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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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<2nd attachment, "War And Piece 22 of 56.txt" begin>
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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<3rd attachment, "War And Piece 23 of 56.txt" begin>
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.
End Part 25/56 Continued in part 26/56
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