The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 6 

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In the morning of my tenth day of captivity the equipment was removed and I was bathed, fed and prepared for the day's activities.
	
The Marquis entered my chamber.

"Today is the big day.  Today you produce your first milk.  Prepare her ladies.  The doctor and I will be waiting in the other room."

Evelyn and Monique quickly went to work.  My hands and arms were bound behind my back.  I was instructed to clasp my hands together behind my back. Then a white leather sleeve was placed over my hands and slid up my arms.  The leather laces on the sleeve were then drawn tight forcing my arms together from my wrists to my elbows.  As my arms were bound together, my breasts were forced to jut out prominently in front of me.

Monique put my white over-the-knee boots on, and then I was led by a leash attached to my collar to another room where the doctor awaited me.  I walked tentatively on the four inch heels, my huge breasts swaying and bouncing lightly on my chest as I walked down the hall and entered the room.   I thought that it was appropriate that was wore only white.
 
“Ah, there she is.  My dear, this final injection will bring on the flow of milk.  This is a momentous occasion.  It is a moment I have long awaited," said the Marquis with a wild look in his eyes.  
	
The doctor approached me with a needle and injected the serum through my left nipple.  He then took another syringe and did the same to my right nipple.  My nipples tingled as a warmth emanated and spread throughout my breasts.  

I was led to a table and forced to kneel.  My ankles were tied together and my knees were forced apart by a spreader bar.  A thick six inch dildo was forced up my ass.  My cunt received no attention.  I wanted to be fucked in the worst way.  My pussy was on fire and yearned for attention.
	
The Marquis pinched my nipples cruelly as he spoke to me.
	
"It won't be long now, Gwen.  Aren't you glad you came to your husband's rescue?  Your husband who is probably enjoying the $100,000 I paid him for you."
	
I shook my head.  Was I hearing right?  My husband was paid $100,000?  For what?  
	
"Yes, my dear, I can read your mind.  You were paid for.  Actually I would have paid him $200,000 for you, but he accepted my first offer."
	
I cried but my tears had no where to go.  I stared at the Marquis, losing all hope.  My husband sold me.  My husband put a price on my head.  And here I was thinking I was sacrificing myself for his well-being - the bastard!  

The anguish that filled my soul was unbearable.  I was filled with such despair.  Why?  Why did he betray me?   Our courtship was a storybook romance.  It was love at first sight for both of us. I thought we were so happy –the ideal couple.  Oh God, how could I have been so wrong.  I was filled with such emptiness – to think that I meant so little to him.
	
I was very uncomfortable.  Something was happening to me.  I felt my breasts enlarging and getting heavier.  I tried to drive the thought out of my mind.  I was a human milkmaid for this madman.  

A hood was placed over my head and laced up the back leaving me in total darkness. I could hear footsteps as the Marquis and the doctor left the room. I spent the next six hours alone in darkness – alone with my sorrow.  My mind was plagued with thoughts of my betrayal.  What a fool I was.  I didn’t have to get in that limousine.  I could have called the police, and none of this would have happened.  My husband’s little plan would have been foiled.  Why did he do this to me?  I loved him.  I cared for him.  We had plans.  We were going to have children.  We were going to grow old together.

Along with this I was beset with what was happening to me physically.  My breasts were super sensitive and warmth was emanating from them sending jolts of pleasure directly to my pussy.  I was so aroused.  

My mind was in turmoil.  I was having conflicting emotions. I was tormented by my husband’s betrayal, yet at the same time, I was being driven to insanity by the fire in my pussy.  My clit was throbbing and aching and begging for attention.  
	
And then the Marquis returned.  The Marquis removed my head mask.  I squinted as my eyes tried to adjust to the light.  By this time my breasts weighed heavily upon my chest.  Every bone in my body ached from the position I was forced to assume for so many hours.
	
As I looked around, I saw that there were five men in the room besides the Marquis.  They all wore black hoods, leather straps across their chests, and black boots.
	
The Marquis squeezed my left tit.  He continued to squeeze it.  All of a sudden a drop of white milky liquid oozed from my nipple.  This excited the Marquis beyond belief.  He continued to cruelly squeeze my breast and clamped his mouth on my nipple. 
	
The milk began to flow.  I could feel it flowing from my breast. It sprayed out of the many ducts in my nipple. 
	
"Oh God, this is delicious.  This milk is absolutely delicious.  It is beyond my wildest expectations." 
	
The Marquis continued to greedily suck the milk from my left tit and then started to work on my right one.
	
"Untie her.  Let the games begin."
	
My arms were released.  One of the men laid on the floor.  The dildo was removed from my ass and replaced by the man's cock, the only difference being that his cock was much larger then the dildo.
	
"Fuck that cock, dear Gwen, or you'll pay dearly," said the Marquis as he stood over me.
	
Two men walked up on either side of me with their cocks fully extended.
	
"Take those cocks in your hands and suck them for all you’re worth.  I want to see them cum down your throat, Gwen."
	
The other two men knelt in front of me.
	
"Suck those tits.  Drain every drop of milk out of them, and then chew on them until my comrades cum.  Really chew on them to give this bitch an incentive to suck for all she's worth.
	
Again I presented a bizarre sight.  I was riding a bucking bronco that was relentless in pounding his Goliath cock up my ass causing my breasts to jump up and down on my chest.  I held on to the two huge cocks to either side of me not knowing which one to suck first, stroking and sucking in succession trying not to be partial; trying not to invoke the wrath of either one of these beasts.  The other two men sucked greedily on my breasts, draining this new found milk from my breasts while they bit and pinched and squeezed my poor abused breasts.  But yet my pussy was neglected, and it was there that the fire raged, growing stronger and stronger.  No one would put that fire out.  And it raged on and on gathering strength and consuming me.
	
As if on cue, the men began to cum.  The beast sodomizing me came first spewing his jism up my ass, gallon after gallon.  Next the man on my right started to cum in my mouth as I stroked the others phallus.  I made sure I swallowed every drop and then turned my attention to the other man bringing him to a climax.  They were all satisfied.  Everyone was satisfied except me. The burning fire raged on in my cunt.

"That's quite enough," snapped the Marquis.
	
The five men immediately got up and left the room.  I was left sitting on my knees worn out and unsatisfied.  My breasts were sore, my ass was sore, and my pussy was throbbing and leaking juice beneath me.  I reached down and rubbed my clitoris which was so hard and throbbing and desperately in need of attention.  Immediately there was the  sound of whiplash as the whip descended on my hand leaving a red welt.
	
"Don't you dare touch yourself, bitch.  You do only as you are commanded.  Do you understand?"
	
I reached a breaking point and began to cry uncontrollably.
	
"Answer me!"
	
"Forgive me, sir.  Forgive my disobedience."
	
"You think you deserve forgiveness.  Never.  Put your hands behind your head!"
	
I instantly obeyed locking my fingers behind my head.  The Marquis walked up to me and stood between my knees.  I dreaded the menacing look in his eyes.  He was thinking.  He was devising some kind of bizarre punishment for me.
	
There were many moments of dead silence. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"Take her away.  Make sure she is fed and provided with no stimulation whatsoever in her genital area.  I mean none. I also want her groomed tonight.  It’s time to remove all bodily hair.  I’ll be in to decide what is to happen to her long golden tresses.  Go, now!"
	
The chambermaids attached a leash to my collar and lad me from the room. I breathed a sigh of relief.  I was fed in the usual degrading manner and bathed.  I was then prepared for bed.
	
The activities of the day had exhausted me.  I yearned for peace and quiet and a good night’s sleep.  I lay on my back.  My arms were stretched out and attached to the posts.   The same was done to my ankles.  A leather strap was placed across my waist and was drawn tight under the mattress.  Obviously, the Marquis wanted to prevent any movement on my part especially since my pussy was still on fire.

“We will now proceed to remove any unwanted bodily hair.  The Marquis said this needs to be done tonight,” said Monique as she tightened up the leather strap.

“The process is very simple.  First we will shave all areas where hair is to be eliminated including your legs, your underarms, and your genital area.  We will then apply a debilitating cream that will saturate the base of your hair follicles and stop hair growth.  This cream is made up of an amazing mixture of exotic plant enzymes,” said Evelyn as she sharpened a straight razor.

“The Marquis has not decided yet what is to be done with your head.  He may very well decide to permanently remove that hair also.  Understand that this process is irreversible,” added Monique tauntingly as she carried in a basin of water and towels. “I don’t want to alarm you. I just think you should be prepared for the worst.”

They weren’t kidding.  They were really going to do this.  I didn’t mind so much my arms and legs.  I was not too sure about my genital area.  I liked hair down there.  Why was I debating this? I didn’t have any say in the matter, did I?  If I protested that would only mean more punishment for me, and they would still do it.  I was worried about my long blonde hair, though.  Oh my God, he wouldn’t cut my hair would he?  I loved my hair.  I’d worry about that later.  Oh God, my pussy was still on fire.

Evelyn took a cloth and dampened my underarms.  She then coated them with shaving cream.  Monique appeared to be the expert with the straight razor, I hope.  She proceeded to shave my underarms being sure to get every hair.  Evelyn wiped my underarms with a warm compress.  Then she applied a thin layer of this special cream and rubbed it in.

“That’s it.  You’ll never be bothered by underarm hair again,” stated Evelyn.

They then proceeded to repeat this process on my legs.  Fifteen minutes later, and I never would have to worry about shaving my legs again. 

“Now, the fun part, little slut.  It’s time to rid your cunt and rectum of all that nasty hair, teased Monique as she once again sharpened the straight razor.

When all the hair was removed from my genitals, Evelyn did a closer inspection.  She was purposely teasing me, constantly brushing against my clit to keep me aroused.  Whenever she found a stray hair, she plucked it out with tweezers, forcing me to wince in pain.  There were many stray hairs especially near my rectum.  She certainly has my attention as she plucked away. 

Finally Evelyn pronounced, “She’s as smooth as a newborn baby.  There’s not a hair in sight.”

“Good!  Let’s get this over with.  I’ve got a hot date tonight,” said Monique.

They applied the cream to my genitals even rubbing some up in my rectum.  My clit and my labia were given a thorough coating. 

“Done!  Let’s finish her up and get out of here.  I don’t actually believe they’re going to let her sleep tonight,” Evelyn said to Monique.

Monique shrugged her shoulders.

A gag was placed in my mouth.  This one was different than the ball gag I had grown accustomed to.  It was shaped like a penis and was approximately four inches long and two inches in diameter.  It felt very uncomfortable as it was shoved in my mouth.  I gagged.  How was I expected to rest with a phallus in my mouth?  The strap was tightened securing the gag in my mouth.  
	
I was forced to breathe through my nose.  The lights were extinguished and the chambermaids left the room. 
	
In the dark I lay immobile contemplating my situation.  Tears flowed as I remembered what the Marquis said this afternoon about my husband.   Why did my husband betray me?  I loved him.  John meant the world to me.  How it hurt to know that he purposely placed me in this situation.  And I, the fool, thought I was saving him from danger.  If he wanted a divorce, all he had to do was ask for it.

I heard footsteps approaching.  The door opened and the lights were turned on.  I could make out a shadow near the door.  My eyes were trying to adjust to the bright light.

“Does the light bother your eyes, my dear,” said the Marquis as he stood in the doorway.  “Let me turn them out.”
	
He lit a candle and turned off the lights.  He then slowly walked over to my bed with a sadistic grin on his face.  I thought I was going to be allowed to rest tonight.
	
“Are you comfortable, dear Gwen?”
	
Obviously I couldn’t respond thanks to the gag in my mouth.
	
“I must speak to your chambermaids.  They know better than to leave your breasts unattended.  What if your tits started to leak during the night.  Now, we wouldn’t want to lose any of that precious milk, would we?”
	
With that, he took a pair of clamps out of his pocket.  He seemed to be really enjoying himself.  Why did he take such joy in my pain and misfortune?  He squeezed my left nipple bringing it to attention.  He then placed the cushioned clamp on my nipple and began to tighten it.  The pain was excruciating.

“How does that feel, Gwen?  We want it nice and tight so you don’t leak.”  He continued to tighten the clamp.  I thrashed my head back and forth.  It was all I could do.  I couldn’t move any other part of my body.  I couldn’t scream.  I had no other means of release.  The juices in my pussy started to flow.
	
He repeated the process on my right nipple causing me much discomfort.
	
“There.  That’s better.”  His right hand roamed down to my pussy, and he gently squeezed my clitoris.  It felt so good.  I felt chills running up and down my spine.  But I also felt a great deal of pain in my breasts.  I was getting hotter by the minute.  He continued to play with my pussy.  I tried to shove my pussy up to meet his hand, but the leather strap around my waist kept me immobile. 
	
His mood suddenly changed.

“You’re a hot little bitch, aren’t you,” he spit out as he removed his hand from my pussy.   “Do you think for one minute I’m going to let you cum?”  He laughed.
	
I cried.  I was so frustrated.  Sexually frustrated. Why wouldn’t he let me cum?  I did everything he wanted me to do.  I became his milk cow.  I let him debase me in every way imaginable.  Why wouldn’t he let me cum?  I sobbed.  The tears rolled down my cheeks and on to my pillow.
	
He enjoyed this.  It pet his ego.  It drove him on
	
“Poor, poor, Gwen,” he said as he tipped the candle and dripped hot candle wax in my navel.  I inwardly flinched from the burn of the wax.  He continued to amuse himself by dripping hot wax all over my stomach.  He soon tired of this and then put the flame to my right nipple.  My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.  Oh my God, was he crazy.  The pain was exquisite, and the worst part was that I wanted him to do these perverted things to me.  I was afraid but also excited at the same time.  If only he would let me come.
	
He moved the flame to my left nipple.  More pain, more pleasure, perverted pleasure for him and for me.  He then alternated moving the flame first to my right nipple and then to my left.  All this time wax continued to drip on my body.
	
I was in a frenzy.  I needed to be fucked.  I was so fucking hot.  I loved what he is doing to me. My nipples raged with heat but he didn’t burn me.  I wanted him to torture me, but I also wanted him to fuck me.  Why wouldn’t he fuck me?  I was his for the taking. Bring in the dogs.  I didn’t care any more, just let something satisfy the burning in my pussy.
	
He blew out the candle.  “Now, Gwen, it is time for you to rest.  I have another surprise for you in the morning - the biggest surprise of your life.”
	
With that, he walked to the door and left.
	
I was a mess.  How could I sleep?  I was as horny as a toad and at the same time in great pain.  Sleep was slow in coming, and that sleep was a restless one filled with nightmares of beasts eating and devouring my cunt so that it was no more.

