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From: Victor Yarrow <yarrowv@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {Norm DaPlume} New novel:War And Piece parts: 21 thru 25 (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: 21/56
Summary: Our hero comes to terms with masochism.
Keywords: F/b,bd,sm,ds
 
                   Pain Is For Play.  

     Arline caused me lots of pain.  Because she so 
frequently would have sex with me following such 
encounters, I learned to associate the pain with sex.  
Arline would beat me and I would find myself aroused in 
spite of the obvious negative ramifications of the 
session.  Something about the stinging of my rear end 
after a caning or the burning of my back, genitals or 
breasts following an abusive rendezvous with her, made 
me hot and hard.  
     If Arline chose not to have sex with me after a 
session of tormenting, or if she didn't allow me to 
reach climax because she forced me to eat her out or 
something similar, I would be erect for as long as it 
took for the pain to go away, sometimes longer.  This 
could take hours, and Arline was able to use the 
response to prep me for a session of straight sex with 
some of her less attractive customers, who otherwise 
might not hold my interest.  
     Pain began to become a foreplay stimulus for me 
and eventually, even the mention of a caning or other 
torture could stimulate my arousal.  
     At night, I would think about episodes with Arline 
and I would be up late into the morning erect.  
Sometimes I would make up adventures with her and they 
would keep me warm, long into the night.  I began 
inventing newer and more painful ways in which I could 
enjoy her company.  Sometimes I would tell Arline about 
them.  If she liked the idea, she would please me by 
doing those things to me.  
 


          End Part 21/56 Continued in part 22/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 22/56
Summary: The man with the gun returnes.  He rapes and
tortures Arline.  He threatens to torture our hero.
Keywords: M/F,humil,rape,anal,bd,nc,sad,tort,viol,
Mg,piv

             Arline "Man's" Up. (Part 1)

     Arline answered the door.  There, holding his gun 
was the guy who had raped Arline and Melina and 
assaulted us all.  By the time Arline realized who it 
was, it was too late.  The guy kicked the front door in 
and locked it from the inside.  Then he forced Arline 
into the parlor at gunpoint.  As usual, we were tied 
spread eagle, naked in our beds.  Melina was on her 
back and I was on my stomach with my ass up.   
     He waved the gun at Arline and pointed to the 
sawhorse.  Then he demanded she straddle the long beam, 
and to lean over.  He tied her ankles to the legs of 
the horse.  Arline's legs were shorter than the 
supports of the sawhorse, so her weight was now fully 
supported by the crossbeam, with her chest and crotch 
firmly against the saw teeth, which made up the beam.  
     Next, the guy tied her wrists to the front legs of 
the device.  Arline was now as helpless as we were, and 
was no doubt in more pain.  
     The guy walked out of the room and left the house.  
He came back carrying a green cloth gym bag.  He set 
the bag down and then pulled a long, ugly hunting knife 
out of the bag.  When he unsheathed the knife and stood 
over Arline, I began to worry.  I was afraid that this 
time, he was going to carve us all up.  Weeks, maybe 
even months from now, people were going to read about 
us in the newspaper after finding our dead bodies still 
tied up as we were.  
     The guy stuck the knife into the back of Arline's 
pants.  He pulled up on the knife and it easily cut 
through her belt.  Then he replaced the knife in her 
pants and began moving the knife down cutting the seam 
of Arline's pants down to the crossbeam.  Slowly, piece 
by piece, he cut the fabric of her pants until he had 
removed all of the material covering her buttocks.  
     Next, he pulled the knife down each pants leg and 
cut off the material there.  As he continued 
meticulously cutting off Arline's pants, he cut around 
the ropes that bound her legs.  He then pulled out all 
of the strips of material lying between her and the 
sawhorse.  
     Starting at her collar, the guy next cut the 
fabric of Arline's blouse from her body.  Going down 
her back and arms, and pulling out the cloth underneath 
her.       
     After the guy had finished removing her slacks and 
shirt, Arline was still wearing her panties and bra.  
The guy then stepped back to admire his work.  He sat 
down on Melina's bed and smiled.  
     The guy put the knife down and began to rub his 
privates for a while.   
     Next, he took the knife and went back to Arline.  
He stuck the knife violently into Arline's panties.  I 
was afraid for a moment that he had stabbed her.  
Instead, the guy cut away her panties exposing her 
buttocks, he then cut the elastic material at the sides 
of her legs and pulled the remaining cloth away.  
Arline was now naked on the bottom, with her posterior 
well exposed. 
     The guy wasn't done.  He removed the straps, which 
secured Arline's bra, and pulled the material there 
away.  Arline was now completely naked, except for a 
few strips of clothing underneath the ropes.  She was 
helplessly trussed up, supported painfully with her 
weight on the saw-toothed crossbeam.    
     The guy now undressed pausing to rub Arline's ass 
cheeks several times.
     When he was finally nude, the guy grabbed Arline's 
ass cheeks and pinched them.  Then he pulled the cheeks 
apart and spit on her back door.  Next, he violently 
stuck his dick inside her asshole hilt deep.  Arline 
moaned in pain.  While this was a fairly common 
occurrence for Melina and me, Arline who actually 
considered herself our manager, did not participate in 
her business, so she actually had never, at least to 
our knowledge, been buggered before.
     Then the guy climbed up on top of Arline and 
grabbed her roughly by the breasts, using them as 
handles, for balance while fucking her in the ass.  The 
guy's weight now was fully supported by Arline's body.  
As the guy began gyrating his hips, Arline began 
straining to breathe.  The guy was after all crushing 
her lungs against the saw-toothed crossbeam.  This went 
on for more time than I could stand.  I was afraid 
Arline was going to suffocate or have her ribs broken.  
Finally, the guy ejaculated deep inside Arline's rectum 
with a deep, satisfied sigh, and he got off her.  
     Arline gagged.  "You bastard, your children are 
going to die helplessly in my asshole," she said 
caustically. 
     The guy did not respond.  Instead, he placed his 
hand on Arline's neck and drew it slowly down her back 
stopping at her ass.  Then he drew his hand back and 
spanked Arline hard on the seat making a loud smack.  
Taken by surprise, Arline screamed for a second, and 
then she regained her composure.  The guy whispered 
something in her ear.  
     "What?"  Arline asked.  
     "You heard me bitch," said the guy.
     "There isn't any," said Arline.  
     "We'll see about that," said the guy.  With that, 
he slapped her again on the bottom this time making an 
even louder Smack.  Arline's body shook in response to 
the blow but this time she didn't make a sound.  
     "So, you think you're tough.  We'll get it out of 
you.  You might as well talk now 'cause it's going to 
be a long night otherwise.  I'm going to enjoy this.  
But you won't."  Arline didn't respond and the guy went 
to the bag.  To my surprise, the guy pulled a switch 
about the same size as Arline's, out of the bag.  
     "Let's start by softening you up."  The guy said.  
With that, he swung the lash viciously against Arline's 
behind, making the same "thwack" Arline makes on mine.  
Arline's body shook as much as one can while being tied 
up to a sawhorse, but again she said nothing.  The guy 
took the cane and drew it across four more times in 
succession.  
     Not only did Arline not scream or say anything, 
but this time, her body hardly moved.  The guy said "I 
can do this all day long, you know."  Arline did not 
respond.  
     I was proud of her.  Arline was taking the 
punishment "like a man."  (In only one way.)  I 
wondered if I could be as valiant under the same 
circumstances.  Normally I yelled when Arline beat me, 
but mostly I yelled to make Arline feel she was getting 
to me.  I'd learned that I could be silent when Arline 
beat me, but that only made Arline angrier, so I used 
to scream to appease her.  When she beat me however, my 
body did react.  I wondered how Arline managed to switch
off the pain.  
     The guy struck her numerous times apparently 
aiming his blows at the same location on her posterior.  
The lash kept landing on the same spot, which became 
more red, swollen and painful with each blow.  Each 
time he brought the lash down, he said "Where is it."  
     Arline would answer, "There isn't any."  Or "Where 
is what?"
     "Okay, that does it.  I've tried to be nice, but 
you just don't appreciate it.  I guess I'm going to 
have to take off the kid gloves now.  The guy removed 
the gloves he was wearing.  (Apparently, he was 
actually wearing kid gloves.)  The guy went to his bag 
and put the gloves and the switch inside.  Then he took 
a propane torch out of his bag and a metal rod about 
two feet long and three eighths of an inch wide.  He 
lit the blowtorch and placed the end of the metal rod 
into the flame of the torch.  "Are you sure you want to 
go through with this?" the guy asked.  
     "I don't know what you're talking about."  Arline 
said.
     The guy heated the rod until it was red-hot.  The 
guy held the end about an inch from Arline's nose and 
said "Where is it?"  
     Arline screamed, "Where is what?"  
     With that, the guy took the rod, still red-hot, 
and placed the end of it against Arline's ass below the 
buttock where the leg joins the cheek.  The rod made a 
searing sound like eggs when thrown into a hot pan.  
Unlike the switch the guy had used, this made Arline 
lurch forward and scream.  The air became filled with 
the smell of charcoal broil.  "I don't have it," she 
screamed at the top of her voice. 
     "You're going to tell me eventually."  He 
screamed.  "Why don't you save yourself all this pain 
and heartache, and tell me what I want to know now?"  
Once again, Arline did not respond.  
     The guy reheated the rod and when it was red-hot, 
he again held it in front of Arline's face.  "Tell me 
what I want to know."  He yelled.  
     "There is no money."  Arline said, slowly and 
distinctly.  
     This time the guy took the poker and placed it 
against Arline's dangling breast.  Arline screamed 
again.  She jerked forward so hard that the sawhorse 
swayed, but the ropes had her bound unyieldingly. 
     The guy picked up the rod and began heating the 
end again.  When the rod got red-hot, the guy looked at 
her.  Arline stared back coldly.  "Well?" He said. 
Arline didn't respond.  "I always wanted to do this," 
the guy said.  With that, the guy took the red-hot 
poker and shoved it up Arline's asshole.  
     This time the rod made a sound like a long loud 
fart.  Arline jerked forward so hard, the frame almost 
fell down.  The air filled with smoke and a smell like 
a combination of roasted pork and burning shit.  Arline 
screamed at the top of her lungs again.  "Fuck you, pig 
snot."  She yelled.  Then she began throwing up.  The 
retching continued long after the contents of her 
stomach had emptied.  
     Steam was still rising from the metal rod lodged 
in Arline's butt hole.  The guy pulled it out 
violently.  Arline screamed loudly in response.  Then 
the guy asked "Well?"  He waited for a response.  
Arline did not respond.  She just lay there panting in 
shallow breaths, making a sound a little like a hissing 
snake.  
     "That does it.  I can see that I'm going to have 
to use more extreme measures."  Said the guy.  I tried 
to imagine what could possibly be more extreme than 
sticking a red-hot poker up someone's ass.
     The guy climbed on top of Melina and began fucking 
her, and while he was doing this he grabbed her nipples 
and pinched and twisted them.  Melina breathed heavily, 
moaned and then screamed as he did this.  After about 
two minutes, the guy said "Don't make them pay for your 
stubbornness, tell me what I want to know."  
     The guy continued fucking and pinching Melina.  
Melina continued wincing, moaning and screaming.  This 
continued for what seemed like an eternity.  Finally, 
the guy climaxed and got up.  "That was great."  He 
said.  "One of the best fucks I've ever had.  I love 
this.  It's really getting my juices flowing."  He 
looked at Melina.  "Can you feel my juices flowing?"  
He asked mockingly.  
     Then the guy started heating up the metal rod 
again.  "Well?"  He said to Arline.  Arline continued 
panting, but did not reply.  
     This time, the guy walked up to me with the red-
hot poker and held it by my prone ass.  I could feel 
the heat coming off from it, on my ass cheeks.  "Stop."  
I said, "Please don't do this."  I cried.  
     "Well?"  Said the guy to Arline again.  
     "Okay," shouted Arline.  "I'll have to show you."  
She said. 
     The guy put down the rod and turned off the 
blowtorch.  "No tricks or we'll get to continue where 
we left off."  The guy got dressed.  He grabbed the gun 
then he untied Arline.  Arline got her bathrobe out of 
the closet.  She walked slowly, with great distress.  
The two of them walked out of the room while Melina and 
I held our breath.  
     Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" sound from the 
somewhere in the house.  Melina and I reckoned that it 
had to be his gun, and waited in fear for the guy who 
most certainly was coming to kill the witnesses.


          End Part 22/56 Continued in part 23/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 23/56
Summary: Everybody has to deal with the man with 
the gun.  Our hero and Melina have some hard core 
romance. Everybody eats a strange breakfast.
Keywords: bg,bd,inc,sm,fdom,cbt,ds,anal,oral,piv,
vore,Fb



             Arline "Man's" Up. (Part 2)

     To our great relief it was Arline, who walked 
slowly and painfully into the room, alive.  She was 
carrying the guy's gun.  
     Slowly she untied Melina's hands.  Then she tried 
to sit down on Melina's bed.  She immediately got back 
up and climbed up so that she could lie down "We have 
work to do.  Untie your brother.  Then get dressed."  
She said.  
     Melina untied her own legs, released my bonds and 
we got dressed.  Arline got up.  She had us follow her 
into her bedroom.  Arline walked slowly and 
deliberately, her knees kept bumping into each other as 
she walked.  There on the carpet in the bedroom, was 
the guy, lying on the floor, in a pool of blood.  
Arline did her best to sound cool and calm, but there 
was obviously great distress in her voice.  
     "We have to clean this all up before the police 
wind up coming here.  I'm not going to be able to help 
you do that."  Arline got down on her bed face down and 
began dictating instructions to us.  She instructed us 
to remove the guy along with the rug on which he was 
lying and pull him out of the house into the back yard.  
Next, she told us to dig a hole and bury him in it.  
     This took quite a while.  Though Melina and I each 
had a shovel, there were tons of roots in the soil, 
which slowed us down.  Eventually though, we had dug a 
hole about three-feet deep and five feet long in the 
soil.  
     We dropped the guy in the hole, and we discovered 
to our dismay, that the guy was six-feet tall and 
wouldn't fit in the five-foot hole we had dug.  We dug 
the hole a foot longer and put him face down in the 
dirt.  His knees, which kept popping up at first, now 
were able to fit in the hole and at last, we were 
finally able to bury him.  By the time, we finished 
burying him the sun had set.  
     Then Arline instructed us to burn the bloodstained 
rug on which he had died.  This was not easy; the rug 
wouldn't burn by itself so we needed to start a wood 
fire to generate enough heat to destroy it.
     There was blood on the walls, over the floor 
and on much of the furniture, so we had to clean 
these up too.  The sun had begun to rise by the time we 
finished doing this.  Arline had fallen asleep.  We 
decided not to wake her. 
     Melina and I were about to go to our rooms, but 
then we realized that we were free for the first time 
in weeks.  We went into my room because it had clean 
sheets.  I slowly undressed Melina and she did me.  My 
skin rubbed against hers and hers against mine.  I'd 
forgotten how soft Melina was.  It felt good.  I rubbed 
her breasts and sucked on her nipples. I ran my fingers 
down her chest and stomach.  She placed her arms around 
my body and hugged me.  We kissed for the first time in 
months.  
     It was then that I remembered how person after 
person had used Melina, violated her, defiled her, 
soiled her, forced her to give them blowjobs and 
swallow their seamen.  I became disgusted and removed 
my tongue from her mouth.  I started gagging and 
pushed her away.  
     "What's the matter?"  She asked.  
     "I don't know." I lied.  "I'm just not in the 
mood I guess."  I was ashamed of myself.  I realized 
that I was no better than the fucking johns who 
called upon us and thought of us as dirty, polluted, 
disease carrying tramps.  I turned away from Melina 
and started crying.  
     "Are you crying?"  Melina asked me.  I just kept 
crying, I couldn't look at her.  
     "I'm sorry."  I said.  "It's just today's events.  
I was so scared that we were going to wind up dead.  
Please let's just go to bed and I'm sure everything 
will be all right tomorrow."  
     I was lying.  The aftermath of the day's crisis 
had left me drained, and stressed, but that wasn't 
actually, what was bothering me.  
     Melina turned over placed her lips around my penis 
"Let's see if we can't get beyond that horrible 
memory."  She whispered.  Then she sat down on my face 
with her love nest over my mouth, and began giving me 
head.  Instead of evoking an erection, Melina's 
endeavor resulted in a complete failure.  My penis 
inverted trying to hide inside my body.  
     What actually was bothering me was the thought of 
patron after patron shooting scum into Melina's dark 
hole, how the guy with the gun had just raped her, and 
now she had that horrible, garbage can filled with 
rotting things over my mouth.  Even though people had 
been doing much the same thing to me, repeatedly, 
during the past couple of months, I couldn't see my way 
past what now seemed to be wanton, deviant behavior on 
her part.  Melina seemed dirty to me, and I couldn't 
stand the idea of sucking on the part of her, which by 
now must surely be polluted.  "Why," I thought 
"Couldn't she be clean like Arline?"       
     That was it, I realized, I was in love with 
Arline.  After all the episodes with Arline, I had 
become enthralled with her.  I pushed Melina away.  
Melina looked down depressed.  She stopped and thought 
for a few moments.  Then she brightened up and said "I 
know what you need."  
     She got off the bed and went to the closet.  She 
removed some things and threw them on the bed.  I 
recognized Arline's ropes and my restraint belt.  
Melina tightened the restraint belt to my waist and 
secured my wrists.  When she was satisfied that I was 
securely bound, she tied me spread eagle to the bed 
face down.  Melina went back into the closet and 
removed her own switch.  
     Melina sat back down on the bed with her snatch 
under my head and smacked me gently on the ass with her 
lash five times.  "You're going to pleasure me like 
I've never been satisfied before."  With that, she 
brought the lash down on my ass again.  I wasn't 
convinced.  Melina struck me again, harder this time, 
five more times.  "You will do this."  She said.  I 
still wasn't convinced.  Melina brought the lash down 
even harder than before "Stick your tongue out, you 
fairy."  She said.  I continued to resist
     This time when Melina struck me, she did it harder 
than Arline did.  Now, Melina was sending waves of pain 
flowing over my body, and sending a strong message to 
my libido the way Arline did.  Out came my tongue, 
once, twice, I stopped.  
     Melina got down from the bed, went back to the 
closet and got something out.  Then she got back on the 
bed and moved her pussy under my mouth again.  "You are 
going to please me," she said.  She had gotten out a 
long, stout vibrating dildo.  She turned it on and 
pounded it, unlubricated into my back door.  The dildo 
didn't go in far, but it made its point.  My ass 
reflexively squeezed my cheeks together from the pain.  
     Melina began working the dildo deeper and deeper 
into my anus.  It was dry and a particularly thick 
dildo and the pain from it was sensational.  I started 
licking her more and more.  When the dildo wouldn't go 
in any further, she took her fist and pounded on it.  I 
continued licking and sucking on her.  
     Melina was now rocking back and forth and I had 
slowed down some.  "I didn't say you could stop, you 
faggot."  With that, she grabbed the switch and began 
beating me in time to her undulations.  She was 
striking me forcibly and it was burning me.  I worked 
frantically, stuck my tongue in deeper, sucked harder, 
and moved faster, and finally Melina began to cry out 
in ecstasy.  This went on for a long time while she 
continued to beat me.  
     I continued to work on her, harder than I had with 
any of the clients, even harder than I did with Arline, 
harder than I had ever done before, and she kept caning 
me.  Finally, she stopped with a long sigh and let the 
lash go.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssss!"  She said.  
Then she got out from under me and sat on the edge of 
the bed for a short time while she recovered.  
     After her respiration returned to normal, Melina 
untied me and then retied me face up with my legs 
together.  I was still wearing the wrist restraint and 
the dildo was still stuck up my butt-hole.  It was a 
long one and when she laid me on my back, the end of it 
which stuck out against the mattress, put pressure deep 
inside me.  The lash marks were also still burning me 
and I now had a fine erection.  
     Melina went to the closet and removed a thin piece 
of sisal rope.  She tied it tightly around my balls, at 
about its midpoint.  Then she climbed on her knees, on 
top of me and began moving her hips up and down.  I had 
forgotten how very petite Melina's vagina was.  She was 
such a small person after all, and now she was 
clenching me firmly in her grasp.  It felt good.  
     My ass was burning, my dick felt encased firmly in 
velvet, I was being stretched to the limit against my 
colon and prostate gland and at last, I was enjoying 
myself.  Melina bent over and kissed me.  "God, why did 
she have to do that?"  I thought.  My dick shrank and 
fell out of her.  It lay down and surrendered.  
     With that, Melina smacked me in the face firmly 
with her open hand.  Then she shoved my dick back 
inside her and pulled forcibly on the strings she had 
tied around my balls.  A downpour of pain rolled across 
my body and my penis returned to attention.  Melina 
tied the string around her neck and began to move up 
and down on top of me.  As she did so, the string 
loosened and tightened up on my balls, and the dildo 
exerted and released pressure against my colon.  Melina 
did not try to kiss me again.  
     Melina was by now highly skilled at pleasing 
gentlemen and was quite intuitive.  She was doing a 
sensational job of making me happy.  It was taking me a 
long time to reach orgasm, and she was toiling away.  
With that string around my balls, though, I was quite 
rigid and she returned to climax mode several times 
while she worked me over.     
     Finally, I climaxed deep inside of Melina spewing 
at least a quart of sperm into her cervix.  (Well, it 
felt like a quart.)  It was the first time I had come 
inside of her since our virgin encounter, long ago.  
"Mmmmmmmmmm."  She said.  Then she fell in a heap on 
top of me.  We fell asleep that way for quite a while.  
Then we heard Arline calling us from her bedroom.  
     It took a while for Melina to release me, and for 
us to get dressed.  By the time we got into Arline's 
room, she was infuriated.  Based upon the distasteful 
look on her face, it was obvious that Arline had 
guessed what had transpired between us.  At first, it 
seemed as though Arline was handling our indiscretions 
well.  We realized, however, that since she couldn't 
leave the bed without assistance, she was not in a 
position to discipline us.   
     Arline didn't look too good; her face was sullen 
and bleak.  Her voice was low and unsteady.  It was 
obvious that she was in a lot of pain.  Arline lay 
there motionless except for her lips, "I'm going to 
need your help running the house and getting around for 
the next couple of weeks."
     Melina excused herself and went to the kitchen.  
She came back with a plastic bag from the freezer 
filled with what appeared to be frozen meat.  She 
handed it to Arline and we inspected the contents.  
Arline brightened up slightly and I smiled when we 
recognized that in the bag was the guy with the gun's 
dick and balls.  "It's a trophy," said Melina.  "We 
should hang it over the mantle.  It's his head.  Get 
it?"
     Arline said "We can't have evidence like that 
lying around.  We have to destroy it.  Let's have it 
with some eggs for breakfast."  Melina cheered at the 
suggestion.  Push comes to shove, I was ready to do 
anything Arline asked us to do, but I was sure I would 
have preferred ham with my eggs.  
     Arline asked "There isn't any more evidence like 
that lying around here, is there?"  
     "No." said Melina.  "We buried him with all his 
clothes, and then we burned the rug he bled on."  I 
stayed with Arline.  Melina went into the kitchen to 
prepare breakfast.  Arline and I could hear Melina 
singing in the kitchen.  There was the sound of pans 
clanging and a distinct sound of something frying.  
     A short while later, Melina returned from the 
kitchen with a tray with three plates on it.  She 
distributed the plates; there was buttered toast, 
scrambled eggs, and as she had promised and some kind 
of diced meat in a cream sauce sprinkled generously 
with cracked pepper.  I took a forkful of the eggs and 
watched as everybody else took some of the eggs too.  
Then we each took a bite of the toast.
     Finally, Arline broke the ice.  She took a 
generous forkful of the meat and placed it into her 
mouth.  Melina and I watched in silence.  Arline chewed 
and chewed.  Finally, she swallowed, with an audible 
gulp.  "Not... bad." she said, sounding somewhat 
nauseated.  "It's a little tough in spots, but 
definitely not bad with the pepper."  
     Then it was Melina's turn.  She took a forkful.  
"There appear to be four distinct types of meat."  She 
said, chewing slowly.  "One is very tender, the other 
three are very tough, but they're all quite...  uh...  
different."  
     Then it was my turn.  "Uh...  Nice day out."  I 
responded.  Arline gave me one of her looks.  "We're 
going to have to destroy all of the evidence," she 
reminded me, "Don't make me have to tell you again."  
She said.  "Do you want Melina to put some excrement 
into it?"  We all laughed.   
     I took a small forkful and chewed.  "The head 
tastes best."  I said.  "Maybe a little like sausage."
     We all finished our breakfasts, including the 
meat.  I couldn't help feeling a little ghoulish about 
eating it.  
     In that we all appeared a little nauseated; 
I couldn't resist the urge.  I asked Melina if there 
were seconds.  When Melina replied affirmatively, 
Arline and I looked a little sick.  Then she said "More 
of the eggs, that is."  Everybody laughed again.  
     Slowly the shock of the prior day's events wore 
off and life returned to normal at the house.  (That is 
to say normal for our house.)  However, we all had 
nightmares for weeks afterwards, especially Arline.  
Arline required a great deal of maintenance from us not 
to mention lots of TLC.  I would empty her bedpan 
which Arline required several times a day, grateful 
to not be required to consume its contents.  
     Her stools were loose and were followed by 
bleeding from her rectum for a while following each 
shit, but we could tell she was getting better because 
the bleeding tapered off as time went on.  Shitting 
wasn't comfortable for Arline.  Whenever she took a 
shit, she'd scream, "That fucking bastard, I wish I'd 
strangled him instead of just shooting him."  Or "We 
should have cut his genitals off before I killed him."
     Sometimes I'd hug her when she shit because she'd 
tremble so, and I didn't like seeing her in pain.  
Afterward, I'd run my fingers through her hair, kiss 
her on the lips and pet her affectionately until the 
worst of the pain was passed.  Melina was surprised 
that I could show so much affection towards Arline 
after being tormented by her so many times.  I told her 
that I felt Arline needed some slack in order to 
recover from the traumatic events of that day.  That I 
was only acting therapeutically to provide a healthy 
environment.  
     The truth was, I loved Arline and a part of my 
soul got burned out when the guy with the gun tortured 
her, I felt I might never recover.  My love for Melina 
was becoming stronger all the time, but it was also 
becoming more platonic by the day.  Arline was holding 
my heart.  
     Arline's other injuries also took care.  I placed 
and removed bandages and antibiotics on her wounds and 
slowly, they got better.  In the end, however, they 
left nasty scars on her breast and buttock and Arline 
never wore a bikini again.    
     After she was tortured Arline felt she had gotten 
somewhat cooked inside.  As a result, she did not wish 
for me to have straight sex with her for fear that I 
might dislodge something.  Arline would never consider 
giving me oral sex; even intercourse using the 
missionary method was beneath her dignity.  She only 
considered doing it in cases of extreme emergency, or 
if she felt like it.  
     In retrospect I realize that I had very few 
sessions with her during which I actually achieved an 
orgasm, and then only external to her body.  Arline was 
unnaturally afraid of sperm.  That's kind of an unusual 
trait for a nymphomaniac.  I wondered how she came to 
have Melina.  Even when she masturbated me, which was 
almost never, she would remove her hand before I 
ejaculated, much to my frustration.  
     Just because Arline was infirmed, didn't mean she 
didn't get horny from time to time, in fact often.  The 
injuries she had received did not impede her 
nymphomaniac nature at all.  Often, Arline would call 
me to her room and wave the switch, beckoning me to lie 
down next to her where she could reach me.  
     I would lay down next to her, cuddly like and she 
would beat me with the lash repeatedly until her arm 
got tired.  Then she would spread her legs apart and 
say "Do me."  I would lie between her legs, stick my 
tongue in her love nest and do my thing, gently 
cleansing the entire area and stimulating the areas she 
liked done.  We had been intimate together for quite 
some time and I was skilled at pleasing her.  I loved 
tasting what I called my favorite flavor, which got 
better the deeper I went.  
     I'd start by massaging her breasts, then cleansing 
her outer lips rinsing her hair trying to straighten 
them out as best I could.  Then I'd work on cleansing 
her inner lips, outside and then inside, gently 
stimulating them with my tongue being careful not to 
over stimulate them.  
     From there, I'd stick my tongue inside and begin 
removing the slimy fluids, which were my favorite part, 
all the while kneading her breasts.  Then I would pull 
her outer lips apart with my hands allowing me even 
deeper access to the farthest reaches of her honey 
hole.  
     Soon, Arlene would moan and move her hips, rocking 
back and forth.  That would be my cue to begin darting 
my tongue along the front of her vagina going from as 
far back as I could go, attempting to lick her cervix, 
running along her g-spot, to her clitoris, which used 
to swell up significantly, both in width and length, 
and then go back inside.  At that point, she would be 
pushing her pelvis into my face, and squeaking.  If I 
didn't suck the fluids out at that point, they would 
start dripping.  Arline would get angry if her sheets 
were wet afterward, so I had to be careful not to 
spill.  I didn't mind doing that at all.  Soon she 
would be squeaking, then "ohh, ohh, ohhing."  Then she 
would start making that long, loud "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" 
sound which meant that she was enjoying herself.
     This would go on for as long as Arline could 
maintain it, and Arline could maintain it for a long 
time.  I made the mistake of stopping once before she 
was done, and was very, very sorry.  After that, no 
matter how tired I got, no matter how cramped my 
tongue, lips or jaw got, no matter how long she took, I 
never stopped until she either finished or pushed me 
away.  Usually it was the latter. 

          End Part 23/56 Continued in part 24/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 24/56
Summary: Our heros try to run the business themselves.  
Keywords: b,g


             Arline Gives Us The Business.  

     After the hot poker injured her, Arline was 
bedridden for weeks.  During that time, Melina and I 
needed to run the family business.  
     At first, Melina said she needed a vacation, so we 
decided that we would let Melina manage the business 
and let me service the clients, but almost immediately, 
business slacked off.  Without Melina, nobody was that 
excited by me no matter what service I offered.  But 
with Melina working the business, clients seemed more 
interested, even the gay clients.  For some reason 
having a naked pubescent female available to feast 
their eyes upon made people more excited, even if they 
were only going to play with me. (Imagine that.) 
     Melina said she understood, and went back to work.  
It turned out that a majority of business was for her 
anyway, and besides she commanded a higher price for 
men than I did.  Even though I got more money for doing 
women, there were not as many female customers for me 
as there were male customers for Melina.  This was 
fortunate because I could only satisfy so many women a 
day anyhow.
     Arline would phone around and drum up customers, 
and then Melina and I would service them.  Since Arline 
was unable to tie us up in her trademarked manner, 
Melina and I got to run around free.  Unless, that is, 
when the customer specifically asked for one of us to 
be tied up.  In that case, whoever was to be free would 
tie the other one of us up.  
     Melina and I discovered a secret knot that would 
allow us to free ourselves if need be.  That way if 
whoever was free also wound up being tied up, by a 
client for example, we could escape in case they left 
both of us tied up when they left.  That happened 
several times.  People thought it was funny to leave us 
that way.  It never occurred to them that we all might 
starve to death if left that way.  
     Several times, when I thought I was being treated 
unfairly, I considered using the escape.  I was able 
however, to resist the temptation to free myself and 
then slam a bookend into the client's head beating him 
or her senseless or dead.  



          End Part 24/56 Continued in part 25/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 25/56
Summary: Melina does some excellent research.  
She puts what she learns to practice.
Keywords:g,M/g,anal,oral

 
               Practice Makes Perfect.

     Over the course of time, Melina and I found that 
the internet was a great source of information on 
sexuality and lovemaking of all kinds.  We read a great 
deal on the subject and during the months of practice, 
we became experts on it.  
     Soon we could please just about anybody in any 
manner the person wanted, providing any service they 
wished.  Unlike most professionals in just about every 
endeavor of life, regardless of what we were doing, 
Melina and I derived tremendous gratification from 
pleasing our customers.  I guess it might have had 
something to do with Arline never being satisfied with 
anything we did.  Besides, Pleasing customers was our 
business.  
     Having a customer thank us after doing a thorough 
job was more satisfying than getting paid for doing it.  
Actually we never got any of the money anyway.  
Gratitude was also more important to us than achieving 
some orgasm we might or might not have gotten out of 
doing it.  Not that fucking with strangers is much of a 
turn on anyway.  Our customers were grateful, but not 
considerate in that matter.  Once they were done, ready 
or not, the ride was over.
     We loved happy customers.  One thing Arline didn't 
make Melina and me do, was rush.  We were therefore 
able to do the best jobs we could, and take pride on 
our work.  (At least as much as one could take pride in 
fucking people for money.) 
     I was given to understand by some of our regular 
customers that other whorehouses did not believe in 
this.  The prostitutes at other massage parlors were 
expected to get patrons in and out as fast as they 
could and therefore they were not motivated to do a 
thorough or satisfying job.  
     As a result, our business grew rapidly, both by 
word of mouth (Literally.) and with many repeat 
customers.  Arline might not have been the best 
parent, but she had a good head (Literally) for 
business, and cared for our fledgling business well.


 
                 A Good Head For Business.

     Melina had found that one of the secrets to giving 
a great blowjob was proper foreplay.  She knew that 
women liked foreplay, but found out that men 
appreciated it too.  The first thing she did was to 
take control of the situation.  Before she ever began 
sucking on someone's dick she would stimulate him until 
he was fully aroused.  This made it easier on her mouth 
and tongue and such.  
     Not that she had any objection to working hard 
with her mouth, tongue, lips and jaw to satisfy 
patrons.  Melina was a conscientious worker and 
satisfying Arline's clients was more important to her 
than it was, even to Arline, because Melina thought it 
made the experience more rewarding for the customers.  
     Melina smiled at the customer warmly to make him 
feel comfortable, she took a rubber band and tied her 
hair into a ponytail behind her head.  
     "Why'd you do that?  I won't come on it, I love 
your hair." The customer said.
     "I did that so you can watch me."  Melina replied 
still smiling warmly.  "Most men  are curious, and 
 find it a turn on to watch.  And don't worry, you 
probably won't get to come on it.  But do you want 
me to let it down again?"
     The client motioned a somewhat ambivalent "no."  
     Melina had the man stand in front of the mirror 
and she began working on him.  First, she kissed him 
starting at his mouth and worked her way slowly down to 
his testicles.  By the time she reached his balls, the 
man had a nice erection.  She gently stroked him on the 
perineum (between his balls and his rectum).   She 
continued this for a few minutes during which the man 
moaned in pleasure.  
     She was kneeling on the floor in front of the 
patron with her legs apart.  The man watched in the 
mirror as her delicate labia played peek-a-boo and her 
lovely ass began bobbing up and down. 
     Melina continued warming the guy up by selecting 
various points along the shaft and squeezing then 
releasing opposite sides of his shaft at these points.  
She placed some oil on her hands and rubbed the man's 
penis between both palms, as if she were rolling clay 
to create a snake.  
     Then she gripped his penis in one hand and using 
the palm of your other hand, slowly and gently massaged 
the head, changing directions every so often.  
     This proved to be too intense for the man and he 
began to withdraw.  So she lightly grasped the end of 
his penis behind the head and stroked it all the way 
from the front to the back, then, she immediately did 
the same thing using her other hand so that it felt 
like he was entering a long continuous vagina.  
     Soon, the man's scrotum had shrunk and his muscles 
were pulling his balls toward his body.  His penis was 
rigid and he was reflexively pulling it up with his 
muscles.  Melina knew this meant that he was about to 
come.  She knew the man wanted a blowjob and not a hand 
job.  Since she didn't want him to be dissatisfied, she 
stopped rubbing and began blowing on his penis to allow 
him to "cool off" for a while.  
     "Why did you stop?"  The customer asked, dismayed.  
     "I didn't want you to come too soon.  It will be 
much better now that we are taking this small break.  
I'll get you hot again, and then we'll get you where 
you want to go in due time."  She smiled warmly at him 
again when she said that.  
     "But I was about to come" he said.
     "I haven't even started your blowjob yet.  Don't 
worry, you'll come in spades when I finish.  Believe 
me, it will be much stronger now that we've had this 
cooling off period," answered Melina.
     The guy's penis was now drooping somewhat, so 
Melina continued her work.  
     She pulled his skin down with one hand and twisted 
on the head of his penis somewhat coarsely with the 
other hand, as if she was trying to open a doorknob, 
for a while.  Then she moved one hand to his testicles 
and began squeezing them, while her other hand began 
pumping up and down on the shaft of his dick.  
     "Why are you hurting me?"  He asked.
     "I'm sorry, most guys like it when I'm a little 
rough.  Am I being too rough?"
     "I guess not."  The client responded.
     The patron was now fully erect again.  Melina 
grasped him at the base of his penis and drew her hand 
to the top.  Before releasing it, she moved her other 
hand in place at the bottom and moved it up.  This time 
it was as if he was leaving an unending pussy.  
     Because he'd started getting hot again, she 
began rubbing only his shaft and allowed the dick head 
to cool off briefly.  She formed a ring with her thumb 
and forefinger and ran it slowly up and down his shaft 
when his erection had reduced somewhat.  She asked him 
to tell her where it felt the best.  When he responded 
she began paying special attention to that spot, 
rubbing him, pinching, squeezing and then licking the 
spot. 
     She began kissing him with her lips up and down 
his shaft.  Then she put her hand on his balls and 
began squeezing again while licking him lightly on the 
sensitive spot at the bottom of his penis (at the point 
where the dick head meets the shaft.)  He began moaning 
in ecstasy as she did this.  
     Next, she moved down and began licking his 
testicles for a while.  She held his balls up with one 
hand while squeezing them gently and started licking 
him on the perineum.  The man groaned approvingly.  
     At this point, she began the blowjob proper, 
sticking just the tip of his dick head in her lips 
rolling her tongue around the hole.  She continued by 
gripping the shaft of his cock with her hand tightly, 
and rubbing it back and forth.  
     Next, she stuck the entire head of his dick in her 
mouth and began rubbing it with her tongue, paying 
particular attention to the place at the bottom of his 
dick where the head meets up with the shaft.  While 
doing that, she pulled the skin around the shaft toward 
the base of his cock roughly and wrapped her thumb and 
index fingers tightly around the base.  
     Once again, the man began to get too hot drawing 
his testicles and jerking his dick in an upward motion.  
Melina stopped touching his head and instead placed her 
lips further down on his shaft.  She began stroking 
slowly, moving farther and farther down on the shaft.  
The change of pace allowed him to cool off again and 
soon she could feel the shaft getting limp.  
     The client complained again, this time pointing 
out that she was actually giving him a blowjob now.  
Melina stopped and said, "Be patient, trust me, I'm a 
professional; you'll be really glad I did this."  Then 
she went back to work.  She stuck his dick back in her 
mouth and began stroking him while pressing on him with 
her tongue from underneath forcing his dick onto the 
ridged area at the roof of her mouth.  This rapidly 
made him hard again and once again, he began moaning.  
     To enhance stimulation, Melina had found it useful 
to hum when she gave felatio so she began saying 
"Mmmmmmmmm.  Mmmmmmmmm." this gave the customer the 
sense that she appreciated him, which was a mental turn 
on, while delivering vibration on his cock, which was a 
physical turn on, both good things to do during a 
blowjob.
     The man kept coming close to orgasm as she kept 
working on him, so from time to time she would stop and 
make circular motions with her tongue.  His dick would 
wind up going all over the place in her mouth, and the 
erratic motion would give him a chance to cool off 
without losing his hard-on.  
     She returned to massaging his penis with her lips 
and began gradually increasing the pace of her stroking 
while allowing his dick to enter farther and farther 
into her mouth.  At that point, she began to extend her 
tongue outward and flattening the back of it as if she 
were saying "Ahhh" thereby forcing her throat open.  
Slowly she allowed his dick to enter her throat until 
she had his entire member in her mouth.  
     Melina had developed her expertise for doing this 
by placing all sorts of long round things, candy canes, 
dildos and such, deeply into her mouth until finally 
she was able to accept just about anything of any 
reasonable length and girth without gagging.  She 
probably could have become a sword swallower by the 
time she was done with the training.
     She cupped his balls in her hands while she was 
deep throating him, and he began moaning again.  
Realizing that he was about to come again she stopped 
again briefly and put some saliva on the fingers of one 
of her hands.  
     Before he could complain again, she stuffed his 
dick back into her mouth and down her throat again and 
resumed stroking his dick while sticking the tip of her 
now moistened finger into his anus.  
     At first he tensed up and tightened his sphincter 
muscles, his penis became a little flaccid so she held 
her position there.  Then he began to relax the muscles 
so she began making little circles with her finger and 
moving it in and out.  She began reaching deeper and 
deeper, slowly; bit by bit until eventually, she felt 
the lump, which was his prostate gland.
     She began gently poking the gland all the while 
moving her mouth up and down his dick with the tip of 
her tongue out and his dick squished between the middle 
of her tongue and the roof of her mouth and throat.  On 
the down stroke, she would lick his balls just for an 
added kick.   
     The man began moaning loudly and jerking up and 
down and Melina, satisfied that she had done a thorough 
job took her free hand and massaged his balls gently.  
She gave him one last stroke forcing his penis as far 
down her throat as he could go.  
     The customer said "Ohhhhhhhhh," loudly and Melina 
made a series of swallowing motions while the entire 
penis was inside her throat.  With that, he came deep 
inside Melina who promptly swallowed his protein shake.  
Melina placed suction on his penis evacuating the 
remainder of his load.  She looked up at the guy 
smiling lovingly.  "Told you, you wouldn't get to come 
in my hair."  His mouth was wide open and he just stood 
there motionless for a while.  
     "You okay?"  She asked in jest.
     "Oh, my God.  Thank you."  He said.  "This was 
better than the first time I jerked off.  You are a 
goddess.  Can we do this again?  I'll pay you double."  
He said.
     "You know a magician never performs the same trick 
twice in a row.  Come back tomorrow and we'll see what 
we can do about It."  Melina said smiling.  "If you 
really loved it, we take tips," she said pointing to a 
clear jar with some bills in it.  Arline had introduced 
the bottle to garner extra revenue from the customers.  
We never got to keep any of it.  We never got anything 
at all from her.
     The man shook Melina's hand, and then he took a 
twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and dropped it in 
the jar.  
     "They don't pay me enough to do this job," Melina 
thought to herself shaking her head.


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