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Collected by Djian
updated august 9 2007
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The Misadventures of Gwen
Chapter 4
by Kirk
WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.
This is a copyrighted work. Copyright 2007 by Kirk. Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites.
DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.
Comments, suggestions, and constructive criticism are always welcome.
Email to “Kirk”: mobiguard-asstr@yahoo.com
Website: http://www1.asstr.org/~Kirk
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I was cleaned up and taken to the kitchen for dinner in the same manner as before - on a leash. As I crouched over my bowl eating avariciously, a black man came up behind me and smacked my ass. He then separated my cheeks and pressed his large black prick up against my anus.
"This is your entertainment," the chambermaid said.
Some entertainment. A girl can't even eat in peace. My anal sphincter gave and the huge cock entered my anus. The black man continued to enter me as he smacked my ass cheeks - first the left one and then the right always alternating left and right. He picked up a rhythm like the tattoo of a beating drum. Soon inch by inch he had seven inches of cock up my ass and into my rectum with three to go. Oh my God, he planned on burying all ten inches of that giant cock in my rectum. I couldn’t believe it.
I felt like I was being ripped apart. The blows continued to fall on my ass. My cheeks were now a bright red and very sore. I felt so full, but he continued to penetrate my ass relentlessly.
He was all the way in. Oh, fuck he was at the entrance of my colon. He paused and then reared back and started ramming me in earnest, showing no mercy. I found myself responding to his brutal treatment. My clit once more was hard and throbbing. The pain receded as he continued to ram his giant cock up my ass, and I reared back meeting him thrust for thrust. He withdrew seven to eight inches and then buried it to the hilt up my ass. He continued this assault until he came. By that time my cheeks were bright red and my asshole had been stretched and battered and rammed unmercilessly, but I had not been allowed to cum.
I was exhausted and highly aroused as I was taken back to my bed chambers and prepared for bed. The preparations were extensive.
I was laid out on the bed on my back. My ankles were anchored to the bed posts by chains connected to the rings in my leather anklets. My arms were attached to the bedposts. Only enough slack remained to allow me a minimum amount of movement. My clit was still throbbing and in a highly aroused state while at the same time my rectum was extremely sore from the recent violation.
I thought that the chambermaids were done, but they weren’t. Next they took from a cabinet a leather strap with two dildos attached. One was inserted in my pussy and the other was inserted up my ass. The only reprieve I had was they were smaller than the black man’s cock. A tiny switch was set. I was told that they were computerized. Another strap which was attached to the first went around my waist and was padlocked in front. Preparations appeared 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," said one of the chambermaids sweetly as she exited.
I was very uncomfortable. I realized my movement would be limited tonight. All of a sudden I felt a sensation in my pussy. The dildo was twisting back and forth, up and down. This continued for several minutes and then stopped. All was quiet for some time. Then the dildo up my ass began to move. I was so aroused. This continued for several minutes and stopped.
In spite of my awkward position, I was exhausted and ready for sleep. I began to drift off. I realized that rest is what I needed now especially since I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. I thought back over the past twenty-four hours and realized how far I had 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 pussy. He made me climax. I loved it and wanted more. And my poor pussy had been filled with all manner of large objects – my ass, too. Would they ever be the same? These were my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep.
I was suddenly rudely awakened by a churning in my belly. The dildo in my cunt has gone berserk, twisting and turning inside of me. In spite of myself I was quickly aroused. I began to churn my hips. All of a sudden the dildo in my anus was activated. It too churned and vibrated as if it had a life of its own. I was rapidly building towards a climax. I was almost there ready to shoot. Yes! Yes! This is what I needed, and then all of a sudden they stopped.
Oh God, no! I was so frustrated! I again had this great need to cum. I lay there utterly defeated and began to cry. After quite some time I settled down and drifted off into a troubled sleep.
Suddenly I was again awakened by the dildo in my pussy. It churned and gyrated. Soon the dildo in my anus came to life. No, not this again, please not again. I was exhausted but couldn’t help myself as the heat built in my loins. I churned my hips in time with the dildos building up once again to that glorious point of no return. My hips gyrated in rhythm with the dildos that were violating me. I was almost there! I was so close! And again as before they became silent.
“No, don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt and my ass. Let me cum,” I cried in frustration.
The process repeated itself throughout the night and by 6:00 AM I was exhausted and completely discouraged. My pussy and my asshole were 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 cried in disappointment and frustration.
I lay back and fell o sleep. Twenty minutes later at 6:30 AM the chambermaids entered and awakened me for the day’s festivities. I protested and begged for rest. They laughed.
"You had all night to rest, my dear," they said mockingly as one of them brushed a fingertip over my clit.
The dildos were removed and my leash was attached to take me to the bathroom to relieve myself. They stood and watched me as I peed. I wasn’t allowed any privacy. I reached down and tried to rub my clit. As I did, one of the chambermaids slapped me across the face.
“Leave your pussy alone, you little slut. Never touch yourself unless you’re given permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I stammered.
She slapped my left tit.
“Yes, madam. You are to address me as madam.”
“Yes, madam.”
I was then showered. I was not allowed to give myself a shower. My hands were attached to two manacles hanging from the ceiling in the shower. The chambermaids quickly undressed and entered the shower with me – one in front and one behind. They each take a bar of soap and a cloth and began to wash me. The one behind me concentrated on my ass tormenting me by pushing her soapy finger up my anus. The one in front lathered my breasts while lightly squeezing and kissing my nipples. She then ran the soapy cloth up and down my slit giving my clit a lot of attention. My clit stood at attention and got hard. It looked like a little cock pulsating under her touch. I rotated my hips as the heat built in my loins. Oh God, don’t torture me like this. I moaned pathetically.
I screamed inwardly, “Let me cum!”
My cunt was becoming the center of my universe – a virtual inferno. I was becoming a total slut looking for nothing more then sexual gratification. I was disgusted with myself. It was as if the only thing that mattered in life was cuming. Was I turning into a nymphomaniac? No, I couldn’t be, could I? I was so confused. They were doing this to me. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know anything.
Suddenly they stopped. “Your shower’s over,” whispered the chambermaid standing behind me.
“Let her cool down for a few minutes,” said the other as they got out of the shower.
“Please don’t leave me like this,” I begged.
They ignored me as they talked to each other.
“God, Evelyn, I’m so horny.”
“Me too, Monique,” Evelyn said as she caressed Monique’s breasts.
The chambermaids kissed each other passionately burying their tongues in each others mouth. Their hands roamed all over each others bodies as they became more aroused with each passing moment.
“What about me,” I cried unable to satisfy the itch in my cunt.
Now they dropped to the floor and Monique straddled Evelyn’s head and dropped her pussy over her face. She then lowered her own head and began to lick and suck Evelyn’s pussy. They ate each other out. They were lost in each others lust building toward a climax.
“What about me,” I again cried out. Why weren’t they eating my pussy?
They snickered and continued pleasuring each other with loud groans escaping from their lips. And then they both came at the same time with their bodies bucking and convulsing all over the floor. Then all was quiet. They got up and released me from the manacles. I was dressed in what was becoming my only attire – over the knee boots with four inch heels, leather wrist cuffs, and a collar.
I was then taken to the kitchen for breakfast. I crawled on my hands and knees to my bowl and ate. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I licked the bowl wanting more.
Again the black man provided the morning entertainment by violating my ass. I welcomed his anal assault – at least I was getting some attention. But this only further frustrated me, for like the others, he would not let me cum. He continually pounded into my ass with the steady beat of his large hands coming down on my cheeks. Hopelessness again engulfed me. I yearned to be sitting in front of the TV watching my favorite soap. Instead I sat in front of this black bastard wishing I could cum.
After breakfast I was taken to the lab where I meet Dr. Sharkiro. A series of tests were done on me and several blood samples were 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 breasts."
"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 felt alone and forsaken. Where was my husband? Why hadn’t he come to find me? I began to cry? It was because of him that I was here now. I had changed so much in the last couple of days, and this was only the beginning. Feelings had been awoken in me that I didn’t even know existed. What was I becoming? Do what depths would I sink? Could I sink any lower? Could I become any more depraved? I didn’t know myself any more or what I was capable of.
The Marquis saw me crying and smiled. He walked over to me.
"Why are you crying, my dear. There is no need to cry. You are in good hands," he said as he kneaded my breasts and squeezed my nipples. "Soon your huge breasts will be producing a gallon of milk a day. My first human cow," he continued as he laughed mockingly.
"Would you like to have some fun, Gwen?"
"Oh yes, sir. Whatever you desire," I said as I felt horror unspeakable.
"Good," he said as he took my leash and led me out the door.
I crawled on all fours down the hall next to the Marquis. I was led into a room and told to kneel on a mat. The Marquis stood back and admired me. My breasts were large and still hung proudly on my chest. They begged 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 said as he grabbed my hair turning my face up so that my eyes met 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 didn’t respond. I wasn’t a whore. I felt anxious knowing what was going to happen to me in this room. I was filled with dread. Did he really expect me to service all his friends? The thought scared me and strangely aroused me at the same time. My cunt began to twitch. The idea was oddly appealing. I must be going mad!
The Marquis, while still holding my hair, slapped me across the cheek with the back of his hand. He then hit my other cheek.
"Why do you not respond when spoken to, bitch?"
"Forgive me, sir."
"Are you ready?"
"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 didn’t understand. What did he want me to beg for? I knew I must respond. "Fuck me, sir!"
"No! No, bitch. I'm not going to fuck you. Now beg," he said as he squeezed my left nipple.
This was so humiliating. It was bad enough that his friends were going to fuck the shit out of me, but I had to beg for it? Why was I swearing so much? I never used those words before. They’re so crude and vulgar. I had no choice but to debase myself and comply with the Marquis’ wishes.
"I want to be fucked. Oh please, sir," I moaned.
"That's better. More," he taunted as he continued to abuse my tits.
"Please, let me be fucked. Let them eat me. Let me suck their dicks." I was really getting into it. I was getting carried away.
A spreader bar was brought in and placed on the mat between my feet. It was attached to my ankles by leather straps. My legs were held spread wide open. Suddenly seven little men entered the room wearing nothing more then masks. They all had huge cocks hanging between their legs which began to grow as they saw me kneeling, spread wide open. They surrounded me. I heard something behind me. One of them was licking my cunt and asshole with his rough tongue. God, that feels good. I looked behind me and saw the dwarf standing there with his huge ten inch cock resting on my ass. His cock which was now hard entered my cunt. His eyes glazed over in lust as he pistoned into me violently. His movements were quick and steady and relentless. The other dwarves stood next to me stroking their huge cocks as their friend pounded into me relentlessly.
I thought of my circumstances with revulsion. But in spite of myself I was responding to this little man with the huge cock. The one in my pussy felt so good. I had been deprived of sexual gratification all night and all morning. I was 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 did.
The Marquis grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look in the mirror. I saw the dwarf with the glazed eyes pounding away at my cunt. I also saw the pleasure written on my own face. I was appalled and disgusted by my own image, but I was aroused and on fire. My mind and my emotions were in conflict.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Gwen. You like being fucked, don't you."
"No! NO! I'm not” I sobbed hysterically, but I knew deep down that I was.
"Oh yes you are, and I'll prove it. You're going to cum."
How could I not cum? I had been deprived all night. I had been taken to that glorious peak for hours and hours on end. Of course, I was going to cum. I couldn’t help myself. Plus his dick felt so good. My hips moved in rhythm with the little man with the big dick. I was cumming. The dwarf continued to pound my cunt.
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhaggggggggggg" I screamed out as I came. The dwarf came and deposited a huge load up my battered cunt. He withdrew his now flaccid prick drenched in my pussy juice. I was exhausted.
"One down, six to go," said the Marquis as another dwarf entered my cunt. The pounding began immediately and I responded. I wanted it. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to cum again and again and again.
The Marquis got on his knees by my face and taunted me. There is no reprieve. He squeezed my nipples and kneaded my breasts allowing them no rest. This fueled my fire.
“I told you. You are depraved. Is there anything you won’t do?” he continued to chide me.
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaggggggggggggggg," I came again and so did the second dwarf. I came while being humiliated by the Marquis.
Two more dwarves walked up to me. One stood before me with his nine inch dick looking me in the eye. I was overcome with lust as it grew before my eyes. I stuck out my tongue and ran it across the huge head of his cock. He grabbed my hair and rammed his dick to the back of my throat. I gagged. He held his dick there as I gasped for air, and then he backed off several inches before pushing forward and entering my throat. I felt searing pain as he continued ramming his cock forward not content until all nine inches were buried in my throat with my nose buried in his pubic hair. He held my head fast and gyrated his hips in small circles. I couldn’t breathe.
At the same time the other dwarf entered my cunt and rammed his ten inch cock up my fuck hole in one quick thrust. He then rammed me unmercifully in long and rapid thrusts as he slapped my ass alternating first the left cheek and then the right, never missing a beat.
I couldn’t breathe. I panicked. The dwarf with his cock buried in my throat continued to hold my head firm, and I couldn’t get air. I began to foam at the mouth as I tried to dislodge his giant prick. My movements spurred on the dwarf fucking my cunt as he increased the thrust and rapidity of his cock battering my poor pussy. He finally relented and withdrew his cock from my throat allowing me to gulp in as much air as I possibly could before ramming his cock back down my throat. His pace increased as he battered my poor mouth using it as a cunt.
They both exploded filling my mouth and pussy with cum. I was drowning in a river of cum as they continued to explode in my poor battered cunt and mouth.
I was exhausted and needed rest as the two dwarves withdrew and were immediately replaced by two more. These two had equally long cocks but were much thicker then the other dwarves. How could I possible fit that thing in my mouth? As the one dwarf stretched my poor pussy to new limits, the other one attempted to force the head of his cock into my mouth. I was unable to get my mouth open wide enough to take in his head. I snaked my tongue out at the giant head trying to appease the dwarf. He roughly pried my mouth open with his fingers and forced the head of his cock in. The pain I felt was unbelievable. My jaw was stretched open to its limit and felt like it was going to lock.
"Watch those teeth, lady," sneered the dwarf as he continued to push his fat cock into my mouth towards the back of my throat. I only hoped that he didn’t expect me to deep throat him.
All I could do was pray that my jaw didn’t crack. He grabbed a handful of my hair and continued to push his cock towards the back of my mouth. I gagged and my throat started to heave trying to expel his monstrous cock. I could feel the head of his cock touching my esophagus. With one mighty push his cock ripped into my throat. The pain I felt was excruciating. I felt like a stuffed pig. Getting a better grip on my hair, he relentlessly pushed and pushed and pushed his monstrous cock down my poor stretched throat inch by inch. My throat was aching and sore massaging his cock as it descended further and further into my throat. I frothed and foamed at the mouth as his assault continued.
Meanwhile the other dwarf was pounding my cunt unmercifully. I felt so full. Both ends were stuffed to the limit. Suddenly the dwarf whose cock was lodged in my throat could hold back no longer and exploded in my mouth depositing a huge amount of cum into my belly. He painfully withdrew his cock from my mouth as the other dwarf continued to pound my pussy. I was totally exhausted and ready to collapse as the dwarf pounded my pussy with renewed vigor. Finally he could hold back no more and deposited his load in me.
As he withdrew, I collapsed on the floor and passed out. I couldn’t go on even if only five of the seven dwarves were appeased. When I came to, I was back in my own chambers.
My whirlpool that evening was well deserved. I did more than a day's work.
At dinner that night I ate ravenously. I had worked up an appetite after the day's activities. They were giving me two bowls of food instead of one. I finished the first bowl in peace glad that the black man was not there. All of a sudden there was a resounding slap to my left cheek which drove my face into the bowl.
"Did you think I forgot about you, wench? Have no fear, I am here!"
He slapped my other cheek and probed my cunt with his dick.
I panicked. Oh no, not my pussy. Not after what those dwarves did to it today. Fuck my ass, please fuck my ass.
He wanted nothing to do with my ass and rammed his prick into my poor abused pussy.
"How does that feel, bitch. Better than any old dwarf, I bet?”
He rammed me unmercifully. He pulled out his ten inches only to ram it back in up to the hilt. He continued doing this spurred on by my tears and crying. Finally he came and withdrew his weapon.
"I'm not done with you yet. Time to teach you a lesson!”
What was he talking about? Why didn’t he just leave me alone? He had his fun.
“Have you ever been fist fucked?”
Fist fucked! What on earth was he talking about?
“Well, you're going to be now."
I began 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 obeyed. I had no choice. What else could I do? I cried uncontrollably as I got into position.
He looked both ways and then grabbed my nipples and squeezed them and twisted them between his thumb and forefinger. Then he started to work his fingers into my pussy. He started with two, then three, four, the thumb. I was being stretched beyond any limits I had ever imagined possible. He was ruining my pussy. When his fingers were entirely in my pussy, he formed a fist. I felt so full. I grunted and groaned in pain. He showed no mercy as he continued to drive his fist up my pussy. The walls of my pussy gave and reluctantly received his fist. My pussy would never be the same.
Oh my God this couldn’t be happening. I was in tears and beside myself. The pain was excruciating. I felt so full as his fist ripped into my pussy unmercifully.
The black man smiled as he rammed his fist up my pussy. I grunted. He punched his fist deeper and deeper into my pussy reaching my cervix. He was battering my cervix with his punches.
"Do you like being fist fucked, Gwen?"
I grunted. I was unable to speak. The pain was too great. My breasts swayed back and forth. Every once in a while he slapped one, looking to make sure no one was watching. He continued to pound his fist up my pussy. I felt strangely aroused. My pussy juice was flowing down his hand and lubricating my pussy. I could hear swishing noises as he punched his fist up my love canal. My tits bounced on my chest flapping up and down and back and forth.
"I really hate those jugs," he said as he took a pin out of his pocket.
“Put your hands behind your head and push out those tits.”
Why was he doing this? Everyone else liked my breasts. What was wrong with large breasts?
He jabbed the pin into the side of my left breast. I jumped in pain. He stabbed my right breast. I again jumped. He continued to ram his right fist up my cunt. Every time I jumped I rammed my cunt down on his fist.
"Here you try it,” he said as he handed me the pin still not missing a beat with his fist ramming my cunt. He grabbed 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 said in a menacing voice.
I realize he wasn’t kidding as he continued` to fist fuck me. I was petrified but at the same time I felt a wonderful sensation in my cunt and was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to me in spite of myself. I was reaching a new high. I was close, oh so close. I knew I was going to cum.
"Start jabbing, Miss Melons," he ordered.
What choice did I have? I reluctantly began to jab my tits with the pin - very light at first.
"Harder, lady, harder!"
I obeyed jabbing myself harder with the pin. Something happened to me inside. Something snapped. I became crazed. The juices were flowing faster. I started to ride his fist meeting his shoves as waves of pleasure coursed up and down my spine from my pussy to my tits. I begged him to push harder. I jabbed myself unmercifully with the pin. I even pricked my nipples and drew blood. This seemed to excite me even more. I rode his fist. I had a demented idea and placed the needle on the tip of my left nipple and pushed. A half inch of needle disappeared straight into my nipple. The pain was excruciating but at the same time it sent electric shocks to my pussy. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this to myself.
"You are one crazy bitch. Here’s another needle. Do your right nipple.”
I was too far gone. I took the needle with no hesitation and placed the tip against my right nipple with a demented desire to again push a half inch of the needle directly into my nipple. I pushed. The pain was glorious and sent another jolt to my cunt that sent me over the edge.
I couldn’t take it any more. I exploded.
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhaggggggggggg."
I came like I had never cum before. I gushed all over his fist which was still pounding my cunt unmercifully. I was spent. Totally drained but I still rode the fist.
After a while he removed his fist from my cunt with a plop and stood back and laughed at me. I sat pathetically on the ground feeling the shame at the realization of what I had done and what I had become. I enjoyed myself. I was learning things about myself that I never knew. I was depraved. I enjoyed pain. I enjoyed being humiliated. I enjoyed 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 was I? I knew I would never be the same.
I wept in shame. In such a short time I had discovered so much about myself. I had discovered my dark side.
He put his hand up to my mouth and commanded me to clean it. I licked all of my juices off of his hand and between his fingers. Every once in a while he’d slap me across the face and then command me to keep licking. After a while he tired of this and took out a cigarette lighter.
The pins were still sticking out obscenely from the ends of my inch long nipples. As I continued to lick his hand, he applied heat to the pin in my left nipple. I could feel the heat rising, turning into a burning inside my nipple.
“You like that, don’t you? You really get off on this,” he sneered as he moved the flame over to the other pin. Again, the heat built sending a painful jolt to the core of my tortured nipple.
He alternated 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 was having an effect on me. The heat once again was building in my loins. My hips were moving, my pussy was dripping, looking for something to occupy it. I was again building to a climax. I again needed to cum. Every time he heated a pin, it sent a jolt of electricity directly to my pussy. It was as if he had a direct line to my cunt. I pushed my tits out to him as an offering, willing him to heat the pins.
What kind of a sicko was I becoming? I had sunk to a level where I needed pain and humiliation to get off. Before this I use to be content to make love to John once a week. That was enough to satisfy me. Sometimes we went two weeks without making love. Now look at me. I was becoming a pain slut.
My breathing became heavier and labored. I was sweating profusely. I was so close, and he continued to apply heat to the pins in my nipples. I loved it. I was reaching a new high. I didn’t care how perverted this is. It felt good. No, it felt great.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Heat those pins. Make them hotter.”
And then he suddenly stopped. He pulled both pins out of my nipples and called for the chambermaids.
“No, you can’t stop now. I’m so close,” I screamed as I reached down to finger my cunt and rub my clit. All I needed was a minute.
Before my hand reached my pussy, he slapped me across the face bringing me back to reality.
“Get your hands on your head. Spread your legs wide and arch that back,” he spit out as he directed me.
I obeyed immediately fearing the consequences.
“You’ll not cum again tonight,” he whispered in my ear.
I was broken and defeated. Something was happening to me. I was not the person I use to be. I was now nothing but a crazed slut. I cried pathetically.
I was taken back to my chambers where I was attended to and prepared for bed. Special attention was paid to my breasts with soothing antiseptic and healing ointment being liberally applied.
“We have a slight variation in your accommodations for the night thanks to that disobedient black slave,” explained Evelyn.
I soon found out what that variation was. No dildo was put in my pussy. My pussy would not be violated in order to give me time to heal. However one computerized dildo was slid up my ass. I regretfully realized that this would again be a sleepless night. Monique attached a device to my pussy.
“This device is called a butterfly. It can do wonderful things to your clit. It is also computerized,” she said as she made final adjustments and positioned it.
She attached my wrist cuffs to the corners of the bed.
“You sleep well, little slut,” said Monique as she leaned over and passionately kissed me on the lips while stabbing her tongue into my mouth.
I felt a churning in my loins. All of a sudden the butterfly device attached to my clit came alive, pulsating and stimulating it.
While Monique continued to explore my mouth with her tongue, Evelyn leaned over and swirled her tongue around my left nipple. She looked up at me and said, “Tastes good,” and then took my nipple in her mouth and sucked.
Oh god, it was happening again. I was so aroused. My hips were churning, looking for release. Unexpectedly the dildo in my ass began to gyrate – twisting and turning in my rectum. I was quickly approaching a climax. I closed my eyes and let it build.
Suddenly Monique and Evelyn were gone. I opened my eyes. They were standing by the door.
“Sleep well.”
The bitches were toying with me. They mocked me. They took delight in my plight. The anal invader and the butterfly stopped. All was quiet except my pussy was a raging inferno. It looked as if this was going to be a nightly routine. How long could I last? Sleep deprivation would soon take a toll on me. This constant state of horniness and always being on the edge of a climax would drive me insane. It already drove me to willingly do unthinkable acts.
The chambermaids led me from the room with some difficulty because of the liquid which I had not yet released. The cramping was fierce.
"Get her cleaned up, fed, and ready for the afternoon activities," ordered the Marquis.
I was taken to the bathroom where I was allowed to relieve myself. Then my mask was removed and I was again bathed. Healing balm was applied to my battered and bruised breasts. It was amazing how fast it soothed and healed my huge mammaries. All of the restraints were put back on, but I won a reprieve from the mask.
"Get down on your hands and knees," said one of the chambermaids named Evelyn.
I immediately complied not wanting to provoke her. I didn’t know if I could stand much more punishment.
“Well, honey, I’ve been taking good care of you. Now it’s time you took care of me,” she said.
I watched in dismay as she lifted her mini skirt and exposed her naked cunt. I now knew why I wasn’t wearing a hood.
“Stick your tongue out and get busy, now!” Evelyn taunted.
Was she serious? That was disgusting. I wasn’t going to lick another woman’s pussy! But what choice did I have? What could I do? Could I refuse? No, I couldn’t refuse. That would only result in more punishment for me. I was now about to sink to a new level of depravity – eating another woman’s pussy. A musky smell assaulted my senses as I reluctantly licked out at her pussy lips and reached for her clitoris. I took her clit between my lips and sucked and nibbled on it. I ran my tongue up and down her slit teasing her.
“Let’s see some enthusiasm,” she hissed as she grabbed my head and ground her cunt in to my face.
I sucked and licked for all I’m worth, trying to please the woman. I stuck my tongue up her hole as she continued to grind her cunt in my face. My nose was buried in her clit. I was having a hard time breathing, but I felt a strange sense of arousal. I doubled my efforts driving her closer and closer to a climax. I could feel my own cunt twitching as I licked her greedily. This was really turning me on. What a pervert I was becoming.
She was close. I could sense it. All of a sudden she screamed and my face was bathed in her juices as she shook and twitched out of control. She pushed my head harder and harder into her pussy. I couldn’t breathe. She finally let up and moved her pussy back and forth bathing my face in her juices.
“Not bad, but not great,” she remarked as she led me back to the bathroom to clean up. After cleaning up, she made me lick her cunt clean.
A leash was attached to my collar, and I was led like a dog into the kitchen. On the floor was a bowl filled with some kind of food. I was instructed to eat my lunch like a dog without the benefit of my hands.
I protested. "I can't eat like that..."
A paddle cracked across my left cheek. It was immediately followed by a smack to my right cheek which raised me off the floor. Two more smacks followed in quick succession.
A man said, "You dare to question the ways of the Marquis."
He raised me up by the hair to a kneeling position and backhanded me across my left cheek. He did the same to my right cheek. I screamed out in pain and cried convulsively.”
"I hate big tits. Especially big, ugly jugs like yours. Eat your meal."
This guy meant business. I scrambled over to the dish and ate like a dog. I found it hard to get the food without the use of my hands, but I managed. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I licked the bowl clean.
I was then led back to my chamber where I was hung by a chain from the ceiling. Of course, the rings on my leather wrist cuffs were attached to this chain and then the chain was raised by means of a pulley until I was standing on my tiptoes. In this position I would be allowed to rest.
After hanging there for an hour, every bone in my body ached. Especially acute was the pain in my lower back and my legs from trying to maintain my balance. My feel ached from the four inch heels I was forced to wear.
The Marquis walked in. I saw him for the first time. He was tall, had dark hair, and piercing black eyes. I found him strangely attractive.
He walked over to me and I impulsively said, “Let me suck your cock."
I don't know why I said that. This was madness. This was not like me. I was a married woman. I had always been devoted to my husband, John. It’s just that I was so aroused and had found no release. All I had on my mind was the fire in my pussy, and I needed someone to put it out.
He smacked me across the face with the back of his hand. This was unexpected and it twisted my neck violently to the side. I cried 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 felt humiliated and ashamed for speaking to him the way I did. He must think that I was a tramp who offered 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 seemed to calm down. He lifted my tits feeling their weight and admired them. He was mesmerized by the size and mass of my huge mammaries. My nipples were stiff and I was so aroused. He flicked out his tongue and licked my hard nubs sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
He stood back gazing at my tits. I was very self-conscious. This was one of those times that I wish I were a 32 double B instead of a 36 double D.
“You shall address me as sir. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I responded meekly.
"I came here 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 looked at him incredulously. Human cow? What was he talking about? I didn’t want to be a cow.
He raised his knee and rammed it into my crotch. I would have double over, but I couldn’t because of my bonds. My eyes were bulging out of their sockets.
"Don't you ever learn, bitch. Answer when spoken to. Now, how does that sound to you?"
"Whatever pleases you, sir," I said painfully.
I saw 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 said as he removed two alligator clips from his pocket. Fortunately the clips were cushioned with rubber. Heavy lead balls were attached to them by way of a two inch chain. He squeezed my nipples until they were pert and released a clamp around each of my nipples. The clips bit into my tender tit flesh and sent my eyeballs rolling in their sockets. The rubber cushioning was the only thing that saved my poor abused nipples.
"I wish I were dead. Anything was better than this," I thought to myself.
I almost passed 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 replied apprehensively. Did 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 said as he released the balls.
My breasts were pulled downward from the weight of the balls. They were actually quite heavy in spite of their size. Again, I was aware of acute pain centered in my now very sensitive one inch nipples. The balls hung below my breasts continually dragging my nipples down. The Marquis amused himself with the balls. He pushed them making them sway back and forth. This only increased the pressure on my nipples. They felt as if they were going to be ripped off. What a dreadful thought to have. He continued to push them until they clanked 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 said.
"Then why aren't you laughing. If you think something is funny, laugh."
Laugh! Was he out of his mind? He was abusing my breasts and he wanted me to laugh. What a sick bastard! What did I get myself into?
What choice did I have? I laughed. I felt unbearable pain, but I laughed. This was insane. It suddenly occurred to me. The Marquis was insane. I was at the mercy of a madman. Oh my God, all was lost.
"That's better. I like it when you laugh. I want you to be happy."
He looked at my pubic hair and plucked a few strands. Obviously he found 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 replied.
"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."
He was crazy. I didn’t want to produce milk!
"Oh, it pleases me," said the Marquis as he continued to play with the lead balls as at the expense of my nipples. "Your jugs are 36 double D's now but when I’m through with you they will be much larger," he said 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 panicked. What does he mean immeasurable? They're big enough. They’re too big. I don't want them any bigger. He’s 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 were hard enough to carry on my slight frame. I was lost in my own thoughts and couldn’t focus. I couldn’t believe he wanted to do this to me.
Suddenly I was jolted by a blow to my right tit. It smacked into my left tit which got the large balls hanging from my tits swinging. They clanked against each other as agonizing pain shot through my nipples, but I felt a strange sensation below deep in my pussy.
“Are you being insolent,” he hissed as he smacked my left tit.
"Oh no, sir."
"You’ll like having larger tits, won't you, Gwen?” he again asked.
“Yes, sir,” I replied trying to be as sincere as possible.
“That's good!"
He again laughed insanely.
"I also have another surprise for you, Gwen. Do you want to know what it is?
"Oh yes, sir," I replied with terror in my voice.
"Soon you also will be fulfilling the sexual needs of our Dobermans."
"What!" I said shocked and appalled. I forgot that this wacko was in complete control, and I was totally at his mercy.
"Don't use that tone of voice with me!" he screamed as he slapped me cruelly across the face.
He then appeared to gain control but there was a gleam in his eyes. I didn’t like this. He reached for two chains from the ceiling and clamped them to the rings in my leather anklets. The pulley then drew the chains up lifting and separately my legs wide apart. At the same time the chain holding my arms was lowered.
I was spread wide open three feet off the ground supported by my own weight. The lead balls had fallen to my left and right sides pulling my nipples to the outside. The pain was acute.
"You have insulted my dogs and will have to atone for that. Carl, bring in one of the
Doberman’s."
A Doberman was brought in and positioned between my legs. He sniffed my cunt and began to lap at it with his long tongue. His tongue was rough and stimulated me like nothing I have ever experienced before. I was getting excited and turned on. My juices began to flow. Maybe I was too hasty. These Dobermans might be all right after all.
What was I saying? Oh my God, had I stooped to a new low? This was a dog! A dog was eating me out! I never let my husband John 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 was happening to me?
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 ground my pelvis into his muzzle as best I could, considering my circumstances.
Meanwhile, the Marquis directed his attention back to my tits.
"My, my, but your nipples are stretched beyond belief."
He half opened the clips and dragged the clips off of my very sensitive nipples. The blood rushed back into my nubs bringing with it excruciating pain. Somehow I knew in my pain racked mind that this had all happened to me before. That this is not the first time and probably won’t be the last time I felt agonizing pain. Mixed with this pain was the pleasure the Doberman was giving me. My mind was in turmoil.
The Marquis then dropped his pants, grabbed my hair, and rammed his cock down my throat. I rocked back and forth on the chains as he used my mouth as a cunt. He continually rammed his cock into my mouth penetrating my throat. To a casual observer the outline of his prick could be seen traveling down my throat. I sucked with all of my might. I didn’t want to make any more mistakes and upset him.
Much to my dismay, I was really enjoying this. I liked the way the Doberman was licking my cunt and burying his tongue deeper and deeper into me. I liked having the Marquis's prick rammed down my throat with no mercy. What was the matter with me? I shouldn’t be enjoying this abuse! Why didn't I have any control over my emotions?
I came to a climax, a series of climaxes. My body was convulsing uncontrollably. The Marquis at the same time shot his load down my throat. I was careful to swallow every drop. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I sucked hungrily on his prick, squeezing every last drop out of it. My tummy was full.
The Marquis was pleased, but didn’t want to show it. I was 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 said to one of the chambermaids as he departed.
What’s in store for poor Gwen? Stay tuned - more to come………