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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.
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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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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.
End Part 49/56 Continued in part 50/56
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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."
End Part 50/56 Continued in part 51/56
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