The Breaking and Making of Marianne

Part 1 – Abduction

Marianne set the alarm, shut the front door, and locked it shut - she was always meticulous when it  came to security. She walked down the short path forth house to the road, setting out for her daily constitutional walk. She took pride in keeping her figure trim, and walked at least 3 miles each day. She may have been 35, but she had the lithe body of a 25 year old. She weighed only 7 1/2 stone, and fitted comfortably into a UK size 10. Altogether, a fine specimen of womanhood. She was currently on her own because her Royal Navy husband was away at sea in the Far East, and the ship was not returning home to Devonport for another 9 months. Then there would be a 2 hour train ride to their home. This was the lot of a Navy wife, and she was used to it.

Setting off towards the common, she began to get into her stride. Nearing the first corner, she noticed with irritation that a white van was parked on the pavement, the bit where it was extra wide. This was common occurrence, because there were a number of new houses being erected nearby, and its was convenient for the builders, but it still annoyed her.

As she squeezed past the van, which had its side door wide open, 2 large hands grasped her firmly, one round her mouth cutting off the beginnings of a scream, and the other around her  waist, quickly dragging her slight seven and a half stone form into the van. It all happened so quickly, it was unlikely the event had been observed. It was all over in seconds, and the door slammed shut with a terrified Marianne inside. The engine started, and the van moved away. Nobody noticed.

In the van, Marianne was giving way to panic, struggling and kicking. To no avail. Strong arms held her tight, a hand still over her mouth. She had not seen her assailant, nor the driver of the van. She had no idea what was happening to her, but she didn't like it.

The hand over her mouth was removed, but as she drew breath to scream, duct tape was slapped over her mouth. The assailant now had an extra hand free. Firmly holding her hands behind her, he laid her roughly face down onto a rug on the floor of the van, and quickly sat one back. More tape was bound round her wrists and ankles, then she was completely at his mercy. Satisfied with his handiwork, the assailant stepped back to admire his defenceless captive. She could see him now, dark hairy and swarthy, but she had no spark of recognition. What was going on?

The van bounced along the road, and she slid from side to side on the bends. She attempted to  calculate where they went from the lefts, rights and stops and starts, but soon had no idea where they were. "Not long now", said a gruff voice, "then the fun will begin. Meanwhile, let's see what we've got." She felt him pushing a hand into her blouse, and under her bra, horny hands grasping her tit, finger and thumb feeling for her nipple. "Hmm. Nice tits but nothing much in the way of nipple. That's something for us to sort out." He removed his hand, and she was surprised he rearranged her bra and blouse. Then she felt his hand under her skirt, roughly pulling aside her knickers. 2 fingers were jabbed into her cunt, which was still dry. She squirmed with pain. "That's nothing. Wait till we really get going" he said. "Hair! We don't do hair. That will go very soon." She hadn't shaved her pussy for years. She had tried it once, shortly after she married. It was a great turn on being shaved by her new husband, and sex afterwards was brilliant, but she couldn't stand the itching, and refused ever to do it again, no matter how much her husband asked.

She lost all track of time - it seemed like a lifetime - but eventually she heard the gearbox drop down through  the gears, and they turned into a drive. She heard the tyres crunching over gravel. Then they stopped. Now what? The sliding door opened, and her assailant picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and stepped out into the sunlight, her face bouncing into the small of his back.

They weren't in the sun long, though. He stepped through a door, and entered a grand hall, and the door clunked shut behind them. He shrugged her off his shoulder onto a soft sofa. Where was she? she looked around as much as her bindings would allow. It was a grand room, expensively and tastefully furnished, but why was she here? neither were they alone. A well dressed middle aged man was observing her with mild amusement. "Marianne! How nice to see you. I have been looking forward to our meeting. we are going to some fun times together - well I am, anyway. Joe, take her to her quarters."

Her assailant, Joe, picked her up easily in her arms, carried her through a door at the end of the room, along a wide hall and into a reasonably sized bedroom, where she was dumped unceremoniously onto a double bed. With one movement, he ripped the tape from her face, bringing an agonised scream. Without waiting for that pain to subside, he removed the tape from her wrists and ankles. "There is a shower through that door, and clothes your size in the wardrobe. Leave your clothes here - you won't be needing them. I shall return in 30 minutes, when I expect you to be showered and dressed in the clothes provided. The window is alarmed, and we are miles from anyone else, and the door will be locked. There is no point screaming for help." He turned and left, as she began to sob.

Ten minute passed, and still  Marianne sobbed. A key turned in the lock, and Marianne started in alarm. A young girl of about eighteen entered the room, bearing a tray on which was a steaming teapot, jug of milk,  and cup and saucer. "Madame, I have been instructed to bring you some refreshment. You have only 20 minutes left to shower and put on the clothes supplied for you. I must warn you that if you are late the repercussions will be serious, and if I were you I would stop crying and get into the shower PDQ." With that, she put the tray down on a low table, and left. The key turned in the lock.

Pulling herself together, Marianne quickly stripped down to bra and knickers, and went to investigate the shower. neatly tiled in white, it seemed a conventional en-suite unit. Realising she was bursting for a wee, she quickly got that over with, and stepped into the shower. Everything was there: clean white bath towel, soap, shampoo - the lot. Turning on the tap, she luxuriated under the stream of hot water - at least she wasn't paying the gas bill, she thought.

She stayed there 5 minutes, making sure she soaped and rinsed all her secret places. She might have guessed, but didn't, that they wouldn't remain secret very long. quickly drying herself off, she ran into the bedroom to pour her tea, and get dressed as instructed. Taking a gulp of tea, she opened the wardrobe with some trepidation. What would she find?

She found a short white dress, her size 10; a suspender belt  - also white, stockings, white high heeled shoes, a white leather collar with a number of rings set into - and nothing else. Where were the bra and knickers? She couldn't be seen without them! She'd put her own undies on. But where were they? All her own clothes had disappeared. Time was running out. Only one thing to do - put on what clothes were available. Her hair was a mess, and she then noticed a dressing table, with a hair brush, mirrors, and a bottle of expensive looking scent.

As he began brushing her long hair, her eyes fell on a Post-it note. "The scent is to be applied to each nipple, your cunt, your anus, and your clitoris. Do not fail." What was she in for? - it was beginning to get intriguing, and, she had to admit reluctantly to herself, she was beginning to get turned on. Time was now very short. She dabbed the scent as directed - and winced as the pain of the spirit burned her sensitive parts. Now to get dressed. On went the suspender belt; on went the stockings; on went the dress - and she realised with horror that it only just covered her cunt. Finally, the shoes. She had never worn shoes with heels this high, and she was worried about falling over. Just in time.

The lock rattled, and the door opened. In walked the same girl, who seemed to be a servant. "Please follow me", she said, and turned to leave. "Wait! cried Marianne "where are? Where are we going?" "You'll find out soon enough" said the girl, and carried on out of the room. Marianne struggled to keep up, the heels felt very ungainly, and she wallowed rather like a ship in a stern sea.

She clattered on along corridors - this was obviously a sizeable house - and into a large and sumptuously furnished room. There stood the well dressed man she met only half an hour ago, a glass of sherry in his hand. "Ah Marianne, you are looking a real picture." Then his face darkened. "But what is this? Where is your collar? You have disobeyed me! You will learn obedience here, beginning tonight."

Marianne paled. "I didn't realise. I'm sorry." "You will be. And you will address me as sir. Turn around and bend over  NOW!"

Fear turned to anger. "I will not flash my cunt to a perverted stranger, and I will not call you sir. Let me go now."

A half smile crossed his face. "I hoped that would be your response. Now I can do it the fun way. Joe - you know what to do. Joe got out of a chair in the corner - she hadn't noticed him there - and quickly crossed the room towards her. Seizing her round the waist with one large arm, he half carried her through a door, and own a flight of stairs. This was obviously the basement. The room they entered had no windows, although a weak natural light filtered through a grating in the ceiling. Spotlights came on as they entered, and she cried out  in alarm at the sight. It looked like a mediaeval torture chamber. "NO! I'm sorry! I'll do as you say!". " Too late, miss" was the only response.

She found herself strung spread-eagled between 2 large posts, her arms secured to the top corners by ropes attached to her wrists, and taken through pulleys at roof level, and pulled tight until she could just stand on tiptoe. This raised her dress, and she knew her pubic hair was plainly visible. Despite her predicament, her cunt began to moisten with sexual excitement. This was a new experience.

Joe stepped back to admire his handiwork, as the master entered the dungeon. Marianne gasped in amazement. With him was lady she had always considered  a friend - Helen, who lived along the road, right beside where she was kidnapped.

"Surprised to see me, Marianne? I bet you are! You never guessed how much I wanted to fuck you, and to see you taken down a peg or two. You with your perfect body, your perfect children, your perfect husband. And now I have you at my mercy. Before you leave this property you will be a branded pain slut, a sex slave for anyone who wants to fuck any of your holes, living for the kiss of the whip on your tits, ass and cunt. I shall enjoy the next few months."

Marianne was devastated. Her friend had betrayed her. She was being threatened with unspeakable torture, she was currently spread-eagled between 2 posts, her naked cunt was visible to everyone in the room. She sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed.

Her self-pity was halted in its track by a searing pain between her legs that took her breath away. Helen, previously her friend, had brought a whip upwards sharply against her cunt. She struggled to find breath, but gradually the pain eased. "Shut it! You've seen nothing yet!", Helen hissed. Marianne shut it, apart from an occasional sniff.

"Now we have your attention," said the master, "we shall tell you how the next weeks and months will continue. You will learn total and instant obedience. You will learn first to accept pain, then to love pain, and then to become addicted to pain. You will learn total and unquestioning loyalty to your masters and mistresses - and the lessons start NOW!" And with  that he ripped her dress completely off her body in one fell swoop. Now wearing only suspender belt, stockings and high heeled shoes, she had never felt so naked and open and vulnerable. "Time for your first lesson", and she felt the pressure on her arms released as the ropes were released. Her relief was short lived, however. Instantly she was pulled forward, and bent over a low leather padded bench. Her arms were again spread-eagled, attached to eye bolts in the floor. This time her legs were similarly spread-eagled, so wide that she thought her cunt would tear. When the tying off   was complete, the bench was jacked  upwards, tightening her body against the bench. Her feet were off the floor, placing her ass as the highest point.

"We shall start with 12 cuts of a cane on your ass. You are allowed to scream, this time. After each cut you will count, and say "please cane me again, sir. As extra punishment for not putting your slave collar on, you will receive six stripes of a whip on your anus and cunt. Again you will count and ask for more. Infringement will earn more punishment. At the end you are to say "Thank you sir, and mistress Helen, for teaching me the error of my ways." Mistress Helen and I will share the punishment. We will be taking intimate photos throughout your training, and these will be published on a number of websites, starting with my own Flickr account."

During the next 10 minutes Marianne saw the flash of a camera many times, mostly focusing on her cunt and anus, but also her face and tits. "We will take more photos after each training exercise" she was told. "The purpose of this punishment is solely to introduce you to sexual pain, and to begin your addiction to pain. Enjoy. Mistress Helen will begin."

Thus began Marianne's descent into sexual slavery. Without warning her ass erupted in a fireball, as Helen brought the cane down with as much force as she could muster. One second of speechlessness, and Marianne screamed in pain. Allowing 30 seconds for her to calm down, Helen said "we're waiting, slut". Through gritted teeth, Marianne forced "One. Please cane me again". "Certainly, slut. Be my guest" was the response, and again the cane sang and Marianne screamed. After six, Helen said "That was glorious, I nearly came with that last one". With that she stroked Marianne's ass, running her fingers along the stripes, allowing her fingers to dip into her cunt. It was! It was moist! She began fucking her with her fingers, feeling Marianne wriggling with reluctant pleasure. Her fingers reached to her clitoris, and began to flick it, being rewarded with a groan of pleasure. Back into her cunt, making juices flow,  then a caress of her anus, slipping a lubricated finger inside. Then, "that's enough of that, now the master's turn." and pulled way completely.

The master smiled. He had enjoyed the display. "Now it's my go, my little slut. Let's see what effect I have." Stepping back, he swung the cane, criss crossing the existing stripes with new ones. At the intersections blood began to flow, and bruising began to swell up. Marianne was in agony. The cane stung like crazy, then ebbed away to a deeper pain, all to be repeated at the next stroke. She was past screaming, each stroke was met with a grunt, and "Eight. Please cane me again". There was a new sensation, too, a distinct stirring in her loins that she would not have expected. Helen's fingering had excited her - she had never even considered sex with women before, so this new found excitement was a complete surprise. Finally and painfully she croaked out "Ten. Thank you sir."

Helen again fondled Marianne's ass, dipping her fingers into that sweet honeypot. "Do you know" she said, "your cunt is exactly at the right height for my tongue. I've been waiting for this moment since you moved into the town. She knelt behind the captive Marianne, and began licking and sucking, her tongue greedily finding its way into a deliciously fragrant  area, her fingers flicking Marianne's clit. Although her husband had wanted to do this, Marianne denied him, saying "it's not natural". Now she was being forced into it , and by a woman, she began to enjoy it. There was an especial frisson in being humiliated like this - her anus and cunt plainly accessible to anyone in the room, and being bound taut over a bench. As far as she was able, she began to wriggle with pleasure. The tonguing continued, until Helen decided Marianne was close to orgasm. She stopped. Marianne groaned with disappointment.

The master had been  keen observer of the action. He could see Helen's other hand busy under her own skirt, knowing she was invariably knickerless. Now he intervened. "That's enough pleasure for her. Now we come to the real punishment. Bring her over to the table, and lay her on her back."

They released her bonds, and stood her up. She swayed, but stayed upright. Giving her a moment or two to let the blood flow back into her limbs, they led her across the room to a padded table. Here they forced her down onto her back, her head tilted back over the end. Her arms were stretched out sideways and secured. her legs were brought over her head, and similarly stretched sideways, as wide as they would go, and secured tightly. All you could see was , her ass, her anus and her cunt. This was to be the next target.

"The last beating was training. The next beating is punishment for not wearing your slave collar as instructed. Again, Helen and I will share the work between us. Six strokes of a whip directly onto your cunt and anus. We are going to enjoy this - but I suspect that you will not. You had better get used to it, however, there will be plenty of these in the future." Marianne choked with terror. She would not be able to stand it. The last few hours had been a total nightmare, and it was getting worse.

"Helen, remember we wish to use both her cunt and her anus in the near future. Go easy on the lashes. I'll start, with three strokes of the tawse on her anus, you finish with three strokes of the cat o' nine tails on her cunt."

Taking the tawse, he let the business end of the leather implement stray lightly over the taut target area, and her anus puckered in response. He did the same with her cunt, and was gratified to that moisture began to flow. He used his fingers to caress her, rolling her clitoris between his finger and thumb, enjoying the way she moved her loins towards him. Stepping back, he suddenly swung the tawse hard against her ass hole, scoring a direct hit, and making a satisfying "thwack". Again he caressed her, this time inserting a finger into her moist cunt, gently fucking her for a few minutes, as his victim got more turned on.

"Time for number two", and the tawse sang again, turning her rosebud cherry red. A few more minutes finger fucking and clitoris twirling, and it was time for number three. He was gratified to see Marianne subconsciously lift her ass to the tawse as he swung it down hard against her anus. "I know Helen is going to enjoy administering the final three lashes", he said, and I'm going to enjoy watching."

Helen smiled a little smile. "I'm really looking forward to this." She let the whip's lashes trail over Marianne's expose cunt, drawing moans and more lubrication from the victim. Without warning her arm swung, and the knotted pieces of leather flailed into her cunt. Marianne howled like a banshee - she had never felt pain like that before. Gradually the pain subsided, and her screams subsided to sobs. She felt fingers caressing her cunt, gently playing with the now swollen flesh, gently flicking her clitoris, a finger sliding into her, then two, gently fucking her, rousing her sexual excitement further. A finger caressed the crack behind her, lingering over her rear hole - more of a tickle, really. She gave a little squeal, and moved her ass towards the finger, but it moved away.

"After pleasure must come pain," Helen whispered into Marianne’s ear, and the cat clawed its talons into Marianne's now moist and tender cunt, raising another desperate scream from the hapless victim. As the excruciating pain began to subside, she felt Helen's breath on her cunt, and a tongue licking at both her cunt and her anus. More squeals from Marianne, and more lubrication flowed out of her. Helen took Marianne's engorged clitoris between her teeth, nibbling and pulling, as Marianne's loins began to buck wildly, after more of this more pleasurable treatment.

"Not so fast, young lady", admonished Helen "we haven't finished your punishment yet. Get yourself ready for the last one. This one is going to HURT!" Ignoring the master's admonition to be gentle, she dropped the cat o'nine tails and grabbed up a thin and whippy dog whip, measured her strike, and whipped it down hard onto her engorged cunt, the end flicking down onto Marianne's clitoris. For half a second there was stunned silence. Then the silence was shattered by a loud scream, and Marianne bucked violently in her bonds.

She was allowed a few minutes for the agony to subside, before Helen recommenced her caresses, with her fingers, her lips and her tongue. "So fragrant! So delicious!" murmured Helen. "No more pain today, only gain. In a few months you will be unable to achieve sexual release without the pain." Helen's tongue found its way inside her cunt, licked at her rear entrance, teeth nibbled at her clitoris, her cunt lips. "This hair has got to go, and soon!" she exclaimed. It's getting in my teeth. Meanwhile, the master was fondling her breasts. "A standard British handful," he muttered, "but more than a handful's a waste. Her nipples are a disappointment, nothing much there at all, but we can work on those over the next few months."

Marianne's sexual excitement had cooled considerably during that final whipping, but Helen's renewed attack with her tongue soon brought her to the boil again, straining against her bonds. Suddenly and without warning she boiled over, screaming her orgasm to the world.

"That's my girl", said the master. "That will do for today. Helen, show our new slut back to her room."

Back in her room, with the door locked behind her, Marianne found a tray of delicious smelling food, and an open bottle of wine. Her mind was in a whirl – where was she? what was her future? Would she see her husband again? Why had she allowed her body to betray her, reaching orgasm in so humiliating a fashion? But she realised she was famished, so ate the meal and drank more of the wine than she should have. Then a long hot shower, and to bed. What was the morrow going to bring?

The lock in the door turned and the door opened. The Master entered. “You have started well. Now let’s see how well you can fuck your new master…”

It was going to be a long night

To be continued…..

        

     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 

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

Part 5 - Nipple and Clitoris Improvement Regime

Marianne was exhausted after the marathon whipping and fucking sessions, but Helen affixed a lead to her collar, and led her back to her own room. This was a good deal more palatial than the rather Spartan guest room that Marianne was used to. She had no belongings to move, so the transfer to Helen's room was easily accomplished.

The room was large, with an enormous double bed. In the corner was another small bed. Marianne noticed with alarm the shackles, chains and fixing points around both beds, on the walls, and on the ceiling. Displayed in racks was a range of whips, clamps, and other toys for Helen to use on her current girlfriend. A door led off to a private shower and toilet.

"You've had a heavy day, pet, go and have a long hot shower. I want you clean and soft all over. Meanwhile I'll arrange for some clothes for dinner tonight." She removed Marianne's cuffs and collar, nudged her towards the shower, and left the room, locking the door behind her.

Under a heavy stream of hot water, Marianne reflected on the day. How had she arrived at the situation where she, a 35 year old housewife, was being subjected to such sexual torture, and been raped by men from the village and the woman she had always regarded as just a good friend? Their were livid wheals on her ass and her tits where she had been whipped, and the lips of her cunt were bruised and sore from various forms of mistreatment. As she recollected the events, her nipples began to harden, and juices flowed again. Hurriedly she pushed the thoughts from her mind.

She came out of the shower feeling much refreshed just as her new mistress was laying out clothes on the bed. "Ah Marianne, You look a real picture, and those stripes on your tits set off your cute little face beautifully. Turn round and bend over, I want to see how your beautiful ass looks now it has been well whipped."

Marianne dutifully obeyed, and felt her mistress run her fingers over her bruised bottom. A couple of fingers slid between her legs and into her cunt, which immediately turned sopping wet, to Helen's gratification. "What a little slut you are! I knew you would be, that's why I have wanted you all this time - to degrade you from that holier than thou mother to my own pain slut."

"I have brought you some clothes for tonight's dinner. While you dress I'll get myself freshened up", and in a trice was standing naked, her breasts heavy, and her nipples brown and hard like cigar butts. She had a slightly masculine face, and Marianne remembered that when they first met she had wondered about Helen's sexuality.

"Do you like what you see, Pet" Helen enquired.

"Oh yes, mistress. You have a lovely body. I can't wait for you to fuck me again." She wasn't sure that was true, but felt that was what was expected.

"That's good, because you're going to get a lot of attention from me. Don't become all lesbian - you are going to be fucked by lots of men too. In fact we have some interesting plans for your future. You're not going to suffer from lack of sex. There are scents on the dresser. I want you to use Chanel number Five, because it will make you smell like the high class whore you are."

Later, over an excellent and civilised candle lit dinner, Marianne, her mistress and her master carried on as if this was just a pleasant evening between friends. Discussion on current affairs gave way to jokes, banter and laughter. As the evening drew to a close, the master said "Well that has been a fine evening. Helen take our guest to your bed, and we'll meet again in the morning. I believe tomorrow we are scheduled to start work on Marianne's nipples and clitoris, and I'm sure we can make her cunt lips more entertaining, too." And with that, he called for Jane, slipped his hand under her skirt, saying "OK Jane, take me to bed, I need to fuck.", and they sauntered off together.

Helen said to a thunderstruck Marianne, "Time for bed for you too, young lady. Tomorrow will be another busy day." and she propelled Marianne towards her own apartments. Marianne had only ever slept with her husband, so sleeping with a woman was going to be a whole new experience. Back in the room, Helen ordered Marianne to strip, and get into the large bed. "We've both had a busy day. Tonight I have no plans other than to squeeze your tits hard, get my fingers into your cunt, and suck your mouth dry. As tonight is our first night together you may sleep unshackled.

As Marianne slipped out of her dress - she wore nothing else, she realised for the first time how much smaller she was than Helen. Helen was at least  4 inches taller and, although not fat, was a much heavier build than Marianne's slight figure. She gingerly slipped between the sheets, and Helen climbed in beside her, clamping her lips over Marianne's, and forcing her tongue deep into her mouth, searching out Marianne's tongue, One hand held Marianne's head firmly, fingers entwined in Marianne's long hair, preventing Marianne from doing anything except return the kiss, and the other hand grasped a breast hard, squeezing and kneading, pinching her nipple so that Marianne arched her back in pain. This hand moved from her breast to her bare cunt. Helen used her strong legs to force Marianne's legs wide apart, and Marianne felt several fingers pushing into her by now dripping cunt. With a small cry, Helen released her grip, and swung her legs over Marianne's face, placing her cunt directly over Marianne's mouth. Reaching forward, she pulled Marianne's legs into the air so that her ass was pointing skywards, and her toes nearly touching her ears. In this position she could grind her sopping cunt into Marianne's face, and attack Marianne's cunt with her tongue and teeth. Luckily for Marianne, who found herself struggling to breathe, Helen was so hot that she came almost immediately, sucking and biting at Marianne's cunt. It was too quick for Marianne, who merely felt relieved that the sudden assault was over.

"Oh pet, you smell and taste so good!" Helen said finally. She gathered Marianne in her arms in an all enveloping cuddle, turned out the light, and they both slept like two babes in the wood until daybreak.

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Next morning the sun beamed through chinks in the curtains, illuminating the two lovers, the smaller of the two fair and fresh faced, her face pressed against the neck of the older woman, who had her arms around her younger lover, her knee over the younger woman’s waist. Marianne could not have extricated herself from that embrace even if she wished - and she didn't wish. This was safe and warm, and Helen smelled nice.

At seven am Jane arrived with 2 cups of tea on a small cloth covered tray. She smiled to see the two lovers. Marianne was embarrassed to be seen cuddling another naked woman, but Helen wasn't at all fazed. She had whipped and fucked Jane often enough in the past, and confidently expected to again in the future. "Thank you Jane" she said. "I hope you had a good fucking last night?"

"Oh yes, really good, thank you ma'am"

"Well I must go and see to my business this morning. Make sure our friend here is ready for her sessions today, won't you?"

"Oh yes, ma'am, it will be a pleasure." Jane smirked, she knew what was in store for Marianne.

"Did you hear that, pet?" Helen asked. I'll see you for dinner tonight, you can tell me all about your adventures during the day. Be a good girl for me, won't you?"

Marianne blanched, she was beginning to think of Helen as her protector, as well as her mistress. "I'll do my best, mistress" she whimpered. "What are they going to do with me?"

"Well your nipples and clitoris are pretty pathetic, so we have mans of making them larger, sexier, and generally more useful. As they are your nipples will only take small clamps, and to take the weights we intend to hang on them requires large clamps. Same for your clit." Marianne wished she hadn't asked.

After a rushed breakfast, also brought on a tray by Jane, Helen said "must dash. Duty calls. You have just 15 minutes before Jane will come to collect you, so put on that white shift dress, and nothing else except your slave collar and Chanel No.5. Byeee", and she rushed out of the door, locking it behind her. Marianne winced at the words "slave collar", they reminded her of her new position in life. And she felt terribly alone without Helen - she had begun to rely on her to provide a guiding hand, albeit a harsh one.

When Jane knocked on the door, unlocked it and came in, Marianne was ready. She wasn't going to be late ever again. Jane winked at Marianne - they had been whipped together, fucked each other, and there was now a bond between them. Marianne wondered whether she would get to Jane's tasty young cunt soon. "What am I thinking?" she exclaimed silently. "Anyone would think I really was a lesbian."

Saying not a word, Jane clipped a dog lead to Marianne’s collar, and moved towards the door. She didn't need to tug, Marianne trotted along behind obediently. She even held her hands behind her back, although they weren't shackled. The pair walked through the corridors to the door to the dungeon. Marianne shivered in apprehension. This was a terrible place. Jane opened the door and pulled her captive inside, and shut the door behind them. There was only a faint glow from a brazier to illuminate the stairs down. Suddenly Jane stood in front of her, put one hand behind Marianne's neck, the other on her ass, and pulled her tight for a full kiss on the lips. The hand on her ass lifted the hem of her short skirt, and a finger slipped into Marianne’s cunt. Taken by surprise, Marianne took a few seconds to react, but then returned the kiss with gusto. "I love you" whispered Jane, so quietly that Marianne wasn't sure she had heard it. Then the fingers and lips were gone, and Jane continued leading Marianne down into the chamber, the stone floor cold on Marianne's bare feet.

Their eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, and Jane led the now terrified Marianne to a large wooden table, festooned with clamps, chains, eye bolts and other restraining paraphernalia. "Get naked, now, please" ordered Jane. "Here, let me help you", and she started to undo the buttons down the front. Marianne was not surprised when Jane's fingers ventured over her tits, and slid over her bare pubic mound and into her cunt. "How gratifying, you're good and wet already!" Jane murmured. "Now! On the table, on your back, please", this in an authoritative voice.

Marianne scrambled to comply, and in short order found herself immobile on the table, her arms over her head and her legs wide apart. "Mmmm. I love these wheals on your breasts", said Jane, quietly. They enhance your beauty immensely. Perhaps our master will let me whip you one day. I would like that very much".

"Then indeed you shall", boomed a voice out of the darkness. They both jumped, and Marianne shrieked. So the master was there all the time! What had he seen? What had he heard? He wasn't saying - he like to keep his victims guessing - that gave him power, and more than a little thrill.

Spotlights in the ceiling came alive, all directed on the table upon which was stretched out the naked Marianne. The light reflecting from her white skin cast soft glow around the room. No other lighting was necessary. "Jane, I must thank you for preparing our guest so well. I will indeed arrange for you to whip Marianne, but it would only seem fair that she should be able to whip you too. That will make a good after dinner spectacle for my dinner guests one weekend. I will look forward to it."

Marianne made a despairing gurgling sound, but Jane remained completely silent. She knew she should have guessed the master would be sitting there in the dark waiting for them.

"Now, to the matter in hand" continued the master, seemingly unaware of the consternation his appearance and words had caused. "Today we will commence the regime that will enhance the size and beauty of your nipples and  clitoris. Naturally, a certain amount of discomfort is to/ be expected, but that is not the primary objective. We shall begin the treatment by application of these vacuum device, and frequent use of ice cold salt water solution. Within a few weeks your nipples and clitoris should be large enough to continue to the next stage."

He pulled out of his bag 3 bright green plastic  boxes, marked Aspivenim. "These are sold as antidotes to insect stings, but they are ideal for our purpose." He took from each a green syringe, and selected a suitable sized nozzle for each. 2 of the nozzles were round, about half inch diameter, and the third was about 3/4 inch by 3/8 inch. These he pushed on to the end of the syringe. "It works in reverse to a normal syringe. When you depress the plunger it creates a strong vacuum, as you will see."

"Jane, we must make sure we get a good seal. Please give Marianne's tits and cunt a good close shave to get rid of any remaining hair, however short. Make the water good and hot, we want her skin nice and soft to give a good seal." Jane was delighted, this was a job she enjoyed. Within a few minutes she had returned  with a mug of hot water, shaving foam and shaving brush, and a cut throat razor. She liked to do things properly!

She lathered up Marianne's tits and cunt, stropped the razor, and then brandished in front of a very nervous Marianne.  "Hold still, miss, I'd hate to slip and slice off a nipple or two!" This made Marianne shake all the more, despite being lashed to the table. However, all went well, although the piping hot water to wash the remaining soap off triggered loud shrieks from Marianne, as well as chuckles from Jane and the master.

"Now for the fun part", said the master. He dipped the end of one of the round nozzles into a jar of petroleum jelly, pulled out the plunger of the syringe, and placed it over Marianne's right nipple. There was substantial space all around the clear nozzle, showing how insignificant her nipples were. He then depressed the plunger sharply, producing a hiss from the device, and a squeal from Marianne. Her nipple expanded in both length and breadth, being sucked into the nozzle. He did the same with the second round nozzle, but over her left nipple. The strong vacuum held each device in place without any assistance. Marianne found the sensation not unpleasant.

"Excellent! I think we'll be able to complete this part of the process earlier than expected. Now for the third sucker." So saying he placed the third vacuum device over her clitoris, operated the plunger, and watched as Marianne's clitoris was pulled into the nozzle. She was so wet no sealant was necessary.

"I'd like to enlarge your cunt lips, too. But for that we must use purely mechanical means." He delved into a box by his side, and emerged with 2 large spring clamps and 2 elastic cords with hooks on. The clamps had wicked looking teeth to make sure they didn't slip off. Making sure not to dislodge the sucker on Marianne's clit, he placed the clamps on each of Marianne’s cunt lips. She tried hard not to scream as the teeth bit in to her tender flesh, but squealed with the pain. The elastic cords were attached to the clamps, then stretched down the table to eyebolts set in the table close to her widespread legs.

"Every 15 minutes throughout today  one of us will remove the suckers, soak the  nipples and clit in ice cold salt solution for 5 minutes, then reapply the suckers. Jane, watch carefully, you'll be doing most of it." He removed a sucker from her right nipple, then grasping the nipple hard, pulled the entire breast into a tight fitting plastic tube. Unscrewing the top of Thermos flask, he poured in an amount of ice cold salt water, to cover the nipple.

"Okay Jane, now you do the other breast, while I watch." After Jane had performed the operation with no problems, he said "perfect, now her clitoris is more tricky, you'll have to hold this as you won't get a good seal." He pulled the sucker off with a loud "plop", stretching the organ further in the process. Holding an open ended tube against Marianne's clit with one hand, he poured in more iced salt water, making Marianne gasp. "Jane, I want you to hold this here for 5 minutes. After that time, remove the tube - let the water and ice will fall to the table - and reapply the sucker. Then repeat the process with the breast cups."

"What about her cunt lips, master?" asked Jane.

"Once an hour move each cord to the next eyebolt, so by this evening when mistress Helen returns she'll find her new girlfriend pinned to the table like a frog on a dissecting lab, with seriously interesting cunt lips. I had considered nailing her lips to the table, but she's not ready for that, yet. Of course, they will retract slightly when the cords are removed, but there will still be some enlargement. She'll wear weighted clamps on her lips from now on to keep the stretching process going."

Marianne was aghast. They were talking about her as if she were a slab of meat on a butcher's table. "Actually, that's not a bad analogy", she thought. "That's exactly what I am now, a slab of meat to be used and abused."

Throughout the day the process continued, and with each new application of the sucker her nipples and clitoris were drawn further into the nozzle. She hoped she might be released for lunch, but no, the master didn't want to disrupt the process. She was allowed a chocolate bar, which Jane fed into her mouth as if it was a cock, and allowed to suck water from a bottle. Even the nozzle of the water tube was an imitation cock, so she had to suck cock hard to get any water. Water only came out if she sucked it correctly, milking it with her lips as well as sucking.

Just after 6 pm, the dungeon door opened, and Helen appeared at the top of the stairs, power dressed in her smart business woman's clothes. As she descended the stairs she called out. "Hello, pet. I've come to see the improvements to your body." She inspected the enlarged nipples and clitoris approvingly, then gave the cords clamped to her cunt lips a sharp pull. "Mmmm. We can have fun with these, can't we, pet?" Bending over, she kissed Marianne full on the lips.

To the master, she said "looks like we're ready for the next stage?"

"Yes, she's made excellent progress. We'll go straight into the next stage now. Would you get the gear ready, please?"

Marianne wondered with some trepidation what the next stage comprised. Helen returned with a box. Out of Marianne’s sight she took out a bottle surgical spirit, and a  piercing device. With a large swab of cotton wool, she liberally soaked Marianne's nipples and clitoris with the spirit, which made Marianne's eyes water a fair bit.

Moving swiftly, she pierced each of Marianne's nipples in quick succession, so quickly that by the time Marianne realised what was going on it was too late to protest, only scream. Ignoring her screams, Helen inserted a bar into each piercing, adding end pieces to make them look like little dumbbells. "These are only temporary, pet, until we've got your nipples looking good and sexy, then we'll replace them with good sized rings I can clip things to, like weights and chains. Now for your clitoris. We can go straight into a ring here."

Two more minutes, and many more squeals and tears, and Marianne sported a pierced clitoris with a good sized ring through it. "You'll wear this all the time. There are several reasons for this. Firstly, and primarily, it will continue to enlarge your clitoris, secondly it will constantly remind you of your new status in life, and thirdly, I find it incredibly erotic. As you walk, knickerless of course, it will swing back and forth and will be seen against the thin short skirts you will be wearing in the future. I fact we'll make sure the weights hang down to the hem line so people get flashes of them from time to time, especially when you bend over or climb stairs. Escalators will be great for showing them off."

"Now returning to your nipples. I have a bit more to do before we are finished for the day." She delved into her box again, emerging with 2 strange metal conical devices looking rather like small champagne cork cages. Helen slipped the broader end of one over a nipple bar, and onto  the end of her breast. Grasping the nipple with finger and thumb, she pulled the nipple and bar through the smaller end, so the nipple bar then rested in indentations either side of the nipple. "You can probably feel what is happening, Pet. This is a nipple stretcher. It sits between the nipple bar and your breast, providing a constant push against the nipple. You will wear these constantly over the next few months until the stretch becomes permanent, and you have good heavy duty nipples that will take serious punishment. The bars will then be replace by good heavy rings we can attached chains and weights to. Each day Jane or I will increase the tension. The target is nipples half an inch long, and as thick as my little finger."

Marianne squirmed with pain. Her breasts were sore, and small but constant pressure from the nipple stretcher was adding to the pain. Meanwhile, Helen quietly got on with the task of fitting the second nipple stretcher. Finally she said "well that looks good. Now to finish, we'll add a small weight to your clitoris ring. We’ll start small, and gradually work up to something worthwhile. You might not want to run too hard with this swinging about!" Marianne thought she'd never be able to walk, never mind run.

Marianne felt Helen's fingers attaching the weight, slipping into her cunt from time to time. She groaned. She knew she was sopping wet, how could she pretend she wasn't turned on? Then her hand were free - but not her legs. They were still bound wide open. "Now" said Helen, "I want you to put your arms round my neck, thank me for doing you the honour of piercing you and making your cunt and  tits even more sexy, tell me you love me and kiss me full on the lips. Then we can adjourn for dinner."

Marianne, confused and sore, knew should had no option but comply whole-heartedly. She didn’t know whether she really loved Helen, and she certainly didn't want her tits and cunt messed with like they had been. But she was now too wise to say anything of the sort.

"I love you Helen! Thank you so much doing me the honour of piercing my nipples and cunt." And fling her arms around Helen’s neck, kissed her full on the lips, her tongue searching out Helen's. She winced as the abused nipples brushed against Helen's business suit. Helen noticed - "yes they'll be tender for a while. You'd best dress topless for dinner tonight, to prevent them chafing - and it will be good to show off your new nipple jewelry too."

Marianne felt her ankles being released, and then Helen was lifting her into a sitting position. As she did so the weight attached to her clitoris slipped forward, stopping with a sudden jerk as the weight was taken by Marianne's clit. She cried out at the sudden pain. Helen smiled, "you'll get used to moving so it doesn't jerk like that. Now try standing."

Marianne gingerly eased herself forward until she had her feet on the ground. The weight between her legs felt enormous, although she knew in reality it was quite small. The nipple stretchers added an unfamiliar weight to her breasts.

"Well pet, you must be famished. This has been a long day for you, you've handled it well and I'm proud of you. Let's take you back to my quarters to get you washed and dressed for dinner. Tomorrow we'll watch the DVD of your adventures today. We expect that to be a big seller. We are already getting requests for more pictures and  videos of you. It seems punters like seeing you whipped and raped. Come to that, so do I! Marianne gave a little cry of surprise. She hadn't realised her mistreatment today was being recorded, but she should have guessed.

Marianne showered, and Helen showered with her. They took turns soaping each other. Marianne was surprised to find she enjoyed running soapy hands over Helens breasts, ass, and crutch. A shiver of delight ran through her as her fingers slipped over Helens ass hole, and into her cunt. "Don't get too carried away, pet, dinner is in 30 minutes," murmured Helen. There was disappointment in her voice as she said it. "We'll carry on after dinner. You'll be pleased to hear that because of your new piercings I shall only whip your ass tonight, before I fuck you."

Marianne donned a white shift dress that did up round the neck, but left her breasts bare. With her slave collar on, and long fair hair tumbling over her shoulders, and white stiletto heels, she looked as pretty as a picture. The nipple stretchers added an extra element of lasciviousness.

As  she entered the dining room, on Helen's arm, the master whistled. "Wow! Just look at her now! I can't wait for those piercing to heal. Then I shall really go town on you." Marianne blanched, but said dutifully "I shall look forward too, master."

Dinner was as civilised and erudite as the day had been uncivilised and barbaric, and once again Marianne found herself enjoying the food, the wine, the company and the conversation. As the evening wound towards its end, the master said to Helen "You know, I think I'd like to whip Marianne’s ass myself tonight. I will give me a chance to see her cunt looks now she has been pierced. Set her up for me over the beck of the settee, would you? I'll go and fetch a cane."

"Come on pet, you heard what your master said. Keep your dress and shoes on, but spread your legs and bend right over the back of the settee, with your hands on the seat. I'll arrange you so your ass is framed by your dress flipped onto your back, and your new clit weight visible between your legs. That will make a fine photo, especially when some good deep stripes have been applied."

Marianne groaned, but again her cunt let her down by becoming sopping wet. As she bent over the settee she could feel Helen arranging her for best effect. The master returned. As well as the cane he had a small hand held video camera. "Helen, I'd like you to lay on the settee filming our victim's face as I whip her. One of our Japanese clients, a lady named Teruko, has specifically asked for a video of Marianne's face as she is whipped. I'll have to lay it on strong to make sure Marianne performs well."

Marianne acted perfectly, only she wasn't acting.  Her screams, yells, tears and sobs were just what Teruko was after. Then Helen said "Now it's time to get fucked - let's get back to my room quickly. That whipping has made me so hot for you."

Marianne struggle to her feet, smiled wanly through the tears, and said "Thank you mistress, I'd like that". Taking Helens arm, the pair headed for the door.

To be continued.

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

Part 6 - Photo Session

The next few days passed relatively peacefully for Marianne, her owners being concerned that her new piercings should heal without infection. Whippings were relatively light, and confined to her ass. She feared and hated cunt and tit whippings, so an ass whipping instead was a relief. She was spared being fucked whilst the clit piercing healed, but was expected to have her face available for both Helen and the master. On one occasion she accidentally let her teeth scrape against the master's cock. Immediately he leant forward, grasped the bars in her nipples in each hand, and pulled and twisted hard. Marianne screamed hard, tears flowing. "Don't EVER let that happen again, either to me or anyone else you are required to service. If you do your punishment will be REALLY severe, far worse than anything you've suffered so far." Marianne sobbed as she said she would make sure it didn't happen again.

Twice a day Helen inspected her piercings, and used surgical spirit on them. This stung like hell but kept infection at bay. It also had the effect of hardening her nipples. Once a day Helen used small pliers to increase the tension on the nipple stretchers. Slowly but surely Marianne's nipples were being forcibly extended. "These are coming on nicely, pet. A few more weeks and we can swap this lot for some serious rings. Such is your popularity on the web that someone has offered to pay for thick solid gold rings. Of course, he expects to get some special photos for his money - and he'll get them." Marianne found herself in two minds. On the one hand she was flattered, but on the other she was mortified that her humiliation and nakedness was being so widely publicised.

The piercing in her clitoris was giving her gyp, too. Although the weight hanging from it was really quite tiny, the continual swing as she walked made her sore, although she had to admit it was also quite erotic. When she mentioned it to Helen, all she said was "make the most of the light one. There are several more weights to add yet." All Marianne could do was tremble.

After 3 days Helen declared the piercings had healed to her satisfaction, and the usual regime could continue. Marianne's heart sank. Over dinner, the master announced "Well Marianne, your nipples and clit piercings are healing well. We shall celebrate with a formal photographic and video session, to show your sponsor what they're getting for their money."

Sponsor? That was the first Marianne had heard of a sponsor. So someone was paying for her to be trained as a sex slave and pain slut! Who on earth could that be? She could think of no one she knew who was wealthy enough to pay for that. "It's obviously a pervert who's seen my photos on the web", she thought. "What else will he be expecting to get for his money?"

The master continued, guessing Marianne's thoughts. "I thought that would interest you! It may be one person, it may be a syndicate, and they may be male or female. We will continue to train you to perform well in all eventualities. I want you ready at 8 am for a morning in the studio. In case you're wondering, the studio is also the  dungeon your are so well acquainted with."

"Now before Helen takes you to her bed to play with your tits, I want you bent naked over the arm of that armchair, with your legs as wide apart as you can get them. Then you know what you should say, don't you?"

Marianne gulped. "Yes master", she whispered.

"Then what are you waiting for, girl?"

Within seconds Marianne was out of her dress, and stark naked. Another two seconds saw her bent over the padded chair arm, her toes scrabbling on the carpet to open her legs as wide as she could. Her face was buried in the seat cushion, and she clasped her hands behind her back. Turning her face sideways, she said as clearly as she could/muster, given the terror in her stomach, "Please whip my ass, then please fuck me." Her nipples, already hardened and under tension from the seat material, hardened even more as she said it, and her cunt filled with her juices.

She felt chains being attached to her ankles, and her legs pulled even further apart. Cuffs were attached to her wrists, and she was helpless. Fingers, she presumed her master's, dipped into her cunt. She knew what he would find. "That's my girl, Marianne! Sopping wet at the prospect of a good whipping and fucking. Don't ever tell me you're not a natural pain slut!"

The whooshing sound of the thin cane gave the naked woman half an instant's warning before her ass erupted in pain. She could not see the thin red line, but she knew it would be there. Five more followed in quick succession, then almost instantly her master's cock entered her without warning, plunging in deep pushing hard against her cervix. She knew her vagina was not deep, and bent over the arm of the chair gave her master the best opportunity of reaching the end.

The rape was hard and brutal. His hand grabbed her long hair , pulling her head back as he rode her. It was never a canter, he always rode full gallop, to break her in. She came twice before he pumped his cum full bore into her cervix.

"OK Helen", he said, "she's all yours. Take her away". And without a second glance he left the room, leaving Marianne spread wide over the armchair, leaking cum from her cunt, her ass still on fire.

"I do enjoy watching you being whipped and raped," said Helen. "That really turns me on. Now come on back to my bed to show me how lesbian you are."

The next morning Helen made sure that Marianne was ready well in time for her photo session. Helen had kept her busy for much of the night, and Marianne eventually fell asleep pressed hard against Helen's bosom. "Now, pet, today is a big day for you. We have brought in a professional photographer, and he and his assistant will also make a video of the proceedings. Your hair will be loose, flowing over your shoulders. You will have a scarlet slave collar, and nothing else. Turn round so I can cuff your wrists behind you."

Marianne did as she was told. "My God. You look so provocative like that!" said Helen. "I will have to restrain myself or we will never get to the dungeon". She clipped a short chain to the two nipple stretchers, and then clipped a dog lead to the chain.

She opened the door, revealing a youth with a large video camera outside. The camera had a red light showing it was filming, and was trained on the door. "OK, let's go" she snapped, and gave a sharp pull on the lead. Marianne squealed loudly - that had been Helen's intention - and stepped forward behind Helen to save her tits further pain. She noticed that Helen carried a light cane in her other hand.

The cameraman backed along the passage, filming as he went. Helen would give a sharp pull on the lead, causing Marianne some pain, then whipping the cane sharply across Marianne's buttocks. The procession continued in this manner to the door of the dungeon. The cameraman instructed Helen to wait at the door. He would go inside to the bottom of the stairs, closing the door behind him. He would set up his camera on a tripod, then call for Helen to open the door and lead the naked victim in.

After a few minutes the man called that he was ready. Helen opened the door, and roughly pulled the now terrified woman inside. Marianne resisted, so Helen had to pull on the lead quite hard, tugging viciously on her already extended nipples. As she descended the stairs she noticed burning brands on the walls providing the main illumination of the chamber. These were new, and Marianne presumed they were to enhance the video. They certainly made for dramatic and terrifying lighting, and Marianne felt their heat on her breasts as she was dragged unwillingly into the chamber.

Down on the floor of the chamber, Marianne felt the cold stone flags beneath her feet. And still that relentless pull on he nipples pulled her forward, until after what seemed an age her mistress stopped at small table. Nearby the familiar coal fired brazier hissed and crackled. The whole scene was redolent of Dante's Inferno. If Satan himself had suddenly made an appearance she would not have been surprised. In the light of the flickering torches Marianne could make out the features of her master, in the company of another man. They were watching her intently.

The master spoke. "Ah Marianne, let me introduce Simon. Simon is a well regarded photographer, specialising in the exotic and the erotic. You should feel flattered - he saw your photos on our web site and has asked to do a shoot with you. That is an honour indeed. He'll be focusing on your new piercings - ha ha!" and he smiled at his own joke.

Marianne had no idea how long the session went on for, but it seemed like hours. She was bound in various positions, photos taken from various angles, including many close-ups of the piercings, extra weights were added, and each time she was in pain her facial expressions were captured on film. At length, Simon said "There's something missing here - her nipples are pierced, and her clitoris, but her cunt lips need a good stretch too. How about piercing these and adding weights, that would make a great set of shots?"

Helen's eyes lit up. "O yesss!" she exclaimed. Marianne could only give a strangled cry of terror. In no time at all she was trussed on her back, her knees around her ears, and the instruments were ready.

"Hmmm" said Simon, "this is too good a position to miss. Helen, I want you to whip her ass and   I take some close up shots. Then we can get on with piercing her cunt lips, and the stripes will show up well in the photos."

"This gets better and better", murmured Helen. In a short while Marianne had 10 livid red stripes on her ass, and 2 along her cunt. Female juices oozed from her, and both Simon and Helen dipped their fingers in to taste. "That's my favourite scent of all", exclaimed Helen.

The master and Helen agreed the location of the new piercings, and the size. They were to be quite large to accommodate heavy stainless steel shackles that could be used for securing the victim as well being heavy enough to extend her labia uncomfortably. Simon set up his lights and reflectors, and the deed was done, Marianne squealing and sobbing. shackles were inserted, and more photos taken.

Released from her bondage, Marianne thought her ordeal must be over. "It's almost lunchtime, pet" said Helen, "but one last thing, you must thank Simon for his efforts. As you've got two new shackles in your cunt, it is probably best if he just fucks your face." She was made to kneel on the floor, her wrists manacled to her ankles, while Simon viciously fucked her face, his fingers entangled in her long hair. This was no delicate blow job, he just pushed her face back and forth, pushing in as far as it would go, then out beyond her lips. When he came he held her face hard against him, keeping his cock hard against the back of her throat as ropes of spunk flowed into her. She couldn't breath, and had almost passed out when he released his grip. Helen, who had been taking photos, exclaimed " well you must have needed that!".

"That was great! Thanks guys. Oh, and thanks to you to, Marianne. I'll be back in a while to take some more photos. Next time I'm gonna fuck you properly. Perhaps by then your ass will be available?"

"Oh I've sold her ass cherry to one of her Internet fans, a guy called Charlie. We're in the process of settling terms now, and how and when he's gonna take her. He's paying enough, so we're going to make a day of it. You should come along, you'll get some great shots, and maybe some ass as well. In the next week or so."

"Great! You're on. Bye."

Marianne heard these words with shock and terror. She didn't want her ass fucked, she was sure it would be very painful. She had learnt her lesson, though, and didn't say a word, although little squeals betrayed her feelings. Both Helen and the master smiled. This was going to be fun!

To be continued

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

Part 7   Marianne Prepares for her First Butt Fuck

The week continued uneventfully - uneventful, that is, except for the regular whippings, and fucking by both Helen and the master.  She was always whipped before she was fucked, and both her master and her mistress made sure she had an orgasm at some point during the proceedings. She was pleased her master and her mistress cared enough about her to make sure she came, but didn't realise this was part of her training - that she would become accustomed to being whipped before an orgasm, and that the two events would become synonymous.

Her nipple stretchers continued to be tensioned, and her nipples were coming along nicely. "We'll need to make them longer than we require, Pet, because they will ease back when we stop stretching them." said Helen, as she twisted Marianne's nipples during their regular sex play sessions.

Extra weights were added to here clitoris and labia piercings. Those on her labia were quite long and swung uncomfortably as she walked about, and she could feel her cunt lips being pulled continuously. She was required to wear a thin, almost see through, white shift dress, and of course no knickers or bra. This gave both her owners easy access to her ass for whipping and her cunt for fucking. The weights on her cunt lips hung down to the hem of the dress, and swung against the fabric as she walked. "When you leave here, Pet, when your training is complete, you will be required to wear dresses and skirts no longer than this. We have designed these weights so they will be obvious to passers-by, and will be seen when you sit down." She was horrified to realise that her bondage marks would be obvious to other people, but also quite turned on by the thought.

Over dinner on the Wednesday evening, the master said suddenly, "Oh Marianne, as Charlie coming next week to give you your first ass fuck, we'll hold off any more whippings until then. We want this to be a special occasion for you, and also we want the stripes on your ass to fade away before we add some more. That was a request from Simon, who will be recording the event for posterity - and various websites, and he wants to start with an unmarked ass. You'll also have a few days holiday from being fucked, although your mouth will still be in regular use."

"Over the next few days your nipple stretchers will be extended as far as possible, prior to their removal the day before your anal defloration. You'll then have nipples worthy of a good whipping."

Helen chimed in, "Your red letter day, or more likely, your red ass and red nipple day" and here she smiled at her own pun, "will be next Wednesday - 7 days time. We're going to make a full day of it, starting with a complete shave of your whole body excepting your head and eyebrows. That should make your skin sing, and you'll feel the whip even more keenly."

Marianne paled as she heard what was planned for her. More than anything else she was scared of being ass fucked. It had hurt like hell when the vicar had plunged into her ass accidentally, and that had been just one thrust. The ass whippings she had grown used to, and she had to admit they turned her on. She knew now that they were always careful not to do serious and permanent damage, and that the marks on her skin, although angry looking and dramatic, were not deep wounds. Whipped nipples were a different matter entirely - that hurt like hell and she was terrified of it. In any case her nipples were still sore from the piercing, and from the nipple extenders that never ceased their relentless pull.

They were true to their word, and Marianne was neither whipped nor cunt fucked, but her face received a lot of attention. She was now quite proficient at BJs, and licking Helen to orgasm, but still had difficulty with the aggressive face fucking she sometimes received.

Her red ass and nipple day arrived. She was deeply asleep in Helen's bed when Helen woke her, by the simple expedient of pinching both nipples, and twisting hard. Marianne woke with a screech, then remembered where she was, and what the day was, and her heart sank.

"Wakey wakey, pet, it's your big day", called Helen, cheerily. "Time to be ass fucked. I know you've been looking forward to this day. OK, perhaps you haven't, but I have. I love seeing you whipped and fucked, and today's whipping and fucking will be one to remember."

“No need too get dressed. I want you to eat a hearty breakfast, because it will  be a strenuous day. Then after you've eaten we'll get you ready for the man who's bought your ass. Lay on your back and spread your legs – I want to see how wet you are.”

Marianne blushed, she knew she was sopping wet, despite her fears. She felt Helen's fingers dipping into her cunt, heard the 'squish' as Helen added more fingers, saw Helen smile with satisfaction, and lick her fingers.

Food arrived on a tray, and both Helen and Marianne tucked in. Marianne did not feel like eating, but Helen made her eat regardless. “You'll be needing stamina today, Pet” she warned.

“Now, we have 2 hours to prepare you. Into the shower now. Jane will come in with you, to make sure you are scrubbed everywhere.”

Jane, who had been waiting outside, came in and escorted Marianne to the shower. Marianne stepped in to the stream of hot water, and just as she got used to the temperature, she found a naked Jane in beside her. She was carrying a nylon scourer, and a bottle of shower gel. Applying gel to the scourer, Jane rubbed vigorously, scrubbing every bit of Marianne, bending her over to give her ass-hole special attention. Marianne's skin tingled. Then pouring gel onto her hands, Jane stood behind Marianne, pressing her body into Marianne's back, and slid her soapy hands across as much of Marianne's  body as she could reach. Her tits, nipples and cunt got most of the attention, and especially Marianne's new extended nipples, which tweaked, twisted and pulled. All the while Jane whispered in ear how much she was looking forward to seeing her whipped, and especially these now erect nipples, and the impending ass fuck. Marianne was on the verge of orgasm, when Jane suddenly stepped back, turned the shower to cold, and with the shower head in her hand, washed off the soap. Marianne screeched when the cold water hit her, and groaned with disappointment.

As Marianne dried herself with a huge white fluffy towel, Helen announced that Simon had arrived, and would be recording the rest of the proceedings. Simon stuck his head round the door, gave a cheery grin, said “Hi guys”, and entered.

“You're just in time for her shaving, Simon” said Helen. “Pet, I want you ass up on that table – NOW!”. Marianne moved quickly, stretching out face down on the towel covered table. “As you're good and damp from the shower, there should be no need for shaving foam. Keep still, I don't want to nick you – that would spoil the photographs.”.

Marianne  felt the safety razor scraping over her back, her neck, the backs of her arms and legs, removing all the tiny furry hairs that are normally ignored. She felt the cheeks of her ass pulled open to allow the razor's access. She felt Helen's finger toy with her little virginal rosebud, and run over the lips of her wet cunt. Two fingers slipped inside, and she felt herself being lifted by her cunt. “On your knees, Pet, Simon is going to take some commemorative photos of your ass-hole, so you can remind yourself how you looked before your ass-hole was well used. Put your hands behind you, and pull the cheeks of your ass wide open so the dog can see the rabbit.” She could hear the camera's remorseless shutter recording images of her most private parts, and she knew they were private no more, but visible to millions. That both shamed her and excited her.

“Now, on your back, and spread your legs. Let's get this finished.” She felt the razor doing its work on the remainder of her body. Her cunt had been regularly shaved for some weeks, but the last day's growth  was visible. Jane paid particular attention to her pussy, pulling hard on her on her lips to clear the way for the razor. Finally her face. Like all women, Marianne had soft downy hairs on her face -  but these all succumbed to the razor. Only her eyelashes and eyebrows, and of course her long fair hair, escaped unscathed.

“Now to make your skin look really stunning. Jane is going to rub in some oil to give it a nice sheen. Then you will do a short modeling session with Simon.” Jane poured warm oil in a line from her cunt to her tits, and proceeded to rub it in. Marianne loved it, it was so sensuous, exciting, and also comforting. Jane enjoyed massaging Marianne's tits and nipples. As she massaged Marianne's inner thighs, she put her face close to Marianne's cunt, kissed it, and murmured, “mmm, you smell divine”, causing Marianne to squeal with excitement and pride.

Then it was the turn of her back, and her ass got a lot of the massaging effort. She felt oil running over her ass-hole, before being rubbed well into her crack. A finger slipped into her  ass,  hooked up inside, and she felt herself being lifted by her ass-hole Not far, but enough to give the sphincter a stretching. Then two fingers, and more oil, and the fingers began to fuck her ass. “Uncomfortable” she thought, “but not too bad”. She wondered whose fingers they were, as both Jane and Helen were behind her. She rather hoped they were Helen's.

The invading fingers were withdrawn. Marianne wondered how big was the cock that was going to take her ass, and how much this man had paid for the privilege. “Does that make me a prostitute?” she mused. “Presumably so.”

“One more thing. He client who has bought your ass has requested that you wear only black stockings and suspender belt. He says this will frame your ass nicely, and as he's paid so much for it he wants it gift wrapped, Put these on, and make sure the seams are straight.” Marianne sat up, rolled the black silk over her legs, and attached them to the suspender belt that Jane has fixed round her waist. She thought it was rather too tight, but was wise enough not to say anything.

“OK Pet” said Helen, “let the show commence”. Marianne stood up, and felt her hands being cuffed behind her back. A slave collar was attached around her neck, and dog chain clipped to it. Jane took the lead, and lead the completely naked Marianne out to face whatever the day would bring.....

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

Part 8 Marianne's First Butt Fuck

“OK Pet” said Helen, “let the show commence”. Marianne stood up, and felt her hands being cuffed behind her back. A slave collar was attached around her neck, and dog chain clipped to it. Jane took the lead, and lead the completely naked Marianne out to face whatever the day would bring.......

The walk took them out of the house and into the garden and country park that was the estate.  Marianne was reminded again that she had no idea where in the country it was, and when, if ever, she would see her own home again. The sky was blue, and sun felt good on her body. There was slight breeze, the coolness  of which raised goose pimples on her. She was led out on to the manicured lawn, and the procession was filmed by  a young man walking in front of them, whilst Simon continued to shoot still photos.

The procession stopped at a stout post set in the lawn. Attached by a single bolt about 3 feet up were 2 further pieces of wood, and to these were attached a number of straps. At the base of the post was step.

“Here we are, Pet” said Helen. “the fun starts here.”  She stepped behind Marianne and placed a black blindfold over Marianne's eyes, lifting her long hair and securing it firmly behind her head. Marianne gave a little whimper. The temporary blindness made the ordeal even more terrifying. More was to come. She found herself suddenly deaf too, as headphones covered her ears.

The headphones crackled into life, and Helen's voice came into Marianne's ears. “Pet, I want you to nod your head if you can hear me.” Marianne dutifully nodded. “Good. These are wireless headphones, so they won't get in the way of today's fun. Charlie, the guy we have sold your ass to, has now joined us. You will be delighted to hear, I'm sure, that Charlie will be doing much of your warming up. Now you will be secured in position.”

Marianne felt her cuffs being removed, and she was made to stand on the step in front of the post. Her arms were lifted over her head, and strapped tightly to the beams. A broad strap was cinched tight around her waist, and then each foot was also strapped tightly to the beams. A sudden sharp pain in each nipple indicated that weights had been added to each nipple ring.

As she hung there, fearing what would happen next, she found herself on the move. She was being rotated. She knew that at some point the nipple weights would jerk into their new position, and waited for the sudden extra pain – she was not disappointed, and she squealed when it came. Finally she was head down. More was to come. The two beams were being rotated relative to each other, and her legs were being spread against her will. A loud clicking indicated a ratchet mechanism to prevent the cross closing again. She squealed with fright, she had never been spread open so wide before. She had never felt so naked, so vulnerable, so available before. She was terrified, but again that familiar buzz of excitement spread from her loins, and her juices flowed over the heavy steel shackles in her labia.

“Hmm, I think a bit more openness is in order” said Helen. A rubber bungee was produced, one end clipped to one shackle, led around behind her ass, and clipped to the other shackle. Her labia were being stretched apart, too.

“Perfect” said Helen. “In a short while your tits will be whipped. Then we will whip your cunt. Your tits will look even more lovely with red stripes on them. Before that, though, you'll be left on display for an hour so. We've invited over a few friends to enjoy the view – some of them have already enjoyed your body – remember our last out door sessions? I'll leave the microphone live so you can hear their comments.” Marianne did indeed remember -  and she blushed with embarrassment at the memory of friends and neighbours whipping and fucking her – but her cunt tingled the more.

“OK guys, Marianne can't see you, so give her a big hello so she knows you're there watching her humiliation.” Marianne heard a chorus of “Hi Marianne” and various other crude comments, she recognised one or two of the voices. “Gather round and get a good look at Marianne's cunt in its unwhipped state. Feel how wet she is.”

They needed no further urging, and fingers, lips, teeth all felt, licked and nibbled at her cunt, which despite her terror and discomfort flowed like a fountain. Somebody twanged the bungee that was pulling her labia apart, sending a stab of  pain into her cunt.

“OK, now you've all had a close inspection, stand back and welcome Charlie, who's the lucky chap who's bought her ass.”

A small round of applause, whistles and catcalls greeted Charlie, who stepped out from behind a tree where he had been watching the proceedings. He gave Helen a hug and a kiss, but didn't say a word. Helen said into the mike “the rest of the day will be in silence, at least as far as your hearing goes – we do expect some deliciously sexy screams from you – but the microphone is going off now.” A click in her ears, followed by total silence, confirmed to Marianne that she was now both blind and deaf, and a gentle breeze blowing between her legs emphasised her openness and vulnerability.

Hands ran down the insides of her thighs, fingers entered her cunt, lips nibbled her clitoris. They were tentative, exploratory, and she guessed they belonged to Charlie. She could feel his breath on her cunt. She hoped he would stay tentative and gentle, but knew that was unlikely, as lust overcame him. Then the fingers, and the breath, had gone. He had stepped away from her. She would surely feel the whip between her legs soon?

And suddenly she was on the move, being rotated until she was up right again. Was she to be spared the ordeal after all? Her hopes rose, but sank like a stone as a thin whip struck her right nipple. As she drew breath to scream, her left breast was struck. The pain was intense, the more so because she could neither see nor hear her assailant. Her scream was loud and long, but more blows landed on each breast. The weights bounced, adding to her discomfort.

Then the whipping stopped. She hung on her cross, naked, sore, and sexually excited. Silence reigned, at least for Marianne. Unknown to Marianne, Simon was taking close-up shots of her whipped breasts, and her tear stained face. Charlie was taking a breather. He was surprised how much exertion that had been. His erection was rock hard, and he knew he would struggle to avoid coming too soon. Helen had one hand inside her skirt, the other playing with her own nipple. That had been so exciting, and there was more to come.

Without warning Marianne found herself on the move again. Again she waited in trepidation for the nipple weights to fall down towards her face jerking hard on the nipple rings. She was not disappointed – the pain was sudden and excruciating. Then she was upside down again, and she knew her cunt was to be the whip's next target. She hated this more than anything. She hung there in her own silent world, the sun warm on her body, the breeze cooling her cunt, and the stripes on her breasts, aware that the eyes of many of her neighbours were staring at her most private parts, waiting eagerly to see them whipped, wishing they were doing the whipping. A gentle caress – something was sliding back and forth across her cunt. What was it? It came to her in a flash. Charlie was using the whip to warm her up. The caresses stopped. She waited. She was beginning to relax when the blow struck without warning, a direct hit between her outstretched labia. She screamed, to the delight of the spectators, and more blows fell. Each blow splattered feminine juices from her cunt, faithfully recorded by the camera and the video. Helen smiled. She knew she could sell this scene for some serious money, and Helen orgasmed with her fingers deep inside herself, and fingers of her other hand pinching and twisting her own nipple hard.

There were only 6 stripes with the whip – none of the participants wanted to cause deep and lasting damage – although the spectators roared for more. Marianne welcomed the breeze cooling the tender flesh.

“OK guys, come and get a closer look” called Helen. The villagers gathered round, many had cameras and videos, and welcomed the chance to take close up shots of her tortured cunt. Some knelt on the ground to take shots of her tear stained face, and weighted nipples. Charlie took the opportunity of Marianne's cunt being spread wide at head height to dip his tongue in, savour the unique aroma of aroused woman, and suck hard at her clitoris. Despite the pain, Marianne squealed with delight. Charlie's cock was so hard he thought if he didn't fuck her ass soon he'd cum in his trousers.

Then Marianne was on the move again, and again the excruciating shock as the nipple weights flopped down from under her chin to below her navel, making Marianne gasp. The step was replaced under her feet, and her bonds removed. Both Helen and Jane had to help Marianne step down onto the grass, amidst cheers from the onlookers.

A padded saw horse was carried onto the lawn by 2 villagers, and placed next to the now vacant St Andrews cross. Its legs were adjusted in height so that the cross bar was just below the height of Charlie's cock. Marianne was half carried, half led, to the new device, and placed over it face down. Her ankles were tethered to stout pegs hammered into the ground and pulled tight, forcing her legs wide apart again. Her wrists suffered a similar fate, and she was soon spread-eagled over the saw horse, head hanging down, to await the next round, which she knew would include a good ass whipping. But more was to come. An axle stand was placed under her head, and adjusted under her chin, lifting her head up so the spectators, and the cameras, could see her face. Leather reins were clipped to each nipple ring, and led round behind her. Charlie would need something to control his filly as her broke her in.

The earphones crackled into life again. Helen said “Charlie and I think that for this part of the game we want to be able to see your face and film your expressions as your anal cherry is taken. I know it will be popular with your friends and neighbours too.” Marianne was suddenly blinded by the light, as her blindfold and earphones were removed. She could then see the spectators gathered closely around, and make out faces she recognised. She blushed with embarrassment and humiliation. Her assailant stood behind her, and she could see nothing of him.

Marianne felt hands caressing her ass, dipping into her sopping wet cunt, fingering her virgin ass hole. A finger, lubricated with her own juices, slid past her sphincter, then two fingers, pulling and opening her up ready for her deflowering. Then the fingers were gone ….. and Marianne could her the familiar “whoosh” of a cane being swung in the air. Charlie was obviously trying it out.

The next “whoosh” was followed by a loud “thwack” as it impacted on Marianne's ass, producing a thin red line, and a scream from Marianne, tears formed in her eyes and trickled down her cheek, to the delight of the cameraman filming that end of the event. Several more followed, until her ass was a delicious cherry red, with deep red lines criss-crossing. Charlie decided he really couldn't wait any longer.

Dropping the whip, he quickly stripped naked, dropping his clothes in a heap in his haste. He plunged his cock into her cunt, as deep as he could. Withdrawing his now slippery cock, he pulled her ass cheeks apart, placed his cock against her little rosebud, and thrust hard and suddenly. The tight sphincter muscle succumbed to the brutal assault, and he entered her ass in one fell and brutal swoop, right to the hilt. He stayed in that position as Marianne's eyes opened wide with shock. The sudden pain took her breath away for an instant, but only an instant. Then she screamed loud and shrill.

Charlie savoured that tight ring around his cock, not daring to move for fear of cumming too soon. When Marianne's scream had died away he took the reins in one hand, pulling them tight and adding more pain to Marianne's ordeal. Slowly at  first, he began to fuck her ass. At one point he pulled right out, then plunged back in again. He thought that was probably the best bit, that breaking in through the tightly shut door. He knew that by the time she had been trained that door would never be locked or shut again, but only ever ajar, for any wandering intruder to break in and take her ass again.

All good things must come to an end, and pulling brutally hard on the reins, he came in a soaring climax, pumping his seed deep into her bowels, roaring his triumph over his victim. Exhausted, in slumped forward over Marianne's back, his face in her hair. He kissed her neck – suddenly gentle. “Thanks girl, that was great. We'll do it again sometime, eh?” The voice struck a chord in Marianne – she know that voice, but where from? From college? From the village? Either way, it meant more humiliation. She had been ass fucked by an anonymous man. She imagined herself walking in the village, looking at each man she passed wondering whether he had fucked her ass.

Then the familiar voice of her master boomed in her ear. “Having sold her ass to the highest bidder, I'm now claiming droit de signeur. Your ass is now mine.” Without even bothering to strip, he undid his flies, released his cock, and thrust it deep into Marianne's ass, which luckily for her was still dilated from Charlie's rape, and lubricated with his cum. Marianne's sphincter muscles were now adapting to the pounding they were getting, and it was less of an ordeal. The master, remembering his role of slave trainer, made a point of stimulating her clitoris. He saw the importance of Marianne associating an ass fuck with pleasure and orgasm. Every thrust of his cock into her ass was accompanied by a surge of fingers in her cunt, and tweaked, twisted and pulled clitoris. Master that he was, he brought Marianne to a climax in time with his own, and she came squealing and wriggling like a stuck pig. “First a pain slut, and soon an anal slut” he whispered into her ear, as he withdrew, “you wait and see.” Marianne determined that this would not happen – but her cunt tingled all the same.

“Simon, you're on” called Helen to the photographer. “I promised you Marianne's ass, and here it is. Come and get it.” Simon needed no second bidding, and he was stripped and fucking Marianne's ass like a shot, pulling hard on the reins to Marianne's nipples.

While Simon was hard at work, Helen was organising the onlookers. Not surprisingly, they were all keen to get a slice of the action, and as soon as one man had finished in her ass another took his place. The raping of Marianne's ass went on for two hours almost non stop. She was exhausted, her ass was numb, and her nipples felt like they were on fire.

At last, everyone left, satisfied, leaving only Marianne, Helen, and Jane. “OK Pet” said Helen, cheerily, “did you enjoy that?” Marianne was too tired to reply. “Just look at that cum leaking out of your ass. What an anal whore you are now! That ass of yours is now slack enough to take any man's cock, and from now on you will be ass fucked as often as you are cunt fucked. But there's one more experience to come...” and Helen stripped completely, and strapped on a huge dildo, much bigger than any of the men had been. “When you've been ass fucked with this monster, you stay ass fucked!” she exclaimed.

The huge dildo easily battered through Marianne's weak defences, and her eyes opened wide with shock, and a gasp escaped her lips. Helen smiled. That's what she liked to hear. Long, deep thrusts of the huge dildo were accompanied by sharp tugs on the reins, pulling hard at Marianne's nipples. Marianne's squeals sounded to Helen like the whinnying of a mare under stallion, and Helen came, imagining Marianne fucked by the stallion she had in her stable. “There's a thought for the future” she thought, as she collapsed over the exhausted and pain racked Marianne, to a round of applause from the spectators.

The voice of the Master, deep, gentle and authoritative, whispered in her ear “I think that's enough for today. We don't want our guest to die of exhaustion.”

Then louder, addressing the entire company, “Well chaps, I trust you have enjoyed today as much as I have. I declare Marianne's ass well and truly fucked. Today's entertainment is over. I look forward to seeing your photos and videos on various web sites. An official DVD of the day will be available in a week or so. It only remains for me to thank Marianne for her hospitality to us all. Three cheers for Marianne, hip hip hip …...”

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.

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!”

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.