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 The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 8

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   I was untied and allowed to relieve myself.  The chambermaids were
summoned and given directions about my preparation for the evening
activities.  I was then taken to the kitchen to eat.  My only reprieve was
that the black man was not present to torment me during my meal.  I was
allowed to eat in peace.

   Back in my chambers I was prepared for the evening activities.  After
bathing, I was first fitted with a black leather garter belt.  Next, black
mesh stockings were given to me to put on.  I was then given black leather
over-the-knee boots to wear with five inch heels.  The extra inch forced me
off the balls of my feet and on to my toes making it even more difficult to
walk and maintain my balance.  My calves felt tighter.

   As final adjustments were being made to my new over-the-knee boots,
Evelyn said, "By the way, get use to those five inch heels, Gwen.  That's
all you'll be wearing from now on unless the Marquis decides to make them
even higher."

   I was then ordered to stand up.  I felt like I was going to fall down.
These heels were impossible.  How could he expect me to walk around in five
inch heels?  I was almost standing on the tips of my toes now.  I could
already feel the pain in my calves which were being stretched by the added
height.

   The customary leather wrist cuffs and collar were next fitted to me.  I
was also fitted with elbow cuffs.  This was something new.  I wondered why?
What was their purpose?

   I soon found out.  My hands were drawn behind my back and a D ring
fastened my wrist cuffs together.  Then a leather strap was attached to the
D rings in my elbow cuffs and drawn tight leaving only several inches
between my elbows.  As this strap was drawn tighter, it forced my back to
arch pushing my breasts out in a most prominent position.  Again my breasts
were the focal point and the center of attention and abuse.

   Finally my hair was combed and flowed down my back to my waist.

   "God she looks good," said one of the chambermaids.

   With that comment, she walked in front of me, grabbed my left breast,
and sucked hard on the nipple drawing milk.  It ran down the side of her
mouth.  She then nibbled on my super sensitive nipple and stood back with a
smirk on her face.

   "That was mighty fine tasting milk, lady," she said.

   I was then led to a dining hall where a number of people were gathered,
all dressed in formal attire.  I walked precariously fearing I might fall
over at any time.  These five inch heels were impossible.  I was placed in
the center of the table on my knees.  My ankles were strapped together and
then my wrist cuffs were strapped to my ankle cuffs, all in all, a very
uncomfortable position.

   The Marquis called for attention.

   "I would like to welcome all of you here tonight.  I hope you enjoy your
meal.  The milk you are drinking is special.  It is human milk produced by
my newest slave, Gwen.  If you like it and desire more help yourself to the
real thing.  Gwen is our centerpiece tonight and at your disposal.  I would
also like you to meet her husband, John Donohue, who is our honored guest
tonight and the one who made Gwen's presence here possible."

   There was applause as John stood self-consciously.  I felt shame and
tears welled up in my eyes.  As these strangers ate, I was the center of
attention and conversation.  My milk seemed to be a big hit with everyone,
and I had the feeling that they all would soon be coming back for more.  My
breasts ached with the load of milk they were carrying, and in a perverted
way, I couldn't wait for the attention I soon would be receiving.  I only
hoped John stayed away.

   As if someone was reading my mind, the Marquis and John walked up to me.

   "Those are magnificent tits, John.  Those huge tits produce a gallon of
milk a day.  I don't know how she does it.  She produces more milk then a
cow does." They both laughed as they enjoyed their little joke at my
expense.

   "They are large.  No doubt about it." With that John reached over and
squeezed my nipple.  He then lowered his head to my ear and whispered, "I'm
sorry."

   I started to cry.  "Why did you do this to me?  After all we meant to
each other."

   The Marquis backhanded me across the face.  "Don't you dare talk to my
guest in that manner.  Don't you dare.  Now apologize to your husband,
now."

   "Marquis, that's not really necessary.  It's understandable that she's
upset," John said.

   I cried hysterically which only fueled the Marquis's anger.  A hush fell
over the room as everyone watched intently to see what the Marquis would
do. I soon realized that my big mistake was humiliating the Marquis in
front of his guests.

   "You need to learn a lesson," the Marquis said as he again slapped me
across the face.  I continued to whimper and cry feeling miserable.

   He took two large clamps and applied them to my nipples.  I screamed out
in pain.

   "Scream, bitch.  I like it.  No milk will escape those bloated tits
until you have apologized to your husband.  Now apologize."

   "I'm sorry," I whimpered dejectedly.

   "Say it louder and be sincere."

   "I'm sorry.  Please forgive me, John.  I didn't mean it.  It was wrong
of me."

   "That's better.  Now tell him you'll do anything to make it up to him,"
the Marquis whispered in my ear as he squeezed my right breast.

   "John, I'll do anything for you.  Please forgive me."

   "You heard her, John.  What would you like her to do?"

   "That's quite all right, Marquis.  She's suffered enough.  She didn't
mean any harm.  Naturally she's upset.  There's nothing she has to do for
me," John said looking down at me with concern in his eyes.

   "Nonsense," said the Marquis as he slapped me across the face.  "You've
never sucked off your own husband, but you think nothing of sucking off
dwarves.  What the fuck is wrong with you?  You are to suck your husband's
cock and drink every drop of his cum.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, sir," I replied, feeling utterly humiliated as these things were
disclosed to all who were present.

   John's face turned red as two chambermaids helped him out of his slacks.

   "I'm really sorry, Gwen.  I never thought things would turn out like
this," John whispered with remorse in his voice.

   I took his cock in my mouth and looked up at him with tears streaming
down my face.  I could tell he felt awkward, and really didn't know what to
do.  I reluctantly sucked more of him into my mouth, unwilling to forgive
the bastard for doing this to me.  While this was going on, the Marquis
removed my nipple clamps and invited his guests to drink.  Two greedy
mouths immediately attached their mouths to my breasts and sucked hard. 
They were soon replaced by two more mouths.  This continued until my
breasts were drained of milk.  My nipples were now extremely sensitive.  I
think just about everyone present had their mouth on my breasts.  I felt
used.  I continued to suck John's cock and now forced the head of his cock
into my throat.  He gasped as his cock traveled down my throat towards my
stomach.  He was overcome with lust and rammed his meat deep down my throat
while I had flashbacks of us meeting at the altar on our wedding day -
reciting our vows to honor and cherish until death do us part.  Tears
welled up in my eyes.  I felt such despair.

   He was exerting a great deal of self-control to make this moment last.
Finally he reached his climax and spurted a load of cum down my throat.  I
made sure to swallow every drop.

   "God, that was wonderful, Gwen," he said as he climbed down from the
table.

   "Certainly not the woman you once knew," said the Marquis.

   "No, not the woman I once knew," said John with regret in his voice.

   "Watch, my friend," the Marquis said as he placed his hand on my pussy.
He rubbed my clits which started the fire in my cunt burning out of
control.

   "Do you want to come, Gwen?"

   "Oh yes, sir," I said as he continued to rub my clit.  The fire built.

   "Do you care how you cum," he asked.

   "No, sir," I said as lust took over.  "Please allow me to cum.  It's
been so long."

   "Would you like to show your husband and all these fine people how you
perform with the dwarves?" the Marquis asked with a snicker on his face.

   "Yes sir, the dwarves.  Oh please, the dwarves," I replied.  "The
dwarves will make me cum."

   "Ladies and gentlemen, if you will be seated, Gwen will be providing the
evening's entertainment.  Walk around, Gwen, and show my guests how lovely
you are."

   My restraints were removed, and I began to walk around the room finding
it hard to navigate on these five inch heels.  My calves were taunt and my
steps were tentative as my breasts swayed back and forth on my chest
creating, I imagine, quite an erotic sight for the Marquis's guests.  As I
walked hands reached out to squeeze my nipples or rub my clit or slap my
ass.

   After walking among the guests for a few minutes, I was placed on all
fours on a revolving platform in the middle of the room.  My ankle and
wrist cuffs were attached to eye bolts in the platform by small lengths of
chain.  There was certainly no getting away.  One of the dwarves entered
and rudely felt my pussy.

   I groaned in lust.  "Fuck me."

   Immediately a whip lashed out across my back followed by another blow.

   "Don't you dare speak," said the Marquis.

   I cried out in pain.

   "Gag her, now," said the Marquis.

   "Is all this really necessary?" John asked the Marquis.

   "Sit and watch.  Remember, you are a guest in my home.  Gwen is now my
property.  She has been bought and paid for," responded the Marquis tartly.

   One of the chambermaids brought in a six inch phallus gag and shoved it
in my mouth and down my throat.  I gagged as it was fastened behind my
head.

   The dwarf stroked his huge member and directed it towards my ass.

   "Your pussy is too tender to be penetrated.  Your ass will have to do,"
whispered the Marquis in my ear.

   The dwarf pushed against my anal sphincter and met with resistance. 
With short quick jabs he broke through into my anus and began to ram up
into my rectum.  Saliva dripped on my back as the dwarf got excited by the
tightness of my rectum squeezing his fat cock.  He began to ram me in
earnest with fast, steady jabs.  I rotated my hips and pushed backwards to
meet his forward thrusts.  God did this little guy feel good.  I went
crazy. I couldn't get enough of the little man.  His long stiff dick was
pressing against my colon.  He came much too soon to suit me, but another
dwarf was right there ready to take his place and fuck me up the ass.

   I didn't care.  These dwarves satisfied my lust and I knew I would soon
cum.  I pushed back to meet his thrusts and I finally exploded.  I went
wild.  I wanted more.  I wanted to keep coming.  This dwarf came and a
third dwarf took his place.  I looked up and saw my husband viewing this
spectacle with disbelief.  Yes, you bastard, I'm depraved and I love it.  I
loved being sodomized by these little guys who, in reality, were really big
where it counts.  Bigger than that asshole that I married.

   The Marquis walked over to me and removed my gag.  He whispered in my
ear.  "You're putting on quite a show, Gwen.  You're quite a woman.  You've
increased your value about half a million with this little display.  Keep
it up."

   Another dwarf stood in front of me.  His huge penis was already hard and
he was obviously excited.  My mouth hungrily sought out his dick.  I sucked
the dwarf's dick into my mouth.  I moaned as his cock reached the back of
my mouth.  He thrust his cock in and out of my mouth using it as a cunt. 
The other dwarf came in my ass and was replaced by yet another dwarf.  The
Marquis's guests looked on in disbelief.

   "Free her hands and give her some room to work."

   The chambermaids walked up and untied my wrist cuffs, freeing my hands..
I grabbed the dwarf's cock and rubbed his shaft as I sucked on it.  The
lust raged within me as I once again came.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggghhhhhh!"

   The Marquis let me cum twice.  The dwarf I was sucking came and squirted
his load down my throat.  I drank greedily.

   "Would you like another up your ass, Gwen?"

   "Oh, yes.  Please sir.  Let another fuck my ass.  Please," I begged.

   The Marquis's guests whispered among themselves.  This excited me even
more.  I liked having them watch especially the one who betrayed me.

   Another dwarf entered.  I'd lost count.  I didn't know if this was
number six or seven.  The dwarf's cock took aim at my anal sphincter and
rammed home in one swift stroke.  My rectum was so stretched that he buried
his cock in me to the hilt in one stroke.  I didn't care.  Right now I just
wanted to be fucked.  Another dwarf wanted a blow job.  I greedily feed his
cock down my throat and let him ram me for all he was worth.

   "That makes seven dwarfs she's serviced.  This woman is amazing," said
one of the guests.

   Soon the dwarf I was sucking came and again I get a tummy full of cum. I
came for a third time and the seventh dwarf continued violating my ass
without mercy.

   One of the guests yelled out, "How about some milk?"

   "Help yourself," said the Marquis.

   All hell breaks loose as my arms were lifted by two of the guests.  The
dwarf's cock was still buried in my rectum pumping away.  As I was held up,
greedy mouths cruelly sucked and pinched my breasts, drinking the sweet
milk that I was producing.

   "That's it!  Suck harder," I moaned.

   One horny bastard dropped his pants and rammed his cock down my throat.
I didn't care.  Let them use me.  I sucked greedily on his shaft giving him
a night to remember.  He soon came, overcome with excitement.  He needed to
learn self-control.

   The dwarf finally came depositing his load of cum in my bowels.  He was
replaced by one of the guests who pulled me back on top of his cock driving
it up my ass.  My cunt which was fully exposed was violated by another
guest.  A third guest grabbed my hair and rammed his dick down my throat.
Every opening was filled.  I was a sex machine, meeting the needs of these
perverts.  My breasts continued to be sucked dry, and then they were abused
by sharp teeth which grated and gnawed on my nipples, pulling and twisting
and contorting them.  This only drove me to new heights, and I came for a
forth time.

   I continued to service the three cocks violating my body as the two
guests working over my breasts reluctantly gave them up to let two waiting
guests have their turn.  I rode the two cocks that were ramming my cunt and
anus, feeling them rub against each other as they worked in unison to fill
my cavities.  I exploded in a series of orgasms that drained me but the men
were relentless.  When one came, he was immediately replaced by another. 
No matter how spent I was, I must continue to perform.

   "Oh yeah, fuck me.  Make me cum," I groaned in lust as the pummeling
continued. I was tired yet I kept coming as cock after cock rammed my cunt
and anus.

   Finally there were no more.  All had been satisfied by me.  I lay there
totally exhausted.

   The Marquis approached me with two eight inch dildos that not only
vibrated but rotated in several directions.  He put one up my cunt and the
other up my rectum.  A leather chastity belt held the dildos in place.

   "Stand up," he ordered.

   I immediately stood, and he activated the dildos.



   "Dance for your guests.  Squeeze your jugs.  Give everyone a mouthful."

   A chain was attached to my collar, and I was led around the room to
every guest.  With mouths open they waited to receive my milk as I squeezed
my breasts and shot milk into their mouths.  I looked extremely hot in my
five inch heels with my hips gyrating and my breasts swaying back and
forth. After I had delivered milk to all of the Marquis's guests, I was
taken over to a woman dressed in a business suit.  It was Maxine, the one
John was with earlier.

   She slapped me across the face.

   "You are pathetic!  Why do you degrade yourself like this?" she asked.

   I stood there not knowing what to say or do.  Did I have a choice? 
Could I simply chose not to do what I was told?  Was this woman serious?

   She slapped me across the face again only harder.

   "Don't you speak when spoken to?  Clasp your hands behind your head."

   I reluctantly obeyed.  I hated this bitch.  The vibrators continued to
grind away in my cunt and anus.  I was so hot, and this only confused me
and clouded my thinking.  She slapped me again almost throwing me
off-balance.  I had a hard time maintaining my balance on those five inch
heels.  My legs ached.  I really needed to rest.

   Maxine began to nibble on my ear.

   "Did you enjoy watching me give John a blowjob?" she whispered as she
stroked my breasts.

   Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered the events of yesterday.

   Then she slapped my left breast.  She then slapped my right breast.  My
breasts were already sore from the excessive amount of sucking and biting
they had received tonight.

   Her demeanor changed once again as she softly stroked my breasts and
traced her lips and tongue over the tops of my large abused breasts.

   "Did John ever stroke your tits like this," she taunted as she continued
to softly squeeze and knead my breasts.

   Then she suddenly changed once again as she again slapped my breasts as
she stared at me.

   I was growing weary.  I was exhausted from the night's activities and I
didn't know how much of this I could take.  I really wanted to hurt the
bitch badly, but I knew the Marquis would make me suffer if I didn't
anything to defend myself.  She continued to slap my breasts increasing the
force with each blow.  I could barely stand.  Several times I almost lost
my balance.

   "Poor baby.  Do those big fat tits hurt from all of the attention I'm
giving them," she chided me as she grabbed my nipples and squeezed them
viciously.  She kissed my neck and shoulder as she cruelly twisted my nubs
without mercy, filling me with mixed feelings of pain and desire.

   Finally the Marquis came over and said, "Take her to her chamber.  Strap
her in bed and leave the dildos running all night.  "

   Maxine protested.  "But I'm not done with her."

   "You're done for now, but, if you can persuade me, I might allow you to
have another session with her," said the Marquis in an even tone.

   "I would do anything for the chance to get her alone for one night," she
hissed as she looked at me with hatred in her eyes.



   The night was an exhausting one.  I get very little sleep.  Actually I
got no sleep.  My cunt and anus were two raw pieces of meat.  The dildos
continued to grind away throughout the night.  They just keep going and
going and going.  They must use Eveready batteries.  Before he wouldn't let
me cum.  Now, he wouldn't let me stop cuming.

   I was also a dirty mess.  I was sweaty and filled with cum of so many
men that had used me.  I desperately needed to bathe.  I could barely stand
how I reeked of sex.

   I don't know what was happening to me.  What was I becoming - a pervert?
This scared me.  If I were allowed to leave here now and return to my
former life, I don't think I could.  I have gone through too much.  My body
had been transformed.  I could never live a normal life and enjoy normal
sex with a man.  My cunt and my anus had been stretched beyond imaginable
limits.  It now took the warped and perverted mind of the Marquis to
fulfill me.  I was pathetic.  I was so ashamed of myself and what I had
become.

   The following morning I was allowed to take a long bath in warm water
which helped alleviate the soreness that wracked my poor tortured body.  I
reflected on the previous night and what my husband must be thinking right
now.  I hated him so much to think that he would put a price on my head.

   After soaking for an hour my wounds were attended to, and I was dressed
- leather wrist cuffs and collar, leather over the knee boots with five
inch heels.  What would it feel like to wear a dress again?  Then the
milking machine was brought in to drain the milk that has been produced
during the night.  I myself was amazed at the amount of milk I produced. 
The cups just fit over my areolas and sucked on my nipples drawing out the
precious milk.

   I was shocked when a tray was brought to my room for breakfast, and I
was allowed to use eating utensils.  It felt strange eating with a knife
and fork.  I almost forgot what it was like.  It's funny how we can take
such commonplace things for granted.  I don't know what this means.  I'm
suspicious.  I don't know why I'm being allowed to use silverware all of a
sudden.

   Then the Marquis entered.

   "Gwen, your performance last night was superb.  You acted like a wanton
bitch in heat.  I have never seen a slut take on as much cock as you did,
not to mention your outstanding performance with the seven dwarves.  You
were amazing and have proven to be a very valuable asset.  My guests were
intrigued and awed by your performance.

   "I had originally intended to sell you to an English gentleman for quite
a handsome profit.  He had made me an offer I originally couldn't refuse -
a vast amount of money.  He wanted to take you back to England for further
training.  He had marvelously devious plans for you.

   "But I have reconsidered and now will not sell you to him.  We have
reached a crossroads, Gwen.  You have a decision to make so listen
carefully.  Right now, if you want, I will release you to go back to your
former life.  My chauffeur will drive you back to your home today.  You can
forget that this ever happened.  You can put this all behind you.

   "Your other choice is to stay her in my mansion in servitude to me.  If
you decide to stay, everything will continue as it has.  I will continue to
degrade you, modify you, do anything I chose that pleases me.  You will
never be allowed to leave.  Also, if you choose to stay, you will never be
given an opportunity like this again.  The decision is yours."

   This was a trick.  It had to be.  There's no way the Marquis would just
let me go.

   "Well?" he asked.

   "Are you really giving me a choice, sir?" I asked.

   "Gwen, I always say what I mean.  This is not a game," he answered.

   He stood there silently waiting for me to respond.  This was my chance.
I could be free of him and his cruelty forever.  I could go back to my old
life which was much simpler although I wouldn't go back to John, that
bastard.  To think he sold me into this life of slavery.

   But look at me; look at what I have become.  My thoughts were constantly
plagued with lustful and depraved desires.  I had lost all my innocence. 
My body was not the same.  My pussy and rectum had been stretched beyond
belief.  I could never enjoy normal sex again with any man.  I had been
fucked and sodomized by dwarves.  I'd deep-throated black men, white men,
and dwarves.  My breasts which were huge before the Marquis kidnapped me
were now even larger producing vast amounts of milk.

   I couldn't go back, could I?  There was nothing back there for me.  I
don't know what I will become or how I will be transformed if I stay here
with the Marquis, but I know I really have no choice.  I have tasted of the
fruit of evil and crave more.  I was destined to lead a life of debauchery
and depravity under the evil hand of the Marquis.  I might soon regret this
decision, but my course was clear.

   I simply said, "I will stay, Sir."

   The Marquis smiled that evil smile and said, "It might have been better
for you if you had decided to leave, for under my continued tutelage you
may not survive.  I will do things to you that have never been done to any
human before.  You will suffer as no man, woman, or beast has suffered
before you.  Your body will be transformed."

   There is a long moment of silence as if he was giving me an opportunity
to reconsider.

   "Very well.  Then it is settled," he finally said.  "For the next week
you will rest.  Your body will be allowed to fully recover from the ordeals
of the past week.  Understand that I want you healthy not because I am
compassionate but because I need you at your best for what I have in store
for you.  Make no mistake; you exist to serve me and bring me pleasure. 
For one week you will not engage in intercourse.  You need to heal.

   "You will continue to be milked on schedule and will exercise by walking
two miles daily in specially designed sneakers that have a four inch arch -
much like walking in high heels but not harmful to your feet.  I have also
taken the liberty of assigning another chambermaid to you whose sole
responsibility is to milk you on schedule and tend to your breasts.  Be
warned, Claire, your new chambermaid, has a mean streak in her, but that's
what makes life interesting, isn't it?" he chuckled.

   "Enjoy this week of rest.  You'll need it for what lies ahead."