The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 15 

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The next morning it was difficult for me to get through my exercise routine because of the sheer exhaustion I was feeling and also because I was acutely sensitive, especially my nipples, my clit, and now even my labia which was puffy and swollen.  It was even difficult to walk without being aroused.  Who would think such a simple task as walking would become a burden.  The only thing that got me through the morning was the thoughts I had of Shawn and how nice he was to me last night.

I was granted a reprieve from the Marquis who would not be seeing me today.  I was to spend the day with Count Darius, the Marquis’s close acquaintance.

I met the Count after lunch but before my afternoon milking.  He told Claire that he would take care of it.  My breasts were bloated, full of milk, and in need of milking.  He liked pink so my attire for the day was pink.  My pink over the knee boots had five inch heels, the new standard for my outfits.  I was forced to walk even higher on the balls of my feet which was more painful.  Standing for long periods of time was also more difficult. 

When I entered the room, the Count approached and immediately took charge dismissing the chambermaids.  I assumed the position, and the first thing he did was remove my bra.

“We won’t need that today.  Why hide such beautiful treasures?” he said as he cast my bra aside.  “My, my you are quite full, my dear.”

He then circled me assessing what he saw before him.  For some reason I felt uneasy in his presence.

“Forgive me.  I’m being rude.  We really haven’t been introduced, have we?  My name is Count Darius.  You may address me as you would the Marquis,” he instructed. 

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“It is such a pleasure to meet you, my dear,” said the Count.  “I saw the tape of you with my father before he died.  It was quite impressive.  I often go back to view it and have looked forward to this day for quite some time.”

I didn’t like the way he looked at me.  He was making me feel very uncomfortable.  

“You have an absolutely amazing body, such large tits and such a narrow waist.  Dance for me,” he said as he licked his lips with lust in his eyes.  He went over to the wall and turned on music that blared from speakers mounted on the walls.

I began to move my hips not really sure what to do.  I moved to the beat.

“Shake your tits.  Get them swaying to the beat,” he encouraged me.

I swung my tits so they undulated and jiggled on my chest.

“That’s good.  Keep your hips moving.  Pretend you’re sitting on a fat cock as you move,” he taunted.

I moved my hips faster.  The chains pulling on my cunt lips were arousing me more and more.  My pussy was so sensitive and easily aroused.  Chills traveled up and down my spine.  The ring in my clitoral hood hit my large clit which always protruded from the hood and was very sensitive to any kind of stimulation.  Just walking kept my clit in a constant state of arousal.  I was lost in my own little world as I continued to dance to the music filling my ears.

The Count took some K-Y jelly and lubricated a large thick ten inch dildo which sat on a pole two and a half feet off the ground. The pole was threaded and screwed into a floor plate that was located directly behind me.  He screwed the pole into the plate.

“Very nice, indeed.  Move back and ride the pole,” he directed.

I was highly aroused as I continued to dance and backed up while the Count directed the tip of the huge dildo at my anus.  I rotated my hips back and forth as the dildo rested on my anal sphincter, poised to enter.

“Yes, that’s it.  Work your ass down that pole, you little slut.  I want all ten inches buried up your ass. Keep gyrating those hips and move that ass and those tits. Not as large as my father, is it?” he asked.

I felt so uncomfortable.  This was the son of the old dead man I fucked. In spite of that fact I was getting myself all worked up as I moved my ass.  I feel like such a slut. I knew this was wrong, but I was so aroused.  My anal sphincter gave as the black head of the dildo entered my anus, and I continued to dance with my tits swaying back and forth.  I no longer cared. That cock felt so good entering my ass, and my pussy was on fire.

At that moment another person entered the room.  I heard a female voice over the music.  I’d heard that voice before.  

“Count Darius, how good to see you.  The Marquis told me you were entertaining the slut today. I was discussing the possibilities of tattoos for her with the Marquis.  I thought I would join you and maybe get a better look at what I had to work with when the time comes,” Maxine explained to the Count.

“You are a woman of many talents.  I’ve seen some of your work.  Your designs are very impressive,” said the Count.

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” she said as she walked towards me.

I knew her.  She was that woman that was here with my husband, John.  I hated that bitch. What was she doing here?

“Keep moving, Gwen.  Dance.  Move that big dildo up your ass.  I want all of it to disappear,” snickered the Count.

Maxine approached me on my left side as I undulated and moved my hips seductively driving the big fucking black dildo up my ass.  I was so hot.  I needed to be careful.  I didn’t want to get too turned on.  I didn’t want to get shocked again.

“How nice to see you again, slut,” Maxine whispered in my ear as she squeezed my breast and then trailed her hand down to my pussy and flicked my clit.  

I moved my pussy into her hand trying to make better contact.  Chills traveled up and down my spine at her touch.  I hated the bitch, but her touch was driving me crazy.

“You are a hot little slut, aren’t you?” she taunted me.

I continued to dance to the music driving another inch of dildo up my ass.  Four inches of the huge black dildo was now stuffed up my rectum.

“Answer me, slut,” she said as she smacked my tit.

“Yes, madam,” I said as I felt nothing but contempt for this woman.

“That’s better,” she said as she stabbed her tongue into my ear.  “I love your fucking bald head.  It’s so kinky.  It really turns me on,” she said as she rubbed my head and continued to tongue my ear.

“Thank you, madam,” I said as I continued to dance under the watchful eye of the Count.

“Let’s have some fun with her, Count,” Maxine said as she went over and got the small silver remote from the Marquis’s desk.  

She walked back over and stood in front of me.

“That’s it, dance, baby.  Drive that dildo up your fucking ass,” she said as she rubbed my tits and then took my left nipple in her mouth and sucked hard.  She put her hands on my hips and pushed down driving another inch of dildo up my ass.  

Meanwhile the Count has retrieved a leather paddle that was around eighteen inches long, four inches wide, and very flexible.  He reared back and delivered a stinging blow to my left cheek.

Move those hips faster.  Dance on that dildo.  Make it disappear,” he said as he reared back and delivered another blow to my right cheek.

I moved faster driving another inch of dildo up my ass.  I felt so full, and I still had three inches to go.

Meanwhile, Maxine pressed a button on the remote and my nipples began to pulsate.  She continued to suckle on my breasts now drawing milk from my nipples.

Another blow landed on my ass as the Count continued to assault my ass.  

“Oooowwww, I love your tits, slut.   Your milk tastes so good, and they’re so fucking big,” Maxine taunted me as she continued to suckle on my nipples, running her hands up and down my body as I danced to the music.  

The Count continued to land blows on my ass, and now was branching out and delivering blows to my thighs.  I was finding it hard to maintain my balance in my five inch heels. My legs were spread out and each blow of the paddle threatened to throw me off balance.  The dildo continued its upward ascent into my rectum now threatening to enter my colon.  

“I hear you like to get off with old men,” Maxine whispered. “Dead men.”

Why was she tormenting me like this? My emotions were in turmoil.  My nipples tingled, sending waves of pleasure out to all of my tit meat while Maxine kissed and squeezed my tits drawing milk from my nipples.  But the Count’s stinging blows were turning my ass and thighs red as the cruel blows continued to land on my poor abused flesh.  My ass hurt from the Count’s assault on my ass, but at the same time my breasts and pussy were alive and pulsating giving me intense pleasure.  

And now Maxine got on her knees and took my hard sensitive clit in her mouth and nibbled on it.  Waves of pleasure ran through my body as another stinging blow landed on my ass negating the pleasure I felt.  My emotions and feelings were in such turmoil.  I feel intense pain and pleasure at the same time – intermingled.  It was becoming harder and harder to distinguish one from the other.

“Keep moving, bitch, dance,” ordered the Count.

I moved my hips faster as my tits swayed seductively back and forth.  Maxine was driving me crazy with her mouth all over my cunt, but the Count negated all the pleasure I felt with the incessant blows he continued to deliver on my poor flesh.  The dildo was buried up my ass and now began to disappear from site.  I felt so full.

In a moment of lust I took my hands from behind my head and reached down and pushed Maxine’s head into my pussy.  

She sprung up and punched me in the stomach.  The dildo in my ass prevented me from going down. I doubled over in pain.

“You dare touch me, bitch.  Did anyone tell you to move your hands from your head?” she screamed as she pushed me upright.

“No, madam,” I cried as she grabbed my nipples and twisted them viciously.

“Get your hands back behind your head where they belong,” she hissed. “I want to see you grind that dildo up your ass, you slut,” she continued as she pulled downward on my nipples.

I continued to cry as I pushed down on the dildo driving it further into my colon.  The pain now was excruciating.  

“Poor, Gwen,” she said as she released my nipples and rubbed my breasts.  “Does that dildo hurt, baby?” she asked as she whispered in my ear sucking on my ear lobe.

Oh God, why is she taunting me like this?  I can’t take it.

“Push down harder, baby.  Do it for me.  I want that fucking dildo as far up your ass as it can go.  Come on, push, baby,” she whispered in my ear. “is that dildo as big as the old Count?”

She had to remind me again of that night. I wanted to forget it. I wanted to erase it from my mind, but she wouldn’t let it go. 

I pushed down impaling myself further on the thick fat dildo as the Count once again delivered a stinging blow.

“That’s good, baby. Now as you dance rise up off the dildo and then dance your way down again.  Do it for me,” she taunted as she nibbled on my ear still caressing and teasing my body.

My legs were cramping as I raised myself up off the dildo and then worked my ass back down impaling myself once more.  I broke out in a sweat.  I didn’t know how much longer I could continue.

“Nice! Now up again, baby, and drop yourself down on it again.  Let’s make it a game.  Let’s see how far you can drive that nasty dildo up your ass. Make me proud, baby,” she cooed in my ear.  “Oh, I bet John would love to see you now.”

The thought of John filled me with anguish as his betrayal came flooding back to my consciousness as if it was yesterday.  How could she do that? How could she be so cruel as to mention him while debasing me in such a perverse way?   And even more perverse is the fact that I was enjoying it.  I was getting more and more aroused as they mistreated me.

This continued for another twenty minutes. I was lightheaded and felt like I was going to pass out.  Each descent down brought unbearable pain to my rectum as Maxine pleasured me by kissing my tits and once again licking and sucking on my clit and labia.   

“That’s enough,” said the Count.  “OK slut, lift yourself off that dildo.”

I slowly raised myself up and the dildo exited my rectum with a plop.  My asshole was a gaping hole that wouldn’t close as it continued to dilate, sucking with a life of its own.

“Look at that fucking asshole,” said Maxine as she laughed and pointed at me.

“Yes, she’s quite the sight, isn’t she,” said the Count.

“Is there anything she won’t do?” asked Maxine.

“That remains to be seen,” said the Count. 

I stood there embarrassed and humiliated.  I was overwhelmed with shame.  What had I become?

“Oh by the way, John says hi,” Maxine taunted me with a grin on her face.  “If you had kept him happy, Gwen, you wouldn’t be here now.”

I cried.  She had no right to talk to me like that.

“Get on your knees, slut,” ordered Maxine.

I dropped to my knees keeping my hands locked behind my head and spreading my knees wide.

“No, on second thought I want you over here,” she said as she grabbed my ear and dragged me to my feet and pulled me over to the desk.

She sat on the desk spreading her legs wide.  Her skirt hiked up exposing her naked pussy all wet and aroused.

“Bend over and start eating, slut.  This is your lunch,” she commanded as she grabbed my head and shoved my face into her cunt.

The count, who has undressed, removed the 10 inch black dildo off the pole and attached it to a black leather belt.  He put it on his waist just above his own huge twelve inch cock.  He approached me and smacked me on the ass with his hand.  I was bent at the waist with my face buried in Maxine’s pussy. 

The Count smacked my inner thighs ordering me to spread my legs wider.  He then lined up his huge phallus with my cunt and lined up the dildo once again with my anus.  He pushed forward driving both of them home at the same time.  My cunt and rectum were violated simultaneously by the Count who began to drive both in up to the hilt. 

I felt so full and was now so aroused as I drove back against his cock.  I continued to lick Maxine’s hot pussy.

“Oh, that’s nice, baby.  You are good for something.  Suck on my clit,” she directed me as she caressed my naked head.

The Count had picked up a rhythm and was driving into me with long strokes.  At the same time he continued to smack my ass with his hand.

My tits flopped under me as my nipples hit against the front of the desk and brushed up against Maxine’s thighs.  I was so fucking turned on as my pussy was overheating with that huge cock pounding me mercilessly while the fake dildo was being driven up my ass.  My cheeks were heating up as the Count continued to slap my ass.  

“Oh, baby, stick your tongue in my cunt.  You’re making me so fucking hot,” Maxine said as she directed my mouth to her fuck hole urging me to stab my tongue up her canal.  She pressed on my head urging me on.

I was out of control.  I was overwhelmed by the cock and dildo invading me, the constant slapping of my ass, the smell of Maxine’s cunt …  I couldn’t get enough of her as I drove my tongue into her hole wanting to go deeper and deeper.

“Oh yes, baby, that’s it.  Eat me, baby.  Yes, yes,” she encouraged me as she pushed on my head driving me further into her cunt.  My nose was buried, rubbing up and down against her sensitive clit.

I was a bundle of nerves as I approached a massive climax.  I had been denied too long.  I needed to cum so badly.  I drove back meeting the Count’s thrusts blow for blow, further impaling myself on the twin phalluses. 

“Be careful, baby.  Remember, you need to control yourself.  You can’t cum,” she laughed bringing me back to reality.

Oh my God, I can’t cum.  I’m going to get the living shit shocked out of me if I approach a climax, but I can’t stop.  How do I stop when I’m being double fucked?  It’s impossible. My mind was screaming, “No,” but my body said “Yes” as I reached that point of no return as pleasurable sensations coursed throughout my body.

I felt the Count’s cock swell just before he began depositing load upon load of hot cum in my pussy.  He grunted and continued to pound my cunt at a fever pitch.  At the same time Maxine ground her cunt on my face as she approached her own climax. 

“Oh yes, baby, yes, eat my pussy.  That feels so good,” she said as she ground her pussy all over my face.

This was too much for me and I …

“Eeeeeeeggggggghhhh,” my clit and my nipples were jolted by 50,000 volts as pain coursed throughout my body.  My breasts shimmied and vibrated as they were filled with painful electrifying jolts. Milk oozed out of my nipples and dripped on the floor. The Count removed his cock from my pussy and at the same time removed the dildo buried up my ass.  I fell to the floor and spasmed as electricity continued to course throughout my body.  My eyes rolled up into my head, and I passed out.  



When I woke up, I was shackled to my bed.  My body ached all over.  

I heard someone at the door.  God, just leave me alone.  I felt so weak and tired.  

“How do you feel, Gwen?  I was so worried about you,” whispered Maxine as she walked over to my bed.

Oh no, why didn’t she leave me alone.  Would this ever come to an end?

Maxine stood there with a grin on her face and then with her index finger traced circles around my left areola.  She then repeated the action on my right areola.  Her index finger traced down the slope of my right tit and then traveled down to my clitoris.

I shivered my body immediately responded to her touch.  I was aroused and lustful thoughts flooded my mind as I lay there.  Not being allowed to cum was taking its toll on me physically, mentally, and emotionally.

“You know, Gwen, you never got a chance to finish what you started.  It wasn’t nice of you to pass out before I had a chance to cum,” whispered Maxine as she removed her skirt and top and stood there in the nude.  “I really think you ought to finish what you started.”

Maxine quietly got up on the bed and straddled my head.  She lowered her pussy towards my mouth and rubbed her clit up against my nose.  She was wet and her pussy lips were swollen.

“You know what to do, slut.  Get that tongue moving now,” ordered Maxine.

I started to cry as I pried her labia apart with my tongue.  I felt so used by this woman whom I detested for taking my husband away.  She moved her pussy on my tongue urging me to bring her to the climax that I was denied.

Maxine then leaned down and began sucking on my clit.  She was like a woman possessed as she sucked, nibbled, and bit my hard sensitive clit.  She snaked her tongue downward and entered my fuck hole burying it deep within me.  She reached up and squeezed my nipples further arousing me.

This spured me on to dive in and devour her cunt as my tongue and lips were everywhere kissing, licking, and sucking her pussy, driving my tongue deeply in to her.

I hated the bitch.  She knew as well as I what she was doing.  She would attain a glorious climax, and I would have electricity coursing through my body that would be agonizingly painful.  It wasn’t fair.  She was so cruel.

Maxine raised her head. “Yes, bitch, eat my pussy.  I’m so close.  Yes! Yes!  Eat me!” she screamed as she dove back into my pussy driving me to distraction.  

I redoubled my efforts hoping to get her off before I reached that point of no return.  Maybe if she came, she’d just go and leave me alone.

I could tell she was close.  She sat up grinding her pussy into my face suffocating me.  She grabbed me by the nipples and pulled them up and away from my chest as she continued to grind her pussy all over my face stimulating her clitoris with my nose. 

“Oh, yea use that tongue, slut,” she moaned as her sloppy pussy continued to ride my face.  

Suddenly she let out a scream and bore down harder as my face and mouth were drenched with her juices.  She came all over my face and then continued to ride me as she came down from a massive orgasm.  She released my nipples and lifted her cunt above my face.

“Look at the mess you made.  Lick me clean, slut,” she ordered as her pussy hovered above my face, and I licked and sucked up her pussy juice. 

When I was done, she got off the bed and smiled at me.

“Oh Gwen, you didn’t cum yet,” she taunted as she placed her hand on my pussy.  “Do you want me to get you off?”

“That’s alright, madam.  I don’t need to cum. The important thing is that you got to cum,” I said feeling nothing but contempt for the bitch.

“Ha, ha, ha.  Nice try.  Do you think I believe that shit, slut, but you did such a good job of making me cum that I’ll let you off this time.  Sleep tight,” she taunted me as she turned and left the room.

I broke down and cried.   I was so frustrated and horny.  I couldn’t go on like this any longer.   Was this my lot in life?  Was I destined to go through the rest of my life used and abused?  No one cared about me.  I had feelings and needs just like everyone else, but I was treated like a toy.  I was manipulated and used to serve everyone else’s needs and desires.  I just wanted to die.

