The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 10 

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Today (day 20 of my captivity) I was placed on a supervised training program. Every morning I walked two miles on an indoor quarter mile track.  I was put on a cardiovascular training program including crunches, push-ups, and an aerobics workout.  This took place after my walk.  Obviously the Marquis wanted me in prime physical condition.  

On the first day of training after I was milked, Monique brought in my workout outfit.  First of all I wore light blue over the knee socks.  The Marquis obviously had a thing for over the knee apparel.  My sneakers were four inch high platforms which at best were uncomfortable.  At least they were a reprieve from my now standard five inch heels.  I wore nothing in my genital area, but I was allowed to wear a push-up bra to relieve some of the strain on my huge milk bloated tits.  Now when fully loaded my tits expanded from a DD to a G cup.

After I was dressed, the Marquis came in to inspect me before I walked.  

“Well, with a few modifications, I think you’ll be ready to walk,” he said.  “Evelyn, bring the Duotone balls.”

Evelyn picked up a square box and brought it over to the Marquis.  The Marquis opened the box and took out two balls that were joined together with a piece of cord.  They were actually two ball bearings that were encased in a slightly larger plastic sphere. These plastic spheres were then covered with silicone. He tapped the inside of my legs with his riding crop.

“Spread your legs,” he said impatiently to me.  Evelyn gave him a pair of latex gloves which he put on.  She then squeezed a liberal amount of K-Y jelly in his hand and  covered the balls with it.  Then he reached down and spread my labia inserting two fingers into my pussy.  After loosening me up, he inserted one of the balls into my vagina and let one hang out.

“There, you are ready. These, dear Gwen, are called Duotone balls.  Some of the most exquisite stimulation from duotone balls can be had by just placing one in the vagina while letting the other hang out like I did with you. This will ensure that the most sensitive area of the vagina is stimulated while allowing the duotone balls to rock to their maximum effect, and they certainly will do that as you walk two miles.  These will be inserted into your vagina every morning before your walk,” he snickered as he saw my distress.

I thought I would have a reprieve from all this sexual stimulation.  I was looking forward to these morning walks.  But once again the Marquis had managed to find a way to focus my thoughts.  Already as I was walking to the track, the stimulation to my pussy was exquisite.  My clit was itching and on fire.  My clit was again the center of my universe.

When we arrived at the track, Evelyn put a two inch belt around my waist.  My wrists were secured to the belt at my spine with D Rings.  This forced my breasts to jut out as I was forced to lean backwards.

“Enjoy your walk.  This first day let’s try for a 16 minute mile, and then we’ll reduce the time as you get into the program.  GO!”

I started walking around the track with my breasts bouncing up and down.  My stride was awkward since it was difficult to walk in four inch platforms that forced me to walk on the balls of my feet. The balls of my feet became sore and it became more difficult to walk. The one Duotone ball hanging outside of my vagina swung to and fro forcing the ball within to rock in the opposite direction.  I was so aroused. My cunt was dripping with my secretions before I completed one lap – seven more to go.  

You’re falling behind.  Quicken up your pace, slut,” commanded the Marquis.

I quickened my pace to maintain a 16 minute mile.  It was difficult because the pain in the balls of my feet was getting increasingly worse.  I felt like a ballerina running a race.  The walls around the track were lined with mirrors, and I noticed myself for the first time.  Oh my God, was that really me?  What a bizarre sight I presented.  I looked like a slut with my huge breasts bouncing on my chest and swaying like jell-o even with the support of the push-up bra.  My pussy was dripping constantly while my clitoris was enlarged and prominently on display.  There was a sway to my hips caused by the platform sneakers that became more prominent as I picked up my pace.  My bizarre looking bald head filled me with sadness.  

I had fallen behind and there was only one lap left.  My tits were gleaming with sweat as I pressed on.  There was a crack of a whip and suddenly my ass was on fire.  I stumbled forward caught off guard by the unexpected blow. 

“Faster, slut.  You have 45 seconds to make up,” Monique shouted as the whip cracked once again.   I moved as fast as I could in fear of the whip.  Oh, how my feet ached.

I finished the two mile walk thirteen seconds off pace.  The Marquis was furious.

“What is your problem?  I purposely give you a slow pace, and you can’t even maintain that.  What do you have to say for yourself?” scolded the Marquis.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” I cried as I tried to catch my breath.  

“Release her hands and get that bra off her.”  Monique moved quickly to release my hands from the belt and remove my bra.

“Get your hands locked behind your head, you incompetent,” spit the Marquis.

I moved quickly to obey for he had fire in his eyes.  My breasts jutted out as I locked my hands behind my head.  Emotionally I was a mess.  My cunt was on fire, yet I was filled with fear of what he would do to me.  I stood wobbling on my four inch high platform sneakers.

“You owe me thirteen seconds, and I plan to collect them - every one of them.  You are to count out each second as it is paid back.  Do you understand?” he hissed.

“Yes sir,” I whimpered.

“He produces a leather covered paddle that was about the size of a ping pong paddle but with a much longer handle.  He reared back and smacked the side of my left tit. SMACK!

I groaned in pain.  Several seconds passed.  As the sting subsided, the Marquis screamed and then assaulted my tits with a barrage of blows. SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!  I dropped to my knees in pain crying hysterically.

The Marquis dropped the paddle and walked away in disgust.

“Take her to her room and finish her exercises there,” he said.  As an afterthought he turned and said, “Call me when she’s done.  Be sure she’s bathed and milked first.”

I felt like an utter failure.  The chambermaids pulled me to my feet and took me to my room.  There I went through 45 minutes of high impact aerobics, and finished with 75 crunches which would be increased daily.  For the rest of my life, this was how my day would begin.  I now realized there was a price to pay for not performing to the Marquis’s expectations.  He had an extremely low boiling point that was not easily appeased.

When I was done exercising, Claire arrived with the milking machine.  I stood with my hands locked behind my head and my legs spread.  This seemed to be Claire’s favorite position when I was milked.  She caressed my nipples and they quickly stiffened under her expert manipulation. She moved behind me, still caressing my breasts while running her tongue up and down the nape of my neck.

“I heard you were a bad girl today,” she whispered in my ear as she squeezed my bloated overfilled breasts.  “These puppies are really full.  Do you want them milked?”

“Yes, madam, please.  They are very uncomfortable.”

“Too bad,” she said as her hand snaked down towards my clit. My clit was extremely sensitive and hard as a rock.  It stuck out begging for attention. I moaned as she brushed her finger against it as she continued to kiss her way down my back.  I was on fire.  She was everywhere.  Her lips roamed across my ass, and then she left a trail of kisses on my inner thigh as she worked her way up towards my pussy.  She lightly grazed my clit with her tongue.  It was as if a bolt of electricity was coursing through my body.  She continued to tease me by blowing on my clit.

“My, what a big clit you have.  It is so hard and so sensitive, isn’t it?  It sticks out from your hood just like a little prick,” she taunted me as she blew on it.  

She was driving me insane.  I felt like I was losing my mind.  My whole being was focused on that little hard nub between my legs begging to be kissed, sucked, licked, bitten…  That was my universe.

She continued to blow on my clit and every so often snaked her tongue out and lightly touched it.  My hips gyrated begging her to devour my pussy.  She only continued to taunt me neglecting her duties that the Marquis has assigned her to perform.  My neglected mammaries continued to fill with milk.  They were getting harder and ached from not being milked.

I was an emotional wreck.  I needed to cum or I would go insane.  There was nothing more important to me then satisfying the fire that was raging out of control in my pussy.  I was a perverted nympho that wanted release.  I reached down for Claire’s head hoping to pull it into my begging cunt. 

“Get those hands back behind your head, bitch,” she hissed as she rose and smacked my left tit.  “Don’t you ever try that again!  You do only as you are told.”

“It’s not your job to…” she slapped me across the face before I could finish.

“As long as the Marquis doesn’t find out, I can do anything I want to you.  I don’t think you’re going to say anything to him, are you?” she sneered as she viciously twisted my aching nipples.  

“Get on your knees, now!  Get your hands back behind your head.  Stick out that chest. Spread your legs wide,” she snapped out commands as she kicked my legs apart.

This couldn't be happening.  It was bad enough that I was abused by the Marquis, but not by this chambermaid.  She was taking advantage of me and my situation. 

She leaned over and softly kisses my bald head.  “That’s better.  I understand your frustration.  I see how hard your big clit is.  I know you ache for release.  I really do,” she soothingly whispered as she continued to kiss and tongue my bald head.   She kissed me on the lips as her left hand trailed down to my genitals and grazed my clit.  I shivered.  

“I love your bald head.  It turns me on so much especially with those fucking huge tits you have.  By the way, do your tits ache?  They feel so hard and full.”

I knew she was playing with my emotions, but there was nothing I could do.  I was helpless.  I was at her mercy until the Marquis found out what she was up to, but I didn't dare tell.  If he didn't believe me, my life would become more of a living hell then it already was.  

She stood as she continued to rub my head.  She moved closer and raised her short skirt only to reveal her naked cunt.  She was dripping wet.  She was getting off seeing me suffer.

“I know how you feel, Gwen,” she whispered as she ground her cunt into my face.  “Eat me.  Stick your tongue in my pussy and eat me. Suck on my clit and make it hard.  Make love to my pussy. Pretend that this is me eating your cunt.”  

She continued to grind her cunt into my face as I licked and sucked on her clit.  My tongue traveled up and down her labia driving her closer to her climax.  I found her hole and stabbed my tongue in as she ground my face further into her cunt.  I couldn't breath. She was suffocating me with her pussy and wouldn't let me have any air.  I tried to pull my head back when all of a sudden she quivered, exploding into a climax.  Her moans filled the air.  She backed off slightly so I could now breathe. 

“Lick my pussy, baby.  Don’t stop.  That feels so good.  I love the way you lick me,” she taunted me as she came down from her massive climax.  “That’s it, lick me clean.  Pretend that it’s your pussy being licked.  ”

I licked all of her juices, cleaning her thoroughly wishing that it was my cunt being licked.  My pussy ached with desire.  My neglected clit was throbbing.

Claire stood and straightened her skirt.  At that moment Monique walked in from the other room.

 “Why isn’t she milked yet?  The Marquis is impatiently waiting and she still needs to be bathed and fed,” Monique said accusingly.

“I had problems with the machine.  I think it’s Ok now. I was just about to test it,” Claire convincingly lied to Monique.

“Well, you better hurry up.  He’s in a foul mood.”

Claire attached the suction cups to my over engorged mammaries and started the machine.  She had a smug look on her face.  The pump came to life and started to suck the milk from my overfull tits.  I could feel the relief as the sacs began to empty.  My pussy was still on fire.  My clit was more sensitive then ever. There was an itch down there that I couldn't make go away.

Claire moved behind me, snaking one hand slowly towards my naked cunt and the other rubbing my lower tummy.  

“You were wonderful,” she cooed in my ear.  “I love what your tongue does to my cunny.  Don’t you wish I had time to do that to you?”

Her index finger lightly touched my clit sending bolts of electricity through my pussy.  She tongued my ear further driving me to frustration.  I wanted to cum so badly.  

She adjusted the pump and increased the flow of milk.  I could see my tit flesh being sucked and contracted in the clear plastic cups.  

Monique and Evelyn returned to prepare my bath and lay out my clothes for the remainder of the day.  Claire was on her best behavior for the rest of the milking.  

After a well deserved lunch, I bathed and dressed.  More depilitating cream was rubbed into my scalp.  I still don’t understand why so many applications were necessary.  Maybe the Marquis was afraid a stray hair might grow on my head.  It was ironic that I had long beautiful hair all of my life, and now I would be bald until the day I died.  Something inside of be died the day my head was shaved, and there was now an emptiness inside. 

Monique inspected me.  I was wearing red today.  My over the knee boots with five inch heels were made of the finest leather and matched my wrists cuffs and neck bracelet.  My makeup was conservative except for the slut red lipstick.

I was still at a high state of arousal.  My clitoris was throbbing and aching and still standing out like a little prick.  I don’t think it had lost its rigidity in days.  How long could that continue?  It had been eight days since my last orgasm, and since that time I have been kept in a constant state of arousal.  

Monique was acting strange.  She stood in front of me looking me up and down licking her lips.

“You look so fucking hot,” she said as she ran her hands up and down my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. “I saw what Claire did to you earlier.  I also saw what you did to Claire.”  

She then ran her tongue around my areolas.  She kissed her way down my abdomen pausing at my navel while she tongued it.  She continued lower snaking her tongue around my huge clit which stuck out prominently from its hood, but she never touched it with her tongue.  I was so hot.  I was ready to burst.  My clit was quivering taking on a life of its own.  Pussy juice was dripping from my cunt. 

“Spread your legs wider,” she hissed.  

I obeyed spreading my legs further apart as she kissed the inside of my thigh – first the left one and then the right.  I was so close.   Just a little longer.  She grazed my clit with her tongue as she rose.  I shivered.  My legs were shaking.  I was so aroused.  Her hands were all over me. She ran her hands over my bald head as she stabbed her tongue down my throat. She then quickly backed off.  She stood there staring at me, looking me in the eyes.  

My body was on fire.  I was so close.  I wanted to cum.  Why was she standing there doing nothing?  Why was she fucking with my mind?   

“Make me cum, madam.  Pease make me cum,” I begged.

“You can’t cum, slut.  The Marquis would have my head.  But there’s nothing to say I can’t make you feel good and you can make me feel good too,” she said as she squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples.

You’re close.  I can tell,” she whispered in my ear as she suddenly twisted my nipples hard sending bolts of searing pain through my body.

“NO! NO! NO! Don’t do that!”  I cried.

SMACK!  She slapped me across the face.  “Don’t you dare raise your voice to me! Sit in that chair.  Spread your legs.”

I obeyed.

There was an awkward moment of silence.  She slowly walked up to me while unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her naked tits.  She squeezed her nipples making them rock hard. She caressed my head and drew me toward her left nipple.

“There, let’s be nice to each other.  Kiss my breast,” she calmly directed me.  She continued to rub my head as I sucked on her nipples and kissed the meat of her tit. Tears flooded my eyes and rolled down my cheeks onto her breasts.  She learned the game.  She was going to take advantage of me as Claire did.  I lightly bit her nipples finding it strangely arousing to me.  She took my right hand and placed it on her naked pussy under her skirt.

“Make love to me with your fingers, Gwen.  Squeeze my clit, penetrate my pussy with your fingers,” she cooed and urged me on as she caressed my head with her lips.

She was being so nice to me and driving me crazy by kissing my bald head.  I ran my fingers over her pussy separating her labia and seeking out her entrance.  She was wet, and the flow increased as I probed her fuck hole with first one finger and then two.  She encouraged me with her kisses and lightly grazed my pussy with her knee which made me shiver.

She was now grinding her cunt on my fingers encouraging me to penetrate her deeper and deeper and harder and harder.  She held my head in her hands as she fucked herself on my hand bearing down harder and harder demanding deeper and deeper penetration.  I buried three fingers in her pussy and sawed them in and out of her.  The attention her cunt was receiving my poor pussy was begging for but did not receive.

“Oh God, I’m cuming,” she screamed as she quickened her pace.  She was out of control grinding down on my hand encouraging me to fuck her cunt faster and harder.  Finally she backed away.

“God, that was good.  Get down on your knees,” Monique commanded as her tone of voice changed.  “Lick my pussy clean.  Be sure to get every drop.”

I cleaned her messy cunt with my tongue savoring the sweet nectar she had discharged.  She moaned in satisfaction as her body shivered.

“Now, suck your fingers clean,” she ordered.

She then commanded me to rise.  She buttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt.  “What happened here must never leave this room?”

I was silent.

She reared back and backhanded me across the face landing a stinging blow.

“You do understand, don’t you, Gwen?” she again asked.

“Yes, madam,” I responded trembling, feeling used and abused.

“Good,” she cooed as she kissed my cheek.  “The Marquis wishes to see you.  Remember not a word. Nothing happened here.”

She reapplied my make-up in preparation for me to see the Marquis.  She inspected my attire to make sure all was in order.  The Marquis was a fanatic about detail.  I sat and waited with my legs spread wide and my hands locked behind my head.  My clit was throbbing and aching for release.  I needed to cum!  I needed to cum!  This one thought plagued my mind.  He made me a sex object but wouldn’t let me enjoy the benefits of it.

I waited sitting in that position for two hours, but the Marquis never made an appearance.  How I wished I could put my legs together and rub my clit, but I didn’t dare even try.


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Each day blended into the next. At one time I knew how long I had been held captive by the Marquis, now I didn’t really know.  I think it has been almost a month but I’m not sure. All I know is I have not cum since that night my husband was here.  It seemed like such a long time ago.  

The Marquis had not made another appearance since the incident at the track.  I had been cared for, if you can call it that, by my chambermaids and milked on schedule.  They seemed to take delight in my suffering and used me for their own gratification.  I watched them constantly cum while my poor neglected pussy drooled and begged for attention.  

My clit constantly ached now.  It was always hard and a constant source of irritation to me.  My nipples were also extremely sensitive, and now stood out a full inch and a quarter on their own thanks to the stretching cones that were attached to them every night.  I continued to exercise every day. My daily walks were especially difficult because of the duotone balls which constantly keep me on the edge but didn't provide the release that I so desperately needed.  Also, the five inch heels were starting to transform my feet.  My arch was changing.  I don’t think I could walk in a normal shoe anymore even if I wanted to.   My dreams were filled with all manner of creatures bringing me to glorious orgasm after orgasm until I woke up and was faced with the true state of affairs.  The stark reality was that I haven’t cum in over two weeks and would probably do just about anything for release.

I fell off to sleep now thinking tomorrow would be better.

