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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…
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