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………

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 2

A mansion stands atop a hill in a desolate area. The grounds are well kept and surrounded by an eight foot high electrified iron fence. I am taken in through a back entrance and turned over to two women who are expecting me.

"You're late, Nick. We expected you over an hour ago," says one of the chambermaids.

"I know. Something came up and we were detained."

"My, my but she has big ones, and I see you've given them a lot of attention. Did you disinfect her nipples after piercing them?"

"No, I didn't have time. Just some alcohol."

"Well, at least this time you remembered to pierce them."

One of the chambermaids returns with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and swabs it all over my tits. My nipples sting and burn.

"Let's get her cleaned up. The Marquis's not going to appreciate what you've done to her nipples. How many times have you been told not to be so rough?"

I am taken to a large and luxurious bathroom where I am allowed to take a bath and soak.

"Rest well, my dear, you'll need it for what you're about to go through."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You have been chosen."

"What do I mean I have been chosen? I was told my husband's life was in danger."

"Your husband isn't in any danger. You are. You probably will never see your husband again. You have been chosen."

I grow hysterical. I don't understand. I am confused. What does she mean, I have been chosen. Chosen for what? Is this some kind of joke?

"What have I been chosen for?” I ask.

"I shouldn't be talking to you. I can get into a great deal of trouble. The Marquis would not approve."

"Who is the Marquis?" I ask.

"The Marquis is very rich and powerful and always has his own way. When he sees a woman he likes, he makes her his own and does with her whatever he wills. He has chosen you, unfortunately, and he will torture you and degrade you and do whatever he chooses with you. When he is done with you, you will be given to the dogs."

I panic. A feeling of hopelessness fills me. I begin to cry uncontrollably.

"Don't cry. Do everything you are told to do and things may be different for you. Maybe he will be merciful and let you go.

I am tired, weary, horny, and in dire need of rest. I am led to a large bed chamber. I am told to lie down on my back. Then I am shackled to the bed - one arm and one leg to each bedpost. I fall off into a restless sleep as more ointment is applied to my sore and battered breasts. As I drift off to sleep, I think about the events of that day and the abuse I've suffered. Only this morning I was just a housewife who led a normal life devoted to one man, my husband Bill. That has all changed so quickly. Today I've been sodomized and forced to deep-throat another cruel and vicious overweight pig of a man. My dreams are nightmares of torture and degradation.

The next morning I am woken up at 6:00 AM . The same two chambermaids attend to me. I am again bathed and given a rub down which I find soothing and relaxing. Next I am fitted with a leather collar that has a D-ring attached to it. I am also fitted with leather wrist cuffs and over the knee boots with four inch heels that have their own D-rings. I wonder what they are for. Next a full head mask made of the finest leather is fitted to my head. There are two slits in the front of the mask - one for my nose and one for my mouth. The mask laces up the back and there is a D-ring attached to the top.

I feel strange. I am in total darkness and this frightens me. Also everything sounds muffled since my ears are totally covered by this head mask. I feel an impending sense of doom.

A chain is attached to the ring at the top of the mask. My arms are drawn up in back and both rings on my wrist cuffs are attached to the other end of this chain. If I drop my hands at all, my head is pulled further back. As it is, my head is drawn back in an uncomfortable position and there is no slack in the chain. My breasts jut out and are more vulnerable than ever. I am still horny and would love to cum. What am I becoming, a slut?

One of the chamber maids says, "You are finally ready to meet the Marquis except for those rings in your nipples. They must be removed. The Marquis says you are special."

The rings are taken out of my nipples. I am then led down a series of corridors and brought into a room and seated on a stool. I find it difficult getting used to walking on four inch heels. My toes point down almost like a ballerina. My calves are taunt.

The Marquis approaches. I can sense his presence but, of course, I cannot see him. I can feel his breath on my neck.

He takes each of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and begins to apply pressure. The pressure increases as he speaks to me.

"Welcome to my humble abode, Mrs. Donohue. May I call you Gwen? Of course, I can. I hope you have been treated well. I find your breasts fascinating," he whispers in my ear as he squeezes harder and twists my hard erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Your nipples are so long.”

Now we know why the rings were removed form my nipples. I was probably better off with them. My nipples are so sore, but I seem to be strangely aroused by the attention he is giving them.

"I hope you enjoy pain, my dear, because I enjoy inflicting it on young women like you." He then releases my hands. I move my neck trying to get some of the cramps out.

I hear everything in very muffled tones and the atmosphere is almost surreal. Is this really happening? The pain emanating from my tits tells me it is real.

"Well, enough talk. Let us begin your training and initiation into my little family."

He releases my nipples and then bends down and catches my right nipple between his teeth. He grates his teeth back and forth sending shooting pain throughout my tit. He releases my right nipple and performs the same act on my left nipple. I instinctively try to pull away, but this only adds to my agony. He releases my left nipple and laughs. My pussy is wet, and I'm really getting turned on. It's strange that such pain would get me horny. What's wrong with me?

"My dear, are you sensitive about your tits. Did you ever feel self-conscious because you have such gigantic mammaries? I think I'll make you my little cow. I'll make your tits even bigger than they are now. Oh, my dear, you're going to experience things you never thought were possible or imaginable. Mark my words."

He removes a leash from the side wall and attaches it to my collar. He then leads me across the room with me crawling on all fours like a dog to a low table and then makes me crawl up on it on my hands and knees.

An enema bag is then brought in and the tube is shoved up my ass and the valve is opened. Warm liquid flows and fills me. The bottle is emptied and a new one is attached. I feel as if I am going to burst. I begin to cramp. This is an outrage. I can't take any more. Finally the valve is closed, the tube is removed, and my ass is corked with a butt plug.

God, I feel full. My belly is distended and I look like I'm pregnant. Someone please help me. Where is my Prince Charming? Isn't there anyone who will come to my rescue? Bill, where are you? How much more of this can I bear! Oh, how I long for my soap operas. Oh, to go back to a simpler past.

"Get up on your knees and place your hands behind your head, Gwen, and don't lose a drop of that water. Do you understand? Also, spread your legs apart."

I scramble to get to my knees. Do I understand? Does he really expect me to answer with this hood covering my head? Suddenly my exposed breasts are smacked cruelly by a leather strap. Once, twice, three times across the nipples. Pain shoots through my tits.

"Do you understand? Acknowledge me!"

I quickly nod hoping to avert any further abuse.

"That's better. I demand total obedience. Now, put your hands behind your head and thrust out your tits"

Here I am sitting on my knees with a leather mask enveloping my whole head. My hands are behind my head, and my breasts are jutting out swaying pendulously on my chest fully exposed and begging to be abused. My stomach looks bloated and fat from the enema I am now holding in. My anus has a plug inserted to insure I lose none of the fluid. My stomach cramps are becoming worse. Just twenty-four hours ago I was minding my own business watching my favorite soap. What happened?

Well, enough reflecting. The Marquis approaches me with a rather large dildo that is two and a half inches in diameter, electrified, and covered with raised bumps. He inserts the end in to my cunt and begins to shove hard. I wriggle in pain as my cunt is being violated. After inserting four inches, he turns on the switch. It gyrates. He continues to shove it in my cunt - five inches, six, seven, eight inches. I took eight inches! I've never had eight inches in me. Bill is only five and a half inches long.

"My dear, you will be relieved of your enema when you come to a climax, and I will help you."

He walks to the wall and takes down a small whip that has many strands. He rears back and swings connecting with my left breast. I wince in pain. I instinctively pull back. The blows continue. First the left tit, then the right tit, then the left tit... I want to scream, but can't.

"My dear, when you cum, I will stop. Not until,” taunts the Marquis as he picks up a device and turns a knob on it. My cunt comes alive with searing pain as electricity courses through it.

My breasts are being beaten senseless. In the midst of all this bizarreness and pain, my juices start to flow from the electricity being administered to the walls of my vagina. Something snaps in my mind. I thrust my tits out to meet the blow of the whip. I would scream harder, harder, but I can't. The hood prevents me from speaking.

“Yes,” I think to myself, “Beat my tits. Hit those jugs. Show no mercy. Give me another jolt of electricity,” as I grind my hips to the flow. I feel as if I'm going to lose my mind. All of a sudden I can bear it no longer and I cum. Actually I have three orgasms in a row.

There is a puddle below me. I sit in it panting.

"Get her out of my sight," says the Marquis in disgust.

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

Chapter 3

The chambermaids lead me from the room with some difficulty because of the liquid which I have not yet released.

"Get her cleaned up, fed, and ready for the afternoon activities," orders the Marquis.

I am taken to the bathroom where I am allowed to relieve myself. Then my mask is removed and I am again bathed. Healing balm is applied to my battered and bruised breasts. It's amazing how fast it soothes and heals my huge mammaries. All of the restraints are put back on, but I win a reprieve from the mask.

"Get down on your hands and knees," says one of the chambermaids named Evelyn.

I immediately comply not wanting to provoke her. I don't know if I can stand much more punishment.

“Well, honey, I've been taking good care of you. Now it's time you took care of me,” she says.

I watch in dismay as she lifts her mini skirt and exposes her naked cunt. I now know why I'm not wearing a hood.

“Stick your tongue out and get busy, now” Evelyn taunts.

What can I do? What choice do I have? Can I refuse? I am now about to sink to a new level of depravity – eating another woman's cunt. A musky smell assaults my senses as I lick out at her pussy lips and reach for her clitoris. I take her clit between my lips and suck and nibble on it. I run my tongue up and down her slit teasing her.

“Let's see some enthusiasm,” she hisses as she grabs my head and grinds her cunt in to my face.

I suck and lick for all I'm worth. I stick my tongue up her hole as she continues to grind her cunt in my face. My nose is buried in her clit. I'm having a hard time breathing, but I feel a strange sense of arousal. I double my efforts driving her closer and closer to a climax. I can feel my own cunt twitching as I lick for all I'm worth. This is really turning me on. What a pervert I'm becoming.

She's close. I can sense it. All of a sudden she screams and my face is bathed in her juices as she shakes and twitches out of control. She pushes my head harder and harder into her cunt. I can't breathe. She finally lets up and moves her cunt back and forth bathing my face in her juices.

“Not bad, but not great,” she remarks as she leads be back to the bathroom to clean up. After cleaning up, she makes me lick her cunt clean.

A leash is then attached to my collar and I am led like a dog into the kitchen. On the floor is a bowl filled with some kind of food. I am instructed to eat my lunch like a dog without the benefit of my hands.

I protest, "I can't eat like that..."

A paddle cracks across my left cheek. It is immediately followed by a smack to my right cheek which raises me off the floor. Two more smacks follow in quick succession.

A man says, "You dare to question the ways of the Marquis."

He raises me up by the hair to a kneeling position and backhands me across my left cheek. He does the same to my right cheek. I scream out in pain and cry convulsively.”

"I hate big tits. Especially big, ugly jugs like yours. Eat your meal."

This guy means business. I scramble over to the dish and eat like a dog. I find it hard to get the food without the use of my hands, but I manage. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I lick the bowl clean.

I am then led back to my chamber where I am hung by a chain from the ceiling. Of course, the rings on my leather wrist cuffs are attached to this chain and then the chain is raised by means of a pulley until I are standing on my tiptoes. In this position I will rest.

After hanging there for an hour, every bone in my body aches. Especially acute is the pain in my lower back and my legs from trying to maintain my balance.

The Marquis walks in. I find him very attractive. He is tall, has dark hair, and piercing black eyes.

He walks over to me and I impulsively say, “Let me suck your cock."

I don't know why I said that. This is madness. This was not like me. I've always been devoted to my husband, Bill. It's just that I'm so aroused and have found no release. All I have on my mind is the fire in my cunt, and I need something to put it out.

He smacks me across the face with the back of his hand. This is unexpected and it twists my neck violently to the side. I cry out in pain.

"I will not tolerate filthy talk from my slaves. Only I and those I chose shall use vulgar language. Is that clear, you little whore?"

I feel humiliated and ashamed for speaking to him the way I did. He must think that I'm a tramp who offers herself to anyone. I don't think I made a good first impression.

"I'm sorry, Marquis. I'm sorry. It will never happen again. Forgive me."

He seems to calm down. He lifts my tits feeling their weight and admires them. He is mesmerized by the size and mass of my huge mammaries. My nipples are stiff and I'm aroused. He flicks out his tongue and licks my hard nubs sending waves of pleasure thoughout my body.

He stands back gazing at my tits. I am very self-conscious. This is one of those times that I wish I were a 32 BB instead of a 38 DD.

“You shall address me as sir. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I respond meekly.

"I came hear personally to your chambers to let you know what I have decided to do with you. Until I saw you this morning, I wasn't sure. Now I am. You will do nicely. Your tits are magnificent and were meant to produce milk. You will be the first of a long line of human cows. How does that sound to you?"

I look at him incredulously. Human cow? What is he talking about? I don't want to be a cow.

He raises his knee and rams it into my crotch. I would double over, but I can't because of my bonds. My eyes are bulging out of my head.

"Don't you ever learn, bitch. Answer when spoken to. Now, how does that sound to you?"

"Whatever pleases you, sir," I say painfully.

I see the fury in his eyes. What did I say wrong? I certainly didn't do anything wrong. I'm not in a position to.

"You really piss me off," he says as he removes two alligator clips from his pocket with heavy lead balls attached to them by way of a two inch chain. He squeezes my nipples until they are pert and releases a clamp around each of my nipples. The teeth bite into my tender tit flesh and send my eyeballs rolling in their sockets.

I think to myself, "I wish I were dead. Anything is better than this." I almost pass out.

"I also will not tolerate sarcasm. Answer appropriately."

"I am here to serve you, sir. Do with me what you will."

"That's better. Much, much better. Now, since I can do with you what I will, then you won't mind if I release these lead balls?"

"No, sir," I reply. Do I have a choice?

"They are very heavy, and will pull cruelly on your nipples probably giving you a great deal of pain. Are you sure it's all right."

"Anything you want, sir."

"Well, all right then," he says as he releases the balls.

My tits are pulled downward from the weight of the balls. They are actually quite heavy in spite of their size. Again, I am aware of acute pain centered in my now very sensitive one inch nipples. The balls hang below my breasts continually dragging my nipples down. The Marquis amuses himself with the balls. He pushes them making them sway back and forth. This only increases the pressure on my nipples. They feel as if they might fall off. What a dreadful thought to have. He continues to push them until they bang together.

"Look, I've created a set of knockers. Do you get it, Gwen. The balls are knocking together. They're knockers."

"Oh yes, I get it," I say.

"Then why aren't you laughing. If you think something is funny, laugh."

What choice do I have? I laugh. I feel unbearable pain, but I laugh. This is insane. It suddenly occurs to me. The Marquis is insane. I'm at the mercy of a madman. Oh my God, all is lost.

"That's better. I like it when you laugh. I want you to be happy."

He looks at my pubic hair and plucks a few strands. Obviously he finds this amusing.

Now, where was I before you distracted me? Oh yes, you will be the first human cow. Are you at all curious as to how this is possible?"

"Oh yes, sir, " I reply.

"Well, we have developed a new drug that will be injected through the nipple. This drug will create the body chemistry not unlike that of a pregnant woman. With the proper stimulation, your mammaries will respond and produce milk. How does that sound to you?"

"Whatever pleases you, sir."

"Oh, it pleases me," says the Marquis as he continues to play with the lead balls as at the expense of my nipples. "Your jugs are 38DD's now but when I'm through with you they will be immeasurable," he says while laughing insanely. "I've had my eyes on these tits for a long time. I've fantasized many a night what I would do to them once you were here."

I panic. What does he mean immeasurable. They're big enough. They're too big. I don't want them any bigger. This guy is nuts.

"Do you want larger tits, Gwen? You don't mind if I call your massive melons, tits, do you?"

"Oh no, sir."

"Do you want larger tits?"

Of course, I don't want larger tits. These are hard enough to carry on my slight frame. I'm lost in my own thoughts and can't focus. I can't believe he wants to do this to me.

Suddenly I'm jolted by a blow to my right tit. It smacks into my left tit which gets the large balls hanging from my tits swinging. They clank against each other as agonizing pain shoots through my nipples, but I feel a strange sensation below deep in my cunt.

“Are you being insolent,” he hisses as he smacks my left tit.

"Oh no, sir."

"You'll like having large tits, won't you, Gwen?” he again asks.

“Yes, sir,” I say trying to be as sincere as possible.

“That's good because soon they will hang down to your navel."

He again laughs insanely.

"I also have another surprise for you, Gwen. Do you want to know what it is?

"Oh yes, sir," I reply with terror in my voice.

"Soon you also will be fulfilling the sexual needs of our Dobermans."

"What!" I say shocked and appalled. I forget that this wacko is in complete control, and I am totally at his mercy.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me!" he screams as he slaps me cruelly across the face.

He then appears to gain control but there is a gleam in his eyes. I don't like this. He reaches for two chains from the ceiling and clamps them to the rings in my leather anklets. The pulley then draws the chains up lifting and separately my legs wide apart. At the same time the chain holding my arms is lowered.

I am spread wide open three feet off the ground supporting my own weight. The lead balls have fallen to my left and right sides pulling my nipples to the outside. The pain is acute.

"You have insulted my dogs and will have to atone for that. Carl, bring in one of the

Doberman's."

A Doberman is brought in and positioned between my legs. He sniffs my cunt and begins to lap at it with his long tongue. His tongue is rough and stimulates me like nothing I have ever experienced before. I am getting excited and turned on. My juices begin to flow. Maybe I was too hasty. These Dobermans might be all right after all.

What am I saying? Oh my God, have I stooped to a new low? This is a dog! A dog is eating me out! I never let my husband Bill have oral sex with me. It just wasn't right. It was against all my Christian beliefs; all the beliefs that I valued and clung to since my youth. What have I become?

How could I take pleasure from a dog lapping my cunt? How could I take pleasure from that long tongue snaking up and down my wet hole? I grind my pelvis into his muzzle as best I could, considering my circumstances.

Meanwhile, the Marquis directs his attention back to my tits.

"My, my, but your nipples are stretched beyond belief."

He half opens the clips and drags the clips off of my very sensitive nipples. The blood rushes back into my nubs bringing with it excruciating pain. Somehow I know in my pain racked mind that this has all happened to me before. That this is not the first time and probably won't be the last time I feel agonizing pain. Mixed with this pain is the pleasure the Doberman is giving me. My mind is in turmoil.

The Marquis then drops his pants, grabs my hair, and rams his prick down my throat. I rock back and forth on the chains as he uses my mouth as a cunt. He continually rams it into my mouth penetrating my throat. To a casual observer the outline of his prick can be seen traveling down my throat. I suck with all of my might. I don't want to make any more mistakes.

I know I'm slowly becoming perverted. I'm really enjoying this. I like the way the Doberman is licking my cunt and burying his tongue deeper and deeper into me. I like having the Marquis's prick rammed down my throat with no mercy. What's the matter with me? I am really enjoying this. I shouldn't be! Why don't I have any control over my emotions?

I come to a climax, a series of climaxes. My body is convulsing out of control. The Marquis at the same time shoots his load down my throat. I am careful to swallow every drop. I won't make the same mistake twice. I suck hungrily on his prick, squeezing every last drop out of it. My tummy is full.

The Marquis is pleased, but doesn't want to show it. I am released from my chains.

"Make sure she has a good supper tonight. Tomorrow she begins her treatments. Oh, also, provide entertainment for her during supper," the Marquis says to one of the chambermaids as he departs.

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

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 4

Note: I've made a number of changes to this chapter based on reader input especially things you liked and didn't like happening to Gwen. Please keep in mind that this is also a learning process for me since this is my first attempt at erotica, and constructive criticism and feedback is always welcome. I appreciate the comments and advice I have received on the first chapters. Also, this story is total fantasy. It does not reflect real-life situations involving real people. Furthermore, my own personal opinion is that all sexual interaction between individuals (in real life) should take place on an entirely consensual basis. And now with that said on with the story…..

I am cleaned up and taken to the kitchen for dinner in the same manner as I was before - on a leash. As I crouch over my bowl eating avariciously, a black man comes up behind me and smacks my ass. He then separates my cheeks and presses his large black prick up against my anus.

"This is your entertainment," the chambermaid says.

Some entertainment. A girl can't even eat in peace. My anal sphincter gives and the huge cock enters my anus. The black man continues to enter me as he smacks my ass cheeks - first the left one and then the right always alternating left and right. He soon picks up a rhythm like the tattoo of a beating drum. By now he has seven inches up my ass and into my rectum with three to go. That's right, a total of ten inches believe it or not. I can't believe it. I feel like I'm being ripped apart. The blows continue to fall on my ass. My cheeks are now a bright red and very sore.

He's all the way in. Oh, fuck he's at the entrance of my colon. He pauses and then rears back and starts ramming me in earnest, showing no mercy. I find myself responding to his brutal treatment. My clit once more is hard and throbbing. The pain recedes as he continues to ram his giant cock up my ass, and I rear back meeting him thrust for thrust. He withdraws seven to eight inches and then buries it to the hilt up my ass. He continues to do this until he cums. By this time my cheeks are red and my asshole has been stretched and battered and rammed unmercilessly, but I have not been allowed to cum.

I are taken back to my bed chambers and prepared for bed. The preparations are extensive.

I am laid out on the bed on my back. My ankles are anchored to the bed posts by chains connected to the rings in my leather anklets. My arms are attached to the bedposts. Only enough slack remains to allow me a minimum amount of movement

I think that the chambermaids are done, but they are not. Next they take from a cabinet a leather strap with two dildos attached. One is inserted up my cunt and the other is inserted up my ass. A tiny switch is set. I am told that they are computerized. Another strap which is attached to the first goes around my waist and is padlocked in front. Preparations appear to be complete.

"Don't be alarmed if you feel the dildos moving. They are programmed to perform throughout the night at predetermined intervals. Enjoy and sleep well," says one of the chambermaids sweetly as she exits.

I am very uncomfortable. I realize my movement will be limited tonight. All of a sudden I feel a sensation in my cunt. The dildo is twisting back and forth, up and down. This continues for several minutes and then stops. All is quiet for some time. Then the dildo up my ass begins to move. I am aroused. This continues for several minutes and stops.

In spite of my awkward position, I am exhausted and ready for sleep. I begin to drift off. I realize that rest is what I need now especially since I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I think back over the last twenty-four hours and realize how much further I have sunk into a life of depravity. It was bad enough being sodomized and then forced to deep-throat that man, but now add to that the assault by the Doberman and the pleasure I received from him. I wanted him to lick my cunt. He made me climax. I loved it and wanted more. And my poor cunt has been filled with all manner of large objects – my ass, too. Will they ever be the same? These are my thoughts as I drift off to sleep.

I am suddenly rudely awakened by a churning in my belly. The dildo up my cunt has gone berserk, twisting and turning inside of me. In spite of myself I am aroused. I begin to churn my hips. All of a sudden the dildo in my anus is activated. It too churns and vibrates as if it has a life of its own. I'm rapidly building towards a climax. I'm almost there ready to shoot. Then they stop.

Oh God, no! I'm so frustrated! I again have this great need to cum. I lay there utterly defeated and begin to cry. After quite some time I begin to settle down and drift off to sleep once more.

Suddenly I'm awakened by the dildo in my pussy. It again churns and takes on a life of its own. Soon the dildo in my anus comes to life. No, not this again, please not again. I'm exhausted but can't help myself. I churn my hips in time with the dildos building up once again to that glorious point of no return. My hips gyrate in rhythm with the dildos that are violating my cunt and anus. I'm almost there! I'm so close! And again they stop.

“No, don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt and my ass. Let me cum,” I cry in frustration.

The process repeats itself throughout the night and by 6:00 AM I am exhausted and completely discouraged. My cunt and my asshole are sore from use. The dildos were relentless throughout the night. How they knew when I was about to cum, I don't know. If only my hands were free so I could play with my clit and bring myself to a climax. I cry in disappointment and frustration.

I lay back and fall to sleep. Twenty minutes later at 6:30 AM the chambermaids enter and awaken me for the day's festivities. I protest and beg for rest. They laugh.

"You had all night to rest, my dear," they say mockingly as one of them brushes a fingertip over my clit.

The dildos are removed and my leash is attached to take me to the bathroom to relieve myself. They stand and watch me as I pee. I reach down and try to rub my clit. As I do one of the chambermaids slaps me across the face.

“Leave your pussy alone, you little slut. Never touch yourself unless you're given permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I stammer.

She slaps my left tit.

“Yes, madam. You are to address me as madam.”

“Yes, madam.”

I am then showered. I am not allowed to give myself a shower. My hands are attached to two manacles hanging from the ceiling in the shower. The chambermaids quickly undress and enter the shower with me – one in front and one behind. They each take a bar of soap and a cloth and begin to wash me. The one behind me concentrates on my ass tormenting my ass by pushing her soapy finger up my anus. The one in front lathers my breasts while lightly squeezing and kissing my nipples. She then runs the soapy cloth up and down my slit giving my clit a lot of attention. My clit stands at attention and gets hard. It looks like a little cock pulsating under her touch. I rotate my hips as the heat builds in my loins. Oh God, don't torture me like this. I moan pathetically.

I scream inwardly, “Let me cum!”

My cunt is becoming the center of my universe. I am becoming a total slut looking for nothing more then sexual gratification. I'm disgusted with myself. It's as if the only thing that matters in life is cuming. Am I turning into a nymphomaniac? No, I can't be, can I? They're doing this to me. I don't know anymore. I don't know anything.

Suddenly they stop. “Your shower's over,” whispers the chambermaid standing behind me.

“Let her cool down for a few minutes,” says the other as they get out of the shower.

“Please don't leave me like this,” I beg.

They ignore me as they talk to each other.

“God, Evelyn, I'm so horny.”

“Me too, Monique,” Evelyn says as she caresses Monique's breasts.

The chambermaids kiss each other passionately burying their tongues in each others mouth. Their hands roam all over each others bodies as they become more aroused with each passing moment.

“What about me,” I cry unable to satisfy the itch in my cunt.

Now they drop to the floor and Monique straddles Evelyn's head and drops her cunt over her face. She then lowers her own head and begins to lick and suck Evelyn's pussy. They begin to eat each other out. They are lost in each others lust building toward a climax.

“What about me,” I again cry out.

They snicker and continue pleasuring each other with loud groans escaping from their lips. And then they both cum at the same time with their bodies bucking and convulsing all over the floor. Then all is quiet. They get up and release me from the manacles. I am dressed in what is becoming my only attire – over the knee boots with four inch heels, leather wrist cuffs, and a collar.

I am then taken to the kitchen for breakfast. I crawl on my hands and knees to my bowl and eat. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I lick the bowl wanting more.

Again the black man provides the morning entertainment by violating my ass. I welcome his anal assault – at least I'm getting some attention. But this only further frustrates me, for like the others, he will not let me cum. He continually pounds into my ass with the steady beat of his large hands coming down on my cheeks. Hopelessness again engulfs me. I yearn to be sitting in front of the TV watching my favorite soap. Instead I sit in front of this black bastard wishing I could cum.

After breakfast I am taken to the lab where I meet Dr. Sharkiro. A series of tests are done on me and several blood samples are taken. I overhear the doctor talking to the Marquis.

"She is perfect for our experiment. She is certainly well endowed. She has the right equipment. Those melons can hold a great deal of milk and will probably grow much larger. I have started injecting the serum into her system. It will take approximately one week for her body to duplicate the conditions necessary for the mammaries to produce milk. Once production begins, it is imperative that you keep her on a regular milking schedule. In the meantime, use her any way you see fit, but don't harm her tits."

"This sounds good, doctor. I'm glad to hear that things will progress so quickly. I'm also glad to hear that I can continue with her training."

I feel alone and forsaken. Where is my husband? Why hasn't he come to find me? I begin to cry? It's because of him that I'm here now. I have changed so much in the last couple of days, and this is only the beginning. Feelings have been awoken in me that I didn't even know existed. What have I become? Do what depths will I sink? Can I sink any lower? Can I become any more depraved?

The Marquis sees me crying and smiles. He walks over to me.

"Why are you crying, my dear. There is no need to cry. You are in good hands," he says as he kneads my breasts and squeezes my nipples. "Soon your huge breasts will be producing a gallon of milk a day. My first human cow," he continues as he laughs mockingly.

"Would you like to have some fun, Gwen?"

"Oh yes, sir. Whatever you desire," I say as I feel horror unspeakable.

"Good," he says as he takes my leash and leads me out the door.

I crawl on all fours down the hall next to the Marquis. I am led into a room and told to kneel on a mat. The Marquis stands back and admires me. My breasts are large and still hang proudly on my chest. They beg for attention.

"You look tired. Didn't you sleep well?"

"No, sir."

"That's too bad because some dear friends of mine are very horny and in need of relief. Remember, Gwen," he says as he grabs my hair turning my face up so that my eyes meet his. "Not only will you provide milk, but you are also a whore to be made available to anyone of my choosing. A position of honor, isn't it?"

I don't respond. I feel anxious knowing what is going to happen to me in this room. I am filled with dread. Does he really expect me to service all his friends? The thought strangely arouses me. My cunt begins to twitch. The idea is oddly appealing. I must be going mad!

The Marquis while still holding my hair slaps me across the cheek with the back of his hand. He then hits the other cheek.

"Why do you not respond when spoken to, bitch?"

"Forgive me, sir."

"Are you ready, wench?"

"Oh yes, sir," and I really was.

"Then let the fun begin. Get down on your hands and knees and spread you legs wide. Now beg!"

I don't understand. What does he want me to beg for? I know I must respond. "Fuck me, sir!"

"No! No, bitch. I'm not going to fuck you. Now beg," he says as he squeezes my left nipple.

This is so humiliating. It's bad enough that his friends are going to fuck the shit out of me, but I have to beg for it? Why am I swearing so much? I never used those words before. They're so crude and vulgar. I have no choice but to debase myself and comply with the Marquis' wishes.

"I want to be fucked. Oh please, sir," I moan.

"That's better. More," he taunts as he continues to abuse my tits.

"Please, let me be fucked. Let them eat me. Let me suck their dicks." I am really getting into it. I am getting carried away.

A spreader bar is brought in and is placed on the mat between my feet. It is attached to my ankles by leather straps. My legs are held fast spread wide open. Suddenly seven little men enter the room wearing nothing more then masks. They all have huge cocks hanging between their legs which begin to grow as they see me kneeling, spread wide open. They surround me. I hear something behind me. One of them is licking my cunt and asshole with his rough tongue. God, that feels good. I look behind me and see the dwarf standing there with his huge ten inch cock resting on my ass. His cock which is now hard enters my cunt. His eyes glaze over in lust as he pistons into me violently. His movements are quick and steady and relentless. The other dwarves stand next to me stroking their huge cocks as there friend pounds into me relentlessly.

I think of my circumstances with revulsion. But in spite of myself I am responding to this little man with the huge cock. The one in my pussy feels so good. I have been deprived of sexual gratification all night and all morning. I'm ready. He planned it this way. He knew I would be willing to do anything to cum. He could make me do it, but the sick bastard wanted me to crave it, and I do.

The Marquis grabs me by the hair and forces me to look in the mirror. I see the dwarf with the glazed eyes pounding away at my cunt. I also see the pleasure written on my own face. I am appalled and disgusted by my own image, but I am aroused and on fire. My mind and my emotions are in conflict.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Gwen. You like being fucked, don't you."

"No! NO! I'm not” I sob hysterically, but I know deep down that I am.

"Oh yes you are, and I'll prove it. You're going to cum."

How could I not cum? I have been deprived all night. I have been taken to that glorious peak for hours and hours on end. Of course, I am going to cum. I can't help myself. Plus his dick feels so good. My hips move in rhythm with the little man with the big dick. I'm cumming. The dwarf continues to pound my cunt.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhaggggggggggg" I scream out as I cum. The dwarf cums and deposits a huge load up my battered cunt. He withdraws his now flaccid prick drenched in my pussy juice. I am exhausted.

"One down, six to go," says the Marquis as another dwarf enters my cunt. The pounding begins immediately and I respond. I want it. I want to be fucked. I want to cum again and again and again.

The Marquis gets on his knees by my face and taunts me. There is no reprieve. He squeezes my nipples and kneads my breasts allowing them no rest. This fuels my fire.

“I told you. You are depraved. Is there anything you won't do?” he continues to chide me.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaggggggggggggggg," I cum again and so does the dwarf.

Two more dwarves walk up to me. One stands before me with his nine inch dick looking me in the eye. I am overcome with lust as it grows before my eyes. I stick out my tongue and run it across the huge head of his cock. He grabs my hair and rams his dick to the back of my throat. I gag. He holds his dick there as I gasp for air and then backs off several inches before pushing forward and entering my throat. I feel searing pain in my throat a as he continues ramming his cock forward not content until all nine inches are buried in my throat with my nose buried in his pubic hair. He holds my head fast and gyrates his hips in small circles. I can't breathe.

At the same time the other dwarf enters my cunt and rams his ten inch cock up my fuck hole in one quick thrust. He then rams me unmercifully in long and rapid thrusts as he slaps my ass alternating first the left cheek and then the right, never missing a beat.

I can't breathe. The dwarf with his cock buried in my throat continues to hold my head firm, and I can't get air. I begin to foam at the mouth as I try to dislodge his giant prick. My movements spur on the dwarf fucking my cunt as he increases the thrust and rapidity of his cock battering my poor pussy. He finally relents and withdraws his cock from my throat allowing me to gulp in as much air as I possibly can before he rams his cock back down my throat. His pace increases as he batters my poor mouth using it as a cunt.

They both explode filling my mouth and pussy with cum. I'm drowning in a river of cum as they continue to explode in my poor battered cunt and mouth.

I'm exhausted and need rest as the two dwarves withdraw from my cunt and mouth and are immediately replaced by two more. These two have equally long cocks but are much thicker then the other dwarves. How can I possible fit that thing in my mouth? As the one dwarf stretches my poor pussy to new limits, the other one attempts to force the head of his cock into my mouth. I am unable to get my mouth open wide enough to take in his head. I snake my tongue out at the giant head trying to appease the dwarf. He roughly pries my mouth open with his fingers and forces the head of his cock in. The pain I feel is unbelievable. My jaw is stretched open to its limit and feels like it's going to lock.

"Watch those teeth, lady," sneers the dwarf as he continues to push his fat cock into my mouth.

All I can do is pray that my jaw doesn't crack. He grabs a handful of my hair and continues to push his cock towards the back of my mouth. I gag and my throat starts to heave trying to expel his monstrous cock. I can feel the head of his cock touching my esophagus. With one mighty push his cock rips into my throat. The pain I feel is unbelievable. I feel like a stuffed pig. Getting a better grip on my hair, he relentlessly pushes and pushes and pushes his monstrous cock down my poor stretched throat. My throat is aching and sore massaging his cock as it descends further and further in to my throat.

Meanwhile the other dwarf is pounding my cunt mercilessly. I feel so full. Both ends are stuffed to the limit. Suddenly the dwarf whose cock is lodged in my throat can hold back no longer and explodes in my mouth depositing a huge amount of cum into my belly. He painfully withdraws his cock from my mouth as the other dwarf continues to pound my pussy. I'm totally exhausted and ready to collapse as the dwarf continues to pound my pussy with renewed vigor. Finally he can hold back no more and deposits his load in me.

As he withdraws, I collapse on the floor and pass out. I can't go on even if only five of the seven dwarves are appeased.

My whirlpool that evening is well deserved. I did more than a day's work.

At dinner that night I eat ravenously. I have worked up an appetite after the day's activities. They are giving me two bowls of food instead of one. I finish the first bowl in peace glad that the black man is not there. All of a sudden there is a resounding slap to my left cheek which drives my face into the bowl.

"Did you think I forgot about you, wench? Have no fear, I am here!"

He slaps my other cheek and probes my cunt with his dick.

I panic. Oh no, not my pussy. Not after what those dwarves did to it today. Fuck my ass, please fuck my ass.

He wants nothing to do with my ass and rams his prick in to my poor abused pussy.

"How does that feel, bitch. Better than any old dwarf, I bet?”

He rams me unmercifully. He pulls ten inches out and rams it in up to the hilt. He continues doing this spurred on by my tears and crying. Finally he cums and withdraws his weapon.

"I'm not done with you yet. Have you ever been fist fucked?”

Fist fucked! What on earth is he talking about?

Well, you're going to be now."

I begin to cry uncontrollably.

"Why are you doing this to me? I've done nothing to hurt you.”

"It's nothing personal, lady. I really do hate big tits. I was told to leave those huge ugly melons alone so I'm taking it out on your cunt. Sit up on your knees and spread your legs wide.

I obey. I have no choice. What else can I do?

He looks both ways and then grabs my nipples and squeezes them and twists them between his thumb and forefinger. Then he starts to work his fingers in to my cunt. He starts with two, then three, four, the thumb. I'm being stretched unmercifully. He's ruining my cunt. When his fingers are entirely in my cunt, he forms a fist. I feel so full. I grunt and groan in pain. He shows no mercy as he continues to drive his fist up my cunt. The walls of my pussy give and reluctantly receive his fist. My cunt will never be the same.

I am in tears and beside myself. The pain is excruciating.

The black man smiles as he rams his fist up my cunt. I grunt. He punches his fist deeper and deeper into my cunt reaching my cervix. He's battering my cervix with his punches.

"Do you like being fist fucked, Gwen?"

I grunt. I am unable to speak. The pain is too great. My breasts sway back and forth. Every once in a while he slaps one, looking to make sure no one is watching. He continues to pound his fist up my cunt. I feel strangely aroused. My pussy juice is flowing down his hand. I can hear swishing noises as he punches his fist up my love canal. My tits bounce on my chest flapping up and down and back and forth.

"I really hate those jugs," he says as he takes a pin out of his pocket.

“Put your hands behind your head and push out those tits.”

He jabs the pin into the side of my left breast. I jump in pain. He stabs my right breast. I again jump. He continues to ram his right fist up my cunt. Every time I jump I ram my cunt down on his fist.

"Here you try it,” he says as he hands me the pin still not missing a beat with his fist ramming my cunt. He grabs my hair in his left hand.

"I was told not to mess with your tits, but there's nothing to say you can't. Jab your tits with the pin until I tell you to stop. If you don't, I'll rip all of your long beautiful hair out a handful at a time. Do you understand?" he says in a menacing voice.

I realize he's not kidding as he continues to fist fuck me. I'm petrified but at the same time I feel a wonderful sensation in my cunt and am beginning to enjoy what he is doing in spite of myself. I'm reaching a new high. I'm close, oh so close. I know I'm going to cum.

"Start jabbing, Miss Melons," he orders.

I begin to jab my tits with the pin - very light at first.

"Harder, lady, harder!"

I obey jabbing myself harder with the pin. Something happens to me inside. I snap. I become crazed. The juices are flowing faster. I start to ride his fist meeting his shoves. Waves of pleasure course up and down my spine from my pussy to my tits. I beg him to push harder. I jab myself unmercifully with the pin. I even prick my nipples and draw blood. This seems to excite me even more. I ride his fist. I have a demented idea and place the needle on the tip of my left nipple and push. A half inch of needle disappears straight into my nipple. The pain is excruciating but at the same time it sends electric shocks to my pussy. I don't believe I'm doing this to myself.

"You are one crazy bitch. Here's another needle. Do your right nipple”

I take the needle with no hesitation and place the tip against my right nipple with a demented desire to again push a half inch of the needle directly into my nipple. I push. The pain is glorious and sends another jolt to my cunt that sends me over the edge.

I can't take it any more. I explode.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhaggggggggggg."

I cum like I have never cum before. I gush all over his fist which is still pounding my cunt unmercifully. I am spent. Totally drained but I still ride the fist.

After a while he removes his fist from my cunt with a plop and stands back and laughs at me. I sit pathetically on the ground feeling the shame at the realization of what I have done and what I have become. I enjoyed myself. I am learning things about myself that I never knew. I am depraved. I enjoy pain. I enjoy being humiliated. I enjoy being abused and used. I loved jabbing my own tits. I got off on it. Jesus Christ, I drove two needles into my own nipples! What am I? I know I will never be the same.

I weep in shame.

He puts his hand up to my mouth and commands me to clean his hand. I lick all of my juices off of his hand and between his fingers. Every once in a while he'll slap me across the face and then command me to keep licking. After a while he tires of this and takes out a lighter.

The pins are still sticking out obscenely from the ends of my inch long nipples. As I continue to lick his hand, he applies heat to the pin in my left nipple. I can feel the heat rising, turning into a burning inside my nipple.

“You like that, don't you? You really get off on this,” he sneers as he moves the flame over to the other pin. Again, the heat builds sending a painful jolt to the core of my tortured nipple.

He alternates from my left nipple to my right nipple heating the pins just enough to bring me discomfort but not enough to do any real damage, and it is having an effect on me. The heat once again is building in my loins. My hips are moving, my cunt is dripping, looking for something to occupy it. I am again building to a climax. I again need to cum. Every time he heats a pin, it sends a jolt of electricity directly to my pussy. It's as if he has a direct line to my cunt. I push my tits out to him as an offering willing him to heat the pins.

What kind of a sicko am I becoming? I have sunk to a level where I need pain and humiliation to get off. Before this I use to be content to make love to Bill once a week. That was enough to satisfy me. Sometimes we went two weeks without making love. Now look at me. I'm a pain slut.

My breathing becomes heavy and labored. I'm sweating profusely. I'm so close, and he continues to apply heat to the pins in my nipples. I love it. I'm reaching a new high. I don't care how perverted this is. It feels good. No, it feels great.

“Yes,” I groan. “Heat those pins. Make them hotter.”

And then he suddenly stops. He pulls both pins out of my nipples and calls for the chambermaids.

“No, you can't stop now. I'm so close,” I scream as I reach down to finger my cunt and rub my clit. All I need is a minute.

Before my hand reaches my pussy, he slaps me across the face bringing me back to reality.

“Get your hands on your head. Spread your legs wide and arch that back,” he spits out as he directs me.

I obey immediately fearing the consequences.

“You'll not cum again tonight,” he whispers in my ear.

I'm broken and defeated. Something is happening to me. I'm not the person I use to be. I'm now nothing but a crazed slut. I cry pathetically.

I am taken back to my chambers where I am attended to and prepared for bed. Special attention is paid to my breasts with soothing antiseptic and healing ointment being liberally applied.

“Tonight we have a slight variation in your accommodations for the night thanks to that disobedient black slave,” explained Evelyn.

I soon find out what that variation is to be. No dildo is put in my cunt. My cunt will not be violated in order to give me time to heal. However one computerized dildo is slid up my ass. I regretfully realize that this will again be a sleepless night. Monique attaches a device to my pussy.

“This device is called a butterfly. It can do wonderful things to your clit. It is also computerized,” she says as she makes final adjustments and positions it.

She attaches my wrist cuffs to the corners of the bed.

“You sleep well, little slut,” says Monique as she leans over and passionately kisses me on the lips while stabbing her tongue into my mouth.

I feel a churning in my loins. All of a sudden the butterfly device attached to my clit comes alive, pulsating and stimulating it.

While Monique continues to explore my mouth with her tongue, Evelyn leans over and swirls her tongue around my left nipple. She looks up at me and says, “Tastes good,” and then takes my nipple in her mouth and sucks.

Oh god, it's happening again. I am so aroused. My hips are churning looking for release. Unexpectedly the dildo in my ass begins to gyrate – twisting and turning in my rectum. I'm approaching a climax. I close my eyes and let it build.

Suddenly Monique and Evelyn are gone. I open my eyes. They are standing by the door.

“Sleep well.”

They mock me. They take delight in my plight. The anal invader and the butterfly stop. All is quiet except my cunt is raging and on fire. It looks as if this is going to be a nightly routine. How long can I last? Sleep deprivation will soon take a toll on me. This constant state of horniness and always being on the edge of a climax will drive me insane. It's already driven me to willingly do unthinkable deeds.

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

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………

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.

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 7

I am awakened hourly throughout the night to be milked. At 6:00 AM. I get up to start my day not really getting much rest throughout the night due to the hourly milkings. I am told by the doctor that hourly milkings are necessary to increase milk production, and it’s working.  My milk production is increasing.  I have also been put on a prenatal vitamin.   

All of my shackles are removed, and I am bathed by my chambermaids. 

After my bath, I feel somewhat refreshed after the events of the night.  The flame in my pussy has subsided for the time being, but I have the feeling that it won’t take much to set me afire.

My wrist and collar restraints are replaced.  I put on a pair of over the knee boots with four inch heels. They have become my standard attire.  The leash is attached to my collar and I am ordered to crawl like a dog to the kitchen to be fed.

My breasts sway back and forth.  They have quickly filled since my last milking.  They are full and uncomfortable. 

I finally reach the kitchen and am famished.  A large bowl of food is placed before me on the floor.  I dive in eating ravenously.

Suddenly I feel a whack across my left cheek that is totally unexpected and catches me by surprise.

“Good morning, bitch,” says the black man standing behind me with a paddle.  This is the new man that took the place of the man that the Marquis was displeased with.  He looked meaner than the other man.  He certainly was bigger and not just in height.

“Assume the position,” he spits out.  I quickly sit up and place my hands behind my head and spread my knees as far as they will go.  This exposes and makes me vulnerable to him.  He walks in front of me and looks me up and down.

“You certainly are a big mother,” he says as he squeezes my tits.  I wince in pain.  “Oh, I see that these are milkers and they are full.”

He continues to squeeze my tits amusing himself at my expense. I try not to show the pain that I am in.

“Suck on this, motherfucker,” he commands as he stands and grabs my hair forcing my mouth over the tip of his large cock.  His cock has to be 2 1/2 inches in diameter.  It looks like a piece of summer sausage.  He continues to force his cock into my mouth and down my throat.  He is all business and shows no mercy.  My mouth is being stretched to the limit.  I’m afraid my lips will rip at the edges.  How far can they be parted?  They never had to accommodate a cock this large.

His cock is halfway into my mouth.  He moves his hips while holding my head and begins ramming in earnest.  He is turning my mouth into his private cunt.  I gag.  He withdraws and rams it in again.  I gag.  He seems to enjoy the discomfort he is causing me.  I begin to drool and foam at the mouth. My eyes are bulging out as he continues to ram his cock down my throat forcing me to take in more with each thrust.

At the same time he moves his bare left foot forward between my legs and works his toes between my pussy lips.  He wiggles his toes and moves them forward separating my lips.  Now, this I like.  My pussy has been ignored lately.

I amaze myself.  With his continued ramming, I have taken in almost his entire length with my drool coating his massive shaft.  I didn’t think my mouth would stretch open that far.  But he’s not done.  He continues to ram my mouth pushing further down my throat.  His foot has also been active working its way forward and pressing further into my pussy.  I try to spread my legs further apart to allow him better access to my cunt.  He needs no encouragement.  This is his intent.  He is unrelenting and continues to move his foot in and out of my pussy gaining further ground each time.  

He’s driving me wild.  I’m stuffed.  If I stopped to think about my situation, I might panic.  After all, his foot is a size 11 and is halfway in my love canal already.  That’s worst then fist fucking, and he’s not done yet.  My breasts sway back and forth and ache as the milk continues to build in my mammaries.

All of a sudden, all hell breaks loose.  He becomes a madman.  He quickens his pace and is violently shoving his prick down my throat at a rapid pace.  His only concern is getting off.  At the same time his foot is going crazy.   He is continually ramming his foot up my dilating cunt with great force lifting me off the floor with each thrust.  He has almost buried his foot up my cunt.

Then he cums and load after load of cum shoots from his massive cock down my throat into my belly.  It has no where to go but down.  There is no fear of losing any of his cum.  My mouth is stuffed to the hilt with his dick, and he won’t withdraw even an inch.  If I don’t swallow faster, I’m going to choke to death or drown in his cum.  What an epitaph!  The flow recedes and finally stops.  He is sated.

He withdraws his prick from my mouth and lets go of my hair.  He leans back with his hands on his hips and continues to work his foot in to my cunt.

“You like that, bitch, don’t you?”

My cunt is on fire and I don’t respond right away.  He bends down and slaps my left tit on the side.  Pain mixes with pleasure.

“Answer me when I speak to you, whore.”

He rears back and slaps my right tit.  More pain.  He continues to slap my tits with resounding slaps shooting pain through my bloated tits, but I don’t care.  My cunt is on fire and I’m ready to cum.

He senses that I am close to an orgasm.

“You like pain, don’t you, you pervert,” he says as he withdraws his foot from my cunt and retreats several steps.  He stands there and looks down on me with disdain.

“Oh God, please don’t stop,” I beg and cry.  “Please, please, make me cum.  I need to cum.  Shove your foot up my cunt, please.”

“Shut up and stop begging.”

I reach down and shove my fingers up my cunt trying to bring myself to a climax.  The black man kicks my hand from my cunt.  I moan and groan and grovel on the floor.  I am a pathetic sight.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself unless you’re told to.”  He looks at the chambermaids and says, “Take her away.  She’s pathetic.  A man can’t even eat in peace around here.”

I am led away by my leash, a pathetic sight, whimpering and moaning in pain and humiliation.  I am taken back to my chambers.   There my wrist restraints are attached to the chain overhead.  By means of a pulley the chain is raised until my arms are fully extended upward, and I am standing on my tiptoes.  The chambermaids leave.

This day is not getting off to a good start.  My body aches all over.  My cunt is still on fire.  My breasts hang heavily on my chest in desperate need of milking.  The sacks are full and must be emptied.  As my body produces more milk there is no place for it to go.  The Marquis must realize this.  He must know.  Of course, he does.  He knows I am in pain.  This pleases him, the sadistic bastard.  I cry.

At that moment one of the chambermaids enters.  She picks up some towels and before she leaves walks over to me.

“You were very fortunate this morning.”

“What do you mean?” I ask between sobs.

“One of the girls that the black man entertained yesterday didn’t fair as well as you did.

“What happened to her?”

“She’s dead.”

“Oh my God, no!”  I exclaim in horror.  “How?”

“Her cunt couldn’t accommodate his foot.  He ripped her apart and she bled to death.”

“Oh no.”

“Remember there are always those that have it worse than you do, no matter how bleak your circumstances might seem,” she says as she leaves the room.

I feel so sorry for that girl.  What a senseless way to lose your life. 

The Marquis enters and walks over to me with a smile on his face.

“Well, how are we feeling this morning, my dear Gwen?”

He feels my breasts and seems to approve of their tautness.  His hand wanders down to my cunt.  He rubs my clit and then inserts two fingers into my vagina as he continues to talk to me.

“Today should be very enlightening for you.”

I’m curious as to what he might mean, but I dare not ask.

I find out soon enough when I am taken to a room I haven’t been in before.  One wall is all glass which looks into another spacious room with a settee and a king size bed.  I am seated in a leather chair facing this glassed wall.  The back of the chair is arched. My arms are pulled behind the chair, and my leather wrist cuffs are attached to a short chain at the back of the chair.  My legs are drawn back and each ring on my boots is attached to the back leg of the chair spreading my legs wide and exposing my already battered cunt.  My leather collar is removed and replaced by a collar that is attached to the back of the chair. 

This is what I look like.  My back is arched to conform to the shape of the chair causing my tits to jut out and be prominently displayed.  They are full of milk and very sensitive.  My head is immobile because of the leather collar which holds it back against the chair.   My legs are spread wide and back in a painful position.  I am very uncomfortable.

One of the chambermaids then reaches under the chair and slides out the center portion of the seat.  This exposes my underside and takes away some of the support since I have only the edges of the chair supporting me.  Finally a ball gag is placed in my mouth and secured behind my head with the leather strap.  I am uncomfortable and this discomfort increases with each passing moment.  The human body was not meant to be contorted into all of these weird positions.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.  Comfortable, my dear?”

Silence. 

The Marquis squeezes my breasts and milk begins to ooze from my nipples.

“You are producing milk at a phenomenal rate.  This is excellent.  You were born to be a milkmaid.  We will have to milk you immediately.”

The chambermaids wheel in the portable milking machine and attach the cups to my areolas.  The machine springs to life with the flick of a switch and milk is drawn from my bloated tits.  The cups continue to suck on my nipples drawing out the sweet nectar.

“We also have other business we need to attend to.  Our guests are arriving.  Direct your attention to the scene that unfolds before your eyes,” says the Marquis.

I look straight forward as directed and see a beautiful young woman dressed in a smart business suit seated on the settee.  What happens next shocks me.  My husband walks into the room and over to this woman.  Why is my husband here?  Maybe he had a change of heart and is coming to rescue me.  I can hear every word they say as if I am in the room with them.

“Well, Maxine, do you have my money?” says my husband.

“It’s all there, Bill.  $100,000 I believe, is the agreed upon amount,” says Maxine as she rises.

“Why, here, though?  Couldn’t we have arranged this meeting closer to home?” Bill asks.

“I only follow orders, Bill.  The Marquis said that business transactions are to take place here at the mansion under his supervision.  If you have a problem with that, talk to him. “

“No, no, it really doesn’t matter.  I just thought it would have been simpler elsewhere.”

“Well, you received quite a handsome amount for your wife,” Maxine says as she wraps her arms around Bill’s neck and kisses him.

I break down in tears.  He did this to me.  I was suffering now because of his greed.  And now the Marquis is ready to give me an enema after hooking up the milking machine to my breasts.  I feel betrayed and used as this woman kisses my husband.

“Yeah, $100,000 was too tempting. I hope I made the right decision.” 

Bill gently squeezes Maxine’s breast as they embrace.

“Do you know what they’re going to do with her?”  Maxine asks.

“Burrows didn’t go into a lot of detail, but he talked about training her and possible selling her on the white slave market.  I didn’t pay too much attention.  I was too busy thinking about what I was going to do with the money.”

“Oh, they’ve been training her all right.  As a matter of fact she has become completely subservient thanks to some hard discipline. “

“Hard discipline?”

I cry as the bulb is inflated in my rectum, and the warm solution begins to fill me.  How could he do this to me?

“Actually your wife is here.”

“You’re crazy?  How could she be?”

“This is where the Marquis trains all of his slaves.”

“Slave?”

“Yes, she has become his slave.  As a matter of fact, the Marquis is administering an enema to your wife right at this moment.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because he told me.  Actually, your wife is observing this whole scene.”

“Wait a minute.  I was told she would never know what happened?”  Bill says in dismay.

“Does it really make a difference, Bill?  Can she do anything about it?” Maxine asks as she grabs Bill’s cock.  “Let me suck on this for you.”

Maxine drops down on her knees in front of Bill and unbuckles his belt, undoes his zipper, and lets his pants fall to the floor.  She is going to blow him with me watching.  As she sucks on his dick, the enema continues to fill be.  My stomach is bloated.  My tits are also drained as the last of the white milk drains from the tubes into the stainless steel container.  The Marquis removes the cups from my breasts.

“Don’t they make a nice couple?  Look how delicately she sucks on his cock.”

The Marquis reaches down and squeezes and pinches my nipples.  The enema is still filling me.  I am very uncomfortable.  I wish I was dead.  Bill screams out as he comes in Maxine’s mouth.  She swallows hungrily.  Maxine then licks his dick clean and rises.

“Mmmm.  That tastes good.  You can come in my mouth anytime.”

“Honey, you know how to suck cock.”

“Did your wife suck cock as good as I do?”  Maxine asks.

“My wife didn’t suck cock,” says Bill.

“Oh, I think she does.  She’s sucked a lot of cock since she’s been here.”

“You’re kidding.  I could never get her to do anything like that,” Bill said sadly.

“I guess it takes a little friendly persuasion.”

I don’t believe they’re talking about me like this. 

“Would you like to see her?”  Maxine asks.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Bill says as he kisses Maxine.

“No, really, I can arrange it, a final goodbye.”

“Would Burrows allow that?”

“That’s what the Marquis wants.  It’s part of her training.  He wants to teach her humility under all circumstances.”

I don’t believe this.  I don’t want to see the bastard, and I certainly don’t want him to see me like this.  It’s humiliating.  It’s degrading.

“I guess so,” Bill says. 

“Go push the button next to the mirror,” Maxine says in a soft, sexy voice.

Bill walks over to the mirror and pushes the button.  I could no longer see them.  The window has turned into a mirror.   I see myself bound to the chair with an enema sticking up my ass.  My stomach is bloated from the amount of fluid that had been forced in to my rectum.

Then it dawns on me what is happening.  Their mirror has turned into a window.  Bill is watching me being degraded and abused.  He sees me tied to this chair.  He sees the enema up my ass.  He sees my arms bound forcing my tits to jut out.  He sees my legs spread wide and bound to the legs of the chair.  I am humiliated.  I feel shame.

Suddenly the mirror returns and I see Bill and Maxine once again.

“That was Gwen?  Oh my God, what happened to her?”

“She’s in training.”

“Is she always bound up like that?”

“Oh she is bound in many positions.  She has also been fucked in every hole.  She has experienced just about every sex act imaginable.”

“This is incredible!  I really didn’t have any ideas she would be treated like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know, so cruelly.  After all, she is my wife.  I guess I only thought of the money and not what might happen to her.”

“Why don’t you see her one last time, Bill?”  Maxine asks.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.  I’m not sure I could face her, “Bill responds.

“Well, let me see if something can be arranged,” Maxine says with a thoughtful look on her face.

The Marquis laughs as I look on in disbelief.

“Yes, I knew he would want to see you again, Gwen.  This is perfect.”

I am uncomfortable.  The pressure in my stomach is unbelievable. Cramps are setting in. I have to go to the bathroom so bad.   There is no release.  The inflated bulb prevents even a drop of liquid from escaping.  I am again at the Marquis’s mercy.

“You will see your husband one more time, and it won’t be a pleasant meeting.  Not for you anyway, Gwen.  He will have his way with you as a final goodbye.  You will see exactly how little he cares for you.”

I sob uncontrollably.  What a cruel and inhumane thing to do.  I have done all that he commands and he still degrades me.

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

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.

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 9

Note: This story is total fantasy. It does not reflect real-life situations involving real people.  Furthermore, my own personal opinion is that all sexual interaction between individuals (in real life) should take place on an entirely consensual basis.  And now with that said on with the story…..

A week has passed and I am almost fully recovered.  During the past week I am closely supervised by my chambermaids, and often teased and taunted by them.  My pussy and anus are off limits so that they might fully heal.  The only attention they receive are the healing ointments that are applied.  

The negative affect of all this is that I am highly aroused.  My clit is very sensitive and constantly throbs it is so hard.  It has been a whole week since I have been allowed to cum.

In the evening particular attention is paid to how I am dressed since the Marquis will soon be here.  Tonight I am dressed in black leather.  The leather of my over the knee boots feels so good against my thighs. 

When the Marquis enters, I stand and assume the proper standing position – feet apart, hands locked behind my head, and my breasts thrust forward.

He walks over to me and looks me up and down.  “Well, Gwen, I hope this past week has been a relaxing one for you.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply.

He squeezes my left nipple while whispering in my ear, “This morning your car went over a ravine and down an embankment on Route 374 just outside of your hometown.  The car was destroyed by fire. The driver’s body was burned beyond recognition, however, dental records show conclusively that the driver of that vehicle was you, Gwendolyn Donohue.”

What is he saying?  My car went over a ravine.

“You see, Gwen, in the eyes of the world you are dead.  There truly is no turning back, now.”   

I listen to the Marquis in disbelief.  Anyone I ever loved or knew now thinks that I am dead.  This truly gives him free reign to do to me what he pleases with no repercussions of any kind.  Oh my God, what have I done?  I know that I will revel in any bizarre thing he does to me no matter how much it may initially disgust me, but to do it knowing there are no consequences to him at all!   Panic invades my thoughts.  Will I be able to survive?  What new and bizarre adventures are in store for me?  How much more can my poor body take?

He then sucks on my nipple drinking the sweet nectar.  I feel a twinge in my private parts.  My clit is tingling as I get aroused.

“One thing that I need to take care of immediately is the issue of body hair.”

“All my body hair has been removed, sir,” I say.

“Not all, dear Gwen,” he replies.

I look at him confused.  I have no more body hair.  His depilating cream took care of that.  It’s all gone.

“I don’t understand,” I say questioningly.

He becomes irritated as he says, “You don’t need to understand.”  He viciously twists my left nipple.  I cry out in pain.

“Get on your knees.  Spread you legs.  I want your cunt fully exposed, and lock your hands behind your head. 

“Monique, bring me my riding crop.”

I do as commanded totally vulnerable to the Marquis.  My tits jut out begging for attention as they sway on my chest now filled with sweet nectar.  He smacks the side of my right tit with his crop.  He then smacks the side of my left tit. I wince in pain. They sway to and fro with milk seeping out of my aroused nipples. He gets great satisfaction out of my discomfort.

“Monique, bring that floor length mirror here so that the slut can see,” he commands.

Monique rolls the mirror over and places it in front of me.

The Marquis stands behind me, bends down, and places his mouth close to my ear.

“Look in the mirror, Gwen.”

I look in the mirror at myself with fear in my eyes.

“Do you see any hair?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“My head.”

“Yes, very good.  There’s hair on your head. He taps my head with his riding crop. What do you think we should do about that hair?” He runs his fingers through my hair.

I don’t want to do anything with my hair.  I love my hair.  I have hair to die for. My long golden tresses have always been a source of pride for me.

“I don’t know,” I stammer.

“You don’t know?”  He reaches around and smacks the side of my right tit with his crop and then does the same to the side of my left tit in quick succession.  “Wrong answer!”

Oh my God, he can’t seriously be thinking of cutting my hair off.  I would look like a freak – a large - titted bald bimbo.  My heart is racing.  Removing my pubic hair is one thing, but to remove my beautiful golden tresses would be devastating.  I would look so bizarre.  I would look like something on the Sci Fi channel.

“Gwen, do I like hair?” he whispers in my ear as he reaches around and strokes my clit with the crop. 

No, sir, you don’t,” I reply.

“Right,” he says as he continues to stroke my clit.  I’m getting aroused.  “What do we do with hair I don’t like?” he taunts.  He moves the crop down separating my pussy lips and probing my hole.

I know what he wants me to say.  Why doesn’t he just do it?  Why must I say it?  I know I have no choice.  I’m going to lose my beautiful hair forever.  He wants to turn me into a freak.  He wants to humiliate and debase me in every way possible, and there’s nothing I can do about it. 

I’m aroused.  My cunt is on fire.  I can’t think straight.  He’s waiting for an answer as he strokes my fire.  I must answer, and there is only one answer.

“We get rid of it.”

“Right!  So, is there something you want to ask me to do for you?” he whispers in my ear as he continues to stroke my clit and tongue my ear.

No! No!  He’s going to make me ask him to do the one thing I would never think of doing to myself - the cruelty of it all.  I have no choice.  I made the decision to stay.  I had my chance to leave this madness, and I didn’t.  I have only myself to blame. 

“Sir, please cut my hair,” I force myself to say.

“Are you sure, Gwen?  Is this what you really want?” he chides me.

Of course, I don’t want this.  I love my golden tresses.  You and your games; you are forcing me to beg for that which I don’t want.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper.

“Very well.  Monique, bring over the cart!” he says as he rises, standing behind me.

“You’ve made a very wise decision, my dear,” he chuckles as he combs my hair together as if to make a pony tail.

Emotionally I’m a wreck.  I’m very highly aroused, and at the same time so scared at what he’s about to do.

Holding my hair gathered together at the top of my head, he picks up the scissors and places it at the base of the gathered hair.  One snip and my long tresses are gone.

“Watch, Gwen, as I rid you of your hair.  Watch me transform you into a new woman,” he says as he cuts off my golden tresses.

They’re gone!  He holds my hair in his left hand which he now deposits in a wastebasket.  All that remains are short pieces of hair all over my head.  He now picks up electric clippers and proceeds to shear off the remaining hair.

Next my head is dampened with a warm wet cloth and shaving cream is applied.  The Marquis stands in front of me, making sure not to block the mirror. 

“Watch, Gwen,” he says as he turns my head back towards the mirror with the riding crop. “I want you to watch.” 

Monique takes the straight razor and proceeds to shave my head bald.  Tears escape down my cheek as I stare in the mirror looking at the bizarre proceedings.  Oh my God, what is happening to me. 

The count removes his slacks and underwear. He stands before me.  “Don’t you think you should express your gratitude to me for fulfilling your wishes?”

I take his huge dick in my mouth, and he rams it down my throat in one thrust.  He holds it deep in my throat while Monique finishes shaving my head.  I continue to cry silently.  I can’t breathe.  He’s cutting off my air supply.  I try to push off – to get some air, but I can’t. His grip is too strong. 

“Ah, Gwen, what a commotion you are going to cause at our next gathering,  You know, if you had not asked me to rid you of your hair, I wouldn’t have done it,” he chuckles as he releases my head and allows me to get some air.

He then applies the debilitating cream to my head.

I cry for it is too late.  The cream is already destroying my hair follicles. Hair will never grow on my head again.  I have reached another point of no return.  The Marquis satisfied with himself continues to fuck my mouth with abandon. 

“Claire, bring over the milking machine.  Our little slut is way past due.”

There is a flurry of activity around me as Monique cleans up from my hair debauchery, and Claire brings over the milking machine.  Claire reaches down and squeezes and kneads my nipples making them hard. The fire in my cunt is burning out of control.  Once more I feel a need to cum.  The cups are placed over my areolas and the machine springs to life sucking the sweet nectar from my tits.

God that feels good.  There’s something arousing about having your tits milked.  My pussy is overheating.  If only I could reach down there and satisfy my craving.  No one seems to be watching.  The Marquis has left the room, and Claire is busy adjusting the pressure on the milking machine.  I slowly take my right hand off my head and slide it down toward my clit.  God that feels good.  I rub and pinch my clit sending chills up my spine.

SMACK!  Claire slaps me across the face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?  Haven’t you been told to never touch yourself?  Answer me,” she demands as she slaps me again.

“I’m sorry,” I sob.

Claire slaps me again.  “I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, madam,” I quickly respond in frustration.

“That’s better, you big-titted bimbo.”  She then removes the suction cups from my tits and takes the machine away.

“I’ll be back to deal with you in a minute.  Don’t you dare even think about moving your hands from your head, you pathetic piece of shit.”

Claire’s a monster.  What did I do that was so wrong?   Life is not going to be easy with her around.  Life isn’t going to be easy anyway.  It really doesn’t matter.

Claire returns and orders me to stand up.

“Spread your legs wide,” she says as she kicks me feet wider apart.  She then takes a four inch leather belt and puts it on me.  She secures my wrists to the two cuffs located on the side of the belt. 

“That should keep your hands out of trouble,” she says as she rubs my cunt.  She nuzzles up close to be and runs her hands all over my body feeling my tits, caressing my ass, and penetrating my vagina with two fingers.  I’m overheating and begin to rotate my hips.

“Is that better, baby,” she whispers in my ear as she probes my pussy looking for my G-Spot.  “Do you need to cum?”

I’m on fire. God, this is wonderful.  She’s found my G-Spot, and I’m going crazy.  I’m so close.

“Are you close?” she asks whispering in my ear.

“Oh, yes” I say as she probes my ear with her tongue.

“How close, love?” she asks as her left hand leaves my pussy and travels slowly up to my breast.

“Real close, madam,” I coo.

She backs off and punches me in the stomach.  She then grabs me by the nipples and twists them viciously.

I scream out in pain.

“That’s too bad.  The Marquis says you can’t cum,” she sneers as I break down and cry in frustration.

At that point the Marquis enters the room.

“Is something the matter here?”

“No, sir, I’m just finishing up with her milking,” says Claire respectfully to the count.

He looks at me and then at Claire who busies herself cleaning up.

What can I say?  If I tell him what Claire did, she’ll just take it out on me later.  I sob and say nothing.

“I want her prepared for bed.  Call Monique and Evelyn and tell them to be quick about it.”

Monique and Evelyn prepare me for bed.  I’m allowed to take a bath and soak.  While I’m bathing I can overhear them talking about my bald head.  I can’t make out exactly what they’re saying, but every once in a while they look over at me while they’re talking.  I feel so self-conscious.  The reality of the whole situation is just beginning to sink in.  I will never have long beautiful hair again.  Never!  I am filled with sorrow.

After my bath, I am strapped down in bed and made immobile.  By this time I probably don’t have to tell you that I am restrained and have very limited movement.  Debilitating cream is again applied to my head for extra measure, although I don’t know why they bother.  No hair has grown back on any other area of my body, and I’ve only had one treatment everywhere else.

The marquis returns to the room and approaches me.  This is unusual for him to be here this late in the evening.

“I’ve noticed that your nipples are fairly long, Gwen, but not long enough.  They are approximately an inch in length, and I want then to be at least one and a quarter inches long - actually the longer the better.  A longer nipple is much easier to suck on, and a few of my guests complained the other night.  So I have come up with a solution to the problem – an ingenious little invention.”

With that he produces two small wire mesh cones.  They are circular at the bottom with a circumference the size of my areolas.  They taper up to the size of my nipple.  Their height is a little over an inch and a quarter. They look kind of like a small ice cream cone.  The Marquis places one over my left nipple and pushes down into the meat of my tit which forces the nipple up into the tapered end.  When it is fully inserted, he takes a metal pin and inserts it through the mesh, and then through the piercing in my nipple, and out the other side. Clips similar to those found on pierced earrings hold the pin in place.  When the Marquis releases the cone, my nipple is stretched out a full inch and a quarter. He repeats the procedure on my other nipple.

“There, after a few weeks of wearing those at night, you’re nipples should be stretched out nicely.”

I am very much aware of my nipples.  They are extremely sensitive and these cones raise my awareness acutely.  The effect isn’t unpleasant, but adds to my sexual frustration which is becoming the norm except for those rare occasions when it serves the Marquis’s purposes to have me cum.

With that, I am left alone for the night.  I am left with my own disturbing thoughts, trying to make sense out of all that has happened to me this day.

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 10

Note: This story is total fantasy. It does not reflect real-life situations involving real people.  Furthermore, my own personal opinion is that all sexual interaction between individuals (in real life) should take place on an entirely consensual basis.  And now with that said on with the story…..

Today (day 20 of my captivity) I am placed on a supervised training program. Every morning I am to walk two miles on an indoor quarter mile track.  I also am put on a cardiovascular training program including crunches, push-ups, and an aerobics workout.  This will take place after my walk.  Obviously the Marquis wants me in prime physical condition. 

On the first day of training after I am milked, Monique brings in my workout outfit.  First of all I wear light blue over the knee socks.  The Marquis obviously has a thing for over the knee apparel.  My sneakers are four inch high platforms which at best are uncomfortable.  I wear nothing in my genital area but I am allowed to wear a push-up bra to relieve some of the strain on my huge milk bloated tits.  Now when fully loaded my tits expand from a DD to a G cup.

After I am dressed, the Marquis comes in to inspect me before I walk. 

“Well, with a few modifications, I think you’ll be ready to walk,” he says.  “Evelyn, bring the Duotone balls.”

Evelyn picks up a square box and brings it over to the Marquis.  The Marquis opens the box and takes out two balls that are joined together with a piece of cord.  They are actually two ball bearings that are encased in a slightly larger plastic sphere. These plastic spheres are then covered with silicone. He taps the inside of my legs with his riding crop.

“Spread your legs,” he says impatiently to me.  Evelyn gives him a pair of latex gloves which he puts on.  She then squeezes a liberal amount of K jelly in his hand and he covers the balls with it.  Then he reaches down and spreads my labia inserting two fingers into my pussy.  After loosening me up, he inserts one of the balls into my vagina and lets one hang out.

“There, you are ready. These, dear Gwen, are called Duotone balls.  Some of the most exquisite stimulation from duotone balls can be had by just placing one in the vagina while letting another hang out like I did with you. This will ensure that the most sensitive area of the vagina is stimulated while allowing the duotone balls to rock to their maximum effect, and they certainly will do that as you walk two miles.  These will be inserted into your vagina every morning before your walk,” he snickers as he sees my distress.

I thought I would have a reprieve from all this sexual stimulation.  I was looking forward to these morning walks.  But once again the Marquis has managed to find a way to focus my thoughts.  Already as I am walking to the track, the stimulation to my cunt is exquisite.  My clit is itching and on fire.  My clit is again the center of my universe.

When we arrive at the track, Evelyn puts a two inch belt around my waist.  My wrists are secured to the belt at my spine with D Rings.  This forces my boobs to jut out as I am forced to lean backwards.

“Enjoy your walk.  This first day let’s try for a 16 minute mile, and then we’ll reduce the time as you get into the program.  GO!”

I start walking around the track with my boobs bouncing up and down.  My stride is awkward since it is difficult to walk in four inch platforms that force me to walk on the balls of my feet. The balls of my feet become sore and it becomes more difficult to walk. The one ball hanging outside of my vagina swings to and fro forcing the ball within to rock in the opposite direction.  I am so aroused. My cunt is dripping with my secretions before I complete one lap – seven more to go. 

You’re falling behind.  Quicken up your pace, slut,” commands the Marquis.

I quicken my pace to maintain a 16 minute mile.  It is difficult because the pain in the balls of my feet is getting increasingly worse.  I feel like a ballerina running a race.  The walls around the track are lined with mirrors, and I notice myself for the first time.  Oh my God, is that really me?  What a bizarre sight I present.  I look like a slut with my huge breasts bouncing on my chest and swaying like jello even with the support of the pushup bra.  My pussy is dripping constantly while my clitoris is enlarged and prominently on display.  There is a sway to my hips caused by the platform sneakers that becomes more prominent as I pick up my pace.  My bizarre looking bald head fills me with sadness. 

I have fallen behind and there is only one lap left.  My tits are gleaming with sweat as I press on.  There is a crack of a whip and suddenly my ass is on fire.  I stumble forward caught off guard by the unexpected blow.

“Faster, slut.  You have 45 seconds to make up,” Monique shouts as the whip cracks once again.   I move as fast as I can in fear of the whip.  Oh, how my feet ache.

I finish the two mile walk thirteen seconds off pace.  The Marquis is furious.

“What is your problem?  I purposely give you a slow pace, and you can’t even maintain that.  What do you have to say for yourself?” scolds the Marquis.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” I cry as I try to catch my breath. 

“Release her hands and get that bra off her.”  Monique moves quickly to release my hands from the belt and remove my bra.

“Get your hands locked behind your head, you incompetent,” spits the Marquis.

I move quickly to obey for he has fire in his eyes.  My breasts jut out as I lock my hands behind my head.  Emotionally I’m a mess.  My cunt is on fire, yet I am filled with fear of what he will do to me.  I stand wobbling on my four inch high platform sneakers.

“You owe me thirteen seconds, and I plan to collect them - every one of them.  You are to count out each second as it is paid back.  Do you understand?” he hisses.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper.

“He produces a leather covered paddle that is about the size of a pin pong paddle but with a much longer handle.  He rears back and smacks the side of my left tit. SMACK!

I groan in pain.  Several seconds pass.  As the sting subsides, the Marquis screams and then assaults my tits with a barrage of blows. SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!  I drop to my knees in pain crying hysterically.

The Marquis drops the paddle and walks away in disgust.

“Take her to her room and finish her exercises there,” he says.  As an afterthought he turns and says, “Call me when she’s done.  Be sure she’s bathed and milked first.”

I feel like an utter failure.  The chambermaids pull me to my feet and return me to my room.  There I go through 45 minutes of high impact aerobics, and finish with 75 crunches which will be increased daily.  For the rest of my life, this is how my day will begin.  I now realize there is a price to pay for not performing to the Marquis’s expectations.  He has an extremely low boiling point that is not easily appeased.

When I am done exercising, Claire arrives with the milking machine.  I stand with my hands locked behind my head and my legs spread.  This seems to be Claire’s favorite position when I am milked.  She caresses my nipples and they quickly stiffen under her expert manipulation. She moves behind me, still caressing my breasts while kissing the nape of my neck, running her tongue up and down.

“I heard you were a bad girl today,” she whispers in my ear as she squeezes my bloating overfilled tits.  “These puppies are really full.  Do you want them milked?”

“Yes, madam, please.  They are very uncomfortable.”

“Too bad,” she says as her hand snakes down towards my clit. My clit is extremely sensitive and hard as a rock.  It sticks out begging for attention. I moan as she brushes her finger against it as she continues to kiss her way down my back.  I’m on fire.  She’s everywhere.  Her lips roam across my ass, and then she leaves a trail of kisses on my inner thigh as she works her way up towards my pussy.  She lightly grazes my clit with her tongue.  It is as if a bolt of electricity is coursing through my body.  She continues to tease me by blowing on my clit.

“My, what a big clit you have.  It is so hard and so sensitive, isn’t it?  It sticks out from your hood just like a little prick,” she taunts me as she blows on my clit. 

She’s driving me insane.  I feel like I’m losing my mind.  My whole being is focused on that little hard nub between my legs begging to be kissed, sucked, licked, bitten…  That is my universe.

She continues to blow on my clit and every so often snakes out her tongue and lightly touches it.  My hips gyrate begging her to devour my pussy.  She only continues to taunt me neglecting her duties that the Marquis has assigned her to perform.  My neglected mammaries continue to fill with milk.  They are getting harder and ache from not being milked. 

I am an emotional wreck.  I need to cum or I will go insane.  There is nothing more important to me then to cum and cum now.  I live to cum.  I am a perverted nympho that wants release.  I reach down for Claire’s head hoping to pull it into my begging cunt.

“Get those hands back behind your head, bitch,” she hisses as she rises and smacks my left tit.  “Don’t you ever try that again!  You do only as you are told.”

“It’s not your job to…” she slaps be across the face before I can finish.

“As long as the Marquis doesn’t find out, I can do anything I want to you.  I don’t think you’re going to say anything to him, are you?” she sneers as she viciously twists my aching nipples. 

Get on your knees, now!  Get your hands back behind your head.  Stick out that chest. Spread your legs wide,” she snaps out commands as she kicks my legs apart.

This can’t be happening.  It’s bad enough that I’m abused by the Marquis, but not by this chambermaid.  She’s taking advantage of me and my situation.

She leans over and softly kisses my bald head.  “That’s better.  I understand your frustration.  I see how hard your big clit is.  I know you ache for release.  I really do,” she soothingly whispers as she continues to kiss and tongue my bald head.   She kisses me on the lips as her left hand trails down to my genitals and grazes my clit.  I shiver. 

“I love your bald head.  It turns me on so much especially with those fucking huge tits you have.  By the way, do your tits ache?  They feel so hard and full.”

I know she’s playing with my emotions, but there’s nothing I can do.  I’m helpless.  I’m at her mercy until the Marquis finds out what she’s up to, but I don’t dare tell.  If he doesn’t believe me, my life will become more of a living hell then it already is. 

She stands as she continues to rub my head.  She moves closer and raises her short skirt only to reveal her naked cunt.  She’s dripping wet.  She’s getting off seeing me suffer.

“I know how you feel, Gwen,” she whispers as she grinds her cunt into my face.  “Eat me.  Stick your tongue in my pussy and eat me. Suck on my clit and make it hard.  Make love to my pussy. Pretend that this is me eating your cunt.” 

She continues to grind her cunt into my face as I lick and suck on her clit.  My tongue travels up and down her labia driving her closer to her climax.  I find her hole and stab my tongue in as she grinds my face further into her cunt.  I can’t breath. She’s suffocating me with her pussy and won’t let me have any air.  I try to pull my head back when all of a sudden she quivers exploding into a climax.  Her moans fill the air.  She backs off slightly so I can now breathe.

“Lick my pussy, baby.  Don’t stop.  That feels so good.  I love the way you lick me,” she taunts me as she comes down from her massive climax.  “That’s it, lick me clean.  Pretend that it’s your pussy being licked”

I lick all of her juices cleaning her thoroughly wishing that it was my cunt being licked.  My pussy aches with desire.  My neglected clit is throbbing.

Claire stands and straightens her skirt.  At that moment Monique walks in from the other room.

“Why isn’t she milked yet?  The Marquis is impatiently waiting and she still needs to be bathed and fed,” Monique says accusingly.

“I had problems with the machine.  I think it’s Ok now. I was just about to test it,” Claire convincingly lies to Monique.

“Well, you better hurry up.  He’s in a foul mood.”

Claire attaches the suction cups to my over engorged mammaries and starts the machine.  She has a smug look on her face.  The pump comes to life and starts to suck the milk from my overfull tits.  I can feel the relief as the sacs begin to empty.  My pussy is still on fire.  My clit is more sensitive then ever. There’s an itch down there that I can’t make go away.

Claire moves behind me, snaking one hand slowly towards my naked cunt and the other rubbing my lower tummy. 

“You were wonderful,” she coos in my ear.  “I love what your tongue does to my cunny.  Don’t you wish I had time to do that to you?”

Her index finger lightly touches my clit sending bolts of electricity through my pussy.  She tongues my ear further driving me to frustration.  I want to cum so bad. 

She adjusts the pump and increases the flow of milk.  I can see my tit flesh being sucked and contracted in the clear plastic cups. 

Monique and Evelyn return to prepare my bath and lay out my clothes for the remainder of the day.  Claire is on her best behavior for the remainder of the milking. 

After a well deserved lunch, I bathe and dress.  More debilitating cream is rubbed into my scalp.  I still don’t understand why so many applications are necessary.  Maybe the Marquis is afraid a stray hair might grow on my head.  It’s ironic that I had long beautiful hair all of my life, and now I will be bald until the day I die.  Something inside of be died the day my head was shaved, and there is now an emptiness inside.

Monique inspects me.  I am wearing red today.  My over the knee boots with four inch heels are made of the finest leather and match my wrists cuffs and neck bracelet.  My makeup is conservative except for the slut red lipstick.

I am still at a high state of arousal.  My clitoris is throbbing and aching and still standing out like a little prick.  I don’t think it’s lost its rigidity in days.  How long can that continue?  It’s been eight days since my last orgasm, and since that time I’ve been kept in a constant state of arousal. 

Monique is acting strange.  She stands in front of me looking me up and down licking her lips.

“You look so fucking hot,” she says as she runs her hands up and down my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. “I saw what Claire did to you earlier.  I also saw what you did to Claire.” 

She then runs her tongue around my areolas.  She kisses her way down my abdomen pausing at my navel while she tongues it.  She continues lower snaking her tongue around my huge clit which sticks out prominently from its hood, but she never touches it with her tongue.  I am so hot.  I am ready to burst.  My clit is quivering taking on a life of its own.  Pussy juice is dripping from my cunt.

“Spread your legs wider,” she hisses. 

I obey spreading my legs further apart as she kisses the inside of my thigh – first the left one and then the right.  I’m so close.   Just a little longer.  She grazes my clit with her tongue as she rises.  I shiver.  My legs are shaking.  I’m so aroused.  Her hands are all over me. She runs her hands over my bald head as she stabs her tongue down my throat. She then quickly backs off.  She stands there staring at me, looking me in the eyes. 

My body is on fire.  I’m so close.  I need to cum.  Why are you standing there doing nothing?  Are you fucking with my mind?  

“Make me cum, madam.  Pease make me cum,” I beg.

“You can’t cum, slut.  The Marquis would have my head.  But there’s nothing to say I can’t make you feel good and you can make me feel good too,” she says as she squeezes my breasts and tweaks my nipples.

You’re close.  I can tell,” she whispers in my ear as she suddenly twists my nipples hard sending bolts of searing pain through my body.

“NO! NO! NO! Don’t do that!”  I cry.

SMACK!  She slaps me across the face.  “Don’t you dare raise your voice to me. Sit in that chair.  Spread your legs.”

I obey.

There is an awkward moment of silence.  She slowly walks up to me while unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her naked tits.  She squeezes her nipples making them rock hard.

She caresses my head and draws me toward her left nipple.

“There, let’s be nice to each other.  Kiss my breast,” she calmly directs me.  She continues to rub my head as I suck on her nipples and kiss the meat of her tit. Tears flood my eyes and roll down my cheeks on to her breasts.  She learned the game.  She’s going to take advantage of me as Claire did.  I lightly bite her nipples finding it strangely arousing to me.  She takes my right hand and places it on her naked cunt under her skirt.

“Make love to me with your fingers, Gwen.  Squeeze my clit, penetrate my pussy with your fingers,” she coos and urges me on as she caresses my head with her lips.

She’s being so nice to me and driving me crazy by kissing my naked head.  I run my fingers over her pussy separating the labia and seeking out her entrance.  She’s wet, and the flow increases as I probe her fuck hole with first one finger and then two.  She encourages me with her kisses and lightly grazes my pussy with her knee which makes me shiver.

She’s now grinding her cunt on my fingers encouraging me to penetrate her deeper and deeper and harder and harder.  She holds my head in her hands as she fucks herself on my hand bearing down harder and harder demanding deeper and deeper penetration.  I bury three fingers up her cunt and saw them in and out.  The attention her cunt is receiving my poor pussy is begging for but does not receive.

“Oh God, I’m cuming,” she screams as she quickens her pace.  She’s out of control grinding down on my hand encourage me to fuck her cunt faster and harder.  Finally she backs away.

“God, that was good.  Get down on your knees,” Monique commands as her tone of voice changes.  “Lick my pussy clean.  Be sure to get every drop.”

I clean her messy cunt with my tongue savoring the sweet nectar she has discharged.  She moans in satisfaction as her body shivers.

“Now, suck your fingers clean,” she demands.

She then commands me to rise.  She buttons her blouse and straightens her skirt.  “What happened here must never leave this room?”

I am silent.

She rears back and backhands me across the face landing a stinging blow.

“You do understand, don’t you, Gwen?” she again asks.

“Yes, madam,” I respond trembling, feeling used and abused.

“Good,” she coos as she kisses my cheek.  “The Marquis wishes to see you.  Remember not a word. Nothing happened here.”

She reapplies my make-up in preparation for me to see the Marquis.  She inspects my attire to make sure all is in order.  The Marquis is a fanatic about detail.  I sit and wait with my legs spread wide and my hands locked behind my head.  My clit is throbbing and aching for release.  I need to cum!  I need to cum!  This one thought plagues my mind.  He makes me a sex object but doesn’t let me enjoy the benefits of it.

I wait sitting in that position for two hours, but the Marquis never makes an appearance.  How I wish I could put my legs together and rub my clit, but I don’t dare even try.

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Each day blends into the next. At one time I knew how long I had been held captive here by the Marquis, now I don’t really know.  I think it’s been almost a month but I’m not sure. All I know is I have not cum since that night my husband was here.  It seems like such a long time ago. 

The Marquis has not made another appearance all week since the incident at the track.  I have been cared for, if you can call it that, by my chambermaids and milked on schedule.  They seem to take delight in my suffering and use me for their own gratification.  I watch them constantly cum while my poor neglected pussy drools and begs for attention. 

My clit constantly aches now.  It is always hard and a constant source of irritation to me.  My nipples are also extremely sensitive, and now stand out a full inch and a quarter on their own thanks to the stretching cones that are attached to them every night.  I continue to exercise every day. My daily walks are especially difficult because of the duotone balls which constantly keep me on the edge but don’t provide the release that I so desperately need.  Also, the four inch heels are starting to transform my feet.  My arch is changing.  I don’t think I could walk in a normal shoe anymore even if I wanted to.  My dreams are filled with all manner of creatures bringing me to glorious orgasm after orgasm until I wake up and am faced with the true state of affairs.  The stark reality is that I haven’t cum in over two weeks and would probably do just about anything for release.

I fall off to sleep now thinking tomorrow will be better.

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 11

Note: This story is total fantasy. It does not reflect real-life situations involving real people.  Furthermore, my own personal opinion is that all sexual interaction between individuals (in real life) should take place on an entirely consensual basis.  And now with that said on with the story…..

Another week passes, and I have an audience with the Marquis today.  It’s mid morning and I’m on my way to his drawing room.  My daily routine has not changed as I am still on a rigorous training program.  My calves have become very hard I think due to a combination of the daily walks and the four inch heels I am required to wear.  An odd curiosity is that I find it hard to walk flat footed since my feet have been forced to arch as a result of having to wear such high heels for as long as 16 hours a day.  It looks as if the hair removal has worked since no hair has grown anywhere on my body. 

My nipples are acutely sensitive due to the constant stimulation and regular milking.  I am now milked in two hour intervals twenty-four hours a day.  There is usually very little variation in this routine – up until now anyway.

I have not been allowed to cum.  My clit is hard and very sensitive.  I can’t allow anything to touch it without my pussy going into convulsions.  My pussy constantly drips.  I am routinely abused and used by the chambermaids whenever they get the opportunity.  My thoughts are always plagued by visions of enormous pricks, the Dobermans, and massive dildos stuffing my ass and cunt and driving me to multiple orgasms.  I think of little else.  For one fleeting moment last week I thought of my family, but my throbbing clit soon brought my thoughts back to depraved and lurid visions.  Sometimes I think I’m going mad. 

I’ve finally resigned myself to the fact that I will be bald for the rest of my life.  I look in the mirror, and I like the erotic sexy image that reflects back at me.  I look erotic and sexy in a different sort of way.  The only problem is no one is fucking me.

I’ve arrived.  Monique escorts me in, curtseys, and leaves the room.  The Marquis rises, looking me over while he taps his riding crop on his hand.  He circles me, looking me up and down.

“I must say I like what I see, however, keep in mind that my tastes are bizarre, and most people don’t like what I like,” he says as he stands in front of me taping the side of my left tit with his riding crop.

“However, dear Gwen, there are several modifications that will be made to your body this week that will greatly enhance your appearance and please me.  You do want to please me, don’t you?” he asks staring at me intently.

“Oh yes, sir,” I respond, and in a strange way I do.  There’s something about the Marquis that I am drawn to.  This attraction grows every time I see him.  He is at the center of many of my perverted dreams.  However, there is also something ominous and foreboding about him.  I have the strange feeling he might be a descent of another Marquis.

“Very good.  First of all, there’s the matter of your clit,” he says pointing to it with his riding crop.

My clit?  What’s the matter with my clit?  Maybe he wants to do something about its sensitivity which is so bothersome. I’m encouraged.  

“Although it is rather large, Dr. Sharkiro says that he can increase the size of your clit with artificial enzymes that replicate the enzymes produced by the pituitary gland.  An enzyme injection directly to the clit and it will increase the size in a matter of days, and might I add sensitivity.  Sensitivity is the key, Gwen.  Anything we can do to increase your sensitivity must be done.  Remember the clitoris is exactly equivalent to the penis.  It is the focal point of your sexuality,” he says with a satisfied smile on his face.

I try not to respond knowing it will be to no avail, but my disappointment must be apparent.

“You look troubled, Gwen.  What is the matter?” he asks as he lifts my chin with his crop.

“My, my .” I stammer unable to say that which I know he doesn’t want to hear.

“Speak.  I need to know what you are thinking,” he demands.

“My, my clit is ah ah too large already,” I blurt out.

He whacks me with his crop forcing me to my knees – a scream is caught in my throat.  The pain I feel is indescribable.  I feel like I’m going to pass out.

“Get up, slut.  Hurry up.  Spread those legs.  Put your hands behind your back.”

I quickly scramble to my feet trying to abate his anger.  I know I should not have voiced my true feelings.  He is so volatile.  His mood swings like a pendulum.   I’m destined to be a freak of nature – his Frankenstein.

“Let me explain the purpose for enlarging your clit.  A larger clit is more prominent,” he says as he paces back and forth in front of me.  “A larger clit is more sensitive.  A larger clit helps you to focus your thoughts on the right things –sexual thoughts.  A larger clit excites you more and therefore you perform better as a sex partner.”

He was silent, looking at me the whole time.

He ran his crop over my clit as he spoke.  “Do you now understand the reason for enlarging your clit?  Can you see the logic?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

“Good!  Now tell me what you want.”

I didn’t dare hesitate.  He was still irritated. I know what he wants me to say. “I want a larger clit.”

“Do you really want a larger clit, Gwen?  Really,” he whispers as his lips brush my neck.

“Oh yes, sir,” I force myself to say as I feel horror unspeakable.  Oh my God, a clit twice the size of my present clit.  I’ll go insane.  This little hard shaft already causes me enough trouble.

“Very nice.  I’ll make arrangements with Dr. Sharkiro for tomorrow morning after your exercises if you’re sure.” 

“Oh, I’m sure, sir,” I again force myself to say. Why this charade?  Why does he insist I agree to the bizarre transformations he’s making to my body?  He mocks me.

“Wonderful, my pet,” he says as he squeezes my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.  He sends shivers up and down my spine.  My nipples are so sensitive.

“Let’s discuss some of the other modifications to your body that that will take place tomorrow. First of all open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he commands.  “Ah, very nice.  You have a long tongue, my pet - big enough for two studs – one, I think, about a half inch from the tip of your tongue and the other about an inch behind that.  Yes, that will do nicely.  When a nice fat cock is sliding down your throat, imagine what pleasure those studs will give it.”

More piercings!  Oh God, no.  He’s turning me into a freak.  I can’t do anything about it.  If I protest or complain, his wrath will come down upon me.

He then points once again to my clit.  “I also want your clitoral hood pierced.  With your enlarged clit, this piercing will provide greater stimulation to your clit.  I’m told that can also be done after your injection tomorrow. Let’s move on.”

He points to my labia.  “Three rings on both outer cunt lips.  Imagine the wonderful things we can do with those rings,” he says as he pats my labia with his crop.

I can’t hide my disappointment, although I try.  That’s seven more piercings.  He’s totally transforming me and making changes that will only add to my sexual frustration.  I’m extremely irritable because I haven’t cum in over two weeks, but I have to keep it in. There is no one to vent my frustration upon. I’m expected to be totally obedient and subservient to everyone I come in contact with including the dogs.  I have to keep it in and let it build.  It’s driving me crazy.  At night even when something bizarre isn’t being done to my body, I lay awake and fantasize about cumming in all manner of erotic and sometimes perverted ways.  How much more can I take? 

“What’s wrong now,” he demands.

“Nothing, sir,” I quickly say.

“I know better, Gwen.  You look upset, and I don’t understand why?”  His mood once again has changed.  He begins to pace.

“You must realize that when you made the decision to stay, you gave me free reign to transform you into anything I chose to.  You gave up all rights as an individual.  You are no longer a free thinking individual.  You are my property to do with as I wish. Your entire life is in my hands. I tell you what to eat, what to wear, what to say, and where to go. I tell you when you can talk, eat, drink, sleep, shit, and piss. You will learn humiliation, and above all obedience to me.”

I can’t help myself. I cry.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands.  How can I spread my legs any wider in these four inch heels. 

“I want you to become the ultimate sex machine,” he whispers in my ear.  “I want you to crave sex in any form twenty-four hours a day - to have sex with anyone or anything at my command and love and revel in it.  I want your thoughts to be lewd and lascivious.  You are a cunt – a receptacle for cock.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” I stammer. 

“Repeat after me – I am a cunt.”

“I am a cunt.”

“Again”

“I am a cunt.”

“Louder”

“I AM A CUNT.”

He squeezes my engorged breasts harshly, and milk begins to spray out of my nipples.  “I know you don’t understand now, but some day you will.”

He goes to his desk and takes out the leather paddle that he used on me at the track. 

“It’s payback time.  You do remember that you still owe me thirteen seconds from your poor performance on the track?  Make sure you count this time.  Lock your hands behind your head and offer me your tits.”

I quickly comply pushing my bloated boobs out as an offering for his wrath. 

“What are you?”

“I am a cunt!”

“Louder!”

“I AM A CUNT.”

“What is your purpose in life?”

“To please you, sir.”

Yes, precisely, to please me!  It would please me to hit those fat bloated tits.  Ask me to hit those fat ugly tits”

“Hit me, sir.”

“Hit what?”

“Hit my fat ugly tits, sir.”

“Say please!”

“Please hit me fat ugly tits.”

“Louder.”

“PLEASE HIT MY FAT UGLY TITS”

He rears back and smacks my left tit with the leather paddle. SMACK!

“One.”

He rears back again this time landing a blow to my right tit.  SMACK! Milk splatters out of my engorged tit as it swings to and fro.

“Two,” I moan feeling the stinging blow.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Please hit my fat ugly tits.”

SMACK! SMACK SMACK!  Three more blows land on my tits knocking me senseless.

“Three, four, five,” I force myself to say through the pain and tears.

“Thank me.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Say it like you mean it!”

“Thank you, sir!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK!  Oh God, the pain!

“Six, seven, eight, nine,” I scream in pain as my clit responds to this abuse. 

“Thank you, sir”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  Oh my God. This time the blows are even harder and I reel back, my head spinning, but still I push my breasts out further as an offering.

“Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.  BEAT ME MORE, SIR.  I DESERVE IT.  PLEASE HIT MY FAT UBLY TITS,” I scream as the exquisite feeling in my groin increases.   My cunt juices are flowing.   I’m getting off on the beating the Marquis gives me.

“No, you’ve had enough for tonight.  I think you are learning to derive pleasure from your pain.  This is good.  You may honor me now.  Down on your knees.”

I quickly drop to my knees frustrated.  I am so close.  Why doesn’t he let me cum.  A few more whacks of the paddle and I know I can cum.  He takes out his fat cock and rams it down my throat in one swift thrust.  He grabs my head, and I move my head back and forth allowing his stiff cock to slip in and out of my throat.

“Faster now bitch, suck harder.”

My jaw is aching.  He is thrusting his hips against my face now, still holding my head and pulling it back and forth as he thrusts his cock deep into my throat.  Saliva is dribbling down my chin and dripping on to my engorged abused breasts, yet still he presses on.

His cock twitches and my mouth is filled with cum.  I swallow gulping down his sperm like a wanton bitch.  I lick his cock clean.  I want more.  I kiss and worship his cock.

“Enough.”

He is finished.  He calls for a chambermaid.  I am taken back to my room, then bathed and milked.  A good portion of healing balm is rubbed in to my abused tits.   I am put to bed and once again immobilized as I am every night with no chance to satisfy that growing itch in my pussy.  I am more frustrated then ever.  My clit still pulses from the night’s activities.  I anticipate what will happen to me tomorrow as I drift off into a disturbed sleep. 

The following day after morning activities, I go to see Dr. Sharkiro.  He looks like a dog in heat the way his tongue is lolling out of his mouth as he looks me up and down.  He makes me feel very self-conscious.

“Well, you look quite different then the last time I saw you.”

Should I take that as a compliment?  I never did relate well to older men, and Dr. Sharkiro is really old.  He has thinning grey hair and a nervous twitch in his right eye.

He must be at least 60 years old.

I’m directed to lie on the examination table.  I am then strapped down on the table by his nurse.  My legs are placed in stirrups which leave my pussy completely exposed.  My clitoris is prominent, standing at attention like a little prick, throbbing and proud. 

Dr. Sharkiro starts by examining my breasts.  “I take it you have no pain during the milking process,” he asks as he feels my breasts for lumps and spends an inordinate amount of time rubbing and stimulating my oversensitive nipples.

“No, sir,” I respond feeling myself getting aroused by the stimulation.

“Good.”

He then works his way down my abdomen, poking and prodding, as he works his way further down to my genitals. 

My, your clitoris is quite large and prominent already.  I hope this enlargement doesn’t make you too sensitive down there.  Can you feel this?”  he asks as he flicks my hard clit with his thumb and forefinger

“Oh, yes,” I moan as he continues to manipulate my clit.  He increases the pressure and snakes his fingers down the folds of my vagina and feels around for my fuck hole.  I’m so wet.

“You’re a horny little bitch, aren’t you?  Well, everything seems to be in order.  I think we can begin.  Actually this will only take one minute.  Nurse!”

The nurse approaches carrying a tray with a hypodermic needle on it. 

“This is the enzyme injection.  It’s important that this is injected in the fatty tissue of the clitoris and not in the nerve, so remain very still.”

The needle is rather large.  He pierces my clit, and I could feel the enzyme being injected.  The pressure is tremendous.

“We’re done.  The only thing left to do is provide some stimulation to the clitoris to allow the enzyme to take effect.  I will personally provide that stimulation.”

He dismisses the nurse and goes to the end of the examination table.  He begins to kiss my inner thighs working his way up to my pussy.  I never had an examination like this before.  He separates my labia with his tongue and fucks his tongue into my hole.  God that feels good.  Eat me, yes doctor eat me.

Then he works his way up to my throbbing clit and sucks and licks it unmercifully.  He is driving me insane, and I am quickly approaching that point of no return.  I am almost there.  Oh yes!  Yes!   Suddenly he stops.  He stops!  God, no!

“Please don’t stop, doctor,” I beg.

“I have to.  You’re not allowed to cum,” he says matter of factly.

I cry.  I’m so frustrated and horny.

“However, it is now time for your internal.  I need to get some tissue samples.”

He goes to a cabinet and comes back with a tube of K-Y jelly and a black six inch long dildo that is two inches in diameter. He squeezes some K-Y jelly on his finger and begins to work it into my rectum.  Oh my God, what is he doing to me?  As I loosen up, he adds another finger and then a third.  He saws his three fingers into my rectum spreading it wider with each twist and turn.

“I think you’re ready now,” he says as he removes his fingers from my rectum with a plop and greases up the dildo.

Oh my God, he’s not really going to shove that monster up my ass, is he?  Oh, Christ, I’ll die.

He presses the head of the dildo at my rear entrance and shoves.  The dildo meets some resistance but finally with more pressure and determination the doctor stretches my sphincter muscle and enters my anal channel.  Oh God, I feel so full. My insides feel like they are being ripped apart.  He continues to saw the dildo in and out of my rectum driving further with each thrust until all six inches is buried to the hilt.  He gives one last shove for good measure, and the dildo disappears from view up my shitter.

“There, I think you’re full,” he laughs sadistically.  “Go on, tell me you don’t love it.”

He flicks my clit causing me to shudder.

He then takes out a vaginal speculum.  I watch in horror as he rotates the speculum so that the blades are horizontal to one another. He smiles at me.  This is all a joke to him.

He then begins to lubricate it with K-Y jelly.  I flinch as his fingers open my cunt lips and place the smooth end of the vaginal speculum between them. It feels as if it had been sitting in a bucket of ice it is so cold. I shudder and cringe as he begins to ease it in. I’m acutely aware that he is watching my face enjoying every moment of my disgust and discomfort.

He slowly presses it full in.  I can feel it slide over the thick pressure of the dildo rammed up my ass. My cunt feels strangely excited as the cold hard device fills me. He touches my extremely sensitive clit making me jolt.

“See how much you’re enjoying this,” he continues to taunt me. 

After full insertion, he slowly squeezes the handle, opening the blades spreading my aching cunt muscles wide.  Once he can see my cervix, he locks the speculum in the open position. My cervix is a glistening pink.

He reaches over to his tray and retrieves a cotton swab and a small wooden spatula to obtain samples of cells from the endocervical area. I grimace.  He places the samples on a slide.

“There we’re done.  I have the samples I need.  That wasn’t too bad, was it?” he asks with a cruel lecherous grin on his face.

I feel relieved that this at least is over. He places his fingers on the thumbscrew and slowly begins to spread the speculum blades further, slowly opening it up.  Why is he opening it wider?  He’ll rip me in two.

“Now, let’s have some fun, shall we,” he laughs as he licks his lips eyeing my monstrous tits.

I gasp in pain as the cold steel slowly begins to force my insides wider, the cruel bastard.  He has his samples.  The internal exam is over.  Why is he doing this? 

I realize that it is far from over as he smiles and keeps on turning the thumb screw, stretching my cunt open wider and wider until I’m at the point of screaming in pain. He then stops the expansion as the pain courses through my obscenely stretched out cunt.  I thrash my head back and forth finding the pain unbearable and wishing I were dead.

He takes his dick out of his pants and begins to masturbate himself.

He leans over and licks my clit running his tongue up and down its length.

“I hope you appreciate my bedside manner, you little cunt , or should I say big cunt,” he taunts.

Another turn and he watches carefully the wince of pain on my face.  I groan in misery.  Oh God, help me.  He inspects my opening seeing how extra wet I am becoming. He brushes his thumb across my clit making it twitch and my whole body flexes. He presses on it and rubs hard on it.  With his other hand he continues to stroke his cock.

Oh God, the pain is mixing with pleasure.  This is turning me on.  What’s the matter with me?  My hips flex with the excruciating mix of pain and pleasure I am experiencing.

“Please, please don’t do that; it …”  My husky voice takes on that edge of pleading arousal.  I’m not convincing at all.

“You like this slut. You like having your cunt spread open wider then any cock can spread it, don’t you?” he chided me. 

He starts to turn the thumbscrew again!  Bolts of pain lance up from my cruelly spread cunt. My legs strain against the straps on the stirrups. My bladder is full, being slowly crushed, and I need to piss.

“Please I need to piss! Oh God, STOP IT!!”

“Two more twists, there! Now it’s at its widest point. I can see deep inside of you, inside your cunt. I can see how horny you are, you little whore. You can’t get enough, can you? Even now amid all the pain I’m inflicting on you, you’re aroused. You want to cum, you pathetic pervert.”

“No it’s not true.  Please stop it! Stop it!” I plead, but I know he’s right.  I don’t want him to stop. I am getting off on this.  I’m a sick perverted whore. 

“I’ll prove it!” he says as he continues to stroke his dick.

He begins to lick and lap around my very hard erect clit.  It is sticking way out of its hood asking to be bitten and licked. I yelp and in the midst of my pain, pleasure ripples up the length of my widespread cunt.  I am so fucking hot and turned on.  Oh, yes!

He continues to lap at my cunt and clit sending thrills up and down my spine.  I tremble in pleasure.  I feel a massive climax building.

He looks up at me.

“Tell me to stop.  Go ahead tell me to stop, you sick slut,” he screams.

I can’t tell him to stop.  I’m so close.  Oh God, that feels so good.

He comes around the table and rubs his cock across my lips.  My hands are shackled but I stab my tongue at the head of his cock.   He moves closer and I devour him.  I swallow his cock and he then rams it down my throat.  I can’t get enough.  He continues to violate my throat and then shoots massage loads of cum down my throat and into my stomach.  He withdraws his dick from my mouth as I continue to lick and suck it clean.  

He backs up and watches me as I quiver on the table, pleasure mixed with pain coursing through my body. 

I plead, “Let me cum.  Please, let me cum.”

Quickly he loosens the thumb screw to unlock the opened blades. He releases the speculum. In one swift movement he withdraws the speculum from my pussy.

“What are you doing?  Don’t stop now.  Not now, I’m so close,” I whimper defeated knowing the release is not to come.  I babble and mumble incoherently.

He next removes the dildo from my rectum and cleans up the mess.

I’m in shock.  I am so close.  One more minute and my release will be complete. I know I am on the verge of a massive climax.

“I’m so close.  Please let me cum,” I beg.

“You can’t cum.  The Marquis says you are not to cum.”

He acts as if nothing has happened.  He appears before me calm, cool, and collected.  I once again cry in frustration.

“The Marquis’s piercer will be here momentarily.  I’ll leave you for a moment to collect yourself.”

Collect myself!  Is he out of his fucking mind?  How could he leave me like this?  What cruelty!  All I want to do is cum.  I’m not asking for much. 

My heart is racing.  I can’t breathe.  I need to settle down.  I need to gather my thoughts.  I’m so confused.  I don’t know, maybe it’s me.

A man enters the room and introduces himself as Jake, the body piercer.  I try to calm myself.  I have this absolutely insane thought and begin to laugh – body by Jake!

“Wow, far out!  You are one fucking sexy woman. Too bad I can’t pierce those huge titties. I’d love to get my hands on them.”

He busies himself arranging various instruments on a tray which he brings over to the examination table.  He then puts on a pair of latex gloves.

“Stick out your tongue.”  His bedside manner isn’t that great. 

I stick out my tongue and he grabs it with an instrument much like tweezers with holes in the end.  He carefully positions it on my tongue, clamps it down, and then takes a 14 gauge hollow needle that he pushes through my tongue. A stainless steel barbell follows the needle through.  He then unclamps the tweezers and screws the ball on the other end of the barbell.  He quickly repeats the procedure for the second barbell before my tongue swells up. This guy is very efficient and obviously knows what he’s doing, but I don’t know how much more I can take.

My mouth feels weird.  My tongue is already beginning to swell.  It seems as if every part of my body is being violated.  He swabs my tongue with an antiseptic.

“Now that wasn’t too bad, was it?” he asks as his hand rests on my left breast.  This sends a chill through my body.  I want him to touch my tit, to bite my nipple…

He gives me an ice cube. 

“Here, suck on this ice.”

He then moves down between my legs to examine my pussy.

“Holy shit, this clit is huge.  I’ve never seen one this big before.  It looks like a little dick sticking out of your hood.” he exclaims as he probes and touches my clit sending shockwaves through my system.  “With a ring through your clitoral hood, you’re going to get a hell of a lot of stimulation.  That ring is going to sit right on top of that big old clit. Look at that fucker pulse.  Christ, it’s got a life of its own.”

This piercing is simple, and before I know it I can feel the ring resting on my clit.  He quickly adds the six small rings to my outer labia being sure to use antiseptic before and after each piercing.  Three rings on each outer lip are now in place. 

He cleans up the instrument tray and then comes back over to the table. 

“You’re one fucking far out looking bitch.  Those fucking tits are huge.  That bald head is weird shit, but a real turn-on. And that look on your face is just reeking of lust.  Are you on something?”

Am I that transparent?

He releases me from the table and orders me to stand.   I obey not really sure what to do. I’m disoriented, and my legs are numb from being in those stirrups for so long.  He circles around me looking me up and down.  He stands behind me and feels my ass. 

At this point the Marquis enters the office.

“Well, I can see you are done, Jake. Let me examine your handiwork.”

I was totally ignored, being treated like a piece of meat.

“Open your mouth,” the Marquis orders.

I open my mouth and try to stick out my swollen tongue.

“Very nice.  I see there is quite a bit of swelling already, but the position of the barbells is perfect.”

“Spread your legs wide,” he commands as he taps me with his riding crop.

My genital area is extremely sore after all the piercings to that area, not to mention the brutal stretching from that perverted doctor.

“My, her clit is already growing, and that ring sits perfectly on top of it.  Wonderful!  The labia rings are exactly as I imagined.  Jake, again you have done a superb job.”

“Thank you, Marquis.  I am flattered,” he says.

“Your check, of course, is already made out.  Is there anything else I can do to thank you for doing this on such short notice?”

Well, sir, she is really something else.  I get fucking wet just looking at her.  She has a look about her that says fuck me. Excuse my language, sir,” he says.

“Nonsense, I bet you would like to see her perform and maybe get in on the action yourself.”

“Wow that would be awesome!”

“It is so!”

The Marquis calls for two of his dwarves. Once again I feel shame and humiliation as I am being forced to perform.  What does he plan on doing?  I can’t suck dick; my mouth is so swollen.  I certainly can’t be fucked; my pussy is sore and swollen.  I don’t want to think about the debauchery that is going to take place.

“Slut, get on your knees and spread wide. Get your hands locked behind your head,” the Marquis directs.

I quickly comply although I feel drained from the day’s activities and am in need of rest.  My body needs to adjust and recuperate from so many piercings.  My pussy aches from the brutal stretching it suffered at the hands of the doctor.  He doesn’t care.  I am simply a sex machine here to do his perverse bidding, existing only to bring pleasure to him and his friends.

The dwarves arrive.  They are licking their lips as they approach me on the left and right. 

“Thrust out your tits, Gwen.  Offer them to the dwarves,” the Marquis commands.

I arch my back further as my bloated tits shimmy on my chest, an offering to these little men.  The Marquis gives the command, and the dwarves greedily lick my tits all over.  Waves of pleasure course through my body.  My battered cunt which not too long ago was abused and stretched to its limit is now quivering and begging for attention.  My clit is hard, longing to be rubbed and touched.  The dwarves continue to unrelentingly lap and lick my tit flesh and my nipples.  My one and a quarter inch nipples are an easy target for their long, coarse tongues.

“Man, this is too much.  This bitch is really hot,” exclaims Jake, totally turned on by the whole scene. 

He stands close observing the dwarves sucking and biting my tits with abandon.  My nipples begin to leak milk which only encourages them to lick more fervently.  Low moans escape from my throat as I become more and more aroused by the dwarves.  Subconsciously, I undulate my hips trying to abate the fire burning in my loins but this only seems to fan the flame that is burning in my crotch.  Oh God, I’m so hot.  I shove my tits out further encouraging the dwarves to lick and devour my breasts.  I’m on fire.  I need release.  I need to cum.  My eyes begin to glaze over. 

The Marquis watches with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.  I’m becoming the perverted slut he wants me to be, willing to sink to any level of depravity to satisfy his demented desires and the itch in my own groin.  He chuckles as he rubs my head encouraging me to offer my tits to the dwarves.

“Feed my fine friends.  Feed well on the milk of this slut,” he says.

“Wow, look at that milk flow, dude,” says Jake as he looks on in wonder.  “I’ve seen a lot of kinky shit, but this takes the cake.  This is way far out, and, man, she loves it.”

I’m lost in my own world.  My tits are the center of my universe being milked by the dwarves.  All of a sudden I am shocked back to reality.

“Gwen, get down on your hands and knees,” the Marquis commands. 

I obey immediately.  This doesn’t discourage the dwarves as they continue to suck away feeding on my tits as they hang and sway below me.

The Marquis raises my chin and orders me to keep my head high in order to give the dwarves easier access to my treasures.  They now also start to lick my sides and under arms as they continue to taunt my tits.

“Jake, would you like to join in?” asks the Marquis.

“Oh, man, would I!” he exclaims.

“Well, obviously, her mouth and cunt are of no use considering the condition they are in, however her ass is available.  Do as you wish,” the Marquis gestures as Jake takes his pants off before he can finish speaking.

His finger which is now coated with K-Y jelly probes my anus.  This inflames me and I push back on his finger.  My sphincter muscle yields and he fucks my rectum with his finger.  He then adds two and then three fingers.  The large black dildo has already paved the way.  The feeling is exquisite.  I feel like every nerve in my body is alive and I want more.  The dwarves continue their relentless assault to my tits drawing milk and sending me to new levels of ecstasy. 

He then withdraws his fingers and positions his huge dick at my opening.  Yes, yes, fuck your huge dick up my ass.  Give it to me.  My body is alive and tingling all over as he drives his dick into my well-lubricated ass.  He’s fucking huge, and I love it.

“Holy shit, she’s something else.  She really digs this shit.  She’s acting like a crazed animal.  Look at that ass go,” Jake exclaims as I drive my ass back against his huge dick. 

Yes, fuck the shit out of me.  Make me cum.  I’m so close.  There‘s no stopping me now.  There’s no way Jake can cum before I have a roaring climax.  Yes!  I continue to drive back meeting his thrusts.

My clit is growing.  I can feel it.  It’s hard and throbbing.  I’m ready to explode.  Oh, yes!

Jake smacks my ass.  With every thrust his hand comes down on my ass with a loud resounding blow.  This enflames me even more as low moans escape from my throat, and the dwarves are relentless as they feverishly lick and suck and bite at my wildly swaying breasts that are now leaking milk continuously.

Oh, yes!  This is glorious.  This makes up for it all.  I soon forget about the doctor’s harsh treatment of my poor pussy and the many piercings that I received today, for I am right on the verge of the most massive climax.  I am reaching higher than I have ever been before.

Yes! Yes! Yes!  I’m, I’m…

Then all of a sudden there is a shock to my system.   It is as if a bolt of lightening is striking me right on my huge, throbbing clitoris.   Pain courses through my body and reaches to my head extending across my forehead.  What is happening?  I was right on the verge of a massive climax and now my body is riddled in pain.  There’s another shock to my system.

I cry and whimper in frustration as I turn my head and see the Marquis kneeling by my side with this instrument aimed at my clit.

“It’s a tazer gun, my dear.  Quite a shocking experience isn’t it.  Now, you didn’t really think I was going to let you cum, did you?” he laughs his evil laugh.

I continue to cry in frustration as Jake continues to pound my ass with his massive dick.

“This is really far out, man, the way she jumped.  I could feel that there charge right up here in her rectum,” Jake says in disbelief. 

This spurs him on and he pounds into me harder and harder and then explodes up my rectum.  I feel his hot cum shooting into me as he groans and continues to pound my ass.

He withdraws his dick with a plop, and the dwarves continue to squeeze and suck the milk from my breasts.  I remain on all fours crying in frustration.  I am not allowed to cum, and my need now is even greater.

The chambermaids are summoned, and I am taken away.  I feel totally defeated.  I feel totally used and abused.  The activities of this day have drained me, and I can see no way that my lot in life will get any better.  As I walk down the hall toward my chambers, I can see already how the clit and labia rings are going to be a constant source of torment to me.  I am already getting aroused from them rubbing against me.  The ring in my clitoral hood rests on my clit teasing it and driving me mad.  What will happen when I have to walk two miles every day with these rings inserted?  They will drive me mad! 

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

The Misadventures of Gwen

Chapter 12

Note: This story is total fantasy. It does not reflect real-life situations involving real people.  Furthermore, my own personal opinion is that all sexual interaction between individuals (in real life) should take place on an entirely consensual basis.  And now with that said on with the story…..

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One Week Later

I am in a highly agitated state.  It has now been 22 days since I was last allowed to cum.  My clitoris throbs constantly.  It is an ongoing source of torment to me.  It sticks out like a little prick.  It is engorged and constantly stimulated by the ring in my clitoral hood. 

I am so frustrated and horny.  My thoughts are always sexual in nature.  It seems to be the only thing on my mind these days.   I never used to be like this.  Sometimes when I think about what I've become, I feel a sense of loss.  I know that I can never return to my old life again.  The old Gwen is dead forever.  How ironic that everyone I know and hold near and dear to my heart now thinks that I am dead, and at the same time I am becoming dead to myself.  I don’t want to think about it.  Sometimes this bothers me for I don't know what extremes I will go to just to cum.  I don’t know myself anymore.

I have been allowed to recuperate from my piercings.  All swelling in my tongue is totally gone, and I’m getting use to the barbells through my tongue now that Jake has returned to insert shorter rods.  My vaginal piercings are also almost completely healed.  They now keep me highly aroused at all times. 

I have been excused from my morning two mile walks until I have healed.  However, I still have to complete my aerobic exercises on a daily basis.

My regular milking schedule is maintained, and my milk production has increased slightly which incidentally brings great pleasure to the Marquis.  Claire is a constant source of torment to me. During my milkings she often taunts me taking great pleasure in getting me aroused and then forcing me to make her cum. 

Today I am preparing to meet the Marquis. I wear what has become my usual attire -wrist cuffs, collar, and, of course, my over the knee boots with 4 inch heels. I'm really starting to love these boots.  The soft, imported Italian leather feels so good against my thighs.  I'm also getting used to these 4 inch heels.  Walking on the balls of my feet almost feels natural now.

New jewelry has been added to my attire.  Three small chains connect the rings in my labia.  Now whenever I walk, the chains brush against my pussy further exciting me.

After being carefully inspected by Monique and Evelyn, I am taken to the Marquis's drawing room.  He awaits my arrival.  When I arrive, I assume the position I have learned so well – feet spread wide and my hands locked behind my head so that my breasts are thrust forward. 

"My dear Gwen, how are you today?"  He asks as he fondles my breasts.  "The chambermaids tell me that you are often irritable.  You know this is not proper behavior for a slave."

Proper behavior?  What do they know about proper behavior?  My tongue has satisfied all of them more than once while they have left me aroused and frustrated.

"I'm sorry, sir," I reply contritely.

"I would hope so," he says as he twists my nipple.  "Now, let's check out your new piercings. Open your mouth."

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue so the Marquis can inspect my pierced tongue.  He smiles as he checks out the location of each barbell.

"Ah, I must test those out later," he says.

His hand then travels down to my pussy and fondles the chains connecting the rings to my labia.  He tugs on each chain lightly. My labia are swollen and sensitive as is my clit. My pussy is already dripping as he sends shivers up and down my spine.  It doesn't take much for me to become overcome with lust.  As you can imagine, I am very highly aroused these days.

He then slowly traces his finger up from my labia to my clitoris, which is throbbing and rock hard.  He circles my clit with his index finger, driving me absolutely out of my mind.  Unconsciously my hips move trying to make more contact with his finger.

He smacks the side of my left tit and then does the same to my right.  My tits smack in to each other bloated with new milk. 

“Don’t move!  Do only what you are told to do and nothing more.  Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I quickly respond.

I am being conditioned to be a mindless idiot that only does what I’m told to do.  Don’t dare have an original thought.  Don’t dare move any part of your body unless you’re told to do so.  Just do the Marquis’ bidding no matter how disgusting or perverted it may be.  That’s what he demands of me.  If he knew I was having these thoughts, I would be severely punished for it.

“I know why you’re so irritable. It’s because you haven’t been allowed to cum in so long.  Isn’t that right, Gwen?” asks the Marquis tauntingly.

“Yes, sir,” I humbly reply.

"Well, I think we can do something about that," says the Marquis as he caresses my breasts and squeezes my nipples.

Oh my God, is he serious.  He's up to something.  The Marquis is not one to be trusted.

"How would you like to cum while your pussy is wrapped around a large cock? Imagine the pleasure a large cock could give you," whispers the Marquis as he continues to fondle my breasts and run his hands up and down my body.

"I would, sir," I stammer knowing I'm showing too much emotion.

"I thought you would, Gwen," the Marquis replied smugly.  "It just so happens that a good friend of mine, Count Darius, has a slight problem.  You might be the answer to that problem.  Do you think you might be interested?"

"I ah ah...”

"Why do you hesitate?  Answer me," the Marquis shrieks as he slaps my tits.

"Yes sir," I reply regretting my hesitation which brought on his wrath. He is so volatile.

"That's better.  Now, where was I?  Oh yes, Count Darius’s father is 90 years old and on his deathbed. He doesn't have very long to live since suffering a stroke just a few months ago. Actually he has become very weak and doesn’t get around at all anymore these days. However, his father also has this magnificent 14 inch cock which has never fully been inserted in any woman's orifice.  It is his desire before he dies to experience this once in his lifetime,” explains the Marquis.

I listen intently as the Marquis tells this bizarre tale.  He has to be crazy – a 14 inch cock!   What is he thinking?  This lust which is consuming me is preventing me from thinking clearly.  My God, what can I do with a 14 inch cock?  He doesn't really expect me to take a 14 inch cock up my pussy, does he? That would ruin me.  A 14 inch cock could do some serious damage.  I’ve had 11 inches but never 14. 

"Are you willing to do this, Gwen?"  Asks the Marquis.

Do I really have a choice?  There is only one answer, and he knows it.  Why does he toy with me like that?

"Yes, sir," I reply with tears in my eyes.

"Very good, Gwen, you've made a wise choice."

"Thank you, sir" I reply.

"The Count's father will be arriving this afternoon.  I will take you to him this evening and personally supervise the festivities."

The Count now directs me to get on my knees, spread my legs apart, and lock my hands behind my head.  Once more my huge jugs are thrust out and my pussy is exposed.

"Now that we’re done with business, let's test out that new studded tongue of yours," chuckles the Marquis.

He quickly undresses and stands before me with his large prick looking me in the face.  I become excited and lick my lips in anticipation.  It’s been so long since I‘ve had a cock.  My clit is throbbing and my pussy is leaking on to the floor, I‘m so aroused.  None of this is lost on the Marquis. 

“You look very hungry, slut.  Stick out your tongue and run it over the head of my cock,” demands the Marquis.

I quickly comply.  You don’t have to tell me twice.  Just licking his dick is really turning me on.  My pussy is aching and my clit is throbbing and so needful.  I run my tongue all over the head of his cock making sure that the barbells in my tongue tease his sensitive head.  As I look into his eyes, I can see the pleasure written all over his face.  This heats me up, and I redouble my efforts.

"Yes, that's it, suck my cock you little slut," he chides.

I start to take the length of his cock into my mouth making sure to rub its length with my studded tongue as it moves to the back of my mouth.  My tongue is darting all over his cock as it moves in and out of my mouth. He then grabs my bald head and shoves his cock to the back of my mouth driving it into my throat.  I continue to caress his cock with my studded tongue as it travels downward deeper into my throat.

“Oh God, this feels glorious.  Ah, those barbells in your tongue, what a fine idea.  I may have to add more,” he chuckles as he relentlessly pounds his cock into my throat. 

I’m getting dizzy.  His huge cock is relentlessly pounding my mouth.  His balls are banging up against my chin as he drives his rod deep into my throat.  I’m foaming at the mouth, and it’s smeared all over his shaft as he continues to fuck my throat.  My hands are still behind my head, and I find it hard to maintain my balance.  My tits are flopping wildly on my chest oozing sweet nectar from my nipples.  My clit burns and itches with desire – a desire to be touched, to be licked, to be kissed, but it remains neglected driving me out of my mind.  The Marquis will soon cum in my mouth but I will not cum.  I will remain fucking hot and on the verge of distraction until he allows me the privilege of cuming in some debasing and humiliating manner.

And now his pace picks up, and he is ramming deep into my throat for all he is worth.  I can feel his shaft getting larger.  He’s about to cum.  Oh God, my throat is flooded with his glorious cum.  He keeps cuming and cuming down my throat and into my stomach. Hmmmm.

He’s done.  He has a contented look on his face as he withdraws his dick from my mouth. I snake out my tongue licking him clean not wanting to waste a precious drop of his cum.  He looks down at me with a smug look on his face as I lap and clean off his cock.

“Ah, very nice, Gwen.  Those barbells are definitely an improvement.  Well, it’s time for you to get ready for this evening’s festivities.”

I am taken back to my chambers to be prepared.  I am now hornier than hell.  All the time that I was sucking that huge cock, I was wishing it was stuffed up my pussy.

Claire meets me upon my arrival.  I stand with my legs spread and my hands clasped behind my head.  My tits stick out prominently ready to be milked.  Claire runs her hands over my breasts tweaking my nipples and making them harder than they already are.  My pussy is on fire.

"I hear you’ve got a hot date tonight.  My, my a 90-year-old man.  Are you sure you can handle that?"  taunts Claire as she continues to squeeze my nipples.  I'm overheating.

She then leans down and takes my left nipple in her mouth and sucks greedily on it.  She does the same to my right nipple.  I can’t take much more of this.  I'm so fucking hot.

Her hand snakes down and flicks my clit.  A soft moan escapes my lips as my clit quivers and begs for more attention.

"Get down on your knees, you little slut," orders Claire.

I drop to my knees with my hands still clasped behind my head.  Claire takes the suction cups and places them over my nipples.  The machine comes to life as it sucks the sweet nectar from my engorged breasts.  Claire then stands in front of me and raises her skirt revealing her naked cunt.

"You know what to do.  Get busy," she orders.

I run my tongue up and down the length of her pussy paying special attention to her clit.  She grinds her cunt into my face as I lap and probe deeper with my tongue.

"God, I love what your tongue is doing to me. Those barbells are absolutely awesome. That's it! Flick my clit with that barbell.  I love it.  Ooowww, that feels so good.  You're driving me crazy," she coos as she continues to grind her cunt into my face while rubbing my bald head.

I am so aroused.  My body is one giant nerve begging for attention.  I continue to eat her pussy driving my tongue deep into her fuck hole.  My own pussy is quivering and leaking pussy juice on to the floor.

Suddenly she grabs my head and grinds her cunt into my face. My tongue continues to snake in and out of her hole as my nose is being ground into her clit.  I can't breathe with my face pressed so tightly against her pussy.  She then tenses up and releases a loud groan as she cums, drenching my face in her juices.

She steps back with a satisfied smirk on her face. 

“I love what you do to me.  You are such a nasty little slut,” she whispers in my ear as her tongue snakes in and out of it.  This further arouses me.  I feel like I’m going to burst.  Maybe a 90 year old man won’t be so bad after all.

I am then bathed, and have a fine dinner of filet mignon with a baked potato with sour cream.  This is one of my favorite meals, and I find it very satisfying.  Monique and Evelyn are very watchful making sure my hands don’t wander where they’re not suppose to be and ready to punish me if they do.

After dinner I am dressed.  Tonight I am dressed in black. I look in the mirror and see a sex-starved nympho standing before me in black four inch high over the knee boots, collar, and wrist cuffs.  The gold chains once again adorn my pussy tugging on my labia as a constant reminder that I have a cunt that yearns to be fucked.

As I wait for the Marquis to arrive, I fantasize about that old man's 14 inch cock.  Is it really 14 inches long?  Can an old man really have a dick that long?  Can he get it up?  I get wetter and wetter as I think about that cock ravishing my cunt. 

What's happening to me?  I never used to have thoughts like this before.  My thoughts were always clean and wholesome.  How can I sit here and fantasize about a 90-year-old man?  Have I stooped so low that I will do anything to satisfy my cravings?  Is there nothing I won't do?  Sometimes I scare myself for I know not to what extremes I will go to put out this fire that burns in my loins.

The Marquis arrives and is dressed splendidly in a fine tuxedo.  He looks me up and down examining me closely.  He pats my left tit with his riding crop and then does the same to my pussy.  I love the attention he's giving me.

"It looks as if you're ready for tonight's activities, Gwen.  You look very desirous, and I love that look in your eyes-that look that says fuck me.  You do want to be fucked, don't you?"  taunts the Marquis as he pats my butt with his riding crop.

As the Marquis leads me down the hall by my leash, he chats. "Count Darius's father is in a very fragile condition.  Remember, he is 90 years old and not use to a great deal of physical activity at his age.  Let's face it, how often does a 90-year-old have the opportunity to be serviced by a half naked voluptuous young woman with gigantic tits and a cunt that's begging to be fucked.”

We arrive at his room and the Marquis opens the door.  Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that my eyes behold.  For there lying on the divan is a little old man who’s skin looks like old leather, all wrinkled and shriveled up.  He looks just like a refugee from a concentration camp – all skin and bones except for one outstanding feature.  Standing tall and at attention is a huge cock which certainly looked 14 inches long and must have measured at least two inches in diameter.  Something is wrong with this picture.  That healthy cock looks so out of place on that emaciated body of the old man.

I stand there with my mouth agape trying to take everything in.  The Marquis taps me on the ass with his riding crop and urges me forward into the room.  The old man ogles me, looking me up and down.  A smile covers his wrinkled face as he begins to drool.  He tries to say something but it is unintelligible.  His huge cock begins to quiver.

“This is Gwen, and she’s here to please you, Count,” says the Marquis to the old man.

The old man nods never taking his eyes off of me.  His cock continues to quiver.

“It's time to begin, slut.  I think first of all you should service his cock with your mouth," whispers the Marquis in my ear as he cups my left breast.

I look at the old man with revulsion.  After all, he's old enough to be my great-grandfather, but as I look at his giant cock, I'm strangely drawn to it like a magnet.  I get down on my knees and grasp the huge phallus.  I drool as I begin to lick the fat head of his cock.

The old man moans, and still has that smile on his face.

At that moment a man with a camcorder enters the room.  I turn with a surprised look on my face.

“Don’t worry about him, Gwen. He’s my videographer and here to capture this event for posterity.  Just go about your business.”

I open my mouth and take in the first three or four inches of his hard cock.  I swirl my tongue, teasing his phallus with the studs in my tongue.  I chew my way down his shaft-four, five, six inches enter my mouth.  Inside my mouth, the head of his cock pushes aside the tender membranes of my upper throat and tongue. His huge cock pushes my tongue flat as it nears the curve downward into my throat.

The old man sighs.

The vidoetographer zooms in for a close-up.

I gag slightly and swallow. The old man sighs again.  Inside my mouth the head of his cock slides down into the opening at the top of my throat.  It worms its way into the very top of my esophagus.  I push down on his shaft allowing it to enter my throat - nine, then ten, then eleven inches of cock disappear from view.

Now the head of his cock is well down into my throat pointing downwards.  I am so fucking hot!  My fucking cunt is dripping.  This old man has me so turned on.  I can feel a bulge in my upper neck and chest as his giant cock works its way down my throat.

He moans and sighs as his cock disappears from sight.  He stares at me with that crooked smile on his face breathing heavily.  I can imagine that my throat is very tight and giving him a great deal of pleasure.

My face is red.  I’m sweating profusely from the exertion.  I begin to foam at the mouth as I see the remainder of his cock disappear from site – twelve, thirteen, fourteen inches of cock enter my throat headed for my belly.  As I look down, I see a finger’s width of penis still exposed.  I push forward and my lips mash flat against the old man’s pubic hair. 

The old man is moaning continuously now.

His entire fourteen inches is buried within my mouth and throat.  The head of his cock is just inches above my stomach.  I stay like that for several moments, and then I slowly begin to rise up off the shaft, allowing several inches at a time to emerge from between my lips.  As it slides up and over the back of my tongue, I swallow and gulp down a lungful of air.

The old man is in heaven.  It's written all over his face.

I’m breathing heavy and am highly excited.  I start the downward descent again, taking his gigantic cock into my mouth and down my throat.  I once again bottom out and slowly rise up once more caressing his cock as it leaves my throat. 

The old man is breathing heavy and foaming at the mouth.  Small moans escape from his lips. 

I lick and suck on his cockhead before once again beginning the descent into my throat.  I quicken my pace, impaling my mouth and throat on his cock and then retreating only to impale myself once again.  My pace becomes faster and faster as his huge cock violates my throat time and time again.  I’m like a crazed animal out of control. I can’t get enough of his monster cock.  I want it all the way in me.  I want more.  I’m like a machine now maintaining a faster and faster pace, forcing his huge cock to its limit down my throat.

Oh God, I’m out of control.   My body is overheating.  My cunt is on fire.  My clit is huge and throbbing so much it aches.  My labia are swollen and stretched.

The old man lets out a cry and tenses.  His cock, once again embedded in my throat, begins to pulse and I know he’s about to cum.  Then all hell breaks loose.  He lets out a shriek, only one, and then his cock starts to pump a huge load of sperm into my belly. I quickly swallow fearing that I might choke on the massive amount of sperm spurting out of his cock.  My tummy is filling up, and then all is quiet.

I slowly rise off his mammoth cock until the head rests on my tongue.  He is still rock hard.  I don’t believe the stamina this old man has.  I look up and see that contented smile on his face.  His eyes are closed.

I stand up and look down at his gorgeous cock. I lick my lips.   He has been satisfied, but I haven’t.  I’m on fire.  All those weeks of not cumming have taken their toll on me.

I look pleadingly at the Marquis.  He comes over and removes the chains connecting the rings on my labia.  Chills run up and down my spine at his touch. He eyes the Count’s cock.

The videographer continues to capture everything on tape.

I straddle the Count and lower my cunt on to the head of his cock.  Oh my God, I’m in heaven.  This monster cock might rip me apart, but I’ll go out in bliss.

The Marquis comes around in front of the Count. He takes the old man’s wrist in his hand much as you would do when checking someone’s pulse.  That's exactly what he's doing.  He's checking the old man's pulse.  I continue to ease the head of his cock into my pussy.  Oh God, that feels good.

"He's dead," says the Count as he places his hand on his chest.  "That massive orgasm must have been too much for him with his heart condition."

"Oh my God," I scream as I dismount him and retreat into the corner. "This can't be happening.  Oh God, this can't be happening."

I babble senselessly, shocked by the reality of the situation. 

“This old man is dead because of me,” I whimper.

"The doctors had given him only a few days to live.  His time had come.  His son wanted him to die fulfilling a lifetime desire, to have his cock devoured by a voluptuous woman.  When he saw you at the party last month and the way you serviced anyone and anything in sight, he knew you were the one. You are not to blame. You simply fulfilled an old man’s dying wish.”

I begin to settle down now that I know the true state of affairs.  My breathing levels out, but the fire in my cunt rages on.  My clit is throbbing, standing out like a little prick, and in desperate need of attention.

"Why don't you continue what you started, Gwen?  You know you want to, and the Count wants it that way," whispers the Marquis in my ear as he caresses my breasts further inflaming me.

I begin to cry.  Is he out of his mind?  Fuck a dead man.  What does he think I am -  some kind of pervert?  I'm so torn.  The old man is dead.  You just can't have sex with a dead man.  But still the fire in my loins rages on and on.

"Go on, Gwen, you know you want to," taunts the Marquis as he swats my ass with his riding crop.

He’s making me do this.  He knows I’m so aroused that I’ll do just about anything to cum.  He takes his pleasure in abasing me, but he wants to make it look like it’s my decision.  He holds the solution.  He could fuck me, and then they would be no decision to make.  I wouldn’t have to fuck a dead man with a gorgeous 14 inch cock.

But that wasn’t to be.  If I walk away now, the fire in my pussy will rage on and on for who knows how long. 

I slowly walk over to the dead old man mesmerized by his gigantic cock standing up so straight and stiff.  My pussy is drooling.  I'm so torn.  And then I am overcome by lust.  I straddle the old man and lower my pussy down on the head of his cock.  Oh my God, that feels so good.  I lower myself further allowing two, three, four inches of his gigantic cock to enter my cunt.  Chills run up and down my spine.  I'm like a she bitch in heat.

I push down hard and five more inches of cock enter my love canal.  God, this feels so good.  I look up and the old man still has a smile on his face.  I move up and down on his phallus gyrating my hips, and then I suddenly impale myself on his gigantic cock burying all 14 inches into my cunt. Yes!  I feel so full.  His huge dick has pressed into my cervix.

The videographer catches all of it on film.

I raise myself off his cock and slowly descend once more.  God that feels good.  I reach for my nipples, but the Marquis smacks my hand with his riding crop and orders me to put my hands behind my head.

“That’s better, slut.  I don’t want you to take too much initiative.  You were told only to ride that cock.  I want to see you ride faster.  Start moving that slutty cunt of yours up and down on that dick like there’s no tomorrow,” he screams as he smacks my tits with his crop.

He takes measured blows.  He bends the tip of the crop back, takes careful aim, and then let’s go.  SMACK.  Oh God, the pain.  I ride the old dead man’s cock faster and faster with my tits bouncing up and down receiving blows from the Marquis’s crop.  He’s enjoying himself watching me debase myself like this.

There’s a volcano building in me as I ride faster and harder.  I’m out of control as I ram my cunt down on the giant cock.  Rivulets of pleasure course through my body.  I’m on fire and alive.  Every nerve in my body is awake and sensitive.  Yes!  Yes!  My thrusts are fast and furious as I rise and fall on the old dead man’s fantastic cock.  God, I’m fucking a dead man, and I love it.

And then…..

“Eeyeyeyeeeeeeeeeeeee, I’m cuming!”  I scream.  Oh my God, I’ve never come like this before, wave upon wave upon wave sweeping throughout my body.  It’s glorious.  It just continues – wave upon wave upon wave…

It’s over.  I raise myself off the dead man’s cock and stand there staring at it.  The bizarreness of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks.  I just fucked a dead man.  Too what depths of depravity will I sink?  I’m filled with remorse and begin to cry.

“Spread your legs.  Get those hands locked back behind your neck.  Don’t forget your manners,” he hisses as he circles me.

“Yes, sir,” I reply.

“Well, that was quite a show you put on.  I hope you’re feeling better - two down and one to go.”

“I don’t understand, sir” I question not knowing what he means.

“What don’t you understand, Gwen?  I explained it all to you earlier.  You were to please him three ways.  You’ve done two so far with one yet to go.  What is there to understand?” he said angrily.

He can’t be serious.  He can’t really expect me to take him anally.  I only fucked him because I was so worked up and not thinking straight.  I can’t do this.

“You hesitate!” he says as he looks at me hitting his hand with the riding crop.

“Maybe I’m asking too much of you,” he says.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

“All right, you don’t have to be taken anally, however we can’t leave him like this.  You’ll at least have to clean up the mess you made.  You can at least clean off his dick with your mouth.”

I knew it was too good to be true.  It isn't over after all.

"Let's make haste.  Down on your knees, now," commands the Marquis.

I sink to my knees and stare at the gigantic prick in front of me.  It is so big and so thick and so hard.  I’m mesmerized.  I lick the head of the dead man's dick, taking my juices into my mouth.

The videographer again comes in for a close-up.

Meanwhile the Marquis is busy spreading K-Y jelly on my anus as he inserts his finger up my ass.

I'm getting aroused again as I continue to lick up and down the length of this giant prick.  It's so big.  My clit is throbbing and I once again feel the heat building in my loins.  I feverishly lick the giant prick as the Marquis works two fingers up my ass.  The fire builds within me.  God that feels good. 

I work feverishly on the huge prick taking time to lick the balls which are now growing cold.  The Marquis now has three fingers up my ass and is sawing in and out.  He knows what he's doing.  He knows he'll get his way.  All he has to do is get me hot enough, and he knows I’ll impale myself on that fucking dick. 

"That's enough, Gwen.  It's time to end this little party," says the Marquis as he pulls me to my feet.

I hesitate as I look longingly at the huge 14 inch cock.  The Marquis rubs my ass and then trails his finger up and down the crack of my ass.

"Are you having second thoughts, my dear," whispers the Marquis in my ear.

He's done this to me.  He's built me up once more to fever pitch.  He knows I need a cock badly.  He'll have his way.

"Would you like me to grease that giant cock for you?"  Asks the Marquis.

"Yes," I reply meekly.

He laughs an evil laugh as he goes over to the old dead man and spreads K-Y jelly all over his giant 14 inch cock.

What is wrong with me.  My mind is in such a turmoil.  This is so wrong.  I can’t do this. It’s not right.  It goes against everything I’ve ever been brought up to believe. Oh God help me.

"He's ready for you, Gwen," he says.

The videographer gets in to position.

I've reached the point of no return.  I am again once more on fire as I hesitantly walk over to the dead corpse not able to look at the old man’s face. I can’t help myself. I lower my ass onto the head of his huge 14 inch cock trying to gain entrance but not meeting with any success.  I push harder and my anal sphincter begins to give under the pressure.  I push even harder, and finally the head of his cock breaks through into my anus.  I feel so full. I also feel so ashamed of myself.  I find myself totally disgusting.

I push harder and work his fucking cock further into my rectum - five inches, six inches, seven inches, eight inches.  I feel so full.  I ride the eight inches of cock up and down trying to loosen up my passage for further violation.  How can I ever look myself in the mirror again?

I remember to lock my hands behind my head to avoid being chastised by the Marquis.  As I ride the giant cock, my tits bounce up and down on my chest out of control.  The Marquis again uses my chest for target practice, taking measured blows at first my right tit and then my left one.  He then sucks my nipples into his mouth drawing milk.  He offers some to the videographer who takes a short break to feast on the milk flowing from my tits.

As my rectum opens, more and more of his fucking prick is invading me.  12 inches of prick is now buried up my ass and threatening to enter my colon.  I feel so full, but I have a demented desire to go on.  I want all 14 inches buried up my ass.  I want that cock to go where no other cock has gone before.  I’m totally out of control.  My lustful mind is filled with so much desire.

I raise myself up so that only a couple inches of this monster cock is penetrating my anus, and then I drop myself down driving all fourteen inches of cock into my bowels.  Oh my God, I think something ripped, but I don't care.  I think his cock is in my colon.   It feels so fucking good.  I begin to slowly ride his cock up and down sending chills up and down the length of my spine.  My pace increases driving that 14 inch monster faster and harder up my shitter.  I'm out of control, and the Marquis continues to smack my defenseless breasts with his riding crop.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Yes, hit me harder.  Beat my fucking tits.  I want it.  I love it! I deserve it.  I deserve to be whipped unmercifully for what I’m doing now.

The videographer captures all on tape.

Then the Marquis drops his crop and rips open his pants removing his cock.  His cock is hard and pulsing as he approaches, forcing me to lean back so that he can drive his cock up and into my pussy. Yes, fuck my cunt. 

For the last three weeks or so I couldn’t get anyone to pay any attention to my poor pussy.  Now my pussy and my ass are filled with cock.  I am so full.  I can feel both cocks rubbing against each other.  It feels so good.  I don’t ever want it to end.  The Marquis takes long strokes driving his massive tool into me up to the hilt.  Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster!  Really give it to me.  I need to be punished for what I’m doing.

Oh God, it’s happening; like a volcano all hell breaks loose.  I have a massive orgasm and my body shakes uncontrollably.  The Marquis cums in my pussy at the same time.  My pussy is being filled with his cum for the first time since I was taken captive.  I continue to ride both cocks.  Finally the Marquis withdraws his cock from my cunt. I continue fucking the 14 inch cock with abandon.  I’m a crazed lust-driven slut.  The Marquis finally stops me and lifts me off of the huge phallus.

"That's enough, Gwen.  That's quite enough," says the Marquis.

The chambermaids are summoned, and I am taken back to my quarters totally exhausted and spent.  I am physically and emotionally drained. But more than that, I have crossed a line from which I can never return.  I am so ashamed.  God forgive me for what I have done.

I take a long shower and then relax in the whirlpool trying to gather my thoughts. I don’t really want to think right now for my thoughts are becoming suicidal.  The fire in my cunt has been abated for now, but there’s no telling when it will flare up once again into a roaring inferno.

I’m disturbed and dismayed by my behavior this evening – actually by my behavior in general.  I know I was manipulated by the Marquis and really didn’t have too many options, but it disturbs me that I consciously chose to ride that old man’s 14 inch cock.  Even though I’m not allowed many choices, that choice was mine and that’s what bothers me the most.  I could have walked away without putting his 14 inch cock up my ass, but I didn’t.  I chose sexual gratification over salvaging any sense of dignity or self-worth. 

The other thing that bothers me is my language.  Since I’ve been held captive by the Marquis, my language has become much more vulgar.  I think nothing of using words like cunt, pussy, cock, and tits now.  I would never utter such profanity as little as two months ago.  But now these words are becoming an intricate part of my vocabulary, and I like using them.  I want to use them.  They seem to define my sexuality and what I am becoming and that bothers me. 

What does tomorrow hold for me?  I fear that the Marquis will come up with some new diabolical plan to further debase and transform me to his liking - to dehumanize me and turn me into a creature of lust.  I’m no longer the person I used to be.

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