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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
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