The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 32

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   Chapter 32

   My "Cumming Out Party" was two weeks away.  The Marquis's words haunted

me as I tried to envision what he had in store for me.  I knew that with

him everything came at a price.  Nothing was free, and I feared that I

would pay dearly for any enjoyment I might experience that night.  He

talked of snakes and other beasts, and I wondered if he was serious and

would really follow through and allow a beast to fuck me in front of all of

his guests.  I had never been exposed to anything like that before, and I

had mixed feelings as I anticipated the night's festivities.

   He also mentioned preparing me for the big event, and I soon found out

what he meant by that.  After leaving the Marquis, I returned to my

quarters.  After bathing, Dom arrived with the portable milking machine.

   "The Marquis is changing your milking schedule, Gwen.  Instead of being

milked every eight hours, you will, until further notice, be milked every

four hours in order to increase your milk production.  I imagine your

nectar will be in great demand, and the Marquis intends to provide his

guests with a bountiful supply," Dom explained.

   "What about nights?" I asked.

   "I will wake you for a 3:00 AM milking and then return again for a 7:00

AM milking.  You will be milked every four hours until the Marquis directs

me otherwise," Dom said.

   Doubling my milkings seemed somewhat drastic to me.  What effect would

it have on my body?  My tits would certainly increase in size if it

continued for a prolonged period of time, and I imagined my nipples would

be much more sensitive than they already were.

   She then produced a two and a half inch dildo that was about eight

inches long.

   "Spread your legs, Gwen.  I need to insert this in you," Dom ordered.

"It is to remain in your cunt at all times.  This dildo is two and a half

inches in diameter.  Tomorrow it will be replaced with a three inch dildo.

The diameter will be increased half an inch every day until you can

accommodate five inches."

   "But why, Dom?  I'm already horny all of the time, how can I cope with a

dildo stuffed up my cunt all day," I complained.  "And why is my pussy

being stretched so wide?"

   "I'm just following the Marquis's orders.  It's not for you or me to

question what he does.  If you have a complaint, then you can take it up

with him," she said curtly.  "Obviously, he has a reason for wanting your

cunt stretched.  Don't be so blonde and try using your imagination."

   I knew better than to pursue this any further.  The event that I had so

long anticipated now filled me with a sense of dread and foreboding.  What

was the Marquis up to?  Why was he stretching my pussy to such extremes?

Maybe I answered my own question.  After all, the videos I made were

extreme.  They were certainly not your run-of -the-mill fuck me suck me

flicks.  In order to demand the huge sums of money that he received from

his clients, he needed to provide extreme and deviant sexual acts, and they

always wanted more.  They wanted the ante upped with sexual acts that were

more and more extreme and perverse.

   Now, he was inviting all of these perverts to a special gathering that

would feature me.  They would expect more of the same kind of sex that was

filmed in my videos.  It looked as if the Marquis planned on delivering,

and he planned to push me to new levels of degradation in order to satisfy

his guests.  It stands to reason that he had to give them what they wanted

in order to keep them coming back for more and paying the huge sums he

demanded for his videos.

   The two weeks passed quickly and soon it was Friday, the day of the big

event.  I was in a certain amount of discomfort when the five inch dildo

was forced into my cunt earlier in the week, but my body was adjusting, and

I took all eight inches of the damn thing.  It was strapped in place and my

juices soon lubricated it.  My poor pussy was being stretched beyond

belief, and, in spite of what he was doing to me, I was still aroused.

   I had been shocked several times as my pussy adjusted to the foreign

intruders, stretching my cunt to new limits that I never thought were even

possible.  Now, my cunt was nothing more than a large gaping hole that

would probably never satisfy any normal man again.  My tits were also

heavier from the increased milk production.  I felt like a cow.  It seemed

as if I was spending all of my time being milked.  I was hornier than ever

since I still was not allowed an orgasm.  Between the large dildoes

constantly stimulating my cunt and my highly sensitive nipples, the shocks

to my system had increased.  There were times where I was awoken in the

middle of the night as electrical shocks assaulted my nipples and sent me

into convulsions as my body tried to resist and grant me the orgasm that I

desperately needed.

   My nipples were constantly erect, my clit throbbed horribly, my labia

were swollen more than usual, and I dripped almost constantly, and this was

with no stimulation whatsoever.  To say I was primed for the night's

activities would be putting it mildly.  I would do anything to have an

orgasm, and I mean anything.  My mind was filled with lustful thoughts.  I

imagined myself in all kinds of bizarre situations.

   Late Friday afternoon I bathed under the supervision of Evelyn and

Monique.  They were very attentive and made sure that everything was done

according to the Marquis's instructions.  My hair was styled and my make-up

was applied before I was dressed for the evening's activities.  I didn't

even know what I would be wearing that evening.  I was relieved when I

found out that the five inch dildo would not be reinserted after my bath.

   My clit and labia chains were removed.  They had served their purpose,

and their removal was just another indication that my pussy would probably

be well used this evening.  I moaned as I thought of the possibilities.

   My attire for the evening was laid out on the bed, and I was quickly

dressed.  Everything was pure white.  I found it ironic that I would be

wearing white, a symbol of purity, for I was anything but pure.  I thought

the Marquis would have selected slut red instead.

   I had been perverted and corrupted to the point that I would never enjoy

normal sex again.  Normal sex didn't even appeal to me.  God, I hope none

of those videos I made ever get back to my parents.  If they knew what I

had become, it would kill them.  I was not the good little girl that they

loved and nurtured.  They didn't bring me into this world to end up being a

slut who loved being degraded and humiliated.

   Monique handed me a white garter belt, g-string, and a matching white

bra.  Of course, this was one of my custom bras that I wore every day

except that it was adorned with fine white lace.  Evelyn helped me put on

sheer white stockings that were attached to my garter belt.  I was

surprised when I stepped into the seven inch stiletto heels.  They were

impossible to walk in, and I doubted that I could stand for very long in

them.  I stood precariously as Monique and Evelyn helped me into a sheer

white floor length gown with a plunging neckline that revealed a great deal

of cleavage.

   I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that I looked stunning.  My

long blonde hair flowed halfway down my back.  As I looked at myself in the

mirror, I thought back to simpler times when life was less complicated.

   I was finally ready for the evening and the Marquis's guests.  Tonight I

would climax like a wanton slut.

   At 7:00 PM sharp the Marquis entered my chambers.  He was dressed in

formal attire - a black tux.  He eyed me up and down approvingly.

   "You look ravishing, Gwen," he complimented me.

   "Thank you, sir," I replied, relishing the compliment.

   "I hope you're up to the night's activities," he said.

   I looked at him somewhat concerned.  I didn't know if I was up to the

night's activities.  I honestly didn't know to what extremes he would go to

please his guests.  I didn't know how far he would go to keep them happy

and amused.  I didn't know how much I would be sacrificed to satisfy his

own perverted desires, but I would soon find out.

   As the Marquis escorted me to the first floor, we entered a part of the

mansion that I had never seen before.  We walked down a long marble

hallway. I was almost standing on my toes as the seven inch heels echoed on

the marble floor with every step I took.  My thighs were taut, and my huge

breasts bounced and shimmied seductively on my chest as I walked.  I could

feel them filling with milk.  I was due for a milking.  It was almost 7:00

PM and four hours had passed since my last milking.  My nipples were rock

hard as they rubbed against the inside of my bra with every step I took,

further arousing me.

   At the end of the hallway were two massive wooden doors adorned with

intricate carvings.  Reaching the end of the hallway, the Marquis stopped

and looked at me.

   "My dear, this truly will be a night that you will not soon forget," he

said.

   I didn't say anything.  I couldn't find my voice.  What could I say

anyway?  His words were like a double edged sword.

   The Marquis then took a white studded collar out of his pocket and

placed it around my neck.  He attached a leash to the collar before lightly

tapping on the large door.

   The doors immediately opened, and I stood there looking into a large

ballroom filled with the Marquis's guests who were obviously anxiously

awaiting my arrival.  I could hear them murmuring among themselves as he

led me by the leash several feet into the room.  They stared at me, and I

could see the lust in their eyes, both men and women alike, as they

devoured me.  They leered at me like vultures ready to attack their prey. I

wondered what thoughts were running through their minds at that very

moment. Were they thinking back to the disgusting acts I committed in my

videos?  Did they want to see me degraded even more here tonight?  Did they

want to commit acts unspeakable to me?

   I was filled with dread and apprehension, but at the same time my damn

body betrayed me as my clit tingled and itched, and my pussy was sopping

wet.  I was the center of attention.  I reveled in the ogling eyes as I

walked slowly toward the front of the room.

   "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.  I thank you for kindly accepting

my invitation and joining me tonight.  As you already know, this is Gwen,"

the Marquis said as he led me several feet further into the room.  "I know

many of you have awaited this evening with great expectations, and I

promise you that you won't be disappointed.

   I could see the smiles of approval on their faces as I surveyed the

room.

   A large round platform occupied the center of the room.  It had to be at

least 20 feet in diameter.  The Marquis's guests occupied tables that

surrounded the platform, and they were all cleverly seated so that each and

every guest had a clear view of the platform.  The whole arrangement seemed

to be designed for the maximum comfort and enjoyment of the Marquis's

guests.

   The tables were eloquently appointed with fine white linen tablecloths

and napkins, fine china and silverware, and vintage wines that were sure to

please the most discerning taste.  I could see that many of them had

already indulged themselves as empty bottles of wine and liquor were taken

away only to be replaced with new bottles.

   The Marquis led me by the leash slowly around the room from table to

table so that his guests could get a better look at me.

   "Take her bra off.  We want to see her tits," said one of the men who

was in the process of pouring himself another glass of wine.

   "All in good time, my friend," the Marquis answered amicably.

   "Those fucking tits are huge!" exclaimed another.

   "Yeah, I can't wait to get my hands on them," said another.

   The rude and demeaning comments continued as he slowly led me from table

to table.  I had expected a more educated and refined group of people, but

they all seemed to be crude and rough around the edges.  My very presence

was flaming the lust that was already raging in this odd gathering of

perverts.  I knew this was intentional.  He was priming them.  He was

setting them up for what was to come, and here I thought this was a

gathering to honor me.  What a fool I was!

   After displaying me before every one of his guests, he led me up onto

the raised platform in the middle of the room.  All eyes were on me.  It

was only then that I realized that the platform was slowing revolving.  Its

movement was almost imperceptible, but it was steadily rotating.  How

clever of the Marquis and how considerate he was of his guests.  No one in

the ballroom had a bad seat for the platform continuously revolved giving

every table an equal opportunity to observe the events that were about to

take place.

   I stood there on the platform, knowing that they wanted me.  The only

thing that held them back was the Marquis and his arsenal of bodyguards

that lurked in the shadows around the perimeter of the room.

   "Alright Gwen, assume the position.  Lock your hands behind your head

and spread your legs," ordered the Marquis.

   I immediately obeyed, knowing that any hesitation on my part would not

bode well for me.

   "Doesn't Gwen look lovely dressed in white," the Marquis asked the

audience.

   Mummers of approval could be heard from the tables.

   Whispering again broke out among the guests as my body was on display

for them to lust over.  The Marquis reached around and cupped my large

tits. A moan escaped my lips as chills ran up and down my spine at his

touch.  He was not ready to expose my body to their lurid stares.  He

wanted them to anticipate my treasures which for the time being remained

somewhat hidden from their hungry eyes.

   "However, maybe we should get rid of her dress," suggested the Marquis.

   "Strip the bitch naked!" shouted one of the men at a table directly in

front of the platform.

   "Yeah, we want to see those tits," yelled another.  Others nodded and

voiced approval.

   The Marquis smiled and took all of these outbursts in good stride.  He

knew he had the upper hand and had everything under control.  Well, at

least I hoped he had everything under control.  If anyone became too bold

or rowdy, he would use that individual as an example and have him removed.

   The Marquis stood behind me and kissed my neck.  My knees went weak as

his warm lips traveled across my shoulder arousing me.  At the same time he

unzipped the sheer gown which left very little to the imagination.

   "Lower your arms, Gwen," he ordered.

   He then slipped the gown off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

I stepped out of it and again assumed the position now only clad in my bra,

g-string, garter belt, white stockings, and seven inch stiletto heels.

   Gasps could be heard from around the room as I stood there before them.

They wanted me.  I could see their lust filled eyes as they devoured my

body.  My g-string was soaked.

   "Isn't our Gwen beautiful, my friends," the Marquis stated as he reached

around in front of me and ran his index finger up and down my cleavage.

   I groaned.  I was unable to help myself.  Every nerve in my body was

sensitive and any touch at all ignited the fires that were burning within

me.  God how I wanted to cum!

   "Tell your guests, what you are, Gwen!" ordered the Marquis.

   I knew what he wanted me to say, and, after all, that's what I had

become.  That's what I was.

   "I'm a slut," I whispered.

   He smacked my right tit viciously, smacking it into my left tit.  The

weight of my tits, now filled with milk, caused them to shake and shimmy

only restrained and protected by my bra.

   "They can't hear you," he hissed in my ear.

   "I'm a slut!" I said loudly, finding my voice.

   "That's much better!  Please remember that you have many admirers here

that want to hear what you have to say.  This is their chance to get to

know you better, up close and personal," he chuckled.

   "Yes, sir, I'm sorry," I said.

   "Now, Gwen, all young people have goals and aspirations.  Tell your

guests what your goals are in life," the Marquis said.

   "I just want to cum," I replied.

   "You mean to tell me that the only desire you have in life is to cum?"

he asked.

   "Yes, sir," I said.

   "And what will you do to attain your goal, Gwen?" he asked.

   "Whatever you want me to do, sir," I said, knowing that what I was

saying was the truth.  I was in such a state that I would do just about

anything to have a climax, and in some ways this scared me.

   The audience was mesmerized.  I was probably every man's wet dream come

true.

   "Well, ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, Gwen is truly a slut.  The

videos that you have already seen and purchased reveal just how much of a

slut she really is.  She wasn't acting.  When she mounted that old dead

man's cock, she did it willingly and of her own free will.  She could have

walked out, but she didn't."

   I hung my head in shame at the thought of what I did to that old man.

   The guests began to clap.  They loved what they were hearing.  They

thoroughly enjoyed the verbal abuse I was receiving.  Everything seemed so

surreal.  Was this really happening before all of these people?

   "So, Gwen, let me make sure I heard you correctly.  You will do

anything?" he asked.

   "Yes, sir, anything," I said as the fires burned hotter and consumed me.

My clit itched and was in need of attention.  The more the Marquis verbally

abused me, the more aroused I became.

   A server walked up to the Marquis and handed him a cordial glass.

   "To begin tonight's activities, let us drink a toast to Gwen, the slut,"

said the Marquis.  "Before you is a special blend of Disaronno Amaretto and

Gwen's milk.  Raise your glasses with me now and savor this fine blend as

Gwen prepares to explore new territory."

   All the guests raised their glasses and sipped the fine blend.  Many of

the guests finished their drink and asked for more.  My milk would be in

great demand this evening.

   "At that moment, the doors in the back of the room burst open.

   "What's going on here, and why wasn't I invited?" shouted a woman from

the doorway.

   I recognized that voice.  I had heard it before, but the room was so

poorly lit that I couldn't put a face to the voice.  I saw her move forward

and finally out of the shadows, and I could see she had a dog with her.  It

was one of the Marquis's Great Danes, and then I knew who it was.  I was

filled with dread.  Oh God, not her.  Why did she have to be here tonight?

Anyone else but her!

   "Good evening, Marquis.  I found Sam running loose in the hallway and

thought you would want to know.  Then I heard all the commotion in here and

thought I better check it out.  I'm sorry I did now," Grace said as she

eyed me disdainfully.

   "Thank you so much, Grace.  Sam must have gotten away from the trainer.

I'll have to speak to him.  Of course, you know Gwen," the Marquis said.

   "Yes, I know the slut.  Well, Missy, I see you're the main attraction

tonight," she hissed.

   I refused to say anything.  I hated the old hag.  She caused me nothing

but trouble from the first day I met her.

   "Gwen, you're being rude.  Is that any way to treat Grace?  Haven't you

learned your lesson yet?" asked the Marquis.

   "I'm so sorry, sir.  Good evening, Grace.  It's so nice to see you

again," I replied sweetly.

   "Yes, I can imagine you are glad to see me, Missy," she said as she

walked around me, looking me up and down.  "Why on earth is the slut

dressed in white?  A nasty slut like her should wear red.  God, she's not a

virgin."

   "Frankly, it was my idea.  I thought it would be a nice touch.  She's

far from pure and innocent as all of us are well aware, but I think by the

end of the evening she may be even less innocent then she was before the

evening began," smiled the Marquis.  "But, Grace, you are absolutely

correct.  Maybe it's time for her remaining attire to be removed.  My

guests have waited long enough to see their heroine totally exposed."

   Applause and shouts of approval went up from the guests seated all

around the room.  All eyes were riveted on me.

   "Would you like to assist in undressing Gwen?" he asked.

   "You just leave it to me, Mr.  de Sade.  I'll get her out of those

things," said Grace.  "Damn girl shouldn't be wearing white anyway."

   With a smile on his face, the Marquis left the platform and sat at one

of the tables.  A waiter immediately served him another glass of his

special blend.  Somehow I had the feeling that Grace's appearance here

tonight wasn't a coincidence.

   "White!  You don't deserve to wear white, you slut!  I bet that nasty

cunt of yours is a sloppy mess!" she said.

   She then undid the stays holding my stockings up and roughly pushed them

down my legs.

   "Now, get those damn things off!" she ordered.

   I was quick to obey as I removed my seven inch heels and removed the

sheer white stockings.  Grace threw the stockings into her handbag while I

started to put my heels back on.

   "Stop!  You're not going to wear those damn heels.  They're white.  You

can wear these instead," she said as she produced a pair of red stilettos

from her handbag.

   I put on the shoes but something was wrong.  They arched my feet even

more than the seven inch heels.  I was literally standing on my toes.

There must be a mistake.

   "Oh, don't look so concerned, Missy.  I couldn't find any seven inch

heels so I had to settle for seven and a half inches.  Not really much of a

difference, but I'm sure they're a little more uncomfortable than what you

were wearing," she cackled.

   I really hated the old bitch.  She took too much pleasure in causing me

pain, and she was doing it on my night.  The night I looked forward to for

so long.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  Why was she doing this to me?  Why

did she hate me so much?

   "Now spread those legs wide and get back in position.  I want you to

thrust those tits out so all these nice people can get a good look at them

when I take that ugly white bra off."

   I clasped my hands behind my head which arched my back and forced my

milk bloated tits forward for all to feast their greedy eyes on.  My tits

ached terribly.  I desperately needed to be milked.

   "That's better.  Now we'll get rid of that garter belt and that

g-string," she hissed.

   Before I knew it she slashed though the garter belt and g-string with a

small knife.  They fell to the floor, leaving me naked except for the bra

that still encased my tits.  She quickly picked them up and spent some time

examining my g-string.

   "This thing is soaked, Missy.  That nasty cunt of yours is leaking like

a faucet," she exclaimed.  "Someone really needs to invent another word to

describe you.  I mean, you're much worse then a slut or a whore or a

nympho. Why, you're in a class of your own!"

   The crowd voiced their approval as she taunted me, but there was no

denying that my pussy was throbbing and my clit was ready to explode.

   "Sit, Sam!" Grace ordered.

   The Great Dane, who stood quietly on stage all of this time, sat

directly in front of me with his snout less than an inch from my pussy.  I

could feel his hot breath on my clit and pussy lips as he sat there

panting.

   Grace stood behind me and reached around to grasp my tits.  Oh God, how

they ached.  They were so full of milk that I thought I was going to burst.

I knew my nipples were leaking milk for wet spots were forming on my bra.

   "My, these seem much bigger than the last time I saw you.  Your udders

were big back then, but now they're humongous.  You really are a cow,

Missy," she hissed.  "Tell all your friends what you are!"

   More tears welled up in my eyes.  I thought I would be treated like a

queen by these people.  They lusted after me.  They loved my videos, but

now Grace was demeaning me in their very presence.  As I looked out at the

audience they smiled and chuckled.  They loved what Grace was doing to me.

They reveled in my humiliation.

   I was lost in thought when Grace viciously started to smack my tits,

sending them knocking into each other.

   "Aaaaaggggghhhhh, please don't!" I begged as tears flowed from my eyes.

   "Then tell your guests what you are?" she hissed.

   "I'm a cow!" I said.

   "Louder!" she demanded.

   "I'm a cow!" I shouted.

   "You're a dirty, nasty, milk cow!  Say it!" she hissed.

   "I'm a dirty, nasty, milk cow!" I screamed.

   Grace chuckled as she reached around in front of me and undid the clasp

on my bra.  She held the cups in place in order to tease the audience.

There was a silence in the room as all the guests sat on the edge of their

seats, waiting in anticipation.  They would see my tits for the first time

in the flesh.

   "Yes, all eyes are on you, Missy.  All these perverts want to see your

milk laden tits," she whispered in my ear.  "You better hope and prayer

that the Marquis is able to keep them under control.  I would hate to think

what might happen to you if he can't control this perverted assembly."

   She slowly let the cups fall away from my pendulous tits which were now

well-weighted with milk.  They hung almost down to my navel.  Drops of milk

leaked from my hard inch long nipples as I stood there exposed.

   Grace stood back and eyed me carefully.

   "Something still isn't right," she said.

   "The collar.  It's the collar," someone shouted from one of the tables.

   "You're right!  It's that damn white color.  It definitely must go," she

said as she reached in her handbag and took out a red studded color and

leash.

   She removed the white collar and replaced it with the red one.

   "Now, let's make sure everyone gets a good look at you," she said as she

pulled on the leash and led me around the edge of the platform only a few

feet from the many tables that surrounded it.

   My tits bounced up and down on my chest no longer restrained by my bra.

They slapped into each other as I walked with difficulty in the seven and a

half inch stiletto heels.  My feet ached horribly, but the heels had the

desired effect on the audience as they drooled over my luscious body.  I

could only imagine what kind of thoughts were going through their minds.

   After circling the platform once, Grace stopped.

   "Assume the position!" she demanded, and I immediately obeyed, fearing

what she might do to me.

   Sam once again sat directly in front of me.  His hot breath was driving

me crazy.  My imagination was going wild as I envisioned him lapping away

at my pussy with his long, rough tongue.  I immediately dismissed those

thoughts from my mind.  How perverted!  God, I would never let an animal do

nasty things like that to me.

   "Look at the cow, ladies and gentlemen.  Not only is her pussy running

like a faucet, but now her udders are leaking," Grace said as she caught a

drop of milk that was leaking from my nipple.

   "Well, we can't let that precious milk go to waste," said the Marquis as

he rose from the table.

   "I think I may have a solution," came a voice from the other side of the

room.

   I knew that voice all too well.  It was Maxine.  Damn, she was here too.

Maxine walked over to the Marquis and showed him something.  She talked to

him quietly, and he nodded his approval.  Maxine then walked up on the

platform and stood to my right.

   "Grace, how nice to see you again," Maxine said.

   "It's so good to see you, Maxine, and I'm so glad you have a solution to

our little problem."

   "Well, Gwen, by the looks of it, I would say we have a couple of big

problems.  God, your tits are huge.  How much milk do those sacs hold, a

gallon?"

   She was mocking me.  I know my tits had increased in size, but it wasn't

my fault.  The Marquis was the one who increased my milk production.  It

stands to reason that if I'm producing more milk, my tits would have to

increase in size to accommodate it.

   Maxine leaned in and cupped my huge tits as she ran her lips up my neck

towards my ear.

   "Don't worry, baby.  I'll take care of everything.  I know how to stop

your udders from dripping.  In a few moments it will no longer be a

problem," she whispered in my ear as her hands massaged my tits.

   I was so confused.  She switched gears again and was now being nice to

me.  I didn't know what to think.  Between her kisses and the dog's hot

breath teasing my pussy, I was going mad.

   "Grace, I think Gwen will need a little distraction.  Why don't you see

if you can get Sam to lick her cunt.  It really does look like it needs a

good licking," Maxine said.

   "No!  Don't!" I screamed.  "I don't want that filthy animal touching

me!"

   Maxine's eyes narrowed as she reared back and smacked my right tit

viciously.  She caught my left tit on the backhand that followed.

   "Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhh!" I screamed in pain.  My tits felt like they were

going to be ripped off my chest as they smacked into each other and bounced

around like large bowls of jello.

   "Oh, God, that hurts.  Please don't hit me!" I begged.

   "Have it your way!  I was only trying to help you, but now you can

forget it!" she hissed.

   Maxine then produced a metal cylinder that was approximately an inch

long and wide enough to fit over my still hard nipple.  It looked very much

like a thimble.  She worked it onto my right nipple until my whole nipple

was covered by the metal cylinder.

   What good would that do?  There was no way to keep it in place.  The

force of my milk alone would cause it to fall off even if it was a fairly

snug fit.  She certainly couldn't glue it in place.

   But she wasn't done yet.  She then took a needle out of her pocket.

What on earth was she going to so with that?  As I looked down in horror,

she moved the needle closer to the metal cylinder, and then I say it.  I

saw the small holes on either side near the base of the cylinder.  She was

going to push the needle through one hole in the cylinder and then all the

way through my nipple and out the other side of the cylinder.

   "No!  Don't do that to me!" I screamed as the reality of the situation

hit me.  I doubled over in pain as Grace reared back and buried her fist in

my abdomen.

   "Don't talk to Maxine like that!  Who do you think you are?  Here Maxine

tries to be nice to you by offering to have Sam provide you with some

comfort, and in return, you're rude and insolent.  You're behavior is

disgusting, Missy," Grace scolded.

   "Assume the position," Maxine ordered.  "Now, I think we need to hear

from your fans."

   "Yes, that's an excellent idea," Grace agreed.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, do you think Gwen's behavior is appropriate?"

Maxine asked.

   A chorus of no's and disapproval went up from the assembled guests.

   "The slut needs to learn to do what she's told," one person shouted.

   "I agree.  You should teach her some manners," another chimed in.

   "Beat the bitch," added another.

   Maxine quieted the group.  Obviously she didn't want the situation to

get out of control.

   I was alone.  There was not one compassionate person in the room.  There

was not one who stood up for me.  They all came to see me debased, and my

rebellion was only making things worse.  There was nothing I could say that

would prevent them from making me do exactly what they wanted me to do.  I

was at their mercy.

   Maxine adjusted the metal cylinder to make sure that my nipple was fully

inserted.

   "This is your last chance.  Do you want Sam to help you get through

this?" she asked.

   I looked at her pleadingly.  I looked for one glint of compassion, but

there was none.

   "Yes, Maxine," I whispered.

   "Did everyone hear that?" Maxine asked.

   A chorus of no's went up from the group.

   "Tell them, Gwen.  Tell your guests what you want done while I drive

this needle through your nipple," she demanded.

   "I... I... want Sam to lick my cunt," I stammered.

   "Tell it like it is.  Don't candy coat it, you slut.  Tell them how you

want Sam to eat your cunt," ordered Grace.

   "I want Sam to eat my cunt," I repeated.

   "And?" Grace demanded.

   "I want him to lick up all my juices," I stammered.

   "And?"

   "I want him to lick my clit with his long, rough tongue," I said.

   "And?"

   She wouldn't stop.  She wouldn't let up.  She wanted me to totally

humiliate myself in front of these strangers, but I no longer cared.  I

wanted the dog.  I did want him to lick me.  My pussy was badly in need of

attention even if it was from a dog.

   "I want him to bury his tongue in my cunt!" I shouted as tears filled my

eyes.  "I want Sam to make me cum!"

   "Well, finally the truth comes out.  Eat, Sam," ordered Grace.

   The dog immediately moved closer and started to attack my sopping wet

pussy.  His tongue was everywhere as he lapped away at my pussy lips and

spread them open with his rough tongue.  At the same time Maxine went to

work on my right nipple.  She placed the needle through the outer hole on

the cylinder and began to push it into the base of my nipple.  I felt the

sharp pain as she looked up and smiled at me.

   "Does this bring back memories?  Do you remember, Gwen?  Do you remember

how you drove needles into your tits?" she asked as she slowly continued to

push the needle deeper and deeper until it broke through the skin on the

other side of my nipple and the hole on the opposite side of the cylinder.

   At that moment the Great Dane ran its tongue across my hard sensitive

clit and something exploded within me as I was overcome by a massive

climax. My legs shook and went weak as ripples of pleasure traveled up and

down my spine.  I continued to shake as the juices gushed from my pussy.

The Great Dane licked frantically, collecting the rewards of his labor.

   Murmurs of approval could be heard from the seated guests as they

witnessed the bizarre scenario being played out before them.  The platform

continued to rotate slowly, providing every table with a front seat view as

I passed before them.

   Maxine then attached a plastic fastener to hold the pin in place.  My

right nipple would no longer leak its precious nectar.  The milk would

continue to build.  There would be no relief until the Marquis decided.

   She then produced another cylinder and moved around to my left side.  It

no longer mattered.  The Great Dane was going wild.  His tongue was

everywhere as he drank my juices.  He became bolder and nipped lightly at

my pussy lips and even my clit.  This only fanned the fires burning within

me, and I built towards another climax.  The Marquis was true to his word.

He promised me that I would have many climaxes tonight and he was right.  I

had my first and was working my way up to another as Maxine worked the

metal cylinder onto my left nipple.

   "That's it, eat me, boy.  Eat my fucking cunt," I hissed as I pushed my

cunt forward as an offering to the dog.

   Grace slapped me across the face.

   "Did anyone give you permission to talk?" she asked.

   "I'm sorry," I blubbered as tears welled up in my eyes.

   "Oh, leave the slut alone, Grace.  She loves being eaten out by the

dog," Maxine said taunting me.

   My eyes were glazing over as I saw the needle being pushed through my

left nipple.  I felt the sharp pain, but it was offset by the Great Dane's

long rough tongue that snacked on my cunt.  Maxine took her time and worked

the needle back and forth before it finally broke through the other side.

As she attached the plastic fastener, Sam bit down on my clit sending me

over the edge again.

   "Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh!" I groaned as the volcano erupted, and I experienced

another climax.  Sam growled as he greedily licked up my juices.

   The audience applauded as I shook and spasmed in the middle of my

orgasm. I didn't care.  I had been denied so long that nothing mattered.

My hips gyrated as the dog lapped away at my sensitive clit.

   "Sit, Sam," Grace ordered.

   Sam immediately obeyed and sat with his tongue lolling out of his mouth

as he panted and eyed my still wet pussy.

   I didn't want him to stop.  I wanted him to devour my cunt, but as I

moved my hips his long lolling tongue was just out of reach.

   My tits were aching badly now, not only from the pain caused by the

needles, but by the milk that my tits continued to produce.  The containers

were full, and they needed to be emptied.  There was no place for the milk

to go.  How much more could I be stretched before something terrible

happened?

   I also was finding it difficult to stand like this with my legs spread

so wide in these seven and a half inch heels.  My legs were cramping, and I

didn't know how much more that I could bear.

   "Look what you did to Sam!" Grace hissed.

   "What did I do?  I didn't do anything?" I insisted.

   "What did you do?" Grace repeated.  "I'll show you what you did, you

little slut.  Lay down, Sam!"

   Sam immediately lay on his back and spread his legs.  His pink cock was

exposed and peaking out of its sheath.

   "That's what you did, you little slut," Grace said sternly.

   "After what Sam did for you, don't you think you owe him something?"

Maxine asked.

   I looked out at the guests seated at the table, and they all seemed to

nod in agreement with Maxine.

   "What do you want me to do?" I asked.

   "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you," Grace said.  "Sam

got you off.  You need to do the same for him."

   "You want me to jerk him off?" I exclaimed.

   "No, you damn, stupid, big titted cow!  I want you to suck him off.  Use

your mouth on him like he used his tongue and mouth on you," she ordered.

   Oh God, how low must I sink?  I had no choice.  I couldn't refuse.  They

would just torment me, and I would end up doing it anyway.  Besides my legs

were killing me, and this would give me a chance to get off of my feet.

After all, it was just a cock.  I've sucked many cocks before.

   "Go on, suck the dog off!" shouted one of the guests.

   "Yeah, we want to see him cum in your mouth!" shouted another.

   They were all laughing and having a good time at my expense.  This was

not at all what I expected this evening.  I thought they idolized me.

   "Well, what are you waiting for?" Maxine asked.

   I slowly dropped to my knees and bent over to take the dog's cock in my

hands.  I stroked him several times before I flicked out my tongue and

licked the head of his pink cock.  It twitched as my tongue came in contact

with it.

   Maxine leaned down next to me and whispered in my ear.

   "Take his cock in your mouth and suck," she whispered.

   The dog's pink cock was growing.  As I stroked the dog's sheath, it grew

larger and larger.  Sam growled.  I took the head of his cock in my mouth

and sucked on it.

   My tits hung down touching the floor.  They were full and aching to be

milked.  No milk escaped, for the metal cylinders effectively prevented any

milk from escaping through my milk ducts.

   Grace stood behind me and smacked my ass cruelly with her hand.  She

belittled me and called me nothing more than an animal lover.  The crowd

loved it as the platform continued to rotate, giving all the guests a good

view of my humiliation.

   "Take it deeper, Gwen," Maxine encouraged me as I took more of the Great

Dane's cock into my mouth.  The animal growled and twitched as it jerked

its hunches.  His cock grew bigger as I took him deeper into my mouth and

finally into my throat.  This was the first time I had deep-throated an

animal.  I had sunk to a new low, but at the same time it excited me for my

pussy was wetter than ever and my clit was throbbing, begging for

attention.

   "What a slut!  This bitch will suck anything," Grace said belittling me.

   She continued to abuse my ass with her vicious slaps and teased me by

burying her fingers in my sopping wet cunt.  As I glanced up I could see

the crowd getting into the act.  My performance was making them horny, and

many of them were in various stages of undress as women sucked greedily on

cocks, couples fucked openly, and some men were getting lap dances by horny

women who watched the show taking place before their eyes.

   The dog jerked violently driving his cock in and out of my throat as

Maxine held my head, encouraging me to take him deeper.  The damn dog was

huge, and my face was taking a pounding.  My breasts smashed into each

other as they hung fully weighted beneath me.  I feared that they would

burst at any moment.

   Then suddenly the dog slowed down, and I could see the knot beginning to

form at the base of his huge cock.  I tried to back off.  I didn't want

that thing in my mouth.  I knew I would be forced to drink his cum, but I

didn't want his knot buried in my mouth.

   "Deeper!  Take it deeper, you stupid bitch," Maxine hissed as she pushed

with all her might on the back of my head, driving the Great Dane's cock

further down my throat.  The knock was in my mouth and continued to grow. I

tried to pull back, but I was no match for Maxine as she held my head

firmly with the huge cock buried, knot and all, in my mouth.

   "That's it, you slut.  Open your mouth wide.  You better hope your jaw

doesn't lock up," she hissed.

   My jaw was stretched open wide and ached horribly as the knot grew and

grew.  The dog remained motionless as his cock pulsated in my throat.

Maxine eased up and released my head, and I tried to back off and free my

mouth.  I couldn't budge.  My jaw was locked open and the huge dog's cock

was immovable.  I was tied to the dog.

   Tears welled up in my eyes as the reality of what was happening hit me.

I was actually tied to this beast with my mouth, and all these strange

people were witnessing it.

   All eyes were on me as I struggled to free myself.  I pulled back and

moved my head to the right and left, but this only seemed to agitate the

dog whose eyes were glazed.  He growled until I finally gave up trying to

free my mouth from his cock that was buried in my throat.  The crowd stared

in disbelief, for I was abnormally tied to the beast.

   "My God, is that possible!" exclaimed a woman seated directly in front

of me who was being eaten out by her male companion.

   "I've never seen a dog tied to woman or beast like that.  I didn't think

it was possible," exclaimed another guest.

   My nostrils flared and my chest heaved as I tried to take air into my

lungs.  I was getting lightheaded.  I couldn't seem to get enough air.

   The Marquis rose and came up on the platform.

   "As you can see ladies and gentlemen, Gwen is no ordinary woman.  I

promised you a night to remember, and this is only the beginning.  I think

Gwen will be busy for quite some time.  Let's make this show even more

interesting," said the Marquis.

   He signaled towards the back of the room and another Great Dane was

immediately brought up to the platform by his trainer.

   The Marquis pet the dog.

   "Eat, Dave!" ordered the Marquis.

   The dog sniffed my wet cunt and then started to lick me.  His rough

tongue lapped away at my overheated cunt and attacked my sensitive clit.  I

shook violently as my climax hit me.  My pussy gushed and he lapped away at

the juices flowing out of me.  He growled as he buried his snout in my

dripping cunt.

   "Up, Dave!" ordered the Marquis.

   The dog mounted me, and with Grace's help buried his long hard cock in

my gaping cunt.  I was being ravished by two Great Danes.  I was nothing

more than an animal, a low life.

   I swallowed as precum leaking from the dog's cock dripped down my

throat. My nostrils flared as I fought to get air into my lungs.  The other

Great Dane fucked my cunt fast and furious.  He was like a jack hammer as

he pounded my cunt with no regard for the damage he was doing to my bruised

cervix.

   And then without warning, Sam's cock started shooting hot scalding cum

down my throat.  Blast after blast flooded my throat, and I swallowed as

quickly as I could as my belly began to fill up with his cum.  I panicked

for I knew if I didn't keep up with the flood of cum spewing from the dog's

cock, it would back up through my nose, and I would be unable to breathe.

   At the same time the rapidity of the dog fucking my pussy drove me over

the edge once again as my climax hit me like a ton of bricks.  I shook and

spasmed, and my pussy clamped down on the Great Dane's cock which was

unrelenting in its attack on my tunnel.  My body was one giant nerve, and I

had no time to settle down from my climax before another one hit me,

sending me to greater heights.

   I could sense the silence in the room as all activity stopped.  All eyes

were on me as the Marquis's guests witnessed the bizarre coupling of the

Marquis's whore and the two dogs.  Dave suddenly became still, and I could

feel the knot growing in my cunt.  The pain was excruciating as the knot

grew larger and larger, ensuring that we would stay tied until he was done.

Drool was dripping from the dog's mouth and onto my back as his cock pulsed

inside of me.  My cunt contracted and squeezed the cock buried deep in my

pussy.

   My belly was full for Sam had blasted the last of his cum down my

throat. I tried to pull my mouth free of his cock, but to no avail.  And

then without any warning, Dave started to shoot his hot scalding cum into

me, triggering another climax that left me lightheaded and shaking like a

leaf.  It seemed to go on forever as his cum flooded my cunt.  Some even

managed to leak out and drip down my leg.

   Maxine leaned over and massaged my breasts.  Under normal circumstances

I would welcome the attention, but my breasts ached so much.  I needed to

release the milk which continued to build up in my milk sacs or I would

burst.

   "Does that feel good, baby?  Do you like it when I rub your big

milk-filled udders," she whispered.  "Do you feel like a cow?"

   I was in no position to answer her.  I was tied at both ends.  I knew it

would be at least ten minutes or more before I would be able to free my

mouth from Sam's cock.  Dave would take even longer.  Right now he was

pulling back and trying to dismount, but his knot was too big.  He finally

turned, lifting his left leg over me, so that we were now ass to ass.  He

continued to tug, trying to free himself.  At the same time Sam was pulling

hard trying to free his cock from my mouth.  I was being pulled from both

ends in a tug of war that I couldn't win.  If they were too persistent, one

of them would surely rupture something within me.

   Maxine wouldn't leave me alone as her hands traveled down my stomach and

found my hard clit.  She pulled and squeezed it.  It was so sensitive, but

the bitch knew this and kept it up.

   "Do you like that, baby?" she asked as her tongue swirled around my ear.

She then worked her lips across my shoulders and down my back.  Kissing and

licking me continuously.  She knew what she was doing.

   A girl could only take so much as her mouth and fingers were having the

desired effect on me.  I knew I was going to cum.  I was so close.  When

her lips finally reached my clit, I could stand it no longer.  She bit down

on my sensitive nub, triggering another climax that hit me harder than any

I had had all evening.  I tried to scream and Sam's cock finally popped out

of my mouth.  His knot had finally shrunk enough for him to break free, and

I moaned and groaned and screamed as my body convulsed from the waves of

pleasure that consumed me.  I shook my head back and forth as I was

consumed with lust.

   "Oh God, yes!" I moaned.

   I breather heavily as I fought to get more air in my lungs.  Sam lay

down in front of me and licked himself.  Dave was still tied to me so I was

forced to remain on my knees until his knot shrunk.  I didn't care.  In my

present state of mind, they could do anything to me.  The pleasure I felt

this evening and that I was denied for so long was worth it.

   I could hear the comments from the crowd.  They loved the nasty things I

was doing.  For this group of perverts, the nastier the better.  They loved

me because I was such a dirty slut who was willing to do anything to

satisfy the lust burning in my loins.

   Dave was persistent as he continued to tug, trying to free himself.  His

efforts finally paid off as his cock at long last popped free from my

aching cunt.  He walked away and lay down to lick himself clean.

   "Get up, Gwen," ordered the Marquis.

   With great difficulty, I was able to stand.  I forced myself to assume

the position in obedience to the Marquis.  My tits now ached constantly.

They hung lower than usual as my body continued to produce milk.

   The Marquis lifted one of my tits in each hand.  He examined the

cylinders that encased my nipples and smiled.  They did their job well.  No

milk had escaped from my tortured tits.

   "You know, Gwen, it might be interesting to see just how long you can go

without lactating.  How much milk can your sacs hold?  Would they continue

to stretch to accommodate the vast amount of milk you produce?  Could they

possibly fill to the point where they hang down below your waist?  Just how

resilient is your body?" asked the Marquis

   I remained silent although my heart started racing.  That would ruin me

forever.  I knew he was capable of doing this to me and would if it served

his purposes.

   "However, I have other plans for you tonight.  You have guests to

entertain.  Is everyone having a good time?" asked the Marquis.

   Applause and comments of approval rose from the audience.  Many of them

were aroused and in various stages of undress.  Cocks were being sucked,

pussies were being eaten, couples were fucking... A grand time was being

had by all.

   "As you all know, Gwen has had some exciting if not bizarre adventures.

You probably all remember Claudette, and I'm sure you recall vividly the

expression on Gwen's face when she discovered that Claudette was a

hermaphrodite," smiled the Marquis.

   I remember that episode very well, and to add insult to injury not only

did she fuck me with her huge cock, but she had my husband sodomize me at

the same time.

   "You do remember Claudette, don't you, Gwen?" asked the Marquis.

   "Yes, I remember her very well," I answered.

   "Yes, I imagine you do, and tonight she has returned to attend your

party," announced the Marquis.

   Applause broke out among all the gathered guests as Claudette made her

way from the back of the room to the platform.  She looked stunning as she

approached me.  He auburn hair was even longer than I remember.  Her

piercing green eyes looked deep into my very soul.

   "Hello, Gwen," she said with no emotion.

   "Hello, Claudette," I answered, feeling somewhat uneasy.  I knew she

could see that I was uncomfortable, but I was so transparent there was no

way I could hide how I felt.

   "Claudette will be spending some time reacquainting herself with Gwen,

and you, dear guests, may sit back, relax, and enjoy as they reminisce.  I

do think you'll find it very entertaining," said the Marquis.

   Claudette slowly removed her blouse and skirt as she gazed upon my

nakedness with her piercing green eyes.  She stood before me wearing only

her bra, 6 inch stiletto heels, and a thong which barely concealed her huge

cock.  She placed her hands on my breasts.  Her lips brushed up against

mine before she drove her tongue deep into my mouth.  Our tongues were

intertwined as she continued to squeeze my milk-laden tits.

   "You did miss me, didn't you?" Claudette asked.

   I moaned, consumed by the fire that was slowly building in my loins.

The Marquis's guests gathered in close, all of them in various stages of

dress or undress.  Many of the males present were stroking their cocks or

being stroked by their companion.

   "Take off my bra, Gwen," ordered Claudette.

   I undid her front clasp and let her bra drop to the floor.  My mouth

watered as I gazed upon her luscious breasts.

   "Go ahead touch them.  You know what I like.  Pull on my nipples like I

use to pull on yours," she ordered.

   I felt the softness and fullness of her breasts as my fingers worked

their way over to her nipples.  I rolled them between my thumb and

forefinger, and they grew between my fingers as I applied more pressure and

pulled on her long hard nubs.

   "That's nice, Gwen.  Now take my right nipple in your mouth and suck on

it," she ordered.

   I needed little encouragement as I wrapped my lips around her nipple.  I

sucked it into my mouth and teased it with the studs in my tongue.

   "Use your teeth, Gwen.  Harder, bite it harder, dammit," she hissed.

   I grabbed her nipple between my teeth and applied pressure as I pulled

on the hard nub.  It wasn't good enough for her.  She wanted more.  I bit

harder and pulled viciously distorting the shape of her luscious breast.  I

was getting wetter and wetter with every passing moment as I took her other

nipple between my teeth and bit down hard.

   "Yes, that's how I like it.  Now kiss your way down my belly.  I want to

feel that warm mouth of yours all over my body," she ordered.  I

reluctantly abandoned her breasts and started trailing kisses slowly down

her abdomen.  I wasn't naïve.  I knew where this was leading.  Soon her

long 12 inch cock would be buried in my throat.  I remember vividly the

moment I discovered that Claudette was a hermaphrodite.  I know my reaction

hurt her deeply, and I suspect she still hadn't forgiven me for being so

disgusted with her at the time.  By now my lips were kissing her along her

lower abdomen near the top of her thong.  I could see her semi-hard cock

throbbing under the sheer material struggling to get free.

   "You're a smart girl, baby.  You know what's next, don't you?" whispered

Claudette.

   Yes, I knew, as I pulled down on her thong releasing the huge cock which

sprang out of captivity.  Claudette stepped out of the thong, and I didn't

need to be told what to do.

   I ran my tongue up and down the length of all twelve inches, and then

circled the large head of her cock with my tongue.  Precum dipped from her

piss hole which I captured with my tongue.

   "Look at me when you suck my cock, slut," she demanded.

   I looked her in the eyes as I bathed her tongue and balls with my

saliva.

   "Now take it in your mouth," she directed.

   I took the head of her cock between my lips and sucked.  I savored the

taste.  I took more of her cock in my mouth until it reached the back of my

throat.  She smiled down at me as I sucked and licked her pulsating member.

Then she suddenly grabbed my head and thrust forward, burying all twelve

inches in my throat.  I moaned around her cock as I felt my throat muscles

contract around it.  She became more violent as she used my mouth as a cunt

and made long hard strokes in and out of my mouth.

   She picked up her pace and fucked my face with a speed and fierceness

that was beyond comprehension.  At one point I thought she broke my nose.

It was as if she was taking all her anger and frustration out on me, and

then suddenly she stopped with her cock buried in my throat.  She held my

head tight drawing me in closer, and then she remained silent.

   I tried desperately to breathe through my nose, but she was holding me

so tight that precious little air made it into my lungs.  My nostrils

flared, my lungs labored as I was denied air to breathe.  I was getting

light headed as I struggled to get free, but she held me tight, smiling

down at me.  She was enjoying this.  I brought her pleasure, and she only

sought to hurt me.

   My vision became blurred, and the dizziness increased.  I knew I would

soon pass out from a lack of oxygen.  Everything was going dark when she

suddenly released my head and withdrew her hard, aching cock from my

throat.

   She was pleased with the distress I was experiencing.

   "Are you alright, Gwen," she asked, showing a mocking concern.

   I stared at her and said nothing.  The guests gathered to watch this

display seemed to be amused at my distress.  The more I suffered the more

satisfaction all of them felt.

   Claudette sat in a chair with her cock rigid and pulsing.  She was far

from satisfied as I remained on my knees before her trying to regain my

composure.

   "Look at those fucking tits swaying on her chest!  Would I love to get

my hands on those puppies," I heard one of the guests remark.

   "Don't worry, we'll have our turn soon enough," chuckled another.

   "Alright, Gwen, play time is over.  Stand up and face your guests.  Then

I want you to move back towards me and guide my cock up your tight little

asshole," ordered Claudette.

   This was reminiscent of another time and place, but the circumstances

were much different.  I still had fantasizes about the black men that raped

me.

   I moved back towards Claudette and reached around to find that she had

already greased her cock.  I guided it to my puckered anus and applied

pressure.  I groaned loudly as I felt her cock head pushing against my

rosebud threatening to spread it wide open.  I rotated my hips and applied

more downward pressure and without much resistance the head of her cock

entered my rectum.

   "Oh yes, that's it slut!  I want you to impale yourself on my female

cock just like you did with those black men.  I'm going to sit back and

enjoy myself while you do all the work," she chuckled.

   I looked out at the men and women peering at me while they stroked their

cocks.  Some were getting blowjobs from the ladies who were present.  Their

eyes were filled with lust, and I knew they all wanted me.  They were like

vultures waiting to devour their prey.

   Claudette was getting irritated for I made no progress.  Her cock head

was still just buried within my rectum.

   She lifted my breasts and felt their weight.  I was well overdue for

milking and my milk sacs were filled to capacity.  I needed relief soon.

Then suddenly she reared back and smacked my left tit sending it colliding

into my right one.  The pain was immeasurable as she repeated it with my

right tit.

   "Get going, slut!  I want all twelve inches buried up your ass now.  I

want my fucking cock buried in your colon," she hissed.

   "Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" I screamed out in pain.  It was bad enough to have my

tits smacked but not when they were in such desperate need of milking.

   I tried rotating my hips and applied more downward pressure in order to

bury her cock deeper in my rectum, but I was all tense and couldn't

concentrate on what I was doing.

   "God, how can you people just sit around and watch this slut defile

herself.  Don't you have anything better to do?" Claudette asked as she

smacked my tits again.

   "Ooooooooowwwwwww!" I screamed out in pain.

   "Do you have a problem with what I'm doing," she asked challengingly.

   I looked over at the Marquis who gave me a warning look.  Like the

customer in a store, his guests were always right and I had to suffer as a

result.

   "Answer me, you nasty little slut," she ordered.

   "No, I don't have a problem," I answered as I tried to focus on the cock

head buried up my ass.  I couldn't relax, and as a result my anal passage

was as tight as a drum.

   "Good," she said as she continued to maul my tits.

   She knew exactly what she was doing.  She was a vicious and cruel bitch,

and I couldn't stand her.  She was ruining my night.

   "You can't do anything right, can you?  Why you haven't even begun to

bury my cock up your ass, you dumb cunt," she said loud enough for everyone

to hear.

   I felt so embarrassed.  These people were here to see me.  This affair

was given in my honor, and this red headed freak of nature was making a

mockery of it and treating me like trash.

   I desperately tried to move up and down on Claudette's cock.  I was so

tight and the pain was excruciating, but I persisted.  I was finally able

to bury another inch of cock up my ass.

   "That's better but don't stop now," she ordered as she smacked my left

tit viciously.

   "Oooooowwwww!" I screamed as my tit was filled with pain.  I moved up

and down on Claudette's cock trying to take advantage of the progress I had

made so far.

   "Now you're making some progress, but your arms are in the way.  Lock

your hands behind your head and stick those udders out."

   I obeyed, but I no longer had my arms for support.  I had to rely on my

leg muscles to control my descent onto the large cock that would soon be

buried up my ass and invading my colon.

   Claudette sat back and enjoyed my humiliation.  Her cock was being

squeezed and caressed exquisitely by my tight rectal muscles.  The

tightness of my passageway only meant more pleasure for her as I slowly was

able to bury more of her cock inch by inch up my ass.  She was content to

sit back and enjoy my suffering and humiliation.

   "You need to move faster.  We don't have all day.  Now get your ass

moving and bury my cock up your rectum," she ordered.

   I moved up and down on Claudette's stiff pole and was able to gain more

ground.  Her twelve inch cock slowly disappeared from view as I started to

become aroused in spite of what she was doing to me.  My pussy was wet, and

I wanted so much to reach down and touch myself.  I knew better.  This

would only give her another excuse to abuse my tits.

   I settled into a rhythm and more and more all Claudette's cock violated

my rectum.  I could feel her cock at the entrance of my colon but yet

several inches of cock still remained to be consumed.

   Claudette reached around in front of me and stroked my cunt lips.

   "Look at our little slut.  She's all wet!" exclaimed Claudette as she

looked at the audience.

   Tears streamed down my face as I pushed hard and buried the last inch of

her cock up my ass.  The bitch entered my colon and the pain was

unbearable, but I had done it.  I just wanted this over.

   "Well, it's about time.  What took you so long?" Claudette asked

deridingly as she tapped the sides of my engorged tits.  "Now you need to

ride my cock as if your life depended on it."

   I started to move up and down the length of Claudette's twelve inch

cock. Thank God I loosened up.  Her cock was leaking precum which helped

lubricate my passage.  Actually I was getting quite aroused as the hard

cock slid in and out of my now lubricated rectum.

   "Faster!  Faster!" she hissed.

   I rode Claudette's cock picking up speed with every thrust.  I arched my

back as my tits bounced wildly on my chest with every thrust.  The pain

mixed with the wonderful sensations I was feeling and blended into one.

   I rode faster and faster as the heat built in my loins.  My pussy was a

mess as it dripped on the chair.  I was so fucking close.  I wanted to cum

so badly.  I wanted to cum so I could show Claudette that her humiliation

of me was of little or no consequence.  I would show my fans what a true

slut I really was.

   Claudette then did something that I never anticipated or expected.  With

my legs spread obscenely wide as I violated my own ass with her huge she

male cock, she reached around in from of me and grabbed my clit.  That in

itself aroused me even more, but then she dug her nails into my hard,

sensitive bud.

   My jaw dropped open; my eyes went wide as the pain hit me, but at the

same time it triggered my orgasm as I rode through the pain pounding myself

down unmercifully on Claudette's pulsing cock.

   "That's it baby," Claudette encouraged me as she reached around and

stroked my wildly flaying tits.  "Ride my pole!"

   I rode her long cock savoring the chills running up and down my spine.

Every nerve in my body was alive as my orgasm crested.

   "Oh yes!  Oh yes!" I screamed.

   I felt Claudette tense as she squeezed my tits.  Then my rectum was

flooded with her hot jism as she shot a load of cum deep into my colon.  I

rode her faster and faster, milking the warm fluid from her pulsating cock.

   "That's it!  Fill me up, you bitch!" I screamed.

   Exhausted I collapsed on the floor in front of Claudette.  She stood up

with a satisfied grin on her face.

   "That was good, slut," she said as she stood in front of me with her

limp cock covered in cum.  "Now you need to clean up your mess."

   I lifted her foul smelling cock and began to lick it clean.

   "Use a lot of tongue, baby, and look at me," Claudette ordered.

   Several of the guests were enthralled by the bizarre scene unfolding

before their eyes.  "I'm going to cum," announced one of the guests.

   "Wait, don't waste your cum," said the Marquis.

   He brought the man up on stage over to where I was cleaning Claudette's

cock.

   "This man has something for you, Gwen" said the Marquis as I turned and

saw his hard cock ready to explode.

   I took his cock in my mouth and sucked.  He groaned as my warm lips

surrounded his cock.

   "Take him deep, Gwen.  I want you to swallow every drop," ordered the

Marquis.

   I worked his cock down my throat but it was too much for him.  His cock

began to pulsate as it shot its hot load of cum into my belly.  I savored

the taste as it served to wash away the foul taste in my mouth from licking

Claudette clean.

   He couldn't take his eyes off of my tits as he returned to his seat with

a broad smile on his face.

   "I must say, Gwen, that that was delightful.  I hope we can get together

soon for another session," Claudette said as she dressed.  She walked over

and kissed me, driving her tongue deep into my mouth.  Claudette then left

as quickly as she had arrived.

   The Marquis stood in front of me and lifted my bulging tits in his

hands.

   "These are quite full, Gwen," he said.

   "They hurt, sir.  I'm way overdue," I replied meekly.

   "Yes, I'm well aware of that.  The only question is how shall we drain

your tits?  Rather than simply hooking you up to the milking machine, I've

left it up to the audience to decide.  Dom, do you have the container?"

asked the Marquis.

   Dom stepped forward out of the shadows and handed the Marquis a clear

plastic container that held slips of paper that were folded in half.

   "Now, Gwen, this container holds suggestions from our guests on how your

tits should be drained.  You are going to select one of these slips.  That

slip of paper will determine how you will be milked and the individuals who

suggested it will come up here to assist me," stated the Marquis

   The group applauded as I reached in and selected one of the slips and

handed it to the Marquis.

   "I want to thank Maxine and Grace for their assistance this evening.

You ladies may join the other guests and enjoy the remainder of the

evening's entertainment."

   Maxine and Grace thanked the Marquis as they left the center platform

and joined the guests at one of the tables.

   "Well, let's see what we have here," the Marquis said as he unfolded the

slip of paper.

   I could just imagine some of the bizarre suggestions that were contained

in that jar.  Was he really going to let one of these lunatics decide my

fate?  Was he willing to take that risk?

   "Let's see.  This idea was suggested by Tim and Anthony.  So it looks as

if these two gentlemen will be assisting me tonight.  Please come up here

and explain your idea to the group," said the Marquis.

   The two guys eagerly made their way to the platform as the audience

broke out in applause.  Tim was carrying an empty champagne bottle.

   "Congratulations, gentlemen," offered the Marquis as he shook their

hands.  "Now, tell everyone what you have in mind for Gwen."

   "Well, it's like this.  First we'll take off those metal cylinders,"

said Tim.

   "Yeah, you know the milk has to get out," added Anthony.

   These guys didn't seem to be too bright.  Just my luck.

   "Then Gwen will squat over this champagne bottle, and we'll place the

neck of the bottle in her pussy," Tim explained.

   "Yeah, I think she'd have a hard time doing that herself.  I don't think

she can see that far down with those big tits of hers," laughed Anthony.

   "Now, here's the good part.  We'll need a couple of your dogs," said

Tim.

   "Yeah, we like dogs," added Anthony.

   "We'll squeeze her tits to release some of the milk and then the dogs

can lap it up," Tim said.

   "Yeah, I really want to squeeze her tits.  I like big tits," Anthony

added.

   Tim gave Anthony a dirty look.  I think he was getting tired of his dumb

comments.  I know I was.

   "Now, here is the good part.  Gwen has to remain in a squatting position

until her tits are drained..."

   "Yeah..."

   "Will you shut up and let me finish?" yelled Tim.  "Now where was I?  Oh

yeah, anyway, Gwen will be squatting over that bottle and there is no way

she is going to be able to maintain that position which means that as she

sinks lower, the bottle will go deeper and deeper into her cunt."

   "Yeah, hopefully the whole thing because that thing is wide and will

stretch the hell out of her," Anthony chuckled.

   "You know, her hands could help support her weight," said the Marquis.

   "Oh no, sir, she has to keep her hands locked behind her neck just like

you make her do when she assumes the position," Tim replied.

   "It sounds like a good plan to me.  The Great Danes are pretty tired out

right now after the workout Gwen gave them, but I do have several Old

English Mastiffs that I think would be just perfect for what you have in

mind.  They have long wide tongues that should do the job nicely."

   "That's great, sir," Tim said excitedly.

   "Why don't you men get the cylinders off, while I make arrangements for

the dogs," suggested the Marquis.

   Tim and Anthony quickly moved over on either side of me.  God, these

guys were perverted, and to think that these were the kind of people that

idolized me.

   "I love your tits," Anthony said, drooling as he touched my left tit.

   "They look even bigger up close," added Tim as he pawed my right tit.

"We'll get those cylinders off for you."

   The boys then went to work removing the plastic fasteners that held the

needles in place.  Then they slowly pulled the needles out of my nipples,

enjoying every minute of the pain they knew I was feeling as the needles

were withdrawn.

   Evelyn stood close by to take the needles from the men.  Then they

slowly removed the cylinders from my large throbbing nipples.  Milk

immediately began dripping from my milk ducts.  The containers were more

than full.

   Evelyn handed the men cotton balls that were soaked with peroxide.  The

Marquis didn't want me to get an infection.  How considerate of him.

   "This is going to be fun!" Anthony said to Tim.

   "Yeah, it sure is, buddy," Tim replied.

   These guys sure had a sick idea of fun.

   Tim placed the champagne bottle between my legs and ordered me to squat.

I wasn't use to taking orders from strangers, but I had no choice in the

matter.  They had the Marquis's blessings.

   "Wait, Tim, milk is dripping out of her nipple.  Let me take care of

it," he said as he wrapped his lips around my left nipple and sucked.

   Tim smacked him on the side of the head.

   "Hey, take it easy, man!" he protested.

   "Stick with the plan, dummy.  The dogs will take care of her tits," he

ordered as Anthony was knocked to the floor.

   "OK, slut, now squat," Tim ordered.

   With my hands still locked behind my neck, I slowly squatted as Tim

guided the neck of the bottle into my pussy.  There was no need for

lubrication.  I was wetter than hell already.

   I was already getting aroused, and only the neck of the bottle was

penetrating me, I knew I wouldn't last long in this position.  How on earth

could I squat for any amount of time in these seven and a half inch heels?

   "May I take my shoes off?" I asked.

   They both laughed hysterically.

   "Of course, not.  Do we look stupid or something?" Tim retorted.

   They weren't as dumb as they looked.

   Then Tim and Anthony started to work on my tits.  They squeezed them and

milk squirted out which they rubbed all over me.  Once the milk started

flowing, it didn't want to stop.  I hated to admit it, but the relief felt

wonderful, and I didn't mind them mauling my tits.

   The Marquis returned with the Mastiffs which he immediate brought up

onto the platform.

   "This is Bart and Lolly," he said, introducing the dogs to the group.

   He ordered them to sit in front of me and then ordered them to eat.  The

dogs on command started to lap away at my milk soaked tits.  When they

discovered that they liked the taste of my milk, they licked faster and

harder.  Their coarse tongues felt wonderful as my nipples grew harder and

my clit began to throb.  My legs were starting to cramp, and I sunk lower

with the neck of the bottle disappearing into my pussy.

   The bottle was getting wider and my pussy was being stretched open as I

slowly sank lower and lower.  I tried to maintain my position, but I was so

aroused and my legs were like jelly as I approached a climax.

   Tim and Anthony kept squeezing my tits to keep the milk flowing which

only served to fuel and encourage the dogs to lick hard and fast.  Tim

caught some of my milk in his hand and spread it all over my belly and then

gathered another handful which he dripped all over my clit.

   I knew what he was up to, the bastard.  Bart followed the trail of milk

down my abdomen and further down to my clit.  His rough tongue raked over

my clit, and I spasmed as my orgasm hit me hard.  I sank lower on the

bottle further stretching my pussy, but I was shaking uncontrollably and

couldn't maintain my position.

   Tim continued to dribble milk onto my clit which served its purpose.

Bart continued to attach my oversensitive clit as another orgasm washed

over me sending me higher and higher.

   "Aaaaagggghhhhhh!" I screamed.

   There was no relief.  There was no time to recover for now my pussy

gushed all over the champagne bottle, and Bart picked up the new scent as

he growled and explored my pussy with his tongue.

   "That's it, boy, lick me.  Lick my cunt," I groaned.  "I love the feel

of your tongue."

   I sank lower and lower.  Another inch of the damn bottle invaded my well

stretched pussy.  I could feel the neck of the bottle pushing against my

cervix now.  Lolly worked frantically now licking both of my breasts while

Bart worked on my pussy.  Tim and Anthony squeezed my tits as the milk

continued to flow freely.

   God, another orgasm hit me as the dogs went crazy with their tongues.

   "Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" I screamed as I creamed all over the bottle.

   Most of the activity in the audience stopped as they were mesmerized by

the spectacle being played out before them.

   Tim was getting impatient because my tits were almost drained of milk

yet there still remained two inches of the bottle exposed.  He wanted me to

take all of it, but I couldn't.  The neck of the bottle was already pushing

against my cervix.

   Tim stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

   "You are so beautiful, Gwen.  I masturbate every night looking at your

videos.  I never dreamed I would be up here so close to you," he said as he

pushed down on my shoulders.

   "Aaaaaaaaahgggghhhhhhh!" I screamed.  The neck of the bottle pushed

brutally against my cervix.

   He pushed down again.

   "Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh" I screamed again as my cervix was being battered.

"Please don't do that."

   "But I want you to take it all!"

   Tim was persistent as he saw that the two inches of the champagne bottle

were still exposed.  Things weren't going as planned, and he didn't have

much time left.  The flow of milk had decreased and the well was running

dry.

   He pushed down with all his might.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" I screamed as I thrashed my head back and forth.

The pain was unbelievable.  The neck of the bottle had started to break

through my cervix.

   "Please stop!  Please don't do this.  You're killing me!" I screamed.

   Tim looked down and saw that another half inch of the bottle had

disappeared into my cunt.  Lolly was concentrating on my nipples as he

licked and nipped lightly at them.  Bart enjoyed the taste of my pussy

juice as his tongue attacked my clit with a vengeance.  He too nipped at

that hard sensitive bud, driving me wild.  The pain had subsided somewhat,

and I was so glad that Tim had relented.

   But I was wrong!

   "I know you can do this, Gwen.  You can do anything!  I've seen the

things you're capable of doing.  I'm not asking too much of you," Tim said

as he pushed down on my shoulders with all his might.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhn!" I wailed.  "God help me!"

   The pain was beyond belief.  I was sitting on the floor and the

champagne bottle was completely buried in my cunt.  The neck of the bottle

had broken through my cervix and into my uterus.  I rolled over on my back

unable to remain on my knees any more.  This gave the dogs better access as

they continued to lick me

   "Oh no, I can't stand it!  The pain is unbearable!" I wailed.

   I never felt pain like this before in my life as I lay on my back and my

legs forced open.

   "I think we're just about done here," said the Marquis.

   "I don't mean to be disrespectful, sir, but you did say we could carry

out our plan until Gwen was done milking," Tim said.

   "Yes, and she's done," replied the Marquis.

   "She's still milking, sir," Anthony said as he squeezed my left tit and

milk sprayed out from my milk ducts all over my belly.  Both dogs went wild

lapping up the sweet tasting milk.

   "Alright, I'm a man of my word, but this will stop as soon as the milk

stops flowing," said the Marquis.

   Although in great pain, I felt somewhat relieved that the Marquis was

watching over me.  I also knew that he had a clientele that he needed to

please, and they were right.  I had to take the bottle until my tits were

drained.  I knew I could do this.  The bottle was already fully inserted.

   As Anthony squeezed and milked my tits, Tim kicked my legs wide apart as

I lay on my back.  He then placed his foot on the end of the bottle.

   I looked at him in disbelief.  My jaw dropped open as he smiled at me.

He pushed hard on the bottom of the bottle.

   "Aaaaaaaaagggghhhhhh!" I screamed as the champagne bottle was driven

further into my uterus.  Oh God, the pain was unbearable, but then he

dropped to his knees and sucked on my clit.  He grabbed it between his

teeth and pulled on it.  I was confused as pain mixed with pleasure and I

knew that, in spite of everything, I was on the verge of another climax.

He continued to work my clit for several more minutes, and I was almost

there.

   Then he was gone.  I opened my eyes and looked down just as he brought

his foot back and smashed it into the end of the champagne bottle, driving

it another inch into my womb and out of sight as my pussy lips closed

around the bottle.

   "Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh!  You're killing me!" I screamed.  "Oh!  Oh!  God

please help me!"

   I thrashed around on the floor in pain as my climax hit me hard.  I

convulsed uncontrollably as I withered around like a dead fish out of

water. How could I possibly have an orgasm when I felt such excruciating

pain?  That damn bottle was buried in my womb.  The pain was as bad as

giving birth to a child.

   "This can't be happening," I wailed.

   The Marquis put a halt to the proceedings, but the audience was elated.

They cheered for their two heroes, Tim and Anthony, as they left the

platform.  I knew the Marquis wanted to throw them out, but under the

circumstances that was impossible.  The crowd looked upon them as heroes.

   "Evelyn and Monique, attend to Gwen," ordered the Marquis.

   Evelyn carefully removed the champagne bottle from my battered pussy.

There was a small trace of blood present as she removed the bottle, but it

didn't look like there was any real damage.  I was grateful for that.

   Then they helped me up and led me out of the ballroom.  I could hear the

Marquis addressing his guests as I was led from the room.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, please relax and enjoy yourselves as we have a

brief intermission.  I assure you that you will truly enjoy the remainder

of tonight's activities," the Marquis said cordially.

   Dr.  Shakiro was waiting for me when I entered the room.  He examined me

and did a quick internal exam.

   "You'll be fine, Gwen.  Your cervix is somewhat dilated, but there is no

tearing.  There is some minor bruising, but that's to be expected

considering what was done to you.  I've applied some ointment which will

protect you from infection since Evelyn said there was a trace of blood on

the champagne bottle."

   I was so relieved.

   "I would suggest a nice soak in the tub," he said, smiling as he left

the room.

   A bath was drawn, and I was allowed to soak for a short time.  After

that my hair was styled and make-up applied.

   Then the chambermaids did something I never expected or anticipated.

   "The Marquis wants you to wear these again," Evelyn said as she showed

me what was in her hand.

   "Oh God, no!  Haven't I suffered enough?" I cried.

   "I'm sorry, Gwen.  We're just following orders."

   Evelyn and Monique took my nipples between their thumb and forefinger

and rolled them back and forth.  They quickly grew hard and stood out an

inch from my chest.  It didn't take much to arouse me even in my present

condition.  I was such a slut.

   Then they took my nipples in their mouths and sucked and nibbled on

them.

   "We feel so bad for you," Monique said as she tugged on my nipple with

her teeth.

   "We'll try to help you get through this night," Evelyn added as she drew

milk from my right nipple.

   They played with my tits for some time and soon my pussy was dripping

again.

   "Your poor pussy must be so sore," Monique said as she worked her way

down my abdomen and took my hard clit in her mouth.  She sucked and teased

it with her teeth while Evelyn worked on both of my nipples.

   "Oh God, you're going to make me cum,: I moaned.

   "Yes, and you like to cum, Gwen," Evelyn cooed as she placed the metal

cylinders over my nipples.

   Oh God, not again.

   Evelyn then buried her tongue in my mouth as Monique continued to suck

on my clit.

   I was so hot.  I never thought that I could get this worked up this fast

after what those bastards did to me.

   Evelyn looked at her watch.

   "Oh my God, we only have two minutes!" she said in a panic.

   "But I'm so close!" I protested.

   "There's no time, baby," Evelyn replied.

   She then took a needle in her hand.  At that moment Dr.  Shakiro entered

the room.

   "What are you doing?" he asked.

   "We're replacing the metal cylinders on her nipples," Evelyn explained.

   "Absolutely not!" ordered the doctor.

   "But the Marquis said ..."

   "I'll take care of it.  You are dismissed," Dr.  Shakiro said with

finality.

   The doctor removed the cylinders from my nipples.  I was so grateful to

him for that.

   "The Marquis insists that your nipples be sealed to prevent any milk

from leaking out.  I can save you from having your nipples pierced again,

but I'll have to seal them off," he explained.

   The doctor then took two small rubber bands out of his pocket.  They

looked like the kind I used on my braces when I was a teenager.  Since my

nipples were already hard he simple placed one over each nipple and then

stretched it out, twisted it once, and folded the other hole back over my

nipple effectively sealing them.  They were uncomfortable, but a much

better alternative to having my nipples pierced again.

   "The Marquis is waiting," Monique said urgently.

   "Yes, quickly, Gwen, get your shoes on and you'll be ready," Evelyn

added as she put the red studded collar around my neck.

   There was a knock at the door, and Dom entered.

   "There's been a change in plans.  The Marquis wants Gwen to wear this,"

Dom said.

   "What is it?" I asked.

   "A chastity belt," Dom replied.  "It's for your own protection.  He

doesn't want any of his guests to have access to your pussy."

   I was relieved and filled with trepidation at the same time.  It sounded

as if the Marquis was going to let other guests have their way with me.  If

they were anything like the first two, I might not survive the evening.

This was probably a good thing since the chambermaids had already taken

liberties with me after my ordeal.

   "The Marquis wants you in the ballroom," Dom said to Evelyn and Monique.

"I'll take over from here."

   Evelyn and Monique quickly departed, but they left me in a highly

aroused state.  In spite of what I had been through at the hands of Tim and

Anthony only a short time ago, my pussy was now sopping wet and my clit was

throbbing.

   Dom fitted the metal belt around my waist.  A shield connected to the

belt covered my cunt.  Two metal chains attached to the bottom of the

shield were drawn across my buttocks and attached to the metal belt in the

back.  This device allowed access to my ass, but absolutely no access to my

cunt.

   The fire that was rekindled by Evelyn and Monique in my ravaged cunt

would not be extinguished any time soon.

   "Walk around the room and try bending over.  I want to make sure the

belt isn't too tight," Dom said.

   It felt strange wearing a chastity best.  Usually my cunt was available

to everyone.  When I bent over the chains cut into my buttocks.  Dom made

some adjustments.  Finally she was satisfied that the fit was right.

   Dom escorted me back to the ballroom.  Before I left, I thanked the

doctor for helping me.  The Marquis waited on the raised platform as I

approached.  The crowd grew silent as I entered the room.  I could hear

whispering as I stepped up onto the platform.

   "Hey, what's going on here?" called out one of the guests.

   "Yeah!  What's with the chastity belt?" asked another.

   "We came to fuck the cunt not cover it!"

   General murmurings of discontent could be heard from many of the guests

throughout the room.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, I promised you a night to remember, and trust me

you will talk about the events of this evening for a long time to come,"

answered the Marquis.  "Unfortunately, when Dr.  Shakiro examined Gwen, he

discovered some tearing and bleeding.  If you're interested at all in the

grand finale that I have planned for you, then you'll trust me when I tell

you that Gwen's pussy needs some time to recover."

   "It's all Tim's fault!" one of the guests stated.

   "Yeah, he went too far," added another.

   Tim shrunk down in his chair, trying to avoid the negative attention he

was receiving.

   A woman at one of the front tables stood up.

   "Personally, I trust the Marquis's judgment.  Who else has provided high

quality videos that cater to our special proclivities?"

   All the guests seemed to be in agreement as they nodded and voiced their

approval.

   "Thank you, Mrs.  Fitzgerald, for the kind words of support.  As you all

know, my goal is to please you.  That's why you're here tonight, and you

have been a very receptive audience.  For the most part you have sat here

and watched Gwen being humiliated by some familiar faces and even used by

several of your fellow guests.  Now it is your turn," proclaimed the

Marquis.

   The group broke out in applause as they all sat on the edge of their

seats in anticipation.  This is what they had been waiting for.  I dreaded

the thought of what they might do to me.

   "Now I could simple let all of you fuck her or deep throat the bitch,

but you can rent a video at any adult store that is just as unimaginative.

That would simple be more of the same old thing and you deserve better,"

said the Marquis.

   The group approved.  They liked what they were hearing.  The Marquis had

them eating out of the palm of his hand.  He was able to maintain control

of the group of oversexed deviants that were ready to pounce on me.

   "We're going to give Gwen an incentive to perform like she's never

performed before, and I want all of you to help me prepare her for this

performance.

   The Marquis stood in front of me and lifted my tits in his hands.  They

were already heavy from the milk that I was quickly producing.  He examined

the small rubber bands covering my nipples to ensure that they were secure.

   "Evelyn, bring over the first container," said the Marquis.

   Evelyn walked over carrying a clear glass container filled with bugs.  I

felt horror unspeakable.  He was insane!  What was he doing!

   I started to cry.  Oh God, why was this happening to me?

   "What are they?" I wailed.

   The Marquis laughed sardonically as he put on a pair of latex gloves.

He reached in the jar and picked up one of the creatures.

   "These, my dear Gwen, are leeches!" he said sadistically.

   "Noooooooo!  Get that hideous thing away from me.  I can't stand bugs!"

I screamed as I tried to back away from the Marquis.

   Dom stood behind me and smacked my ass, ordering me to assume the

position.

   It was true.  I hated bugs since I was a little girl.  It was one of my

phobias.  I couldn't stand being around them.

   The guests were thoroughly enjoying my distress.

   "Do you know what leeches feed on?" the Marquis asked me.

   "No," I replied.

   "Blood!  They thrive on blood, and I have many of the little critters

who are very thirsty right now," he chuckled as he put the leech back in

the jar.

   "Please don't do this to me," I begged him as I dropped to my knees and

wrapped my arms around his legs.  "Please have mercy on me.  I'm so scared

of bugs.  I'll do anything you ask, but please take the leeches away."

   "Gwen, stop this right now and get back into position," Dom ordered as

she pulled me up by my hair.

   I was a mess, but I knew I was making matters worse.  Nothing I could

say or do would stop the Marquis from having his way with me.  I tried to

regain my composure as I put my hands back behind my neck and spread my

legs wide.  My outburst had only added to the audience's enjoyment.  After

all they were here to see me suffer.

   I found it hard to breathe as I fought to get air in my lungs.  I was

lightheaded.  My huge breasts rose and fell seductively on my chest with

every breath I took.  I could hear my heart beating.

   "Are you quite done with your little display?" asked the Marquis.

   "I'm sorry, sir," I whispered.

   "Now, what part of your body do you think might be a good source of

blood for these little suckers?" the Marquis asked.

   "I don't know, sir," I answered meekly.

   "Oh Gwen, I think you know.  Let's try to figure this out together.

Let's say we had a large number of leeches that needed to feed.  If you

were me, where might you place the little creatures on your body," he

asked.

   "I'm not sure, sir.  I never thought about having disgusting creatures

like that anywhere near me," I answered as I began to shake.  I wanted to

be strong, but I couldn't help myself.

   "Well, let's think about it now.  If we have a large number of leeches,

and by the way, we do.  We would need a large area for them to feed on.

Think about it.  What is the key word?" he asked.

   I now knew what he intended to do.  Oh God, how could he even consider

doing that to me?

   "Answer me!" he demanded as he slapped the side of my left tit with his

latex gloved hand.

   "Aaaaaggghhhhh!" I screamed as I reached down to rub my throbbing left

tit.

   "Don't you dare!" he screamed as his left hand smacked my right tit.

"Get your hands locked behind your neck and don't you dare even think about

trying something like that again.

   The crowd loved it.  The more I was humiliated, the more genial they

became.  The Marquis was their idol.

   I began to cry as tears streamed from my eyes.

   "Now answer me!  What is the key word?" he demanded.

   "Large," I relented and answered him.

   "Yes, precisely.  Large!  Now that wasn't too hard to figure out, was

it?"

   "No, sir," I answered.

   "Good!  And what part of your body is large, Gwen?"

   "My tits?" I whispered.  My voice cracked as I was forced to give him

the only answer he would accept.

   "Yes, you have large tits.  You have very large tits.  Actually, your

tits are enormous!" he exclaimed.  "Would you agree?"

   "Yes, sir, I have enormous tits," I answered.

   "Now, think about this carefully.  If you have many leeches that need to

feed on human blood, and you need a large area for them to feed on, what

part of your body would you attach them to?" he asked.

   I hesitated but only for a moment; for I knew there was only one

acceptable answer.  I also knew that if I didn't answer immediately, I

would suffer more punishment and embarrassment in front of this sick and

perverted group.

   "My tits," I whispered.

   "I don't think our guests could hear you, Gwen.  Please repeat what you

just said."

   "My tits," I said louder.

   The audience applauded.

   "Let me make sure I understand you correctly.  You think I should place

all these leeches on your tits?" he asked.

   "Yes, sir," I answered as another tear ran down my left cheek.  I was

getting lightheaded.  I was filled with terror at the thought of what he

intended to do to me.

   The Marquis turned to the audience.

   "Would you agree?  Do you think Gwen's tits are a good place to attach

these little bloodsuckers?  Do you think we should cover her luscious

globes so that these little critters can suck the blood out of her until

she's satisfied each and every one of you?" asked the Marquis.

   Pandemonium broke out as the guests rose to their feet and cheered the

Marquis.  Now this was different!  This had never been done before.  He

planned on covering my tits with leeches that would suck the blood right

out of me.

   I cried uncontrollably to the delight of the audience.  I was miserable,

and they loved it.

   The Marquis took one of the leeches out of the jar and placed it on the

outer edge of my right areola.  I cringed in disgust at the creature that

attached itself to me.

   The Marquis leaned in close to my ear.

   "Listen to me and listen carefully," he whispered.  "This is necessary.

I needed to protect your pussy which I could do with the chastity belt, but

I also needed to protect your breasts which you know I adore.  This is no

ordinary group of people, Gwen.  I have to let them personally take you one

way or the other.  I'm limiting their options by making your pussy and your

breasts unavailable.  The leeches make your breasts untouchable by them."

   "I don't understand," I barely whispered.

   "Gwen, you don't fully realize how ruthless this groups of individuals

can be.  I have seen some of the implements they brought with them tonight.

I have seen the skewers and the six inch needles and the branding irons

they brought in hopes of using them on you.  If I can limit their access to

only your mouth and your ass, I can keep things under control.  If they are

given free rein especially with your breasts, I can't guarantee they'll be

intact when the night's over."

   I guess I never fully realized exactly how dangerous this odd assortment

of individuals could be.  All I could do was trust the Marquis and hope and

pray I make it through the evening in one piece.

   "I think Gwen will cooperate now," said the Marquis as he showed the

audience the leech that was attached to my right tit.  "As you can see, a

leech attaches itself when it bites.  It will stay attached until it has

had its fill of blood.  It has been known to suck all the blood out of its

host, but I don't think Gwen will have to worry about that when you

consider the size of her tits."

   The audience was totally captivated by the Marquis and took in every

word he said.

   "You also might be interested in knowing that the leech secretes an

anticoagulant when it first attaches itself to the host.  Doesn't Gwen make

a fine host, ladies and gentlemen?"

   The audience applauded.  They were elated.  This is why they were here,

for something different.

   "Now, you're probably wondering why I selected leeches.  Well, for one

thing it has never been done before!"

   More applause broke out from the crowd.

   "Secondly, it will be an incentive for Gwen to aggressively please you

when you come forward to be serviced by her.  For, you see, the leeches

will not be removed from her tits until each and every one of you has cum

either on or in her."

   Everyone in the room was on their feet.  This was bizarre enough to

satisfy their perverted sexual appetites.

   "Gentlemen, you may want to sodomize her or maybe you would rather feel

your cock engulfed in her tight throat.  Ladies, Gwen is an expert at

eating pussy, and I can guarantee you that the studs in her tongue will

thrill you.  On the other hand, you may want to ravage her ass with a

strap-on.  The choice is yours."

   At this point there was no doubt who was in charge as the Marquis stood

to my side and took another leech out of the container.  He placed leeches

all around my right areola and then my left one.  I cringed in disgust as I

saw the creatures attached to my sensitive flesh.  I felt a slight stinging

sensation as they bit into my flesh and attached their suckers which would

draw blood for them to feed on.  How could I possibly bear having my

breasts covered with these bloodsucking predators?  He continued to place

the leeches in my cleavage and then he stopped for a moment to address the

audience again.

   "It appears that I'm having all the fun, and that's really not fair.  If

any of you would like to assist me, you will find latex gloves at your

table which you should wear to protect yourselves from the little critters.

We will bring Gwen to your table and you may join in the fun," said the

Marquis.

   Everyone was reaching for the latex gloves as Dom led me by the leash to

the first table.  The Marquis remained by my side and oversaw the placement

of the leeches.  As I moved from table to table, my tits bounced

seductively with every step I took.  Slowly my flesh disappeared as the

tops and sides of my breasts were being covered with the bloodsucking

parasites.  By the time I made it to the last table my breasts were

completely covered with leeches except for the undersides.  Leeches would

not be placed there.

   "Hey, her tits aren't totally covered with leeches yet," commented one

disgruntled guest.

   "And there's good reason for that.  The underside of her tits bouncing

and smashing against her chest can cause the leech to regurgitate its

stomach contents into the wound and quickly detach.  The vomit may carry

disease and increase the risk of infection.  I won't take that unnecessary

risk.  You're here to enjoy her degradation and humiliation but certainly

not to kill the poor girl," the Marquis calmly explained.

   This explanation appeased the protestor.

   "After all, I'm sure all of you are looking forward to many more videos

featuring Gwen's misadventures."

   I returned to the revolving platform.  I was a hideous site.  My huge

breasts were covered with at least two hundred of the slimey creatures that

were all at this moment sucking the blood from my body.  They all bit into

me with their tiny jaws and attached their suckers which would continue to

draw my blood until they were satisfied.  I felt an itchy sensation that

was increasing as time went on.  It was getting unbearable, but I didn't

have time to think about that!

   A large padded leather bench was placed on the platform.  I was led over

to the bench by Dom as bodyguards were posted at various points around the

platform to make sure that the situation didn't get out of control.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, let the debauchery begin," announced the Marquis.

"Please form two lines depending on your personal preferences."

   The lines quickly formed as the now nude guests formed lines anxiously

waiting to have their way with me.  There was a commotion in one line as

one of the bodyguards struggled with a guest.

   "Get your hands off of me.  You have no right," shouted the man who

obviously had too much to drink."

   "What's going on here!" demanded the Marquis.

   "This man had this in his possession, sir," explained the body guard as

he handed him a skewer that was well over a foot long.

   The Marquis was furious.

   "And just what did you intend to do with this, sir?" asked the Marquis.

   "All I wanted to do was pierce one of those huge ugly udders, that's

all," he said in his defense.

   "Get him out of here!  How dare you come into my home as my guest and

purposely defy me," yelled the Marquis.

   The man was dragged off by the bodyguard.  The night for him had ended.

The Marquis was not one to be defied.

   I climbed up on the bench on all fours with my huge tits alive with the

hundreds of leeches attached to them.  At the same time my breasts were

beginning to ache from the milk I was still producing.  The itching

sensation caused by the leeches only added to my distress.  I was terrified

by the slimey creatures as my heart raced at a frantic pace.

   I was slapped hard as a man stood behind me and ran his cock up and down

the crack of my ass.  It had begun.  At the same time a cock which was

already oozing precum was rubbed all over my face before its owner forced

it in my mouth and down my throat.  These were the first of an endless line

of cocks and pussies that violated me for the next few hours.  I lost track

of time as cum was pumped up my ass, down my throat, all over my face, my

back... I was covered in a thick layer of white goo.  Most of them were so

hot and horny, they didn't last very long.

   One of the women ordered me to lie on my back, and then she sat down and

ground her nasty pussy all over my face.  I sucked and licked vigorously

anxiously hoping to bring her to an orgasm as quickly as possible, I

desperately wanted this ordeal to end so I could rid myself of the slimey

creatures feeding on my tits.  She enjoyed smothering my nose and mouth

with her wet sloppy cunt, cutting off my air supply.  She laughed as I

twisted and turned on the bench, struggling as she suffocated me.  My tits

flopped wildly on my chest as I thrashed about on my back, close to passing

out from the lack of air.  Only when I was close to blacking out did she

allow me several breaths of precious air.  She finally started shouting and

screaming and grinding her pussy all over my face as her orgasm hit her.

   It went on and on, and I thought it would never end.  Most of the women

after that decided they too would sit on my face.  The men simply raised my

legs and buried their cocks up my ass.  At long last I could see that only

two people remained, a black couple.  Was it possible?  Was my ordeal

finally nearing an end?

   They were both tall, well over six feet.  The man's cock hung limp

between his legs.  I looked at it with dazed eyes.  Even in its limp state,

it was over ten inches long.

   The woman was an Amazon.  She was as tall as the man and very muscular.

   "Get back on your hands and knees, slut!" demanded the woman.

   I quickly obeyed.

   The man grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up brutally.

   "Well, Gwen, we finally meet.  My wife and I have spent many nights

watching your videos and dreamed that one day we might have an opportunity

to have our way with you.  This isn't quite what we had in mind, but it

will do," he laughed.

   "My wife, Trudy, prefers your ass, and plans on giving it a good work

out.  I think this is something you will remember for a long time," he

said, chiding me.  "I, myself, plan to see if you can deep throat my snake.

You may be the first.  It's never been done."

   I panicked when I say the strap-on she was attaching to her waist.  The

thing had to be four inches in diameter and at least ten inches long.  She

would rip me apart!  Where was the Marquis?  Did he know what was about to

happen to me?

   The woman stood in front of me and taunted me with the girth and length

of her large black phallus.  She slowly took a tube of K-Y Jelly and rubbed

it all over her fake cock.

   "Are you ready for the ride of your life, slut?" she hissed as she moved

to my rear and smacked my ass.  She then ran the monster cock up and down

the crack of my ass, teasing my rosebud with her huge weapon.

   Next she lined it up with my rectum and pushed forward.  My sphincter

didn't offer much resistance.  My ass had been violated so many times this

evening that I had lost count a long time ago.  The difference was that her

forward progress so slow because of the girth of the phallus.  My rectum

was being stretched beyond its limit as she forced it in me.

   "Aaaaaaagggggghhhh!" I moaned as I tried to relax and accommodate the

huge invader.

   The man stood in front of me stroking his large black cock as he watched

his wife.  Finally he grabbed me by the hair and started to slap me across

the face with his cock which still wasn't fully erect.

   "Lick it, slut.  I want you to lick every inch of my beautiful, black

cock.  That's it.  Get it nice and wet.  Mmmmmm those fucking studs in your

tongue feel so good."

   My tongue was all over his shaft as it continued to grow larger and

larger right before my eyes.  How long was the damn thing?

   "Now suck on my balls.  That's it.  Take them in your mouth.  Oh yeah,

that feels so good.  You're one fine cocksucker," he groaned.

   I sucked on his balls and then worked my way back up his long, thick,

black shaft.  It seemed to go on forever.  I knew it was well over a foot

long, but how much more I didn't know or really care.  I was exhausted.  My

mouth and ass had been violated constantly for hours, and I needed to rest.

   My tits were sore, and I could see that the slimey leeches had grown in

size probably from all of the blood they were sucking out of me.  I hated

them.  I wanted them off of me.

   "Now, take my cock in your mouth.  That's it.  Yes, suck on the head of

my cock.  Oh, that feels so good.  Now take more," he said as he held my

head and pushed forward burying his cock to the back of my throat.

   His cockhead was tickling my tonsils, but I could still see over a foot

of cock stretched out before my eyes.

   Meanwhile, his wife, Trudy, worked feverishly as she pushed her thick

phallus up my ass.  I felt so full.  Progress was slow but inch by inch the

black monster disappeared.  She moaned loudly as she stroked it into me.

   "Fuck my asshole, that's it, pound my butt, impale me with that big fake

cock.  Rip me apart," I screamed as I held the black snake in my hand.

   This spurred her on, and she redoubled her efforts.

   "Alright, slut Gwen, now it's time to bury my cock in your throat.  He

held my head as he pushed forward.  My well used throat easily accepted his

cock.

   "God, you're throat is so tight," he exclaimed.  "I want you to take is

all!"

   He kept pushing and inch by inch his cock disappeared from site.  My

mouth was stretched to the limit, and my nostrils flared as I fought to get

air in my tortured lungs, He was inexorable as he continued to push,

determined to bury his whole cock down my throat.

   "Soon my cock will be in your belly, you slut, all eighteen inches of

it. No one has ever taken all of it, not even my wife, but you will even if

it kills you," he hissed.

   I moaned around his cock invading my throat.

   He continued to push as his forward progress became slower and more

difficult.  My throat was constricting around his large cock, trying to

force it out.  He backed out a few inches and then pushed forward again

gaining more ground.

   Trudy was groaning constantly now as her massive phallus pushed against

my colon.  I would have protested, but my mouth was filled with black cock

that threatened to choke me to death.

   They pushed from both ends as my tits bounced wildly under me covered

with the leeches that would not relent in their quest to drain me of my

blood.

   Finally the man, still unable to get the last few inches of his monster

cock down my throat, eased up a little.  He backed his cock out of my

throat and allowed me a chance to catch my breath as his cock lay on my

tongue dripping precum.  God, he had to be close.  I was exhausted.

   "You're cock is so big.  I love your big, black cock in my throat," I

said as I nibbled on the head of his cock.  "Come on, give it to me baby.

Bury that black monster in my belly."

   This excited him ever more as he worked his cock in and out of my throat

with long, steady strokes.

   Trudy was battering my colon and the pain was intense.  She now was

withdrawing her weapon five or six inches and then driving it back in me

with all her might.  At this rate she might very well break through my

colon.

   "Fuck me harder, Trudy.  You can do better than that," I said, trying to

drive her over the edge.

   "You went it harder?  You'll get it harder, you big titted bimbo," she

screamed as she quickened her pace, getting herself more excited.

   "That's it, slut.  Your throat feels so good, and you're taking it good.

Only a couple of more inches to go and you'll have it all.  I bet my cock

will be sitting in your belly before I'm done with you," he laughed.

"That's it, suck it as I drive it and out of your throat."

   I sucked voraciously on his black snake as I pushed back meeting each of

Trudy's vicious thrusts.

   I was being tossed too and for like a rag doll.  I was ready to pass

out. It seemed as if they would never finish with me.  I just wanted it to

be over.  I didn't even cum once during this whole ordeal with the

Marquis's perverted guests.

   "Oh my God, I'm cumming!!!!" Trudy screamed as she lay across my back

spasming with her thick black cock still buried in my rectum.

   "Oh yes, baby, I'm close too," the man announced as he backed off and

then drove his cock forward while holding my head in his hands.

   To my dismay I discovered that my nose was buried in his pubic hair.

   "I did it!  My God, I did it!" he screamed.  "My cock is all the way

down your throat."

   He held my head tightly to him as he looked down in disbelief, but he

was right.  His whole cock, all eighteen inches was in me.  I thrashed my

head back and forth, for I couldn't breathe.  He cut off my air supply.  He

held me so tightly that my nose was buried in his pubic hair.

   And then I felt his cock swell, and I was filled with hope.  He was

close, and I sucked as best as I could with his cock buried eighteen inches

in my throat, and, when he loosened his grip on my head, I pulled back a

few inches and then pushed forward.

   "I'm cumming!" he screamed as his hot jism shot directly into my belly.

"That's it take it all, bitch.  Take all my cum in your belly.  Oh God,

that feels so fucking good!"

   He seemed to shoot cum in my belly forever, but finally he slowly

withdrew his snake from my throat and deposited the last of his cum on my

face.  With his cock he rubbed it all over my cheeks and mouth and eyes.

   "Mmmmmmm, that tastes so good," I said, playing the role of the nasty

slut just like he expected.

   "That was quite a display," announced the Marquis as Monique and Evelyn

helped me up.  I was unable to walk.  I was so exhausted and my tits were

bloated and throbbing.  I was just glad that this evening was finally over.

   They took me back to the dressing room where Dr.  Shakiro was waiting

for me.  I was first taken to the bathroom where any cum remaining in me

drained out of my battered asshole.  I then urinated under the watchful

eyes of Evelyn and Monique.

   I lay down while the doctor examined me.

   "First of all we need to get the leeches off of you immediately," he

said.  "Unfortunately, this is a slow process, since we can't simply pull

them off."

   "Why not?" I asked.

   "Well, Gwen, if I rip the leeches off, not only will they take away a

chunk of flesh in their teeth, they'll also leave you with a bloody mess

that will take an hour to stop bleeding," explained the doctor.  "Not to

mention that you would than be more susceptible to infection."

   I started to cry again.  I couldn't help myself.

   "Don't worry, it's not that bad.  I'm going to use a small scalpel to

break the seal of the oral sucker at the anterior end of the leech, and

then I'll repeat the process at the posterior end which will then allow me

to lift the leech off with minimal damage to you.  Trust me.  I know what

I'm doing," Dr.  Shakiro said reassuringly.

   "Thank you, doctor," I said somewhat relieved.  He seemed to know what

he was talking about.

   It took him almost 45 minutes to get all of the leeches removed.  As he

removed them one by one blood oozed from the wound inflicted by the

bloodsucking little bastards.  Dr.  Shakiro pressed gauze pads soaked in

peroxide against the wounds to stop the bleeding.

   "Evelyn, hold these pads against the wounds until the bleeding stops so

I can continue removing the leeches," the doctor ordered.

   And so it continued, the slow process of removing the reluctant little

blood suckers who feasted on my warm blood, followed invariably by the need

to stop the bleeding which flowed freely from each wound.

   After finally removing the last leech, the doctor bathed my tits with

warm soapy water.  He again applied peroxide to all of the affected areas

as a precaution.

   "Gwen, I want you to take this," he said as he handed me a glass of

water and a pill.

   "What is it?" I asked.

   "It's an antibiotic to guard against infection.  You'll need to take one

table every twelve hours for the next ten days.  Also, take this pill.

It's an antihistamine in case you experience any itching.  It's important

that you don't scratch as this may complicate healing and introduce other

infections not to mention the possibility of scarring."

   "Thank you, doctor," I said, feeling somewhat relieved.

   "Doctor, we have drawn a hot bath for Gwen," Evelyn said.

   That's what I needed, a hot bath and then bed.  I was exhausted.

   "Yes, I'm sure she'll need it before the night is over," Shakiro

whispered.  "Oh, and she must wear a bra.  Her breasts must not be exposed

or the bleeding will start up again."

   "I'll let the Marquis know immediately," said Monique as she left the

room.

   I wonder what he meant by his remark.  I satisfied every one of the

Marquis's guests.  The evening as far as I was concerned was over.

   Evelyn removed the chastity best and the rubber bands covering my

nipples.  The hot tub felt wonderful as I lay back and soaked in the tub.

   My breasts were sore and stung from the many punctures inflicted upon

them by the leeches, but I found the warm water soothing.  I began to doze

off.  It was so quiet and peaceful here.

   "Gwen!  Gwen!  We must hurry," Evelyn said as she touched my shoulder.

   "What?  What's the matter?" I asked as my head began to clear.

   "It's time to get out of the tub, Gwen."

   "Can't I stay here for just a few more minutes?" I asked.

   "No, Gwen, I'm sorry, but we must hurry.  I've let you stay in here too

long already," she said.

   "I don't understand," I said confused.

   "You need to get ready.  Please hurry," Evelyn said.

   "Get ready for what?" I asked.

   "You still have one more appearance to make, Gwen, and the Marquis is

waiting," Evelyn replied.  "He's amused the guests with some of his other

girls, but they want you."

   "I can't go back out there," I said in a panic.  "I can't take them all

on again.  I just can't do it."

   "You don't have to, I promise.  Not one of them will touch you again

this evening."

   "You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Evelyn?" I asked.

   "I know for a fact that not one of them will touch you again tonight.

Here, drink this," Evelyn said as she handed be a glass.

   "What is it?" I asked.

   "Just something to relax you," she said.

   I looked at the glass and became suspicious.

   "I'm not really thirsty," I said, putting the glass down.

   "Look, Gwen, I'm not going to force you to take this, but if I were you,

I would," she said.

   "I won't take it unless you tell me what's in it," I said.

   "It's orange juice with a small dose of GHB," Evelyn said.

   "What's GHB?" I asked.

   "It's a prescription drug that will help you relax and get through the

rest of the evening," she explained.

   I thought about it for a moment, and then decided to drink it.  I

doubted that the Marquis would give me something that was harmful.

   Get me through the evening?  I was beginning to think that I might not

make it through the evening.  I thought the evening was over.  How much

more was expected of me in one night?  Could this evening still be my

undoing?

   "Hurry and get dressed!  Actually all you really need is your red

stiletto heels," Evelyn said.

   Just then Monique returned with one of my red bras.

   "I'm sorry I took so long, Evelyn.  The Marquis debated the matter for

some time before he sent me upstairs to get a bra.  I went as fast as I

could."

   The chambermaids then applied antibiotic ointment to my bruised and

swollen breasts before I put on my bra.

   Ten minutes later I walked back into the ballroom feeling somewhat

refreshed.  Actually I felt much better and so relaxed.  I felt so sexy

walking up to the platform in my seven and a half inch stiletto heels, and

red was definitely my color.  My tits bounced seductively on my chest

encased in my red bra, and I knew everyone in the room had their eyes on

me. They loved me.  Just the thought of the effect I was having on them

made me wet.  I felt like such a slut.  I smiled at the guests as I passed

by their tables.

   When I looked up on the raised platform, I couldn't believe my eyes.  Oh

my God, prancing around the platform was a Lipizzan Stallion.  I love those

horses.  My mom and dad use to take me to see their show every year.  It

was a family tradition.

   The Lipizzaners were originally from Austria.  In 1562 Archduke Karl,

ruler of four Austrian provinces, established a royal stud farm in Lipizza.

Fresh Spanish stock was systematically added to the blood line at intervals

to maintain the strength of the breed.  The fall of the Austrian House of

Habsburg in 1918 brought about the break up of the old Austrian Empire.

Lipizza became a part of Italy.  The Italian and Austrian governments

divided the Lipizzaner herd equally.  Part of the original royal line came

to the United States.  These were the horses I grew up loving.  I knew

everything about them, and now one was right here at the Marquis's estate.

Maybe this was the entertainment he was providing during intermission.

   The Marquis greeted me as I walked onto the revolving platform.

   "Gwen, you look absolutely lovely and so vibrant," remarked the Marquis.

"I hope you're feeling better."

   "Thank you, sir.  I feel so much better," I said lightly.

   "You seem very interested in this horse," said the Marquis.

   "Oh, I love Lipizzan Stallions, sir.  My parents took me to see their

show every year when I was a little girl," I said gaily.

   I don't know why I felt so lightheaded, but it wasn't a bad feeling.  I

was just glad I was feeling so much better.

   "I didn't know that.  Why, that's absolutely wonderful," the Marquis

replied.  "Have you ever ridden one?"

   "Oh, no," I said.  "The riders are all highly trained horsemen.  It

takes years of training before you are even allowed to mount one."

   "Well, then this is your lucky day!"

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "Gwen, today you're going to ride that stallion," he said smiling.

   I couldn't believe it.  Was he serious?  What an honor and privilege it

would be to ride a Lipizzan Stallion.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, for your enjoyment and for the final event of the

evening, Gwen will ride the Lipizzan stallion?"

   A roar of approval went up from the crowd as they applauded and voiced

their approval.

   I really wasn't sure I could do this.  I took some horseback riding

lessons when I was younger, but that was a long time ago.

   The Marquis walked me over to the stallion, and that's when I noticed

that he wasn't wearing a normal saddle.  Actually the harness looked rather

strange.  The leather harness rested on the horse's back.  It was strapped

to the horse in the usual way with a thick belly strap or girth, but then

there were six leather straps, three on each side of the horse that

supported a web of leather on the underbelly of the horse.  What was this

all about?  How could you ride a horse with that contraption?

   "I don't understand," I said.

   "You don't need to, Gwen.  Just trust me.  I know what I'm doing.  Come!

Let's get a closer look at the horse," he said.

   The Marquis led me under the horse to its hindquarters.

   "Feel his cock, Gwen," the Marquis ordered.

   For some reason I didn't see anything wrong with doing that.  I reached

up and touched his cock.  The skin was smooth and silky as it emerged from

its sheath.  As I stroked the stallion's cock I could see that his cock

head was slightly flared.  It was kind of like an elephant's trunk.  I was

fascinated by it as it grew longer and longer with each stroke.  You

couldn't measure his length in inches; you could almost measure it in feet.

The horse whinnied and stomped its feet.

   His pee hole was also large.  My God, was it large, and his balls were

the size of grapefruits.  He must produce an enormous amount of cum.

   "Do you like his cock, Gwen?" asked the Marquis.

   "I've never seen a horse's cock up close like this before," I said.

   "Yes, it's quite beautiful, isn't it.  It's not every day you get this

close to the cock of a Lipizzan Stallion," he added.  "Actually, it's quite

an honor."

   "It is?" I asked gaily.  God, I was feeling so relaxed.

   "Oh, yes, think about it.  How many women do you think have had the

honor of stroking the cock of such a beautiful animal?" he said.

   "Not many, I imagine," I replied.

   "No, not many at all.  And even less have had the honor of kissing a

Lipizzan cock," he said.  "Would you like to be one of the few to have that

honor?"

   I licked my lips as I continued to stroke the animal's beautiful cock.

It was so big.

   "Just lick the head of his cock, Gwen.  That's it."

   The horse whinnied as my tongue touched his massive cock.  I liked the

taste of it, and I licked it some more.  I never imagined that I would ever

even be this close to such a beautiful animal.

   "Take it in your mouth, Gwen.  You may never get another chance," he

whispered.

   Why not!  I already sucked off a dog tonight.  Why not suck on the cock

head of this beautiful Lipizzan.  My tongue ran over his large piss hole.

God, his head was so big.  I didn't know whether I could fit the whole

thing in my mouth.  I worked my lips over the head of his huge cock.  I

wanted to do this.

   "Good, Gwen.  Push a little harder and try to get his whole head in your

mouth.  I know you can do it, and you will make him very happy," the

Marquis coached me.

   The stallion stomped his hooves as I worked his enormous cock head into

my mouth.  I ran my studded tongue over his sensitive piss hole as he

reared back.  I could tell he liked what I was doing to him.  I was getting

more and more excited as his huge cock grew larger and larger as I sucked

on it.  My clit was tingling and my pussy was getting wet at the thought of

what I was doing to this fine beast.  I cupped his enormous balls.  I just

had to get my hands on them.

   "Come with me.  Let's get a good look at him," the Marquis said.

   I reluctantly stopped sucking on the stallions monstrous cock head.

   He led me around to the head of the horse.  He had beautiful eyes.  I

patted his head as he sniffed my tits.  I could understand why he would do

that.  They were my most outstanding feature.  Then one of the trainers

pulled on his reins, lowering his head.

   "Spread your legs, Gwen," the Marquis ordered.

   I immediately obeyed more from instinct than anything else.  The horse

sniffed my pussy and rubbed his nose against my clit.  My pussy was sopping

wet.  Sucking on his cock head got me so excited.  Then his large tongue

lapped away at my exposed clit.  I shivered as the horse's rough tongue

lapped up my juices.  It felt so good.

   I was still lightheaded, but it didn't matter.  Whatever was in that

drink certainly made me feel much better.  Everything seemed to be going

very well, and soon I would be riding a Lipizzan Stallion.  It was

something I dreamed of doing since I was a little girl.

   "Well, Gwen, I'm going to leave you with the trainers so that you can

mount the horse and get ready to ride," said the Marquis as he walked off

of the platform and over to one of the tables.

   One of the trainers led me over to the side of the horse.

   "You need to lay in the leather harness, miss," he said very

businesslike.

   "I thought I was going to ride the stallion," I said.

   "You are, miss.  Please just lay in the harness, and you'll soon

understand," he said.

   Confused, I got into the leather harness and lay back as I was directed.

Then each trainer took one of my arms and strapped them to one of the

leather straps holding the harness in place.  Then they strapped my knees

to the middle straps, spreading my legs wide.  My feet were strapped to the

other leather straps attached to the harness.  Now, I definitely knew

something was wrong.

   "Why am I strapped under the stallion?" I asked one of the trainers.

   "You can't ride the stallion unless you're strapped in," he answered.

   I was strapped under the horse in such a way that my legs were spread

wide and my pussy was fully exposed.  As I looked down my body, to my

horror, I could see that the stallion's huge cock was in direct line with

my vulnerable pussy.  I should be scared.  I should be screaming for help,

but I didn't.  For some reason, I felt calm and even excited at the

prospect of riding the stallion.  What was wrong with me?  Maybe it was

that drink they gave me?

   There were three trainers in all.  One of them led the stallion around

the outside of the platform while the other two attended to me.  They were

constantly making adjustments to the harness as I swung back and forth with

the gait of the beautiful beast.

   Then one of the trainers lined the horse's giant cock up with my opening

and the head slipped in.  The horse whined and picked up its pace as the

swinging motion forced its huge cock deeper into my cunt.  He was so big,

and it felt like a baseball bat was being rammed up my hole.  The stallion

broke into a trot, and I was swaying back and forth in the harness while

the horse's monster cock sawed in and out of my constricted cunt.  The

sensation of fullness was extraordinary and also painful.  I felt pleasure

and pain at the same time.  It was hard to explain.  The large cock

stretched me to new limits, and now I knew why the Marquis had my cunt

enlarged with the progressively larger dildos.

   By the time the stallion was making a third circuit around the platform,

his huge baseball bat sized cock was ramming my insides with every step.  I

was on fire, and I knew I would soon have an orgasm.  The trainers made

several more adjustments to the straps and now the stallion was pounding my

cervix unmercifully as he trotted around the platform.  He whinnied and

sidestepped several times as my cunt muscles squeezed his huge cock.

   I was delirious by the end of the sixth circuit and my body began to

jerk uncontrollably as my orgasm reached its zenith, but there was no

respite.  The horse continued its gait as it continued circling the

platform.  I was numb and thrilled at the same time, but there was no time

to recover as I started to build towards another orgasm as the stallion's

cock pistoned in and out of my battered cunt.  My body shook uncontrollable

as my pussy spasmed around the enormous cock that was unrelenting as it

continued to pound and batter my cervix.

   The trainers made some more adjustments to the straps and now the

stallion's cock was reaching new depths as it pounded my cervix harder with

each thrust.  Fear set in as I remember the champagne bottle that broke

through my cervix earlier that evening.  The pain was unbearable, and I

didn't want to experience that again.

   The Lipizzaner picked up its pace which only served to increase the

speed of the huge horse cock that was violating me.  My cervix was being

pounded with tremendous force.  Like a tight sphincter it seemed to yield

to ever increasing pressure and it began to dilate.  Pain and pleasure

intermingled as another climax hit me hard, but the pounding continued.

His huge cock didn't miss a beat as it pistoned deeper and deeper into me

like a well oiled machine.

   "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" I screamed as my body spasmed out of control.  My

clit was hard and sensitive to the touch, but there was no mercy as my poor

nub was rubbed with every thrust of this mighty beast.  The pain from the

pounding of my cervix was indescribable, but the pleasure I felt at the

same time offset it for the most part.  It made it bearable.

   Applause and roars of approval could be heard throughout the room.  The

guests were getting exactly what they wanted.  They wanted the bizarre, the

unthinkable, and they were getting it.

   I was not allowed to come down as the battering of my cervix continued.

It was dilating to accommodate the stallion's girth, demanding to be let

in. The trainers made more adjustments to the straps which allowed the

harness to swing backwards even more so that the large horse cock was

battering my cervix harder, faster, and deeper with every thrust.  My

cervix continued to dilate more and more.

   "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me, you bastard!" I screamed as the stallion

penetrated my cervix and entered my uterus.

   "Aaaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as the

penetration continued with every thrust of the stallion's mammoth cock.  My

cuntal muscles clung to the giant monster as it pistoned in and out of me

with every step it took.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" I moaned as another orgasm washed over me, but the

pounding continued and my cervix, which was now fully dilated, was the

beast's passageway to my womb.  The stallion violated my womb with every

thrust of his massive cock.  My head whipped to the right and then the left

as I was being fucked like I had never been fucked before.  The Lipizzan

was reaching new depths never before explored by man or beast, and the very

thought of it excited me even more.

   I whipped my head back and forth.  Was this really happening to me?  Was

I being penetrated by the cock of the stallion that I grew to love as a

child?

   Once more the stallion's pace picked up and his cock pistoned into my

womb at a frantic pace.  I was being thrown to and fro like a rag doll on a

stick.  The pain in my belly was intense, but the pleasure I felt was

equally intense.

   "Fuck me!  Drive that fucking cock all the way in me, you brute!" I

screamed as I thrashed my head back and forth.  I was delirious.  I didn't

care.  Let him ruin me, and then it hit... another orgasm.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" I screamed at the intensity of this one.  I

thrashed back and forth in the harness as waves of pleasure moved up and

down my body.  Every nerve was alive and sensitive, but it wasn't over yet.

I now knew that this would go on until the Stallion came.

   "Cum in me!  Please cum in me!  I want to feel your hot cum filling my

womb," I groaned half delirious from the pounding my cunt was taking.

   The trainers made another adjustment to the straps.  I overheard them

talking.

   "That should let five inches of cock enter her uterus," one of them

said.

   "That should make him happy," the other snickered.

   Oh my God, were they serious.  He was already violating my womb.  Now

five more inches of his cock was going to be allowed to enter it!  He would

kill me!

   The Marquis came back onto the platform as the horse continued its trot

around the platform.  When the stallion reached the Marquis, it stopped.

   I lay in the harness with the stallion's cock just touching my cervix.

The stallion was agitated and stomped its feet.  It whinnied as the

trainers tried to hold him steady.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, are you enjoying yourselves?" asked the Marquis.

   Applause and cheers of approval once again could be heard throughout the

room.  So far the Marquis's affair was a success, but there was a price to

pay for that success, and I was paying it.

   "Isn't Gwen amazing!"

   More cheers went up from the crowd as I lay there in the harness under

this magnificent stallion with my body on fire.

   "Gwen, will perform a feat which has never been done before.  In a

moment our Lipizzan Stallion will stand on his hind feet which will drive

his enormous cock five inches into her womb."

   More applause greeted this announcement.

   The Marquis held his hand up requesting silence.

   "Please let me continue.  The stallion has already broken through her

cervix, and the tightness of her cervix should be enough to make the

stallion cum."

   "No!  No!  He's too big!" I moaned.

   "You can do this, Gwen.  I have faith in you," said the Marquis as he

left the platform.

   I was consumed with lust, but at the same time, the full realization of

what was about to happen hit me.  Tears welled up in my eyes as the

stallion once again broke out into a trot.  I was swung once more back and

forth in the sling while his immense cock pounded my cunt and entered my

womb.  I didn't understand.  The penetration wasn't any deeper than before.

   After making one more circuit around the platform, the stallion again

stopped.

   "UP!" commanded the trained, and the stallion rose up on his hind legs,

driving his monstrous cock deep into my womb as my body moved forward

impaling my cunt on his monster horse cock.

   "Aaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!" I screamed at the unbelievable penetration of the

stallion's cock.  I thrashed about, but this only excited him more and

stretched my cunt wider.

   He could hold this position on his hind legs for just so long and came

down on all four legs.  Mercifully his cock slipped out of my womb.  I

panted as I fought for air.  My relief was short lived as again the trainer

commanded the stallion up!

   "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" I screamed as again my womb was violated by his

cock.  This time the horse whinnied and pranced on his back legs.  Suddenly

I felt the first blast as a massive load of horse cum filled my womb.  I

shuddered as another climax hit me.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Cum in me!" I screamed.

   The stallion pranced on all four hooves as he whinnied and shook his

head back and forth.  A second strong jet of cum hit every corner of my

womb.  That was followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, and

finally a seventh pulse of sperm that flooded my body to overflowing.  By

the third blast the stallion's cum was gushing out of my hole.  The

trainers scooped up as much cum as they could and rubbed it all over my

body as I continued to spasm under the stallion.  It was like a tidal wave

as climax after climax racked my overcharged body.

   When all was said and done, my face, tits, abdomen, and legs were

covered with the stallion's cum.  The trainers released me, and I was

helped to the front of the platform.  I couldn't stand on my own two feet.

Grace walked up to me and caught some of the cum dripping from my battered

cunt and rubbed it in my hair.

   "There, Missy," now isn't that better?" she laughed as she walked away.

   The Marquis once again took charge and addressed the audience.

   "Well, isn't Gwen every bit the slut I told you she was?" asked the

Marquis.

   Cheers went up from the elated gathering as they stood.  The Marquis was

their hero.  They also knew that after tonight a DVD of the night's

activities would be available for everyone present.  I later learned that

no less than 10 cameras had filmed the action of tonight's activities from

every angle possible.

   Evelyn and Monique led me from the ballroom to a rousing round of

applause from the guests.  Returning to my quarters with horse cum

constantly dripping from my battered cunt, I passed out.