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Subject: {ASSM} {Norm DaPlume} New novel:War And Piece parts: 11 thru 15 (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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More of my novel.
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 11/56
Summary: Prostiution continues.  The main characters
continue to be defiled but are not abused by everybody.
Keywords: Fg,nc,reluc,sad,tort,oral,elec


                  Black Friday. (Part 2)

     A short time later, I heard the door slam again.  
I hoped that Arline was going to do the shopping she 
had neglected to do the day before.  Part of me however 
realized that she was more likely going out to get 
another person to molest us.  It was obvious that the 
results of what had transpired had pleased her.  There 
she was having someone teach us a lesson, and making 
money at the same time.  
     Melina and I spoke quietly while she was gone.  I 
ascertained that Melina was mostly okay, except her 
face and vagina hurt a little, and she was still a 
little nauseous.  I realized that I was more fortunate 
than she was, in that only my ass hurt.  I asked Melina 
if she was sorry we had had sex together, and she said 
"No.  I'm glad we did it.  I'm just sorry we got 
caught."  We both laughed at that. 
     "Are you sorry?"  Melina asked.  
     Briefly, my mind returned to the time the soapsuds 
fell off from my eyes and Arline beat me for seeing 
them naked.  I could still remember how I decided that 
the peek was worth the beating.  Now Melina was asking 
about the fondest memory I possessed.  "I will never be 
sorry for that."  I answered.  
     Arline was gone about two hours.  When she 
returned, she brought in several bags of groceries.  I 
could hear her in the kitchen putting them away.  I 
began to breathe more easily, thinking that the 
harrowing lesson was over.  
     Arline came back into the bedroom and placed a 
tube of something on the dresser near the bed.  Then 
she pulled out her cell phone and made another call.  
It was obvious she wanted us to hear the call.  Once 
again, she said "Come on over."  gave out our address 
and directions.  My heart sank.  I knew it was going to 
be a long day.  
     Arline puttered around the room, dusting and 
making sure the ropes were tight.  Then she 
disappeared.  After about an hour, the doorbell rang 
again.  Arline answered the door, and spoke briefly to 
a man with a deep voice.  A short time later, he walked 
into the room and closed the door.
     The man made a point of showing us two long 
unfiltered cigarettes, holding one in each hand, and 
waving them around, while looking us in the eye.  
Then he lit both of the cigarettes at the same time 
and took a puff of both of them.  
     Next, he pulled Melina's pussy lips apart and 
placed one of the lit cigarettes between them closing 
them afterward.  Following that, I could feel him 
placing the other lit cigarette between my butt cheeks.  
     Melina and I both started squirming, trying to get 
the cigarettes to fall out, but we were not successful.  
He smiled a heinous smile, and then he pulled down his 
pants and began playing with himself.  
     "By the way, I'm told it's okay for you to scream 
as loud as you want.  I like it, I find it flattering.  
It means you appreciate my work."  The man continued to 
beat off.  Eventually, the cigarettes began burning 
dangerously close to us.  The man continued choking his 
chicken.  Still struggling, I could feel the heat from 
the flame beginning to warm my ass.  I was beginning to 
panic, and so was Melina who was now trembling.  Soon 
it began to get intense, and the man continued 
masturbating.  Soon the burning ember began touching my 
ass, causing intense pain, I began waving my ass back 
and forth, and taking deep gulps of air and screaming.   
     When the man heard me doing that, he finally, 
reached his climax.  He held his penis tightly, and 
went over to Melina.  He climbed onto the bed and let 
his semen squirt all over her forehead, into her eyes, 
(which were wide open watching her cigarette) inside 
her nose, over her lips, (which were closed) and onto her 
hair.  
     "Sorry."  He said.  Then he hurriedly removed the 
cigarettes first from Melina who was shaken up but 
unhurt, and then from me, who was shaken up and hurt.  
Because Arline had spread my legs so far apart, the 
cigarette, which he inserted between my cheeks, had to 
be put in deeper than the one, which was inserted into 
Melina.  Whereas the flame never actually got any 
closer to Melina than to warm her a bit, it had in fact 
reached my ass, leaving a blister on each cheek. 
     The man walked out of the room, and shortly Arline 
walked in.  This time she was waving six one hundred 
dollar bills.  She pointed to the scum on Melina's 
face.  "Oh, that's so cute" she said sarcastically.  
"At this rate it will only take a hundred and sixty 
seven and a half guys with cigarettes to get even.  She 
started laughing, and left, without cleaning Melina 
off.  
     Arline slammed the door again.  We began wondering 
how long this was going to go on.  Melina and I 
compared notes.  She said she was okay.  She was no 
longer nauseous, that the pain in her vagina was much 
better, but her face still hurt some.  I told her my 
asshole was somewhat better but, my ass cheeks were 
still burning.  We had lost track of time, and wondered 
if we were going to get lunch.  I said "I thought you 
got lunch when that first guy was here."  We both 
started laughing.  It's amazing what seems to be funny 
during periods of great adversity.  
     We only had to wait a short time before Arline 
returned.  She had brought somebody with her.  She 
walked into the room and said "I'd like you to meet an 
old friend of mine."  A woman about forty-five years 
old, with blonde hair, a tight, short, black dress, and 
high heels followed her into the room.  "This is 
Velma," said Arline.  Arline left the room and closed 
the door.  
     Velma began undressing, which I found rather 
exciting.  When she had removed all of her clothing, 
she took some new clothes out of a large duffle bag, 
which she was carrying.  They included a black corset, 
which she put on first.  The corset cinched her waist 
and pushed up her breasts, which were mostly visible.  
Following that, she put on a black, skin tight, leotard 
which had a hole over her genital area, exposing her 
vagina and anus.  
     "We're going to have some fun."  She said.  "At 
least I'm going to have some fun.  Maybe you won't have 
as much fun as I do."
     She proceeded to remove some kind of device with 
wires, which she plugged into an electrical socket.  
Next, she turned the bench I was on, upside down, 
carefully, so as not to hurt me.  After she did that, I 
was lying on my back, with the bench on top of me, my 
legs spread wide apart, and my genitals waving in the 
breeze.  She had not united my feet from my neck, so I 
still couldn't move without choking.    
     She moved the contraption with the wires, over to 
the bench.  Next, she removed a eight-inch rod made of 
metal about a quarter inch thick, from the bag.  She 
placed some goo from the tube Arline had placed on the 
dresser, onto the piece of metal and stuck it into the 
hole in my dick.  It didn't hurt at first; it was just 
the right diameter.  In fact, it rather felt nice.  But 
then she jammed it deeper, which did hurt somewhat, but 
wasn't unbearable.  
     She pulled out a metal rod about six inches long 
and a half an inch in diameter.  It had a sort of lump 
about an inch and a half thick near the back, which was 
followed by another half-inch thick section.  At the 
end, there was some kind of clip.  She put goo on it, 
and stuffed the rod into my butt hole.  It didn't hurt 
until she reached the inch and a half section, which 
she jammed forcibly into my butt hole.  It was a little 
uncomfortable, but after the swollen section went in it 
didn't hurt too much either.  Next, she took some 
sticky pads from the bag and placed one of them over 
each of my balls, in the crack between my balls and my 
ass, and at the bottoms of my feet.  Next, she removed 
some clips from the bag.  She placed these onto my 
nipples.  They bit painfully into the flesh.  I jumped, 
but being tied up, I didn't get far.  
     Next, she took wires from the gizmo and connected 
them to the clips, the sticky pads and the ends of the 
two rods.
     She went to Melina and after putting goo on them 
stuck similar rods into her vagina, and up her ass.  
She put sticky pads between her vagina and her anus, on 
the bottoms of her feet and one on each of her outer 
lips.  When she put the clips on her nipples, Melina 
screamed in pain.  Velma said "Don't waste your voice 
now, dearie; there'll be plenty of time to scream 
later."  She connected wires from a gadget similar to 
the one she had connected to me, and plugged it in.  
     At that point, she connected the thingamabobs to a 
panel, on a tripod, which she had removed from the bag, 
and set it between us.  
     She appeared to be turning on a switch on each 
device, and then she pushed a button on the first pad.  
I felt a warm tingling between my dick and my ass, 
nothing painful, I actually enjoyed it.  Then she 
pushed a button on the second pad.  Melina did not 
respond negatively.  I assumed she was having the same 
good sensation that I was.  
     Next, she pushed a button on the first pad, again.  
I felt a tingling between my breasts.  If the clips 
hadn't been digging into my nipples, I might have 
enjoyed that too.  Then she must have pushed both 
buttons at the same time.  I liked it.  I was beginning 
to think that this was going to be a positive 
experience.  The experience was apparently not painful 
for Melina either.  Velma hit another button and the 
area between my balls began to tingle.  Next, she hit a 
last button and my feet began tingling.  She appeared 
to be doing the same to Melina.  
     Velma turned a knob in each of the pads and 
started pushing buttons again.  Though the tingling was 
somewhat stronger, it still wasn't painful.  "Mmmmmm."  
I said.  Melina said something similar.  Velma went 
through the buttons on both pads evoking a positive 
response from both of us.  Then she turned up the knob 
on both apparatuses again.  This time the sensation was 
stronger.  Not terrible though.  Nevertheless, Melina 
and I both stopped saying "Mmmmm."
     Velma turned up the knob again and hit the 
buttons.  This time the sensation was definitely not 
pleasurable.  It had begun to sting a little, and 
somewhat intense vibrations, which were obviously 
electric currents, started flowing between the sections 
of my body.  
     Velma turned up the knob again and this time she 
said "Okay boys and girls, the kid gloves are off now."  
     When she hit the buttons this time, the sensation 
was more of vibration and burning, and Melina and I 
began to wince from the sensation.  She turned up the 
knob again and this time when she hit the buttons, we 
began to strain against the bonds, which held us.  The 
vibrations were gone now, and a distinct sensation of 
shocking had replaced them.  Melina and I began to 
voice a discernable "Oh." when she pushed the buttons.    
     One more twist of the knob, and Melina and I began 
groaning.  When she hit the knob again we began 
moaning.  The next twist of the knob Melina and I both 
began warbling and shaking uncontrollably.
     At that point, Velma began pushing the buttons in 
a rhythmic sequence and screaming, "Sing children.  Let 
me hear you harmonize."  Stimulated as we were, we were 
unable to resist her request.  And we began chanting to 
her whims.  Finally, she pushed a button on the 
console, and a computer-generated signal began pushing 
the buttons automatically, like a recording.  
     At that, Velma began rubbing her fingers against 
her vagina, and she began getting off.  The device 
continued playing the buttons faster and faster, and we 
were obliged to follow suit.  As we did, Velma began 
screaming "Music, music, music.  They're singing my 
song." 
     We were in agony, unable to stop ourselves.  We 
were puppets under her control.  
     Eventually Velma climaxed, but she did not stop.  
She climbed onto Melina's face and stuck her bush in 
Melina's mouth.  Melina's mouth was opening and closing 
uncontrollably, and Velma took full advantage of this.  
Soon she began climaxing again.  For a while, Velma 
kept screeching.  Eventually, though, she stopped.  
     Velma finally got off Melina, and began to turn 
the machines down slowly.  She watched our responses as 
she did this and she left the machines on at a 
reasonably low level where the sensations were 
pleasurable again.  She began poking at Melina's 
clitoris and Melina started orgasming repeatedly.  Then 
she walked over to me and pulled the skin on my penis 
up and down.  I orgasmed almost immediately, suddenly 
and robustly.  It was one of the most powerful orgasm's 
I had ever had, and with the electricity surging 
through me, it just seemed to go on and on, forever.  
Melina was still climaxing when Velma finally shut the 
devices off and removed the wires.  
     When Velma left, both Melina and I were exhausted, 
and covered with sweat.  There were wet spots 
underneath us both.  We had big smiles on our faces.  
We stopped smiling when Arline walked in waving six one 
hundred dollar bills.  "One hundred sixty four more 
electro-sex freaks and a blowjob and we'll be even."  
She sang. 


          End Part 11/56 Continued in part 12/56



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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 12/56
Summary: The main characters are publicly humiliated 
and gang raped by strangers in a park.
Keywords: M+b,M+g,Fb,exhib,nc,rape,humil,anal,oral,
piv,bd,viol,b,g


                 Just A Walk In The Park.

     Arline untied us and told us to get dressed, so we 
did.  Arline then grabbed Melina and placed a nylon tie 
around each of her wrists.  Next, she took a third 
nylon tie and bound the two other ties together 
effectively handcuffing, Melina with her hands behind 
her.  Next Arline placed me in my wrist restraint.  
Arline then said that we would be going out for a ride.  
     I became a little excited at the prospect, hoping 
that our punishment was over and wondering where we 
were going, bound as we were.  I kept a straight face 
though, so as not to let Arline think that I might be 
too hopeful.  She seemed to enjoy leading us on, only 
to dash our hopes on the rocks later on.  When I looked 
at Arline's face, I realized that she was wearing one 
of those "cat who just caught a mouse" smiles.  It was 
a little unsettling.  In all likelihood, it meant that 
we weren't going anywhere that we were going to enjoy.  
     Arline took us out to the van.  I called "shotgun" 
but Arline had us both sit in the back of the van, in 
the rear seat, which faced the back door.  It was a 
panel van with no windows other than the windshield and 
by the front seats, so it was a little discouraging to 
be going somewhere and not be able to enjoy the view 
while going there.  Nonetheless, it was encouraging to 
be going somewhere.  We had not been out in a while.  
     Arline got into the driver's seat and began 
driving.  We seemed to be going a long distance, 
because we were driving for so long.    
     When Arline finally stopped driving, she got into 
the back of the van and removed our shoes.  Then Arline 
demanded that I stand up.  Based on her demeanor when 
she ordered me to stand up, Melina and I realized that 
Arline was not through punishing us.  I stood up and 
Arline pulled my pants down and removed them from my 
ankles.  After seeing what happened to me, Melina did 
not stand up.  
     "We can do this the hard way, or the easy way."  
Arline said.  
     Melina remained seated.  "Okay" said Arline.
     With that, she grabbed a scissors from the front 
seat of the van and began cutting off my shirt.  After 
leaving me completely nude, she then began to cut off 
Melina's blouse entirely and proceeded to cut off her 
pants.  It was obvious from what Arline was doing, that 
Melina was no doubt, not going to be wearing those 
clothes ever again.  Melina started crying and we 
prepared for the worst. 
     "The worst" as it turned out was an 
understatement.  We could never have imagined the 
depraved ordeal that Arline had in store for us.  When 
Arline opened the rear door, and we looked around, we 
found that we were in the middle of the city, in a 
park, in the worst part of town.  
     "Don't worry; I have something for you to wear."  
Arline said mockingly, "Let me put these on you."  With 
that, she placed a sign around each of our necks.  
Melina's sign read, "Please grab me or fuck me wherever 
you want."  Mine said "Please pinch or whip me, or fuck 
me in any hole."  
     "Get out" Arline said coldly.
     Melina and I just looked at each other.  Melina 
was already sitting down.  I sat down too.  We were 
both determined not to go willingly.  Arline asked "are 
you sure you want it to go down this way?"  Neither of 
us answered.  "Fine," Said Arline.  With that, she 
grabbed Melina by her hair and began dragging her, 
kicking and screaming out of the van and into the park.  
     For a brief moment, I debated whether or not I 
should go too.  On the one hand, Melina was probably 
going to need my support.  More importantly, I was 
pretty sure Arline was planning to leave Melina out in 
the middle of the park, alone and unguarded while she 
came to get me.  Which I was sure was going to happen.  
On the other hand...  Well, you do the math.  I decided 
to take the more altruistic course of action and 
followed them out and into the park.  In retrospect, I 
now realize that probably nothing would have happened 
to Melina, that didn't happen to her anyway, but, if I 
had it to do again, I would have made the same choice.
     I don't suppose I need to tell you that the signs 
we were wearing provided no cover for our bodies.  What 
they did do, of course, was advertise the fact that our 
completely nude bodies were available for the 
entertainment of anybody who wished to use us.  Before 
we had gone twenty yards, we had gathered a huge crowd 
of people who began following, leering and staring at 
us and groping us as we walked.  Arline dragged Melina 
over to a grassy area and I followed.  Then Arline 
ordered us to get down on the ground and spread our 
legs apart.  
     Having only recently gotten used to the idea of 
Melina and Arline staring at me naked, I was 
tremendously embarrassed.  That, however, was a 
realization, the impact of which only fully dawned to 
me when I got to the grassy area.  What can I tell you?  
I was worried about Melina.  I began crying and tried 
to place my hands over my privates.  Naturally, wearing 
the wrist restraint made that difficult, well actually 
impossible.  
     Melina was still crying, she had started crying in 
the van.  She too was attempting to cover herself with 
her hands, but with them cuffed behind her, Melina was 
no more successful at doing that than I was.  At that 
point neither one of us had gotten down on the ground.
     Several people began pointing to Melina and 
looking at Arline questioningly.  Arline gestured with 
her hands towards Melina and yelled, "Go ahead, take 
her."  Then Arline pushed me to the ground.  I fell 
painfully onto my rear end.  By then, the crowd had 
grabbed Melina and forced her over.  Several men were 
pulling her legs apart and another was pulling down his 
zipper.  
     I closed my eyes hoping that the horrible 
nightmare would end, but it didn't.  Arline took out 
her switch and announced to the crowd that the switch 
was not for use on "the slut."  One man pulled me to my 
knees and started forcing me to give him a blowjob.  
"If you bite me, I'll knock your teeth out.  Now put 
your lips around it."  He pulled my head back and forth 
onto his cock by my hair.  
     Another grabbed the switch from Arline and started 
giggling, and then, after receiving a nod from Arline, 
he began slamming it into my ass like a tennis pro with 
a strong backhand.  He was stronger than Arline was and 
he hurt me a lot more than she did.  Each time he 
struck me, the pain flashed across my body like a 
tsunami.  Each time he did it he'd look at Arline and 
say "That good?  Huh?"  I'd scream, and the man with 
his dick in my mouth would pull on my hair harder and 
angrily say "I said put your lips around it, you're 
screwing up my blowjob."  At that point, people began 
pinching and twisting my breasts and everywhere else 
they could reach.  This pretty much continued non-stop.   
     Meanwhile, the crowd was holding Melina aloft.  
The men  who were pulling on her legs were stretching 
them like a wishbone, into an almost complete split.  
One man was fucking her in her ass, another man had his 
fingers deep in her pussy, and still another was 
forcing her to give him head using her ears as handles.  
They were twisting Melina's body like a "bendable Gumby 
figure."  
     "Please don't come inside me."  Melina said to the 
men.  "Fuck you bitch," said the man in her mouth, 
"I'll do whatever I want."  Melina closed her eyes and 
waited for the sickening episode to be over.
     After a while, he climaxed, and sticking his cock 
deep into Melina's throat, he ejaculated.  Melina 
gagged.  I think I felt almost as sick as Melina did.  
For the first time ever, felt like Melina could never 
be entirely clean again.  I felt like Melina had been 
despoiled, and would be dirty for the rest of her life.  
In retrospect, I recognize that it was rather conceited 
for me to feel that way, because I was, after all 
simultaneously receiving the same despoilment.  
     Melina was crying loudly but nobody cared.  
Everybody seemed to be having a great time, except us.  
People were watching, groping, pinching, lashing, 
pulling at us, rubbing us all over and fucking us.  
Some women walked by and just shook their heads.  
Others stopped to watch, some of whom were rubbing 
themselves discretely.  
     Lots of people were pointing and laughing; they 
might as well have been at a picnic.  Melina looked 
over towards Arline, her eyes seeking sympathy, but 
Arline was wearing her evil smile.  As near as Melina 
could tell by looking into Arline's dark, cold eyes, 
Arline was staring directly at her, reveling in 
Melina's discomfort and humiliation.  She had blended 
into the crowd and was now rubbing herself on her 
snatch, furtively.  
     People were taking pictures of us with their 
cameras and phones.  Not that the incident hadn't 
already become a totally demeaning experience for me 
and Melina, but now a new wave of discouragement was 
crushing me as I realized that these terribly 
humiliating photos of Melina and me were probably going 
to wind up on the internet before the day's end.  
     Soon, the guy getting the blowjob from me came 
deep inside my throat, causing me to gag.  I tried to 
spit the foul tasting scum out, but before I had a 
chance to take a breath, another man began stuffing his 
dick into my mouth.  He quickly finished, and a 
different man came up, turned me over, spit on my butt 
and stuck his dick into my asshole, forcing the man 
beating me to stop.  He grabbed my balls and my cock in 
his two hands by reaching around me with both arms and 
pulled on them as if he was milking me.  It was quite 
painful, because I was still feeling a great deal of 
irritation from the pins Arline had stuck in me 
earlier.  I assumed Melina was experiencing the same. 
     I couldn't decide whether or not I preferred the 
man pasting me with the switch or having the guy, who 
had a really thick dick, fucking me in my sore ass, 
pulling on my dick and squeezing my balls.  Soon a 
different man crawled under my head, stuck his dick in 
my mouth and forced me to give him a blowjob by pulling 
my head up and down using my hair.  By then, the guy 
with the switch had begun beating me again, on the only 
exposed place he could find on my body, on my feet.  
That really hurt.  
     By then, the crowd was holding Melina vertically; 
upside-down and two men  were standing, fucking her at 
the same time.  One was in her cunt and the other was 
in her asshole.  The two men , (the one in my ass and 
the one in my mouth) came simultaneously causing me to 
gag then to heave.  Because the only food in my stomach 
was a small mug of diarrhea, nothing came up.  
     One rather good looking, extroverted woman turned 
me face up, pulled down her panties.  She lifted up her 
skirt and sat on my face.  Next, she hiked up her 
blouse, and placed her mouth on my penis while rubbing 
her tits against my naked waist.  She began giving me 
felatio, which felt rather good.  I knew what she 
wanted me to do, so I began massaging her vagina with 
my tongue.  Arline never went down on me when she 
forced me to pleasure her, Melina had not developed 
breasts yet, so having this woman's spongy breasts 
rubbing against my waist was a novel experience and was 
quite a turn on.
     I tongued her deeply inside and I could hear her 
moaning in a kind of high pitched hee hee hee.  My oral 
stimulation, combined with the thrill of having sex in 
a public place, in front of a crowd of dozens of 
people, was giving her the ultimate high.  
     This was the one joyous event on an otherwise 
ignominious day.  With the woman's skirt hiding the 
crowd from my sight, we enjoyed each other's company, 
and, for one brief moment, I forgot about my plight and 
about Arline and for that matter, Melina.  I wanted 
that moment to last forever, but before I ever got to 
come, she was gone.  Her skirt no longer cloaked my 
eyes, and the crowd, along with my humiliation, were 
back.  
     By then, the crowd had lowered Melina onto the 
grass.  Many people had masturbated, and fired their 
ejaculate all over her body.  Melina never stopped 
crying.  
     People continued staring at us, rubbing us, 
pinching us, grabbing us and fucking us in whichever 
hole they felt inclined.  This went on for more than an 
hour.  At long last, Arline told us it was finally time 
to leave.  (Actually, what she said was "Okay kids, 
playtime's over.")  She paraded us, naked, of course, 
into the van and took off.  Arline opened both of the 
windows in the front seat, forcing us to ride the whole 
way back with the cold wind blowing on our naked 
bodies.
     When we got home, Arline sent us to our rooms 
while she prepared dinner for us.  When Arline called 
us to the table for dinner, she had some papers in her 
hands.  "Look," she said, "You're famous." 
      With that, she laid them out for us to see.  The 
pages were eight-and-a-half by eleven color pictures 
from the park.  "I printed a dozen of them, all off 
the internet."  She said, "I just did a Google search 
on Battle Green Park with today's date, and they all 
came up.  I'll have to check again tomorrow, because 
there will probably be lots more pictures.  People 
took a lot of movies of you too, but they didn't 
print out so well.  We'll watch them on the computer 
after dinner tonight, instead of television.  Wait, 
you have to be eighteen...  Oh, that's right, all 
you need is the accompaniment of a parent or guardian, 
and I'm both.  I'll enjoy watching them with you."
     "I'm going to have these pictures framed," she 
said.  "A home isn't complete without some pictures of 
the family, don't you think?  There were more pictures, 
you know, but they weren't as clear as these are.  I 
could hardly make out your faces on them, but these 
ones are just perfect.  
     See, there's one of you leaving the park, 
completely naked, and one of you too.  Look, you can 
read the signs I made.  And look Melina; there you are, 
screaming while I drag you into the park.  You can hear 
the screaming in the movies that they took.  And here 
are some of complete strangers fucking each of you.  I 
took those.  I especially like these close ups of you 
two giving blowjobs to people because you can see your 
faces so clearly.  And here's one with your legs being 
spread completely apart, Melina, I took that one too.  
Here's a nice one of all three of us leaving the park, 
look Melina you have cum all over you.  Isn't that 
cute?  I so love the expression on your face in this 
one...  
     Arline went on and on about the pictures 
describing them in detail, as if we hadn't been there.  
She was delighting in our debasement, and enjoying 
making Melina and me cry again.  It was then, that I 
began to wonder how I was ever going to face my 
classmates when I returned to school in the fall.
     After dinner, Arline tied us up and forced us to 
watch the "home movies."  I closed my eyes and tried to 
avoid the scenes.  Arline turned the sound off and 
described them for me in detail, then she played them 
again with the sound on high, I had to listen to us 
screaming, crying and being humiliated, by the people 
who were laughing, abusing and assaulting us.  It was 
as bad as watching them, but thankfully, not as bad as 
being there.
     After the show, Arline confined us each to our 
respective bedrooms.  She placed the restraint belt on 
me, binding me hand and foot and left me on the floor 
until the next morning.  I assumed she did the 
something similar to Melina. 


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 13/56
Summary: A man with a gun humiliates Arline.  Then 
he rapes her and Melina.  Our hero cleans someones 
boots and feet.  A gay party at which we are favors.
Keywords: ws,M/g,F/b,nc,rape,scat,piv,oral,feet,scat,
sad,drug,M+b,M+g,creampie,anal,group


                    Blacker Saturday.

     Following the previous day's dark episodes and our 
"adventure" in the park and with the possibility of 
more debasement that day, Melina and I were pretty glum 
the next morning.  We stood in the shower, and stared 
at the floor, avoiding Arline's glance and each 
other's.  Despite the fact that we had been forced into 
doing it by Arline, we both were conscience stricken 
as if we had cheated on each other.  
     "So how do you feel today?"  Arline asked.  I 
started to answer, and Arline interrupted me saying, "I 
don't give a shit about you, degenerate, I was asking 
Melina."  
     Melina turned around and started to answer.  I 
looked at her and could see for the first time that she 
had several black and blue marks on her face.  Tears 
came to my eyes as I realized that they must have come 
from that first guy, the fat person, when he had beaten 
her.
     Melina said "My ass hurts."  She turned around 
again and I could see she had bloodstains around the 
crack of her ass.  Then she bent over and spread her 
cheeks.  There was an obvious tear in her sphincter.  
"Hazards of the trade," said Arline.  "It'll heal.  
Don't worry, you'll get used to it."  
     I used to be jealous of the affectionate way 
Arline talked to Melina.  She always used to talk "at" 
me, using a mean, sarcastic tone of voice.  This time 
when she spoke to Melina, she didn't sound warm or 
loving, instead she sounded cold and distant.  Melina 
started sobbing and Arline said "You have only yourself 
to blame.  You forced me to do this.  You have to learn 
your lesson."  I felt sorry for Melina.  Arline never 
liked me very much, so, I had nothing to lose, but 
Melina had lost everything.  
     Arline scrubbed us, and gave us our enemas.  This 
time she gave Melina what looked like an enema for her 
vagina.  She then forced both of us to air dry.  Melina 
began shivering, and I reached out to hug her and to 
warm her up.  Arline would have none of that.  Instead, 
she made Melina hold me down while she beat me.  "You 
don't touch each other unless I tell you to."  She 
said.  
     For breakfast we both got shit on a shingle.  
(So to speak.)  (Well, not really, actually, it was on
burnt toast.).  We were both nauseous from the 
previous day's proceedings, but when we hesitated, 
Arline reminded us that we weren't to waste food in 
this house.  We both ate the toast, and washed it down 
with glasses of piss without further delay.  Melina did 
better that I had expected her to.  I guessed Arline 
had trained her sometime long before we had met.  In 
addition to breakfast, Melina got a small pill from 
Arline.  This was a bad sign.  I recognized that it 
probably wasn't a vitamin.  
     I had hoped that at last, the lessons and the 
punishments would be over.  But based upon the birth 
control pill Arline had given Melina, it was obvious 
that Arline had other ideas.  
     Overnight, while Arline had bound us in our rooms, 
Arline brought another bed from the basement into the 
parlor.  She now brought both of us into the parlor and 
she tied us both naked, face up, spread eagle on the 
beds.  She did the knots tight; she obviously knew what 
she was doing on that account.  
     Arline slammed the front door and returned in 
about a half hour.  There was a young man, about 
thirty-five with her, who reeked of alcohol.  I 
wondered if Arline picked her johns based on their 
being as repulsive as possible.  The guy said to Arline 
"I want you to watch me do your daughter."  
     Arline went in and sat down.  The guy got 
undressed, and then he said to Arline, "Pull your pants 
and panties down." 
     "I don't engage in those activities," Arline said 
arrogantly.  
     The guy went to his pants and took a gun out of 
his pocket.  He pointed it at Arline, and repeated. 
"Pull your pants and panties down."  Arline looked 
shaken, she hesitated for another second, but then 
resignedly she pulled her pants down to about her 
knees.  
     The guy shook the gun at her.  "I said, pull down 
your panties too," he said.
     Arline pulled her panties down.  
     "Now take them off."  The guy said, waving his 
gun.
     Arline hesitated a moment, looking questioningly 
at the guy, who began waving his gun again.  Arline 
stepped out of her pants and panties.
     "Now take off the rest of your clothes," said the 
man.  Arline took off her shirt and bra.  She was now 
standing in front of me completely naked.  She looked 
beautiful.  For the first time since the incident with 
the soapsuds, she was an open book.  She looked much 
more vulnerable than she had during the bathtub 
incident.  She also looked much more beautiful than she 
had that time. 
     "Now spread your legs and pull your lips apart."  
He said waving the gun again.  Arline did as he asked.  
This was the first time I had ever seen her vagina.  
For the first time I was getting to see the things 
which in the past I had only gotten to feel with my 
tongue.  They were as outstanding as I had imagined 
they were.  
     For a moment, I smiled, feeling as if I had gotten 
my revenge.  I felt like saying "See, that's how it 
feels."  But then I looked up at Arline's face, she had 
a look of fear and humiliation on it.  I thought I 
might be gratified to see her like that, but to my 
surprise, I became disconcerted seeing her so helpless.  
     "Now turn around."  The guy said.  "And spread 
your legs spread apart."  Arline turned around and 
spread her legs apart.  "Now bend over and lean on the 
chair," said the man.  
     Arline did what he asked.  This was a view I had 
never seen before with anybody.  There was Arline, bent 
over, with her incredibly perfect ass sticking out 
prominently, and her cookies flapping in the breeze.  
Above her labia, I could see the wrinkled eye of her 
butt hole.  It looked like a lit sparkler only in 
brown.
     He walked over to Arline and spread her ass 
cheeks apart.  He stuck the barrel of the gun inside 
and twisted the gun.  Arline winced with pain.  Then he 
removed the gun, spread her labia apart, and stuck the 
barrel of his gun inside her there.  "See, your mother 
is a cunt just like every other woman."  The guy said 
to me.  At that point, it occurred to me that he might 
be planning to murder us all.   
     "Now stand up, turn around and start dancing.  
Kick your legs up like you're in a chorus line," said 
the man.  Arline did as she was asked, and the guy and 
I watched for a while as her vagina kind of winked at 
us.  
     "Okay, now get on the bed with your snatch on top 
of your daughter's head.  Arline grabbed the tube that 
she had placed on the dresser earlier, and handed it to 
the man.  Then she got onto the bed as the guy had 
asked.  
     The guy took the tube and threw it on the floor.  
Then he spit on Melina's vagina and rubbed in onto her 
cookie.  "Her cunt better be tight."  He said. 
     Still carrying the gun, the guy climbed on top of 
Melina.  Melina reacted when he stuck his dick into 
her.  He pointed the gun at Arline's stomach and said 
to Melina "Bitch, you'd better give me a good ride, if 
you know what's good for you, and for your mother."  
With that, he began moving his hips.  Then he said "Two 
fer," and he stuck his face into Arline's muff.  
Neither Melina nor Arline seemed to be enjoying the 
experience.  I was glad for that.  I would have been 
dismayed for either of them to enjoy him more than they 
did me.  As it was, I was a little jealous.
     At last, the guy came, injecting several bursts of 
sperm deep inside Melina, who gagged after each burst.  
He got off Melina and Arline, and he got dressed.  It 
took him a while to get dressed because he was holding 
the gun the entire time.  Arline was still lying on the 
bed above Melina.  The guy winked at Arline and said 
"Good deal.  It's like buy one, get one free, only it's 
"get one free, get one free."  Leave a candle burning in 
the window, I'll be back."  He left without paying 
Arline.    
     Arline got up.  "What the fuck are you looking 
at?"  She yelled at me.  "You still owe me three 
hundred thirty and a half fucks."  She said.  Arline 
then looked at Melina.  "Good thing we started you on 
birth control today, huh honey?"  
     I was glad the guy hadn't touched me, but I would 
rather he have ravaged me than have had him violate 
Melina.  That's when Arline said "I can't believe he 
raped me.  I should report him to the cops."  I was 
shocked, I thought it ironic that Arline would see such 
a one sided view of the event.  Arline got dressed and 
left the house with us still trussed up.  
     "You okay?"  I asked Melina.  
     "Guess I'll be all right.  He really didn't hurt 
me, but I'm pretty grossed out." answered Melina.  "I 
wonder how Arline is going to react to this."  
 


                     Feet Of Strength.

     Arline returned a short while later with a woman 
with long red hair, wearing a short tight red skirt and 
red leather boots, with stiletto heels.  The boots 
pretty much came all the way up to her skirt.  Arline 
then let my ropes free, and put on the restraint belt, 
securing on my wrists.  
     After Arline left, the woman sat on the bed and 
said "Clean my boots."  I looked around.  There were no 
rags or brushes, besides which my wrists were stoutly 
bound to my waist.  "With your tongue, stupid," the 
woman said.  
     I began slowly licking from the top of her boots 
to the bottom.  As I did this, she spread her legs 
shamelessly.  She was not wearing any panties.  She 
good naturedly held her boots up for me to lick when I 
got down too far to lick them effectively.  When she 
did that, I could see all the way up her short skirt.  
What I saw surprised me; she had a dense bush of red 
hair the same shade as the hair on her head.  
     Protruding through the hair were her labia.  They 
were much larger than those of Arline and Melina.  
Stuck together as they were, they looked rather like a 
purple broccoli floret.  
     "Like what you see?"  She asked. 
      "You have red hairs."  I answered.  "I've never 
seen red hairs before."  
     "It's natural."  She said.  "The collar matches 
the cuffs, you know."  She said pointing to the hair 
on her head.
     I continued licking her boots first one, then the 
other.  They smelled good, like leather should.  Like 
Arline's and Melina's black outfits.  I merrily licked 
her boots clean going from one to the other leaving a 
polished look to them. 
     I finished the leather part of both boots.  When I 
stopped, she said "Do the soles."  I did a good job on 
the first sole.  When I licked the upper part of the 
heel of the second boot, I noticed she had stepped in 
some kind of manure.  It was wedged between the sole 
and her high heel.  "Clean all of it, the heel too."  
The woman said sternly.  
     I was used to eating Melina's, Arline's and my own 
shit, but unidentified dung; that was something else.  
I hesitated, and the woman kicked me in the face, 
causing me to fall onto my back.  She stepped on my 
face covering my mouth and nose with the sole of her 
boot.  It was the boot with the dung in it.  
     "Lick it."  She said.  
     I began squirming and she kicked me in the groin 
with the boot, barely missing my balls.  "Lick it."  
She said, and she stepped on my face again, this time 
with the shit directly over my mouth.  With that, she 
called Arline, who came inside the room.  
     "What are you doing?" asked Arline.  To my 
surprise, I realized Arline was asking me that 
question.  
     "She is making me eat foreign poop."  I answered.  
     "The customer is always right," said Arline.  "Do 
it."
     She sounded like she was going to make me really, 
really sorry if I didn't do what the woman wanted, and 
I realized that in the end I was going to have to do it 
anyway.  I began licking it off.  "Swallow."  Said 
Arline.  I did. 
     "See, I told you he was well trained," said 
Arline smiling.  "You guys okay now?"  The woman 
nodded.
     Arline left and closed the door.  
     After finishing her boots, the woman got back 
on the bed and removed them.  Immediately the aroma 
of dirty feet filled my nostrils.  While her boots 
appeared brand new, her feet smelled as if they were 
a hundred years old and had never been washed.  She 
put her feet on my groin covering my dick.  Then 
she rubbed them together stimulating my genitals.  
Next, she put one of her feet in my face, covering my 
nose.  "Whew."  She put the other foot over my lips 
and said "Now, do my feet."  
     God, did they stink.  The smell was suffocating 
me.  "Do it." She said "Or do I have to call Arline 
again?"  I took a little lick of one of her toes.  It 
tasted really salty and nasty.  It was gross and I 
immediately began to retch.  "If I have to call Arline 
again, she'll make you really sorry, won't she?"  I 
stuck out my tongue and licked again.  
     "Not like that."  She said.  "Don't just lick it, 
make love to it.  Open your mouth and suck on them like 
you love them, like you love my feet, like you love 
me."  
     I did as she asked and I began to retch.  "Go 
slowly, you'll get used to it."  She said, good-
naturedly.  
     Soon, I was sucking on her big toe and was 
sticking my tongue between it and the next toe.  She 
had black stuff between her toes, which smelled and 
tasted terrible.  But I was afraid of crossing Arline 
who was already very mad at me.  I sucked each of her 
toes and in between them.  Then I licked her heel, sole 
and ankle.  As I did that, the woman masturbated.  
Though I hacked, gagged and heaved with nausea much of 
the time, I managed not to puke.  
     While finishing the other foot, she orgasmed and 
the repulsive task was mostly completed.  The woman 
said "finish the foot, and then clean me off."  After I 
finished with her foot, she held her labia apart and I 
cleaned her off inside and out.  It was pretty drippy, 
but I was used to doing that, so it was not the chore 
her feet had been.  Besides that, her snatch didn't 
smell or taste nearly as bad as her feet did.  "Now 
clean off my fingers."  She said.  And I was done.
     The woman smiled.  She took a fifty-dollar bill 
out of her handbag and said "You did great, for your 
first time.  Here's a tip."  My arms were still secured 
to my sides, so she wedged it into the crack of my ass 
and left.  Arline came in and yanked the fifty out of 
my ass.  "We'll take it off the outstanding balance."  
She said.   


                       A Gay-la Party

     Arline had quite a few customers visit that day.  
Melina and I did our best to accommodate them.  Later 
on, Arline pulled out her cell phone and made a number 
of calls, then she left the room.
     Melina and I were by now, crestfallen, hopeless 
and dog-tired.  We were both worn out. (In more ways 
than one.)  From what we could gather based on 
Arline's latest round of phone calls however, 
there was going to be a blowout, at which we were 
going to be party favors.  
     Arline dragged an apparatus into the room, which 
looked like a carpenter's sawhorse.  The center post, 
which extended beyond the legs on one side of the 
horse, had teeth about an inch long arranged in a saw-
tooth pattern on top.  Arline now untied Melina from 
the bed and retied her to the device, with her body 
parallel to the center post.  Arline tied her legs to 
the braces down one side of the post, and her arms down 
the other side.  The uprights supporting the brace were 
longer than her legs were, so the center beam now 
supported all of Melina's weight, with the serrated 
edges digging into her stomach and crotch.  Melina's 
ass was protruding, showing provocatively over the 
corner of the horse.  I could see that Melina was in 
pain from having her weight lying against the jagged 
edges. 
     Next, Arline untied me from the bench and retied 
me face down, spread eagle to the bed.  She lifted my 
midsection up and placed several pillows under me.  
This stretched my body out, causing the ropes to 
tighten painfully on my arms and legs and causing the 
blood almost to stop flowing to my hands.  The way 
Arline had me trussed up; my ass was sticking out from 
the bed.  
     Arline left us in torment.  Soon, the doorbell 
began ringing and I heard numerous voices talking and 
laughing.  I heard the sound of champagne corks 
popping, glasses clinking.  I smelled cigarette smoke 
and other smoke, and the voices and laughter began 
getting louder and more profuse.  
     I heard a loud voice ask, "So where are they?" and 
people began coming into the room.  The glasses kept 
clinking, the smoke kept fuming, the voices got louder 
and louder, and people began fondling us.  I noticed 
that all the people were men.  "They're so soft at this 
young age," said one of the people, "yes and tender," 
replied another, laughing.  
     Trussed up as we were, we were powerless to 
prevent them from having their way with us.  
Eventually, they began removing their clothing, and 
rubbing us wherever they wanted (mostly our asses.)  
Soon they were pinching us and pulling on our flesh.  
Then, one by one, they began sticking their penises 
into our asses.  
     Some of them, had smaller penises, which didn't 
hurt us too much, except, they rocked my body forward 
and back pulling on the ropes.  Some were large and 
hurt a great deal, when they jammed them into my back 
door causing me to howl.  Some of the penises were 
long, and seemed like they were going to come out my 
mouth when they inserted them fully.  All and all, the 
experience was a relatively painful one, but I'd had 
worse from Arline.
     Melina unfortunately was having a much harder 
time.  In the first place, her asshole was smaller 
than mine was, so some of the larger penises really 
were more than she could take.  Plus she was laying 
on top of that saw-toothed post, and it was digging 
into her stomach muscles, vagina and crotch, 
especially when they put their weight on her.  I could 
hear her sobbing, shrieking and crying out in pain for 
much of the night.  
     Nobody apologized or stopped what they were doing 
to check how we were doing; they just kept on screwing 
us.  Occasionally Arline would come in and smack one or 
both of us with her hand, or with a belt.  In addition, 
on me she used the switch and occasionally the whip.  
Often, others would follow her lead, but always, Arline 
would caution, "You can hurt Casanova all you want, but 
don't make any permanent marks on my slut."  
     Arline sounded strange, she was slurring her 
words when she spoke and she was having trouble 
walking properly, she seemed to be losing her balance 
a lot.   
     The party continued long into the night, drinking, 
smoking, talking, laughing sodomizing and beating.  
After everyone left, Arline shoved a turkey baster up 
our butts and withdrew as much of the semen as she 
could collect.  Then she made me swallow whatever she 
obtained from Melina, and made Melina swallow whatever 
was in mine.  "Get used to it," she said.  It was two 
o'clock in the morning and we were too exhausted to 
resist.  Then she waved two thousand dollars at us and 
said "Oh, only forty eight and a half homo orgies like 
this one and we'll be even." 
     Arline led us to our rooms and tied us down.  We 
slept until four in the morning at which point Arline 
woke us up for our usual baths.  

          End Part 13/56 Continued in part 14/56


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 14/56
Summary: Prostitution of Our hero continues.  Our 
hero has a revolting experience.
Keywords: b,g,oral,menstr,vore,lac,inc,bg,piv



                 Miscarriage Of Justice.

     As Arline began to develop a regular clientele, 
she would bring all kinds of strangers into the house.  
Throughout the day she would allow them to have their 
way with whichever one, or both of us, they wished, as 
long as they paid her.  Most often, her clients 
expected straight sex.  But regardless of their sex, 
you could never be sure just which of us they were 
going to choose or how they were going to exploit us. 
     Men screwed me, made me screw them, demanded 
blowjobs from me, gave me blowjobs, demanded I play 
with them and demanded I allow them to play with me.  
     Some women forced Melina to screw them with strap-
ons.  Some screwed Melina with strap-ons.  Some screwed 
me with strap-ons.  Some women forced me to screw them 
with strap-ons.  Some forced me or Melina to perform 
cunnilingus on them, performed oral sex on us, and so 
on.  
     The only rule Arline had was "no damaging the 
goods," no scars on Melina and she didn't have me screw 
women too often, because she knew I would be unable to 
do it too many times a day.  I was confident that she 
was charging more for gigolo services than for Melina's 
whoring.  
     In addition to straight fucking, Arline rented 
Melina and me out for a wide variety of fetishes.  As 
if, the aforementioned acts weren't depravity enough.  
We had to be human toilets, shit and piss on people, 
give people enemas, and allow people to give us enemas.  
They would stuff things up every one of our orifices, 
have us stuff things up their orifices etc.  
     One fat woman made regular visits every month. 
She claimed that there were health benefits to cleaning 
her vulva when she was having her period.  Since she 
also thought that douching was detrimental to her 
vaginal and cervical environments, she felt that the 
answer required oral cleansing of her organ.  
Naturally, she expected the cleansing to culminate in 
an orgasm.    
     On the first day of her period (the heaviest day 
of her menstrual cycle,) she would always have me lick 
her to climax.  On the next day, she would have Melina 
do it.  She would remove her tampon and stick it in one 
of my or Melina's nostrils.  Then she would climb onto 
our face and rock back and forth while having us lick 
her deeply, inside and out.  That was no small feat 
because we could hardly breathe with the tampon stuck 
in our nose, and her fat body covering our mouths.
     At first, it seemed unnatural to lick the clotting 
blood, which dripped from her snatch.  I didn't even 
like rare steak, not that I'd had much of that 
recently.  Even the taste of my own blood disgusted me.  
But the idea of swallowing someone else's blood seemed 
cannibalistic and savage.  Also, I believed that her 
extremely heavy periods were abnormal and perhaps even 
poisonous.  Then there were the semi solid clots, which 
were thick and stringy, and needed chewing before we 
could swallow them.  The first time, I had to do it; I 
threw up and spit the mess out, into and over her.  
This made her angry.  
     "You're getting that mess all over me."  She said.  
After I was done, she complained to Arline who 
disciplined me heavily after she left.  I never made 
that mistake again but the retching continued for quite 
a few sessions after that.  Eventually I got used to 
it, and performed the function without gagging.  
Sometimes Arline wound up not feeding us whether by 
oversight or by design and the woman's discharge and an 
occasional blowjob would be the only chow we got.  
     One day, her flow was heavier than usual.  I 
continued licking but the blood just kept on trickling 
out, more and more.  I stuck my tongue inside only to 
have it come back out covered with blood, and dense 
clots.  When I told her about it, she pulled her pussy 
lips wide apart.  Something solid about the size of an 
olive fell into my mouth.  I threw up.  
     The woman immediately yelled for Arline, who came 
into the room as mad as hell.  Arline said "Don't 
worry; I will discipline him for you.  And I'll give 
you a full refund..."  Then Arline stopped in mid 
sentence, speechless for a second.  She bent over and 
poked at something in the vomit with her finger.  It 
was a human fetus.  The woman had had a miscarriage 
while sitting on top of me.  
     I began throwing up profusely.  The woman had 
almost made me swallow a baby.  
     Arline called for an ambulance and they carried 
the woman away.  The woman did not show up for her 
appointment with Melina the next day.  (Imagine that)
Arline didn't castigate me for puking that one time.  
She also allowed me to clean up without insisting that 
I use my tongue.  "Thank you."  I said.  
     Some of the games people played involved having us 
dress up in children's clothes.  I found these games to 
be ironic, what with us being so young.  Often they 
would give us scripts to read in baby talk.  We would 
have to call them daddy, dada, mommy, mummy, mama etc.  
They would have us piss and or shit in diapers, and 
then give them blowjobs or cunnilingus or allow them to 
give us blowjobs or cunnilingus.  Often Arline would 
give Melina or me a peanut butter or yellow soft drink 
enema in preparation for a customer, to make the 
experience seem realistic.
     One woman had Melina dress up in diapers, and then 
had her suck on her breast.  When Melina did that, real 
mother's milk came out of her breast, which made Melina 
puke.  The woman wasn't mad, she just wiped the puke up 
then she put Melina's head over her shoulder, patted 
her on the back and said "Ohh, widdle baby have a 
burpee?"  
     When the games got too intense for us, Arline 
would warn us to satisfy the clients.  "The customer is 
always right."  She would say.  
     Sometimes when we didn't make the customer happy, 
Arline would threaten to sell us.  This terrified me 
down to my toes.  I never admitted it to Arline.  If 
Arline knew that this was my Achilles heel, she would 
use it against me to the fullest.  If Arline sold us, I 
didn't know what I would do.  I desperately didn't want 
to leave Melina, and I couldn't imagine what life would 
be like if things got worse.  
     I pretended to be defiant when Arline threatened 
to do that, confident she wouldn't sell her golden 
goose, but Melina would cry and plead with her not to 
do it.  "We'll be good."  Melina would say.  Then 
Melina would tell me to behave myself and not to 
provoke Arline.  I never was sure whether Arline meant 
what she said, so I would apologize too.  A round of 
punishment always followed this.
     A number of clients paid Arline to watch the 
forbidden act of sex between a brother and a sister.  
Don't ask me why.  These people didn't care to touch 
each other or either one of us, but instead preferred 
to watch us touch and have sex with each other.  Arline 
would tell them that we were both her children, but she 
would not tell them that we were actually step 
siblings, because that would spoil the mystique of the 
taboo act that they thought they were paying for.  
     Arline used to charge them a lot of money for the 
show, because in addition to charging for each of us, 
incest was a felony in our state.  To have us caught 
committing that act, Arline said, would put her in 
great jeopardy, and was therefore a great risk to her 
business and her freedom.  Arline would prepare us 
before the show, and warn us not to have any fun.  
"You're not here to enjoy yourselves."  She would 
caution us.  
     We didn't care.  Pretty simply stated, fucking for 
money was not stimulating for either of us.  We were 
seldom able to enjoy ourselves.  These were the only 
times we got to enjoy each other's charms any more, and 
we didn't care what Arline thought.  Being intimate 
with each other stimulated us and all of the other sex 
we had during the day was just work, and disgusting 
work at that.  Not to mention demeaning, debasing, 
demoralizing, defiling, degrading, despoiling, 
disgracing...,  you get the drift.
     After fucking out brains out, we would tell Arline 
that it was only an act put on for the audience.  
Arline might have noticed, if she gave a shit, that 
after the show, we were both sweaty, exhausted and 
satisfied.  She never did.


          End Part 14/56 Continued in part 15/56


        
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 15/56
Summary: Our hero meets someone who changes his life.  
Keywords: b,Tb1st,anal,tg
        
 
                    Trans Ending.  

     One day, a woman paid for my time.  She was tall, 
had long legs, extremely large, firm breasts, long 
blonde hair and a deep voice.  She had me suck on her 
breasts for a long time while she played with my penis 
stimulating me orally and manually, but she stopped 
whenever I came close to climaxing.  For most of the 
session, she did not remove her pants.  
     Whenever I began to bring my hand down to rub her 
groin, she would stop me and move my hand back to her 
neck, breasts, ears or ass.  I got the idea that she 
didn't want me to touch her there, so after repeated 
attempts, I stopped trying.  I figured she'd let me 
know when she was ready.     
     We kissed and our tongues danced between our 
mouths.  Certainly, the experience was not a negative 
one.  She was quite a good kisser and she certainly 
knew how to get a man hot, and hot I got.  Finally, she 
asked me to take her pants down.  She wasn't wearing 
bloomers.  After I removed her pants, her fully erect 
eight and a half-inch penis stuck out like the Empire 
State Building.  She caught me completely off guard, 
and all I could say was "wow."  
     After I recovered from the shock, I asked, "what 
do you want me to do with that?"
     "Leave it alone for now; I want you to fuck me 
first."  She said.  With that, she turned over on the 
bed and spread her ass cheeks apart.  I reached for the 
tube of lubricant, but she said "No.  Fuck me dry.  
Fuck me dry, and hard."  
     This was what the woman had paid Arline for, who 
was I to object, or condemn.  She said she wanted it 
"hard," so, I pounced on her and stuffed my penis deep 
onto her sphincter without allowing her an opportunity 
to distend.  I could feel the heat generated by 
friction as my cock chafed the inside of her asshole.  
     The woman screamed, and thinking I had hurt her, I 
almost stopped.  But then I realized that what the 
woman had actually screamed was a very loud "YYEESS."
     I began ramming my dick inside her and slamming my 
body down onto her.  The woman began to moan loudly, 
appreciatively, enthusiastically, and lustfully.  Her 
moaning got louder and faster, I continued to hammer 
away at her, following the beat of her vocalizations.  
This continued until finally, it reached a crescendo, 
she screamed and then she became still.  "Okay, you can 
stop now."  She sang playfully.  
     The woman turned face up and pointed to her penis.  
It was still projecting from her groin like a flagpole.  
Also, it was wet, apparently it had leaked, a lot.  
"Now, the question is, what do you want to do with 
this?"  She said stressing the "you" in the sentence as 
she spoke.
     "I'm here to serve."  I said.  "My butt is primed 
and ready to go, and I also give great head.  I can 
give you a hand job, if you want, but you'll probably 
enjoy one of the other options better.  We can even try 
something creative, if you like."  I paused for a 
moment, and then I said, "You know, I was surprised 
that you appeared to have an orgasm.  Is that what 
happened?  Can one really get an anal orgasm?" 
     The woman smiled and shook her head.  "Yes."  She 
said
     "Then if the offer is still good, I'd like to try 
doing that, if you don't mind."
     "Don't tell me you're a virgin," she said.
     "Not by a long shot," I said.  "But I realize now 
that I've always been too uptight" (So to speak.) "to 
enjoy one there."  
     "Well maybe not a virgin by the strictest 
definition, but, you're close enough.  Let me lead you 
to the Promised Land, honey."  She said.  "Lie down, 
relax, and let it come naturally."  (So to speak.)  
"Uh... do you need some lube?"
     "Thank you for asking," I said pointing to the 
tube.  "Most people aren't that courteous."  I turned 
over and held my breath. 
     "You should breathe, it's important."  She said.  
"And relax.  I'm going to go slowly and gently, because 
this is your first time.  I want you to have the best 
experience possible.  Are you ready?"  She asked.
     "Okay."  I answered breathing deeply and relaxing.
     The woman placed a dab of goo on my back door, 
then, she got on top of me gently, keeping her weight 
almost entirely on her knees and elbows.  I could 
barely feel her as she delicately entered my anus.  
Slowly, I felt her gradually increasing her 
penetration, going deeper and deeper, until finally I 
could feel her abdomen against my back and her balls 
dangling on the back of my legs.  
     Without ever putting her weight entirely on me, 
she began pumping her penis, in and out of my butt 
hole, slowly at first, then increasing in speed as my 
breathing accelerated.  She played her instrument like 
a musician, perfectly in time to the beat of my 
respiration.  I could feel the pressure building up 
inside me as I began moaning uncontrollably.  Then 
suddenly, I felt a release of the pressure as the 
middle of my body exploded and I experienced electric 
energy across the entirety of my body, in addition to a 
peasant warmth in my rectum which I recognized as her 
ejaculating into my cavity.  
     Without ever imposing her weight on me, the woman 
climbed carefully off me and stroked me affectionately 
on my face.  "What did you think, honey?"  She asked.  
     "Wow."  I said for the second time, "I should have 
Arline pay you, instead of the other way around."
     "I'm okay with that,"  She said.
     "I wish."  I responded.  "It's not okay with 
Arline.  She'll be furious if she finds out that you 
got me off like that.  She'll beat me."  I tried to 
sound like I was joking, but without warning, the woman 
looked deep into my eyes and stared, point blank, at my 
soul.  
     When she released me from the "eye-lock," she 
seemed deeply concerned.  Her eyes softened as she 
looked at my face again.  "You were telling the 
truth about the beating, weren't you?" 
     As I looked back at her, the clouds on my brain 
condensed and rainwater began welling up in my eyes.  I 
realized that I should have kept my mouth shut.  I 
turned away.  "I was just joking," I said.  
     I shouldn't have bothered trying to lie to her.  
The words choking in my throat only proved her point.  
"You should leave now, I think; your time is up."  I 
said.  
     "I too, was beaten when I was young."  She said.  
"The wounds are gone now, but the scars never healed.  
You can't see them anymore but trust me they're still 
there.  I carry them with me wherever I go.  I can help 
you if you ask me."  
      I shook my head, "no."  "Please go now.  Thanks for 
your patronage.  Have a nice day."  I said, silently 
weeping while wiping my tears away.
     "I understand."  She said.  "Here's my card.  If 
you ever change your mind, or if you ever need someone 
to talk to, call me.  Call me anytime, understand?"  I 
nodded my head.  Then she left.
     I stashed the card away in some safe place, but 
afterward, I was unable to find it.  There would be 
quite a few times when I wished I had been more careful 
with that card. 


          End Part 15/56 Continued in part 16/56

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