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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.
End Part 41/56 Continued in part 42/56
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<2nd attachment, "War And Piece 42 of 56.txt" begin>
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 naïve
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.
End Part 42/56 Continued in part 43/56
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<3rd attachment, "War And Piece 43 of 56.txt" begin>
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.
End Part 43/56 Continued in part 44/56
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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.
End Part 44/56 Continued in part 45/56
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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.
End Part 45/56 Continued in part 46/56
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