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The Misadventures of Gwen
Chapter 2
A mansion stands atop a hill in a desolate area. The grounds are well kept and surrounded by an eight foot high electrified iron fence. I am taken in through a back entrance and turned over to two women who are expecting me.
"You're late, Nick. We expected you over an hour ago," says one of the chambermaids.
"I know. Something came up and we were detained."
"My, my but she has big ones, and I see you've given them a lot of attention. Did you disinfect her nipples after piercing them?"
"No, I didn't have time. Just some alcohol."
"Well, at least this time you remembered to pierce them."
One of the chambermaids returns with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and swabs it all over my tits. My nipples sting and burn.
"Let's get her cleaned up. The Marquis's not going to appreciate what you've done to her nipples. How many times have you been told not to be so rough?"
I am taken to a large and luxurious bathroom where I am allowed to take a bath and soak.
"Rest well, my dear, you'll need it for what you're about to go through."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"You have been chosen."
"What do I mean I have been chosen? I was told my husband's life was in danger."
"Your husband isn't in any danger. You are. You probably will never see your husband again. You have been chosen."
I grow hysterical. I don't understand. I am confused. What does she mean, I have been chosen. Chosen for what? Is this some kind of joke?
"What have I been chosen for?” I ask.
"I shouldn't be talking to you. I can get into a great deal of trouble. The Marquis would not approve."
"Who is the Marquis?" I ask.
"The Marquis is very rich and powerful and always has his own way. When he sees a woman he likes, he makes her his own and does with her whatever he wills. He has chosen you, unfortunately, and he will torture you and degrade you and do whatever he chooses with you. When he is done with you, you will be given to the dogs."
I panic. A feeling of hopelessness fills me. I begin to cry uncontrollably.
"Don't cry. Do everything you are told to do and things may be different for you. Maybe he will be merciful and let you go.
I am tired, weary, horny, and in dire need of rest. I am led to a large bed chamber. I am told to lie down on my back. Then I am shackled to the bed - one arm and one leg to each bedpost. I fall off into a restless sleep as more ointment is applied to my sore and battered breasts. As I drift off to sleep, I think about the events of that day and the abuse I've suffered. Only this morning I was just a housewife who led a normal life devoted to one man, my husband Bill. That has all changed so quickly. Today I've been sodomized and forced to deep-throat another cruel and vicious overweight pig of a man. My dreams are nightmares of torture and degradation.
The next morning I am woken up at 6:00 AM . The same two chambermaids attend to me. I am again bathed and given a rub down which I find soothing and relaxing. Next I am fitted with a leather collar that has a D-ring attached to it. I am also fitted with leather wrist cuffs and over the knee boots with four inch heels that have their own D-rings. I wonder what they are for. Next a full head mask made of the finest leather is fitted to my head. There are two slits in the front of the mask - one for my nose and one for my mouth. The mask laces up the back and there is a D-ring attached to the top.
I feel strange. I am in total darkness and this frightens me. Also everything sounds muffled since my ears are totally covered by this head mask. I feel an impending sense of doom.
A chain is attached to the ring at the top of the mask. My arms are drawn up in back and both rings on my wrist cuffs are attached to the other end of this chain. If I drop my hands at all, my head is pulled further back. As it is, my head is drawn back in an uncomfortable position and there is no slack in the chain. My breasts jut out and are more vulnerable than ever. I am still horny and would love to cum. What am I becoming, a slut?
One of the chamber maids says, "You are finally ready to meet the Marquis except for those rings in your nipples. They must be removed. The Marquis says you are special."
The rings are taken out of my nipples. I am then led down a series of corridors and brought into a room and seated on a stool. I find it difficult getting used to walking on four inch heels. My toes point down almost like a ballerina. My calves are taunt.
The Marquis approaches. I can sense his presence but, of course, I cannot see him. I can feel his breath on my neck.
He takes each of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and begins to apply pressure. The pressure increases as he speaks to me.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Mrs. Donohue. May I call you Gwen? Of course, I can. I hope you have been treated well. I find your breasts fascinating," he whispers in my ear as he squeezes harder and twists my hard erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Your nipples are so long.”
Now we know why the rings were removed form my nipples. I was probably better off with them. My nipples are so sore, but I seem to be strangely aroused by the attention he is giving them.
"I hope you enjoy pain, my dear, because I enjoy inflicting it on young women like you." He then releases my hands. I move my neck trying to get some of the cramps out.
I hear everything in very muffled tones and the atmosphere is almost surreal. Is this really happening? The pain emanating from my tits tells me it is real.
"Well, enough talk. Let us begin your training and initiation into my little family."
He releases my nipples and then bends down and catches my right nipple between his teeth. He grates his teeth back and forth sending shooting pain throughout my tit. He releases my right nipple and performs the same act on my left nipple. I instinctively try to pull away, but this only adds to my agony. He releases my left nipple and laughs. My pussy is wet, and I'm really getting turned on. It's strange that such pain would get me horny. What's wrong with me?
"My dear, are you sensitive about your tits. Did you ever feel self-conscious because you have such gigantic mammaries? I think I'll make you my little cow. I'll make your tits even bigger than they are now. Oh, my dear, you're going to experience things you never thought were possible or imaginable. Mark my words."
He removes a leash from the side wall and attaches it to my collar. He then leads me across the room with me crawling on all fours like a dog to a low table and then makes me crawl up on it on my hands and knees.
An enema bag is then brought in and the tube is shoved up my ass and the valve is opened. Warm liquid flows and fills me. The bottle is emptied and a new one is attached. I feel as if I am going to burst. I begin to cramp. This is an outrage. I can't take any more. Finally the valve is closed, the tube is removed, and my ass is corked with a butt plug.
God, I feel full. My belly is distended and I look like I'm pregnant. Someone please help me. Where is my Prince Charming? Isn't there anyone who will come to my rescue? Bill, where are you? How much more of this can I bear! Oh, how I long for my soap operas. Oh, to go back to a simpler past.
"Get up on your knees and place your hands behind your head, Gwen, and don't lose a drop of that water. Do you understand? Also, spread your legs apart."
I scramble to get to my knees. Do I understand? Does he really expect me to answer with this hood covering my head? Suddenly my exposed breasts are smacked cruelly by a leather strap. Once, twice, three times across the nipples. Pain shoots through my tits.
"Do you understand? Acknowledge me!"
I quickly nod hoping to avert any further abuse.
"That's better. I demand total obedience. Now, put your hands behind your head and thrust out your tits"
Here I am sitting on my knees with a leather mask enveloping my whole head. My hands are behind my head, and my breasts are jutting out swaying pendulously on my chest fully exposed and begging to be abused. My stomach looks bloated and fat from the enema I am now holding in. My anus has a plug inserted to insure I lose none of the fluid. My stomach cramps are becoming worse. Just twenty-four hours ago I was minding my own business watching my favorite soap. What happened?
Well, enough reflecting. The Marquis approaches me with a rather large dildo that is two and a half inches in diameter, electrified, and covered with raised bumps. He inserts the end in to my cunt and begins to shove hard. I wriggle in pain as my cunt is being violated. After inserting four inches, he turns on the switch. It gyrates. He continues to shove it in my cunt - five inches, six, seven, eight inches. I took eight inches! I've never had eight inches in me. Bill is only five and a half inches long.
"My dear, you will be relieved of your enema when you come to a climax, and I will help you."
He walks to the wall and takes down a small whip that has many strands. He rears back and swings connecting with my left breast. I wince in pain. I instinctively pull back. The blows continue. First the left tit, then the right tit, then the left tit... I want to scream, but can't.
"My dear, when you cum, I will stop. Not until,” taunts the Marquis as he picks up a device and turns a knob on it. My cunt comes alive with searing pain as electricity courses through it.
My breasts are being beaten senseless. In the midst of all this bizarreness and pain, my juices start to flow from the electricity being administered to the walls of my vagina. Something snaps in my mind. I thrust my tits out to meet the blow of the whip. I would scream harder, harder, but I can't. The hood prevents me from speaking.
“Yes,” I think to myself, “Beat my tits. Hit those jugs. Show no mercy. Give me another jolt of electricity,” as I grind my hips to the flow. I feel as if I'm going to lose my mind. All of a sudden I can bear it no longer and I cum. Actually I have three orgasms in a row.
There is a puddle below me. I sit in it panting.
"Get her out of my sight," says the Marquis in disgust.
What's in store for poor Gwen? Stay tuned - more to come………
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