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Subject: {ASSM} {Norm DaPlume} New novel:War And Piece parts: 31 thru 35 (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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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 31/56
Summary: Melina is damaged.  Our hero grapples with the
substance of his and Melina's life for the first time. 
Keywords: F/b,ds,oral,piv,machine,tragic

          It's Just A Fucking Machine. (Part 1)

     It had been about a month since the incident with 
the guy with the gun.  Arline was healing well, the 
burns on her breast and derriere had pretty much 
healed.  She was walking now, though with difficulty.  
One day, a guy came in and said "I'm an inventor, and 
I've just made my greatest creation.  We're going to 
take it out for its maiden voyage."  The man was a 
flake, he looked like a madman.  Arline sent him back 
where she had laid us out as usual.  
     He asked Melina "Forward or back?"  Melina 
answered "forward" she didn't know what it was, but she 
wanted to see it coming.  The man released Melina from 
the bonds tying her to her bed, and then tied Melina 
stoutly to the hooks face out from the wall, legs 
spread as far apart as he could get them, on tippy 
toes, arms tight, and of course, naked.  
     I couldn't help noticing how beautiful she looked 
in that position.  Her long, shiny, silky black hair 
was all in place.  Beneath it were the recently 
developed lumps of her still small breasts which were 
showing brightly in the sunlight.  Her delicate nipples 
were erect, pointy and brown protruding from her light 
areola.  Her exquisite gossamer pubic hair seemed to be 
glowing.  Beneath that, her outer lips, now sparsely 
covered with light hair, were parted just a little, 
revealing the tips of her lovely pink and maroon labia.  
There she stood proud, chin up, defiant, looking the 
man in the eye.  As I stared at her I realized again, 
how unbelievably beautiful she was.  
     The man left and came back in with a large bag.  
He proceeded to remove a machine from the bag with a 
large motor.  He then connected a large metal wheel to 
the business end of the motor.  Next, he connected a 
rod to the wheel.  Then he screwed a black rubber 
cylinder onto the end of the rod.  
     It was obvious from the look of the machine what 
was going to happen next.  The man proceeded to measure 
the length of the metal rod against Melina's leg, and 
screwed a section of the rod tighter to shrink the rod 
in order to fit her.  He plugged the machine into the 
outlet on the wall. 
     "What do you think?" he asked me.  
     "I think the cylinder may be a little too big for 
Melina."  I said.  
     The man got flustered and a little angry.  "I'm 
the inventor here," he said, "don't worry; women can 
squirt a babies through their holes.  She'll dilate 
till it fits."
     The man heaped a glob of lubricant onto the black 
cylinder, then onto and into Melina's snatch.  "I'm so 
proud of this machine, I want you to watch."  He said.  
With that, he moved the machine under Melina's open 
lips and made a final adjustment to the screw.  At that 
point, the black cylinder was just inside the rim of 
Melina's vagina.  
     The man turned the machine on and it began making 
a low grinding noise.  The man took a seat.  Melina 
began smiling slightly as the machine dove slowly into 
her pussy.  She seemed to be enjoying it at first, but 
as the cylinder slid deeper into her tunnel of love, a 
look of doubt came over her face.  Her eyes and mouth 
opened wide and she let out a kind of questioning moan 
"Uuh?"  
     The machine pulled the cylinder down and Melina's 
face grew calmer.  The wheel came around.  Soon the 
machine was at the top of another cycle.  Melina was 
not enjoying it.  The man looked down at me and could 
see I was concerned.  He tested my ropes to make sure I 
wasn't going to get free.  Then, he reached down and 
grabbed a small box with a knob on it.  
     The man turned the knob.  The grinding noise from 
the machine became higher pitched.  The wheel began 
spinning faster.  On the next up stroke, Melina began 
breathing heavily.  Now each time the machine went up, 
Melina let out an audible "Oooohhhh."  
     "See, she likes it," said the man as he turned the 
knob again.  The machine began a high-pitched whine.  
     A look of fear overtook Melina's face.  She was 
having difficulty breathing.  I began to strain against 
the ropes, but could not get free.  The man turned the 
knob again.  The machine began spinning faster.  Melina 
was now screaming loudly "Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh".  Melina 
made that noise sometimes when we had sex, but it was 
obvious that this time she wasn't having an orgasm.  
     Melina began to strain against the ropes that 
bound her beautiful body.  She twisted her waist 
seductively, like a belly dancer, trying to move away 
from the beast that was inside her, but to no avail.  
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I found her desperate 
motions to be quite erotic.  "Stop!"  I said in 
desperation.  You're hurting her.
     The man ignored me and twisted the knob again.  
This time machine began screaming at top speed.  Melina 
was now shrieking at the top of her lungs.  Tears were 
dripping down her cheeks, and suddenly, blood began 
dripping down the shaft of the rod from the cylinder to 
the wheel.  It was from Melina's vagina.  The man 
shouted, "Bitch, you're menstruating all over the 
machine.  You're going to ruin it.  
     "Please" I cried, "She isn't due yet, she must be 
bleeding.  You've injured her.  God, please stop, 
you're going to kill her."
     With that, the man turned the knob down and the 
machine ground to a halt.  "She's getting it all 
skuzzy, anyway," he said.  The man pulled the machine 
away from Melina and the cylinder came out followed by 
a lot of blood.  Her vagina began a steady dripping.  
The damage had been done.  
     The man untied me.  I ran to Melina and hurriedly 
untied her legs then her arms.  When I released the 
last rope, Melina fell in a heap to the floor.  She was 
lying in a puddle of her own blood, barely moving.  I 
picked Melina up and carried her to her bedroom.  She 
was very weak.  She began shivering, so I covered her 
with a blanket.  The man left without a word.  We never 
saw him again.  
     Melina stopped bleeding shortly after the man 
left.  Thank God.  I went in to tell Arline.  
     "What are you doing out and around?"  She asked 
suspiciously.  I told Arline all about the man and his 
machine and the blood and Melina falling in a heap on 
the floor.  Arline listened.  When I got to the blood 
part, she became upset.  Tears began to flow from her 
eyes.  
     I was surprised.  "I didn't think you'd care."  I 
said.
     "I'm sorry," she said.  "I realize that I've been 
a terrible mother," she said.
     "When the guy with the gun tortured me, I wasn't 
going to tell him anything.  Then he threatened to 
torture you.  That's when I realized that I really do 
love you and Melina.  My heart was frozen for a long 
time, but just then, it thawed.  I would have done 
anything to save you and Melina from the pain I had 
gone through.  I was even willing to give him all the 
money."  
     "Is there any money?"  I asked.  
     "There's some, but not as much as you'd think."
     "Where's all the money."  I asked.
     Arline started crying again.  "I spent it on 
cocaine."  She said.  "There's a few thousand left, and 
I was going to give it to the guy to save you.  
Fortunately, the guy got careless.  Thinking that I was 
helpless, he let his guard down.  That's when I hit him 
with the blackjack.  I've kept it in my bathrobe pocket 
ever since his last visit.  I wrestled his gun away 
from him.  When he tried to get it back, I shot him."  
     I told her that I didn't think she was so 
terrible.  Maybe I wasn't so convincing.  I was lying.  
I was furious at having been mistreated for so long, 
and for having been exploited as a sex object.  Selling 
your children into prostitution isn't the best way to 
show them that you care about them.  
     On the other hand, Melina and I did learn our 
lesson.  Melina probably was never going to give away 
her hymen again, and I was never going to let her give 
it to me again.  I didn't bother to tell her those 
things.  I told her only that I loved her and that I 
was sure Melina felt the same way.  
     The only other thing I told her was that I was 
afraid our biggest attraction was going to be out of 
commission for a while.  Arline smiled at my crude 
joke.  
     Arline got on her feet, grabbed her stethoscope, 
and followed me slowly to the bedroom.  There Melina 
was lying, asleep.  Arline removed Melina's blanket to 
check that she was not bleeding anymore, and satisfied 
that there was no more blood; Arline took her 
stethoscope and checked Melina's heartbeat and 
breathing.  When she was satisfied, she quietly said 
"We should let her sleep for now.  We'll check in on 
her later to make sure she's still stable."  
     Melina slept all that day and night.  When Melina 
did get up the next day it was still dark out.  She 
called to me and said, "I don't think I can stand up by 
myself.  Help me to the bathroom please."  I came into 
the bedroom and helped her out to the bathroom.  She 
sat down on the toilet and said, "Don't leave me."  
     I was stunned for a second.  She never let me be 
with her in the toilet unless I was being the toilet.  
I realized she doubtless was just being cautious, and 
that she knew she would most likely need my help to get 
her back in bed.  
     "Okay," she whispered finally, "let's get me back 
to bed."  
     When I helped her up, the toilet was filled with 
red liquid.  I pointed to it and Melina said "I'm okay; 
I'm just a little tired.  That blood's probably just 
there from yesterday."  
     I flushed the toilet and sat her back down.  
Melina protested but I didn't want to take any chances.  
I wanted to make sure she wasn't still bleeding.  We 
waited a few minutes until I were sure that there was 
no more blood coming out.  Afterward, I felt a little 
more secure that Melina was okay.  
     I returned Melina to her room.  Arline came in 
wielding her stethoscope.  She felt Melina's head and 
said "No fever.  That's good."  Then she listened to 
her heart and lungs and said "Sounds steady.  That's 
good.  Let's get her back to sleep, and we'll check on 
her more closely later, after the sun rises."  
     I went to bed but I couldn't sleep.  All I could 
see when I closed my eyes was Melina bleeding on the 
wall, Melina slumping over onto the bloody floor, 
Melina bleeding in bed, and Arline renting our bodies 
to depraved sex deviates, and spending all the money on 
drugs.  
     How could she?  I thought.  We'd sweat and toiled 
to scratch out that money and now it was gone.  All 
that pain we'd put up with, all that scum we'd 
swallowed or taken internally, smiling at the johns as 
if we'd enjoyed it.  Debasing ourselves, demeaning 
ourselves, living with humiliation, disgrace and 
dishonor, being laughed at, dumped on, prodded, 
pinched, poked, picked on, reduced, corrupted and now 
damaged.  
     I started crying as the reality of the full weight 
of our situation began to reveal itself to me.  For the 
first time ever, I stopped to question Arline's 
treatment of us and suddenly the nuts and bolts of our 
existence came crashing down on me like fallout.   
     What I finally came to realize that morning, was 
that Arline wasn't anything so noble as a sadist, or 
even a nymphomaniac.  She was just a drug addict with a 
nasty temper.  Melina and I were simply pawns in a 
losing game of chess.  
     And Melina, Christ Melina.  If she didn't get 
better I knew that I was going to go crazy.  Maybe sex 
had been a bit strained between the two of us lately, 
but I loved her and nothing was going to change that.  
I closed my eyes trying to get some sleep, but for a 
while, all I could think about was Melina dying and 
being buried in the back yard, in a hole next to the 
guy with the gun.  
     Morning came and when the sun rose, I did not feel 
bright and cheerful.  I'd been up all night, 
contemplating my and Melina's lives.  I was not 
enthusiastic about the prospects.  
     I decided that if Melina lived, I was going to run 
away with her.  Somewhere, far away. Somewhere, where 
there were no Arlines.  Somewhere we could live normal 
lives without pain, humiliation and strife.  Somewhere, 
where they didn't know us as the fresh meat you can 
fuck for two hundred bucks.  I decided to look on the 
internet to see if there was a place we could do that.  
     I was not happy with the result of my search.  
There were no serious jobs where one could be hired 
without a college degree.  Few places in the world 
would hire people as young as we were in the first 
place.  Those that would hire us, paid a wage so low, 
it would take us months just to save up enough for a 
blowjob.  Besides that, in most countries when children 
our age were found running around free, criminals would 
kidnap them and sell them as sex slaves.  The outcome 
did not look promising.  
     Arline woke shortly after I did.  She called me 
from Melina's room.  Arline was wearing a flashlight on 
her head like the ones workers use in mines.  "Hold her 
up; I need to examine her inside."  Arline had me get 
to the head of the bed and push on Melina's back.  
Melina was in great pain.  The simple act of pushing 
her up like that caused her to moan.  
     Arline stuck two fingers into Melina's vagina.  
Melina moaned in pain again.  Arline pushed two fingers 
from her other hand inside.  Melina moaned again.  
Arline then pulled her hands apart, opening up a gap in 
Melina's entryway.  "Say Ahhh" said Arline facetiously.  
Melina said "Ohhhh, oh owwwww" as Arline began 
inspecting inside of her with the flashlight.  
     "I meant downstairs." said Arline sternly. 
     "I know," said Melina, "But it hurts a real lot."  
     "Melina, don't be a baby" Said Arline, continuing 
her poking.  Arline turned her head sideways trying to 
get a better look inside.  It was not what Arline was 
hoping to see.  
     "I see," Arline said calmly.  "you have a tear in 
your vagina, Melina.  I'm going to have to place you on 
the injured list.  You're going to be out of commission 
for a while."  Being a seasoned nurse, Arline had a 
well practiced bedside manner.  
     With that, Arline pulled her fingers out and 
started walking away.  "Is she going to be okay?"  I 
asked.  
     "Oh, she'll be fine," said Arline, "nothing you 
don't see during childbirth.  We'll give her some 
aspirin and she'll be fine.  Trust me I'm a nurse."  
And she left.     
     After she left, I asked Melina how she felt.  She 
said "Thanks for asking.  Arline never asked me that.  
I don't feel right.  I have bad a headache and I feel 
weak and dizzy.  Also I can't stand up on my own, my 
vagina burns and there is an ache deep inside.  
There's some kind of foul discharge coming out 
and I'm still bleeding a little.  Other than that, 
I feel great."  She was crying by the time she got 
out the last of the statement.  
     Then, I was crying, "Somehow, I'm going to make it 
up to you."  I said.  
     "It's not your fault or your place to take on this 
burden," Melina said through her tears.  "You're just a 
kid."  She said that last part like there was something 
wrong with my being young.  
     "I'm sorry."  I said defensively.  
     "You don't even have the right to be sorry." She 
said loudly.  "What I need now is for you to come here, 
lie down next to me and hold me."  She said.  
     I was afraid it might be my last chance ever to do 
that again, so I lay gently down and hugged her 
tenderly.  She fell fast asleep.  I cried myself to 
sleep.  I was burned out from having been up all night 
worrying.
     We woke to Arline's voice "I thought I ordered you 
two not to touch each other.  I can see you can't be 
trusted.  I'm going to have to start tying you up 
again" she yelled.  "Get up you lazy bastard and do 
something."  She said to me.  And then to Melina she 
said.  "And you, you slut, you need to get better and 
start pulling your weight around here."  
     Melina looked up at Arline and said "I'm sorry 
mother.  I know how I must seem like dead wood to you 
now, how about if I just give blowjobs until I get back 
on my feet?"
     "I'll do whatever you want me to do," I said.  
"Why don't you call some of your queer friends and rent 
me out for another party.  Maybe if you string me up to 
the sawhorse, I'll be able to give blowjobs at one end 
while being buggered at the other."  In fact, if you 
get another sawhorse, we can set Melina up too.  We'll 
make up for the shortfall.  Don't worry; you'll be able 
to buy some more cocaine with the money soon.  I only 
want to make you happy."  I said.  
     Arline grabbed my arm and pulled me violently over 
to the sawhorse.  She began strapping me down.  I 
didn't go as willingly as I had in the past; I fought 
her tooth and nail, every inch of the way.  But she was 
bigger than I was, stronger than I was and meaner than 
I was, and she prevailed.  In the end there I was, 
completely naked, strapped inexorably to the sawhorse 
with its nasty teeth digging into my chest, stomach and 
crotch, in the prone position.  Arline walked out of 
the room.  When she came back in, she was wearing her 
leather glove for the first time since the guy with the 
gun incident and was carrying his bag.  
     Arline dug around the bag looking for something.  
She found it and proceeded to remove the blowtorch and 
the rod that the man had used.  She silently lit the 
torch and began heating up the rod.  
     "Let's see how you like it."  She said.  
     I was beginning to regret the sharp words I had 
used earlier.  "Okay Arline, I'm sorry."  I said, "I 
didn't know what I was saying." 
     Arline didn't respond.  
     "I was just joking," I said.  "A little levity.  
You know some lightheartedness.  Can't you take a 
joke?"  Arline continued heating the rod.  It was now 
beginning to glow.  
     "Besides if you do this, I'll be on the injured 
list with Melina and we'll have no source of income."  
I began straining.  The sawhorse was swaying but didn't 
even come close to releasing me.  
     Arline paused for a moment, then she said, "I'll 
pimp you out anyway.  It'll serve you right."  The rod 
was now glowing brightly.  "I'd be a shame to waste all 
this fuel, global warming and all."  Arline took the 
rod and held it really close to my ass.  I could feel 
the heat that it was giving off; my cheek was beginning 
to sting.  
     "All right," said Arline slowly.  "The customers 
might complain if they see grill marks on your ass.  
Also it's likely that afterward you will be somewhat 
crusty inside, and that might be a turn off for them.  
Besides as you said, we're already down one man and I 
don't want to risk a labor shortage."   
     She put the poker down and turned off the torch.  
"Don't forget this.  Your ass is mine."  (In more ways 
than one.)  She said.  "You owe me, and there may come 
a time when I will claim your ass."  
     I stopped straining.  Then Arline said, "I want to 
be pleasured now.  But first, I need foreplay."  With 
that, she took out the guy's switch and beat me.  She 
caned me harder than I can remember her doing for a 
long time, maybe the hardest ever.  The switch came 
down repeatedly, often landing in the crack directly 
onto my asshole.  The caning and the teeth on the 
crossbeam, which were centered between my balls and 
under my dick, made for a very painful experience.  
     When she finally let me loose, I had a boner the 
size of the Washington Monument and twice as hard.  She 
led me to her bedroom and lay down in bed.  "You're 
going to give me face."  She said.  "This had better be 
the best I've ever had, or I'm going to use that poker 
after all."  
     I got on my knees below her legs and began 
licking.  As usual, I started by trying to straighten 
her hairs, and cleansing her outer lips.  This I did 
thoroughly, working my way inward to her inner lips.  
These I also cleansed fully but more gently, being 
careful not to over stimulate her.  
     Next my tongue went about halfway into her quim, 
clearing off the fluids there left over from the 
previous day.  After a while, I went deeper inside of 
her vagina attempting to reach her g-spot, and running 
my tongue along the front to her clitoris.  She began 
to producing the delicious juices that I had come to 
associate with her taking pleasure in my work.  I 
continued that way and she began breathing in time to 
my licking, whereupon, I forged ahead, following the 
cue of her breathing.  
     As she began breathing faster and faster I stuck 
my fingers inside to open up her vagina and to provide 
additional stimulation.  Arline loved it when I did 
that.  Soon she began squeaking and I was working at 
top speed.  My nose was pressed firmly into her pubic 
hair and my chin was between her legs.  Arline grabbed 
a handful of my hair in each hand and pulled me down 
harder.  She was rocking back and forth and my tongue 
went deep each time she rocked down, and rolled up to 
her clitoris, each time she went up.  She began ohh, 
ohh, ohhing, then Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhing.  
This went on for about fifteen minutes during which 
time I feasted on her gravy.  
     Then she paused.  I began to worry she might not 
be happy in which case she might call her marker 
regarding the hot poker.  But she just wanted a 
breather and she said "Now, let's do some regular 
fucking."  
     Now I was worried, she almost never asked for 
straight sex.  I thought it might be a trap.  She 
usually didn't like running the risk that some sperm 
might touch her or, gasp, sneak inside.  Arline was not 
one to take chances, at least not with her own cunt.  
     "You on top?"  I asked.
     "No, you."  She said.  
     Now I was really worried.  She never allowed me on 
top.  To do that would mean for me to be in control.  
That was not her style.  I knew better than to question 
her though, so I climbed aboard.  My ass was still 
stinging from the caning and I had a fine erection.  I 
now placed it at the vaginal opening.  "Are you sure 
about this?"  I asked.  
     "Do I seem feeble minded to you?" she yelled 
indignantly.
     I lowered my hips.  She was plenty moist and my 
penis slipped easily inside.  "Mmmmm" she said.  I 
began slowly.  "Faster" she said.  I went a little 
faster.  "Faster" she said.  I went faster.  "Faster" 
she said tersely.  I went faster.  She began breathing 
heavily I continued pumping "Faster" she said 
breathlessly.  I began going at top speed.  She began 
squeaking loudly.  Then she began saying "Ohh, ohh, 
ohh, ohh" and then "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" at 
the top of her lungs.  I was moving my hips at top 
speed she was moving hers at top speed we were dancing 
perfectly, synchronously.  My dick was going deep 
inside her at warp speed, going where no man had gone 
before (Well...  I'm sure one man must have gone there at 
least once, about twelve years ago.)  She began 
screaming, "Yes, yes, yes." 
     After a short while, I began breathing heavily, my 
asshole and penis were tingling I was about to 
ejaculate.  I didn't know what to do.  Should I stop 
now and risk getting the red-hot poker shoved up my ass 
for stopping too soon?  Or wait until I climaxed and 
risk getting the red-hot poker shoved up my ass for 
injecting sperm inside her?  I decided push came to 
shove, (Literally) that as long as the outcome was 
going to be the same.  I might as well have the orgasm 
I chose door number two.  Who knows, I figured, it 
might just be my last orgasm ever.  Just then, 
Arline pushed me off her.  I fell out of bed 
frustrated, but unharmed.  
     Arline got up and fluid began leaking down her 
leg.  I got up and told her I would clean it up.  If 
that was going to be my payment for all that work, then 
so be it.  Arline reached over grabbed my penis and 
inspected it.  It was still standing at attention.  
Satisfied that the leakage was not from my having 
inseminated her, Arline said "No We'll just let it drip 
onto the floor."  Arline was denying me that, just to 
be mean.  I was a little discouraged; I had been 
waiting to savor that fluid.  

          End Part 31/56 Continued in part 32/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 32/56
Summary: Our hero is sadistically tortured.  
Keywords: ws,b,g,Fdom,bd,sad,tort,viol,ds


          It's Just A Fucking Machine. (Part 2)

     Arline led me into Melina's room and we checked 
her out.  She was pretty much the same as she had been 
the day before, though the bleeding had stopped 
entirely and the burning had gotten better.  She was 
still aching internally, and her symptoms now included 
fever and incontinence.  The bed was all wet with 
urine.  
     Arline seemed more concerned about Melina's sheets 
being wet than about her fever.  She gave Melina 
aspirin for the fever, the pain and the headache.  She 
gave Melina a towel for the incontinence.  "Take her to 
the bathroom," she told me.  I helped her out of bed.  
Melina limped to the bathroom leaking urine down her 
leg the whole way.  By the time we got there, she had 
nothing left. 
     I helped Melina back to her bed.  Arline said she 
wasn't going to get clean sheets all dirty just because 
Melina couldn't hold it in.  She said Melina would just 
have to make do. (Melina wasn't making doo, she was 
peeing.) I told Arline that I would sleep in the wet 
bed and that Melina could sleep in mine.  
     "Put a tarpaulin down first so she doesn't ruin 
that bed too."  Said Arline.  I helped Melina to my 
bedroom; she limped across the hallway leaking the 
whole way.  Arline decided not to get the towel dirty 
so Melina had to sleep naked on top of the raw plastic 
of the tarpaulin.
     "And clean that mess up."  Arline said to me, 
pointing to the floor.  I did.
     Later, Arline removed the wrist restraint from a 
drawer and tied me securely.  Next, she tied me to the 
bed in a prone position and propped my groin up with 
some pillows.  Suddenly I began to worry that she was 
going to get the poker out and do me, but she said, "I 
was well pleased by you today.  How about we save the 
hot poker treatment for another day, shall we?"
     With that, Arline pulled out the switch and began 
another round of caning.  "Why am I being beaten now?  
I didn't do anything wrong."  I said to Arline.  
     Arline answered "I'm beating you for just cause."
     "Just cause?"  I asked.
     "Yeah, just cause Melina's too sick to be beaten," 
was her answer.
     On some prior occasions, when Arline beat me and 
left me face down I was able to move my hips and 
masturbate.  It wasn't easy and it was a little rough, 
but it worked.  This time, following the beating, 
however, Arline untied me and then retied me face up so 
that I couldn't self stimulate.  It proved effective.  
I was all worked up with no place to go.    
     Arline then took out her cell phone and accessed 
the directory.  Her routine was to call her clients up 
in front of us so that we would know we were going to 
be used again.  She derived joy out of our having prior 
knowledge of our engagements.  If it involved pain, she 
would tell us as much as she knew about it, to make us 
"sweat it out."  
     She began calling all of her gay clientele trying 
to book me up.  She was having a tough time.  Many 
weren't home when she called, some were broke, and a 
lot weren't impressed, or expressed discouragement that 
Melina wasn't also available.
     Eventually she lined up three appointments.  Two 
who were going to bugger me and one who was planning 
something so heinous he "wouldn't talk about it over 
the phone."  
     Arline complained to me that the johns only 
offered twenty-five dollars apiece for my ass.  Then 
she gloated about the third man, "I bet you're going to 
be sorry by the time he leaves.  He boasted that he 
wouldn't tell me what he was going to do to you, 
because it was so terrible."  
     Arline then tied me up to the sawhorse with my 
butt prominently displayed, and my penis and balls 
impaled on the saw-tooth crossbeam.  It was painful 
just waiting for them to arrive.  When they did arrive, 
both of the gay men decided to take Arline up on the 
idea of doing me at the same time, one in front and one 
in back.  Actually, it was my idea but Arline took the 
credit for it.  
     The first guy lubed my ass and stuck his thicker 
than average penis inside me without allowing me any 
time to dilate and then lay down on top of me making it 
extremely painful and hard to breathe.  The second 
stuck his longer than average penis hastily down my 
throat; besides choking me, it also tasted bad.  
     I did my best to accommodate both gentlemen.  Once 
I got used to the size of the man in back, I began to 
tighten my sphincter muscles and squeeze my ass cheeks 
together to give him a good firm grip.  For the guy in 
front, I closed my lips tightly around his penis and 
rubbed the back of my tongue on his head to give him a 
sensual ride.  
     Coordinating the two actions took a while to get 
straight, like the old trick of patting your head and 
rubbing your tummy at the same time, but eventually 
after I got it down; I was able to perform the two 
activities for as long as I needed to.  The men took 
about ten minutes at which point they came almost 
simultaneously squirting ejaculate into both of my 
holes at once.  Yecch.  I didn't say that, I just 
swallowed hard and sucked the man in my mouth dry.  "I 
want to be cleaned off too" said the other guy.  So I 
had him stick his member in my mouth and gave him a 
quick rinse cycle.  Full service.  
     The men  left and Arline came in.  "Well," she 
said.  "The men  left you a tip.  I promised I'd give 
it to you" She held up a nickel.  "This is yours.  
Swallow it," she said menacingly.  
     She forced my mouth open and put the nickel in.  
Then she held my nose closed and put her other hand 
over my mouth.  "It better be swallowed when I let you 
go.  I'm not going to allow you to breathe until it's 
gone."  I did my best to swallow it.  After about five 
trials I finally did.  I was nearly unconscious by that 
time.  
     "By the way, the third client isn't going to be 
here for hours.  I'm going to leave you strung up until 
he gets here.  I can't wait until he gets here so I can 
see what he does to you.  If it really hurts, maybe 
I'll start doing it too.  I can always use some new 
ideas on punishment for you and Melina."
     The serrated crossbeam of the sawhorse had been 
digging into me for about three hours following the 
departure of the gay clients.  By the time the third 
patron arrived, I was almost glad to see him, but then 
I became filled with anxiety.  He had the same type of 
bag the guy with the gun carried.  The kind Arline was 
using.  
     As promised, Arline came in with him, sat down and 
just watched.  
     The man removed a steel tool from the bag.  He 
forced my mouth open and stuck it in.  It fit my teeth 
like a pair of braces.  He began turning two 
thumbscrews on the outside and they began forcing my 
jaw apart.  
     I tried ejecting the device with my tongue, but 
was unable to.  He continued screwing (The thumb-
screws that is) and my mouth began to open up 
uncomfortably.  Soon it became painful.  I wondered 
if that was going to be the torture, because it 
hurt a lot, but the guy stopped before my jaw broke.  
Then the man took out a small mirror mounted on the 
end of a stick and what looked like a dentist's pick.  
     I wondered was this actually a dentist's 
appointment, another one of Arline's sick jokes?  
     The man placed the mirror inside my mouth and 
began looking at my teeth.  "Aha" he said, "you have a 
cavity, you should really take better care of your 
teeth."  With that, he took the pick and inserted it 
into my mouth.  "Is it safe?  Is it safe?" He asked.  
     "You're talking to me?  I asked.  
     "Is it safe?"  He asked again.  
     "Is what safe?"  I tried to ask with the device in 
my mouth.  
     "Is it safe?"  He asked again.  
     "I don't know what you mean.  I can't tell you 
something's safe or not, unless I know specifically 
what you're talking about."  I said.
     "Is it safe?"  The man asked again.
     "Tell me what the "it" refers to."  I said 
panicked.
     "Wrong answer." he said.  With that, he stuck the 
pick into one of my teeth causing great pain.  I cried 
out.  The man laughed and then asked again.  "Is it 
safe?"  I tried to tell him that I had no idea what he 
was talking about but with the device holding my jaw 
open I was unintelligible.  The man stuck the pick into 
my tooth again.  I screamed again.  I looked over at 
Arline, she was smiling.  
     Normally, when Arline punished me she inflicted my 
retribution at the site of one of my erogenous zones 
(those areas associated with sexual arousal).  As a 
result, it was easy to transmute the pain into an 
aphrodisiac like experience.  That's why even though it 
might hurt terribly at first; I found it stimulating 
after it was over.  
     But the pain this man was causing me was not being 
delivered at an appropriate site, and was therefore 
empty, unenjoyable anguish.  It did not provide the 
titillation that Arline's pain did.  
     "Is it safe?"  The man asked again.  
     "It's safe," I said through the metal device in my 
mouth.  
     "Are you sure?" he asked.  
     "Yes" I said.  
     The man laughed and said" I don't believe you."  
With that, he plunged the pick onto my tooth again.  
     I screamed again.
     I looked over at Arline.  Arline was not really 
smiling any more.  I took that to mean that she was not 
pleased by the game he was playing.  Arline took 
pleasure in abusing my erogenous zones too.  That's one 
of the reasons beating me turned her on so much.  
     "Show me." said Arline.  
     The man pointed to one of my teeth with the pick.  
"Over there, see?"  He handed the pick to Arline.  
Arline took a shot at it.  It was a home run!  I 
screamed again.  Arline began looking a little 
nauseous.  Abuse was one thing, but this guy was just 
causing me to suffer.  Arline was not getting any 
satisfaction out of it.  She couldn't even figure out 
how or why the man was enjoying it   
     Arline said to the man "Make sure you don't break 
any of his teeth."  Then she whispered something into 
my ear.  She walked out and closed the door.  The man 
continued picking at my teeth, torturing me, for 
another half an hour while I screamed and screamed.  
Though he asked me repeatedly, I would not give him the 
satisfaction of telling him what Arline had whispered 
to me.  
     It turns out, Arline had said she was sorry.  
Who'd a thunk it?  


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 33/56
Summary: Melina isn't ready for work, gets worse. 
Keywords: Fb,Mb,Mg,bd,rim,sad,sm,cbt,anal,fat,
oral,piv,toys,pins

          It's Just A Fucking Machine. (Part 3)

     After the man left, Arline released me from the A-
frame.  I had ripples from the saw teeth, all the way 
down my chest and across my penis.  She led me into my 
bedroom where Melina was resting and let me lie next to 
her.  Then she left us in the room without putting on 
the usual restraints and closed the door.  I hugged 
Melina but did not try to get in her pants.  (Not that 
she was wearing any.)
     Several days passed.  Arline had tried her 
damnedest to pimp me out, but interest in me was 
sporadic at best.  One thing she did make clear during 
those few days however, was that my ass was still 
hers.  
     Melina was feeling much better.  Her fever had 
gone away the incontinence had stopped and her headache 
was better.  She was even able to get around a little 
by herself, though with difficulty due to the burning 
and aching she was still feeling internally.  
     Arline came into my room; the one Melina was 
staying in, and told me to exchange mattresses with the 
wet one from Melina's room.  I did and Arline put on my 
wrist restraints.  She tied me up, to one of the beds 
in the parlor, in the prone position with my legs 
spread.  Arline tied Melina face up, spread eagle to 
the other bed.  
     "Time to earn your keep."  She said.  "We're open 
for business as usual," Arline said brightly.  Suddenly 
Arline stared down at Melina.  "Aren't those cute 
little tits you got."  She declared.  "I wouldn't be in 
any hurry to grow those if I were you; those buds have 
been your best asset.  Can't sell you off as a child if 
they get too big you know."  
     Then she turned to me "And you, my little bugger 
bait, you'd better stop growing hairs on your balls or 
we're going to have to remove them.  The hairs, not the 
balls.  Well ...  maybe both."  Arline giggled.  She 
could say the nicest things.  
     I asked Arline if she didn't think Melina might 
need a few more days to recover.  She didn't answer me.  
Instead, she went to the closet and took out the 
switch.  Then she caned me solidly up and down my ass 
until it was uniformly red all over.  

 
                 On Pins And Needles.  
     Arline pulled out her cell phone and began 
calling.  This time a large number of interested 
parties received her calls.  Once they heard that 
Melina was back, everyone responded positively and 
Arline quickly had a list of appointments.  She was 
still calling when the first of the johns arrived.  
     The man walked in carrying a small black doctor's 
bag.  I recognized him as one of the needle play 
people.  He always requested me.  I wasn't fond of 
needle play, but I figured better me than Melina.
     He started right away.  Without even so much as a 
hello, he began sticking numerous long pins into my ass 
cheeks, which Arline had displayed conveniently for 
him.  For variety, he stuck some of them in slowly, and 
others he drove in quickly and violently.  I wasn't 
sure which I disliked more.  
     After a while, he took some duct tape and taped my 
ass cheeks apart to get access to my asshole.  Then he 
began meticulously sticking pins into and around my 
sphincter.  He had brought many pins with him, it 
seemed.  When he was satisfied, he began spanking my 
ass cheeks severely, with the pins still in them.  That 
wasn't so painful, but it scared the pants off me (So 
to speak.)  Just the thought of how the pins would be 
going deeper inside of me as my ass cheeks became 
compressed fills me with apprehension even today.  Then 
he took a massive vibrating dildo and began forcefully 
plunging it into my fully adorned back door.  
     When he got tired of that, he untied my legs and 
turned me over onto my back (With the pins still in 
place, and the dildo up my ass.)  He then began 
sticking pins into my nipples, and breasts.  The 
nipples he pierced through and through and the ones in 
my breasts he placed in horizontally so as to run them 
across the most sensitive nerves which lie close to the 
skin.  
     Next he began piercing my penis with the pins.  
These really hurt.  They hurt on the outside going in, 
on the inside going through, and then on the outside 
coming out again.  He also began sticking pins into the 
hole in my dick diagonally so that they stuck out the 
side, and my dick began to look a little like a 
triceratops.  
     After a while, my penis, which had become erect 
when he did my backside, became limp and shrank, but 
that didn't bother him.  
     I wasn't sure how many he had placed in me.  Then 
he said "You're lucky.  I'd be placing them in your 
balls now, but Arline won't let me."  
     "Yeah.  Lucky!"  I figured.  "That's what it is."
     Eventually, Arline came in and told him his time 
was up.  "Okay," he said "but don't expect me to remove 
the pins now that you're kicking me out."  He left.  I 
smiled because I knew he'd left his dildo.  (Good 
dildos are expensive you know.  Finder's keeper's and 
all that.)  
     Meanwhile, a duo of guests had arrived for Melina.  
One fucked her while she sucked the other one off.  The 
blowjob came off without a hitch, but Melina was having 
a hard time with the lay.  The man was not enjoying 
himself, as he should have been.  The man kept jumping 
up and down on stuffing his dick into her bread box, 
but Melina's heart was not in it.  (In more ways than 
one.)
     "How you doing" I asked.  
     "Not so good" said Melina.  "It hurts a real lot.  
I don't think I'm ready to start back to work."  
     Arline heard that.  "Don't worry," she said.  
"It's probably just a little inflammation.  I'm sure 
the swelling will go down soon and you'll be back to 
your cheerful self in no time."   
     Eventually the man climaxed and Melina moved on to 
handle some more of the clients (So to speak.)  The 
next two came off without a headache (So to speak.)  
     Meanwhile Arline convinced one guy that what he 
really wanted, was to sodomize me with all of the pins 
stuck in me.  She tied me spread eagle face down, 
removed the dildo, and the man began pumping merrily 
away.  
     As he did, the pins, which were still all over me, 
began digging their way deeper into my skin.  The nerve 
endings are all at the top of the skin so driving the 
pins deeper didn't really make that big a difference.  
     What did hurt were the pins in my dick, which has 
nerve endings throughout.  Also the pins in my dick, 
which he had put in diagonally, were sticking out, and 
were now digging into my balls.  The pins in my 
breasts, which he had placed in horizontally, which were 
running just under the skin, where the sensitive nerve 
endings were, also hurt a lot.  
     Suddenly the guy riding me screamed and pulled 
hard.  "Help, I'm stuck," the guy screamed.  
Apparently, one of the pins in my back door was 
sticking out and had caught him like a fishhook.  I 
laughed inwardly at the irony of the situation.  The 
man on the other hand didn't find it so funny.  The pin 
had impaled the guy and he couldn't get his dick out 
without putting up with some pain.  He just kept 
screaming.  
     "Welcome to my world," I thought to myself.    
     Everyone stopped what he or she was doing and 
looked at us.  Arline came over and reached under the 
man, trying to remove the pin.  There were just too 
many pins in my ass.  With the man on top of me, Arline 
couldn't get a good look underneath to find out which 
one it was.  
     The guy was starting to hyperventilate.  Arline 
paused for a moment.  Then she said "Don't worry, I'm a 
nurse, I can handle this."  Arline stuck her hand 
gently between us.  Then she gently grabbed the shaft 
of the guy's penis.  Suddenly she pulled firmly on it 
and the man fell off the bed holding his cock and 
screaming at the top of his lungs.  He was in pain but 
he was at least free of the impediment.  It actually 
didn't bother me that much.  (I found it funny.)
     The guy's penis was bleeding at a fairly steady 
rate.  Arline told Melina to put his penis in her mouth 
until the bleeding stopped and she went into the other 
room.  Melina attended the wound with her usual prowess 
and the guy climaxed before Arline got back.  Melina 
swallowed the produce.  By the time Arline came back, 
the man had stopped bleeding.  Arline took some cotton 
and alcohol.  The guy freaked at the sight of the 
alcohol so Arline simply wiped his penis dry with a 
cotton ball.  Then she put some antibiotic ointment on 
it and covered the injury with a band-aid.  Secretly, I 
wished Arline had used alcohol instead of antibiotic.  
I figured it was lucky for the man that Arline was a 
nurse; otherwise we might not have known what to do.  
(Yeah right.)  
     "There'll be no charge for our services."  Arline 
said kindly to the man as he left.  
     At that point, Arline decided it might be best to 
remove the pins.  She released my wrist restraints and 
told me to do it.  I untied my legs and began the 
laborious task of removing the pins.  I began in the 
front with the ones in my breasts.  For some reason 
these were, at that point, the most painful ones.  As I 
pulled each one out, they hurt almost as much as they 
did going in.  I didn't find any difference between 
removing them slowly and yanking them out quickly, so I 
decided if I removed them quickly, they'd be out 
sooner.  
     Next I began removing the ones in my penis.  These 
were more painful to remove than the ones in my 
breasts.  Also, they bled, sometimes substantially, so 
I had to blot them dry lest they dirty the sheets.  I 
worked more slowly on those.  Several of the pins which 
had been stuffed into the hole in my dick did not stick 
out the side, the way most of them did, so I had 
squeeze my dick head in order to "squirt" them out.  
Thank God, he used pins with large spherical heads or I 
might still be wearing some of them today.  
     Next, I began removing the ones in my asshole.  
These were easy for the most part, except for some of 
them, which were inside.  I had to go diving to get at 
those.  Lastly, I removed the ones in my ass cheeks.  
They were easy.  I ran my hands down my ass feeling the 
now clear surface.  All told, there were about seventy 
pins plus the dildo in me, I wondered if I had gotten 
them all.  
     Meanwhile, Melina had her hands full, (In more 
ways than one.)  She was jerking two guys off and 
giving a blowjob at the same time.  "You okay?"  I 
asked her.  "Yeph" she answered, her mouth full of 
dick.  I took the next customer.  She wanted straight 
fucking, "Hold the mayo please," she said.  
     "If you beat me, I'll give you a great lay."  I 
said.  
     "What?" she asked surprised.  
     I ran and got her Arline's switch and presented it 
to her.  "I've been bad, I've let my hard-on down," I 
said.  "If you beat me, you'll teach me a good lesson, 
and I'll take care of you."  
     "Are you serious?" she asked.  
     I did my best imitation of a pouting child, while 
nodding my head, yes.  I'm sure, it must have been 
believable, I am only eleven.  
     "Okay, if you say so."  With that, she bent me 
over her knee and started spanking me.
     "Harder" I said.  She spanked me harder.  
     "Harder" I said, "use the switch and do it really, 
really hard"
     "Well, if you're sure."  She grabbed the switch 
and beat me thoroughly.  "More" I said loudly.  She 
beat really, really intensely and continued to beat me 
until she felt my erection sticking into her knee.  
     After that, my ass burned for an hour during which 
I serviced her completely.  I licked her ass, ate her 
out, we did sixty-nine, I had her sit on my face, then 
we began straight fucking.  I climbed on top, then she 
climbed on top, then I climbed on top again.  I lost 
count of how many times she climaxed, but in the end 
she was one satisfied customer.  (In more ways than 
one.)    
     While all this was happening, I had lost track of 
Melina.  She was having straight sex with a huge man.  
The man must have weighed four hundred pounds.  Poor 
Melina was completely obscured by the man's fat rolls, 
which were spilling over her body like a blanket.  
Melina was making a sound like "Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh,"  
When I listened carefully I realized she was not having 
an orgasm, but was screaming as best she could, given 
her restricted breathing, what with the man's full 
weight on top of her.  
     It was lucky I was not tied up; I ran over to the 
man and screamed, "Stop.  Stop.  She can't take it.  
She's just a little girl for Christ's sake."  I pounded 
on the man's back until he responded.  The man got up 
and glared at me.  He lumbered over to me and pulled 
his arm back, ready to hit me.  That was when he 
noticed the blood covering his hand.  He looked at 
Melina her sheets were saturated with blood.  
     "I thought she seemed a little juicy."  He said.  
Then he mumbled, "I'm sorry" and walked out.  
     "Arline" I screamed, "Come quickly."  
     Arline must have heard the urgency in my voice, 
because she came right in.  "Oh my God" she cried.  
"Melina, what happened?" 
     Melina stirred slightly "Mother" she said "I don't 
feel so good.  I think something's wrong."
     Arline pulled out her phone and dialed a stored 
number.  "It's me" she said.  "I'm calling in that 
favor you owe me."  The voice on the other end said 
something.  "No, it has to be now.  We can't wait.  
This is an emergency."  She gave the voice our address 
and directions and hung up.  I was hoping it wasn't 
another john.  "Hang in there baby." she said, "Help is 
on the way."


          End Part 33/56 Continued in part 34/56
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<4th attachment, "War And Piece 34 of 56.txt" begin>

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 34/56
Summary: A doctor blackmails Arline.  Melina starts 
recovering.  
Keywords: b,g,FM,Fb,bd,exhib,creampie,ws,cbt,blackmail,
oral,copr,ws,Fdom,ht,oral,scat,

                   The Doctor Is In.

     About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang.  
Arline sent me to answer it.  It was a well-dressed man 
with a doctor's bag.  I was hoping it wasn't another 
client with some contraption in his bag to use on 
Melina.  The man introduced himself.  
     "I'm Doctor Parmally," he said.  I brought him 
into the parlor.  Arline had sent all of the customers 
away and put away all of the sex paraphernalia.  She 
had put a blanket on Melina and covered the other bed 
by the time we got there.  Essentially, it looked 
pretty much like a normal bedroom.   
     "Melina had an accident on her bicycle today.  It 
looked okay at first, but then this happened."  Arline 
pointed to the blood.  
     Doctor Parmally checked her heart and stuff, 
looked at her throat with a tongue depressor, examined 
her with an otoscope (Whatever that does) looked in her 
nose, took her temperature etc. 
     "I'm going to have to look inside of you," he 
said pointing downstairs "Will you be okay with that?"  
     "Yes," answered Melina.  "People do that to me all 
day long," Melina said, smiling warmly.
     Doctor Parmally's jaw dropped.  He was speechless.  
     "Oh, she doesn't mean that".  Said Arline, "I'm 
sure she doesn't realize what she is saying right now." 
     "Your boy should leave the room now," Said Doctor 
Parmally.  
     "Oh, we have no secrets in this house.  It's time 
he learned something about the birds and the bees.  
Besides, he's not my boy."  Arline winked at me.  
     Doctor Parmally seemed uneasy.  He looked at 
Melina and said "You okay with him being here?"  
     Melina answered, "Yes, he sees me like that all 
the time too."  She smiled again.
     Doctor Parmally gulped.  Then he went into his bag 
and brought out a shiny metal device that looked like 
two shoehorns.  He grabbed the end of the blanket 
covering Melina's vagina.  He made a motion implying 
that he intended to remove the blanket.  Then he looked 
first at Arline, then at Melina to make sure he had 
understood correctly.  They both smiled at him warmly 
and nodded their heads.  With that, he removed the 
blanket and told Melina to spread her legs.  He checked 
with Arline and Melina again then he checked with me.  
Melina spread her legs.  
     Doctor Parmally placed some lubricant on Melina's 
vulva and then inserted the speculum.  With that, he 
gently spread the blades, shined the otoscope in and we 
all looked inside.  
     "You said this was from a bicycle accident?  
That's not what it looks like.  There is a tear in her 
vagina.  This looks like it's from some sort of abuse 
to me."  He declared assertively.  "I think she should 
be hospitalized," he said.  
     "Please," said Arline, "We have no insurance, we 
don't have much money and we can't afford to pay for 
the hospital.  They probably won't take us with our 
finances the way they are, anyway."  
     "I guess she's probably going to be okay.  It will 
heal on its own eventually, but she needs rest and lots 
of it.  I'll give you a prescription for antibiotics 
and one for sleeping pills.  The dosage will be on the 
label.  She needs complete bed rest for a full week.  
That means, she needs to be completely cared for, 
meals, bedpan, the works, understand?  Arline nodded.
Additionally, she can't do any heavy activity for two 
weeks after that.  I can't believe I'm saying this 
for an eleven-year-old girl, but that means no 
vaginal sex.  Do you understand?" he said sternly.  
     Arline nodded her head again.  
     "I'm going to have to report this to the 
authorities," said Doctor Parmally.  
     "Please don't do that." Said Arline "You have to 
believe me, it was a bicycle accident.  Do I look like 
an abusive parent?"  Arline was smiling an angelic 
"butter wouldn't melt in her mouth" smile.  Doctor 
Parmally wasn't buying it.  
     "Please, don't report me.  I'll do anything."  
Arline lifted her breasts up provocatively while 
pouting suggestively.  "Anything," She repeated.  
     "Anything?"  Asked Doctor Parmally.
     "Anything."  Arline answered, with conviction in 
her voice.
     "In that case, we have some "business" to 
discuss."  Said Doctor Parmally.
     Arline and the doctor left.  I sat in the parlor 
waiting with Melina.  From inside Arline's bedroom I 
could hear Arline squeaking.  It occurred to me that it 
was one of the only times I could think of when Arline 
had actually done her fair share of the work.  I heard 
the front door slam.  
     Arline came into the parlor and grabbed me by the 
arm.  She led me to her bedroom, put on restraints she 
had there, and tied me to the mattress, face up, and 
legs spread.  
     She sat down on my face and said "Clean me out."  
She was gagging so hard she could hardly form her lips 
to say the words.  I stuck my tongue in.  There was a 
foreign flavor inside.  I recognized it was male.  "Go 
deep, and keep sucking," she said.  Then she sat down 
on my face really hard in an effort to get my tongue as 
deep inside as possible.  
     Then she said "Stop swallowing.  Pump this back 
into my vagina.  I want it to rinse me out."  With 
that, she peed into my open mouth.  I let my mouth fill 
and then blew it back up her.  She continued to pee and 
I continued to redirect it back inside.  Soon I could 
feel resistance from inside of her.  At that point, I 
drank the rest, and let her vagina empty into my mouth 
then pushed it back up and so on, effectively douching 
her out with her own urine.  
     I continued doing that until most of the liquid 
had disappeared.  I wondered where it went, but 
realized that I must have been drinking small amounts 
of it a little at a time until it was gone.  I wasn't 
crazy about swallowing the sperms but I was pretty 
accustomed to it.  The doctor's sperm couldn't be any 
worse than that of any of the other john's.  I figured 
doctors have clean hands so the sperms are probably 
more sanitary then others.  Afterward, when Arline 
didn't get up, I assumed that she wanted me to continue 
sucking and licking her out.  
     Arline took a rubber band and placed it around my 
balls.  She took another one and placed it around my 
dick head.  Then she began plucking the rubber bands 
like a guitar at a rock concert until she was satisfied 
with my hard-on.  
     "That miserable doctor had a tiny penis.  The 
bastard hardly even excited me, and then he shot scum 
inside me.  I want a real orgasm now, and it better be 
good."  Arline said.  "Remember that hot poker?"  
Obviously, Arline remembered.  She was going to hold it 
over my head, probably until she used it.  Well, I 
decided, she wasn't going to use it today, not if I had 
anything to say about it.  
     Arline grabbed my dick tightly and held on.  I 
began eating her out.  Arline started cold, then warmed 
up to rocking then squeaking, then Ohh, Ohh, Ohhing, 
then shrieking at the top of her lungs, and dripping 
her delicious creamy fluids into my mouth.  I kept her 
shrieking for another twenty minutes licking and 
lapping, until finally she rolled off me.  By the 
time she was satisfied, her flavor had returned to 
normal.  Arline lay down next to me and for the first 
time ever, she put her arm affectionately under my head.  
     We woke up the next morning.  Melina was crying 
out for help.  Arline woke with a start to find her arm 
under my head.  She pulled it out so violently it made 
my head spin (Literally.) 
     Arline went in to see what Melina wanted.  She 
came back in and untied me.  "Melina wants to use the 
toilet.  She can't leave the bed and I don't want her 
dirtying my personal bedpan.  Take care of her needs.  
Know what I mean?  Then she wants breakfast.  Don't 
give her any shit."  (Literally)  "Take care of 
anything else she wants, but no fucking, understand?  
I'm going out to get some groceries and her 
prescriptions."  
     "Okay," I said.  I went in to Melina.  "I'm here 
to service you."  I said.  
     "No bedpan?"  Melina asked.  
     "Arline told me to take care of your needs myself, 
I want to do that."  
     "I hope you haven't eaten yet, 'because you're in 
for a large breakfast"
     Melina got on her knees and I got under her.  "You 
thirstier or hungrier" she asked.  
     "Which would you prefer?"  I asked.  
     "Thirsty" she answered.  I opened my mouth beneath 
the appropriate organ.  Melina began peeing slowly; I 
was having no problem keeping up.  I was enjoying her 
nectar when suddenly she said "Oh, no."  
     The next thing I knew she was shitting into my 
nose.  She hadn't stopped peeing but now she was 
shitting at the same time.  I moved up to contain her 
bowel movements and she continued peeing onto my neck.  
I figured it would be messier to clean up the BM so I 
continued consuming at my current station, even though 
her fecal matter had turned to liquid.  It was bitter, 
foul and slimy and soon was full of farts making it 
hard to swallow, but my beloved Melina had produced it 
and I loved her, so I did what I had to do without 
hesitation, question, remorse or disgust.  
     After, I took the towel Arline had given Melina 
and wiped down my neck.  By some miracle, the pee had 
not wet the bed sheets.  I went into the kitchen.  I 
looked around.  I had hoped to bring a menu list of 
options for breakfast to Melina, but there was only one 
item; oatmeal.  I made the oatmeal added some brown 
sugar and cinnamon and brought it to Melina.
     Melina peered suspiciously at the oatmeal.  "Brown 
sugar and cinnamon" I answered before she asked.  
     "Then Arline's not angry with me?" she asked.  
     "Oh, she's plenty angry, but she's going to wait 
till you're all healthy before she starts punishing 
you.  Meanwhile she has me to take it all out on.  
     "I'm sorry," said Melina.  
     "It's not your fault."  I answered.  "Arline's 
just sick.  Anyway, I'd rather she took it out on me 
than on you.  It breaks my heart to see her hurting you.  
I'd rather suffer the physical pain than the mental."  
     Melina ate some of the oatmeal.  She wasn't very 
hungry.  I figured I'd better finish the bowl.  Mostly, 
because it might be the only food I got that day, but 
also because Arline might take offense at Melina 
"wasting food."  
     "Do you want me to shit in it for you?" asked 
Melina, comically.  
     "No thanks, I've already had my minimum daily 
requirement.  But if you need to shit again, just tell 
me.  I'm Johnny on the spot."  (So to speak.)  Melina 
and I both laughed.  It was good to see her laugh.  
We'd had so few occasions to laugh lately.  
     Arline had returned so I went in to give Arline my 
report on Melina.  Arline was on her bed, waving a 
little cocaine vial with some cloudy liquid in it.  
"This is my insurance policy for the doctor.  It's some 
of his scum.  I collected it just after he left.  If he 
rats on me or if I get pregnant by him, I have proof 
that will destroy him if I need to.  How's Melina?"
     "She seems better" I said "She had a bowel 
movement and ate some breakfast."
     "A bowel movement," said Arline.  "Guess that 
means you've had breakfast too, huh?"  
     "Yes."  I answered. 

          End Part 34/56 Continued in part 35/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 35/56
Summary: Arline hurts our hero.  Melina needs to be
serviced by our hero.
Keywords: b,g,bg,F/b,bd,sad,tort,rom,anal,ht,ws
oral,copr


                        Incensed.

     The next day Arline woke me up early and gave me 
my bath and breakfast.  "Let's go, I owe you, for 
letting me fall asleep in your bed.  It's piss covered 
and my arm fell asleep, you know."  Arline smiled 
affectionately and grabbed my arm.  She led me gently 
to my room and tied me face down on bed with pillows 
bolstering my mid section.  
     Was she going to do the hot poker thing?  I 
wondered.  
     "Let me see, what can we do today?  What to do?  
What to do?  I know, let's burn some incense to help 
clear my mind while I decide how to punish you."
     Arline got some duct tape and taped my ass cheeks 
apart.  "Three sticks ought to be enough."  Arline took 
three sticks of incense and cut the stems off at 
different lengths.  Then she fanned out the three 
sticks placing them into my butt hole each with a 
consecutively longer lead-time.  Then she lit the 
incense.  "Mmmm patchouli.  Don't you love patchouli?"
     I hated patchouli.  I felt it was more unbearable 
than the torture that I was about to receive.  I 
decided not to answer her.  Arline walked around the 
room dusting and pinching my ass cruelly as she waited 
for the first of the sticks to reach the first stage.  
     Soon I was feeling the first of the sticks, the 
glowing ember began getting close enough to start 
warming my ass.  Actually, it felt rather nice against 
the cold air of the room, but that was only until it 
got to the second stage.  The heating stage, where it 
began to feel like very hot water.  Not terrible, but 
not soothing either.  Next, it began to itch, my ass 
cheeks tried to close reflexively, but the tape did its 
job and held them open.  
     The first incense began to sting and I began to 
twitch but Arline had tied the knots well, I could not 
escape, and neither did my twitching exorcise the 
incense.  Subsequently the incense reached the next 
stage; the burning stage.  I began to open and close my 
fists preparing for the inevitable next stage, the 
unbearable stage.  Whereupon, there was nothing I could 
do except clench my fists, grit my teeth, tremble and 
scream for the next two minutes until the ember 
extinguished itself within the folds of my back door.  
Needless to say, that's what I did.  
     I got only a few moments respite from the pain 
before the next incense began warming a different part 
of my ass.  Once again the warming felt nice but was 
foreboding.  "What do you want from me, Arline?"  I 
said.  
     "I want to pay you back for my waking up with my 
arm around you" Arline said, a caustic look on her 
face.  "You don't deserve affection from me."  She 
said.
     "What can I do to avoid this, I'll do anything you 
want."  I said.  
     "I want you to clench your fists, grit your teeth, 
tremble and scream," She answered smugly.
     I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, trembled 
and screamed.  "Not good enough."  Arline said "I know 
you can do better.  Try again."
     I did it again, only tighter, harder, faster and 
louder.  
     "That was better, but was still not convincing 
enough."  Arline said "I'm sure you can do even 
better."  
     I tried a third time.  Arline said "Much better, 
but I was hoping you'd put more... uh... soul into it."   
     By then the second incense had reached the 
unbearable stage.  I clenched, grit, trembled and 
screamed for the next two minutes.
     "There you go."  Said Arline, "I knew you could do 
it.  Now just do it once more like that for me, and 
I'll be happy."  
     I tried, but Arline obviously had decided on three 
sticks and she wasn't going to sell herself short or 
let me off with less.  
     By the end of the third incense, I was drenched in 
sweat and ready for sleep.  
     Arline took a towel and dried me off.  Then she 
said "Oh Charlie's here, he wants to bugger you.  No 
need to get up."  
     Arline brought Charlie into the room.  "Patchouli" 
he said.  "Oh I love patchouli."  Then he did me.  
Fortunately, it was over in a moment.  Charlie was hot 
to trot, and he came instantly, squirting hot jizz into 
my violated rectum.  He never suspected that I was 
damaged goods, but he enjoyed the goods part.  (So to 
speak.)  He called Arline but Arline did not answer.  
Then he stuck a rolled up hundred dollar bill in my 
asshole and left.  
     Arline was in the bathroom, taking a shower.  She 
had taken the hand held shower down from the wall and 
unscrewed the head.  Then she sat in the tub, took the 
free end of the hose and stuck it deep into her vagina.  
She continued to do this for thirty-five minutes while 
the water from the hose irrigated her internally and I 
waited.  
     Afterward she dried off and put her bathrobe on.  
She went into my room, took the hundred-dollar bill and 
untied me.  She told me to take care of Melina.  Then 
she went into her bedroom.   
 


                 A Full Service Station.

     I went into Melina's room and checked her out.  
She needed to pee so I took care of that.  The licking 
stimulated her and she said "suck my sphincter" I did 
and was rewarded with a couple of small firm turds, 
nice neat ones with good character and a fine bouquet.  
     I twisted my head to get out from under her.  
"Wait."  Melina said, then, she whispered "Suck me off.  
Please."  I replied that the doctor had said no heavy 
activity.  Melina said "But I don't want you to attack 
me with a two inch thick dildo, or sit on me with four 
hundred pounds of fat."  I just want some simple, 
gentle, oral stimulation."
     "I don't know, Melina," I said.  "Arline's right 
next door."    
     "Don't worry, I'll be quiet."  Melina said,  "She 
won't know anything."  
     "For the record" I said, "I think this is a really 
stupid idea."
     "If Arline catches us, we'll just tell her that I 
was peeing and you were cleaning me off."  Suggested 
Melina
     I moved under her vagina.  Melina's flavor was 
good, except for maybe a slightly bloody taste, as if 
she was at the end of her period.  I was starting to 
enjoy her flavor when I realized that part of her 
flavor was that of sperm.  I grappled with the idea 
that all those men who had had sex with her had left 
their mark on her.  Dirtied her, polluted her, 
contaminated her, defiled her, despoiled her, on and 
on, I began to get sick.  It was then that I 
comprehended that taking care of Melina was the most 
important thing in the world; that it was my job now, 
and just like any other job there were some positives 
and some negatives.  I would do the best job I could, 
no matter what; even if it meant swallowing an 
occasional foreign sperm.  
     Melina was now breathing gently but rapidly.  She 
was moaning softly "Mmmmmmmm."  I could hear her but I 
was sure Arline couldn't.  Then she bent over and began 
sucking on my penis.  Though my penis had been soft, 
somehow, Melina was able to make it erect.  
     I thought about what had made me hard.  Was it 
that Melina's pheromones that were simply enticing me?  
Was it recognizing that it was my duty to please 
Melina?  Was it the eminent danger of Arline catching 
us?  Was it the sense of impending doom that Arline had 
instilled in me regarding the poker?  Did the thought 
of the poker actually make me hot?  I realized that in 
a sense, I actually wanted Arline to do it to me.  How 
would it feel?  I wondered.  
     I continued licking Melina's vagina, though I was 
being careful not to go too deep.  It didn't matter.  
Soon Melina was digging her ass into my face, forcing 
my tongue deeper and rocking back and forth.  She was 
still sucking on my now erect penis and I was rocking 
back and forth too.  
     Melina and I began breathing synchronously, 
heavily, though quietly.  Then Melina began squeaking.  
I put my hand over her mouth.  She got the message and 
began squeaking more quietly.  
     Next Melina arrived at the "Ohh ohh ohh" stage.  
Once again, I had to remind her to be quiet by putting 
my hand over her mouth.  This stage lasted quite a 
while.  She kept getting louder and I kept reminding 
her.  Recognizing that Melina wasn't entirely in 
control, I didn't get angry, but Arline was right 
outside our door and we were in great peril, at least I 
was.  I knew Arline wouldn't punish Melina until she 
got better, but I also knew that I would wind up taking 
the brunt of the punishment if Arline found out.  
     I figured this might be the final straw, which 
sent the red-hot poker plummeting into my rectum.  I 
was sure Arline wanted to do it to me but was just 
waiting for the right justification.  She probably 
wouldn't do it to me without an appropriate excuse.  
     Meanwhile Melina had reached the 
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" stage and she wasn't being 
quiet about it.  Several attempts to quiet her by 
placing my hand over her mouth were unsuccessful.  I 
did the only thing I could think of, to quiet her.  I 
put my hands around her throat and squeezed.  
     While that quieted Melina down somewhat at first, 
it proved to be a turn on for her and soon, she got 
even louder.  
     The sound of her reaching that apogee of orgasm 
along with the rasping of her being choked was quite a 
turn on for me too and I soon climaxed.  To my delight, 
Melina sucked the sperm right out of me and swallowed 
it.  No one had ever done that to me before.  I can't 
begin to describe how great it felt.  "Bliss" is the 
only word I can think of to describe it.  
     Fortunately, for us, Arline was in her room, 
busying herself with her own demons and it didn't seem 
as if she had heard us.  I made a quick, mental "sign 
of the cross," and wiped my brow impulsively.  After I 
caught my breath, I said "You swallowed my sperm."  
     Melina smiled amicably.    
     "You once asked me not to, and after that time, I 
never came inside you again.  Doesn't it disgust you to 
swallow that?"  I asked.  
     "No, it came from you and I love you." said 
Melina.
     The words "I love you" struck me like a truck.  I 
couldn't remember her having said that before.  This 
was a radical change in her attitude.  When she first 
came to the house, she hated me.  Did she really love 
me now?  Did I deserve this?  Did I even have the right 
to be loved by someone as wonderful and as beautiful as 
Melina?  I wondered.  I began to obsess over Melina.  
     Sure, I loved Melina.  Loving somebody is one 
thing, but having someone love you.  That was an 
entirely different matter.  It was a great 
responsibility and I wasn't sure this eleven-year-old 
boy was up to the task.  I began crying.  
     "I didn't hurt you, did I?"  Melina asked, 
confused.  
     I couldn't answer her.  My heart was in about a 
dozen pieces and I knew it wouldn't be repaired for at 
least seven more years.  Maybe never.  How could I tell 
her that love is a fatal illness for which there is no 
cure.  That I was hopelessly afflicted.  And now 
apparently, so was she.  
     I said nothing.  I hoped it was just a figure of 
speech she was using, but I knew we were lost on some 
dirt road, deep in Shitville, and there was no map to 
guide us out.  
     "I have an idea," said Melina affably, "why don't 
you make me lunch now."  
     I got up, glad that something had come up to 
relieve the tension which was now about as thick as KY 
jelly.  "I'll be right back," I said, choking on my 
words.  
     I went to the kitchen.  There on the counter was a 
bottle with Melina's antibiotics.  There was no other 
prescription.  I looked in the fridge; Arline had 
bought a few groceries.  I took the antibiotics and a 
glass of water and went back to the bedroom.  I gave 
Melina her medication and then said "We have ham, 
cheese and ham and cheese.  
     "I'll have the ham and cheese."  Melina responded.
     Do you want it plain or grilled?"  I asked.
     "I'll have it grilled if it's not too much 
trouble."  Said Melina.  "Where are the sleeping 
pills?" she asked.  
     "I didn't see any," I said.  
     Melina paused.  "Go, get me my sandwich," she 
said.  She looked very distressed.  
     "What's the matter?"  I asked.  
     "Nothing" Melina answered, too quickly, it seemed.  
     "Something's the matter.  What?"  I asked again.  
     Melina paused for a long time.  I could see that 
there was some emotionality surfacing.  "Okay," she 
said, "Arline has had trouble with sleeping pills 
before.  They call them "downers" you know.  She was 
addicted to them.  One day she took too many and she 
overdosed.  She almost died, and when she got back from 
the hospital, she was different.  That's when the 
beatings started.  She's never been the same since."  
     "I didn't know."  I said.  I went to the kitchen 
and cooked Melina's lunch.  Then I brought Melina two 
sandwiches on a plate.  
     Melina peeked inside one and said "Where's the 
shit?"
     "I put ham on, instead."  I answered her.  "You 
don't mind, do you?"  Melina smiled.
     Melina ate half of one of the sandwiches and 
insisted I finish the rest.  I did.  I realized that it 
was about the best thing I'd eaten since Arline and 
Melina had arrived.  "I'm a good cook, no?"  I asked.  
Melina smiled again.  I was glad to see her smile.  We 
had not had much to smile about lately.  


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