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The Misadventures of Gwen
Chapter 21
WARNING:
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Several days have past, and for the most part I have been left alone. My nipples are sensitive but I have physically recovered from the events of that day. I haven’t seen the Marquis and that’s a good thing. I’m too embarrassed to face him right now. I made such a fool of myself. My hair continues to grow at an accelerated rate. At least that’s one consolation for me.
My daily routine has returned to normal including the exercise program that has been set up for me. I find the morning walks are very arousing now that my clit is so much bigger. It’s still hard and throbs most of the time. It’s a constant reminder to me of my horniness. Sometimes I’m scared, knowing deep down inside that I will probably agree to just about anything to have an orgasm. I think about it all the time. I also have many fantasies where I’m the victim being used by others for their pleasure. That really turns me on. What’s happening to me? Why do I have these sick twisted visions?
Even my chambermaids are distant. They no longer take advantage of me like they did before. It’s because they’re always being monitored. The Marquis knows everything that goes on here, and they now realize that. I miss the attention they used to give me. I like it when they use me and make me do nasty things to them.
I’m told that the Marquis will see me today. I wonder if the filming of his movie will resume. What bizarre situation will he expose me to next? I get wet thinking about it.
After lunch and my
The events of that afternoon come back to me like a bad dream, filling me with shame and remorse for the poor choices I made. They continue to engage in light conversation, oblivious to my presence. I thought the Marquis might be glad to see me, but obviously he isn’t.
After some time, the Marquis looks up and sees me standing there. He walks over and greets me.
“Good afternoon, Gwen. Do you remember Grace?” he asks.
“Yes, sir,” I respond with no emotion in my voice.
“Grace received your written apology, but I thought that hearing it from you might be nice,” he says.
Again he continues to torment me. He knows I was perfectly justified to scream out, considering how she was hurting and abusing me. She was being nasty and malicious. There was no reason for what she did to me. Now, he wants to rub it in my face and make me apologize to her.
“You seem quiet, Gwen, is there a problem?”
“No, sir.”
“Good, then I’ll leave you with Grace for a few minutes while I get some things in order. I’ll be back shortly. Then we can put this little incident behind us and move forward.”
This isn’t happening. He’s not going to leave me alone with her, is he? There’s something about her I don’t like. Actually, there are a lot of things about her I don’t like. She’s a nasty old hag.
The Marquis leaves, and Grace walks over to me. I notice she has the small remote in her hand. Why would the Marquis give that to her!
She stands in front of me, looking me up and down. I try to avoid eye contact but I can’t help but notice her skin, so wrinkled and leathery. She looks like one of those survivors from a WW II concentration camp, emaciated, nothing but skin and bones.
“The Marquis said there was something you wanted to say to me,” Grace says.
“Yes, Ma’am, I’m sorry about what happened the other day,” I force out.
She stares at me as her boney finger traces a path between my cleavage. My skin crawls. I can’t help but grimace at her touch.
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all, Missy” she says with venom in her voice as her right hand draws into a fist, rears back, and delivers a surprisingly hard blow to my solar plexus. I double up in pain, surprised and totally caught off guard. As I bend over, holding my stomach, she grabs my breasts and squeezes them viciously.
“Aaaaaaaaggghhhh,” I scream, startled by her sudden cruelty.
“You’re out of position. Get back in position immediately. I don’t think the Marquis would appreciate your poor behavior.”
I painfully straighten up, spread my legs, and lock my hands behind my head. I’m filled with dread, standing here totally vulnerable to this old bitch whose only intent seems to be to make me miserable.
“That’s better, Missy. I thought we could start all over, but you seem to be harboring some ill will,” she whispers as she draws closer to me, reaching down and running her bony finger up and down my clit. “The other day I was just mesmerized by your clit. It is so large and hard. I never saw one that big before, and you screamed at me.”
“You flicked my clit,” I blurt out.
SMACK! SMACK! She slaps me across the right cheek and then does the same to the left, rocking me back and forth.
“Did I ask you to speak?” she asked.
“No, ma’am,” I respond.
“Don’t speak unless asked to,” she retorts with venom in her voice as she picks up the remote.
“I find this remote fascinating. I only have one for my TV. I never saw a remote that controls a person. You are a person, aren’t you? You don’t need to answer that. It was a joke. Let’s see what this button does,” she cackles as she pushes one of the buttons.
Suddenly my bra comes alive, massaging my breasts. The feeling is exquisite. Grace has an evil grin on her face as she once again runs her finger up and down my large, throbbing clit. It doesn’t take much for me to get highly excited. My pussy is already oozing.
“What a slut, you are,” she says as her tactics change. She takes her open hand and slaps my pussy. She continues to do this as the bra works on my highly sensitive breasts. I don’t care. I like that too. I can’t believe that this old bitch is getting me so excited.
“I bet you would like it, Missy, if I started to eat out that overheated pussy of yours?” she asks.
“Oh, yes,” I respond hopefully.
“Fat chance,” she says as she breaks out in laughter.
She then pushes a button on the remote and the bra ceases its wonderful massaging. I stand there panting, so hot and horny. I need to cum. She has worked me up to fever pitch in a relatively short period of time.
She pushes another button and the clasp on my bra releases. She then pulls the cups back, releases my large breasts, and takes the bra completely off.
She stands back, looking at my breasts as she licks her lips. I’m totally vulnerable, standing there with my hands locked behind my head and my breasts jutting out.
She takes my nipples and rolls them between her fingers. I whimper, knowing what she might do to me. She then takes her dentures out of her mouth, giving me a toothless grin. She reaches for my hair and yanks on it pulling my head back and forcing my breasts to thrust out. She then lowers her head, taking my left nipple in her mouth. She sucks on it teasing it with her tongue and gums. Then she takes it between her gums and tugs on it, pulling my breast out of shape as she continues to pull my hair. Pleasurable feelings are communicated to every part of my body as my clit aches and my pussy itches. I need something in my pussy. Anything!
She then does the same thing to my right nipple, getting me more and more excited with each passing moment.
She releases my hair and stands back looking at me.
“You are so fucking kinky,” she says.
My eyes well up with tears. What can I say?
“Look at those huge tits, the rings in your pussy, the stud in your tongue! Your mother would be ashamed! It’s a good thing you’re not my daughter!”
SMACK! SMACK! She then rears back and smacks my right breast on the side and then my left. My breasts sway to and fro on my chest, shaken by the force of the blows. She’s extremely strong for an old woman. The blows continue. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
My mind is in turmoil. I don’t know what to do. I’m helpless. Where is the Marquis?
“Down on your knees, slut!” she commands.
What choice do I have? I drop to my knees before her.
“Spread those legs wide. I want to see that nasty pussy of yours!”
I spread wide feeling totally humiliated.
She then picks up the remote and pushes several buttons. My clit and nipple rings come to life, sending wonderful waves of pleasure throughout my body. My clit throbs, taking on a life of its own. My pussy juices, as my labia flutters.
“If you continue like this, you won’t last much longer, and you know what happens next, don’t you, Missy.”
Oh God, no! I don’t want to be shocked again. Why doesn’t she leave me alone?
She raises her skirt revealing her ugly shriveled up pussy, the lips hanging there from years of use.
Holding up the remote, she says, “I’ll turn this off when I cum and not a minute sooner. So you better get busy. It’s in your best interests to make me cum before you do.”
The old bitch! She’s using me, and I have no choice but either eat her disgusting pussy or receive a 120 volt charge to my clit and nipples. And the worst part of it all is that the charges won’t stop until she cums.
I whimper and cry as I move my mouth forward towards her old smelly cunt, knowing I have no other choice.
“You better work fast, Missy. I don’t think you’re going to last much longer, and I want to feel that stud in your tongue all over my pussy and clit,” she snickers.
I frantically lick her wrinkled pussy lips and seek out her clit, hoping to get her off fast. My mouth is everywhere as I lick and suck and bury my tongue deep inside her. I’m so disgusted with myself, but what choice do I have. I move my right hand to her clit, but she stops me.
“No hands. Only your mouth, Missy,” she orders as she grabs me by the hair, manipulating my head by violent tugs.
I redouble my efforts as I use every trick I know to get her off, but I’m fighting a losing battle. I’m so close and know that I won’t last much long. The rings are doing a job on me and driving me closer and closer to that point of no return. Oh God, I’m so close as I drive my tongue up her pussy trying to push her over the edge. My head reels from the pungent smell emanating from her old shriveled up twat. She mashes her sloppy gash all over my face as I suck and lick. She grabs me by the hair with her bony hands, pushing me deeper and deeper against her groin.
But the battle is lost as I feel that intense throbbing emanate from my clit. I’m ready to explode when suddenly….
“Aaaaaaagggggghghhhhhh,” wave upon wave of electricity courses through my body. The pain is unbelievable as I fall over onto my back, shaking out of control. My breasts quiver on my chest, milk seeping out of my large, hard nipples as electricity flows through them.
“The pain won’t stop, Missy, until I cum,” she reminds me.
She sits on my face as I drive my tongue into her sloppy pussy. My body quivers involuntarily as shock after shock continues to violate my nervous system. I suck on her pussy lips and seek out her clit as my legs shake and my body flops around on the floor, filled with shock after agonizing shock.
“Oh, yessssssssssssssss,” she screams as she finally reaches a climax, frantically moving up and down on my face. She pushes down hard, cutting off my air supply, but thankfully the shocks have ceased. She enjoys the aftermath of her climax as she rubs her pussy all over my face and makes me clean her out thoroughly with my tongue.
She gets up and straightens out her skirt.
“Get up, Missy,” she orders.
I slowly rise still shaken by the shocks to my system. I must look a mess. I assume the position barely able to lock my hands behind my head. My breasts are still quivering.
Grace moves in close. I can smell her rancid breath. She squeezes my tits and works her way down to my nipples which she rolls between her thumb and forefinger.
“That was a pleasant surprise, Missy,” she whispers in my ear. “Too bad I can’t make you cum, too.”
She snickers as she puts my bra back on me leaving me once again highly aroused.
Just as my bra snaps back in place, the Marquis returns.
“Well, Grace, I hope Gwen was able to convey to you how sorry she is,” remarks the Marquis as he approaches me.
“Oh, yes, Marquis, she was quite the lady this time. Apology accepted,” Grace says as she walks to the door and leaves.
I was used again. Through no fault of my own, I once again find myself in a compromising position where I’m forced to engage in a disgusting act that I would never consider under any other circumstances. I hope he never finds out!
“Well, let’s get down to the reason why you’re hear today,” says the Marquis. “I’m not very happy with you, Gwen. You have a very poor attitude. Consider all that I have done for you?” He lets the question hang out there.
Oh sure, let’s look at what you have done for me. I was once a fairly well adjusted young woman who enjoyed the simply things in life – a walk in the park, a romantic dinner, cooking. Now, look at me. My mind is constantly plagued with one thing – cumming! You’ve turned me into a lust-crazed slut!
You’ve also turned me into a freak! You took from me my long beautiful hair which is now growing back no thanks to you. You enlarged my already large breasts. You made me a milker. You enlarged my nipples and clit that are now always extremely sensitive. You pierced my tongue, my labia, and the list goes on.
I no longer wear clothes. My outfits are a convenience for you. You make me engage in every manner of perverted activity for your amusement, and you make me like it!
“Well!” he says bringing me back to reality.
“Well what, sir?” I ask.
“Well, have you considered? Have you heard anything I’ve said?” he asks, growing more irritated.
“Oh, yes, sir,” I say.
“You have an air about you, Gwen. Even when you say ‘yes sir’ there’s a tone in your voice that conveys an arrogant attitude. Somehow I suspect I’m going to have to help you to realize that being humble is in your best interests,” he says.
“But I am grateful, sir,” I protest.
“Your response shows me that you are not, but, mark my words, you will be,” he says.
What does he want from me? I have complied with all his demands. What choice do I have?
“Your rudeness to Grace is a perfect example. As my property, you have no right to ever address anyone in my home in that manner. The lowest servant in my household is more worthy than you and deserves your respect and obedience. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I respond as meekly as possible. Something tells me I should not rile the Marquis right now even if I do feel that he’s being totally unfair. And the truth be known, it really doesn’t matter what I think, does it?
“I’m beginning to think that Maxine is right. I’ve been much too easy on you. Before we finish your movie, I think some training might be in order. As a matter of fact, Maxine is here now, and you will be at her disposal after being milked.”
Claire is summoned and I am dismissed. I don’t understand what has caused the Marquis to be so upset and irritated with me. I am the victim. I’m the one who is constantly duped. I’m the one who suffers for the amusement of others.
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After my milking, I am taken to Maxine. I was hoping I would have a reprieve from the bitch until after the filming was completed. No such luck.
Maxine is waiting for me and wastes no time. I stand before her in my subservient position while she inspects me.
“I love your hair!” she says as she runs her fingers through my long blonde tresses. “And I see you’re a natural blonde. Mmmmm, this gives you a whole new look.”
“Thank you, mistress.”
“Well, I heard you’ve had quite a time over the last week or so. You are a nasty little slut. I heard about some of the things you did to yourself. Did you really push a three inch needle into your nipple?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Nasty,” she taunts me as she removes my bra.
She inspects my nipples and then rubs them until they are hard.
“There doesn’t seem to be any damage, and they certainly are very responsive. As a matter of fact, I bet your pussy is dripping wet right now.”
Maxine then takes my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezes them hard. She keeps applying pressure to my nipples as she watches me grimace in pain. I don’t dare say anything for fear of making her angry.
“Do you like this, Gwen?” she asks.
“Yes, mistress,” I answer.
“If you like it then thank me, slut!”
“Thank you, mistress.”
“Thank you, what?”
“Thank you for squeezing my nipples, mistress,” I respond.
“That’s better,” she says as she releases them.
She then rubs my breasts, squeezing and kneading them.
“The Marquis isn’t very happy with you right now, Gwen. You might say you’re on his shit list. He
thinks you’re much too arrogant and wants me to knock you down a peg or two. I
must agree with him. You do need some intensive training in not only being
obedient but in having the proper attitude. So let’s begin.”
She leads me over to a corner of the room where a treadmill is set up.
“Get on,” Maxine orders. “You spend much too much time as a lady of leisure thinking about self-gratification rather than getting physically motivated. I would hardly call that leisurely workout you have every morning a real workout. Let’s put you through your paces and see what you can do,”
Maxine attaches my wrist cuffs to the bars on the side of the treadmill and then pushes a button setting it in motion. I find I can easily keep up even though I am wearing five inch heels. So far this is a piece of cake.
“We’re only getting warmed up, slut. I don’t want to wear you out all at once,” she taunts me.
After ten minutes at this pace I begin to tire. Maxine watches me intently, making rude comments as I walk.
“Let’s step it up a little. You’re much too comfortable at this level.”
She pushes a button and the treadmill speeds up. She pushes another button and the treadmill inclines a few degrees. Now, not only do I have to move faster, I have to walk on an incline. I have all I can do to keep up. I look in the mirror in front of me and see my tits bouncing up and down on my chest. I also start to sweat as a sheen covers my body. Walking in these heels is impossible.
“That’s better, slut. Remember, no pain, no gain. You just concentrate on keeping up with the treadmill rather than thinking about satisfying those nasty slutty urges of yours,” she continues to taunt me.
She again increases the speed of the treadmill. To make it even more difficult, she has a thirty inch riding crop that she starts to apply to me. She takes great delight in swatting my tits with it! They are her prime target. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
“Feel good, slut?”
“Yes, mistress,” I manage to reply. I’ll give her no satisfaction.
I’m tiring very quickly, and every bone in my body aches. To make matters worse, my breasts begin to leak milk as they bounce wildly on my chest.
“You’re working up quite a sweat, slut. That’s good for you. It’ll keep your mind off that nasty little pussy of yours.”
I can’t go on like this much longer. I can barely put one foot in front of the other. I’m losing my footing. Then suddenly the treadmill slows down. I’m moving now at a more manageable pace but Maxine increases the incline of the treadmill so that I’m walking uphill.
She moves around behind me and starts swatting my ass with her riding crop.
“Keep moving, slut. You can do it!”
I’m now panting heavily. My chest aches from the exertion. I’m sweating profusely. I’m feeling nothing but sheer exhaustion. The upward climb is getting unbearable. I don’t know how much of this I can take.
Maxine moves around to my side. She leans in, yanks my hair back, and kisses my neck, moving closer to my ear.
“Are you getting tired, baby?” she whispers.
“Oh God, yes. I’m exhausted,” I pant.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Oh, please, yes, mistress!”
Don’t worry. We’ll stop soon. You only have another 25 minutes to go,” she whispers in my ear as she nibbles on it.
No! No! I can’t do this for 25 more minutes. I’ll die. I’m exhausted already! I’m finding it difficult to breathe and my chest hurts. Tears escape from my eyes and flow down my cheeks.
“Don’t cry, baby. Maybe there’s another way. Do you really want to get off the treadmill?” she asks as she reaches down and seeks out my nipples.
“Oh, yes, mistress,” I beg.
“Well, maybe there’s a way.”
There’s a moment of silence as she pulls and tugs on my nipples, getting them rock hard. I find it harder and harder to breathe.
Maxine stands in front of me as I labor on the treadmill, watching me as if in deep thought.
“I think I’ve got it, baby?” Maxine asks as she runs the tip of her finger over my lips.
I look at her hopefully, gulping in large breaths of air as I continue to labor on the treadmill.
“I know someone who would love to fuck you up the ass, and he happens to be here right now. All you have to do is agree, and I can turn off the treadmill,” Maxine explains as she continues to run the tip of her finger over my lips and into my mouth.
“The decision is yours, baby,” she sweetly says. She steps up the speed of the treadmill. “You decide – the treadmill or some anal action.”
I hate the bitch. She stands there smirking at me! She knows there’s no decision to make. I can’t go another 25 minutes on this treadmill. I’ll drop from sheer exhaustion.
“Have you decided, baby?” she asks.
What choice do I have? I can’t continue on here any longer with these five inch hells. Besides I like anal sex. A good hard prick up my ass would feel good right about now. Obviously, the dumb bitch doesn’t know me very well.
“Yes, mistress, he can do it to me.”
“Do what to you?”
“He can put his thing up my butt.”
“Let’s call it what it really is, Gwen! Tell me what you want him to do to you.”
I hate her. She’s going to make me beg. Why doesn’t she just bring him in and get it over with. It’s not my decision to make. I have no choice.
“Gwen, I’m waiting. Either tell me what you want him to do to you, or I’ll simply leave until your 25 minutes on the treadmill is up! Don’t waste my time!” Maxine says, showing some irritation at my silence.
Alright, I’ll play her little game.
“He can fuck me up the ass. He can stick his goddamn prick up my rectum, Mistress.”
“So let me understand what you’re saying. You want this stranger to fuck your ass rather than you getting some good old fashioned exercise on the treadmill.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I manage to say as I begin to get cramps.
“Ask me, then.”
Oh God, I need to get off of this thing. I can’t take it any more.
“Please let your friend fuck my ass, Mistress.”
“Beg me, slut!”
Oh no, please don’t do this to me. Isn’t the act bad enough? Now I have to beg for it!
“Oh, Mistress, please let your friend take me up the ass.”
“Really, Gwen?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, I want his cock all the way up my ass,” I beg, wanting only to get off this treadmill.
“Well, if that’s what you really want, but remember it was your choice. Don’t blame me if you don’t like it. Your wish is granted.”
With that said she turns off the treadmill, and it returns to a horizontal position. I pant totally out of breath. I’m so exhausted. I need to rest.
“The Marquis said that if you agree, he wants it filmed for his movie. The film crew is waiting to record this momentous occasion. This should be quite an amazing sight.
I was feeling somewhat apprehensive. It’s almost as if Maxine is keeping something from me. I’ve been taken up the ass before. This is no big deal. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath as the doors suddenly open and the film crew enters with cameras and bright lights. They are followed by the Marquis himself who enters sporting a big grin.
Things then happen very quickly. I’m released from the treadmill and a chain is lowered and attached to my wrist cuffs. The chain is then raised, lifting my arms until I am standing on my toes. My breathing is labored as my sweaty breasts heave up and down on my chest.
The Marquis approaches.
“Well, Gwen, you are so predictable. I knew you would agree. I was watching from the other room. Of course, you know that everything up until now was filmed. For a minute there I thought you might not agree. What a disappointment that would have been,” says the Marquis.
Something is definitely amiss. What did I agree to? I try to recall everything that was said between me and Maxine. I agreed to let some stranger take me up the ass. That is all. Nothing else was said. Is he just trying to scare me? Is he playing mind games with me again?”
A large chair is positioned behind me. The chair is high, higher than a bar stool. It has a good sized leather seat and back. It strikes me as strange. This is not an average sized chair for an averaged sized person.
Maxine walks up to me and whispers in my ear, “Baby, you are one brave girl. But if anyone can do it, I know you can.”
She runs her hands up and down my body, lingering to squeeze my nipples, making them hard before traveling down to my pussy and playing with my clit. Then she moves behind me.
“Lower the chain,” she orders. “Spread your legs wide, Gwen. I want to make sure you’re well prepared.”
I spread my legs wide and any remaining slack in the chain is removed. Maxine slides her hand down my body and cups my ass. She then presses a finger loaded with K-Y jelly against my little anal opening. She pushes it in, forcing the tip through my sphincter and screwing it in up to the first joint, then the second, and finally all the way to the knuckle. A camera comes in for a close-up of Maxine in action.
"Nice, tight little asshole," Maxine whispers in my ear.
Maxine pumps her finger up and down inside my rectum. She then adds another finger and works two fingers deep inside me.
“Feel good, baby,” she whispers as she nibbles on my ear. “I want you well prepared. Let’s try something a little bigger.”
She barks out a command and one of the technicians brings her a large black dildo that has bumps and ridges all over it. It’s about eight inches long and rather thick.
“Mmmmmmmm, this should do nicely. It’s only two and a half inches in diameter, but it should loosen you up somewhat,” she whispers as she withdraws her fingers and presses the head of the well-lubricated dildo against my anus.
Oh my God, she’s pushing that huge dildo up my ass. I feel so full as my sphincter muscle tightly grips that two and a half inch monster. She works slowly inching the dildo further into my rectum. As she does this, she nibbles on my ear and neck. Her other hand roams, squeezing my breasts, my ass, and teasing my hard aching clit.
“You’ll thank me later, baby.”
In spite of the pure exhaustion I feel, the slut takes over in me, and I find myself getting aroused by the black intruder invading my ass. I gyrate my hips making it easier for Maxine to push her black monster up my rectum. I feel so full.
“Getting hot, aren’t you, baby?” she asks.
“Oh yes, Mistress,” I respond.
Maxine continues to manipulate my body, further arousing me as the black ribbed dildo inches its way up my rectum. She grabs my hair, forcing my head back and making my breasts stick out from my chest. My ass clamps down on the back invader. The cameras continue to film all that is happening to me.
After some time Maxine has managed to bury the dildo completely up my ass. She then works it in and out, stretching my rectum to receive the intruder more readily. She concentrates on my breasts which are now filled, ready to be milked. My poor neglected clit twitches, yearning for some attention.
Maxine steps back leaving the dildo buried in me. I stand there with my legs spread wide, my arms stretched overhead by the chains, aroused by Maxine’s manipulation of my body.
Looking straight ahead, the door to the room suddenly opens. My eyes open wide, my mouth drops open, and I try to scream but nothing comes out. I’m in shock. I can’t believe my eyes. This must be a nightmare. This can’t really be happening.
Maxine walks in front of be and fondles my breasts.
“What’s the matter, baby? You said this is what you wanted. You begged for it. This is the choice you made.”
“You deceived me,” I cry.
Maxine slaps me hard across the face.
“I did no such thing. You didn’t want to exercise on the treadmill any more. You’ll have to live with your decision.”
Maxine walks over to the Marquis.
The figure in the doorway steps forward. He must be at least seven feet tall. He’s huge. He’s all muscle and a giant. I’ve never seen anyone this huge in my life. He wears only a towel wrap around his waist, hiding that part of himself that will soon attempt to fuck me in the ass.
As a child I loved “Jack and the Beanstalk,” but I never knew I would be face to face with the giant of my childhood. He’s bigger than the incredible Hulk!
I’m on emotional overload. I’m presently highly aroused with that black dildo penetrating my ass, my nipples and clit are rock hard, but at the same time I’m totally exhausted. My legs ache from the workout on the treadmill and the position I now have to maintain. My chest heaves more from the shock of seeing this monster rather than the exertion suffered on the treadmill.
He stands there ogling me while he licks his lips. I feel so self-conscious and definitely at a disadvantage.
“She’s beautiful,” he grunts as drool escapes from his lips and runs down his chin..
I’m immediately repulsed by his reaction. The lustful look in his eyes tells me worlds. And now his towel wrap begins to tent.
Maxine walks over to him. She pulls the tie holding his wrap in place. The towel drops from his groin, and I scream.
His cock is huge. He’s so big. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I didn’t know what I was agreeing to. This isn’t fair. He’ll rip me to shreds.
“Well, Gwen, there’s good news and there’s bad news,” Maxine says as she plays to the cameras. I can tell she is enjoying every minute of this.
“The good news is that Bernard is only nine inches long. You should be able to handle that easily. The bad news is that Bernard has a four inch diameter. You’re going to have to stretch quite a bit to accommodate this monster. We’ll just have to be careful he doesn’t rip you a new asshole.”
Oh no, this is the end for me. I’ll never survive that giant cock. He’ll rip me apart. There’s no way!
I lose control and cry uncontrollably. I can’t take any more. I can’t go on.
Maxine walks up to me and takes my head in her hands. She then gently kisses my cheeks.
“Don’t cry, baby. I know I’ve been hard on you, but it’s for your own good. I won’t let anything happen to you. You’ll make it through this just find. Do what I say and everything will be alright,” Maxine consoles me, showing genuine concern for the first time.
This has a calming effect on me. I really have no choice but to trust her. Maybe she’s not so bad after all.
“Do I have to do this,” I stammer.
“Yes, baby, the decision was yours. One way or another, you have to take his cock up your ass. The human body is very resilient. Just do as I say. Try to relax,” she encourages me.
The giant, Bernard, now drooling as he gawks at me, is directed to sit in the chair behind me. Now I know why the chair is so big. A regular chair wouldn’t accommodate this ogre.
Then I feel the chains move as I am lifted up off my feet. Maxine pulls the dildo from my ass leaving my anus gaping wide open. She guides me back so that my legs are straddling Bernard’s legs. Then I am lowered until the tip of his monster cock rests on the opening to my rectum.
A deep groan comes forth from behind me as contact is made. Evidently Bernard likes the feel of my ass on his sensitive cockhead.
“OK, baby, you are in control. There’s a little slack in your chain which will allow his cock to begin penetrating you. He’ll do nothing.”
“He’s going to rip me apart,” I stammer.
“No, he won’t, not if you listen to me. Just do as I say. Try to relax. Take it easy,” Maxine encourages me as she kisses my lips, driving her tongue into my mouth.
My arms attached to the chain above support all my weight except for the tip of his cock pressing against my rectum. My legs dangle on either side of this human freak unable to touch the floor below. His hands reach around and grab my breasts, squeezing them roughly. He grunts as he takes liberties with my body.
I try to relax, knowing that if I remain tense, I’m only going to hurt myself.
“That’s good, baby. Relax,” continues Maxine as she drives her tongue deeper in my mouth.
His huge cockhead is stretching me as I feel my sphincter muscle giving under the force of gravity. I have no where to go but down. I groan feeling myself being stretched beyond anything humanly possible.
Five minutes pass… ten minutes.
My arms are stretched taunt. There is no slack in the chain.
“Nice, baby. His cockhead is all the way in. I knew you could do it. You’re now stretched four inches wide,” Maxine says as she continues to kiss me. “This has never been done before. Bernard’s cock has never felt the warmth and tightness of a pussy let alone someone’s ass. You’re making history here today.”
Great! This is not the kind of history I want to make. I feel so full. Between Maxine’s kisses and the giant’s manipulating of my tits, I find myself getting aroused. I can picture the large cock violating my ass. Strangely this is exciting me.
The chain is lowered about an inch and once more I feel pressure on my rectum as all of my weight is centered on that tiny opening. I tremble as I feel the pressure build. I pull up on the chains trying to relieve the pressure on my rectum. I fear being ripped apart.
The giant continues to maul my breasts, pulling on my long nipples, further arousing me in spite of my feelings of disgust for him. He slobbers all over my shoulders and back with his feeble attempts to kiss me. Maxine continues to encourage me as his cock very slowly gains entry to my rectum.
I feel like I’m being split in half. The pressure is immense. Two inches of this monster cock is now up my rectum. If only I could stop now. Haven’t I proven that I can take him? Do I really have to take all eight inches?
“Please stop it now, Maxine. I’ve taken two inches. Isn’t that enough,” I beg, knowing what her answer will be.
“Oh, no, baby, the Marquis would be so disappointed. You don’t want to do that, do you?” she encourages me as she gestures for the chains to be lowered another inch.
I feel the slack in the chain and at the same time feel the pressure in my rectum as Bernard’s huge cock seeks to rip me apart. The pain is excruciating, and I find I’m still sweating profusely from trying to pull up on the chains so that his huge phallus doesn’t enter me too quickly. Bernard is grunting behind me as he now squeezes my tits forcing milk to leak out. I’m well past my milking time and soon my milk will be flowing freely.
The cameras keep filming my violation, and now a large mirror is brought in and placed around ten feet in front of me. The scene I see in the mirror is shocking. I can’t believe that it’s my image reflecting back at me – an image of a large breasted wanton bitch in heat, chains hanging from piercings in the vagina, a pained, lustful look in her eyes, dressed only in red over the knee boots. Worse than that is the giant that she sits upon with her ass being stretched beyond belief by a telephone pole sized cock.
Strangely, the sight of myself in the mirror is arousing.
“Wonderful, baby, three inches in and only five more to go. You can do it!” Maxine encourages me as she nods and the chain slackens another inch.
“Mmmmmmm, ass real tight,” moans Bernard. Obviously he’s enjoying my violation.
I feel the pressure once again increase on my rectum as my full weight rests on his large cock slowly stretching my poor rectum beyond any imaginable limits. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe something like this was possible.
Milk now freely flows from my engorged breasts as the giant continues to squeeze them. Maxine moves down licking my breasts and taking in my sweet nectar. She latches on to one of my long hard nipples and sucks hard, drawing my milk into her mouth and down her throat.
“Mmmmm, that tastes so good, baby. Oh yes you have four inches in. You’re halfway there. You might want to move up and down his shaft and get use to his girth. That will make it easier for you to take in the remaining four inches. Just pull up on the chains and raise yourself up and down,” Maxine encourages me.
I listen to Maxine who has been so nice to me. I raise myself off of his mammoth cock and lower myself. I continue to do this, rising up a little more with each attempt. I groan loudly feeling pain from the obscene stretching of my rectum, but at the same time feeling my clit beginning to throb again. Could it be that I’m adjusting to this anal intruder?
“Mmmmmm, fuck cock. I like,” moans the giant behind me.
“That’s enough, baby, don’t wear yourself out! You still have a long ways to go,” Maxine whispers in my ear as she kisses and swirls her tongue around it. “You look so fucking hot.”
The chain is lowered another inch, and I again feel that unbearable pressure on my rectum. It’s like sitting on top of a giant pole with nowhere to go. I groan in agony as new territory is being invaded. The impossible girth of his phallus insistently pushes upward, parting and stretching my abused rectum.
The tautness of the chain tells me that the invasion of another inch of new territory has been achieved. Maxine keeps busy lapping the milk dripping off my tits and playing with my pussy. She strokes and squeezes my clit, sending mixed signals throughout my system.
Maxine nods and the chain is again lowered. It feels like there is more slack in the chain this time, and I soon find out I’m right. The chain has been lowered two inches, and I fight to pull up so that his fucking mammoth cock doesn’t rip into me. The penetration needs to be slow if I’m to survive this. I know my well being depends on my resolve. My arms ache as I pull upward trying to slow down the impalement by his cock.
Maxine isn’t helping me out too much as she runs her tongue around my clit. I can’t hold on any longer as my arms give out, and I drop the two inches onto the giant’s thick fuck pole. I let out a groan of agony as new territory is stretched to the limit. Maxine kisses her way up my body/
“Seven inches – you have seven inches buried up your ass, baby. You’re almost there, and to think this has never happened before. This big oaf has never had that giant dick of his buried anywhere but in his hand. Only one inch to go,” whispers Maxine.
I can’t believe that I have seven inches of that monster buried up my ass. I look in the mirror and I see this huge piece of meat the width of a slab of bologna sticking out of my ass. Everything seems so surreal as if it’s happening to someone else. This can’t be happening to me.
The chain is lowered and I know the end is near. Only one more inch to go, and the giant’s mammoth phallus will have totally penetrated my rectum, stretching it beyond belief. The familiar pressure on the rectum is there, but I have no strength to pull myself up as the last inch settles in and is buried up my once tight ass.
I can feel his pubic hair against my ass cheeks as he grunts and groans obviously enjoying himself.
“Good baby, you did it. That’s wonderful. Your ass is stretched beyond belief but I knew you could do it! Now ride that fucking cock. Move up and down on it. You have to make the behemoth cum. I know you can do it,” Maxine says as she lifts me up under my arms and drops me back down on his shaft.
Wooden crates are brought in and placed under my feet so I can lift myself up and down with my legs. I no longer have to depend on my limp arms which are still suspended by the chain in the ceiling.
I grunt and groan as I slowly raise and lower myself on his phallus. My rectal walls cling to his giant cock with every stroke in and out. Bernard is passive and only grunts and groans as I fuck myself on his pole. I’m the perpetrator of my own violation.
Maxine is now on her knees. She removes the chains from my pussy rings and puts them aside. She takes a long, thin tube attached to a cylinder and pushes it gently up my pussy. I look at her questioningly. She had been so nice to me. What is she doing now?
The tube slides deep up inside me. When it can go no further, she turns a knob and a warm liquid flows into my pussy. It feels good, and I’m so relieved that at least Maxine is being nice to me and trying to ease my discomfort.
I continue to move up and down on the large phallus, and I find my rectum is getting use to the invader. The pain is dulling.
The liquid continues to flow into my pussy until it begins bubbling back out of me and around the hose. Maxine slides the hose in and out a little, twisting it around inside me. The liquid is very slippery and oily. Finally, she removes the tube.
‘You’re rectum is all full, baby, but your poor pussy has been neglected, hasn’t it,” Maxine whispers sweetly. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
I could now feel Maxine’s finger on my pussy wiggling into
me. Her finger pumps easily in and out,
slick from the mixture that has been pumped into me. As she looks me in the
eye, smiling sweetly, a second, a third, and then a fourth finger join the
first.
I grunt as I feel the pressure against my pussy lips increase. I look down at Maxine in disbelief.
“Why?” I groan as she continues working her four fingers into me.
“Why, baby, because I want you to be filled. Your pussy deserves attention too!” she laughs.
The woman is insane. Once again I have been deceived. How could I be tricked again? When will I ever learn?
I try to move away but I can’t. All I end up doing to stretching my rectum even more as Bernard’s giant log is still buried eight inches up my ass. The pressure now in both ends is unbearable. What is she trying to do? I really don’t need this. Oh my God, she can’t be trying to fit her whole hand into my pussy, can she? Maxine wouldn’t be that cruel, would she?
I look down at her pleadingly, looking for any sign of mercy in the woman, but I can see there is none.
Maxine’s small hand pushes harder, sliding through my pussy lips bit by bit until the widest part with her heel and thumb slides through. My outraged, stretched out pussy lips close slightly around her hand which is now buried in my pussy.
I look in the mirror and see the look of disbelief on my face. I also see the fear. What is to become of me?
I can feel her hand inside my pussy rubbing against the thin membrane between my pussy and rectum. My pussy lips grip tightly around Maxine’s small wrist as her hand slides in a slow circle inside of me. The pressure on my rectum is even greater now.
I groan in agony. I am so full. How much more can I take?
Now I can feel Maxine’s fingers slide into the heel of her hand, one by one, until her hand forms a fist. She slides her hand in deeper, shoving her fist deep into my belly as I sit impaled on Bernard’s mammoth cock.
My mouth is agape in disbelief. I can’t even make a sound. I look at Maxine pleadingly, hoping to find some sign of compassion, but there is none.
Maxine’s fist reaches the deepest part of my pussy. Her knuckles now are pressed tightly against my cervix. She begins twisting her hand around, moving it fully around one way and then back the other.
The double assault leaves me in agony.
“Get moving, baby, the viewers want their money’s worth. Ride that cock. I want you to move up and down the full length of that cock, giving Barnard the ride of his life. You ride him until he shoots his load up your ass, and to encourage you, my fist is going to help you out.”
With that Maxine moves her fist out the length of my pussy and then shoves it back in up against my cervix. I rise up off the monster dick all eight inches as her fist pounds my cervix. On her withdrawal I drop down impaling myself once again on his inhumane cock.
This continues as Bernard grunts and groans from the stimulation his phallus is receiving. My body is wracked with pain as I ride the monster cock and Maxine’s fist. I sweat profusely from the exertion and the hot lights that surround me. Cameras move in and record this carnage from every angle.
Maxine gives me a sly leer as she continues to work her fist in and out of my pussy, driving my ass up and down the anal intruder. Then her other hand reaches up and starts to rub my throbbing pulsing clit. Her fingers deftly manipulate my clit as she pumps her fist in and out of my tightly stretched pussy.
Oh fuck, don’t do this to me. I’m so confused. Pain and pleasure mix and become one. I close my eyes as the pleasure mounts in my belly. I can feel myself escalating towards a massive climax. Can this be? Am I able to have a climax with that telephone pole cock buried up my ass?
Maxine’s movements are steady and slow and relentless as her fist continues to slide deeply up my pussy tunnel. And now her tongue replaces her fingers on my clit as she flicks it back and forth and then takes my clit in her mouth and sucks hard.
I shiver with the pleasure coursing through my body and pound down even harder on the grotesquely fat cock buried up my ass. I can feel that cock begin to swell within me, and I know the giant, Bernard, is ready to unleash his massive load in me. A yell from behind me tells me I am right as torrents of hot sperm shoot into my rectum flooding my insides. His fucking cock shoots load after load of hot cum into me as I ride his cock and milk every last drop out of him.
I groan as my belly grows warm. I’m charged with excitement at the thought that the Marquis might be merciful for all that I have gone through today and let me cum. Oh yes, I’m so close. My clit is so sensitive and my nipples tingle as the giant squeezes them harder and pulls them from my body. Chills run up and down my spine as I build towards what I instinctively know will be a mind-blowing climax. I welcome it! I want this so badly. I dance up and down on the fist buried in my pussy and the enormous cock still hard and buried up my cum filled ass.
With bleary eyes I look in the mirror and see a good part of Maxine’s forearm buried in my pussy. I tremble, lustful thoughts seeping through my tired mind. I’m further aroused by the site that looks back at me.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Closer! Closer! Closer! I’ve never been this close without being charged with electricity! My nostrils flare as my mouth drops open. I push forward meeting Maxine’s fist. I jerk and shake madly. My body is going into convulsions as her hard little fist burns its way into my belly. He’s going to let me cum! I know it! He’s going to let me cu…
“AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH! NNGHH! NNNG! UUUUUHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH”
The electricity hits my nipples first and then my clit as pain sears throughout my body! Pure pain encompasses my forehead as I look in the mirror and see my tits dancing wildly on my chest, my whole body convulsing with the voltage flowing through it, and then there is darkness.
I first become aware when I feel the water flowing all around me. I open my eyes and see that I am in my own whirlpool. My body aches all over as my eyes focus, and I see the Marquis standing there with Monique and Evelyn close by. The last thing I remember is the electricity flowing through my body while impaled on that giant cock and Maxine’s fist pounding into me.
“Welcome back,” says the Marquis smiling down on me. “You put on quite a show.”
I moan. I wish I were dead. Right now, I feel like death warmed over.
“Dr. Shakiro has already examined you, and you’ll be glad to know there is no serious damage. You had some slight bleeding in your rectum but that is to be expected considering the size of the cock you took on. You will need bed rest and some time off, of course, as you well deserve.”
I don’t know what to say so I say nothing. I made it through this ordeal but in some ways I wish I hadn’t. I once again feel used, but most of all betrayed. I was taken in by Maxine’s feigned kindness only to be once more repaid with cruelty beyond belief. Plus the Marquis had this all set up, and sacrificed me for the element of surprise. No one is what they appear to be.
Physically I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same. I was
stretched beyond anything humanely possible, yet he says there’s no
damage. Will my ass be reduced to a
large gaping hole? Will it ever function normally again? Only time will tell.
Only time will tell. I’m so tired…..
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