The Breaking and Making of Marianne

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

Part 9, Carnival

 

The resounding cheers were still echoing in her ears as Jane helped Marianne back to Helen's quarters, for a long deep bath, massage and have her soothing ointment applied to her sores. A drink, a bite to eat, and she was in Helen's bed fast asleep, exhausted.

The next day her ass was very sore. Jane regularly rubbed in more ointment, making sure that the ointment was applied inside her ass as well as outside. She and Helen were amused to see they could now fit three fingers into her ass with no difficulty. All that day Marianne lay on her tummy, recuperating, and was unmolested. Even Helen did no more than caress the red weals on Marianne's ass and tits, murmuring “mmmm!” to herself.

On the second day she was led into the lounge, where the Master was waiting. “Good morning, Marianne. I trust you have recovered from your introduction to anal sex? This morning we are going to continue your anal training. When you leave here anal sex will be your preferred way of being fucked.” Marianne thought this was unlikely, but was wise enough to say nothing.

The Master continued, “Helen, arrange our guest over the whipping stool, legs apart, hands handcuffed behind her back, and her neck chained to the floor so her face is on the carpet.” Helen happily complied, she loved seeing her friend naked, vulnerable and accessible. Marianne's ass was pointing skyward, and she felt the familiar thrill tweaking at her nipples, and her cunt juices began to flow. She cursed er body for betraying her. This really shouldn't excite her! It was wrong!

The Master flayed Marianne's naked ass, making sure that some strokes went between her legs, striking either her cunt or her ass hole. Then she felt his cock enter her sopping cunt, withdraw, then using her cunt juice as lubrication, plunged straight into her ass, to the hilt. It was a familiar feeling, and one that was to become more familiar. He used her cuffed arms as reins, and rode her hard for ten minutes before coming violently inside her. She felt the warm seed flooding into her ass, and orgasm-ed herself, even though he had not touched her cunt or clit.

The Master chuckled. “You're a natural ass slut, Marianne. Your turn, Helen.”

Helen had already strapped on the double ended dildo, and wasted no time in plunging the large device into Marianne's ass. Unlike the Master, however, she leaned forward, pushing four fingers into Marianne's cunt, timing the clenching of her fingers with the thrusts of the dildo. In no time at all Marianne was again on the verge of orgasm, screaming and moaning into the carpet. Muffled words like “I'm your slave, fuck my ass hard” were heard, and both Helen and the Master smiled in triumph. Marianne came again, with a loud scream, triggering Helen's own orgasm., and she fell forward over Marianne's back, exhausted.

Later, the Master said “You did well today, Marianne. As a reward we're taking you to the local carnival tonight.” Marianne's heart leapt – she was getting out! But the Master continued “well, actually you're going to be in it, dong your bit for local charity” and Marianne's heart sank again. She knew something awful was coming, but couldn't think what. “This estate always enters a collecting float, to show we are part of the community. You will be our prime collector. So we'll dine early tonight, then we can get you ready.”

After a quick evening meal, Jane collected Marianne, clipped a lead to her collar, and led her to one of the out-buildings. Inside, Marianne could see a tractor drawn farm trailer, with a wood and canvas structure spread over it, like a triangular tent. On each side of the “tent” near the top was a hole of about 12 inches diameter. Each side of the canvas was painted with a large picture of a cat, and the hole was where the cat's mouth was. A large sign on each side read “Throw your spare cash into Marianne's Pussy!”. Marianne's heart sank even further – she had an inkling what was coming.

Jane led her up some steps and onto the float, inside the tent. She could see there were funnels attached to the back of the cats' mouths, connected to pipes which joined at a Y junction. In the same area was a stout wooden St Andrews cross lying flat, with straps attached at various places. She had seen that before, and could see where this was leading.

Helen appeared behind her. “OK Pet, we're running a bit late. Lay on that cross, and we'll get you strapped in safely. We don't want you falling off in the High Street! Marianne started to protest, but a ball gag quickly stopped that. She soon found herself on her back, lashed firmly to the cross, and the float was on the move, driving along gravel track, then open road, bends,then a steep hill. When they finally stopped they were obviously at the start of the carnival, where all the floats congregated ready to move off in their prescribed order. She could hear the hubbub all around, hear the roar of the large generators that the larger floats pulled behind them and see through the canvas the glare of thousands of light bulbs. She guessed they were in her home town, in the cattle market, which was always used for the carnival. Judging of the floats would be taking place, and prizes awarded to the best. Standards were always very high, she knew. Collection floats were judged on how much cash they collected.

Suddenly, her cross was hoisted into the vertical position and secured there. Marianne found herself head down, widespread legs uppermost. Helen gave a running commentary, as she pushed one end of the pipe into Marianne's open cunt. “You see, Pet, it's an open secret that cash thrown into the cats' mouths really does go into Marianne's pussy. We're hoping to win the cup for the most effective collecting float. Jane and I will be on hand to empty you out from time to time. Many of the villagers who've whipped and fucked your ass have promised to give generously to repay your services to them, so we're hopeful about that cup.”

The towing tractor set off with a jerk. Marianne knew the carnival always went in fits and starts, as the huge  carnival floats struggled to get round bends in the narrow streets, and under the overhear wires. She could hear the loud thumping beat of the float they were following, and wondered which carnival club that was.

Then they were into the town, she could hear the spectators. “There she is” she heard, and coins rattled against the canvas above her. Most missed their target, and slid down to be collected later, but some found their way into the cats' mouths, dropped down the pipes and into her cunt. A strange sensation! More and more arrived, feeling heavy inside her. Some seemed to burn. Why was that, she wondered. Helen must have read her thoughts. “Some of the spectators in the know are heating coins with cigarette lighters. Luckily for you much of the heat will be lost in the air, but I imagine the £2 coins will stay quite warm, eh Pet?”

Periodically the pipe was removed, and Jane inserted her small hand as far as she could to retrieve the coins. Some remained deeper in, and Helen said “not worry, we'll get those out later.”

At length, they arrived back at the cattle market. The cross was lowered to the horizontal, and after much delving by Jane, all the coins were removed from Marianne's cunt and put in a canvas cash bag. All the coins that had missed the target were also collected, and put into bags. “Well Marianne, looks like we've done very well” came the voice of the Master, who had just climbed into the float. I'll take this to be counted, and we'll see how it went. Meanwhile Helen will take you to your next appointment. Just remember, this is all for charity, so give freely!” And he winked, giving Marianne another sinking sensation. The Master winking was not good news!

As he spoke, Marianne was released from the cross, although still gagged and attached by her collar to the float. The cross was dismantled, and put to one side, and the whipping stool that she knew so well was put in its place. Marianne knew what came next, and bent over it, extending her arms and legs ready to be lashed down. Jane and Helen exchanged grins – Marianne was learning.

The tractor and its attached float drove off into the night, with Marianne face down and ass up over the stool. Helen casually flicked at Marianne's ass with a small whip. Mostly these were fairly painless, but once or twice she put in some real belters that made Marianne squeal into her gag. After 10 minutes or so the driver pulled over onto some waste ground outside of the town. There was already a large group of men, and a few women, gathered there, and more were making their way along the darkened roads. As the tractor stopped they all gathered round the float, eager to get at its naked and vulnerable cargo.

Helen took charge of the situation. “Right, now I want an orderly queue. £10 buys you Marianne's ass, and a whipping costs £1 per stroke. Remember, this is all for charity. Marianne is kindly donating her ass for free – although she didn't really get much choice in the matter..” This brought a laugh and a cheer from the crowd.  “... so the more pain and pleasure you give Marianne, the greater the benefit to local charities. Now, who's first? It seems we have a lot of people to get though, so I'll have to limit you to 5 minutes maximum, and even then, it will be a long night for Marianne. Another £10 buys you a photograph of you fucking or whipping our lovely girl.”

“Ladies first” came a female voice, as she elbowed her way to the front and climbed aboard. She handed over £10, saying “I'll have a tenner's worth of whipping, please. I've been itching to do this for years, the slut.”

Marianne paled. The voice sounded familiar, although she couldn't place it. Maybe it was a mother of a child she had taught, but there was no mistaking the venom in her voice. Her ass was in for some serious pain! A voice called out “you show her, Yvonne!”, but she was none the wiser.

Yvonne grabbed the whip, and swung it as hard as she could. Luckily for Marianne the space inside the float was limited, but the whip landed on her ass with a great dealt of force and unspent passion. Marianne screamed into her gag, and nine more stripes of equal ferocity criss crossed her ass. As she was leaving, Yvonne put two gingers into Marianne's cunt, her thumb into her ass, and pinched as hard as she could, as she did so she leaned forward, and said in a stage whisper to Marianne “I'm going to be doing this a lot in future, slut.

Next on was the vicar, who had already had his cock in her ass, by accident. He handed over £20, saying, “as it's for a good cause, I'll have her ass and 10 stripes, please. 5 before, and 5 after.” and sotto voce to Marianne, he said “..and this time I'm really going to fuck your ass, you sexy little minx!” He dipped the end of the whip in Marianne's cunt, then brought it down sharply on her ass, the red stripe joining the glowing stripes left by his predecessor. 4 more followed in quick succession. “Oh yess! That has really got me hot,” he gloated. “Now for that delicious ass. It's looking a lot more used since I was last there. But never mind, it will still feel tight enough to make your eyes water.”

The vicar was proud of the size of his cock, and after whipping Marianne's ass it was throbbing nicely, ready for action. Lifting his cassock, he was naked underneath. He spat on his hand, wet his bell end, then plunged straight into her ass. Marianne's sphincter gave way with no resistance, and almost immediately felt him reach the end of her rectum.  Well aware of the clock ticking, and not wishing to come away without filling her ass with his cum, he hammered away at her ass, climaxing within 4 minutes. “The gossip is right, my girl, your ass is even better than your cunt! Now where's that whip?”

And so the evening wore on, Marianne's ass was whipped and fucked and fucked and whipped. Mostly men, but some women. Marianne noticed the women were more vicious, and stretched her ass more, than the men. The money rolled in, and Marianne lost count of how many whippings and how many ass fucks.

At 3 a.m. Helen said to the few remaining villagers, some of who were coming round for second helpings, “OK, that's it. Marianne needs her beauty sleep, and so do I. With your help Marianne has raised £1307 for charity, received 87 strokes of the whip, and been ass fucked by 65 men and 5 women. Thank you for support for local charities, and of course in helping in Marianne's education.”

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Meanwhile, in the Mayor's Parlour in the Town Hall, counting of the various collections had completed. “I declare Sir Frederick's float the absolute winner “ said the mayor, “he collected as much as everybody else put together. And furthermore, his collection had an interesting and intoxicating fragrance. I don't know how you achieved that, Sir Frederick, but well done.” And he handed the silver collector's cup to Sir Frederick.

Sir Frederick coughed, and said “Thank you, your worship. I can only say I have an excellent team helping me, and I would especially like to thank my assistant Marianne.” his eyes open wide with pretend innocence. One or two of the carnival officials who were in the know smiled broadly. He continued “I hope the same team will do as well next year!”