The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 6

In the morning of my tenth day of captivity the equipment is removed and I am bathed, fed and prepared for the day's activities.

       

The Marquis enters my chamber.

"Today is the big day.  Today you produce your first milk.  Prepare her ladies.  The doctor and I will be waiting in the other room."

Evelyn and Monique quickly go to work.  My hands and arms are bound behind my back.  I am instructed to clasp my hands together behind my back. Then a leather sleeve is placed over my hands and slid up my arms.  The leather laces on the sleeve are then drawn tight forcing my arms together from my wrists to my elbows.  As my arms are bound together, my breasts are forced to jut out prominently in front of me.

The leather mask is again fitted to my head, and I am left in total darkness as it is laced up. Monique puts my boots on, and then I am led by a leash attached to my collar to another room where the doctor awaits me.  I walk tentatively on the four inch heels, my huge breasts swaying and bouncing lightly on my chest as I walk down the hall and enter the room.  

“Ah, there she is.  My dear, this final injection will bring on the flow of milk.  This is a momentous occasion.  It is a moment I have long waited for," says the Marquis with a wild look in his eyes. 

       

The doctor approaches me with a needle and injects the serum through my left nipple.  He then takes another syringe and does the same to my right nipple.  My nipples tingle as a warmth emanates and spreads throughout my breasts. 

I am led to a table and forced to kneel.  My ankles are tied together and my knees are forced apart by a spreader.  A thick six inch dildo is forced up my ass.  My cunt receives no attention.  I want to be fucked in the worst way.  My pussy is on fire and yearns for attention.

       

The Marquis pinches my nipples cruelly as he speaks to me.

       

"It won't be long now, Gwen.  Aren't you glad you came to your husband's rescue?  Your husband who is probably enjoying the $100,000 I paid him for you."

       

I shake my head.  Am I hearing right?  My husband was paid $100,000?  For what?  Was I sold by my husband?

       

"Yes, my dear, I can read your mind.  You were paid for.  Actually I would have paid him $200,000 for you, but he accepted my first offer."

       

I cry but my tears have no where to go.  I stare ahead in darkness with no hope.  My husband sold me.  My husband put a price on my head.  And here I am thinking I am sacrificing myself for his well-being - the bastard! 

The anguish that fills my soul is unbearable.  Why?  Why did he betray me?   Our courtship was a storybook romance.  It was love at first sight for both of us. I thought we were so happy –the ideal couple.  Oh God, how could I have been so wrong.  I am filled with such emptiness – to think that I meant so little to him.

       

I am very uncomfortable.  Something is happening to me.  I feel my breasts enlarging and getting heavier.  I try to drive the thought out of my mind.  I'm a human milkmaid for this madman.  

I am left alone in this position in the dark for the next six hours – alone in sorrow.  My mind is plagued with thoughts of my betrayal.  What a fool I was.  I didn’t have to get in that limousine.  I could have called the police, and none of this would have happened.  My husband’s little plan would have been foiled.  Why did he do this to me?  I loved him.  I cared for him.  We had plans.  We were going to have children. 

Along with this I am beset with what is happening to be physically.  My breasts are super sensitive and warmth is emanating from them sending jolts of pleasure directly to my pussy.  I am so aroused. 

My mind is in turmoil.  I am having conflicting emotions. I am tormented by my husband’s betrayal, yet at the same time, I am being driven to insanity by the fire in my cunt.  My clit is throbbing and aching and begging for attention. 

       

And then the Marquis returns.  The Marquis removes my head mask.  I squint as my eyes try to adjust to the light.  By this time my breasts weigh heavily on my chest.  Every bone in my body aches from the position I am forced to assume for so many hours.

       

As I look around, I see that there are five men in the room besides the Marquis.  They all wear black hoods, leather straps across their chests, and black boots.

       

The Marquis squeezes my left tit.  He continues to squeeze it.  All of a sudden a drop of white milky liquid oozes from my nipple.  This excites the Marquis beyond belief.  He continues to cruelly squeeze my tit and clamps his mouth on my nipple.

       

The milk begins to flow.  I can feel it flowing from my breast. It sprays out of the many ducts on my nipple.

       

"Oh God, this is delicious.  This milk is absolutely delicious.  It is beyond my wildest expectations."

       

The Marquis continues to greedily suck the milk from my left tit and then starts to work on my right tit.

       

"Untie her.  Let the games begin."

       

My arms are released.  One of the men lies on the floor.  The dildo is removed from my ass and replaced by the man's dick, the only difference being that his dick is much larger then the dildo.

       

"Fuck that dick, bitch, or you'll pay dearly," says the Marquis as he stands over me.

       

Two men walk up on either side of me with their dicks fully extended.

       

"Take those dicks in your hands and suck them for all you’re worth.  I want to see them cum down your throat, Gwen."

       

The other two men kneel in front of me.

       

"Suck those tits.  Drain every drop of milk out of them, and then chew on them until my comrades cum.  Really chew on them to give this bitch an incentive to suck for all she's worth.

       

Again I present a bizarre sight.  I am riding a bucking bronco that is relentless in pounding his Goliath prick up my ass causing my breasts to jump up and down on my chest.  I hold on to the two huge dicks to either side of me not knowing which one to suck first, stroking and sucking in succession trying not to be partial; trying not to invoke the wrath of either one of these beasts.  The other two men suck unmercifully on my breasts draining this new found milk from my tits while they bite and pinch and squeeze my poor abused breasts.  But yet my cunt is neglected, and it is there that the fire rages growing stronger and stronger.  No one will put that fire out.  And it rages on and on gathering strength and consuming me.

       

As if on cue, the men begin to cum.  The beast sodomizing me cums first spewing his jism up my ass, gallon after gallon.  Next the man on my right starts to cum in my mouth as I stroke the other’s phallus.  I make sure to swallow every drop and then turn my attention to the other man bringing him to a climax.  They are all satisfied.  Everyone is satisfied except me. The burning fire rages in my cunt.

"That's quite enough," snaps the Marquis.

       

The five men immediately get up and leave the room.  I am left sitting on my knees worn out and unsatisfied.  My breasts are sore, my ass is sore, and my cunt is raging.  I reach down and rub my clitoris.  Immediately the sound of whiplash as the whip descends on my hand leaving a red welt.

       

"Don't you dare touch yourself, bitch.  You do only as you are commanded.  Do you understand?"

       

I reach a breaking point and begin to cry uncontrollably.

       

"Answer me!"

       

"Forgive me, sir.  Forgive my disobedience."

       

"You think you deserve forgiveness.  Never.  Put your hands behind your head"

       

I instantly obey locking my fingers behind my head.  The Marquis walks up to me and stands between my knees.  I dread the menacing look in his eyes.  He's thinking.  He's devising some kind of bizarre punishment for me.

       

"Take her away.  Make sure she is fed and provided with no stimulation whatsoever in her genital area.  I mean none. I also want her groomed tonight.  It’s time to remove all bodily hair.  I’ll be in to decide what is to happen to her long golden tresses.  Go, now!"

       

The chambermaids attach a leash to my collar and lead me from the room.  I am fed in the usual degrading manner and bathed.  I am then prepared for bed.

       

The activities of the day have exhausted me.  I yearn for peace and quiet and a good night’s sleep.  I lay on my back.  My arms are stretched out and attached to the posts.   The same is done to my ankles.  A leather strap is placed across my waist and is drawn tight under the mattress.  Obviously, the Marquis wants to prevent any movement on my part especially since my pussy is still on fire.

“We will now proceed to remove any unwanted bodily hair.  The Marquis said this needs to be done tonight,” said Monique as she tightens up the leather strap.

“The process is very simple.  First we will shave all areas where hair is to eliminated including your legs, your underarms, and your genital area.  We will then apply a debilitating cream that will saturate the base of your hair follicles and stop hair growth.  This cream is made up of an amazing mixture of exotic plant enzymes,” said Evelyn as she sharpens a straight razor.

“The Marquis has not decided yet what is to be done with your head.  He may very well decide to permanent remove that hair also.  Understand that this process is irreversible,” added Monique as she carries in a basin of water and towels.

They’re not kidding.  They’re really going to do this.  I don’t mind so much my arms and legs.  I’m not too sure about my genitals.  I like hair down there.  Why am I debating this? I don’t have any say in the matter, do I?  If I protest that will mean only more punishment for me, and they’ll still do it.  I am worried about my beautiful blonde hair, though.  Oh my God, he can’t cut my hair.  I love my hair.  I’ll worry about that later.  Oh no, my pussy is still on fire.

Evelyn takes a cloth and dampens my underarms.  She then coats them with shaving cream.  Monique appears to be the expert with the straight razor, I hope.  She proceeds to shave my underarms being sure to get every hair.  Evelyn wipes my underarms with a warm compress.  Then she applies a thin layer of this special cream and rubs it in.

“That’s it.  You’ll never be bothered by underarm hair again,” states Evelyn.

They then proceed to repeat this process on my legs.  Fifteen minutes later, and I never have to worry about shaving my legs again.

“Now, the fun part, little slut.  It’s time to rid your cunt and rectum of all that nasty hair, teases Monique as she once again sharpens the straight razor.

When all the hair is removed from my genitals, Evelyn does a closer inspection.  She’s purposely teasing me constantly brushing against my clit to keep me aroused.  Whenever she finds a stray hair, she plucks it out with tweezers forcing me to wince in pain.  There are many stray hairs especially near my rectum.  She certainly has my attention as she plucks away.

Finally Evelyn pronounces, “She’s as smooth as a newborn baby.  There’s not a hair in sight.”

“Good!  Let’s get this over with.  I’ve got a hot date tonight,” says Monique.

They apply the cream to my genitals even rubbing some up in my rectum.  My clit and my labia are given a thorough coating.

“Done!  Let’s finish her up and get out of here.  I don’t actually believe they’re going to let her sleep tonight,” Evelyn says to Monique.

Monique shrugs her shoulders.

A gag is placed in my mouth.  This one is different than the ball gag I have grown accustomed to.  It is shaped like a penis and is approximately four inches long and two inches in diameter.  It feels very uncomfortable as it is shoved in my mouth.  I gag.  How am I expected to rest with a phallus in my mouth?  The strap is tightened securing the gag in my mouth. 

       

I am forced to breathe through my nose.  The lights are extinguished and the chambermaids leave the room.

       

In the dark I lay immobile contemplating my situation.  Tears flow as I remember what the Marquis said this afternoon about my husband.   Why did my husband betray me?  I love him.  Bill meant the world to me.  How it hurts to know that he purposely placed me in this situation.  And I, the fool, thought I was saving him from danger.  If he wanted a divorce, all he had to do was ask for it.

I hear footsteps approaching.  The door opens and the lights are turned on.  I can make out a shadow near the door.  My eyes are trying to adjust to the bright light.

“Does the light bother your eyes, my dear,” says the Marquis as he stands in the doorway.  “Let me turn them out.”

       

He lights a candle and turns off the lights.  He then slowly walks over to my bed with a sadistic grin on his face.  I thought I was going to be allowed to rest tonight.

       

“Are you comfortable, dear Gwen?”

       

Obviously I can’t respond thanks to the gag in my mouth.

       

“I must speak to your chambermaids.  They know better than to leave your breasts unattended.  What if your tits started to leak during the night.  Now, we wouldn’t want to lose any of that precious milk, would we?”

       

With that, he takes a pair of clamps out of his pocket.  He seems to be really enjoying himself.  Why does he take such joy in my pain and misfortune?  He squeezes my left nipple bringing it to attention.  He then places the cushioned clamp on my nipple and begins to tighten it.  The pain is excruciating.

“How does that feel, Gwen?  We want it nice and tight so you don’t leak.”  He continues to tighten the clamp.  I thrash my head back and forth.  It is all I can do.  I can’t move any other part of my body.  I can’t scream.  I have no other means of release.  The juices in my pussy start to flow.

       

He repeats the process on my right nipple causing me much discomfort.

       

“There.  That’s better.”  His right hand roams down to my cunt, and he gently squeezes my clitoris.  It feels so good.  I feel chills running up my spine.  But I also feel a great deal of pain in my tits.  I am getting hotter by the minute.  He continues to play with my pussy.  I try to shove my cunt up to meet his hand, but the leather strap around my waist keeps me immobile.

       

His mood suddenly changes.

“You’re a hot little bitch, aren’t you,” he spits out as he removes his hand from my pussy.   “Do you think for one minute I’m going to let you cum?”  He laughs.

       

I cry.  I am frustrated.  Sexually frustrated. Why won’t he let me cum?  I did everything he wanted me to do.  I became his milk cow.  I let him debase me in every way imaginable.  Why won’t he let me cum?  I sob.  The tears roll down my cheeks and on to my pillow.

       

He enjoys this.  It pets his ego.  It drives him on

       

“Poor, poor, Gwen,” he says as he tips the candle and pours hot candle wax in my navel.  I inwardly flinch from the burn of the wax.  He continues to amuse himself by dripping hot wax all over my stomach.  He soon tires of this and then puts the flame to my right nipple.  My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.  Oh my God, is he crazy.  The pain is exquisite, and the worst part is that I want him to do these perverted things to me.  I’m afraid but also excited at the same time.  If only he would let me come.

       

He moves the flame to my left nipple.  More pain, more pleasure, perverted pleasure for him and for me.  He then alternates moving the flame first to my right nipple and then to my left.  All this time wax continues to drip on my body.

       

I am in a frenzy.  I need to be fucked.  I am so hot.  I love what he is doing to me. My nipples rage with heat but he doesn’t burn me.  I want him to torture me, but I also want him to fuck me.  Why won’t he fuck me?  Bring in the dogs.  I don’t care just let something satisfy the burning in my pussy.

       

He blows out the candle.  “Now, Gwen, it is time for you to rest.  I have another surprise for you in the morning - the biggest surprise of your life.”

       

With that, he walks to the door and leaves.

       

I am a mess.  How can I sleep?  I’m as horny as a toad and at the same time in great pain.  Sleep is slow in coming, and that sleep is a restless one filled with nightmares of beasts eating and devouring my cunt so that it is no more.

What’s in store for poor Gwen?  Stay tuned - more to come………     Also, e-mail me with any ideas you may have for Gwen’s further transformation.