The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 11 

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Another week passed, and I finally had an audience with the Marquis.  It was mid morning and I was on my way to his drawing room.  My daily routine had not changed as I was still on a rigorous training program.  My calves had become very hard. I think this was due to a combination of the daily walks and the five inch heels I was forced to wear.  An odd curiosity was that I found it hard to walk flat footed. My feet had been forced to arch for so long as a result of having to wear such high heels for as long as 16 hours a day that walking normal was now practically impossible for me.  It looked as if the hair removal has worked since no hair has grown anywhere on my body.  

My nipples were acutely sensitive due to the constant stimulation and regular milking.  I was now milked in two hour intervals twenty-four hours a day.  There was usually very little variation in this routine – up until now anyway.  Also, my nipples had been lengthened to an inch and a quarter by the cones that were attached to them every night.  The Marquis was debating whether he wanted to extend them to two inches.  I prayed that he would not carry though with this plan.  My nipples were already extremely sensitive and constantly hard and erect.

I have not been allowed to cum.  My clit is hard and very sensitive.  I can’t allow anything to touch it without my pussy going into convulsions.  My pussy constantly drips.  I am routinely abused and used by the chambermaids whenever they get the opportunity.  My thoughts are always plagued by visions of enormous pricks, the Dobermans, and massive dildos stuffing my ass and cunt and driving me to multiple orgasms.  I think of little else.  For one fleeting moment last week I thought of my family, but my throbbing clit soon brought my thoughts back to depraved and lurid visions.  Sometimes I think I’m going mad.  

I’ve finally resigned myself to the fact that I will be bald for the rest of my life.  I look in the mirror, and I like the erotic sexy image that reflects back at me.  I look erotic and sexy in a different sort of way.  The only problem is no one is fucking me.

I’ve arrived.  Monique escorted me in, curtseyed, and left the room.  The Marquis rose, looking me over while he tapped his riding crop in the palm of his hand.  He circled me, looking me up and down.

“I must say I like what I see, however, keep in mind that my tastes are bizarre, and most people don’t like what I like,” he said as he stood in front of me taping the side of my left tit with his riding crop.  I was not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. 

“However, dear Gwen, there are several modifications that will be made to your body this week that will greatly enhance your appearance and please me.  You do want to please me, don’t you?” he asked staring at me intently.

“Oh yes, sir,” I responded, and in a strange way I did.  There was something about the Marquis that I was drawn to.  This attraction grew every time I saw him.  He was at the center of many of my perverted dreams.  However, there was also something ominous and foreboding about him.  I had the strange feeling he might be a descendant of another Marquis.

“Very good.  First of all, there’s the matter of your clit,” he said pointing to it with his riding crop.

My clit?  What was the matter with my clit?  Maybe he wanted to do something about its sensitivity which was so bothersome. I was encouraged.   

“Although it is rather large, Dr. Sharkiro says that he can increase the size of your clit with artificial enzymes that replicate the enzymes produced by the pituitary gland.  An enzyme injection directly to the clit and it will increase the size in a matter of days, and might I add sensitivity.  Sensitivity is the key, Gwen.  Anything we can do to increase your sensitivity must be done.  Remember the clitoris is the equivalent of the male penis.  It is the focal point of your sexuality,” he said with a satisfied smile on his face.

I tried not to show my disappointment. It would be to no avail, but my disappointment must have been apparent.

“You look troubled, Gwen.  What is the matter?” he asked as he lifted my chin with his crop.

“My, my.” I stammered unable to say that which I knew he didn’t want to hear.

“Speak.  I need to know what you are thinking,” he demanded.

“My, my clit is ah ah too large already,” I blurted out.

He whacked me with his crop forcing me to my knees – a scream was caught in my throat.  The pain I felt was indescribable.  I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Get up, slut.  Hurry up.  Spread those legs.  Put your hands behind your neck.”

I quickly scrambled to my feet trying to abate his anger.  I knew I should not have voiced my true feelings.  He was so volatile.  His mood swung like a pendulum.   I was destined to be a freak of nature – his Frankenstein. 

“Let me explain the purpose for enlarging your clit.  A larger clit is more prominent,” he said as he paced back and forth in front of me.  “A larger clit is more sensitive.  A larger clit helps you to focus your thoughts on the right things –sexual thoughts.  A larger clit excites you more and therefore you perform better as a sex partner.”

He was silent, looking at me the whole time.

He ran his crop over my clit as he spoke.  “Do you now understand the reason for enlarging your clit?  Can you see the logic?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“Good!  Now tell me what you want.”

I didn’t dare hesitate.  He was still irritated. I knew what he wanted me to say. “I want a larger clit.”

“Do you really want a larger clit, Gwen?  Really,” he whispered as his lips brushed my neck.

“Oh yes, sir,” I forced myself to say as I felt horror unspeakable.  Oh my God, a clit twice the size of my present clit.  I’ll go insane.  This little hard shaft already causes me enough trouble.

“Very nice.  I’ll make arrangements with Dr. Sharkiro for tomorrow morning after your exercises if you’re sure.”  

“Oh, I’m sure, sir,” I again forced myself to say. Why this charade?  Why did he insist I agree to the bizarre transformations he was making to my body?  He mocked me.

“Wonderful, my pet,” he said as he squeezed my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.  He sent shivers up and down my spine.  My nipples were so large and sensitive.

“Let’s discuss some of the other modifications to your body that will take place tomorrow. First of all open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he commanded.  “Ah, very nice.  You have a long tongue, my pet - big enough for two studs – one, I think, about a half inch from the tip of your tongue and the other about an inch behind that.  Yes, that will do nicely.  When a nice fat cock is sliding down your throat, imagine what pleasure those studs will give it.”

More piercings!  Oh God, no.  He was turning me into a freak.  I couldn't do anything about it.  If I protested or complained, his wrath would come down upon me. 

He then pointed once again to my clit.  “I also want your clitoral hood pierced.  With your enlarged clit, this piercing will provide greater stimulation to your clit.  I’m told that can also be done after your injection tomorrow. Let’s move on.”

He pointed to my labia.  “Three rings on both outer cunt lips.  Imagine the wonderful things we can do with those rings,” he said as he patted my labia with his crop.

I couldn't hide my disappointment, although I tried.  That was nine more piercings.  He was totally transforming me and making changes that would only add to my sexual frustration.  I was extremely irritable because I hadn't cum in over two weeks, but I had to keep it in. There was no one to vent my frustration upon. I was expected to be totally obedient and subservient to everyone I came in contact with including the dogs.  I add to keep it in and let it build.  It was driving me crazy.  At night even when something bizarre wasn't being done to my body, I lay awake and fantasized about cumming in all manner of erotic and sometimes perverted ways.  How much more could I take?  

“What’s wrong now,” he demanded.

“Nothing, sir,” I quickly said.

“I know better, Gwen.  You look upset, and I don’t understand why?”  His mood once again had changed.  He began to pace.

“You must realize that when you made the decision to stay, you gave me free reign to transform you as I desired.  You gave up all rights as an individual.  You are no longer a free thinking individual.  You are my property to do with as I wish. Your entire life is in my hands. I tell you what to eat, what to wear, what to say, and where to go. I tell you when you can talk, eat, drink, sleep, shit, and piss. You will learn humiliation, and above all obedience to me.”

I couldn't help myself. I cried.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded.  How could I spread my legs any wider in these five inch heels.  

“I want you to become the ultimate sex machine,” he whispered in my ear.  “I want you to crave sex in any form twenty-four hours a day - to have sex with anyone or anything at my command with no hesitation and love and revel in it.  I want your thoughts to be lewd and lascivious.  You are a cunt – a receptacle for cock.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” I stammered. 

If we wanted me to be a sex machine then why the fuck didn’t he let me have sex? Bring on the cocks. I felt like a nun. I was allowed no sexual gratification whatsoever, and he talked about me being a receptacle for cock. Then give me some cock.

“Repeat after me – I am a cunt.”

“I am a cunt.”

“Again”

“I am a cunt.”

“Louder”

“I AM A CUNT.”

He squeezed my engorged breasts harshly, and milk began to spray out of my nipples.  “I know you don’t understand now, but some day you will.”

 He went to his desk and took out the leather paddle that he used on me at the track.  

“It’s payback time.  You do remember that you still owe me thirteen seconds from your poor performance on the track?  Make sure you count this time.  Lock your hands behind your head and offer me your tits.”

I quickly complied pushing my bloated breasts out as an offering for his wrath.  

“What are you?”

“I am a cunt!”

“Louder!”

“I AM A CUNT.”

“What is your purpose in life?”

“To please you, sir.”

Yes, precisely, to please me!  It would please me to hit those fat bloated tits.  Ask me to hit those fat ugly tits”

“Hit me, sir.”

“Hit what?”

“Hit my fat ugly breasts, sir.”

“Nice girls have breasts, Gwen. You’re not nice. You’re a slut. You have tits! Say it!”

“Hit my fat ugly tits, sir.”

“That’s better. Say please!”

“Please hit me fat ugly tits.”

“Louder.”

“PLEASE HIT MY FAT UGLY TITS”

He reared back and smacked my left tit with the leather paddle. SMACK!

“One.”

He reared back again this time landing a blow to my right tit.  SMACK! Milk splattered out of my engorged breast as it swung to and fro.

“Two,” I moaned feeling the stinging blow.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Please hit my fat ugly tits.”

SMACK! SMACK SMACK!  Three more blows landed on my breasts knocking me senseless.

“Three, four, five,” I forced myself to say through the pain and tears.

“Thank me.”

“Thank you, sir,” I responded as tears escaped from my eyes.

“Say it like you mean it!”

“Thank you, sir!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK!  Oh God, the pain!

“Six, seven, eight, nine,” I screamed in pain as my clit responded to this abuse.  

“Thank you, sir!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  Oh my God. This time the blows were even harder and I reeled back, my head spinning, but still I pushed my breasts out further as an offering.

“Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.  BEAT ME MORE, SIR.  I DESERVE IT.  PLEASE HIT MY FAT UGLY TITS,” I screamed as the exquisite feeling in my groin increased.   My cunt juices were flowing. I was getting off on the beating the Marquis was giving me.

“No, you’ve had enough for tonight.  I think you are learning to derive pleasure from your pain.  This is good.  You may honor me now.  Down on your knees.”

I quickly dropped to my knees frustrated.  I was so close.  Why didn't he let me cum.  A few more whacks of the paddle and I knew I could cum.  He took out his fat cock and rammed it down my throat in one swift thrust.  He grabbed my head, and I moved my head back and forth allowing his stiff cock to slip in and out of my throat. 

“Faster now Gwen, suck harder and faster.”

My jaw was aching.  He was thrusting his hips against my face now, still holding my head and pulling it back and forth as he thrust his cock deep into my throat.  Saliva was dribbling down my chin and dripping on to my engorged abused breasts, yet still he pressed on.

His cock twitched and my mouth was filled with cum.  I swallowed gulping down his sperm like a wanton bitch.  I licked his cock clean.  I wanted more.  I kissed and worshiped his cock.

“Enough.”

He was finished.  He called for a chambermaid.  I was taken back to my room, then bathed and milked.  A good portion of healing balm was rubbed into my abused tits.   The cones were once again placed on my nipples and secured.  

I was immobilized as I was every night with no opportunity to satisfy that growing itch in my pussy.  I was more frustrated then ever.  My clit still pulsed from the night’s activities.  I anticipated what would happen to me tomorrow as I drifted off into a disturbed sleep.  


The following day after morning activities, I had an appointment with Dr. Sharkiro.  He looked like a dog in heat the way his tongue was lolling out of his mouth as he looked me up and down.  He made me feel so self-conscious, and he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was checking me out.  

“Well, you look quite different then the last time I saw you.”

Should I take that as a compliment?  I never did relate well to older men, and Dr. Sharkiro was really old.  He has thinning grey hair and a nervous twitch in his right eye. He must be at least 60 years old.  He was unshaven, and for the most part, unkempt.

He made me lie on the examination table.  I was then strapped down on the table by his nurse.  My legs were placed in stirrups which left my pussy completely exposed.  My clit was prominent, standing at attention like a little prick, throbbing and proud.  

Dr. Sharkiro started by examining my breasts.  “I take it you have no pain during the milking process,” he asked as he felt my breasts for lumps and spent an inordinate amount of time rubbing and stimulating my oversensitive nipples.

“No, sir,” I responded feeling myself getting aroused by the stimulation. 

“Good.” 

He then worked his way down my abdomen, poking and prodding, as he worked his way further down to my genitals.  

My, your clit is quite large and prominent already.  I hope this enlargement doesn’t make you too sensitive down there.  Can you feel this?”  he asked as he flicked my hard clit with his thumb and forefinger

“Oh, yes,” I moaned as he continued to manipulate my clit.  He increased the pressure and snaked his fingers down the folds of my vagina and felt around for my fuck hole.  I was so wet.

“You’re a horny little bitch, aren’t you?  Well, everything seems to be in order.  I think we can begin.  Actually this will only take one minute.  Nurse!”

The nurse approached carrying a tray with a hypodermic needle on it.  

“This is the enzyme injection.  It’s important that this is injected in the fatty tissue of the clitoris and not in the nerve, so remain very still.”

The needle was rather large.  He pierced my clit, and I could feel the enzyme being injected.  The pressure was tremendous. 

“We’re done.  The only thing left to do is provide some stimulation to the clitoris to allow the enzyme to take effect.  I will personally provide that stimulation.” 

He dismisses the nurse and went to the end of the examination table.  He began to kiss my inner thighs working his way up to my pussy.  I never had an examination like this before.  He separated my labia with his tongue and fucked his tongue into my hole.  God that felt good.  Eat me, yes doctor eat me. I groaned as he explored my cavity with his tongue.

“Oh God, that feels so fucking good,” I moaned.

Then he worked his way up to my throbbing clit and sucked and licked it unmercifully.  He was driving me insane, and I was quickly approaching that point of no return.  I was almost there.  

“Oh yes!  Yes!” I moaned loudly.

Suddenly he stopped.  He stopped!  God, no! Why did he stop?

“Please don’t stop, doctor,” I begged.

“I have to.  You’re not allowed to cum,” he said matter of factly.

I cried.  I was so frustrated and horny.

“However, it is now time for your internal.  I need to get some tissue samples.”

He went to the cabinet and came back with a tube of K-Y jelly and a black six inch long dildo that was two inches in diameter. He squeezed some K-Y jelly on his finger and began to work it into my rectum.  Oh my God, what was he doing to me?  As I loosened up, he added another finger and then a third.  He sawed his three fingers into my rectum spreading it wider with each twist and turn.

“I think you’re ready now,” he said as he removed his fingers from my rectum with a plop and greased up the dildo.

Oh my God, he wasn't really going to shove that monster up my ass, was he?  Oh, Christ, I’ll die.

He pressed the head of the dildo at my rear entrance and shoved.  The dildo met some resistance but finally with more pressure and determination the doctor stretched my sphincter muscle and entered my anal channel.  Oh God, I felt so full. My insides felt like they were being ripped apart.  He continued to saw the dildo in and out of my rectum driving in further with each thrust until all six inches were buried to the hilt.  He gave one last shove for good measure, and the dildo disappeared from view up my ass. 

“There, I think you’re full,” he laughed sadistically.  “Go on, tell me you don’t love it.” 

He flicked my clit causing me to shudder.

He then took out a vaginal speculum.  I watched in horror as he rotated the speculum so that the blades were horizontal to one another. He smiled at me.  This was all a joke to him.

He then began to lubricate it with K-Y jelly.  I flinched as his fingers opened my pussy lips and placed the smooth end of the vaginal speculum between them. It felt as if it had been sitting in a bucket of ice it was so cold. I shuddered and cringed as he began to ease it in. I was acutely aware that he was watching my face enjoying every moment of my disgust and discomfort.

He slowly pressed it in.  I could feel it slide over the thick pressure of the dildo rammed up my ass. My pussy felt strangely excited as the cold hard device filled me. He touched my extremely sensitive clit making me jolt.

“See how much you’re enjoying this,” he continued to taunt me.  

After full insertion, he slowly squeezed the handle, opening the blades spreading my aching cunt muscles wide.  Once he could see my cervix, he locked the speculum in the open position. My cervix was a glistening pink. 

He reached over to his tray and retrieved a cotton swab and a small wooden spatula to obtain samples of cells from the endocervical area. I grimaced.  He placed the samples on a slide.

“There we’re done.  I have the samples I need.  That wasn’t too bad, was it?” he asked with a cruel lecherous grin on his face.

I felt relieved that this at least was over. He placed his fingers on the thumbscrew and slowly began to spread the speculum blades further, slowly opening it up.  Why was he opening it wider?  He’d rip me in two.

“Now, let’s have some fun, shall we,” he laughed as he licked his lips eyeing my monstrous tits.

I gasped in pain as the cold steel slowly began to force my insides wider, the cruel bastard.  He had his samples.  The internal exam was over.  Why was he doing this?  

I realized that it was far from over as he smiled and kept on turning the thumb screw, stretching my pussy open wider and wider until I was at the point of screaming in pain. He then stopped the expansion as the pain coursed through my obscenely stretched out cunt.  I thrashed my head back and forth finding the pain unbearable and wishing I were dead. 

He took his dick out of his pants and began to masturbate himself.

He leaned over and licked my clit running his tongue up and down its length.

“I hope you appreciate my bedside manner, you little cunt, or should I say big cunt,” he taunted.

Another turn and he watched carefully the wince of pain on my face.  I groaned in misery.  Oh God, help me.  He inspected my opening seeing how extra wet I was becoming. He brushed his thumb across my clit making it twitch and my whole body flexed. He pressed on it and rubbed hard on it.  With his other hand he continued to stroke his cock.

Oh God, the pain was mixing with pleasure.  This was turning me on.  What’s the matter with me?  My hips flexed with the excruciating mix of pain and pleasure I was experiencing.

“Please, please don’t do that; it …” My husky voice took on that edge of pleading arousal.  I was not convincing at all.

“You like this slut. You like having your cunt spread open wider then any cock can spread it, don’t you?” he chided me.  

He started to turn the thumbscrew again!  Bolts of pain shot up from my cruelly spread cunt. My legs strained against the straps on the stirrups. My bladder was full, being slowly crushed, and I needed to piss.

“Please I need to piss! Oh God, STOP IT!!”

“Two more twists, there! Now it’s at its widest point. I can see deep inside of you, inside your cunt. I can see how horny you are, you little whore. You can’t get enough, can you? Even now amid all the pain I’m inflicting on you, you’re aroused. You want to cum!”

“No it’s not true.  Please stop it! Stop it!” I pleaded, but I knew he was right.  I didn't want him to stop. I was getting off on this.  I was a sick perverted whore.  

“I’ll prove it!” he said as he continued to stroke his dick.

He began to lick and lap around my very hard erect clit.  It was sticking way out of its hood asking to be bitten and licked. I yelped and in the midst of my pain, pleasure rippled up the length of my widespread cunt.  I was so fucking hot and turned on.  Oh, yes!

He continued to lap at my cunt and clit sending thrills up and down my spine.  I trembled in pleasure.  I felt a massive climax building.

He looked up at me.

“Tell me to stop.  Go ahead tell me to stop, you sick slut,” he screamed.

I can’t tell him to stop.  I’m so close.  Oh God, that feels so good.

He came around the table and rubbed his cock across my lips.  My hands were shackled but I stabbed my tongue at the head of his cock.   He moved closer and I devoured him.  I swallowed his cock, and he then rammed it down my throat.  I couldn't get enough.  He continued to violate my throat and then shot massive loads of cum down my throat and into my stomach.  He withdrew his dick from my mouth as I continued to lick and suck it clean.   

He backed up and watched me as I quivered on the table, pleasure mixed with pain coursing through my body.  

I pleaded, “Let me cum.  Please, let me cum, doctor.”

Quickly he loosened the thumb screw to unlock the opened blades. He released the speculum. In one swift movement he withdrew the speculum from my pussy. 

“What are you doing?  Don’t stop now.  Not now, I’m so close,” I whimpered defeated knowing the release was not to come.  I babbled and mumbled incoherently.

He next removed the dildo from my rectum and cleaned up the mess.

I was in shock.  I was so close.  One more minute and my release would be complete. I knew I was on the verge of a massive climax.

“I’m so close.  Please let me cum,” I begged.

“You can’t cum.  The Marquis says you are not to cum.”

He acted as if nothing has happened.  He appeared before me calm, cool, and collected.  I once again cried you in frustration.

“The Marquis’s piercer will be here momentarily.  I’ll leave you for a moment to collect yourself.”

Collect myself!  Is he out of his fucking mind?  How could he leave me like this?  What cruelty!  All I wanted to do was cum.  I was not asking for much.  

My heart was racing.  I couldn't breathe.  I needed to settle down.  I needed to gather my thoughts.  I was so confused.  I didn't know, maybe it was me.   

After a short time a man entered the room and introduced himself as Jake, the body piercer.  I tried to calm myself.  I had this absolutely insane thought and began to laugh – body by Jake!

“Wow, far out!  You are one fucking sexy woman. Too bad I can’t pierce those huge titties. I’d love to get my hands on them.”

He busied himself arranging various instruments on a tray which he brought over to the examination table.  He then put on a pair of latex gloves.

“Stick out your tongue.”  His bedside manner wasn't that great.  

I stuck out my tongue and he grabbed it with an instrument much like tweezers with holes in the end.  He carefully positioned it on my tongue, clamped it down, and then took a 14 gauge hollow needle that he pushed through my tongue. A stainless steel barbell followed the needle through.  He then unclamped the tweezers and screwed the ball on the other end of the barbell.  He quickly repeated the procedure for the second barbell before my tongue swelled up. This guy was very efficient and obviously knew what he was doing, but I didn't know how much more I could take.

My mouth felt weird.  My tongue was already beginning to swell.  It seemed as if every part of my body was being violated.  He swabbed my tongue with an antiseptic.

“Now that wasn’t too bad, was it?” he asked as his hand rested on my left breast.  This sent a chill through my body.  I wanted him to touch my tit, to bite my nipple… 

He gave me an ice cube.  

“Here, suck on this ice.”

He then moved up down between my legs to examine my pussy.

“Holy shit, this clit is huge.  I’ve never seen one this big before.  It looks like a little dick sticking out of your hood,” he exclaimed as he probed and touched my clit sending shockwaves through my system.  “With a ring through your clitoral hood, you’re going to get a hell of a lot of stimulation.  That ring is going to sit right on top of that big old clit. Look at that fucker pulse.  Christ, it’s got a life of its own.”

This piercing was simple, and before I know it I could feel the ring resting on my clit.  He quickly added the six small rings to my outer labia being sure to use antiseptic before and after each piercing.  Three rings on each outer lip were now in place.  

He cleaned up the instrument tray and then came back over to the table.  

“You’re one fucking far out looking chick.  Those fucking tits are huge.  Your nipples are so fucking long.  I’d love to suck on them.  That bald head is weird shit, but a real turn-on. And that look on your face is just reeking of lust.  Are you on something?”

Was I that transparent?

He released me from the table and ordered me to stand.   I obeyed not really sure what to do. I was disoriented, and my legs were numb from being in those stirrups for so long.  He circled around me looking me up and down.  He stood behind me and felt my ass.  

At this point the Marquis entered the office.

“Well, I can see you are done, Jake. Let me examine your handiwork.”

I was totally ignored, being treated like a piece of meat.

“Open your mouth,” the Marquis ordered.

I opened my mouth and tried to stick out my swollen tongue.

“Very nice.  I see there is quite a bit of swelling already, but the position of the barbells is perfect.”

“Spread your legs wide,” he commanded as he tapped me with his riding crop.

My genital area was extremely sore after all the piercings to that area, not to mention the brutal stretching from that perverted doctor.

“My, her clit is already growing, and that ring sits perfectly on top of it.  Wonderful!  The labia rings are exactly as I imagined.  Jake, again you have done a superb job.”

“Thank you, sir.  I am flattered,” he said.

“Your check, of course, is already made out.  Is there anything else I can do to thank you for doing this on such short notice?” 

Well, sir, she is really something else.  I get fucking wet just looking at her.  She has a look about her that says fuck me. Excuse my language, sir,” he said.

“Nonsense, I bet you would like to see her perform and maybe get in on the action yourself.”

“Wow that would be awesome!”

“It is so!”

The Marquis called for two of his dwarves. Once again I feel shame and humiliation as I was being forced to perform.  What did he plan on doing?  I couldn’t suck dick; my mouth was so swollen.  I certainly couldn't be fucked; my pussy was sore and swollen.  I didn't want to think about the debauchery that was going to take place.

“Slut, get on your knees and spread wide. Get your hands locked behind your head,” the Marquis directed.

I quickly complied although I felt I drained from the day’s activities and was in need of rest.  My body needed to adjust and recuperate from so many piercings.  My pussy ached from the brutal stretching it suffered at the hands of the doctor.  He didn't care.  I was simply a sex machine here to do his perverse bidding, existing only to amuse him and his friends.

The dwarves arrived.  They were licking their lips as they approached me on the left and right.  

“Thrust out your tits, Gwen.  Offer them to the dwarves,” the Marquis commanded.

I arched my back further as my bloated tits shimmied on my chest, an offering to these little men.  The Marquis gave it the command, and the dwarves greedily licked my tits all over.  Waves of pleasure coursed through my body.  My battered cunt, which not too long ago was abused and stretched to its limit, was now quivering and begging for attention.  My clit was hard, longing to be rubbed and touched.  The dwarves continued to unrelentingly lap and lick my tit flesh and my huge nipples.  My one and three quarter inch nipples were an easy target for their long, coarse tongues.

“Man, this is too much.  This bitch is really hot,” exclaimed Jake, totally turned on by the whole scene.  

He stood close observing the dwarves sucking and biting my tits with abandon.  My nipples began to leak milk which only encouraged them to lick more fervently.  Low moans escaped from my throat as I became more and more aroused by the dwarves.  Subconsciously, I undulated my hips trying to abate the fire burning in my loins but this only seemed to fan the flame that was burning in my crotch. My clit was harder than ever.  Oh God, I was so hot.  I shoved my tits out further encouraging the dwarves to lick and devour my breasts.  I was on fire.  I needed release.  I needed to cum.  My eyes began to glaze over.  

The Marquis watched with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.  I was becoming the perverted slut he wanted me to be, willing to sink to any level of depravity to satisfy his demented desires and the itch in my own groin.  He chuckled as he rubbed my head encouraging me to offer my tits to the dwarves.

“Feed my fine friends.  Feed well on the milk of this slut,” he said.

“Wow, look at that milk flow, dude,” said Jake as he looked on in wonder.  “I’ve seen a lot of kinky shit, but this takes the cake.  This is way far out, and, man, she loves it.”

I was lost in my own world.  My tits were the center of my universe being milked by the dwarves.  All of a sudden I was shocked back to reality.

“Gwen, get down on your hands and knees,” the Marquis commanded.  

I obeyed immediately.  This didn't discourage the dwarves as they continued to suck away feeding on my tits as they hung and swayed below me. 

The Marquis raised my chin and ordered me to keep my head high in order to give the dwarves easier access to my treasures.  They now also started to lick my sides and under arms as they continued to feast on my tits.

“Jake, would you like to join in?” asked the Marquis.

“Oh, man, would I!” he exclaimed.

“Well, obviously, her mouth and cunt are of no use considering the condition they are in, however her ass is available.  Do as you wish,” the Marquis gestured as Jake took his pants off before he could finish speaking.

His finger which was now coated with K-Y jelly probed my anus.  This inflamed me, and I pushed back on his finger.  My sphincter muscle yielded, and he fucked my rectum with his finger.  He then added two and then three fingers.  The large black dildo had already paved the way.  The feeling was exquisite.  I felt that like every nerve in my body was alive, and I wanted more.  The dwarves continued their relentless assault on my tits drawing milk and sending me to new levels of ecstasy.  

Jake then withdrew his fingers and positions his huge dick at my opening.  Yes, yes, fuck your huge cock up my ass.  Give it to me.  My body was alive and tingling all over as he drove his cock into my well-lubricated ass.  He was fucking huge, and I loved it.

“Holy shit, she’s something else.  She really digs this shit.  She’s acting like a crazed animal.  Look at that ass go!” Jake exclaimed as I drove my ass back against his huge cock.  

Yes, fuck the shit out of me.  Make me cum.  I’m so close.  There‘s no stopping me now.  There’s no way Jake can cum before I have a roaring climax.  Yes!  I continued to drive back meeting his thrusts.

My clit was growing.  I could feel it.  It was hard and throbbing.  I was ready to explode.  Oh, yes!

Jake smacked my ass.  With every thrust his hand came down on my ass with a loud resounding blow.  This enflamed me even more as low moans escaped from my throat, and the dwarves were relentless as they feverishly licked and sucked and bit my wildly swaying breasts that were now leaking milk continuously. 

Oh, yes!  This was glorious.  This made up for it all.  I soon forget about the doctor’s harsh treatment of my poor pussy and the many piercings that I received today, for I was right on the verge of the most glorious climax.  I was in reaching higher than I have ever been before.

Yes! Yes! Yes!  I’m, I’m…

Then all of a sudden there was a shock to my system.   It was as if a bolt of lightening was striking me right on my huge, throbbing clit.   Pain coursed through my body and reached to my head extending across my forehead.  What was happening?  The pain was excruciating! I was right on the verge of a massive climax and now my body was riddled in pain.  There was another shock to my system. 

I cried and whimpered in frustration as I turned my head and saw the Marquis kneeling by my side with this instrument aimed at my clit.

“It’s a taser gun, my dear.  Quite a shocking experience isn’t it.  Now, you didn’t really think I was going to let you cum, did you?” He laughed his evil laugh.

I continued to cry in frustration as Jake pounded my ass with his massive cock.

“This is really far out, man, the way she jumped.  I could feel that there charge right up here in her rectum,” Jake said in disbelief.  

This spurred him on, and he pounded into me harder and harder and then exploded up my rectum.  I felt his hot cum shooting into me as he groaned and continued to pound my ass.

He withdrew his dick with a plop, and the dwarves continued to squeeze and suck the milk from my breasts.  I remained on all fours crying in frustration.  I was not going to cum, and my need now was even greater.

The chambermaids were summoned, and I was taken away.  I felt totally defeated.  I felt totally used and abused.  The activities of this day had drained me, and I could see no way that my lot in life would get any better. Everyone used me. As I walked down the hall toward my chambers, I could see already how the clit and labia rings were going to be a constant source of torment to me.  I was already getting aroused from them rubbing against me.  The ring in my clitoral hood rested on my clit teasing it and driving me mad.  What would happen when I had to walk two miles every day with these rings inserted?  They would drive me crazy!  


