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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………
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