The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 3 

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The chambermaids led me from the room with some difficulty because of the liquid which I had not yet released. The cramping was fierce. 

"Get her cleaned up, fed, and ready for the afternoon activities," ordered the Marquis.

I was taken to the bathroom where I was allowed to relieve myself.  Then my mask was removed and I was again bathed.  Healing balm was applied to my battered and bruised breasts.  It was amazing how fast it soothed and healed my huge mammaries.  All of the restraints were put back on, but I won a reprieve from the mask.

"Get down on your hands and knees," said one of the chambermaids named Evelyn.

I immediately complied not wanting to provoke her.  I didn’t know if I could stand much more punishment.  

“Well, honey, I’ve been taking good care of you.  Now it’s time you took care of me,” she said.

I watched in dismay as she lifted her mini skirt and exposed her naked cunt.  I now knew why I  wasn’t wearing a hood.  

“Stick your tongue out and get busy, now!” Evelyn taunted.

Was she serious? That was disgusting. I wasn’t going to lick another woman’s pussy! But what choice did I have? What could I do?  Could I refuse?  No, I couldn’t refuse. That would only result in more punishment for me.  I was now about to sink to a new level of depravity – eating another woman’s pussy.  A musky smell assaulted my senses as I reluctantly licked out at her pussy lips and reached for her clitoris. I took her clit between my lips and sucked and nibbled on it.  I ran my tongue up and down her slit teasing her.

“Let’s see some enthusiasm,” she hissed as she grabbed my head and ground her cunt in to my face.

I sucked and licked for all I’m worth, trying to please the woman.  I stuck my tongue up her hole as she continued to grind her cunt in my face.  My nose was buried in her clit.  I was having a hard time breathing, but I felt a strange sense of arousal.  I doubled my efforts driving her closer and closer to a climax.  I could feel my own cunt twitching as I licked her greedily.  This was really turning me on.  What a pervert I was becoming.  

She was close.  I could sense it.  All of a sudden she screamed and my face was bathed in her juices as she shook and twitched out of control.  She pushed my head harder and harder into her pussy.  I couldn’t breathe.  She finally let up and moved her pussy back and forth bathing my face in her juices.

“Not bad, but not great,” she remarked as she led me back to the bathroom to clean up.  After cleaning up, she made me lick her cunt clean.

A leash was attached to my collar, and I was led like a dog into the kitchen.  On the floor was a bowl filled with some kind of food.  I was instructed to eat my lunch like a dog without the benefit of my hands.

I protested. "I can't eat like that..."

A paddle cracked across my left cheek.  It was immediately followed by a smack to my right cheek which raised me off the floor.  Two more smacks followed in quick succession.

A man said, "You dare to question the ways of the Marquis."

He raised me up by the hair to a kneeling position and backhanded me across my left cheek.  He did the same to my right cheek.  I screamed out in pain and cried convulsively.”

"I hate big tits.  Especially big, ugly jugs like yours.  Eat your meal."

This guy meant business.  I scrambled over to the dish and ate like a dog.  I found it hard to get the food without the use of my hands, but I managed.  I didn't realize how hungry I was.  I licked the bowl clean.

I was then led back to my chamber where I was hung by a chain from the ceiling.  Of course, the rings on my leather wrist cuffs were attached to this chain and then the chain was raised by means of a pulley until I was standing on my tiptoes.  In this position I would be allowed to rest.
 
After hanging there for an hour, every bone in my body ached.  Especially acute was the pain in my lower back and my legs from trying to maintain my balance.  My feel ached from the four inch heels I was forced to wear.

The Marquis walked in.  I saw him for the first time. He was tall, had dark hair, and piercing black eyes.  I found him strangely attractive.  

He walked over to me and I impulsively said, “Let me suck your cock."

I don't know why I said that.  This was madness.  This was not like me.  I was a married woman. I had always been devoted to my husband, John.  It’s just that I was so aroused and had found no release.  All I had on my mind was the fire in my pussy, and I needed someone to put it out.

He smacked me across the face with the back of his hand.  This was unexpected and it twisted my neck violently to the side.  I cried 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 felt humiliated and ashamed for speaking to him the way I did.  He must think that I was a tramp who offered 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 seemed to calm down.  He lifted my tits feeling their weight and admired them.  He was mesmerized by the size and mass of my huge mammaries.   My nipples were stiff and I was so aroused.  He flicked out his tongue and licked my hard nubs sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

He stood back gazing at my tits.  I was very self-conscious.  This was one of those times that I wish I were a 32 double B instead of a 36 double D.

“You shall address me as sir.  Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I responded meekly.

"I came here 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 looked at him incredulously.  Human cow?  What was he talking about?  I didn’t want to be a cow.

He raised his knee and rammed it into my crotch.  I would have double over, but I couldn’t because of my bonds.  My eyes were bulging out of their sockets.

"Don't you ever learn, bitch.  Answer when spoken to.  Now, how does that sound to you?"

"Whatever pleases you, sir," I said painfully.

I saw 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 said as he removed two alligator clips from his pocket. Fortunately the clips were cushioned with rubber. Heavy lead balls were attached to them by way of a two inch chain.  He squeezed my nipples until they were pert and released a clamp around each of my nipples.  The clips bit into my tender tit flesh and sent my eyeballs rolling in their sockets.  The rubber cushioning was the only thing that saved my poor abused nipples.

"I wish I were dead.  Anything was better than this,"  I thought to myself.

 I almost passed 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 replied apprehensively.  Did 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 said as he released the balls.
  
My breasts were pulled downward from the weight of the balls.  They were  actually quite heavy in spite of their size.  Again, I was aware of acute pain centered in my now very sensitive one inch nipples.  The balls hung below my breasts continually dragging my nipples down.  The Marquis amused himself with the balls.  He pushed them making them sway back and forth.  This only increased the pressure on my nipples.  They felt as if they were going to be ripped off.  What a dreadful thought to have.  He continued to push them until they clanked 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 said. 

"Then why aren't you laughing.  If you think something is funny, laugh."

Laugh! Was he out of his mind? He was abusing my breasts and he wanted me to laugh. What a sick bastard! What did I get myself into? 

What choice did I have?  I laughed.  I felt unbearable pain, but I laughed.  This was insane.  It suddenly occurred to me.  The Marquis was insane.  I was at the mercy of a madman.  Oh my God, all was lost.

"That's better.  I like it when you laugh.  I want you to be happy."

He looked at my pubic hair and plucked a few strands.  Obviously he found 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 replied.

"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." 

He was crazy. I didn’t want to produce milk!

"Oh, it pleases me," said the Marquis as he continued to play with the lead balls as at the expense of my nipples.  "Your jugs are 36 double D's now but when I’m through with you they will be much larger," he said 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 panicked.  What does he mean immeasurable?  They're big enough.  They’re too big.  I don't want them any bigger.  He’s 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 were hard enough to carry on my slight frame.  I was lost in my own thoughts and couldn’t focus.  I couldn’t believe he wanted to do this to me. 

Suddenly I was jolted by a blow to my right tit.  It smacked into my left tit which got the large balls hanging from my tits swinging.  They clanked against each other as agonizing pain shot through my nipples, but I felt a strange sensation below deep in my pussy.  

“Are you being insolent,” he hissed as he smacked my left tit.

"Oh no, sir."

"You’ll like having larger tits, won't you, Gwen?” he again asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied trying to be as sincere as possible.

 “That's good!"  

He again laughed insanely.

"I also have another surprise for you, Gwen.  Do you want to know what it is?

"Oh yes, sir," I replied with terror in my voice.

"Soon you also will be fulfilling the sexual needs of our Dobermans."

"What!" I said shocked and appalled.  I forgot that this wacko was in complete control, and I was totally at his mercy.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me!" he screamed as he slapped me cruelly across the face.  

He then appeared to gain control but there was a gleam in his eyes.  I didn’t like this.  He reached for two chains from the ceiling and clamped them to the rings in my leather anklets.  The pulley then drew the chains up lifting and separately my legs wide apart.  At the same time the chain holding my arms was lowered. 
 
I was spread wide open three feet off the ground supported by my own weight.  The lead balls had fallen to my left and right sides pulling my nipples to the outside.  The pain was acute.

"You have insulted my dogs and will have to atone for that.  Carl, bring in one of the
Doberman’s."

A Doberman was brought in and positioned between my legs.  He sniffed my cunt and began to lap at it with his long tongue.  His tongue was rough and stimulated me like nothing I have ever experienced before.  I was getting excited and turned on.  My juices began to flow.  Maybe I was too hasty.  These Dobermans might be all right after all.

What was I saying?  Oh my God, had I stooped to a new low?  This was a dog!  A dog was eating me out!  I never let my husband John 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 was happening to me?  

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 ground my pelvis into his muzzle as best I could, considering my circumstances. 

Meanwhile, the Marquis directed his attention back to my tits.  

"My, my, but your nipples are stretched beyond belief."  

He half opened the clips and dragged the clips off of my very sensitive nipples.  The blood rushed back into my nubs bringing with it excruciating pain.  Somehow I knew in my pain racked mind that this had all happened to me before.  That this is not the first time and probably won’t be the last time I felt agonizing pain.  Mixed with this pain was the pleasure the Doberman was giving me.  My mind was in turmoil.

The Marquis then dropped his pants, grabbed my hair, and rammed his cock down my throat.  I rocked back and forth on the chains as he used my mouth as a cunt.  He continually rammed his cock into my mouth penetrating my throat.  To a casual observer the outline of his prick could be seen traveling down my throat.  I sucked with all of my might.  I didn’t want to make any more mistakes and upset him.  

Much to my dismay, I was really enjoying this.  I liked the way the Doberman was licking my cunt and burying his tongue deeper and deeper into me.  I liked having the Marquis's prick rammed down my throat with no mercy.  What was the matter with me?  I shouldn’t be enjoying this abuse!  Why didn't I have any control over my emotions?   

I came to a climax, a series of climaxes.  My body was convulsing uncontrollably.  The Marquis at the same time shot his load down my throat.  I was careful to swallow every drop.  I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.  I sucked hungrily on his prick, squeezing every last drop out of it.  My tummy was full.

The Marquis was pleased, but didn’t want to show it.  I was 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 said to one of the chambermaids as he departed.

What’s in store for poor Gwen?  Stay tuned - more to come………



