The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 21


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Chapter 21

Several days have past, and for the most part I have been left alone.  My nipples are sensitive but I have physically recovered from the events of that day.  I haven’t seen the Marquis and that’s a good thing.  I’m too embarrassed to face him right now. I made such a fool of myself.  My hair continues to grow at an accelerated rate. At least that’s one consolation for me.

My daily routine has returned to normal including the exercise program that had been set up for me. I find the morning walks are very arousing now that my clit is so much bigger. It’s still hard and throbs most of the time. It’s a constant reminder to me of my horniness. Sometimes I’m scared, knowing deep down inside that I will probably agree to just about anything to have an orgasm. I think about it all the time. I also have many fantasies where I’m the victim being used by others for their pleasure. That really turns me on. What’s happening to me? Why do I have these sick twisted visions?

Even my chambermaids were distant. They no longer take advantage of me like they did before. It’s because they’re always being monitored. The Marquis knows everything that goes on here, and they now realize that.  I miss the attention they used to give me.  I like it when they use me and make me do nasty things to them.

I was told that the Marquis would see me today. I wondered if the filming of his movie would resume.  What bizarre situation would he expose me to next?  I got wet just thinking about it.

After lunch and my midday milking, I was taken before the Marquis. I was somewhat anxious not really knowing what to expect.  When I entered, the Marquis was engaged in conversation with an elderly woman. I assumed the position as they continued to talk, ignoring me.  It suddenly dawned on me that this was the woman who sat on my face, used me, and then stormed off because I dared to complain that she abused my clit.

The events of that afternoon came back to me like a bad dream, filling me with shame and remorse for the poor choices I made.  They continued to engage in light conversation, oblivious to my presence.  I thought the Marquis might be glad to see me, but obviously he wasn’t.

After some time, the Marquis looked up and saw me standing there.  He walked over and greeted me.

“Good afternoon, Gwen. Do you remember Grace?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I responded with no emotion in my voice.

“Grace received your written apology, but I thought that hearing it from you might be nice,” he said.

Again he continued to torment me. He knew I was perfectly justified to scream out, considering how she was hurting and abusing me. She was being nasty and malicious. There was no reason for what she did to me. Now, he wanted to rub it in my face and make me apologize to her.

“You seem quiet, Gwen, is there a problem?”

“No, sir.”

“Good, then I’ll leave you with Grace for a few minutes while I get some things in order. I’ll be back shortly.  Then we can put this little incident behind us and move forward.”

This wasn’t happening. He was not going to leave me alone with her, was he? There was something about her I didn’t like.  Actually, there were a lot of things about her I didn’t like. She was a nasty old hag. 

The Marquis left, and Grace walked over to me. I noticed she had the small remote in her hand. Why would the Marquis give that to her!

She stood in front of me, looking me up and down.  I tried to avoid eye contact but I couldn’t help but notice her skin, so wrinkled and leathery.  She looked like one of those survivors from a WW II concentration camp, emaciated, nothing but skin and bones.

“The Marquis said there was something you wanted to say to me,” Grace said.

“Yes, Ma’am, I’m sorry about what happened the other day,” I forced out.

She stared at me as her boney finger traced a path between my cleavage. My skin crawled. I can’t help but grimace at her touch.

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all, Missy” she said with venom in her voice as her right hand drew into a fist, reared back, and delivered a surprisingly hard blow to my solar plexus.  I doubled up in pain, surprised and totally caught off guard. As I bent over, holding my stomach, she grabbed my breasts and squeezed them viciously.

“Aaaaaaaaggghhhh,” I screamed, startled by her sudden cruelty.

“You’re out of position. Get back in position immediately. I don’t think the Marquis would appreciate your poor behavior.” 

I painfully straighten up, spread my legs, and locked my hands behind my head. I was filled with dread, standing here totally vulnerable to this old bitch whose only intent seemed to be to make me miserable.

“That’s better, Missy. I thought we could start all over, but you seem to be harboring some ill will,” she whispered as she drew closer to me, reaching down and running her bony finger up and down my clit.  “The other day I was just mesmerized by your clit. It is so large and hard. I never saw one that big before, and you screamed at me.”

“You flicked my clit,” I blurted out.

SMACK! SMACK! 

She slapped me across the right cheek and then did the same to the left, rocking me back and forth.

“Did I ask you to speak?” she asked.

“No, ma’am,” I responded.

“Don’t speak unless asked to,” she retorted with venom in her voice as she picked up the remote.

“I find this remote fascinating. I only have one for my TV. I never saw a remote that controlled a person. You are a person, aren’t you? You don’t need to answer that. It was a joke. Let’s see what this button does,” she cackled as she pushed one of the buttons.

Suddenly my bra came alive, massaging my breasts.  The feeling was exquisite.  Grace had an evil grin on her face as she once again ran her finger up and down my large, throbbing clit.  It didn’t take much for me to get highly excited. My pussy was already oozing.

“What a slut, you are,” she said as her tactics changed. She took her open hand and slapped my pussy.  She continued to do this as the bra worked on my highly sensitive breasts.  I didn’t care. I liked that too. I couldn’t believe that this old bitch was getting me so excited.

“I bet you would like it, Missy, if I started to eat out that overheated pussy of yours?” she asked.

“Oh, yes,” I responded hopefully.

“Fat chance,” she said as she broke out in laughter.

She then pushed a button on the remote and the bra ceased its wonderful massaging. I stood there panting, so hot and horny. I needed to cum. She had worked me up to fever pitch in a relatively short period of time.  

She pushed another button and the clasp on my bra released. She then pulled the cups back, released my large breasts, and took the bra completely off.

She stood back, looking at my breasts as she licked her lips.  I was totally vulnerable, standing there with my hands locked behind my head and my breasts jutting out.

She took my nipples and rolled them between her fingers. I whimpered, knowing what she might do to me.  She then took her dentures out of her mouth, giving me a toothless grin. She reached for my hair and yanked on it pulling my head back and forcing my breasts to thrust out. She then lowered her head, taking my left nipple in her mouth. She sucked on it teasing it with her tongue and gums. Then she took it between her gums and tugged on it, pulling my breast out of shape as she continued to pull my hair.  Pleasurable feelings were communicated to every part of my body as my clit ached and my pussy itched.  I needed something in my pussy. Anything!

She then did the same thing to my right nipple, getting me more and more excited with each passing moment.

She released my hair and stood back looking at me.

“You are so fucking kinky,” she said. 

My eyes welled up with tears.  What could I say?

“Look at those huge tits, the rings in your pussy, the stud in your tongue!  Your mother would be ashamed!  It’s a good thing you’re not my daughter!” 

SMACK! SMACK!  

She then reared back and smacked my right breast on the side and then my left. My breasts swayed to and fro on my chest, shaken by the force of the blows.  She was extremely strong for an old woman. The blows continued. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

My mind was in turmoil. I didn’t know what to do. I was helpless. Where was the Marquis?

“Down on your knees, slut!” she commanded.

What choice did I have? I dropped to my knees before her.  

“Spread those legs wide. I want to see that nasty pussy of yours!” 

I spread wide feeling totally humiliated.

She then picked up the remote and pushed several buttons. My clit and nipple rings came to life, sending wonderful waves of pleasure throughout my body.  My clit throbbed, taking on a life of its own. My pussy juiced, as my labia fluttered.

“If you continue like this, you won’t last much longer, and you know what happens next, don’t you, Missy.”

Oh God, no! I didn’t want to be shocked again.  Why didn’t she leave me alone?

She raised her skirt revealing her ugly shriveled up pussy, the lips hanging there from years of use.

Holding up the remote, she said, “I’ll turn this off when I cum and not a minute sooner. So you better get busy. It’s in your best interests to make me cum before you do.”

The old bitch!  She was using me, and I had no choice but either eat her disgusting pussy or receive a 50,000 volt charge to my clit and nipples. And the worst part of it all was that the charges wouldn’t stop until she came.

I whimpered and cried as I moved my mouth forward towards her old smelly cunt, knowing I had no other choice.  

“You better work fast, Missy. I don’t think you’re going to last much longer, and I want to feel that stud in your tongue all over my pussy and clit,” she snickered.

I frantically licked her wrinkled pussy lips and sought out her clit, hoping to get her off fast. My mouth was everywhere as I licked and sucked and buried my tongue deep inside her. I was so disgusted with myself, but what choice did I have. I moved my right hand to her clit, but she stopped me.

“No hands. Only your mouth, Missy,” she ordered as she grabbed me by the hair, manipulating my head by violent tugs.

I redoubled my efforts as I used every trick I knew to get her off, but I was fighting a losing battle.  I was so close and knew that I wouldn’t last much long. The rings were doing a job on me and driving me closer and closer to that point of no return. Oh God, I was so close as I drove my tongue up her pussy trying to push her over the edge. My head reeled from the pungent smell emanating from her old shriveled up twat. She mashed her sloppy gash all over my face as I sucked and licked. She grabbed me by the hair with her bony hands, pushing me deeper and deeper against her groin.

But the battle was lost as I felt that intense throbbing emanate from my clit. I was ready to explode when suddenly….

“Aaaaaaagggggghghhhhhh,” wave upon wave of electricity coursed through my body. The pain was unbelievable as I fell over onto my back, shaking out of control.  My breasts quivered on my chest, milk seeping out of my large, hard nipples as electricity flowed through them.

“The pain won’t stop, Missy, until I cum,” she reminded me.

She sat on my face as I drove my tongue into her sloppy pussy. My body quivered involuntarily as shock after shock continued to violate my nervous system.  I sucked on her pussy lips and sought out her clit as my legs shook and my body flopped around on the floor, filled with shock after agonizing shock. 

“Oh, yessssssssssssssss,” she screamed as she finally reached a climax, frantically moving up and down on my face.  She pushed down hard, cutting off my air supply, but thankfully the shocks had ceased. She enjoyed the aftermath of her climax as she rubbed her nasty pussy all over my face and made me clean her out thoroughly with my tongue.

She got up and straightened out her skirt.

“Get up, Missy,” she ordered.

I slowly rose still shaken by the shocks to my system. I must look a mess.  I assumed the position barely able to lock my hands behind my head.  My breasts were still quivering.

Grace moved in close. I could smell her rancid breath.  She squeezed my tits and worked her way down to my nipples which she rolled between her thumb and forefinger.

“That was a pleasant surprise, Missy,” she whispered in my ear.  “Too bad I can’t make you cum, too.”

She snickered as she put my bra back on me leaving me once again highly aroused. 

Just as my bra snapped back in place, the Marquis returned.

“Well, Grace, I hope Gwen was able to convey to you how sorry she is,” remarked the Marquis as he approached me.

“Oh, yes, Marquis, she was quite the lady this time. Apology accepted,” Grace said as she walked to the door and left.

I was used again. Through no fault of my own, I once again found myself in a compromising position where I was forced to engage in a disgusting act that I would never consider under any other circumstances. I hope he never found out!

“Well, let’s get down to the reason why you’re hear today,” said the Marquis.  “I’m not very happy with you, Gwen.  You have a very poor attitude.  Consider all that I have done for you?” He let the question hang out there.

Oh sure, let’s look at what you have done for me. I was once a fairly well adjusted young woman who enjoyed the simply things in life – a walk in the park, a romantic dinner, cooking. Now, look at me.  My mind was constantly plagued with one thing – sex!  He had turned me into a lust-crazed slut! 

He also turned me into a freak! He took from me my long beautiful hair which was now growing back no thanks to him. He enlarged my already large breasts. He made me a milker. He enlarged my nipples and clit that were now always extremely sensitive. He pierced my tongue, my labia, and the list goes on.

I no longer wore clothes.  My outfits were a convenience for him. He made me engage in every manner of perverted activity for his amusement, and he made me like it!

“Well!” he said bringing me back to reality.

“Well what, sir?” I asked.

“Well, have you considered? Have you heard anything I’ve said?” he asked, growing more irritated.

“Oh, yes, sir,” I said.

“You have an air about you, Gwen.  Even when you say ‘yes sir’ there’s a tone in your voice that conveys an arrogant attitude. Somehow I suspect I’m going to have to help you to realize that being humble is in your best interests,” he said.

“But I am grateful, sir,” I protested.

“Your response shows me that you are not, but, mark my words, you will be,” he said.

What did he want from me?  I had complied with all his demands. What choice did I have?

“Your rudeness to Grace is a perfect example.  As my property, you have no right to ever address anyone in my home in that manner.  The lowest servant in my household is more worthy than you and deserves your respect and obedience. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I responded as meekly as possible. Something told me I should not rile the Marquis right now even if I did feel that he was being totally unfair. And the truth be known, it really didn’t matter what I thought, did it?

“I’m beginning to think that Maxine is right. I’ve been much too easy on you. Before we finish your movie, I think some training might be in order. As a matter of fact, Maxine is here now, and you will be at her disposal after being milked.”

Claire was summoned and I was dismissed. I don’t understand what had caused the Marquis to be so upset and irritated with me. I was the victim. I was the one who was constantly duped. I was the one who suffered for the amusement of others.
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After my milking, I was taken to Maxine.  I was hoping I would have a reprieve from the bitch until after the filming was completed.  No such luck.

Maxine was waiting for me and wasted no time.  I stood before her in my subservient position while she inspected me.

“I love your hair!” she said as she ran her fingers through my long blonde tresses. “And I see you’re a natural blonde.  Mmmmm, this gives you a whole new look.”

“Thank you, mistress.”

“Well, I heard you’ve had quite a time over the last week or so.  You are a nasty little slut. I heard about some of the things you did to yourself.  Did you really push a three inch needle into your nipple?”

“Yes, mistress.”

 “Nasty,” she taunted me as she removed my bra.

She inspected my nipples and then rubbed them until they were hard.

“There doesn’t seem to be any damage, and they certainly are very responsive.  As a matter of fact, I bet your pussy is dripping wet right now.”

Maxine then took my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed them hard. She kept applying pressure to my nipples as she watched me grimace in pain. I didn’t dare say anything for fear of making her angry.

“Do you like this, Gwen?” she asked.

“Yes, mistress,” I answered.

“If you like it then thank me, slut!”

“Thank you, mistress.”

“Thank you, what?”

“Thank you for squeezing my nipples, mistress,” I responded.

“That’s better,” she said as she released them.

She then rubbed my breasts, squeezing and kneading them.

“The Marquis isn’t very happy with you right now, Gwen.  You might say you’re on his shit list. He thinks you’re much too arrogant and wants me to knock you down a peg or two. I must agree with him. You do need some intensive training in not only being obedient but in having the proper attitude. So let’s begin.” 

She led me over to a corner of the room where a treadmill was set up.

“Get on,” Maxine ordered.  “You spend much too much time as a lady of leisure thinking about self-gratification rather than getting physically motivated. I would hardly call that leisurely workout you have every morning a real workout. Let’s put you through your paces and see what you can do,”

Maxine attached my wrist cuffs to the bars on the side of the treadmill and then pushed a button setting it in motion.  I found I could easily keep up even though I was wearing five inch heels.  So far this was a piece of cake.

“We’re only getting warmed up, slut. I don’t want to wear you out all at once,” she taunted me.

After ten minutes at this pace I began to tire. Maxine watched me intently, making rude comments as I walked.

“Let’s step it up a little.  You’re much too comfortable at this level.”

She pushed a button and the treadmill sped up. She pushed another button and the treadmill inclined a few degrees. Now, not only did I have to move faster, I had to walk on an incline.  I had all I could do to keep up. I looked in the mirror in front of me and saw my tits bouncing up and down on my chest. I also started to sweat as a sheen covered my body.  Walking in these heels was next to impossible.

“That’s better, slut.  Remember, no pain, no gain.  You just concentrate on keeping up with the treadmill rather than thinking about satisfying those nasty slutty urges of yours,” she continued to taunt me. 

She again increased the speed of the treadmill. To make it even more difficult, she had a thirty inch riding crop that she started to apply to me.  She took great delight in swatting my tits with it!  They were her prime target.  

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! 

“Feel good, slut?”

“Yes, mistress,” I managed to reply. I would give her no satisfaction.

I was tiring very quickly, and every bone in my body ached.  To make matters worse, my breasts began to leak milk as they bounced wildly on my chest.

“You’re working up quite a sweat, slut.  That’s good for you. It’ll keep your mind off that nasty little pussy of yours.”

I couldn’t go on like this much longer.  I could barely put one foot in front of the other as I stumbled several times unable to maintain my footing. Then suddenly the treadmill slowed down.  I was moving now at a more manageable pace but Maxine increased the incline of the treadmill so that I was walking uphill.  

She moved around behind me and started swatting my ass with her riding crop.

“Keep moving, slut.  You can do it!”

I was now panting heavily. My chest ached from the exertion. I was sweating profusely. I was feeling nothing but sheer exhaustion.  The upward climb was getting unbearable. I didn’t know how much of this I could take.

Maxine moved around to my side.  She leaned in, yanked my hair back, and kissed my neck, moving closer to my ear.

“Are you getting tired, baby?” she whispered.

“Oh God, yes. I’m exhausted,” I panted.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Oh, please, yes, mistress!”

Don’t worry.  We’ll stop soon. You only have another 25 minutes to go,” she whispered in my ear as she nibbled on it.

No! No! I can’t do this for 25 more minutes. I’ll die. I was exhausted already! I was finding it difficult to breathe and my chest hurt.  Tears escaped from my eyes and flowed down my cheeks.

“Don’t cry, baby.  Maybe there’s another way.  Do you really want to get off the treadmill?” she asked as she reached down and sought out my nipples.

“Oh, yes, mistress,” I begged.

“Well, maybe there’s a way.”

There’s a moment of silence as she pulled and tugged on my nipples, getting them rock hard.  I found it harder and harder to breathe. 

Maxine stood in front of me as I labored on the treadmill, watching me as if in deep thought.   

“I think I’ve got it, baby!” Maxine exclaimed as she ran the tip of her finger over my lips.

I looked at her hopefully, gulping in large breaths of air as I continued to labor on the treadmill.

“I know someone who would love to fuck you up the ass, and he happens to be here right now. All you have to do is agree, and I can turn off the treadmill,” Maxine explained as she continued to run the tip of her finger over my lips and into my mouth.

“The decision is yours, baby,” she sweetly said. She stepped up the speed of the treadmill. “You decide – the treadmill or some anal action.”

I hated the bitch.  She stood there smirking at me! She knew there was no decision to make.  I couldn’t go another 25 minutes on this treadmill. I would drop from sheer exhaustion.

“Have you decided, baby?” she asked.

What choice did I have? I couldn’t continue on here any longer with these five inch heels.  Besides I liked anal sex. A good hard prick up my ass would feel good right about now.  Obviously, the dumb bitch didn’t know me very well.  

“Yes, mistress, he can do it to me.”

“Do what to you?”

“He can put his thing up my butt.”

“Let’s call it what it really is, Gwen! Tell me what you want him to do to you.”

I hated her. She was going to make me beg. Why didn’t she just bring him in and get it over with. It was not my decision to make. I had no choice.

“Gwen, I’m waiting.  Either tell me what you want him to do to you, or I’ll simply leave until your 25 minutes on the treadmill is up!  Don’t waste my time!” Maxine said, showing some irritation at my silence.

Alright, I’d play her little game.

“He can fuck me up the ass.  He can stick his goddamn prick up my rectum, Mistress.”

“So let me understand what you’re saying.  You want this stranger to fuck your ass rather than you getting some good old fashioned exercise on the treadmill.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I managed to say as I began to get cramps.

“Ask me, then.”

Oh God, I needed to get off of this thing. I couldn’t go on much longer.

“Please let your friend fuck my ass, Mistress.”

“Beg me, slut!”

Oh no, please don’t do this to me.  Wasn’t the act bad enough? Now I had to beg for it!

“Oh, Mistress, please let your friend take me up the ass.”

“Really, Gwen?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, I want his cock all the way up my ass,” I begged, wanting only to get off this fucking treadmill.

“Well, if that’s what you really want, but remember it was your choice.  Don’t blame me if you don’t like it. Your wish is granted.” 

With that said she turned the treadmill off and it returned to a horizontal position. I panted totally out of breath.  I was so exhausted. I needed to rest.

“The Marquis said that if you agree, he wants it filmed for his movie.  The film crew is waiting to record this momentous occasion. This should be quite an amazing sight.”

I was feeling somewhat apprehensive.  It was almost as if Maxine was keeping something from me.  I had been taken up the ass before. It was no big deal.  I was panting, trying to catch my breath as the doors suddenly opened and the film crew entered with cameras and bright lights.  They were followed by the Marquis himself who entered sporting a big grin.

Things then happened very quickly. I was released from the treadmill and a chain was lowered and attached to my wrist cuffs.  The chain was then raised, lifting my arms until I was standing on my toes.  My breathing was labored as my sweaty breasts heaved up and down on my chest.

The Marquis approached.

“Well, Gwen, you are so predictable. I knew you would agree. I was watching from the other room. Of course, you know that everything up until now was filmed. For a minute there I thought you might not agree.  What a disappointment that would have been,” said the Marquis.

Something was definitely amiss.  What did I agree to? I tried to recall everything that was said between me and Maxine. I agreed to let some stranger take me up the ass. That was all. Nothing else was said. Was he just trying to scare me?  Was he playing mind games with me again?”

A large chair was positioned behind me.  The chair was high, higher than a bar stool. It had a good sized leather seat and back.   It struck me as strange. This was not an average sized chair for an averaged sized person.

Maxine walked up to me and whispered in my ear, “Baby, you are one brave girl.  But if anyone can do it, I know you can.”

She ran her hands up and down my body, lingering to squeeze my nipples, making them hard before traveling down to my pussy and playing with my clit.  Then she moved behind me.

“Lower the chain,” she ordered. “Spread your legs wide, Gwen. I want to make sure you’re well prepared.”

I spread my legs wide and any remaining slack in the chain was removed.  Maxine slid her hand down my body and cupped my ass. She then pressed a finger loaded with K-Y jelly against my little anal opening.  She pushed it in, forcing the tip through my sphincter and screwing it in up to the first joint, then the second, and finally all the way. A camera came in for a close-up of Maxine in action.

"Nice, tight little asshole," Maxine whispered in my ear.

Maxine pumped her finger up and down inside my rectum.  She then added another finger and worked two fingers deep inside me.

“Feel good, baby,” she whispered as she nibbled on my ear. “I want you well prepared.  Let’s try something a little bigger.”

She barked out a command and one of the technicians brought her a large black dildo that had bumps and ridges all over it.  It was about eight inches long and rather thick.

“Mmmmmmmm, this should do nicely.  It’s only two and a half inches in diameter, but it should loosen you up somewhat,” she whispered as she withdrew her fingers and pressed the head of the well-lubricated dildo against my anus. 

Oh my God, she was pushing that huge dildo up my ass. I felt so full as my sphincter muscle tightly gripped that two and a half inch monster.  She worked slowly inching the dildo further into my rectum. As she did this, she nibbled on my ear and neck.  Her other hand roamed, squeezing my breasts, my ass, and teasing my hard aching clit.

“You’ll thank me later, baby.”

In spite of the pure exhaustion I felt, the slut took over in me, and I found myself getting aroused by the black intruder invading my ass. I gyrated my hips making it easier for Maxine to push her black monster up my rectum. I felt so full.  

“Getting hot, aren’t you, baby?” she asked.

“Oh yes, Mistress,” I responded.

Maxine continued to manipulate my body, further arousing me as the black ribbed dildo inched its way up my rectum. She grabbed my hair, forcing my head back and making my breasts stick out from my chest.  My ass clamped down on the back invader.  The cameras continued to film all that was happening to me.

After some time Maxine had managed to bury the dildo completely up my ass.  She then worked it in and out, stretching my rectum to receive the intruder more readily.  She concentrated on my breasts which were now filled, ready to be milked.  My poor neglected clit twitched, yearning for some attention.

Maxine stepped back leaving the dildo buried in me.  I stood there with my legs spread wide, my arms stretched overhead by the chains, aroused by Maxine’s manipulation of my body.

Looking straight ahead, the door to the room suddenly opened.  My eyes opened wide, my mouth dropped open, and I tried to scream but nothing came out. I was in shock. I couldn’t believe my eyes.  This must be a nightmare.  This couldn’t really be happening.

Maxine walked in front of be and fondled my breasts.

“What’s the matter, baby?  You said this is what you wanted.  You begged for it. This is the choice you made.”

“You deceived me,” I cried.

Maxine slapped me hard across the face.

“I did no such thing. You didn’t want to exercise on the treadmill any more.  You’ll have to live with your decision.”

Maxine walked over to the Marquis.

The figure in the doorway stepped forward.  He must have been at least seven feet tall.  He was huge.  He was all muscle and a giant. I had never seen anyone that huge in my life.  He wore only a towel wrapped around his waist, hiding that part of himself that would soon attempt to fuck me in the ass. 

As a child I loved “Jack and the Beanstalk,” but I never knew I would be face to face with the giant of my childhood.  He was bigger than the incredible Hulk!

I was on emotional overload. I was presently highly aroused with that black dildo penetrating my ass, my nipples and clit were rock hard, but at the same time I was totally exhausted. My legs ached from the workout on the treadmill and the position I now had to maintain. My chest heaved more from the shock of seeing this monster rather than the exertion suffered on the treadmill.

He stood there ogling me while he licked his lips.  I felt so self-conscious and definitely at a disadvantage.

“She’s beautiful,” he grunted as drool escaped from his lips and ran down his chin..

I was immediately repulsed by his reaction. The lustful look in his eyes told me worlds. And now his towel wrap began to tent.

Maxine walked over to him.  She pulled the tie holding his wrap in place. The towel dropped from his groin, and I screamed.

His cock was huge. He was so big. I had never in my entire life seen anything like it before. I didn’t know what I was agreeing to. This wasn’t fair. He would rip me to shreds.

“Well, Gwen, there’s good news and there’s bad news,” Maxine said as she played to the cameras. I could tell she was enjoying every minute of this.

“The good news is that Bernard is only nine inches long.  You should be able to handle that easily. The bad news is that Bernard has a four inch diameter.  You’re going to have to stretch quite a bit to accommodate this monster.  We’ll just have to be careful he doesn’t rip you a new asshole.”

Oh no, this was the end for me. I would never survive that giant cock. He would rip me apart. There was no way!

I lost control and cried hysterically. I couldn’t take any more. I couldn’t go on.

Maxine walked up to me and took my head in her hands. She then gently kissed my cheeks.

“Don’t cry, baby. I know I’ve been hard on you, but it’s for your own good. I won’t let anything happen to you. You’ll make it through this just find.  Do what I say and everything will be alright,” Maxine consoled me, showing genuine concern for the first time.

This had a calming effect on me. I really had no choice in the matter but to trust her. Maybe she  wasn’t so bad after all.

“Do I have to do this,” I stammered.

“Yes, baby, the decision was yours. One way or another, you have to take his cock up your ass.  The human body is very resilient. Just do as I say. Try to relax,” she encouraged me.

The giant, Bernard, now drooling as he gawked at me, was directed to sit in the chair behind me. Now I knew why the chair was so big. A regular chair wouldn’t accommodate this ogre.

Then I felt the chains move as I was lifted up off my feet. Maxine pulled the dildo from my ass leaving my anus gaping wide open.  She guided me back so that my legs were straddling Bernard’s legs.  Then I was once again lowered until the tip of his monster cock rested on the opening to my rectum.  

A deep groan came forth from behind me as contact was made.  Evidently Bernard liked the feel of my ass on his sensitive cock head. 

“OK, baby, you are in control. There’s a little slack in your chain which will allow his cock to begin penetrating you.  He’ll do nothing.”

“He’s going to rip me apart,” I stammered.

“No, he won’t, not if you listen to me. Just do as I say. Try to relax. Take it easy,” Maxine encouraged me as she kissed my lips, driving her tongue into my mouth.

My arms attached to the chain above supported all my weight except for the tip of his cock pressing against my rectum. My legs dangled on either side of this human freak unable to touch the floor below.  His hands reached around and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them roughly.  He grunted as he took liberties with my body.

I tried to relax, knowing that if I remained tense, I was only going to hurt myself.

“That’s good, baby. Relax,” continued Maxine as she drove her tongue deeper in my mouth.

His huge cock head was stretching me as I felt my sphincter muscle giving under the force of gravity. I had no where to go but down.  I groaned feeling myself being stretched beyond anything humanly possible. 

Five minutes passed… ten minutes.  

My arms were stretched taunt. There was no slack in the chain.

“Nice, baby. His cock head is all the way in. I knew you could do it. You’re now stretched four inches wide,” Maxine said as she continued to kiss me.  “This has never been done before. Bernard’s cock has never felt the warmth and tightness of a pussy let alone someone’s ass. You’re making history here today.”

Great!  This was not the kind of history I wanted to make.  I felt so full. Between Maxine’s kisses and the giant’s manipulating of my tits, I found myself getting aroused.  I could picture the large cock violating my ass.  Strangely this was exciting me.

The chain was lowered about an inch and once more I felt pressure on my rectum as all of my weight was centered on that tiny opening.  I trembled as I felt the pressure build. I pulled up on the chains trying to relieve the pressure on my rectum.  I feared being ripped apart.

The giant continued to maul my breasts, pulling on my long nipples, further arousing me in spite of my feelings of disgust for him. He slobbered all over my shoulders and back with his feeble attempts to kiss me. Maxine continued to encourage me as his cock very slowly gained entry to my rectum. 

I felt like I was being split in half.  The pressure was tremendous. Two inches of this monster cock was now up my rectum.  If only I could stop now. Haven’t I proven that I could take him?  Did I really have to take all eight inches?

“Please stop it now, Maxine. I’ve taken two inches. Isn’t that enough,” I begged her, knowing what her answer would be.

“Oh, no, baby, the Marquis would be so disappointed. You don’t want to do that, do you?” she encouraged me as she gestured for the chains to be lowered another inch.

I felt the slack in the chain and at the same time felt the pressure in my rectum as Bernard’s huge cock sought to rip me apart. The pain was excruciating, and I found I was still sweating profusely from trying to pull up on the chains so that his huge phallus didn’t enter me too quickly.  Bernard was grunting behind me as he now squeezed my tits forcing milk to leak out. I was well past my milking time and soon my milk would be flowing freely.

The cameras kept filming my violation, and now a large mirror was brought in and placed around ten feet in front of me.  The scene I saw in the mirror was shocking. I couldn’t believe that it was my image reflecting back at me – an image of a large breasted wanton bitch in heat, chains hanging from piercings in the vagina, a pained, lustful look in her eyes, dressed only in red over the knee boots. Worse than that was the giant that she sat upon with her ass being stretched beyond belief by a telephone pole sized cock.

Strangely, the sight of myself in the mirror was arousing.

“Wonderful, baby, three inches in and only five more to go.  You can do it!” Maxine encouraged me as she nodded and the chain slackened another inch.

“Mmmmmmm, ass real tight,” moaned Bernard.  Obviously he was enjoying my violation.

I felt the pressure once again increase on my rectum as my full weight rested on his large cock slowly stretching my poor rectum beyond any imaginable limits.  Never in my wildest dreams did I believe something like this was possible. 

Milk now freely flowed from my engorged breasts as the giant continued to squeeze them.  Maxine moved down licking my breasts and taking in my sweet nectar. She latched on to one of my long hard nipples and sucked hard, drawing my milk into her mouth and down her throat.

“Mmmmm, that tastes so good, baby. Oh yes you have four inches in.  You’re halfway there.  You might want to move up and down his shaft and get use to his girth. That will make it easier for you to take in the remaining four inches. Just pull up on the chains and raise yourself up and down,” Maxine encouraged me.

I listened to Maxine who had been so nice to me. I raised myself off of his mammoth cock and lowered myself. I continued to do this, rising up a little more with each attempt.  I groaned loudly feeling pain from the obscene stretching of my rectum, but at the same time felt my clit beginning to throb again.  Could it be that I was adjusting to this mammoth anal intruder?

“Mmmmmm, fuck cock. I like,” moaned the giant behind me.

“That’s enough, baby, don’t wear yourself out! You still have a long ways to go,” Maxine whispered in my ear as she kissed and swirled her tongue around it.  “You look so fucking hot.”

The chain was lowered another inch, and I again felt that unbearable pressure on my rectum. It was like sitting on top of a giant pole with nowhere to go. I groaned in agony as new territory was being invaded. The impossible girth of his phallus insistently pushed upward, parting and stretching my abused rectum.

The tautness of the chain told me that the invasion of another inch of new territory had been achieved.  Maxine kept busy lapping the milk dripping off my tits and playing with my pussy. She stroked and squeezed my clit, sending mixed signals throughout my system.

Maxine nodded and the chain was again lowered.  It felt like there was more slack in the chain this time, and I soon found out I was right.  The chain had been lowered two inches, and I fought to pull up so that his fucking mammoth cock didn’t rip into me. The penetration needed to be slow if I was to survive this.  I knew my well being depended on my resolve. My arms ached as I pulled upward trying to slow down the impalement of his cock. 

Maxine wasn’t helping me out too much as she ran her tongue around my clit. I couldn’t hold on any longer as my arms gave out, and I dropped the two inches onto the giant’s thick fuck pole. I let out a groan of agony as new territory was stretched to unimaginable limits. Maxine kissed her way up my body.

“Seven inches – you have seven inches buried up your ass, baby. You’re almost there, and to think this had never happened before. This big oaf had never had that giant dick of his buried anywhere but in his hand. Only one inch to go,” whispered Maxine. 

I couldn’t believe that I had seven inches of that monster buried up my ass. I looked in the mirror and I saw this huge piece of meat the width of a slab of bologna sticking out of my ass.  Everything seemed so surreal as if it was happening to someone else.  This couldn’t be happening to me.

The chain was lowered and I knew the end was in sight. Only one more inch to go, and the giant’s behemoth phallus would have totally penetrated my rectum, stretching it beyond belief.  The familiar pressure on the rectum was there, but I had no strength to pull myself up as the last inch settled in and was buried up my once tight ass.

I could feel his pubic hair against my ass cheeks as he grunted and groaned obviously enjoying himself.

“Good baby, you did it.  That’s wonderful. Your ass is stretched beyond belief but I knew you could do it! Now ride that fucking cock. Move up and down on it. You have to make the behemoth cum. I know you can do it,” Maxine said as she lifted me up under my arms and dropped me back down on his shaft.

Wooden crates were brought in and placed under my feet so I could lift myself up and down with my legs. I no longer had to depend on my limp arms which were still suspended by the chain in the ceiling.

I grunted and groaned as I slowly raised and lowered myself on his phallus.  My rectal walls clung to his giant cock with every stroke in and out.  Bernard was passive and only grunted and groaned as I fucked myself on his pole. I was the perpetrator of my own violation. 

Maxine was now on her knees.  She removed the chains from my pussy rings and put them aside.  She took a long, thin tube attached to a cylinder and pushed it gently up my pussy. I looked at her questioningly. She had been so nice to me. What was she doing now? 

The tube slid deep up inside me. When it could go no further, she turned a knob and a warm liquid flowed into my pussy.  It felt good, and I was so relieved that at least Maxine was being nice to me and trying to ease my discomfort.

I continued to move up and down on the large phallus, and I found my rectum was indeed getting use to the invader. The pain was dulling.

The liquid continued to flow into my pussy until it began bubbling back out of me and around the hose.  Maxine slid the hose in and out a little, twisting it around inside me.  The liquid was very slippery and oily.  Finally, she removed the tube.

‘You’re rectum is all full, baby, but your poor pussy has been neglected, hasn’t it,” Maxine whispered sweetly. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

I could now feel Maxine’s fingers on my pussy wiggling into me.  Her finger pumped easily in and out, slick from the mixture that has been pumped into me. As she looked me in the eye, smiling sweetly, a second, a third, and then a fourth finger joined the first. 	 
	 
I grunted as I felt the pressure against my pussy lips increase. I looked down at Maxine in disbelief.

“Why?” I groaned as she continued working her four fingers into me.

“Why, baby, because I want you to be filled.  Your pussy deserves attention too!” she laughed.

The woman was insane. Once again I had been deceived. How could I be tricked again? When would I ever learn?

I tried to moving away but I couldn’t. All I ended up doing was stretching my rectum even more as Bernard’s giant log was still buried eight inches up my ass.  The pressure now in both ends was unbearable. What was she trying to do? I really didn’t need this. Oh my God, she couldn’t be trying to fit her whole hand into my pussy, could she?  Maxine wouldn’t be that cruel, would she? She could kill me.

I looked down at her pleadingly, looking for any sign of mercy in the woman, but I could see there was none.  

Maxine’s small hand 	pushed harder, sliding through my pussy lips bit by bit until the widest part with her heel and thumb slid through. My outraged, stretched out pussy lips closed slightly around her hand which was now buried in my pussy.

I looked in the mirror and saw the look of disbelief on my face. I also saw the fear. What was to become of me?

I could feel her hand inside my pussy rubbing against the thin membrane between my pussy and rectum.  My pussy lips gripped tightly around Maxine’s small wrist as her hand slid in a slow circle inside of me. The pressure on my rectum was even greater now. 

I groaned in agony. I was so full. 

Now I could feel Maxine’s fingers slide into the heel of her hand, one by one, until her hand formed a fist. She slid her hand in deeper, shoving her fist deep into my belly as I sat impaled on Bernard’s mammoth cock.

My mouth was agape in disbelief. I couldn’t even make a sound. I looked at Maxine pleadingly, hoping to find some sign of compassion, but there was none.

Maxine’s fist reached the deepest part of my pussy. Her knuckles now were pressed tightly against my cervix. She began twisting her hand around, moving it fully around one way and then back the other.

The double assault left me in agony.  

“Get moving, baby, the viewers want their money’s worth. Ride that cock.  I want you to move up and down the full length of that cock, giving Barnard the ride of his life. You ride him until he shoots his load up your ass, and to encourage you, my fist is going to help you out.”

With that Maxine moved her fist out the length of my pussy and then shoved it back in up against my cervix. I rose up off the monster dick all eight inches as her fist pounded my cervix.  On her withdrawal I dropped down impaling myself once again on his inhumane cock.

This continued as Bernard grunted and groaned from the stimulation his phallus was receiving. My body was wracked with pain as I rode the monster cock and Maxine’s fist. I sweated profusely from the exertion and the hot lights that surrounded me. Cameras moved in and recorded this carnage from every angle.

Maxine gave me a sly leer as she continued to work her fist in and out of my pussy, driving my ass up and down the anal intruder.  Then her other hand reached up and started to rub my throbbing pulsing clit. Her fingers deftly manipulated my clit as she pumped her fist in and out of my tightly stretched pussy.

Oh fuck, don’t do this to me. I was so confused. Pain and pleasure mixed and became one. I closed my eyes as the pleasure mounted in my belly.  I could feel myself escalating towards a massive climax. Could this be? Was I able to have a climax with that telephone pole cock buried up my ass?  

Maxine’s movements were steady and slow and relentless as her fist continued to slide deeply up my pussy tunnel.  And now her tongue replaced her fingers on my clit as she flicked it back and forth and then took my clit in her mouth and sucked hard.  

I shivered with the pleasure coursing through my body and pounded down even harder on the grotesquely fat cock buried up my ass.  I could feel that cock begin to swell within me, and I knew the giant, Bernard, was ready to unleash his massive load in me.  A yell from behind me told me I was right as torrents of hot sperm shoot into my rectum flooding my insides. His fucking cock shot load after load of hot cum into me as I rode his cock and milked every last drop out of him.

I groaned as my belly grew warm. I was charged with excitement at the thought that the Marquis might be merciful for all that I had gone through today and let me cum. Oh yes, I was so close. My clit was so sensitive and my nipples tingled as the giant squeezed them harder and pulled them from my body.  Chills ran up and down my spine as I built towards what I instinctively know would be a mind-blowing climax.  I welcomed it! I wanted this so badly. I danced up and down on the fist buried in my pussy and the enormous cock still hard and buried up my cum filled ass.

With bleary eyes I looked in the mirror and saw a good part of Maxine’s forearm buried in my pussy.  I trembled, lustful thoughts seeping through my tired mind.  I was further aroused by the site that looked back at me.  

Yes! Yes! Yes! Closer! Closer! Closer! I’ve never been this close without being charged with electricity!  My nostrils flared as my mouth dropped open.  I pushed forward meeting Maxine’s fist.  I jerked and shook madly.  My body was going into convulsions as her hard little fist burned its way into my belly.  He was going to let me cum! I knew it! He was going to let me cu…

“AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH! NNGHH! NNNG! UUUUUHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH”

The electricity hit my nipples first and then my clit as pain seared throughout my body!  Pure pain encompassed my forehead as I looked in the mirror and saw my tits dancing wildly on my chest, my whole body convulsing with the voltage flowing through it, and then there was darkness.



I first became aware when I felt the water flowing all around me.  I opened my eyes and saw that I was in my own whirlpool.  My body ached all over as my eyes focused, and I saw the Marquis standing there with Monique and Evelyn close by.  The last thing I remember was the electricity flowing through my body while impaled on that giant cock and Maxine’s fist pounding into me.

“Welcome back,” said the Marquis smiling down on me. “You put on quite a show.”

I moaned. I wish I were dead. Right now, I feel like death warmed over. 

“Dr. Shakiro has already examined you, and you’ll be glad to know there is no serious damage. You had some slight bleeding in your rectum but that is to be expected considering the size of the cock you took on.  You will need bed rest and some time off, of course, as you well deserve.”

I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing.  I made it through this ordeal but in some ways I wish I hadn’t. I once again felt used, but most of all betrayed. I was taken in by Maxine’s feigned kindness only to be once more repaid with cruelty beyond belief.  Plus the Marquis had this all set up, and sacrificed me for the element of surprise.  No one was what they appeared to be on the outside. I needed to stop accepting people at face value. 

Physically I didn’t know if I would ever be the same again. I was stretched beyond anything humanely possible, yet he said there was no damage.  Would my ass be reduced to a large gaping hole? Would it ever function normally again? Only time would tell. Only time would tell. I was so tired….. 




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