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Subject: {ASSM} {Norm DaPlume} New novel:War And Piece parts: 26 thru 30 (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: 26/56
Summary: Our hero takes care of business too.
Keywords: Fb,oral,piv
 
                Satisfying The Customers.

     I also learned a few tricks on the internet.  
These were helpful in warming clients up in order to 
bring about a more powerful and satisfying orgasm.  
Needless to say, these tricks made my tricks' 
experiences more rewarding and kept them clamoring back 
for more.
     Before starting to play with women, I made them 
comfortable by involving them in light dialogue.  I 
geared all of the conversation to them.  "How do you 
like the weather lately?"  "How has your day been?"  
"What did you do today?"  I gave them the feeling that 
at that moment, they were the most important thing to 
me.  
     It was an act when I first began doing it but, I 
found that I enjoyed talking to women and learning 
about them.  It became easy for me to engage women and 
find out about them.  Eventually it was no longer an 
act.  Women were interesting, and I was able to draw 
their best qualities out of them.
     My current client said she was married and had 
three children.  She became apprehensive when she 
realized she had accidently let that fact slip.  "I 
never do this," she said.  "If my husband finds out 
what I'm doing, he'll divorce me in a heartbeat.  
     "Why are you doing this?"  I asked. 
     "He's a terrible lover.  He never satisfies me.  
You've already gotten me hotter than he ever bothers to 
do.  You won't tell him will you?"
     "Your secret's safe with me," I said.  "Do you 
want me to ejaculate inside of you today?"  I asked.  I 
always ask that.  As inappropriate as asking that 
sounds, I had learned that some women look forward to 
it as their juicy reward at the culmination of the 
encounter, while others find it a disgusting turn off 
when someone "shoots scum" inside them 
     "Go ahead, I'm on the pill."  She answered.  
     Naturally, I preferred being able to come inside 
the women.  Their muscles massaged me when I climaxed 
and it was, of course, not as much fun when I didn't, 
but I respected their wishes.  Besides, one can only do 
that so many times in a day, anyhow. 
     I asked her about the kind of lover she fantasized 
about.  Whatever a woman said, I would try to play 
along.  If for example they said pirates, I'd answer 
"Shiver me timbers, matey. Me crew hasn't seen a woman 
in a month.  This plunder's going to make them all very 
happy, till we make you walk the plank" in a gruff 
voice.  If they said cowboys, I'd respond in my best 
Texas accent.  "Yaaa hoooo, I just got paid and I'm 
ready to take a ride in the saddle." 
     This woman said she thought that the threat of 
sexual assault might be a turn on for her.  I noticed 
that she appeared to be embarrassed by the confession, 
because her face turned red.  I said, "Don't be 
embarrassed, you'd be surprised how many women have 
that fantasy."  
     I wrapped my hands around her neck and said, "Take 
your clothes off bitch and don't you dare scream" in a 
loud threatening manner.  Because she didn't respond 
quickly, I began to squeeze on her neck.  I didn't do 
it brutally hard, but I did it hard enough to reinforce 
her fantasy.  Normally I never hurt a client, and tend 
to start more slowly and gently than this, but it kind 
of spoils the fantasy if the rapist is too kind, gentle 
and considerate.  This client seemed to be responding 
positively to the procedure.
     I started kissing her on the mouth, forcefully 
inserting my tongue inside.  I reached over and grabbed 
one of her breasts, pinching her nipple until she 
became alarmed.  
     The woman then began to object to my 
aggressiveness.  I immediately eased up on the 
pinching, and said "Shut up you nympho.  You wanted 
this.  I could tell by the way you flaunt your body, 
wearing those tight jeans, that slutty blouse with your 
pointy nipples showing through.  I know this is what 
you've been asking for.  Besides, it's too late to 
object.  Just lie back and enjoy it, bitch.  Oh and if 
you try to scream, I'll choke you till the noise stops 
coming out." 
     Knowing that I am taking control of the session 
actually puts women at ease.  It means that they can 
enjoy themselves free of entanglements and the threat 
of romance.  I relaxed the pinching on her breast, to 
let her know that I was sensitive to her desires.  It 
means she can rely on me not to run roughshod over her 
imagination or exceed her pain threshold. 
     I said.  "Now take off your clothes, bitch, or 
I'll kill you, strip you and fuck you after you're 
dead.  Doesn't matter to me, I'll still have my way 
with you, after your body starts getting cold."  I 
squeezed her neck again slightly to suggest that I 
was serious, and to add some more window dressing 
to the facade.
     The woman began removing her clothes.  She removed 
her blouse and her bra first.  I began to bite her 
nipples somewhat hard and she moaned in discomfort.  I 
decided that I probably wasn't using too much force for 
her, because she wasn't complaining, trying to pull her 
breast out or push me away.  
     The woman began taking off her jeans.  She undid 
her belt, but before she finished opening the button, I 
reached inside her pants and roughly stuck two fingers 
into her vagina.  She was startled by that but she 
continued unzipping the jeans and pulling her pants 
down.  Normally I don't rush to enter a woman's vagina.  
But when a woman wants a rape fantasy, I want it to 
seem realistic.  
     At that point, one hand was inside her genitals, 
and the other was squeezing her throat.  Arline always 
insisted that I keep my fingernails well trimmed and 
use hand cream frequently to avoid hurting women when I 
go inside.
     I pulled  her pants down to her knees, then I 
began firmly rubbing her clitoris.  I figure that when 
a woman wants a rape fantasy, It's okay to be a little 
rough, but she won't have much fun if she isn't 
properly lubricated.  Soon she was moaning lightly and 
had gotten somewhat moist.  
     I continued to rub her clit for a while until my 
fingers became moist enough to go deeper without 
hurting her.  I had to feel around a bit to find it, 
but I knew I had found her G-spot when she started 
moaning louder and began pushing back on me.  I then 
began pressing on the G-spot as if it was a button.  
(Actually, it really is like a button because when you 
press on it, it turns the woman on (So to speak.)  and 
she gets hot.  In more ways than one.) 
     "Don't get any ideas; I can still kill you any 
time I want to."  I reminded her.  With that, I pulled 
her jeans off one of her legs with my foot.  I left the 
other leg still wrapped up, with her pants dangling off 
the bed.  Then I said, "Spread your legs wider you 
fuckin' slut."
     I moved my head down to her muff and started 
drinking in her juices and stimulating the area around 
her clitoris with my tongue, while still massaging her 
G-spot.  Then I moved my tongue onto her clitoris.  The 
woman's moaning became louder, and soon she became 
dripping wet.  I love this stage in those women who 
reach it.  Not all women reach that stage no matter 
how hard I try.  My guess is that they're too 
inhibited to do it.  
     I continued sucking on her as if she was a bowl of 
soup, all the while massaging her clitoris and pushing 
her G-spot synchronously.  Women find it exciting to 
have me appreciate their juices.  Many men refuse to 
"give face," but I believe that it makes women feel 
wanted when I do it.  They're therefore more inclined 
to cut loose and have a "full-throated" orgasm.  
     I encourage women to get moist, squirt if 
possible.  When I feel a woman is embarrassed about 
releasing fluids, I make efforts to cue them verbally 
that they are turning me on.  I make "Mmmmmm" sounds to 
let them know I like it and that I want them to do more 
of it.  Making approving noises also gives them a 
vibrator effect, which many find stimulating.  
     I believe that most women can reach the pinnacle 
of uninhibited, full-throated, screaming, squirting 
orgasm, and I never stop trying to bring them there, 
until they either reach that stage, or ask me to stop.  
When I am unsuccessful, am disappointed.  It's sad to 
think that some women have sex with men all of their 
lives, but never really get to enjoy it or reach 
climax, except with me.  
     Obviously, this woman was capable.  "Shut up," I 
said.  I slapped her hard on the ass to stress what I 
said.  Then I climbed aboard.  The woman was easily 
penetrated after having made her fully moistened with 
her natural juices and my saliva.  
     I placed my hands on her breasts, squeezed them 
roughly while digging inside her with my penis.  To 
continue with the masquerade, I put my full weight on 
her body knowing that I was light enough for any woman 
to support without impeding her breathing.  Normally I 
support my weight on my elbows and knees, but this was 
a rape fantasy and I needed to intimidate her somewhat.
     I began pounding my pelvis into hers, pumping her 
hard.  I shifted my position on her body towards her 
head a little so that I could force my penis onto the 
upper area of her vagina (towards her belly button) 
where the most sensitive parts are.  When she resumed 
moaning again, I began increasing the speed of my 
driving.  Soon she was moaning loudly and I could tell 
by the way she was rocking and pulling on my penis with 
her vaginal muscles that she was beginning to reach 
climax.  
     At that point, I put my hands back on her throat 
and began to squeeze, not so hard as to stop her 
breathing, but hard enough to impair it.  I could hear 
her wheezing while she was moaning.  When I squeezed, 
she progressed rapidly to an extremely loud, though 
muted, "Oh, oh, ohing" and she became very moist 
inside.  Her juices were running over, onto my legs.  I 
knew we were going to have to change the sheets after 
this.  
     I continued stroking her forcibly and swiftly, 
squeezing her neck and pounding away for as long as I 
could.  (That was quite a while.)  Finally, I began to 
tingle deep inside.  I thought about spring and 
watching the tractors plowing the fields, and about my 
father and how I missed him, and about my mother and 
how I was probably never going to see either of them 
again.  Anything to take my mind off my penis.  I 
wanted the session to last as long as possible so that 
my customer was as satisfied as she could be.  When I 
could resist no longer, I ejaculated deep inside her.  
She acknowledged me with series of long, loud 
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs," as I pumped burst after burst 
of hot fluid into her.  When I let my hands go, she was 
completely out of breath and had tears in her eyes.  
She continued breathing heavily for another few minutes 
or so.  
     I particularly like the fluids produced by women 
who squirt, so I asked her if it would be okay to 
"clean her off."  She said it seemed a little strange 
to her but that it would be okay and I started sucking 
on the outside of her vagina swallowing the gravy.  
Mostly, I find the drink delicious but this time I 
could detect the taste of my own sperm, and though I 
didn't particularly like that taste, I was used to it 
by now and swallowed all the juice she had to offer.  
This resulted in an "Mmmmmmmmmm" response from her.  I 
always echo this back to women, to show them that I 
appreciate their flavor, and don't consider them dirty, 
unsanitary or contaminated.  
     "That was wonderful," she said.  "I'll be back for 
more soon."  
     "If you really liked it, we take tips."  I said 
pointing to a clear jar with some bills in it.  Arline 
had introduced the bottle to derive extra revenue from 
the customers.  We never got to keep any of it.  We 
never got anything from her at all.  
     The woman kissed me passionately on the lips, and 
then she took a fifty-dollar bill out of her purse and 
dropped it in the jar.  "It's great to be appreciated," 
I thought to myself.

          End Part 26/56 Continued in part 27/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 27/56
Summary: An event causes our crew to have nightmares.
Keywords: g,Mg,bd,sad,viol,va,oral,piv



                   We Have A Hot Time.

     There was always, at the back of my mind, the fear 
that without Arline to keep an eye on us, something bad 
might happen that we couldn't handle.  
     One day, a new client came in and tied Melina up.  
He was obviously skilled at bondage.  He bound Melina 
stoutly to her bed face up, spread eagle, naked of 
course.  I was already tied up the same way, and when 
the man inspected my bonds, he found the loop which 
Melina had left which would allow me to break free if I 
needed to.  He stuck the free end of the rope through 
the loop.  
     He started petting the fur like patch of hair over 
Melina's snatch.  The soft, gentle rubbing over her 
twat was enjoyable for Melina and she gave him 
approving moans and sighs.  Melina said "Mmmmmm" to 
encourage him to continue with the petting.  That 
didn't happen.  When the guy heard Melina enjoying 
herself, his face changed and he began pulling the 
hairs out.  Melina's tone changed from appreciation to 
disapproval in an instant.  
     This went on for a while, but eventually he 
stopped plucking the hairs out and began petting 
Melina's vagina again.  Soon Melina was saying "Mmmmmm" 
again to reinforce his gentle treatment.  With that, 
the man brought is face down onto Melina's genitals.  
Melina thought he was going to lick her and her 
positive sounds became louder.  Instead, the guy bit 
her really hard on her labia and she screamed and shook 
violently.  
     The man eventually released Melina's labia from 
his teeth.  He next began to lick her clitoris.  
     The gentleman was doing a really effective job of 
pleasantly stimulating Melina and after a while she 
unwittingly began moaning again.  This time he pulled 
both her labia apart, severely, stretching them out 
beyond tolerance and bit down vigorously on her 
clitoris.  
     Melina began screaming again and trying to wiggle 
out of the way, but the guy had her painstakingly 
bound, and wedged tightly in his teeth and hands.  He 
seemed to be biting down with all his might.     
     At that point, I'd seen enough.  I pulled on the 
secret knot to escape and run to Melina's aid, but the 
man had disabled it, I could not get myself free.  I 
strained on the bonds but they were just too tight.  
(Except for the secret knot, Melina had done a thorough 
job of tying me up) and now the secret knot was 
disabled so I could not escape.
     Next, the guy moved his tongue around the inside 
of Melina's pussy.  It must have felt fantastic, 
because I could see Melina's body arching in response, 
but Melina resisted the urge to verbally encourage him.  
The man was obviously quite skilled at pleasing women 
because even though Melina knew better now, eventually 
she could no longer resist the man and she began 
breathing heavily and squeaking.  
     The man stopped licking Melina and said "You 
fucking slut, I'm going to bite your nipple off now.  
Don't worry; you won't need it where you're going."  
With that, he brought his mouth up to Melina's breast 
and bit down harshly.  Melina squealed and shook so 
hard the bed began to sway back and forth.  
     Then he stopped and when he removed his mouth, her 
nipple was still intact.  It had the impression of his 
teeth on it and she was in pain, but thankfully, the 
nipple was still where it belonged.  "I don't like that 
cut of meat anyway," he said caustically.  The man 
stuck his fingers into Melina's love nest.  Apparently 
satisfied, he removed his pants, lay down on top of 
Melina and stuck his penis into Melina's open hole.  
     The man obviously knew what he was doing there 
too.  Within minutes despite Melina's best efforts to 
avoid encouraging him she began squeaking and then 
"Ohh, ohh, ohhing" then "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing."  At 
each stage he said something disparaging to her.  
"Wench, you're a little wanton slut, aren't you. "  
"You like this, don't you, you nympho."  And "Yeah, you 
like this you vamp , you hussy, come on, sing for me.  
Admit it, you like it, you harlot."  And finally 
"You're not going to corrupt anybody else ever again, 
Jezebel.  Your days of depravity are over."  
     Following that statement, Melina stopped moaning 
and stiffened up.  He got my attention too.  We both 
began straining on our ropes trying to get free.  
Melina straining against her bonds beneath him, turned 
him on and he climaxed.  "Filthy perverts."  He yelled, 
while putting his pants on.  Then he pulled out a cross 
and a bible he was carrying in his pocket and held them 
up smiling.  
     "By all rights a woman like you should be tied to 
a post and stoned by all the townspeople, I'm going to 
have to exorcise you myself.  I'm going to purify you 
by fire.  I'm sending you straight to hell where you 
belong."   
     With that, he removed a large can of lighter fluid 
from his pocket and began spraying the rug, walls and 
curtains with it.  Then he took out a cigarette lighter 
from his pocket lit the walls up and left.  We heard 
the front door slam.  The flames spread rapidly from 
wall to wall to curtain and rug.  In no time, the room 
was ablaze.  
     When the man began spraying lighter fluid on the 
walls, Melina and I began screaming for Arline.  We 
figured we were goners because Arline was still laid up 
with her injuries and we didn't expect her to be able 
to help us.  To our surprise and relief, she came 
limping in.  When she saw the flames, she paused and 
her eyes got wide for a second.  
     Then Arline walked right through the flames on the 
rug, and into the closet.  She pulled out a fire 
extinguisher and hurriedly began putting out the 
flames.  It wasn't long before the fire was out.  The 
room was full of smoke and we were having difficulty 
breathing, but we were unharmed.  Arline untied my 
ropes and left, headed for her bedroom.  I untied 
Melina's ropes and we left the room.  I went into 
Arline's room and there she was on the bed, passed out.  
The incident had obviously taken its toll on her 
constitution.
     I had to admire Arline's bravery and stalwart 
tenacity.  If it hadn't been for her, we all would not 
be alive today.  I guess I owe her my life for that.
     When I went into the parlor later, I was 
encouraged to find that other than the smell of smoke 
and lighter fluid, some blackening of the walls and the 
destruction of the curtains and rug, overall, the room 
was in satisfactory shape.
     The next day, Melina drove me to the hardware 
store and we bought some paint, rollers, a brush and
some deodorizer.  Fortunately, the cops didn't 
catch us on the road or we would have had quite a 
problem explaining ourselves.  
     Then, Melina and I painted the walls and ceilings 
and removed the burned curtains and rug.  The paint 
covered all of the blackened areas of the walls and 
quite a bit of the smoke smell.  When we were finished, 
the room looked good as new.  When we changed the 
sheets, more of the smoke smell went with them, the 
deodorizer finished the job, and most of the effects of 
the horrible events of that day were gone, except for 
the memory.  We all had nightmares for weeks afterward.  
     Neither Melina nor I knew how to sew curtains, so 
we didn't replace them.  We were worried that some 
customers might be put off by the lack of privacy the 
missing curtains caused.  We figured that if someone 
was concerned we would tell him to look out the 
windows.  All they would see though them, was the 
cornfield.  


          End Part 27/56 Continued in part 28/56

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 28/56
Summary: Melina performs a depressing task. 
Keywords: viol,vore,cbt,oral


                  Let's Do Lunch. (Part 1)

     A man called and asked if it would be okay to have 
someone cut off his penis and testicles and then serve 
it to him for lunch.  He said he was tired of being a 
man and was thinking of getting a sex change operation 
anyway.  Arline Okayed it and the next day the man came 
over.  
     He was an immense man, muscular, about six feet 
plus tall.  Melina brought the man over to a cutting 
board on the kitchen table where she had laid out a 
thirteen-inch kitchen knife.  The knife was an 
impressive looking blade made by a famous manufacturer 
who only made professional chef knives.  
     Melina was assuming that the man just wanted to 
experience a castration fantasy "So," said Melina 
smiling, "how shall we prepare it?"  
     "I hadn't thought about it," said the man somewhat 
disturbed.  "What do you think?"  
     "I think it would go just great a white sauce, 
with cracked black pepper," said Melina (She would 
know.)  
     "Will it hurt?"  The man asked.  
     Melina answered, "I'm sure that once we cut it 
off, frying it will be painless" 
     "But what about cutting it off, won't that hurt?  
The man asked.  
     "We'll cut just a little off at a time to minimize 
the pain, said Melina wearing a big "dumb blonde" smile 
and blinking.  "Ha ha ha ha."  
     "But won't that hurt so many more times?"  The man 
asked.  
     "I'm only joking."  Melina said.  "Nobody's ever 
had me do this before," Melina replied.  "But you're 
probably right."  She admitted.  
     Melina reached over, opened the man's pants let 
them drop to the floor.  The man's organ was 
unbelievably huge.  It was more than eight inches long 
and an inch and a half thick.  It stood out like a 
polish sausage, on top of a hairy grapefruit.  
     "Well," said Melina, "I can see there's going to 
be leftovers."  She reached over and grabbed the knife.  
The man began trembling.  Next Melina reached over and 
grabbed his giant penis.  "It'll be a shame to waste 
this fine specimen, but if you're really that hungry."  
     She pulled it over to the cutting board, and held 
the knife near the base of his penis, suggesting that 
she was ready to cut it off.  The man ejaculated all 
over the cutting board.  
     "Great," said Melina.  "Makes its own gravy."  She 
said smiling.  The man looked embarrassed.  He pulled 
up his pants replaced his penis and left.  
     "I'll be back tomorrow for this" he said.  
     The following day, the man was back.  His penis 
had formed a tent in his pants.  Melina said "Okay, You 
ready to go through with it?"  
     "Yeah" said the man.  Melina took the man to the 
kitchen and removed the cutting board and the knife.  
Melina sharpened the blade slowly as the man sat at the 
table watching.  His eyes never left the blade.  Melina 
sharpened the blade again and again, holding it in 
front of his eyes.
     Melina had him stand up, she opened his pants 
and they fell to the floor.  His erection seemed even 
larger than it had been the day before.  Melina grabbed 
the man's johnson and placed it on the cutting board.  
The man began shaking again.  Melina expected the man 
to cum, but he didn't.  She grabbed the knife and held 
the blade directly on top of his dick.  This time she 
made a slicing motion with the knife but didn't let it 
actually contact his cock.  It was convincing enough 
though, the man shot his wad, and left.  
     The next day the man was back.  "We really have to 
do it today."  He said sadly.  
     "Of course," said Melina smiling.  
     The man didn't smile back.  "No, this time we have 
to do it for real."  He said.
     The smile on Melina's face melted like a popsicle
in the sun.  "Are you serious?"  She asked, "Why do 
you want to do this terrible thing to such beautiful 
genitals?  Surely you're not dissatisfied with them?"  
     The man started crying and said, "I'm in trouble 
with my boss.  He's a mobster, and I made the mistake 
of getting caught with his girlfriend.  He said he 
couldn't trust me to guard her anymore, and so he gave 
me a choice, do this by tomorrow, or wind up floating 
in the river.  
     Melina was horrified.  Up until now, she'd assumed 
that the episodes were just play acting.  She thought 
that the man wanted to experience a castration fantasy, 
(not an uncommon theme.)  "Can't you leave town."  She 
asked.  
     "He's too well connected.  He'll look for me, and 
he'll find me, anywhere I go.  No place in the world 
will be safe from him.  Trust me, this is my only 
option.  Besides, I don't know anywhere else to go."  
     Melina looked up sadly at the man's enormous face 
filled with tears.  "What about having a doctor do it?" 
she asked.  
     "He said no.  No pain relievers, no drugs and no 
doctors.  He wants me to suffer and to report the 
experience to him when it's done," said the man.
     Thinking of Arline, Melina said "Maybe you'd 
better pay me first."  The man handed her two hundred 
dollars.  Melina was embarrassed to take the money, 
but she didn't want to risk having to tell Arline 
she had forgotten to get paid.  She knew Arline would 
take it out on me and she didn't want to risk that.  
     By now Melina had tears in her eyes, Melina took 
the man's colossal penis deep into her mouth.  This 
wasn't easy.  She could barely fit the monster inside.  
If this was going to be his last blowjob though, she 
was going to give him the best blowjob of his life.  It 
was going to be the best blowjob she knew how to give.  
(She was excellent at it by now).  
     Melina firmed her lips around the shaft of his 
immense penis.  She put her tongue on his head.  She 
began pumping up and down using her neck muscles and 
keeping her jaw firm in order to apply as much vacuum 
as possible to his stupendous dick when she pulled her 
head up.  She fondled his massive balls gently in her 
hands, rubbing them softly and expertly.  As she 
worked, she began to hum "The Valkyrie" loudly so that 
he could hear her and feel the vibrations inside.   
     The man came and Melina sucked him dry and 
swallowed.  She continued to suck on it some more.  
This experience was going to have to last this man for 
the rest of his life, she thought.  It was taking a 
while for the man to reach climax again, but Melina was 
patient.  She worked hard, her tongue and jaw got 
tired.  Eventually the man achieved another orgasm, and 
she swallowed.
     Without letting the man recover, she started 
sucking again.  By this time, she was cramping up 
terribly on the giant dick, but she didn't let that 
stop the process.  She continued working the man 
repeatedly and he began climaxing for a third time.  
When she finally tasted his discharge for the third 
time, she swallowed and then pulled the knife sharply 
across his organs, neatly severing them.  
     The man said "Oohh yeahhh, ohhh yeahhh, ohhhh 
yeahhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh...  O H ,   Y O U   F U C
 K I N G   B I T C H   ! ! !"
     The man began screaming loudly.  He turned white, 
began gasping, and shaking all over.  He was bleeding 
profusely and pissing everywhere.  Melina stood up with 
his dick stuck in her mouth and could only dislodge it 
by pulling on his balls, which were still attached to 
it.  She ran across the kitchen screaming, got a roll 
of paper towels and began trying to staunch the flow of 
blood.  
     The man was still screaming minutes later.  "I'm 
sorry, I'm sorry," she said repeatedly.  Melina hugged 
the man and patted him on the back trying to soothe 
him.  They began to run out of paper towels, so Melina 
told the man to put pressure on the laceration, and ran 
and got a pack of sanitary napkins.  Eventually the 
bleeding slowed, and then it stopped.  Melina asked if 
the man thought he should go to a hospital.  He shook 
his head no.  "But you've lost a lot of blood."  She 
suggested.  
     "That ain't nothing."  The man said.  "It's mostly 
piss anyway."  He said forcing a smile.  
     "What about these?"  She asked pointing to the 
forsaken pieces of meat.  
     "What are you doing for lunch?" he asked 
sarcastically.  
     "As incredible as it sounds; I just had that, 
for breakfast," answered Melina.
     Melina chopped up the meat, and then she heated 
some butter in the frying pan and braised the meat, 
making it nice and brown on the outside.  She added 
some flour and browned that too then added some milk 
producing a white sauce.  To this, she added salt and 
pepper, and some peas and carrots.  (If you'd like, 
I'll give you the recipe.)  She made some toast, and 
then Melina divided most of the entree between two 
plates and served herself and the man.  
     Melina did not eat very much; she did taste the 
product but was no more impressed than she had been 
that other morning.  She decided she had eaten her 
minimum requirement for the month and left most of the 
food for him to eat, which he did, gagging all the 
while.  We could hear him all the way in the parlor.  
     "So," said Melina, "what are you going to tell 
your boss about how it felt?" 
     "It felt like someone yanked really hard on my 
dick while stepping on my balls.  What do you think it 
felt like?"  The man answered angrily.  He started 
crying again.  
     "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that, I'm 
sorry.  I don't have those organs.  I guess that was 
terribly insensitive of me, I'm sorry."  Said Melina.      
     "Well it hurt."  He said.  "It still hurts now, 
but not as bad."  The man replied.
     "I'm sorry," said Melina sincerely.  
     "It's not your fault.  In my next life I'll be 
more careful where I stick my uh... nose."
     The man eventually left taking a "doggy bag" with 
him.  He walked slowly with his legs spread wide apart 
like a cowboy who had been in the saddle too long.  
     "Thank you" he said to Melina earnestly.  
     Melina came into the bedroom and joined us.  She 
was covered with piss and blood; she looked depressed.  
     "You okay?"  Arline asked.  
     "Guess I made out better than he did."  She 
answered.


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 29/56
Summary: Melina tries to help someone.
Keywords: exhib,anal,oral

                  Let's Do Lunch. (Part 2)

     About a month later, the man called Arline and 
scheduled an appointment.  Arline discussed the 
appointment with Melina first, suggesting that maybe 
it wasn't such a good idea to meet with him, but 
Melina felt guilty and responsible, and she agreed 
to meet with him.  Arline answered the door and 
Melina met the man dressed in her "glove" as I had 
begun calling the skin tight, black, leather 
outfits she and Arline wore.  
     The man smiled at Melina and she led him into her 
bedroom.  We heard the two of them talking cordially 
but could not make out any of what they said.  They met 
for about an hour, after which the man thanked Melina, 
kissed her platonically on the cheek and left.  
     We asked Melina what had transpired and Melina 
told us "He's okay, I guess.  His name is Spence.  He's 
very grateful for the care I provided for him.  He said 
he couldn't imagine anyone having done "the operation" 
in a kinder, gentler or more positive manner."
     Melina explained that he was fully healed, at 
least that part of him that was going to heal, but he 
had been unable to achieve orgasm since the operation.  
She said he wanted her to try to find some way to 
relieve the "hunger" which had seized him since the 
procedure, and that he would be back next week.  
     Melina said that Spence complained that people 
didn't look at him the same way since it happened.  
Even his long time friends seemed "put off" by him.  
Especially women, whom he once had loved and who had 
loved him back, now seemed to be unwilling to even talk 
to him.  Spence complained that it didn't help now that 
his boss's new name for him was "Dickless."  People 
were treating him like a freak.
     He said he understood that his relationships 
wouldn't be the same now that he was "different" but he 
didn't understand why people wouldn't even talk to him 
anymore.  Women seemed to be scared of him now.  Even 
hard-core prostitutes avoided him, finding flimsy 
excuses not to take care of his needs.  He tried taking 
home such pro's several times, not informing them of 
his condition only to hear "I'm not touching that" (In 
more ways than one.) when they saw his situation.    
     Melina then went to our computer and looked on-
line, researching a solution on the internet.  
     Spence returned about a week later.  Arline had 
scheduled an appointment for him.  Melina felt the best 
way to receive him was alone, dressed in her leather 
glove.  When he arrived, Arline sent him to Melina's 
bedroom, and there she sat on her bed, beautiful as 
usual, her delicate, blossoming features poignantly 
showing through the leather.  She was wearing her mask.  
She motioned for him to sit down next to her, and he 
did.  
     Melina got right to the point.  "There isn't a lot 
of information on the internet that will be of help to 
you.  What you've got is called a "nullo" and it's not 
common for people to have this done to them.  It's a 
pretty radical procedure," she said.  "I could only 
find one interview with someone who had such a 
modification, and the prognosis doesn't look good."  
Melina handed the man a few sheets of paper with a 
printout of the interview.  (Readers can find it on the 
internet themselves, just Google "nullo interview.")  
     "Does this mean there's no hope of ever having an 
orgasm again?"  He asked.
     "The man reported that he sometimes has something 
like an orgasm, not nearly as intense, but definitely 
an orgasm.  Don't ask me what that means, but I don't 
think it bodes well for you," Said Melina.  
     Spence looked disconsolate.  Melina hugged the 
huge man and said "I'm going to try anyway.  Let's see 
what I can do.  I feel kind of responsible for your 
situation, you know what I mean?"  
     Spence said "This is all my own doing; you saved 
my life actually, if you hadn't done this, I'd be dead 
today."  
     Melina removed her mask, slowly revealing her 
beautiful face then she began undressing slowly, 
seductively, removing first her top, snap by snap, and 
revealing her milky white shoulders then the small, 
pale lumps of her underdeveloped breasts.  The snaps 
opened, one by one, revealing her silky, slim waist.  
The man watched her every movement, then he reached out 
towards her breasts, she smiled as he stroked her, and 
ran his finger over her small pointy nipples.  . 
     Spence stroked her silky black hair, gently, and 
she beamed a bright smile at him beckoning him to 
continue.  
     Next Melina slowly began removing the two columns 
of snaps on either side of her ultra tight leather 
pants snap by snap.  As they opened, they made an 
inviting sound, "pop, pop, pop."  
     A splash of alabaster flesh began to show at the 
top of her pants, getting larger and larger, until at 
last, her small, gossamer patches of light, silky pubic 
hair began to be revealed, inch-by-inch.  Melina turned 
around.  Next, she released two more snaps and began 
uncovering her perfectly formed ass, first the top of 
her crack, then her hips, slowly the buns appeared and 
finally the lower area of her derriere where her legs 
joined forming an exotic cross shape.  
     She bent over slowly, pulling down her pants, and 
removing the snaps on the leather covering her legs.  
From that angle, her ass took on a kind of inverted 
heart shape.  She pulled the pants down further 
revealing her beautiful, frilly, pink and maroon pussy 
lips, then her thighs and calves.  Then she stepped out 
of the pants, spreading her legs apart and shaking her 
butt slowly, her beautiful labia minora flapping back 
and forth.   
     Spence sat there with his mouth open and just kept 
licking his lips.  
     Melina turned around slowly and faced Spence with 
her legs spread apart.  She was now completely naked.  
A look of awe came over Spence's face as he stared at 
her beautiful, perfect, nude body.  Melina began 
opening the buttons on his shirt and he placed his 
hands on her hips.  
     Melina continued removing Spence's encumberments 
while he began busying himself with her charms.  She 
had Spence stand up to remove his pants.  It was then 
that she noticed the obvious absence of his originally 
conspicuous organ.  Melina was expecting this, but she 
couldn't help staring at the spot where it had once 
flourished so healthily.  
     Spence saw her staring, and stopped fondling her.  
"You see my problem now?"  He said depressed.  He 
looked like he was going to start crying.   
     "It's a big adjustment, to be sure, but I'm not 
done yet," said Melina winking.  She reached down and 
felt the area beneath the pubic hair.  She had done a 
near perfect job, there was nothing left but a hole 
about three eighths of an inch wide, and a stub about a 
quarter of an inch long.
     "Don't worry, it's all healed over, there, you're 
not going to open anything up."  Spence said.  He 
turned away and looked toward his clothes.  
     Melina wasn't ready to give up yet.  "Let's keep 
trying," she said.  She had him lay down face up on the 
bed and she sat on his face.  Spence cordially stuck 
his tongue inside Melina. "Just lie there," she 
whispered.  With that, she began delving into his pubic 
hair with her tongue trying to find a hold.  The hole 
was just too small to allow her tongue inside, but she 
tried rimming the remaining bump and digging into the 
hole with her tongue.  "Anything?" she asked.  
     "Nothing," mumbled Spence.  Melina couldn't quite 
make out what he said, she was sitting over his mouth, 
but she got the gist of it from his tone. 
     Melina got up and removed a vibrating dildo from 
one of her drawers.  She turned it on high speed, put 
some saliva on the end and eased it up his rear.  Based 
on anatomical pictures she'd seen, she was confident 
that the buzzing head of the dildo would be directly on 
his prostate gland.  Next, she reached out and started 
playing gently with his nipples, and went rooting in 
his pubic hair.  "Anything?"  She asked.
     "Something," said Spence, "but definitely not the 
same as an orgasm."
     "Let me keep going."  Melina said. 
     "No," said Spence sadly.  "All you're doing is 
making me hornier.  It's like a thirst that won't 
quench, no matter how much I drink.  I think I'm going 
to commit suicide." 
     Melina cringed when he said this.  "God no.  
Please don't do that," she said.  She got down from the 
bed.  She had given it her best shot and failed.  She 
felt bad for Spence and began crying.  He began crying.  
"I still have one idea," said Melina.  "Call me next 
week.  Promise you won't do anything desperate till 
then."  Spence agreed not do himself in till next the 
week and left.  


          End Part 29/56 Continued in part 30/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 30/56
Summary: Melina does good.  
Keywords: F/M,bd,reluc,Fdom,ds,anal,oral,elec 


           How Do You Keep A Nullo In SuSpence?

     The following week, Spence came back.  Arline let 
him in and led him to Melina's bedroom.  Melina greeted 
him warmly at the door.  Another woman was in the room 
already sitting on the bed.  "Spence, this is Velma," 
said Melina gesturing with her hand, "Velma, this is 
Spence."  Velma and Spence eyed each other suspiciously 
from across the room.  Spence sat down on a chair.  
     "How about if stay here for a little while to make 
sure you both get started off on the right foot, and 
then I'll leave, I think."  Said Melina.
     "Did you explain my situation?" asked Spence.  
     "That's the only reason she agreed to meet with 
you.  She normally finds men threatening," said Melina.
     "Let me see you while Melina's here" said Velma.  
"Take down your pants.  She said indelicately."  
     Spence looked towards Melina, and then pulled down 
his pants with hesitation.  He was obviously sensitive 
about his condition.  Velma unabashedly reached down 
and ran her fingers across the mound of hair.  
     "Nothing threatening there" she said callously.  
"Do you agree to do anything I say?" she asked.  
     "I'll do anything within reason," Spencer 
answered. 
     "Take off the rest of your clothes" demanded 
Velma.  Spence looked at Melina.  Melina nodded to 
Spence and he began removing his clothes.  When he was 
naked, Velma said "Now, lie down on the bed face up."  
Spence looked at Melina.  Melina nodded and Spence did 
what Velma told him to do.  
     Velma began securing Spence's arms and legs.  
Spence continued to look to Melina for reassurance.  
Melina just kept nodding.  It was only after Spence's 
immense body was secured spread eagle to the bed that 
Velma felt safe enough to undress herself.  She put on 
her corset and crotchless leotard.  
     Then she began to remove her equipment from the 
bag.  She took out a tube of goo and rubbed some onto 
Spence's asshole, into, and around the pubic hair where 
Spence's organ had been.  Then she stuck a long rod 
into his butt hole, and a flexible one into the hole 
where his dick had been.  "More people should get this 
operation."  She said cold-heartedly. 
     Then she took a razor and shaved off a section of 
pubic hair from his perineum (between where his balls 
had been and where his asshole was.)  Spence wasn't 
sure about the shaving part and kept looking at Melina 
for reassurance, but Melina just kept nodding and 
Spence accepted it.  Velma stuck a sticky pad where she 
had shaved and two more at points on either side of his 
pelvis, after shaving him at those places.  
     Velma took two clips out of the bag and placed 
them on Spence's nipples.  The clips bit into his skin 
but he handled it well.  She took the electronic panel 
out of the bag and began to connect the wires to the 
places she had prepared for them.  
     At that, Spence began straining against the ropes 
trying to get free and shouting "Wait a minute; I'm not 
going to lie here while you electrocute me"  
     Melina stroked him softly on his face "Don't 
worry," she said.  "We're not going to kill you.  You 
will like this, I promise you."  Spence did not look 
entirely convinced, but Melina had calmed him down, and 
he allowed Velma to place all the electrodes on him.  
     Velma looked at Melina.  "You can leave now, if you 
wish," she said.  Melina looked at Spence.  He did not 
look like he wanted Melina to leave him alone with 
Velma.  
     "Is it okay for me to stay?"  Melina asked.  
     "I guess so, but don't interfere." Said Velma.  
     Velma plugged in the device and began at the low 
setting that Melina and I had found so pleasurable.  
She ran through the buttons.  It was obvious Spence was 
enjoying it too.  He looked at Melina, smiled faintly 
and said "This is better than the dildo, nipple 
treatment."  Velma raised the voltage and exercised the 
buttons again, "This is even better," he said.  
     Velma turned the knob again.  This time, Spence 
wasn't as sure about the result.  "This is not so 
great," he said.  Melina could hear strain in his 
voice.  Melina just kept nodding and Spence looked 
reassured.  (Though not entirely calm.)  Stress was 
evident in his eyes and voice.  
     Velma turned the knob again.  Now when Velma 
pressed the buttons, Spence began spasming slightly.  
"It's....beg...ginn...ing   to... hurrrt" he said.  
Melina looked at Velma.  Velma stared back impassively 
at Melina and turned the knob again.  
     "Sing for me" said Velma.  With that she pressed 
the buttons and Spence responded 
"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhh."  Velma began masturbating 
and set the machine on automatic.  Spence, gripped by 
convulsions began jerking in a wild frenzy.  Velma 
reached orgasm and then climbed onto the bed.  
     She grabbed a metal rod, which was already wired 
to the panel and shoved it up her own ass.  Then she 
sat down on Spence's face.  It became apparent to 
Melina that Velma was now experiencing the same 
contractions that Spence was.  Once she climbed aboard 
Spence's face, the metal rod she had stuffed up her 
back door was causing her to experience the current at 
the same voltages that Spence was.  It was being 
delivered to her asshole by the rod and to her cunt 
through Spence's mouth.  
     Melina wasn't sure whether she should interfere or 
not.  But then Velma began moaning and she decided not 
to interrupt until she was done.  Soon fluid began to 
drip from Spence's mouth.  Eventually, Velma tore 
herself away.  Velma went immediately to the electrical 
panel and lowered the voltage slowly until Spence 
appeared comfortable with the voltage.  Spence stopped 
spasming and began breathing heavily.  
     Soon, Spence was squeaking, and he began saying 
"Ohhhh, yeahhh,  Ohhhh, yeahhh, etc."  Cloudy fluid was 
leaking out of the hole on Spence's groin"  
     Velma said, "We'll just keep him like this till he 
gets bored."  This continued nonstop, for about thirty 
minutes.  Velma finally looked at her watch and said 
"I'm sorry honey, I gotta' be somewhere in half an 
hour."  
     Velma turned the contraption off and Spence said 
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh."  
     "You said that already," replied Melina smiling.  
     Velma put her equipment away and got dressed.  She 
handed Melina a hundred dollar bill.  Melina gave it 
back to Velma and said, "This one's on the house.  
Don't tell Mother."
     Velma took the money back and left.
     Spence got dressed and handed Melina five one 
hundred dollar bills.  Melina handed them back and 
said, "This one's on the house.  Don't tell Mother."  
     Spence crumpled the bills in her hand and closed 
her fingers around them.  "This has been worth far more 
than that.  You've given me back my "joie de vivre'" he 
said.  "How can I arrange to see her again?" he asked.  
     "I think I'm going to introduce you two.  You make 
a good couple," Melina said.  "Don't tell Mother."
     Spence called again the following week.  Arline 
gave the phone to Melina.  Melina took the call in her 
room and when she was sure Arline wasn't listening, 
gave Velma's number to Spence.  The next time any of us 
heard from either of them was about a month later.  We 
got an invitation; they were getting married.   


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