn you on? Are you a pain slut?” he taunts me as he licks my clit.

H e wasn't kidding when he said he was going to get down to business. I am feeling intense pain and pleasure at the same time. I don't know how to react. My breasts hurt beyond words but he is bringing great pleasure to my pussy as he sucks on my clitoris. The thought that keeps me going is that I am doing this for my husband. My husband is safe.

In spite of the great pain in my chest, the man brings me to a climax. A climax like I have never had before. My hips are thrashing and pushing into his face as my climax continues. My breasts are bouncing back and forth, slapping each other with loud smacking noises.

"You like this don't you, Mrs. Donohue? It didn't take much to get you to cum, did it? I think you enjoy pain," he says as he squeezes both clamps at the same time.

This causes me to literally jump off of the seat of the car. I thrash my head violently to the left and right unable to release the scream in my throat because of the gag in my mouth. My breasts smack together crushing each other from the abuse they are receiving.

"I have another surprise for you," he said as he reaches into his bag of tricks. He pulls out a black dildo that is only four inches long but two inches in diameter.

"This will fit nicely up your ass."

I try to scream but am unable to. My eyes bugle out of their dockets. I have never felt so helpless or vulnerable in my whole life. Does he really plan to put that thing up my ass? Will he honestly violate my anus?

He raises my cheeks and probes my anus with his finger that he dipped in K-jelly. After forcing one finger in up to the knuckle, he cruelly works a second finger into my anus. The pain is intense, but I have no choice but to bear it. After working my anus for a few minutes, he removes his fingers and begins to work the black dildo up my ass. He twists it violently. One inch disappears, then two inches, then three inches... The dildo disappears completely... up my ass.

"Sit back. Relax, Mrs. Donohue," the man says cruelly.

The pain in my ass is very real. I have a hard time focusing. My breasts hurt, my anus has been stretched to the limit, and my arms feel like they're going to fall off. What next.

I am soon to find out as the man again dips into his bag of tricks. This time he brings out a tube of Bengay and a plastic glove.

"This will get you really hot," he says as he puts on the rubber glove and squeezes Bengay on his fingers. He then proceeds to rub my clitoris, smearing it with the ointment. He again squeezes more Bengay on to his fingers and shoves them up my cunt working them in and out.

"Can you feel the heat, Mrs. Donohue? You soon will. You'll regret ever hearing from me before this is over. You'll wish you were never born."

He continues to apply Bengay to my pussy lips.

I can feel the heat beginning to rise and increase in my cunt. It turns into a burning. The burning becomes more intense. I thrash back and forth. My hips are gyrating obscenely. I need relief from this burning. I moan into the gag but can't release the scream that is building in my throat. Oh God, what did I do to reserve this? The heat is slowly becoming unbearable. I grind my hips which drives the dildo up my ass in further.

The man then directs his attention back to my tits.

"I've been ignoring these, haven't I, Mrs. Donohue? Shame on me. I'll have to do something about that."

The man then takes hold of both clamps and slowly pulls them off of my nipples opening the teeth only half way. I violently turn to the right. This only increases the pain.

The clamps are off. The blood rushes back into my nipples along with the excruciating pain. My nipples are red. The man licks my nipples which hurts my sensitive buds. My cunt is now on fire, and I can't keep still. I need relief. I need something. My hips are gyrating at a frantic pace; I maintain a frenzied pace trying to relieve the burning and itching in my pussy.

"The Marquis said I couldn't cut you or bruise you, but he didn't say I couldn't put holes in you," he says laughing sadistically.

I feel nothing but total hopelessness. There is nothing I can do to help myself. I am at his mercy and he shows no mercy.

He grabs my left tit and harshly squeezes the nipple. My nipples have recently been receiving a lot of attention, unfortunate for me. He then gets an ice cube from the refrigerator in the limo. It's amazing the modern conveniences the vehicles of today have in them. He rubs the ice cube on my left nipple continuously circling it for around three minutes. It becomes cold and numb. I don't know what's worse, the burning in my cunt or the coldness on my nipple.

He then reaches in his bag and pull out a strange looking pair of pliers that have a hole in it. What is he going to do with that? Oh my God, I think I'm in trouble. He next takes out a three inch needle that looks extremely sharp along with some alcohol. I'm confused. I have no idea what he's doing. He keeps smiling at me. I don't think this is funny. My cunt is on fire and my left nipple is suffering from frostbite. My asshole is stretched to the maximum.

Next he takes out two hoop earrings. I don't like hoops and never wear them. If he thinks I'm going to wear those things, he has another thing coming.

Now he's grabbing my left nipple with the pliers. He's careful to center it carefully toward the back of my nipple. Why? Now's he's dipping the needle in the alcohol and moving it… Oh no, he's going to pierce my nipple.

“Oh my God, no! Please don't do this!” I scream in my mind unable to say or do anything to help myself.

“If I were you, Mrs. Donohue, I would stay very very still. You wouldn't want me to miss the mark and ruin a perfectly good nipple, would you?”

I try is settle down and whimper pathetically as the needle touches the outside of my left nipple as pressure is applied. The man pushes applying more pressure and the needle breaks through my skin and comes out the other side. I groan in pain. Oh, how that hurts. Somebody help me. Why is this happening?

“Now that wasn't too bad, Mrs. Donohue, was it?” he snickers.

All I can do is stare at the obscene site of my nipple pierced by this needle. He takes one of the two inch hoops and threads it through the hole in my nipple as he removes the needle. He clamps it shut.

I stare in horror. The rings weren't for my ears, after all. My left breast is now adorned with this two inch hoop.

“Very pretty, Mrs. Donohue. Don't you love it? Here, let me remove that gag so we can talk. But remember, no screaming or you'll be sorry.”

I breathe deeply through my mouth, relieved that the gag is taken out.

“Don't you love it, Mrs. Donohue?” he asks again.

What does he expect me to say that I love it. He disfigures my body, and he wants me to respond!

“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer, Mrs. Donohue,” he spits out as he smacks the side of my left tit. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He hits my left tit three more times.

“I love it,” I whimpered, willing to say anything to stop him from slapping my breast.

“That's better. You really need to learn to be obedient and answer when spoken to,” he whispers in my ear and then kisses my neck as his tongue slithers downward toward my right breast.

Then he says, “What would you like me to do to your right tit, Mrs. Donohue?”

Do to my right breast? Is he insane? I don't want him to do anything to my right breast, but I know that's not the right answer. I'm speechless. I can't say anything.

“You're not a very fast learner,” he says as he smacks my right tit. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He slaps my right tit three more times.

Oh God, that hurts, but I don't know what he wants me to say.

“I don't know what you want me to say,” I whimper. “Please don't hit me.”

He grabs my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and begins to squeeze. He stares me right in the eye as he does this. He then moves closer to my face as he continues to squeeze my right nipple harder. The pain is excruciating. He then licks my lips and runs his tongue around my lips and sticks his tongue in my mouth. All this time he continues to apply pressure to my nipple and begins to twist it.

Still squeezing my nipple, he stops kissing me and stares at me.

“Mrs. Donohue, I don't want to hurt you. I'm going to give you a little hint before this gets out of hand. Think about what I'm squeezing, right now. Do you know what I'm squeezing right now?” he asks as he twists my nipple.

“Yes, you're squeezing my nipple.” I stammer.

Very good, Mrs. Donohue. Now let me ask you the question once again. What would you like me to do to your right tit?” as says smiling.

Oh no, I now know what he wants me to say. He wants to pierce my right nipple! He wants to do to my right nipple what he did to my left nipple. He wants me to suffer that pain all over again. I can't say that. I can't tell him I want him to pierce my right nipple. That's insane, but what choice do I have. If I don't tell him what he wants to hear, he's just going to abuse my breast until I do. Why did I have to have such large breasts that draw this kind of negative attention? I begin to whimper all over again. I have no choice.

“Would you pierce my right nipple and put a ring in it?”

He smiles amused.

“Did I hear please, Mrs. Donohue?” he snickers.

“Please,” I whimper.

“I don't think you really mean it. Say it like you mean it. Convince me that you really want me to pierce your right tit with this needle and make it beautiful like your left one,” he spits out as he smacks my right tit again.

Then he steps back a foot and smacks the outside of my left tit. Then he smacks the outside of my right tit. He alternates blows. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT. My breasts begin to bounce wildly slapping into each other.

I can't take any more. The burning down below from the Bengay is subsided but a new feeling is rising in my loins. His smacks are hurting my tits but my pussy juice is flowing. I'm getting aroused. I can't explain it. This shouldn't be happening. Oh my God, what is happening to me? I can't take this any more.

“Please stop. Please, don't hit me any more. I want you to pierce my right nipple. Please do it now. Please make it beautiful like my left nipple. Give me a shiny gold ring just like the other one. Please I need another ring in my nipple.” It just flowed out of me. I couldn't stop.

He smiles. He just looks at me and smiles. Then he gently rubs my right breast working his way down towards my nipple. He runs his index finger around my nipple, and I groan.

“Pierce me now,” I moan.

He reaches for an ice cube, and it starts all over again - the numbness, the pressure, the piercing of my nipple, the pain, and finally the two inch hoop. I now have a matched set as I pant after the second piercing. My hips are gyrating. What is happening to me? He flicks my clit and I cum. Oh, how I cum. I'm so ashamed of myself. To be abased and humiliated like this, and I cum!

"We don't have much time left, Mrs. Donohue. Time goes quickly where you're having fun."

He connects the rings with a six inch gold chain. He experiments with the rings in my nipples. He pulls them up, then down, then left, then right, constantly putting pressure on my tits and stretching my nipples. I groan. He then loops his finger under the chain and pulls straight out. This stretches my nipples forward and out of shape. I groan louder lost in my own little world. I have a terrible thought that they might rip open. At the same time the heat in my cunt is building once more. I don't care.

"James, stop the car," the man orders. "You must feel terribly uncomfortable, Mrs. Donohue. We'll stop so that you can stretch your legs.”

I wonder if this holds some hidden meaning. I am soon to find out. I am an emotional wreck. I don't know myself any more. He releases my arms from their shackles and pulls me out of the car. I sort of hop around; my cunt is sensitive from the Bengay and the butt plug is still in place making it difficult to walk.

"Get on your knees, Mrs. Donohue. You've been having all of the fun. I haven't."

I immediately drop to my knees as ordered. I start to cry again. This can't be happening. What did I do to deserve this? I was just watching TV minding my own business.

The man drops his pants and underwear and orders me to suck on his cock. I find this revolting and can't bring myself to do it. Enough is enough. You have to draw the line somewhere. And this is where I draw the line.

"Suck it," he orders.

I can't. I won't. He can't make me commit that disgusting act. Never! My husband never made me do it. Why should this man force me to do it?

The man doesn't like this. I've made him mad. He orders the chauffeur to hold my arms behind my back forcing my huge breasts to jut out. And by the way, they are huge. He then reaches into his bag of tricks and brings out a leather covered paddle that looks like a ping pong paddle.

"You still don't understand, do you, Mrs. Donohue? You don't have a choice. You'll learn to obey. Mark my words."

I think I made a mistake. Maybe I should have forced myself to suck his disgusting dick.

The man is furious. His temper has welled up to a fever pitch. He raises the paddle and brings it down on my left breast with a loud smack. He immediately repeats the action on my right breast. I scream but this only seems to excite him.

"I want to hear you scream, Mrs. Donohue. Scream louder.”

I know now that I'm in big trouble. My stubbornness is not paying off.

He again smacks my right breast with the paddle, then the left, then the right, then the left, making sure he covers new territory each time. And there is a lot of territory to cover. I am in extreme pain and agony. I scream out to no avail for there is no one to hear my screams on this lonely desolate road. I wonder how this nightmare began, and how it will end. And I'm getting wet again. What the fuck is the matter with me. This isn't normal. Beating my tits to a pulp is turning me on!

He continues to beat my breasts for another five minutes, only he slows down taking his time. He is measuring each blow and making me wait agonizingly in anticipation of the next blow.

My breasts are now red and sore and ache all over. My cunt is on fire. At the same time I am horny and excited like I have never been before. The butt plug even feels good. I am beginning to think that I am perverted. I am enjoying being abused by this stranger.

"Down on your knees, Mrs. Donohue," the man orders.

I immediately drop to my knees.

"Suck my dick," he again orders.

I hesitate for only a second remembering the pain in my breasts. I open my mouth to receive his tool. I purse my lips around the head and suck.

"That's not good enough. After what I've done for you, I would think you'd be a little more appreciative, Mrs. Donohue."

He then grabs me by the hair and slides his dick further into my mouth.

This guy is huge! He's at least two inches in diameter and at least eighth inches long. I can't say for sure since I'm not really in any position to give an exact measurement. I gag but he shows no mercy. My jaw feels like it is going to snap.

He pushes on relentlessly and is finally at the entrance to my throat. He then backs out a few inches and eases it back in. He's content to do this for awhile. The only problem is that four inches of his dick is still exposed to the air and hasn't experienced the warmness of my mouth. I have a bad feeling about that.

He takes his dick out of my mouth and kneels down to talk to me.

“Now the big test, Mrs. Donohue. You've done fine up until now. The only problem is that my entire dick wants to be in your mouth, and what my dick wants, my dick gets. Do you understand?” he says softly as he caresses my cheek.

I nod, unable to speak.

"Take it all, Mrs. Donohue. You need to take it all," he says as he stands and slips his dick into my mouth and to the back of my throat. My mouth is full. There's no room for any more of his dick.

“Pretend that you're swallowing a watermelon. I know that you can do it. I want your mouth to be my cunt,” he says as he grabs my hair again and pushes hard.

I gag, and he backs off allowing me to breathe. He then pushes in again to the back of my mouth but doesn't stop. He again pushes hard, and this time his dick slides into my throat. He continues to press on and only one inch of his dick is outside of my mouth. I can't breath. I can't get any air. Mercifully he retreats and allows me to catch my breath, but this is short lived as he again enters my mouth. He once more slides his dick to the back of my mouth, and then into my throat. I try to relax. It is all in! My nose is in his pubic hairs.

“Ah, that's nice. You're doing well, Mrs. Donohue, very well. I'm proud of you,” he chides as he saws his cock almost all the way out of my mouth and then back down my throat.

I can't believe this is happening to me. My husband Bill tried to get me to do this once. I put him in his place and let him know in no uncertain terms that it would never happen. I would never give him a blow job. Now here I am on a deserted road with a stranger's dick all the way down my throat.

His balls slap against my chin as he begins to take those long strokes thrusting in and out of my mouth. Tears well up in my eyes and follow each other down my cheeks. He continues to fuck my mouth. My cunt is dripping. I'm fully aroused again. All of this is having a strange effect on me. I don't know myself. I reach around and grab his buttocks and encourage him to ram his dick down my throat, to use my mouth.

“Use my mouth as a cunt. Make me your receptacle. Deposit your load.” I was having such wicked thoughts - thoughts that I had never had before.

He increases his pace, pounding his dick down my throat. I now gladly receive it.

"When I come, you make sure you don't lose one drop or you'll be in big trouble, Mrs. Donohue. Do you understand?"

I try to nod but can't since he is firmly gripping my hair and pounding his eight inch dick into my mouth and down my throat.

When he cums, I frantically swallow, drinking all of his cum. Actually I do an admirable job for a beginner. His cum keeps coming and coming, making a direct deposit into my belly.

However, one drop escapes my mouth and dribbles down my chin. The man sees it and is not happy.

"What's that on your chin, Mrs. Donohue? Didn't I tell you not to lose one drop."

I cringe in fear. He grabs the chain connecting my nipples and yanks me to my feet. It takes all of my strength to move fast enough so that my nipples aren't ripped open. I can see that he is not a happy camper. My cunt is dripping, and I need to cum.

The man motions to his chauffeur who is standing by the limo.

"Get your pants off. You're going to have some fun, Patrick."

He then drags me to the back of the car and throws me face down on the trunk lid.

"Spread your legs wide, Mrs. Donohue. How is your cunt? Still hot, I presume."

He reaches down and feels my wet, dripping cunt. He rubs my clit as I move my hips lost in lust.

"Oh," I moan.

“You're quite the little, slut, Mrs. Donohue. What would your husband think?” he taunts me as he flicks my clit.

At last I'll finally get the relief I've been waiting for. Maybe losing that one drop wasn't so bad after all.

"Well, you won't get off today, Mrs. Donohue," he says as he reaches for my anus pulling the four inch black dildo out.

"Plop." It comes out. But I get only momentary relief.

"She's all yours," the man says to the chauffeur. "But only the back door."

I'm not sure what he means. I've basically led a very sheltered life and have only had straight sex with Bill. The chauffeur stands behind me and begins to shove his penis up my ass. I can't believe it. I thought I was going to get fucked. Guess again. My anal ring resists and he pushes harder. It finally relents and he rams three inches of his cock up my ass. He then grabs my hair and pulls back. This forces me to arch my back. The way has been paved. He rams the rest of his dick home shoving all nine inches up my ass. I scream out in pain. The four inch dildo was bad enough, but it didn't prepare me for this. He continues to ram me unmercifully while pulling my hair the whole time. He takes long strokes in and out.

In the meantime the man stands beside my face taunting me. "Next time do as I say. When I say don't lose a drop, don't lose a drop. He reaches under me and pinches my nipples harshly. My tits have been the object of a great deal of negative attention. My cunt is still ablaze with no relief in sight.

The chauffeur continues to ream out my ass. He pulls back even harder on my hair forcing my back to arch and my tits to stick out under me.

“Remember, Mrs. Donohue, don't cum. You're not allowed to cum. If you cum, believe me, you'll regret it.”

I am so hot and so close to cumming. I panic. I can't cum. Oh God, I can't cum. What will he do to me if I cum. I don't want to know. I'm close. Oh, I'm so close. I want to cum! No, I can't cum.

The chauffeur is now pounding me for all he's worth and it's having an effect on me.

“Remember, Mrs. Donohue, don't cum,” the man says as he reaches down, grabs my clit, and digs his nail into that precious little organ. I scream as the chauffeur loses his load and fills my rectum with his cum.

After the chauffeur cums up my ass, he turns me around and has me clean up the mess I've made. I suck his dick dry and then lick his dick and balls until they are squeaky clean, making sure there's no shit left anywhere. I continue to sink to new levels of degradation. Will this ever end? I am ashamed.

"Nice job, Mrs. Donohue, but we've wasted too much time already. Let's hit the road," the man says as he throws me in the back seat of the limo. The chauffeur starts the limo with a pleased look on his face. I wonder why?

"We're only five minutes away from our destination. Certainly not enough time to do to you what I would like to do, Mrs. Donohue."

I sigh a sigh of relief. This ordeal will soon be over. Little do I know that this is only the beginning. This is child's play compared to what's in store for me.

The man contents himself by jabbing me with a three inch long needle in various parts of my tits. He is careful not to break the skin and cause any damage. I scream and squirm to his delight. He especially likes to taunt my nipples with the pin. At times he'll hold my tit up by the nipple and jab the underside. After all, we don't want to be partial.

I'm a mess. I'm worried about my husband. If they're doing this to me, what are they doing to him? Also, I'm hot. My cunt is ablaze. I still need to cum. I shouldn't feel this way, but I do. I really need to cum! I would do just about anything to cum. I won't tell him that.

We finally arrive at our destination.

What's in store for poor Gwen? Stay tuned - more to come………