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Chapter 2

A mansion stands atop a hill in a desolate area. The grounds are well kept and surrounded by an eight foot high electrified iron fence. I am taken in through a back entrance and turned over to two women who are expecting me.

"You're late, Nick. We expected you over an hour ago," says one of the chambermaids.

"I know. Something came up and we were detained."

"My, my but she has big ones, and I see you've given them a lot of attention. Did you disinfect her nipples after piercing them?"

"No, I didn't have time. Just some alcohol."

"Well, at least this time you remembered to pierce them."

One of the chambermaids returns with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and swabs it all over my tits. My nipples sting and burn.

"Let's get her cleaned up. The Marquis's not going to appreciate what you've done to her nipples. How many times have you been told not to be so rough?"

I am taken to a large and luxurious bathroom where I am allowed to take a bath and soak.

"Rest well, my dear, you'll need it for what you're about to go through."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You have been chosen."

"What do I mean I have been chosen? I was told my husband's life was in danger."

"Your husband isn't in any danger. You are. You probably will never see your husband again. You have been chosen."

I grow hysterical. I don't understand. I am confused. What does she mean, I have been chosen. Chosen for what? Is this some kind of joke?

"What have I been chosen for?" I ask.

"I shouldn't be talking to you. I can get into a great deal of trouble. The Marquis would not approve."

"Who is the Marquis?" I ask.

"The Marquis is very rich and powerful and always has his own way. When he sees a woman he likes, he makes her his own and does with her whatever he wills. He has chosen you, unfortunately, and he will torture you and degrade you and do whatever he chooses with you. When he is done with you, you will be given to the dogs."

I panic. A feeling of hopelessness fills me. I begin to cry uncontrollably.

"Don't cry. Do everything you are told to do and things may be different for you. Maybe he will be merciful and let you go.

I am tired, weary, horny, and in dire need of rest. I am led to a large bed chamber. I am told to lie down on my back. Then I am shackled to the bed - one arm and one leg to each bedpost. I fall off into a restless sleep as more ointment is applied to my sore and battered breasts. As I drift off to sleep, I think about the events of that day and the abuse I've suffered. Only this morning I was just a housewife who led a normal life devoted to one man, my husband Bill. That has all changed so quickly. Today I've been sodomized and forced to deep-throat another cruel and vicious overweight pig of a man. My dreams are nightmares of torture and degradation.

The next morning I am woken up at 6:00 AM. The same two chambermaids attend to me. I am again bathed and given a rub down which I find soothing and relaxing. Next I am fitted with a leather collar that has a D-ring attached to it. I am also fitted with leather wrist cuffs and over the knee boots with four inch heels that have their own D-rings. I wonder what they are for. Next a full head mask made of the finest leather is fitted to my head. There are two slits in the front of the mask - one for my nose and one for my mouth. The mask laces up the back and there is a D-ring attached to the top.

I feel strange. I am in total darkness and this frightens me. Also everything sounds muffled since my ears are totally covered by this head mask. I feel an impending sense of doom.

A chain is attached to the ring at the top of the mask. My arms are drawn up in back and both rings on my wrist cuffs are attached to the other end of this chain. If I drop my hands at all, my head is pulled further back. As it is, my head is drawn back in an uncomfortable position and there is no slack in the chain. My breasts jut out and are more vulnerable than ever. I am still horny and would love to cum. What am I becoming, a slut?

One of the chamber maids says, "You are finally ready to meet the Marquis except for those rings in your nipples. They must be removed. The Marquis says you are special."

The rings are taken out of my nipples. I am then led down a series of corridors and brought into a room and seated on a stool. I find it difficult getting used to walking on four inch heels. My toes point down almost like a ballerina. My calves are taunt.

The Marquis approaches. I can sense his presence but, of course, I cannot see him. I can feel his breath on my neck.

He takes each of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and begins to apply pressure. The pressure increases as he speaks to me.

"Welcome to my humble abode, Mrs. Donohue. May I call you Gwen? Of course, I can. I hope you have been treated well. I find your breasts fascinating," he whispers in my ear as he squeezes harder and twists my hard erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Your nipples are so long."

Now we know why the rings were removed form my nipples. I was probably better off with them. My nipples are so sore, but I seem to be strangely aroused by the attention he is giving them.

"I hope you enjoy pain, my dear, because I enjoy inflicting it on young women like you." He then releases my hands. I move my neck trying to get some of the cramps out.

I hear everything in very muffled tones and the atmosphere is almost surreal. Is this really happening? The pain emanating from my tits tells me it is real.

"Well, enough talk. Let us begin your training and initiation into my little family."

He releases my nipples and then bends down and catches my right nipple between his teeth. He grates his teeth back and forth sending shooting pain throughout my tit. He releases my right nipple and performs the same act on my left nipple. I instinctively try to pull away, but this only adds to my agony. He releases my left nipple and laughs. My pussy is wet, and I'm really getting turned on. It's strange that such pain would get me horny. What's wrong with me?

"My dear, are you sensitive about your tits. Did you ever feel self-conscious because you have such gigantic mammaries? I think I'll make you my little cow. I'll make your tits even bigger than they are now. Oh, my dear, you're going to experience things you never thought were possible or imaginable. Mark my words."

He removes a leash from the side wall and attaches it to my collar. He then leads me across the room with me crawling on all fours like a dog to a low table and then makes me crawl up on it on my hands and knees.

An enema bag is then brought in and the tube is shoved up my ass and the valve is opened. Warm liquid flows and fills me. The bottle is emptied and a new one is attached. I feel as if I am going to burst. I begin to cramp. This is an outrage. I can't take any more. Finally the valve is closed, the tube is removed, and my ass is corked with a butt plug.

God, I feel full. My belly is distended and I look like I'm pregnant. Someone please help me. Where is my Prince Charming? Isn't there anyone who will come to my rescue? Bill, where are you? How much more of this can I bear! Oh, how I long for my soap operas. Oh, to go back to a simpler past.

"Get up on your knees and place your hands behind your head, Gwen, and don't lose a drop of that water. Do you understand? Also, spread your legs apart."

I scramble to get to my knees. Do I understand? Does he really expect me to answer with this hood covering my head? Suddenly my exposed breasts are smacked cruelly by a leather strap. Once, twice, three times across the nipples. Pain shoots through my tits.

"Do you understand? Acknowledge me!"

I quickly nod hoping to avert any further abuse.

"That's better. I demand total obedience. Now, put your hands behind your head and thrust out your tits"

Here I am sitting on my knees with a leather mask enveloping my whole head. My hands are behind my head, and my breasts are jutting out swaying pendulously on my chest fully exposed and begging to be abused. My stomach looks bloated and fat from the enema I am now holding in. My anus has a plug inserted to insure I lose none of the fluid. My stomach cramps are becoming worse. Just twenty-four hours ago I was minding my own business watching my favorite soap. What happened?

Well, enough reflecting. The Marquis approaches me with a rather large dildo that is two and a half inches in diameter, electrified, and covered with raised bumps. He inserts the end in to my cunt and begins to shove hard. I wriggle in pain as my cunt is being violated. After inserting four inches, he turns on the switch. It gyrates. He continues to shove it in my cunt - five inches, six, seven, eight inches. I took eight inches! I've never had eight inches in me. Bill is only five and a half inches long.

"My dear, you will be relieved of your enema when you come to a climax, and I will help you."

He walks to the wall and takes down a small whip that has many strands. He rears back and swings connecting with my left breast. I wince in pain. I instinctively pull back. The blows continue. First the left tit, then the right tit, then the left tit... I want to scream, but can't.

"My dear, when you cum, I will stop. Not until," taunts the Marquis as he picks up a device and turns a knob on it. My cunt comes alive with searing pain as electricity courses through it.

My breasts are being beaten senseless. In the midst of all this bizarreness and pain, my juices start to flow from the electricity being administered to the walls of my vagina. Something snaps in my mind. I thrust my tits out to meet the blow of the whip. I would scream harder, harder, but I can't. The hood prevents me from speaking.

"Yes," I think to myself, "Beat my tits. Hit those jugs. Show no mercy. Give me another jolt of electricity," as I grind my hips to the flow. I feel as if I'm going to lose my mind. All of a sudden I can bear it no longer and I cum. Actually I have three orgasms in a row.

There is a puddle below me. I sit in it panting.

"Get her out of my sight," says the Marquis in disgust.

What's in store for poor Gwen? Stay tuned - more to come.........

Chapter 3

The chambermaids lead me from the room with some difficulty because of the liquid which I have not yet released.

"Get her cleaned up, fed, and ready for the afternoon activities," orders the Marquis.

I am taken to the bathroom where I am allowed to relieve myself. Then my mask is removed and I am again bathed. Healing balm is applied to my battered and bruised breasts. It's amazing how fast it soothes and heals my huge mammaries. All of the restraints are put back on, but I win a reprieve from the mask.

"Get down on your hands and knees," says one of the chambermaids named Evelyn.

I immediately comply not wanting to provoke her. I don't know if I can stand much more punishment.

"Well, honey, I've been taking good care of you. Now it's time you took care of me," she says.

I watch in dismay as she lifts her mini skirt and exposes her naked cunt. I now know why I'm not wearing a hood.

"Stick your tongue out and get busy, now" Evelyn taunts.

What can I do? What choice do I have? Can I refuse? I am now about to sink to a new level of depravity – eating another woman's cunt. A musky smell assaults my senses as I lick out at her pussy lips and reach for her clitoris. I take her clit between my lips and suck and nibble on it. I run my tongue up and down her slit teasing her.

"Let's see some enthusiasm," she hisses as she grabs my head and grinds her cunt in to my face.

I suck and lick for all I'm worth. I stick my tongue up her hole as she continues to grind her cunt in my face. My nose is buried in her clit. I'm having a hard time breathing, but I feel a strange sense of arousal. I double my efforts driving her closer and closer to a climax. I can feel my own cunt twitching as I lick for all I'm worth. This is really turning me on. What a pervert I'm becoming.

She's close. I can sense it. All of a sudden she screams and my face is bathed in her juices as she shakes and twitches out of control. She pushes my head harder and harder into her cunt. I can't breathe. She finally lets up and moves her cunt back and forth bathing my face in her juices.

"Not bad, but not great," she remarks as she leads be back to the bathroom to clean up. After cleaning up, she makes me lick her cunt clean.

A leash is then attached to my collar and I am led like a dog into the kitchen. On the floor is a bowl filled with some kind of food. I am instructed to eat my lunch like a dog without the benefit of my hands.

I protest, "I can't eat like that..."

A paddle cracks across my left cheek. It is immediately followed by a smack to my right cheek which raises me off the floor. Two more smacks follow in quick succession.

A man says, "You dare to question the ways of the Marquis."

He raises me up by the hair to a kneeling position and backhands me across my left cheek. He does the same to my right cheek. I scream out in pain and cry convulsively."

"I hate big tits. Especially big, ugly jugs like yours. Eat your meal."

This guy means business. I scramble over to the dish and eat like a dog. I find it hard to get the food without the use of my hands, but I manage. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I lick the bowl clean.

I am then led back to my chamber where I am hung by a chain from the ceiling. Of course, the rings on my leather wrist cuffs are attached to this chain and then the chain is raised by means of a pulley until I are standing on my tiptoes. In this position I will rest.

After hanging there for an hour, every bone in my body aches. Especially acute is the pain in my lower back and my legs from trying to maintain my balance.

The Marquis walks in. I find him very attractive. He is tall, has dark hair, and piercing black eyes.

He walks over to me and I impulsively say, "Let me suck your cock."

I don't know why I said that. This is madness. This was not like me. I've always been devoted to my husband, Bill. It's just that I'm so aroused and have found no release. All I have on my mind is the fire in my cunt, and I need something to put it out.

He smacks me across the face with the back of his hand. This is unexpected and it twists my neck violently to the side. I cry out in pain.

"I will not tolerate filthy talk from my slaves. Only I and those I chose shall use vulgar language. Is that clear, you little whore?"

I feel humiliated and ashamed for speaking to him the way I did. He must think that I'm a tramp who offers herself to anyone. I don't think I made a good first impression.

"I'm sorry, Marquis. I'm sorry. It will never happen again. Forgive me."

He seems to calm down. He lifts my tits feeling their weight and admires them. He is mesmerized by the size and mass of my huge mammaries. My nipples are stiff and I'm aroused. He flicks out his tongue and licks my hard nubs sending waves of pleasure thoughout my body.

He stands back gazing at my tits. I am very self-conscious. This is one of those times that I wish I were a 32 BB instead of a 38 DD.

"You shall address me as sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," I respond meekly.

"I came hear personally to your chambers to let you know what I have decided to do with you. Until I saw you this morning, I wasn't sure. Now I am. You will do nicely. Your tits are magnificent and were meant to produce milk. You will be the first of a long line of human cows. How does that sound to you?"

I look at him incredulously. Human cow? What is he talking about? I don't want to be a cow.

He raises his knee and rams it into my crotch. I would double over, but I can't because of my bonds. My eyes are bulging out of my head.

"Don't you ever learn, bitch. Answer when spoken to. Now, how does that sound to you?"

"Whatever pleases you, sir," I say painfully.

I see the fury in his eyes. What did I say wrong? I certainly didn't do anything wrong. I'm not in a position to.

"You really piss me off," he says as he removes two alligator clips from his pocket with heavy lead balls attached to them by way of a two inch chain. He squeezes my nipples until they are pert and releases a clamp around each of my nipples. The teeth bite into my tender tit flesh and send my eyeballs rolling in their sockets.

I think to myself, "I wish I were dead. Anything is better than this." I almost pass out.

"I also will not tolerate sarcasm. Answer appropriately."

"I am here to serve you, sir. Do with me what you will."

"That's better. Much, much better. Now, since I can do with you what I will, then you won't mind if I release these lead balls?"

"No, sir," I reply. Do I have a choice?

"They are very heavy, and will pull cruelly on your nipples probably giving you a great deal of pain. Are you sure it's all right."

"Anything you want, sir."

"Well, all right then," he says as he releases the balls. My tits are pulled downward from the weight of the balls. They are actually quite heavy in spite of their size. Again, I am aware of acute pain centered in my now very sensitive one inch nipples. The balls hang below my breasts continually dragging my nipples down. The Marquis amuses himself with the balls. He pushes them making them sway back and forth. This only increases the pressure on my nipples. They feel as if they might fall off. What a dreadful thought to have. He continues to push them until they bang together.

"Look, I've created a set of knockers. Do you get it, Gwen. The balls are knocking together. They're knockers."

"Oh yes, I get it," I say.

"Then why aren't you laughing. If you think something is funny, laugh."

What choice do I have? I laugh. I feel unbearable pain, but I laugh. This is insane. It suddenly occurs to me. The Marquis is insane. I'm at the mercy of a madman. Oh my God, all is lost.

"That's better. I like it when you laugh. I want you to be happy."

He looks at my pubic hair and plucks a few strands. Obviously he finds this amusing.

Now, where was I before you distracted me? Oh yes, you will be the first human cow. Are you at all curious as to how this is possible?"

"Oh yes, sir, " I reply.

"Well, we have developed a new drug that will be injected through the nipple. This drug will create the body chemistry not unlike that of a pregnant woman. With the proper stimulation, your mammaries will respond and produce milk. How does that sound to you?"

"Whatever pleases you, sir."

"Oh, it pleases me," says the Marquis as he continues to play with the lead balls as at the expense of my nipples. "Your jugs are 38DD's now but when I'm through with you they will be immeasurable," he says while laughing insanely. "I've had my eyes on these tits for a long time. I've fantasized many a night what I would do to them once you were here."

I panic. What does he mean immeasurable. They're big enough. They're too big. I don't want them any bigger. This guy is nuts.

"Do you want larger tits, Gwen? You don't mind if I call your massive melons, tits, do you?"

"Oh no, sir."

"Do you want larger tits?"

Of course, I don't want larger tits. These are hard enough to carry on my slight frame. I'm lost in my own thoughts and can't focus. I can't believe he wants to do this to me.

Suddenly I'm jolted by a blow to my right tit. It smacks into my left tit which gets the large balls hanging from my tits swinging. They clank against each other as agonizing pain shoots through my nipples, but I feel a strange sensation below deep in my cunt.

"Are you being insolent," he hisses as he smacks my left tit.

"Oh no, sir."

"You'll like having large tits, won't you, Gwen?" he again asks.

"Yes, sir," I say trying to be as sincere as possible.