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 The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 7

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   I was awakened every hourly throughout the night to be milked.  At 6:00
AM.  I got up to start my day not really getting much rest throughout the
night due to the frequent milkings.  I was told by the doctor that hourly
milking was necessary to increase milk production, and it was working.  My
milk production was increasing with each milking.  I had also been put on a
prenatal vitamin.

   All of my shackles were removed, and I was bathed by my chambermaids.

   After my bath, I felt somewhat refreshed after the events of the night.
The flame in my pussy had subsided for the time being, but I had the
feeling that it wouldn't take much to set me afire.

   My wrist and collar restraints were replaced.  I put on a pair of over
the knee boots with four inch heels.  They were definitely part of my
standard attire.  The leash was attached to my collar, and I was ordered to
crawl like a dog to the kitchen to be fed.

   My breasts swayed back and forth.  They had quickly filled since my last
milking.  They were full and uncomfortable.

   I finally reached the kitchen and was famished.  A large bowl of food
was placed before me on the floor.  I dived in eating ravenously.

   Suddenly I felt a whack across my left cheek that was totally unexpected
and caught me by surprise.

   "Good morning, bitch," said the black man standing behind me with a
paddle.  This was the new man that took the place of the one that
displeased the Marquis.  He looked meaner than the other man.  He certainly
was bigger and not just in height.

   "Assume the position," he spit out.  I quickly sat up and placed my
hands behind my head and spread my legs as far as they would go.  This
exposed and made me vulnerable to him.  He walked in front of me and looked
me up and down.

   "You certainly are a big mother," he said as he squeezed my breasts.  I
winced in pain.  "Oh, I see that these are milkers and they are full."

   He continued to squeeze my breasts amusing himself at my expense.  I
tried not to show the discomfort that I was experiencing.

   "Suck on this, motherfucker," he commanded as he stood and grabbed my
hair forcing my mouth over the tip of his large cock.  His cock had to be 2
1/2 inches in diameter.  It looked like a piece of summer sausage.  He
continued to force his prick into my mouth and down my throat.  He was all
business and showed no mercy.  My mouth was being stretched to the limit. I
was afraid my lips would rip at the edges.  How far could they be
stretched? They never had to accommodate a prick this large.

   His prick was halfway into my mouth.  He moved his hips while holding my
head and began ramming in earnest.  He was turning my mouth into his
private cunt.  I gagged.  He withdrew and rammed it in again.  I gagged. 
He seemed to enjoy the discomfort he was causing me.  I began to drool and
foam at the mouth.  My eyes were bulging out as he continued to ram his
prick down my throat forcing me to take in more with each thrust.

   At the same time he moved his bare left foot forward between my legs and
worked his toes between my pussy lips.  He wiggled his toes and moved them
forward separating my lips.  Now, this I liked.  My cunt had been ignored
much too much lately.  I was willing to take any attention he would give me
no matter how disgusting or perverse.

   I amazed myself.  With his continued ramming, I had taken in almost his
entire length with my drool coating his massive shaft.  I didn't think my
mouth would stretch open that far.  But he was not done.  He continued to
ram my mouth pushing further and further down my aching throat.  His foot
had also been active working its way forward and pressing further into my
cunt.  I tried to spread my legs further apart to allow him better access
to my pussy.  He needed no encouragement.  This was his intent.  He was
unrelenting and continued to move his foot in and out of my cunt, gaining
further ground each time.

   He was driving me wild.  I was stuffed.  If I stopped to think about my
situation, I might panic.  After all, his foot was a size 11 and was
halfway in my love canal already.  That was worst then fist fucking, and he
was not done yet.  My breasts swayed back and forth and ached as the milk
continued to build in my mammaries.

   All of a sudden, all hell broke loose.  He became a madman.  He
quickened his pace and was violently shoving his prick down my throat at a
rapid pace.  His only concern was getting off.  At the same time his foot
was going crazy.  He was continually ramming his foot up my dilating cunt
with great force lifting me off the floor with each thrust.  He had almost
buried his foot up my sore oozing pussy.

   Then he came as load after load of cum shot from his massive cock down
my throat and into my belly.  It had no where to go but down.  There was no
fear of losing any of his cum.  My mouth was stuffed to the hilt with his
dick, and he wouldn't withdraw even an inch.  If I didn't swallow faster,
I'd choke to death or drown in his cum.  What an epitaph!  The flow receded
and finally stopped.  He is sated.  My nostrils were flaring as I fought to
get air into my lungs.

   He withdrew his prick from my mouth and let go of my hair.  He leaned
back with his hands on his hips and continued to work his foot into my
cunt. I panted gulping in large amounts of air, relieved that the massive
cock was finally sated and out of my throat.

   "You like that, bitch, don't you?"

   My pussy was on fire, and I didn't respond right away.  He bent down and
slapped my left tit on the side.  Pain mixed with pleasure.

   "Answer me when I speak to you, whore."

   He reared back and slapped my right tit.  More pain.  He continued to
slap my tits with resounding slaps, shooting pain through my bloated tits,
but I didn't care.  I was too far gone.  My cunt was on fire and I was
ready to cum.

   He sensed that I was close to an orgasm.

   "You like pain, don't you, you perverted bitch," he said as he withdrew
his foot from my cunt and retreated several steps.  He stood there and
looked down on me with disdain.

   "Oh God, please don't stop," I begged and cried.  "Please, please, make
me cum.  I need to cum.  Shove your foot up my cunt, please."

   "Shut up and stop begging."

   I reached down and shoved my fingers up my cunt trying to bring myself
to a climax.  The black man kicked my hand, dislodging it from my pussy. 
He kicked me several times in the pussy sending pain and driving away the
pleasure.  I moaned and groaned and groveled on the floor.  I was a
pathetic sight.

   "Don't you dare touch yourself unless you're told to." He looked at the
chambermaids and said, "Take her away.  She's pathetic.  A man can't even
eat in peace around here."

   I was led away by my leash, a pathetic sight, whimpering and moaning in
pain and humiliation.  I was taken back to my chambers.  There my wrist
restraints were attached to the chain overhead.  By means of a pulley the
chain was raised until my arms were fully extended upward, and I was
standing on my tiptoes.  The chambermaids then left.

   This day was not getting off to a good start.  My body ached all over.
My cunt was still on fire.  My breasts hung heavily on my chest in
desperate need of milking.  The sacks were full and must be emptied.  As my
body produced more milk there was no place for it to go.  The Marquis must
realize that.  He must know.  Of course, he did.  He knew I was in pain. 
This pleased him, the sadistic bastard.  I cried in desperation.

   At that moment one of the chambermaids entered.  She picked up some
towels and before she left walked over to me.

   "You were very fortunate this morning."

   "What do you mean?" I asked between sobs.

   "One of the girls that the black man entertained yesterday didn't fair
as well as you did.

   "What happened to her?"

   "She's dead."

   "Oh my God, no!" I exclaimed in horror.  "How?"

   "Her cunt couldn't accommodate his foot.  He ripped her apart and she
bled to death."

   "Oh no."

   "Remember there are always those that have it worse than you do, no
matter how bleak your circumstances might seem," she said as she left the
room.

   I felt so sorry for that girl.  What a senseless way to lose your life.

   The Marquis entered and walked over to me with a smile on his face.

   "Well, how are we feeling this morning, my dear Gwen?"

   He felt my breasts and seemed to approve of their tautness.  His hand
wandered down to my pussy.  He rubbed my clit and then inserted two fingers
into my vagina as he continued to talk to me.

   "Today should be very enlightening for you."

   I was curious as to what he might mean, but I dared not ask.

   I found out soon enough when I was taken to a room I hadn't been in
before.  One wall was all glass which looked into another spacious room
with a settee and a king size bed.  I was seated in a leather chair facing
this glassed wall.  The back of the chair was arched.  My arms were pulled
behind the chair, and my leather wrist cuffs were attached to a short chain
at the back of the chair.  My legs were drawn back and each ring on my
boots was attached to the back leg of the chair spreading my legs wide and
exposing my already battered pussy.  My leather collar was removed and
replaced by a collar that was attached to the back of the chair.

   This is what I looked like.  My back was arched to conform to the shape
of the chair causing my tits to jut out and be prominently displayed.  They
were full of milk and very sensitive.  My head was immobile because of the
leather collar which held it back against the chair.  My legs were spread
wide and back in a painful position.  I was very uncomfortable.

   One of the chambermaids then reached under the chair and slide out the
center portion of the seat.  This exposed my underside and took away some
of the support since I had only the edges of the chair supporting me. 
Finally a ball gag was placed in my mouth and secured behind my head with
the leather strap.  I was uncomfortable and this discomfort increased with
each passing moment.  The human body was not meant to be contorted into all
of these weird positions.

   "Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.  Comfortable, my
dear?"

   Silence.

   The Marquis squeezed my breasts and milk began to ooze from my nipples.

   "You are producing milk at a phenomenal rate.  This is excellent.  You
were born to be a milkmaid.  We will have to milk you immediately."

   The chambermaids wheeled in a portable milking machine and attached the
cups to my areolas.  The machine sprang to life with the flick of a switch
and my milk was drawn from my bloated tits.  The cups continued to suck on
my nipples drawing out the sweet nectar which traveled through clear
plastic tubes and into a container.

   "We also have other business we need to attend to.  Our guests are
arriving.  Direct your attention to the scene that unfolds before your
eyes," said the Marquis.

   I looked straight forward as directed and saw a beautiful young woman
dressed in a smart business suit seated on the settee.  What happened next
shocked me.  My husband walked into the room and over to this woman.  Why
was my husband here?  Maybe he had a change of heart and was coming to
rescue me.  I could hear every word they said perfectly as if I was in the
room with them.

   "Well, Maxine, do you have my money?" asked my husband.

   "It's all there, John.  $100,000 I believe, was the agreed upon amount,"
said Maxine as she rose.

   "Why, here, though?  Couldn't we have arranged this meeting closer to
home?" John asked.

   "I only follow orders, John.  The Marquis said that business
transactions are to take place here at the mansion under his supervision.
If you have a problem with that, talk to him."

   "No, no, it really doesn't matter.  I just thought it would have been
simpler elsewhere."

   "Well, you received quite a handsome amount for your wife," Maxine said
as she wrapped her arms around John's neck and kissed him.

   I broke down in tears.  He did this to me.  I was suffering now because
of his greed.  And now the Marquis was ready to give me an enema after
hooking up the milking machine to my breasts.  I felt betrayed and used as
this woman kissed my husband.

   "Yeah, $100,000 was too tempting.  I hope I made the right decision."

   John gently squeezed Maxine's breast as they embraced.

   "Do you know what they're going to do with her?" Maxine asked.

   "Burrows didn't go into a lot of detail, but he talked about training
her and possible selling her on the white slave market.  I didn't pay too
much attention.  I was too busy thinking about what I was going to do with
the money."

   "Oh, they've been training her all right.  As a matter of fact she has
become completely subservient thanks to some hard discipline."

   "Hard discipline?"

   I cried as the bulb was inflated in my rectum, and the warm solution
began to fill me.  How could he do this to me?

   "Actually your wife is here."

   "You're crazy?  How could she be?"

   "This is where the Marquis trains all of his slaves."

   "Slave?"

   "Yes, she has become his slave.  As a matter of fact, the Marquis is
administering an enema to your wife right at this moment."

   "How do you know that?"

   "Because he told me.  Actually, your wife is observing this whole
scene."

   "Wait a minute.  I was told she would never know what happened?" John
said in dismay.

   "Does it really make a difference, John?  Can she do anything about it?"
Maxine asked as she grabbed John's cock.  "Let me suck on this for you."

   Maxine dropped to her knees in front of John and unbuckled his belt,
undoing his zipper, and letting his pants fall to the floor.  She was going
to blow him with me watching.  As she sucked on his dick, the enema
continued to fill be.  My stomach was bloated.  My breasts were also
drained as the last of the white milk drained from the tubes into the
stainless steel container.  The Marquis removed the cups from my breasts.

   "Don't they make a nice couple?  Look how delicately she sucks on his
cock."

   The Marquis reached down and squeezed and pinched my nipples.  The enema
was still filling me.  I was very uncomfortable and started to cramp.  I
wish I was dead.  John screamed out as he came in Maxine's mouth.  She
swallowed hungrily.  Maxine then licked his dick clean and rose.

   "Mmmm.  That tasted good.  You can come in my mouth anytime."

   "Honey, you know how to suck cock."

   "Did your wife suck cock as good as I do?" Maxine asked.

   "My wife didn't suck cock," said John.

   "Maybe not then, but she does now.  She's sucked a lot of cock since
she's been here."

   "You're kidding.  I could never get her to do anything like that," John
said sadly.

   "I guess it takes a little friendly persuasion."

   I didn't believe they were talking about me like that.

   "Would you like to see her?" Maxine asked.

   "I'm not sure that's a good idea," John said as he kissed Maxine.

   "No, really, I can arrange it, a final goodbye."

   "Would Burrows allow that?"

   "That's what the Marquis wants.  It's part of her training.  He wants to
teach her humility under all circumstances."

   I didn't believe this.  That bastard was the last person on earth I
wanted to see, and I certainly don't want him to see me like this.  It was
humiliating.  It was so degrading.

   "I guess so," John said.

   "Go push the button next to the mirror," Maxine said in a soft, sexy
voice.

   John walked over to the mirror and pushed the button.  I could no longer
see them.  The window had turned into a mirror.  I saw myself bound to the
chair with an enema sticking up my ass.  My stomach was bloated from the
amount of fluid that had been forced into my rectum.

   Then it dawned on me what was happening.  Their mirror has turned into a
window.  John was watching me being degraded and abused.  He saw me tied to
this chair.  He saw the enema up my ass.  He saw my arms bound forcing my
tits to jut out.  He saw my legs spread wide and bound to the legs of the
chair.  I was utterly humiliated.  I felt such shame.

   Suddenly the mirror returned and I saw John and Maxine once again.

   "That was Gwen?  Oh my God, what happened to her?"

   "She's in training."

   "Is she always bound up like that?"

   "Oh she is bound in many positions.  She has also been fucked in every
hole.  She has experienced just about every sex act imaginable."

   "This is incredible!  I really didn't have any idea she would be treated
like that."

   "Like what?"

   "You know, so cruelly.  After all, she is my wife.  I guess I only
thought of the money and not what might happen to her."

   "Why don't you see her one last time, John?" Maxine asked.

   "I don't know if that's a good idea.  I'm not sure I could face her,
"John responded.

   "Well, let me see if something can be arranged," Maxine said with a
thoughtful look on her face.

   The Marquis laughed as I looked on in disbelief.

   "Yes, I knew he would want to see you again, Gwen.  This is perfect."

   I was uncomfortable.  The pressure in my stomach was unbelievable. 
Cramps were setting in.  I had to go to the bathroom so bad.  There was no
release.  The inflated bulb prevented even a drop of liquid from escaping.
I was again at the Marquis's mercy.

   "You will see your husband one more time, and it won't be a pleasant
meeting.  Not for you anyway, Gwen.  He will have his way with you as a
final goodbye.  You will see exactly how little he cares for you."

   I sobbed uncontrollably.  What a cruel and inhumane thing to do.  I had
done all that he commanded, and he still degraded me.  Was there no end to
his cruelty?