The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

 

Chapter 19

 

 

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I am granted a reprieve.  The rings are not activated during the night, but still I am unable to sleep. The events of the day pray on my mind and won’t grant me rest.  It all seems so surreal. Was I really dominated and humiliated by a woman with a cock?  Did she really use me in all my openings?  I feel so ashamed when I think of yesterday’s activities, but at the same time, I get aroused when I think of Claudette and giant cock. What have I become?  My pussy gets wet just thinking about what she did to me.

 

I see the doctor again today.  The Marquis wants me to have a thorough examination besides checking my hair.

 

My routine this morning undergoes a change.  After breakfast, a massage therapist is brought in for me.  I feel much better after her visit.  I am then allowed to rest until my appointment with the doctor at 11:00 AM.

 

Claire comes in for my scheduled milking before my appointment.  She is again very professional and all business.

 

Then Monique takes me to the doctor’s office.  I’m feeling so much better right now and wish that I didn’t have to see him. I’m plagued by flashbacks of my last visit.  I don’t trust him, and I’m sure the Marquis has no idea what he does.

 

Dr. Shakiro enters the room.

 

“Good morning, Gwen. It’s so nice to see you again,” he says.

 

Good morning, doctor,” I reply.

 

“Well, the Marquis is concerned that you may have suffered some ill effects from your activities of yesterday.  He has ordered a complete examination,” he informs me.

 

The doctor circles around me, ogling me with his lecherous eyes. 

 

“Please get up on the examining table,” he says. 

 

I sit on the table, and the doctor removes my bra.  Evidently he has one of those special remotes too since he’s quickly able to unclasp my bra.

 

“You can also take your boots off and then lie down on the table,” he says.

 

I comply.  After I lie down, metal bands clamp down over my wrists holding my arms down by my sides.  Also bands clamp down on my ankles and wider bands clamp down around my thighs just above the knee. I am effectively immobilized.

 

“Is this necessary?” I ask.

 

“This is standard procedure in my office, Gwen. No need to be concerned,” Dr. Shakiro responds.

 

He then pushes a button on the side of the examination table and my legs are spread wide exposing my private parts.  Another button lowers my legs at the knees. Still another button raises the head of the table so I am in more of a sitting position while another button pushes into the middle of my back causing my back to arch.  My breasts are now more prominently on display. This is a very awkward position, but I’m sure one that the good doctor finds pleasing to the eye.

 

“First of all, let’s check your hair. Then I can concentrate on the rest of your magnificent body,” chuckles the doctor.

 

He takes his ruler and begins to measure.

 

“Well, I could tell there was significant growth from yesterday the minute you walked in. Your hair is now six inches long!  It’s hard to believe. Technically, you shouldn’t have any hair on your head at all,” comments Shakiro. “Were you shocked at all yesterday?”

 

“Yes, several times,” I reply.

 

“I still think there is a correlation between the shocks to your system and the amount of growth,” he adds.

 

Unfortunately, I think he’s right, I hate to admit. It’s a high price to pay for hair.

 

“Well, let’s move on and check out your breasts. That was the Marquis’s primary concern,” says the doctor.

 

In a very professional manner he pushes and prods my breasts checking for any damage.  He then takes his stethoscope and has me take some deep breaths.  After that he presses on my abdomen and examines my arms.

 

“Well, my preliminary examination shows no serious damage, young lady.  But I’ll do some in-depth testing to be sure,” he informs me.

 

I breathe a sigh of relief. 

 

He looks at me strangely as if he’s considering something.  His eyes travel up and down my body.

 

“Before we continue I would like you to help me with a little experiment.  I’m in the process of developing a new drug, and I need someone to test it on.  You would be perfect, my dear.  And since I’ll be examining you anyway, I can see if this drug has any unusual side effects,” he says.

 

He’s mad!  He can’t do that to me.  The Marquis would never allow that.

 

“You can’t do that.  I’m here simply for an examination and nothing more. I’m not your guinea pig.  Please release me now,” I respond.

 

Dr. Shakira laughs sadistically. 

 

“I can do anything I want and I will.”

 

He goes to a cabinet and comes back with a syringe and a vial of liquid.  He prepares the syringe and holds it up before me.

 

“You’re probably wondering what this is for?  Well, rather than tell you, I’m going to let you experience it,” he laughs.

 

With that said he swabs my right arm with alcohol and empties the syringe in my arm.

 

“It will be a few minutes before the drug takes affect.  Let’s talk about the Marquis’ concerns.  First of all Claudette had a two inch needle much like this one.  Well, no fear, that could harm you in no way unless it was twisted and gouged around inside.  That’s wasn’t the case.  As a matter a fact, it would have been mush more effective if she had used a three inch needle that was of a slightly heavier gauge much like this one,” he says as he holds up a three inch need that looks extremely formidable.

 

I’m beginning to get slightly lightheaded much like I feel when I’ve had too much to drink. I also notice an itching in my crotch.

 

“Let me show you what I mean, Gwen” he says as he takes my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes. 

 

My nipple seems more sensitive than usual.  It is harder than normal and throbbing.  He then places the point of the needle on the center of my nipple.  Oh my God, he wouldn’t!

I’m reliving the horror of last night but this is worse.

 

“You see, my dear, Claudette would have gotten a much better reaction from you with this three inch needle,” he laughs.

 

With that he applies pressure and the point of the needle breaks through the tip of my nipple.  My jaw drops open in disbelief.  He’s really doing it.

 

“Please don’t! Not again,” I whimper.

 

“Oh yes, I want you to see the difference, my dear,” he says as he pushes driving the needle an inch into my nipple.

 

My breast is filled with pain as he continues to push the needle deeper and deeper into my nipple.  But in a way it’s different as my nipple gets harder.  Is this possible? One final push and three inches of needle is embedded in my breast.  I look down in horror, my mouth agape, unable to make any sound.

 

He moves my breast back and forth and I jump. I can feel the needle within but my breast is supersensitive.  It’s almost how my clit feels after coming to a climax.  I feel a tingling all over my breasts.

 

He then leans over and teases my nipple with his tongue.  The needle in my tit moves and my clit begins to tingle.  He takes my nipple in his mouth and grabs it with his teeth.  He pulls to the right and left and I moan as I feel the needle moving in my breast.

 

“Let’s try the other one now,” he says as he picks up another three inch needle and places the point on my right nipple. I jump. Just the contact of the needle on my nipple sends a jolt to my clit.  It’s as if every one of my nerve fibers is exposed.

 

“I see the drug is taking effect, and you are responding just wonderfully,” he laughs as he drives the point of the needle into my nipple. 

 

I can’t help but watch as he performs this sadistic act on me. As the pin enters my nipple, my clit begins to throb. I shutter.  What’s happening to me?  He pushes again driving in another inch, and I watch wide-eyed as my clit grows harder and tingles.  Another inch enters my nipple, and I find myself grinding my hips, my pussy meeting nothing but open air. I feel pain in my nipple but other parts of my body are reacting differently.

 

It’s all the way in.  Three inches of needle is embedded in each of my nipples and I’m getting excited.  What did he give me?  What was in that shot? I look at my poor nipples incredulously. It’s happening over again.

 

Shakiro then pushes my breasts to the right and then to the left, moving the needles within with each movement, and it excites me.  My pussy is getting wetter and wetter.  Something is happening within my body.  It scares me but excites me at the same time.

 

He sucks on my nipples hard, and I’m so much aware of the needles embedded in my nubs as he sucks on them. I try to thrust my tits up harder. My breasts are aching and on fire with a strange, deep burning, as though some venom is at work in my flesh. They ache and itch and I can do nothing about it.

 

Dr. Shakiro stands over me smiling. 

 

“You’re very needy right now, aren’t you, Gwen?”

 

“Oh God, yes,” I moan as I twist and turn in my bindings.  Everything is on fire. I need release.

 

He slides his fingers downwards and slips a single finger deeply into my pussy, teasing it around in me.  I go rigid, gasping, with my body arched up to his finger. He takes it out.

“No, please, put it back in me,” I cry.

 

He laughs.

 

“You want something in you, slut?” he asks.

 

“Oh God yes,” I moan in lust.

 

“Well, let me see what I can find for that nasty little pussy of yours,” he chuckles. 

 

I’m panting by now and overheating. I desperately need release. I have an itch that needs to be satisfied.  Shakiro returns with another syringe.

 

“What are you doing?” I cry.

 

“Oh just a little something for your clit.  Something I should have done the last time you were here.  This one shot will make it much larger. It’ll give you much more pleasure.”

 

Bigger!  More pleasure!  I can’t think straight.  I don’t know if I want that or not.  I need something in my pussy.  Maybe that will help.

 

Shakiro holds my clit between his thumb and forefinger and then takes the syringe and injects the solution into my clit.  He’s using me as his guinea pig!  He’s violating me and this has a strange kind of kinky appeal to me.

 

My clit throbs and then begins to grow right before my eyes. It is mind shattering.  I thought my clit was aching hard before, but as Dr. Shakiro sucks on it, it reaches a state of tortured engorgement I’ve never imagined possible. As his mouth leaves my clit, I can see that it is twice as large as it was before.  Is that possible? It’s huge, no longer peaking out from its hood but standing out large and bold.  It’s so sensitive.

 

I’m so fucking hot.  Somebody fuck me. Do something to me! I’m on fire. I’m such a slut!

 

“This new drug is working much better than I expected.  It’s surpassing my wildest expectations,” raves Shakiro.

 

“Fuck me, doctor! Please fuck me!” I scream as I grind my hips in the air.  My nipples tingle. I can feel the pins. I want him to touch them to move them in my nipples. Do something to me!  Don’t leave me like this!  I shake my breasts back and forth. I thrust my hips in the air.

 

The doctor stands by amused by my antics.

 

He comes in closer and lightly runs his finger over the tops of my breasts.  His touch is electrifying. 

 

“Do you want to cum, Gwen?” he asks.

 

“You know I want to cum, you bastard.  You did this to me,” I moan.

 

“Yes, I did, and my new drug is a major success.  You’re proving that right now!” he says as his finger lightly taps my engorged clit.  I jump.  His touch is magic.

 

“I can’t cum anyway – the rings,” I say with regret.

 

“Ah, but my drug can get you beyond the rings,” he says as he runs his hands over my inner thighs.

 

I hump the air trying to come in contact with his hand which is driving me crazy.

 

“What do you mean?” I ask my mind in a haze.

 

“When you reach the point of orgasm, you are shocked by the rings embedded in your nipples and your clit.  This immediately causes you to come down from that peak which you have reached until you reach a low point and the shocks terminate,” he says.

 

All this time his fingers trace patterns over my body causing me to shutter, aching for more.

 

“Yes, I know that,” I say irritated.  “It’s happened to me many times.”

 

“Well, with my drug, when the electric shocks hit, you don’t come down.  Of course, you feel the shocks as you normally would but you are able to ride them out until you reach a climax – a mind-blowing climax.  It takes a little longer, but it happens,” he says.

 

“You’re telling me that I can climax?” I ask incredulously.

 

“Yes, you can but there’s a price to pay – the shocks, and the window is very narrow.  You don’t have much time before the drug wears off. I gave you a very small dose,” the doctor says.

 

“Oh yes, please let me cum I’ll do anything. Please!” I beg.

 

“Anything, Gwen?” he asks.

 

“Oh God, yes, anything!” I moan as he continues to touch me.

 

“Alright, I’ll help you but only under certain conditions,” he says.

 

“Anything!”  I’m desperate, frustrated, horny, and going out of my mind.  My pussy is the center of my universe.

 

“First of all I will release your arms. From the time I release your arms you are to give your tits some attention,” he says.

 

“I can do that,” I moan. I would love to give my tits attention.

 

“You may not like what I have in mind, but it’s the only way,” he says.

 

“I’ll do anything,” I cry in frustration.

 

“Alright. You are first of all to play with those pins in your nipples.  Pull them out a couple of inches and then push them back in.  Push on your breasts moving those needles around inside them.  You are to smack your tits on their side, on the nipples, on the underside of your breasts. I want you to really abuse your breasts. You must do this until you cum,” he states.

 

He’s fucking sick.  He wants me to abuse myself!  Why doesn’t he pull on the pins?  Why make me do that to myself?

 

“Well, Gwen?”

 

I hate him.  He was supposed to check me out and make sure I was alright.  This is almost as bad as yesterday. I’m so horny. My enlarged clit is throbbing. My pussy is itching. I need release!

 

“I take it your silence means you don’t want to do this,” he says walking away.

 

“No, wait! I’ll do it,” I moan.

 

“Good!  Excellent! Now the second condition.  You are to let me put a dildo in your pussy,” he says.

 

“Yes,” I say quickly.  God just do it. I’m so fucking hot!

 

“Don’t be so fast.  Not just any dildo.  This is a special one,” he says as he walks over to the cabinet and retrieves a box.  “This is called ‘The Intimidator.” Ten inches long and four inches in diameter.”

 

“Four inches in diameter! It’ll rip me to shreds,” I scream.

 

“You underestimate the human body.  Your body is resilient, Gwen, and although it may be uncomfortable, you can accommodate ‘The Intimidator.’ The choice is yours,” he says smiling down on me no longer touching me.

 

I hump at the air in frustration. I try to move my legs to make contact with my clit. My breasts ache and tingle. I long to touch them.

 

“Alright! Alright! Fuck it! I’ll do it,” I moan still humping the air.

 

Dr. Shakiro smiles as he releases my arms from the metal bands.

 

“You may begin, Gwen,” he orders as he stands there and watches me.

 

My hands like magnets reach for my oversensitive tits. I squeeze my nipples feeling the pins buried inside.  I pull on the end of the pins slowly drawing the pins out of my nipples.  I groan as the pins retreat sending pulses directly to my enlarged clit. I look at my nipples fascinated as the pins withdraw slowly. Soon over two inches of the pins are out only less then an inch still buried in my nipple.  This is bizarre. I shouldn’t be doing this to myself.  It hurts but also sends shocks to my pussy and causes my clit to tingle even more.  I then start pushing them back in.  Oh God, they’re disappearing into my nipple.  I’m so sick but my breasts are so sensitive it’s starting to feel good.  What a perverted slut I am. 

 

I experiment and move the pins in and out faster and faster.  I push against the pins letting them explore new areas.  I’m getting so fucking hot doing this.  I’m such a slut. I’m so perverted.

 

The doctor then takes ‘The Intimidator’ and getting between my legs places it at the mouth of my pussy.  I’m sopping wet, but he reconsiders and coats ‘The Intimidator’ with K-Y jelly.  Then he pushes. It doesn’t move forward but the contact is wonderful.  I rotate my hips like a wanton slut wanting him to defile me, to fill me.  He maneuvers the head of the dildo so that my pussy lips surround it.  He pushes tentatively gaining maybe a half an inch but at least he’s in.  The end of the dildo is no where near the four inch diameter that awaits me.  This is only a warm-up.

 

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”

 

He pushes again, gaining another half inch.  My pussy lips are spread wide. My large throbbing clit can almost touch it!  I look down fascinated by the size of that thing as I slap my tits and pull on the pins.

 

Shakiro rubs my clit sending shocks through my system as he pushes with all his might sending three inches of ‘The Intimidator ‘ up my pussy and stretching my lips beyond belief. It feels like he’s going to rip me in two. I moan in pain but also lustful pleasure as I push the needles in and out of my nipples.

 

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!”

 

My pussy is stretched to grotesque proportions as two more inches enter me. The thought of how deeply it is violating me has a strange kind of kinky excitement to it.  I moan and move my hips as I abuse my tits playing with the pins and slapping my tits. Shakiro rubs and pulls on my clit driving me crazy, and I know I will soon peak.  With seven inches of the ten buried in my pussy, he starts moving ‘The Intimidator’ in and out of me feeding a little bit more into me with each thrust until all ten inches is buried in my over stretched pussy.

 

“Fuck me with it,” I shout, and he does.  He saws ‘The Intimidator’ and it out of my wet sloppy pussy as I slap the sides of my tits and pull those needles in and out.

 

“You like it, don’t you? You want me to do this? Yes? You want me to push ‘The Intimidator’ up your fucking pussy. I can feel you shaking... you really need it badly don’t you, you little whore. Would you like to cum?”

 

“YES! OH GOD, YES! I WANT TO CUM! FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!”

 

Fuck I’m so close. I know I’m going to cum.  Oh God I can feel it rising in my belly, and then out of the blue, I’m hit with electric shocks to my nipples and clit at the same time. My eyes roll back in my head.  Pain courses throughout my body. My teeth chatter.  I’m in excruciating pain but at the same time I’m not coming down.  I can feel the climax still building but the shocks continue. I’m shaking uncontrollable.  Shakiro continues to pound ‘The Intimidator’ in and out of my pussy.  He pulls and squeezes my clit.  I take the pins out of my nipples and start to jab my tits with the pins.

 

“FUCK ME HARDER,” I scream.

 

I have this demented desire to run the pins through the sides of my now hard throbbing nipples. I prick the outside of each nipple with the pins and look down at them.  Am I really doing this to myself? I push on the pins driving them through my nipples and right at that point, I cum. Oh my God I’m cumming. I’m really cumming!  It is glorious! Wave upon wave of pleasure course though my body. My pussy is fluttering but the electric shocks still rock my body. I’m overcome with waves of pleasure and pain at the same time and then everything goes black!