The Misadventures of Gwen

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.