The Breaking and Making of Marianne

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.....