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From: Victor Yarrow <yarrowv@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {Norm DaPlume} New novel:War And Piece parts: 36 thru 40 (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: 36/56
Summary: Arline does drugs.  She forces our hero 
to do drugs too.  Almost kills him twice.  Our 
hero saves Arline's life.
Keywords: drug,copr,ws,bd,sad,elec,Fdom,cbt,anal,
ht,ws,oral,copr


             Arline Goes Riding High. (Part 1)

     At Melina's urging, I went to Arline's room and 
knocked on the door.  "What do you want?"  Arline 
answered.  She sounded funny.  
     I asked her whether she wanted a sandwich, 
"There's ham and cheese.  Melina had hers grilled, do 
you want one?"  I asked.  
     "Go away, asshole, I'm not hungry."  Arline 
replied.  Her speech was slurred.  
     "Melina sent me to check on you.  Are you okay?"
     "I'm fine," she drawled.  "Go away."  
     "We were wondering where the sleeping pills were.  
Melina said you might know where they are.  Do you?"  
     "It's none of your fucking business."  
     "Melina wanted me to ask you," I said.  
     "It's none of her fucking business either.  Go 
away."  Arline answered.  
     For some reason, I decided that maybe I'd better 
go into the room to check on her.  I opened the door.  
It turned out to be a very bad idea.  I didn't know it 
then, but opening that door then, as it turned out, 
would start me down a path, which led to a very dark 
place in all of our lives.  
     There was Arline at the far side of the room, on 
the floor, in a pool of her own vomit.  She was sitting 
against the wall with her knees drawn against her 
chest, and her thumb in her mouth.  Her bathrobe, hand 
and mouth were all covered in puke.  
     "I told you to go away."  Said Arline, "You should 
have listened to me.  Now I'm going to make you sorry."  
     Arline got up and staggered across the floor.  She 
grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the other side of 
the room.  Then she pointed to the vomit on the floor 
and said "Clean this mess up."  I started to leave for 
some towels, but Arline kept her grasp on my arm.  
"Lick it clean."  She said smiling.  I tried to break 
away, but she was amazingly strong for someone in such 
an incapacitated condition.  She said "Start with my 
face."  With that, she pulled me over to her and kissed 
me, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth.  
     I'd never tasted her tongue before.  Suffice it to 
say, it wasn't the best kiss I'd ever gotten.  I loved 
it when Melina kissed me, but this kiss, which lasted 
almost a minute, besides being pukey, was terribly 
bitter.  "Clean off my face." she said.  I resisted.  
"Do you want me to have to use the hot-poker now?" she 
asked.  "I'll use it and then I'll make you clean this 
up anyway.  It will just be a lot more painful.  I 
think you'll look really funny climbing around on your 
hands and knees with that poker sticking out of your 
ass."  I believed her.  She was squeezing on my arm so 
hard it hurt.  She pulled my face over to her with her 
other arm and said "Do it."  
     I began licking her face.  It tasted terrible.  
The puke was terribly acetic and bitter, and it made me 
nauseous.  After she was satisfied that her face was 
clean she brought her puke covered hand over and had me 
lick that clean too.  I began gagging.  "Don't tell me 
you've never eaten someone's puke before."  Arline said 
smiling.
     Unbelievable as it sounds, I hadn't.  I guessed 
I'd lived a charmed life up till then.  Or maybe I 
just didn't know what I was missing.
     Arline pulled my arm down and made me get on my 
knees.  "Now clean this up."  She said pointing to the 
floor.  "We'll do the bathrobe in the washing machine.  
It won't lick clean anyway.  Get moving."  
     I got down on the floor and began licking the puke 
up.  Surely, it had to be better doing it now than 
doing it with a poker up my ass.  It didn't taste like 
normal puke, at least not mine, it was sour, like mine, 
but it was also terribly bitter.  I started at one end 
of the puddle and began working my way to the other 
side.  While I did it, I continued to heave, but I did 
not let myself throw up.  I wasn't sure whether it was 
the bitter taste of the puke that was making me gag or 
just the idea of eating someone else's puke.  
     About halfway through the job, I began to feel 
light headed.  I looked up and the world looked tilted.  
Arline saw me stop.  "What's the matter, you full 
already?"  She asked sneeringly.  She was wearing her 
evil smile.  
     "I don't feel so good."  I said.  
     "It's the drugs," said Arline.  "You're probably 
getting off.  Don't worry you'll get used to it.  
You'll probably even like it once you're used to it.  
Keep cleaning."  I went back to work.  
     Soon, the world began spinning diagonally and I 
began having a hard time aiming my tongue correctly.  
Arline had let me go, and I kept falling over and 
giggling.  
     "There you go," said Arline. "You're having a good 
time now, aren't you?"
     "No, the puke's too bitter" I said.  Then I 
started laughing.  
     "Don't worry you'll come to appreciate the taste 
when it starts coming back up."  Said Arline.  "Get 
back to work.  Don't lollygag"
     "I can't help it.  The floor is like a gigantic 
lollypop and it's making me gag.  "Lollygagging"" I 
said.  I began laughing again.  Then I fell down 
again. This time my face landed in an as yet 
uncleaned surface of the floor and I got puke on my 
face and in my hair.  I kept laughing.  
     Arline asked, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" 
     "No."  I said.  "I feel like I've taken one too 
many rides on the merry-go-round."  Then I threw up.  
The ham and cheese sandwiches mixed with whatever 
Arline had eaten last.  Arline was right; I did 
appreciate the bitter taste when it came back up.  
Throwing up made me feel better.  
     "I think you've had enough, for now.  We'll save 
the rest for later." said Arline.  
     Arline took some pills from a bottle.  To my 
surprise, she swallowed then down without water.  Then 
she said "Let's take a bath together"  
     I didn't feel like getting wet, but for some 
reason I was feeling like Arline and I were partners 
now, and I said okay.  
     Arline and I staggered into the bathroom together.  
It's not as if we had to get undressed or anything, we 
were already in our "bath clothes."  Arline had me get 
into the shower first.  Then she turned on the water.  
The cold water rushed over my body while I waited for 
it to warm up.  I was accustomed to that by now.  I had 
to steady myself by holding on to the side of the tub 
to keep from falling down.  After the water warmed up, 
Arline got in with me.  
     Despite being a nymphomaniac Arline was usually 
pretty demure.  Most often, she blindfolded me when we 
were having sex.  Today she was uninhibited, immodest 
and open.  (In more ways than one.)  She sat at one 
side of the bathtub and spread her knees wide apart.  
This was a show I'd almost never seen except when the 
guy with the gun forced her to do it at gunpoint.  
     I sat back and pretended not to look.  Arline saw 
me turn away.  "Like what you see?" asked Arline 
cheerfully, "Watch this."  with that she stuck her 
fingers deep inside her vagina and pulled her lips wide 
apart leaving a gaping hole so big I could see her 
teeth at the other end.  "Bet you didn't know my pussy 
could do tricks.  Watch this," she said.  With that, 
she took the bar of soap and stuck it up her snatch 
until it disappeared.  Then she flexed her stomach 
muscles and the bar of soap shot out halfway across the 
bathtub.  
     Arline told me to get the hand held sprayer down.  
This wasn't easy in my condition, and I almost fell.  
Then she had me unscrew the showerhead from the hose.  
Arline stuck the hose up her snatch and irrigated for a 
long while.  We made light conversation.  Arline 
confided in me that she wasn't confident that all of 
the doctor's sperms were out of her.  
     "That's why you're doing this now, isn't it?"  I 
asked.  
     "Yeah." she said.  
     "Do you think it is going to make a difference 
now?"  I asked.  
     "No, but it makes me feel better."  She said.  
Then she said "Let's make it a real bath.  Put the plug 
in."  
     I took the plug from the rim of the bathtub and 
stuck it in the drain hole.  "Just like fucking" Arline 
said, smiling.  Then she said "I need you, I don't want 
to get piss in the bath water.  I lay down and she sat 
on my head.  She urinated into my mouth and I swallowed 
every drop of the precious elixir.  
     Then she said "I have to go potty too.  We don't 
want to get the water all dirty so don't spill any."  
She continued to sit on my face shifting her position 
appropriately and began to dump a load down my throat.  
She was going hard and fast, but I was able to keep up 
with her and nothing spilled.  
     By now, the bath water was beginning to cover my 
ears, and she said "suck me off." 
     With the water covering my ears, I barely heard 
her.  I rinsed my tongue off with my saliva and began 
sucking on her twat.  Before long the water had risen 
to my chin and was getting in my mouth, I wasn't sure 
whether Arline was unaware of this, or whether she knew 
it was happening and didn't care, but I was having 
difficulty breathing.  
     Water was now going down my nose and I was 
drowning.  From what I could hear when the waves went 
below my ears, Arline was in the light orgasmic "Ohh, 
Ohh, Ohh" stage.  I figured she would get infuriated if 
I interrupted her, but I reckoned her punishment 
couldn't be much worse than drowning.  Just the same, I 
thought about the red-hot poker and decided to continue 
until breathing became impossible.  
     Breathing became impossible.  I tried to push 
Arline off of me but she was much too heavy and besides 
that, she had me in a cunt-lock.  I began shaking my 
head back and forth in an effort to warn Arline about 
my plight.  Arline found it erotic and sat down even 
harder on my face.  I woke up on the floor of the 
bathroom.  Arline was giving me CPR, naked.  "You 
okay?" she drawled.  
     "Guess I will be.  No thanks to you."  I 
sputtered.  
     "Don't you mean "thanks to me?"  Said Arline, her 
speech slurring, "I saved your life, you know."
     I looked up at Arline unimpressed.  Arline got the 
message.  "I'm sorry."  She mumbled.
     Arline was apologizing to me for only the third 
time since I'd known her.  I guessed that counted for 
something.  And hey, she wasn't threatening to use the 
poker anymore.  
     I got up and decided to see how Melina was doing.  
I took a zigzag trip into the bedroom.  Melina woke up.  
"How you doing" I said with garbled speech.  
     Melina's face took on an expression of repugnance.  
"You're high."  She exclaimed loudly. 
     "I couldn't help it," I said.  "Arline made me 
lick up her puke and it made me high."  
     Now, Melina had an expression of disbelief on her 
face.  "Puke doesn't do this, pills do this.  How could 
puke have done this to you?"   
     Melina had completely discounted what I said about 
having had to lick up Arline's puke, as if it was an 
everyday occurrence.  
     "The puke had drugs in it."  I said.  
     "Oh my God," said Melina, ashamed for not 
believing me.  "I'm so sorry." 
     "Don't feel bad, Arline had to drown me before she 
said she was sorry."  
     "What?"
     "Never mind, it's water under the bridge, uh... over 
my head...  uh... oh whatever." I drawled.  
     Melina looked confused.  
     "Forget about it."  I said.  
     "Wait a minute," said Melina suddenly, "Arline 
made you lick up her puke?"  
     "I'm okay.  I've never had puke before, but I'm 
enjoying it."  I drawled.  
     "That's what I'm worried about." said Melina.  
"She actually made you lick up her puke?"  
     "I thought that's how everybody got high their 
first time."  I said smiling.  
     "Go to your room and sleep it off."  Melina said.  
"You're in no shape to take care of me now.  I guess 
Arline's not in any better shape, huh?"  
     I tottered over to my room and woke up a few hours 
later.  Arline was calling me.  "Get your ass over here 
you mother fucker.  You're supposed to be taking care 
of Melina.  Where the fuck are you?"  
     I had woken up in good spirits.  The drugs hadn't 
worn off completely and I was still a little dopey.  I 
went into Arline's room.  She was lying naked on her 
bed, her legs spread apart as if she were airing out 
her cunt.  I said "You called me "mother fucker."  
That's funny, mom.  What do you need?"  
     Arline didn't smile.  She was not in a whimsical 
mood.  "Finish cleaning this up she said pointing to 
the puke.  Clean yours up too.  I want this floor clean 
enough to eat off of."  
     ""Eat off of." That's funny," I said.  
     Arline was wearing her sneer again "Get started 
you little fart."   
     I started licking again.  Some of the puke had 
dried on the floor.  It was causing problems.  But I 
knew Arline was depending on me to do a good job, so I 
worked hard.  Soon the floor was clean and I was bombed 
again.  "Good job." said Arline.  She watched me 
falling on the floor.  "You're high again, aren't you?"  
     "Um hum" I said.  
     "You like it don't you?"  
     "Um hum" I said.  
     "Maybe I'll puke again for you, some other time" 
she said.  
     "Yes, I love puke" I said.  
     "Service me, "my little mother fucker"" Arline 
said.  
     I got on the bed, gave her a lube job and rotated 
her tires.  Then checked her oil repeatedly, with my 
"dipstick."  When I was done, she was satisfied.  No 
hot-poker treatment for me today I thought to myself.  
     Then Arline got up and grabbed my arm.  "Come on," 
she said.  Arline seemed amicable.  I went with her 
without resistance.  She led me to my room and put on 
the wrist restraints.  
     "Stay here" she said and then staggered out of the 
room.  When she came back, she had a lamp and an 
extension cord.  She plugged in the extension cord, but 
did not connect the lamp.  Then she pulled the electric 
cables out of the lamp and stripped a portion of 
insulation from each lead.  
     I became apprehensive when she started pushing one 
of the bare wires up my rear end.  I tried to escape, 
but I fell over.  Arline took the other wire and tied 
it around my balls.  Then she plugged the wires into 
the extension cord.  I lit up.  
     I remember being in great pain, and feeling an 
intense burning in my ass and balls.  Also, I remember 
feeling the electric current surging through my body 
like an orgasm gone wild.  Then I remember waking up on 
the floor Arline was naked, giving me CPR again.  
     After I had come to for a few seconds, Arline said 
"Lucky I'm a nurse, huh?"  
     "Lucky, that's it.  That's the second time you've 
had to give me CPR today."  I reminded her.
     The wires were still connected to my body, "Do you 
want me to plug you in again?" Arline asked.  
     I shook my head "no."  
     Arline told me to go in and see if Melina needed 
anything, then she went to the bathroom to take another 
bath, and to douche out again.  
     I went to Melina's room.  Melina saw me wobble in.  
"Don't tell me you're high again."  
     "Arline made me clean up the rest of the floor."  
I drawled.  "Do you need anything?"  I asked.  
     "I need caretakers who are responsible and sober.  
You are in no shape to take care of me, like that."  
     I apologized to Melina.  
     "I have to pee.  Can you handle that now?"  Melina 
asked indignantly.  
     "I'm ready and willing to serve."  I said.  And I 
did.  
     "I want some dinner now.  Do you think you can 
handle that?"  
     I went into the kitchen and made some macaroni and 
cheese.  Pretty much, it all went well, except that the 
macaroni wound up a little overcooked, and I spilled 
some of the water on the stove.  I brought the pot and 
two spoons in to Melina.  We shared the macaroni and 
enjoyed each other's company for a while.  It was a 
good time.  
     Melina sent me off to check on Arline.  She wasn't 
in her bedroom.  I went to the bathroom to find her 
there.  When I got there, Arline was lying in the tub 
with the hose up her vagina and the plug in the tub.  
     Arline was asleep.  The water had filled the tub 
all the way above Arline's upper lip.  She was coughing 
reflexively but she wasn't waking up.  I shook Arline, 
but she didn't wake up.  In desperation, I removed the 
plug and then grabbed Arline.  Fortunately, the water 
made Arline more buoyant and I was able to lift her up 
some.  I'm positive that I saved Arline's life then.  
Another few seconds and the water would have completely 
covered her nose and neither Melina nor I knew CPR.  
     After the water ran out, the cold air woke Arline, 
who still had the hose up her crotch.  "What are you 
doing in here?" she asked.  
     "Saving your life" I answered.  "We're even now."  
     "I saved you twice, you still owe me one."  She 
mumbled.  
     "You mean you almost killed me twice.  Don't you?"  
I said.  
     Arline smiled and spread her legs.  She removed 
the hose and then said "Have you seen this trick?"  
With that she stuck her fingers in and opened up her 
vagina.  I shook my head "yes."  Then she grabbed the 
soap and said "Well how about this one."  I actually 
wanted to see that trick again, but I told Arline that 
she had already shown me that one too.  "Where's my 
towel?"  Arline asked disheartened.  I went and got a 
towel and Arline dried off.  As she walked naked to her 
bedroom, I noticed again how beautiful she was.  Arline 
had a perfect ass.  She got onto the bed and spread her 
legs wide apart and then said "Do me."  
     "How do you want it done?" I asked.  
     I want you underneath eating me out.  I got onto 
the bed.  Arline rolled on top of me.  When I stuck my 
tongue in, Arline had no flavor.  She had rinsed it all 
away.  I was more than a little discouraged.  I began 
working away on her.  
     Then Arline bent over, stuffed my dick in her 
mouth, and began giving me head.  I was astonished.  
She usually avoided my penis like the plague.  Now she 
was giving me an exceptional blowjob.  I didn't even 
know she knew how to give blowjobs.  
     The downers must have suspended her inhibitions.  
Without her inhibitions, Arline was a slut.  I decided 
that I liked having her this way.  No wonder Melina 
hated it when Arline did downers.  If somebody were to 
be visiting our house right now, I knew she would be 
really embarrassed to have them see her mother acting 
like this.  "God, she's also my mother."  I realized, I 
would be embarrassed too.  Jeez, I realized, that's 
probably how she wound up getting pregnant with Melina.  
     Anyway, we had a wonderful time.  When I climaxed, 
Arline sucked the sperm out and swallowed it.  
     "Didn't that disgust you?"  I asked.  
     " No, it came from you and I love you.." said 
Arline.  
     "Oh my God," I thought," that's twice today."  
     "Oh and as long as it doesn't go up my cunt."  She 
added.  "Don't I disgust you?"  Arline asked.
     "No Mistress Arline."  I said.  
     "You called me Mistress Arline, I like that.  I 
want you to call me that, from now on."  Said Arline.
     "Okay" I said.  
     "Okay, what?"  Asked Arline demandingly.  
     "Okay, Mistress Arline" I said.  
     The drugs were wearing off, and Arline was 
beginning to feel a little more like herself.  Arline 
obviously didn't like that.  She took some more pills 
out and swallowed them.  Then she took out some more 
and gave them to me.  "Swallow these."  She demanded.   
     "I don't do drugs."  I said.  
     ""I don't do drugs, what?"  Arline said.  
     ""I don't do drugs, Mistress Arline."  I said.  
     "Well, now you do."  She said, forcing the pills 
into my hand.  
     Arline was definitely enjoying having a partner in 
crime.  There was no point in trying to talk her out of 
it.  I knew she would be averse to my refusing to join 
her on her journey.  
     I took the pills and popped them in my mouth.  I 
did not have the long years of experience with them 
that she had, and they did not go down.  "You'd better 
get some water now.  If they melt, you'll be in for a 
rough time."  I got up and drank some water.  The pills 
had just started to melt, and I got just a small taste 
of them.  They were incredibly bitter.  Worse than 
puke, I thought.  I gagged for a minute, but not 
wanting to have to clean the floor up again, I 
swallowed them down.  
     Thirty minutes later, we were both stoned.  Arline 
got on top of my face and began sucking my dick again.  
I wasn't ready to come again, but it felt great.  I 
stuck my tongue inside her and began playing around.  
Arline moaned with appreciation until I threw up.  
Arline got down from the bed and began pulling me by 
the arm to my bedroom.  I kept falling down, so she 
dragged me on my bare ass across the floor and the rug 
to my room.  She tied me to the bed face down and began 
to cane me.  Actually, high as I was, it was somewhat 
pleasurable.  "We should do this more often Mistress 
Arline." I said.  


          End Part 36/56 Continued in part 37/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 37/56
Summary: Arline tries masochism.  Our hero makes an
enormous mistake. 

Keywords: b,bg,F/b,bd,b/F,nc,sm,drug,ds,anal,oral,piv
creampie,ws,vore,toys

           Arline Goes Riding High. (Part 2)

     Arline continued to beat me until every inch of my 
ass was bright red.  Dissatisfied, Arline went into her 
room grabbed the guy with the gun's bag and returned.  
Then she took out the blowtorch and lit it.  She began 
heating the rod up while I waited with anticipation for 
her.  
     I wasn't sure why, but suddenly, I became 
apprehensive about the prospect of having the poker 
shoved up my ass.  I guess, high as I was, I wasn't so 
high that rational thought was completely gone.  
     "Mistress Arline," I said, "you don't want to do 
this.  Remember how you felt when the guy did it to 
you.  Surely, you can find another way to punish me.  
Remember about how you said that the customers might 
complain if they see grill marks on my ass. and how 
it's likely that afterward I'd be all crusty inside and 
how that might be a turn off for them."  
     Arline paused for a minute.  "I don't want to hear 
it."  She said.  With that, she put the torch and the 
rod down.  Then she went to the closet and pulled out 
the ball gag, stuffed it into my mouth and tied the 
strap behind my head.  "Now what do you have to say for 
yourself." she asked.  
     "Uhh, uhuh uhuh huh huhuhu... etc." I answered 
panicked.  It wasn't the most eloquent statement I'd 
ever made, I guess, but I hoped that my anxiety and 
concern had come through in the muffled verbiage.  
     Arline smiled and began heating the rod again.  
Just then, the flame died.  The torch had run out of 
fuel.  "Shit" said Arline.  She stuck the rod up my ass 
anyway but it was barely warm.  For some reason, I was 
almost as discouraged as she appeared to be.  I figured 
it had to be the drugs.  
     I began to grapple with the possibility that 
maybe, I really wanted Arline to do it.  Why?  I 
wondered.  I decided that I probably just wanted to get 
it over with.  After Arline did it to me, she would be 
satisfied, and would stop holding it over my head.  
Then I thought, maybe I just wanted to brave it.  If 
Arline could take it, then so could I, and after that 
she would respect me.  No, I thought, maybe I really 
just want to know how it feels.  After Arline did it to 
me, I would be satisfied.  Agonized, but satisfied.  
Then it occurred to me that I probably wanted her to do 
it in order to give me some sort of sexual thrill.  
Incredible as it sounded.  I realized that I was 
actually looking forward to having her do it.  
     Did I really want this?  I wondered.  Yes, I did.  
I decided that I would try to encourage her to go to 
the hardware store and get a new gas canister.  
     Dejectedly, Arline removed the ball gag, untied me 
and left the room.  I staggered off to her room to be 
with my party girl and to put my plan regarding the 
hardware store into action.  I was pretty stoned.  When 
I got inside her room I said "Don't worry, Mistress 
Arline, I won't really feel it now anyway.  We'll get a 
new gas canister and then you can do it to me sometime 
when I can really feel it."  I said cordially.  
     After four days, the pills ran out and we were 
faced with withdrawal.  While Melina and I were ready 
for this to happen, Arline wasn't.  She made a couple 
of phone calls and drove off.  When she got back, she 
had a plastic sandwich bag filled with pills, which she 
tossed casually on her dresser after forcing me to 
swallow two.  
     Melina was not happy.  During the few days while 
the original pills lasted, Melina had lived pretty much 
on a steady diet of bottled water, antibiotics and ham 
and cheese sandwiches.  She was hoping that once the 
pills ran out, she would get a better quality of care 
from us.  
     Now, it appeared that Arline had gotten enough 
pills to last a long time.  So it didn't look like 
Melina was going to be well cared for anytime soon.  
Moreover, we were rapidly running out of food.  Arline 
had long ago learned the lesson that one couldn't drive 
stoned out on downs, so it began to look as if Melina 
was going to starve.   
     The next day, it dawned on me that masochism and 
sadism were two sides of the same coin and one did not 
necessarily have to choose a side.  Dreaming up 
tortures to use on myself had become as stimulating as 
receiving those tortures, and I began to imagine using 
those tortures on other people.  I got high just 
thinking about how it would feel to do such and such to 
myself, then, about doing it to someone else, Melina 
perhaps.  Arline and I began dreaming up things to do 
to me, then Arline would do those things to me, and 
then usually, we would have sex.  
     One luxury in which I never indulged, was to 
consider using the tortures on Arline.  That seemed 
sacrilegious.  Verboten.  Warped.  Arline, I guess, was 
my mother figure after all, and I would not allow 
myself to debase her image.  To derive pleasure out of 
hurting her seemed, well despicable.  It seemed so 
immoral to me that I never discussed it with her.  It 
just never occurred to me as something that would 
logically follow in our relationship.  
     So when she asked me that day if I ever considered 
"wielding the switch."  I got angry with her and didn't 
talk to her for the rest of the day.  Eventually, after 
the silence, it occurred to me that perhaps she felt 
guilty about being so mean to me, but I rationalized 
that she was just punishing me to be a good mother.  
Maybe she was a little rigid, a little over the top, 
but not unreasonable.  
     I resolved to talk to her the next day and 
straighten things out with her.  
     The next day I got up and we showered as usual.  
We had breakfast and I began to talk about my feelings 
over the meal.  "I know I haven't always been the best 
son ever.  I'm willful, careless, insensitive, 
disobedient, and I deflowered your daughter."  I was 
off to a bad start.  Arline already had her hackles up.  
She raised an eyebrow and peered at me through one eye.  
Her hand was reaching towards her lash.  "Maybe we can 
talk about this later."  I suggested.  
     "What do you want?" she asked impatiently.  
     "Well, you asked me if I thought I might like to 
uh... afflict you, and I didn't think it was my place 
to uh... do that, and I got mad at you, uh... and 
didn't talk to you and I had time to consider things, 
and so I was thinking uh... that maybe, you just feel 
guilty about being so uh... austere with me and all, 
but I like it, and I don't think you are uh... mean to 
me at all, and besides I deserve to be uh... chastised 
by you, I'm not a perfect person uh..."  
     "Get to the point."  Said Arline.  She was now 
rolling the switch on the table as she so frequently 
did when she was getting ready to beat me.  I was 
getting hot.  
     "Oh God" I thought, this wasn't going the way I 
hoped it would.  I reached over and intentionally 
spilled the glass of pee, which was sitting in front of 
me.  Arline grabbed my leash and pulled me to the other 
side of the table.  Then she struck me ten times on the 
ass with the switch.  The hot flashing waves of pain 
were at once, calming me down and causing an erection, 
which now was bouncing against the table.  
     By now, I had given up on my conversation and was 
hoping Arline would soon take me into her room, tie me 
down, beat me with her switch, then force me to fuck 
her, against my will the way I loved to have her do it.  
Most of that happened.  
     First Arline led me into her room, and then she 
tied me up, face down, spread eagle on her bed.  She 
had leather restraints for my wrists and ankles on her 
bed just for this purpose, and then she whipped the 
shit out of me aiming for the crack of my ass.  Then 
she forced me to eat her out.  
.     Following that, Arline remained on top of my face 
and said "So, what's on your mind." 
     Arline totally covered my face when she sat on 
me and it was a running joke for her to ask me 
questions that way, because, of course I couldn't 
be understood beneath her organs.  Arline grabbed me 
by the balls and started squeezing them.  
        "Again." she said.  
        I began licking her outside and in, shallow, deep, 
front and back.  By now I was intimately familiar with 
her organs and knew intuitively, just how to please 
her.  She was always harder to get off the second time, 
but when she wanted something, she wanted it, and she 
was not one to accept any other outcome.  
        I stuck my tongue deep inside and ran the tip of 
it down the front of her vagina to the clitoris, all 
the while holding her labia minora and stimulating them 
gently between the corners of my mouth and the sides of 
my tongue.  She began rocking back and forth in time to 
my licking and eventually began breathing heavily.  I 
continued licking and soon she was making the same 
high-pitched squeaking noise that Melina made prior to 
her climaxing.  I continued working my tongue and 
Arline orgasmed for a while splashing me with creamy 
liquid, which I recognized as the fruit of my labor.  
        "Okay" said Arline, "What's this all about?"  
Arline rolled off me and onto the bed alongside me.  My 
thoughts were now coherent and well organized.  "Well, 
earlier this week you said, you might uh... like to be 
uh... tied up sometime."  
        Arline said "Yes..."  
        "And uh ... Maybe uh... stimulated somewhat ... uh 
... What did you call it?...  uh...  Hurt, that was 
it."   
        Arline said "Umhumm maybe."  
        "I was resistant to the idea, at first and now I 
realize perhaps I was perhaps a little selfish too."  
        "Selfish?" asked Arline.  
        "You know... wanting to keep all the fun for 
myself.  Does this make any sense?"  
        "No." said Arline.  
        "You said you might want me to uh... hurt you 
sometime.  Is that true?"  
        "Well..." said Arline.  She sounded like she was 
afraid to admit it, but she wanted join in on the fun, 
or at least to try it.  
        "Maybe a little" she said.  "What would you do?"  
        If she weren't stoned on downers, she probably 
would never have agreed.  This did not occur to me.  
        I thought about it, and I decided that Arline 
needed a highly controlled and structured environment.  
Whatever I did, it would have to be prepared in advance 
and okayed by her, or she wouldn't accept it.  
        This presented a problem because part of the 
mystique of bondage and masochism lay in the fact that 
the person doing the tying up, (the top) was totally in 
control of the situation and the person being bound by 
him or her, (the bottom) was totally helpless to do 
anything about it, that is to say has no control over 
the situation.  The lack of control is a key stimulus 
in the relationship.  Having a series of events that 
was planned too well, would spoil all of that suspense 
for both parties.  
        "Let me sleep on it" I said. (When I woke up the next day, I found that I had been sleeping on it, and it was hard and long.) 
        The next day, I went to Arline after lunch and 
showed her a sheet of paper.  On it, I had written some 
ideas that I had.  I was going to tie her naked to her 
bed and...  "Face up or face down" she asked.  
        "Which would you prefer?"  I asked.  
        "Face down" she said.  
        "Okay" I said.  
        "Legs together or spread apart?"  She asked.  
        "Which would you prefer?"  I asked.  
        "Legs together" she said.  
        "Okay," I said.  I could see all the intrigue was 
going to be spoiled our by her controlling nature.  
"Let's start," I said.   
        We went into Arline's bedroom.  Arline reluctantly 
began removing her leather glove, I collected the stuff 
and dropped it into a hamper as she discarded them.  
"You won't need these anymore," I said.  
         Then she lay down on her bed and I placed the 
leather wrist cuffs on her, face down, and buckled them 
tightly.  "Not so tight" she said.  
        "Too late now" I said, "I've already buckled 
them."  
        "Don't restrain my legs."  She said.  
        "It won't be much fun if you are too loose, you'll 
just flop around.  Don't worry, I won't do them too 
tightly" I said.  
        "Okay" she said.  I restrained her legs solidly.  
By the time she realized I had tightened the restraints 
to the max, she was unable to move.  
        "Hey" she said, "you said it wouldn't be too 
tight."  
        "I lied," I said merrily.  With that, I pinched 
her ass cheek fiercely and twisted it around.  
        "Owwww" screamed Arline loudly.  
        "By the way, go ahead and scream if you want to.  
Nobody can hear you."  I said gloatingly.  (God, did I 
enjoy saying that.)  
        I ran to the freezer, pulled a couple of trays of 
ice cubes out and began stuffing them up Arline's 
asshole.  They were large, square, had sharp corners, 
and were of course ice cold.  Arline tried to dislodge 
them but I kept them going in faster than she could 
shit them out and they began backing up.  
        Arline started screaming again "Go ahead and 
scream" I said smiling.  (God, it felt good to say 
that.)  
        I ran around the room looking for more things to 
stuff up her ass, and found a dildo, a bottle of Anti- 
perspirant and some batteries.  All of them went inside.  
Then I took a bite of her ass cheek, not much, just 
the tiny amount with my front teeth, but I bit down hard.  
I actually tore off a very small piece of her ass, 
chewed it up and swallowed it.  
        Arline screamed.  I continued to suck on the wound 
until it stopped bleeding.  "That was yummy," I said.  
"Maybe instead of eating you out, next time I'll eat 
you up for a change."  I said.  "I've always wanted to 
eat cunt.  (In more ways than one.)  
        I began spanking her ass cheeks severely, so hard 
in fact, that it hurt my hand, but I didn't stop.  All 
the while, she kept trying to eject the dildo and the 
batteries, but I just kept on stuffing them back in.  
Water from the ice cubes was leaking out, but I kept 
lapping it up and spanking her hard.  I had to reckon 
with the fact that inflicting pain on someone was hard 
work.  Not as hard as having pain inflicted on you, but 
no cake walk either.  
        Arline began crying for the first time since my 
father went missing.  "Oh, so you can dish it out, but 
you can't take it" I said dispassionately.  
        "Okay, that's enough" Arline said.  She had that 
"or else" tone in her voice.  
        I knew the penalty for not obeying her when she 
did that, would be severe, but I wasn't ready to stop, 
I was drunk with power. (Not to mention stoned with 
downs.)  I wasn't being vindictive, or trying to get 
revenge for all the times she had hurt me.  I just 
decided that I was going to give her what I thought 
would be a "gratifying" experience.  
        Eventually, I ran into Arline's switch.  An evil 
smile crossed my lips as I put my hands on it and held 
it in my grasp.  I could feel the power it possessed.  
Firm, round, black, and potent.  "Payback is a mother 
fucker." (So to speak.)  I said.  I brought the lash down brutally on her ass.  Arline lurched forward and screamed.  The switch left a nice red mark, which began swelling up in front of my eyes.  "Huh," I said, satisfied.  "So that's what you see in this!  Pretty cool."  Before Arline could respond, I struck again.  
        "Okay, that does it."  Arline yelled angrily.    
        "I'm not done yet."  I answered loudly.  Arline 
did not respond.  
        I struck her again.  This time, Arline didn't 
lurch forward, she didn't scream, she didn't do 
anything.  I struck again.  There was still no response 
from Arline.  I remembered how Arline had stopped 
responding when the guy with the gun beat her.  I 
wondered how she could turn her responses off, just 
like that.  I wondered if I had brought her over the 
edge like the guy had.  
        I paused and ran my hand over her ass.  Arline now 
had four nice, red, swollen lash marks.  I began to 
worry that Arline was not going to play the game 
anymore, and was going to spoil all the fun.  
        Then I began to worry about the repercussions of 
my not having stopped when she gave me my warning.  
Arline was now obviously really angry.  Attempting to 
absolve myself, I said "I'm sorry Arline.  I've crossed 
the line.  I know.  I was just trying to please you.  
Aren't you at least a little glad I was so uh... austere 
with you?"  
        Arline did not respond.  
        "I didn't know you were through playing the game 
till it was too late."  I said.  
        Arline did not respond.  
        "Please, Arline, give me some slack, I'll never do 
it again."  
        Arline did not respond.  
        The words "deep shit" prophetic as they are in my 
case, don't begin to describe the trouble I now 
realized that I was in.  After Arline stopped 
responding , I knew eventually, I was going to feel her 
wrath.  She was going to exact her revenge on me one 
way or another.  
        "Untie me you little piss head."  
        I began untying the restraints immediately.  I 
figured I had better not displease her any further.  
        Arline rolled over in the bed and spread her legs 
apart.  "Fuck me."  She said.  "Do a good job and I 
won't use the hot poker."  
        Fortunately, for me, I had found the experience 
exhilarating, and erotic.  I was sporting an attractive 
hard-on.  Also fortunate for me, Arline had also found 
the experience to be arousing.  I began to think that I 
might actually survive the mistake.  Arline asking for 
straight sex though, that was a bad sign.  I decided 
that it was the drugs talking, not her and I climbed on 
top.  I reached over and kissed her.  Big mistake. 
        "What the fuck are you doing?"  She yelled.  "I 
asked you to fuck me not to stick your tongue in my 
mouth.  You swallow scum with that tongue.  Ahhhhhhhhh.  
Barf" she said.  I stuck my dick inside her and 
resolved not to kiss her again, ever.  
        Arline was hot from the molestation I had 
inflicted upon her, though she was not going to admit 
it.  So it wasn't long before she began going through 
the stages of orgasm.  Soon she reached a heightened 
shrieking climax.  She put her legs up around my waist 
and closed them in a vise like grip.  She had never 
done this to me before and I found it extremely erotic.  
        Arline kept grinding on me and eventually her 
action stimulated me until I began tingling.  I wanted 
to stop and tried to get off her, but she had locked 
her legs around me and was now also hugging me around 
my neck.  
        "Let me go, Mistress Arline."  I said in 
desperation.  
        Arline kept rocking her hips.  Finally, I could 
resist no longer and when I climaxed, I came deep 
inside of her.  Arline suddenly pushed me off her and 
screamed.  "Noooooooooooooooo."  She reached inside 
herself in disbelief.  Then she screamed angrily and 
loudly "Suck it out."  I realize It's terribly clich�, 
but if looks could kill, I was going to die in the most 
horrible way possible.   
        With that, she pushed me over, jumped on top of my 
face and began peeing.  I held the urine in my mouth 
and then blew it back up into her vagina as I had done 
when the doctor did her.  I kept taking it in and 
letting it out.  Recycling it, many times.  The nectar 
was polluted with my own sperm and I could taste it, 
but Arline was desperate and I was remorseful.  
        Eventually the fluid disappeared as it had done 
the previous times and Arline got off the bed.  I knew  
I was in for it.  Arline picked me up by my balls and 
pulled me to the bathroom.  This was tortuous.  She 
whirled me around and into the bathtub, and turned on 
the water.  After the shower got warm, she got in, 
grabbed the hose and removed the showerhead.  
        Arline jammed the hose up her pussy so hard it 
couldn't have been comfortable.  It appeared to be in a 
full ten inches.  I had no idea she was so deep.  
Arline wasn't a large person; she was just bigger than 
I was.  But she obviously did have a large capacity.  
I'm not the smallest guy in the world, the ruler says 
eight and a half inches, but I fit easily inside her 
with room to spare.  I now wondered how deep Melina 
was.  She used to be pretty snug, though after the 
months of violation, I wasn't so sure about that any 
more.  
        Anyhow, Arline continued irrigating the area for 
about an hour.  After that, she got out of the shower 
and grabbed me by the balls again.  "Get me a towel."  
She said.  I pointed to my balls and made a gesture 
that I thought would suggest to Arline that I needed 
them to go with me.  
        "I know what I'm doing," she said.  "Get moving."  
She began squeezing my balls brutally.  
        This was obviously supposed to hurt.  I pulled 
away.  It did hurt, but I made it away and got her a 
towel.  I draped the towel over her and rubbed her dry, 
gently.  
        

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 38/56
Summary: Arline exacts a very severe reprisal on our 
hero.  Arline gets chummy with our hero. 
Keywords: F/b,bd,rim,sad,tort,viol,drug,ws,copr,anal,
ht,oral,piv,vore,creampie,rom        

 
                 A Hot Game Of Poker.

     Arline grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me to 
the parlor.  She bound me securely to the sawhorse.  As 
usual, she had my dick and balls impaled on the saw-
toothed crossbeam.    
     Arline tested the ropes that bound me to the 
support, they were better than usual.  Next she took 
out the duct tape she used to spread my cheeks apart.  
She taped my ass cheeks apart and I expected that she 
was preparing me for the incense in the asshole game.  
     But then she left the room, and when she returned 
she was carrying the guy with the gun's bag.  She dug 
around inside and then pulled something out.  
"Surprise" Arline said.  She held out her hand.  In it 
was a brand new canister of propane gas, the kind the 
torch used.  She had bought it when she went to score 
the downs.  
     At that point, it was obvious that I was no longer 
going to have to wait to find out what it felt like to 
have a red-hot poker shoved into my ass.  The long days 
of anticipation were over.  Despite the conspicuous 
severity of this punishment, I was surprisingly 
ambivalent about it.  It probably had something to do 
with the drugs Arline had made me take.  They were 
making it hard for me to feel anything about anything.  
     Arline pulled the old gas canister out of the bag 
and began to remove the valve from it.  She held it in 
front of me rotating it slowly and deliberately, making 
sure I watched her.  Then, she screwed it onto the new 
canister, just as slowly and deliberately.  She looked 
inside the bag for a lighter.  It had apparently 
disappeared, and finding none, she ran off into her 
bedroom saying, "Don't go anywhere.  I'll be right 
back."  
     She was.  
     By then I was beginning to become a little 
apprehensive about having her do it, realizing that it 
likely was not going to be as much fun as I had hoped.  
But by then it was far too late to do anything about 
it.  Arline had made up her mind, and once she made up 
her mind, whatever she had decided to do, was going to 
happen.  Nothing I could say or do would make any 
difference to her.  
     That didn't stop me from trying.  I began by 
trying to reason with her.  "Mistress Arline, you don't 
want to do this.  Remember, you were worried that it 
would make me crusty inside and therefore less 
desirable for your clients."  
     Arline said "We'll cross that bridge when we come 
to it, besides, that might be a turn on for some of 
them."  
     "Mistress Arline, you said it might be a turn off 
if I have grill marks on my ass."  I suggested.  
     "Don't worry, that's why I taped your cheeks apart 
like that."  Said Arline.  
     "I might be out of commission for a while, and 
with Melina on the injured list there will be no steady 
source of income."  I said.  
     "Actually, I have a bit of money saved up.  I'm 
sure we'll be able to hold out until the two of you 
recover.  Well at least until she does.  Maybe you 
won't."  She responded smiling.  
     "Mistress Arline, this is going to hurt a lot.  
Remember how much it hurt when it happened to you?  
Surely, you must be sympathetic having gone through 
this yourself.  You don't want to put me through this."  
I said.  "I'm not as strong as you are, I'll never 
recover."  I burst into tears.  
     Arline responded, "Stop crying baby.  Dear child, 
don't downplay your strengths, you're better than you 
think you are.  At least that's what I think.  And 
don't worry; I won't think any less of you if I'm 
wrong.  Besides, what's the worst that can happen?"  
     "You might permanently damage my asshole?  I might 
be out of business for life."  I wept.  
     "I'm not worried."  Said Arline.  She lit the 
lighter and began playing with the flame for my 
benefit.  
     I was desperate.  "Mistress Arline I'm sorry for 
whatever I did to deserve this.  I'll never do it 
again."  I sobbed.  
     "It's too late to be sorry now, the damage is 
done."  Arline said.  She lit the blowtorch with the 
lighter and began playing with the valve holding it in 
front of my face, turning the flame higher and lower.  
     "What did I ever do to deserve this?"  I asked.  
     Arline stared at the flame for a while as if she 
was looking for a satisfactory answer in it.  Then she 
giggled.  "Um...  I guess, you were a shitty lay."  
     "But I always gave you long, loud, satisfying 
orgasms.  I never stopped until you told me to or you 
got off me.  You said you loved it."  
     "Yeah...  I guess so.  Don't worry; I'm sure 
there's a good reason.  Oh... that's right..."  Then 
she screamed "You tortured me after I told you to stop.  
Then you shot scum inside my holy temple."  She put the 
torch down, went back into the bag and removed the 
steel rod.  Then she began heating it up.  
     "I'm really sorry. Mistress Arline.  I'll never do 
it again.  Anyhow, you said it made you hot and you 
said if I fucked you well enough after that, you 
wouldn't do this.  And I did a good job, didn't I?"  
     "But then you came inside me."  She said.  The rod 
was now turning red.  "Oh, by the way, go ahead and 
scream.  Nobody can hear you," she whispered, wearing 
her evil smile.  
     Tears were rolling down my cheeks.  I had taken my 
best shot and now it looked like I had missed the 
target and failed.  "I couldn't help myself, you were 
so hot.  Surely there's something I can do or say that 
will stop this madness."  I said.  
     Arline paused.  She stared long and hard at the 
rod, which was now glowing bright red.  "Are you really 
sorry?  Do you promise never to do it again?"  
     "Yes Mistress Arline I am really sorry.  I will 
never do it again."  I said, a thread of hope coursing 
through my brain.  
     "Maybe I'll have mercy on you and just burn you on 
the balls."  She said.  
     Somehow, that sounded better than the alternative.  
I was hopeful.  "Yes, do that."  I said.
     "Naaaaaaaaah" she said.  With that, she plunged 
the rod into my back door.
     The rod made the same loud fart like noise that it 
had when the guy with the gun did it to her.
     For about the first second, I didn't feel 
anything.  But then, O H    M Y   G O D  ! ! !.  The 
pain engulfed me like nothing I'd ever felt before.  It 
was a tidal wave that I could feel in every fiber of my 
body.  I screamed so loudly Arline held her ears.  She 
was smiling.  
     I lurched forward on the support so hard it 
collapsed under me.  All four legs kind of keeled over 
and everything wound up on the floor, myself included.  
The room became filled with smoke which smelled like 
burned pork and shit.  
     Immediately I understood why Arline had puked when 
the man did her.  I began to toss my cookies 
uncontrollably.  This wasn't easy I was clenching my 
teeth.  Fortunately there wasn't much to bring up, just 
a few pills, but that didn't stop me from trying 
anyhow.  I just kept gagging and retching.  Next, I 
began gasping for breath between heaves.  My body 
started shivering.  I clenched my fists so tightly that 
my fingers and wrist muscles began aching.  
     Arline bent over and looked me in the eye.  She 
was still smiling.  "Bet you're sorry now."  She said.  
     I couldn't answer her, I just kept gasping.  
     If I could have spoken at that moment, I would 
have told her that the only things that I was really 
sorry about, was for having satisfied her bizarre 
sexual appetites all those times.  And for having 
obeyed her extraordinary demands all those times.  And 
for being there, for her to abuse in order to release 
her hostility at my expense.  And for letting her beat 
me when she was angry at me or Melina and when she was 
frustrated or wanted to be turned on or when or she 
just wanted to be mean to someone.  And for fucking, 
and sucking, and being buggered, and stuck, and 
whipped, and poked, and pinched, and pulled on, and 
tortured, and raped, by her and all of her customers 
and for smiling afterward "have a nice day" as if I had 
enjoyed the experience, just to keep them happy for 
her.   
     I would have told her I wasn't sorry for coming 
inside her or for having hurt her when I played sadist, 
or for the unkind words I had said to her following 
Melina's injury, or for having deflowered Melina or for 
anything bad I had ever done to her.  
     I would have told her that Melina was too good for 
her and so was I.  That she didn't deserve us.  I would 
have told her that when she fell asleep in the bath 
water, I was now wishing that I had let her drown, 
except that would have been too good for her.  I wanted 
to strangle her myself.  Put a pillow over her face 
while she wasn't stoned and was wide awake so she could 
feel the life drain from her own body, and so that I 
could watch it happen.  
     I now knew where she had gotten the chutzpah to 
shoot the guy with his own gun.  If only I had the gun, 
I would have used it on her.
     Arline had not yet removed the rod.  I realized 
she probably wasn't going to.  As yet, I was unable to 
move to do it.  I was literally seeing stars, as my 
eyelids were nigh well, glued shut and my eyeballs were 
driven up to the top of their sockets.  
     Then, suddenly, the pain was gone.  It seemed as 
if I was floating above my sprawled body, looking down, 
watching it writhe and tremble.  I remember saying 
"that poor child needs to sleep."  Then I must have 
blacked out because I awoke and it was night outside.  
The downers had worn off.  
     Arline was gone.  I was on the floor.  I was in 
incredible pain.  I was still on top of the sawhorse, 
but the legs had collapsed and I was untied.  I reached 
behind me.  The rod was still in my asshole, but I did 
not possess the strength to remove it.  I tried to push 
my body onto my feet, but they wouldn't hold.  I tried 
to crawl off the two by fours, which had originally 
formed the brace and the saw-toothed crossbeam, but my 
legs wouldn't cooperate.  
     I remembered how I had used the analogy of a red-
hot poker being shoved up my ass to describe the 
sensation when Arline and Melina had exploded that 
firecracker in my asshole.  I now knew that I had 
seriously underestimated the impact of the severity of 
the pain of the real thing.  I realized that I had 
definitely been wrong about enjoying the experience, 
and probably wouldn't be enjoying it at any point in 
the near future either.  Also I realized that compared 
to a red-hot poker, the firecracker was a walk in the 
park, not that our walk in the park had been any sort 
of gratifying experience.  
     Arline walked in with a bottle of water.  She 
leered at me and said "You looked like you needed a 
nap, so I let you rest for a while.  I was coming in 
here to revive you with this."  Arline gestured toward 
the bottle of water she was carrying.  Instead, of 
handing it to me, she poured it over me.  Then she took 
a drink from it.  "I guess you would probably like some 
pills right now.  Start with those."  She pointed to 
the ones I had puked out earlier; they were just 
beneath my face on the floor just out of lapping 
distance.  
     When I did not respond, Arline yelled, "Lick them 
up."  She waited a second then placed her hand on the 
rod, which was still sticking out of my ass, and 
twisted it.  
     I thought the pain I was feeling couldn't be 
worse, but I was wrong.  Arline had increased it many 
fold by moving the rod.  "Do it."  She said.
     Bending my neck to reach the puke with my tongue 
was not easy.  Any movement I tried to make was 
excruciating.  But it was better than risking having 
Arline twist that rod again.  I contorted my body, 
craning my neck through the pain, until I reached the 
vomit and completely licked up the bitter, sour mess.  
     Arline held her hand out.  "Come on."  She said, 
"the worst is over.  Take my hand and I'll help you to 
your room."  I looked up at her to see if she had one 
of those evil smiles she wore when she was ready to 
ambush me.  She seemed sincere.  
     "Would you please take the rod out?"  I asked.  
     Arline now gave me one of those smiles.  "I'm 
going to leave it in you from now on, to use as a 
handle.  You can lie on your stomach when we get to 
your bed."  I believed her.  
     Then Arline reached out and grabbed my arms.  She 
lifted me up onto my feet, but try as I may, my legs 
wouldn't bear my weight, wouldn't even straighten out.  
I began moaning loudly.  
     "It's a bitch, ain't it?"  Arline said, in mock 
sympathy.  She let me go and I collapsed painfully back 
onto the floor.  
     Arline then dragged me back to my room by my arm 
with my limp body flopping around, and the rod dragging 
across the floor and rug.  I was screaming again.  She 
picked me up in both arms and threw me face down on my 
bed.  Then she left the room.  I just lay there and 
cried.  When Arline returned a half hour or so later, 
the downs had begun to work.  I was lying on my now, 
tear stained pillow.  
     "Do you feel better now?"  She asked.  
     I did feel better.  I was still in unimaginable 
pain, but stoned as I was, I didn't mind it as much.  
Arline put on one of those evil smiles.  She grabbed 
one of the pieces of duct tape and pulled it off.  
There was tremendous pain as my blistered sphincter 
tightened against the still inserted rod.  Then she 
pulled off the other piece of tape.  Same deal.  "Let's 
see how your handle works."  She said.  
     Arline put her hand on the rod and pulled it.  It 
slid easily from my rectum.  Well easy for her, I saw 
stars again.  "Shit." she said dejectedly.  "Guess I'm 
going to have to stick it back in till it attaches 
itself...  Just kidding."  Then she flipped me over 
painfully onto my back (and ass) and climbed onto my 
face.  "I hope you're ready for dinner, because now 
you're going to service me."  With that, she centered 
her butt hole over my mouth.  "Ready?"  She asked.  
     I Knew she wasn't "just kidding" I figured she 
would stick the rod back up my ass if I didn't take 
care of her, so I opened up ready to receive her load.  
It was nice, firm, tart butt brownie.  It slid easily 
down my throat after just a bit of chewing.  She 
delivered it slowly and I appreciated her being so 
patient with me.  
     "Hurry up and clean me off."  She said.    
     Arline got up and stuck something in my mouth.  It 
was two pills.  Then she said "let's wash them down, 
shall we?"  She climbed back on top and started 
urinating almost immediately.  It started backing up in 
my mouth, and some spilled.  Arline felt it.  
     "Don't worry, I don't really care," she said.  
"It's your bed after all."  I swallowed hard and caught 
up with the stream.  The pills went down with the first 
gulp and I took the rest of her nectar in several 
swigs.  I was grateful for her rinsing out my mouth.  
     "That poker made me really hot.  I bet it made you 
hot too?  (In more ways than one.)  Prepare yourself 
this is going to hurt.  She turned around and sat down 
on my erect penis, putting pressure on my ass and 
causing Technicolor pain.  I screamed again.  Arline 
said "That's music to my ears" and began gyrating her 
hips.  This caused even move spectacular pain, and my 
screaming caused Arline to reach the squeaking stage 
almost immediately.  "Quit squirming and don't scream 
so loud" she said breathlessly.
     I was not in control of either my screaming or my 
squirming or our fucking or anything.  Arline was.  And 
that's how she liked it.  
     Her ass came up and down time after time as she 
pounded me again and again taking advantage of the 
giant erection the pain was causing.  She put her 
fingers in her ears when my screaming got too loud for 
her, and she appeared to be having the best time ever.  
     Do to the bouncing, I was highly distracted by the 
pain she was causing, and wasn't able to climax.  It 
seemed to me however, that she was experiencing the 
climax of her orgasm for longer than I could ever 
remember.  
     Finally satisfied, she rolled off me and sat on my 
face.  I began licking her tasty organs and she bent 
over and began sucking my dick.  With my face busily 
buried in her bush, I felt her lips pressing firmly 
against my penis.  Without her pounding me, the 
pressure began building.  Before long, my genitals were 
tingling and burning.  Arline stuck her cunt firmly 
onto my face.  After one last stroke, I climaxed 
vigorously.  This was a mixed blessing.  While my dick 
felt an unprecedented torrent of orgasm, my ass felt an 
unlimited assault of pain.  I screamed again as Arline 
sucked the sperm out of me, which again, felt both good 
and bad.  
     "Mmmmmmm" she said.  Then she bent over and kissed 
me.  When she did that, she spit my semen from inside 
her mouth into my mouth and said "swallow."  I was 
screaming so hard I couldn't swallow.  Arline forced my 
mouth open and looked inside.  She grabbed the poker 
held it up for me to see.  Slowly, in a low voice she 
said "swallow."  I did.  
     By now the pills she had recently given me were 
taking affect on top of the ones I already taken with 
my puke.  I was feeling a lot better.  Arline decided 
to take a bath with me and yanked me into the bathroom, 
with my ass dragging across the floor, and then she 
lifted me up and dropped me into the tub.  Ouch!  
Arline turned the water on and waited until it got hot.  
     The hot water at once soothed me and burned me.  
"Move over" Arline said cordially.  I did my best to 
draw my legs up to make room for her, but that would 
have required me to bend my ass.  I couldn't do that, 
so I moved to the far side of the tub laying the long 
way facing the drain, hoping Arline would not take 
offense.  She smiled affectionately and warmly, and got 
into the tub parallel to me, facing in the same 
direction.  I couldn't remember her having gotten this 
close to me ever, even during sex.  
     "I'm sorry I had to do this to you.  It probably 
wasn't the nicest thing to do.  But I've always wanted 
to do that to somebody.  Besides you've been getting 
too uppity lately.  That incident with the ice cubes 
really pissed me off.  I had to put you in your place 
and show you who's boss.  Besides that, you came inside 
me.  You know how I feel about sperm.  You don't 
despise me for doing it, do you honey?"  Asked Arline.  
     Arline was being palsy-walsy with me and I didn't 
want to spoil the moment by telling her the truth.  She 
might decide to use the poker again.  Besides, I loved 
her when she was being like this.  Somehow, moments 
like this no matter how seldom they occurred, made me 
forget all the bad things she had ever done to me, and 
made me glad to be her son.  
     Suddenly, I became horrified to think that I would 
prostitute myself for such a miniscule speck of 
tenderness.  I was an affection whore.  Arline could 
beat me, abuse me, shove red-hot pokers up my ass and 
force me to munch on her all day long, but all she 
really had to do was to hug me, kiss me gently on the 
cheek occasionally or call me honey and I would be her 
devoted slave.  
     I lay there next to her, our bodies side by side, 
touching.  I listened to the shower sprinkling down 
upon us like rain, without talking, still drenched in a 
monsoon of pain, but happy.  Maybe it was the drugs.  
     Arline got up and removed the showerhead.  Then 
lay back down and began to unscrew the showerhead.  
"Please don't do that, it dilutes your flavor."  I 
said.  
     "You really like my flavor?" asked Arline.  
     "Yes, I love it."  I answered.  
      Arline was impressed.  "That's one of the nicest 
things anybody's ever said about me."  She said.  
     "You really mean that?"  I asked.  
     "Not really, I'm just surprised you would like 
something so disgusting, slimy and awful tasting."  She 
said.  
     "It's an acquired taste.  I live for it, I'd die 
for it."  I answered.  "Wait a minute; you know what it 
tastes like?"  I asked incredulously.  
     "I was young once," she said.  
     For the first time ever, it occurred to me that 
maybe Arline's childhood had been as tough as mine was.  
"Young?"  I asked.  
     "Don't get me started; I don't want to talk about 
it.  You don't need to know about it, and I don't want 
to remember.  That was a long time ago and I've worked 
hard to forget about It." she said crossly.   
     Arline was twenty-five.  I figured "a long time 
ago" had to be in subjective years.  I decided not to 
meddle.  I didn't want this moment to end.  
     "Anyway" said Arline, "This isn't for me, I got it 
down for you."  With that, she completed unscrewing the 
head.  "Turn over."  She said.  
     "Please Mistress Arline; I don't want you to do 
that.  It's going to hurt a lot."  I said.  
     "We need to uh... irrigate you to uh... reduce the 
threat of infection.  Do it for me."  She replied 
sweetly.  
     I figured the moment of tenderness was ending 
anyway, and turned over onto my stomach.  That wasn't 
as easy as it sounded.  Arline had to help.  "You're 
right, I guess, this is going to hurt."  She said.  
With that, she thrust the hose deeply into my back 
door.  It might not have been so bad if it wasn't for 
the threads on the end of the hose.  They scraped 
against the raw, burned area inside my asshole and, I 
screamed loudly.  
     When the water started backing up, it began to 
flush out my colon.  Arline made a face.  There was a 
good bit of blood and several pieces of burned flesh 
came out.  She expected the blood but the flesh caught 
her by surprise.  She grabbed hold of one small piece, 
stuck it into her mouth and began chewing.  Then she 
swallowed.  "It's good," she said smiling.  
     Then she grabbed a piece and stuck it in my mouth.  
"Try it."  She demanded.  I spit it out disgusted.  She 
put her hand on the hose and twisted it slightly, 
causing me to convulse in agony. Then she grabbed the 
piece and stuck it back into my mouth.  I chewed it up.  
It tasted like pork.  I gagged on it but managed to 
swallow it.  
     "Good.  Isn't it?"  She said nonchalantly.  "Maybe 
I'll make this for dinner someday."  
     The water kept running and eventually wound up 
going deep inside to where it usually went when Arline 
gave me enemas.  She did not remove the hose and as the 
pressure built up, I kept getting more and more full.  
Eventually, my muscles began to reject the water and 
out it came along with lots and lots of shit.  Arline 
didn't seem angry even though it soiled the bath and 
clogged the drain.  She just put her foot over the 
drain and squished the turds down clearing it.  She 
seemed to be handling the experience well.  Maybe it 
was because she'd been there.  
     Arline then got one of those evil smiles on her 
face.  She began turning off the cold water slowly.  
The rinse water began to get warmer and warmer.  Not 
that it didn't already hurt, but now the water was 
getting unbearably hot.  Hotter than we usually kept 
it during morning showers, and we usually kept the 
water at a near dangerous temperature.  I could 
feel the water burning my thighs as it poured out 
of my butt.  It was scalding the already damaged 
flesh inside.  I was being parboiled.  
     Not that I could have, but I tried to get up and 
get out.  Arline sat down on the middle of my back 
preventing me from moving.  I was screaming at the top 
of my lungs again.  I wondered if this wasn't worse 
than the poker had been originally.  That's when the 
pain stopped and I found myself floating above my 
screaming, thrashing body again.  This time I was 
looking down at Arline squatting on my back.  When I 
woke up, Arline had turned the hot water off.  She was 
running the cold water over my head saying "Come to, 
you bastard.  Don't be like this.  You're spoiling all 
the fun."  
     Yeah, the moment of closeness was definitely over.  
     But then Arline placed one of my arms gently over 
her shoulder and led me, limping into her bedroom.  It 
was very painful, but Arline was being nice to me again 
and I desperately needed someone to be nice to me that 
day, so I didn't complain.  That's when I thought about 
Melina and how Melina was nice to me all the time.  
     Suddenly I had this desperate need to be with 
Melina.  I didn't say anything about it because Arline 
had been jealous of Melina of late.  I was afraid to 
rock the boat.  Nevertheless, I began to obsess over 
Melina.  She was still supposed to be on bed rest and 
Arline and I hadn't been very attentive to her, due to 
our being stoned on downs all the time.  I wondered if  
she was even still alive.  
     I resolved to go in and see her later, but then I 
realized that I wouldn't even be walking, let alone 
caring for her, until my burns healed.  I wondered if 
that would be any time soon.  Arline was curled up next 
to me in bed and she was snoring quietly in my ear.  I 
felt warm inside.  Well, warm inside, burning down 
below.  
     I closed my eyes contentedly and eventually I also 
fell asleep.  Arline was still sleeping next to me when 
I woke up.  I was afraid to move lest I wake the 
dragon.  The pills had worn off and I was in too much 
pain to fall asleep again.  I just lay there in 
torment.  I wondered how Arline had managed to recover 
from her injuries without drugs.  I guessed she really 
was stronger than I was.  
 

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 39/56
Summary: Melina must attend our hero.  
Keywords: b,g,bg,drug,rom,ht,ws,oral,piv,copr,vore


                I Am Patient With Melina.  

     So, what about Melina?  At first, while we were 
stoned on downs, Arline and I took care of Melina.  We 
stopped in her room sporadically and took care of her 
needs.  It was, I must admit, common for us to stop in, 
take an order for food and then forget to get what she 
needed.  It might therefore be hours before she got, 
for example, a sandwich or drink.  It was common for 
her not to get any lunch till after dinner.  
     In addition, it was my responsibility to take care 
of her potty needs and I could have been more attentive 
to her needs there to.  Bless her, she was more than 
patient and didn't leak once.  
     Melina was more than patient with me as far as my 
being stoned too.  I had explained to her that Arline 
had forced me to take the drugs and Melina was 
sympathetic.  Arline desperately wanted a playmate when 
she was stoned, so she got me addicted to downs the way 
she was.  I told Melina that Arline frequently forced 
me to take doses of pills.  I felt bad for lying to 
Melina about the pills though.  I knew that I was 
enjoying them and sometimes I would remind Arline, on 
purpose, so that she would "force" me to take them.  
     After Arline did the poker thing, I was unable to 
walk, let alone take care of Melina.  Arline had to 
take care of Melina all by herself.  I would have to 
remind Arline to check on Melina and she would 
begrudgingly go in and see if she needed anything.  
Melina had gotten stronger, but was at first, still not 
able to leave her bed, so Melina and I had to share the 
bedpan.  Arline would not empty the bedpan often.  
Instead she would insist that "This was the reason she 
quit being a nurse."  The bedpan seldom was emptied and 
as a result, it became a disease ridden shit hole.  
(Literally.)
     A few days after the hot poker incident, Melina 
was finally able to leave her bed for short periods, 
and she began visiting me.  I felt guilty relying on 
her to take care of my potty needs but once Melina got 
well enough, Arline made it clear that we were not to 
contaminate her bedpan anymore, so Melina was stuck 
with the task.  I didn't envy her, my stools were 
loose, explosive, bloody and at first contained charred 
flesh.  Melina would have to chugalug my hershey 
squirts and suck the liquor from my dick.  She never 
complained or made faces.  
     She would apologize when Arline forbade her to use 
the toilet and she had to avail herself of my septic 
services.  Constantly stoned on downs, Arline was loath 
to drive her car, and seldom went shopping.  Often 
times, there was no fresh food, so excreta was all we 
had for our meals.  Not very nutritious but at least we 
weren't starved (as if it could whet one's appetite).  
I often wondered how many times one could recycle the 
products.  
     When Arline wasn't looking, Melina also serviced 
my sexual needs, smoking my johnson and sucking the 
essence from it.  She was also there for me, by sitting 
on my face to deliver "my daily cream."  I would look 
forward to the times when Arline would be sleeping 
after taking too many downs.  
     Melina gave me great pleasure.  She never failed 
to suck the sperm from my penis or swallow it when she 
would fellate me.  Whenever Arline had sex with me, she 
usually climbed off me before I came. 
     After I got better, and doing it stopped hurting 
so much, we would have sex with Melina on top.   I 
would wait until Melina was fully satisfied (to the 
best of my ability) before getting myself off, but 
sometimes Melina was just too hot to resist.  She never 
complained when that happened.  Our sex life was the 
healthiest it had ever been.  We never let Arline find 
out, because she was now so jealous of Melina, we were 
sure that if she discovered us having sex, she would 
start hurting Melina again.  
     I thought Melina was very brave to risk having sex 
with me under the circumstances.  We could not always 
rely on Arline to sleep through our trysts and on 
several occasions, we had narrow escapes.  Fortunately, 
the downs Arline took had her staggering down the hall 
and we could hear her when she bounced off the walls.  
This generally gave us ample notice of her impending 
proximity and Melina was able to climb off me in time 
to give the illusion that we weren't doing anything 
"inappropriate."  
     On those few occasions when Arline burst in on us 
unexpectedly, we managed to avoid discovery by lying, 
telling Arline that Melina and I were tending to each 
other's potty needs.  Arline was so stoned that she 
wasn't aware of what was really happening.  Those were 
narrow escapes.  


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 40/56
Summary: The law returns.  Melina tries to help Arline.
Keywords: Mg,Fb,bd,blackmail,nc,rape,sad,viol,anal,
creampie,oral,copr


           Parsley Sage Rosemary and Mace.  

     One day, Arline opened the door.  Her smile faded 
as she recognized the man at the door was none other 
than the cop who had promised he'd return.  Now he had.  
He pushed the door open rudely and stepped into the 
house.  Arline did nothing to resist him.  
     The cop marched directly into the parlor and 
looked around.  There was nothing there but two empty 
beds.  "Wha'd you do with them?" he asked.  
     Arline explained that we were temporarily out of 
business, due to circumstances beyond  control.  The 
cop did not believe her, and went room to room looking 
for us.  He stopped in the living room.  Then he 
stopped in my room.  I was lying face down in bed, 
naked, having found it too painful to lay on my back 
due to the injuries caused by the hot poker.  "What's 
wrong with him?" he asked.
     "He's not feeling well," explained Arline.  
     "Why not?" asked the cop.
     "Uh... he got hurt uh... in a game of poker" said 
Arline.  
     "Gambling, huh?" said the cop, whereupon he left 
the room and closed the door.  Next, he opened the door 
to Melina's room without knocking.  Melina was lying in 
bed on her back, still recovering from the tear in her 
vagina.  As usual, she was naked.  She would probably 
have been dressed if any of her clothes fit, but she 
had out grown all but two of them.  The exceptions were 
one outfit which she kept nice in case she ever went 
out (not that she ever did) and her leather glove 
which, although it stretched enough for her to wear, 
left constriction marks on her where the seams were.  
"What's wrong with her?" he asked.  
     "She's not feeling well either," explained Arline.  
     "What's the matter," asked the cop.
     "She's uh... got a sports injury, uh... a groin pull" 
said Arline.    
     "Well lady," said the cop "I'm going to get fucked 
today, and I ain't queer, so it's you or her.  Who's it 
going to be?"  
     Without a moment's hesitation, Arline left the 
room and closed the door behind her leaving the cop in 
the room with Melina.  
     The cop sat down on Melina's bed.  "You okay?" he 
asked.  
     Melina hadn't had actual vaginal sex since the 
doctor had visited more than two weeks before, and 
prescribed bed rest.  She still had pain inside and was 
concerned that it might be too soon.  (Actually, it was 
too soon.)  A look of apprehension enveloped her.  The 
cop, trained in interrogation techniques and sensitive 
to such cues, eyed her suspiciously.  "What's the 
matter?" he said condescendingly, "you afraid of cops?"  
     Melina thought it better not to answer.  Instead, 
she smiled, grabbed the cop's hand and placed it gently 
on her breast.  She was frightened, but her smile 
reassured the cop who began fingering her nipples.  For 
a while, he rubbed his hands across her still 
underdeveloped breasts, and then he moved down to her 
abdominal region.  Melina had soft, silky smooth skin 
and the cop relished the experience of feeling her 
delicate waist.  
     Soon his hands wandered down to the patch of downy 
hair, which now covered much of her mons veneris (the 
triangular area just above where her legs met.)  He 
began petting the fur and smiling with satisfaction.  
From there, his hands meandered over to the patch of 
hair now covering most of her outer lips.  It was still 
fine and was just as soft as the hair above, and he 
dawdled there for a while, gradually applying more 
pressure to her lips, and eventually entering the inner 
recesses of her as yet, pristine vagina.  
     Resigned to her fate, Melina told the cop "It's 
pretty clean inside me; no one's been in there for 
weeks."  
     "I suppose you're going to tell me you've been 
saving yourself for me."  Said the cop, incredulously.  
     "No," said Melina, "I've had an infection there 
and doctor told me not to have sex for a while."  
     The cop seemed to panic and reflexively removed 
his hand.  he appeared to jump from the bed as if he 
were a magnet and became repelled by another magnet 
with its poles opposed.  
     The cop left the room and slammed the door shut 
behind him.  He ran into Arline's room.  His face 
turned red as he began yelling at Arline.  "How dare 
you let me touch that monstrosity?  She's contaminated 
and you know it.  She's damaged goods.  Who knows what 
I'll catch from her diseased fucking cunt.  I'm 
personally going to hold you responsible if I catch 
anything from her.  Meanwhile, you're the only thing in 
this house left to fuck, and I'm going to fuck 
something today.  Get your clothes off, bitch."  
     Arline was in a difficult position.  Assuming she 
even got a shot off before the cop did, she knew that, 
unlike the guy with the gun, if she shot the cop, 
someone would miss him and come after him.  This would 
be bad news.  "I'm not some floozy you can push around" 
she said.  "I run this establishment, I don't work it.  
You need to come some other time, when we're back in 
business."  
     The cop ignored her.  He grabbed her arm with one 
hand and began stroking Arline's breast with his other 
hand.  
     Arline did the only thing she could think of that 
a woman in her position could do.  She slapped him in 
the face.  
     The cop grabbed her other arm tightly and laughed.  
"Aren't you the little spitfire?  I like a woman with 
spirit." he said.  "We're going to have lots of fun 
together."  
     Arline was desperate.  She did not want to have 
sex with the cop and would do anything to avoid it.  To 
that end she said "It's not like Melina has an 
infectious disease, she just got a tear in the lining 
of her pussy and it got infected, like a cut, that's 
all.  She's perfectly fine.  Fuck her all you want, you 
won't catch anything from her."  
     The cop was not impressed.  He paused for a 
moment, but after reconsidering, he went back to 
seducing Arline.  Well maybe seducing is not a good 
description of what was happening; it was obvious that 
the time for seduction was past.  Assaulting is 
probably more accurate.  He pulled Arline's arm behind 
her and began trying to pull her pants down from 
behind.  Arline started screaming but that did not 
deter him.  
     Arline began squirming and trying to get away, but 
the cop was much too strong.  In no time, he had her 
pants down to her knees and her shirt up over her head.  
Blind, Arline began scratching the cop with her free 
hand.  The cop picked her up and threw her onto the 
bed.  
     Unfortunately, I was still convalescing from my 
injury, I was able to walk only with difficulty and 
only when assisted by someone, so although I heard the 
melee from the next room, I was unable to do anything 
to help.  Melina on the other hand, ran naked from her 
room into Arline's room. 
     When Melina saw what was happening she began 
hollering, "Leave her alone".  She jumped on the cop's 
back trying to pull him off Arline.  The cop kept 
throwing her off him, and laughing.  Melina continued 
to jump on the cop.  Finally, sick and tired of the 
problems Melina was causing, the cop said "Bitch, get 
off me."  He threw her to the floor and pulled a can of 
mace from his belt.  He stopped laughing and pointed 
the can at Melina.  "Slut, don't make me use this."  
Melina came back at him again, this time with her fists 
out in front.  The cop pressed the button and a cloud 
enveloped Melina.  
     Melina didn't make another step.  She immediately 
brought her hands to her face, screamed and crumbled to 
the floor.  Her eyes closed tightly and began watering, 
she found it difficult to breathe and started coughing.  
The cop now turned around to Arline who was still 
struggling to escape and beating him with her fists.  
"How about you lady, do you want some of this too?"  
     Arline reached for the can in an effort to disarm 
the cop.  She didn't make it.  The cop pressed the 
button and a cloud engulfed her as well.  She stopped 
straining, brought her hands up to her face and began 
tearing and coughing.  
     Like a tag-team wrestling match in which both team 
members have been overwhelmed, the two women were now 
limp, helpless and down for the count.  The cop grabbed 
Arline's clothing and tore it from her body.  In 
seconds she was completely nude, face down on her bed.  
Her feet were on the floor, the upper half of her body 
was on the bed and her ass was bent over the corner of 
the mattress.  
     The cop unzipped his fly, pulled his penis out of 
his pants and rubbed some saliva onto Arline's butt 
hole.  He grabbed her by the hips pulled her over 
towards him and tore into her.  The mace had done its 
job, both Arline and Melina were completely subdued and 
neither one of them put up any further resistance.  For 
a while, the only sounds which came from Arline's room 
were a slishing sound made by the cop's dick rubbing 
against Arline's sphincter, the sound of the cop's 
balls slapping against Arline's bottom, the cop's heavy 
breathing and the sound of Arline and Melina gasping 
for breath.  
     After a long while, the cop finally came deep 
inside Arline's asshole.  Then he wiped his dick off on 
one of the scraps of cloth from Arline's torn blouse.  
"Where's my money?" he asked
     Arline could still barely see.  Her eyes were still 
mostly closed.  She was still having difficulty 
breathing.  She was not really in any shape to get back 
on her feet, but she desperately wanted to get rid of 
the cop, and leave the incident behind her as an 
unhappy memory.  She pointed to her purse and asked the 
cop to "kindly retrieve it" for her.  Her expression 
changed when she realized that that was likely a 
mistake.
     The cop went to her purse and opened it.  He 
pulled out a wad of bills and said "Don't get up, I'll 
help myself.  I think this will be enough."  He removed 
all of the money and put it in his pocket.  
     Arline who usually kept a close eye on her purse 
knew the amount to be fifteen hundred seventy four 
dollars.  "That's more than five hundred dollars, you 
know," she said.
     "I know, but I missed the last few weeks, so you 
actually still owe me some.  Don't worry we'll make up 
for it eventually.  I'll be back soon, okay?"  With 
that, he left.  
     After about an hour, the effects of the mace wore 
off.  Melina and Arline's vision and respiration 
returned to normal.  Arline sent Melina to her room 
after berating her for telling the cop about her 
infection.  Ar;ine took some downs, and gave me some.  
She collected some sperm from her butt and then made 
me suck out her asshole.  Then she took me into the shower 
and made me give her an enema, which she forced me to 
drink.  After the shower, she trussed me up, face down 
in my bed and caned me thoroughly with the switch for 
the first time since the hot poker.  Next, she untied 
me, dragged me into her room and sat on my face for a 
long time, during which she had several conspicuously 
satisfying orgasms.  She then tied me face up to my bed 
and went to her room.  I lay there stoned, frustrated 
and uncomfortable until Melina dropped in and gave me a 
quick Lewinski.  
     Arline's bedroom smelled of mace for several days 
following the incident.  Fortunately, neither Arline 
nor Melina had any lasting ill effects from the 
episode, and life pretty much returned to normal.  
(Well normal for us that is.)  
        

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