The Breaking and Making of Marianne

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

Part 10 Revision Class

In the week following her gang ass rape for charity, Marianne was allowed to rest and recover. She took lots of hot baths, and rather enjoyed Jane administering soothing ointment to her sore ass and tits. Gradually the red weals faded, and she was ready to be marked again. Helen liked to lie in bed, running her finger along the ridges while Marianne sucked and nibbled her cunt, and so was looking forward to renewing the attractive markings. For her part, although Helen brought her to orgasm every night, Marianne felt something was missing – the orgasms were not as intense.

Exactly a week after the carnival, over dinner the Master said. Well Marianne, we've arranged for you to take up teaching again. A group of village teenagers are about to sit exams, and I want you to give them some extra tuition. I know you used to teach at primary schools, but if you can teach 10 year olds you can teach 15 year olds.” Marianne gave a start. She did enjoy teaching, although she wasn't so sure about teaching older children.

The Master continued “I have arranged for a classroom to be set up in one of the estate buildings. The first exam is history, and in particular, the rise and fall of the Roman empire. I know you will need to prepare, so I will arrange for a number of books to be available.”

For the next week Marianne was hard at work, revising her knowledge of the Roman empire, making notes, researching past exam papers. Of course, she was still whipped and ass fucked to orgasm at least once a day, by either the Master or by Helen..

The first class was set for 10 a.m. the following Monday. One of the out buildings had been spruced up, tables, chairs, blackboard, a computer and overhead projector projecting onto a large bright screen. Marianne requested a list of the children expected to attend. Scanning the list, her heart sank.”Sally Watkins! On no, not Sally!

Monday arrived, a bright and fresh morning. Marianne was awoken by her lesbian lover who twisted her nipples viciously, bring a squawk from Marianne's lips, and a smile to Helen's. Helen thought “God, how I love hurting this girl's tits!”.

“Wake up, Pet. You've got a class to teach this morning. I've bought you some nice respectable clothes, suitable for a respected teacher. No knickers or bra, of course, but you wouldn't have expected them, would you?”

Marianne showered and dressed. She wondered at Helen's idea of respectable. There was a black suspender belt, black stockings, a white blouse that did up to the neck, but was tighter than she would have liked, and a full skirt with a hem 4 inches above her knee. She knew her nipple rings would show through the blouse, and her nipples, which seemed to be erect most of the time these days, would be obvious to all. And at the other end, the heavy shackles on her cunt lips would hang perilously close to the end of her skirt. She would have to walk and stand carefully if she was to avoid giving the game away.

She arrived in the classroom early, to make sure everything was ready. There were to be 20 children, aged 14 to 16, of both sexes.

They all arrived together, a few minutes after 10. Marianne had no reason to know they had had a short briefing from Helen beforehand, and the class chatted noisily as they found seats, and clattered their bags to the floor. She spotted Sally Watkins fairly quickly – she was a big girl for her age! Sally smiled brightly at her, “Hello again, miss”. Then her heart gave a start, and her face paled. There was Johnny, the boy who had fucked her a few months ago Would he give the game away? What had he told his friends? Johnny blushed, grinned, and looked at the floor, but said nothing.

Marianne introduced herself. “Good morning. Some of you I have met before, but some of you are new to me. I am Mrs Martin, and over the next 2 hours we shall be reviewing the rise and fall of the Roman empire.”

“Hello Miss” said Sally Watkins, “I expect we'll be a lot wiser about what the Romans got up to when we've finished with you. Oops! After you've finished with us, I should have said.”

Mrs Martin swallowed hard – the omens didn't look good! “I have prepared some notes for you all. Take one set and pass the rest on. We shall start at the beginning, with the legend of Romulus and Remus.”

After half an hour, the class was obviously bored and restless, but there seemed to be an element of excited anticipation in the air. Then Sally said, “Miss, have you ever seen the ruins at Pompeii?” Feeling on safer ground, Marianne replied, “yes, we went there 2 years ago. It was very interesting, but very hot. “Did you visit the brothel, Miss?” asked Sally? Marianne blushed. “No, of course not! And there was a big queue to get in.”

“Miss, when my parents took me to  see Pompeii &Herculaneum last year, the guide showed us a fresco that he said was a naked woman about to be whipped and sodomised. I've brought in a photo of it. Did you see that? It's very famous so you can't have missed it. Tell us about that sort of thing.” One boy whispered to his friend “what does sodomise mean?” His friend said “I don't know, but I think we're about to find out!” Marianne paled, but her cunt juices start to run. She could see where this could be leading. “That probably isn't a suitable subject for minors, and I'm sure there won't be a question about it in the exam”.

Too late. Sally had produced a number of A4 transparency of the fresco, which placed on th OHP snd projrcted onto the screen. The class studied the picture intently. “Oh wow!” a boy said, a couple of girls giggled. “that looks fun” said another.. The class all looked at one another. One nodded. Then as one they stood surrounding the hapless teacher. They may have been children, but most of the boys were taller and more strapping than Marianne. Ropes appeared from their school satchels, the blackboard was removed from its easel, and Marianne found herself being manhandled towards the easel, and soon her wrists were tied to the top ,  Her face went though the easel uprights, and a rope tied firmly around her neck, and to the easel, holding her firmly in place. Behind her she could hear giggles, and heavy breathing. She had seen the fresco, and knew what was coming. Two hands grasped the neck of her blouse, from behind. A sudden jerk, and it tore clean off her back. “Take it off completely” came a voice she recognised as Sally's Sally was obviously the leader. The rest of the blouse was unceremoniously ripped off.

“Now for her ass and her cunt”, said Sally. “I am really going to enjoy this!” Hands reached round in front of her, undoing the skirt fastening. She could feel it slipping down her waist, and over her buttocks. Then it was around her ankles. “She's not wearing knickers! Look at the slut!” said another girl that Marianne didn't recognise. “Look at those shackles on her cunt lips!” said another. “I bet they give her a good stretching as she walks!”Hands grasped that heavy metal, pulled and tugged, making Marianne gasp.

“Look how wet she is! She's dripping! Just smell her cunt – she's gagging for it!” “No, no!” whimpered Marianne, but she knew that wasn't true. Once again her cunt had given her away.

“What shall we do with her stockings and suspenders? queried a girl. A heated discussion followed. The boys wanted to keep them on because they made her look extra sexy, but the girls wanted her stripped completely naked, because that was how the woman in the fresco was. Sally decided the issue. “I want her completely naked and at our mercy. The only things she can keep on are her nipple rings and the shackles on her cunt.” No one dared argue with Sally, she could be ruthless in getting her own way,  In a trice Marianne was completely naked. “Now tie her ankles to the bottom of the easel” ordered Sally, now firmly in charge. The base of the easel was wide, and poor Marianne's legs were stretched wide .

Meanwhile, plans were being laid to deal with her tits. Two girls had attached thin rope to the rings, and were busy pulling them tight, tying off the rope on the easel's back legs. Marianne was concerned that her nipples would be pulled off, they were so far stretched, and the pain was agonising. “Well done” said Sally, approvingly. “You can have first go at whipping her tits.” Marianne squealed, but said nothing. She suspected the episode was being videoed, and she was right. In the manor house Helen and the Master were watching events unfold on a TV screen. “I've already sold the rights to this”, he said, “you'd be amazed how much Arabs pay to see white women abused.”

Back in the classroom, Sally had produced a variety of whips from her bag. She had obviously been preparing for this event. “Right, I'm going first. Anyone got a problem with that?” No one dared to have a problem with that. Sally's reputation was well known.

Selecting a long, thin, springy piece of birch, Sally flexed it, and swished it through the air. Marianne shivered, tense with fear, but she knew her cunt was giving away her excitement.

“I am so going to enjoy this whipping, Mrs Martin, or should I call you pain slut? Each of the guys here are going to whip you, then we're all going to fuck your ass. And don't think because we're kids you're gonna get off lightly. Your cunt and tits are lined up for whipping, too. Enjoy!”

Instantly, the first cut sliced across the teacher's ass. “A whipped teacher – how appropriate is that?” crowed Sally. Marianne attempted to jerk back, but was held fast by the rope around her neck. The jerking put extra strain, and extra pain, on her nipples, and she resolved to keep still. More cuts, criss-crossing the first. Then Sally reluctantly handed over to a boy who Marianne hadn't met before. He wielded a thicker ship, that hurt even more than Sally's. The pain in Marianne's ass intensified, and despite her best efforts her tits were stretched to the limit. Suddenly Sally called a halt. Surely it can't have ended already? No it hadn't. Sally adjusted the bindings, turning Marianne around. Two boys pulled hard on the ropes attached to her nipple rings, and the two girls who had originally thought of stretching her tits were given the honour of whipping her extended tits. The sexually excited girls struck hard, and the pain in Marianne's tits was excruciating. Suddenly, it all changed again. The teacher found herself on her back on the floor, her legs held over her head, and spread wide by two beefy boys, and Sally was whipping her cunt with a cane. This was the worst pain of all, and she screamed loudly. Her screams just excited Sally even more, and she struck with renewed vigour. Two boys, recognising that Sally was in danger of inflicting severe damage, restrained her. “Let's move on to the next stage” one said. That's what we're really after!”

Sally reluctantly agreed, but only if she got first go. “OK guys, now for the sodomising bit. Arrange the slut over a desk, legs spread, ass in the air, Tie her ankles and wrists to the desk legs, while I attach my dildo harness.

As Marianne was arranged over the desk for an ass fucking by juveniles, Sally stripped, and fitted a double ended dildo to herself, one end in her cunt, the other end a fiercesomely shaped and sized phallus destined for her teacher's ass-hole. “Before I start, I've just gotta whip that ass again.” Selecting a thick cane, she placed six savage blows on Marianne's ass. “Dan, Joe, pull the cheeks of her ass wide apart, I'm going in.” The unlubricated dildo pushed ferociously into the teacher's ass, eliciting a scream from Marianne. Sally thrust again and again, delighting in the pain and humiliation she was causing, and in the pressure on her own cunt, until she collapsed under an overwhelming orgasm. Instantly she was pushed out of the way, and boyish cocks took her place, then more girls. One found a coke bottle, and pushed it into the hilt. As the whip was used again, a boy's cock forced its way into her mouth. Had it already been in her ass, Marianne wondered? And she came, and came, and came, oh the pain, oh the humiliation, oh the lust!

And as their lust was slated, the kids began to drift away. “Thanks Miss! Now we know all we need to know about the Romans” said Sally cheerily, as she picked up her bag and departed. Marianne was left all alone, lashed across a desk, naked, whipped, gang ass raped and exhausted. Cum dribbled out of her now gaping ass. A complete wreck.

Helen's voice at the doorway said brightly. “Golly, what a lovely sight you are. I must take some photos for your web site.” Marianne groaned.