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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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<2nd attachment, "War And Piece 12 of 56.txt" begin>
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.
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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.
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<5th attachment, "War And Piece 15 of 56.txt" begin>
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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