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The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 2

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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
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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.

   Please!  Send me your comments!  Email to "Kirk"
mobiguard-asstr@yahoo.com
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   The mansion stood atop a hill in a desolate area.  The grounds were well
kept and surrounded by an eight foot high electrified iron fence.  I was
taken in through a back entrance and turned over to two women who were
expecting me.

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

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

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

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

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

   One of the chambermaids returned with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and
swabbed it all over my tits.  My nipples stung and burned.

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

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

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

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "You have been selected."

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

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

   I grew hysterical.  I didn't understand.  I was confused.  What did she
mean, I have been selected.  Selected for what?  Was this some kind of
joke?

   "What have I been selected for?" I asked.

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

   "Who is the Marquis?" I asked.

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

   I panicked.  A feeling of hopelessness filled me.  I began to cry
uncontrollably.

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

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

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

   I felt strange.  I was in total darkness and this frightened me.  Also
everything sounded muffled since my ears were totally covered by this head
mask.  I felt an impending sense of doom.

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

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

   The rings were removed.  I was then led down a series of corridors and
brought into a room and seated on a stool.  I found it difficult getting
used to walking on four inch heels.  My toes pointed down almost like a
ballerina.  My calves were taunt.

   The Marquis approached.  I could sense his presence but, of course, I
couldn't see him.  I could feel his breath on my neck.

   He took each of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began to
apply pressure.  The pressure increased as he spoke to me.

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

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

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

   I heard everything in very muffled tones and the atmosphere was almost
surreal.  Was this really happening?  The pain emanating from my tits told
me it was real.

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

   He released my nipples and then bent down and caught my right nipple
between his teeth.  He grated his teeth back and forth sending shooting
pain throughout my tit.  He released my right nipple and performed the same
act on my left nipple.  I instinctively tried to pull away, but this only
added to my agony.  He released my left nipple and laughed.  My pussy was
wet, and I was really getting turned on.  It was strange that such pain
would get me horny.  What was wrong with me?

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

   He got a leash from a cabinet on the side wall and attached it to my
collar.  He then led me across the room.  I crawled on my hands and knees
like a dog to a low table.

   An enema bag was brought in by one of the maids.  She lubricated the
tube and worked it up my ass.  She then opened the valve and warm liquid
flowed and filled me.  The bottle was emptied and a new one was attached. I
felt as if I was going to explode.  I began to cramp.  This was an outrage.
What right did he have to do this to me?  I couldn't take any more. 
Finally the valve was closed, the tube removed, and my ass was corked with
a butt plug.

   God, I felt full.  My belly was distended and I looked like I was
pregnant.  Someone please help me.  Where was my Prince Charming?  Where
was my husband?  What had become of him?  Wasn't there anyone who would
come to my rescue?  John, where are you?  How much more of this can I bear!
Oh, how I longed for my old life.

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

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

   "Do you understand?  Acknowledge me!"

   I quickly nodded hoping to avert any further abuse.

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

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

   The Marquis approached me.  I felt something separating my labia.  What
was it?  He inserted the end in to my pussy and began to shove hard.  I
wriggled in pain as my cunt was being violated.  After inserting a
considerable amount of this object, it suddenly started to gyrate.

   "You're probably wondering what I'm doing.  Well, dear Gwen, I'm
training your pussy with a rather large dildo that is two and a half inches
in diameter, electrified, and covered with raised bumps.

   He continued to shove it into my cunt - five inches, six, seven, eight
inches.  I took eight inches!  I had never had eight inches in me.  John
was only five and a half inches long.

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

   I heard him walk away only to return moments later.  I heard a swish
before my left breast exploded in pain.  I winced in pain.  I instinctively
pulled back.  The blows continued.  First my left tit and then my right
tit, then my left tit...  I wanted to scream, but couldn't.

   "My dear, when you cum, I will stop.  Not until," taunted the Marquis.
Moments later my cunt came alive with searing pain as electricity coursed
through it.

   My breasts were being beaten senseless.  In the midst of all this
bizarreness and pain, my juices started to flow from the electricity being
administered to the walls of my vagina.  Something snapped in my mind.  I
thrust my tits out to meet the blow of the whip.  I would scream harder,
harder, but I couldn't.  The hood prevented me from making any sound.

   "Yes," I thought to myself, "Beat my tits.  Hit those jugs.  Show no
mercy.  Give me another jolt of electricity," as I ground my hips to the
flow.  I felt as if I was losing my mind.  All of a sudden I could bear it
no longer.  Oh my God, I was cuming like I'd never cum before.  My orgasm
was so intense.  Oh God, I came again.  Waves of pleasure coursed through
my abused body.

   There was a puddle below me.  I sat in it panting.

   "Get her out of my sight," said the Marquis in disgust.
   What's in store for poor Gwen?  Stay tuned - more to come.........

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