The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 5

In the morning the Marquis comes to my chambers. He is obviously upset at the previous night's activities. The black man had overstepped his boundaries and gone against the will of the Marquis. He was disposed of swiftly and replaced by a new black stud that would attend to me and others like me during dinner.

"Dear, dear. Gwen. Your cunt must be given time to heal. It has gone through a great deal during the last twenty-four hours. Therefore, it will not be violated again except by direct orders from me. Have no fear, my dear, you are in good hands. However, this does mean that your other natural openings will be receiving more attention. Don't you agree, my dear?"

Quickly I respond. "Oh yes, sir."

The Marquis strokes my breasts. "Soon your mammaries will be producing milk - a great deal of milk. You will be the first - the first of many."

He slaps my breasts and calls for the chambermaids.

"Prepare her for the day's activities. I want her in the great hall by 9:00 AM sharp.”

The Marquis looks at me and says, “Last night's activities were unfortunate, but they won't earn you a reprieve."

I am bathed and then dressed. Today I am wearing a black leather garter belt with black stockings, and black leather over the knee boots with four inch heels. He really has a thing for these over the knee boots. My wrist cuffs and collar are also put on. Anklets are no longer necessary since all my boots now have D-rings attached to them at the heel. This is becoming my standard attire. My long blonde hair is braided and hangs down to my waist.

I look in the mirror not recognizing the reflection staring back. Is that me? Is that sexy slut in the mirror really me? I look so fuckable. Those four inch heels make my long legs look even better. I look like I was made for sex. I'm almost standing on the balls of my feet like a ballerina thanks to the four inch heels I'm forced to wear.

I am led to the great hall and arrive there at 9:00 AM sharp. I mustn't keep the Marquis waiting.

"Well, my dear, your activities will be limited today."

I am led to a long table that sits only about a foot off of the ground and directed to lie down on my back. My legs are pulled over the sides of the table and my boots are attached to two of the table legs. My arms are raised over my head and stretched up and out to the sides. They are also attached to the other two table legs by the rings in my leather wrist cuffs. The table is hard and cold. I am uncomfortable. My breasts are again fully exposed and vulnerable.

"You're probably wondering about those shots you receive every morning and evening. They are what will make it possible for you to produce milk. It won't be long now."

Two dwarves enter and positioned themselves on either side of me. At the Marquis's command they begin to lick my breasts with their unusually long tongues. This drives me crazy. My breasts are sensitive and their tongues are very coarse. It arouses me and I begin to feel wetness in my pussy. Chills travel up and down my spine. I try to push up to give them easier access.

"We need to take care of your tits. They will be producing a lot of milk," says the Marquis as he stares at me with a twisted smile on his face. He gets a great deal of pleasure out of taunting me.

He grabs a handful of my hair. I knew the niceness had to end soon. These dwarves are driving me crazy with their unrelenting licking. I moan out loud. Especially sensitive are my nipples when they drag their tongues across them.

"My dwarves are taking good care of you, aren't they?"

"Oh yes, sir," I moan.

"And you want to take good care of them, don't you?"

"Whatever you command, sir."

He slaps me across the face with the back of his hand.

"I denote a tone of sarcasm in your voice."

"Forgive me, sir."

"Do you want to take good care of my dwarves?"

"Oh yes, sir. I would do anything for them," I say as the dwarves continue to lick and nibble on my breasts. I am getting very hot in spite of myself. My hips are gyrating. My cunt is dripping. They are driving me insane.

"Good.”

Another dwarf enters the room and stands next to my face. His large prick which is already aroused is staring me in the face. Now I know why the table is only a foot high.

"Now, bitch, make this dwarf happy!" shouts the Marquis.

I quickly take the dwarf's prick between my lips and begin to suck. The dwarf's cock gets harder as he begins to fuck my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his shaft.

The Marquis holds my head. "Suck harder, wench!" He holds my head still so that the dwarf can better ram his large prick in my mouth and down my throat.

"He will soon cum. He has been primed. You see, he was fucking one of the other slave girls before he was brought out for you to finish off. Make sure you swallow every drop."

This dwarf is now deep-throating me. Oh my God, his long lean prick is all the way down my throat, and I love it. I suck like there is no tomorrow.

The Marquis brings a mirror over. “Look at yourself, Gwen. Look good. A picture is worth a thousand words.”

I look in the mirror and see the lust in my eyes. I see myself sucking furiously on the dwarf's prick as he fucks my mouth like a cunt. I see the bulge in my throat as it saws in out and out of my mouth and throat. And it turns me on. I cum looking at myself in the mirror. No one touches my cunt and I cum. My cunt takes on a life of its own.

At that moment the large prick in my mouth begins to spasm and shoots load after load of cum down my throat. I almost gag on it, but am able to recover and continue to swallow. When the dwarf is finished, he pulls out of my mouth. I feel full. Another dwarf enters the room, and I again begin sucking in earnest. He has also been primed and cums in my mouth in a relatively short amount of time. I swallow quickly making sure not to lose a drop.

The two other dwarves continue to lick my breasts driving me wild. They are relentless. There tongues seem to be everywhere at once. They lick the underside of my huge tits, and snake their tongues over the sides of my tits before returning to licking and nibbling on my nipples. My nipples are so tender. They take turns licking up and down my cleavage sending spasms of pleasure up and down my spine. The dwarves are being fulfilled and the fire in my cunt builds once again. My clit is hard and throbbing and in need of attention.

By the time I have deep-throated three of the dwarves, I begin to fantasize about one of them fucking my cunt. I am sooooooo hot. I can't stand it. The Marquis seems to read my mind.

"You're a horny little bitch, aren't you? Too bad we can't use your cunt for awhile. Would you like one of the dwarves to fuck you in the ass?"

"Oh yes, sir. That would be wonderful. I am so hot," and I really mean it. I'm getting more excited thinking of the prospect of one of those long dicks pistoning my anal passage. I want to be fucked up the ass. I don't believe I said that! I need relief - any kind of relief.

"Is that what you really want?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Then beg for it, bitch. Convince me."

I was again being humiliated. He was forcing me to beg to be fucked up the ass. He wanted to strip away any last remnants of self-respect, any feeling of decency. And it was working because more than anything else, at that moment in time, I wanted to be sodomized by one of the little dwarves.

"Oh, sir, please let one of the seven dwarves fuck my ass. I am so hot. I need it. I'll go crazy if I don't."

"You really do want it, don't you? You are depraved, but I'll grant you your wish."

I am released from the low table and ordered to stand with my legs spread wide. Then my hands are shackled behind my back with a small chain connecting the D-rings on my wrist cuffs. A long chain is lowered from the ceiling and connected to the chain connecting my wrists. The chain is then raised forcing my arms up and bending me at the waist. This position is very uncomfortable and puts a tremendous strain on my arms.

By this time my cunt although extremely sore is dripping. My clit is hard and throbbing and driving me to distraction.

The last two dwarves enter the room. They do not look at all happy. These are the two that never got to use me last night. The chambermaids bring in two small stools and places one in front and one behind me. The two dwarves go to each side of me and begin to chew and suck on my tits. Then they take great delight in smacking my huge tits and watching them bounce back and forth on my chest.

I am quite a sight. Here I am suspended by my hands and bending at the waist with my huge 38 DD tits being smacked by two little men. I am wearing nothing but black leather over the knee boots, stockings, and of course my leather restraints. My cunt is dripping wet. My anus is ready and willing to be fucked.

"I think it's time to begin,” says the Marquis.

"Oh, yes,” I hiss.

The Marquis is amused and feeds on my subservience. I already know he has a mean streak in him. My cunt is a raw piece of meat. He means to see that my ass becomes the same.

With that he takes a whip and administers several blows to my naked and exposed ass. This stings me and arouses me at the same time. The blows continue to fall on my ass. My ass gyrates, waiting for the next blow - the heat building in my loins. The two dwarves continue to suckle and feed on my breasts.

I am hot, very hot. I need relief. Someone needs to put out this fire raging within me, or I will go mad.

The Marquis laughs as the blows continue to reign down upon my naked ass.

"She is all yours, gentlemen," announces the Marquis.

The dwarves immediately abandon my breasts and hop up on the stools.

The dwarf standing in front of me is sporting a cock larger than the one that violated my throat last night. I drool as I gaze upon it, filled with lust. My neglected pussy gets wetter.

The dwarf behind me is having his cock lubricated with K-Y jelly by one of the chambermaids. He is super-agitated as he pushes his large member against by anal sphincter. I grunt as he tries to gain entrance to my ass. He pushes again and my sphincter gives somewhat but doesn't allow him entrance to my ass. He growls as he once again lunges forward and shoves with all his might ripping into my poor ass. Five inches are buried up my ass entering my rectum. There are still six inches to go.

Meanwhile the dwarf in front of me places his huge dick on my tongue. He is as thick around as the other monster dick that violated my throat last night but an inch longer. I don't know if I can do this again as drool escapes from my mouth. He stretches my mouth open and wedges his cock head in to my mouth. Once again my mouth is stretched to an obscene degree. He pushes forward driving three inches of his fat cock toward the back of my mouth and at the same time driving me back and further impaling his buddy's cock up my ass.

I feel so stuffed as both fat fucking cocks ram me from each end stuffing inch after inch of meat up my ass and down my throat. I am tossed to and fro with the violent thrusts of each dwarf. Finally they both bottom out and there is no more cock for me to ingest. They both set a rhythm and take turns ramming their monster cocks up my poor ass and down my bruised throat. There stamina is amazing as they pound me for over 10 minutes. The pain in my arms is now tremendous, and even though I am highly aroused I am unable to come to a climax because of this extreme pain.

The dwarf up my ass is the first to lose his load. His giant cock throbs and then deposits a tremendous amount of come into my rectum. It seems to be endless as he spurts load after load. The dwarf down my throat grabs me by both of my ears and rams my mouth with short quick thrusts. My head shakes violently as my tits smack against my chest, and then his cum fills my belly. When both little men are fully spent, they withdraw their huge weapons from my mouth and ass and leave the room.

"Well done," chuckles the Marquis.

I am unshackled and returned to my quarters. I try to reach down and finger fuck my pussy for I am very hot. I am stopped and my hands are bound behind my back while I am fed, bathed, and prepared for bed.

I am forced to sleep on my back. My legs are spread wide apart and shackled to the bedposts. The same is done with my arms. I am immobile.

My body needs rest and time to recover from all the abuse it has received in only a few short days. I find that I am weary, but fortunately I am granted a reprieve.

For the next five days my body is allowed to heal. I am bathed, fed, receive my daily injections from the doctor, and am restrained most of the time. Other than that I am left alone with my own thoughts.

I at times yearn for my old life, but more often than not, my thoughts are preoccupied by the raging fire burning in my loins – a fire that cannot be put out, a fire that is fanned by the neglect that I now receive. My clit is constantly hard and quakes with a life of its own begging to be touched. I haven't seen the Marquis during this period of time; however, I am constantly under the watchful eyes of either Monique or Evelyn, my chambermaids.

On the fifth night of solitude (my ninth day of captivity), after I am prepared for bed, the Marquis enters my chambers. He lightly brushes his hand against my cunt.

Ripples of pleasure run up and down my spine.

"Are you hot, my dear?"

"Oh yes, sir, very hot. Please fuck me."

He slaps me across the face. "Don't be so bold and forward."

A machine is rolled up to the bed and clamps are applied to my nipples and to my clitoris. A penis shaped phallus with a wire attached is shoved up my anus.

A switch is thrown and the machine comes to life with brightly lit dials.

"Tonight might be a shocking experience, dear Gwen," says the Marquis. He adjusts some dials and I feel electricity flowing through my breasts. It's not a single jolt but a constant trickle that is not totally unpleasant. The Marquis adjusts the dial again and the intensity increases. My breasts begin to quiver. I feel pain but pleasure at the same time. I am confused. I don't know what to feel. I begin to cry.

"Are you distressed, my dear? “

He again adjusts some dials and I feel a vibration in my ass. The electricity is flowing. Another dial is adjusted and I feel the electricity flowing in my clitoris.

"How does that feel? Let's increase the juice to your tits a little."

He adjusts a dial and my breasts jiggle and shake even more - again a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Tomorrow is the big day. This is the final step - the final preparation. Tomorrow you produce milk."

The Marquis laughs as he leaves the room spitting out orders to the chambermaids. I am to be left like that all night with the low level electrical current flowing throughout my body.

I am unable to sleep. The electricity coursing through my body keeps me awake. I am very much aware of my breasts. The flow of electricity is concentrated in my nipples and they are very sensitive.

In spite of all of this abuse, I am hotter than hell. I would do anything if only I could cum.

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