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 The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 4

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   I was cleaned up and taken to the kitchen for dinner in the same manner
as before - on a leash.  As I crouched over my bowl eating avariciously, a
black man came up behind me and smacked my ass.  He then separated my
cheeks and pressed his large black prick up against my anus.

   "This is your entertainment," the chambermaid said.

   Some entertainment.  A girl can't even eat in peace.  My anal sphincter
gave and the huge cock entered my anus.  The black man continued to enter
me as he smacked my ass cheeks - first the left one and then the right
always alternating left and right.  He picked up a rhythm like the tattoo
of a beating drum.  Soon inch by inch he had seven inches of cock up my ass
and into my rectum with three to go.  Oh my God, he planned on burying all
ten inches of that giant cock in my rectum.  I couldn't believe it.

   I felt like I was being ripped apart.  The blows continued to fall on my
ass.  My cheeks were now a bright red and very sore.  I felt so full, but
he continued to penetrate my ass relentlessly.

   He was all the way in.  Oh, fuck he was at the entrance of my colon.  He
paused and then reared back and started ramming me in earnest, showing no
mercy.  I found myself responding to his brutal treatment.  My clit once
more was hard and throbbing.  The pain receded as he continued to ram his
giant cock up my ass, and I reared back meeting him thrust for thrust.  He
withdrew seven to eight inches and then buried it to the hilt up my ass. 
He continued this assault until he came.  By that time my cheeks were
bright red and my asshole had been stretched and battered and rammed
unmercilessly, but I had not been allowed to cum.

   I was exhausted and highly aroused as I was taken back to my bed
chambers and prepared for bed.  The preparations were extensive.

   I was laid out on the bed on my back.  My ankles were anchored to the
bed posts by chains connected to the rings in my leather anklets.  My arms
were attached to the bedposts.  Only enough slack remained to allow me a
minimum amount of movement.  My clit was still throbbing and in a highly
aroused state while at the same time my rectum was extremely sore from the
recent violation.

   I thought that the chambermaids were done, but they weren't.  Next they
took from a cabinet a leather strap with two dildos attached.  One was
inserted in my pussy and the other was inserted up my ass.  The only
reprieve I had was they were smaller than the black man's cock.  A tiny
switch was set.  I was told that they were computerized.  Another strap
which was attached to the first went around my waist and was padlocked in
front.  Preparations appeared to be complete.

   "Don't be alarmed if you feel the dildos moving.  They are programmed to
perform throughout the night at predetermined intervals.  Enjoy and sleep
well," said one of the chambermaids sweetly as she exited.

   I was very uncomfortable.  I realized my movement would be limited
tonight.  All of a sudden I felt a sensation in my pussy.  The dildo was
twisting back and forth, up and down.  This continued for several minutes
and then stopped.  All was quiet for some time.  Then the dildo up my ass
began to move.  I was so aroused.  This continued for several minutes and
stopped.

   In spite of my awkward position, I was exhausted and ready for sleep.  I
began to drift off.  I realized that rest is what I needed now especially
since I didn't know what tomorrow would bring.  I thought back over the
past twenty-four hours and realized how far I had sunk into a life of
depravity.  It was bad enough being sodomized and then forced to
deep-throat that man, but now add to that the assault by the Doberman and
the pleasure I received from him.  I wanted him to lick my pussy.  He made
me climax.  I loved it and wanted more.  And my poor pussy had been filled
with all manner of large objects - my ass, too.  Would they ever be the
same?  These were my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep.

   I was suddenly rudely awakened by a churning in my belly.  The dildo in
my cunt has gone berserk, twisting and turning inside of me.  In spite of
myself I was quickly aroused.  I began to churn my hips.  All of a sudden
the dildo in my anus was activated.  It too churned and vibrated as if it
had a life of its own.  I was rapidly building towards a climax.  I was
almost there ready to shoot.  Yes!  Yes!  This is what I needed, and then
all of a sudden they stopped.

   Oh God, no!  I was so frustrated!  I again had this great need to cum. I
lay there utterly defeated and began to cry.  After quite some time I
settled down and drifted off into a troubled sleep.

   Suddenly I was again awakened by the dildo in my pussy.  It churned and
gyrated.  Soon the dildo in my anus came to life.  No, not this again,
please not again.  I was exhausted but couldn't help myself as the heat
built in my loins.  I churned my hips in time with the dildos building up
once again to that glorious point of no return.  My hips gyrated in rhythm
with the dildos that were violating me.  I was almost there!  I was so
close!  And again as before they became silent.

   "No, don't stop.  Fuck me.  Fuck my cunt and my ass.  Let me cum," I
cried in frustration.

   The process repeated itself throughout the night and by 6:00 AM I was
exhausted and completely discouraged.  My pussy and my asshole were sore
from use.  The dildos were relentless throughout the night.  How they knew
when I was about to cum, I don't know.  If only my hands were free so I
could play with my clit and bring myself to a climax.  I cried in
disappointment and frustration.

   I lay back and fell o sleep.  Twenty minutes later at 6:30 AM the
chambermaids entered and awakened me for the day's festivities.  I
protested and begged for rest.  They laughed.

   "You had all night to rest, my dear," they said mockingly as one of them
brushed a fingertip over my clit.

   The dildos were removed and my leash was attached to take me to the
bathroom to relieve myself.  They stood and watched me as I peed.  I wasn't
allowed any privacy.  I reached down and tried to rub my clit.  As I did,
one of the chambermaids slapped me across the face.

   "Leave your pussy alone, you little slut.  Never touch yourself unless
you're given permission.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes," I stammered.

   She slapped my left tit.

   "Yes, madam.  You are to address me as madam."

   "Yes, madam."

   I was then showered.  I was not allowed to give myself a shower.  My
hands were attached to two manacles hanging from the ceiling in the shower.
The chambermaids quickly undressed and entered the shower with me - one in
front and one behind.  They each take a bar of soap and a cloth and began
to wash me.  The one behind me concentrated on my ass tormenting me by
pushing her soapy finger up my anus.  The one in front lathered my breasts
while lightly squeezing and kissing my nipples.  She then ran the soapy
cloth up and down my slit giving my clit a lot of attention.  My clit stood
at attention and got hard.  It looked like a little cock pulsating under
her touch.  I rotated my hips as the heat built in my loins.  Oh God, don't
torture me like this.  I moaned pathetically.

   I screamed inwardly, "Let me cum!"

   My cunt was becoming the center of my universe - a virtual inferno.  I
was becoming a total slut looking for nothing more then sexual
gratification.  I was disgusted with myself.  It was as if the only thing
that mattered in life was cuming.  Was I turning into a nymphomaniac?  No,
I couldn't be, could I?  I was so confused.  They were doing this to me.  I
don't know anymore.  I don't know anything.

   Suddenly they stopped.  "Your shower's over," whispered the chambermaid
standing behind me.

   "Let her cool down for a few minutes," said the other as they got out of
the shower.

   "Please don't leave me like this," I begged.

   They ignored me as they talked to each other.

   "God, Evelyn, I'm so horny."

   "Me too, Monique," Evelyn said as she caressed Monique's breasts.

   The chambermaids kissed each other passionately burying their tongues in
each others mouth.  Their hands roamed all over each others bodies as they
became more aroused with each passing moment.

   "What about me," I cried unable to satisfy the itch in my cunt.

   Now they dropped to the floor and Monique straddled Evelyn's head and
dropped her pussy over her face.  She then lowered her own head and began
to lick and suck Evelyn's pussy.  They ate each other out.  They were lost
in each others lust building toward a climax.

   "What about me," I again cried out.  Why weren't they eating my pussy?

   They snickered and continued pleasuring each other with loud groans
escaping from their lips.  And then they both came at the same time with
their bodies bucking and convulsing all over the floor.  Then all was
quiet. They got up and released me from the manacles.  I was dressed in
what was becoming my only attire - over the knee boots with four inch
heels, leather wrist cuffs, and a collar.

   I was then taken to the kitchen for breakfast.  I crawled on my hands
and knees to my bowl and ate.  I didn't realize how hungry I was.  I licked
the bowl wanting more.

   Again the black man provided the morning entertainment by violating my
ass.  I welcomed his anal assault - at least I was getting some attention.
But this only further frustrated me, for like the others, he would not let
me cum.  He continually pounded into my ass with the steady beat of his
large hands coming down on my cheeks.  Hopelessness again engulfed me.  I
yearned to be sitting in front of the TV watching my favorite soap. 
Instead I sat in front of this black bastard wishing I could cum.

   After breakfast I was taken to the lab where I meet Dr.  Sharkiro.  A
series of tests were done on me and several blood samples were taken.  I
overhear the doctor talking to the Marquis.

   "She is perfect for our experiment.  She is certainly well endowed.  She
has the right equipment.  Those melons can hold a great deal of milk and
will probably grow much larger.  I have started injecting the serum into
her system.  It will take approximately one week for her body to duplicate
the conditions necessary for the mammaries to produce milk.  Once
production begins, it is imperative that you keep her on a regular milking
schedule.  In the meantime, use her any way you see fit, but don't harm her
breasts."

   "This sounds good, doctor.  I'm glad to hear that things will progress
so quickly.  I'm also glad to hear that I can continue with her training."

   I felt alone and forsaken.  Where was my husband?  Why hadn't he come to
find me?  I began to cry?  It was because of him that I was here now.  I
had changed so much in the last couple of days, and this was only the
beginning.  Feelings had been awoken in me that I didn't even know existed.
What was I becoming?  Do what depths would I sink?  Could I sink any lower?
Could I become any more depraved?  I didn't know myself any more or what I
was capable of.

   The Marquis saw me crying and smiled.  He walked over to me.

   "Why are you crying, my dear.  There is no need to cry.  You are in good
hands," he said as he kneaded my breasts and squeezed my nipples.  "Soon
your huge breasts will be producing a gallon of milk a day.  My first human
cow," he continued as he laughed mockingly.

   "Would you like to have some fun, Gwen?"

   "Oh yes, sir.  Whatever you desire," I said as I felt horror
unspeakable.

   "Good," he said as he took my leash and led me out the door.

   I crawled on all fours down the hall next to the Marquis.  I was led
into a room and told to kneel on a mat.  The Marquis stood back and admired
me.  My breasts were large and still hung proudly on my chest.  They begged
for attention.

   "You look tired.  Didn't you sleep well?"

   "No, sir."

   "That's too bad because some dear friends of mine are very horny and in
need of relief.  Remember, Gwen," he said as he grabbed my hair turning my
face up so that my eyes met his.  "Not only will you provide milk, but you
are also a whore to be made available to anyone of my choosing.  A position
of honor, isn't it?"

   I didn't respond.  I wasn't a whore.  I felt anxious knowing what was
going to happen to me in this room.  I was filled with dread.  Did he
really expect me to service all his friends?  The thought scared me and
strangely aroused me at the same time.  My cunt began to twitch.  The idea
was oddly appealing.  I must be going mad!

   The Marquis, while still holding my hair, slapped me across the cheek
with the back of his hand.  He then hit my other cheek.

   "Why do you not respond when spoken to, bitch?"

   "Forgive me, sir."

   "Are you ready?"

   "Oh yes, sir," and I really was.

   "Then let the fun begin.  Get down on your hands and knees and spread
you legs wide.  Now beg!"

   I didn't understand.  What did he want me to beg for?  I knew I must
respond.  "Fuck me, sir!"

   "No!  No, bitch.  I'm not going to fuck you.  Now beg," he said as he
squeezed my left nipple.

   This was so humiliating.  It was bad enough that his friends were going
to fuck the shit out of me, but I had to beg for it?  Why was I swearing so
much?  I never used those words before.  They're so crude and vulgar.  I
had no choice but to debase myself and comply with the Marquis' wishes.

   "I want to be fucked.  Oh please, sir," I moaned.

   "That's better.  More," he taunted as he continued to abuse my tits.

   "Please, let me be fucked.  Let them eat me.  Let me suck their dicks."
I was really getting into it.  I was getting carried away.

   A spreader bar was brought in and placed on the mat between my feet.  It
was attached to my ankles by leather straps.  My legs were held spread wide
open.  Suddenly seven little men entered the room wearing nothing more then
masks.  They all had huge cocks hanging between their legs which began to
grow as they saw me kneeling, spread wide open.  They surrounded me.  I
heard something behind me.  One of them was licking my cunt and asshole
with his rough tongue.  God, that feels good.  I looked behind me and saw
the dwarf standing there with his huge ten inch cock resting on my ass. 
His cock which was now hard entered my cunt.  His eyes glazed over in lust
as he pistoned into me violently.  His movements were quick and steady and
relentless.  The other dwarves stood next to me stroking their huge cocks
as their friend pounded into me relentlessly.

   I thought of my circumstances with revulsion.  But in spite of myself I
was responding to this little man with the huge cock.  The one in my pussy
felt so good.  I had been deprived of sexual gratification all night and
all morning.  I was ready.  He planned it this way.  He knew I would be
willing to do anything to cum.  He could make me do it, but the sick
bastard wanted me to crave it, and I did.

   The Marquis grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look in the mirror.
I saw the dwarf with the glazed eyes pounding away at my cunt.  I also saw
the pleasure written on my own face.  I was appalled and disgusted by my
own image, but I was aroused and on fire.  My mind and my emotions were in
conflict.

   "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Gwen.  You like being fucked, don't
you."

   "No!  NO!  I'm not" I sobbed hysterically, but I knew deep down that I
was.

   "Oh yes you are, and I'll prove it.  You're going to cum."

   How could I not cum?  I had been deprived all night.  I had been taken
to that glorious peak for hours and hours on end.  Of course, I was going
to cum.  I couldn't help myself.  Plus his dick felt so good.  My hips
moved in rhythm with the little man with the big dick.  I was cumming.  The
dwarf continued to pound my cunt.

   "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhaggggggggggg" I screamed out as I came.  The dwarf came
and deposited a huge load up my battered cunt.  He withdrew his now flaccid
prick drenched in my pussy juice.  I was exhausted.

   "One down, six to go," said the Marquis as another dwarf entered my
cunt. The pounding began immediately and I responded.  I wanted it.  I
wanted to be fucked.  I wanted to cum again and again and again.

   The Marquis got on his knees by my face and taunted me.  There is no
reprieve.  He squeezed my nipples and kneaded my breasts allowing them no
rest.  This fueled my fire.

   "I told you.  You are depraved.  Is there anything you won't do?" he
continued to chide me.

   "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaggggggggggggggg," I came again and so did
the second dwarf.  I came while being humiliated by the Marquis.

   Two more dwarves walked up to me.  One stood before me with his nine
inch dick looking me in the eye.  I was overcome with lust as it grew
before my eyes.  I stuck out my tongue and ran it across the huge head of
his cock.  He grabbed my hair and rammed his dick to the back of my throat.
I gagged.  He held his dick there as I gasped for air, and then he backed
off several inches before pushing forward and entering my throat.  I felt
searing pain as he continued ramming his cock forward not content until all
nine inches were buried in my throat with my nose buried in his pubic hair.
He held my head fast and gyrated his hips in small circles.  I couldn't
breathe.

   At the same time the other dwarf entered my cunt and rammed his ten inch
cock up my fuck hole in one quick thrust.  He then rammed me unmercifully
in long and rapid thrusts as he slapped my ass alternating first the left
cheek and then the right, never missing a beat.

   I couldn't breathe.  I panicked.  The dwarf with his cock buried in my
throat continued to hold my head firm, and I couldn't get air.  I began to
foam at the mouth as I tried to dislodge his giant prick.  My movements
spurred on the dwarf fucking my cunt as he increased the thrust and
rapidity of his cock battering my poor pussy.  He finally relented and
withdrew his cock from my throat allowing me to gulp in as much air as I
possibly could before ramming his cock back down my throat.  His pace
increased as he battered my poor mouth using it as a cunt.

   They both exploded filling my mouth and pussy with cum.  I was drowning
in a river of cum as they continued to explode in my poor battered cunt and
mouth.

   I was exhausted and needed rest as the two dwarves withdrew and were
immediately replaced by two more.  These two had equally long cocks but
were much thicker then the other dwarves.  How could I possible fit that
thing in my mouth?  As the one dwarf stretched my poor pussy to new limits,
the other one attempted to force the head of his cock into my mouth.  I was
unable to get my mouth open wide enough to take in his head.  I snaked my
tongue out at the giant head trying to appease the dwarf.  He roughly pried
my mouth open with his fingers and forced the head of his cock in.  The
pain I felt was unbelievable.  My jaw was stretched open to its limit and
felt like it was going to lock.

   "Watch those teeth, lady," sneered the dwarf as he continued to push his
fat cock into my mouth towards the back of my throat.  I only hoped that he
didn't expect me to deep throat him.

   All I could do was pray that my jaw didn't crack.  He grabbed a handful
of my hair and continued to push his cock towards the back of my mouth.  I
gagged and my throat started to heave trying to expel his monstrous cock. I
could feel the head of his cock touching my esophagus.  With one mighty
push his cock ripped into my throat.  The pain I felt was excruciating.  I
felt like a stuffed pig.  Getting a better grip on my hair, he relentlessly
pushed and pushed and pushed his monstrous cock down my poor stretched
throat inch by inch.  My throat was aching and sore massaging his cock as
it descended further and further into my throat.  I frothed and foamed at
the mouth as his assault continued.

   Meanwhile the other dwarf was pounding my cunt unmercifully.  I felt so
full.  Both ends were stuffed to the limit.  Suddenly the dwarf whose cock
was lodged in my throat could hold back no longer and exploded in my mouth
depositing a huge amount of cum into my belly.  He painfully withdrew his
cock from my mouth as the other dwarf continued to pound my pussy.  I was
totally exhausted and ready to collapse as the dwarf pounded my pussy with
renewed vigor.  Finally he could hold back no more and deposited his load
in me.

   As he withdrew, I collapsed on the floor and passed out.  I couldn't go
on even if only five of the seven dwarves were appeased.  When I came to, I
was back in my own chambers.

   My whirlpool that evening was well deserved.  I did more than a day's
work.

   At dinner that night I ate ravenously.  I had worked up an appetite
after the day's activities.  They were giving me two bowls of food instead
of one.  I finished the first bowl in peace glad that the black man was not
there.  All of a sudden there was a resounding slap to my left cheek which
drove my face into the bowl.

   "Did you think I forgot about you, wench?  Have no fear, I am here!"

   He slapped my other cheek and probed my cunt with his dick.

   I panicked.  Oh no, not my pussy.  Not after what those dwarves did to
it today.  Fuck my ass, please fuck my ass.

   He wanted nothing to do with my ass and rammed his prick into my poor
abused pussy.

   "How does that feel, bitch.  Better than any old dwarf, I bet?"

   He rammed me unmercifully.  He pulled out his ten inches only to ram it
back in up to the hilt.  He continued doing this spurred on by my tears and
crying.  Finally he came and withdrew his weapon.

   "I'm not done with you yet.  Time to teach you a lesson!"

   What was he talking about?  Why didn't he just leave me alone?  He had
his fun.

   "Have you ever been fist fucked?"

   Fist fucked!  What on earth was he talking about?

   "Well, you're going to be now."

   I began to cry uncontrollably.

   "Why are you doing this to me?  I've done nothing to hurt you."

   "It's nothing personal, lady.  I really do hate big tits.  I was told to
leave those huge ugly melons alone so I'm taking it out on your cunt.  Sit
up on your knees and spread your legs wide.

   I obeyed.  I had no choice.  What else could I do?  I cried
uncontrollably as I got into position.

   He looked both ways and then grabbed my nipples and squeezed them and
twisted them between his thumb and forefinger.  Then he started to work his
fingers into my pussy.  He started with two, then three, four, the thumb. I
was being stretched beyond any limits I had ever imagined possible.  He was
ruining my pussy.  When his fingers were entirely in my pussy, he formed a
fist.  I felt so full.  I grunted and groaned in pain.  He showed no mercy
as he continued to drive his fist up my pussy.  The walls of my pussy gave
and reluctantly received his fist.  My pussy would never be the same.

   Oh my God this couldn't be happening.  I was in tears and beside myself.
The pain was excruciating.  I felt so full as his fist ripped into my pussy
unmercifully.

   The black man smiled as he rammed his fist up my pussy.  I grunted.  He
punched his fist deeper and deeper into my pussy reaching my cervix.  He
was battering my cervix with his punches.

   "Do you like being fist fucked, Gwen?"

   I grunted.  I was unable to speak.  The pain was too great.  My breasts
swayed back and forth.  Every once in a while he slapped one, looking to
make sure no one was watching.  He continued to pound his fist up my pussy.
I felt strangely aroused.  My pussy juice was flowing down his hand and
lubricating my pussy.  I could hear swishing noises as he punched his fist
up my love canal.  My tits bounced on my chest flapping up and down and
back and forth.

   "I really hate those jugs," he said as he took a pin out of his pocket.

   "Put your hands behind your head and push out those tits."

   Why was he doing this?  Everyone else liked my breasts.  What was wrong
with large breasts?

   He jabbed the pin into the side of my left breast.  I jumped in pain. 
He stabbed my right breast.  I again jumped.  He continued to ram his right
fist up my cunt.  Every time I jumped I rammed my cunt down on his fist.

   "Here you try it," he said as he handed me the pin still not missing a
beat with his fist ramming my cunt.  He grabbed my hair in his left hand.

   "I was told not to mess with your tits, but there's nothing to say you
can't.  Jab your tits with the pin until I tell you to stop.  If you don't,
I'll rip all of your long beautiful hair out a handful at a time.  Do you
understand?" he said in a menacing voice.

   I realize he wasn't kidding as he continued` to fist fuck me.  I was
petrified but at the same time I felt a wonderful sensation in my cunt and
was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to me in spite of myself.  I was
reaching a new high.  I was close, oh so close.  I knew I was going to cum.

   "Start jabbing, Miss Melons," he ordered.

   What choice did I have?  I reluctantly began to jab my tits with the pin
- very light at first.

   "Harder, lady, harder!"

   I obeyed jabbing myself harder with the pin.  Something happened to me
inside.  Something snapped.  I became crazed.  The juices were flowing
faster.  I started to ride his fist meeting his shoves as waves of pleasure
coursed up and down my spine from my pussy to my tits.  I begged him to
push harder.  I jabbed myself unmercifully with the pin.  I even pricked my
nipples and drew blood.  This seemed to excite me even more.  I rode his
fist.  I had a demented idea and placed the needle on the tip of my left
nipple and pushed.  A half inch of needle disappeared straight into my
nipple.  The pain was excruciating but at the same time it sent electric
shocks to my pussy.  I couldn't believe that I was doing this to myself.

   "You are one crazy bitch.  Here's another needle.  Do your right
nipple."

   I was too far gone.  I took the needle with no hesitation and placed the
tip against my right nipple with a demented desire to again push a half
inch of the needle directly into my nipple.  I pushed.  The pain was
glorious and sent another jolt to my cunt that sent me over the edge.

   I couldn't take it any more.  I exploded.

   "Ehhhhhhhhhhhaggggggggggg."

   I came like I had never cum before.  I gushed all over his fist which
was still pounding my cunt unmercifully.  I was spent.  Totally drained but
I still rode the fist.

   After a while he removed his fist from my cunt with a plop and stood
back and laughed at me.  I sat pathetically on the ground feeling the shame
at the realization of what I had done and what I had become.  I enjoyed
myself.  I was learning things about myself that I never knew.  I was
depraved.  I enjoyed pain.  I enjoyed being humiliated.  I enjoyed being
abused and used.  I loved jabbing my own tits.  I got off on it.  Jesus
Christ, I drove two needles into my own nipples!  What was I?  I knew I
would never be the same.

   I wept in shame.  In such a short time I had discovered so much about
myself.  I had discovered my dark side.

   He put his hand up to my mouth and commanded me to clean it.  I licked
all of my juices off of his hand and between his fingers.  Every once in a
while he'd slap me across the face and then command me to keep licking. 
After a while he tired of this and took out a cigarette lighter.

   The pins were still sticking out obscenely from the ends of my inch long
nipples.  As I continued to lick his hand, he applied heat to the pin in my
left nipple.  I could feel the heat rising, turning into a burning inside
my nipple.

   "You like that, don't you?  You really get off on this," he sneered as
he moved the flame over to the other pin.  Again, the heat built sending a
painful jolt to the core of my tortured nipple.

   He alternated from my left nipple to my right nipple heating the pins
just enough to bring me discomfort but not enough to do any real damage,
and it was having an effect on me.  The heat once again was building in my
loins.  My hips were moving, my pussy was dripping, looking for something
to occupy it.  I was again building to a climax.  I again needed to cum. 
Every time he heated a pin, it sent a jolt of electricity directly to my
pussy.  It was as if he had a direct line to my cunt.  I pushed my tits out
to him as an offering, willing him to heat the pins.

   What kind of a sicko was I becoming?  I had sunk to a level where I
needed pain and humiliation to get off.  Before this I use to be content to
make love to John once a week.  That was enough to satisfy me.  Sometimes
we went two weeks without making love.  Now look at me.  I was becoming a
pain slut.

   My breathing became heavier and labored.  I was sweating profusely.  I
was so close, and he continued to apply heat to the pins in my nipples.  I
loved it.  I was reaching a new high.  I didn't care how perverted this is.
It felt good.  No, it felt great.

   "Yes," I groaned.  "Heat those pins.  Make them hotter."

   And then he suddenly stopped.  He pulled both pins out of my nipples and
called for the chambermaids.

   "No, you can't stop now.  I'm so close," I screamed as I reached down to
finger my cunt and rub my clit.  All I needed was a minute.

   Before my hand reached my pussy, he slapped me across the face bringing
me back to reality.

   "Get your hands on your head.  Spread your legs wide and arch that
back," he spit out as he directed me.

   I obeyed immediately fearing the consequences.

   "You'll not cum again tonight," he whispered in my ear.

   I was broken and defeated.  Something was happening to me.  I was not
the person I use to be.  I was now nothing but a crazed slut.  I cried
pathetically.

   I was taken back to my chambers where I was attended to and prepared for
bed.  Special attention was paid to my breasts with soothing antiseptic and
healing ointment being liberally applied.

   "We have a slight variation in your accommodations for the night thanks
to that disobedient black slave," explained Evelyn.

   I soon found out what that variation was.  No dildo was put in my pussy.
My pussy would not be violated in order to give me time to heal.  However
one computerized dildo was slid up my ass.  I regretfully realized that
this would again be a sleepless night.  Monique attached a device to my
pussy.

   "This device is called a butterfly.  It can do wonderful things to your
clit.  It is also computerized," she said as she made final adjustments and
positioned it.

   She attached my wrist cuffs to the corners of the bed.

   "You sleep well, little slut," said Monique as she leaned over and
passionately kissed me on the lips while stabbing her tongue into my mouth.

   I felt a churning in my loins.  All of a sudden the butterfly device
attached to my clit came alive, pulsating and stimulating it.

   While Monique continued to explore my mouth with her tongue, Evelyn
leaned over and swirled her tongue around my left nipple.  She looked up at
me and said, "Tastes good," and then took my nipple in her mouth and
sucked.

   Oh god, it was happening again.  I was so aroused.  My hips were
churning, looking for release.  Unexpectedly the dildo in my ass began to
gyrate - twisting and turning in my rectum.  I was quickly approaching a
climax.  I closed my eyes and let it build.

   Suddenly Monique and Evelyn were gone.  I opened my eyes.  They were
standing by the door.

   "Sleep well."

   The bitches were toying with me.  They mocked me.  They took delight in
my plight.  The anal invader and the butterfly stopped.  All was quiet
except my pussy was a raging inferno.  It looked as if this was going to be
a nightly routine.  How long could I last?  Sleep deprivation would soon
take a toll on me.  This constant state of horniness and always being on
the edge of a climax would drive me insane.  It already drove me to
willingly do unthinkable acts.