The Breaking and Making of Marianne

        

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

     Part 4 - Lesbian Training 

Jane appeared in the doorway. She looked pale, "Sir?" she enquired, although she knew well what the call was about. 

"Jane, there's that little matter of being late this morning. You may recall that you are both due punishment for that crime?" Both Jane and Marianne did indeed recall. 

"Yes sir," said Jane. Marianne said nothing, but silently groaned. 

"As this is the after dinner entertainment Helen and I have thought up a nice little scheme that will both entertain us, and provide sufficient punishment for you both. Please take Marianne to the dungeon. There I want you both to strip completely naked and stand face to face in the centre, in a tight embrace. The lights are to be kept off. Whilst you are waiting for Helen and me you can wonder which of my various implements I am going to use on you. 

Jane took Marianne's hand, and led her miserably out of the room. Despite her predicament Marianne had enjoyed the dinner, the wine and the conversation. Now it was all going to end in tears. 

Jane led her through the drawing room to the door to the dungeon. The key was in the lock, and Jane turned it and pushed the door open. She could see the steps down, and the racks of instruments of pain. Jane led Marianne down the stairs, using only the light from the doorway to guide them. They made their way unspeaking to a space in the centre of the chamber. Here Marianne felt Jane's fingers undoing her dress, and lifting it over head, Jane's finger brushed against Marianne's nipples, accidentally, Jane assumed, but her nipple stiffened in response, as the cool air of the dungeon felt its way to her tits. Marianne helped Jane remove her dress, and was surprised to find that she too wore no knickers or bra. They each removed their own stockings and suspenders, using each other for support. Their clothes were cast off in all directions. 

As they stripped each other, Marianne couldn't help but feel Jane's soft young body, and see her nakedness in the glow from the dungeon door. It had been many years since she had been as young as Jane, Marianne thought. "She's certainly an attractive girl". Both naked, they faced each other to embrace, as instructed. They were both of similar height and build, so they embraced nipple to nipple, cunt to cunt, face to face. Marianne was surprised to find Jane completely hairless below the neck, a pussy as smooth and soft as a baby's bottom. A frisson of excitement went through them both, and they could each feel the other's nipples harden. Marianne buried her face in Jane's neck, breathing in the smell of her hair, and Jane did likewise. Their arms went round each other, and they embraced, hugging each other for comfort. 

Then the dungeon door closed with a clang. They were in complete darkness, not even a glimmer of light under the door. Were they alone? Or was there someone else there with them? Not even Jane knew there were hidden infra-red cameras recording their moves and sounds. 

They stood there naked in the darkness for what seemed hours, cuddling each other for comfort, as well as being thus ordered. Marianne was uncomfortably aware of Jane's naked body, and once or twice her hands wandered down to Jane's ass, fingers slipping into the crack. She pulled her hands back quickly. She wasn't a lesbian, remember! she told herself. But was it her imagination or did Jane push her pelvis harder into Marianne's when she did it? And she didn't imagine Jane's hand similarly wandering. It dipped briefly into her cunt, and Marianne found herself suddenly moist, and pressing her own pelvis into Jane's. She tenderly kissed Jane's neck, and was rewarded with a little groan from Jane. "In for a penny, in for a pound" thought Marianne, and she dropped both hands to Jane's ass, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart, and grinding her pelvis into Jane's, clitoris rubbing on clitoris. Jane suddenly grabbed Marianne's head, and gave her a passionate " kiss on the lips like a film star", as Marianne had heard her husband say a thousand times. The kiss was returned, tongues meeting tongues. 

And all the dungeon lights went on! 

"Well, well, well! What have we hear? The beginnings of a nice lesbian coupling! That's good, we can work on that." said the master. 

"So that's sorted your training for tomorrow" said Helen. "I shall look forward to that immensely." 

Marianne and Jane froze. Jane said softly" Oh shit! Now we'll really get it!" 

"As you two are getting so well acquainted, tonight's entertainment will continue that theme. First, your hands will be secured over your head, and your feet will be tied to each other's feet." Quickly their wrists were tied, and secured to a hook in the ceiling, with some slack, Marianne was relieved to find. similarly, their feet were loosely tied together, so they had some movement possible. 

"Now, to secure you face to face in an entertaining fashion, I'm going to use double nipple clamps to join you at the breasts, and at the clitoris." So saying her produced some vicious looking clamps. The initial pain took their breath away, and both girls squealed when the clamps were applied to their clitoris. 

"Now for the real entertainment. Helen and I are going to whip you both. We will continue whipping until you are no longer joined. That will mean you must move your bodies far enough apart to pull the clamps off one of you. There's no knowing which clamps will pull off first, and it will be interesting to watch your response when it does. 

"Then you will carry on from where you were when we so rudely interrupted you. Of course, it goes without saying we will photograph and video the entire proceedings.  Let the fun begin"                   

The instant he sad "begin", Helen brought a whip down on Marianne's ass, and the master did the same to Jane, bringing screams from both girls, although the blows were not hard. Blows rained down, lightly at first, so the pain of pulling apart exceed the pain from the whips. They tried bucking their bodies to pull the clamps off, but to avail, They had not yet realised they needed to work together to achieve results. All they achieved was pain in their nipples and clits as they were stretched. That realisation came to Marianne first, and she whispered instructions to Jane. 

"After 3. 1 - 2 -3" On "3" they both swung their torsos backwards. Nipples and breasts stretched painfully, but a clamp was pulled off of Marianne's nipple, the metal teeth dragging over the sensitive flesh. Marianne howled, both from the rasping and from the returning blood. One down, two to go. The whippings continued unabated. 

Gritting her teeth Marianne again said "1 - 2 - 3". On this heave, it was Jane's turn to feel metal teeth pulling over a taut nipple. 

"Well done girls" said Helen. "Now the big one. Perhaps this will encourage you." and she struck Marianne's ass a blow with a cane. 

It took several attempts before the clamp pulled off of Marianne's clitoris. The pain here was excruciating, and it left Marianne speechless for several seconds, before she screamed loudly. But the caning stopped. The whole exercise had lasted half an hour. 

"Well I hope you enjoyed that as much as we did, said Helen, When that clamp came off your clitoris I had the most fantastic orgasm. We must do it again sometime. Just one thing more to do," and she quickly jerked the remaining clamps off of both women. 

"Now before we interrupted, you and Jane had a little lesbian thing going. Please continue." 

What had seemed natural in the dark, naked and cuddled together, now seemed unnatural and forced in the blaze of lights and with an audience. However both Jane and Marianne knew that saying no was not an option.       

Seeing their hesitation, and understanding the reason for it, Helen said "we'll bring forward tomorrow's training. Jane, take Marianne to the guest room. You will be more comfortable there. I want her on her back, spread-eagled and tied down. Then get rid of Marianne's bush, her hairs catch in my teeth. In fact, do the job properly. Remove all her hair except her eyebrows and head." 

Marianne protested. "But I like my pussy hairy! What will  my husband say?" 

"You'll do as you're told. Keep quiet or we will pluck the hairs out one by one. And your husband will love it, I promise you." Marianne wondered how Helen could be so sure, but said nothing. 

Jane took Marianne by the hand, and led her to the guest room, a large and airy bedroom similar to Marianne's room. The king size bed was set about with places for restraining reluctant bodies, and Marianne was soon star shaped on the bed, a large towel beneath her. Jane left and returned with electric shears, and set about removing Marianne's thatch. The vibrations on her clit soon had her moist, subconsciously moving towards the source of pleasure. 

When Marianne's bush was reduced to stubble, Helen said "you know where the shaving tackle is, I want her cunt to be as smooth and soft as yours." 

Jane said "Yes ma'am" and dashed off to get. She was enjoying this, having an attractive woman in her power, even temporarily. And with that power came lust. She returned with a large bowl of hot water, towels, a can of instant lather, and a cut throat razor. Marianne soon felt Jane's fingers rubbing foam over her the whole of the front of her body. Special attention was paid to her pussy, Fingers slipped inside her, raising her to new heights. 

Then the razor. Marianne held her breath. She was nervous of razors, One slip and she could lose her clitoris. But Jane was an expert, she had done this many times before on Helen. Pinching Marianne's clitoris to keep it out of the way, Jane skillfully removed all the hair she could get at, then continued with the rest of her body. Marianne hadn't even realised she had hair in these places - arms, legs, belly, neck, shoulders, breasts,  ("But leave those long dark hairs close to her nipples" called Helen, "I rather like those"). The soft fuzz on her face was also removed. When that was done Jane washed all the remaining soap off with a hot wet flannel, patted dry with a soft white towel. Then her back got the same treatment. 

"Finished" thought Marianne. But it was not to be. Helen and Jane between them undid the bonds on Marianne's ankles, lifted her feet over her head and secured them again. Jane now had access to the hairs around her ass, and around her vagina. More foam was applied, and Jane could not resist slipping a finger into Marianne's little  brown asshole. Jane carefully scraped away the foam from these sensitive regions, again washing off the soap, and drying with the towel. Knowing how erotic it would feel on freshly shaved skin, Jane gently blew on Marianne's cunt and asshole. Marianne squealed and wriggled. That turned her on so much. 

She had never felt so naked. The bonds were released. She was so turned on there was no longer any need to restrain her. 

"Now the oil" ordered Helen. Jane poured lavish amounts of a fragrant liquid into her hands, and started to rub it into Marianne's back. The sensation was electric - erotic and soothing at the same time. The      massaging spread to her arms and neck, then to her feet, ankles, thighs, and Marianne wriggled and squeaked with excitement. Would Jane rub it into her ass? She did. Marianne's legs opened wide involuntarily, inviting the massaging fingers in between her legs. She felt the warm liquid being poured into the crack of her ass, running over her asshole and dripping past her cunt. Skilful fingers rubbed the liquid into her ass, pressing the oil into her asshole, slipping a finger in, then two fingers, then none. Marianne was sopping wet, she wanted release, but she didn't get it. 

Instead Jane turned her onto her back, and oiled the front of her. Stomach, side, shoulders, arms, legs, thighs, at last the massaging reached her breasts, pinching nipples, kneading the oil into her tits. That was so heavenly Marianne didn't know what she wanted most, that lovely feeling in her breasts, or for her to massage that now naked and hairless sopping wet cunt, the cunt which had not yet been oiled and massaged. Finally, when every other part of Marianne had been well oiled, Jane turned to her cunt, pouring more oil on and in, and massaging with strong fingers. Marianne was now at screaming pitch. "Fuck me, just fuck me" she screamed. "I've got to cum!"          

"Not so hasty, miss. Now it's your turn to pleasure me. You're going to have to learn some patience. And first, you must offer your ass for a spanking. Pleasure comes with pain." 

Once again, Marianne wondered fleetingly why his reference to patience, just like her husband does when he's at home. Perhaps she was being selfish and impatient sexually? It was just a fleeting thought, because she was quickly on her knees on the blood red sheet with her face in the pillow, her hands on the bed beside her knees. She was so fired up she felt she wanted to be spanked more than anything else in the world, except being fucked. Jane gave her ass a stinging slap. That hurt, but it was so exciting. More slaps rained down on her already tender ass, and quickly it became red.  "How does it feel, being punished by a servant?" asked Helen. "You do seem to enjoy being beaten. That's good, because that is your status in life now. To be beaten and whipped by anyone." Marianne blushed with shame, but her cunt became even wetter. 

"Now, flat on the bed" ordered Jane. Marianne complied with alacrity. Jane swung  her leg over, and sat on the small of Marianne's back, facing her feet. Marianne could feel Jane's hot wet cunt pressing into her, and Jane wriggled about stimulating her own clitoris, before delivering more stinging slaps to Marianne's ass. Marianne could stand it no longer, she opened her legs wide and lifted her ass towards the stinging hands. The invitation was clear - she wanted her cunt smacked. 

Using one hand to pull the cheeks of her ass apart, Jane used the other to rain blows on her cunt and asshole. That was too much for Marianne, and she came in a shattering screaming orgasm, alternating between pressing her clitoris into the bed, and lifting her cunt to be spanked. 

"WOW!" exclaimed Jane. Helen just smiled to herself- it was all going to plan. 

As Marianne came down from her high, Jane said "Now you must pleasure me. 

Marianne rolled over, bringing Jane down with her, and on top of her, with her arms round the naked Jane, and their tongues entwined. She ran her hands over Jane's young body, one hand probing her ass, the other caressing her tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She rolled on top of her, continuing the kiss, pushing her tongue as far into Jane's mouth as possible. 

"Now" cried Jane, "I want your lips on my tits. I want you to bite them, I want your tongue in my cunt, I want your lips on my clit, nibbling and pulling. Give me some pain!" 

Marianne was surprised and shocked. A lovely young girl like Jane wanting pain! A cut of Helen's whip on her ass reminded her to get cracking, and Jane got her wish. As they rolled and wrestled, kissed and sucked, Marianne found her own tits and clit being nibbled, bitten, pulled and pinched, and she loved it. Finally, in a 69 position, both Marianne and Jane reached a mutual shattering orgasm, and clung to each other as the passion subsided. 

"Well" said Helen dryly, "don't ever tell me again you don't have lesbian tendencies! You really got into the swing of that. Now take that dirty little cunt of yours back to your room and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow you're going to continue your lesbianism training under me. You'll find out what is meant by domme and sub - and you'll be the sub. When we have finished training you the only way you'll achieve sexual satisfaction is as the result of being whipped or humiliated. And I am really going to enjoy being your teacher. 

Marianne was exhausted and sore all over. A long hot shower, and she tumbled between crisp clean white sheets and slept like a log. 

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Jane woke her as usual at 7.30 with a cup of tea. This time there was a gleam in her eye, and Marianne was aware that there relationship had changed. She no longer regarded Jane as merely a maid, and now felt like the underdog in the relationship. "Good morning, Miss. How are you feeling this morning? Have you tried sitting down yet? You really enjoyed yourself last night!" Yes, the relationship had changed. Marianne lowered her eyes. "We must do that again sometime" chirped Jane. 

"Yes, about last night. I'm not really a lesbian, you know. I don't know what came over me". 

"Your secret is safe with me, Miss" said Jane, winking. Marianne blushed crimson. Already her cunt was getting wet at the memory of last night. 

"This morning Helen will be giving you instruction on satisfying a woman. Actually I'd have said you were a natural lesbian. You really satisfied me last night, and when you came your screams were ear shattering." Marianne blushed even more. 

"I'll bring breakfast in at 8, and collect you for Helen at 9. Be ready to go before 9" she ordered. " See yah!" and reaching down, Jane gave Marianne's nipple a painful tweak.  That last utterance reminded Marianne she had been filmed and photographed fucking a 14 year old boy, and she blanched even more. 

At 2 minutes to 9 Jane reappeared. Marianne was ready and waiting, wearing the new simple dress that was in the wardrobe. "At least it's no problem choosing my clothes each day, there's not a lot to choose from." She was fitting her slave collar and cuffs as Jane entered. "What terrible things are going to happen to today" she wondered, but she felt her nipples stiffen at the thought. 

"You look good enough to eat, Miss! In fact, that's probably what Helen has in mind. She's very good!" 

Jane led Marianne into the drawing room, where Helen was already waiting, sipping on a cup of tea. 

"Good morning, Marianne. You're looking bright and fresh after your  exertions yesterday. This morning's session will be a breeze, if your performance with Jane is anything to go by." 

"Good morning, Helen" said Marianne, determined to be civilised, even to her tormentor. 

"Ah, there is a change to our relationship, Marianne. From now on you will call me Mistress, and I will call you whatever I like. Is that OK, slut?" 

Marianne was taken aback. "But I've known you as Helen for five years!" She protested. 

".... and now you know me as Mistress. This morning you're going to start learning how to be my pain slut. I say "start" because the learning will continue for years. There will always be something new for you to learn, and I shall enjoy finding new things to teach you. If you are wise you will learn to enjoy the lessons, or life will be very tough indeed." 

"As today is your first lesson, we shall start off simply with the basics. Start by getting undressed. I want you naked except for your collar and cuffs in 60 seconds." 

"But ....." 

"10 seconds gone. You know the punishment for being late." 

Marianne realised her mistake, and rushed to remove her clothes, as Helen counted down the seconds. She still had one stocking and a suspender belt on when Helen reached zero. Helen stood in front of Marianne, pinched both her nipples hard and pulled her against her, the mistress fully clothed, the slave almost naked. Marianne screamed with pain as Helen pushed her and pulled her using her nipples as handles. 

"Excellent. We will adjourn to the dungeon after the lesson and continue with some serious chastisement. It's always good to have an excuse to inflict some pain on your body. Not that I need an excuse of course. Pain will be used throughout the lesson to keep your mind on the lesson, so the quicker you learn the easier it will be for you. By the end of today I expect you to be completely submissive to my will - and to anybody else's will, come to that." 

"Now say “Mistress, may I kiss you on the lips?"". 

Marianne, catching on fast, dutifully said, "Mistress, may I kiss you on the lips?", to which Helen replied. "Why of course, my pretty little slut, as long as you do it properly. I want you to grind your naked body against me, and make it clear you want me to fuck you. You will have to act as if you mean it. If it seems you are just acting then you will get more punishment. I can tell if you mean it simply by feeling your cunt. I expect you to be wet with desire." 

Desperate to avoid more whippings, Marianne slid her arms lasciviously around Helen, snuggling up and kissing her neck, running her hands over Helens back, shoulders and ass, pressing her naked body into Helens clothed one, nibbling her lips round to join Helen's lips, pushing her tongue between Helen's lips. She felt Helen kissing her back, running her hands over Marianne's hips and thighs,  then one hand behind her head, crushing  Marianne's lips against hers, the other hand sliding down over her ass, fingers in her crack, on her ass hole, in her asshole, round to her cunt, sliding in. And an amazing thing happened - Marianne found herself sopping wet. How could this be? 

"Mmmm" murmured Helen, "so you're not just acting! Now you must seduce me, make me want to fuck you against my better judgment. Act like the slut you obviously must be - naked, a dripping cunt, rubbing your cunt into my clothes like a bitch in heat." 

Marianne blushed. It must be true! She was naked. Her cunt was sopping wet, and she wanted Helen to fuck her. She had always considered Helen a friend, and never even thought about having her as a lover. She wasn't lesbian, after all, she was straight. But suddenly she wanted Helen to ravish her, more than anything else in the world. What had come over her? 

She ran one hand over Helen's ass, the other round the front fondling a breast, finding its way to Helens's blouse, starting to fumble with buttons to get in. "Helen," she whispered, "fuck me, take me, hurt me. I need you to ravish me, rape me." 

"Not a bad start" said Helen drily, "but calling me Helen was a mistake that will be punished. I'm your mistress now. Don't make that mistake again. But this is getting interesting - keep going." 

Marianne now had Helen’s blouse open, and had full access to Helen's full breasts, as Helen wore no bra. Her nipples were as hard as rock, and the size of thimbles, unlike Marianne's rather weak specimens. Marianne eased the blouse off Helen's shoulders, and down her arms, nibbling and biting her nipples as she did so. The blouse dropped to the floor, and Marianne started on her skirt. She had to get into that skirt. Luckily it buttoned right down the front, to her knees. Marianne started at the bottom, undoing one button after the other, running her hands up inside the skirt, and finding Helen knickerless, and with a sopping wet cunt of her own. Finally the skirt dropped away, and Helen stood there in only stockings and suspender belt. 

"Now what?" she asked. 

Marianne pushed her mistress towards the couch, and laid her down, all the while kissing her full on the lips, and running her hands over Helen's tits, cunt and ass. Helen's breasts were large and heavy compared to Marianne's standard handful, Marianne needed both of her small hands to encircle them. She lay on top of Helen, grinding her tits into Helen's tits, her cunt into Helen's cunt, her tongue into Helen's mouth. 

"Not bad", murmured Helen. "Not bad at all. I think I might be persuaded to fuck you after all. First, though, get on your knees and get your tongue into my cunt. Give me a thoroughly good licking. I want your face to smell of my juices." 

Helen lay back on the sofa, and Marianne got onto her knees on the floor. Helen opened her legs wide and said "get your tongue in there, slut." 

Marianne looked at Helen's hairless cunt, glistening wet, erect clitoris, and set forth with tongue and fingers, slurping, sucking, licking. 

"Not like that, you stupid cunt!" shouted Helen, and leaning forward cuffed Marianne's wrists together behind her back. Now get your knees apart, and try again without your hands. Marianne wondered why her own knees had to be apart. The reason became clear quickly, as Helen produced a cat o'nine tails from under a cushion. "This is to encourage you to be enthusiastic. Heads I win tails you lose, because if you're not enthusiastic enough I shall whip your cunt, and when I get excited I shall whip your cunt. Get going!" And the whip sliced into Marianne between her legs, curling round her ass, her cunt and clitoris. Marianne jerked up and screamed into Helen's cunt. Helen was ecstatic, that was what she like to hear. "Get going slut ,I said". Marianne continued lapping at Helen's pussy, as blows rained down. The humiliation and the stinging whip was getting to her, and her own orgasm was building. Helen sensed that, and said "If you cum without permission you will be punished, so cool yourself down. Time for a change." 

Helen attached nipple clamps to Marianne, with a dog lead attached to the chain,  She turned so she was kneeling on the sofa, leaning on the back, with the dog lead between her wide spread knees. Giving it a sharp tug she said "Now get your tongue deep in my ass hole. Lick it. Suck it. Savour it. You had better get to love it because you will spend a lot of time in this position, either with me or anyone else I care to lend or hire you to," Pulling hard on the dog lead, she pulled Marianne's face to her ass, Marianne, with her hands cuffed behind her, struggled to maintain her balance. As her face made contact with Helen's ass she started licking for all she was worth. She was surprised the smell was not unpleasant, and, encouraged by the sharp pain in her tits, soon had her tongue inside Helen's asshole. This excited Helen even more, and she pulled even harder on the lead. During one big surge she pulled so hard the clamps slipped off Marianne's nipples. The pain was excruciating, and the unfortunate Marianne lost her balance, and toppled over onto her back on the floor, her bound arms underneath her. 

"You stupid cunt" Helen screamed, "Can't you do anything right?" Now your cunt is really for it," Marianne nearly fainted with terror. Helen clambered off the sofa, and mounted Marianne's face, kneeling astride her. "Now get your tongue busy and make me cum. The sooner I cum the sooner I'll stop whipping your ugly little cunt." She produce a short thin whippy piece of birch, and brought it down hard between Marianne's legs. Marianne instinctively brought her legs together. "Open those legs WIDE" screamed Helen, 

Marianne licked and sucked for all he was worth, and struggled to draw breath, as Helen directed blow after blow on Marianne’s cunt and clitoris. She was rewarded with a gurgle from her tormentor, and Helen's cum flooded over her face. Helen dropped the whip, and fell forward into  a 69 position. Here she bit hard on her victim’s labia, drawing a scream from Marianne. This was too much for Helen, who came again and again, and female cum flowed over Marianne's face. 

Marianne's own cunt was sore from the whipping. She had not cum, and was just feeling used, abused and frustrated, although the obvious level of Helen's orgasm gave her pleasure and satisfaction of a job well done. 

Helen lay there for a few minutes, until her orgasms had subsided, and then climbed off, stood up and said "right, now it's time to get you fucked, young lady. I want you in the guest bedroom, on the bed on your hands and knees, knees well apart, facing the camera at the foot of the bed." 

Marianne gulped. More cameras! She didn't realise that the session she had just endured had also been filmed. 

Helen said, "you'll notice a few changes since yesterday. This session will be filmed from several angles. There will be shots from one side - we're particularly interested in seeing you tits swing as I fuck you. Master will be there with a hand held camera to catch the dildo ravaging your cunt, and there is one in front of your face to catch your expressions of pain and lust. We expect this video to be a big seller, so you had better perform well for your public, or else." 

Marianne scampered into the guest room as quickly as she could. She knew now the penalties for tardiness. The room had changed, as well as the cameras, there were extra lights. There was to be no escape into the gloom and shadow. She clambered onto the bed as instructed, her face only a few feet from the face camera. Slightly to one side she could see a number of monitors. Was she going to be able to watch herself being fucked, in real time? A shiver of excitement and apprehension went through her as she settled herself into the required position. 

Helen came in, now smartly dressed in a grey skirt, jacket & scarlet blouse, followed by the Master, also smartly dressed in a grey suit, a red spotted handkerchief sprouting from his top pocket. All this smartness made Marianne feel extra naked, and her nipples hardened at the thought. 

"Ah, Marianne. Good to see you again with those perky little nipples. Your ass and cunt are a nice red colour, and I can see some really good lines on your ass and tits. They will show up well for the cameras, and we'll add some more as the cameras roll. You'll enjoy that. And by that I mean "you WILL enjoy it, or else." 

"This is the plot: I will present you as a recaptured slave. You have been well whipped whilst being recaptured, and the viewers will get close up shots of your tits, cunt and ass to prove it. You have been sentenced to further punishment. This will of course include more whippings of your cunt, tits and ass. A particular target this time will be your nipples. We expect you to scream, and shed real tears. In fact we'll work hard to make sure you do. Your face during all this will be captured in close up, so the viewers will feel your pain and ecstasy. Then it will be explained that you have never been fucked by another woman, and this is to be the first occasion. I can tell you the dildo will be big and rough, and Helen will not be gentle with you. You will find yourself really enjoying the experience, and reach multiple climaxes. Of course, we don't really expect you to do that, but we do expect you to put on a good display as if you were. At a later date we may film other parts of the story, in no particular order." 

Addressing the camera, he said "You may recall that a week ago one of our slaves escaped. I'm pleased to report she has been recaptured. Today I want to show you how we treat such escapees. Marianne is 35, married,  and claims to be straight. She has already been well whipped during the course of her recapture, as these shots her show. You can clearly se the  marks of the whip here on her ass, here on her cunt, and here on her breasts." The camera closed in on each area in turn, as he ran his fingers along the weals. "Well today we are going to punish her further. You will see the action in close up, see the pain and anguish on her face and watch the tears, and hear the screams. When she is thoroughly prepared, Mistress Helen will give her her first fuck from a female, although she has had forced oral lesbian sex, which is when she received the weals on her cunt. You will notice that her nipples have not been marked. We aim to change that now. You see her now on her hands and knees anticipating her first female fuck, but first she has her punishment to take." 

As he said this Marianne quaked and trembled. Fear and apprehension were etched onto her face, picked up in detail by the ever watchful cameras. Why was this all happening to her, a middle aged housewife? 

Addressing both Marianne and the camera, he said "Marianne, you have been sentenced to ten strokes of the cane on your bare ass, six strokes on your bare breasts, and three strokes  on the area between the inside of your legs. Whilst your ass is being punished you will not be restrained, but if you move, or fail to keep looking at the camera in front of you, the punishment will begin again. During the punishment of your breasts and cunt you will be restrained. That is primarily for the entertainment of our viewers." 

"I will describe Marianne for you. She is a 35 year old teacher and housewife, married with no children. Her husband is away at sea. She has a very slender waist, and just look at that lovely ass, made lovelier by these red lines that I'm running my fingers along. She has recently been completely shaved below the neck, and will be kept this way. She has an attractive face, framed by long auburn hair. You can see she has medium sized breasts, and I can assure you they are really quite firm. Her nipples are disappointing, and we have plans to do something about that....." 

Here Marianne's eyes opened wide with astonishment. What could they do about her nipples? To be sure, they weren't hard brown thimbles like Helen's, but they had sufficed for 35 years. 

".... Her clitoris and labia are neat and tidy, but not particularly prominent. We plan on extending those, too." 

"What?!!" cried Helen, aghast, quite forgetting where she was. 

"Ah, there you can see that Marianne was not aware  of our plans. Unfortunately her interjection has earned her a session with weighted clamps on nipples, clitoris and labia during her forthcoming punishment." 

"To continue, Marianne is still an anal virgin. I propose remedying this in the near future, and of course will be filmed in high definition video for our customers later viewing. Marianne has a number of new experiences coming her way in the next few months, but I shall disclose those when the time is ripe." 

Marianne was stunned. He was going to fuck her ass! Her husband had always wanted to fuck her in the ass, but she had always refused angrily. And what were these new experiences? She couldn't even begin to guess. Wasn't what had been done to her so far extreme enough? 

"So, let the punishment begin. You will see I have selected a light whippy cane that will deliver maximum pain with minimum real damage. We want to hurt her, not harm her. Marianne, you may kiss the cane. Tell the viewers how you deserve the punishment, and ask us to deliver it. When it the punishment is over, you may thank me for our hard work. Oh, didn't I say? I have asked Howard to whip your cunt. I thought both you and he would enjoy that!" 

"NO!" her mind screamed. "Not that bully! He'll show no mercy at all." But learning her lesson from/the previous interjection, she said nothing at all. Some squeaks of terror passed her lips, but her face told everyone what she was thinking. 

"Naturally, your friend Mistress Helen will deal with the punishment of your tits and nipples, and  I will whip your ass, because I fancy it. Then it will be time for your first female fuck. Mistress Helen is looking forward to that." 

He held the cane in front of Marianne. Knowing she had no choice, Marianne leaned forward and kissed it, saying "I have done wrong and deserve to be punished. Please whip me." 

"Just move your knees six inches further apart. Your cunt needs to be accessible even when you're being whipped." 

"Good. Now count these strokes, and ask to be whipped again. Don't lose count or move position or we will start again."* * 

"Now we have some  small toys to apply to you because of your interjection. Helen, please." 

Helen handed him a box that was obviously heavy, he took two nipple clamps from the box and let the sprung teeth clamp onto Marianne's nipples, making her wince with pain. he then added a half pound weight to each of them, letting them swing beneath as she waited on hands and knees. He could see she was biting her tongue to avoid shouting out. Stepping round behind her, he put clamps on both labia, and onto her clitoris. This time he only added quarter pound weights, but these stretched her labia considerably, her clitoris less so. Marianne was making little keening noises, in some considerable pain. To make it worse, he set them all swinging. "Get used to the swinging, they'll swing like bell clappers when we start whipping." 

"Please whip me, sir." She said through gritted teeth. As she said it she noticed Howard standing by the door. His erection was obvious. 

The cane swished hard and fast, striking Marianne low on the buttocks. She screamed loudly, and collapsed on the bed howling, causing the clamps to pull even more on her stretched nipples.. 

"That one doesn't count. Let's start again". She pulled herself together, told herself she could do it, and said again "Please whip me, sir." 

The cane swung again, landing with a loud thwack. The weights on her nipples and cunt swung to and fro. Tears welled into her eyes as she looked into the camera, and she struggled to draw breath, before croaking out "one. Please whip me again, sir." 

The camera zoomed in on the new red streaks on her ass, and the swinging weights on her cunt, and the side camera caught the swinging of her breasts under the influence of half pound weights. Marianne could see the results on the monitors in front of her. Despite her discomfort, she had to agree it was an erotic sight, and she felt that familiar lurch in her loins. She wanted to be fucked. 

The second stroke took her by surprise, as she was thinking about the imminent fucking. The camera caught her look of surprise, and more tears flowed. The weights swung furiously. She almost fell ,but saved herself with some effort. "Two. Please whip me again sir." 

There was a pause before number three, to give Marianne time to think about the imminence of more pain, and it showed in her facial expressions. When it arrived it made a neat red line between the previous two. Marianne's ass was a sea of burning pain. 

"Three. Please whip me again sir." 

Master paused to remove his jacket, and hang it neatly on a hook behind the door, He rolled his sleeves up and took sip of water. "Warm work, this. Eh, Marianne. We must do the job properly." 

After the sixth stroke Marianne's desire to be fucked was getting strong. The whip, the swinging weights, the knowledge that lots of unknown men and women would buy the DVD of her humiliation and jerk off combined to bring out her inner slut, the slut she didn't know she had. The monitor showed her eyes shine with lust, even as tears ran down her cheeks "Six./ Please/ whip me again. " 

As seventh stroke was applied she subconsciously moved her ass up and back to greet the cane. 

"Seven. please whip me again and fuck me." 

With a satisfied smile, Master increased the ferocity of the final strokes, and although she screamed louder, both Master and the rear camera could plainly see how wet she was. 

Finally, "Ten. Thankyou Master for giving me the punishment I deserved. But please fuck me!" 

"That would be pleasure, and this is punishment. You will get your fucking from Mistress Helen. Now let the public see your new decorations." 

The camera zoomed in on her beaten ass, a sea of red wheals, the last few crossing the others. The swinging weights had stretched her labia considerably, and her tits were hanging lower. Liquid was oozing out of her bald cunt. 

Addressing the camera, he said "You can see she is really horny following the caning. She has not had fellatio training yet, so I shall just fuck her face." Moving the face camera round 90 degrees to see the profile of her face, he undid his flies and took out his cock, which was already hard and with precum glistening. "Open you mouth Marianne, this is for me. Keep your teeth out of the way." 

Holding her head with both hands he pushed his cock deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She had no time to gag, as he used her face to jerk off, hard and fast. Her mouth open wide to accommodate him, lips sliding over cock, he moved her face up and own quickly, pleasuring himself. Marianne had always refused to suck her husband's cock, now here she was having her mouth raped. It was such a ferocious attack he could not last long, and didn't. As he came he pushed Marianne's face against him, pumping cum into her mouth and down her throat. "Swallow it all" he said as he withdrew, and tidied himself up. The face camera showed her struggling to swallow whilst not gagging, and the tears running down her face. 

Addressing the camera, he said "Well that wasn't in the script. But whipping her ass made me so horny, and she looks so lovely with that slender waist, and the weights hanging from her." 

"Now it's Mistress Helen who will be whipping Marianne's breasts. We will obviously have to remove the nipple clamps and weights to achieve that." He rolled down his sleeves and put his jacket back on. 

Helen, who had been handling the rear camera, now took centre stage, handing the camera to the Master. She leaned over Marianne, slipped a couple of fingers into Marianne's cunt, and whispered "this going to hurt a lot!" as she removed the nipple clamps. Half a second of silence, before Helen howled into the camera. The pain of blood returning to pinched and stretched nipples was excruciating. 

"Now to get you into position, hop off the bed for a mo." 

Marianne climbed gingerly and shakily off the bed, weights on her labia and clitoris making movement very painful. A bean bag was placed on the bed, and Marianne was ordered to lay on her back on it. Once there Helen and the Master adjusted her position so her head dropped down backwards on one side, and her legs and ass dropped down the other side. She was then supported only by her back. Her wrist and ankle cuffs were secured to the corners of the bed, and the weights on her labia and clitoris hung down the side of the bean bag. 

"Now this position flattens her breasts, presenting a poor target, so to address this we will pull her tits towards the ceiling." and she attached clamps to each nipple. Cord on each clamp lead to hooks in the ceiling. Helen attached one pound weights to lengths of the cord, and let them drop. Marianne's nipples were jerked skywards, lifting her breasts into a good prominent position. Cameras were repositioned to get good clear close-up shots of her face, cunt and tits. 

"I'm now going to whip each side of her breasts, two strokes each side. I'll let you guess where the fifth stroke will be directed. Marianne, as with your ass whipping, you will count, and ask to be whipped again." 

It wasn't easy to speak wither head right back. The camera could see the terror in her eyes, but was there lust there too? She croaked "please whip my tits". 

Helen smiled, she was going to enjoy whipping Marianne's tits. They had known each other for five years, and she had always envied and lusted after Marianne's slim figure and good looks. They were almost next door neighbours, and she expected this new relationship to continue for a long time. She imagined Marianne bent naked over the back of her settee at home, waiting for Helen to whip her and then fuck her. Helen's smile  increased. "Kiss the cane, Marianne, before it kisses your tits." Marianne dutifully did so. 

Helen gave the weights lifting Marianne's tits a tug, pulling them even tighter. She tried her aim, laying the cane by the intended target. Then she quickly swung her arm back behind her, and brought it back smartly, striking the top side of both of Marianne's tits. Red lines appeared, and Marianne screamed in pain and terror. It took a few seconds to recover enough to say "One. Please whip my tits again." Just saying that brought back the terror. 

Second stroke, just below the first. More tears, more gasps of pain, and "Two. Please whip my tits again." 

Helen moved round to the other side so she could strike the underside of Marianne's breasts. The third stroke arrived, then the fourth. Four bright red wheals on milky white breasts. Another "Four. Please whip my tits again." 

"You know what's coming next, don't you?" said Helen, and winked.  Marianne squeaked with terror. Her nipples had always been sensitive. Now having had half pound weights clamped to them, then pulled skywards, they were really tender. Only one stroke, though. 

Helen removed the clamps on her nipples, bringing more waves of pain and anguish as the blood returned to them. Helen said "we'll wait a few minutes for that pain to subside, or you won't feel the kiss of the cane. I've been practising my aim, I've only one opportunity this time to whip your nipples, and I don't intend to waste it. While we're waiting, let's see how that cunt is doing." Fingers probed between her wide open thighs. The camera picked up with shine of wetness, and heard the "squidge" of a sopping wet cunt. "You really are a natural pain slut, you know" exclaimed Helen. "What will you be like after Howard whips your cunt? Of course, this is all a prelude to my using a strap-on dildo on you. Who knows, I might decide to fuck your ass with it as well." 

Marianne was terrified by the sound off that. It was bad enough when the vicar accidentally slipped his cock into her ass. To be ass fucked by a large unyielding dildo would be a nightmare. She didn't realise that Helen was just winding her up for the benefit of the cameras. 

"Right, here it comes. There's only one, so make the most of it." 

Helen perked up Marianne’s nipples with her fingers, sucking them then blowing on them so they stood up nicely, like soldiers facing the firing squad. She took careful aim, laying the whip across both erect nipples, then swiftly lifted it and brought it down smartly. A direct it on both nipples. Marianne arched her back, screwed up her eyes, strained in her bonds, and screamed. The sight and sounds would be jerk fodder for her viewing public. 

"Have you forgotten something, my little wet pain slut?" said Helen, with her fingers inside Marianne again. 

"Five. Thankyou for whipping my tits." she managed at last. 

"Now Howard", said the master, "it's your turn. I know you've been looking forward to this. Because of the sensitivity of the target area, you will use a lighter cane. Rest assured it will cause pain, but we want to avoid real damage." 

Howard was disappointed. He did want to inflict real damage! 

"Time to rearrange our housewife, so you can get at her cunt." Helen helped Howard release Marianne's ankle bonds and attached them to ropes going through pulleys in the ceiling. They also released her wrists and attached them behind her back. They each pulled on a rope, hoisting Marianne upwards  feet first so she dangled over the bed, legs very wide open. The weights on her labia were removed to provide better access for the whip, but the clitoris weight was doubled to half a pound. The half pound nipple weights were also reattached. The bed was moved to one side, and a rubber sheet spread over the floor. By now poor Marianne was in a complete funk. She had never felt so helpless and vulnerable. Her abused tits were being stretched by weights, and her clitoris hurt like hell. To make it worse, the man she despised and detested was going to whip her cunt. 

The cameras were rearranged, one for her face, a general panoramic view of the scene, and one for close-ups of the whipping. She saw Howard standing in front of her, with an obvious erection bulging in his trousers. He reached forward, and dipped his fingers into her cunt. She couldn't believe she was still wet! With four fingers inside her, and thumb outside, he pulled her hard, setting her swinging' He then set all the weights swinging, adding excruciating pain to her tits and clit. Marianne was on the verge of losing it, when he said "kiss the whip, slut, and ask me nicely to whip your cunt." 

Marianne kissed the whip, and said "Please Howard whip my cunt". 

He laid the whip along her cunt, sawing it back and forth, and said. "OK. Here comes number one." The whip rose and fell, he wanted to inflict real pain - and he did. It landed on her left labia. Her pain and terror  was so great she lost control of her bladder. To her utter shame, piss ran down her body, over her tits, over face, into her mouth, nose and eyes. Howard smiled. "Strike one to me, I think? I'm waiting" 

Eventually she managed weakly "One. Please whip my cunt again Howard". 

The second strike was directed at the right labia, and succeeded. The pain from the first stroke had not subsided, so the second did not make a lot of difference. "Two. Please whip my cunt again Howard." 

For his last shot, Howard moved round behind his victim. He intended to place the whip along the soft wet centre, with the end curling round to her clitoris, which was already carrying half a pound weight. Taking aim, he brought the whip down with all his considerable weight. Drops of moisture flew away from the instrument of pain. Marianne bucked and jerked so hard both nipple weights slipped off, dragging teeth over tender nipple. Howard then callously pulled the clitoris weight off, but by then Marianne had fainted. 

Quickly Master and Helen lowered Marianne, removed her bonds, and placed her on the bed. They looked worried, but Howard didn't care. They bathed her face with warm water, and covered her with a blanket. As she came round they breathed sighs of relief. They were actually very fond of Marianne, unlike Howard. 

Jane was called to take Marianne to her room, give her a hot shower and hair wash, put balm on the sores, and bring her back within the hour. As Marianne said, "she's still due a fucking from me!" 

After Jane and Marianne had gone, the master turned to Helen and said "We've got some great footage there. And we've only just started with her. She's a little goldmine." 

An hour later, Jane brought Marianne back to the guest room. Marianne had to admit that after a shower, a cup of tea, some TLC from Jane, she felt a lot better. And she still had an itch in her cunt that needed satisfying. Meanwhile, the room had been returned to it's normal state,  with the bed and cameras back in position. Marianne was still completely naked, whilst both the Master and Helen were fully dressed. Thankfully, Howard had departed the scene, and Marianne supposed that the Master had been worried he would do real damage, and asked him to leave. 

"Welcome back to the real world" said Helen, drily. "Come here and kiss me." 

With some trepidation, Marianne walked up to Helen, put her arms around her, and gave her a full kiss on the lips. Helen retuned the kiss, putting her arms around Marianne, pressing Marianne's nakedness into her suit. "There's nothing quite like cuddling a naked slut when you're fully dressed". Marianne had to agree, being naked and cuddled and caressed by a fully dressed good looking woman was seriously erotic. The rough material rubbed her sore nipples and clitoris, and both became erect, and she felt her  cunt beginning to flood again. So when Helen slipped her hand over Marianne's ass and dipped her fingers into her cunt she found her hot and wet. 

"On to the bed in your original position, NOW!" ordered Helen. Marianne wasted no time, and was quickly staring into  camera lens, eyes full of lust. As she waited the cameras rolled, taking in every twitch, every blink, the partly open mouth, every licking of the lips, every drop of moisture glistening on her cunt. 

Meanwhile, Helen was stripping off her suit, and soon stood naked. She strapped on her favorite dildo, a real monster of a cock, ten inches long, two inches diameter, and realistic looking. It was double ended, and had a ribbed area that massaged her clitoris as she fucked, but the piece de resistance were the short sharp teeth at the base of the dildo. When the dildo went all the way in to the girl's body, the teeth dug in to the area surrounding her cunt or ass as appropriate. She had had a lot of fun with that on unsuspecting females! 

Helen was proud of her muscular body, and she kept herself in trim. She may have been 45, but she had the body of a woman of 30. When she was ready she went to show Marianne what was coming to her. Marianne was horrified, "That will never fit inside me!" to which Helen replied "it will if I push hard enough, and your cunt is wet enough. And if you're lucky I will fuck your ass with it too," Marianne swallowed hard, but said nothing, but her face went pale and her heart sank. She knew all this was being captured on film and would be used to humiliate her. 

"One other bit of good news for you - we're going to reattach your weights. You will love they way they make your tits swing as your being fucked. OK, so let's go for it. Now suck this cock like I'm a man and it's a real cock. If you're wise you'll make it good and wet so it slides in nice and easy." 

Marianne struggled to get the false cock into her mouth. She had used the excuse that his cock was so big it made her jaws hurt to her husband, so she want have to give him BJ's any more, but she knew that was a lie. However, this cock was ENORMOUS! She got the head in, but nothing more. Helen said "Mmm, you're going to have a problem when sucking cock is on your training schedule! OK, here I come, ready or not." 

Reaching under, Helen reattached the nipple weights, and the weights on her labia. She left the weight off of her clitoris because she might want to use it some other way. Marianne grimaced and gasped, but said nothing. This was going to be a trial! 

Standing behind Marianne, Helen tested the waters by inserting a couple of fingers - and the waters were dry. "Lets see how you're progressing as a pain slut," proposed Helen, selecting a light cane. "Maybe a few kisses of a cane will bring tears to your eyes, and tears to your cunt." She ran the can up and down along Marianne's cunt. She shivered and trembled, and the old familiar feeling began to return ,no matter how hard she tried to resist it. Then the cane swung against her ass, and she knew without doubt she was becoming a pain slut. This was further confirmed when Helen brought it up sharply between the weights hanging from her labia - liquid poured out of her. 

Helen inserted the first inch of the dildo into Marianne's cunt. Marianne screamed blue murder - "take it out - it won't fit" she cried. 

"Oh yes it will" cried Helen "and you'll cry when I take it out." She pushed hard, and the cock surged in. Marianne screamed blue murder again. Not only was the cock pushing against her cervix, and the diameter much larger than anything she bee fucked by before, but the teeth at the base of the device were biting into her labia, which already had weights attached to them. 

Helen ignored the screams, and continued to fuck the unfortunate Marianne, stretching her wide open, and metal teeth repeatedly stabbing her labia. The motion set all the weights swinging. As Helen watched the action on the monitors in front of her, she found the swinging dangling tits really erotic, and wished the same was happening to her tits. She stopped the fucking, attached nipple clamps on chains to her own nipples, and led the chains forward to attach to Marianne's nipples. Then as Marianne's weights swung, pulling her tits backwards and forwards, they did the same to Helen’s tits. 

After feeling to see how wet she was, and being delighted to find she was satisfyingly moist, Helen resumed her fucking of Marianne's cunt. She found a satisfying rhythm, that was at the resonant frequency of Marianne's swinging tits and weights and the tension and temperature increased. She could thump right into Marianne's cunt, producing a satisfying squeal as the teeth bit in to her labia and clit and pushing her forward, swing the weights. Helen could then pullback, producing an exhilarating tug on both sets of nipples, before puling Marianne backwards onto the dildo as Helen plunged forward again. The sound of Marianne's cries as the teeth bit, the sound of the squish as the dildo plunged into Marianne's sopping cunt, the delicious smell of 2 juiced up females, the sight of Marianne's lovely slim body beneath her, the sight on the monitors of the enforced coupling, of the dildo plunging in and pulling out, of Marianne's  superb tits swinging with the weights, the pressure of the dildo in her own cunt and on her clitoris, and the metronomic tugging on her own nipples soon had Helen on the verge of orgasm. She just needed that extra something. She let go of Marianne’s waist, and with one hand grabbed her long flowing hair, and with the other reached underneath Marianne and grabbed her clitoris between finger and thumb. As she began her orgasm she pulled back hard on Marianne's hair, at the same time pinched her clitoris hard. Marianne screamed "Helen, I love you!", and went into orgasm herself, struggling to remain on her hands and knees. A last enormous thrust from Helen toppled her forward, and she fell forward onto the bed. The nipple weights caught on the sheets, and the clamps rasped over her nipples, and extra tension was put on the labia weights. The whole episode had lasted less than 15 minutes. 

They lay in a crumpled heap for several minutes, cuddling up close, Helen kissing Marianne's neck, caressing her breasts, the dildo buried deep inside Marianne's cunt, Marianne with a huge smile on her face. Marianne pondered how quickly her husband's hard cock soon went soft after he fucked her, but Helen's cock stayed hard inside her, hard against her cervix. She could get to like this! Meanwhile the Master adjusted the cameras to the new positions, and took close-up shots of both Helen and Marianne. 

As they came out of their sexual stupor, Helen said "Don't tell me again that you're straight. You loved being fucked by a woman. Was that lust talking, or did you mean what you screamed at us all as you came?" 

"I don't know, Mistress Helen, I don't know", wailed Marianne. "I don't know what came over me." 

"Well we’ll put it to the test. Tonight you will move into my room and sleep in my bed. Then I can whip you, suck you and fuck you when I feel like it. Don't think it's an easy option, I am a hard mistress. And you still have a long training schedule to follow. You have some interesting times ahead of you." 

Marianne groaned - but her nipples hardened again. 

  

To be continued