The Breaking and Making of Marianne

The Breaking and Making of Marianne, by Rum Bos’n

  Chapter 3,  Basic Training

  Marianne lay on her bed, locked into her room by her ex friend Helen, and by the man she knew only as "Master". She mused over the days events. Was it only 2 days since she had been abducted from her own street? Bundled   into a van, tied and gagged and brought to this small mansion in its own private grounds? Stripped, whipped viciously on her ass, asshole and cunt by the woman she had always considered a good friend, and brought to orgasm by the same woman, in her first ever lesbian encounter. Then made to confide her innermost secretswith the aid of an electrician’s insulation tester. Now she had been left alone in her room, and enjoyed a soothing hot shower. As they had promised, the tray of food provided had been delicious, and the glass of red wine was welcome. Exhausted, she slept.

At 7 am precisely, she woke to the rattle of teacup against saucer, and a tray bearing tea in a fine china pot was carried into the room by the maid. As she came to, her mind was in a whirl, What was she doing in this bed? Then the memories of yesterday flooded back, the whippings, her arousal, her embarrassing orgasm at the hands and tongue of Helen - she who had betrayed her. What did today have in store?

"Good morning, Miss", the maid said politely, and with a friendly tone. "I hope you slept well." Marianne agreed that she had. "I will bring breakfast in to your room at 8, then you are expected in the drawing room at 9.30. I will come and collect you." And she left the room. Marianne heard the key turn in the lock.

The tea was deliciously refreshing. She was not surprised to find the cup was bone china, and the few leaves that escaped from the pot into the strainer were large and greenish. She guessed it was Darjeeling, from the delicate taste. "At least they know how to make tea" she murmured.

By 8 she had showered, dressed in the short white simple dress she found in the wardrobe. Of course, there was no underwear, only stockings and a scarlet suspender belt. and this time she made sure to fit the slave collar round her neck. Black leather, soft felt on the inside, and several D rings set into it. She shuddered to think what they could be used for. She buckled it snugly round her neck, contrasting nicely with her white smooth skin. Red shoes finished the outfit - she wasn't used to wearing 3 inch heels at all, never mind in the morning.

Breakfast arrived exactly at 8-bacon, scrambled eggs, brown toast, marmalade and another pot of fine tea. Marianne found she was quite ready for breakfast, and polished off the lot. Now time to get herself ready to  face the day. A minute amount of make-up, but not forgetting a dab of scent on her nipples, cunt and ass hole. Was there anything she had forgotten? She couldn't think of anything.

At 9.29 the key turned in the lock, and the maid entered. "This is silly" thought Marianne. "She's a nice friendly girl and I don't know her name." "Please, what may I call you?" asked Marianne. "It's Jane, miss", she replied. Marianne continued "please call me Marianne, and we can be friends". "Oh no miss, I could never do that" said Jane "but thank you. Follow me, please."

With mounting apprehension, Marianne followed Jane out of the room, and to the drawing room she was brought to yesterday following her abduction.

"Good morning, Marianne. I  trust you slept well?" greeted the Master. "We do like our guests to be comfortable." She noticed he was wearing a silk dressing gown, under which he appeared to be naked. He reminded her of Noel Coward, but she was sure he wasn't gay.

"Thankyou, Yes, I slept perfectly."

"Today we are going to continue with your reformation. In the coming weeks you will learn to do things you have never even considered were possible. Your descent into depravity will be complete, and you will love it."

Marianne blanched. What awful things did these people have in store for her? Her silent question was soon answered.

"We have a full programme planned for your re-education, but this will only be disclosed on a daily basis. Today's lessons will be fairly simple and basic, as you are still a novice. You are going to learn how to be fucked. Not just a quickie once  a week, but long sessions involving several men. You may recognise some of them."

Marianne's heart skipped a beat -  men she knew? How embarrassing would that be? And it was true, she did ration her husband to a weekly fuck, but the Master could not possibly have known that.

"Of course" the Master continued, "there will be some whippings too, we don't want to make it too enjoyable. You have an ass that just begs to be whipped" Marianne cringed at the news - more pain! But she felt a stirring in her cunt, too. "Don't be silly", she thought, "that's not possible".

This morning, I am going to put you over my knee and give you the spanking you should have had  long time ago. Then I'm going to fuck you, long, deep and hard. How does that sound?"

Marianne stammered and stuttered, but failed to find any words. "I take that as complete agreement, then? But then, it doesn't really matter whether you agree or not."

He moved a few yards and sat on an upright chair, with no arms to impede his own right arm. "Come here, and bend over my knee. NOW!" The last word was a loud authoritative command, and Marianne would not have dreamt of disobeying, such was the command and strength in the voice. Quickly she knelt beside him, then placed herself over his lap. She could feel his cock hardening under the silk gown - and she could feel the hem of her skirt sliding up over her thighs as she bent forward. She settled down, with her her hands on the carpet, supporting her weight, and waited for the inevitable. What she did not anticipate was that her arms would be roughly pulled behind her and her wrists put into handcuffs, leaving her completely defenceless. Her feet kicked in the air as she fell forward, no longer supported. Of course, this pushed the hem of her skirt even further towards her waist.

"I might have to secure your ankles, but we'll see how we get on", came the voice from above her. "We'll start with  20 strokes. As previously, I want you to count them, thank  me for each stroke, and ask for another stroke. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master. Please spank me."

"Well, as you ask so nicely, I'll be happy to oblige". She felt her skirt lifted over her  waist, and knew he had a good view of her naked ass. Until last night, only her husband had seen that - what would he think if he could see her now? The naked vulnerability of her ass and cunt made her tremble, and she was surprised to find a tremor of anticipated excitement. Fingers stroked her ass, then slid between her legs, slipping into her cunt. "Good to feel your cunt getting wet for me, Marianne! What would your husband say about that? Has he got a pain slut for a wife?" Marianne cringed with more embarrassment. What would he say? She hoped to God he'd never find out. But it was true, she was turned on. "so let us see if your wetness survives a spanking", he said, and his hand smacked down onto her right cheek. "I'm waiting, slut." The shock and pain was intense. What was he waiting for? She remembered in time.

"One, thankyou master, please spank me again."

"Well done, slut". She noticed the change from Marianne to slut, but did not dare to say anything. Again fingers found their way into her cunt, and gently tweaked her clitoris, sending waves of confused pleasure to Marianne's brain.

Suddenly the fingers were gone, to be followed by his hand landing on her left cheek. "Two, thankyou master, please spank me again."

More fingering, more playing with her clitoris. She loved it. She loved the pain, and the humiliation, and the fingers inside her, where only her husband had been before. A wave of excited humiliation swept over her.

"You may have wondered why you have no underwear except stockings and a red suspender belt. It is because your ass looks so delightful framed, and I plan to make your white ass as red as the suspenders." She was sure the erection she could feel beneath her had grown even harder as he spoke.

The spanking continued in the same leisurely fashion for 15 strokes. After the fifteenth, he said "time for a change." and lifted her off his knee to a standing position. The skirt fell back over her ass, as he led her over to a tall padded stool.  Bending her over that, so her head was near the floor, he clipped the ring in her collar to a ring near the base of the stool. Taking each ankle in turn, he secured them to ring bolts in the floor, pulling Marianne's legs wide apart. She was now head down, ass up and taut as her legs went back to the floor. Her cunt and ass were opened wide, available to any invader or rapist.

"Thus far I have used my hand" he said. "For the final five I shall use a cane. Notice the difference - I will rarely use my hand to spank you in the future. Also, now your cunt is wide open, I shall be using it between each stroke. After the last stroke, you will be lashed spread eagled on your back on the floor, and I will fuck you hard until I come inside you. When I have finished with you for the day, there will be time to freshen up. The afternoon and evening you will be occupied being fucked by men from the local area. Some of them you will know, and I know they have been itching to ravage you since you arrived from Kent 5 years ago. They will be allowed to fuck your cunt and mouth, but not your ass - that prize will be mine, when the time is right. So shall we begin?"

Marianne was so horrified, she couldn't speak. Fingers again caressed her clitoris, and a tongue dipped into sopping wet cunt. Moments later her ass was on fire, as a thin whippy cane thwacked across both cheeks. A gurgled scream, followed by "Sixteen. Thankyou sir, please spank me again". Instead, a large cock forced its way into her cunt, although she was so wet not much force was necessary. Only her husband had ever fucked her. She blushed with shame, even though she knew how much was enjoying this large firm cock. She was bound so tightly she could not do anything but take it, and although she wanted to fuck back onto the cock, the straps would not allow it.

As suddenly as it arrived, the cock had left her. The next cut of the cane whipped across her ass, lower down this time. "Seventeen. Thankyou sir, please spank me again". She waited expectantly for his cock. Waited, but nothing happened. Several minutes passed in silence, apart from Marianne's frustrated whimperings, then suddenly the cock was in her again. Deep, large, hard. What bliss! It moved within her, slipping easily in an out, her clitoris being stimulated between the invading cock and the stool. Then it was gone - and the next stroke arrived. Instinctively she moved her ass towards the instrument of pain and pleasure....

.... the whipping and fucking continued for several more minutes. After the 20th stroke, the master undid the straps holding her fast, and stood her up. "Now strip" he commanded. "I want you absolutely stark naked for the next part of the lesson. Shakily, she undid the stockings from/the suspenders, and rolled the stockings down her legs. Lifting the dress over her head left only the scarlet suspender belt, which she quickly undid and placed with the other clothes. He led her to an area of the floor where cushions were laid out, and restraints already in position. Laying her down on the cushions, with an extra one under her ass that lifted her pelvis high, he attached straps to her ankles and wrists, and cinched them tight. She was then helpless on her back, her legs and arms wide apart. Her hands and feet were at floor level, her torso six inches above that, and her cunt even higher at 12 inches above the floor - the focal point of the arrangement. Her head hung backwards, touching the floor. Here her slave collar was attached to a ring bolt in the floor. "Now I'm really going to fuck you", he said, stripping off his gown.

Although she could not move her head because of the restraints she was aware of a middle aged man, 40ish she thought, muscled, but not overly so, a firm body, and a very large erection. Clean shaven, unlike her husband's full beard. Now she could see him naked, she could see that his cock was both wider and longer than her husband's. How could she handle that? Even her husband reached her cervix. She was soon going to find out.

He disappeared from her restricted view, and she wondered where he had gone. Seconds later, she felt his tongue in her cunt, and his lips nibbling at her clitoris. The pain and humiliation of the previous hour was forgotten - she wanted to be fucked - NOW. "Fuck me, master, fuck me" she cried. "Not yet, my little slut, you must learn patience. I am enjoying the taste of you, a lovely fresh womanly taste. And the aroma of your hot wet cunt is delicious." His licking sucking and nibbling continued for at least 15 minutes. Whenever it looked as if she was about to cum he would back off, letting her cool down. She would have brought herself off, but she was tied down, motionless. A cool breeze blew across her naked body and wide open legs - she had never known such an erotic feeling.

Finally, he said "NOW we will go for it." With a sudden thrust he went all the way in. She had never known such a feeling. He pushed hard against her cervix - painful but exciting. His girth filled her completely but she was so wet lubrication was complete. Slowly at first, but gaining speed, he fucked her continuously for 15 minutes, rarely slowing down. Time and again she climaxed, noisily, until he exploded inside her, filling her cunt with hot spunk. This brought her to an even greater climax, and she lay there exhausted, as he lay on top, his cock deep within her.

They lay there together for several minutes, both completely exhausted. As Marianne came down from her high, she suddenly remembered her husband. How could she betray him like that? She had been abducted and raped, but she had had the best orgasms ever. She must never let him find out much she had enjoyed forced sex with another man.

The Master stirred. "Well, who's the little slut that enjoys being whipped and raped? None of those orgasms you screamed during were simulated! What would your husband say about that?"

"Oh God, please don't let him ever find out!" Marianne burst out.

He rang a bell,and Jane appeared in the doorway. "Jane, take this slut back to her room. You have an half an hour.  In that time I want her showered, dressed in a new outfit, and back in here. The ankle and wrist cuffs she's wearing now are to be worn at all times. Punishment for being late or improperly dressed will be shared between you both. Refreshments for you both will be in Marianne's room." He turned sharply and strode out of the room. At the door he stopped, half turned, and said "Oh, one more thing. Marianne you will be delighted to hear that your pictures and videos of yesterday's session have gone down well on various websites, and requests are beginning to arrive. Congratulations - you are on the way to becoming a famous web slut!" And he shut the door behind him.

Marianne blanched and blushed at the same time. But  Jane just said "Never mind that. We must  get a move on if we are to avoid punishment," and her nimble fingers quickly undid Marianne's restraints.

Back in her room, Marianne and Jane lost no time in preparing Marianne for the afternoon session, showering, reapplying scent and make up, brushing her long hair, dressing again, reapplying slave collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs, and grabbing bites from the trays of sandwiches. Jane started for the door, but Marianne said "wait! I must have another pee."

"Well, please hurry, Miss"  cried Jane, in a panicky voice. But being told to hurry a pee only makes you dry up, and this is what happened to Jane. It was 3 minutes before they could leave the room, and when they reached the drawing room the master was looking at his watch, frowning. "Late. I said half an hour, not 32 minutes. However, punishment will have to wait until this afternoon's entertainment is over. In fact, it will be the after dinner entertainment this evening. Jane, you may leave us now. Be available from 7.30 this evening."

Jane looked despondent. "Yes, sir", she murmured, and glowered at Marianne.

"This afternoon we continue your basic lesson - being well fucked. You performed well at your first lesson this morning, and I expect you to do as well this afternoon. You had better, or you will be whipped even more. This afternoon's lesson will extend this morning's lesson, by being fucked by lots of men, some of whom you will know, some of whom you may dislike, and of various ages. I expect you to give them all the same response. These same assistants will be with us for future lessons, so I would advise you not to get on their wrong side!"

"First, though, there is an addition to you training schedule. I have been asked by my sister to find a woman for her son. You will be fully clothed when the first guest arrives. He is young, inexperienced, and you will seduce him, you will persuade him that he should fuck you, that he should fill your cunt with his cum. When he is with you, make sure he has a satisfying experience, or there will be trouble. Thereafter, you will await your guests in the ante room. They will collect you from there and take you to where they wish you to be fucked. That may be anywhere on my estate. They may also wish to restrain you, and you are to allow that. They will not be allowed to fuck your ass - that prize is mine, for the future, and I am savouring the prospect - so I trust you are looking forward to that delight? Actually, I doubt that, but it doesn't matter anyway."

Her mind reeled with horror, as she was led to yet another room leading off the drawing room. She had never been in a brothel, but this was what she imagined one looked like: a very large bed, soft lighting, extravagant drapes around the room in pastel colours, soft music, large mirror on the ceiling, and on all the walls, en-suite toilet, shower, sink & bidet, dressing table with hairbrushes, combs, eaux de cologne, scents. Behind one of the drapes, a series of drawers marked "toys" - "why would you want toys in a brothel?" she wondered, naively.

"Make yourself at home here. I will collect your first guest. "Marianne wondered what he would be like. A good looking 20 year old perhaps? A few minutes later the master returned with a young man- in fact quite young. "This is my nephew Johnny. He is just 17, and his mother thought it time he found out what sex is about. He is slightly nervous, but very keen as only 17 year old boys can be. Your job is to introduce him to the art of sex, and give him a good time. Rest assured, he will tell me if he doesn't. OK Johnny?" His features seemed slightly familiar to Marianne, but she couldn't place him.

Johnny nodded apprehensively, and the master left. Knowing she had to move quickly, Marianne spoke with  casualness she didn't feel. "Hello Johnny. Good to see you. Come and sit on the bed beside me. I must be a lot older than your usual girlfriends, but you'll find a young body under this dress." Johnny moved closer. She could sense his sexual desire, and could see the large bulge in his trousers. She remembered her first boyfriends of about the same age, pressing hard cocks against her when they danced, hot hands trying to get into her bra and knickers, of course she never let them - she was a good girl!

Johnny sat there, uncertain what to do next, so Marianne took his hand and placed it on her breast. Putting her hand to his face, she pulled him down to kiss her. How soft his face is, she mused, it had been a while since her husband's  face had been that smooth. As they kissed, she ran her fingers to his chest and started to undo his shirt. Her tongue she pushed between his lips - he really is inexperienced, se thought. He got the message, and began to kiss back, and his hand began to knead her tit. She moved her hand down to the bulge in his trousers, and fumbled around feeling for the zip. Now he really got the message, he really could fuck this woman. He didn't need to fumble around like he normally did with girls, trying unsuccessfully to get inside their bras, he could go for it. He could tell her what to do. "Take your dress off, I want to see your naked body." Knowing she had no choice but to obey, Marianne disentangled herself, stood up and lifted the simple dress over her head, standing there in just stockings and suspender belt, and did a little twirl, to show him all of her body. "How do you like me naked, Johnny? Let me take you clothes off too." She pulled Johnny to his feet, and started to undo his shirt. He towered over her 5 feet 2 inches, tall but very slim. Kneeling, she undid his belt and flies, and eased his jeans down to his ankles. He shucked them off his feet, his young erection jutting from  his boxer shorts. He seemed embarrassed about this. Marianne caressed it gently, causing it to twitch in anticipation. "What a lovely cock. I want that inside me now. Please fuck me", and she lowered his shorts so he was completely naked. Looking at him naked, she could see he was lithe, smooth skinned - almost hairless. His cock was larger than average, certainly larger than her husband's cock. Taking his hand she pulled him towards the bed. Lying on her back, she guided his cock into her now moist cunt. "Come along big boy, now fuck me". Johnny need no more urging - he plunged into her hard and fast, but lasted only a few strokes before he came with a massive explosion of cum. Marianne held him tight. "If  that was your first, you're a natural" she lied, knowing it was important to boost his confidence. "Next time we'll go slower, and make it last longer."

After a few minutes of lying with her, Johnny said "Wow Miss, that was fantastic. We must do that again soon. Wait till I tell the boys at school I fucked Mrs. Martin".

Marianne started in alarm - boys at school? How did he know her name? How old was he? "You were a supply teacher in the village school when I was 9. You were only in for a few days, but we all fancied you, even the girls, We used to discuss what you looked like naked - and now I know! Sally Watkins said she wanted to have you pegged down naked on the playing field so she could whip your tits and cunt, I didn't know what a cunt was, then, but I do now!"

Marianne paled. She had only done supply teaching in the village school once, shortly after moving here from Kent. If he was 9 then, he can only be 14 now! That was a serious criminal offence. Oh God! Things are going from bad to worse! She remembered Sally, big for age, breasts developing even then, and precocious. She hoped she wouldn't run into her again. "Johnny, if you want to fuck me again you must never tell anybody! Or I'll be in serious trouble." Johnny grinned. He understood. It went through his mind that he now had power over her. He would use that in the future. There were things he would like to do with Mrs. Martin.

Johnny dressed, and Marianne put her short dress back on. It had all been so quick she had hardly got started. The boy had potential, but she was concerned that he could cause her even more trouble than she had already. Johnny said  "I have to tell Uncle how it went. I'll say it was lovely, but I want to keep coming back to practice, so when I get a girl of my own I will be an expert. Having a slut to practice on will be cool. See ya!" Marianne had, despite concerns about Johnny's age, been feeling a sense of pride in making a man of him. Being described as a slut sent a wave of humiliation through her, reminding her of her place at the bottom of the pecking order.

With another "see ya", Johnny left the room, to be replaced almost immediately by the Master. "Well you seem to have made an impression on young Johnny. He wants to keep coming back to fuck you. J shall have to arrange something special for you both", and he grinned to himself. Marianne wasn't too confident about that grin. She was sure it meant trouble. "Your next appointment is imminent. I want you freshened up and in the ante room in 5 minutes. You have a busy afternoon ahead"

She rushed to clear Johhny's cum from her cunt, brush her hair, straighten her stockings, before walking quickly to the ante room. She stopped in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. There, with all eyes fixed on her, was a crowd of men of various ages, ranging from, she guessed, 20 to 80. A small cheer went up. Several wolf whistles from the older men. Recovering from the shock of seeing so many faces, so many men with cocks straining at their trousers, she looked around. There were indeed faces she recognised. Gordon, her next door neighbour. Terry, manager of the the local supermarket. Mike, a 65 year old mechanic who maintained her car, the  milkman, whose name she didn't know. There were other faces she recognised but couldn't put names or places to. And that was the vicar at the back! What was he doing here?  A man of about 45 stepped forward. He had an air of authority, she recognised him as Derek, the county councillor for her ward. "Hello Mrs. Martin - but I think we can call you Marianne, in the circumstances. We chaps here have been recruited to assist in your training programme. Speaking only for myself, can I say it will be a pleasure to help. I have long lusted after your body, ever since you came to the village meeting to discuss the plans to build a housing estate in the village. We have held a meeting to discuss how best to organise this event, and minutes are available upon request. We have drawn lots, and we all know our place in the queue. Once every man has fucked you once, then we will repeat the exercise in reverse order. I see quite a few of the chaps have brought cameras, so there will be a suitable record of the event. As you can see, there are quite a few of us that you already know, but I have asked everyone to introduce themselves with their name, marital status, profession and age before they enter you for the first time. Well, that's the gentlemanly thing to do, after all."

Marianne could hardly take in any of these words. her mind was reeling with shock, giving way to blind panic. She turned, and rushed from the room, through the drawing room and out into the garden. The suddenness of her action gave her a head start, but then there were cries of "Yesss!", and the chase was on. This was ideal, an excuse for some rough stuff. The throng streamed out into the garden behind her as she headed over the lawn towards the shrubbery. She was never a runner, and even though she kicked off her high heels they caught her in no time. First  upon her was Tom, the 20 year old. He had delivered newspapers when she had moved down from Kent. He grabbed her round the waist, and tipped her face down on the ground, pushing her face into the wet grass. Then the remainder of the pack followed in short order, except for a few older stragglers who were saving their energy for the ensuing rape.

She felt herself being spread-eagled, causing her skirt to ride up, exposing the tops of her stockings. She could feel the sexual tension in the air, hear the heavy breathing. She realised that running had been futile and foolish. She was now totally at their mercy whereas before she did have a small amount of control. Further, she had a feeling that her escape attempt would be punished, and that they had hoped she would try to escape so they could punish her. Her fears were confirmed.

"Great stuff, Marianne. Now we can have some real fun. You'll spend the afternoon letting that delicious body get some fresh air, and more besides. Where's the box with the ropes and pegs?"

Addressing Marianne he said "you are to count how many men fuck you, and remember their names. If you forget a name that man will be permitted to punish you for insulting him. Of course, that is on top of the other punishments you are due. A detailed list of who has fucked you, what punishments you receive, with photos, will be published on the web so everyone knows what a cum slut you are."

The box was found, and brought forth. She could hear stakes being hammered into the ground around her. Ropes were attached to her wrist and ankle cuffs and pulled tight around the stakes. She was staked out face down, her legs so wide apart she was afraid she would split. Hands found their way under her skirt, pinched her cunt lips, fingers worked into her cunt. "She's naked under this dress. Where's the knife?" She almost fainted with terror. She felt the knife against her ass, then it sliced up, slicing the dress from  waist to hem. Two strong hands grasped the ends, and the dress ripped clean apart. The knife made short work of the shoulder straps, then she was lying naked, except for stockings and red suspender belt, on the remains of her dress. "Get that dress out of the way, I want her naked on the grass" said an older voice. The dress was roughly pulled from beneath her, rasping on her nipples as it went. Marianne winced, but said nothing. She could feel the cool wet grass on her breasts, belly & thighs.

"That's a lovely sight. I can't wait to get my cock into her came a voice she thought she recognised.

"I've been wanting to shag her since I first delivered milk to her, 5 years ago," came another.

"She needs to be punished for running off." She recognised Derek the councillor's authoritative voice. Other voices agreed, thin whippy canes were produced. They must have been expecting this, because they didn't take long to find. All the while fingers were running down her crack, lingering on her asshole, then dipping into her cunt. Despite herself, she knew she was getting wet. How could her body betray her like this? The humiliation of all these men who knew her looking at her naked, feeling her cunt, preparing to whip her. Her mind whirled. She could hear the clunk of camera shutters. Intimate photos were being taken. Who would see them? She knew there were sites where men published photos of their naked wives. Would she be joining them?, masturbated over by men from all over the world, and, she knew, by women.

An argument developed. Some wanted to fuck her immediately and whip her afterwards, others wanted to whip her first. The majority also wanted her on her back to be fucked so they could see her face as she was humiliated, and she could see who was ravaging her. It was agreed. They would turn her over to be fucked face up, then face down to be whipped, and fucked all over again. A good compromise.

So she was untied, flipped over onto her back, and retied. Whilst doing so they removed her stockings and suspender belt. As Tom said "I want her absolutely naked. Not a shred of protection. I want her to feel everything." A large and thick cushion was obtained from the house, and placed under her ass, lifting her pubis a foot or so above her face, and placing the emphasis on her open cunt, on which the sun shone and a cool wind blew.

Now she was on her back she could see what was happening. Most men had their trousers off, some completely naked. A number were using cameras, and she could see a movie camera on a tripod. A sharp pain between her legs. Someone couldn't wait for the punishment session, and had used his whip on her cunt. Another stinging pain on her right tit.

"Vicar, we agreed to punish her later!"

"Sorry Derek, I got a bit ahead of myself."

Derek had a list in his hand. "The winner of the draw is Simon, and he gets to fuck her first. "

"Oh no", thought Marianne, "not Simon!" She knew him as Helen's ex husband. An artist - big, wild, hairy, drank a lot, lots of mistresses. He advanced towards her, stark naked, his erection preceding him. His dick was huge - both fat and long. This would be difficult!

"Ah, Marianne" he smirked. "This is exactly how I have pictured you you for all these years I've known you. Naked, spread-eagled, and about to be impaled on my prick." This going to be good! You know me, of course, but I bet you didn't know much I have lusted after you. But the least a gentleman can do is introduce himself before he fucks a lady - but of course you're now the village cum slut. I'm Simon, I'm an artist, I'm 40, and divorced, but currently living with Wendy - and I'm going to enjoy giving you a good shag,"

So saying, he thrust himself forward, hard, fast and deep. Marianne gasped with shock and pain, she had never been fucked so violently.           It was fortunate indeed that she was well lubricated. The assembled villagers cheered, and cameras clicked. One or two photographers closed in to fill the frame with cunt and cock, or face or tits. Simon's hands were on her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. He worked his hands underneath her buttocks, pulling her ass cheeks apart, working a finger into her anus. He pressed his lips against hers and forced a tongue into her mouth. He owned her totally, and had violated all her major holes. Her humiliation was complete. He rode her  hard, not caring what she felt, filling her cunt completely and roughly. As he came he squeezed and twisted her breasts hard, and she screamed, but even as she screamed in pain she also screamed in orgasm. Great ropes of cum flooded into her cunt, adding to her excitement. He would have lain there a while, but there were shouts of "next, next! We're waiting too, you know!" As he extricated himself he wiped his cock across her face, leaving a trail of cum in her eyes and on her cheek.

Next on was someone she didn't know. Slightly built, early 30s, balding, glasses which he kept on throughout, an accountant named Arthur who lived with his mother. She was going to have trouble remembering him, especially as he had a small cock and didn't last long inside her. She guessed he didn't get much sex.

He was followed by Gordon, who she knew well. Gordon was a neighbour, but he introduced himself properly. Now she knew he was 55 and was an office manager. His cock wasn't very big either, but he did have staying power, and after a while Marianne began to feel some sexual tingling that had been absent since Simon had caused her to climax loudly. As Gordon came to a shuddering climax inside her he shouted "Yes! At last! Five years of lust and now I've fucked my gorgeous neighbour! You realise of course our relationship has changed forever?" She did realise that, and wondered what the future would bring. She lay there, feeling nothing but taking his thrusts for  the few minutes it took him to finish. He smirked at her. "Until the next time", and gave her breast a stinging slap.

They came, came, and went. Some she  knew, some she didn't, and she struggled to remember the names of them all. There was dear Walter, a kindly bewhiskered old gentleman who treated her gently, and when he had finished said "Thankyou my dear, you've made an old man very happy." There was Ralph, who had been the headmaster of the village school when she did supply teaching there. He, too, slapped her tits, saying "I'm looking forward to whipping these. I've been wanting to do that since I saw you braless in a thin blouse in the classroom. The sun was behind you and the view was just great." Marianne blushed deeply again. There was Ray, 70 if he was a day, as strong as an ox, a  rural accent you could cut with  a knife, a large cock, and staying power. Before entering her he gave her clitoris  5 minutes of attention, then fucked her hard for 10 minutes, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he did so, and twisting her nipples. When he came, he came with a roar, and Marianne came with him, adding a treble scream to his bass. "Who says old men are past it?" she mused. Certainly not these here.

Howard , the penultimate rapist, was someone she knew, hated and despised. He was a bully who had done well by marrying the boss's daughter. Slightly younger than Marianne, he was not very bright or cultured, and was aware of Marianne's disdain, although she had always tried to be polite. So when it was finally his turn, and he stood smirking smugly down on her naked and spread-eagled body, her shame and humiliation knew no bounds. This moment was far worse than any of the whippings she had suffered. This odious man, with his paunch and bad breath, was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

"Hello, Howard" was all she could say. "Please be gentle".

"All these years you've looked down on me. Now I'm looking down at you." He held up a camera, filled the frame with her body, and said "OK bitch, smile for the camera. This going to be printed big, and spread far."

Just as she was thinking "At least he's only got a small cock, that won't hurt" when he attempted to push four fingers into her then lift using only her cunt. She screamed, and his smirk grew wider. "This is just for starters. It will get even better in the future."

This coupling did not last long. She hardly felt his dick inside at all. He had hoped to humiliate her further by making her cum, but  made do with squeezing her tits hard as he came.

Lastly, was the vicar. She was amused that he had drawn the straw for 20th position, but shocked that he stood there  waiting wearing only his clerical dog collar. A voice shouted "I've heard of defrocked vicars, but that's ridiculous!" but the vicar was unfazed. He was a big man in his mid 40's, and she could see he was particularly well endowed. She wasn't sure she could handle that - but then shrugged in her bonds, and thought "but I'm going to have to. I don't have much of a choice."

"I wear my collar as a symbol of the sanctity of the union of a man and a woman" he said loudly, but muttered quietly so only Marianne could hear "and I find it really quite kinky". Leaning forward, he pinched both of Marianne's nipples hard, and pulled upwards. Screeching with pain she lifted her chest up as far as her bonds would allow - which wasn't far enough to ease the torment. "Pain, my dear Marianne, purifies the soul. In the old days people would pay huge sums of money to have their souls purified, but I am doing it for free." So saying, he plunged himself deep, deep into her sopping cunt. Marianne's eyes grew wide with shock, but as she got used to his hugeness began to enjoy that "full up" feeling as he pulled right out the plunged back in. Oh sweet Jesus, what a feeling. On and on he went, where did he get the stamina. Without warning, his cock failed to enter her vagina, but slipped down a notch and into her ass hole. He was so wet from her juices, and had such momentum, that he drove through her sphincter in one move, and buried himself to the hilt. Marianne squealed like a stuck pig. Her ass was virgin no more, and the virginity had been taken by a huge cock. It hurt like hell, and she continued squealing. Realising his mistake, as it had been unintentional, he withdrew, saying "Shit! The squire will be furious! You had better not tell him or I will make it worse for you."

Through her tears, Marianne nodded. He returned to fucking her cunt, and no one knew she had lost her anal virginity to the vicar.

As he fucked her, putting his weight on one hand, he slapped her tits hard with the other. As she screamed again with pain he burst inside her, and she realised that he got off on causing pain. She found the humiliation and pain excited her, and his orgasm took her over the top, too.

The vicar withdraw, saying "Oh Marianne, that was good. There will be much more of this in the future." Marianne just lay there in her bonds, exhausted.

Derek, who appeared to be master of ceremonies, announced "Well I'm sure we can all agree that was a very enjoyable afternoon. The entertainment will continue after tea and sandwiches, which are available on the patio. Meanwhile, we must thank our hostess Marianne, and get her ready for the next round. She deserves 30 minutes to relax and freshen up. Jane, please escort Marianne to her room, and bring her back refreshed and raring to go by 5 PM."

Jane released Marianne from her bonds, and helped her to her feet. She was a real mess, covered in cum, which dripped out of her as she got to her feet, unsteadily. She ached all over, and her tits and nipples were sore where they had been manhandled and mistreated. Back in her room she found tea, and Jane helped he into the shower, soaped her down and rinsed her off. She found her nipples getting stiff as Jane soaped her breasts, and when Jane rubbed soap  bubbles around her cunt and ass she began to squirm. She didn't want Jane to see she was getting turned on, she wasn't a lesbian, so why did she have these feelings? As Jane's soapy finger slipped into her ass, she gave a whinny of pleasure, turned and gave Jane a kiss full on the lips, to Marianne's own surprise. But Jane slipped away, saying "that's not scheduled for another week, miss, and we don't have time. You have already earned us both a punishment beating, don't let's make it worse."

Jane led Marianne back to the lawn, and groups of naked men moved off the patio, putting down their empty tea cups. Using the same stakes, several men spread-eagled Marianne face down, this time over three cushions, so that her ass was the focus of attention. She tried to clench her buttocks to hid her little brown anus, but failed. Cameras clicked again, some taking close up shots of her ass and cunt. Where would these appear?

Derek again stood up to make an announcement. "As you know, Marianne is to be punished for trying to escape. We will each give her 3 stripes of the nicely whippy canes that have been provided. These will hurt, but not cause any real damage. Those of us that can muster another erection - and looking round that seems to be all of us - can fuck her doggy fashion. I must emphasise, her ass hole is out of bounds, tempting though it is. We shall proceed in reverse order. After you have given her 3 punishment lashes you may then fuck her again. OK vicar, she's all yours."

The vicar, still wearing his dog collar and erection, stepped forward

"So the last shall be first and first shall be last. Jezebel, it is time to be scourged."

He began by running his fingers along her crack, dipping into her cunt which was getting moist with anticipation, and lingering on her asshole. He tapped his finger on her asshole. "Remember, mum's the word" he whispered.

Then stepping, he administered a stinging stripe on her ass with the whip, drawing a gasp and a whimper from Marianne. A pause, then another, another pause, and the third. As the pain subsided, leaving a warm glow, he stepped between her thighs, preparing to enter her again. From the back of the crowd she heard "remember she's a girl, vicar, not a choir boy". Some people are so coarse, she thought. Before she could have any more thoughts he was deep inside her. This had always been her favourite position, fucked from behind. Her husband - when had she last thought of him? -  like to fuck her from behind and flick her clitoris, and that brought her to a frenzy quickly. Now there was no such attention, the vicar just fucked her with his huge cock, long hard strokes, and soon she was lost in lust, just as the vicar came inside her.

Then it was Howard again. "I'm going to really enjoy this, you slut" he said. Reaching between her legs he pinched her clitoris hard, and he was rewarded with a scream. He tried to land the blows of the whip just on one cheek, so the end of the whip would curl round to her cunt, and with last blow scored a direct hit. The tip curled round her cheek striking her open  cunt. A delicious scream followed. He would have like to have continued the whipping, but was only allowed three strikes. Stepping inside her thighs, he pulled the cheeks of her ass wide open and flicked her asshole hard, before thrusting into her cunt. She could feel his pubic hair against her ass as he humped her, and she was grateful that she had been spared Howard fucking her ass, at least for the time being, for her situation within the community had changed completely. Going back to her previous way of life would be impossible. Too many people had photos of her body, too many local men had fucked her and whipped her.

True to form, Howard reached round twisted her nipples hard as he came, but she now accepted that as normal.

And so they came and  went. Some whipped her as hard as they could, some more gently. They all fucked her hard. Hardest of all was Simon the artist. He had had longer to recuperate than anybody, and was a harder man. By the time his turn came her ass was really quite sore, making her wince as he slammed into her.

Then it was over. He planted his seed deep inside her, as had all of them. Perhaps now she would be allowed back to her room for a shower, a meal and a long rest - she was exhausted. She had been whipped over 60 times, and fucked 40 times. She lay there, completely spent, cum of 20 men dripping out of her cunt.

Enter Derek, stage left. "Well I think we can agree that was another excellent  performance by Marianne. She has brought a new meaning to the words "community spirit". It only remains for Marianne to tell us how many men fucked her, and what their names are. We are reasonable chaps, so we won't insist on the order being correct."

Marianne gave a start. She had forgotten that! "Don't panic! You can do it" she told herself. She knew the number - "I was fucked by 20 men".

Now the names. She started with the easy ones: "Simon" - she would never forget the thorough shagging he gave her, twice, "the vicar"- neither would she forget who took her anal virginity. "Howard" - being fucked by him would remain a nightmare for her, "Derek the master of ceremonies, Walter, Ray, Gordon her neighbour, Ralph her ex headmaster,". She thought hard, and came up with another eleven names. Only one to go! What was his name? A completely forgettable little man with a boring job. He probably kept his socks on! Try as she might, she could not recall his name, and even said "how could I remember him, he had such a small cock!"

That was not a wise move. Most present were secretly hoping she would forget their name so they could have another crack at punishing her. Not so Arthur, he was mortally offended she had forgotten his name, and her words really wound him up.

He was allowed 3 strikes, but could chose where and how. He chose a heavy cane, and demanded that he cane her ass, her tits, and her cunt. Marianne paled. She knew this was going to hurt!

His first strike was to be her ass, because she was currently bound that way. Arthur always felt inadequate, and this led to excessive shows of "masculinity". He was furious and embarrassed  that his had been the only name forgotten. She would remember him after this! Holding the cane firmly, he swung it with full force across Marianne's ass. A deep red stripe appeared. For an instant she was speechless, then a cry rent the air. God! That hurt!

Marianne was unbound from her face down ass up position, and four men flipped her over like a pancake and held her down, her back on the cushions, presenting her tits to be caned. Again he brought the cane down, right across both nipples. The scream stuck in Marianne's throat, only a gurgle came out.

Quickly the same men pulled her legs over her head and out sideways, presenting an open cunt to be caned. Marianne was mortified to see that Howard was holding one of her legs, giving him a grandstand view of her pain and humiliation. Simon held the other leg, and they both made sure she was spread as wide as possible. Arthur stood there gloating, pushing 3 fingers into her, then swung the cane again, landing with a sickening "thwack" along her moist cunt. Drops of liquid flew in all directions, and Marianne emitted a gurgled scream of pain.

Arthur would have continued, but was held back by others who were concerned for Marianne's safety. Others helped Marianne to her feet, and supported her. They had enjoyed her torment, but they did not want to see her seriously damaged. Simon picked up the sobbing woman in his arms, and carried her to her room, where Jane was on hand to get her into a bath for a long hot soak.

After half an hour soaking and several cups of tea, Marianne felt a lot better. Jane said, "lay on the bed, Miss, I have some ointment that will sooth the pain." Marianne did as she was told - the will to resist had long gone. Jane poured the warm liquid over her buttocks, and began to rub it in. It ran down her crack, and Jane rubbed it in there, too. Despite the pain, Marianne began to get aroused again. How could this be? She was no lesbian, she thought. She began to move her now moistening cunt towards the fingers, but Jane gave her ass a gentle slap, and said "Not yet, Miss. You will get me into more trouble. We already have a punishment to come this evening. Now, you should be getting dressed for dinner. Tonight you are dining with the master and Helen. It will not do to be late."

Marianne put on the only dress available, a little black evening dress. There of course were no knickers or bra, so the dress did not leave much to the imagination. She applied scent to all the places required - and did it make her poor abused cunt sting! She was careful to put on her slave collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. She wasn't going to make that mistake again!

Jane then escorted Marianne into the dining room, then left Marianne there.  were the Master and Helen were already there, sipping on dry sherries. "Marianne, how good of you to come. We were afraid you might be too exhausted after your exertions this afternoon. I watched the proceedings from a distance, and you seemed to be having fun. Of course, we have the video and photographic media to keep a record of your progress. When your training is complete we will be selling a compendium of your best videos and photos, to be entitled "The Breaking & Making of Marianne" to selected outlets world wide. I must say you performed well today, you are almost a natural cum slut."

Although Marianne was aware of the cameras, this reminder that it was official and professionally done cause her stomach to churn. Who would get to see these images and videos?

Helen chimed in "I was disappointed not to see you performing today, Marianne, it sounds like you had quite a party. Unfortunately I had another appointment I couldn't rearrange. I promise to be at some of the later ones. In fact wild horses wouldn't drag me away! Anyway, do have a sherry before dinner. Sweet or dry?" Marianne was amazed that they could talk in this matter of fact way only hours after she had been whipped, gang raped and buggered. She reminded herself that she had to keep quiet about that last activity. She was sure the vicar was capable of very painful revenge, and she wanted none of that.

"We have a very nice lamb casserole tonight, and a pretty decent Rioja to go with it. I trust that is OK with you?"

"How surreal" thought Marianne. "Here am I a prisoner under a programme of torture, and I'm being treated like a guest at good hotel."

The spell was dented rather by the master, who said "Of course, there's the little matter of Jane and you being late, but we'll address that after dinner. Until then, I want us to have a civilised dinner discussing topics of the day".

So the three of them 2 captors and the captive, spent a pleasant dinner time talking politics, religion, the weather, all the usual inanities of a dinner party, during which Marianne had drunk more Rioja than she should have. Finally, after coffee, the Master said. "Now let us call for Jane, and we can talk about what punishment is suitable for you both for being late this morning."

And he rang the bell.....it was going to be a long night......

To be continued.

If you have enjoyed this work of fiction (or even if you haven't) and wish to comment or suggest amendments or future episodes please email me