The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 1 

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This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

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In the middle of my soap the phone rang and I absentmindedly answered it.  

“Mrs. Donohue, please,” a man with a gruff voice asked.

This is Mrs. Donohue,” I responded.

“Is your husband home?” he asked.

“No, he isn’t,” I answer hesitantly.
	
“And he won’t be, Mrs. Donohue, unless you do exactly as I tell you,” he said.

I panicked. 

"What do you mean? “  I asked as my heart beats at a maddening pace.

"Listen, Mrs. Donohue, I don't have time for small talk.  If you care about your husband just do as I say.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think so," I whimpered.  Oh, my God, what’s happening?

"Here's what I want you to do.  Put on a sexy black bra and a pair of sexy black panties.  Over that wear a tight and short, very short, mini skirt with a revealing low cut blouse.  Did you get that?"

This guy was out of his mind.  Where did he get off?

"Listen, mister, there is absolutely no way that I'm dressing like that for you or anyone else," I answered indignantly 

"Lady, you're not listening to me.  If you don't follow my instructions to the minute detail, you’ll never see your husband alive again.  You might see him dead, but certainly not alive."

"How do I know that you're telling me the truth?  Anyone could call and say that they have my husband.  It doesn't mean a thing."

"Would you like to speak to your John and hear it from him?"

"Yes, I would," I replied hoping to call this prankster's bluff.

I heard a shuffling in the background and then my husband was on the phone.

"Gwen, honey, this is John."

"Oh my God, John, are you alright?"

"For the moment, sweetheart, but I don’t want you to listen to him.  He …."  John started to say but was cut off.

Oh my God!! This can’t be happening.  Why would any one do this to us?  What kind of person is this? What should I do?  It must be true.  I can’t let them hurt John.

"All right, Mrs. Donohue.   Do you believe me now?"

"Yes," I said trembling.  I was shaking all over. Things like this only happened in soap operas.

"Oh, and wear high heeled shoes – black ones with three or four inch heels.  I'll pick you up in 45 minutes.  I'll be in a black limo.  Don't tell anyone about this if you value your husband's life, not to mention your own.  Got it?"

"Yesss,” I stuttered. “I’ll be ready.  Oh wait!  I don't have a black blouse.  What should I do?"

"You're ticking me off, Mrs. Donohue, and I don't have a whole lot of patience.  Improvise!  Wear red. OK?"

"Yes, I do have a red blouse," I replied.

I hung up the phone.  There was no time to waste.  I only had 45 minutes and this guy sounded like he meant business.  I should have been scared out of my mind and I was, but I also felt a sense of excitement.  

My name is Gwendolyn Donohue, but my friends call me Gwen.  My husband is a young executive working for a large corporation.  I led a relatively peaceful and orderly life up until now.  I’m a housewife and proud of it.  I am old-fashioned and have no desire to have a profession like so many liberated women do today.  I am perfectly content to provide a good home for my husband and be here for him.  

I am 24 years old, 5” 10” tall, and am said to have legs that never stop.  My most outstanding feature is my pair of 36 double D breasts that would melt as iceberg.  I’ve always been self-conscious about them because they’re so big, and I never wear anything that will draw attention to them.  My long blonde hair reaches down to my waist. I love long hair.

As I gazed in the mirror looking myself over, there was wetness in my crotch.  My nipples were hard.  I didn’t understand why I was reacting this way.  For a moment I considered calling the police but decided not to.  This guy sounded like he might really hurt John.  I couldn't have that.  I loved him too much.  I would do anything to protect him. 

I quickly showered and dressed. Then I waited for the mysterious caller to arrive.

At the appointed time a limousine pulled up in front of my house.  I couldn’t see in because the windows were tinted.  A chauffeur escorted me to the limo where a large man who must weigh well over 250 pounds waited for me.  I trembled as I got in.

"Nice to see that you could make it, Mrs. Donohue,” the man said gruffly.  "Nice blouse," he said as he gently squeezes my left tit.  "We're going to have a lot of fun together."

"Hey, watch it!  Don’t you dare touch me!  Where's my husband?"

"Don't ask questions, Mrs. Donohue, because you're not getting any answers," he replied as he laughed in my face.

I was blindfolded before the limo pulled out and started on an hour trip to who knows where.

"Well, Mrs. Donohue, we're going to have to amuse ourselves for an hour before we get to the Marquis’s house.  That's what I like about this job.  I get babes like you all to myself for an hour.  The Marquis says that I can do anything that I want to you as long as I don't leave any marks.  This is going to be fun.  And I do mean fun!"

I began to tremble as tears welled up in my eyes.  What did I get myself into?  I could have called the police.  Why did I get in this car with a strange man?  Why didn't I call the police?  But it was too late now.  He was going to have his way with me.

First he took out two leather wrist cuffs and attached them to my wrists.  Then he attached them to two fasteners in the roof of the car.  My arms were spread up and out leaving my large breasts totally exposed and highly vulnerable.  Who knew what he’ll do to me.  My nipples were getting hard as I anticipated what he might do next.

"Are you comfortable, Mrs. Donohue?" he whispered in my ear.  

All I can do is make unintelligible sounds.

"Here, let me make you more comfortable."

He slowly unbuttoned my blouse exposing the sexy black bra that I wore just for him.  I could tell he was excited by what he saw.  My large breasts were literally busting out of my bra.  I could tell that he was definitely a breast man.

"Your tits are huge, Mrs. Donohue.  I like large tits. In fact the bigger the better, I always say," he commented as he slowly undid the clasp on the front of my bra.  He then took out a knife and slowly cut the straps of my bra.

"We won't need this anymore, will we?" he asked as he threw the now ruined bra on the floor.

I trembled.  I felt more vulnerable than I ever had.  Not only was my chest fully exposed to this madman, but I was at a disadvantage being blindfolded and handcuffed.  I couldn’t tell what he was going to do next.  My nipples were hard and erect, and were sticking out a full inch, waiting in anticipation.  John was the only one who had ever seen or touched my breasts before today.  I saved myself for him on our wedding night.  This wasn’t right.  My breasts were private.  They were meant for his eyes only.  I cried.

He took the point of his knife and touched it to my erect nipple.  I was startled and I jumped.  The steel blade sent a cold chill throughout my body.  He laughed and pricked my other nipple with his knife.

"Do you like pain?" he asked as a he continued to whisper in my ear.  I cried harder now.  I knew that I was in big trouble.  He continued to taunt my nipples with his knife.  He was careful not to draw blood.  He slowly circled my areolas with the blade – first the left one and then the right one.
	
"I have a little surprise for your nipples, my dear, after I get through playing with them."

He roughly grabbed my huge breasts and squeezed them hard, causing me to cry out in pain.  He then began to bite my nipples clamping his teeth down as hard as he could without breaking my skin, and chewing on my hard nubs.

I screamed and squirmed but to no avail.  I was being violated.  The sanctimony of my marriage was being violated. 

"My dear, this screaming just will not do."  

He took out a ball gag, forced my mouth open, and inserted it.  I could only let out muffled sounds now.

"That's much better, don’t you think, Mrs. Donohue?  Here, I have another surprise for you. But first let me take your blindfold off so you can see."

He removed my blindfold and I saw him take two large clamps from his bag of tricks.

"Do you know what these are for, honey?"

I mumbled through my gag.  I knew what they were for, and I panic.

I looked on in horror as he squeezed my right nipple, rolling it between his fingers, making it stick out even more.  Then he opened the jaws of the clamp, positioning it over my nipple, and let it close.

My head was shaking violently back and forth.  My eyeballs were rolling in their sockets. The pain was excruciating, and I couldn’t bear it.  He then took my left nipple and repeated the process.

I must have been quite the sight.  Here I was handcuffed to the roof of this limo with my head thrashing back and forth.  My magnificent breasts were bouncing back and forth, slapping into each other with those large clamps firmly clasped on each nipple.  It may be an arousing scene for the reader but oh so painful for me.

"We're just getting started, Mrs. Donohue," the man informed me as he lowered my skirt to the floor and then ripped my panties off tearing them to shreds.

"No more Mr. Nice Guy.  It’s time to get down to business," he said.

"Mr. Nice Guy?" I thought to myself as this was happening.  If this is nice I wonder what he’s like when he isn't nice.  Of course, I knew I'd soon find out.

The pain in my breasts was intense.  I was very much aware of my nipples now, and I feared for my safety.  I would hate to lose them under the clamp.  But this thought brought a wetness to my crotch. I was hoping that he wouldn’t notice that I was dripping wet down there.
 
But then he got down on his knees and noticed that I was very wet.

“You like this, don’t you, Mrs. Donohue?  I can’t believe how wet you are down here.  Does pain turn you on?  Are you a pain slut?” he taunted me as he licked my clit. 

H e wasn’t kidding when he said that he was going to get down to business.   I was feeling intense pain and pleasure at the same time.  I didn’t know how to react.  My breasts hurt beyond words but he was bringing great pleasure to my pussy as he sucked on my clitoris.  The thought that kept me going was that I was doing this for my husband.  My husband at least was safe. 

In spite of the great pain in my chest, the man brought me to a climax.  A climax like I have never experienced before.  My hips were thrashing and pushing into his face as my climax continued.  My breasts were bouncing around wildly on my chest, slapping each other with loud smacking noises.

"You like this don't you, Mrs. Donohue?  It didn't take much to get you to cum, now did it?  I think that you really enjoy the pain," he said as he squeezed both clamps at the same time.

This caused me to literally jump off of the seat of the car.  I thrashed my head about violently to the left and right unable to release the scream in my throat because of the gag in my mouth.  My breasts smacked together crushing each other from the abuse that they were receiving.

"I have another surprise for you," he informed me as he reached into his bag of tricks again.  He pulled out a black dildo that was only four inches long but two inches in diameter.

"This will fit nicely up your ass," he added, as if doing so was the most normal thing in the world.

I tried to scream but I was unable to.  My eyes bulged out of their sockets.  I had never felt so helpless or so vulnerable in my whole life.  Did he really plan on putting that thing up my ass?   Would he honestly violate my anus?

He raised my cheeks off of the seat and probed my anus with his finger that he had dipped in K-Y jelly.  After forcing one of his fingers in up to the knuckle, he cruelly worked a second finger into my anus.  The pain was intense, but I had no choice but to bear it.  After working my anus for a few minutes, he removed his fingers and began to work the black dildo into my ass.  He twisted it violently.  One inch disappeared, then two inches, then three inches, and finally the dildo disappeared completely up my ass.

"Sit back and relax, Mrs. Donohue," he said cruelly.

The pain in my ass was very real.  I had a hard time focusing.  My breasts hurt, my anus had been stretched to the limit, and my arms felt like they were going to fall off.  What would he do to me next?

I soon found out as he again dipped into his bag of tricks.  This time he brought out a tube of Bengay and a plastic glove.

"This will get you really hot!" he said as he put on the rubber glove and squeezed a dollop of Bengay onto his fingers.  He then proceeded to rub my clitoris, smearing it with the ointment.  He again squeezed some more Bengay onto his fingers and shoved them into my cunt working them in and out.

"Can you feel the heat, Mrs. Donohue?  If not, you soon will.  You'll regret ever having heard from me. Before this is over, you'll wish that you were never born."

He continued applying Bengay to my pussy lips.

I could feel the heat beginning to rise and increase in my cunt.  It turned into a burning sensation.  The burning became more intense, and I thrashed back and forth.  My hips were gyrating obscenely.  I needed relief from this burning.  I moaned into the gag but I couldn’t release the scream that was building in my throat.  Oh God, what did I do to deserve this?  The heat was slowly becoming unbearable.  I ground my hips which drove the dildo even further up my ass.

The man then directed his attention back to my tits.

"I've been ignoring these, haven't I, Mrs. Donohue?  Shame on me.  I'll have to do something about that."

The man took hold of both clamps and slowly pulled them off of my nipples opening the teeth only half way.  I violently turned to the right, but this only increased the pain.

The clamps were now off, and the blood rushed back into my nipples along with the most excruciating pain.  My nipples were red.  He licked my nipples which hurt my sensitive buds.  My cunt was now on fire, and I couldn’t keep still.  I needed relief.  I needed something.   My hips were gyrating at a frantic pace; I maintained a frenzied pace, trying to relieve the burning and itching in my pussy. 

"The Marquis said that I couldn't cut you or bruise you, but he didn't say that I couldn't put holes in you," he said laughing sadistically.

I felt nothing but total hopelessness.  There was nothing that I could do to help myself.  I was at his mercy, and he showed no mercy.

He grabbed my left tit and harshly squeezed the nipple.  My nipples had recently been receiving a lot of attention, unfortunately for me.  He then got an ice cube from the refrigerator in the limo.  It’s amazing the modern conveniences that vehicles of today have in them.  He rubbed the ice cube on my left nipple continuously circling it for about three minutes. It became cold and numb.  I didn’t know what was worse, the burning in my cunt or the coldness on my nipple.

He then reached into his bag and pulled out a strange looking pair of pliers that had a hole in it.  What was he going to do with that, I wondered?  Oh my God, I think I was in trouble as he next took out a three inch needle that looked extremely sharp along with some alcohol.  I was confused.  I had no idea what he was doing.  He kept smiling at me, but I didn’t think this was funny.  My cunt was on fire, my left nipple was suffering from frostbite, and my ass hole was stretched out to the maximum.

Next he took out two hoop earrings.  I don’t like hoops and never wear them.  If he thinks that I’m going to wear those things, he has another thing coming. 

Now he was grabbing my left nipple with the pliers.  He was careful to center it carefully towards the back of my nipple.  Why?  Now’s he was dipping the needle into the alcohol and moving it around. Oh no, he was going to pierce my nipple!  

“Oh my God, no!  Please don’t do this!” I screamed in my mind unable to say or do anything to help myself.

“If I were you, Mrs. Donohue, I would stay very very still.  You wouldn’t want me to miss the mark and ruin a perfectly good nipple, now would you?”

I tried to settle down, but I was whimpering pathetically as the needle touched the outside of my left nipple as he applied pressure.  He pushed, applying more pressure, and the needle broke through my skin, traveling through my nipple, and coming out the other side.  I groaned in pain.  Oh, how that hurt!  Somebody help me!  Why was this happening to me?        

“Now that wasn’t too bad, Mrs. Donohue, was it?” he snickered.

All I could do was stare at the obscene sight of my nipple pierced by this needle.  He took one of the two inch hoops and threaded it through the hole in my nipple as he removed the needle, and clamped it shut.

I stared in horror.  The rings weren’t for my ears after all.  My left breast was now adorned with this two inch hoop. 

“Very pretty, Mrs. Donohue.  Don’t you just love it?  Here, let me remove that gag so that we can talk.  But remember, no screaming, or you’ll be sorry.”

I breathed deeply through my mouth, relieved that the gag had been taken out.

“Don’t you love it, Mrs. Donohue?” he asked again.

What did he expect me to say that I loved it.  He disfigured my body, and he wanted me to approve it!

“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer, Mrs. Donohue,” he spit  out as he smacked the side of my left tit. SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!  He hit my left tit three more times.

“I love it,” I whimpered, willing to say anything to stop him from slapping my breast.

“That’s better.  You really need to learn to be obedient and answer when you’re spoken to,” he whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck as his tongue slithered downward towards my right breast.  

Then he asked, “What would you like me to do to your right tit, Mrs. Donohue?”

Do to my right breast?  Is he insane?  I don’t want him to do anything to my right breast, but I know that’s not the right answer.  I was speechless.  I couldn’t say a thing.

“You’re not a very fast learner, are you?” he asked as he smacked my right tit.  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He then slapped my right tit three more times.  

Oh God, that hurt, but I didn’t know what he wanted me to say.  

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I whimpered.  “Please don’t hit me.”

He grabbed my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze.  He stared me right in the eye as he did this.  He then moved closer to my face as he continued to squeeze my right nipple even harder.  The pain was excruciating.  He then licked my lips and ran his tongue around my lips and stuck his tongue into my mouth.  All this time he continued to apply pressure to my nipple and began to twist it.  

Still squeezing my nipple, he stopped kissing me and stared at me.   “Mrs. Donohue, I don’t want to hurt you.  I’m going to give you a little hint before this gets out of hand.  Think about what I’m squeezing, right now.  Do you know what I’m squeezing right now?” he asked as he twisted my nipple.

“Yes,” I groaned. “You’re squeezing my nipple,” I stammered.

Very good, Mrs. Donohue.  Now let me ask you the question once again.  What would you like me to do to your right tit?” he asked smiling at me.

Oh no, I now knew what he wanted me to say.  He wanted to pierce my right nipple!  He wanted to do to my right nipple what he did to my left nipple!  He wanted me to suffer that pain all over again.  I couldn’t say that.  I couldn’t tell him that I wanted him to pierce my right nipple.  That’s completely insane, but what choice did I have?  If I didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear, he was just going to use it as an excuse to abuse my breast until I did.  Why did I have to have such large breasts that drew this kind of negative attention?  I began to whimper all over again.  I had no choice and so I said, “Would you pierce my right nipple and put a ring in it?”

He smiled amused with himself.  

“Did I hear you say please, Mrs. Donohue?” he snickered.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“I don’t think that you really mean it.  Say it like you mean it.  Convince me that you really want me to pierce your right nipple with this needle and make it beautiful like your left one,” he spit out as he smacked my right tit again.  

Then he stood back a foot and smacked the outside of my left tit.  Then he smacked the outside of my right tit.  He alternates his blows.  

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT.  

My breasts began to bounce wildly slapping into each other.  

I couldn’t take it any more.  The burning down below from the Bengay had subsided but a new feeling was rising in my loins.  His smacks were hurting my tits but my pussy juice was flowing liberally.  I was getting aroused, and I couldn’t explain it.  This shouldn’t be happening.  Oh my God, what was happening to me?  I couldn’t take this any more. I felt so ashamed.

“Please stop.  Please, don’t hit me any more.  I want you to pierce my right nipple.  Please do it now.  Please make it beautiful like my left nipple.  Give me a shiny gold ring just like the other one.  Please I need a ring for my other nipple.”   It just flowed out of me.  I couldn’t stop it.

He smiled.  He just looked at me and smiled.  Then he gently rubbed my right breast working his way down towards my nipple.  He ran his index finger around my nipple, and I groaned.

“Pierce me now,” I moaned.

He reached for an ice cube, and it started all over again,  the numbness, the pressure, the piercing of my nipple, the pain, and finally the two inch hoop hanging from it.  I now had a matched set as I panted in pain after the second piercing. My hips, however, were gyrating.  What was happening to me?  He flicked my clit and I came. And this wasn’t an ordinary climax, but rather a really intense one.  I was so ashamed of myself.  To be abased and humiliated like this, and I came!

"We don't have much time left, Mrs. Donohue.  Time goes by quickly where you're having fun."

He connected the rings with a six inch gold chain.  He experimented with the rings in my nipples. He pulled them up, then down, then left, and right, constantly putting pressure on my tits and stretching my nipples.  I groaned.  He then looped his finger under the chain and pulled straight out.  This stretched my nipples forward and out of shape. I groaned louder lost in my own little world.  I had a terrible thought that they might get ripped open.  At the same time the heat in my cunt was building once again, but I didn't care.     

"James, stop the car," the man ordered.  "You must feel terribly uncomfortable, Mrs. Donohue.  We'll stop so that you can stretch your legs.” 

I wonder if this held some hidden meaning.  I’d soon find out.  I was an emotional wreck.  I didn’t know myself any more.  He released my arms from their shackles and pulled me out of the car. I sort of hopped around as my cunt was still very sensitive from the Bengay and the butt plug was still in place making it difficult to walk.

"Get down on your knees, Mrs. Donohue.  You've been having all of the fun."

I immediately dropped to my knees as ordered.  I started to cry again.  This couldn’t be happening to me.  What did I do to deserve this?  I was just watching TV minding my own business.

The man dropped his pants and underwear and ordered me to suck on his cock.  I found this revolting and couldn’t bring myself to do it.  Enough was enough.  You have to draw the line somewhere, and this was where I drew the line.

"Suck it," he ordered.

I can't.  I won't.  He can't make me commit such a disgusting act.  Never!   My husband never made me do it.   Why should I allow this man to force me to do it?  

He didn’t like that.  I've made him mad.  He ordered the chauffeur to hold my arms behind my back forcing my huge breasts to jut out.  And by the way, they are huge, in case I haven’t mentioned that before.  He then reached into his bag of tricks and brought out a leather covered paddle that looked like a ping pong paddle.

"You still don’t understand, do you, Mrs. Donohue?   You don’t have a choice. You'll learn to obey eventually.  Mark my words."

I think that I have made a mistake.  Maybe I should have forced myself to suck his disgusting dick.

He was furious.  His temper had welled up to a fever pitch.  He raised the paddle and brought it down on my left breast with a loud smack.  He immediately repeated the action on my right breast.  I screamed but this only seemed to excite him.

"I want to hear you scream, Mrs. Donohue.  Scream louder.”

I now knew that I was in big trouble.  My stubbornness hadn’t paid off.   

He again smacked my right breast with the paddle, then the left, then the right, then the left, making sure that he covered new territory each time.  And there was a lot of territory to cover.  I was in extreme pain and agony.  I screamed out to no avail for there was no one to hear my screams on this lonely desolate road.  I wondered how this nightmare began, and how it would end.  And, I was getting wet again.  What the fuck was the matter with me.  This wasn’t normal.  Beating my tits to a pulp was turning me on!

He continued to beat my breasts for another five minutes, only he slowed down taking his time.  He was measuring each blow and making me wait agonizingly in anticipation of the next blow.   

My breasts were now red and sore and ached all over, but my cunt was on fire.  At the same time I was horny and excited like I’d never been before.  The butt plug even felt good. I was beginning to think that I was  perverted.  I was enjoying being abused by this stranger.  

"Get on your knees, Mrs. Donohue," the man ordered.

I immediately dropped to my knees.

"Now suck my dick," he again ordered.

I hesitated for only a second remembering the pain in my breasts.  I opened my mouth to receive his tool.  I pursed my lips around the head and sucked.

"That's not good enough.  After what I've done for you, I would think that you'd be a little more appreciative, Mrs. Donohue."

He then grabbed me by the hair and slid his dick further into my mouth. This guy was huge!  He was at least two inches in diameter and at least eighth inches long.  I couldn’t say for sure since I wasn’t really in any position to get an exact measurement.  I gagged but he showed no mercy.  My jaw felt like it was going to pop.

He pushed on relentlessly and was finally at the entrance to my throat.  He then backed out a few inches before he eased it back in.  He was content to do this for awhile. The only problem was that four inches of his dick was still exposed to the air and hadn’t experienced the warmness of my mouth.  I had a bad feeling about that.

He took his dick out of my mouth and knelt down to talk to me. 

“Now for the big test, Mrs. Donohue.  You’ve done fine up until now.  The only problem is that my entire dick wants to be in your mouth, and what my dick wants, my dick gets.  Do you understand?” he asked softly as he caressed my cheek.

I nodded, unable to speak.

"Take it all, Mrs. Donohue.  You need to take it all," he said as he stood up, slipped his dick into my mouth, and to the back of my throat.  My mouth was full.  There was no room for any more of his dick.

“Pretend that you’re swallowing a watermelon.  I know that you can do it.  I want your mouth to be my cunt,” he said as he grabbed my hair again and pushed hard.

I gagged, and he backed off allowing me to breathe.  He then pushed in again to the back of my mouth but this time, he didn’t stop.  He again pushed hard, and this time his dick slid into my throat.  He continued to press on, but there was still one inch of his dick outside of my mouth.  I couldn’t breath.  I couldn’t get any air.  Mercifully he retreated and allowed me to catch my breath, but this was short lived as he again entered my mouth. He once more slid his dick to the back of my mouth, and then into my throat.  I tried to relax.  It was all inside of my mouth!  My nose was in his pubic hairs. 

“Ah, that’s nice.  You’re doing well, Mrs. Donohue, very well.  I’m proud of you,” he chided me as he sawed his cock almost all the way out of my mouth and then back down my throat.

 I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me.   My husband John tried to get me to do this once, but I put him in his place and let him know in no uncertain terms that it would never happen.  I would never give him a blow job.  Now here I was on a deserted road with a stranger’s dick, not just in my mouth, but all of the way down my throat.   

His balls slapped against my chin as he began to take those long strokes thrusting in and out of my mouth.  Tears welled up in my eyes and followed each other down my cheeks.  He continued to fuck my mouth.  My cunt was dripping like a leaking faucet.  I was fully aroused again.  All of this was having a strange effect on me.  I didn’t even know myself anymore.  What was the matter with me? I reach around and grabbed his buttocks and encouraged him to ram his cock down my throat, to use my mouth.

“Use my mouth as a cunt.  Make me your receptacle.  Deposit your load,” I thought to myself.  I was having such wicked thoughts, thoughts that I had never had before.

He increased his pace, pounding his dick down my throat.  I now gladly received it.  

"When I cum, you make sure that you don't lose one drop or you'll be in big trouble, Mrs. Donohue.  Do you understand me?"

I tried to nod but I couldn’t since he had firmly gripped my hair while pounding his eight inch dick into my mouth and down my throat. 

When he came, I frantically swallowed, drinking all of his cum.  Actually I did an admirable job for a beginner.  His cum kept coming and coming, making a direct deposit into my belly.  

However, one drop happened to escape my mouth and dribble down my chin.  The man saw it and wasn’t happy.

"What's that on your chin, Mrs. Donohue?  Didn't I tell you not to lose one drop."

I cringed in fear.  He grabbed the chain connecting my nipples and yanked me to my feet.  It took all of my strength to move fast enough so that my nipples weren’t ripped off.  I could see that he was not a happy camper.  My cunt was dripping, and I needed to cum.
The man motioned to his chauffeur who was standing by the limo.  

"Get your pants off.  You're going to have some fun, Patrick."

He then dragged me to the back of the car and threw me face down on the trunk lid.

"Spread your legs wide, Mrs. Donohue.  How is your cunt?  Still hot, I presume."

He reached down and felt my wet, dripping cunt.  He rubbed my clit as I moved my hips lost in lust.  

"Oh," I moaned.  

“You’re quite the little, slut, Mrs. Donohue.  What would your husband think?” he taunted me as he flicked my clit.

At last I'll finally get the relief  that I've been waiting for.  Maybe losing that one drop wasn’t so bad after all.

"Well, you won't be getting off today, Mrs. Donohue," he said as he reached for my anus and pulled the four inch black dildo out.

It made a "Plop!" as it came out.  But I got only momentary relief.

"She's all yours," the man said to the chauffeur.  "But only in her back door."

I'm not sure what that meant.  I have basically led a very sheltered life and have only had straight sex with John.  The chauffeur stood behind me and began to shove his prick up my ass.  I couldn’t believe it.  I thought that I was going to get fucked.  Guess again.  My anal ring resisted and he pushed harder. It finally relented and he rammed three inches of his cock up my ass. He then grabbed my hair and pulled back.  This forced me to arch my back.  The way had been paved.  He rammed the rest of his dick home shoving all nine inches up my ass.  I screamed out in pain.  The four inch dildo was bad enough, but it certainly didn't prepare me for this.  He continued to ram into me unmercifully while pulling my hair the whole time.  He took long strokes in and out.

In the meantime the other man stood beside my face taunting me.  "Next time do as I say.  When I say don't lose a drop, don't lose a drop.”  

He reached under me and pinched my nipples harshly.  My tits have been the object of a great deal of negative attention today.  My cunt was still ablaze with no relief in sight.

The chauffeur continued to ream out my ass.  He pulled back even harder on my hair forcing my back to arch and my tits to thrust out under me.

“Remember, Mrs. Donohue, don’t cum.  You’re not allowed to cum.  If you cum, believe me, you will regret it.”

I was so hot and so close to cuming.  I panicked.  I was not allowed to cum!  Oh God, I can’t cum.  What will he do to me if I cum.  I don’t want to know.  I’m close.  Oh, I’m so close.  I want to cum!  But no, I can’t cum.

The chauffeur was now pounding into me for all he was worth and it was having an effect on me.

“Remember now, Mrs. Donohue, don’t cum,” the man said as he reached down, grabbed my clit, and dug his nail into that precious little organ.  I screamed in pain as the chauffeur lost his load and filled my rectum with his cum.

After the chauffeur came in my ass, he turned me around and had me clean up the mess that I had made.  I sucked his dick dry and then licked his dick and balls until they were squeaky clean, making sure that there was no shit left anywhere.  I continued sinking to new levels of degradation.  Would this ever end?  I was so ashamed.

"Nice job, Mrs. Donohue, but we’ve wasted too much time already.  Let's hit the road," the man said as he threw me onto the back seat of the limo.  The chauffeur started the engine with a pleased look on his face.  Gee, I wonder why?

"We're only five minutes away from our destination.  Certainly not enough time to do to you what I would like to do, Mrs. Donohue."

I sighed a sigh of relief.  This ordeal would soon be over, I thought.  Little did I know that this was only the beginning.  This was child's play compared to what was in store for me.

The man contented himself by jabbing me with a three inch long needle in various parts of my tits.  He was careful not to break the skin and cause me any damage. I screamed and squirmed as he did so, much to his delight.  He especially liked to taunt my nipples with the pin.  At times he'd hold my tit up by the nipple and jab the underside.  

I was a mess.  I was worried about my husband.  If they were doing this to me, what were they doing to him?  Also, I was hotter than a firecracker..  My cunt was ablaze.  I still needed to cum.  I shouldn’t feel this way, but I did. I really wanted to cum!  I would do just about anything right now to cum, but I wouldn’t tell him that.  

We finally arrives at our destination.  

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


