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Subject: {ASSM} {Norm DaPlume} New novel:War And Piece parts: 46 thru 50 (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: 46/56
Summary: Our debased duo are given extreme exercises. 
Keywords: b,g,elec,cbt,tort,bg,Fb,F/b,F/g,bd,sad,viol,
ds,va,rom,piv


                    Sexercises. (Part 1)

     Somewhere, Arline had heard that certain exercises 
would be conducive to making the muscles in out sexual 
organs stronger and therefore make us better 
prostitutes.  Arline got it into her head that if we 
did those exercises, that it would please our clients 
and make them more loyal.  To that end, Arline bought a 
set of equipment, which she felt would assist us in 
strengthening those muscles and spur us on to reach 
champion levels of prostitution.  She therefore had us 
perform those "sexercises" as she called them.  She 
bragged about how if we got strong enough, she said we 
could try out for the Olympic fucking team.
     Every night after the last of our clients left, we 
would be brought into what had been the guest bedroom 
but was now called the gym.  Arline had purchased a 
slew of equipment and placed it in the room.  They 
were, according to her, designed to "strengthen our 
sexual prowess" as she put it.  
     Arline had two charts on the wall filled out with 
the number of repetitions, which she expected Melina 
and me to do each day.  I don't know where she got 
those numbers but they were way out of line both as to 
what our expected starting points were and as to the 
rates at which she expected us to increase them.  
Arline didn't care.  She had painstakingly worked on 
the charts for several days on end and wasn't going to 
change them just because they were totally unrealistic.  
     The first night after she had bought the 
equipment, we were all excited about it.  Melina and I 
waited naked, as instructed, in the room for Arline.  
When she arrived, we were somewhat intimidated to see 
her dressed in her leather glove.  As a rule, when 
Arline put on her leather glove, it meant somebody  
was going to be disciplined.  This was no exception.
     "Why don't we work out on the jogging machines 
first?"  Arline said.  "We will run five miles 
today."  Arline had us get on identical machines.  
She set the programs on them both for a relatively 
strenuous workout and pushed the start buttons.  
Strenuous, as far as the machines were concerned, 
was meant to present a challenging workout for 
someone who had been used to the machines, or 
who was an experienced jogger.  If Arline had 
read the instruction manuals that came with the 
machines, she would have read (though not 
necessarily have heeded) the advisory regarding 
setting realistic goals for users.  
     The jogging machines were modern sophisticated 
machines, which allowed for the user to run at varying 
speeds and had a track which could incline to simulate 
running uphill.  Melina and I were doing pretty well at 
first, but when the track became inclined, we both 
started falling behind.  
     Being Arline, she had her own ideas about how she 
planned to administer these exercises.  They boiled 
down to the use of a cattle prod, which she bought 
explicitly for the purpose.  Arline was not one to 
allow what one might reasonably be expected of us 
to interfere with the achievement of her overblown 
ideals.  Naturally, as we began faltering on the 
track, Arline zapped us with the cattle prod.  
The cattle prod caused extreme, intense pain where 
it struck and shock, which radiated from the point 
of impact out to about a foot from the impact 
zone.  The effect only lasted for a millisecond, 
but it made a profound statement during that 
time.  
     Melina screamed loudly when Arline hit her on the 
backside with the prod, but she ran faster.  I screamed 
loudly, fell down and was scraped by the rolling tread, 
briefly, until the machine detected that I had fallen 
and stopped automatically.  
     "Get up you clumsy bastard" said Arline and she 
carefully placed the electrodes on an exposed portion 
of my balls and pulled the trigger.  WOW.  I could feel 
that blow from one end of my body to the other.  A big 
smile materialized on Arline's lips when she saw my 
body convulse from the impact.  I got up and tried to 
hit the button to resume my workout, but Arline was 
faster than I was.  She caught me on the spot where my 
buttock joined my leg with the prod, and got me good.  
The belt was now moving again and so I continued 
running.  
     Melina and I were both considerably out of breath.  
Based on the digital chart on the machine it appeared 
that we had gone less than half a mile, so we still had 
a long way to go.  I figured that it was going to be a 
long night.  Before I realized it, Arline zapped me 
again with the prod and I exerted myself harder keeping 
toward the front half of the track.  I heard Melina 
scream indicating that she was also having trouble 
keeping up with Arline's schedule.  All told, we went 
about a mile and a half before Arline began zapping 
both of us over and over.  Arline finally accepted that 
we were not yet capable of running the extreme 
distances she had estimated and decided to start on 
something else.   
     Arline got out two devices, which had a cylinder 
like structure on one end of a wire, and a meter on the 
other end of the wire.  She told us to bend over, and 
stuffed the dry tubes painfully up our anuses.  Then 
she told us to squeeze our assholes as if we were 
trying to hold in a shit or cut off the flow of a piss.  
We did and the meter registered about point two.  
Arline had five as our benchmark, not point five, but 
five.  Naturally, her response was to hit us with the 
cattle prod.  First Melina screamed and then I did.  To 
Arline's satisfaction, when she hit us in the butt with 
the prod, the meters jumped to two plus.  
     "Do it again," she said.  The meters faltered at 
about point two again.  I heard Melina scream again, 
and then I screamed again as Arline hit us both with 
the prod.  Sure enough, the meters jumped radically 
again this time reaching almost three.  Rather than 
accept the facts of the situation, Arline decided to 
attempt to reach her benchmarks and assaulted us 
repeatedly with the cattle prod.  Melina and I began to 
move away from Arline each time she hit us.  
     Arline said "We can do this the easy way or we can 
do it the hard way."  
     "The easy way?"  I asked.  
     Arline gestured toward two identical sets of 
manacles, which were fixed to the wall at the far side 
of the room.  "Or the hard way."  She said.  
     Melina and I looked at each other and we both 
decided to take our chances with the "easy" way.  
Arline continued to have us do the electrically 
stimulated "kegel" exercises until our legs began to 
buckle and it became obvious to her that we could stand 
no more.  At that point, she decided to become creative 
with the prod and told us to turn around facing her.  
     Arline began shocking us in various places on the 
front of our bodies, trying out our stomachs, knees, 
legs, genitals and breasts.  It wasn't causing the 
meters connected to the kegel gauges to register 
anywhere near the readings that shocking our asses was 
causing, but Arline was having a wonderful time 
watching us writhe, squirm and spasm.  I saw Arline 
moving the cattle prod towards my left breast.  When I 
woke up Arline was giving me CPR again.  
     After I recovered, Arline said there was one more 
sexercise that she wanted us to do.  She wiped off one 
kegel gauge and stuck it into Melina's vagina.  Then 
she tied a small weight by a string to my penis.  She 
told Melina to squeeze the tube and told me to lift the 
weight.  I did not have an erection at that point and 
attempting to lift the weight was as impossible for me 
as lifting a car.  
     Arline stuck the cattle prod into the crack of my 
ass and said "Are you going to cooperate?  Or am I 
going to have to make you do it the hard way?"  Not 
being properly motivated, I couldn't perform, so Arline 
cut loose with the cattle prod.  While it caused 
intense pain all over my body, it didn't produce an 
erection, no matter how many times she used it.  
Believe me she tried.  
     Arline placed the cattle prod with each of the two 
electrodes positioned over one of my two testicles.  
When she pulled the trigger, unbelievable pain traveled 
between the two gonads and I fell down.  Arline grabbed 
me by my hair, pulled me up, and over to the manacles 
on the wall,  She stretched me out on them.  Bound 
helplessly by the cuffs, when Arline placed the 
electrodes on my balls again, my penis magically 
stiffened up and I was able to lift the weight.  
Prompted by the threat of the cattle prod I managed to 
raise the weight enough times to satisfy Arline.  
     Arline then went over to Melina.  I heard her tell 
Melina to squeeze, then I heard Melina scream.  I knew 
what was happening to her and wanted to help.  Still 
strung up by the manacles, I couldn't escape.  I don't 
know what I would have done if I could have gotten out 
anyway, but I did the only thing I could do, I called 
to Arline and told her that maybe her ambitions for 
Melina were a little too lofty and that perhaps she 
could make them a little more realistic.  
     That probably was not the best choice.  Arline 
came over to me and started screaming at me saying "How 
dare you tell me what's realistic for my child?  I'm in 
charge here, I'm her parent and I say what's right for 
her.  If I say Melina can squeeze two pounds with her 
cunt, she's going to squeeze two pounds even if I have 
to torture her all night long to get it out of her.  
I'm going to make her do it.  And you, you little fart; 
maybe you need that red-hot poker shoved up your ass 
again.  I still have it, and there's plenty of gas left 
in the canister, you know."   
     That shut me up, but Arline wasn't satisfied.  She 
took the cattle prod and began shocking me repeatedly 
across every square inch of my body.  Strung up by the 
manacles, I proceeded to twist, wriggle, spasm and 
scream.  Arline continued shocking me while laughing 
hysterically and maniacally.  Suddenly, I stopped 
squirming, my complexion became ashen, I was 
covered in cold sweat and my breathing became labored.  
     Melina ran over to Arline and grabbed her arm.  
"Mother" she said calmly, "You're killing him."  
     Arline wrenched her arm away from Melina.  "He 
needs killing; maybe he'll learn his lesson then..."  
Then Arline paused for a second, and looked at me.  
Indeed, Melina was right I did not look well.  A look 
of consternation appeared on Arline's face as she 
realized that she had lost control of herself.  
     I'm sure that there are those who may feel that 
Arline had lost control a long time before that; maybe 
so.  In this case, however, what I'm referring to, is 
Arline completely losing sight of her actions.  In the 
past, when Arline was being abusive, she was usually 
pretty conscious of the fact that she was being cruel 
to us; she did it on purpose, but she knew she was 
doing it and was carefully monitoring our responses.  
This time, however, she was not even aware that she was 
causing me harm.  
     Arline looked down at the floor and for a while, 
she was speechless.  She put the cattle prod down and 
talking to Melina she said "Let him down."  Then she 
mumbled something to me.  
     "What?"  I asked.  
     "I'm sorry."  Arline said.  She was crying.  
Arline left and went into her room.  
     Melina let me out from the manacles and I went 
immediately into Arline's room to comfort her.  Don't 
ask me why, I don't know.  But the utmost thing on my 
mind at that moment was that Arline might be depressed, 
and might need my moral support.  Sounds crazy huh?  
This Stockholm syndrome thing can be a real bitch.  
     Still sporting a huge erection, Arline easily 
talked me into making love to her, and I did just that.  
After Arline was completely satisfied, she fell asleep 
and I left the room, headed for Melina's room.  Since 
Arline, as usual, hadn't let me climax, when I got to 
Melina's room, I still had a gigantic hard-on.  It 
didn't take Melina long to talk me into giving her the 
same comfort that I had given to Arline.  
     Whereas Arline was jealous of my affection for 
Melina, Melina was not jealous of my affection for 
Arline.  Melina didn't even ask me to wipe Arline's 
slime off my dick.  Arline usually had me sanitize my 
penis with alcohol before she would let me touch her 
with it.  
     Following the sexercises, Melina was all heated up 
and she hungrily accepted my comely johnson inside of 
her.  We embarked on a long, slow and exhausting 
journey around the world.  After the disquiet following 
the incident with the cop, I was gratified when Melina 
started singing at the top of her lungs for me.  We 
were not careful about making noise but thankfully, 
Arline did not come in to the room.  
     Unlike Arline, Melina did not have a phobia 
regarding sperm and after satisfying her fully, she 
encouraged me to inject my sensual elixir deep inside 
of her.  Actually "encouraged me" is perhaps not as 
accurate a description as it could be.  What actually 
happened was that Melina had wrapped her legs around me 
when we were making love and when she heard me making 
the moaning noise I usually make as I reach orgasm, she 
tightened her grip, thereby allowing me no escape.  
This surprised me, though I appreciated it greatly.  
She'd done that before.  When I asked her about doing 
that, she replied that she enjoyed feeling the juices 
flow inside her.  She said it gave her a warm feeling 
inside, which seemed to provide closure for her.  
     Who was I to discourage her?  Thank God, she was 
still taking those birth control pills.  
     The next night after our clients left, Arline 
again had us assemble in the gym.  Arline was delayed 
in coming.  Melina and I waited there for Arline to 
show up.  When I looked at Melina, I noticed that she 
was looking at me.  I could tell by her eyes that she 
was viewing my entire body the way she used to do it, 
when we first started bathing together.  I was 
flattered.  I guess every teenager feels awkward about 
his body and I was no exception.  Even though I should 
have felt bolstered by the many clients who were my 
fans, having Melina look at me that way, was quite a 
pick-me-up.  Naturally, I stared back at her and for 
the first time in a while, I noticed how pleasing her 
subtle, developing, pubescent body was becoming.   
     There she was, au natural, beautiful, the curves 
on her body calling to me, asking for attention.  
Without thinking, I went over to her and placed my hand 
on her waist.  Melina put her arms around me and our 
lips met.  I put my arms around her and Arline walked 
into the room; we were busted.  Arline's face darkened 
and her frown became intense and scary, but she didn't 
say anything.  Instead, she started smiling and pointed 
to a horizontal bar and said "We'll start by doing 
hanging leg raises.  Let's see if we can do ten of them 
to start."  
     Melina and I went over to the horizontal bar and 
Arline went over and got the cattle prod.  "First, grab 
the bar" she said.  We both jumped up to reach the bar.  
It took us a couple of tries to reach it at that 
height, but finally we were both hanging from the bar.  
     "Now, without bending your knees," said Arline 
"raise your legs toward your chest."   
     It was a little like doing a sit-up only doing it 
was much easier said than done.  We only got our legs 
up about half way to our chests.  Arline stood behind 
us watching.  
     "Good.  Now lower your legs down slowly and then 
do it again."  She said.  
     We did another repetition of the exercise and 
Melina and I looked at each other.  It was obvious that 
we weren't going to survive ten reps.  We had each done 
only two repetitions.  Both of us were winded.  I was 
feeling cramping in my abdominal muscles and Melina did 
not appear to be enjoying her experience either.  
     "Again" said Arline.  
     Melina did another repetition.  I tried to do 
another, but I wasn't able to bring my legs up far 
enough to please Arline.  Arline hit me in the ass with 
the cattle prod.  Instead of completing the 
repetition, my hands, jolted by the prod, released 
their grip on the bar.  I landed on my ass on the floor 
below.  Arline hadn't bothered to buy the mats, which 
they normally place underneath such equipment for 
protection so I landed violently.  I got up and began 
rubbing my butt, which was throbbing.  
     Arline, never one to give sympathy, said "Get back 
up there and finish your exercise, rat turd." I jumped 
again and caught the bar.  "Do it again," said Arline 
to both of us.  We both tried, but Arline had been 
overly aggressive with her goals for our exercise plan.  
It was impossible for us to perform to the standards 
she had set up.  We both tried again and we both failed 
again.  This time Arline zapped Melina.  Arline caught 
her on the butt with the cattle prod and this time, her 
hands cut loose from the bar sending her to the ground.  
She too landed on the unprotected floor with a loud 
bang and began rubbing herself.  
     Arline brought her hand up to her chin and began 
rubbing it in confusion, Melina and I waited for Arline 
to decide what to do but Arline just stood there.  
Finally, I released my grip, unable to maintain it any 
longer and ready to have Arline punish me for having 
let go.  Arline didn't respond with her usual violence.  
I began to wonder what the matter was.  Then Arline's 
face brightened up.  "I'll be right back," she said and 
she ran off.  Melina and I knew better than to grab 
each other again.  We knew Arline was already angry 
about having caught us the first time.  If she caught 
us doing it again, she might just fly off the handle.  
We just stood there and waited.  

          End Part 46/56 Continued in part 47/56        

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 47/56
Summary: Our hero makes a deal with Arline.  I find 
this chapter and the next one to be very sad.
Keywords: b,g,F/g,F/b,sad,tort,viol,tragic,elec,
caution,cbt,ds

                    Sexercises. (Part 2)

     We didn't have to wait long; Arline had just gone 
out to her bedroom.  When she returned, she had her new 
whip in her hands.  "Now we're going to exercise the 
old fashioned way," she said smiling.  "Get back up 
there" she said.  She swung the whip harmlessly through 
the air, making a vulgar crack.  Melina and I grabbed 
the bar again and began lifting up our legs.  Arline 
had given us enough of a break for us to recover 
somewhat.  We both did two leg raises and then 
faltered.  Melina did another rep, and I tried to do 
one more, but I was unable to do so.  My legs barely 
raised up a foot.  "Again" said Arline.  
     I was surprised that Arline hadn't struck me with 
her whip, but I decided that maybe she hadn't noticed 
that I didn't complete the task.  Melina and I tried to 
do another rep, and this time neither of us managed to 
complete it.  I heard a crack from the lash, Melina 
screamed out, loud and long.  I expected another crack 
but to my surprise, there wasn't any.  Arline had 
whipped only Melina and had not whipped me.    
     "Again" Arline said angrily.  This time our legs 
barely moved.  I heard another crack and Melina 
screamed out again.  Again, Arline did not strike me.  
This was to me a disheartening turn of events.  I 
recognized that my worst fears were being realized.  It 
meant that Arline had at last come to terms with the 
naked truth that she was in fact jealous of Melina and 
that her policy of hands-off, regarding Melina was now 
over.  
     Arline now felt free to take out her animosity on 
Melina.  Further, it appeared that now, when she became 
angry at me, there was the likelihood that instead of  
turning her anger at me, she would be turning it 
against Melina, through the defense mechanism of 
transference.  I got a sinking feeling in the pit 
of my stomach when I realized that whereas Arline 
used to transfer her anger at Melina, onto me, now 
she was transferring her anger at me, onto Melina.  
Melina had become my whipping boy.  
     Arline yelled "You will do more leg raises, or 
else."  I didn't try at all.  I could see that Melina 
had tried hard again and had in fact had made a pretty 
good attempt.  
     "Not good enough."  Said Arline, and she swung the 
whip at Melina again, striking her with full force on 
her legs causing another long, loud scream.  It was 
killing me to have to listen to Melina wincing in pain 
like that.  
     Desperate to try anything that might shield Melina 
from Arline's assault, I said "Mistress Arline, 
Melina's flesh is getting damaged.  You're going to 
leave scars if you continue to do this.  You don't want 
to destroy Melina's value as an asset, do you?  You've 
expressed this before."  
     Arline paused and put down the whip.  "I need to 
make sure that you guys get your sexercises done.  
You're right though.  The whip will devalue Melina.  
People pay a premium to have her smooth skin next to 
theirs.  I'm going back to the cattle prod."  
     With that, Arline grabbed the cattle prod and said 
"There has to be some way I can get a lower setting out 
of this thing.  If you guys keep falling down when I 
use it, someone's going to get hurt."  Arline looked at 
the cattle prod and sure enough, there was a slide 
switch, which set the prod to "high" or "low" power.  
     Melina had gotten down from the high bar by then, 
so Arline said "Get back up there, the two of you.  
We've got more sexercises to do."  She tapped the bar 
of the cattle prod against her free hand and we jumped 
onto the bar.  
     We both tried to do ten reps of the leg raise 
sexercise, but neither of us could do more than two of 
them by then.  Arline hit us with the cattle prod again 
and again.  While we screamed, writhed and squirmed, 
neither of us could do any more than that, but at least 
we were no longer being jolted off the bar by the 
intensity of the cattle prod.  That's not to suggest 
that we were enjoying the new lower setting, it still 
hurt like a Klingon pain stick, but at least it was no 
longer knocking us off the bar onto the floor.   
     Arline continued to pick on Melina more than me.  
Having to watch the awful sight, made me sick to my 
stomach.  I tried pointing out to Arline that she could 
be fairer in the meting out of her punitive measures 
but Arline just became angrier.  She said "I'm not 
picking on Melina, she's just not doing as good a job 
as I know she can do" and then she'd hurt Melina again.  
I tried screwing up on purpose to get Arline to 
concentrate on me in an effort to get her to ease up a 
little on Melina.  It was no use.  
     "Mistress Arline, she's your own daughter for 
Christ's sake.  Stop hurting her.  Someday you're going 
to regret having done this."  I began crying.  Arline 
gave at me a pitying look.  It was apparent that I had 
reached her on some level, but hadn't reached deep 
enough for her to overcome the jealousy she was feeling 
about Melina's relationship with her me.  
     Arline took the cattle prod and proceeded to jolt 
Melina until she fell down.  Then she continued jolting 
her while she was lying on the floor.  Then she set the 
cattle prod back on high and hit her several times 
more.  Melina writhed like a snake on a hot frying pan.  
Arline just continued shocking her.  An intense sneer 
swept over Arline's lips.  Then through gritted teeth 
she said to me "Don't you ever try to tell me what to 
do with my daughter.  I'm the mother here.  I'm in 
charge.  I will discipline my child as I see fit.  And 
you, you're my child too.  I will discipline you as I 
see fit."  
     With that, Arline turned the cattle prod on me and 
shocked me until I fell down.  Then she continued 
shocking me again and again.  I curled up into a ball 
in an attempt to protect myself from the onslaught, but 
Arline continued shocking me anyway.  Then, she began 
shocking both of us first one, then the other for a 
while.  Eventually, her frenzy was over and she stood 
over us waiting for us to catch our breath.  "Let's go 
to the jogging machines."  She said patiently.  
     Melina and I got up and went slowly over to 
the treadmills.  We were both hoping that Arline had 
expended all of her hostility by now and that we could 
have ourselves a revitalizing run, which hopefully 
wouldn't be overly vigorous.  Arline had other ideas.  
She set the treadmill for a moderate workout with a 
number of hills but for only two miles this time.  Last 
time it had been for five miles of strenuous workout, 
so we were encouraged to work on the plan.  
     Everything was going fine until the machine began 
inclining the track again.  While the track was flat, 
both of us were able to keep pace at that moderate rate 
the machine had set, but when the track began to 
incline, both of us began getting winded and started 
dropping towards the back of the track.  Arline was 
waiting there for us.  She hit Melina with the prod, 
which she had neglected to change back to the low 
setting.  Melina screamed and fell down.  Then she hit 
me with the prod.  I screamed and fell down.  Arline 
looked confused for a second and then flipped the 
switch, which lowered the power.  
     Thankfully, when we fell down, a cord, which was 
connected to the "tethered safety key", stopped the 
machine and kept us both from getting too badly hurt.  
That is until Arline started attacking us with the 
cattle prod.  Then we got hurt.  Arline smiled.  She 
said "Get back up, you lazy bastards, you will finish 
this exercise program."  
     We both got back up while Arline continued to 
blitz us with the prod.  It was quite difficult and 
discouraging for us because the tendency is to cover 
oneself up and to hide when one is being bombarded like 
that, and not to get up and start running.  But this 
was Arline we're talking about, we were familiar with 
her tactics and we both knew cowering wouldn't work 
with her, it would only encourage her.  So get up, we 
did.  We got back up on our machines, placed the safety 
keys into the interlocks and started running again as 
fast as we could.  Somehow, maybe it was because Arline 
was continuously spurring us on, we both managed to 
complete the two-mile exercise.  
     Uplifted by the results, Arline brought out the 
kegel measuring gauges and stuffed them into our 
sphincters.  Without prompting, we were doing point 
three.  Arline proceeded to torture us with the cattle 
prod until we could place three pounds of pressure on 
the gauge.  It was probably a fluke, but eventually, we 
both did it, and Arline was satisfied.  
     "We need to do one more sexercise," said Arline.  
She proceeded to wipe off one of the kegel gauges and 
stuff one up Melina's snatch.  Then she tied a weight 
to my penis.  Our response was not immediate enough for 
Arline.  "I know what you need, you need some 
inspiration."  She said.  Arline proceeded to string us 
both up by the manacles at the end of the room.  Both 
sets were about two inches higher than they should have 
been and we were both obliged to stand on our toes to 
avoid having the manacles pull our arms out of our 
sockets.  While this was not a problem for Arline, it 
was a problem for us.  
     Arline said "You are going to raise the weight 
twenty times, and you are going to put two pounds of 
pressure on the meter."  Arline first looked at me.  I 
did not even have an erection, lifting the weight 
twenty times was not an option.  Arline placed one of 
the contacts of the cattle prod on my balls and the 
other one on the head of my penis.  "You ready?" she 
said.  I readied myself.  WHAM.  It felt like Arline 
had removed my entire genital area.  I screamed and for 
a moment, I knew how Spence must have felt.  
     Arline went over to Melina.  She placed one 
electrode over Melina's clitoris and the other inside 
her labia.  "Are you ready?"  Melina screamed and then 
she went limp.  I'm pretty sure that for a moment she 
also knew how Spence felt.  
     Arline looked satisfied at Melina who was now out 
cold.  I on the other hand was worried.  "Mistress 
Arline," I said.  "You'd better let Melina out or at 
least wake her up.  The manacles are going to pull her 
arms out of their sockets and that would be... bad."  
     Arline looked aloof and said "Why should that be a 
concern of mine?"  
     "Melina would be disabled, and wouldn't be able to 
jerk people off correctly."  I answered.  
     "Don't worry, we still have you to do that."  Said 
Arline.
     "She's your daughter Mistress Arline; I know that 
somewhere inside you still love her just as much as you 
always have."  I was shaking.  "Oh God, please Mistress 
Arline, look inside of yourself and find that love, or 
you're going to regret it someday."  I said.  
     Arline stared coldly at Melina's drooping body.  
"Why should I care?"  
     "Do it for me Mistress Arline."  I said crying.  
"I'll be your dedicated slave forever.  Please 
Mistress, don't hurt her anymore."  
     Arline paused for a moment.  Then she said "Swear 
that you'll never have sex with Melina again unless 
someone pays for it.  Swear you'll never touch her or 
look upon her again.  Swear you'll never talk to her or 
comfort her again.  Swear that you'll forsake her for 
me, forever.  Swear that you'll be my devoted slave and 
follow my every command to the letter, from now on and 
without question.  And swear that you'll never speak to 
her of this deal we are making now.  Swear."  
     "Mistress Arline, if you'll promise never to 
inflict pain on Melina again, and to protect her from 
harm by others, I'll swear to it."  I said.  
     "I swear that I will never physically harm Melina 
again."  Said Arline, "I swear that I will never let 
others physically harm her either.  Now you swear."  
     "I swear to it," I said.  
     I didn't realize it then, but I had just sold 
my soul.  
     Then Arline cautioned me that our deal was like 
one of those interest free loans.  If you don't pay 
them off entirely, by the due date, they add the 
interest that would have accrued during the grace 
period, to the balance.  So it was, that If I broke the 
deal, Arline said she would inflict upon Melina all of 
the punishment she owed her during our grace period.  
I believed her.  
     Arline released Melina from the manacles and she 
toppled to the ground.  
     Forsake.  That was the word Arline had used.  I 
couldn't stop crying.  Melina was going to feel 
deserted by me and I couldn't even tell her why.  
Arline had me wake Melina up and Melina looked at me.  
I couldn't look back at her.  It was more painful than 
all of the punishments that Arline had inflicted upon 
me, put together.  Now I was going to have to abandon 
Melina and she could never know that I had done it for 
her.  This was going to hurt her deeply too.  Maybe I 
should have let Arline continue to hurt her.  The pain 
would have only been physical.  Perhaps paralyzing, but 
perhaps it would not have been as painful as our deal 
became.  

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<3rd attachment, "War And Piece 48 of 56.txt" begin>

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 48/56
Summary: Our hero's deal with Arline has severe
unforeseen consequences.  This chapter is very sad.
Keywords: tragic,elec,b,F/b,sad,tort,Fb,bd,oral
piv,rom,oral,ds


                   Ideal With The Devil.  

     Arline let us go for the night.  We went to our 
rooms.  I couldn't sleep.  Instead, I cried all the 
rest of that night.  I thought about how, what I did 
was the right thing to do.  About how sometimes you 
have to make sacrifices for the ideals that are 
important to you.  Even if it means giving up the 
things you love the most.  It was a painful paradox, 
but it seemed to be the only way to protect Melina.  I 
knew Melina would probably never see me the same way 
again.  Hopefully she would pass through all five 
stages of grief.  
     First Melina would deny that I had abandoned her, 
and then she would be angry at herself for doing 
whatever it was she thought I might be angry at her 
about.  Then she would be angry with me for not telling 
her what it was.  Melina might start praying to God 
asking him to have me forgive her.  Then she would be 
depressed, probably for a long time.  Finally, the 
anger and sadness would taper off and acceptance would 
take its place.  Eventually, hopefully, she would move 
on.  At that point, she would be lost to me forever.   
     I knew that eventually her emotional wounds would 
heal over.  Scars would replace them.  I knew I was 
going to miss Melina terribly and that my wounds were 
probably never going to heal.  They were going to 
fester and grow infected; I knew that Arline was going 
to see these wounds and was probably going to rub salt 
in them.  I was going to continue to love Melina and I 
knew Arline was going to poke at my broken heart 
forever.  God, why did I ever make that deal?  I was 
such a fool.  My only hope was that Arline would break 
her end of the bargain before Melina forgot me, and 
that it wouldn't be too late to mend the shattered 
remains of our relationship.  
     The next morning was cold, rainy and overcast.  
The weather outside was not as gloomy as I was inside.
     I stood in the shower with Melina.  She said "I 
had a nightmare last night.  I don't remember all of 
it, but I think you died in the dream.  It was 
terrible, I woke up in a cold sweat."  
     Then she asked me how I'd slept.  I did not 
answer.  The water from the shower was washing away my 
tears; Melina could not tell I was crying, but 
instinctively, she knew something was wrong.  
     Arline came in and scraped us down with the 
brushes.  I didn't feel them or anything in the 
steaming hot water, but cold.  Melina kept chatting 
away about this and that.  I was conspicuously silent.  
Melina finally asked, "Are you mad at me or something?"  
     Arline looked at me with one of those looks that 
she gave us.  It meant "or else."  I stood silent in 
the shower looking down at the floor, away from Melina.  
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Melina 
was hurt, but then she shook it off.  
     She probably thought I was having a bad day.  I 
was; I was having the worst day of my life.  I 
regretted that the shower was washing away my tears 
because Melina could not tell how heavyhearted I was,
at having to deny my affections for her.  perhaps if 
I could have looked at her she might see the redness 
in my eyes that usually accompanys tears.  I 
desperately wished that there was some way I could 
tell Melina that it wasn't anything she had done.  
I knew that soon she was going to blame herself 
for the rift.  That was going to be the second 
stage in the wake of the break up.  
     After the shower, Arline grabbed a towel and 
gently dried me off.  She usually made me air dry.  
This time there was no towel for Melina.  Then Arline 
said "Let's fuck."  With that, Arline led me by the 
hand gently out of the bathroom leaving Melina by 
herself to drip dry.  
     First Arline tied me face down using the wrist and 
ankle restraints she kept on the bed.  Then she forced 
a large dildo up my ass.  Being of a quite large 
diameter and completely dry, It hurt greatly.  I 
moaned.  Arline said "Good for you" and stuffed it in 
as deep as it would go.  Then she pumped it up and down 
which continued to hurt until at last, it became 
lubricated with my own mucus.  Arline then took out her 
switch and began beating me with it.  Arline was 
unusually aggressive with the switch and it stung a 
great deal, but I was thinking about Melina the whole 
time and that was hurting a whole lot more.  
     Arline reached underneath me and to her 
discouragement, the caning had not made me very hard.  
"Wait here" She said, and she left the room.  
     When she came back, she was smiling and carrying 
the cattle prod.  Let's see if this can do the trick.  
Naked and spread eagle, Arline could catch me anywhere 
on my back with the prod, even my balls, which were 
poking through, and were fair game for her.  She 
started with my ass.   
     Having been caned prior to the shocking, I was 
more sensitive than usual.  The shocks seemed to last 
longer; or at least the stinging part of the shock did.  
The jolt from the prod lasted the microsecond that it 
usually did.  She struck me about ten times in a row.  
Then she reached underneath me again.  Not yet 
satisfied, Arline said "you will satisfy me" and began 
shocking me again, this time she was aiming more at my 
balls.  Initially, my concern over Melina distracted 
me.  When she began shocking my balls, however, she got 
my attention.  Arline jolted me about ten more times 
and felt underneath me again.  
     I could not tell whether the prod was on the high 
setting or the low one, but then apparently still not 
satisfied, Arline flipped the switch on the device and 
when she next shocked me, I could tell.  The kid gloves 
were off now.  I was no longer being tormented by my 
distress over Melina, I was being tortured by Arline.  
I was no longer concerned for Melina, I was concerned 
for my own welfare.  Arline reached underneath me and 
seemed satisfied with the results.  
     Arline now untied me and had me lay face up on the 
bed.  "Okay, do me."  She said, and she climbed on top 
of my face holding the cattle prod.  I began slowly 
stimulating her the way she liked it.  First, I licked 
the hair surrounding her vagina, slowly moving on to 
her hairy outer lips.  Arline was drenched from caning 
me and from using the cattle prod.  She was ambrosial.  
In other words, there was plenty to cleanse.  I 
continued to lick her exterior genital area and then to 
lick her inner labia.  These were among my favorite 
parts but I had to be careful because Arline found them 
too sensitive and if I was too aggressive with my 
cleansing of them, it would turn her off and she would 
get angry and become dangerous.   
     After briefly flirting with her labia minora, I 
began flicking my tongue across her clitoris, and then 
in general licking across the middle sections of her 
vulva, superficially, not going too deep.  Arline began 
to respond to my attention by rocking her hips and 
waving her vagina across my mouth.  That was my signal 
to begin going deeper.  I ran the tip of my tongue down 
the shaft of her clitoris going as deep as I could.  
Arline began squeaking and pushing her vagina into my 
face.  
     Soon, Arline was making that "Ohh ohh ohh" sound.  
I reached up and grabbed her breasts rubbing her firm 
nipples with my thumbs and Arline began making the 
long, moaning "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh sound and 
squirting viscous ejaculate into my mouth.  It was 
obvious that Arline was having a great orgasm.  
     The truth be known, Arline was never inhibited 
about having loud orgasms but this time she seemed to 
be screaming louder than usual.  I wondered if she was 
doing it in order to flaunt it in Melina's face.  There 
was no doubt that Melina could hear her, the china was 
rattling on the walls and it surprised me that the 
crystal wasn't breaking.  
     Arline kept screaming and I kept stimulating her.  
I knew better than to interrupt her during one of her 
frenzied summits.  She went on like that for at least 
half an hour.  I was afraid she might lose her voice, 
but she just kept screaming and I just kept licking.  
Finally, Arline slowed down and released her grip on my 
penis.  She had grabbed hold of it and was squeezing it 
with both hands the entire time.
     "More" she said.  "You get on top this time."  
     I was hesitant.  To make a long story short, the 
last time I had gone on top, I wound up ejaculating 
into Arline's vagina.  She became violently angry and 
shoved a red-hot poker up my ass.  
     "Get the fuck up there, and fuck me," she 
screamed.  
     I figured that I'd better not delay any longer.  
"What's the worst that can happen?"  I thought.  I 
figured that I already knew.  
     I climbed aboard and placed my erect penis at the 
vestibule (the entrance to her vagina.)  Arline was now 
quite moist from the cunnilingus I had given her, and 
my penis slid easily inside of her.  Arline moaned 
appreciatively when she felt me enter.  It felt good 
for me too.  I loved Arline despite her faults and I 
hadn't been inside of her for quite a while.  Suffice 
it to say that it was no sacrifice servicing Arline and 
it took little coercion, to force me to attend to her 
needs.  
     Arline put her arms around my neck and kissed me, 
sticking her tongue deep into my mouth.  Of course, it 
wasn't painful, but that action startled me.  Arline 
didn't like kissing me because I gave so many blowjobs 
to our clients.  I wondered what her game was.  
     She kept her arms around my neck, her lips on mine 
and seemed to be beckoning me to kiss her back.  With 
great trepidation, I did.  Arline's response was 
surprisingly enthusiastic.  She accepted my kiss, 
closed her mouth and started sucking on my tongue.  I 
put my arms around her neck and drew her close.  Our 
bodies were now in full contact, I could feel Arline's 
full breasts rubbing against my chest.  Arline had 
never held me this way before.  She usually kept me at 
arm's length even when she was having sex with me, in 
fact, especially when we were having sex.  
     I felt a sensation of emotional warmth, a feeling 
of attachment to Arline that I had never felt before 
with her.  If I didn't know better, I would have 
thought at that moment, that she actually loved me.  
That was impossible; she was my stepmother.  It might 
have been okay for me to love her, she was my mother, 
but for her to love me?  I wondered if we had traveled 
into an alternate reality or perhaps there was some 
cosmic mistake.  
     The warm loving sensation I was having at that 
moment allowed me to maintain my erection even though 
the pain from my caning had worn off.  I continued to 
pump my penis deeply in and out of Arline's vagina and 
hold her tightly in my arms.  
     I realized that Arline and I were both making love 
for the first time ever.  In the past, I had made love 
to her, but she always kept her emotional distance from 
me.  This time was different.  My having submitted to 
her totally (as her devoted slave) and without the 
eminent threat of Melina's rivalry was allowing Arline 
to give herself to me completely.  
     As I continued making love to Arline, she wrapped 
me tightly in her arms and with her legs.  I kept my 
penis at the forward portion of her vagina rubbing the 
head against her clitoris and across her G-spot.  
Arline abandoned her inhibitions and began squeaking 
and screaming loudly.  She rapidly progressed to the 
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" stage where she stayed 
for a long time until finally I began tingling inside.  
     "Arline let me go" I said "I can't hold back any 
longer."  
     "Go ahead." said Arline, "Don't worry" and then 
she wrapped her legs more tightly around my waist like 
a heavyweight wrestler.  
     Certain that Arline had lost her mind and didn't 
know what she was doing, I held off as long as I could, 
but Arline was just too much.  Her screaming was such a 
turn on and her vaginal muscles kept tightening against 
and gripping my penis so hard they became impossible to 
resist.  I came, spewing burst after burst of sperm 
inside of her.  
     "Mmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmm" she said each time she felt 
the flow enter her.  
     "O H   M Y   G O D."  I thought, "This will be the 
death of me.  I hope there's nothing worse than a red-
hot poker."  
     This time, Arline didn't scream, she kept her legs 
wrapped tightly around me, held me in her arms and 
kissed me again.  I could feel her vaginal muscles 
sweeping my sperm into her uterus.  I noticed, for the 
first time that she had an incredibly long, sensuous 
and delicious tongue.  No wonder she gave such great 
head.  
     "Oh my God, she really has lost her mind."  I 
thought.  
     Arline finally released me and I lay on the bed 
alongside of her.  We fell asleep for a long while. 
When we woke up Arline told me to leave her and to go 
have breakfast.   
     When I got to the table, Melina was sitting there.  
She was crying, she had been there since our bath.  I 
couldn't stand to see her that way.  I left the kitchen 
and went to my room where I cried for a long time.  I 
never had breakfast that day.  
     Arline went out that day and bought more downs.  
She took them and made me take some apparently for no 
other reason than to antagonize Melina.  Not that I 
necessarily minded taking them, but I did have to 
reckon with the fact that I knew Melina disapproved of 
us using them.  She must have thought that Arline 
bought them just to get her goat.  She was right.  
     The next couple of weeks were thoroughly 
depressing for both Melina and me.  Arline had sex with 
me at least once a day.  She always waited until Melina 
was present to invite me saying, "Let's make love" or 
"Let's have sex together" or just "Let's fuck."  Then 
she would beat me and have me screw her whereupon she 
would scream loudly, grab me by the neck, kiss me 
deeply, wrap her legs around me and force me to 
ejaculate into her.  
     It didn't take me long to recognize that Arline 
wanted to get pregnant by me simply to make Melina 
jealous.  So one day I asked her "Mistress Arline, are 
you trying to get pregnant?"  
     "What made you think that?" said Arline 
innocently.  
     "You're forcing me to come inside of you.  Even an 
eleven year old knows what that will do."  I said.  
"Are you?"  
     "You said you wanted children," said Arline "I 
want you to be happy."  
     "Mistress Arline, I'm only eleven years old, I 
don't want children yet.  You don't even want children 
yet, do you?"  
     "Of course I do."  Said Arline.  "I want a little 
girl."  
     "Mistress Arline, you have a little girl."  I 
said.  I started crying. "Why can't you be happy with 
her?  Why aren't you more appreciative of her?"  
     "She doesn't deserve to be appreciated.  I never 
wanted her.  She came at an inconvenient time for me 
and caused a rift on my relationship with someone I 
loved.  I had a great relationship with her father but 
when she came along, he left me."  Arline said.  
      "Mistress Arline," I said, "You mustn't blame her, 
it wasn't her fault.  You're killing her now.  Why 
can't you even pretend to be nice to her?  Can't you 
see what's happening to her?"  
     "That's not your business any more.  It's not your 
place to be talking about this.  I think you need some 
disciplining, right now."  Arline said.  
     "Mistress Arline, You're not going to be able to 
discipline this problem away.  I'll take my lumps but 
the problem will still exist, long after the pain goes 
away."  
     "Maybe so," said Arline, "but I need to discipline 
someone now, and that means you.  That is, unless you 
want me to start beating Melina again."  
     Arline called to Melina "We're going to fuck now; 
we'll see you when we're through."  With that, Arline 
dragged me into her bedroom by my hair, tied me to her 
bed, beat me with the switch until she was satisfied 
with my erection and had me fuck her until she actually 
did lose her voice.  
     When I left the bedroom, Melina was sitting at the 
table, crying again.  She had been doing a lot of that 
lately.  I turned away from her, went into my bedroom 
and cried.  I'd been doing a lot of that lately too.  
     Arline hadn't seemed to notice.  Maybe she didn't 
care.  Worse yet, maybe she did care and was glad about 
it.  Based on her actions that seemed to be the most 
likely.  I thought about the guy with the gun and his 
"two fer" and how Arline was getting her "two for one" 
when she hurt Melina, I was also being hurt.  
     It became depressing seeing Melina so distraught 
and I wished that I had more self-control.  Maybe self-
control isn't appropriate.  I had sworn to be Arline's 
dedicated slave so maybe what I really needed was more 
autonomy; not a possibility for a slave, but I blamed 
myself nonetheless.  
     On the other hand, Arline had kept her word and 
had not physically abused Melina since we had made our 
deal, and for all intents and purposes, she actively 
screened out her customers to insure that nobody else 
hurt Melina either.  (All customers wishing to hurt 
Melina were directed to me.  Yeah great.)  But as far 
as I could see, I had succeeded in protecting her.  
     What I didn't recognize was the eroding effect of 
the mental anguish that Arline was inflicting.  It was 
wearing away more painfully on Melina's soul, than the 
pain would have eroded her flesh.  Maybe if I had been 
older I would have been more aware of the ramifications 
of what was happening to her, but as it was, I was well 
pleased with myself for having successfully saved her.  
     After the time the cop had had sex with Melina, he 
was nice to her.  Over the course of the next few 
weeks, he returned numerous times for his "tribute" 
from Arline.  He continued to have sex with Melina each 
time and was always courteous, patient, passionate and 
sexually stimulating for her.  She came to rely on him 
for her satisfaction and they became good friends.  The 
cop was insulating Melina from  the melancholia which 
was growing in my absence.  
     Melina continued to scream with excitement when he 
had sex with her, causing me more than a little mental 
anguish and creating a good deal of jealousy.  I 
attempted to take it in stride, but I could never 
entirely suppress my anger.  Still, I was glad that at 
least she had somebody.  I felt so terrible.  
     I finally resolved the conflict in my mind when I 
arrived at the rationalization that Melina was only 
enjoying sex with him because she missed me, and that 
she was really thinking of me when she was doing all 
that screaming.  I realize now that it was truly a 
rationalization.  It's simply that at that time I was 
mentally unprepared to accept the truth.  Melina did 
sincerely miss me.  But she was actually thinking about 
the cop, when she had sex with him.  He was in fact a 
highly skilled lover.  


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 49/56
Summary: Arline finds a new way to punish our debased 
duo.
Keywords: b,g,Fb,Mg,Mb,bd,group,oral,ws,viol,anal,piv,
tragic


                 Giving To The Community.  

     Early one day, Arline went out and when she came 
back, we heard murmuring from the living room.  Arline 
walked in and declared, "Today, we're going to do 
something for the underprivileged.  We're giving free 
rides to the homeless.  Step this way folks."  
     Following her into the room were six, ugly, 
filthy, shabbily dressed, smelly, homeless people all 
of whom had scruffy beards, except for one of them.  
She was a woman, and she had a mustache.
     Melina started crying.  I turned away.  Arline 
flashed one of those "gotcha" smiles she made when she 
knew she was in control and was making us "pay the 
fine" for erring.  As usual, we were naked, tied spread 
eagle on the beds.  Arline suggested that they cut 
cards to see who would get "first crack."  (So to 
speak.)  She brought out a deck for them.  One of the 
men and the woman won the first round.  
     "I'm going to watch."  Said Arline.  She sat down 
in the chair, smiling and stared as the first people 
started.  
     The first man didn't bother to get undressed.  He 
started right off, sticking his tongue into Melina's 
mouth, spitting inside her while stuffing his fingers 
into her snatch.  The guy had really bad "dragon's 
breath" and clearly toxic body odor.  Melina was trying 
to hold her breath to avoid it, all the while twisting 
her waist in an effort to avoid his fingers, which were 
filthy, rough and had long, sharp nails.  
     The woman was wearing a dress, so all she did was 
remove a pair of dirty panties with holes in them.  
Then she climbed on top of the bed, pulled the dress 
over me and stuck her bush in my face.  Usually, I like 
the smell of women almost as much as their taste.  But 
this woman smelled terrible, kind of like a combination 
of burned out computer circuit board and stagnant 
water.  With her dress forming a tent over me, there 
was no fresh air coming in to circulate the stifling, 
putrid air.  I began gagging for the first time in a 
month and almost puked.  
     Arline heard me gagging and said, "You're going to 
do your best to help these folks, aren't you.  You know 
I still have that poker."  The thought of the poker 
sobered me up some and I stopped gagging, but the lack 
of air still made it hard to breathe.  
     The woman said "So, are you going to do me?  Or 
are you just going to fuck around?"  
     Arline sang "Poker."
     I stuck my tongue at the entrance of her vagina; 
there was a thick crusty coating around it, which just 
about sealed her shut.  Whatever it was, it was coating 
her pubic hair as far as my tongue could reach and it 
had a very strange taste.  
     Normally I love the taste of a woman, but when I 
stuck my tongue inside this woman, she had an 
obnoxious, sour flavor inside.  That, and the lack of 
oxygen was making this a really negative experience.  
Not that Arline forcing me to give head to someone is 
necessarily a positive experience, but I was used to 
doing it.  Servicing this woman was different.  
     Meanwhile the man who had started with Melina was 
now sitting on her chest, pinching her nipples and 
pulling her labia minora about an inch away from her 
vagina.  The guy was smiling and Melina was sobbing and 
wincing, each time he pinched or pulled on her.  
     The woman, who was now sitting on top of me with 
her full weight bearing down on my face, began peeing 
into my mouth.  This had a strange flavor too, and it 
was all I could do to keep up with her stream and to 
swallow the horribly foul tasting, disgusting liquid.  
I wondered what she had been eating or drinking which 
could have made the flavor so rancid.  The memory of 
Arline singing "poker" kept going through my mind 
though, and I think that's what drove me to avoid 
spilling or puking.  
     I was afraid to lick the crust on the outside, so 
when she finished peeing, I began licking her clitoris.  
Normally, I take my time before entering a woman's 
temple, but the crust on this woman seemed diseased, so 
I hurried inside.  The woman began rocking back and 
forth moaning.  She grabbed my dick and my balls 
tightly in her two hands, like a video game joystick.  
I started wincing and moaning in pain but that did not 
deter her.  She responded by squeezing harder and 
pulling more.  I figured I had better distract her and 
started sticking my tongue deep inside of her hole.  
The woman eased up a little but in general, continued 
with her grip.  
     By now, the man with Melina had removed most of 
his clothing.  He looked at Arline and the woman who 
was sitting on me.  He appeared to be ashamed to 
undress in front of them.  Arline turned her head.  The 
woman just stared back at him, with her eyes burning a 
hole in the one article of clothing he was still 
wearing.  The guy finally gave the woman a "well, fuck 
you" look and removed his last item of clothing.  He 
threw the nearly black underpants at the woman.  She 
caught them and stuck them in her mouth.  Then she 
pointed to the guy's grubby, really small penis and 
laughed.  
     Next, the man jumped violently on top of Melina 
taking her breath away for a moment.  He had his full 
weight on her, and it was fortunate that he was so 
thin.  After removing his clothing, his body odor had 
gotten worse, and Melina turned her head to the side in 
an effort to avoid it.
     Then he stuck his dick into her vagina.  This 
hardly affected Melina who was by now, used to penises, 
which were much, much larger than his was.  That's not 
to suggest that someone forcing his unwelcome penis 
into her was in any way innocuous.  It was an affront 
to her no matter whose it was, unless of course, it 
was invited, but Arline never permitted that to happen 
anymore.  The only exception since my deal with Arline, 
was the cop, for whom Melina waited with anticipation 
and enthusiasm. 
     By now the woman was going "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh" and 
rocking back and forth rapidly.  Viscous, slimy, putrid 
liquids were dripping into my mouth and down my throat.  
If Melina's juices were champagne, hers were sewage, 
and I was becoming sick.  The woman got louder and 
louder, her rocking got faster and faster.  I licked 
accordingly.  Finally, she began moaning a loud series 
of "Eee, eee, eees"  and began squirting.  Arline 
singing "poker" kept going through my head and somehow 
I managed to avoid throwing up.  Even now, when I 
remember her horrible raunchy taste, it still makes me 
gag.  
     Finally, the woman stopped rocking and moaning, 
and just sat on top of my face motionless.  She called 
to Arline and said, "Mrs., can I go again?"  
     Arline responded, "This ain't an amusement park, 
lady, you get one ride.  You want to go again; you'll 
have to pay for it."  With that, the woman slowly got 
down.  
     The guy who had first started with Melina came 
almost immediately after entering Melina's warm, tight 
pussy, and now, the next man was on top of her.  He 
didn't bother to undress.  He simply unzipped his pants 
and stuck his dick out the hole.  As he pumped, Melina, 
who was of course, naked, she got chafed by the 
unshielded zipper links and stem.  The guy, who never 
really achieved much of an erection, kept pounding 
away, adding to Melina's distress.  
     Then the guy who got third place walked up to me.  
He stripped down and lay down on me sixty-nine style.  
He stuck his dirty, piss-covered dick into my mouth.  
It was bad tasting and slimy too.  Then he put his 
mouth over my penis.  I thought he was going to give me 
head while I did him, but instead, he bit down on my 
dick.  He bit down so hard, I was afraid he was going 
to remove it.  
     Arline saw this and said "Remember, we agreed, no 
permanent damage.  We can't have you killing the golden 
goose, you know."  
     The man stopped for a second and answered "I 
remember." but continued biting me.  Meanwhile, I was 
doing my best to make the guy happy.  Because he was on 
top of me, I couldn't move my neck to give him decent 
head.  He started moving his hips and working his dick 
in and out while I tightened my lips around him.  I 
kept my tongue on the bottom of the head of his dick 
forcing it onto the roof of my mouth and throat, all 
the while keeping a firm vacuum on it.  
     The man kept a tight hold on my penis, which was 
wedged firmly between his teeth, and kept pumping away.  
Eventually, he began to suck on my dick head, but he 
continued to clamp down on it with his teeth.  The 
biting was too distracting for me to enjoy him sucking.  
I continued doing him.  
     By that time, the guy's zipper had scraped Melina 
raw.  Small droplets of blood were forming on her outer 
lips, and perineum.  He was obviously having a hard 
time because his dick kept falling out and flopping 
over.  Melina's legs were spread as wide as they could 
be, which should have allowed him easy access, but it 
was no use.  The guy was just too soft.  
     "Spank me."  He said.  
     Arline removed one of Melina's wrist bonds and 
Melina did her best to spank him, which was difficult 
from her position.  
     "Harder" he said.  
     Melina spanked him harder.  
     "Harder" he said.  
     Melina spanked him harder.  
     "Harder" he said.  
     Melina motioned to Arline, and Arline went to the 
closet, got out the switch, and handed it to her.  She 
began to beat him with it.  Melina was glad to beat 
him, she was tired of being abused by the guy's zipper 
and was taking out her hostility by beating him 
soundly.  
     "Harder!"  Said the guy.  
     Melina gladly beat him harder.  
     "Harder!"  The man said.  
     Melina was only too glad to beat him harder.  
     "Harder, harder, harder" the guy yelled.  
     Melina beat him as hard as she could, and then 
Arline took a turn.  The guy's ass was red all over and 
he was screaming in pain, but it was no use.  The guy's 
penis was dead.  It would not maintain an erection no 
matter how hard they beat him.  
     Melina asked the man if maybe a blowjob would be 
more effective.  She told him that most guys could 
achieve orgasm without actually getting hard; it just 
took the right amount of stimulation.  The guy agreed 
to try.  Melina was glad not to be rubbed raw by the 
guy's zipper any more.  
     Arline untied the rest of Melina's bonds.  Melina 
had the man take his pants down.  Then she began to 
give the guy head with him laying on the bed and her 
standing.  Melina attended to the man with her usual 
skill and care.  Soon, he was enjoying himself and 
began saying "Mmmmmmm" appreciatively.  
     Melina was glad that the guy had cleaned his dick 
off inside of her vagina.  Not that it was wonderful 
knowing that the dirt had come off inside her, but, 
having wiped it off, made it "sweeter" than it would 
have been otherwise.  Melina then proceeded to suck on 
his dick while using her neck muscles to stroke him up 
and down with her lips.  
     While the man never did achieve an erection, 
Melina's skill prevailed.  Eventually the guy came, 
injecting perhaps a tablespoon of jizz into her mouth 
in several bursts.  Melina promptly sucked it out and 
swallowed.  "Mmmmm" she said smiling amicably.  She 
didn't really mean it, but she did that to make him 
happy.  It was part of the treatment.  
     The man admitted that this was the first orgasm he 
had achieved in years and wished he had some money so 
he could pay her with it.  Arline told him that his 
gratitude was payment enough.  Melina choked slightly 
when she heard that, but she nodded her head politely, 
smiling in agreement.  
     By now, the guy who had won second place with me 
was deep inside my throat and was savoring the 
sensations I was providing.  He was still biting and 
sucking on my penis, but I doubted that he was getting 
any juice out.  Even if he hadn't been distracting me 
with his teeth, he had locked his teeth so tightly 
around me that I doubted whether any of my juices could 
get past them.  
     The man was now rapidly going up and down into my 
mouth and his balls were bouncing on my nose and eyes 
and forcing me to close my eyelids.  His smell was 
terrible, almost as bad as the woman's was.  I kept up 
the pressure with my tongue lips and throat.  The guy 
began moaning contentedly and jerking his muscles.  
     When the man came, he screamed loudly and 
ecstatically.  Then he began peeing into my mouth.  I 
was used to women doing this, but not to having men do 
this.  I learned then, that a male's urine was even 
stronger than an older woman's was.  I supposed I could 
have guessed that if I had thought about it.  With 
Arline there, I thought I'd better do a neat job and I 
sucked on the guy's dick like a soda straw.  
     The next guy was now ready for Melina.  He was an 
extremely large person, both tall and wide.  He looked 
scary muscular, and had tattoos covering most of his 
body.  He pointed to Melina and then to the sawhorse.  
Melina looked up at her mother pleadingly.  Arline just 
smiled wickedly and dragged Melina to the horse tying 
her tightly to its legs.  As usual, the saw-toothed 
crossbeam was entirely supporting her weight under her 
stomach and crotch.  Her ass was protruding 
provocatively out the back.  
     The guy's face took on a fierce look as if he was 
angry at Melina, then he went up to her and smacked her 
really hard on her butt.  Melina yelled and lurched 
forward on the brace, which swayed from the force.  
After the man spanked her, he shook his hand; it was 
obvious from the gesture that the blow had hurt him as 
well.  Undeterred, he hit her again just as hard.  
     The guy continued to buffet Melina repeatedly just 
as hard as he had the first time, shaking and rubbing 
his hand after each blow.  Melina's ass was becoming 
red all over.  She winced and howled after each blow. 
She began crying again.  Arline watched smiling and 
didn't interfere.  
     At random times during the assault, he stuck his 
hand under Melina feeling her vagina, apparently 
testing to see if she was wet down below.  When he was 
satisfied, the man disrobed.  
     He had pretty much the largest dick anybody had 
ever seen.  It was black with grime and shiny with 
ooze, but underneath the filth, it was definitely a 
"Guinness" World record breaker.  There was a tattoo of 
a snake with its fangs sticking out on his dick head.  
Even Arline looked impressed by it.  Arline had just 
the slightest look of remorse on her face as if she 
were worried about Melina.  She had never shown any 
concern for Melina before.
     Next, the guy walked to the front of the support 
and told Melina to open her mouth wide.  When Melina 
didn't respond soon enough, the man smacked her so hard 
in the face, her nose began to bleed.  Arline looked as 
if she wanted to say something but she didn't.  The guy 
again told Melina to open wide.  Melina looked to 
Arline for help but Arline just sat there.  Melina 
opened her mouth.  The man stuck his dick in her mouth 
and Melina discovered that it was too large to fit.  
Melina's teeth were rubbing against his penis.  
     The guy took his penis out of her mouth and 
slapped her in the face again.  "Bitch, if I feel your 
teeth again, I'll break your jaw and then It'll fit 
just right."  The man said.  Melina opened her mouth as 
wide as she could and this time, when the man stuck his 
member inside, he fit, but just barely.  
     "Okay bitch, here it comes."  With that, the guy 
thrust his cock hilt deep into Melina's mouth.  Melina 
gagged as the man's immense head drove into the 
farthest reaches of her throat.  Once again, Arline 
looked somewhat concerned as the man began pumping his 
cock in and out of Melina's mouth.  It was too large 
for Melina to apply any of her well-learned techniques 
on it, but the guy seemed to be having a good time 
nevertheless.  
     The man continued to propel his johnson into 
Melina's throat and then he stopped.  By then, Melina's 
saliva had already cleaned the thing off.  He walked 
behind Melina and spit on her ass, and then he rubbed 
the spit onto her rectum.  He pulled her ass cheeks 
apart, which were still bright red from the lambasting, 
and got ready to enter Melina's back door.   
     "That's not going to happen."  Said Arline 
suddenly.  She was holding the gun that she had gotten 
from the guy with the gun.  
     "You said I could do anything I wanted to her." 
said the man.  
     "I said anything, except cause damage to her," 
said Arline.  "This is definitely over the line."  
     "Come on lady, I like it tight.  What do you 
care?" asked the man.  
     "That's my business, and none of yours.  Now back 
off."  Said Arline.  
     "Can I still get my blowjob?"  The guy asked.  
     "I'm going to leave that up to her."  Arline 
answered defiantly.  Arline looked at Melina.  
     Melina said, "Okay, I guess.  As long as he 
doesn't smack me in the face again or try to break 
my jaw.  And I want him to release me from this 
contraption.  Oh, and I want an apology."  
     "I'm sorry."  Said the guy.  
     He didn't sound very sorry, but Melina accepted 
the apology.  
     Arline made the man remove the ropes, which bound 
Melina to the brace, and Melina sat down on the bed 
while the man stood up.  Then she resumed where she had 
left off.  She gave the guy the best blowjob she could.  
The man ejaculated so deep in her throat, some of it 
dripped into Melina's lungs and she had to cough it up.   
     The last remaining guy said he wasn't queer and 
didn't want me, so he waited for Melina to finish with 
the big man.  He said he would like Melina tied down, 
so Arline let him tie her up.  He did a lousy job of 
it, but Melina thought it better, not to complain that 
the ropes weren't tight enough.  
     The man got undressed, and then jumped on top of 
Melina without foreplay or jell.  Fortunately, Melina 
was still well moistened from the big guy and the last 
man slipped in without effort or pain for Melina.  
Though he took his time, he eventually came without 
complication.  
     Arline had been holding the gun on the big guy the 
whole time, so she had Melina get dressed.  
     To Melina's disappointment, she had very few 
clothes that now fit.  Arline told her not to worry. 
Arline said she really didn't need any.  She told 
Melina that she had a perfectly good set of work 
clothes.  
     In order to keep the gun on the big guy, 
Arline took Melina along to drive the car when 
taking the homeless people back to where they had 
come from.  Naturally, Melina did not have a 
license but they kept the car dark and they weren't 
caught.  On the way back, Arline drove.  
     Melina thanked Arline for watching out for her.  
Naturally, Arline didn't tell Melina that she had made 
a deal with me not to allow anybody to hurt her.  
Instead, Arline said she was still punishing Melina and 
me for breaking her hymen and causing the financial 
loss.  Arline said she thought Melina deserved to have 
her asshole ruptured, and that it would have been a 
good lesson for her.  Arline said that she was only 
protecting her business interests and that she really 
didn't care what happened to Melina.  
     Melina was crushed.  She cried all the way home.   

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 50/56
Summary: Our debased duo are humiliated in the park
again.  Once again they are gang raped.
Keywords: b,g,M+b,M+g,exhib,nc,rape,sad,viol,humil,
anal,oral,piv,best


                       Rare Stakes.  

     One day, Arline gave us our baths and enemas, 
and then we had our breakfast.  Though Arline's box mix 
waffles contained the usual dose of excrement, they 
tasted okay when you put enough syrup on them.  
Unfortunately, Arline administered the syrup and gave 
us each only about a tablespoon or so of it.  "Sugar is 
bad for your health," she said as she poured each of us 
our meager portions.  
     I used to love my mother's waffles, she made them 
from scratch and I thought back to a time when she used 
to be so proud of her recipe.  I missed her waffles and 
I missed her, terribly.  She never used to skimp on the 
syrup.  Thinking about her death and about my father 
being lost, reminded me how forlorn I was feeling.  I 
started crying silently.  Melina noticed the tears and 
asked if I was okay.  Naturally, I couldn't answer her.  
I would have loved to have someone on whom I could 
unload that emotional burden, but being unable to talk 
to Melina left only Arline.  
     Arline was sitting across the table from me.  When 
Melina spoke, Arline asked "Tell me, why you are 
crying."  I didn't want to disrespect Arline by saying 
that I missed my mother; she could be hazardous to your 
health when she was insulted, so I just said I was 
feeling a little nostalgic.  Arline took offence 
anyway.  She gave me one of her looks.  I turned away 
trying to avoid eye contact.  
     After breakfast, Arline had us get dressed and 
said we would be going out for some air.  I put on one 
of the few remaining outfits that still fit me.  Melina 
had only the glove and one other outfit.  She put the 
other outfit on.  Arline loaded us onto the van and we 
started driving.  Melina and I were in the back seat 
with no view, as usual.  Arline drove for quite a 
while.  When we stopped, we were back at Battle Green 
Park to which Arline had taken us that other, horrible 
time.  
     Melina immediately started crying.  Arline said 
"don't worry; we were just going out to get some sun."  
Melina calmed down a little when Arline took out some 
blankets and gave each of us one to carry out.  She led 
us out to the same grassy place we had gone to before, 
and spread out the blankets in the sun.  Arline told us 
to lie down on the blankets.  We did.  
     Arline drew me aside and to my surprise, she 
privately, told me that I could talk to Melina just 
this one time.  She cautioned me not to tell Melina 
anything about the deal we had made.  I hadn't spoken 
to Melina for quite a long time, so we had a lot to say 
to each other.  We prattled on, as we drank in the sun 
and each other's company.  We were having the best 
time.  
     Arline removed a long metal device shaped like a 
big corkscrew from the cloth bag the guy with the gun 
had used.  She twisted the device into the ground at 
the corner of one blanket, and it began burying itself 
into the ground.  Melina and I were busy enjoying the 
sunshine and talking to each other.  We weren't paying 
any attention to what Arline was doing.  
     Arline finished driving the corkscrew into the 
ground burying it up to the ring on the top.  We 
continued chatting, catching up on our lives, not 
paying the slightest attention, while Arline continued 
to bury seven more of the metal devices into the ground 
around the corners of each of the blankets.  
     Next Arline began talking to some of the people 
around us.  Arline said "Now," loudly.  Suddenly, 
several people grabbed Melina and me and held us down.  
Arline grabbed one of Melina's wrists and secured it 
with a nylon tie to the ring on one of the metal 
devices.  Melina began crying.  Arline didn't say 
anything.  She continued tying the rest of Melina's 
limbs to the other metal rings.  Melina was stretched 
out, face up, with her legs spread wide apart.  Then 
Arline secured my limbs, stretching me out, face down, 
also with my legs spread apart.  After she was 
finished, we were unable to move our arms and legs, 
even the slightest bit.  
     Arline went back into her bag and took out, of all 
things, one of those number dispensing machines, like 
the ones that they have at the deli, at a grocery 
store, which tell who's next.  Then she stuck it into 
the ground between us.  Next, she took out of those 
signs with numbers on them, also like they have at the 
deli, at a grocery store, which tell which number is up 
next.  
     Arline next proceeded to remove a sign from the 
bag.  She showed it to us.  It said, "Please fuck us 
wherever you like."  Then she stuck it in the ground 
between us.  People were looking at the sign and then 
at us.  We were still dressed and they didn't appear to 
understand yet.  Arline next pulled a scissors out of 
her bag and began cutting.  She started by cutting a 
circle in my pants, around my ass, exposing it 
completely.  Then she proceeded to cut off the rest of 
my clothes.  
     By the time Arline had finished denuding me, the 
people who were watching us caught on, and began to 
violently, tear off Melina's clothes as well.  She had 
red marks over her body from where she had received 
friction burns, when they tore the clothes off her.  
Soon, Melina was wearing nothing but a few shards of 
clothing, which were still clinging to her wrists and 
ankles.  Other than that, she too was completely nude.  
One man was triumphantly holding what was left of her 
panties to his nose, sniffing at them.  Others were 
stuffing pieces of her clothing into their pockets as 
souvenirs.   
     "Oh, by the way," she said to us, "enjoy the sun."  
     There was a rush to the ticket machine as people 
tried to get the next number.  Everyone around us 
seemed to be smiling and enjoying him or herself, many 
were pointing at us, leering and laughing.  Arline 
smiled her most evil smile and pulled the cord on the 
number machine revealing the number one.  Then Arline 
said to the crowd "Number one.  Well, what are you 
waiting for?  They're not getting any younger, you 
know."  
     I realized that we were screwed.  (In more ways 
than one.)  
     With that, the crowd cheered and closed in on us.  
One really ugly guy showed Arline his ticket.  He 
immediately jumped on top Melina and began fucking her.  
Melina screamed as he tried to drive his penis into her 
sealed, unlubricated vagina.  Melina cried, "please 
spread my lips apart" but he ignored her and continued 
ramming himself into her repeatedly.  Melina tried to 
close her legs to stop the onslaught, but Arline had 
done a thorough job of staking her out, so she found it 
impossible.  Eventually, the man forced his way in and 
began thrusting his penis in and out.  He put his mouth 
over hers and began drooling saliva into her mouth.  
Melina closed her mouth, which stopped her screaming 
and crying, but tears continued to roll down her face.  
     In the meantime, Arline pulled the cord on the 
number machine and said "Number two."  A man climbed on 
top of me and said "I'm sorry I have to do this to you, 
but the sleazy slut's already taken."  He began trying 
to force his penis into my dry asshole without success.   
     "Spit on it."  I said resignedly.  He did, and 
then he began to do me.  I don't know why I said it, 
but the next words out of my mouth were "And that 
sleazy slut as you called her, is my sister, you piece 
of shit."  
     The man got up "How dare you call me a piece of 
shit?" he said angrily.  With that, he kicked me in the 
face.  
     "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I cried.  I wasn't really 
sorry, but defenseless as I was, I didn't want him to 
kick me again.  
     The guy said "okay" but when he looked down, 
someone else was buggering me.  "Fucking shit, now look 
what you did.  You're going to give me a fuckin' 
blowjob, instead, and It better be good or I'm going to 
kick your teeth in."  With that, he crawled under my 
mouth and stuck his dick in.  Not wishing to have him 
kick me again, I gave him an exceptional blowjob, right 
down to sucking out and swallowing his sperm.  He 
seemed happy and wandered off as someone else took his 
place.  
     People began to form an orderly line by the 
ticket machine as if they were waiting for the rides at 
an amusement park.  Others were jerking off and spewing 
their jism onto us.  Many rubbed Melina's breasts, 
which at this point in her development were just 
beginning to show themselves.  Mostly though, they just 
kept on fucking us, in every hole they could reach, one 
after another, filling us with scum, time and again, 
until it began oozing back out.  
     After fucking Melina, one person brought his dog 
around.  The dog started sniffing at Melina then it 
began to fuck her.  Melina pleaded with him not to let 
the dog come inside her, while the crowd laughed and 
pointed.  Melina gagged loudly when the beast finally 
shot his wad into her.  The next thing I knew, someone 
who had seen the dog do Melina let his or her dog do 
the same thing to me.  I was repulsed and humiliated, 
when I felt the dog placing his paws on my back.  I 
tried to stop it, but of course, I could do nothing to 
prevent it.  After the dog completed his act, he began 
licking the sperm from my asshole.  I have to admit, it 
felt kind of nice having that done to me.  
     While the presence of the canine sperm nauseated 
both Melina and me, it did not appear to deter anybody 
from subsequently "having their way with us." 
     Melina just kept on crying, and Arline just kept 
pulling on the cord and calling out the numbers.  
     Many people took pictures.  One man had what 
appeared to be a very expensive camera.  He took a slew 
of pictures of us.  He stood in front of me and asked 
someone to pull my head up so he could "get my face in 
the pictures," some man pulled me up painfully by my 
hair.  Then the guy with the camera got on the ground 
by Melina's feet and took several pictures of her 
vagina, after asking someone to hold her head up so he 
"could get her face in the pictures."  
     Arline asked if she could get a couple of shots 
with her phone.  "Don't bother," he said, "my camera 
takes pictures that are so clear, that you'll be able 
to count the hairs on her cunt.  I'll have them 
available for everybody to download from the internet 
by this afternoon."  Then he gave Arline his business 
card.  Then he fucked Melina.  
     Every so often, someone would start to do 
something that might hurt Melina.  Arline would stop 
them and say "Do it to him, you may not hurt her."  
People would slap, pinch and twist my ass, breasts and 
cheeks.  Others would pull my hair until it came out or 
pull on my ears.  One guy kicked me twice, painfully in 
the ribs.  At several points, while this was happening, 
Arline said, "See, I kept my promise.  I'm not letting 
them hurt Melina.  Aren't you glad?"
     People kept pointing to the sign and looking at 
Arline.  Arline would answer, "yes, whatever you want 
to do, just don't hurt the slut."  They would do 
whatever they wanted to do to us and Arline would smile 
at them and thank them for their help.  This continued 
from eight thirty in the morning until noon, at which 
point the crowd had diminished somewhat.  Arline 
appeared to be bored and said "Okay, you've gotten 
enough sun, we should go before you get too badly 
burned."  
     Arline went into her bag, got out the scissors and 
tried to cut the nylon ties, which bound us to the 
anchors.  Arline tried and tried but the scissors were 
not able to cut through the tough nylon ties.  Arline 
rubbed her chin for a moment and then her face 
brightened up.  "I know," she said "there's a pair of 
pliers in the van which will do the trick.  Don't go 
anywhere until I get back."  
     Melina cried "Please Arline, don't leave us alone 
here, something might happen to us."  
     Arline paused, and then she said "what can anybody 
do that hasn't already been done to you today, my 
dear?"  Then she started leaving.  
     I began crying at that point "Please Mistress 
Arline, hurry back."  
     Arline turned around and said "don't worry.  I'm 
not worried, don't you be either."  And she was gone.  
     The moment Arline left, the crowd got ugly.  
People began pinching us, slapping us, and pulling at 
us.  One person began pinching me and pulling on me so 
hard, it seemed as if he was going to take a sample of 
my flesh home as a souvenir.  Another fellow pretended 
to be walking and whenever he got to one of us he'd 
kick us and say "Oops, sorry, didn't see you.  My bad."  
     Melina screamed each time he did it to her, and 
pleaded with him to stop.  He just laughed and did it 
again.  He kicked each of us several times in the face, 
ribs and crotch.  
     A couple of men  who appeared to be part of a gang 
started talking to each other saying, "Why don't we 
just take her with us, we can keep her at the clubhouse 
and then we can fuck her whenever we want.  She's a 
babe."  They began trying to dig out the stakes, which 
held Melina.  Melina began screaming for Arline, but 
Arline, was obviously taking her time and had not yet 
returned.  
     While that was happening, some man began flashing 
a knife in Melina's face asking her whether she would 
prefer he cut her face up, cut her nipples off or cut 
her cunt open.  Melina continued screaming for Arline, 
but Arline had still not returned.  
     The guy said "Well since you won't answer, I guess 
I'll have to decide for you.  Hmm, let me think.  I 
think I'll cut your..."  He paused.  "CUNT OPEN."  He 
screamed, "I've always wanted to see the inside of one 
of these."  With that, he walked around Melina's legs 
and knelt down.  He stuck his arm out with the knife in 
his hand.  He gently stuck the blade hilt deep into 
Melina's vagina and seemed about to actually do it.  
Melina was screaming hysterically.  
     "Yo!  Dude!  Leave her alone.  The bitch is 
ours," said one of the gang members.  "Hey give me that 
knife."  
     The man handed over the knife and one gang member 
took it and began cutting the nylon ties off.  It took 
a while to cut through them, during which time Melina 
had begun trembling.  Someone began fucking Melina 
while the guys were cutting the ties, but the gang 
members ignored him, and continued their painstaking 
work.  The guy fucking Melina quickly climaxed and 
left.  
     After cutting through the third tie, and as they 
were about to cut through the forth tie, Arline finally 
showed up.  "Oh that's a good Idea.  Thank you for 
helping to get my daughter free.  Do you guys want to 
fuck her while I cut my son free?  Want to fuck my son?  
Go ahead."  
     The gang members did paper, rock, scissors and the 
winner jumped on Melina while two of the gang members 
held her legs apart.  The man who came in second said 
he'd wait for Melina so the next guy jumped on top of 
me while Arline cut my bonds free.  
     At that point, Melina still had one of her arms 
secured.  Arline removed three of my bonds leaving one 
of my legs tied and waited for the gang members to 
finish.  While she waited, she patently unscrewed the 
anchors she had freed up, pulled up the number machine 
and the ticket dispenser and placed them all into her 
bag.  
     After the gang members finished, Arline cut the 
last of the ties from us, removed the anchors and told 
the crowd, "We'll be back next week, so, anybody who 
didn't get their rocks off today will get another 
chance then.  Bye now."  And she blew kisses to the 
crowd.  
     Arline then pulled out the sign and told Melina to 
hold it.  Melina tried to cover up by holding the sign 
over her genitals.  "No, no, no" Arline said, "hold the 
sign up so people can read it, and see you.  You're not 
out of the woods yet."  (So to speak.)  We began 
walking out of the park with the crowd still staring, 
groping, pulling and laughing at us.  Having had our 
organs rubbed raw during the intense three and a half 
hour ordeal, we both walked slowly and painfully, but 
finally, we got to the van and got in.  
     Melina and I breathed a sigh of relief.  
     Arline began driving the van.  She drove only a 
short distance, then she parked the van in front of a 
storefront.  Arline opened the rear door.  "Out."  She 
said.  "We're going to a party."   


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