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Author: Norm DaPlume 
Title: War And Piece 
Part: 02/04 
Summary: Two eleven year old children are used abused, dominated and prostituted by their wicked stepmother/mother. This is a dark, erotic, sometimes humorous, tragedy, encompassing a cornucopia of adult themes. In it one can find almost every type of sexual practice (normal and alternate. Except MF) 
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                    Blacker Saturday.

     Following the previous day's dark episodes and our 
"adventure" in the park and with the possibility of 
more debasement that day, Melina and I were pretty glum 
the next morning.  We stood in the shower, and stared 
at the floor, avoiding Arline's glance and each 
other's.  Despite the fact that we had been forced into 
doing it by Arline, we both were conscience stricken 
as if we had cheated on each other.  
     "So how do you feel today?"  Arline asked.  I 
started to answer, and Arline interrupted me saying, "I 
don't give a shit about you, degenerate, I was asking 
Melina."  
     Melina turned around and started to answer.  I 
looked at her and could see for the first time that she 
had several black and blue marks on her face.  Tears 
came to my eyes as I realized that they must have come 
from that first guy, the fat person, when he had beaten 
her.
     Melina said "My ass hurts."  She turned around 
again and I could see she had bloodstains around the 
crack of her ass.  Then she bent over and spread her 
cheeks.  There was an obvious tear in her sphincter.  
"Hazards of the trade," said Arline.  "It'll heal.  
Don't worry, you'll get used to it."  
     I used to be jealous of the affectionate way 
Arline talked to Melina.  She always used to talk "at" 
me, using a mean, sarcastic tone of voice.  This time 
when she spoke to Melina, she didn't sound warm or 
loving, instead she sounded cold and distant.  Melina 
started sobbing and Arline said "You have only yourself 
to blame.  You forced me to do this.  You have to learn 
your lesson."  I felt sorry for Melina.  Arline never 
liked me very much, so, I had nothing to lose, but 
Melina had lost everything.  
     Arline scrubbed us, and gave us our enemas.  This 
time she gave Melina what looked like an enema for her 
vagina.  She then forced both of us to air dry.  Melina 
began shivering, and I reached out to hug her and to 
warm her up.  Arline would have none of that.  Instead, 
she made Melina hold me down while she beat me.  "You 
don't touch each other unless I tell you to."  She 
said.  
     For breakfast we both got shit on a shingle.  
(So to speak.)  (Well, not really, actually, it was on
burnt toast.).  We were both nauseous from the 
previous day's proceedings, but when we hesitated, 
Arline reminded us that we weren't to waste food in 
this house.  We both ate the toast, and washed it down 
with glasses of piss without further delay.  Melina did 
better that I had expected her to.  I guessed Arline 
had trained her sometime long before we had met.  In 
addition to breakfast, Melina got a small pill from 
Arline.  This was a bad sign.  I recognized that it 
probably wasn't a vitamin.  
     I had hoped that at last, the lessons and the 
punishments would be over.  But based upon the birth 
control pill Arline had given Melina, it was obvious 
that Arline had other ideas.  
     Overnight, while Arline had bound us in our rooms, 
Arline brought another bed from the basement into the 
parlor.  She now brought both of us into the parlor and 
she tied us both naked, face up, spread eagle on the 
beds.  She did the knots tight; she obviously knew what 
she was doing on that account.  
     Arline slammed the front door and returned in 
about a half hour.  There was a young man, about 
thirty-five with her, who reeked of alcohol.  I 
wondered if Arline picked her johns based on their 
being as repulsive as possible.  The guy said to Arline 
"I want you to watch me do your daughter."  
     Arline went in and sat down.  The guy got 
undressed, and then he said to Arline, "Pull your pants 
and panties down." 
     "I don't engage in those activities," Arline said 
arrogantly.  
     The guy went to his pants and took a gun out of 
his pocket.  He pointed it at Arline, and repeated. 
"Pull your pants and panties down."  Arline looked 
shaken, she hesitated for another second, but then 
resignedly she pulled her pants down to about her 
knees.  
     The guy shook the gun at her.  "I said, pull down 
your panties too," he said.
     Arline pulled her panties down.  
     "Now take them off."  The guy said, waving his 
gun.
     Arline hesitated a moment, looking questioningly 
at the guy, who began waving his gun again.  Arline 
stepped out of her pants and panties.
     "Now take off the rest of your clothes," said the 
man.  Arline took off her shirt and bra.  She was now 
standing in front of me completely naked.  She looked 
beautiful.  For the first time since the incident with 
the soapsuds, she was an open book.  She looked much 
more vulnerable than she had during the bathtub 
incident.  She also looked much more beautiful than she 
had that time. 
     "Now spread your legs and pull your lips apart."  
He said waving the gun again.  Arline did as he asked.  
This was the first time I had ever seen her vagina.  
For the first time I was getting to see the things 
which in the past I had only gotten to feel with my 
tongue.  They were as outstanding as I had imagined 
they were.  
     For a moment, I smiled, feeling as if I had gotten 
my revenge.  I felt like saying "See, that's how it 
feels."  But then I looked up at Arline's face, she had 
a look of fear and humiliation on it.  I thought I 
might be gratified to see her like that, but to my 
surprise, I became disconcerted seeing her so helpless.  
     "Now turn around."  The guy said.  "And spread 
your legs spread apart."  Arline turned around and 
spread her legs apart.  "Now bend over and lean on the 
chair," said the man.  
     Arline did what he asked.  This was a view I had 
never seen before with anybody.  There was Arline, bent 
over, with her incredibly perfect ass sticking out 
prominently, and her cookies flapping in the breeze.  
Above her labia, I could see the wrinkled eye of her 
butt hole.  It looked like a lit sparkler only in 
brown.
     He walked over to Arline and spread her ass 
cheeks apart.  He stuck the barrel of the gun inside 
and twisted the gun.  Arline winced with pain.  Then he 
removed the gun, spread her labia apart, and stuck the 
barrel of his gun inside her there.  "See, your mother 
is a cunt just like every other woman."  The guy said 
to me.  At that point, it occurred to me that he might 
be planning to murder us all.   
     "Now stand up, turn around and start dancing.  
Kick your legs up like you're in a chorus line," said 
the man.  Arline did as she was asked, and the guy and 
I watched for a while as her vagina kind of winked at 
us.  
     "Okay, now get on the bed with your snatch on top 
of your daughter's head.  Arline grabbed the tube that 
she had placed on the dresser earlier, and handed it to 
the man.  Then she got onto the bed as the guy had 
asked.  
     The guy took the tube and threw it on the floor.  
Then he spit on Melina's vagina and rubbed in onto her 
cookie.  "Her cunt better be tight."  He said. 
     Still carrying the gun, the guy climbed on top of 
Melina.  Melina reacted when he stuck his dick into 
her.  He pointed the gun at Arline's stomach and said 
to Melina "Bitch, you'd better give me a good ride, if 
you know what's good for you, and for your mother."  
With that, he began moving his hips.  Then he said "Two 
fer," and he stuck his face into Arline's muff.  
Neither Melina nor Arline seemed to be enjoying the 
experience.  I was glad for that.  I would have been 
dismayed for either of them to enjoy him more than they 
did me.  As it was, I was a little jealous.
     At last, the guy came, injecting several bursts of 
sperm deep inside Melina, who gagged after each burst.  
He got off Melina and Arline, and he got dressed.  It 
took him a while to get dressed because he was holding 
the gun the entire time.  Arline was still lying on the 
bed above Melina.  The guy winked at Arline and said 
"Good deal.  It's like buy one, get one free, only it's 
"get one free, get one free."  Leave a candle burning in 
the window, I'll be back."  He left without paying 
Arline.    
     Arline got up.  "What the fuck are you looking 
at?"  She yelled at me.  "You still owe me three 
hundred thirty and a half fucks."  She said.  Arline 
then looked at Melina.  "Good thing we started you on 
birth control today, huh honey?"  
     I was glad the guy hadn't touched me, but I would 
rather he have ravaged me than have had him violate 
Melina.  That's when Arline said "I can't believe he 
raped me.  I should report him to the cops."  I was 
shocked, I thought it ironic that Arline would see such 
a one sided view of the event.  Arline got dressed and 
left the house with us still trussed up.  
     "You okay?"  I asked Melina.  
     "Guess I'll be all right.  He really didn't hurt 
me, but I'm pretty grossed out." answered Melina.  "I 
wonder how Arline is going to react to this."  
 


                     Feet Of Strength.

     Arline returned a short while later with a woman 
with long red hair, wearing a short tight red skirt and 
red leather boots, with stiletto heels.  The boots 
pretty much came all the way up to her skirt.  Arline 
then let my ropes free, and put on the restraint belt, 
securing on my wrists.  
     After Arline left, the woman sat on the bed and 
said "Clean my boots."  I looked around.  There were no 
rags or brushes, besides which my wrists were stoutly 
bound to my waist.  "With your tongue, stupid," the 
woman said.  
     I began slowly licking from the top of her boots 
to the bottom.  As I did this, she spread her legs 
shamelessly.  She was not wearing any panties.  She 
good naturedly held her boots up for me to lick when I 
got down too far to lick them effectively.  When she 
did that, I could see all the way up her short skirt.  
What I saw surprised me; she had a dense bush of red 
hair the same shade as the hair on her head.  
     Protruding through the hair were her labia.  They 
were much larger than those of Arline and Melina.  
Stuck together as they were, they looked rather like a 
purple broccoli floret.  
     "Like what you see?"  She asked. 
      "You have red hairs."  I answered.  "I've never 
seen red hairs before."  
     "It's natural."  She said.  "The collar matches 
the cuffs, you know."  She said pointing to the hair 
on her head.
     I continued licking her boots first one, then the 
other.  They smelled good, like leather should.  Like 
Arline's and Melina's black outfits.  I merrily licked 
her boots clean going from one to the other leaving a 
polished look to them. 
     I finished the leather part of both boots.  When I 
stopped, she said "Do the soles."  I did a good job on 
the first sole.  When I licked the upper part of the 
heel of the second boot, I noticed she had stepped in 
some kind of manure.  It was wedged between the sole 
and her high heel.  "Clean all of it, the heel too."  
The woman said sternly.  
     I was used to eating Melina's, Arline's and my own 
shit, but unidentified dung; that was something else.  
I hesitated, and the woman kicked me in the face, 
causing me to fall onto my back.  She stepped on my 
face covering my mouth and nose with the sole of her 
boot.  It was the boot with the dung in it.  
     "Lick it."  She said.  
     I began squirming and she kicked me in the groin 
with the boot, barely missing my balls.  "Lick it."  
She said, and she stepped on my face again, this time 
with the shit directly over my mouth.  With that, she 
called Arline, who came inside the room.  
     "What are you doing?" asked Arline.  To my 
surprise, I realized Arline was asking me that 
question.  
     "She is making me eat foreign poop."  I answered.  
     "The customer is always right," said Arline.  "Do 
it."
     She sounded like she was going to make me really, 
really sorry if I didn't do what the woman wanted, and 
I realized that in the end I was going to have to do it 
anyway.  I began licking it off.  "Swallow."  Said 
Arline.  I did. 
     "See, I told you he was well trained," said 
Arline smiling.  "You guys okay now?"  The woman 
nodded.
     Arline left and closed the door.  
     After finishing her boots, the woman got back 
on the bed and removed them.  Immediately the aroma 
of dirty feet filled my nostrils.  While her boots 
appeared brand new, her feet smelled as if they were 
a hundred years old and had never been washed.  She 
put her feet on my groin covering my dick.  Then 
she rubbed them together stimulating my genitals.  
Next, she put one of her feet in my face, covering my 
nose.  "Whew."  She put the other foot over my lips 
and said "Now, do my feet."  
     God, did they stink.  The smell was suffocating 
me.  "Do it." She said "Or do I have to call Arline 
again?"  I took a little lick of one of her toes.  It 
tasted really salty and nasty.  It was gross and I 
immediately began to retch.  "If I have to call Arline 
again, she'll make you really sorry, won't she?"  I 
stuck out my tongue and licked again.  
     "Not like that."  She said.  "Don't just lick it, 
make love to it.  Open your mouth and suck on them like 
you love them, like you love my feet, like you love 
me."  
     I did as she asked and I began to retch.  "Go 
slowly, you'll get used to it."  She said, good-
naturedly.  
     Soon, I was sucking on her big toe and was 
sticking my tongue between it and the next toe.  She 
had black stuff between her toes, which smelled and 
tasted terrible.  But I was afraid of crossing Arline 
who was already very mad at me.  I sucked each of her 
toes and in between them.  Then I licked her heel, sole 
and ankle.  As I did that, the woman masturbated.  
Though I hacked, gagged and heaved with nausea much of 
the time, I managed not to puke.  
     While finishing the other foot, she orgasmed and 
the repulsive task was mostly completed.  The woman 
said "finish the foot, and then clean me off."  After I 
finished with her foot, she held her labia apart and I 
cleaned her off inside and out.  It was pretty drippy, 
but I was used to doing that, so it was not the chore 
her feet had been.  Besides that, her snatch didn't 
smell or taste nearly as bad as her feet did.  "Now 
clean off my fingers."  She said.  And I was done.
     The woman smiled.  She took a fifty-dollar bill 
out of her handbag and said "You did great, for your 
first time.  Here's a tip."  My arms were still secured 
to my sides, so she wedged it into the crack of my ass 
and left.  Arline came in and yanked the fifty out of 
my ass.  "We'll take it off the outstanding balance."  
She said.   


                       A Gay-la Party

     Arline had quite a few customers visit that day.  
Melina and I did our best to accommodate them.  Later 
on, Arline pulled out her cell phone and made a number 
of calls, then she left the room.
     Melina and I were by now, crestfallen, hopeless 
and dog-tired.  We were both worn out. (In more ways 
than one.)  From what we could gather based on 
Arline's latest round of phone calls however, 
there was going to be a blowout, at which we were 
going to be party favors.  
     Arline dragged an apparatus into the room, which 
looked like a carpenter's sawhorse.  The center post, 
which extended beyond the legs on one side of the 
horse, had teeth about an inch long arranged in a saw-
tooth pattern on top.  Arline now untied Melina from 
the bed and retied her to the device, with her body 
parallel to the center post.  Arline tied her legs to 
the braces down one side of the post, and her arms down 
the other side.  The uprights supporting the brace were 
longer than her legs were, so the center beam now 
supported all of Melina's weight, with the serrated 
edges digging into her stomach and crotch.  Melina's 
ass was protruding, showing provocatively over the 
corner of the horse.  I could see that Melina was in 
pain from having her weight lying against the jagged 
edges. 
     Next, Arline untied me from the bench and retied 
me face down, spread eagle to the bed.  She lifted my 
midsection up and placed several pillows under me.  
This stretched my body out, causing the ropes to 
tighten painfully on my arms and legs and causing the 
blood almost to stop flowing to my hands.  The way 
Arline had me trussed up; my ass was sticking out from 
the bed.  
     Arline left us in torment.  Soon, the doorbell 
began ringing and I heard numerous voices talking and 
laughing.  I heard the sound of champagne corks 
popping, glasses clinking.  I smelled cigarette smoke 
and other smoke, and the voices and laughter began 
getting louder and more profuse.  
     I heard a loud voice ask, "So where are they?" and 
people began coming into the room.  The glasses kept 
clinking, the smoke kept fuming, the voices got louder 
and louder, and people began fondling us.  I noticed 
that all the people were men.  "They're so soft at this 
young age," said one of the people, "yes and tender," 
replied another, laughing.  
     Trussed up as we were, we were powerless to 
prevent them from having their way with us.  
Eventually, they began removing their clothing, and 
rubbing us wherever they wanted (mostly our asses.)  
Soon they were pinching us and pulling on our flesh.  
Then, one by one, they began sticking their penises 
into our asses.  
     Some of them, had smaller penises, which didn't 
hurt us too much, except, they rocked my body forward 
and back pulling on the ropes.  Some were large and 
hurt a great deal, when they jammed them into my back 
door causing me to howl.  Some of the penises were 
long, and seemed like they were going to come out my 
mouth when they inserted them fully.  All and all, the 
experience was a relatively painful one, but I'd had 
worse from Arline.
     Melina unfortunately was having a much harder 
time.  In the first place, her asshole was smaller 
than mine was, so some of the larger penises really 
were more than she could take.  Plus she was laying 
on top of that saw-toothed post, and it was digging 
into her stomach muscles, vagina and crotch, 
especially when they put their weight on her.  I could 
hear her sobbing, shrieking and crying out in pain for 
much of the night.  
     Nobody apologized or stopped what they were doing 
to check how we were doing; they just kept on screwing 
us.  Occasionally Arline would come in and smack one or 
both of us with her hand, or with a belt.  In addition, 
on me she used the switch and occasionally the whip.  
Often, others would follow her lead, but always, Arline 
would caution, "You can hurt Casanova all you want, but 
don't make any permanent marks on my slut."  
     Arline sounded strange, she was slurring her 
words when she spoke and she was having trouble 
walking properly, she seemed to be losing her balance 
a lot.   
     The party continued long into the night, drinking, 
smoking, talking, laughing sodomizing and beating.  
After everyone left, Arline shoved a turkey baster up 
our butts and withdrew as much of the semen as she 
could collect.  Then she made me swallow whatever she 
obtained from Melina, and made Melina swallow whatever 
was in mine.  "Get used to it," she said.  It was two 
o'clock in the morning and we were too exhausted to 
resist.  Then she waved two thousand dollars at us and 
said "Oh, only forty eight and a half homo orgies like 
this one and we'll be even." 
     Arline led us to our rooms and tied us down.  We 
slept until four in the morning at which point Arline 
woke us up for our usual baths.  

          End Part 13/56 Continued in part 14/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 14/56
Summary: Prostitution of Our hero continues.  Our 
hero has a revolting experience.
Keywords: b,g,oral,menstr,vore,lac,inc,bg,piv



                 Miscarriage Of Justice.

     As Arline began to develop a regular clientele, 
she would bring all kinds of strangers into the house.  
Throughout the day she would allow them to have their 
way with whichever one, or both of us, they wished, as 
long as they paid her.  Most often, her clients 
expected straight sex.  But regardless of their sex, 
you could never be sure just which of us they were 
going to choose or how they were going to exploit us. 
     Men screwed me, made me screw them, demanded 
blowjobs from me, gave me blowjobs, demanded I play 
with them and demanded I allow them to play with me.  
     Some women forced Melina to screw them with strap-
ons.  Some screwed Melina with strap-ons.  Some screwed 
me with strap-ons.  Some women forced me to screw them 
with strap-ons.  Some forced me or Melina to perform 
cunnilingus on them, performed oral sex on us, and so 
on.  
     The only rule Arline had was "no damaging the 
goods," no scars on Melina and she didn't have me screw 
women too often, because she knew I would be unable to 
do it too many times a day.  I was confident that she 
was charging more for gigolo services than for Melina's 
whoring.  
     In addition to straight fucking, Arline rented 
Melina and me out for a wide variety of fetishes.  As 
if, the aforementioned acts weren't depravity enough.  
We had to be human toilets, shit and piss on people, 
give people enemas, and allow people to give us enemas.  
They would stuff things up every one of our orifices, 
have us stuff things up their orifices etc.  
     One fat woman made regular visits every month. 
She claimed that there were health benefits to cleaning 
her vulva when she was having her period.  Since she 
also thought that douching was detrimental to her 
vaginal and cervical environments, she felt that the 
answer required oral cleansing of her organ.  
Naturally, she expected the cleansing to culminate in 
an orgasm.    
     On the first day of her period (the heaviest day 
of her menstrual cycle,) she would always have me lick 
her to climax.  On the next day, she would have Melina 
do it.  She would remove her tampon and stick it in one 
of my or Melina's nostrils.  Then she would climb onto 
our face and rock back and forth while having us lick 
her deeply, inside and out.  That was no small feat 
because we could hardly breathe with the tampon stuck 
in our nose, and her fat body covering our mouths.
     At first, it seemed unnatural to lick the clotting 
blood, which dripped from her snatch.  I didn't even 
like rare steak, not that I'd had much of that 
recently.  Even the taste of my own blood disgusted me.  
But the idea of swallowing someone else's blood seemed 
cannibalistic and savage.  Also, I believed that her 
extremely heavy periods were abnormal and perhaps even 
poisonous.  Then there were the semi solid clots, which 
were thick and stringy, and needed chewing before we 
could swallow them.  The first time, I had to do it; I 
threw up and spit the mess out, into and over her.  
This made her angry.  
     "You're getting that mess all over me."  She said.  
After I was done, she complained to Arline who 
disciplined me heavily after she left.  I never made 
that mistake again but the retching continued for quite 
a few sessions after that.  Eventually I got used to 
it, and performed the function without gagging.  
Sometimes Arline wound up not feeding us whether by 
oversight or by design and the woman's discharge and an 
occasional blowjob would be the only chow we got.  
     One day, her flow was heavier than usual.  I 
continued licking but the blood just kept on trickling 
out, more and more.  I stuck my tongue inside only to 
have it come back out covered with blood, and dense 
clots.  When I told her about it, she pulled her pussy 
lips wide apart.  Something solid about the size of an 
olive fell into my mouth.  I threw up.  
     The woman immediately yelled for Arline, who came 
into the room as mad as hell.  Arline said "Don't 
worry; I will discipline him for you.  And I'll give 
you a full refund..."  Then Arline stopped in mid 
sentence, speechless for a second.  She bent over and 
poked at something in the vomit with her finger.  It 
was a human fetus.  The woman had had a miscarriage 
while sitting on top of me.  
     I began throwing up profusely.  The woman had 
almost made me swallow a baby.  
     Arline called for an ambulance and they carried 
the woman away.  The woman did not show up for her 
appointment with Melina the next day.  (Imagine that)
Arline didn't castigate me for puking that one time.  
She also allowed me to clean up without insisting that 
I use my tongue.  "Thank you."  I said.  
     Some of the games people played involved having us 
dress up in children's clothes.  I found these games to 
be ironic, what with us being so young.  Often they 
would give us scripts to read in baby talk.  We would 
have to call them daddy, dada, mommy, mummy, mama etc.  
They would have us piss and or shit in diapers, and 
then give them blowjobs or cunnilingus or allow them to 
give us blowjobs or cunnilingus.  Often Arline would 
give Melina or me a peanut butter or yellow soft drink 
enema in preparation for a customer, to make the 
experience seem realistic.
     One woman had Melina dress up in diapers, and then 
had her suck on her breast.  When Melina did that, real 
mother's milk came out of her breast, which made Melina 
puke.  The woman wasn't mad, she just wiped the puke up 
then she put Melina's head over her shoulder, patted 
her on the back and said "Ohh, widdle baby have a 
burpee?"  
     When the games got too intense for us, Arline 
would warn us to satisfy the clients.  "The customer is 
always right."  She would say.  
     Sometimes when we didn't make the customer happy, 
Arline would threaten to sell us.  This terrified me 
down to my toes.  I never admitted it to Arline.  If 
Arline knew that this was my Achilles heel, she would 
use it against me to the fullest.  If Arline sold us, I 
didn't know what I would do.  I desperately didn't want 
to leave Melina, and I couldn't imagine what life would 
be like if things got worse.  
     I pretended to be defiant when Arline threatened 
to do that, confident she wouldn't sell her golden 
goose, but Melina would cry and plead with her not to 
do it.  "We'll be good."  Melina would say.  Then 
Melina would tell me to behave myself and not to 
provoke Arline.  I never was sure whether Arline meant 
what she said, so I would apologize too.  A round of 
punishment always followed this.
     A number of clients paid Arline to watch the 
forbidden act of sex between a brother and a sister.  
Don't ask me why.  These people didn't care to touch 
each other or either one of us, but instead preferred 
to watch us touch and have sex with each other.  Arline 
would tell them that we were both her children, but she 
would not tell them that we were actually step 
siblings, because that would spoil the mystique of the 
taboo act that they thought they were paying for.  
     Arline used to charge them a lot of money for the 
show, because in addition to charging for each of us, 
incest was a felony in our state.  To have us caught 
committing that act, Arline said, would put her in 
great jeopardy, and was therefore a great risk to her 
business and her freedom.  Arline would prepare us 
before the show, and warn us not to have any fun.  
"You're not here to enjoy yourselves."  She would 
caution us.  
     We didn't care.  Pretty simply stated, fucking for 
money was not stimulating for either of us.  We were 
seldom able to enjoy ourselves.  These were the only 
times we got to enjoy each other's charms any more, and 
we didn't care what Arline thought.  Being intimate 
with each other stimulated us and all of the other sex 
we had during the day was just work, and disgusting 
work at that.  Not to mention demeaning, debasing, 
demoralizing, defiling, degrading, despoiling, 
disgracing...,  you get the drift.
     After fucking out brains out, we would tell Arline 
that it was only an act put on for the audience.  
Arline might have noticed, if she gave a shit, that 
after the show, we were both sweaty, exhausted and 
satisfied.  She never did.


          End Part 14/56 Continued in part 15/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 15/56
Summary: Our hero meets someone who changes his life.  
Keywords: b,Tb1st,anal,tg
        
 
                    Trans Ending.  

     One day, a woman paid for my time.  She was tall, 
had long legs, extremely large, firm breasts, long 
blonde hair and a deep voice.  She had me suck on her 
breasts for a long time while she played with my penis 
stimulating me orally and manually, but she stopped 
whenever I came close to climaxing.  For most of the 
session, she did not remove her pants.  
     Whenever I began to bring my hand down to rub her 
groin, she would stop me and move my hand back to her 
neck, breasts, ears or ass.  I got the idea that she 
didn't want me to touch her there, so after repeated 
attempts, I stopped trying.  I figured she'd let me 
know when she was ready.     
     We kissed and our tongues danced between our 
mouths.  Certainly, the experience was not a negative 
one.  She was quite a good kisser and she certainly 
knew how to get a man hot, and hot I got.  Finally, she 
asked me to take her pants down.  She wasn't wearing 
bloomers.  After I removed her pants, her fully erect 
eight and a half-inch penis stuck out like the Empire 
State Building.  She caught me completely off guard, 
and all I could say was "wow."  
     After I recovered from the shock, I asked, "what 
do you want me to do with that?"
     "Leave it alone for now; I want you to fuck me 
first."  She said.  With that, she turned over on the 
bed and spread her ass cheeks apart.  I reached for the 
tube of lubricant, but she said "No.  Fuck me dry.  
Fuck me dry, and hard."  
     This was what the woman had paid Arline for, who 
was I to object, or condemn.  She said she wanted it 
"hard," so, I pounced on her and stuffed my penis deep 
onto her sphincter without allowing her an opportunity 
to distend.  I could feel the heat generated by 
friction as my cock chafed the inside of her asshole.  
     The woman screamed, and thinking I had hurt her, I 
almost stopped.  But then I realized that what the 
woman had actually screamed was a very loud "YYEESS."
     I began ramming my dick inside her and slamming my 
body down onto her.  The woman began to moan loudly, 
appreciatively, enthusiastically, and lustfully.  Her 
moaning got louder and faster, I continued to hammer 
away at her, following the beat of her vocalizations.  
This continued until finally, it reached a crescendo, 
she screamed and then she became still.  "Okay, you can 
stop now."  She sang playfully.  
     The woman turned face up and pointed to her penis.  
It was still projecting from her groin like a flagpole.  
Also, it was wet, apparently it had leaked, a lot.  
"Now, the question is, what do you want to do with 
this?"  She said stressing the "you" in the sentence as 
she spoke.
     "I'm here to serve."  I said.  "My butt is primed 
and ready to go, and I also give great head.  I can 
give you a hand job, if you want, but you'll probably 
enjoy one of the other options better.  We can even try 
something creative, if you like."  I paused for a 
moment, and then I said, "You know, I was surprised 
that you appeared to have an orgasm.  Is that what 
happened?  Can one really get an anal orgasm?" 
     The woman smiled and shook her head.  "Yes."  She 
said
     "Then if the offer is still good, I'd like to try 
doing that, if you don't mind."
     "Don't tell me you're a virgin," she said.
     "Not by a long shot," I said.  "But I realize now 
that I've always been too uptight" (So to speak.) "to 
enjoy one there."  
     "Well maybe not a virgin by the strictest 
definition, but, you're close enough.  Let me lead you 
to the Promised Land, honey."  She said.  "Lie down, 
relax, and let it come naturally."  (So to speak.)  
"Uh... do you need some lube?"
     "Thank you for asking," I said pointing to the 
tube.  "Most people aren't that courteous."  I turned 
over and held my breath. 
     "You should breathe, it's important."  She said.  
"And relax.  I'm going to go slowly and gently, because 
this is your first time.  I want you to have the best 
experience possible.  Are you ready?"  She asked.
     "Okay."  I answered breathing deeply and relaxing.
     The woman placed a dab of goo on my back door, 
then, she got on top of me gently, keeping her weight 
almost entirely on her knees and elbows.  I could 
barely feel her as she delicately entered my anus.  
Slowly, I felt her gradually increasing her 
penetration, going deeper and deeper, until finally I 
could feel her abdomen against my back and her balls 
dangling on the back of my legs.  
     Without ever putting her weight entirely on me, 
she began pumping her penis, in and out of my butt 
hole, slowly at first, then increasing in speed as my 
breathing accelerated.  She played her instrument like 
a musician, perfectly in time to the beat of my 
respiration.  I could feel the pressure building up 
inside me as I began moaning uncontrollably.  Then 
suddenly, I felt a release of the pressure as the 
middle of my body exploded and I experienced electric 
energy across the entirety of my body, in addition to a 
peasant warmth in my rectum which I recognized as her 
ejaculating into my cavity.  
     Without ever imposing her weight on me, the woman 
climbed carefully off me and stroked me affectionately 
on my face.  "What did you think, honey?"  She asked.  
     "Wow."  I said for the second time, "I should have 
Arline pay you, instead of the other way around."
     "I'm okay with that,"  She said.
     "I wish."  I responded.  "It's not okay with 
Arline.  She'll be furious if she finds out that you 
got me off like that.  She'll beat me."  I tried to 
sound like I was joking, but without warning, the woman 
looked deep into my eyes and stared, point blank, at my 
soul.  
     When she released me from the "eye-lock," she 
seemed deeply concerned.  Her eyes softened as she 
looked at my face again.  "You were telling the 
truth about the beating, weren't you?" 
     As I looked back at her, the clouds on my brain 
condensed and rainwater began welling up in my eyes.  I 
realized that I should have kept my mouth shut.  I 
turned away.  "I was just joking," I said.  
     I shouldn't have bothered trying to lie to her.  
The words choking in my throat only proved her point.  
"You should leave now, I think; your time is up."  I 
said.  
     "I too, was beaten when I was young."  She said.  
"The wounds are gone now, but the scars never healed.  
You can't see them anymore but trust me they're still 
there.  I carry them with me wherever I go.  I can help 
you if you ask me."  
      I shook my head, "no."  "Please go now.  Thanks for 
your patronage.  Have a nice day."  I said, silently 
weeping while wiping my tears away.
     "I understand."  She said.  "Here's my card.  If 
you ever change your mind, or if you ever need someone 
to talk to, call me.  Call me anytime, understand?"  I 
nodded my head.  Then she left.
     I stashed the card away in some safe place, but 
afterward, I was unable to find it.  There would be 
quite a few times when I wished I had been more careful 
with that card. 


          End Part 15/56 Continued in part 16/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 16/56
Summary: We learn more about our heros lives, a little
about Arline.  Our hero becomes accustomed to his role.
Keywords: b,g,Fb,sm,bd,sad,cbt,nc,rape,tort


                 A Pain In The Ass.  

     Arline was her own best customer.  More than 
anyone else, Arline used us to get herself off.  At any 
time, day or night, she would have sex with whichever of 
us she fancied.  She called it "perks."  I began to 
grapple with the realization that Arline was in reality 
a nymphomaniac.  She would wake us up if she needed to, 
or change someone's appointment at a moment's notice in 
order to have sex with us.
       In fact, whenever she punished Melina or me, she 
would get hot.  I could tell this because after 
disciplining one of us, she almost always had sex with 
one of us and when she would sit on my face, she would 
be drippy wet.  After a while, I began to find the 
taste of Arline's gooey vagina to be delicious.  
     At first, we could never be sure whom she was 
going to demand either.  Regardless of whom she had 
disciplined, she seemed to randomly pick one of us out 
and would force us to have whatever form of sex she 
desired.  It seemed like we had sex with her more than 
with all of her customers put together.   
     Unlike most of the customers, Arline was 
beautiful, and as much as I loved Melina, when I had 
sex with Arline, I enjoyed it.  I would feel her firm 
breasts, suck on her nipples, stroke her buttocks, and 
give her long, strong exceptional orgasms, when she'd 
have me.  Maybe at first, I was hoping that if I 
pleased her enough she would forgive me for deflowering 
Melina.  I began going to great lengths to have her 
reach climax.  Soon, Arline began requesting me more 
than Melina.  I felt bad because I had equipment with 
which Melina could not compete; my cock.  
     I used to tell Melina that I was just doing it so 
Arline wouldn't beat me anymore.  The truth was, when I 
had sex with Arline, I used to make love to her.  I 
began to feel adulterous and remorseful when that 
happened.
       Usually, Arline would beat me, as foreplay when 
she wanted to have sex with me.  For some reason, 
I began to find Arline to be especially enticing 
after she would punish me.  I found having her lash 
slammed against my buttocks to be stimulating.  
Eventually, just having Arline wave her switch at me 
would cause me to have an erection.  I even began to 
provoke Arline in order to have her punish me.  I would 
be insubordinate to her, disobey her, I would even 
purposely spill my food or drink in an effort to incite 
her.  
     Arline eventually became jealous of Melina and 
refused to allow her and me to touch each other unless 
someone was paying for it, which wasn't often.  At 
night, she would put us both in restraints, in separate 
rooms, to keep us from comforting each other.  
     Whenever Arline had sex with one of us, she would 
claim that she was taking the charge off our bill.  She 
had long ago stopped taunting us with the balance after 
each session, so we had no way to verify it, and used 
to answer, "Of course you are."  Or "Yeah, whatever." 
     Many of the clients would request rituals, which 
inflicted pain.  There was a lot of pinching, titty 
twisting, dick pulling, ball squeezing, smacking, 
spanking and inserting of objects too large to fit.  In 
addition, people would flog and cane me.  (Most often 
it was Arline.)
     One strict rule, which I was glad for, was that no 
one was allowed to do anything to Melina which left 
visible scars anywhere on her and no one was allowed to 
do anything which would leave scars on my face.  Arline 
wasn't being nice; she just didn't want her merchandise 
defaced.  (So to speak.)  
     For example, no one was allowed to whip flog, or 
cane Melina anywhere.  In addition, Arline would not 
authorize or approve any act if it inflicted permanent 
damage to either of us.  Therefore, for example Arline 
would not allow anybody to rupture me.  
     That doesn't mean they couldn't do things that 
caused my balls great agony.  Women in particular liked 
to put rubber bands on my balls and constrict the blood 
vessels until my balls turned blue.  They were, however 
not allowed to do it for longer than an hour at a time, 
after which they would have to let the blood flow 
again.  My balls would sting terribly, from the 
constriction and finally turn numb.  Then, they would 
sting terribly again, when they allowed the blood to 
return to them.
     As a rule, it was Arline who did the most extreme 
things to us.  Sometimes she did things, which she 
would not allow anybody else to do.  
     Then there was needle play, in which people would 
stick all kinds of pins and needles into us in 
different places, or they would have us stick pins and 
needles into them in different places.  
     One of the games, which a particular group of 
people enjoyed playing was to stuff things into 
Melina's vagina until nothing else would fit.  Then 
they would sew her inner lips shut over them.  
Sometimes they would then sew her outer lips shut over 
that.  I would feel sorry for her when that happened 
because her vagina would bulge with whatever they put 
in there, and then they would stuff things up her ass,
or fuck her in the ass, or they would rub and pinch 
her vagina and breasts, until at last they removed the 
stitches.  
     Sometimes they wouldn't remove the stitches from 
her at all and they would leave without untying me.  If 
Melina was untied, she would have to walk over to my 
bed, all stitched up and untie me so that I could 
remove the stitches from her.  If Melina was left tied 
up also, we would have to beg Arline to untie us first.  
     Unless a client was on the way, she would take her 
sweet time, and delay coming in, until she was ready, 
or for as long as she felt like.  She liked making us 
wait especially when we were in pain.  Then she would 
complain during the entire time she was untying 
Melina's ropes, about what a baby she was, and what a 
nuisance having to untie her was.  Melina would then 
have to walk over to me, all sewed up, to untie me so 
that I could remove the stitches.  Arline would never 
unsew her.  
     Then Melina would have to tie me up, call Arline 
again, and humbly beg Arline to tie her up again.  
Arline always had us tied up when the johns arrived.  
That was her trademark.  If the patrons wanted us to be 
loose, they would have to untie us themselves.  
     One man paid Arline to use me for the day.  Then 
he sewed the hole in my penis shut and made me drink 
more and more wine.  Soon I was drunk which felt good, 
but eventually I had to pee.  There I was trussed up 
like a pig and unable to urinate for hours on end.  
Every so often, he would kneel on my bladder and make 
the pain more intense.  That was a very long day. 
     One man took out a set of syringes with needles 
and a few bottles of some solution.  I hated pins and 
needles in general, but hypodermics really freaked me 
out.  Having someone insert a pin in me was awful, but 
I was definitely terrified of having stuff injected 
under my skin.  
     The man smiled at me as he removed the wrapping 
from a syringe.  Then he smiled again when he removed a 
needle from it's wrapping.  He smiled again as he 
plunged the needle into one of his vials.  Then he 
smiled at me again and drew out some of the fluid that 
was in the vial.  He smiled at me again and held the 
syringe for me to see.  That wasn't hard; my eyes were 
wide open watching his every move.  With each move, I 
was becoming more and more apprehensive.  By this time, 
I was ready to faint. 
     Next, he smiled as he squeezed the excess air out 
of the syringe squirting some of the liquid out the tip 
onto my face.  Then he smiled at me again as he slowly 
took an alcohol wipe from its package and wiped one of 
my nipples clean with it.  Then the man smiled at me 
again and brought the needle over to the breast he had 
wiped clean.  Still smiling he pinched the breast and 
then suddenly, still smiling, he plunged the needle 
straight into my nipple hilt deep.  I recoiled in pain.  
     "This is nothing," said the man still smiling.  
"Now you can scream."  With that, he pushed in the 
plunger, injecting hell into my bosom.  I had no idea 
what he had injected into me.  It turned out to be just 
alcohol but it felt like acid.  I began trembling and 
screaming.  "Go ahead and scream.  Your mother says 
it's okay."
     As time progressed, the man began to use 
successively longer and thicker needles and larger 
doses of the liquid in successively bigger syringes.  
He injected several doses into each of my nipples, 
which hurt terribly.  He injected the liquid into my 
sphincter.  He injected large doses of it into the head 
of my dick which not only felt like he had cut it off, 
they continued to burn for several minutes.  Finally, 
he injected large doses into each of my balls.  I most 
likely would have had my balls removed, if I could 
have, following those doses.  I could feel the burning 
all the way down to my toes; Arline Okayed that one, 
but I think it might have caused permanent damage to 
my testicles.  They were still sore days later.  
     The man eventually had me give him a blowjob.  I 
could hardly keep my mouth around his cock; I was 
wincing from the injections.
     Another client actually took pepper mace and 
sprayed it onto Melina's twat.  It only took a second 
or so for it to effect her, but she was screaming in 
pain for about an hour, before it finally subsided to a 
bearable level.  Oddly, the guy that did it also 
sprayed his own genitals first.  Then he fucked Melina 
while they were both screaming.  The man came almost 
immediately, and the two of them just lay in bed 
screaming, grimacing and wincing in pain for the rest 
of the hour.  Arline would have forced Melina to have 
sex with other johns afterward, but she was afraid the 
chemical would transfer from Melina, and that, would be 
bad for business.      
     One of the regulars used to lubricate my penis, 
scrotum and asshole with Ben Gay.  I liked the smell of 
the ointment but my organs would first burn intensely, 
and then they would throb.  Then they would vibrate, 
and then they would go numb, and limp.  Arline learned 
to schedule his appointment for the last one of the 
day, because my dick was useless after the treatment. 
     Arline had several clients who liked to strangle 
us till we would almost stop breathing.  Arline would 
charge a great deal for that, because she would have to 
sit there and monitor them carefully, making them 
remove their hands, ropes, plastic bags, or whatever 
before we lost consciousness completely.  
     Typically, they would fuck us while they did that 
because it made my penis very hard and it made Melina 
reach orgasm quickly.  I guess they felt they were 
giving her a chance to enjoy sex.  Usually they would 
strangle us several times each session claiming Arline 
had spoiled their fun when she stopped them.  Melina 
and I found this form of sex frightening, unpleasant, 
harrowing and hazardous.  
     One time Arline let two people do strangle play at 
the same time.  She was unable to keep up with all the 
action and Melina lost consciousness.  Arline had to 
perform CPR on her.  This made her angry.  Arline 
didn't like the idea of having her lips on ours because 
we gave so many blowjobs.  This was the scariest and 
most distressing moment I could remember. 


          End Part 16/56 Continued in part 17/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 17/56
Summary: Our characters experience pain from clothes
pins.  
Keywords: Fb,bd,nc,sad,tort,Fdom,cbt,oral

                     We Get Pinned.

     One customer of Arline's brought a bag of plastic 
clothespins.  She had paid Arline for both of us.  With 
us tied spread eagle, face up, she took the clothespins 
out one at a time and began to place them on our 
bodies.  They hurt only a little at first, and after a 
while they stopped hurting.  
     First, she placed a pin on one of Melina's 
nipples.  Then she placed one on one of my nipples, 
then on Melina's other nipple, then on my other nipple.  
She then placed a clothespin on Melina's breast on the 
brown part below one of her nipples, close to the first 
one.  Then she did the same thing to me and so on.  
     She continued to place the clothespins on us in a 
"Y" formation which went from our nipples, across our 
stomachs and down to our genitals.  When she reached my 
genitals, she began placing the clothespins on my dick 
head then down the front and back of the shaft of my 
penis to my balls.  She placed several clothespins on 
Melina's outer lips, one on her clitoris, and a number 
on her inner lips.  Next, she placed a bunch on my 
balls in such a manner that no area on them was 
unoccupied.
     By the time she had gotten halfway down my chest, 
the clips on my breasts were stinging.  By the time she 
reached my penis, the ones on my breasts were burning 
terribly, and the ones on my chest were stinging.  By 
the time she was finished with my balls, pretty much, 
all of the clips were hurting a lot more than one would 
expect.  Based on the outcry I was hearing from Melina, 
I was sure that she was hurting too.  
     The woman began rubbing herself through her 
slacks.  As she continued to play with herself, the 
pain began to increase more and more.  At last, she 
removed her pants and panties.  By then Melina and I 
were both straining against our ropes and moaning.  
     At that point, she climbed onto my face and sat 
down.  I knew what she wanted so I began to stick my 
tongue deep inside her vagina and forward towards her 
clitoris.  As I licked, the woman began yanking the 
pins off my body starting with my breasts.  Each time 
she pulled one off, waves of pain followed the removal 
and I would howl with agony.  It kind of made it hard 
to do my assigned task.  When the woman heard the 
howling I was making, she began to get hot and wet and 
her undulations began to increase in intensity.  
     Finally, as she was removing the clothespins from 
my balls, she began screeching and to my relief 
climaxed. She sent a flood of hot liquid down my throat. 
     At that point, she climbed onto Melina's face and 
sat down.  Melina knew what she wanted, so she began to 
lick the woman back to front.  As Melina ate the woman 
out, the woman began tugging the clothespins off her.  
Each time she wrenched one off Melina would cry out.  
Once again, the yelling made the woman hot and she 
eventually reached orgasm again.  
     By the time she reached her climax, the woman had 
not removed all of the clips from either of us.  She 
got dressed, and then began playing with the remaining 
pins.  She'd pull one down and let it fly back to an 
upright position.  This caused great amounts of pain, 
and she knew it.  She continued this game until Arline 
came in and told her that her time was up.  
     To Arline's delight, when the woman left, there 
were still a half dozen clips on each of us.  Arline 
jerked them slowly and painfully off Melina.  When she 
finished with Melina, she jumped onto my erect penis 
while the clips were still attached to my balls.  The 
pain from the clips made it difficult for me to come, 
and Arline took full advantage of that.  All told, 
Arline was riding my pony for about half an hour, 
during which the clips continued to torment me.  
     After she had climaxed several times, she tore the 
remaining clips off slowly, and left me in pain and 
fully erect.  Arline enjoyed having sex with me, but 
she got extra special pleasure out of leaving me horny 
and erect.  She left me alone and tied up for the 
night.  

          End Part 17/56 Continued in part 18/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 18/56
Summary: Our hero threatens to expose Arline.  She 
tells him what life might be like in a foster home.
Keywords: F/b,nc,sad,sm,cbt,ds,anal



                   Fostering Love.  

        Arline would cause me pain without compassion 
whenever she was angry with me.  She also caused me 
pain when she was frustrated or depressed.  Also, when 
she was very angry with Melina and wanted to beat her, 
but didn't want to leave marks on her.  I wasn't crazy 
about those times but I was nevertheless glad to be 
able to spare Melina the pain even though it was at my 
expense.   
        Mostly, I think, she blamed me for having 
deflowered Melina, an act for which she was never going 
to forgive me, even though it wasn't my fault.  She was 
going to make me pay for it time and again.  Maybe I 
caused that.  I told Arline that it was my fault when 
she discovered us.  And even though Melina had also 
accepted the blame, Arline must have decided that I was 
mostly responsible.  
        Also, as I have said, Arline liked to cause me 
pain when she wished for me to have sex with her, and 
she did that frequently.  It made her hot, and as I 
became dependant on it, it began to make me hot.
        As I became more resistant to her punishments, 
Arline devised newer and more painful "games" to hurt 
me. 
        Other than using the switch and lash, Arline used 
to restrict her punishment to methods that didn't cause 
visible scarring.  To that end, she played a number of 
very painful "games" at my expense.    
        One of her favorite "games" was to blindfold me 
when tied face down on the bed.  Then she would place 
this enormous funnel up my ass and drop painful or 
scary things in.  Glowing cigarette embers were a 
favorite of hers.  Arline didn't smoke, but she bought 
cigarettes just for this purpose.  She would light up a 
cigarette and knock off the hot ember at the tip into 
the funnel.  It would fall down into the hole created 
by the funnel and land on the bottom making a "sssst" 
sound.  Then she would do it again.  She also liked to 
throw in sharp things such as, pins, or a pocketknife.  
One time she threw in a baby cactus.  Other things such 
as bugs, bees, spiders and roaches, all of which I was 
afraid of, would go in.  Surprisingly, the inside of 
one's rectum doesn't have many nerve endings which feel 
pain, so (although I never admitted it to Arline) it 
really didn't hurt too much.  If Arline had known 
better, she would have let the insects run across my 
body, instead.  That would have freaked me out much 
more.
        After she dropped something in she would ask me 
"What was that?"  I would have to guess.  If I gave the 
wrong answer, she would tell me what it was, and then 
she would drop something else in.  If I gave the right 
answer, she would drop something else in anyway.  I was 
not very good at the game.  Sometimes these things 
would be difficult to remove, assuming they came out at 
all.  
        Arline would always play that game after the last 
customer of the day had left. The next day she would 
make me check my excrement following my enema, to 
insure that everything she had put in the day before 
had come back out.  Having worked as an operating room 
nurse, Arline was used to counting the things she put 
up there.  Insects and such, which came out would 
usually wind up in my meals.  If she didn't find the 
number of things she expected to find in my bowels, she 
would search inside me with a long forceps until she 
found whatever she thought was missing.  
        When she searched around in my bowels for things, 
the forceps would sometimes grab sections of my colon, 
which she would try to remove, unsuccessfully.  
Fortunately, she was careful not to be too forceful 
when she did this or I probably would be missing 
sections of the lining of my colon.  Unfortunately, 
having her pinch the lining of the inside of my butt 
would hurt considerably.   
        Another game of hers was to put a rubber band 
around my balls or my dick head and pluck it allowing 
it to snap back onto the bare flesh.  That produced an 
extreme stinging pain, which left my sexual organs warm 
for most of the day, and sometimes left black and blue 
marks on them.  
        One day, I suggested to Arline that if she hurt me 
again, she would be sorry. 
        "What are you going to do?"  She asked in a 
cynical tone of voice.  
        "I'll call the police on you." I said.
        "If you do that, you'll be sorry."  Said Arline.  
"They'll put me in jail and they'll put you and Melina 
into separate foster homes.  Do you know what life is 
like in a foster home?  It's worse than it is here.  
And you and Melina will never see me or each other 
again."  
        I would have been happy to never see Arline again.  
Melina would not.  Arline was for me a lot like the 
classic wicked stepmother in a fairy tale.  For Melina, 
Arline was just mom.  (Well, "Mother" actually.)  I 
would have been glad to see Arline arrested, but the 
prospect of Melina and I being split apart, horrified 
me.  We had grown pretty close together.  
        Later that day, I looked on the internet to see 
what life would be like in a foster home.  Though most 
descriptions by those who had been in the system were 
bitter sweet, several accountings were indeed 
horrendous.  It was a crapshoot whether or not one 
would wind up in a better place, and almost a certainty 
Melina and I would not wind up in the same place.  
Arline's threat of us never seeing each other again was 
a real one.  The possibility of losing Melina was a 
nightmare I would prefer not to face.  
        Sure life was tough with Arline, but it might be 
worse in a foster home.  Besides, I couldn't bear to 
think that Melina and I would never see each other 
again.  I now loved Melina deeply, and was willing to 
put up with just about anything to have us stay 
together.  And "anything" included living my life with 
Arline.   

          End Part 18/56 Continued in part 19/56

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 19/56
Summary: Arline and Melina deal with the law.  There
is some underhandedness as Arline is blackmailed.
Keywords: bd,blackmail,nc,sad,M/g,ds


                The Long Arm Of The Law.

     One day, Arline was expecting a client.  When she 
opened the door, she was shocked to see a police 
officer standing there in full uniform.  "May I come 
in?"  the police officer asked.
     "Do you have a warrant?" asked Arline.  The cop 
pushed the door open and walked inside.  "There's been 
a report that you are abusing children here."  He said.  
-     "That's not true...  Where are you going?"  Asked 
Arline.
     The cop walked into the parlor followed by Arline.  
Arline said "You're not allowed to do this."
     The cop looked around the room observing Melina 
and me.  As usual, Arline had tied us to our beds, 
spread eagle and naked.  "Neither are you."  He said 
patiently.  
     He turned to Melina.  "Are you okay?"  He asked.  
     "Yes."  She answered a little stunned.  Melina 
didn't want the cop arresting Arline and she didn't 
want to have the two of us split up, as Arline had 
warned.  
     "Are you eighteen?" he asked Melina.  
     "Yes."  Melina answered.  Melina did not look 
eighteen.  She barely looked eleven.  But the cop was 
okay with her answer.  
     "Of course you are."  The cop said.  "Are you 
okay?"  He asked me.  
     I didn't want to have the two of us split up and 
sent to foster homes either.  "I'm fine."  I said.
     "Good, as long as everybody is okay."  He said.  
With that, he put his fingertips on Melina's neck and 
drew his hand slowly down her chest.  "Better than 
good, great."  He said, stopping at her pussy.  He 
smiled "Great."  He repeated.  Then he stuck his finger 
gently into Melina's gash.  He rubbed it around a 
little and then pulled it out and smelled it.  "As long 
as it's clean in here, I won't have to call the 
department of health on you."  He said to Arline with a 
satirical tone in his voice.  "But," he said, "I will 
have to fine you five hundred dollars for...  uh...  
selling without a peddler's license.  He winked at 
Arline and held out his hand, rubbing his thumb against 
the side of his middle finger, suggestively.   
     Arline left the room and returned with five one 
hundred dollar bills in her hand.  The police officer 
took the money.  "Oh and freebies, whenever I want 
them."  With that, he began taking off his clothes.  
"You may leave now."  He said to Arline.  Arline left 
the room and closed the door.  
     After the cop had finished undressing, he lay down 
in the bed next to Melina, placed his hand on her 
breast and began kissing her.  Melina was afraid to 
offer any resistance, not that she could have, and she 
began kissing him back.  Normally when a man kissed her 
like that, that was what he expected in return.  
Instead, the cop smacked her violently across the face.  
     His face got ugly.  "Bitch."  He said.  "Keep your 
filthy, nympho, scum sucking tongue out of my mouth.  
Jerk me off," said the cop.  Melina motioned as best 
she could that she was tied up and the cop untied the 
arm closest to him.  Melina began working the skin on 
his dick up and down.  He began sticking his fingers 
into her vagina, and licking her lips and ears.  
     Melina couldn't control herself when he stuck his 
tongue in her ear and she squirmed and moaned each time 
he did it.  This made me a little jealous.  Soon she 
was breathing heavily, and at that point, the cop 
stopped and grabbed his billy club.  He went back to 
licking Melina on the ears and lips, and then he began 
to ease the baton into Melina's now moist vagina.  
     Melina's vagina was barely wide enough to 
accommodate the stick, but she did her best to put up 
with it.  Then the cop began sticking it in deeper 
and deeper.  He continued manipulating it until he 
had stuck it in a full eight inches and then he began 
saying, "Say you love it.  Tell me you want more."  
     "Please" said Melina.  "You're in as deep as you 
can go.  You're going to hurt me if you go any deeper."  
With that, the cop became enraged.  His face got ugly 
again and he began driving it in even deeper.  I could 
see him straining to get it in.  Melina began 
contorting in pain and moaning.  
     "Say you love it.  Tell me you want more."  The 
cop said angrily.  
     "I love it, I want more."  Screamed Melina.  
     "Good," said the cop.  He eased up on the club.  
It was obvious that he had gone as far as he could go 
with it.  Melina was shrieking loudly.  "I love it.  I 
love it.  I love it."  She kept screaming repeatedly.  
     With that, the cop ejaculated onto Melina's chest.  
He pulled the billy club out of Melina's snatch and 
said "Best baton polish there is.  You'll see me again, 
guys."
     We heard him talking to Arline in the hallway.  
"You've got some prime beef back there."  He said.  
"I'll be back next week for my tribute.  Think of that 
as insurance.  And some more nookie, think of that as... 
uh... a bribe."  
     Arline came into the bedroom.  "That five 
hundred's coming out of the account.  You owe me for 
that.  She said crossly.   
 
          End Part 19/56 Continued in part 20/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 20/56
Summary: The man with the gun is back.  He humiliates
Arline and abuses everybody, finally raping Melina. 
and gang raped by strangers in a park.
Keywords: M/b,M/g,M/F,Mg,bd,nc,rape,sad,tort,viol,cbt


               Like Mother Like Daughter.

     Arline answered the door and was dismayed to see 
the guy with the gun (with his gun.)  "Hi ya' honey, 
d'ya miss me?  I told ya' I'd be back.  We're going to 
have a party now.  Where's your daughter?"      
     The guy led Arline at gunpoint into the parlor 
where, as usual, we were tied to our beds, naked, 
spread eagle and helpless.  He pointed the gun at 
Arline again and told her to remove her pants again.  
Arline did what he asked.  "Take off your panties."  He 
sang.  Arline removed her panties.  
     The day before, Arline and I had had a session in 
which she had me shave off her pubic hair.  Kind of a 
cool variation from the norm.  When the guy saw that 
Arline had been shaved clean on the bottom, he started 
laughing.  He turned to Melina and said "Well, well, 
well, if she were fourteen years younger, you could 
pass for twins now."  He started laughing again.  Then 
he grabbed Arline by her pussy lips and gave them a 
brisk tug.  Arline winced in pain.  
     I strained against my bonds trying to break free 
but was unable to undo the restraints.  The guy went 
over to Melina and gave her pussy lips a brisk tug.  
Melina winced in pain.  "Funny, that's what your mother 
said" the guy said laughing.  The guy ordered Arline to 
remove her blouse and bra.  Arline did so.  The guy 
searched the room and eventually found a drawer full of 
ropes.  He grabbed some and began tying Arline to the 
hooks, which were on the wall across from the beds.  
     He tied her arms, tightly, leaving no slack in the 
ropes.  Arline had to stand on her toes to keep the 
ropes from cutting off the flow of blood to her hands.  
At that point, I couldn't help but observe how 
magnificent her breasts looked.  They were now exposed 
elegantly, after having been lifted up by her arms when 
he tied her up.  The brown cones of her areoles formed 
a perfectly round shape, bulls eyed by her nipples, 
which were erect and standing out from the breasts.  
     The guy then lifted Arline's legs off the floor, 
from behind her knees.  For a while, he just peered 
into her twat, which had opened slightly.  There she 
was, her cookies spread apart, the insides of her most 
intimate of places, lain bare, exposed, denuded, 
glistening, moist and warm.  I could see her clitoris 
sticking out at the top, pointy and red.  Beneath where 
her vagina ended, I could see just the slightest 
darkening of her color from where her asshole began.  
From where the guy was standing, I was sure he could 
see everything, in all its splendor.  For a moment I 
wondered what it looked like, close up and from his 
vantage point.  Suddenly, I felt ashamed, as I realized 
that I was delighting in Arline's debasement and 
humiliation.  For some reason I was feeling remorse for 
doing something that Arline did to Melina and me all of 
the time.  
     Eventually, the guy finished watching.  He put 
Arline's legs over his shoulders and stuck his face 
deep into her vagina.  If the guy thought that Arline 
was defenseless, he had another thing coming.  Arline 
made her move.  She closed her legs tightly around his 
head, wrapping her feet together and applying pressure 
to her thighs, sealing him in a headlock.  
     If Arline thought the guy was helpless, she had 
another thing coming.  The guy screamed for a moment, 
but then he began beating her with his fists forcing 
them upward into her ribs.  Simultaneously he opened 
his mouth and bit down violently on her pussy lips and 
clitoris.  
     For a couple of moments, the two remained locked 
in mortal combat, but eventually the guy won out.  In 
an attempt to free herself, Arline inadvertently opened 
her legs and the guy escaped.  
     The guy was pissed.  He began smacking, Arline on 
the face.  Arline brought her legs up again, attempting 
to wrap them around his waist, but the guy was too 
fast.  He moved back and away, averting her legs.  
     At this point, the guy wasn't taking any chances.  
He went back to the drawer full of ropes and one after 
the other, he tied her ankles tightly to the same hooks 
to which her wrists were tied.  Her legs were spread 
far apart.  Now Arline was suspended entirely off the 
floor with her knees in front of her shoulders and her 
ankles over her wrists.  Arline's mid section was 
utterly exposed.  Every feature of her sexuality was 
now displayed prominently within a square about a foot 
and a half wide.  
     Now Arline looked beautiful.  Sure enough, she did 
look like Melina.  Shaved as it was, her pussy looked 
smaller and more immature than normal.  Her outer pussy 
lips were slightly larger, than Melina's were, but did 
not appear to look as massive as usual.  Her inner 
lips, though larger than Melina's had the same apparent 
shape as Melina's, and had a mass, which was 
proportional to them.  They too were beautiful, frilly 
and pink with maroon edges.  They too traveled two-
thirds the way down, surrounding the hole of her 
vagina, and they too ended about an inch short of her 
asshole.  Then the guilt returned, as I saw the 
expression of pain, mortification and fear on Arline's 
face.  I turned away.  
     There we were the three of us.  Arline, Melina and 
me helplessly tied up and completely exposed.  Of the 
three of us, Arline looked the most scared.  She was 
not used to defilement the way Melina and I were.  The 
guy began looking around again and eventually found his 
way into the closet where Arline kept the whip.  He 
grabbed it and then pointed to Arline.  "Eanie, Meanie, 
Miney, Moe, you're the one that's gotta' go" When he 
said "go", he was pointing to me.  With that, he swung 
the whip as hard as he could at my bare stomach, 
knocking the air out of me and leaving a searing lash 
mark on me.  I screamed.  
     "Go ahead and scream, nobody can hear you." said 
the guy.  "God, like I'd never heard that one before." 
I thought.  
     "I don't see why you screamed though, that didn't 
hurt me a bit," he said laughing.  He pointed at me 
"Eanie, Meanie, Miney, Moe, you're the one that's gotta 
go."  He was pointing at Melina.  Then he cut loose 
with the whip again.  Melina screamed.  "I like this" 
he said.  "Eanie, Meanie..."  He was pointing at 
Arline.  The lash flew against her bare ass.  Arline 
screamed.  "This is fun," he said.  
     After a while, he became bored with the game, but 
not before he had struck each of us eight or so times.  
Arline probably got the worst of the lashing.  He 
seemed to be honing in on her vagina which was 
protruding conspicuously from her body.  
     The guy stayed about an hour playing with numerous 
toys and stuffing each of us with whatever he found.  I 
think I might have gotten the worst of those games when 
he stuck a sharpened pencil into the hole in my penis 
and broke it in half inside me.  Finally, he fucked 
Melina several times while slapping her in the face, 
and pinching her nipples.  Then he left us all tied up 
as we were.  Melina finally broke loose early the next 
morning.  She untied Arline and me.  
     Arline swore to us that this wouldn't happen 
again, and we went to bed.  The next morning Arline 
helped me get the pencil out of my dick by squeezing 
it, starting at the bottom, and working it up to the 
top.  The procedure really hurt.  But after that, I 
took the best piss of my life.  


          End Part 20/56 Continued in part 21/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 21/56
Summary: Our hero comes to terms with masochism.
Keywords: F/b,bd,sm,ds
 
                   Pain Is For Play.  

     Arline caused me lots of pain.  Because she so 
frequently would have sex with me following such 
encounters, I learned to associate the pain with sex.  
Arline would beat me and I would find myself aroused in 
spite of the obvious negative ramifications of the 
session.  Something about the stinging of my rear end 
after a caning or the burning of my back, genitals or 
breasts following an abusive rendezvous with her, made 
me hot and hard.  
     If Arline chose not to have sex with me after a 
session of tormenting, or if she didn't allow me to 
reach climax because she forced me to eat her out or 
something similar, I would be erect for as long as it 
took for the pain to go away, sometimes longer.  This 
could take hours, and Arline was able to use the 
response to prep me for a session of straight sex with 
some of her less attractive customers, who otherwise 
might not hold my interest.  
     Pain began to become a foreplay stimulus for me 
and eventually, even the mention of a caning or other 
torture could stimulate my arousal.  
     At night, I would think about episodes with Arline 
and I would be up late into the morning erect.  
Sometimes I would make up adventures with her and they 
would keep me warm, long into the night.  I began 
inventing newer and more painful ways in which I could 
enjoy her company.  Sometimes I would tell Arline about 
them.  If she liked the idea, she would please me by 
doing those things to me.  
 


          End Part 21/56 Continued in part 22/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 22/56
Summary: The man with the gun returnes.  He rapes and
tortures Arline.  He threatens to torture our hero.
Keywords: M/F,humil,rape,anal,bd,nc,sad,tort,viol,
Mg,piv

             Arline "Man's" Up. (Part 1)

     Arline answered the door.  There, holding his gun 
was the guy who had raped Arline and Melina and 
assaulted us all.  By the time Arline realized who it 
was, it was too late.  The guy kicked the front door in 
and locked it from the inside.  Then he forced Arline 
into the parlor at gunpoint.  As usual, we were tied 
spread eagle, naked in our beds.  Melina was on her 
back and I was on my stomach with my ass up.   
     He waved the gun at Arline and pointed to the 
sawhorse.  Then he demanded she straddle the long beam, 
and to lean over.  He tied her ankles to the legs of 
the horse.  Arline's legs were shorter than the 
supports of the sawhorse, so her weight was now fully 
supported by the crossbeam, with her chest and crotch 
firmly against the saw teeth, which made up the beam.  
     Next, the guy tied her wrists to the front legs of 
the device.  Arline was now as helpless as we were, and 
was no doubt in more pain.  
     The guy walked out of the room and left the house.  
He came back carrying a green cloth gym bag.  He set 
the bag down and then pulled a long, ugly hunting knife 
out of the bag.  When he unsheathed the knife and stood 
over Arline, I began to worry.  I was afraid that this 
time, he was going to carve us all up.  Weeks, maybe 
even months from now, people were going to read about 
us in the newspaper after finding our dead bodies still 
tied up as we were.  
     The guy stuck the knife into the back of Arline's 
pants.  He pulled up on the knife and it easily cut 
through her belt.  Then he replaced the knife in her 
pants and began moving the knife down cutting the seam 
of Arline's pants down to the crossbeam.  Slowly, piece 
by piece, he cut the fabric of her pants until he had 
removed all of the material covering her buttocks.  
     Next, he pulled the knife down each pants leg and 
cut off the material there.  As he continued 
meticulously cutting off Arline's pants, he cut around 
the ropes that bound her legs.  He then pulled out all 
of the strips of material lying between her and the 
sawhorse.  
     Starting at her collar, the guy next cut the 
fabric of Arline's blouse from her body.  Going down 
her back and arms, and pulling out the cloth underneath 
her.       
     After the guy had finished removing her slacks and 
shirt, Arline was still wearing her panties and bra.  
The guy then stepped back to admire his work.  He sat 
down on Melina's bed and smiled.  
     The guy put the knife down and began to rub his 
privates for a while.   
     Next, he took the knife and went back to Arline.  
He stuck the knife violently into Arline's panties.  I 
was afraid for a moment that he had stabbed her.  
Instead, the guy cut away her panties exposing her 
buttocks, he then cut the elastic material at the sides 
of her legs and pulled the remaining cloth away.  
Arline was now naked on the bottom, with her posterior 
well exposed. 
     The guy wasn't done.  He removed the straps, which 
secured Arline's bra, and pulled the material there 
away.  Arline was now completely naked, except for a 
few strips of clothing underneath the ropes.  She was 
helplessly trussed up, supported painfully with her 
weight on the saw-toothed crossbeam.    
     The guy now undressed pausing to rub Arline's ass 
cheeks several times.
     When he was finally nude, the guy grabbed Arline's 
ass cheeks and pinched them.  Then he pulled the cheeks 
apart and spit on her back door.  Next, he violently 
stuck his dick inside her asshole hilt deep.  Arline 
moaned in pain.  While this was a fairly common 
occurrence for Melina and me, Arline who actually 
considered herself our manager, did not participate in 
her business, so she actually had never, at least to 
our knowledge, been buggered before.
     Then the guy climbed up on top of Arline and 
grabbed her roughly by the breasts, using them as 
handles, for balance while fucking her in the ass.  The 
guy's weight now was fully supported by Arline's body.  
As the guy began gyrating his hips, Arline began 
straining to breathe.  The guy was after all crushing 
her lungs against the saw-toothed crossbeam.  This went 
on for more time than I could stand.  I was afraid 
Arline was going to suffocate or have her ribs broken.  
Finally, the guy ejaculated deep inside Arline's rectum 
with a deep, satisfied sigh, and he got off her.  
     Arline gagged.  "You bastard, your children are 
going to die helplessly in my asshole," she said 
caustically. 
     The guy did not respond.  Instead, he placed his 
hand on Arline's neck and drew it slowly down her back 
stopping at her ass.  Then he drew his hand back and 
spanked Arline hard on the seat making a loud smack.  
Taken by surprise, Arline screamed for a second, and 
then she regained her composure.  The guy whispered 
something in her ear.  
     "What?"  Arline asked.  
     "You heard me bitch," said the guy.
     "There isn't any," said Arline.  
     "We'll see about that," said the guy.  With that, 
he slapped her again on the bottom this time making an 
even louder Smack.  Arline's body shook in response to 
the blow but this time she didn't make a sound.  
     "So, you think you're tough.  We'll get it out of 
you.  You might as well talk now 'cause it's going to 
be a long night otherwise.  I'm going to enjoy this.  
But you won't."  Arline didn't respond and the guy went 
to the bag.  To my surprise, the guy pulled a switch 
about the same size as Arline's, out of the bag.  
     "Let's start by softening you up."  The guy said.  
With that, he swung the lash viciously against Arline's 
behind, making the same "thwack" Arline makes on mine.  
Arline's body shook as much as one can while being tied 
up to a sawhorse, but again she said nothing.  The guy 
took the cane and drew it across four more times in 
succession.  
     Not only did Arline not scream or say anything, 
but this time, her body hardly moved.  The guy said "I 
can do this all day long, you know."  Arline did not 
respond.  
     I was proud of her.  Arline was taking the 
punishment "like a man."  (In only one way.)  I 
wondered if I could be as valiant under the same 
circumstances.  Normally I yelled when Arline beat me, 
but mostly I yelled to make Arline feel she was getting 
to me.  I'd learned that I could be silent when Arline 
beat me, but that only made Arline angrier, so I used 
to scream to appease her.  When she beat me however, my 
body did react.  I wondered how Arline managed to switch
off the pain.  
     The guy struck her numerous times apparently 
aiming his blows at the same location on her posterior.  
The lash kept landing on the same spot, which became 
more red, swollen and painful with each blow.  Each 
time he brought the lash down, he said "Where is it."  
     Arline would answer, "There isn't any."  Or "Where 
is what?"
     "Okay, that does it.  I've tried to be nice, but 
you just don't appreciate it.  I guess I'm going to 
have to take off the kid gloves now.  The guy removed 
the gloves he was wearing.  (Apparently, he was 
actually wearing kid gloves.)  The guy went to his bag 
and put the gloves and the switch inside.  Then he took 
a propane torch out of his bag and a metal rod about 
two feet long and three eighths of an inch wide.  He 
lit the blowtorch and placed the end of the metal rod 
into the flame of the torch.  "Are you sure you want to 
go through with this?" the guy asked.  
     "I don't know what you're talking about."  Arline 
said.
     The guy heated the rod until it was red-hot.  The 
guy held the end about an inch from Arline's nose and 
said "Where is it?"  
     Arline screamed, "Where is what?"  
     With that, the guy took the rod, still red-hot, 
and placed the end of it against Arline's ass below the 
buttock where the leg joins the cheek.  The rod made a 
searing sound like eggs when thrown into a hot pan.  
Unlike the switch the guy had used, this made Arline 
lurch forward and scream.  The air became filled with 
the smell of charcoal broil.  "I don't have it," she 
screamed at the top of her voice. 
     "You're going to tell me eventually."  He 
screamed.  "Why don't you save yourself all this pain 
and heartache, and tell me what I want to know now?"  
Once again, Arline did not respond.  
     The guy reheated the rod and when it was red-hot, 
he again held it in front of Arline's face.  "Tell me 
what I want to know."  He yelled.  
     "There is no money."  Arline said, slowly and 
distinctly.  
     This time the guy took the poker and placed it 
against Arline's dangling breast.  Arline screamed 
again.  She jerked forward so hard that the sawhorse 
swayed, but the ropes had her bound unyieldingly. 
     The guy picked up the rod and began heating the 
end again.  When the rod got red-hot, the guy looked at 
her.  Arline stared back coldly.  "Well?" He said. 
Arline didn't respond.  "I always wanted to do this," 
the guy said.  With that, the guy took the red-hot 
poker and shoved it up Arline's asshole.  
     This time the rod made a sound like a long loud 
fart.  Arline jerked forward so hard, the frame almost 
fell down.  The air filled with smoke and a smell like 
a combination of roasted pork and burning shit.  Arline 
screamed at the top of her lungs again.  "Fuck you, pig 
snot."  She yelled.  Then she began throwing up.  The 
retching continued long after the contents of her 
stomach had emptied.  
     Steam was still rising from the metal rod lodged 
in Arline's butt hole.  The guy pulled it out 
violently.  Arline screamed loudly in response.  Then 
the guy asked "Well?"  He waited for a response.  
Arline did not respond.  She just lay there panting in 
shallow breaths, making a sound a little like a hissing 
snake.  
     "That does it.  I can see that I'm going to have 
to use more extreme measures."  Said the guy.  I tried 
to imagine what could possibly be more extreme than 
sticking a red-hot poker up someone's ass.
     The guy climbed on top of Melina and began fucking 
her, and while he was doing this he grabbed her nipples 
and pinched and twisted them.  Melina breathed heavily, 
moaned and then screamed as he did this.  After about 
two minutes, the guy said "Don't make them pay for your 
stubbornness, tell me what I want to know."  
     The guy continued fucking and pinching Melina.  
Melina continued wincing, moaning and screaming.  This 
continued for what seemed like an eternity.  Finally, 
the guy climaxed and got up.  "That was great."  He 
said.  "One of the best fucks I've ever had.  I love 
this.  It's really getting my juices flowing."  He 
looked at Melina.  "Can you feel my juices flowing?"  
He asked mockingly.  
     Then the guy started heating up the metal rod 
again.  "Well?"  He said to Arline.  Arline continued 
panting, but did not reply.  
     This time, the guy walked up to me with the red-
hot poker and held it by my prone ass.  I could feel 
the heat coming off from it, on my ass cheeks.  "Stop."  
I said, "Please don't do this."  I cried.  
     "Well?"  Said the guy to Arline again.  
     "Okay," shouted Arline.  "I'll have to show you."  
She said. 
     The guy put down the rod and turned off the 
blowtorch.  "No tricks or we'll get to continue where 
we left off."  The guy got dressed.  He grabbed the gun 
then he untied Arline.  Arline got her bathrobe out of 
the closet.  She walked slowly, with great distress.  
The two of them walked out of the room while Melina and 
I held our breath.  
     Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" sound from the 
somewhere in the house.  Melina and I reckoned that it 
had to be his gun, and waited in fear for the guy who 
most certainly was coming to kill the witnesses.


          End Part 22/56 Continued in part 23/56

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 23/56
Summary: Everybody has to deal with the man with 
the gun.  Our hero and Melina have some hard core 
romance. Everybody eats a strange breakfast.
Keywords: bg,bd,inc,sm,fdom,cbt,ds,anal,oral,piv,
vore,Fb



             Arline "Man's" Up. (Part 2)

     To our great relief it was Arline, who walked 
slowly and painfully into the room, alive.  She was 
carrying the guy's gun.  
     Slowly she untied Melina's hands.  Then she tried 
to sit down on Melina's bed.  She immediately got back 
up and climbed up so that she could lie down "We have 
work to do.  Untie your brother.  Then get dressed."  
She said.  
     Melina untied her own legs, released my bonds and 
we got dressed.  Arline got up.  She had us follow her 
into her bedroom.  Arline walked slowly and 
deliberately, her knees kept bumping into each other as 
she walked.  There on the carpet in the bedroom, was 
the guy, lying on the floor, in a pool of blood.  
Arline did her best to sound cool and calm, but there 
was obviously great distress in her voice.  
     "We have to clean this all up before the police 
wind up coming here.  I'm not going to be able to help 
you do that."  Arline got down on her bed face down and 
began dictating instructions to us.  She instructed us 
to remove the guy along with the rug on which he was 
lying and pull him out of the house into the back yard.  
Next, she told us to dig a hole and bury him in it.  
     This took quite a while.  Though Melina and I each 
had a shovel, there were tons of roots in the soil, 
which slowed us down.  Eventually though, we had dug a 
hole about three-feet deep and five feet long in the 
soil.  
     We dropped the guy in the hole, and we discovered 
to our dismay, that the guy was six-feet tall and 
wouldn't fit in the five-foot hole we had dug.  We dug 
the hole a foot longer and put him face down in the 
dirt.  His knees, which kept popping up at first, now 
were able to fit in the hole and at last, we were 
finally able to bury him.  By the time, we finished 
burying him the sun had set.  
     Then Arline instructed us to burn the bloodstained 
rug on which he had died.  This was not easy; the rug 
wouldn't burn by itself so we needed to start a wood 
fire to generate enough heat to destroy it.
     There was blood on the walls, over the floor 
and on much of the furniture, so we had to clean 
these up too.  The sun had begun to rise by the time we 
finished doing this.  Arline had fallen asleep.  We 
decided not to wake her. 
     Melina and I were about to go to our rooms, but 
then we realized that we were free for the first time 
in weeks.  We went into my room because it had clean 
sheets.  I slowly undressed Melina and she did me.  My 
skin rubbed against hers and hers against mine.  I'd 
forgotten how soft Melina was.  It felt good.  I rubbed 
her breasts and sucked on her nipples. I ran my fingers 
down her chest and stomach.  She placed her arms around 
my body and hugged me.  We kissed for the first time in 
months.  
     It was then that I remembered how person after 
person had used Melina, violated her, defiled her, 
soiled her, forced her to give them blowjobs and 
swallow their seamen.  I became disgusted and removed 
my tongue from her mouth.  I started gagging and 
pushed her away.  
     "What's the matter?"  She asked.  
     "I don't know." I lied.  "I'm just not in the 
mood I guess."  I was ashamed of myself.  I realized 
that I was no better than the fucking johns who 
called upon us and thought of us as dirty, polluted, 
disease carrying tramps.  I turned away from Melina 
and started crying.  
     "Are you crying?"  Melina asked me.  I just kept 
crying, I couldn't look at her.  
     "I'm sorry."  I said.  "It's just today's events.  
I was so scared that we were going to wind up dead.  
Please let's just go to bed and I'm sure everything 
will be all right tomorrow."  
     I was lying.  The aftermath of the day's crisis 
had left me drained, and stressed, but that wasn't 
actually, what was bothering me.  
     Melina turned over placed her lips around my penis 
"Let's see if we can't get beyond that horrible 
memory."  She whispered.  Then she sat down on my face 
with her love nest over my mouth, and began giving me 
head.  Instead of evoking an erection, Melina's 
endeavor resulted in a complete failure.  My penis 
inverted trying to hide inside my body.  
     What actually was bothering me was the thought of 
patron after patron shooting scum into Melina's dark 
hole, how the guy with the gun had just raped her, and 
now she had that horrible, garbage can filled with 
rotting things over my mouth.  Even though people had 
been doing much the same thing to me, repeatedly, 
during the past couple of months, I couldn't see my way 
past what now seemed to be wanton, deviant behavior on 
her part.  Melina seemed dirty to me, and I couldn't 
stand the idea of sucking on the part of her, which by 
now must surely be polluted.  "Why," I thought 
"Couldn't she be clean like Arline?"       
     That was it, I realized, I was in love with 
Arline.  After all the episodes with Arline, I had 
become enthralled with her.  I pushed Melina away.  
Melina looked down depressed.  She stopped and thought 
for a few moments.  Then she brightened up and said "I 
know what you need."  
     She got off the bed and went to the closet.  She 
removed some things and threw them on the bed.  I 
recognized Arline's ropes and my restraint belt.  
Melina tightened the restraint belt to my waist and 
secured my wrists.  When she was satisfied that I was 
securely bound, she tied me spread eagle to the bed 
face down.  Melina went back into the closet and 
removed her own switch.  
     Melina sat back down on the bed with her snatch 
under my head and smacked me gently on the ass with her 
lash five times.  "You're going to pleasure me like 
I've never been satisfied before."  With that, she 
brought the lash down on my ass again.  I wasn't 
convinced.  Melina struck me again, harder this time, 
five more times.  "You will do this."  She said.  I 
still wasn't convinced.  Melina brought the lash down 
even harder than before "Stick your tongue out, you 
fairy."  She said.  I continued to resist
     This time when Melina struck me, she did it harder 
than Arline did.  Now, Melina was sending waves of pain 
flowing over my body, and sending a strong message to 
my libido the way Arline did.  Out came my tongue, 
once, twice, I stopped.  
     Melina got down from the bed, went back to the 
closet and got something out.  Then she got back on the 
bed and moved her pussy under my mouth again.  "You are 
going to please me," she said.  She had gotten out a 
long, stout vibrating dildo.  She turned it on and 
pounded it, unlubricated into my back door.  The dildo 
didn't go in far, but it made its point.  My ass 
reflexively squeezed my cheeks together from the pain.  
     Melina began working the dildo deeper and deeper 
into my anus.  It was dry and a particularly thick 
dildo and the pain from it was sensational.  I started 
licking her more and more.  When the dildo wouldn't go 
in any further, she took her fist and pounded on it.  I 
continued licking and sucking on her.  
     Melina was now rocking back and forth and I had 
slowed down some.  "I didn't say you could stop, you 
faggot."  With that, she grabbed the switch and began 
beating me in time to her undulations.  She was 
striking me forcibly and it was burning me.  I worked 
frantically, stuck my tongue in deeper, sucked harder, 
and moved faster, and finally Melina began to cry out 
in ecstasy.  This went on for a long time while she 
continued to beat me.  
     I continued to work on her, harder than I had with 
any of the clients, even harder than I did with Arline, 
harder than I had ever done before, and she kept caning 
me.  Finally, she stopped with a long sigh and let the 
lash go.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssss!"  She said.  
Then she got out from under me and sat on the edge of 
the bed for a short time while she recovered.  
     After her respiration returned to normal, Melina 
untied me and then retied me face up with my legs 
together.  I was still wearing the wrist restraint and 
the dildo was still stuck up my butt-hole.  It was a 
long one and when she laid me on my back, the end of it 
which stuck out against the mattress, put pressure deep 
inside me.  The lash marks were also still burning me 
and I now had a fine erection.  
     Melina went to the closet and removed a thin piece 
of sisal rope.  She tied it tightly around my balls, at 
about its midpoint.  Then she climbed on her knees, on 
top of me and began moving her hips up and down.  I had 
forgotten how very petite Melina's vagina was.  She was 
such a small person after all, and now she was 
clenching me firmly in her grasp.  It felt good.  
     My ass was burning, my dick felt encased firmly in 
velvet, I was being stretched to the limit against my 
colon and prostate gland and at last, I was enjoying 
myself.  Melina bent over and kissed me.  "God, why did 
she have to do that?"  I thought.  My dick shrank and 
fell out of her.  It lay down and surrendered.  
     With that, Melina smacked me in the face firmly 
with her open hand.  Then she shoved my dick back 
inside her and pulled forcibly on the strings she had 
tied around my balls.  A downpour of pain rolled across 
my body and my penis returned to attention.  Melina 
tied the string around her neck and began to move up 
and down on top of me.  As she did so, the string 
loosened and tightened up on my balls, and the dildo 
exerted and released pressure against my colon.  Melina 
did not try to kiss me again.  
     Melina was by now highly skilled at pleasing 
gentlemen and was quite intuitive.  She was doing a 
sensational job of making me happy.  It was taking me a 
long time to reach orgasm, and she was toiling away.  
With that string around my balls, though, I was quite 
rigid and she returned to climax mode several times 
while she worked me over.     
     Finally, I climaxed deep inside of Melina spewing 
at least a quart of sperm into her cervix.  (Well, it 
felt like a quart.)  It was the first time I had come 
inside of her since our virgin encounter, long ago.  
"Mmmmmmmmmm."  She said.  Then she fell in a heap on 
top of me.  We fell asleep that way for quite a while.  
Then we heard Arline calling us from her bedroom.  
     It took a while for Melina to release me, and for 
us to get dressed.  By the time we got into Arline's 
room, she was infuriated.  Based upon the distasteful 
look on her face, it was obvious that Arline had 
guessed what had transpired between us.  At first, it 
seemed as though Arline was handling our indiscretions 
well.  We realized, however, that since she couldn't 
leave the bed without assistance, she was not in a 
position to discipline us.   
     Arline didn't look too good; her face was sullen 
and bleak.  Her voice was low and unsteady.  It was 
obvious that she was in a lot of pain.  Arline lay 
there motionless except for her lips, "I'm going to 
need your help running the house and getting around for 
the next couple of weeks."
     Melina excused herself and went to the kitchen.  
She came back with a plastic bag from the freezer 
filled with what appeared to be frozen meat.  She 
handed it to Arline and we inspected the contents.  
Arline brightened up slightly and I smiled when we 
recognized that in the bag was the guy with the gun's 
dick and balls.  "It's a trophy," said Melina.  "We 
should hang it over the mantle.  It's his head.  Get 
it?"
     Arline said "We can't have evidence like that 
lying around.  We have to destroy it.  Let's have it 
with some eggs for breakfast."  Melina cheered at the 
suggestion.  Push comes to shove, I was ready to do 
anything Arline asked us to do, but I was sure I would 
have preferred ham with my eggs.  
     Arline asked "There isn't any more evidence like 
that lying around here, is there?"  
     "No." said Melina.  "We buried him with all his 
clothes, and then we burned the rug he bled on."  I 
stayed with Arline.  Melina went into the kitchen to 
prepare breakfast.  Arline and I could hear Melina 
singing in the kitchen.  There was the sound of pans 
clanging and a distinct sound of something frying.  
     A short while later, Melina returned from the 
kitchen with a tray with three plates on it.  She 
distributed the plates; there was buttered toast, 
scrambled eggs, and as she had promised and some kind 
of diced meat in a cream sauce sprinkled generously 
with cracked pepper.  I took a forkful of the eggs and 
watched as everybody else took some of the eggs too.  
Then we each took a bite of the toast.
     Finally, Arline broke the ice.  She took a 
generous forkful of the meat and placed it into her 
mouth.  Melina and I watched in silence.  Arline chewed 
and chewed.  Finally, she swallowed, with an audible 
gulp.  "Not... bad." she said, sounding somewhat 
nauseated.  "It's a little tough in spots, but 
definitely not bad with the pepper."  
     Then it was Melina's turn.  She took a forkful.  
"There appear to be four distinct types of meat."  She 
said, chewing slowly.  "One is very tender, the other 
three are very tough, but they're all quite...  uh...  
different."  
     Then it was my turn.  "Uh...  Nice day out."  I 
responded.  Arline gave me one of her looks.  "We're 
going to have to destroy all of the evidence," she 
reminded me, "Don't make me have to tell you again."  
She said.  "Do you want Melina to put some excrement 
into it?"  We all laughed.   
     I took a small forkful and chewed.  "The head 
tastes best."  I said.  "Maybe a little like sausage."
     We all finished our breakfasts, including the 
meat.  I couldn't help feeling a little ghoulish about 
eating it.  
     In that we all appeared a little nauseated; 
I couldn't resist the urge.  I asked Melina if there 
were seconds.  When Melina replied affirmatively, 
Arline and I looked a little sick.  Then she said "More 
of the eggs, that is."  Everybody laughed again.  
     Slowly the shock of the prior day's events wore 
off and life returned to normal at the house.  (That is 
to say normal for our house.)  However, we all had 
nightmares for weeks afterwards, especially Arline.  
Arline required a great deal of maintenance from us not 
to mention lots of TLC.  I would empty her bedpan 
which Arline required several times a day, grateful 
to not be required to consume its contents.  
     Her stools were loose and were followed by 
bleeding from her rectum for a while following each 
shit, but we could tell she was getting better because 
the bleeding tapered off as time went on.  Shitting 
wasn't comfortable for Arline.  Whenever she took a 
shit, she'd scream, "That fucking bastard, I wish I'd 
strangled him instead of just shooting him."  Or "We 
should have cut his genitals off before I killed him."
     Sometimes I'd hug her when she shit because she'd 
tremble so, and I didn't like seeing her in pain.  
Afterward, I'd run my fingers through her hair, kiss 
her on the lips and pet her affectionately until the 
worst of the pain was passed.  Melina was surprised 
that I could show so much affection towards Arline 
after being tormented by her so many times.  I told her 
that I felt Arline needed some slack in order to 
recover from the traumatic events of that day.  That I 
was only acting therapeutically to provide a healthy 
environment.  
     The truth was, I loved Arline and a part of my 
soul got burned out when the guy with the gun tortured 
her, I felt I might never recover.  My love for Melina 
was becoming stronger all the time, but it was also 
becoming more platonic by the day.  Arline was holding 
my heart.  
     Arline's other injuries also took care.  I placed 
and removed bandages and antibiotics on her wounds and 
slowly, they got better.  In the end, however, they 
left nasty scars on her breast and buttock and Arline 
never wore a bikini again.    
     After she was tortured Arline felt she had gotten 
somewhat cooked inside.  As a result, she did not wish 
for me to have straight sex with her for fear that I 
might dislodge something.  Arline would never consider 
giving me oral sex; even intercourse using the 
missionary method was beneath her dignity.  She only 
considered doing it in cases of extreme emergency, or 
if she felt like it.  
     In retrospect I realize that I had very few 
sessions with her during which I actually achieved an 
orgasm, and then only external to her body.  Arline was 
unnaturally afraid of sperm.  That's kind of an unusual 
trait for a nymphomaniac.  I wondered how she came to 
have Melina.  Even when she masturbated me, which was 
almost never, she would remove her hand before I 
ejaculated, much to my frustration.  
     Just because Arline was infirmed, didn't mean she 
didn't get horny from time to time, in fact often.  The 
injuries she had received did not impede her 
nymphomaniac nature at all.  Often, Arline would call 
me to her room and wave the switch, beckoning me to lie 
down next to her where she could reach me.  
     I would lay down next to her, cuddly like and she 
would beat me with the lash repeatedly until her arm 
got tired.  Then she would spread her legs apart and 
say "Do me."  I would lie between her legs, stick my 
tongue in her love nest and do my thing, gently 
cleansing the entire area and stimulating the areas she 
liked done.  We had been intimate together for quite 
some time and I was skilled at pleasing her.  I loved 
tasting what I called my favorite flavor, which got 
better the deeper I went.  
     I'd start by massaging her breasts, then cleansing 
her outer lips rinsing her hair trying to straighten 
them out as best I could.  Then I'd work on cleansing 
her inner lips, outside and then inside, gently 
stimulating them with my tongue being careful not to 
over stimulate them.  
     From there, I'd stick my tongue inside and begin 
removing the slimy fluids, which were my favorite part, 
all the while kneading her breasts.  Then I would pull 
her outer lips apart with my hands allowing me even 
deeper access to the farthest reaches of her honey 
hole.  
     Soon, Arlene would moan and move her hips, rocking 
back and forth.  That would be my cue to begin darting 
my tongue along the front of her vagina going from as 
far back as I could go, attempting to lick her cervix, 
running along her g-spot, to her clitoris, which used 
to swell up significantly, both in width and length, 
and then go back inside.  At that point, she would be 
pushing her pelvis into my face, and squeaking.  If I 
didn't suck the fluids out at that point, they would 
start dripping.  Arline would get angry if her sheets 
were wet afterward, so I had to be careful not to 
spill.  I didn't mind doing that at all.  Soon she 
would be squeaking, then "ohh, ohh, ohhing."  Then she 
would start making that long, loud "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" 
sound which meant that she was enjoying herself.
     This would go on for as long as Arline could 
maintain it, and Arline could maintain it for a long 
time.  I made the mistake of stopping once before she 
was done, and was very, very sorry.  After that, no 
matter how tired I got, no matter how cramped my 
tongue, lips or jaw got, no matter how long she took, I 
never stopped until she either finished or pushed me 
away.  Usually it was the latter. 

          End Part 23/56 Continued in part 24/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 24/56
Summary: Our heros try to run the business themselves.  
Keywords: b,g


             Arline Gives Us The Business.  

     After the hot poker injured her, Arline was 
bedridden for weeks.  During that time, Melina and I 
needed to run the family business.  
     At first, Melina said she needed a vacation, so we 
decided that we would let Melina manage the business 
and let me service the clients, but almost immediately, 
business slacked off.  Without Melina, nobody was that 
excited by me no matter what service I offered.  But 
with Melina working the business, clients seemed more 
interested, even the gay clients.  For some reason 
having a naked pubescent female available to feast 
their eyes upon made people more excited, even if they 
were only going to play with me. (Imagine that.) 
     Melina said she understood, and went back to work.  
It turned out that a majority of business was for her 
anyway, and besides she commanded a higher price for 
men than I did.  Even though I got more money for doing 
women, there were not as many female customers for me 
as there were male customers for Melina.  This was 
fortunate because I could only satisfy so many women a 
day anyhow.
     Arline would phone around and drum up customers, 
and then Melina and I would service them.  Since Arline 
was unable to tie us up in her trademarked manner, 
Melina and I got to run around free.  Unless, that is, 
when the customer specifically asked for one of us to 
be tied up.  In that case, whoever was to be free would 
tie the other one of us up.  
     Melina and I discovered a secret knot that would 
allow us to free ourselves if need be.  That way if 
whoever was free also wound up being tied up, by a 
client for example, we could escape in case they left 
both of us tied up when they left.  That happened 
several times.  People thought it was funny to leave us 
that way.  It never occurred to them that we all might 
starve to death if left that way.  
     Several times, when I thought I was being treated 
unfairly, I considered using the escape.  I was able 
however, to resist the temptation to free myself and 
then slam a bookend into the client's head beating him 
or her senseless or dead.  



          End Part 24/56 Continued in part 25/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 25/56
Summary: Melina does some excellent research.  
She puts what she learns to practice.
Keywords:g,M/g,anal,oral

 
               Practice Makes Perfect.

     Over the course of time, Melina and I found that 
the internet was a great source of information on 
sexuality and lovemaking of all kinds.  We read a great 
deal on the subject and during the months of practice, 
we became experts on it.  
     Soon we could please just about anybody in any 
manner the person wanted, providing any service they 
wished.  Unlike most professionals in just about every 
endeavor of life, regardless of what we were doing, 
Melina and I derived tremendous gratification from 
pleasing our customers.  I guess it might have had 
something to do with Arline never being satisfied with 
anything we did.  Besides, Pleasing customers was our 
business.  
     Having a customer thank us after doing a thorough 
job was more satisfying than getting paid for doing it.  
Actually we never got any of the money anyway.  
Gratitude was also more important to us than achieving 
some orgasm we might or might not have gotten out of 
doing it.  Not that fucking with strangers is much of a 
turn on anyway.  Our customers were grateful, but not 
considerate in that matter.  Once they were done, ready 
or not, the ride was over.
     We loved happy customers.  One thing Arline didn't 
make Melina and me do, was rush.  We were therefore 
able to do the best jobs we could, and take pride on 
our work.  (At least as much as one could take pride in 
fucking people for money.) 
     I was given to understand by some of our regular 
customers that other whorehouses did not believe in 
this.  The prostitutes at other massage parlors were 
expected to get patrons in and out as fast as they 
could and therefore they were not motivated to do a 
thorough or satisfying job.  
     As a result, our business grew rapidly, both by 
word of mouth (Literally.) and with many repeat 
customers.  Arline might not have been the best 
parent, but she had a good head (Literally) for 
business, and cared for our fledgling business well.


 
                 A Good Head For Business.

     Melina had found that one of the secrets to giving 
a great blowjob was proper foreplay.  She knew that 
women liked foreplay, but found out that men 
appreciated it too.  The first thing she did was to 
take control of the situation.  Before she ever began 
sucking on someone's dick she would stimulate him until 
he was fully aroused.  This made it easier on her mouth 
and tongue and such.  
     Not that she had any objection to working hard 
with her mouth, tongue, lips and jaw to satisfy 
patrons.  Melina was a conscientious worker and 
satisfying Arline's clients was more important to her 
than it was, even to Arline, because Melina thought it 
made the experience more rewarding for the customers.  
     Melina smiled at the customer warmly to make him 
feel comfortable, she took a rubber band and tied her 
hair into a ponytail behind her head.  
     "Why'd you do that?  I won't come on it, I love 
your hair." The customer said.
     "I did that so you can watch me."  Melina replied 
still smiling warmly.  "Most men  are curious, and 
 find it a turn on to watch.  And don't worry, you 
probably won't get to come on it.  But do you want 
me to let it down again?"
     The client motioned a somewhat ambivalent "no."  
     Melina had the man stand in front of the mirror 
and she began working on him.  First, she kissed him 
starting at his mouth and worked her way slowly down to 
his testicles.  By the time she reached his balls, the 
man had a nice erection.  She gently stroked him on the 
perineum (between his balls and his rectum).   She 
continued this for a few minutes during which the man 
moaned in pleasure.  
     She was kneeling on the floor in front of the 
patron with her legs apart.  The man watched in the 
mirror as her delicate labia played peek-a-boo and her 
lovely ass began bobbing up and down. 
     Melina continued warming the guy up by selecting 
various points along the shaft and squeezing then 
releasing opposite sides of his shaft at these points.  
She placed some oil on her hands and rubbed the man's 
penis between both palms, as if she were rolling clay 
to create a snake.  
     Then she gripped his penis in one hand and using 
the palm of your other hand, slowly and gently massaged 
the head, changing directions every so often.  
     This proved to be too intense for the man and he 
began to withdraw.  So she lightly grasped the end of 
his penis behind the head and stroked it all the way 
from the front to the back, then, she immediately did 
the same thing using her other hand so that it felt 
like he was entering a long continuous vagina.  
     Soon, the man's scrotum had shrunk and his muscles 
were pulling his balls toward his body.  His penis was 
rigid and he was reflexively pulling it up with his 
muscles.  Melina knew this meant that he was about to 
come.  She knew the man wanted a blowjob and not a hand 
job.  Since she didn't want him to be dissatisfied, she 
stopped rubbing and began blowing on his penis to allow 
him to "cool off" for a while.  
     "Why did you stop?"  The customer asked, dismayed.  
     "I didn't want you to come too soon.  It will be 
much better now that we are taking this small break.  
I'll get you hot again, and then we'll get you where 
you want to go in due time."  She smiled warmly at him 
again when she said that.  
     "But I was about to come" he said.
     "I haven't even started your blowjob yet.  Don't 
worry, you'll come in spades when I finish.  Believe 
me, it will be much stronger now that we've had this 
cooling off period," answered Melina.
     The guy's penis was now drooping somewhat, so 
Melina continued her work.  
     She pulled his skin down with one hand and twisted 
on the head of his penis somewhat coarsely with the 
other hand, as if she was trying to open a doorknob, 
for a while.  Then she moved one hand to his testicles 
and began squeezing them, while her other hand began 
pumping up and down on the shaft of his dick.  
     "Why are you hurting me?"  He asked.
     "I'm sorry, most guys like it when I'm a little 
rough.  Am I being too rough?"
     "I guess not."  The client responded.
     The patron was now fully erect again.  Melina 
grasped him at the base of his penis and drew her hand 
to the top.  Before releasing it, she moved her other 
hand in place at the bottom and moved it up.  This time 
it was as if he was leaving an unending pussy.  
     Because he'd started getting hot again, she 
began rubbing only his shaft and allowed the dick head 
to cool off briefly.  She formed a ring with her thumb 
and forefinger and ran it slowly up and down his shaft 
when his erection had reduced somewhat.  She asked him 
to tell her where it felt the best.  When he responded 
she began paying special attention to that spot, 
rubbing him, pinching, squeezing and then licking the 
spot. 
     She began kissing him with her lips up and down 
his shaft.  Then she put her hand on his balls and 
began squeezing again while licking him lightly on the 
sensitive spot at the bottom of his penis (at the point 
where the dick head meets the shaft.)  He began moaning 
in ecstasy as she did this.  
     Next, she moved down and began licking his 
testicles for a while.  She held his balls up with one 
hand while squeezing them gently and started licking 
him on the perineum.  The man groaned approvingly.  
     At this point, she began the blowjob proper, 
sticking just the tip of his dick head in her lips 
rolling her tongue around the hole.  She continued by 
gripping the shaft of his cock with her hand tightly, 
and rubbing it back and forth.  
     Next, she stuck the entire head of his dick in her 
mouth and began rubbing it with her tongue, paying 
particular attention to the place at the bottom of his 
dick where the head meets up with the shaft.  While 
doing that, she pulled the skin around the shaft toward 
the base of his cock roughly and wrapped her thumb and 
index fingers tightly around the base.  
     Once again, the man began to get too hot drawing 
his testicles and jerking his dick in an upward motion.  
Melina stopped touching his head and instead placed her 
lips further down on his shaft.  She began stroking 
slowly, moving farther and farther down on the shaft.  
The change of pace allowed him to cool off again and 
soon she could feel the shaft getting limp.  
     The client complained again, this time pointing 
out that she was actually giving him a blowjob now.  
Melina stopped and said, "Be patient, trust me, I'm a 
professional; you'll be really glad I did this."  Then 
she went back to work.  She stuck his dick back in her 
mouth and began stroking him while pressing on him with 
her tongue from underneath forcing his dick onto the 
ridged area at the roof of her mouth.  This rapidly 
made him hard again and once again, he began moaning.  
     To enhance stimulation, Melina had found it useful 
to hum when she gave felatio so she began saying 
"Mmmmmmmmm.  Mmmmmmmmm." this gave the customer the 
sense that she appreciated him, which was a mental turn 
on, while delivering vibration on his cock, which was a 
physical turn on, both good things to do during a 
blowjob.
     The man kept coming close to orgasm as she kept 
working on him, so from time to time she would stop and 
make circular motions with her tongue.  His dick would 
wind up going all over the place in her mouth, and the 
erratic motion would give him a chance to cool off 
without losing his hard-on.  
     She returned to massaging his penis with her lips 
and began gradually increasing the pace of her stroking 
while allowing his dick to enter farther and farther 
into her mouth.  At that point, she began to extend her 
tongue outward and flattening the back of it as if she 
were saying "Ahhh" thereby forcing her throat open.  
Slowly she allowed his dick to enter her throat until 
she had his entire member in her mouth.  
     Melina had developed her expertise for doing this 
by placing all sorts of long round things, candy canes, 
dildos and such, deeply into her mouth until finally 
she was able to accept just about anything of any 
reasonable length and girth without gagging.  She 
probably could have become a sword swallower by the 
time she was done with the training.
     She cupped his balls in her hands while she was 
deep throating him, and he began moaning again.  
Realizing that he was about to come again she stopped 
again briefly and put some saliva on the fingers of one 
of her hands.  
     Before he could complain again, she stuffed his 
dick back into her mouth and down her throat again and 
resumed stroking his dick while sticking the tip of her 
now moistened finger into his anus.  
     At first he tensed up and tightened his sphincter 
muscles, his penis became a little flaccid so she held 
her position there.  Then he began to relax the muscles 
so she began making little circles with her finger and 
moving it in and out.  She began reaching deeper and 
deeper, slowly; bit by bit until eventually, she felt 
the lump, which was his prostate gland.
     She began gently poking the gland all the while 
moving her mouth up and down his dick with the tip of 
her tongue out and his dick squished between the middle 
of her tongue and the roof of her mouth and throat.  On 
the down stroke, she would lick his balls just for an 
added kick.   
     The man began moaning loudly and jerking up and 
down and Melina, satisfied that she had done a thorough 
job took her free hand and massaged his balls gently.  
She gave him one last stroke forcing his penis as far 
down her throat as he could go.  
     The customer said "Ohhhhhhhhh," loudly and Melina 
made a series of swallowing motions while the entire 
penis was inside her throat.  With that, he came deep 
inside Melina who promptly swallowed his protein shake.  
Melina placed suction on his penis evacuating the 
remainder of his load.  She looked up at the guy 
smiling lovingly.  "Told you, you wouldn't get to come 
in my hair."  His mouth was wide open and he just stood 
there motionless for a while.  
     "You okay?"  She asked in jest.
     "Oh, my God.  Thank you."  He said.  "This was 
better than the first time I jerked off.  You are a 
goddess.  Can we do this again?  I'll pay you double."  
He said.
     "You know a magician never performs the same trick 
twice in a row.  Come back tomorrow and we'll see what 
we can do about It."  Melina said smiling.  "If you 
really loved it, we take tips," she said pointing to a 
clear jar with some bills in it.  Arline had introduced 
the bottle to garner extra revenue from the customers.  
We never got to keep any of it.  We never got anything 
at all from her.
     The man shook Melina's hand, and then he took a 
twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and dropped it in 
the jar.  
     "They don't pay me enough to do this job," Melina 
thought to herself shaking her head.


          End Part 25/56 Continued in part 26/56 

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 26/56
Summary: Our hero takes care of business too.
Keywords: Fb,oral,piv
 
                Satisfying The Customers.

     I also learned a few tricks on the internet.  
These were helpful in warming clients up in order to 
bring about a more powerful and satisfying orgasm.  
Needless to say, these tricks made my tricks' 
experiences more rewarding and kept them clamoring back 
for more.
     Before starting to play with women, I made them 
comfortable by involving them in light dialogue.  I 
geared all of the conversation to them.  "How do you 
like the weather lately?"  "How has your day been?"  
"What did you do today?"  I gave them the feeling that 
at that moment, they were the most important thing to 
me.  
     It was an act when I first began doing it but, I 
found that I enjoyed talking to women and learning 
about them.  It became easy for me to engage women and 
find out about them.  Eventually it was no longer an 
act.  Women were interesting, and I was able to draw 
their best qualities out of them.
     My current client said she was married and had 
three children.  She became apprehensive when she 
realized she had accidently let that fact slip.  "I 
never do this," she said.  "If my husband finds out 
what I'm doing, he'll divorce me in a heartbeat.  
     "Why are you doing this?"  I asked. 
     "He's a terrible lover.  He never satisfies me.  
You've already gotten me hotter than he ever bothers to 
do.  You won't tell him will you?"
     "Your secret's safe with me," I said.  "Do you 
want me to ejaculate inside of you today?"  I asked.  I 
always ask that.  As inappropriate as asking that 
sounds, I had learned that some women look forward to 
it as their juicy reward at the culmination of the 
encounter, while others find it a disgusting turn off 
when someone "shoots scum" inside them 
     "Go ahead, I'm on the pill."  She answered.  
     Naturally, I preferred being able to come inside 
the women.  Their muscles massaged me when I climaxed 
and it was, of course, not as much fun when I didn't, 
but I respected their wishes.  Besides, one can only do 
that so many times in a day, anyhow. 
     I asked her about the kind of lover she fantasized 
about.  Whatever a woman said, I would try to play 
along.  If for example they said pirates, I'd answer 
"Shiver me timbers, matey. Me crew hasn't seen a woman 
in a month.  This plunder's going to make them all very 
happy, till we make you walk the plank" in a gruff 
voice.  If they said cowboys, I'd respond in my best 
Texas accent.  "Yaaa hoooo, I just got paid and I'm 
ready to take a ride in the saddle." 
     This woman said she thought that the threat of 
sexual assault might be a turn on for her.  I noticed 
that she appeared to be embarrassed by the confession, 
because her face turned red.  I said, "Don't be 
embarrassed, you'd be surprised how many women have 
that fantasy."  
     I wrapped my hands around her neck and said, "Take 
your clothes off bitch and don't you dare scream" in a 
loud threatening manner.  Because she didn't respond 
quickly, I began to squeeze on her neck.  I didn't do 
it brutally hard, but I did it hard enough to reinforce 
her fantasy.  Normally I never hurt a client, and tend 
to start more slowly and gently than this, but it kind 
of spoils the fantasy if the rapist is too kind, gentle 
and considerate.  This client seemed to be responding 
positively to the procedure.
     I started kissing her on the mouth, forcefully 
inserting my tongue inside.  I reached over and grabbed 
one of her breasts, pinching her nipple until she 
became alarmed.  
     The woman then began to object to my 
aggressiveness.  I immediately eased up on the 
pinching, and said "Shut up you nympho.  You wanted 
this.  I could tell by the way you flaunt your body, 
wearing those tight jeans, that slutty blouse with your 
pointy nipples showing through.  I know this is what 
you've been asking for.  Besides, it's too late to 
object.  Just lie back and enjoy it, bitch.  Oh and if 
you try to scream, I'll choke you till the noise stops 
coming out." 
     Knowing that I am taking control of the session 
actually puts women at ease.  It means that they can 
enjoy themselves free of entanglements and the threat 
of romance.  I relaxed the pinching on her breast, to 
let her know that I was sensitive to her desires.  It 
means she can rely on me not to run roughshod over her 
imagination or exceed her pain threshold. 
     I said.  "Now take off your clothes, bitch, or 
I'll kill you, strip you and fuck you after you're 
dead.  Doesn't matter to me, I'll still have my way 
with you, after your body starts getting cold."  I 
squeezed her neck again slightly to suggest that I 
was serious, and to add some more window dressing 
to the facade.
     The woman began removing her clothes.  She removed 
her blouse and her bra first.  I began to bite her 
nipples somewhat hard and she moaned in discomfort.  I 
decided that I probably wasn't using too much force for 
her, because she wasn't complaining, trying to pull her 
breast out or push me away.  
     The woman began taking off her jeans.  She undid 
her belt, but before she finished opening the button, I 
reached inside her pants and roughly stuck two fingers 
into her vagina.  She was startled by that but she 
continued unzipping the jeans and pulling her pants 
down.  Normally I don't rush to enter a woman's vagina.  
But when a woman wants a rape fantasy, I want it to 
seem realistic.  
     At that point, one hand was inside her genitals, 
and the other was squeezing her throat.  Arline always 
insisted that I keep my fingernails well trimmed and 
use hand cream frequently to avoid hurting women when I 
go inside.
     I pulled  her pants down to her knees, then I 
began firmly rubbing her clitoris.  I figure that when 
a woman wants a rape fantasy, It's okay to be a little 
rough, but she won't have much fun if she isn't 
properly lubricated.  Soon she was moaning lightly and 
had gotten somewhat moist.  
     I continued to rub her clit for a while until my 
fingers became moist enough to go deeper without 
hurting her.  I had to feel around a bit to find it, 
but I knew I had found her G-spot when she started 
moaning louder and began pushing back on me.  I then 
began pressing on the G-spot as if it was a button.  
(Actually, it really is like a button because when you 
press on it, it turns the woman on (So to speak.)  and 
she gets hot.  In more ways than one.) 
     "Don't get any ideas; I can still kill you any 
time I want to."  I reminded her.  With that, I pulled 
her jeans off one of her legs with my foot.  I left the 
other leg still wrapped up, with her pants dangling off 
the bed.  Then I said, "Spread your legs wider you 
fuckin' slut."
     I moved my head down to her muff and started 
drinking in her juices and stimulating the area around 
her clitoris with my tongue, while still massaging her 
G-spot.  Then I moved my tongue onto her clitoris.  The 
woman's moaning became louder, and soon she became 
dripping wet.  I love this stage in those women who 
reach it.  Not all women reach that stage no matter 
how hard I try.  My guess is that they're too 
inhibited to do it.  
     I continued sucking on her as if she was a bowl of 
soup, all the while massaging her clitoris and pushing 
her G-spot synchronously.  Women find it exciting to 
have me appreciate their juices.  Many men refuse to 
"give face," but I believe that it makes women feel 
wanted when I do it.  They're therefore more inclined 
to cut loose and have a "full-throated" orgasm.  
     I encourage women to get moist, squirt if 
possible.  When I feel a woman is embarrassed about 
releasing fluids, I make efforts to cue them verbally 
that they are turning me on.  I make "Mmmmmm" sounds to 
let them know I like it and that I want them to do more 
of it.  Making approving noises also gives them a 
vibrator effect, which many find stimulating.  
     I believe that most women can reach the pinnacle 
of uninhibited, full-throated, screaming, squirting 
orgasm, and I never stop trying to bring them there, 
until they either reach that stage, or ask me to stop.  
When I am unsuccessful, am disappointed.  It's sad to 
think that some women have sex with men all of their 
lives, but never really get to enjoy it or reach 
climax, except with me.  
     Obviously, this woman was capable.  "Shut up," I 
said.  I slapped her hard on the ass to stress what I 
said.  Then I climbed aboard.  The woman was easily 
penetrated after having made her fully moistened with 
her natural juices and my saliva.  
     I placed my hands on her breasts, squeezed them 
roughly while digging inside her with my penis.  To 
continue with the masquerade, I put my full weight on 
her body knowing that I was light enough for any woman 
to support without impeding her breathing.  Normally I 
support my weight on my elbows and knees, but this was 
a rape fantasy and I needed to intimidate her somewhat.
     I began pounding my pelvis into hers, pumping her 
hard.  I shifted my position on her body towards her 
head a little so that I could force my penis onto the 
upper area of her vagina (towards her belly button) 
where the most sensitive parts are.  When she resumed 
moaning again, I began increasing the speed of my 
driving.  Soon she was moaning loudly and I could tell 
by the way she was rocking and pulling on my penis with 
her vaginal muscles that she was beginning to reach 
climax.  
     At that point, I put my hands back on her throat 
and began to squeeze, not so hard as to stop her 
breathing, but hard enough to impair it.  I could hear 
her wheezing while she was moaning.  When I squeezed, 
she progressed rapidly to an extremely loud, though 
muted, "Oh, oh, ohing" and she became very moist 
inside.  Her juices were running over, onto my legs.  I 
knew we were going to have to change the sheets after 
this.  
     I continued stroking her forcibly and swiftly, 
squeezing her neck and pounding away for as long as I 
could.  (That was quite a while.)  Finally, I began to 
tingle deep inside.  I thought about spring and 
watching the tractors plowing the fields, and about my 
father and how I missed him, and about my mother and 
how I was probably never going to see either of them 
again.  Anything to take my mind off my penis.  I 
wanted the session to last as long as possible so that 
my customer was as satisfied as she could be.  When I 
could resist no longer, I ejaculated deep inside her.  
She acknowledged me with series of long, loud 
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs," as I pumped burst after burst 
of hot fluid into her.  When I let my hands go, she was 
completely out of breath and had tears in her eyes.  
She continued breathing heavily for another few minutes 
or so.  
     I particularly like the fluids produced by women 
who squirt, so I asked her if it would be okay to 
"clean her off."  She said it seemed a little strange 
to her but that it would be okay and I started sucking 
on the outside of her vagina swallowing the gravy.  
Mostly, I find the drink delicious but this time I 
could detect the taste of my own sperm, and though I 
didn't particularly like that taste, I was used to it 
by now and swallowed all the juice she had to offer.  
This resulted in an "Mmmmmmmmmm" response from her.  I 
always echo this back to women, to show them that I 
appreciate their flavor, and don't consider them dirty, 
unsanitary or contaminated.  
     "That was wonderful," she said.  "I'll be back for 
more soon."  
     "If you really liked it, we take tips."  I said 
pointing to a clear jar with some bills in it.  Arline 
had introduced the bottle to derive extra revenue from 
the customers.  We never got to keep any of it.  We 
never got anything from her at all.  
     The woman kissed me passionately on the lips, and 
then she took a fifty-dollar bill out of her purse and 
dropped it in the jar.  "It's great to be appreciated," 
I thought to myself.

          End Part 26/56 Continued in part 27/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 27/56
Summary: An event causes our crew to have nightmares.
Keywords: g,Mg,bd,sad,viol,va,oral,piv



                   We Have A Hot Time.

     There was always, at the back of my mind, the fear 
that without Arline to keep an eye on us, something bad 
might happen that we couldn't handle.  
     One day, a new client came in and tied Melina up.  
He was obviously skilled at bondage.  He bound Melina 
stoutly to her bed face up, spread eagle, naked of 
course.  I was already tied up the same way, and when 
the man inspected my bonds, he found the loop which 
Melina had left which would allow me to break free if I 
needed to.  He stuck the free end of the rope through 
the loop.  
     He started petting the fur like patch of hair over 
Melina's snatch.  The soft, gentle rubbing over her 
twat was enjoyable for Melina and she gave him 
approving moans and sighs.  Melina said "Mmmmmm" to 
encourage him to continue with the petting.  That 
didn't happen.  When the guy heard Melina enjoying 
herself, his face changed and he began pulling the 
hairs out.  Melina's tone changed from appreciation to 
disapproval in an instant.  
     This went on for a while, but eventually he 
stopped plucking the hairs out and began petting 
Melina's vagina again.  Soon Melina was saying "Mmmmmm" 
again to reinforce his gentle treatment.  With that, 
the man brought is face down onto Melina's genitals.  
Melina thought he was going to lick her and her 
positive sounds became louder.  Instead, the guy bit 
her really hard on her labia and she screamed and shook 
violently.  
     The man eventually released Melina's labia from 
his teeth.  He next began to lick her clitoris.  
     The gentleman was doing a really effective job of 
pleasantly stimulating Melina and after a while she 
unwittingly began moaning again.  This time he pulled 
both her labia apart, severely, stretching them out 
beyond tolerance and bit down vigorously on her 
clitoris.  
     Melina began screaming again and trying to wiggle 
out of the way, but the guy had her painstakingly 
bound, and wedged tightly in his teeth and hands.  He 
seemed to be biting down with all his might.     
     At that point, I'd seen enough.  I pulled on the 
secret knot to escape and run to Melina's aid, but the 
man had disabled it, I could not get myself free.  I 
strained on the bonds but they were just too tight.  
(Except for the secret knot, Melina had done a thorough 
job of tying me up) and now the secret knot was 
disabled so I could not escape.
     Next, the guy moved his tongue around the inside 
of Melina's pussy.  It must have felt fantastic, 
because I could see Melina's body arching in response, 
but Melina resisted the urge to verbally encourage him.  
The man was obviously quite skilled at pleasing women 
because even though Melina knew better now, eventually 
she could no longer resist the man and she began 
breathing heavily and squeaking.  
     The man stopped licking Melina and said "You 
fucking slut, I'm going to bite your nipple off now.  
Don't worry; you won't need it where you're going."  
With that, he brought his mouth up to Melina's breast 
and bit down harshly.  Melina squealed and shook so 
hard the bed began to sway back and forth.  
     Then he stopped and when he removed his mouth, her 
nipple was still intact.  It had the impression of his 
teeth on it and she was in pain, but thankfully, the 
nipple was still where it belonged.  "I don't like that 
cut of meat anyway," he said caustically.  The man 
stuck his fingers into Melina's love nest.  Apparently 
satisfied, he removed his pants, lay down on top of 
Melina and stuck his penis into Melina's open hole.  
     The man obviously knew what he was doing there 
too.  Within minutes despite Melina's best efforts to 
avoid encouraging him she began squeaking and then 
"Ohh, ohh, ohhing" then "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing."  At 
each stage he said something disparaging to her.  
"Wench, you're a little wanton slut, aren't you. "  
"You like this, don't you, you nympho."  And "Yeah, you 
like this you vamp , you hussy, come on, sing for me.  
Admit it, you like it, you harlot."  And finally 
"You're not going to corrupt anybody else ever again, 
Jezebel.  Your days of depravity are over."  
     Following that statement, Melina stopped moaning 
and stiffened up.  He got my attention too.  We both 
began straining on our ropes trying to get free.  
Melina straining against her bonds beneath him, turned 
him on and he climaxed.  "Filthy perverts."  He yelled, 
while putting his pants on.  Then he pulled out a cross 
and a bible he was carrying in his pocket and held them 
up smiling.  
     "By all rights a woman like you should be tied to 
a post and stoned by all the townspeople, I'm going to 
have to exorcise you myself.  I'm going to purify you 
by fire.  I'm sending you straight to hell where you 
belong."   
     With that, he removed a large can of lighter fluid 
from his pocket and began spraying the rug, walls and 
curtains with it.  Then he took out a cigarette lighter 
from his pocket lit the walls up and left.  We heard 
the front door slam.  The flames spread rapidly from 
wall to wall to curtain and rug.  In no time, the room 
was ablaze.  
     When the man began spraying lighter fluid on the 
walls, Melina and I began screaming for Arline.  We 
figured we were goners because Arline was still laid up 
with her injuries and we didn't expect her to be able 
to help us.  To our surprise and relief, she came 
limping in.  When she saw the flames, she paused and 
her eyes got wide for a second.  
     Then Arline walked right through the flames on the 
rug, and into the closet.  She pulled out a fire 
extinguisher and hurriedly began putting out the 
flames.  It wasn't long before the fire was out.  The 
room was full of smoke and we were having difficulty 
breathing, but we were unharmed.  Arline untied my 
ropes and left, headed for her bedroom.  I untied 
Melina's ropes and we left the room.  I went into 
Arline's room and there she was on the bed, passed out.  
The incident had obviously taken its toll on her 
constitution.
     I had to admire Arline's bravery and stalwart 
tenacity.  If it hadn't been for her, we all would not 
be alive today.  I guess I owe her my life for that.
     When I went into the parlor later, I was 
encouraged to find that other than the smell of smoke 
and lighter fluid, some blackening of the walls and the 
destruction of the curtains and rug, overall, the room 
was in satisfactory shape.
     The next day, Melina drove me to the hardware 
store and we bought some paint, rollers, a brush and
some deodorizer.  Fortunately, the cops didn't 
catch us on the road or we would have had quite a 
problem explaining ourselves.  
     Then, Melina and I painted the walls and ceilings 
and removed the burned curtains and rug.  The paint 
covered all of the blackened areas of the walls and 
quite a bit of the smoke smell.  When we were finished, 
the room looked good as new.  When we changed the 
sheets, more of the smoke smell went with them, the 
deodorizer finished the job, and most of the effects of 
the horrible events of that day were gone, except for 
the memory.  We all had nightmares for weeks afterward.  
     Neither Melina nor I knew how to sew curtains, so 
we didn't replace them.  We were worried that some 
customers might be put off by the lack of privacy the 
missing curtains caused.  We figured that if someone 
was concerned we would tell him to look out the 
windows.  All they would see though them, was the 
cornfield.  


          End Part 27/56 Continued in part 28/56

         