The Breaking and Making of Marianne

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.