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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 51/56
Summary: Our hero meets a kindred soul at a great
party.
Keywords: b,g,bg,bd,sm,g/b,ds,va,rom,anal,oral,piv
Passion, Desire And Ardor. (Part 1)
Melina and I looked at each other. Arline saw us.
She whispered into my ear and said "And the deal's back
on again, no more talking between you and Melina."
We walked gloomily out of the van and into the
store. We expected that yet another group of hard-
core, horny deviants were going to exploit us.
Instead, a beautiful young woman who was completely
naked greeted us. When we walked inside, to our
surprise, everybody there was nude. There were at
least a hundred naked people of all ages, sizes and
sexes. The woman at the door said "You may check your
clothing over there." Then she gestured with her hand
towards an alcove where a hatcheck girl, who was also
nude, was giving out tickets tied with ribbons to place
around our necks. When we looked around, nobody was
wearing anything but those ribbons.
Everybody seemed to be relaxed and at ease,
despite being naked. Nobody seemed to be hiding, or
covering him or herself up. For the first time I could
ever remember, I felt completely comfortable being in
the raw in front of a crowd of other people.
We looked around. There were bowls of punch,
candy, all kinds of food, and an open bar. Another
table had bowls of different powders, pills, capsules
and funny looking cigarettes.
The hatcheck girl pointed to a woman standing next
to two children, a boy and a girl about our age. They
were all au naturel. The woman was beautiful. She
seemed to be about Arline's age. She was slightly
taller than Arline, and it seemed as if all of the
extra height was in her legs, which for her size, were
longer than average. She had long curly red hair, fine
perky breasts, and a dense patch of curly red hair
covering her crotch. I smiled slightly, as I
remembered the woman with the boots saying, "The collar
matches the cuffs, you know." I decided that the woman
must also be a natural redhead.
The girl was even more beautiful. She was
somewhat taller than Melina and had longer than average
legs. She had long, straight, silky, blond hair, and a
light complexion. Her breasts were slightly larger
than Melina's. They had slightly darker areolas and
had somewhat larger nipples at the ends. She had a
patch of curly light hair over her crotch, which seemed
not to be as thick as Arline's but was thicker than
Melina's. When she saw me looking at her, stared back
and smiled. Then, she slid one of her legs about two
feet away from the other one and cocked her hip
slightly to one side. This allowed me to view her
labia minora, which appeared to drip out from between
her legs.
The other child had extremely long, hair. There
was no question regarding his sex however, because his
most outstanding feature by far, was his member, which
one could only described as enormous. He had a patch
of light hair over his "salami," In addition to that;
he was quite handsome, was slightly shorter than the
girl was and had curly light hair.
Arline took us over and introduced us to the
woman. "Children, this is Passionata. We have known
each other all our lives. Our parents were friends,
long before that."
"Arline how nice of you to come," said the woman
when she saw us. She gave Arline a long amorous kiss
on the mouth, and Arline kissed back it seemed, just as
affectionately. "These are the twins. Desira is the
beautiful young woman and that handsome young man is
Ardor." She said. "Today we are celebrating their
twelfth birthday." They were both standing rigidly at
attention next to her but when she introduced them,
Desira curtsied and Ardor bowed.
"Pleased to meet you," Arline said then she
gestured towards us and said "this handsome young man
is my stepson, pokerface. She's my daughter. It's
been a long time Passionata, how long has it been?"
"A little over twelve years, hasn't it?" Said
Passionata.
Arline looked at Ardor. She eyed him up and down,
pausing mid way, "I guess it has been twelve years,"
she said smiling suggestively. Ardor looked back at
Arline, pausing twice, while eying her up and down,
just as immodestly.
I thought I was going to be sick. I looked at
Melina, she was looking a little pale around the edges
herself.
Desira walked up to me and began to strike up a
conversation. "So where do you go to school?" she
asked.
Enthralled by her attractiveness, I briefly forgot
about all the photos on the internet, and that I would
probably be playing hooky for the rest of my life. "I
go to Delko elementary school." I said. "School
doesn't start for another two weeks but I'll be going
into the sixth grade when it does." I added that last
part hoping she would realize that I was about to
graduate into middle school at the end of this year. I
hoped it would make me seem older. "How about you?" I
asked.
"I'm going to St. Martin's Middle, this year. You
pretty much have to go to private school in order to
get a good education, when you live in the city." She
said. "You look familiar for some reason. In fact,
both you and Melina look familiar. Have we met
before?"
"I'm sure we haven't." I answered. At that
point, I still hadn't thought about all the pictures
that were on the internet.
"Well sometimes I have entire days when everybody
looks familiar. Maybe it's just one of those "déjà vu
days." As I call them. I get them sometimes," Desira
said. "Today is our birthday; Mother thought it would
be a good idea for all of the guests to wear their
birthday suits. (So to speak.) I like the one you
have on." She said.
From out of the blue, it seemed, Desira, asked me
to kiss her. Uncertain, I hesitantly prepared to give
her a respectable peck on the cheek. Instead, she
hugged my neck with one arm a grabbed my bare ass with
the other. She pressed her beautiful, unclad body
tightly against mine and gave me a long, passionate,
open mouthed, French tongued kiss. She caught me
completely off guard and for a moment, my face turned
red. I recovered quickly, though and before the moment
ended, I kissed her back, just as passionately.
"Anybody ever tell you that you're a great
kisser?" Desira asked me.
I shook my head no. Actually, that wasn't true.
I had read an article on the internet called "Kissing
For Dummies" and after that, many people had told me
what a good kisser I was, but I was feeling modest.
"Because it's my birthday," Desira said, "Mother
told me I can have anybody I want. It's a family
tradition. And I want you."
I turned red again. "Want me for what?" I asked
somewhat startled, trying to appear naive.
Desira grabbed my hand and said "I'll show you.
Come with me" and she started to pull me towards the
stairway.
"I'll have to ask Mistress Arline," I said,
embarrassed at having to be asking my mother for
anything, in front of this beautiful woman.
"Of course, Mistress Arline, your mother," Desira
said.
I turned red again. "Yes." I said, thinking I'd
blown it for sure.
"I completely understand." Said Desira
empathetically. I expected she was going to dump me
like a trash basket full of used condoms, but to my
surprise her next words were "Let's go ask her, now."
We found Arline, and Desira whispered something
into her ear.
"Anything, for the birthday girl. We forgot to
bring a gift, I'm sorry. I hope this will make up for
it" said Arline.
"I certainly hope so too" said Desira.
Desira grabbed my hand again and led me upstairs.
She took me into one of the upstairs rooms, and closed
the door. The room was lavishly decorated. There was
a bedspread on a double bed with no fewer than four
pillows, curtains on the windows, real oil paintings on
the walls, and tons of books and plush stuffed animals
lined the shelves. And she had a closet.
"What room is this?" I asked.
"This is my bedroom" she said.
"You can close the door?" I asked. "I'm not
allowed to close the door to my room myself."
Desira led me over to the bed and pushed me onto
it. Then she got on the other side. "Actually," she
said "I'm usually not allowed to close my door either,
but today's my birthday, and Mother said I could. By
the way, what's your name?"
I turned red again. "Arline doesn't allow me
to use my real name anymore, but she calls me
mookie. Please don't tell anybody, I'm terribly
embarrassed by it." I said.
"I think mookie is a perfectly wonderful name,"
said Desira. "Kiss me again, mookie."
I kissed her again. This time I gave it all I had
and she was favorably impressed. "That was teriffic."
she said. "More."
I put my hands around her neck and held her
tightly. We kissed. It was a particularly seductive
kiss, which lasted maybe a minute. "Wow, that was
great she said. Touch me."
"We are touching," I said innocently. I didn't
want her to think I was too eager to get in her pants.
(so to speak.)
Desira wiggled across the bed until her body was
squashed against mine. She grabbed my ass and started
kissing again. My hand wandered over and began petting
her derriere. Desira stopped kissing and said "Now
we're touching." Then she resumed kissing.
I was in heaven. If we had stopped what we were
doing then and there, I would have been more than
satisfied. But Desira had other plans for us. She
began rubbing her pubic bone against my mid section.
Then, suddenly she stopped. "Where is your dick?
Aren't you old enough to get a boner?" she asked
disconcertedly.
I was embarrassed to tears. "I'm old enough... but
I haven't been properly... uhh... properly stimulated, I
usually don't get an uhh... erection until... uhh... until
Arline canes me. I... I need someone to... to discipline
me. Would you..." At that point, I figured that I had
irreparably blown my chances of her ever speaking to me
again. I stopped talking.
"I would love to do that," said Desira smiling
excitedly. "I've always wanted to be on the other end
of the stick."
"Are you telling me that your mother disciplines
you, too?" I asked.
"No, Mother doesn't discipline me, she beats me."
Desira said. She had a pained expression on her face,
as if she was going to cry, but she didn't. I believed
her.
"Maybe she'll let you borrow her switch..."
Desira interrupted me "It's my birthday; I can do
anything I want to. It's the only day of the year when
I'm free to do whatever I want and I want to do just
that. I'll be right back." She dashed out of the room
and came back in carrying a switch about six inches
longer than Arline's. "I think this should do the
trick," she said.
"Would it be too much to ask you to tie me up?" I
asked insecurely.
"YES, I CAN DO THAT," she said excitedly. She
reached under the bed and pulled out a leather cuff
tied to a chain which was secured somewhere beneath the
bed. She buckled the cuff to my wrist, and then she
did the same thing three more times, securing all my
limbs. The bonds were set to accommodate someone
taller than me. I assumed it was set up for Desira,
They seemed to be her size and it was, after all, her
room. Anyway, by the time she was finished, the
mattress was compressed at all four corners, and I was
stretched out tighter than a bedsheet at boot camp.
Suddenly, Desira's smile turned to a scowl.
"You've walked into the wrong bar this time, wimp.
You've made a really big mistake. Now your ass is
mine, you worm. I'm going to take my revenge for all
the times Mistress Passionata has unjustly beaten me."
She said.
She started smiling like a lion at the coliseum.
I began to worry. "Oh, yeah, one more thing, pig," she
said. She went into a drawer behind me. I couldn't
see what she was doing. Suddenly she pounded something
into my asshole the likes of which I had never
experienced before. I screamed loudly. "Go ahead and
scream." she said, "the walls are soundproofed." and
then she laughed loudly and manically. Whatever it was
she stuck in there had compounded the irritation from
all of the sodomizing earlier that day. That was when
I remembered the humiliating events that had transpired
at the park.
Having no Idea what I was thinking at the time,
Desira began flailing away at me with the switch. She
struck me five times. I screamed loudly five times.
Dynamically speaking, the extra six inches on her
switch were surprisingly effective. She was meting out
more pain with each blow than Arline did in two.
Usually, when Arline beat me, after the first say
twenty or so blows, I had to force my yelling. With
Desira, I didn't need to fake it. I was experiencing
astounding pain and it was producing real, blood
curdling screams.
"This'll teach you to touch my ass, scum sucker."
She pounded me five more times. "And this is for
touching my breasts, weirdo." She pounded me five more
times. "And this is for looking at my cunt when you
walked in, you degenerate." She beat me ten more
times. "And this is for thinking you could fuck me on
our first date." She thrashed me fifteen more times
after saying that. Then she reached under me for my
dick. I was firmer than a frozen hot dog. It was
longer and twice as thick too. "And this is what you
get for being dumb enough to crawl into my lair." She
whacked me again, fifteen more times.
She climbed onto the bed, stuck her beautiful
vagina under my face and said "Eat me out scumbag. And
I want to be screaming as loud as you have been, or
you'll be screaming instead." With that, she cut loose
with the switch again.
I started munching. I began by licking the
outside of her vagina. Her pussy hairs felt soft and
downy. I noticed that some juices had already dripped
out of her vagina, soaking her leg. Apparently, she
had found the caning session to be as erotic as I had.
I promptly licked those juices up and continued
cleaning her hairs.
"Slam" went the switch. "Deeper scumbag," she
said.
I stuck my tongue inside her warm, moist, gooey
pussy. She was delicious. I began rimming the inside
of her vestibule (the entrance to the vagina.) She
moaned with appreciation.
Then "Slam" went the lash. "I'm not screaming
yet. Go deeper, sleazeball ," she said.
I went deeper and began to run the tip of my
tongue along the ridge that runs into her vagina from
the clitoris. Ambrosial fluids began leaking out onto
my tongue.
"Ohh" she said quietly, then "Mmmm" then "Slam."
"I'm not screaming yet. Go deeper dirt bag." she said.
I stuck my tongue in as deep as I could go. I
could feel the base of her G-spot pushing back on my
tongue. I continued thrusting my tongue in and out as
hard as I could. She began moving her hips back and
forth jamming her pubic area into my face and nose.
Liquor began squirting onto my chin and up my nose when
I inhaled. I lapped up all that I could of the
mouthwatering goo. She was beginning to climax.
"Slam" "Faster." "Slam, slam, slam" "faster" she
said breathlessly.
I continued licking faster, faster, faster.
Suddenly she began screaming a high pitched "ahha,
ahha, ahha, ahha." Faster, faster, faster, the sheets
were getting drenched. I just continued on and on and
on until quite some time later, she slowed down, and
then stopped.
"I knew you were a good kisser" she said smiling
and breathing heavily. Desira reached under me. I
still had a terrific woody. "Well I'm satisfied.
What's your pleasure? Oral? Anal? Vaginal? Manual?
Something different? I'm open to suggestion." She
said.
"Whatever you want, Mistress Desira." I said.
"Mistress Desira. God you're precious." She
said. "Say happy birthday Mistress Desira."
"Happy Birthday, Mistress Desira." I said.
"Thank You, mookie. You've really made this a
really happy birthday!" She said. Suddenly, Desira's
mouth dropped open. She became rigid as if she were
plaster and had suddenly set up. "Wait a minute,
Battle Green Park. That's where I've seen you, and
Melina. Arline too. You were on the internet."
I became nauseous. Desira had discovered my
deepest darkest secret. Had I not been bound
helplessly to the bed I would have tried to escape so
that I could hide in a remote corner of her dark
closet. I was certain that Desira would be throwing me
out like a moldy cantilope. Instead, she started
laughing hysterically until tears began forming in her
eyes. I was afraid she was going to fall off the bed.
She tried to talk, but for a while, she couldn't get
any words out. Finally, she said "What could you have
done that was so serious that Arline would put you
through that?"
"Arline was just being mean. She gets that way
sometimes. She blames me for deflowering Melina and
blames Melina for letting me do it. She started out
wanting to teach us a lesson at first, and just got
carried away. It was a long time ago and she claims
that that's why she's still doing it, but I think she
got off on it and now she enjoys doing those things to
us on a regular basis. She did it again today, the
pictures should be on the internet by now. Want to
see?"
Desira started laughing again. "God, I can't
believe I've actually met you. You're famous! Wait
until I tell Ardor about this. Let's check the
computer, pornography makes me hot."
"Aren't you going to massage the cramp in my love
muscle?" I said disheartened.
"Of course," said Desira. "But first, let's check
out the internet."
Desira released me from the restraints and turned
on her computer. She did a Google search on Battle
Green Park with the date and, as the man with the
expensive camera had promised, there were today's
pictures. Desira clicked on one of the videos. Desira's
jaw dropped as she watched it. Then she said "Arline
actually staked you both out spread eagle? That's a
fantasy of mine. What was it like?"
"It was humiliating, debasing, degrading and
painful." I said.
"But didn't you find it at all erotic?" she asked.
"No... Not really... Well... I have to admit, after
I gave this one person a blowjob, he reached under, and
jerked me off. It was one of the most fantastic
orgasms I've ever had. Also... This other man just
grabbed my dick and pulled on the skin... Just a few
times and I came almost immediately. I also had a few
anal orgasms. And... When Arline finally cut me free, I
had dug a hole in the earth with my hard-on, which I
must admit had stayed with me the entire morning.
Maybe it was slightly erotic. Oh my God, I'm getting
hard now just talking about it."
"What about Melina?" She asked.
"I don't think so, she cried the entire time. But
maybe there were a few times when I mistook her... You
really have to ask her." I answered.
I pointed out one of the thumbnails. Desira
clicked on it and it filled the screen. "Oh my God,
you really can count the hairs on her cunt," I said.
Desira and I clicked on every thumbnail. She was
highly supportive and made me comfortable while viewing
them by saying things like "Numbers! That's the
funniest thing I've ever seen" and "I wish that someone
would do that to me." and "He actually did that?
That's so hot." And "That guy with the knife. I can't
believe he actually asked her that. Do you think he
would have really done that?" and "A dog, what did that
feel like? Oh, mookie, I'm leaking."
Desira viewed the video of the man who kept
kicking us. I thought she was going to cry when she
saw him kicking Melina in the crotch. "The guy kicked
you, I didn't notice any bruises when you walked in.
Are there bruises?" she asked.
"It's too soon, I usually don't turn black and
blue until the next day." I said.
Desira examined my face carefully. Then she gave
me the once-over on my ribs. She poked me in the ribs.
"Does that hurt?" she said as I winced and said "oww".
She giggled. Her laughter sounded like a brook when it
passes over a branch or babbles over some stones. I
found it enticing.
"Do it again." I said without thinking. She did
it again. "Oww" I said. Although it was painful, the
laughter following it was calming, reassuring and
beautiful.
I considered having her do it again but then she
said "By the way, it doesn't take overnight for the
black and blue marks to show. I can see them quite
clearly on your face and ribs now. I hope Melina is
all right." Desira said.
I grew somber at the thought of Melina being hurt,
my face changed. "Don't worry, she'll recover. We
always do." Desira said, "You love your stepsister.
Don't you. I can see it in your face."
I began crying. I turned away from Desira hoping
to hide my tears, but they became too numerous and
Desira saw them falling from my face. "I think it's
quite commendable that you care for your step sister
that much. Ardor doesn't really give two shits about
me and he's my twin brother. He considers me a
liability and competes for Mother's attention. I think
he'd be happy if I died.
And I admire men who can cry when they feel sad.
I think it's stupid to hold your tears back." Desira
put her hand on my cheek, her arm on my shoulder and
gave me a gentle, platonic kiss. "She'll be okay,
really. Uh oh, where's your hard-on?"
End Part 51/56 Continued in part 52/56
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<2nd attachment, "War And Piece 52 of 56.txt" begin>
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 52/56
Summary: Our hero has a great time at a party.
Arline almost destroys it.
Keywords: b,g,bg,bd,ds,g/b,best,exhib,sm,drug,va,
rom,anal,oral,piv,
Passion, Desire And Ardor. (Part 2)
Desira was right, the release of emotion and tears
had caused my jimber to soften and shrink like a wilted
carrot. "Assume the position." Desira demanded.
I had no Idea what she was talking about. "Assume
the position." She said more forcefully. I still
had no Idea what she meant. "Stand up, worm dick."
I stood up. "Turn around." She demanded. I turned
around. "Now spread your legs, asswipe. Wider...
Wider... Wider." She demanded. I spread my legs
as wide as I could. It began to cause a good deal
of pain in my leg joints. "Now bend over and grab
your ankles, rat turd," she said loudly and coldly.
I did as she asked.
Desira set the computer on "slideshow" and it
began showing the photos and videos of our "outing"
automatically, one after another. "Now watch the
screen from between your legs while I give you ten hard
lashes. If you close your eyes or if I see you even
blink, we'll start the ten lashes over."
Desira slammed the lash into my rear end. "One"
she said. The stars I saw briefly obscured the
computer screen. She waited until the picture changed
and slammed me again. "Two" she said. My eyes began
drying out. She waited for the next picture, and then
she belted me again. "Three" she said. It began to
feel like someone had thrown sand in my eyes. "Four" ...
Five" At that point, it began to feel like someone
had poured acid into my eyes. I blinked.
Desira struck me again. "One" she said. ... "Two"
... ... "Six"... "Seven" My eyes were tearing. I was
unable to stand it any longer. I blinked again.
"Thwack." "One" She said.
This went on maybe six times. I lost count. My
body was beginning to ache from "assuming the
position." During that time, the longest I was able to
go without blinking was eight. Finally, Desira reached
between my legs. She smiled and said "I'm hot, you're
ready, let's fuck now."
Having the sensational erection that she had
produced, I acquiesced to oblige her.
Desira had fluids dripping down her legs. I asked
if she would consent to allowing me to quench my
thirst. "I'll do you one better." She said. "Lie
down." I lay down and Desira climbed on top of me and
spread her beautiful bush over my face. Then she
leaned forward and grabbed my dick into her mouth. As
I busied myself cleaning her charms she began slowly,
at first teasingly, giving me absolutely incredible
felatio.
Being in no hurry, I began to do a thorough job of
cleansing her delicious juicy vulva. Having been
stimulated by flailing me, her cunt hairs were already
wringing wet. They were flavorful, soft and fleecy. I
cleaned them fully. Then I began rimming the inner
ridges of her vagina. Meanwhile, Desira had begun
stuffing my entire dick into her mouth. She was
rubbing the trunk firmly with her lips, going up and
down, being careful not to place too much pressure on
the head, so as not to over stimulate me. It was
feeling superb but I wasn't tingling yet.
Having consumed all of the flavor from her outer
area, I began to concentrate my attention on the outer
tip of her clitoris. Next I began to work on the area
starting about one half inch inside of her vagina,
working from the tail end, across to her clit with my
tongue. As I continued to feast on the existing juice,
Desira began manufacturing more fluids and started
moving her hips back and forth, while pressing her bush
firmly onto my face. She was breathing heavily and had
begun uttering a kind of "Mmmm" sound. At the same
time, she was now squashing the front and back of my
penis between her tongue and the roof of her mouth,
while moving her head up and down and running her lips
firmly from one end of my penis to the other.
I had begun feeling the tingling sensation in my
penis and deep inside my asshole at my prostate gland.
Creamy liquids began flowing down my throat. She was
quenching my thirst fully (So to speak.) I sucked her
piss flaps into my mouth. I stuck my tongue as deep as
I could each time her pussy came down on my face and
let my tongue come to rest on her G-spot. Desira began
her high-pitched "Uhhu, uhhu, uhhu" sound.
Desira was maintaining a vacuum on my dick each
time her head pulled up. Then she would suck my dick
into the rear of her throat each time her head came
back down again. She stuck her finger into my asshole
and began poking at my prostate gland repeatedly.
I held off for as long as I could, but she was
just too hot to resist. After about ten minutes, my
cock exploded and released what must have been a huge
wad of ejaculate deep into her throat. Desira made
this swallowing motion and for the longest time I could
ever remember, I experienced nirvana. Desira collapsed
on top of me, making a sound like a siren winding down.
Kind of a "ohwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" sound.
After a short pause, Desira said "Again."
Having not moved from our position, we were
perfectly lined up for another round. I began licking
the spilled fluids from the outside of her vagina.
There was a lot of cleanup to do. Her hairs were
drenched again and the mouth of her vagina was oozing.
While I was doing this, Desira had placed my now rather
soft member into her mouth. She began compressing my
dick with her tongue squashing it between the roof of
her mouth, and her tongue, which she had wrapped around
it. Then she began to hum. I'd never heard that song
before, but I really loved the tune.
Maybe it was the abundance of delicious creamy
fluids, filled with her pheromones. Maybe it was
Desira's virtuoso playing of my skin flute. Maybe it
was the humming and I just fell prey to her siren's
song. Likely, it was all of those things, but
whatever the reason, it didn't take another
caning for Desira to reanimate my member, and it rose
again, ready for a second coming. (So to speak.)
I began to insert my tongue deep inside the
furthermost recesses of her fur pie, licking at the
fruits within. Desira was apparently still hot from
the session earlier. Soon, she got to the stage where
she was moving her hips back and forth forcing her
wonderful beaver into my face. She began producing
fluids, which were sloshing everywhere. There was
fluid pouring down my throat, splashing down my chin
dribbling onto my neck, even dripping down my nose. I
didn't care. She was yummy. Even more delicious than
Arline...
O H M Y G O D , A R L I N E , what was
going to happen to me if Arline found out that I had
enjoyed myself with Desira? For a brief moment, my
mind reeled as I contemplated the ramifications of my
actions. I drove the thought from my mind. I wasn't
going to let Arline spoil this one moment of ecstasy
for me the way she spoiled everything else for me. As
I was sure she would like to, and would do, if I let
her get inside my head. Arline wasn't here now, and I
was going to make sure she stayed out.
The revelation had lasted only a moment, but the
effect on my libido was profound. I could feel my
penis softening and beginning to shrink. Desira knew
something was wrong too. She bit down on my dick head
really hard, causing me pain. She began humming to
Chopin's "Funeral March." (Dum dum dadum dum dadum
dadum dadum.)
I focused all my intellectual force on my dick and
stuck my tongue deep into her vagina. I could feel her
bush pressing against my lips, her tongue rubbing
against the head of my dick, her teeth sharply biting
just below it, I felt her mouth creating suction, as
slowly, I began to rejuvenate. Desira responded by
humming the "Cavalry charge!" (Da da da dum dadum)
Then the "Notre Dame fight song." I almost lost it
when she began doing that, but it worked. Arline
didn't invade my brain again.
Meanwhile, the interlude had done nothing to
dampen Desira's fire. She was still grinding her
vagina into my face, and raining her elixir everywhere.
Soon, she stopped humming and began making her squeaky
"Uhhu, uhhu, uhhu" sound. I was patient. I continued
giving her deep tongue, and she continued grinding,
dripping and squeaking. This went on for quite a
while. I decided that I would not stop until either
she got off me or she ordered me to stop.
Not that there was anything unsatisfactory about
the way she had been blowing me up to that point, but
eventually she changed something, I'm not sure what. I
imagine it had something to do with her stuffing that
vibrating dildo deep into my ass. But there was more
and whatever it was, it caused a wave of intense
pleasure to pass through me. I suddenly and
unexpectedly came deep inside her throat, causing her
to cough. Desira rolled off me and started laughing.
"What?" I asked disconcertedly.
"Again," Desira said, still laughing.
Regrettably, after all of that day's sex, the
erotic moment had passed, when I reached down, I was
soft again. I pointed to my now flaccid penis. "No
problem." Desira said still laughing. Then her voice
dropped two octaves, became serious, uncaring and
insensitive. "Assume the position," she said.
I was drained. (In more ways than one.) Maybe it
was pheromones again. Maybe it was Desira's incredible
ass, stunning good looks and lustful energy. Maybe I'd
actually been disciplined enough times by Arline that I
didn't dare discourage Desira, but somehow I found the
strength to stand up again, bend over, grab my ankles,
and await my inspiration. Desira inspired me all
right; she hammered me in sets, ten strokes at a time.
After each set, Desira reached down and grabbed my
johnson. I didn't bother to count, but after maybe,
six or so sets, Winky began to respond.
It took another few sets until I was fully
inspired, but inspired I was. I got up, grabbed Desira
and threw her onto the bed. Then I got on top of her.
Having had quite a few orgasms already that day,
it took me forever to reach climax. During that time I
continued pumping, driving my dick deep into her honey
pot repeatedly. Desira responded by screaming in
ecstasy numerous times and releasing so much fluid,
that the sheets were drenched long before we were
finished.
Desira's orgasms seemed to be getting stronger and
stronger. Just when I was beginning to think that I
was going to be unable to climax, Desira had an orgasm
so strong that her vaginal muscles nearly kept me from
pulling back out. The tension on my penis was extreme,
almost painful. That was the stimulus I needed to
reach my zenith. I came, almost painfully, and
delivered yet another huge dose of protein, this time,
deep into her love nest.
I rolled off her and we both lay on the bed
panting. "You are taking the pill aren't you?" I
asked sheepishly.
"You're asking me now? You're kidding, right?"
She answered breathlessly. Desira didn't answer other
than to wink at me. I took that to be a sign that she
had that covered.
For a few minutes, we just lay there while we
caught our breath. Then Desira got up and said "Hey,
it's my birthday, we're missing the party." She ran
out of the room leaving me lying on the bed, my knees
weak. That day was a truly bi-polar experience, I was
down, then up, then down again, then up again, etc.
After Desira left, I was down again, but I'll
never forget that afternoon or Desira.
I went downstairs and wandered around the room
sampling all kinds of yummy foods and drinks and
flirting with all the naked people many of whom were
quite attractive. I recognized several of our
customers at the party, including Wilma, Velma and
Spence. Later, I found Desira talking to Melina about
her experience at the park.
When I got to them, Desira had just asked her the
question. Melina looked around for Arline. She was
comfortably out of earshot so Melina began talking.
"Well, mostly, I was more afraid than I was turned on,
but there were some moments, when to my surprise, I was
having some pretty intense and positive experiences. I
think that the uncertainty of not knowing what was
going to happen to us was quite... well... stimulating."
"What did you find to be the most stimulating
part," asked Desira.
"I'm more than a little embarrassed to admit that
after Arline left us there, alone, unprotected and
unguarded, to get the pliers from the van, I had some
of the strongest orgasms of the day. That man with the
knife, I didn't answer him because I was trying to
decide between my tit or my cunt. And when those boys
were cutting the ties loose after threatening to kidnap
me and take me to their clubhouse, while that guy was
fucking me ooooohhhhh... And afterward, when Arline let
all those gang members fuck me, all I could think about
was being in their clubhouse. Man, that was an
exhilarating and erotic twenty or so minutes. Yes, I
guess I did enjoy myself a little. Oh, and the dog
fucking me, and after he finished, he licked me clean,
nobody's ever done that to me before, and his tongue
reached deeper than anybody ever has."
"So why were you crying all that time?" asked
Desira.
"I did it partly as a masquerade for Arline, but
mostly for you mookie, I didn't want you to know I was
enjoying myself. I thought it would make you feel
insecure. I'm sorry if I deceived you mookie, I love
you and I don't want you to be hurt emotionally. You
forgive me don't you?"
I nodded yes.
Then Desira asked "How about the first time Arline
took you to the park. Were you crying for real then?"
Melina's face contorted. She paused for a moment
trying to compose herself, so that the words would come
out correctly. "Yes. I was really crying that time.
I was still pretty close to being a virgin. More or
less the only person who had ever explored my body was
mookie. I was scared. I was unprepared for what was
happening, and I was mortified." For a moment she
looked as if she was going to start crying. Then she
did.
At that moment, Arline looked our way. She came
over to us wearing an expression on her face that
looked as if she had just eaten something intensely
bitter. She had seen Melina talking to us and more
specifically talking to me, and she was not happy.
Arline dragged me over to the hatcheck girl and showed
her the claim check. When the woman brought the box
with our clothing, Arline took my collar and leash from
her bag, which was in the box, and put them on me.
And I was down again.
I was terribly embarrassed about the leash, but
when I looked around, I was surprised to find that I
wasn't the only one wearing one. There were children
and adults, men and women, and three dogs wearing them.
After that, I wasn't as depressed as I had been.
Arline kept me at arm's length, walking around the
party talking to people, eating, drinking and sampling
various foods and drugs from the tables. Whenever I'd
try to talk to someone, she'd pull on the leash and say
"heel," sharply.
After a while, Arline grabbed some downers, and
forced me to eat them. I swallowed them gratefully
with some wine she had with her, and in half an hour, I
was swirling through the room, tethered to Arline, who
continued, "yanking my chain." (So to speak.)
Arline found that attending to me was no easy
task. I kept walking erratically, in circles as she'd
attempt to lead me and I kept falling down. This
forced her to release my leash so that I would not
break my neck or choke on the collar. Frustrated,
Arline led me back to the drug table. She grabbed a
mirror, placed some white powder from one of the bowls
on it, and of all things, a one-hundred dollar bill,
which had been rolled up to form a small tube. She
told me to stick the bill into my nose and sniff in as
if I "was smelling a rose." I did, and as I did so,
she dragged the end of the tube across the mirror
causing one of the rows of the white powder to go up
the tube and into my nostril. Then she did the same
thing with the other nostril.
When I took the first dose in my nose, my nostril
burned from the powder. But before I'd taken the
second dose, the powder had caused that side of my nose
to become completely numb. It felt like there was a
hole in my face on that side. After I took the second
dose, it almost immediately began to feel as if part of
my face was missing, from the ridge of my brow to the
gums of my upper teeth. Then, in short order, the
world began swirling again. Not sideways, the way
downers usually affected me, but more of a front to
back sensation, and stable as if a gyroscope were
inside me, guiding me. I was no longer feeling off
balance. I remember feeling more steady, electric,
more alert and superior, but relaxed and calm.
And I was up again.
This new high suited me. I was ecstatic, and
euphoric. Arline would pull me along on the leash, and
I would start babbling to anyone who happened to be
nearby. "Heel" Arline would say, pulling on the leash.
I would smile idiotically, and return to her side, then
talk to the next person who wandered within earshot of
me. Whenever I did, Arline would pull on my leash and
exclaim to whomever she was talking to "I've created a
monster." I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I
could tell by the tone of her voice that I was being
insulted. I didn't care.
After a short while, the effects of the cocaine
would wear off and I would be walking erratically and
stumbling again. And I'd be down again. Arline would
bring me over to the drug table again and get me
another dose of the powder, and I'd be up again.
The evening continued like that the whole night.
"Heel," downers, "heel," cocaine, "heel," cocaine,
"heel," cocaine, "heel," cocaine, "heel," downers,
"heel," cocaine, "heel," coca... Up, down, babbling,
heeling. Actually, I had a great time. All too soon
however, the festive evening ended, as the sun came up.
Everybody went out to watch the sunrise, and then it
was time to leave.
And I was down again.
I didn't see Desira again until we left.
Passionata was standing by the exit, with Desira on one
side of her and Ardor on the other. They were both
wearing leashes, squatting on the floor, leaning on
their hands. I had to laugh when I saw someone's dog
near them. It had assumed the identical posture.
Desira turned to Passionata and said "May I tell him
goodbye, Mother? Passionata nodded approvingly. Will
he be invited again?" Desira asked. Passionata nodded
again. Desira stood up and gave me a long passionate,
juicy, deep tongue kiss and said "We'll be having a
birthday party again next year. You're invited. I
really hope you'll come." Then she sat back on her
haunches.
And I was up again.
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 53/56
Summary: Our hero is unable to perform for Arline
She punishes him for enjoying himself at the party.
Keywords: b,creampie,ws,g,F/b,bd,nc,elec,sad,tort,
viol,cbt,oral
Soft Porn.
Arline did not have a very good experience with
Ardor. She had taken several different drugs. She was
stoned on ups, downs and sideways. By that time Ardor
asked for her, she had her eye on someone else. But
after Passionata explained to her about their family
tradition (that Ardor could have anybody he wanted on
his birthday) Arline reluctantly agreed to go with him.
Ardor all but dragged Arline up to his room and
slapped her in the face several times. Then, ready or
not, he stuck his oversize shlong painfully into her
unmoistened, unstimulated, unprepared breadbox and
started pumping away. He came in less than a minute
and then he sprayed his gravy all over Arline's face
and hair. Arline called him a "cave man." She was not
happy.
Both Arline and I gad gotten bombed from all of
the drugs we had done. Arline drove home, weaving
haphazardly through traffic. She almost hit several
other cars, some signs, the median, some water or sand
filled barricades and the door to and back of our
garage. I understood then, why she was averse to
driving when she was stoned. I agreed. Arline was
smashed. It's lucky we all weren't. (So to speak.)
Driving home was the most scared I had been all
day. Hell, it was the most scared I'd been ever.
Arline had not brought a change of clothes for us, so
we had to ride home naked, with the cold, morning air
blowing on us through the open windows of the van.
Somehow, though, the memory of Desira kept me warm,
throughout the trip.
When we got home, Arline sent Melina to her
bedroom, explaining that she and I were going to have
sex together and for her not to come out of the room.
"Take a nap." She said. Then she brought me into her
bedroom and demanded that I suck her out.
I did the "piss/douche" thing that Arline always
demanded of me whenever someone she didn't appreciate
inseminated her, and then we took a shower where she
stuffed the hose up her snatch for a long while. She
was still quite stoned and she spread her legs apart
shamelessly, then she did that trick with the soap. I
pretended that it blew me away, even though I had seen
it quite a few times by now. Then she relaxed sitting
opposite me in a cross-legged position. After a few
minutes of silence she said, "You were gone a long time
with Desira. Tell me, what were you doing?"
Initially, Arline sounded like she was just
candidly making conversation. I told her "we were just
talking."
"Really?" said Arline crossly, "Passionata said
Desira could "have you." What did you two do all that
time?" Arline asked again.
I told Arline that I had only given Desira
cunnilingus and then we talked for a long while.
"What did you talk about for all that time?"
Arline asked sweetly.
"Nothing much," I said, "This and that. You know,
kid's stuff." I was having a hard time making things
up.
Arline's face grew ugly. "You're lying." Arline
screamed angrily. "I can see it in your eyes,
pokerface. That doesn't take up two hours. Besides
that, you even don't do kid's stuff. What were you
doing all that time?"
I figured I had better come clean. (We were
in the shower.) But I also knew I had better not
come completely clean or Arline might find out more
than I wanted her to know.
"Okay, you're right. Desira remembered me from
when I was on the internet at Battle Green Park. I
told her that we were there again today. We spent a
long time looking at the pictures that they took of us.
Then Desira asked me a little about my experience in
the park." I said.
Trying to change the topic I said, "By the way,
you knopw, you really can count the hairs on Melina.
"And what did you tell Desira about your
experience in the park?" Arline asked innocently.
"I said I found it humiliating, debasing,
degrading and painful." I had actually said that, so
it wasn't really a lie.
"You know, we viewed the pictures downstairs.
They didn't take more than thirty minutes. What were
you doing the rest of the time?" Asked Arline.
I tried changing the topic again. "Is that why
everybody was staring and pointing at me when I came
downstairs? What made them turn on the computer in the
first place...?" Suddenly I understood. "Mistress
Arline, how could you do that to us? Why would you
show those pictures in front of all those people?"
Arline started smiling. "Oh, mookie, don't be
embarrassed, everybody was impressed at how brave you
were, and at how you and Melina just resigned
yourselves to your fate. Several people said that they
were going to do that with their slaves. They're going
to notify me by email when the pictures become
available on the internet, so we can view them. We've
started a fad. You should be proud to be the first one
to do that. You are a trendsetter." Her face got
serious. "Now answer the question. What were you
doing the rest of the time?"
Arline appeared to be trying to get me to admit
that I had "squandered" my seed with Desira. I was
trying to disguise that fact, so I said. "She wanted
to beat me, so I let her beat me. That took a while.
Then after we viewed the pictures on the internet, she
said they had made her horny so she made me give her
cunnilingus again. That's all."
"And you? You didn't uh... relieve yourself with
Desira? She didn't... stimulate you at all? She didn't
help you get your rocks off? You didn't get to bust a
nut with her? You didn't blow your load with her?
Shoot your wad? Ejaculate?" Arline's voice got louder
and louder with each sentence. It was obvious that
Arline was trying to get me to admit that I had enjoyed
myself with Desira. I knew she'd be jealous, so I lied
again. "No, Mistress Arline, I never got off."
"Well, that's not what Desira said... She said you
had quite a good time. Three times with her! She said
you also had a good time in the park. Numerous times!
I'm very displeased that you would lie to me so
flagrantly." Arline's voice was soft and melodic on
the surface. But it was obvious from her demeanor that
internally, she was seething. I could tell that she
was very angry with me.
Basically, I was screwed, (So to speak.) and I
knew that. Eventually, Arline was going to beat me
mercilessly, not necessarily because I had lied to her,
though that certainly angered her, but because I had
enjoyed myself today, both with Desira and worse, I had
enjoyed myself in the park, which was supposed to be a
punishment. I hoped that she didn't know that Melina
had also enjoyed herself today in the park. I feared
that it might just send her over the edge.
Arline told me to get out of the shower and to get
two towels. "Two?" I asked.
"We're going into my bed. I don't want you
getting skin particles all over my sheets, so you're
going to have to dry off first." I went and got two
plush towels. Arline made me dry her off first then
she made me dry myself off. After I finished, she
brought me into her bedroom and had me lay face down on
her bed. Next, she placed the restraint cuffs on my
arms and legs, stretching me out tight. Then she sat
down on the bed and said "What to do? What to do? I
know, let's test the mettle." I didn't know what she
meant by that, but based on the way she said it; I knew
it wasn't going to be much fun.
Arline bolted off saying, "Don't go anywhere."
She liked saying that when I was tied up, she thought
it was funny. She returned in less than a minute,
carrying the cattle prod. "Let's see how well you
dance with your arms and legs all bound up." With
that, she touched the electrodes of the cattle prod to
one of the large muscles on my leg. This caused a
painful shock to reverberate through my leg. I
screamed and my knee jerked spontaneously causing my
ankle to pull painfully against the leather cuff.
"This is for enjoying yourself with Desira." She said.
Then she touched the prod to my other leg at the
point where the leg joins the buttock. This delivered
an even more painful shock to my leg, which caused
another scream and caused the entire leg to jerk
violently, straining against that leather cuff. With
that, I felt the long muscles in my leg strain as if
they'd been stretched too far. "And this is for
enjoying yourself with Desira the second time." Arline
said.
Next, Arline touched the electrodes to my buttock.
I screamed again, and my hip bent reflexively, putting
strain on both my ankles and my wrists. Arline
continued to touch the cattle prod to various locations
on my lower torso, concentrating on the crack of my ass
and my asshole. I continued to scream and
spontaneously convulse. "And this is for enjoying
yourself in the park." Suddenly Arline stopped and
said "I know what we need now, music."
She turned on the radio at full volume. Then she
tuned to a station, which played loud, new wave music,
the kind in which the singers scream loudly to what is
essentially a cacophony of guitar, drums and other
instrumental music. I might have enjoyed it were it
not for the fact that Arline began to shock me in time
to the beat. Each time she'd shock me, I'd scream and
my muscles would involuntarily jerk causing my arms or
legs or both to strain against the ropes, which bound
them. The shocks were quite painful and so was the
chafing that the stiff leather cuffs were inflicting on
my wrists and ankles.
Because the musicians were screaming so loudly
during the songs, when I screamed, I couldn't really
hear myself. As a result, there was no satisfaction to
my screaming and there was no release of psychic
energy. There was nothing but the pain and of course
the contorting of my body.
"You're dancing pretty good considering." Arline
paused for a minute while the music stopped between
songs. Then she said "hmm, something's missing here...
I know." Arline bent over grabbed my cock and balls
and pulled them out from underneath me so that they now
were showing between my legs.
When the music started again, Arline asked
sarcastically, "May I have this dance?" And without
waiting for a response from me, she began shocking me
again. This time, she started by placing the
electrodes fully on my dick. When she cut loose, it
was extremely painful. I screamed the loudest I had,
pretty much ever screamed. My body convulsed, arching
like a bow, as the ropes, which bound me were strained
to their limits. As one might expect, they held fast
and I did not get free.
Next, she triggered a shock after placing the
contacts directly on top of my testicles. When she did
that, I thought I was going to die. It was worse than
having my balls kicked. She continued shocking me all
over my body as she had been earlier, but this time she
was concentrating primarily on my testicles and my
penis. It hurt. At times, my entire body would
convulse, straining against my bonds, pulling my
muscles and wearing away the skin on my wrists and
ankles.
Suddenly Arline stopped. She paused for a minute.
Then she said "I'm sorry." I hoped that she had
relieved her frustrations by then, but instead she
exclaimed, "My mistake, this cattle prod is set to the
low setting. We can't have that. I'm going to have to
do this all over again." Arline slid the switch to
high and true to her word, did the entire set over
again. With the new setting, the reverberation from
the electric current was accompanied by a strong
burning sensation. This produced a new round of
intense pain. I screamed louder than I had before.
This time I could actually hear myself over the radio.
By the time she stopped, it was late in the
morning, I was out of breath, I was drenched in sweat,
all of my muscles ached and my wrists and ankles were
bleeding.
"Next time you're with somebody, maybe you won't
relieve yourself unless you ask me. You save your
hard-on for me. And next time we go to the park, and
someone offers you a hand, you call me. Understand?"
Apparently, I didn't respond soon enough. Arline
zapped me several more times on my balls. "Do you
understand?" She asked again slowly.
"Yes, Mistress Arline. I understand." I said.
"Go shower that sweat off of you. You're
disgusting. Then come back here. I'm not done with
you yet."
Arline released me and I went and showered then
dried off using the same towel I had used earlier.
Then I went back onto Arline's bedroom. Arline reached
down and grabbed my penis. It was completely flaccid.
"Look at you, you're useless. This is what happens
when you fritter away your sexual energy on other
people. Assume the position."
I looked at Arline questioningly.
"Haven't you learned anything today? Assume the
position." Arline said.
Obviously, Desira had given Arline a full report.
I bent over and grabbed my ankles.
Arline grabbed the switch and began thrashing me.
Without the added energy of the extra six inches that
Passionata's switch had, (the one Desira had used on
me.) Arline's lash seemed inoffensive, impotent and
almost painless. I screamed trying to appease Arline
but my dick just wouldn't cooperate. Arline was right.
I had expended all of my libidinal energy on Desira and
those people in the park, and I had nothing left for
Arline.
Arline struck me countless times, but to no avail.
After numerous orgasms in the park, repeated sex with
Desira, a night without sleep, and being no longer
stoned on coke, I was wasted, and useless. Arline
finally gave up when she could find no spot on my ass
that wasn't red and bruised.
"Well, maybe I won't get inseminated today, but
I'll be damned if I don't get satisfied. Get on the
bed, you pussy fart." Said Arline.
I lay down and Arline sat on top of me. It was
not particularly enjoyable because she had rinsed the
flavor away, and there was nothing to enjoy. Knowing
that Arline wouldn't let me rest until she got what she
wanted, I gave her what she wanted.
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 54/56
Summary: This is the less depressing ending which I
wrote for this novel. I won't spoil it with details.
Keywords: b,g,tragic
The Alternate Ending (Part 1)
The following is an alternate ending. I was
greatly saddened by the actual ending, which I had
written for this novel. It is terribly depressing. Nevertheless, I was unable to imagine a completely
happy outcome for this novel. So while my
characters do not "Live happily ever after," per
se, it does end more positively than the original
ending which I wrote. I hope that this ending will
at least leave you with hope for the characters
whose lives I have vicariously lived and then
destroyed.
We Are Saved.
One day, a man came to our door; his faded clothes
were threadbare, wrinkled and tattered. He had a long
gray beard, long, graying hair and dark, weathered
skin. He smelled bad. He smiled at me with missing
teeth.
At first, I thought he was some homeless person
that Arline had invited to the house but there was a
reassuring twinkle in his eye. He held his arms out to
hug me and started crying. For a few moments, I was
put off by this disreputable gentleman. Then, suddenly
I recognized... my father. The past months had not been
kind to him; he appeared twenty years older than he had
been when he left.
I reached out and ran into his open arms. I
started crying. For a few moments, we both just stood
there hugging and crying. I was speechless.
Arline came to the door. "What do you want?"
She said, nastily, and then suddenly, "O H M Y
G O D , " then she started crying. "Melina"
Arline said, "Your father's home."
"Who?" asked Melina.
"Come here, now." Said Arline.
Melina ran to the door, naked as a jaybird. If my
father hadn't had such a long beard, I probably would
have been ashamed by the shocked face he made when he
saw her, but as it was, I could not see the look of awe
and bewilderment he was wearing. An eternity of
silence followed as my father stared at Melina in
disbelief. Melina turned red and then she placed her
hands over her private parts in an effort to cover
herself up. Then Melina started crying.
Arline joined in the hug my father and I were
having. Melina stood her distance, but my father
gestured for her to join the hug. His arms reached
around us all including Melina in the hug, embracing
her discretely around her shoulders.
So there we were, the four of us standing at
the front door, hugging and crying.
After we went inside the house, Melina went to put
some clothing on. Unfortunately the people in the park
had destroyed, the only normal clothing she had that
still fit. The only other thing she could wear was her
leather glove. The glove was now so tight that it
concealed virtually nothing. All of her maturing
pubescent features stood out so prominently, she might
as well not have bothered to put it on. She came
bounding merrily into the living room, where we had
assembled. My father eyed her apprehensively. He was
more comfortable seeing her dressed, but it was obvious
he was still quite disconcerted by her attire. My
father was a very proper gentleman. Melina, even
wearing the glove, was rather a poke in the eye for
him.
After a while, my father told us his story. He
had actually been "lost at sea." His boat had sunk and
he and most of his crew were found floating in the
ocean three days later by another fishing boat. They
transported him to their hometown of Balfate Honduras.
Balfate was a small town in Central America, Its
people were very poor. My father found work on a
fishing boat, but the job paid the equivalent of only a
few dollars a day. As a result, he had to work for
months, to earn enough money to buy his fare back home.
That's why it took him so long to return. My father
took out a scrap of paper he had carried with him
since he had left our home on the ill-fated voyage.
It was a photograph of the four of us, smiling, at
an amusement park; we had gone there just after my
father and Arline got married, on their honeymoon.
Like his clothing, the photograph was wrinkled,
tattered, worn and faded.
"I looked at this photo of us every day." He
said, crying. "It was the only thing that kept me
going in Balfate. Because the wages were so low, I had
to starve myself, eating nothing but the bitter trash
fish that they couldn't sell. If I had spent my money
on food, there would have been none left for my fare
home." My father passed the photo around and then he
looked up.
My father looked at the walls and said "I see
you've taken pho..." He stopped in mid sentence with his
mouth open. On the wall were the framed photos, from
the internet, that had been taken at Battle Green Park.
For a few seconds, he stood there, his eyes and
mouth open. For a moment he seemed unsure of what he
was looking at. After he recovered from the shock, he
yelled, "What is the meaning of this?"
Nobody answered him. We were frozen, unable to
move except to turn our heads away from him so as not
to lock eyes with him.
"Somebody say something." My father said loudly.
"How can you explain such a thing?" I wondered.
I wasn't going to be the person to have to explain the
madness that had gripped Arline following his apparent
demise. No words are capable of explaining away the
horrors that had ensued following his disappearance.
Arline was the first to speak. "They're trick
photos darling; you take a picture and replace the head
of someone in the picture. You do it on the computer."
She said in desperation. "You know. They're a joke."
Melina and I sat there in disbelief. My father
watched the expression on our faces as Arline spoke.
"Is that what they are?" he asked us directly.
Neither Melina nor I answered. We both turned
away from him and began crying synchronously, and in
harmony. My father sat down and put his hand on his
forehead. We sat in silence for an interminable
period.
Finally, one by one, my father removed all of the
pictures from the wall and threw them in the trashcan.
"They're not very funny," he said. It was obvious that
he didn't believe Arline, but had decided not to press
the issue.
"So what have you guys been doing since the last
time we were together?" my father said, trying to
change the subject. Once again the Arline, Melina and
I turned away trying to avert my father's gaze.
What can you say? The story is horrendous, not to
mention humiliating. Once again, there was silence as
the three of us attempted to find a description for our
activities that would be acceptable to him. There was
none. Our actions were unthinkable, outrageous,
inexcusable, and despite the fact that we were
unwilling participants in it, Melina and I felt
responsible.
Recognizing that everybody was uncomfortable
discussing our activities of the past few months my
father again tried to change the subject. "So tell me,
what grade are you two in?"
The tension was tighter than a guitar string.
Once again, my father had unwittingly succeeded in
poking a stick in our wounds. I hung my head as I
thought about how the pictures from the internet were
probably circulating through the fifth grade, now that
school had started. The other kids used to pick on me
and laugh at me before this summer started. I could
only imagine what they were saying about me now.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I thought
about the names that they would be calling me if I
ever dared to show my face. Arline finally broke
the silence. "I was planning to home school them
this year darling." She said.
My father looked worried. He didn't know exactly
what had transpired, nor could he ever in his wildest
dreams have imagined what had happened while he was
gone, but he was wise enough to recognize that whatever
it was, it was probably bad. "Let's go sit out in the
back yard," he said finally.
God, my father had delivered yet another
unintentional poke with that stick. Arline flinched
visibly as she thought about the guy with the gun, she
looked as if she was going to puke. The grass hadn't
yet grown back over the spot where we had buried him.
My father surely was going to notice the void within
the pristine, immaculately maintained lawn he had left
before his trip.
I closed my eyes as I realized that an entire
lifetime of misery and strife had passed in the three
or so months since my father had disappeared. "How
could he have done this to us?" I wondered. I became
angry with him. I opened my mouth to scream at him, I
had a million and one nasty things to say to him, but
just as I was about to speak, I realized that he was
not to blame. Arline was.
I looked over at Arline. My eyes narrowed as the
anger welled up in my throat. I could feel my blood
pressure raising, as my heart began pounding inside,
attempting to jump out of my chest and wrap itself
around Arline's neck. And all that time, the fountain
of tears kept running. I opened my mouth to deliver
the truth to my father, but the words would not come
out. I looked at Melina. She was staring blankly at a
spot on the wall where Arline had placed a particularly
embarrassing photograph of her. She had long ago
disconnected herself from the conversation. She looked
utterly beyond destroyed. Like a Roman ruin.
Recognizing that he'd accidently stepped in yet
another pile of excrement, my father said "How about we
have dinner. What are we having for dinner tonight?"
That did not go over well either. Melina and I both
brought our eyes up to the ceiling. Not for lack of
trying, my father certainly wasn't making this reunion
easy. "Well, how about if we go out to eat?" he said
finally.
Everybody nodded approvingly. My father said
"Great, let's go out to eat. Melina, don't you have
anything else to wear?" When he looked at the
expression on Melina's face he gulped and said "That
will be just fine, Melina. Where shall we go?"
Arline suggested a fancy French restaurant. I'm
sure she understood that a fancy restaurant would never
allow Melina inside, wearing her glove. My father
looked at Arline with the proverbial daggers. He
hadn't entirely figured out what had happened since
he'd left, but he was beginning to understand.
There was great concern in his eyes as he contemplated
our situation.
"I know," he said, "Let's go have Chinese."
Everybody nodded. He said "I need a bath, and a
change of clothes. You guys get ready, okay?" We all
nodded again. My father went over to the bathroom and
tried to lock the door. He was not a man who was
comfortable bathing with an audience. He closed the
door as best he could and started the shower.
Arline, Melina and I were still sitting in the
living room. Arline said "Thank you for not saying
anything about what has happened in our lives since he
left.
My eyes got cold. "I'm going to tell him
everything." I said, "Just as soon as I figure out how
to say it without hurting him."
A combination of intense contempt and "or else"
swept over Arline's face. "I wouldn't do that if I
were you." Arline said. "Remember who's going to be
driving you home after the dance tonight. One of these
days, soon, your father will be going to go back to
work and guess who'll be caring for you then?"
I smiled defiantly, "Now that he's back, they
won't send me to a foster home. Just wait until he
hears about all of the things you've done to us. He's
going to throw you out onto the street. And he's
probably going to call the cops. And they're going to
come here, and put you in jail. And I'll be glad.
I'll come visit you there, just so that I can laugh at
your misery."
Arline grabbed my arm and started pulling me into
my room. Then, she must have heard the shower and
realized that my father would come as soon as he heard
me scream. She let me go and started crying. "I
thought you loved me. You do, don't you? You don't
want to cause trouble for your dear mother, do you?
You know I didn't intend to be mean to you, I just
wanted you to grow up straight. I did my best to bring
you up right, didn't I? It was all part of the
training, you know."
I guess I wanted to believe it. The next thing I
knew, I was eating the shit she was dishing out, as if
it was my dinner. (So to speak.) I also started
crying. "I'm sorry Mistress Arline." I blubbered, "I
know it was my fault. I caused you to be so strict
with me. I should have been more obedient."
It must have been her tears. I couldn't believe
that I was saying what I was saying, but somehow my
mouth just kept forgiving her, even though my brain
wanted to condemn her and my hands wanted to rip her
throat out.
I felt a tremendous rush, like the ones you get
when you take too many downs. The room darkened, and
then turned black. The next thing I knew, I was on the
floor. Arline was giving me CPR again. My father was
standing over us, thanking Arline for bringing me back
to life. He had shaved his beard. I was very
confused.
My father suggested we go to the hospital, but
Arline explained that it was probably just an anxiety
attack from all the excitement of having my dad back.
"Well, you're the nurse." He said.
"He's fine now. Let's go have that dinner, shall
we?" Said Arline.
"All right then, everybody in the van, let's
celebrate my coming home." Yelled my father
jubilantly.
Melina and I got into the van and sat in the back
seat facing the rear doors. "What are you sitting back
there for?" My father asked. "Bernhard, you sit up
front with me. Melina, you sit in the middle row with
your mother." I remembered the last times we had been
in the van, hadn't worked out so well for Melina and
me. We drove to the restaurant, and were seated.
That was when I noticed that Melina hadn't said a
word since my father had gotten back home. She looked
like a cloud was enveloping her. She hardly responded
when people spoke. Her eyes appeared not to be
focusing properly, and generally, she appeared to be
staring out into space. When my father asked her what
she wanted for dinner, she just pointed to an item on
the menu. It was a chicken dish. Melina hated
chicken. When the waiter asked what we wanted to
drink, Melina didn't answer. My father finally ordered
her a cola. Melina hated cola too. She didn't react.
I started to become apprehensive. I wanted to ask
Melina if she was all right, but I was afraid to
violate my oath to Arline. I decided to have my father
do it. I whispered to him that I knew Melina hated
chicken, and told him to ask her if there was something
else, that she might want.
The menus were gone, when he asked Melina if
perhaps she might want to order something else, she
just shook her head, "no."
"Maybe she actually wants chicken tonight," my
father suggested.
"Please father," I pleaded quietly, "make her talk
to you, I think something's wrong."
"So, what do you do in your spare time?" He asked
Melina.
Oh, my God. Of course, Melina wasn't going to
talk to him, She did nothing all day long, except fuck
people and wait, tied up, in bed, for the next person
to come and fuck her. What could she possibly talk to
my father about?
To my surprise, Melina opened her mouth and
started talking. "Mostly," she said, "I do nothing all
day long except fuck people and wait, tied up in bed,
for the next person to come and fuck me." Melina gave
a beautiful smile and then she added, "I also give a
lot of blowjobs. It's the same thing that mookie does;
only he doesn't have a cunt to work with." Melina
smiled again, and then she began crying.
Arline turned red. "Melina must not be feeling
well. She has a vivid imagination and a dirty mouth.
I can't imagine why she is saying that. She must just
want attention."
My father sat, dumbfounded. Without his beard,
you could read his face from a mile away. His
expression was a mixture of incredulity, disgust and
disquiet. He paused, for at least a minute, trembling,
while trying to compose himself. Finally, he turned to
me. "Is this true?" He asked me, choking, in
disbelief.
Based upon the next expression on his face, he
already realized the truth. I was crying. I turned
away from him but it was too late, he had perceived the
answer. It showed clearly on my pokerface. I can
still remember the look on his face that followed.
For some reason, I felt responsible for having
hurt him. Don't ask me why. The universe stopped
moving as silence engulfed our table. The waiters
came, dropped off our food and left. We sat there
frozen. Nobody ate anything, our food got cold.
Someone observing us might have thought we were a
sculpture. At last, my father took some bills out from
his wallet and dropped them on the table. "Was there
something wrong with the food sir?" Asked, one waiter.
"Guess we weren't that hungry. I have a bitter
taste in my mouth." My father answered absently.
"Do you want a doggy bag?" Asked the waiter.
"No thank you. We don't want to take this home
with us." Answered my father.
We drove home in silence. My father turned on the
radiator, but it did little to warm the mood in the
van. Everybody was crying except for Arline. She was
huddled in the middle seat as far to the left side as
she could get, without hurting herself. Melina was on
the extreme other side of the seat from Arline. Her
lips were moving as if she was speaking to somebody,
but no sound was coming out. I was in the front seat
on the passenger's side, wishing I could melt into the
space between the bench and the backrest. My father
was driving. He looked as though he had aged another
twenty years since we had walked into the restaurant.
When we got back to the house, my father said the
first words anybody had spoken since we had left the
restaurant. "Let's all go to sleep, I'm sure things
will look better in the morning."
Melina went to her room in silence. I was
terribly worried about her, she didn't look right.
My father went into the parlor to sleep. It was
dark in there. He lay down and fell into a deep sleep.
Arline went to her room. I don't know what
happened to her after that.
They say that things always look brighter in the
light of day. I was sure that daylight was only going
to show the devastation of our lives in greater detail.
Like a rotting corpse in a room at night, it smells
terrible. But when the sun comes up, it smells
terrible and looks even worse.
I went to my room and lay in my bed. I was up all
night. I was not optimistic.
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 55/56
Summary: This is the less depressing ending which I
wrote for this novel. I won't spoil it with details.
Keywords: b,g,rom,tragic
The Alternate Ending (Part 2)
The light of day did nothing to cheer everybody
up. In the first place, it was windy, cold and stormy,
so we were already off to a bad start. In the second
place, my father had woken up in the parlor. The light
of day showed it to be the dungeon of horrors that it
had been.
After my father had "slept on it" overnight, he
arrived at the conclusion that something terrible had
happened to us, while he was gone. So terrible, that
even though it was screaming out to be heard, nobody
was willing to talk about it. He called a family
meeting in the living room.
We called Melina but she did not come to the
room. My father went to her room to get her. When he
knocked on the door, Melina invited him in. He
opened the door, and there she was, lying in bed,
naked, her legs spread apart, her arms open, and
wearing the mask of the "well-practiced smile" that she
used for display to her customers. The one Arline had
taught her to use when her clients came "calling."
He turned away from Melina, staring at a vacant
spot on the wall. His knees gave way causing him to
droop and almost fall down. Then he gently said to
Melina, "Put your clothes on, we're having a family
meeting in the living room."
He stumbled back into the living room alone,
broken and in tears. He looked as though he had just
returned from the Crusades. There was an aura of
disillusionment, discouragement and defeat. He was
wearing an expression of great pain as though his heart
and soul had been ripped from his chest.
My father turned to Arline. "What has been going
on since I left here? I left you in charge of the
household. You were supposed to take care of the kids.
What has happened that has painted everything so dark?"
Arline put on her "butter wouldn't melt in her
mouth" expression. "Everything's been fine since you
left, honey, we've just had a little trouble adjusting
to your absence, that's all. We were all so sad when
we thought you had died." Then she smiled innocently.
If I didn't know better, based on the way she was
now pronouncing her words, I would have thought she was
a Southern Belle.
My father shook his head, "No." "Arline, things
have not been fine here." He said, "There's been a
tempest blown through here. It's plainly visible like
a coating of mud after a flood. Tell me the truth.
Or do I have to ask the children? They'll tell me, you
know. I want you to tell me the truth. What has
happened here?"
Arline was still smiling innocently; "Go ahead,"
she said, "go ask the kids, they'll tell you."
"My God," I realized, she really was speaking with
a southern accent. That was quite strange because we
lived near Boston and she was from Eastern Europe.
Then my father said "I'm afraid that Melina has
already told me. I just pray to God that it wasn't as
serious as all that, but now, I'm pretty sure it was."
"Honey, you can't believe Melina, she's a
pathological liar, half the time she doesn't know what
she is saying, and the other half of the time, she's
making it up." Said Arline.
Tears were welling up in my father's eyes as he
turned to me. "Bernhard, for God's sake, please tell
me that Melina was lying last night."
I began crying myself. "I'm sorry father, Melina
was telling the truth, and that's only the tip of the
iceberg."
My father kind of crumbled into a chair "What do
you mean?" He asked. "How could anything be worse
than that?"
By then, Melina had dressed, and sat down in the
room. Slowly I gave an accounting of all the things,
which had transpired since he had left. Every so
often, my father would look incredulously over at
Melina for confirmation of what I was saying. Melina
would nod her head and my father would cringe and
appear to sink deeper into the chair in which he was
sitting. He looked like he was shrinking. His face
was so sad. I was dying inside. It was killing me to
have to tell him these things. But once the first
thread of truth began coming undone, the entire garment
had to unravel or my soul would not be set free.
As the story unfolded, a look of disbelief began
to appear on my father's face. Obviously, the more
intense the story became the more unbelievable it
became. He was finding it impossible to imagine let
alone believe what I was saying. As I watched his face
I realized that he was being overwhelmed by what I was
saying and in an effort to cope with an otherwise
tortuous understanding, he was instead "writing it
off," as some childish attempt to gain his sympathy.
When I got to the part about the park, he finally stood
up and roared "Enough, enough. No more lies."
"Father," I sobbed, "you saw the pictures on the
wall. They're from the internet. I can show you.
Father, please, let me show you."
"Show me." He said angrily.
The computer was already on. I did a search on
"Battle Green Park." I knew my father was going to be
torn up by the photos, but at that point, I had to let
the monster run free, no matter what it was going to
destroy.
I picked one of the movies the man with the
expensive camera had taken. It was of me, giving a
blowjob to one guy, while being sodomized by another.
The guy who took the pictures walked around and around
me, taking pictures from every angle. The photos were
so clear you could read the expression on my face. As
he walked around you could clearly make out Melina and
Arline in the background.
As if the ice beneath his feet had fractured, my
father's awareness suddenly plunged through the floe,
into a fetid sewer of cold, ugly reality. He slumped
into his chair like wet mortar. "Stop it. Please stop
it. Turn it off." He cried. "Arline, they're
children. How could you have done all of this to them?
To your daughter? To my son?"
Arline looked surprised. She obviously didn't
expect my father to believe us. "They needed to be
taught a lesson." She said slowly. "I was just
disciplining them like any good parent should do. You
don't know how wretched these children are. It was
just a punishment. There's no harm in that."
For a moment, I was scared for Arline. But
instead of choking at her to death, as I wished he had
done, as he probably should have done, his face
softened and he said "Arline, I think you need some
help. I think everybody needs help now. Let's call
some professionals and get this mess cleaned up."
Nobody said anything for a while. Arline was the
first to speak. "Darling, if you call a social worker
about this, they might think it was some kind of child
abuse. They'll have to report it to the authorities,
and I might have to go to jail."
"Then I'll miss you, Arline," said my father,
"but the children come first, and they need help now.
Bernhard cringes whenever I talk loudly or move
unexpectedly. Look at your daughter Arline, she's
devastated. They've been damaged. I love you Arline.
I suppose I always will. And I'll come see you on
visitor's days, but something has to be done for them,
right now."
"I'll run away then. That's what I'll do, I'll
run away." Said Arline.
"Maybe you should do that, Arline, I don't think
the future looks very good if you stay here."
"I'll take Melina with me, mookie will cry.
You'll be sorry. That whiner won't give you a moment's
peace."
"Melina's my daughter now. If she wants to go
with you, she can go with my blessing, but if she wants
to stay here, I won't let you take her."
Suddenly, I was not so sure I wanted to go through
with it. I had already given Melina up once; I didn't
want to go through it again. "Wait," I said, "I love
Melina. Father, please don't let her leave."
My father turned to me and said "Son, 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."
I wanted to puke, that's what I'd said the first
time I let Melina go, the time I made a deal with
Arline to forsake her. I was sure I didn't want to go
through that again, even if it was "the right thing to
do."
"Father, I've traveled down this road already.
It winds up in a terrible place. Please father, don't
do this," I said.
"I'm sorry son, I don't think you understand
how broken you are. You need help, whether you real-
ize it or not. We have to put the shattered pieces of
your life back together, and it's probably going to
hurt. Forgive me son, but sometimes I have to make
sacrifices for the ideals that are important to me.
Even if it means giving up the things I love the
most."
"It's my life father, let me decide." I said.
My father began crying again. "Bernhard,
you're only eleven years old. I'm sorry; I can't leave
this in your hands."
Arline went into her bedroom and began packing.
When she came out, she had a small suitcase. She
looked very angry. "Melina," she said, "we're
leaving."
Melina sat where she was, and appeared to be
thinking. A ray of hope flashed through my mind. She
appeared to be deciding whether to go or to stay. She
kept looking from Arline, to me then to Arline again,
then back at me. She began shaking. "I... I want...
to... to stay here, with... mookie." she said at last,
hesitantly.
Based on the sound of her voice and the trem-
bling, I realized that she was really scared of what
Arline was going to do. Sure enough, Arline whirled
around, slapped her across the face, grabbed her by
the hand, and pulled her out of her seat, bellowing,
"I said we're leaving." She began dragging Melina
toward the door.
I stood up. I grabbed Melina's other hand.
For a moment, there was a tug of war as Arline and I
just about tore Melina in half. Then, my father said
"Bernhard, let her go, you're going to hurt her." I
wasn't convinced, but I released her. Then my father
said "Arline, if you take her now, I'm going to call
the police. You won't make it out of town before they
stop you."
Arline continued toward the door saying, "They
won't stop me, she's my daughter too, you know." Then
she left.
My father called nine-one-one. He told the man
who answered that Arline was kidnapping his daughter.
When he told the man that Arline was Melina's mother,
the police officer said he couldn't stop her if Arline
was her mother. My father gave the officer the address
of the website where the officer found one of the
videos of Arline dragging Melina by her hair,
screaming, naked into the park. After a moment, the
officer said "One of our units has just spotted your
car on a road leaving town. We are in pursuit."
A few minutes later, a police officer called
back. The suitcase Arline had taken contained more than
fifty thousand dollars. Arline had tried to bribe the
officer who stopped her. She was now in custody. The
judge denied her bail due to her being a flight risk.
The police officer said Child Protection Services was
processing Melina, and that they would finish with her
soon. They said my father could have her back as soon
as they completed the paperwork. We drove down to the
station.
When we got there, Melina was sitting on a
bench. Seated next to her was, of all people, "the
cop." Melina seemed calm and at ease. To look at her,
you wouldn't think that they had just rescued her from
a cave-in at a coal mine. After repeated visits to the
house, "The cop," had become Melina's good friend.
Besides having no proof, I didn't want to get Melina's
friend in trouble, so I kept our dirty little secret.
I figured that if Melina had wanted to tell somebody
about it, she would have. Apparently, she didn't want
to. I was okay with that.
My father called an agency about getting
counseling that day. After hearing about our plight,
they cleared their schedule for the afternoon and both
Melina and I got a thorough going over as they
administered a battery of tests to determine the depth
of our despondency.
To my great dismay, they took Melina away and
put her in a mental hospital. They placed her in a
special ward for children. I guess there must be
other children with problems as severe as hers. They
said she appeared to be too damaged, emotionally to be
helped without constant professional supervision.
I miss her dearly, and try to see her whenever
I can. Unfortunately, the few visiting days at the
hospital coincide with the few visiting days at the
Correctional Institution where Arline is interned. My
father and I have to split our time between them both.
It's been a year since my father returned. I
am writing this book in an attempt to come to terms
with the abominations that I have experienced. Many
repressed memories have revealed themselves through
the writing of this diary. Nowadays, I have many
happy times. In retrospect, I don't remember many
times when I was truly happy under the Arline dynasty.
They say I have an excellent chance of making a com-
plete recovery.
Unfortunately, Melina will take more time to
recover, due to her breakdown. They say, though, that
because she is young, her prognosis is good too.
They're going to try electroshock therapy on her. I
wonder what Wilma and Velma would think of that. At
this time, they have taken her off suicide watch, and
removed her from the padded cell in which they had
originally placed her. They feel she is no longer a
danger to herself.
They brought Arline to trial. The district
attorney had no trouble getting a conviction based on
my testimony and the photos from the internet. She got
a sentence of not less than fifteen years for the abuse
charges and two years for attempted bribery. In
addition, the police dug up the body of "the guy with
the gun." She got twenty years to life for that. With
good behavior, she might be out by the time she is
sixty.
She's currently in jail being somebody's bitch.
She is frequently beaten, and forced to have sex with
whoever will pay for her, by her larger, stronger and
meaner "lifer" cellmate.
The irony of Arline's plight has not escaped
me, but my anger at her has passed. When I think
about her situation in jail, I feel sorry for her. My
father brings me along when he goes to visit her.
While we don't get all "warm and fuzzy," I don't laugh
at her misery either. I once loved her, and now I
have nothing but compassion for her. I know how she
must be feeling.
My father destroyed all of Arline's parapher-
nalia; nevertheless, the house still carries many
unhappy memories for me. Perhaps, some day, if I be-
come rich, I will buy my father a new home. Then I
will bulldoze this house to the ground, the way Forest
Gump did to Jennie's father's house in the movie.
The company for which my father worked, had an
insurance policy which paid him twenty-four/seven
overtime for all of the months he was lost at sea.
Plus, the police gave us the money Arline had with her
when they caught her. It amounts to a tidy sum.
In view of my infamy at school, my father has
decided to spend the money on private tutoring for me.
I am learning quickly and am way ahead of my peers at
school. I've been feeling better about myself lately.
There are still many hurtles for me to jump, but I am
optimistic for the future.
Last week, I got a letter from Desira, inviting
me to her thirteenth birthday party. My shrink doesn't
think I should go at all. My father says I can go, but
he wants to chaperone me. Despite the fact that I
would really love to see her again, I probably will not
attend. My father forwarded a letter on the same
stationary as the invitation, to Arline. I imagine she
will not be attending either.
My soul feels as though it has been dragged
through a river of broken bottles. My wounds have
healed now and though the bottles left many scars in
their wake, I am ready to complete the journey of my
life with renewed courage and strength. From time to
time, splinters of the glass poke out through my skin
and need to be reckoned with. I am now capable of
removing them myself and when needed, placing an
adhesive bandage over the holes until they are fully
healed.
In retrospect, the sexual abuse I received does
not seem to have caused even a fraction of the emo-
tional damage that the physical and mental abuse which
Arline inflicted upon me did. There are many ways in
which I feel It broadened my horrizons. I'm not sure
my shrink feels the same way however. We tend to spend
many of our sessions debating this issue.
I'm looking forward to the day when Melina is
well enough to be released from her institution and we
can be together again. Some day, I hope to marry her,
I know we will make each other happy.
The end.
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 56/56
Summary: This is the original ending which I wrote
for this novel. I won't spoil it with details
other than to say it is devistatingly bleak.
Keywords: b,g,F/b,caution,viol,tragic
The Other Ending.
Note. This chapter must contain the following
advisory. The events depicted in this chapter
are extremely tragic. If you are depressed,
despondent, downhearted, in the pits or
suicidal I recommend that you put this book
down now, and not complete this final chapter.
It is not going to make you optimistic,
hopeful, and lighthearted, make you feel like
you're flying high or encourage a love of life.
Reader discretion is therefore highly advised,
and for many unhappy individuals, it is
strongly recommended. .
Further This chapter contains no descriptions
of sexual events and therefore has no lewd,
depraved, licentious or provocative contents.
As a result, the following may be unsuitable or
boring for some reading audiences; reader
discretion is therefore highly advised.
The End.
One day it occurred to me that while my oath to
Arline did not allow me to talk to Melina; nothing had
ever been said about writing to her. I hurried to the
drawer in the living room where my father had kept the
pens. Apparently, Arline had anticipated my action and
had hidden all the pens. My brain switched into gear.
I looked for some ink and finding none, I decided that
I would write my note in blood. I looked in another
drawer and found a pin. I realized that if Arline
didn't catch me writing the letter I still ran the risk
that Melina might think one of her deviant clients had
written the note and throw it away without reading it,
but I had to try.
It wasn't easy. I could only write part of a
single letter at a time with the tiny amount of blood
that a pin could hold. Plus, I had to stab myself many
times to get enough blood for the task. It was a
difficult, long and painful experience, but in the end,
I had my letter. I kept it short so I wouldn't bleed
to death while writing it. Here's what I wrote:
Dear Mel,
I'm sorry. Arline made me forsake you.
She promised never to hurt you again and to
protect you from others. In exchange for this, I swore
never to look at, touch, talk, comfort or make love to
you again.
I love you more than anything and would never have
considered abandoning you, but this was the only way I
could keep you safe.
I'll love you forever.
mookie
I placed the letter under Melina's pillow and
waited for a response. Then after sex with Arline that
night, I went to bed with anticipation.
I woke up at four o'clock the next morning. When
I lifted my pillow to plump it up, a piece of paper
fell out. Thinking it was an answer from Melina I
unfolded it excitedly. Though it was an answer from
Melina, it was not the one I had hoped to get. She had
found a pen somewhere and written it in ink. I'll
never forget what it said:
Dear mookie
I have taken a bunch of Arline's downers. Please
forgive me for taking this drastic action. After I
read your letter, I realized that no power on earth
could change the course of the tide, which has
separated us. I know how persuasive Arline can be, and
I forgive you for deserting me.
I have before me a future of constant violation,
degradation and defilement. That and faced with a
choice of either the loneliness of losing you or the
torture of being eternally tormented by Arline, I have
chosen death. I wish I could have found some other way
to resolve this, but I know you'll understand. I hope
you'll both be happier now that I'm gone. I know
Arline will.
Please take care of Arline for me. I love you
both. I'll be waiting for you to be here someday,
wherever that is.
Love
Melina
I started crying and screamed for Arline.
Arline, thinking that something was terribly
wrong, based on my tone of voice, came in almost
immediately and pulled the note from my hand. At
first, she got really angry at me for reading Melina's
note. She tore the note up and grabbed me by the arm
violently, wearing the face that she used when she
wanted me to know that she was very displeased. Then
she began to drag me to the bed.
"Read the note." I cried.
Arline reassembled and read the note.
Arline's face changed from one of anger to one of
extreme distress. She dropped my arm and the note and
ran into Melina's room. I followed her in. There on
the bed was Melina, lying peacefully with her eyes
closed. She looked happier than I had seen her look in
a long time. Arline tried shaking Melina, and then she
burst out into tears. "Wake her up," she said to me.
I shook Melina. Her body was cold and stiff.
Melina did not wake up.
"I said wake her up" This time she said it
angrily, as if somehow I could change the outcome but
didn't want to.
I shook her again, this time more forcefully.
Melina did not wake up.
I remembered a fairy tale about a princess who had
eaten a poison apple and when the handsome prince came
and kissed her, she woke up. In desperation, I kissed
her. Her lips were cold and unresponsive. Melina did
not wake up. Frantic, I slapped her across her face
several times. Melina did not wake up, but it made me
feel like a real shit heel.
Tears were dripping down my cheeks like a Missouri
thunderstorm. Arline was crying too, I wasn't sure
why. Maybe she felt guilty. I hoped so; I wanted her
to feel guilty. She should feel guilty.
"You did this Arline." I said. "You did this as
surely as if you fed her the pills yourself. This is
all your fault. I hate you."
Arline went to her room and swallowed four
sleeping pills. I stayed in Melina's room and sat on
the bed next to her, as if I could somehow keep her
company now. I realized that my deal with Arline was
null and void. I began babbling to Melina. I don't
remember most of what I said, but I know I told her
many times that I was sorry. I said that I understood
why she did what she did. I told her that I blamed
Arline for causing the whole mess. I said a lot of
things to her, mostly stuff I wished that I had told
her before she took the pills. And I told her that I
knew we would get back together someday.
Arline did not leave her room that day. Melina's
corpse remained where it was until the next day, when
Arline called nine-one-one. The coroner came in and
took her away. There was an autopsy and an inquest.
Though they found numerous signs of physical abuse,
including the scars from the time Arline had used the
whip on Melina, and several bones, which had been
broken and later healed. It was determined, that her
death was indeed a suicide. This was based mostly on
the suicide note, which was obviously in her
handwriting and the presence of the drugs in her blood.
After two days, they released the body and Arline
arranged with a local funeral parlor to have a service.
Arline called all of the clients in her phone directory
and informed them of the service. Because none of my
old clothing fit, Arline took me out wearing some of
her clothing to get a suit. It was a little
humiliating having to wear it because it was too large
for me and was so obviously women's clothing. But
after we left the mall, I had a dark suit, appropriate
for the service.
Arline thought that it might be okay to show
Melina at the funeral parlor and to bury her in her
leather glove because it did still fit and was black,
but I told her that I thought it would be
inappropriate. Arline finally agreed and based on the
measurements the funeral director gave her, Arline
bought an appropriate outfit for Melina at the mall as
well.
The service was held on a Saturday. Arline told
me to keep it together but I cried throughout the
entire service. During the service they played Bach's
Prelude No. 1 in C major, BWV 846, from Bach's Well-
tempered Clavier. I thought it was particularly
beautiful and asked Arline to have it played at my
funeral as well. They also recited The Twenty Third
Psalm, which I asked Arline to have recited at my
funeral too. Arline wasn't listening to me or she
might have gotten it.
(The author would like to suggest that the reader
please play the above musical composition at this time.
Any number of arrangements of that composition can be
found on the internet; do a Google search on "BWV 846".
It is well worth the time it takes to research and play
it. The author has found it to be particularly
beautiful and has requested that it be played at his
own funeral too.)
I tried to say a eulogy but I was crying too much.
Arline took me aside and gave me one of her "or else"
looks. I said the only coherent words that I said that
day. It was "Go ahead and beat me. You can't hurt me
any more than I already hurt now." Arline backed down
and sat in a front row pew.
Quite a few of Melina's clients and friends were
at the funeral. Velma and Spence were there, so was
Wilma. Passionata was there with her children, Ardor
and Desira. The cop was there too. I recognized many
of the faces and acknowledged them with a nod when our
eyes met. I was crying too much to smile or talk to
them.
After the service was over, we rode in a limousine
to the church where they buried Melina. The sun was
shining brightly as they buried her. Melina loved the
sunshine. Quite a few people had sent flowers to the
site. Melina loved flowers. She picked wildflowers
from the property almost every day during the summer.
I knew that she would appreciate that so many people
had sent them, wherever she was. I hoped she was happy
now.
I cried a lot that day. Quite a few people gave
me their handkerchiefs. I must have gone through half
a dozen of them. Arline kept to herself, in a corner
of the crowd, away from most everybody. From time to
time, I stared over at her. I wondered what she was
thinking.
When we got home, Arline told me she wanted to
have sex. I told her I didn't. She threatened to beat
me. I told her it wouldn't make any difference and
went to my room. Arline came into my room and beat me
soundly. It didn't make any difference.
Arline said she wanted me to fuck her. I just
kept crying and told her she could go fuck herself.
(So to speak.) I told her I was having a really bad
day and to please just leave me alone. Arline
continued to beat me until her arms got tired. It was
no use. She finally gave up.
Arline tied me down and sat on my face. I just
kept crying and did my best to keep breathing. I
wasn't going to give Arline any satisfaction that day.
The way I was feeling, I thought I might never give her
satisfaction again.
I didn't. That night while she was sleeping, I
stole about twenty sleeping pills from her. I went
into Melina's room and found the pen she had used and
wrote a note to Arline. This is what it said:
Arline
I hope this letter leaves you cold and unhappy. I
want you to experience some of the devastation and
misery that has been my life since you came into it.
After Melina died, I realized that she got the better
end of the bargain. I tried my best to please you, but
it was never enough.
Your wanton cruelty and petty jealousy has led to
this. I hope that deserting you now will leave you
alone and friendless. I guess that there was something
in your past that made you who you are and I'm sorry.
But it was never my fault and you refused to understand
that.
They say when you commit suicide you wind up in
hell. Maybe so. All I can say is that I'm sure it's a
better place than this one. I am leaving now and
wherever I wind up, I expect to find Melina. Wherever
she is, I want to be there too. We can be together now
and I expect that she's been waiting for me. I am glad
that I haven't kept her waiting too long.
I will not forsake her again.
Arline, if by some fluke I'm still alive when you
read this note please don't disturb me. Find it in
your heart to let me go and do not call an ambulance
until I am completely dead. I haven't asked for a lot
from you, so please just do this one thing for me now,
you owe it to me. Arline please DNR.
I'll love you always but I just
can't stand to live with you.
pokerface
I placed the note conspicuously on my pillow, took
the pills and went to sleep.
Arline came in the next morning at four a. m. to
wake me. She wasn't successful. She found and then
read my note.
The coroner's report said that there was an
unprecedented amount of post-mortem trauma to my face
and body. Arline said she had done that trying to wake
me up and giving me CPR.
After the coroner released the body, Arline made
arrangements at the same funeral parlor that Melina had
gone to. I was somewhat bummed out to find that Arline
had requested the wrong version of Bach's Prelude to be
played at the wake, but my soul passed anyway.
When Arline got home after the funeral, she found
that the police were there digging up the body of the
guy with the gun. The cop had researched the serial
number on the gun, and found that it belonged to a
missing person. They arrested and later convicted
Arline for the murder. She got twenty years to life.
She's currently in jail being somebody's bitch. She is
frequently beaten, and forced to have sex with whoever
will pay for her, by her larger, stronger and meaner
"lifer" cellmate.
The irony of Arline's plight has not escaped me,
but my anger at her has passed. When I consider her
situation in jail, I feel sorry for her. I once loved
her, now, I have nothing but compassion for her, for I
know how she must be feeling.
Arline did not wind up getting pregnant, so even
though it meant the end of the line for my family, it
also meant that no child of mine would be born in
prison, have to enter into the foster care system.
More importantly, it meant that no child of mine would
wind up with a stepmother.
About a week after Arline went to jail, my father
returned home. He hadn't really died. In fact, he had
actually been "lost at sea." His boat had sunk and he
and most of his crew were found floating in the ocean
three days later by another fishing boat. They
transported him to their hometown of Balfate Honduras.
My father had to work for months to earn enough money
to buy his fare back home. That's why it took him so
long to return.
It was sad, that by the time he got back home,
there was nobody left to welcome him. He eventually
called the police who told him the whole, sad story.
My father visits Arline in the slammer, whenever he
can. He still works as a fisherman and so he's still
gone for long periods of time, but when he returns
home, he visits Arline at the penitentiary every
visitor's day, and they talk.
My father also frequently visits my and Melina's
grave sites. He usually apologizes to us for leaving
us to go on that fishing trip. He feels responsible
for our deaths. I feel sorry for him. I wish I
could help him get on with his life. Our lives and
our deaths were never his fault.
By the way, I found Melina and we are now very
happy together. So as depressing as this book is, I
guess my story ends "happily ever after" after all.
Oh. Melina says hi.
The End.
End Part 56/56 - The End.
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