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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.
End Part 1/56 Continued in part 2/56
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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.
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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 entrée
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.
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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.
End Part 04/56 Continued in part 05/56
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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.
End Part 05/56 Continued in part 06/56
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