The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 8

I am untied and allowed to relieve myself.  The chambermaids are summoned and given directions about my preparation for the evening activities.  I am then taken to the kitchen to eat.  My only reprieve is that the black man is not present to torment me during my meal.  I am allowed to eat in peace.

       

Back in my chambers I am prepared for the evening activities.  I am first fitted with a black leather garter belt.  Next, black mesh stockings are given to me to put on.  I am then given black leather over-the-knee boots to wear with five inch heels.  The extra inch forces me higher on the balls of my feet making it more difficult to walk and maintain my balance.   I am then ordered to stand up.  The customary leather wrist cuffs and collar are fitted to me.  I am also fitted with elbow cuffs.  This is something new.  I wonder why?  What is their purpose?

       

I soon find out.  My hands are drawn behind my back and a D ring fastens my wrist cuffs together.  Then a leather strap is attached to the D rings in my elbow cuffs and drawn tight leaving only several inches between my elbows.  As this strap is drawn tighter, it forces my back to arch pushing my tits out in a most prominent position.  Again my tits are the focal point and the center of attention and abuse.

Finally my hair is combed and flows down my back to my waist. 

“God she looks good,” says one of the chambermaids.

With that comment, she walks in front of me, grabs my left breast, and sucks hard on the nipple drawing milk.  It runs down the side of her mouth.  She then nibbles on my super sensitive nipple and stands back with a smirk on her face.

“That is mighty fine tasting milk, lady,”  she says.

       

I am then led to a dining hall where a number of people are gathered, all dressed in formal attire.  I am placed in the center of the table on my knees.  My ankles are strapped together and then my wrist cuffs are strapped to my ankle cuffs, all in all, a very uncomfortable position.

The Marquis calls for attention.

       

“I would like to welcome all of you here tonight.  I hope you enjoy your meal.  The milk you are drinking is special.  It is human milk produced by my newest slave, Gwen.  If you like it and desire more help yourself to the real thing.  Gwen is our centerpiece tonight and at your disposal.  I would also like you to meet her husband, Bill Donohue, who is our honored guest tonight and the one who made Gwen’s presence here possible.”

       

There is applause as Bill stands self-consciously.  I feel shame and tears well up in my eyes.  As these strangers eat, I am the center of attention and conversation.  My milk seems to be a big hit with everyone, and I have the feeling that they all will soon be coming for more.  My breasts ache with the load of milk they are carrying, and in a perverted way, I can’t wait for the attention I soon will be receiving.  I only hope Bill stays away.

       

As if someone is reading my thoughts, the Marquis and Bill walk up to me.

       

“Those are magnificent tits, Bill.  Those huge tits produce a gallon of milk every eight hours.  I don’t know how she does it.  She produces more milk then a cow does.”  They both laugh as they enjoy their little joke at my expense.

       

“They are large.  No doubt about it.”  With that Bill reaches over and squeezes my nipple.  He then lowers his head to my ear and whispers, “I’m sorry.”

       

I start to cry. “Why did you do this to me?  After all we meant to each other.”

       

The Marquis backhands me across my face.  “Don’t you dare talk to my guest in that manner.  Don’t you dare.  Now apologize to your husband, now.”

“Marquis, that’s not really necessary.  It’s understandable that she’s upset,” Bill says.

       

I cry hysterically which only fuels the Marquis’s anger.  A hush falls over the room as everyone watches intently to see what the Marquis will do.

       

“You need to learn a lesson,” the Marquis says as he again slaps me across the face.  I continue to whimper and cry feeling humiliated.

       

He takes two large clamps and applies them to my nipples.  I scream out in pain.

       

“Scream, bitch.  I like it.  No milk will escape those bloated tits until you have apologized to your husband.  Now apologize.”

       

“I’m sorry,” I whimper dejectedly.

       

“Say it louder and be sincere.”

       

“I’m sorry.  Please forgive me, Bill.  I didn’t mean it.  It was wrong of me.”

       

“That’s better.  Now tell him you’ll do anything to make it up to him,” the Marquis whispers in my ear as he squeezes my right breast.

       

“Bill, I’ll do anything for you.  Please forgive me.”

       

“You heard her, Bill.  What would you like her to do?”

       

“That’s quite all right, Marquis.  She’s suffered enough.  She didn’t mean any harm.  Naturally she’s upset.  There’s nothing she has to do for me,” Bill says looking down at me with concern in his eyes.

       

“Nonsense,” says the Marquis as he slaps me across the face.  “You’ve never sucked off your own husband, but you think nothing of sucking off dwarves.  What the fuck is wrong with you.  You are to suck your husband’s cock and drink every drop of his cum.  Do you understand?”

       

“Yes, sir,” I reply feeling deep humiliation as these things are disclosed to all who are present.

       

Bill’s face turns red as two chambermaids help him out of his pants.

       

“I’m really sorry, Gwen.  I never thought things would turn out like this,” Bill says with remorse in his voice.

       

I take his cock in my mouth and look up at him with tears streaming down my face.  I can tell he feels awkward, and really doesn’t know what to do.  I suck more of him into my mouth.  While this is going on, the Marquis removes my nipple clamps and invites the guests to drink.  Two greedy mouths immediately attach their mouths to my tits and suck hard.  They are soon replaced by two more mouths.  This continues until my breasts are drained of milk.  My nipples are now extremely sensitive.  I think just about everyone present had their mouth on my breasts.  I feel used.  I continue to suck Bill’s cock and now force the head of his cock into my throat.  He gasps as his cock travels down my throat towards my stomach.  He is overcome with emotion and rams his meat deep down my throat while I have visions of us meeting at the altar on our wedding day – reciting our vows to honor and cherish until death do us part.  Tears well up in my eyes.  I feel such despair. 

He is exerting a great deal of self-control to make this moment last.  Finally he reaches his climax and spurts a load of cum down my throat.  I make sure to swallow every drop. 

       

“God, that was wonderful, Gwen,” he says as he climbs down from the table.

       

“Certainly not the woman you once knew,” says the Marquis.

       

“No, not the woman I once knew,” says Bill with regret in his voice. 

       

“Watch, my friend,” the Marquis says as he places his hand on my cunt.  He rubs my clitoris which starts the fire in my cunt burning out of control.

       

“Do you want to come, Gwen?”

       

“Oh yes, sir,” I say as he continues to rub my clitoris.  The fire builds.

       

“Do you care how you cum,” he asks.

       

“No, sir,” I say as lust takes over.  “Please allow me to cum.  It’s been so long.”

       

“Would you like to show your husband and all these fine people how you perform with the dwarves?” the Marquis says with a snicker on his face.

       

“Yes sir, the dwarves.  Oh please, the dwarves,” I reply.  “The dwarves will make me cum.”

       

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you will be seated, Gwen will be providing the evening’s entertainment.”

       

My restraints are removed and I am placed on all fours.  My ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs are attached to eyelets in the table by means of leather straps.   There is certainly no getting away.  One of the dwarves enters and rudely feels my pussy.

       

I groan in lust.  “Fuck me.”

Immediately a whip lashes out across my back followed by another blow.

       

“Don’t you dare speak,” says the Marquis.

I cry out in pain.

       

“Gag her, now,” says the Marquis.

“Is all this really necessary?” Bill asks the Marquis.

“Sit and watch.  Remember, you are a guest in my house.  Gwen is now my property.  She has been bought and paid for,” responds the Marquis.

       

One of the chambermaids brings in a six inch phallus gag and shoves it in my mouth and down my throat.  I gag as it is fastened behind my head.  

       

The dwarf strokes his huge member and directs it toward my ass. 

“Your pussy is too tender to be penetrated.  Your ass will have to do,” whispers the Marquis in my ear.

The dwarf pushes against my anal sphincter and meets resistance.  With short quick jabs he breaks through into my anus and begins to ram me up into my rectum. Saliva drips on my back as the dwarf gets excited and heated.  He begins to ram me in earnest with fast, steady jabs.  I rotate my hips and push backwards to meet his forward thrusts.  God does this little guy feel good.  I go crazy.  I can’t get enough of him. His long stiff dick is pressing against my colon.  He comes much too soon to suit me, but another dwarf is right there to immediately take his place and fuck me up the ass.

       

I don’t care.  These dwarves satisfy my lust and I know I will soon cum.  I push back to meet his thrusts and I finally explode.  This drives me wild.  I want more.  I want to keep coming.  This dwarf comes and a third dwarf takes his place.  I look up and see my husband viewing this spectacle with disbelief.  Yes, you bastard, I’m depraved and I love it.  I love being sodomized by these little dwarves who in reality are really big where it counts.

       

The Marquis comes up and removes my gag.  He whispers in my ear.  “You’re putting on quite a show, Gwen.  You’re quite a woman.  You’ve increased your value about half a million with this little display.  Keep it up.”

       

Another dwarf stands in front of me.  His huge penis is already hard and he is obviously excited.  My mouth hungrily seeks out his dick.  I suck the dwarf’s dick into my mouth.  He thrusts his dick in and out of my mouth using it as a cunt.  The other dwarf cums in my ass and is replaced by yet another dwarf.  The Marquis’s guests look on in disbelief.

       

“Free her hands and give her some room to work.”

       

The chambermaids walk up and untie my wrist cuffs, freeing my hands to work.  I grab the dwarf’s dick and rub its shaft as I suck on it.  The lust rages within me as I once again cum.

       

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggghhhhhh” 

       

The Marquis lets me cum twice.  The dwarf I’m sucking comes and squirts his load down my throat.  I drink greedily.

       

“Would you like another up your ass, Gwen?”

       

“Oh, yes. Please sir.  Let another fuck my ass.  Please,” I beg.

       

The Marquis’s guests whisper among themselves.  This excites me even more.  I like having them watch especially the one who betrayed me.

       

Another dwarf enters. I’ve lost count.  I don’t know if this is number six or seven.  The dwarf’s cock takes aim for my anal sphincter and rams home in one swift stroke.  The rectum is so stretched that he’s buried to the hilt in one stroke. I don’t care.  Right now I just want to be fucked.  Another dwarf wants a blow job.  I greedily feed his cock down my throat and let him ram me for all he’s worth.

       

“That makes seven dwarfs she’s serviced.  This woman is amazing,” says one of the guests.

       

Soon the dwarf I am sucking cums and again I get a tummy full of cum.  I come for a third time and the other dwarf continues ramming my ass without mercy. 

       

One of the guests yells out, “How about some milk?”

       

“Help yourself,” says the Marquis.

       

All hell breaks loose as my arms are lifted up by two of the guests. The dwarf is still lodged in my rectum pumping away.  As I am held up, greedy mouths cruelly suck and pinch my tits drinking the sweet milk that I am producing.  One horny bastard drops his pants and rams his cock down my throat.  I don’t care.  Let them use me.  I suck greedily on his shaft giving him a night to remember.  He soon cums overcome with excitement.  He needs to learn self-control.

       

The dwarf finally cums.   He is replaced by one of the guests who pulls me back on top of his dick driving it up my ass.  My cunt which is fully exposed is violated by another guest.  A third guest grabs my hair and rams his dick down my throat.  Every opening is filled.  I’m a sex machine meeting the needs of these perverts.  My breasts continue to be sucked dry, and then they are abused by sharp teeth which grate and gnaw on my nipples pulling and twisting and contorting them.  This only drives me to new heights and I come for a forth time.

       

While the three men violate me, the Marquis takes a cat-of-nine.  He walks up to me and orders the man and woman who are abusing my tits to step back.  They do, and he immediately begins to whip my tits.  The pain is great.  Pleasure and pain intermingle.  It drives me wild, and I begin to ride the two cocks that are ramming my cunt and anus.  I can feel both of them deep inside me, even touching.  I explode in a series of orgasms that drain me but the men are relentless.  When one comes, he is immediately replaced by another.  No matter how spent I am, I must continue to perform.  The Marquis  continues to whip my tits.

“Take that you big titted bitch.  I love the way you degrade yourself in public,” he taunts me as he inflicts more pain upon my body.

       

I’m tired of coming yet I keep coming as prick after prick is rammed up my cunt and anus. 

Finally there are no more.  All have been satisfied by me.  I lay there totally exhausted. 

       

The Marquis approaches me with two eight inch dildos that not only vibrate but rotate in several directions.  He puts one up my cunt and the other up my rectum.  Then a leather chastity belt is put on me and locked.

       

“Stand up,” he orders.

       

I immediately stand, and he activates the dildos.  In spite of myself, I respond and begin to churn my hips.        

       

“Do a little dance for us.  Squeeze your jugs.  Give everyone a mouthful.”

       

A chain is attached to my collar and I am led around to each guest who has his mouth open ready to receive my milk as I squeeze my tits and shoot milk into their mouths.  I look extremely hot in my five inch heels with my hips gyrating and my breasts swaying back and forth..  After I have delivered milk to all of the Marquis’s guests, I am taken over to a woman dressed in a business suit.  It is Maxine -   the one Bill was with earlier.

       

She slaps me across the face.

       

“You are pathetic!  Why do you degrade yourself like this?” she asks.

       

I stand there not knowing what to do.  Do I have a choice?  Can I simple choose not to do what I am told?  Is this woman serious?

       

She slaps me across the face again only harder.

       

“Don’t you speak when spoken to?  Clasp your hands behind your head.”

       

I immediately obey her orders.  The vibrators continue to grind away in my cunt and anus.  She slaps me again almost throwing me off-balance. 

Maxine begins to nibble on my ear and whispers, “Did you enjoy watching me give Bill a blowjob?” as she strokes my breasts .

Tears once again well up in my eyes as I remember the events of yesterday. 

Then she slaps my left breast.  She then slaps my right breast.  My breasts are already sore from the excessive amount of sucking and biting and whipping they have received tonight. 

Her demeanor changes once again as she softly strokes my breasts and traces her lips and tongue over the tops of my large abused breasts.

“Did Bill ever stroke your tits like this,” she taunts as she continues to softly squeeze and need my breasts.

Then she suddenly changes once again as she again slaps my breasts as she stares at me.

       

I am growing weary.  I am exhausted from the night’s activities and I don’t know how much of this I can take.  She continues to slap my breasts increasing the force with each blow.  I can barely stand up.  Several times I almost lose my balance. 

“Poor baby.  Do those big fat tits hurt from all of the attention I’m giving them,” she chides me as she grabs my nipples and squeezes them hard.  She kisses my neck and shoulder as she cruelly twists my nubs without mercy filling me with mixed feelings of pain and desire.

       

Finally the Marquis comes over and says,   “Take her to her chamber.  Strap her in bed and leave the dildos running all night. ”

       

Maxine protests, “But I’m not done with her.”

       

“You’re done for now, but, if you can persuade me, I might allow you to have another session with her,” says the Marquis in an even tone.

“I would do anything for the chance to get her alone for one night,” she hisses as she looks at me with hatred in her eyes.

The night is an exhausting one.  I get very little sleep.  Actually I get no sleep.  My cunt and anus are two raw pieces of meat.  The dildos continue to grind away throughout the night.  They just keep going and going and going.  They must use Eveready batteries.  Before he wouldn’t let me cum.  Now, he won’t let me stop cuming.

I don’t know what I have become.  I am totally perverted, and I don’t think there is anything I wouldn’t do.  This scares me.  If I could leave here now and could return to my former life, I don’t think I could.  I have gone through too much.  My body has been transformed.  I could never live a normal life and enjoy normal sex with a man. My cunt and my anus have been stretched beyond imaginable limits.  It now takes the warped and perverted mind of the Marquis to fulfill me.  I am pathetic.  I am ashamed. 

       

The following morning I am allowed to take a long bath in warm water which helps revive me and soothes my sore organs.  I reflect on the previous night and what my husband must be thinking right now.  I hate him so much to think that he would put a price on my head.

       

After soaking for an hour my wounds are attended to, and I am dressed.  My customary leather wrist cuffs and collar are put on.  New leather over the knee boots with four inch heels are then given to me.  Then the milking machine is brought in to drain the milk that has been produced during the night.  I myself am amazed at the amount of milk I produce.  The cups just fit over my areolas and suck on my nipples drawing out the precious milk.

       

I am fed a good breakfast except this time a tray is brought to my room, and I am allowed to use eating utensils.  It feels strange eating with a knife and fork.  I almost forgot what it was like.  It’s funny how we can take such commonplace things for granted.   I don’t know what this means.  I’m suspicious.  I don’t know why I’m being allowed to use silverware all of a sudden. 

Then the Marquis enters.

       

“Gwen, your performance last night was superb.  You acted like a wanton bitch in heat.  I have never seen a slut take on so much cock as you did, not to mention your outstanding performance with the seven dwarves.  You were amazing and have proven to be a very valuable asset.   My guests were intrigued and awed by your performance. 

“I had originally intended to sell you to an English gentleman for a handsome profit.  He had made me an offer I originally couldn’t refuse – a vast amount of money.  He wanted to take you back to England for further training.  He had marvelously devious plans for you.

“But I have reconsidered and now will not sell you to him.   We have reached a crossroads, Gwen.  You have a decision to make so listen carefully.  Right now, if you want, I will release you to go back to your former life. My chauffeur will drive you back to your home today.  You can forget this ever happened. You can put this all behind you.   Your other choice is to stay her in my mansion in servitude to me.  If you decide to stay, everything will continue as it has.  I will continue to degrade you, modify you, do anything I chose to you that is to my liking. You will never be allowed to leave.  Also, if you choose to stay, you will never be given an opportunity like this again.  The decision is yours.”

He stands there silently waiting for me to respond.  This is my chance.  I can be free of the Marquis forever.  I can go back to my old life which was much simpler although I wouldn’t go back to Bill, that bastard.  To think he sold me into this life of slavery. 

But look at me; look at what I have become.  My thoughts are constantly plagued with lustful and depraved desires.  I have lost all innocence. My body is not the same.  My cunt and rectum have been stretched beyond belief.  I can never enjoy normal sex again with any man.  I have been fucked and sodomized by dwarves.  I’ve deep-throated black men, white men, and dwarves.  My breasts which were huge before the Marquis kidnapped me are now even larger producing vast amounts of milk.

I can’t go back.  There is nothing back there for me.  I don’t know what I will become or how I will be transformed if I stay here with the Marquis, but I know I really have no choice.  I have tasted of the fruit of evil and crave more.  I am destined to lead a life of debauchery and depravity under the evil hand of the Marquis.  I may soon regret this decision, but my course is clear.

I simply say, “I choose to stay, Sir.”

The Marquis smiles that evil smile and says, “It might have been better for you if you had decided to leave, for under my continued tutelage you may not survive.  I will do things to you that have never been done to any human before.  You will suffer as no man, woman, or beast has suffered before you.  Your body will be transformed.”

There is a long moment of silence as if he was giving me an opportunity to reconsider.

“Very well.  Then it is settled,” he finally says.  “For the next week you will rest.  “Your body will be allowed to fully recover from the ordeals of the past week.  Understand that I want you healthy not because I am compassionate but because I need you at your best for what I have in store for you.  Make no mistake; you exist to serve me and bring me pleasure.  For one week you will not engage in intercourse.  You need to heal. 

“You will continue to be milked on schedule and will exercise by walking two miles daily in specially designed sneakers that have a four inch arch – much like walking in high heels but not harmful to your feet. I have also taken the liberty of assigning another chambermaid to you whose sole responsibility is to milk you on schedule and tend to your breasts.  Be warned, Claire, your new chambermaid, has a mean streak in her, but that’s what makes life interesting, isn’t it?” he chuckles. 

“Enjoy this week of rest.  You’ll need it for what’s in store for you.”

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.