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Subject: {ASSM} {Norm DaPlume} New novel:War And Piece parts: 41 thru 45 (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: 41/56
Summary: Melina makes a friend.
Keywords: Mg,blackmail,reluc,rom,piv


         Melina Gets Excited, I get jealous.  

     About a week later, the cop returned.  Arline saw 
him arrive before he knocked at the door, and tried to 
pretend she wasn't home.  The cop just kept knocking 
finally saying, "I know you're home.  Your car is 
parked in the garage and I know you can't go anywhere 
without it...  Am I going to have to kick the door in?"  
     Arline finally answered the door with her "butter 
wouldn't melt in her mouth" smile.  "I'm sorry, I was 
vacuuming and didn't hear you," she said.  The cop's 
expression indicated that he didn't believe her.  He 
stepped inside.  "How can I help you?" she said.  
     "First off, you can cut the crap."  Said the cop.  
"Next give me some more money, I figure you owe me 
about two thousand, plus interest.  Also, my nightstick 
needs polishing, is your bimbo all healed?"  Arline 
nodded yes and the cop walked down the hallway, 
directly into Melina's room.  Arline didn't follow him.  
     Melina was lying in bed underneath a blanket.  The 
cop marched in and pulled the blanket off her.  She was 
naked underneath.  "Just the way I like it" he said.  
"Are you all healed inside?" he asked.  
     "I'm fine" Melina answered, afraid to admit to him 
that she still hurt a little downstairs.  
     "Good, great."  He said.  He began to take his 
clothes off.  After he finished undressing he sat down 
on the side of Melina's bed.  "God you're beautiful," 
he said.  With that, he placed his hands on Melina's 
breasts and began to rub them.  "Soft too" he said.  He 
continued to play with Melina's breasts, and then 
suddenly he looked up and asked, "Did you mean, what you 
said about no one having been inside you for weeks?  
Is that still true?"  
     "Yes it's true."   Melina said.  
     The cop watched her eyes when she said that.  
Based on her responses he was sure that it was true.  
"If you're lying, I'm going to come back here and bust 
everybody here for solicitation."  He said.   
     Melina didn't know what solicitation was, but she 
knew that what she had said was true, so she stared 
back at him with genuine sincerity in her dark eyes and 
shook her head yes.  
     The policeman lay down next to Melina and placed 
one hand on the soft hair covering much of her genital 
area.  He began petting the silky hair and expressed 
satisfaction with the experience saying "Mmmmmmmm."  He 
moved his hand down to her outer lips and began 
massaging them.  At the same time, he began sucking on 
one of her delicate nipples.  As he did so, Melina who 
had not had any actual sex, save with my tongue for a 
month, began to get moist and creamy.  The cop 
expressed satisfaction with the response and gently 
eased a finger inside her pussy lips.  
     Against her better judgment, the long awaited 
stimulation and attention the cop was bestowing on her, 
excited Melina greatly and she began moving her hips up 
and down and moaning approvingly.  Her clitoris began 
to swell and protrude and her vagina became slippery 
and gooey.  The policeman took advantage of her 
response and ran his finger along the shaft of her 
clitoris, going deep inside and quickly locating her G-
spot.  As her vaginal muscles squeezed the G-spot 
against his finger he started pressing back on the 
area.  Despite the pain down below from the injury, 
Melina responded first by squeaking then with a series 
of "Oh oh oh's."  
     At this point, Melina began to think about me and 
our relationship, realizing that perhaps she was being 
a little unfaithful to me.  She became ashamed about 
her enjoying having sex with this person, but it was 
too late.  Her nervous system was already going full 
speed ahead and was responding, as it was designed to 
do.  She began breathing heavily, contracting her 
vaginal muscles and undulating her body.  
     The policeman recognizing that Melina was suitably 
prepared for intercourse climbed on top of her and 
stuck his now exceedingly erect penis inside her love 
hole.  He began slowly and patiently moving his hips up 
and down, rubbing the knob of his penis against the 
front part of her pussy where the most sensitive areas 
were.  He was very good at lovemaking and Melina 
couldn't help but to enjoy the experience.  She began 
"Ohh ohh ohhing" again, and soon began uncontrollably 
moaning "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" so loudly that it began 
to disturb me in my bedroom.  After a while, Arline 
having heard this, stopped in my room and gave me one 
of her evil smiles.  "That's how you do it." she said, 
rubbing it in.  
     I began crying and Arline got in my face and 
smiled again, making sure that I could see her.  The 
cop kept Melina in a heightened state of orgasm for at 
least half an hour, maybe more.  My pillow was 
waterlogged with tears by the time he was finished.  
     Eventually the cop climaxed, sending burst after 
burst of hot sperm surging deep into Melina's channel, 
but not before Melina had nigh well gotten a hoarse 
throat from all the screaming she had done.  After he 
finished, the cop got dressed.  He went into Arline's 
room and gave her the same evil smile that Arline had 
given to me.  He rubbed his thumb against the side of 
his middle finger to suggest that he wanted a payoff.  
        "We've been out of business for almost a month 
and there's been no income."  Said Arline.  
     "Bullshit." said the cop, "How have you been 
eating and paying for the drugs you've been taking?"  
The cop withdrew his nightstick and said "Maybe you're 
going to need some persuasion.  I call this my 
arbitrator.  Are you sure you want to meet him?"  
     Arline looked around, the cop was blocking the 
door and there was no way to escape him.  "All right" 
she said, "let me get my purse."  Arline went to her 
purse.  Pretty much, the only money Arline had in the 
purse was for some groceries and to score some more 
pills.  She pulled the bills out and began counting out 
loud.  One, two... The cop grabbed the wad of bills and 
added them up.  Counting the small bills, there was 
less than three hundred dollars.  The cop grabbed 
Arline's purse and turned it upside down emptying its 
contents.  Besides some drugs and cosmetics there was 
nothing in there but a few coins, which the cop 
grabbed, and the guy's gun which the cop peered at 
suspiciously and also grabbed.  "That's not enough to 
pay your "fine" lady, Where's the rest?"  
     "We'll be back in business soon," Arline said.  
"We'll make up the difference next week, I promise."  
     The cop wasn't totally convinced, but he reckoned 
that since Melina had been chaste for the last few 
weeks that Arline probably wasn't lying about being out 
of business.  "I'll be back next week.  Get that tramp 
of yours off her ass and make her start earning us some 
cash.  Don't fail me or there will be consequences."  
With that, he left taking all of the money and the gun.  
     Meanwhile, Melina had come into my room.  She saw 
me crying on my sodden pillow.  She began crying 
herself and hung her head in shame.  "I'm sorry," she 
said.  
     "You didn't sound very sorry" I said.  
     "You heard that I guess." she said.  
     "The neighbors heard that, and they're half a mile 
away."  I answered.  
     Melina sat down and stared at the floor.  She 
didn't know what she could say that wouldn't make me 
feel even worse.  For the first time in a long time, I 
was feeling inadequate.  Melina grabbed my hand and 
held it gently in hers.  She turned to me and stared 
into my eyes.  "I guess you must be pretty angry with 
me," she said.  
     "I'm not angry" I said, "I'm just a little 
disappointed in you."  
     "I wish there was something I could say that would 
make you feel better about this, but I can't think of 
anything."  Said Melina, "I could say I was only 
acting, and that I didn't really enjoy myself, but I 
don't think you'd believe me.  Would you?"  
     Tears began rolling down my cheeks again.  I sat 
there feeling betrayed and cheated on.  "So I guess you 
don't love me anymore?"  I asked.  I could hardly form 
the words, I was crying so hard.  
     "Oh God, of course I do, more than ever."  She 
said.  "That should have been you making me sing like 
that.  I've had to be a little reserved lately because 
of Arline.  If Arline wasn't always monitoring us like 
she has been, that would have been you, long ago.  I 
was waiting to heal fully, but then I was looking 
forward to having you break my month long cherry.  I 
wouldn't have had sex with him at all if I felt I could 
have avoided it, but I was afraid he would have taken 
it out on Arline, the way he did last week.  He just 
caught me off guard, in a moment of weakness, that's 
all.  If that had been you making love to me back 
there, people would have heard me singing clear 
across town.  Honey, you've got to believe me, and 
you've got to trust me."  
     Suddenly, I was ashamed of myself for not trusting 
Melina.  That started a new round of tears.  "I'm sorry 
for doubting you," I said.  "I should have realized 
that you would never be unfaithful to me, Melina.  I'm 
such an ass."  
     "So you forgive me?" asked Melina.  
     "I'm the one who needs to be forgiven.  Melina, I 
can't help being jealous sometimes, even though I 
should know better."  I said.  
     "So it's okay for me to date other people?"  
Melina said.  
     I looked up, horrified, to see Melina's smiling 
face.  "I'm just kidding baby, I couldn't help myself, 
you seemed so fragile."  She said.  
     Melina turned away from me.  I couldn't see her 
face.  Unfortunately, the fact was that much to her 
dismay Melina had experienced one of the best orgasms 
of her entire life with the policeman.  In retrospect 
if the policeman had at that moment, offered to take 
her away, she would have done so in a heartbeat.  She 
was incredibly impressed by the policeman's sexual 
prowess and couldn't wait until next week when he was 
planning to be back.  Worse yet, she was hoping that he 
felt the same about her.  
     A wave of nausea overcame Melina as she realized 
that while she was "in love" with me, she would prefer 
"to make love" to the policeman.  This was the first 
time she had reckoned with the difference between the 
two concepts.  She became disillusioned and denounced 
the experience in an attempt to drive it from her mind.  
     Melina never admitted to me that she was 
conflicted about the event.  She had done a pretty 
convincing job of covering up, and on the surface I was 
satisfied.  Maybe it was something about the look in 
her eyes towards the end, or something in the sound of 
her voice, I don't know for sure, but somehow I knew 
that something was amiss.  It wasn't something I could 
put my finger on, (so to speak) but subconsciously I 
must have had misgivings because after that, things 
were not the same between us.   


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 42/56
Summary: Arline straightens out.  
Keywords: drug


            Arline Gains Control Again.  

     Note.  This chapter must contain the following 
advisory.  This chapter contains no descriptions 
of sexual events and therefore has no lewd, 
depraved, licentious or provocative contents.  As 
a result, the following may be unsuitable or boring 
for some reading audiences; reader discretion is 
therefore highly advised. 

     Arline had purchased an "industrial sized" bag of 
barbiturates and it took a considerable amount of time 
for her and me to use them all up.  Eventually, 
however, everything good (or bad) comes to an end.  So 
it was with the giant bag of downers.  Faced with the 
decision of whether to buy more of them or stop using 
them, Arline wisely decided to face withdrawal.  
Naturally, that meant that I too had to face withdrawal 
and Arline certainly did not have any qualms about 
putting me through detox.  
     Arline, who had been through detox before, knew 
what to expect.  I on the other hand was totally naīve 
about it, not even being cognizant that such a thing 
existed.  Arline was wise, at least she was wise 
regarding drugs, and as the last of the pills began to 
disappear, she doled them out on an increasingly 
diminished schedule.   
     While the pills were plentiful, Arline used them 
with abandon.  In addition, she doled out significant 
amounts of them to me, whenever she or I, felt that I 
needed them.  Unlike other endeavors in her life, 
Arline was not stingy with her drugs, and she shared 
them generously.  She might have given them to Melina 
as well but she didn't like the idea of her daughter 
doing drugs.  (Who'd 'a thunk it.)  In any case, once 
the pills began to become scarce, Arline began counting 
their numbers compulsively and timing the doses we took 
to about four hour intervals.  After about a day, the 
first symptoms of withdrawal began to appear.  
     I began to feel restless, anxious and weak.  I 
felt dizzy and nauseated.  At that point, I asked 
Arline to "force me" to take some more downers.  Arline 
who sounded nauseous and weak herself, told me that she 
was planning to stop taking them.  She said that I 
would have to get used to the feelings for now but that 
they, the feelings, would eventually go away.  She told 
me about how reducing the dosage would minimize the 
withdrawal symptoms and how quitting them suddenly 
would be much more painful, dangerous and possibly 
fatal.  
     Arline gave me two pills instead of the usual 
three, then after a while, she gave me one pill.  She 
warned me that the symptoms would probably get worse 
before they got better.  She said that she was going 
through the same symptoms herself.  In that I was not 
enjoying the symptoms, I asked Arline for pills every 
hour.  She told me that my next dosage would be four 
hours from the previous dosage and as expected, I felt 
lousy.  Arline was very patient with me, and though I 
asked, many times she resisted the urge to shut me up 
either by punishing me or by giving me the pills.  
     As Arline had suggested, the symptoms I was 
experiencing got worse and they soon included vomiting.  
I was unable to sleep that night and by the next day, I 
was getting shakes, as my muscles began twitching 
uncontrollably.  My hands and fingers trembled and I 
was having occasional seizures.  Sometimes, when I 
stood up, I would suddenly get a rush of weakness and I 
would faint.  At one point, I went in to talk Arline 
into giving me more drugs, and when I got to her room, 
Arline was talking to a nonexistent person in the room 
about how she needed us to detox and how she had to be 
strong for the both of us.  
     The experience spooked me and I did not go back 
into her room for a while.  Eventually however, the 
pain got too great and realizing that four hours were 
up I went into the room and asked Arline for my dose.  
Arline was still hallucinating, but somewhere inside 
she found the sense to get us each one more pill.  
     By the fourth day, we were taking half a pill at a 
time and we ran out.  Life eventually returned to 
normal.   

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 43/56
Summary: Arline intimidates our hero.
Keywords: b,F/b,sad,Fdom,cbt,va


                 I Get A Close Shave.

     One morning during our shower, Arline who had 
decided to do the cleansing herself that day, grabbed 
my balls and said "I think that you have too many hairs 
on your balls to tell people that you are eleven years 
old.  They're not going to believe that someone so 
young can be so hairy.  We need to remove them."  
Arline left the bathroom and then came back with 
something.  She kept it in the palm of her hand, so 
that I couldn't see what it was, then, she placed it in 
her bag without showing it to me.  
     She then proceeded to place soap on my testicles 
using her hands instead of the stiff brush she usually 
used.  She gently lathered me up and it was delicious 
having her massage me like that.  When Arline did 
something nice to me, it was usually because she had 
something mean that she wanted to do to me following 
whatever the nice thing was.  I stood there waiting for 
the other shoe to drop.  Her stimulation had produced a 
fine erection, and my jimmy was standing at attention.  
Arline continued to lather my balls up until not a spot 
of skin was showing.  Then she grabbed my balls in her 
fist.  
     Arline reached into her bag and pulled out, of all 
things, a straight razor.  Don't ask me where she got 
it.  Maybe it was an antique.  I was reasonably certain 
that they'd stopped making them in the last century, 
when they became obsolete, superseded by safety razors 
and then disposable razors.  But there it was.  The 
only reason I even knew about the existence of such 
things was because I had seen one in an old movie where 
it was used to slit the throat of one of the 
characters.  
     Arline leered at me as she pressed on the little 
trigger like thing on one end, which opened the blade.  
It swung around and the polished blade more or less 
glowed, ugly and brutal.  She made a slicing motion 
with it, coming so close to my scrotal sack with it, 
that I figured I would be singing alto for the rest of 
my life.  At that point, it was still unclear whether 
the "them" in "we need to remove them" referred to my 
balls or just the hairs on them.  So far, Arline had 
said nothing to indicate which she was planning to 
remove.  Maybe she hadn't decided yet.  
     I tried to remain calm.  It behooved me not try to 
move away in that she had my boys in a vise like grip, 
which she did not appear inclined to relax.  Arline 
just stood there peering at my balls, apparently 
undecided about what her next action was going to be.  
My fate was in her hands.  (In more ways than one.)  
Most of me was hoping that she was merely going to give 
them a shave.  Melina often commented about how she got 
a real kick out of my balls (So to speak.) and that she 
hoped that I would take good care of them.  So I was 
hoping that Arline was talking about the hairs, for 
Melina's sake.  But somewhere at the back of my mind, I 
couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have 
one's balls taken from them.  
     Briefly, my mind wandered back to the incident 
with the hot poker and how that hadn't turned out to be 
nearly as much fun as I had anticipated it might be.  
After reminiscing about that time, I was definitely not 
inclined to experience being castrated.  Naturally, 
Spence came to mind and I wondered how he was doing.  
     Arline tightened her grip on my nuts and brought 
the blade over to them placing the cutting edge against 
my skin.  I could feel the bite of the blade stinging 
my scrotal sack.  "I wonder what it looks like inside 
of here?" she said wearing her evil smile.  
     Uneasy, I said "Mistress Arline, you know already.  
Don't you remember the guy with the gun?  We removed 
his balls; Melina brought them in and showed them to 
you."
     "I didn't get a very good look at them."  Said 
Arline, "I was pretty distracted you know and Melina 
chopped them up before I really had a chance to check 
them out.  Besides, they were frozen.  
     "What about Spence, we removed his balls," I said 
desperate
     "I never got to see his balls at all, let alone 
play with them.  If I remove yours now, I can examine 
them at my leisure, and if I like, I can even play with 
them some, like marbles.  Wouldn't that be cool?"
     I tried to approach the topic rationally.  I knew 
that logic wasn't the best way to reach Arline, but I 
was reasonably certain that Arline had already made up 
her mind one way or the other.  Normally, no amount of 
logic could make her change a decision once she had 
made it.  Still, it was remotely possible that she was 
on the fence about it and it couldn't hurt to try to 
sway her one way or the other.  
     "Mistress Arline" I said, "You depend on my stones 
to bring income into this house.  If you remove them, 
it is likely that you will have trouble selling my 
talents.  Don't make the mistake of removing them.  
That would be like killing the goose who laid the 
golden egg.  You never know how our customers will view 
this.  I think it will be a turn off, and will 
discourage our customers.  You don't want that do you?"  
     "Maybe," said Arline.  "But maybe knowing that you 
are sterile will appeal to our female customers and 
business will pick up.  I know having those hazardous 
vermin removed certainly appeals to me."  
     I swallowed hard and then made what I thought was 
my best argument.  It was pretty much my last hope 
anyway.  "Please, Mistress Arline, I would really like 
to have children someday."  
     Arline began laughing so hard tears formed in her 
eyes.  "What would you want to do that for?"
     I was crushed.  She was laughing at me.  Tears 
came to my eyes.  I tried to speak but I kept choking 
up, the words wouldn't come out.  "Don't you want 
grandchildren?"  I asked finally.  
     Arline suddenly stopped laughing.  For a second 
everything was so quiet I could hear my heart beating.  
Then, Arline screamed so loudly that I jumped.  She was 
still holding the knife-edge to my balls and my action 
all but removed them.  "You're talking about Melina, 
aren't you?"  She said, deadly serious.  "I think I 
have all the information I need to make this decision 
now."  Arline's hand clamped onto my testicles so 
firmly she just about squeezed them out of their skin.  
The pain from her squeezing my balls was so intense, my 
teeth hurt.  
     Then a wave of calm seemed to seize Arline 
suddenly and she said "Wait a minute; I'm not going to 
let you manipulate me into deciding about this 
prematurely.  I'll take your balls when I'm good and 
ready.  But I wouldn't get too attached to them if I 
were you."  (So to speak.)  With that she began 
scraping the blade across my scrotal sack attempting to 
remove the hairs.  
     Everything would have been okay if Arline knew 
what she was doing with the razor.  Modern day razors 
aren't the crude tools that the straight razor was.  
Thank God!  Shaving technology has come a long way 
since that time and the tools in use today are much 
sharper and safer to use than those of yesteryear.  The 
straight razor, which Arline was trying to use on me, 
had not been properly maintained over the years.  It 
had also not been sharpened properly.  It was therefore 
not up to the task of shaving.  Likely, the only thing 
one could appropriately use it for would be to slit 
someone's throat or cut his balls off.  
     From what I could glean based on the information I 
later found on the internet, straight razors need to be 
sharpened on a "stone" daily, then "honed" with 
something called a "strop," (A long, belt like leather 
and canvas strip designed specifically to sharpen a 
straight razor.) after every use.  In addition, after 
years of mishandling, neglect and age rust had formed 
on the blade, which was a less than perfect situation.  
As a result, when Arline tried to shave me all she 
accomplished was to scrape my skin raw.  Maybe that's 
all she wanted to do anyway.  In any case, suffice it 
to say, that the razor removed none of the hairs, which 
she originally intended to remove.  After numerous 
attempts, my balls were raw, bloodied and aching but 
just as hairy as they had been to start.  Arline did 
however have a rollicking good time trying.  
     Arline eventually had to admit defeat with the 
straight razor.  She got a tweezers and began to pluck 
the hairs out one by one.  That turned out to be a 
painful experience for both of us; though I'm sure, it 
was more painful for me than it was for Arline, who 
seemed to be enjoying herself, during the times when 
she wasn't being frustrated by it.  
     Arline finally got out one of her pink disposable 
razors.  She did the job, and she wasn't gentle about 
it.  By the time all of the cuts had healed and the 
scabs went away, much of the hair had grown back, 
thereby defeating her purpose.  From then on when 
Arline wanted to remove the hairs from my balls, she 
first plucked out as many as she could, until she got 
bored, and then she used a liquid hair remover to 
dissolve the rest of them.  After that, my balls would 
be as smooth as a baby's bottom; horribly wrinkled for 
a baby's bottom, but hairless.

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 44/56
Summary: Our hero and Melina aren't totally abused 
by one customer.
Keywords: b,g,bg,Fb,sm,cbt,rom,anal,oral,piv,elec 
 
                   A Shocking Experience.  

     Arline came into the parlor, followed by a woman 
about twenty years old.  "This is Wilma" she said.  
"Wilma is Velma's daughter.  You remember Velma don't 
you?"  
     Melina and I eyed each other briefly with concern.  
We remembered Velma; she had married Spence after 
Melina had given Velma's phone number to Spence without 
consulting Arline.  This resulted in a loss of revenue 
for Arline who was unaware that we had introduced the 
two of them.  Arline had often grumbled at different 
times about each of them no longer being customers.  
She assumed Spence stopped coming because he could no 
longer get his rocks off.  (In more ways than one.)  
But, Velma was an old friend of hers and Arline missed 
her.  
     We hoped our secret would be safe, but the first 
words out of Wilma's mouth were "Velma wanted me to 
thank you for introducing her to Spence.  If you hadn't 
given her phone number to him, they probably wouldn't 
be married now.  They're very happy together."  
     Arline's jaw dropped when she heard this, then her 
mouth took on the characteristic frown she wore when 
she was vexed by one of us.  We could tell that she was 
displeased by what she had heard.  Arline was no fool 
and it was obvious that she had quickly arrived at the 
conclusion that we were responsible for the loss of 
revenue from both Velma and Spence.  She didn't say 
anything then, but we knew we would be hearing about it 
before the day was over.  Melina was particularly 
worried.  She was the one responsible for having 
covertly given Velma's phone number to Spence, without 
asking Arline's approval.  More importantly, she had 
been on Arline's shit list for a while, just on general 
principles.  
     Melina had maintained an uneasy truce with Arline 
since "Holey Thursday."  We were now, both concerned 
that the fragile armistice might be over.  My only hope 
was that I could somehow convince Arline that it was my 
idea and that I had coerced Melina into doing it.  It 
was a risky game plan, but I was unwilling to allow 
Arline to castigate Melina without doing everything I 
could do to try to prevent it.  I would rather take the 
heat for the misdeed than have to watch Arline hurt 
Melina without attempting to intervene.  It was more 
than likely that Arline wasn't going to believe me.  
Likely, we would both wind up paying hell for that.  
Then again, it was just as likely that Arline was going 
to beat us both anyway.  I expected that we had nothing 
to lose.  
     Anyway, Arline had left us tied us to the beds in 
the parlor room in her patented spread eagle position.  
Wilma proceeded to remove her clothes and then untie 
the ropes from both of us.  While she was connecting 
everything she asked Melina what her sign was.  "I'm a 
Pisces."  Melina answered.  
     "Me too," I said.  "What's your birthday?"  I 
asked.  
     "March the nineteenth."  Melina answered.  
     "Me too."  I answered, amazed.  "That means we 
were born on the same day."  
     "That means that you're astrological twins."  Said 
Wilma.  "No wonder you're lives are so intertwined.  
Astrological twins have the same horoscope so they lead 
similar lives.  I'll bet you guys are pretty tight."  
     "I used to be tight, until I took too many thick 
dicks up my ass."  (So to speak.)  I said smiling.  
     "Speaking of asses..."  Wilma stuffed an electrode 
up each of our butts.  Next, she connected wires from 
an electrical panel to both electrodes and told us to 
kiss each other.  We did as she asked, and nothing 
happened, except of course, our lips met cordially and 
we made a smacking noise.  Wilma flipped a switch and 
told us to kiss again.  This time, we both felt 
electricity gently surging through our bodies, which 
was slightly more intense on our lips and butt holes.  
It felt good, and we both smiled thinking that we were 
going to enjoy the experience.  
     Wilma fiddled with a knob on the panel and told us 
to kiss again.  This time there was an audible smack, 
which wasn't from the kiss.  Electricity ran painfully 
through our lips and bungholes, and generally, ran 
rampant, rippling through our bodies.  Wilma turned the 
knob down again and said "Okay, now I want you two to 
make love."  
     We hesitated at first, but Wilma said "don't 
worry; I've turned it down to the lower level again.  
It won't "zap" you now.  In fact it should be rather 
stimulating."  
     Melina and I touched briefly, and being reassured, 
we began kissing again.  Arline had not been allowing 
us to touch anymore, so we were pleased to be getting 
paid to do it.  Melina placed her arms around me and 
hugged me.  I placed my hand on her breast and began 
softly stroking her.  The sensation of electricity was 
very gentle and soon we forgot about it.  Absorbed in 
what we were doing, we forgot all about Wilma.  Soon I 
was rubbing Melina's pussy while sucking on her breast.  
Melina had grabbed my penis with one hand and was 
caressing my balls with her other.  In no time, Melina 
was moist and gooey and I was stiff and enlarged.  
     Wilma twisted the knob again, which jolted us back 
to our senses.  Both Melina and I dropped what we were 
holding and Wilma started laughing.  She decreased the 
intensity again and said "Okay you two, quit fucking 
around and start fucking."  
     Melina and I tested the waters by touching and 
satisfied that Wilma had reduced the power to a 
civilized level assumed the missionary position.  (That 
is the position with Melina on the bottom and me on the 
top, with us facing each other.)  By now, Melina was 
well lubricated and I was sporting a stupendous hard-
on.  I slipped easily into Melina's hole.  At first, I 
stuck just the tip inside.  The electricity, which was 
set to a subtle level, enhanced the sensation.  I 
looked down and Melina seemed to be enjoying the 
experience too.  As I inserted my cock deeper into 
Melina, the sensation became even more satisfying for 
us both.  
     We continued our calisthenics for a while and then 
Wilma said "I would like Melina to go on top."  We 
changed positions and Melina began kneeling on top of 
me.  She was bouncing her hips up and down and French 
kissing me.  I reached up and began massaging her 
breasts.  Having Melina on top allowed my penis to 
delve deeper into the recesses of her tunnel of love.  
The electricity felt even better this way.  When I 
looked up, Melina was enjoying it too.  Our respiration 
rates had increased and Melina began saying "Mmmmmm."  
Then she began moaning.  Out of the corner of my eye, I 
could see Wilma fidgeting with the control knob on the 
panel.  The electricity became more intense and much 
more enjoyable.  
     Soon, Melina began squeaking.  My tongue, penis 
and asshole were tingling.  Melina and I were really 
getting into it.  Wilma twisted the knob again.  This 
time, the sensation was the slightest bit 
disconcerting.  Still not painful, but it was beginning 
to make itself known in a somewhat negative way.  Each 
time my cock went deep inside of Melina, the sensation 
became slightly intimidating, the deeper I went the 
more intense it got.  Melina stopped dropping her ass 
all the way down and pulled her tongue out of my mouth.  
Both of us slowed our breathing.  
     "Keep going," said Wilma, "this is what I'm paying 
for."  
     We resumed our deep kissing and fucking and soon 
the discomfort subsided as we got used to the new level 
of stimulation.  This wasn't easy because on the down 
stroke Melina's ass kept coming to rest with the 
electrode directly on top of my balls causing them to 
burn.  Nevertheless, soon we were back to heavy 
breathing and "ohh ohh ohhing."  It was evident that 
Wilma was waiting for this to happen, because whenever 
we would reach this level of exhilaration, she would 
raise the level of current.  "Keep going."  She would 
say.  
     Melina and I would strain to continue until we got 
used to the level of intensity.  Then Wilma would again 
raise the voltage.  Eventually, the intensity got so 
high that we stopped getting used to the level each 
time and from that point on, every time Melina came 
down, the sensation became more painful as I went 
deeper.  
     "Don't stop" said Wilma.  We continued screwing, 
going hilt deep, though the French kissing pretty much 
had gone by the boards.  At this point, when Melina 
came all the way down, I was beginning to get a burning 
sensation in my ass, penis and my balls and Melina was 
receiving burning on her ass, inner lips and clitoris.  
In addition, now, when the electricity coursed through 
our bodies, there was a considerable jolt sensation, 
which all but took our breath away.  Suffice it to say, 
the experience was no longer as enjoyable as it had 
been, and we were tempted to stop.  
     Neither Melina nor I were finding the experience 
to be erotic anymore and the heavy breathing, which we 
were both doing now, was more stress related than 
sensual.  "Can we stop?"  I asked finally, "This has 
become impossible to maintain and is downright painful.  
Besides that, I'm losing my erection and Melina does 
not appear to be turned on anymore, either."  
     "Guess we've reached our upper limit."  Wilma 
said.  
     Wilma said we could stop.  She turned down the 
power at the panel.  Then she told Melina and me to get 
off the bed.  Wilma got onto the bed face up and told 
Melina to sit on her face.  Then Wilma told me to stick 
my penis into her vagina.  When we did that, the 
electric began to course through all three of us.  The 
effect wasn't as intense as it had been with just 
Melina and me.  It was back to a level where it was 
extremely pleasurable again.  I started screwing Wilma 
while Wilma ate out Melina and soon, all three of us 
began breathing heavily and moaning.  
     Wilma fiddled with the knob and increased the 
power.  Once again, the current distracted us, but not 
so much that it hurt.  We got used to it again and 
Wilma turned up the volume.  Just as my plunging my 
dick into Melina caused the intensity to increase, so 
it did when I went deep into Wilma.  The same happened 
when Wilma stuck her tongue deeper into Melina.  For a 
while, Wilma continued to increase the power each time 
we got used to the previous setting.  Soon the current 
was beginning to hurt, but I figured if Wilma could 
take it then so could I.  Melina wasn't complaining 
either.  
     Every so often, Wilma would hit this button, which 
stepped up the power.  She always did that when I was 
at my deepest.  We would all moan when she did that.  
If someone had been watching us, it probably would have 
been a hilarious sight.  Wilma kept the power at a 
level which allowed us to continue our activity, but 
which was too extreme to allow us to reach climax.  
Each time we got close to orgasm, either Wilma would 
increase the power or she would hit that button.  When 
at last Wilma reduced the power to a highly enjoyable 
level again, the three of us achieved tremendous, long 
lasting orgasms all at once.  For me, it was close to 
the best sex I'd had ever had, though perhaps not as 
good as my first time with Melina.  For Melina, though 
it was also great, it wasn't as good as her time with 
the cop.  
     Melina looked away from me, feeling unfaithful, 
deceitful and adulterous.  Fortunately, I didn't notice 
her doing that, and she didn't let on.  I was spared 
the pain which knowing that would have caused.
     After we had all caught our breath, Wilma 
disconnected us from the device and removed the 
electrodes from us.  While she was removing the 
electrodes, she said I would like to chart your 
horoscopes someday.  
     She put the device away and put on her clothes.  
We then thanked Wilma and she left.   


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 45/56
Summary: Arline is very mean to our debased duo.
Keywords: b,g,F/g,F/b,bd,sad,tort

              The Discipline Of Discipline.

     After Wilma left, Melina and I began to strategize 
on how we were going to handle Arline regarding the 
matter of Velma and Spence.  Melina said "We're not 
going to fool her.  Arline knows that I was the one who 
spoke to Spence that day.  If we stick to that story, 
only one of us will have to get in trouble."  
     "In trouble.  That's just a euphemism for being 
beaten, isn't it, Melina?  I'd rather be beaten myself 
than have to watch Arline rip into you.  It's far less 
painful for me."  I said.  
     Melina said "But Arline's no fool.  She handed me 
the phone that day when spence called, and she knows 
that I was the last one to talk to Spence.  She knows 
that it was me, who took care of Spence.  There's no 
point in both of us getting in trouble, because that's 
what's going to happen."  
     "There you go saying "in trouble" again."  I said, 
"You're making it sound like she's going send us to our 
rooms.  If she does, it will be because there's some 
degenerate or homeless person waiting in there for us, 
or worse.  Arline is going to beat both of us hard
regardless.  I say we should try to shift the blame to 
me while we still can, even if there's only a small 
chance you might be spared."  I said.  
     "Look," said Melina "if Arline hears us talking 
about this She'll skin us both alive..."  
     "Talking about what?" said Arline, who was 
standing at the door to the parlor.  She was dressed in 
her leather glove, with the switch dangling by her 
side.  Arline wearing her glove, was always a bad sign.  
     Melina stopped in mid sentence.  Then we both 
started talking at once, saying different things we 
hoped Arline would think were innocuous.   
     "My dears, I wasn't born yesterday.  You didn't 
think you could fool me with your little charades, did 
you?"  Said Arline.  "Tell me what you were saying, my 
little pokerface" she said to me.  ("pokerface" had 
been her nickname for me since the incident with the 
red-hot poker.  She said it reminded her of the "cute 
little face" I made after she thrust the poker into me.  
I hated it because it reminded me of that terrible 
experience, but she said she loved the name because I 
made that same face each time she said it.)  
     I tried to think of something to tell Arline that 
she might disapprove of; something, which wouldn't make 
her too angry, but which still seemed discordant.  I 
was never a good liar.  I said "Mistress Arline, We uh... 
want a day off..."  
     "I've been listening for a while you know.  I want 
one of you to repeat for me what you guys were saying 
about Melina, Velma and Spence?"  
     "I don't know what you're talking about" I said.  
     "Okay, we'll talk about this later," she said.  
"Meanwhile I want you both to service the rest of the 
customers for the day."  
     After the last client left, Arline came in and 
said "We have work to do.  Well, I have work to do, you 
both will be able to uh... lie down."  With that, Arline 
ordered me to lie face down at the bottom of the bed 
with my feet on the floor.  She bound me with my legs 
spread wide apart by my ankles, which she tied to the 
supports at the foot of the bed.  Then she tied my arms 
to the posts of the headboard with long ropes.  I was 
bent over the bottom of the bed, with my ass 
conspicuously displayed at the bottom edge of the 
mattress.  
     Next, she tied Melina tightly; face up, by her 
wrists to the headboard of the other bed.  Arline then 
tied Melina's ankles to the headboard also.  Her feet 
were over her hands with her legs spread wide apart.  
Her knees were over her shoulders and her body, 
basically, was bent in half.  Melina was openly 
displayed with her asshole and vagina utterly exposed 
and most of her backside out in the open.  Her labia 
minora had been spread apart, so that her vagina now 
exhibited a gaping hole.  Arline admired her work.  She 
walked over to me and turned my head so that I was 
facing Melina, then she walked over to Melina and 
smacked her hard on her ass.  Melina flinched but 
didn't say anything.  
     Arline removed the switch from her side and held 
it in both hands, smiling.  She showed the lash to 
Melina, flexing it somewhat with her hands and asked, 
"How long has it been since you were last disciplined?"  
     Melina didn't answer.  Arline answered her own 
question.  "It's been a long time.  Not since the first 
time I caught you two fucking, isn't that right?  It's 
been too long.  We're going to have to make up for that 
lost time."  I became queasy when I heard that.  I was 
certain it meant that Arline was preparing to exact an 
overly painful reprisal from Melina.  
     "Leave her alone Mistress Arline," I said, "It was 
all my idea.  Don't make her pay for something that was 
my fault."  
     "Don't worry, you'll get your just deserts soon 
enough.  Don't rush me.  You know, I'm not stupid, I 
know that Melina took the call from Spence.  So she 
must therefore be the person responsible for giving 
Velma's number to him.  Never fear, I'll take care of 
you next, you lying little fart."  
     Melina looked up at Arline pleadingly.  Melina did 
not receive the regular canings that I did, and she was 
not used to them the way I was.  Arline stared back at 
her coldly.  "Don't worry, it'll all be over when it's 
over, and one day, perhaps when you have children of 
your own, you'll probably be glad I was so strict with 
you and taught you the meaning of discipline.  I'm sure 
that one day, you'll understand why I had to be the one 
who was strong in this family, and you'll probably 
thank me."  
     I had to try again.  "Mistress Arline, please 
don't hurt Melina, you can take out all your anger on 
me, I'll be happy to have you beat me instead.  In fact 
you can beat me twice, but please don't hurt Melina."  
There were tears in my eyes.  
     "It's very noble of you not to want me to punish 
Melina and to be willing to accept the responsibility 
for her actions.  But you see, it's not a matter of 
anger, or revenge, it's a matter of accountability.  
And, okay, I will beat you twice as long.  But first, 
Melina needs to learn her lesson.  I can see that part 
of your punishment, will be your having to watch me cane 
Melina.  Good!  Maybe you'll learn your lesson that 
way."  
     Arline said this matter-of-factly as if she was 
about to administer some sort of therapeutic treatment.  
"By the way, go ahead and scream.  Nobody can hear 
you."  She said to Melina.   
     With that, Arline began swinging the switch.  
Melina started crying.  She screamed loudly each time 
the rod struck her.  Each time it landed, it left a 
long red mark on Melina's butt.  I became more repulsed 
with each sickening crack.  Soon I could watch no 
longer.  I closed my eyes, but the mere sound of the 
drama was more than I could stand.  My tears flowed 
heavily onto the bed.  Arline acknowledged my sobbing, 
but she did not relent.  
     After a while, Melina's screaming became longer 
lasting, higher pitched and even more rueful than it 
had been.  I opened my eyes and saw that Arline was 
standing at the head of the bed swinging the switch 
down onto Melina's exposed pussy lips and asshole.  
     Whereas Melina uttered a short scream whenever the 
lash landed on one of her butt cheeks, each time Arline 
landed the switch on her vagina, Melina screamed a 
long, loud mournful yell, which lasted pretty much 
until the next blow struck.  Each time she struck, 
Melina's ass would raise off the bed.  Blood was 
seeping from several of the lash marks, which were now 
more or less covering her bottom and much of her front.  
     Arline continued to beat Melina many times.  
Melina cried the entire time Arline beat her.  During 
the time Arline was caning her on her butt cheeks, I 
could hear Melina sobbing between screams.  When Arline 
began lashing her vagina, Melina screamed continually 
but her crying never stopped.  
     Eventually Melina began to lose her voice from the 
screaming and it became a kind of rough growling.  
Arline continued to thrash her, swinging the cane in 
numerous directions, from numerous positions, until 
finally, Melina passed out.  Arline went and got a 
bottle of water from the refrigerator and poured it 
over Melina's face.  Melina woke up and began saying 
"ohhhhhh" loudly.  She was not having an orgasm.  
     After Arline woke Melina up, I was afraid Arline 
was going to start beating Melina again.  Instead, 
Arline turned to me and said "I'll be back" then she 
left the room.  
     When Arline returned, she had a six-foot long 
leather whip.  "Because you're being so noble, I've 
decided to give you the opportunity to break this in.  
It's brand new and I've just been just dying to try it 
out.  Let me know how you like it."  
     At first, the whip was too long for Arline to come 
to terms with.  Used incorrectly, it didn't hurt that 
much, but Arline continued to lash away with it until 
she got the hang of it.  She was diligent like that.  
Soon she was flailing me like a pro with it and I was 
squealing like a hog.  Arline began smiling with 
satisfaction; it was evident that she liked the new 
toy.  
     The whip was much more intense than the switch.  
While the switch stung like a bitch, for a few seconds, 
and left an uncomfortable numb sensation afterward.  
Injury from the whip stung more sharply than the 
switch did.  Following that, the wound would burn 
for quite a while afterward.  Whereas the switch 
stopped stinging after a second or two, each lash 
from the whip continued to smart while the next few 
blows struck, so it became a continuously painful 
experience.  The session with the whip, basically, was 
one great, long, pain in the ass.  (In more ways than 
one.)  
     The whip even sounded more painful.  The switch 
made swooshing sounds as it flew through the air and a 
"thwack" sound when it struck.  The whip on the other 
hand made a louder whirring sound as it flew through 
the air and had a distinctly loud report when it 
struck, like a small explosion.
     In addition, the whip left quite a few black and 
blue marks when it struck, and frequently broke the 
skin causing a good deal of bleeding.  I started 
sobbing from the pain.  
     Arline stopped for a moment and said "I'm sorry, I 
know I'm not giving you time to recover between blows.  
I could slow down, but I haven't got all day."  She 
said.  Then she resumed her lambasting.  
     It is reasonable to assume that when one is having 
the living daylights beaten out of you that the only 
thing on your mind is the lashing.  In fact, whenever I 
was being beaten by Arline my mind would wander far and 
wide.  This time I thought about Melina.  How sorry I 
was that Arline had beaten her that day.  I thought 
about how I was sorry I had misgivings about Melina's 
sordid union with the cop.  I thought about how much I 
was in love with Melina, and how erotic she looked 
strung up the way Arline had bound her and about how I 
was only too happy to be taking a beating from Arline, 
for her sake.  About how I figured that Melina was wet, 
gooey and had "stress juices" running inside her and 
about how I wished Arline would let me clean Melina off 
between lashes so that nothing dripped onto the sheets.  
     My penis began to become erect as I thought about 
how, strung up as she was, Melina would be easy to 
penetrate and how her vaginal muscles would probably 
cling tightly to my dick.  How she might actually have 
gotten horny from the flailing and might appreciate my 
rubbing my cock inside the walls of her holy temple.  I 
thought about how dangerous it would be to be fucking 
her while Arline was beating her because of the 
proximity of the lash to my penis.  I wished I could 
touch her soft skin, rub her small breasts, and lick up 
her juices.  My penis began pressing against the 
mattress, digging a hole in it.  
     I thought about how I was also in love with 
Arline, and how even though she was disciplining me 
severely at the moment, I was going to reform and try
much harder to please her.  About how beautiful she 
looked in her leather glove, how sexy she looked at 
that moment.  How it turned me on to have her whipping 
me then, how stiff my penis had grown during our 
session.  How I wished she would stop for just a while 
to let me fuck her at that moment and how I would be 
willing to resume the whipping session afterward, if 
only she would give me the opportunity to stick my 
penis into her sacred shrine.  About how she was 
sweating and how I knew she was getting the inside of 
her leather outfit wet now and how I wished she would 
just let me suck the excess moisture off of her to keep 
the outfit clean.  
     Every so often, a particularly caustic stroke 
would drag my conscious mind kicking and screaming, out 
of the refuge of my thoughts and painfully back into 
reality.  At that point I would feel my throat parched 
and dry from screaming the whole time.  I would feel my 
entire rear end excruciatingly inflamed and painful.  I 
would feel the lash striking once more, exacting its 
grueling torment until the next escape.      
     While Arline attempted to concentrate the lashing 
on my ass cheeks, her inexperience with the tool caused 
the lash to flail me on my back and legs as well.  When 
they landed on my legs, I found it to be particularly 
painful.  I'm sure Arline didn't notice this, because 
if she had, she would have concentrated her efforts on 
my legs instead of on my butt.  
     True to her word, Arline punished me for twice as 
long as usual.  At times, she lost her breath because 
she was laboring so strenuously.  But Arline was a hard 
worker and she wasn't the type to stop just because she 
was getting tired or uncomfortable.  She stood in 
numerous positions and whipped me from multiple 
directions.  And by the time she was done, I was black 
and blue and bloody over just about every square inch 
of my ass.  Finally, Arline said "It's time for dnner."  
And she stopped.  
     She looked carefully at my backside.  "Missed a 
spot" she said smiling her evil smile, and then she 
grabbed the whip and flailed me several more times.  
She was always conscientious like that.  
     After she'd finished she asked me "So how do you 
like my new toy?"  I didn't answer.  
     Arline struck me again several more times.  
"Answer me," she demanded.  
     I didn't know what to say.  "It really hurt me a 
lot, Mistress Arline?"  I answered, questioningly.  
     Apparently, Arline was satisfied with my answer 
because she stopped whipping me.  "And what have you 
learned today?" she asked.  
     Again, I didn't know what to say.  I thought to 
myself "That you're a mean bitch and I hate your 
fucking guts" but what I said was "I'll never lie to 
you again, Mistress Arline."
     Again, Arline seemed satisfied.  A big satisfied 
smile appeared on her face.  It was a welcome change 
from the evil leers and frowns she so frequently wore.  
That's not to suggest that I was lulled into thinking 
that Arline wasn't dangerous just because she was 
smiling, only that I was encouraged to see it.  Arline 
was ravishing when she was smiling.  She looked 
exquisite in her leather suit.  She looked magnificent 
holding the leather whip.  I was extremely horny.  
     "I'm going to hang this on the wall in my 
bedroom," Arline said.  Then she left the room and took 
the whip with her, leaving Melina and me tied to our 
beds.  
     After Arline had left, I said, "I'm sorry Melina."  
     "Don't be.  You did what you could.  Arline was 
right; it was noble of you to try to help me.  But it 
was also stupid.  There was never any chance of your 
getting me out of the mess.  Your mistake was trying to 
help.  This was my mess and I should have taken all the 
blame.  If you'd have kept your mouth shut you probably 
would have made out better than you did."  
     "Melina, I couldn't," I said.  "I can't stand to 
see Arline hurt you.  If I had stayed out of the 
conflict, I would have just wound up physically trying 
to prevent Arline from striking you.  It's doubtful I 
would have been successful, and it would only have made 
Arline angrier and more aggressive.  We would probably 
have wound up in much more hot water than we were in.  
The mental anguish of knowing that Arline is hurting 
you is more painful for me, than having her physically 
hurt me."  
     "You're my hero.  If I could get off of the 
bed, I'd kiss you."  Said Melina, "Even though you 
weren't successful in stopping Arline, I'm sure your 
distraction took some of the heat off of me.  God this 
is an uncomfortable position.  She got me good, you 
know, I'm still hurting."  
     "I am too.  That new whip was really uh... 
annoying."  I said.  "Do you think she's finished 
punishing us?  She was really angry."  
     "God, I hope so, I can't take too many more of 
these sessions" said Melina.   


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