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Subject: {ASSM} {Norm DaPlume} New novel:War And Piece parts: 00 thru 05 (b,g,bg,1st,Fb,M+b,M+g,tg,bd,best,exhib, caution,blackmail,nc,rape,reluc,rim,sad,sm,tort,viol, drug,Fdom,cbt,ds,humil,va,rom,anal,creampie,enem,ht, fat,menstr,oral,piv,scat,tg,toys,bi,feet,lac,
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*Please* accept this submission. (Of my novel.)
Segment 00 contains important information on the novel.
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 01/56
Summary: Two eleven year old children are used
abused, dominated and prostituted by their wicked
stepmother/mother. This is a dark, erotic, sometimes 
humorous, tragedy, encompassing a cornucopia of
adult themes.  In it one can find almost every type
of sexual practice (normal and alternate.  Except 
maybe MF)
Keywords: b,g,bg,1st,Fb,M+b,M+g,tg,bd,best,exhib,
caution,blackmail,nc,rape,reluc,rim,sad,sm,tort,viol,
drug,Fdom,cbt,ds,humil,va,rom,anal,creampie,enem,ht,
fat,menstr,oral,piv,scat,tg,toys,bi,feet,lac,goth,
tragic,electro,copr,vore,more! 

Dear Eli;

     First let me apologize for submitting so many 
segments for this book.  Between my computer, my
internet carrier and my mailbox, something won't 
allow me to transmit emails longer than about 27k.
I just hope that you will feel that my book is 
worth the effort.
     If I understand correctly, you review literature 
submtted to ASSTR.  I would like to ask for your 
assistance and insight.  
     I have written a 270+ page, 55 character per line
erotic novel.  It has 56 segments.
     More than just a smut novel, I believe this is a
serious work of fiction, and I think it would fit well
into the ASSTR archives. 
     "If you choose to accept this mission," you
should read segment 01 to familiarize yourself with
the situation.  The book becomes more interresting,
(for me at least) starting in the second half of the
5th segment.  I particularly like segments 12, 15, 
35-38, 40, 43, and 46-56.  Some of these chapters
ters do not entirely "stand alone"  That is to say 
you really need to have read the prior chapters to 
get all of the context for some parts of them. 
But, I believe they'll all be a "good read" never-
theless. 
     That said, I have a big problem: (literally)
     There are way too many keyword codes to fit on
the keyword line of the standard header routine. (see 
the list of keywords above.)
     I have placed them above the text of the first 
segment and have placed segment summaries and keywords
at the start of each of the other segments.  I can 
resubmit all if it's AFU.  

                         Thanks
                         Norm DaPlume
My email address is: yarrowv@gmail.com 

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 01/56
Summary: Two children are used, abused, dominated and 
prostituted by their wicked stepmother/mother. Caution 
this is a dark, erotic tragedy, including a cornucopia 
of adult situations involving most every alt.sex genre.
Keywords: b,g,bg,1st,Fb,M+b,M+g,bd,best,exhib,caution
blackmail,inc,nc,rape,reluc,rim,sad,sm,tort,viol,drug
Fdom,cbt,ds,humil,va,rom,anal,creampie,enem,ht,fat,
menstr,oral,piv,scat,tg,toys,bi,feet,lac,goth,tragic,
copr,vore,needle,electro
Chapter Summary: The main character meets his beautiful
stepmother Arline, and beautiful stepsister Melina.




                 War And Piece.
                By Norm DaPlume
       A Potpourri of Extreme Adult Fiction.


        
                    Dedication.
     Do everything as if it's the last thing you'll 
ever do.  You never know, it just might be. 

     This book is dedicated to contributors to the 
internet without whose industrious assistance I would 
have been neither inspired nor informed enough to write 
this book.  This book is the sum of both my own 
creativity and the research I was able to do in order 
to write it.  
     To that end I would like to thank all of the
sites I connected with, especially the twenty or so 
associated websites of "Kink.com," also 
"TubeGalore.com," "PurplePorno.com and "Xvideos.com" 
among others.  
     Also of great assistance in writing this novel 
were numerous dictionary and Thesaurus websites.  
Especially "Thesaurus.com," "Dictionary.com," "The Free 
Online Dictionary," "The Poop Thesaurus" and "The 
Online Slang Dictionary," without whose assistance this 
novel would have been more boring than a drill bit, Duller 
than tarisned silver and more cliche, than a pulp novel.  
     I would also like to thank all of the contrib-  
uters to "Google" and "The Wikipedia" for the profusion 
of information about all topics, in general, and doz-
ens of other websites too numerous to name. I would like to 
thank "You Tube" for the inspirational music it provided 
while I labored on this text.  
     Lastly, I would like to thank Johann Sebastian 
Bach posthumously.  His composition, "Prelude No. 1 in 
C sharp major," BWV 846, provided inspiration for the 
last chapters of this book.  They will also I expect, 
provide Inspiration for the last chapter of my life, 
which hopefully won't be written any time soon.   



              Disclaimer/Advisory.

     The following literature is intended only for 
adult audiences.  If you are a minor, (less 
than 18 years of age) put this book down;  it 
is not intended for you.  If you are 18 years 
of age or older, you may read this book with 
the understanding that you need to heed the 
advisories that follow.  

     This is a work of extreme fiction.  The 
characters are entirely made up.  Any 
resemblance to real people either living or 
dead is entirely coincidental.  The following is 
not intended for minors and may even be
unsuitable for many adult reading audiences
Reader discretion is therefore not only highly 
advised, but is, in fact, recommended.  

     In addition, the events depicted in this work 
are of a horrific and heinous nature.  The 
procedures depicted in this book have not been 
tried on actual people and therefore may 
be hazardous to real human beings.  
Their suitability for use as ideas for real 
sexual activity is therefore intended to be 
only suggestive and are no way being 
recommended.  They have been written for 
entertainment purposes only and are in no way 
intended for use on real people.  

     This work should be read only by adults 
responsible enough to recognize the difference 
between the incredibly deranged nature of the 
depictions in this work and the possible 
consequences of attempting these acts in a real 
life situation.  Fictional characters perform 
these events and people inexperienced in such 
arts should definitely not attempt to perform 
them.  In other words, "Don't try this at 
home."  
 


             A Step In The Wrong Direction.  

     From the time I first started going to school, I 
was always the smallest child in my class.  It was 
common for other boys to pick on me.  Often, I ran home 
crying after school.  I accepted this as my fate and 
felt helpless to do anything about it.  I was, I 
thought, destined to give my lunch money to the school 
bully for the rest of my life.  
     My mother died when I was young, and my father 
remarried soon afterward.  It was to a woman who had a 
daughter about my age.  The daughter as it turned out 
was also the smallest in her class, but she was bigger 
and stronger than I was.  
     My new mother instructed me to call her Arline.  
She was an unbelievably beautiful woman with dark brown 
eyes, long, straight, jet black hair, an exquisite 
body, and pursed lips, which always seemed to be arched 
in a look of disapproval.  She had what seemed to be a 
Russian accent.  I don't think she liked me very much, 
but I believed that she loved my father a great deal.  
I think she was about twenty-five years old.  
     Arline was a Licensed Practical Nurse, which was 
reassuring.  I didn't know much about my new mother, 
but I felt secure in the knowledge that if I were to 
suddenly stop breathing, I would be in good hands.  
     Her daughter's name was Melina.  She looked a lot 
like her mother.  She was also incredibly stunning, had 
a shapely body, dark brown eyes, long, straight, jet 
black hair, and the same disapproving look on her lips.  
I don't think she liked me very much either.  I on the 
other hand, was entirely captivated by her from the 
first.  
     My father worked as a fisherman.  He used to 
disappear on long voyages while his boat went hunting 
for quarry.  Eventually he would return, but not until 
the boat had a cargo hold full of fish.  That usually 
wasn't for weeks.  I would miss him while he was gone 
and until he returned.  When that happened, he would 
get a few days off before the boat went out again.  
     He was a good father, and our time together was 
always memorable.  He would take me to fish, fly kites, 
play baseball, watch TV; you know, father and son 
stuff.  For his honeymoon, my father got a month off, 
and during that time, he spent the first couple of 
weeks mostly with Arline, and the rest with all of his 
new family, including me.  
     After the honeymoon was over, he returned to the 
boat and left me in the care of Arline.  It was 
summertime and there wasn't any school.  I looked 
forward to the adventure of living with my new 
stepmother and stepsister.  
     My father had done a good job investing the money 
he made by fishing.  He bought land.  Our house was 
deep in the middle of a farm.  We had no neighbors for 
half a mile in every direction, and no one ever 
disturbed us.  
     So there we were, in the middle of virtual 
paradise, with no one to upset the quiet of our lives. 

 
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 02/56
Summary: The main character is humiliated and 
diciplined by his stepmother (Arline) and 
stepsister (Melina.)
Keywords: b,g,sad,Fdom,cbt,humil

                      A Rude Awakening.

     On the very first day after my father left, Arline 
woke both Melina and me up at four in the morning.  I 
wasn't used to this, but it was obvious that Melina 
was.  I was sleepy and mopey, and my eyes were half 
closed.  Melina, on the other hand, was as alert as a 
jackrabbit on speed.  Arlene ordered us both into the 
bathroom, had us step into the shower and then 
instructed us to remove our clothing, one piece at a 
time.  I started removing my clothing even though I 
thought it was strange.  I wished to impress my new 
mother.  
     I was wearing a simple two-piece pajama outfit, 
but Melina was wearing layer upon layer of clothing.  
On a piece-by-piece basis, I was definitely at a 
disadvantage.  I started to protest, but Arline just 
looked at me with those stern lips, and I decided I'd 
better not make waves.  I figured that eventually after 
Melina removed all of her clothes, she and I would be 
even.  Having never seen a naked female before, I was 
kind of looking forward to that.  
     Even though Melina had started to strip first, I 
was nude before Melina had removed even a fraction of 
her clothing.  Being an only child, I was not used to 
appearing naked in front of other people.  I wasn't 
even comfortable changing clothes in the boy's locker 
room at school, so this was terribly embarrassing for 
me.  
     I held my hands over my private parts as best I 
could.  Arline made a gesture, which prompted me to 
place my hands at my sides.  I tried to cover up by 
bending my rear end a little, and crossing my knees, 
but Arline's body language changed.  She motioned with 
gestures that I took to mean she wanted me to look 
straight ahead, stand up straight, at attention with my 
hands at my sides, and that she wanted me to spread my 
legs apart.  Hesitantly, I did so.  
     Suddenly, I noticed that my willy was 
conspicuously sticking straight out from my body.  It 
had never done that before.  I felt embarrassed.  My 
face got warm; I could feel it turning red.  I began to 
regret my father having gotten remarried.  
     At that point, Melina stopped undressing herself.  
Then she and Arline both stared at me in my nakedness 
and smiled for a long time.  No one had ever 
scrutinized me before.  I was mortified.  Interestingly, 
it was the first time that I could recollect either one 
of them smiling.  
     Arline had said nothing aloud since she had 
instructed us to strip, but she had already 
communicated a lot.  
     Arline finally looked at me, my face was bright 
red.  "You need not be embarrassed," She said, "I'm a nurse."    
     "Melina's not."  I said, flustered.  
     "But, she's going to be."  Responded Arline.   
     We stood there like that for a while, with Arline 
and Melina staring and smiling at me, and me wishing 
that I could disappear into some dark crack in the 
shower.  I felt a cold breeze blow over my rear end, 
and goose bumps began to develop on my arms, legs and 
buttocks.  
     Finally, after what seemed like hours, Arline 
motioned to Melina, and she removed the rest of her 
clothing.  It took a few minutes, before she was done, 
they had both stopped smiling.  
     I was going to turn my head toward Melina.  I 
didn't get to look at her at all though, because 
Arline's expression got seriously, scary, I immediately 
started to look down and away from Melina.  What I did 
see in that short time was Melina looking amusedly, 
right at me, and Arline not appearing to mind or 
disapprove of her doing that.  
     Next, Arline motioned for Melina to turn on the 
shower.  Melina turned the shower on and the sudden, 
initial rush of cold water made me shrink away from the 
stream.  While I didn't look directly at Melina, I 
could sense that she was standing at attention under 
the cold stream, bearing it.  I looked at Arline, and 
she appeared appalled by my attempt to dodge the cold 
water.  I stood up, and allowed the cold water to 
splash on me too.  This caused my goose bumps to swell 
like warts, and I began to shiver.  I noticed that my 
willy was no longer standing out from my body.  It had 
shrunk practically to nothing.  It looked kind of like 
a red button.  I was relieved at it not standing out so 
prominently, but now I was embarrassed at it being so 
small.  Gradually the water began to warm up and so did 
I.  
     As the water warmed up, I began to pee.  It's a 
natural response to being wet, for me at least.  It 
happens all the time to me in swimming pools etc.  
Arline immediately grabbed my penis and stopped the 
flow.  It hurt a little when she did.  "Don't do that 
in the shower," she said.  Then she took a bottle and 
directed the flow of my urine into the bottle.  Ever 
since I was potty trained as a child, no one had 
touched my genitals, let alone a woman.  It was 
embarrassing for me, but it felt surprisingly nice, I 
wasn't sure why.  
     Then, Arline motioned to Melina by pointing up.  
Melina slowly began to turn the hot water on higher and 
higher, until it became uncomfortably hot for me.  Then 
she turned it up even higher.  I was sure it was going 
to scald me.  I tried to duck out of the stream, but 
based on Arline's expression, and the fact that I could 
see Melina's outline standing at attention out of the 
corner of my eye, I thought better of it.  
     We stood that way for a few minutes, the goose 
bumps disappeared and my skin began turning red.  I 
could not see Melina clearly, but I could sense her 
standing right beside me, enduring the water as well.  
I felt self-conscious about my weenie, and when I 
looked down at it, I could see it had gotten longer 
again, but at least it was no longer sticking straight 
out.  It had wilted; it had bent over and was dangling 
like cooked asparagus.  I felt embarrassed again.  
     Next Arline handed me a bar of soap, I could see 
she was handing one to Melina as well.  Following that 
she handed me one of those large, peanut shaped, stiff 
bristled, eight-inch long, washerwoman type brushes.  I 
could see she had handed one to Melina as well.  
     "Okay, wash" she said.  
     I rubbed the soap onto the brush, and started 
washing my hands.  
     "Good" she said, "but wash all over."  
     I began rubbing the brush over my chest and when I 
did, it hurt because it was so stiff.  It was 
especially painful because my skin was already stinging 
from the hot water.  I stopped scrubbing, but Arline 
asked "Do you want me to do it?"  Out of the corner of 
my eye, I could see that Melina appeared to be doing 
what Arline wanted.  I also got a quick peek at her 
butt, which showed because she was bending over to 
scrub one of her feet.  It was a side view, but I was 
satisfied to get that glimpse, after having had Arline 
and Melina look as me for so long, earlier.  
     Arline saw me do that.  She was not happy.  "Okay.  
That does it.  I'm going to show you how to cleanse 
yourself."  She grabbed the brush out of my hands.  
     Arline rubbed the soap onto the brush for quite a 
few seconds.  "Turn around" she ordered me.  I turned 
my back to her.  It was a relief not to be facing her, 
"sunny side up," as I had been.  Arline started 
brushing my back.  It was already smarting from the hot 
water, but when she applied the brush, it began to 
really sting.  I fussed, but she did not stop.  
     "Go ahead and scream.  Nobody can hear you."  
(That was to be her and Melina's mantra for the rest of 
the summer.)  I tried to get away but she was holding 
me tightly with one hand and scrubbing with the other.  
     "Stop squirming" she ordered me loudly.  I 
couldn't.  "That does it," she bellowed.  Arline told 
me to get on my knees, which I did, and then she bent 
me over the side of the bathtub so that my butt was 
facing up.  She pulled a long handled back scrubber out 
of a bag that she had with her.  
     Suddenly, "thwack" she smacked me viciously on the 
ass with the handle end of the back scrubber.   
     I saw stars, for a couple of seconds, waves of 
pain flowed over my butt continuing across my entire 
body.  My butt seemed to be on fire.  I screamed.  
     "Now, will you stop squirming?" she asked.  I 
tried to get away again.  "thwack" went the scrubber 
again, I saw stars again, and there was more pain, more 
burning, more screaming.  "Now, will you stop 
squirming?" she asked.  Humbled and disheartened, I 
stopped struggling, and quieted down.  
     After the pain subsided a little, "thwack" she 
struck me again this time even harder than the two 
times before.  "What was that for?"  I yelled.  
     "That was for looking at Melina's behind earlier.  
I saw you, you know.  You are never to look at Melina 
when she's not clothed.  Now get back up.  We'll 
continue."  
     I stood back up, deciding whether the quick peek 
at Melina's ass was worth the swat I had received, and 
Arline returned to scrubbing my back.  She continued 
with an intensity that felt like she was scraping the 
skin off my back.  In that there was no blood in the 
rinse water, I reasoned that it was only pain, and that 
she wasn't doing actual damage.  By now, she had worked 
her way down to my butt.  
     As she scoured my butt, I could feel her working 
on the areas where the brush handle had landed when she 
beat me.  I tried to be brave and endure the pain, but 
they really hurt, a lot.  I couldn't stop myself from 
first wincing, then crying, when she did it.  She 
didn't say anything, but neither did she stop the 
erosive cleansing.  
     After finishing my legs, I started to turn around, 
but she held me fast with her one arm.  Then she told 
me to bend over and spread my legs.  At that point, she 
began scrubbing the crack of my ass, intensely.  The 
coarse bristles bit into my skin harder than they had 
before.  Suddenly I could feel the bar of soap, first 
on my asshole, then pressing against my asshole, then 
inside my asshole.  Whoa.  
     "What are you doing?"  I asked loudly.  
     "Cleansing your anus" was the reply.  At that 
point, the soap came out, and I felt Arline pushing the 
tip of the brush into the hole with great force.  
Before I could respond, Arline started twisting the 
brush around, and around.  It hurt.  I screamed.  
Arline and Melina started laughing.  
     "Okay.  Now, turn around."  Arline said.  
     Melina was still in the shower; her motion had 
pretty much stopped.  I guessed she was done with her 
cleansing, and was staring at me taking pleasure in my 
humiliation and discomfort.  I didn't look to find out, 
due to the consequences that I assumed would ensue.  I 
was careful turning around and made sure I faced away 
from Melina.  
     Arline instructed me to close my eyes, which I 
did.  Then she said "Melina will finish decontaminating 
you."  Mortified, I tried to get out of the shower, but 
Arline had anticipated my response.  She grabbed me and 
folded me over the edge of the bathtub.  "Thwack" went 
the back scrubber.  Then "Thwack" again.  These hurt 
even more than the previous ones had, and I quickly 
realized that since Arline had been holding me with 
both hands, that Melina must have meted out the 
punishment.  
     Subdued, I screamed "Okay."  
     Arline let me loose and I stood up with my eyes 
closed.  "Now turn to me," said Melina in a candy 
coated voice.  I turned toward her.  My penis began to 
feel funny again.  Then I got the bright idea that maybe  
I could squint a little and see more of Melina in the 
raw, but before I could do that, Melina wiped a ton of 
soapsuds over my eyes.  
     Melina began brushing.  She did it harder than her 
mother did, and it hurt more.  For some reason that 
didn't bother me as much as her mother's less intense 
brushing did.  I thought I could feel her dark brown 
eyes staring at my pecker the whole time she was 
scouring me.  It made my penis feel funny again.  I 
tried to open my eyes.  That was a bad idea.  Soapsuds 
and intense pain entered my eyelids.  First I saw white 
then I saw stars, and when Melina saw me blinking, she 
put a whole lot more soap on them.  
     Melina skipped from the bottom of my stomach, to 
my legs.  When she had finished with my feet, she said 
"Now spread your legs apart".  "Wider" she said.  
"Wider."  I was totally exposed, ashamed, cramped, and 
my face turned red again.  My penis was beginning to 
feel peculiar again.  
     At that, Melina grabbed my balls savagely, and 
squeezed them somewhat painfully.  I nearly jumped 
through the ceiling.  For as long as I could remember, 
nobody had ever touched me on that part of my body, and 
I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.  I 
wasn't allowed even to look at Melina, and now, there 
she was, handling my sex organs.  This seemed unfair.  
     But then, Melina began brushing them with in the 
same strict manner she had done the rest of my body, 
and with that I really did jump towards the ceiling.  
Unfortunately, Melina was holding my balls tightly in 
her hand, and I succeeded only in hurting myself.  I 
screamed loudly.  "Go ahead and scream" Arline and 
Melina said in unison.  They both laughed hysterically 
and Melina held on.  They were enjoying this.  I 
wasn't.  
     Melina resumed "cleansing" my testicles, and I 
began protesting loudly.  "Okay.  Now shut up," said 
Arline "or you'll get yourself into more trouble.  
You're giving me a headache."  I shut up.  The pain 
continued for a while, and then Arline grabbed my dick.  
     When Melina began scrubbing my monkey, the 
sensation changed to extreme pain plus something I had 
never experienced before.  It felt somewhere between 
the way it feels when you first start to pee and 
tickling only far more intense.  I began uncontrollably 
bending my ass forward and back.  But that only caused 
more strain on my balls, which Melina was still holding 
onto tightly, and on my penis, which Arline was now 
gripping.  Nevertheless, I couldn't stop moving every 
time she went over it with that brush.  I was in a lot 
of pain.  Arline and Melina were in stitches.  
     Unbeknownst to Arline and Melina, the soap on my 
eyes eventually dripped off and then, accidently at 
first, my eyes opened.  For the first time, I could 
keep them open.  I was still standing facing Melina and 
I got an exceptionally good look at her standing there 
with her legs spread wide apart, for balance.  She was 
available to fully view.  My mouth flew open, my eyes 
grew wider than my mouth did, and I stopped struggling, 
frozen, for a few seconds while I took in all that 
there was to see.  To my surprise, Arline was now nude 
as well, and there was even more to see there.  I just 
kept on looking from one to the other and back.  
     For some reason they looked much more beautiful 
than when they were dressed.  At least to me they did.  
I could see that Arline had ample breasts, they were 
pale, perky, had brown cones near the ends and large 
round points at the tips.  Above the place where her 
legs joined, there was a triangle of dense, curly, 
black hair that went up nearly to her navel.  Her hand 
was poised between her legs, and to my surprise, it 
looked like her finger had disappeared somewhere deep 
inside the black hair.  
     Melina had small, almost indiscernible, milky 
white breasts with smaller, light tan centers and small 
tan tips.  Above the triangle where her legs joined, 
there was a small pale triangular mound, ending in kind 
of a cleft at the bottom.  Beneath this, some pink skin 
was hanging out.  She had practically no hair 
downstairs except for two lines, one on either side of 
the cleft.  
     It was obvious that I had taken them both by 
surprise, because for a while neither one of them could 
react.  Then they both pulled me in opposite 
directions, and I fell to my knees.  Fortunately, I 
slipped out of both of their grasps when that happened 
or I would be a eunuch today.  
     Arline recovered first.  She grabbed my arms, and 
pulled me over the edge of the bathtub.  Melina then 
grabbed the back scrubber and smacked me mercilessly on 
my ass, five times, without stopping.  This was the 
most pain I had ever endured.  The pain radiated from 
my ass and just kept going in all directions.  It felt 
like someone had poured red-hot charcoal on my butt.  I 
started crying, but I did it quietly, to avoid angering 
them any further.  
     Once again, I began weighing whether the peek I 
had gotten was worth the price I had paid.  This time, 
I decided that it definitely was.  The pain would go 
away, but the memory of the vista I beheld would live 
on forever.  
     Arline wrapped a towel around my face in a manner 
that prevented my being able to see any more.  "Bath 
time's over" she said in a harsh, angry whisper.  
     Mortified and still stinging from the brushing, I 
spent most of the rest of that day in my room.  At the 
meal table, I did not look up from my plate for fear 
that my eyes would meet theirs.  
     Nothing much happened during the rest of the day 
except, when I went to the bathroom I was unable to 
close the door.  It appeared to be jammed open.  When I 
went to go pee, I noticed that there were several 
scratch marks on my penis.  Light scabs had formed over 
some of the ones on my dick head, and the head appeared 
redder than usual.  It was still aching somewhat, 
though the pain was not nearly as great as it had been 
that morning.  My ball sack was also scratched up.  It 
too had a few light scabs on it, and was also still 
sore.  
     I looked up and there was Arline.  "I just cleaned 
the toilet."  She said.  "I don't want you to dirty it, 
so pee in here."  She handed me a jar.  I thought it 
strange, but I did what she had asked.  
     It was obvious that I was having trouble peeing 
with her looking at me but Arline continued staring at 
me anyway.  
     Following that, she left with the jar.  I looked 
at my butt in the full-length mirror in the bathroom, 
and there were ten swollen red lines, which stood out 
clearly, across my white ass.  When I touched them, 
they burned in a manner reminiscent of the way they 
had, when I first received the lashings.  
     Shortly after dinner, that night, Arline sent both 
Melina and me to bed, and she soon followed.  I was 
exhausted, after being woken up so early that morning, 
and I closed my eyes attempting to go to sleep.  Try as 
I may though, I was unable to find a comfortable 
position, due to the painful injuries that had been 
inflicted upon me that day.  I spent the night tossing 
and turning, though I did it gently.  I found myself 
awake far into the morning.  I don't think I actually 
fell asleep at all that night.   


          End Part 02/56 Continued in part 03/56

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 01/56
Summary: The main character is humiliated and 
diciplined by his stepmother (Arline) and his 
stepsister (Melina.)  He learns about recycling. 
Some new things are added to his menu.
Keywords: b,g,F/b,f/b,exhib,sad,viol,cbt,humil,anal,
scat,ws,copr


                        Boner Fide.  

     The next day, Arline woke Melina and me up at four 
in the morning again, and ordered us into the shower 
again.  She directed us to strip again, and once again, 
I was wearing my pajamas, having forgotten about what 
had occurred the prior day.  Once again, I was naked 
and cold before Melina had even begun to remove most of 
her bedclothes.  
     Arline instructed me to get on my knees, and to 
lean over the edge of the bathtub.  The the tub was
hard and cold on my naked body and knees.  Melina, 
who was still mostly dressed, picked up the back 
scrubber.  With that, silent tears started to flow from 
my eyes and down my cheeks as I remembered the agonizing 
events of the day before.  
     Instead of striking me however, Melina rubbed soap 
onto the bristles on the end of the brush and then 
dripped some soapy water onto my asshole.  For a 
moment, I was relieved to think that at least for the 
time being, I was apparently not going to receive a 
thrashing.  
     I began to settle down; I eased up, and stopped 
crying, my muscles relaxed.  Then without warning, 
Melina forcibly stuck the handle of the back scrubber 
deep into my butt hole.  The handle was made of wood, 
was completely dry, and was of a substantial size.  It 
stretched my back door to its limit.  I can't describe 
the pain it caused.  
     You've probably never had a thick, dry, wooden 
brush handle thrust into you, without lubrication.  So 
it's likely you have no idea how painful it is.  Try it 
if you don't believe me.  Suffice it to say, I hollered 
when it happened, I stiffened up, and started crying 
again.  Melina and Arline both started laughing 
hysterically.  "Go ahead and scream." they said in what 
sounded like harmony.  
     Arline handed me a blindfold, and ordered me to 
put it on.  When I did, it completely obscured my 
vision.  This really scared me because after that, I 
had no way to know what they might be preparing for me.  
Then, I found out.  Both of them began spanking my butt 
as hard as they could.  They each took the cheek 
nearest to them and began walloping away.  I started 
bawling loudly, and Arline said to me in a menacing 
voice, "I have a headache, you'd better stop making 
noise, or else."  I stopped the yelling, but the tears 
continued, and so did the battering.  Finally, Melina 
said "My hand hurts." and they both stopped spanking 
me.  Arline told Melina to remove the rest of her 
clothing and as near as I could determine based on what 
I was hearing, she did.  
     Next, both of them started lightly stroking my ass 
cheeks and my loins with their fingertips.  It tickled.  
I found it comforting after the beating that I had 
received just prior to that.  I could feel my asshole 
tightening on the stick when they did it.  Also, I 
didn't know why, but my penis began feeling strange 
again as if it was trying to stand up straight.  I had 
no idea why this was happening, but it too felt sort of 
nice.  It was embarrassing however, and I'm sure my 
face turned very red.  They continued this for a while, 
and I stopped crying.  Eventually however, they 
stopped.  
        


                 No Ifs Ands Or Butts.  

     The handle of the brush was still up my butt, and 
one of them grabbed it and started moving it forward 
and back, left and right and around and around.  
Because I was wearing the blindfold, I had no way to 
tell whom it was.  It hurt a great deal and 
reflexively, by butt cheeks squeezed tightly around it, 
which made it even more painful.  
     Next, whoever it was began pulling it out and 
pushing it back in, repeatedly.  This hurt terribly, 
and at that point, I began to worry that I might get 
splinters.  I wondered how I was ever going to get 
splinters out of my asshole.  Then I remembered Arline 
was a nurse.  Surely she would know how to remove them.  
     Nevertheless silent tears began rolling down my 
cheeks again.  Whoever it was continued by working the 
stick in and out, and eventually, the pain eased up.  
Soon the motion caused me to feel like I had to take a 
shit.  I tried holding back, but the in-out motion was 
making it impossible to resist.  Try as I may, the 
motion caused involuntary muscles to react, and the 
inevitable happened.  When whoever it was, pulled the 
stick all the way out, out came a matching set of large 
turds, right into the bathtub.  Melina didn't react 
even though she was standing next to me.  
     Arline spoke next.  "You're going to learn how to 
recycle now."  She said, "Stick your tongue out."  I 
was still wearing the blindfold, but my nose perceived 
what was happening.  I resisted.  "Stick out your 
tongue" she said again, this time she spoke more 
loudly.  I resisted again.  "Stick out your tongue, or 
I'll have to discipline you" she said, this time it was 
more of a raspy whisper.  She sounded menacing, but I 
continued to resist.  "Thwack" something came down on 
my butt causing searing pain.  
     "No."  I yelled.  
     "Thwack."  
     "No."  I screamed.  
     "Thwack."  
     "No."  
     "Thwack."  
     "All right!"  Out came my tongue.  It was easy to 
guess what that fowl smelling, bitter, slimy, putrid, 
flavor was.  I began to puke.  
     "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" said Melina.  She was still 
standing next to me in the shower.  
     "Thwack, thwack, thwack."  "Don't ever do that 
again" said Arline.  The pain was convincing.  I stuck 
out my tongue, and tasted the pungent, yucky, 
disgusting product again.  "Now lick it clean," she 
said.  
     It was all I could do to recover from those first 
tastes, and now she wanted me to feast upon it.  I was 
about to resist, but I realized that I was not going to 
win that battle.  I figured that she would continue to 
flail me until I did what she wanted.  I reasoned that 
it was after all my own shit, (I hoped) so it likely 
wasn't too toxic.  
     "Well?"  She said.  
     Out came my tongue, and I began to lick the 
repulsive, revolting, vile product from the stick, 
gagging all the while, but not puking.  It took quite 
some time for me to clean the stick to Arline's 
satisfaction because being blindfolded; I was unable to 
see what I was doing.  But in the end, Arline was 
apparently satisfied, and she stopped beating me.  
     After that, Arline told me to stand up, and told 
Melina to turn on the water.  Melina turned it up extra 
hot as she had before.  Then Arline handed us both soap 
and a scrubber brush, and told us to "disinfect" 
ourselves.  I could hear Melina scrubbing away, and I 
began to cleanse myself.  I must have done a better job 
that day, because Arline didn't criticize me.  
     When I got to my penis however, though I tried to 
look like I was doing a good job, Arline obviously 
wasn't satisfied.  Instead of telling me that she 
didn't like the job I was doing, she said "One can't 
really be expected to scrub one's own back well."  She 
grabbed the brush, but instead of telling me to turn 
around, she grabbed my cock and started scrubbing it 
rigorously.  If I had been a wall she was scrubbing 
with that brush, she would have removed the paint from 
it.  She might as well have been using a wire brush on 
me; it felt like she was burning me with a blowtorch.  
     "Owww" I yelled.  "Quiet," she said, "this has to 
be completely cleaned."  She scrubbed and scrubbed.  
Top, bottom, the sides, then the head, all of which she 
did with unrelenting vigor and, it seemed to me, 
malice.  
     Then she grabbed my balls in a vise like grip and 
did my sensitive scrotal sack.  This she scrubbed 
mercilessly, pounding it so hard with the brush that I 
thought my balls would burst.  I was sure she was going 
to scar my genitals for life.  When she finally did my 
back, she scraped it with such intensity; I figured 
there would be blood.  I was surprised that it did not 
seem to hurt so much.  I guess it was because my 
genitalia were throbbing from the abuse to such a 
degree, that I really didn't notice the pain of the 
rasping on my back.  
     Arline then told Melina to turn off the water, 
which she did promptly.  I heard the sound of a towel 
being furled around Melina and waited for the warmth of 
one to be placed on me.  That did not happen.  Instead, 
Arline opened the door and let cold air from the 
hallway rush in to the bathroom.  
     I went from blazing, sweaty hot to freezing, icy 
cold in about thirty seconds.  Before long, I was 
shivering and goose bumps the size of the Rocky 
Mountains soon covered me.  "May I leave, Mother dear?" 
asked Melina, "Yes daughter, darling" sang Arline.  
"May I leave, mother dear?"  I asked hopefully.  "No, 
mongrel." she uttered.  I could hear Melina's laughter 
echoing down the hall.  Arline kept me there, wet and 
shivering until I air dried.  
     After the bath, Arline led me to my room, still 
blindfolded.  "Wait for me here" she said.  
     When she returned, she removed the blindfold I had 
been wearing, and I looked up to see her and Melina 
standing there.  Arline was wearing a black leather 
outfit so tight I could see the tips of her nipples 
protruding through the leather.  Her breasts seemed to 
be trying to burst out of their confinement.  In the cor-
ner where her legs joined, there was a small lump.  
Hanging from her side, was what appeared to be a 
leather covered stick about two and a half feet long 
and about a quarter inch wide.  In addition, she was 
wearing a black mask, like the one the Lone Ranger 
wore, only made out of leather.  
     Melina was wearing an identical outfit, except 
smaller of course, her tits didn't bulge out at all, 
the way Arline's did, but her small nipples did, and 
the above the spot where her legs joined there was a 
distinct furrow.  
     Arline handed me what looked like a leather 
blindfold.  It had a black triangular patch with three 
leather strings.  "Put this on" she said.  
     I fumbled with it, trying to get it to fit over my 
face.  I looked up questioningly at Arline.  "Idiot" 
she said, tearing it from my hands with a viciousness 
that made my fingers numb.  "Spread your legs." she 
said.  
     I still was not comfortable standing nude in front 
of them, especially with my legs spread apart, so I 
resisted at first, but one look from Arline and I 
spread my legs apart far enough to drive an eighteen-
wheeler through.  
     Arline then connected two of the strings around my 
waist tightly.  She pulled the third string between my 
legs and connected it tightly to the first two, behind 
my back.  My penis had been standing straight out.  The 
black patch, bent it uncomfortably in half and the 
third string bit into the crack of my ass.  
     I looked in the mirror; it looked like I was 
wearing the bottom part of a bikini.  Arline then 
handed me what looked like a small belt with sharp 
studs sticking out.  It was too short to go around my 
waist, so I figured it had to go around my neck.  I 
started to put it on, and looked up to see that Arline 
was nodding approvingly.  
     "What shall we do now Mother?" asked Melina.  The 
mocking tone in her voice suggested that she already 
knew the answer.  
     "Let's go have breakfast," sang Arline in a 
similar tone.  
     They led me to the kitchen.  Melina sat down.  
Arline sat down.  I took a seat.  "Who said you could 
sit down?"  Asked Arline.  I stood up.  
     "Bend over" said Arline.  I was scared, but I did 
as she said.  
     Arline pulled the switch from her side, and then 
brought it across my bare ass two times using full 
swings.  It landed with a sickening "crack."  
     "Yow" I screamed.  That really hurt.  Somehow, 
despite it being so thin, it hurt significantly more 
than whatever they had been using in the shower.  
Ripples of pain climbed over my body like a tidal wave.  
I got nauseous, and started gagging, but one look from 
Arline, and I stifled the puke.  "You may now return to 
attention," said Arline.  
     Arline went to the counter threw some bread into 
the toaster and started cracking eggs into a bowl.  
Tears were forming in my eyes, but I did not say 
anything.  I simply watched Arline's every move with 
blurry vision.  As she scrambled the eggs, I identified 
with them.  I knew how the eggs felt, being broken and 
mixed up myself.  She placed a frying pan over one of 
the burners on the stove and added some butter.  When 
it had heated up sufficiently, she poured in the eggs.  
They made a shushing sound as she fried them.  Having 
not gotten any sleep the night before, I was fried too.  
     I remembered when my mother would cook eggs, back 
when she was alive.  It was a fond memory because it 
let to breakfast, which was a good time for our family.  
At first, remembering back to those days relaxed me and 
I calmed down somewhat.  But then, more tears fell when 
I realized that those days were gone now, probably 
forever.  
     Next Arline removed most of the eggs from the pan 
and placed them on two plates along with some toast, 
then she added something to the remaining eggs, folded 
them over, omelet style, and put them on a third plate 
along with some toast.  She placed the first two plates 
by her spot and Melina's, and placed the third plate 
(with the omelet) on the table in front of me.  
     I was hungry.  I hadn't eaten much the prior day, 
so I grabbed my fork ready for my breakfast.  Arline 
smiled an evil smile and passed me the salt.  Melina 
was smiling too.  They both looked at me, staring.  
I wondered what the joke was.  I spilled some salt onto 
the eggs, and took a forkful.  Something dark was 
oozing out of the eggs, but I was too hungry to care.  
I took the forkful and popped it into my mouth.  
Raucous laughter filled the room and I realized that I 
had taken my first bite ever, of a shit omelet.  I spit 
it onto the plate retching.  
     "Eat it," said Arline.  She started tapping the 
end of the switch onto her hand, wearing that frown of 
hers.  I put some more salt on it, picked it up and 
swallowed that first bite again.  The salt hadn't 
improved the flavor any.  I finished the omelet, though 
in the end, it took many swats from Arline's lash to 
persuade me.  
     Arline then went to the refrigerator and took out 
a glass of something yellow.  I hoped at first that it 
was lemonade, but the color seemed off.  My fears were 
confirmed when I took a sniff of the contents of the 
glass.  As I had deduced, it was urine.  "It's better 
chilled" she said with an evil smile.  Suddenly I 
recognized it to be the glass she had used in the 
bathtub.  I looked up pleadingly at Arline.  She stared 
down impassively at me, and tapped the end of the 
switch on her free hand again.  I took a small sip and 
it was terrible.  I started heaving again, and Arline 
said "You may as well get used to it."  I took another 
sip, and puked.  Melina was sitting right next to us.  
"Ewwwwwwwwwwww." She said.  
     Arline grabbed me, sat down and threw me over her 
knee.  I could smell the leather of her outfit, and for 
a moment, it sort of gave me a brief thrill.  But then 
Arline held me down and spread my ass cheeks wide 
apart.  Melina removed her own lash and aiming it slowly 
and deliberately, she slammed it down savagely, three 
times landing it squarely in the crack of my ass.  O h    
m y    G o d.  
     The thin cord, which secured the G-string I was 
wearing, did nothing to lessen the blows.  These were 
the most painful shots yet.  I screamed louder than I 
had done before.  I brought my hand to my butt hole and 
then looked at the moisture.  I was bleeding.  
     Arline let me loose.  I looked up at her.  She 
seemed just the slightest bit sorry at first, then her 
face hardened, the frown returned to her lips, and she 
pointed to the glass.  I drank it quickly, and then ran 
off, retching, all the way to my room.  
     I'm not sure why, but for some reason, when lunch 
came, I wasn't hungry.  I stayed in my room.  
     I lay there on my bed most of the day.  My butt 
hole was really sore, so I just lay on my stomach 
trying to relax as much as I could, what with my butt 
and my genitals stinging and all.  
     Something kept echoing persistently in my head.  
What had Arline meant by "You may as well get used to 
it."  I was afraid that I did know what she meant, but 
I couldn't believe she would actually be trying to 
poison me.  That is what I expected would happen.  What 
had I done to her to make her be so mean to me?  
     Later that day, I snuck out of my room to get a 
drink of water.  Melina heard me in the bathroom.  I 
had tried to lock the door, but Arline had disabled the 
lock.  Melina burst into the bathroom, and grabbed the 
glass of water from my hands.  She was still wearing 
her leather outfit.  I was still wearing the thong.  
She stared down at the patch of black I was wearing and 
checked out the bulge, which had formed.  
     She emptied the glass and said "I'll take care of 
this for you.  Get out, and don't open the door."  Then 
she walked into the bathroom and came out a minute 
later with the glass half-full of liquid.  It was dark 
in the hallway, and I couldn't tell what was in the 
glass.  I was cautious, and smelled its contents.  As I 
thought, it was piss, and it was still warm.  
     I handed back the glass, "Thanks anyway," I said, 
and I wandered off.  
     "Okay," she said.  "Go thirsty if you want.  
You'll have to drink eventually."  
     I went into the kitchen,  Arline was there, 
reading.  "What do you want?"  She asked.  
     "May I please have something to drink?"  I asked.  
     "Sure" she said, and pointed to a pitcher of 
yellow liquid.  "Help yourself."  
     I ran crying to my room.  
     When dinnertime arrived, I went into the kitchen, 
hopeful for a reprieve.  There were only two chairs at 
the table.  I understood that there was no chair for 
me, so I remained standing.  Arline served TV dinners.  
Arline got a Mexican dinner.  Melina got fried chicken.  
I got green beans and corn.  The main section contained 
a  small piece of meatloaf and what proved to be baked 
shit from that morning's shower.  I felt sick.  
     I started to walk out of the kitchen, but Arline 
said "We eat our dinners as a family in this house."  I 
decided I would just stand at my place, but Arline said 
"What's the matter?  Don't you like my cooking?  I'll 
be insulted if you don't finish your tray."  I picked 
up a fork and started eating the part of the tray that 
was actually food.  Arline and Melina continued eating 
and when their trays were finished, they began staring 
at me.  I ate the corn, which was in another section.  
They continued watching.  I ate the third section, 
which contained green beans.  I hated green beans, but 
I wanted to appear to be enjoying my meal and I didn't 
want to have to eat the excrement.  
     Then Arline began tapping the switch against her 
hand.  I took a bite of what was remaining on my tray.  
Melina and Arline had finished their trays, but I still 
had a good bit of what had originally been on my tray.  
In fact, I had only eaten that part of the entr�e 
section that was actually meatloaf, and they knew it.  
Arline began tapping the switch on her free hand again, 
and she started looking scary, Melina was smiling 
wickedly.  Slowly, I began to finish off the rest of 
the tray.  It was awful, bitter, disgusting and it 
stuck to my tongue and roof of my mouth.  When I had 
finished every morsel on my tray, Arline handed me a 
glass of liquid.  
     That was too much to bear.  I began throwing up 
uncontrollably.  Arline and Melina beat me soundly.  
Then they gave me some paper towels and made me clean 
up the whole mess, including the dishes.  An hour 
later, I staggered into my bedroom and looked in the 
mirror.  The lashes on my butt were too numerous to 
count.  They stood out starkly, red and swollen.  In 
spots, they were covered with scabs.  
     Once again, I got very little sleep that night.  I 
just lay around on my stomach most of the night.  
Moments after I finally fell asleep, Arline woke me up.  
It was four in the morning.  


            End Part 03/56 Continued in part 04/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 04/56
Summary: The main character is bound, gagged  
and disciplined.   The new memu continues.  Our
hero is introduced to a new health procedure.  
He learns more about water sports, and recycling.
Keywords: b,g,exhib,sad,viol,Fdom,cbt,humil,ht,bd
scat,copr


           The Enemy Of My Enema Is My Friend.  

     We assembled in the shower.  I was pleased with 
myself, because I had remembered to dress heavily, the 
night before.  There I stood, toe to toe with Melina.  
I was sweating like a gin and tonic in a steam bath, 
from wearing several pairs of pajamas, several pairs of 
socks, and a nightcap.  Arline looked at me as if I had 
two heads.  She was obviously not impressed, and 
ordered me to remove all of the clothing, 
"immediately."  She did not ask Melina to remove hers 
at all.  
     Moments later, I was standing naked in the shower 
again, and Melina still had all of her clothing on, as 
usual.  She told Melina to get out of the shower, and 
then ordered me to get on my knees, with my hands on 
the floor of the shower.  I was kneeling in an 
embarrassing and uncomfortable position, with my balls 
hanging down and my ass cheeks spread apart.  Arline 
took a hose out of the bag she usually carried to the 
shower.  A rubber, hot water bottle was connected the 
hose.  She hung the hot water bottle on the shower 
curtain rod.  Then she wet a bar of soap, and rubbed it 
on my butt hole.  
     With that, she shoved a plastic tube, which was at 
the other end of the hose, violently into my asshole, 
and released a clip on the tube.  I could feel warm 
water flowing into my butt.  "Take a deep breath," she 
ordered.  "Again" she said.  The warm water continued 
to flow and she continued, instructing me to breathe 
deeply.  After the bottle emptied, she put a five-
gallon plastic bucket into the bathtub and told me to 
sit on it and "Hold it in" she said.  
     "For how long" I asked.  
     "Forever" she answered, and pulled out a 
stopwatch.  
     I sat there, breathing and squeezing, for as long 
as I could.  Eventually, stuff began leaking out.  
Slowly, at first, just a few drops at a time, then, 
unable to control myself any longer, a rush of gooey 
brown water came out.  Arline hit the stopwatch.  "Not 
long enough" she said sternly.  
     Arline continued to have me sit on the bucket as 
the rest of the contents of my colon evacuated.  Then 
she put a top on the bucket and removed it from the 
bathtub.  
     Melina was dressed, sitting on top of the toilet 
bowl, suggestively waving her hand by her nose to 
relieve the smell, so Arline turned on the ventilator 
fan.  
     Arline put the blindfold on me, and then she had 
Melina strip and turn on the water.  When I started to 
pee, I could feel Arline directing the spray into a 
vessel of some sort.  The shower continued much the 
same way it had on the previous days, except that for 
the first time ever, Arline had me scrub Melina's back.  
I really couldn't see what I was doing because (Duh) I 
was blindfolded, but I could tell I was doing Melina's 
back harder than she was really used to, by the way in 
which she was arching herself when I did it.  
     Causing Melina pain while washing her, made me 
feel vindicated.  As I got close to Melina's ass, I 
grew hopeful that I might cop a feel, but Arline 
stopped me before I got there.  Then Arline told Melina 
to "sterilize" my entire body, and as far as I could 
tell, she did.  Front, back, top, bottom, left, right, 
outside and then, inside (Ouch).  
     Once again, Arline gave Melina a bath towel, and I 
had to air dry.  After I dried, Arline led me to my 
room, and removed the blindfold.  She handed me the G-
String and had me put it on.  Then she buckled a thick, 
stiff, leather belt tightly to my waist.  Connected to 
that belt over my hips, were leather handcuffs.  When 
she buckled my wrists into the cuffs, I found that I 
was unable to move my arms from my sides.  
     Next, she put on the studded collar.  This time 
she clipped a steel chain link leash to the collar.  
When Arline led me around by it, I found that I was 
obliged to go wherever she led me.  
     "Let's go have breakfast," said Arline.  She led 
me by the leash into the kitchen, and connected the 
leash to a hitch near the center of the table.  I found 
that the leash was only long enough to allow me to 
stand up if I bent over a little.  
     Melina had cooked breakfast.  I noticed my oatmeal 
was darker than the other servings, and for a moment I 
imagined it had brown sugar and cinnamon on it.  Then I 
began to gag a little bit when I realized what the 
source of the color actually was.  
     I couldn't eat my cereal with the cuffs on so I 
had to wait until Arline and Melina finished their 
breakfasts.  I hoped they might forget about me, but no 
such luck.  When they were ready, Melina gently took a 
spoon of the abhorrent gruel and carefully placed it by 
my nose as one would a child.  I didn't open my mouth.  
Melina was obliged to squeeze my cheeks together like a 
dog, to compel me to open up my mouth.  It worked, and 
Melina placed the spoon into my mouth and then withdrew 
it, neatly drawing the edge of the spoon across my 
lips, like one does for a baby, to pick up the 
spillage.  
     I spit the foul smelling porridge out, into the 
bowl.  Arline pulled the switch off her belt, and began 
tapping it against her hand.  Melina tried to feed me 
another spoonful, but I wouldn't open my mouth.  Arline 
grabbed the leash, and pulled it all the way down.  
Then she hitched it to the far side of the table.  
     I couldn't stop what was to happen next.  Arline 
had my arms helplessly bound up with the cuffs and my 
body bent over the table with the leash.  My butt was 
standing out, over the edge of the table, in the air; a 
sitting duck.  Two lightning strikes later, I was in 
agony.  The torment seemed even worse with my hands 
helplessly tied to my hips.  I screamed.  "Go ahead and 
scream."  Arline reminded me.  I looked up at the lash, 
then down at the bowl, then pleadingly at Arline.  Then 
I opened my mouth, and Melina fed me the rest of the 
bowl, without incident.  
     Melina offered me a drink, but I wasn't going to 
drink my own urine unless I had to.  "You're going to 
get thirsty eventually," she said.  
     "Maybe so" I thought to myself, "But not today."  
I was going to delay it as long as I could.  
     Arline unhitched the leash and then led me to a 
spot in the living room where there was a 2-inch high 
board on the floor.  She made me step onto the board, 
and then she stood on a chair and hitched the leash to 
a spot high on the wall above the board.  There was no 
slack in the leash.  She said "step off of the board."  
When I did, I found that the leash was too tight to 
allow me to stand on the carpet unless I was on tippy 
toes.  If I wasn't, the collar around my throat dug 
uncomfortably into my neck, and pretty much stopped the 
air from getting through.  
     Arline took out a stopwatch and hit the start 
button.  "I'll be back," she sang.  With that, she 
left.  This was frightening.  I wondered if I was going 
to choke to death.  I held the position with my heels 
off the floor, and soon my toes, feet, calves and ass 
muscles started getting tired.  I tried lowering my 
heels, but the stiff collar bit into my flesh.  Still 
cuffed at my sides, my hands were unable to help me.  
     "Arline" I cried, "Let me go, I'm choking."  
     Arline came inside, looked at me, then looked at 
her watch, and then she walked out of the room without 
a word.  
     My toes, feet, calves and especially my ass 
muscles were becoming excruciatingly painful.  I began 
to falter.  My ability to keep my heels up was waning.  
Slowly they began dropping to the floor.  "Please 
Arline" I said.  My voice was beginning to sound 
strained.  Arline came in, looked at the stopwatch, and 
then brought the board over to my feet.  
     "All right, pick up your feet," she said.  
     I picked up first one foot then the next and she 
placed the board under them.  After I got up onto the 
board, Arline unhooked the leash, and let me down.  My 
lower half ached from my ass to the tips of my toe 
nails.  I was barely able to walk to my room as she led 
me back.  I lay on my bed and let the blood return to 
my legs.  
     Arline soon came into my room, and said 
"lunchtime" in a merry singsongy voice.  I had a good 
idea what to expect, but I went anyway.  I was quite 
hungry by then.  My legs still ached from my having 
been strung up in the living room.  
     The meals were served when I got to the kitchen,.  
There were sandwiches, on some kind of whole wheat.  
Arline let one of my arms out of its cuff.  I picked up 
the sandwich in front of me and sniffed at its 
contents.  As I had expected, it was a shit sandwich, 
with mustard.  
     Arline was sitting across from me with the switch 
on the table.  She stared at me, and then began rolling 
the lash back and forth.  "What's the matter, don't you 
like sandwiches?" she asked sneeringly.  
     I'm sorry" I said, "I don't like whole wheat" I 
answered sarcastically.  
     Arline smiled wickedly.  "Well, aren't we the 
connoisseur." she said wryly.  
     She began rolling the switch on the table again.  
     I decided not to mock her any further, and I took 
a bite.  The taste hadn't gotten any better than it had 
been for breakfast, but it didn't make me heave as much 
as it had previously.  It did however, get caught in my 
throat.  
     When I looked around the table, the only thing to 
drink was the usual glass of yellow liquid.  I was 
certain I knew what it was; nevertheless, I grabbed it 
and washed the mouthful of sandwich down with it.  
     I was right about it being piss, and I began 
gagging for a second, but I held everything down, and 
Arline looked pleased.  I didn't get that look from her 
often.   
     "Well," I said, "at least the bread is high in 
fiber.  That makes it health food, right?"  
     I continued eating lunch and eventually finished 
the meal and the beverage, pretty much without 
incident.  
     "Do you want seconds?"  Arline asked.  Melina 
laughed for a second, but after one look from Arline, 
she stopped.  
     "I've had sufficient?"  I answered raising my 
voice in a questioning pitch at the end.  
     "Don't you want desert?"  Arline asked.  She had 
one of those looks.  
     "No thank you?"  I said unsure of myself.  
     "I insist."  Said Arline.  
     With that, she went to the refrigerator and 
removed a bowl.  She set it in front of my place.  It 
contained a turd with a line of canned whip cream on 
top.  I grabbed the spoon from in front of me and took 
a bite.  I liked the sandwich better, but the whipped 
cream itself was excellent.  I indicated to Arline that 
I really wasn't hungry, but it did not look like Arline 
was going to take "no" for an answer.  I finished it 
hoping that at least it was my own turd, but I was not 
sure.  It tasted different from the stuff I had eaten 
earlier.  "Oh my God," I thought, "I really was becoming 
a connoisseur."  
     Later that day, I tried going to the bathroom for 
some water.  Melina cut me off.(Not literally.)  "I just 
want something to drink."  I said innocently.  "Don't 
come in" Melina said.  Then she went into the bathroom, 
and come out a minute later with a glass of something.  
"That's Okay," I said, "I'm not thirsty anymore."  I went 
back into my bedroom.  
     A few moments later, I snuck into the bathroom, 
and took my first unsupervised piss in days.  I let it 
all out, into the toilet bowl and flushed before anyone 
noticed, or so I thought.  
     For dinner that night Melina had made stew.  My 
wrists were both cuffed to the belt, and the leash had 
been shackled close to the table.  I had to wait for 
them to finish eating before they served my dinner.  
     Before serving me my bowl, Melina stirred 
something into the stew.  I knew what was happening.  
She stuck the bowl in front of my spot, and then she 
withdrew a spoonful of the stew and held it to my lips.  
I opened my mouth, took in the spoonful, and then 
swallowed with difficulty.  The aroma and taste of 
excrement was stronger than usual.  I wondered if there 
was actually any stew in the bowl at all.  
     Melina gave me a bite of the biscuit, which was 
floating in the stew.  It tasted okay.  Then she gave 
me another spoonful of the stew.  I took it into my 
mouth and started chewing.  A minute later, I was still 
chewing the same bite.  
     Melina then grabbed the glass of liquid, and 
brought it up to my lips.  Suddenly, I recognized the 
glass, as the one she had taken into the bathroom with 
her.  This time, I was sure that it wasn't my urine, 
but was hers.  I wasn't going to drink someone else's 
urine knowingly, so I pursed my lips.  
     Arline had been watching us with great atten-
tiveness, and she began to roll the switch on the 
table again.  I didn't care what she did.  I wasn't 
going to drink someone else's piss.  She came behind me 
and smacked the lash forcefully against my ass.  I 
screamed, and then closed my mouth again.  Again she 
struck.  I remained resolute.  She waited a second, and 
then struck again.  I stayed adamant.  I lost count of 
the number of times she beat me.  
     I was hungry, and I was thirsty.  I was even ready 
to eat the supper, which they had prepared for me.  But 
I wasn't going to drink someone else's pee.  That was 
that.  
     "Okay, that does it," said Arline.  
     Arline unhitched the leash from the table, and led 
me to my room then she threw me onto the bed.  She did 
not remove my wrists from the cuffs.  She rolled me 
onto my back, and held me down.  Melina came into the 
room.  She was carrying the glass of urine, and a large 
funnel.  Melina kneeled down on the bed such that my 
head was between her knees making me unable to move my 
head.  She squeezed my cheeks into my teeth, forcing me 
to open my mouth, then, she stuck in the funnel.  
     The funnel went deep into my mouth, and I was 
unable to dislodge it.  
     Melina held my nose closed, and then began to pour 
the urine into the funnel, a little at a time.       
     Try as I may, I could not resist the urine, which 
flooded into my mouth.  With my nostrils closed, it was 
only seconds before I had to swallow the piss in order 
to breathe.  I heaved several times, but it wasn't long 
before I had consumed the entire glass.  
     "Okay" Arline said, "No dinner for you tonight."  
     She turned the lights out and left me with my 
wrists bound, in bed for the rest of the night.  Thanks 
to the beating I had received that night, I got no 
sleep before the next morning arrived.   



                    A Running Gag.  
     Life continued much the same for the next few 
days.  Early mornings, hot showers, and scouring, 
(which I was getting used to) blindfold, handcuffs, 
leash, excrement and urine, (which I was also getting 
used to) caning, etc.  In addition, Arline added a new 
toy to our routine.  It was a hard rubber ball about an 
inch and a half in diameter, which she stuck into my 
mouth and secured with a strap behind my head.  Once 
inserted, I couldn't remove it.  (Well I could have, if 
my hands had been free.)  It wasn't so bad except it 
caused me to drool constantly, and made it impossible 
to talk.  I was unable to object verbally to anything 
Arline wanted me to do, except to say "Uhhah, uhhahuh." 
and the like.
     The girls cooked a wide variety of menu 
selections.  All of the selections for me contained 
that essential ingredient, but were usually the same 
entrees that they were eating.  As near as I could 
determine they were good cooks, who prepared healthy 
menus.  I was getting used to that added ingredient and 
had actually begun to enjoy the food that they were 
cooking.  I even managed to tolerate the nectar that I 
was now getting all the time.  It tasted a little bit 
like liquid pretzels.  Whoever's it was, it apparently 
wasn't killing me.  
     One day, the enemas stopped.  After a few days, I 
began to wonder where they were getting that special 
component that they were still using in all my entrees.  
Whenever I would wonder that, I would drive the 
encroaching reality of what I was eating from my mind 
by closing my eyes, shaking my head back and forth, 
really hard, and thinking about all the things I was 
going to tell my father, when he got home.  
     After lunch, Arline began "training" me in a new 
"exercise" as she called it.  First, she inserted my 
ball gag, then, she stood me on the two-inch tall board 
in the living room.  Next, she tied a string around my 
balls.  She tied the other end of the string to the 
hook, high on the wall, to which she had originally 
attached my leash.  She made the string tight leaving 
no slack, and pulling uncomfortably on my scrotum.  
Then, as she had the other time, she made me get off 
the board.  I was obliged to remain on my tippy toes to 
prevent having the string tear my nuts off.  
     She would punch the stopwatch and she began to 
leave me there for ever-increasing periods of time.  
First, I would get cramps in my muscles.  Then 
eventually, my muscles would tire and first my toes 
would falter, then my calves, then eventually my leg 
and ass muscles would fail, leaving all of my muscles 
in intense pain and my balls blue and stretched.  
Eventually she would release me.  Following this 
exercise, it was common for my balls to hang down to 
my knees.  
     After this exercise, Arline would lead me almost 
crippled to my room and I would lie on my bed until 
dinner.
     One morning after having both of us cleanse, I 
heard Melina saying "I don't see why I have to do 
this".  Arline answered her only with "Take deep 
breaths" then "now hold it".  Even though I was 
blindfolded, I figured out what was happening.  A 
minute or so later I felt an enema tube being inserted 
into my rectum, the water began to flow, and Arline 
said "Take deep breaths".  Then "Now hold it."  Then 
Arline said "Whoever loses it first, gets another 
scouring."  
     Melina said "But Mother, this is unfair.  Why did 
I have to go first?"  
     "Because you're better at it."  Arline answered.  
I didn't want another scrubbing, I was already sore.  
So I did my best to hold it in.  
     Melina and I both sat there, breathing deeply, 
squeezing and grunting until at last, Melina cut loose.  
The room filled up with the characteristic aroma.  Then 
I let go.  Arline turned on the ventilation fan.  Then 
I heard her scouring Melina. 
     Melina was not very nice to me that day.  She was 
never nice to me anyway, but that day she was 
especially callous.  No love lost, I thought, so I 
didn't care.  In fact, I was glad.  
     Later we had breakfast.  Open faced sandwiches on 
toast.  I reckoned that Arline had probably buttered my 
toast with Melina's feces, but I was rather used to it 
by then.  It tasted a little bit like bitter peanut 
butter and was the only breakfast I was going to get.  
Besides that, Arline was sitting there rolling the lash 
on the table, so I ate it.  
     After lunch, Arline and Melina came into my room 
dressed in their leather outfits.  Arline had me put on 
the blindfold, and then she instructed me to lie, face 
up on my bed.  I felt someone getting on the bed beside 
me.  Then I felt something brush against my face.  
Next, something covered my mouth.  At first, I thought 
it was someone's hand.  
     I got alarmed.  I could hardly breathe.  Then 
Arline said something surprising.  "Open your mouth."  
Then she said.  "Are we ready?" 
     "Yes Mother" replied Melina.  
     Warm liquid entered my mouth.  I recognized the 
taste.  
     "Swallow" said Melina gently.
     Caught completely off guard, I swallowed.  "Yuck" 
I said.  But it was hardly audible because Melina was 
sitting on my face, completely covering my mouth.   
     Arline and Melina both started laughing.  I closed 
my mouth.  
     "He's stopped," said Melina disappointedly.
     "Don't stop, or else," said Arline.  (I had 
learned that "Or else" meant I was dangerously close to 
receiving a sound beating.)
      Resignedly, I opened my mouth.  
     Melina resumed peeing, slowly, allowing time for 
me to swallow between doses.  It wasn't as bad as it 
could have been.  I had been having regular doses of 
urine with meals and whenever I was thirsty, so I was 
sort of used to it despite it being warm.  "At least 
it's fresh," I thought to myself.  
     When she was done, Melina said "lick it clean".  I 
did.  For some reason, I found that I was excited by 
doing that, and it made my willy feel funny.  I wasn't 
sure why.  What didn't occur to me was the fact that 
that, was my first taste of actual female.  I wished I 
could have kept my tongue there all day.  It was as 
close as I had gotten to seeing her vagina up to that 
point.  
     "Mmmmmmmmm" said Melina.  
     When Arline heard Melina say that, she quickly 
said "That's it, Melina."  
     Then Melina said "Can't we have him  ...uh... 
clean it a little ...uh... better?" 
     Arline said "That's not a good idea" and Melina 
rolled off.  


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 05/56
Summary: The main character is humiliated and 
diciplined.  Our hero endures a tragedy.
Keywords: b,g,rim,sad,viol,Fdom,anal,enem,ht,scat,
copr,tragic


 
                       Oh, Shit.

     A few days later, at bath time, Arline gave Melina 
and me enemas with the usual advisory, don't spill any, 
and then Arline had me lay on the bottom of the tub 
with my mouth open.  She ordered Melina to squat over 
me.  I was blindfolded, but not stupid.  I quickly 
guessed what was going on.  When Melina let go, a 
torrent of runny poopies deluged me.  
     It landed all over my head, in my hair, my face, 
and in my mouth.  Arline said "Close your mouth.  And 
swallow.  Or else."
     By then, I was used to having feces in my food, 
but a mouthful of pure, warm bum brownie, that was 
another matter.  I swallowed hard, but it just came 
back up.  Arline leaned me over the bathtub, and beat 
me quite a few times.  Suddenly, the enema I was 
carrying cut loose.  It went all over my ass and legs, 
all over the bathtub, and all over Melina, who 
screamed.  It was a hell of a mess.  
     Arline gave Melina a thorough scouring, for 
cutting loose first.  Then put a towel around her, and 
sent her to her room.  Then she gave me the hardest 
scrubbing I had gotten yet, and made me clean up the 
bathroom.  When Arline removed the blindfold, she was 
dressed, but I wondered if she had been naked before 
the disaster.  
     After cleaning the bathroom, my breakfast was 
cold.  It was scrambled eggs, toast and turds, fried up 
to look like sausages.  Arline and Melina had left the 
kitchen by then, so I ate the eggs and toast, but I 
left the "sausages."  I threw them into the garbage, 
and covered them with some paper towels.  
     When lunch came around, Arline had found the 
sausages.  She led me into the kitchen, and tethered my 
leash close to the opposite side of the table from 
where I was standing.  I was bent over the table with 
my ass sticking out over the edge.  Arline then 
positioned a plate directly under my nose.  On it were 
the sausages she had retrieved from the garbage.  Then 
she rubbed my nose in them as if I was a puppy who had 
made poo poo on the floor.  
     "The penalty for wasting your food is ten lashes," 
she said.  
     "That's not food." I said defiantly.
     "Yes it is."  She said "It's shitwurst."  She 
pulled the switch out.  Then she beat me intensely, ten 
times, slowly counting each strike aloud.  "Now," she 
said "you are going to eat these."  
     Arline took a fork and picked up a piece of the 
sausage.  She held it in my face.  When I didn't open 
my mouth to receive the morsel, she poked the fork into 
my lips.
     "Owww" I said, opening my mouth.  She stuck in the 
fork, and dropped in the first piece.  Then she picked 
up the switch.  I could see she wasn't taking any shit 
from me.  (So to speak.)  I chewed, and then swallowed 
the brownie.  Piece by piece, she made me finish the 
plate.  
     "Now we'll eat lunch, right?" she said.
     She picked up a large spoon and brought it behind 
her.  Then she bent over.  I couldn't see exactly what 
she was doing, but I could guess.  Seconds later, she 
returned to me with a spoonful of fresh butt pudding.  
It was the shittiest smelling stuff that had ever 
graced my nose.  I hesitated for a second, but then I 
felt my ass still stinging from the lambasting I had 
already received.  I didn't want any more of that, so I 
opened up and received the dollop of fresh crapola.  It 
was warm and gooey, like peanut butter, only stinkier, 
and terribly bitter.  As I chewed it, it stuck to my 
tongue, my teeth, and the roof of my mouth.  I could 
feel puke coming up into my throat.  I tried to head it 
off by swallowing hard, but it was just too much to 
take.  
     Up it came, out my mouth and nose and onto the 
table.  Arline smacked me several times, forcefully 
with the switch, then reached inside and grabbed 
another glob of fudge.  This time after placing it in 
my mouth, she held my nose closed.  I tried swallowing 
it without chewing it, but the result was the same.  
Whack, whack, whack went the switch.  
     The next time, she pulled out a heaping spoonful 
of dung.  I opened my mouth resignedly.  She placed the 
spoon behind my front teeth, and then pulled the spoon 
out scraping it against my upper teeth.  I chewed it 
then swallowed.  Then Arline covered my mouth and my 
nose with her hands.  I retched, then puked, but there 
was nowhere for it to go.  I puked again, still nowhere 
to go.  I was beginning to choke.  I swallowed hard, 
holding the puke back with my tongue.  At last, it 
stayed down.  Arline let my mouth and nose go.  
     Arline let my leash free.  "Lick everything clean, 
including the floor.  Or there will be consequences."  
I had to lick up the vomit in addition to the 
discharged anal butter.  I learned a valuable lesson 
that day; only I'm not sure what that was.
     I was terribly hungry for dinner that night, but 
was reluctant to go.  I hid in my room hoping nobody 
would notice that I wasn't at the table.
     Arline sent Melina to get me.  Melina was wearing 
her leather outfit.  She looked unbelievably beautiful 
when she called for me.  She led me with the leash 
poised over her shoulder.  I followed behind her; I 
noticed her butt was waving back and forth seductively.  
I couldn't imagine why I found it so enticing.  "Wasn't 
that the apparatus that had just defiled my breakfast?"  
I thought to myself.  
     Dinner was a "shitburger" with melted cheese on a 
bun.  Being famished and having no other items on my 
menu I resolved not to waste any of the cheese or the 
bun.  When Arline saw me trying to separate the cheese 
from the burger, she gave me one of her now famous "I 
wouldn't try that if I were you" looks, and I thought 
better of it.  
     I took a bite of the burger the way Melina had 
served it.  "Could be worse" I decided, and swallowed 
the bite.  It scared me to think that I beginning to 
accept butt nuggets for my meal, but I rationalized 
that I was undoubtedly just enjoying the flavor of the 
bun and cheese.  Still I was glad that I hadn't puked 
it up, because puking seemed to anger Arline more than 
anything else did.  I finished the doo doo sandwich 
without incident and washed it down with a large, cool 
glass of iced pee.   



                      The Shit List.

     On the third week after he left, Arline informed 
me my father was to return home in a few days.  I began 
to go over all the indiscretions that had transpired 
since he had left.  I decided to tell him everything.  
Arline cautioned me that she would deny everything, and 
that my father would believe her and would probably 
punish me for lying to him.  I decided that this was 
unlikely, because my father loved me enough at least to 
listen to me.  I was sure that if I showed him the 
scars on my backside he would believe me.  This was the 
time, I thought, to make my move.  I began making a 
list.  
     As I began listing things, Melina suddenly popped 
into my head, and I realized with a start that if my 
dad kicked Arline out of the house, Melina would 
certainly wind up leaving with her.  Mean as Melina was 
to me, I wasn't okay with having her leave.  Suddenly I 
had second thoughts about telling my dad.  
     Sure, life with Arline was bad, terrible even, but 
I now understood that life without Melina might be 
worse.  "Oh God," I thought, "I'm in love with Melina.  
How could I have fallen in love with her?"  I wondered.  
I figured that it must be Stockholm syndrome (an 
emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage, 
due to continuous stress, dependence, and a need to 
cooperate for survival.)  It made sense, in that they 
were holding me prisoner in my own house.  
     I decided that I would tell my father anyway.  I 
took out a pen and paper and began making a list.  
     There was waking up at four in the morning (That 
might make me seem lazy.  It would be better to leave 
that off the list.) 
     There was standing naked, in front of Arline.  
(That was embarrassing, but, Arline was a nurse.  My 
father might not understand what the problem was.  
Better, not include that.)  
     Then there was standing naked in front of Melina.  
(That was also embarrassing, but I was beginning to 
enjoy that for reasons I didn't understand.  Better, 
not include that.)  
     The hot water (It wasn't actually causing damage, 
so I figured I'd better leave that out.)  
     There was the scouring with the brushes (I was 
getting used to that, best not to mention it.)  
     There were the enemas.  (My dad might think it was 
some kind of health procedure.  Better, not include 
it.)
     The beatings (My father might not believe me, or 
he might side with Arline and agree that they were 
necessary, and they might get worse.  Besides, I was 
reluctant to show him my ass, having not done that 
before, like ever.)
     Shit and piss for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  
(It was too sensitive a subject and unbelievable, 
besides I had no proof.  Forget that one.)
     Then there was the G-string, collar, leash and 
restraint belt.  (Arline had removed them and hidden 
them somewhere; I had no proof of them either.)
     Then there was Melina (I was beginning to think 
that she was actually a positive force in my life.)
     When I looked at my paper, it was blank.  I 
decided that when he got home, I would tell my father 
that everything was fine.  
 


                     All Is Lost.  

     That night, Arline received a phone call at 
midnight.  This woke the house.  Arline came into my 
room in the morning and woke me.  She seemed sad.  She 
woke Melina up and gave us our shower.  I noticed that 
the scouring seemed to be less painful than it usually 
was.  Arline gave each of us a towel after the bath.  I 
wondered if she was losing it.  We had breakfast and 
there was not the usual dose of excrement I had been 
used to receiving.  At that point, I knew something was 
wrong.  
     After breakfast, Arline told Melina to wait in her 
bedroom then she took me to my bedroom.  
     "What's the matter?"  I asked.  
     Arline paused for a minute, then her face 
contorted, and she started crying.  By then, I was 
beside myself.  I couldn't imagine what could upset 
Arline so.  She always seemed so strong.  
     Finally, Arline looked at me sadly and said, "Your 
father's ship has been lost at sea."  She began crying 
again.  
     Stunned, I was unable to respond at first.  I 
thought it was just another one of Arline's cruel 
jokes.  For a few moments, I just stood there in 
denial, watching Arline cry.  Then it dawned on me, I 
had never before seen Arline cry.  I had never even 
seen her sad.  As mean as she was, one thing Melina and 
I depended on, was that she was a rock.  
     Tears welled up in my eyes as the significance of 
what she had said began to dawn on me.  "Oh God, not my 
father."  I thought.  "Who's going to support us?  
Who's going to take care of us?  Who's going to save me 
from Arline?"  I wondered.  
     Arline sat in a chair across from me and the two 
of us stared, blinking at each other, crying, 
wordlessly for a while.  "What happened to him?"  I 
asked finally.  
     "They're not sure," said Arline.  "All they know 
is that there was a storm, and that his ship put out a 
"mayday", then, they lost communication with it.  A 
ship must report in every six hours, no matter what, 
and they aren't supposed to stop radio communication 
at all, after reporting an SOS.  They have sent the 
Coast Guard to their last reported location, but they 
haven't found anything.  It's been two days since they 
lost contact and they fear the worst."
       I looked in Arline's face.  She was truly 
grieving.  For the first time, I was sure she really 
had loved my father, and now it was too late.  
     After Arline and I stopped crying, she was 
amazingly kind to us all the rest of that day.  We had 
family time, played games, and even went out to eat at 
a Chinese restaurant where they didn't put poop in the 
food.  I was surprised that she could be so nice.  We 
had not yet told Melina about my father, so Melina had 
no idea what was up, but she was glad for all the 
attention. 


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