The Breaking and Making of Marianne

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.