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Author: Norm DaPlume 
Title: War And Piece 
Part: 04/04 
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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                   A Shocking Experience.  

     Arline came into the parlor, followed by a woman 
about twenty years old.  "This is Wilma" she said.  
"Wilma is Velma's daughter.  You remember Velma don't 
you?"  
     Melina and I eyed each other briefly with concern.  
We remembered Velma; she had married Spence after 
Melina had given Velma's phone number to Spence without 
consulting Arline.  This resulted in a loss of revenue 
for Arline who was unaware that we had introduced the 
two of them.  Arline had often grumbled at different 
times about each of them no longer being customers.  
She assumed Spence stopped coming because he could no 
longer get his rocks off.  (In more ways than one.)  
But, Velma was an old friend of hers and Arline missed 
her.  
     We hoped our secret would be safe, but the first 
words out of Wilma's mouth were "Velma wanted me to 
thank you for introducing her to Spence.  If you hadn't 
given her phone number to him, they probably wouldn't 
be married now.  They're very happy together."  
     Arline's jaw dropped when she heard this, then her 
mouth took on the characteristic frown she wore when 
she was vexed by one of us.  We could tell that she was 
displeased by what she had heard.  Arline was no fool 
and it was obvious that she had quickly arrived at the 
conclusion that we were responsible for the loss of 
revenue from both Velma and Spence.  She didn't say 
anything then, but we knew we would be hearing about it 
before the day was over.  Melina was particularly 
worried.  She was the one responsible for having 
covertly given Velma's phone number to Spence, without 
asking Arline's approval.  More importantly, she had 
been on Arline's shit list for a while, just on general 
principles.  
     Melina had maintained an uneasy truce with Arline 
since "Holey Thursday."  We were now, both concerned 
that the fragile armistice might be over.  My only hope 
was that I could somehow convince Arline that it was my 
idea and that I had coerced Melina into doing it.  It 
was a risky game plan, but I was unwilling to allow 
Arline to castigate Melina without doing everything I 
could do to try to prevent it.  I would rather take the 
heat for the misdeed than have to watch Arline hurt 
Melina without attempting to intervene.  It was more 
than likely that Arline wasn't going to believe me.  
Likely, we would both wind up paying hell for that.  
Then again, it was just as likely that Arline was going 
to beat us both anyway.  I expected that we had nothing 
to lose.  
     Anyway, Arline had left us tied us to the beds in 
the parlor room in her patented spread eagle position.  
Wilma proceeded to remove her clothes and then untie 
the ropes from both of us.  While she was connecting 
everything she asked Melina what her sign was.  "I'm a 
Pisces."  Melina answered.  
     "Me too," I said.  "What's your birthday?"  I 
asked.  
     "March the nineteenth."  Melina answered.  
     "Me too."  I answered, amazed.  "That means we 
were born on the same day."  
     "That means that you're astrological twins."  Said 
Wilma.  "No wonder you're lives are so intertwined.  
Astrological twins have the same horoscope so they lead 
similar lives.  I'll bet you guys are pretty tight."  
     "I used to be tight, until I took too many thick 
dicks up my ass."  (So to speak.)  I said smiling.  
     "Speaking of asses..."  Wilma stuffed an electrode 
up each of our butts.  Next, she connected wires from 
an electrical panel to both electrodes and told us to 
kiss each other.  We did as she asked, and nothing 
happened, except of course, our lips met cordially and 
we made a smacking noise.  Wilma flipped a switch and 
told us to kiss again.  This time, we both felt 
electricity gently surging through our bodies, which 
was slightly more intense on our lips and butt holes.  
It felt good, and we both smiled thinking that we were 
going to enjoy the experience.  
     Wilma fiddled with a knob on the panel and told us 
to kiss again.  This time there was an audible smack, 
which wasn't from the kiss.  Electricity ran painfully 
through our lips and bungholes, and generally, ran 
rampant, rippling through our bodies.  Wilma turned the 
knob down again and said "Okay, now I want you two to 
make love."  
     We hesitated at first, but Wilma said "don't 
worry; I've turned it down to the lower level again.  
It won't "zap" you now.  In fact it should be rather 
stimulating."  
     Melina and I touched briefly, and being reassured, 
we began kissing again.  Arline had not been allowing 
us to touch anymore, so we were pleased to be getting 
paid to do it.  Melina placed her arms around me and 
hugged me.  I placed my hand on her breast and began 
softly stroking her.  The sensation of electricity was 
very gentle and soon we forgot about it.  Absorbed in 
what we were doing, we forgot all about Wilma.  Soon I 
was rubbing Melina's pussy while sucking on her breast.  
Melina had grabbed my penis with one hand and was 
caressing my balls with her other.  In no time, Melina 
was moist and gooey and I was stiff and enlarged.  
     Wilma twisted the knob again, which jolted us back 
to our senses.  Both Melina and I dropped what we were 
holding and Wilma started laughing.  She decreased the 
intensity again and said "Okay you two, quit fucking 
around and start fucking."  
     Melina and I tested the waters by touching and 
satisfied that Wilma had reduced the power to a 
civilized level assumed the missionary position.  (That 
is the position with Melina on the bottom and me on the 
top, with us facing each other.)  By now, Melina was 
well lubricated and I was sporting a stupendous hard-
on.  I slipped easily into Melina's hole.  At first, I 
stuck just the tip inside.  The electricity, which was 
set to a subtle level, enhanced the sensation.  I 
looked down and Melina seemed to be enjoying the 
experience too.  As I inserted my cock deeper into 
Melina, the sensation became even more satisfying for 
us both.  
     We continued our calisthenics for a while and then 
Wilma said "I would like Melina to go on top."  We 
changed positions and Melina began kneeling on top of 
me.  She was bouncing her hips up and down and French 
kissing me.  I reached up and began massaging her 
breasts.  Having Melina on top allowed my penis to 
delve deeper into the recesses of her tunnel of love.  
The electricity felt even better this way.  When I 
looked up, Melina was enjoying it too.  Our respiration 
rates had increased and Melina began saying "Mmmmmm."  
Then she began moaning.  Out of the corner of my eye, I 
could see Wilma fidgeting with the control knob on the 
panel.  The electricity became more intense and much 
more enjoyable.  
     Soon, Melina began squeaking.  My tongue, penis 
and asshole were tingling.  Melina and I were really 
getting into it.  Wilma twisted the knob again.  This 
time, the sensation was the slightest bit 
disconcerting.  Still not painful, but it was beginning 
to make itself known in a somewhat negative way.  Each 
time my cock went deep inside of Melina, the sensation 
became slightly intimidating, the deeper I went the 
more intense it got.  Melina stopped dropping her ass 
all the way down and pulled her tongue out of my mouth.  
Both of us slowed our breathing.  
     "Keep going," said Wilma, "this is what I'm paying 
for."  
     We resumed our deep kissing and fucking and soon 
the discomfort subsided as we got used to the new level 
of stimulation.  This wasn't easy because on the down 
stroke Melina's ass kept coming to rest with the 
electrode directly on top of my balls causing them to 
burn.  Nevertheless, soon we were back to heavy 
breathing and "ohh ohh ohhing."  It was evident that 
Wilma was waiting for this to happen, because whenever 
we would reach this level of exhilaration, she would 
raise the level of current.  "Keep going."  She would 
say.  
     Melina and I would strain to continue until we got 
used to the level of intensity.  Then Wilma would again 
raise the voltage.  Eventually, the intensity got so 
high that we stopped getting used to the level each 
time and from that point on, every time Melina came 
down, the sensation became more painful as I went 
deeper.  
     "Don't stop" said Wilma.  We continued screwing, 
going hilt deep, though the French kissing pretty much 
had gone by the boards.  At this point, when Melina 
came all the way down, I was beginning to get a burning 
sensation in my ass, penis and my balls and Melina was 
receiving burning on her ass, inner lips and clitoris.  
In addition, now, when the electricity coursed through 
our bodies, there was a considerable jolt sensation, 
which all but took our breath away.  Suffice it to say, 
the experience was no longer as enjoyable as it had 
been, and we were tempted to stop.  
     Neither Melina nor I were finding the experience 
to be erotic anymore and the heavy breathing, which we 
were both doing now, was more stress related than 
sensual.  "Can we stop?"  I asked finally, "This has 
become impossible to maintain and is downright painful.  
Besides that, I'm losing my erection and Melina does 
not appear to be turned on anymore, either."  
     "Guess we've reached our upper limit."  Wilma 
said.  
     Wilma said we could stop.  She turned down the 
power at the panel.  Then she told Melina and me to get 
off the bed.  Wilma got onto the bed face up and told 
Melina to sit on her face.  Then Wilma told me to stick 
my penis into her vagina.  When we did that, the 
electric began to course through all three of us.  The 
effect wasn't as intense as it had been with just 
Melina and me.  It was back to a level where it was 
extremely pleasurable again.  I started screwing Wilma 
while Wilma ate out Melina and soon, all three of us 
began breathing heavily and moaning.  
     Wilma fiddled with the knob and increased the 
power.  Once again, the current distracted us, but not 
so much that it hurt.  We got used to it again and 
Wilma turned up the volume.  Just as my plunging my 
dick into Melina caused the intensity to increase, so 
it did when I went deep into Wilma.  The same happened 
when Wilma stuck her tongue deeper into Melina.  For a 
while, Wilma continued to increase the power each time 
we got used to the previous setting.  Soon the current 
was beginning to hurt, but I figured if Wilma could 
take it then so could I.  Melina wasn't complaining 
either.  
     Every so often, Wilma would hit this button, which 
stepped up the power.  She always did that when I was 
at my deepest.  We would all moan when she did that.  
If someone had been watching us, it probably would have 
been a hilarious sight.  Wilma kept the power at a 
level which allowed us to continue our activity, but 
which was too extreme to allow us to reach climax.  
Each time we got close to orgasm, either Wilma would 
increase the power or she would hit that button.  When 
at last Wilma reduced the power to a highly enjoyable 
level again, the three of us achieved tremendous, long 
lasting orgasms all at once.  For me, it was close to 
the best sex I'd had ever had, though perhaps not as 
good as my first time with Melina.  For Melina, though 
it was also great, it wasn't as good as her time with 
the cop.  
     Melina looked away from me, feeling unfaithful, 
deceitful and adulterous.  Fortunately, I didn't notice 
her doing that, and she didn't let on.  I was spared 
the pain which knowing that would have caused.
     After we had all caught our breath, Wilma 
disconnected us from the device and removed the 
electrodes from us.  While she was removing the 
electrodes, she said I would like to chart your 
horoscopes someday.  
     She put the device away and put on her clothes.  
We then thanked Wilma and she left.   


          End Part 44/56 Continued in part 45/56        
 
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 45/56
Summary: Arline is very mean to our debased duo.
Keywords: b,g,F/g,F/b,bd,sad,tort

              The Discipline Of Discipline.

     After Wilma left, Melina and I began to strategize 
on how we were going to handle Arline regarding the 
matter of Velma and Spence.  Melina said "We're not 
going to fool her.  Arline knows that I was the one who 
spoke to Spence that day.  If we stick to that story, 
only one of us will have to get in trouble."  
     "In trouble.  That's just a euphemism for being 
beaten, isn't it, Melina?  I'd rather be beaten myself 
than have to watch Arline rip into you.  It's far less 
painful for me."  I said.  
     Melina said "But Arline's no fool.  She handed me 
the phone that day when spence called, and she knows 
that I was the last one to talk to Spence.  She knows 
that it was me, who took care of Spence.  There's no 
point in both of us getting in trouble, because that's 
what's going to happen."  
     "There you go saying "in trouble" again."  I said, 
"You're making it sound like she's going send us to our 
rooms.  If she does, it will be because there's some 
degenerate or homeless person waiting in there for us, 
or worse.  Arline is going to beat both of us hard
regardless.  I say we should try to shift the blame to 
me while we still can, even if there's only a small 
chance you might be spared."  I said.  
     "Look," said Melina "if Arline hears us talking 
about this She'll skin us both alive..."  
     "Talking about what?" said Arline, who was 
standing at the door to the parlor.  She was dressed in 
her leather glove, with the switch dangling by her 
side.  Arline wearing her glove, was always a bad sign.  
     Melina stopped in mid sentence.  Then we both 
started talking at once, saying different things we 
hoped Arline would think were innocuous.   
     "My dears, I wasn't born yesterday.  You didn't 
think you could fool me with your little charades, did 
you?"  Said Arline.  "Tell me what you were saying, my 
little pokerface" she said to me.  ("pokerface" had 
been her nickname for me since the incident with the 
red-hot poker.  She said it reminded her of the "cute 
little face" I made after she thrust the poker into me.  
I hated it because it reminded me of that terrible 
experience, but she said she loved the name because I 
made that same face each time she said it.)  
     I tried to think of something to tell Arline that 
she might disapprove of; something, which wouldn't make 
her too angry, but which still seemed discordant.  I 
was never a good liar.  I said "Mistress Arline, We uh... 
want a day off..."  
     "I've been listening for a while you know.  I want 
one of you to repeat for me what you guys were saying 
about Melina, Velma and Spence?"  
     "I don't know what you're talking about" I said.  
     "Okay, we'll talk about this later," she said.  
"Meanwhile I want you both to service the rest of the 
customers for the day."  
     After the last client left, Arline came in and 
said "We have work to do.  Well, I have work to do, you 
both will be able to uh... lie down."  With that, Arline 
ordered me to lie face down at the bottom of the bed 
with my feet on the floor.  She bound me with my legs 
spread wide apart by my ankles, which she tied to the 
supports at the foot of the bed.  Then she tied my arms 
to the posts of the headboard with long ropes.  I was 
bent over the bottom of the bed, with my ass 
conspicuously displayed at the bottom edge of the 
mattress.  
     Next, she tied Melina tightly; face up, by her 
wrists to the headboard of the other bed.  Arline then 
tied Melina's ankles to the headboard also.  Her feet 
were over her hands with her legs spread wide apart.  
Her knees were over her shoulders and her body, 
basically, was bent in half.  Melina was openly 
displayed with her asshole and vagina utterly exposed 
and most of her backside out in the open.  Her labia 
minora had been spread apart, so that her vagina now 
exhibited a gaping hole.  Arline admired her work.  She 
walked over to me and turned my head so that I was 
facing Melina, then she walked over to Melina and 
smacked her hard on her ass.  Melina flinched but 
didn't say anything.  
     Arline removed the switch from her side and held 
it in both hands, smiling.  She showed the lash to 
Melina, flexing it somewhat with her hands and asked, 
"How long has it been since you were last disciplined?"  
     Melina didn't answer.  Arline answered her own 
question.  "It's been a long time.  Not since the first 
time I caught you two fucking, isn't that right?  It's 
been too long.  We're going to have to make up for that 
lost time."  I became queasy when I heard that.  I was 
certain it meant that Arline was preparing to exact an 
overly painful reprisal from Melina.  
     "Leave her alone Mistress Arline," I said, "It was 
all my idea.  Don't make her pay for something that was 
my fault."  
     "Don't worry, you'll get your just deserts soon 
enough.  Don't rush me.  You know, I'm not stupid, I 
know that Melina took the call from Spence.  So she 
must therefore be the person responsible for giving 
Velma's number to him.  Never fear, I'll take care of 
you next, you lying little fart."  
     Melina looked up at Arline pleadingly.  Melina did 
not receive the regular canings that I did, and she was 
not used to them the way I was.  Arline stared back at 
her coldly.  "Don't worry, it'll all be over when it's 
over, and one day, perhaps when you have children of 
your own, you'll probably be glad I was so strict with 
you and taught you the meaning of discipline.  I'm sure 
that one day, you'll understand why I had to be the one 
who was strong in this family, and you'll probably 
thank me."  
     I had to try again.  "Mistress Arline, please 
don't hurt Melina, you can take out all your anger on 
me, I'll be happy to have you beat me instead.  In fact 
you can beat me twice, but please don't hurt Melina."  
There were tears in my eyes.  
     "It's very noble of you not to want me to punish 
Melina and to be willing to accept the responsibility 
for her actions.  But you see, it's not a matter of 
anger, or revenge, it's a matter of accountability.  
And, okay, I will beat you twice as long.  But first, 
Melina needs to learn her lesson.  I can see that part 
of your punishment, will be your having to watch me cane 
Melina.  Good!  Maybe you'll learn your lesson that 
way."  
     Arline said this matter-of-factly as if she was 
about to administer some sort of therapeutic treatment.  
"By the way, go ahead and scream.  Nobody can hear 
you."  She said to Melina.   
     With that, Arline began swinging the switch.  
Melina started crying.  She screamed loudly each time 
the rod struck her.  Each time it landed, it left a 
long red mark on Melina's butt.  I became more repulsed 
with each sickening crack.  Soon I could watch no 
longer.  I closed my eyes, but the mere sound of the 
drama was more than I could stand.  My tears flowed 
heavily onto the bed.  Arline acknowledged my sobbing, 
but she did not relent.  
     After a while, Melina's screaming became longer 
lasting, higher pitched and even more rueful than it 
had been.  I opened my eyes and saw that Arline was 
standing at the head of the bed swinging the switch 
down onto Melina's exposed pussy lips and asshole.  
     Whereas Melina uttered a short scream whenever the 
lash landed on one of her butt cheeks, each time Arline 
landed the switch on her vagina, Melina screamed a 
long, loud mournful yell, which lasted pretty much 
until the next blow struck.  Each time she struck, 
Melina's ass would raise off the bed.  Blood was 
seeping from several of the lash marks, which were now 
more or less covering her bottom and much of her front.  
     Arline continued to beat Melina many times.  
Melina cried the entire time Arline beat her.  During 
the time Arline was caning her on her butt cheeks, I 
could hear Melina sobbing between screams.  When Arline 
began lashing her vagina, Melina screamed continually 
but her crying never stopped.  
     Eventually Melina began to lose her voice from the 
screaming and it became a kind of rough growling.  
Arline continued to thrash her, swinging the cane in 
numerous directions, from numerous positions, until 
finally, Melina passed out.  Arline went and got a 
bottle of water from the refrigerator and poured it 
over Melina's face.  Melina woke up and began saying 
"ohhhhhh" loudly.  She was not having an orgasm.  
     After Arline woke Melina up, I was afraid Arline 
was going to start beating Melina again.  Instead, 
Arline turned to me and said "I'll be back" then she 
left the room.  
     When Arline returned, she had a six-foot long 
leather whip.  "Because you're being so noble, I've 
decided to give you the opportunity to break this in.  
It's brand new and I've just been just dying to try it 
out.  Let me know how you like it."  
     At first, the whip was too long for Arline to come 
to terms with.  Used incorrectly, it didn't hurt that 
much, but Arline continued to lash away with it until 
she got the hang of it.  She was diligent like that.  
Soon she was flailing me like a pro with it and I was 
squealing like a hog.  Arline began smiling with 
satisfaction; it was evident that she liked the new 
toy.  
     The whip was much more intense than the switch.  
While the switch stung like a bitch, for a few seconds, 
and left an uncomfortable numb sensation afterward.  
Injury from the whip stung more sharply than the 
switch did.  Following that, the wound would burn 
for quite a while afterward.  Whereas the switch 
stopped stinging after a second or two, each lash 
from the whip continued to smart while the next few 
blows struck, so it became a continuously painful 
experience.  The session with the whip, basically, was 
one great, long, pain in the ass.  (In more ways than 
one.)  
     The whip even sounded more painful.  The switch 
made swooshing sounds as it flew through the air and a 
"thwack" sound when it struck.  The whip on the other 
hand made a louder whirring sound as it flew through 
the air and had a distinctly loud report when it 
struck, like a small explosion.
     In addition, the whip left quite a few black and 
blue marks when it struck, and frequently broke the 
skin causing a good deal of bleeding.  I started 
sobbing from the pain.  
     Arline stopped for a moment and said "I'm sorry, I 
know I'm not giving you time to recover between blows.  
I could slow down, but I haven't got all day."  She 
said.  Then she resumed her lambasting.  
     It is reasonable to assume that when one is having 
the living daylights beaten out of you that the only 
thing on your mind is the lashing.  In fact, whenever I 
was being beaten by Arline my mind would wander far and 
wide.  This time I thought about Melina.  How sorry I 
was that Arline had beaten her that day.  I thought 
about how I was sorry I had misgivings about Melina's 
sordid union with the cop.  I thought about how much I 
was in love with Melina, and how erotic she looked 
strung up the way Arline had bound her and about how I 
was only too happy to be taking a beating from Arline, 
for her sake.  About how I figured that Melina was wet, 
gooey and had "stress juices" running inside her and 
about how I wished Arline would let me clean Melina off 
between lashes so that nothing dripped onto the sheets.  
     My penis began to become erect as I thought about 
how, strung up as she was, Melina would be easy to 
penetrate and how her vaginal muscles would probably 
cling tightly to my dick.  How she might actually have 
gotten horny from the flailing and might appreciate my 
rubbing my cock inside the walls of her holy temple.  I 
thought about how dangerous it would be to be fucking 
her while Arline was beating her because of the 
proximity of the lash to my penis.  I wished I could 
touch her soft skin, rub her small breasts, and lick up 
her juices.  My penis began pressing against the 
mattress, digging a hole in it.  
     I thought about how I was also in love with 
Arline, and how even though she was disciplining me 
severely at the moment, I was going to reform and try
much harder to please her.  About how beautiful she 
looked in her leather glove, how sexy she looked at 
that moment.  How it turned me on to have her whipping 
me then, how stiff my penis had grown during our 
session.  How I wished she would stop for just a while 
to let me fuck her at that moment and how I would be 
willing to resume the whipping session afterward, if 
only she would give me the opportunity to stick my 
penis into her sacred shrine.  About how she was 
sweating and how I knew she was getting the inside of 
her leather outfit wet now and how I wished she would 
just let me suck the excess moisture off of her to keep 
the outfit clean.  
     Every so often, a particularly caustic stroke 
would drag my conscious mind kicking and screaming, out 
of the refuge of my thoughts and painfully back into 
reality.  At that point I would feel my throat parched 
and dry from screaming the whole time.  I would feel my 
entire rear end excruciatingly inflamed and painful.  I 
would feel the lash striking once more, exacting its 
grueling torment until the next escape.      
     While Arline attempted to concentrate the lashing 
on my ass cheeks, her inexperience with the tool caused 
the lash to flail me on my back and legs as well.  When 
they landed on my legs, I found it to be particularly 
painful.  I'm sure Arline didn't notice this, because 
if she had, she would have concentrated her efforts on 
my legs instead of on my butt.  
     True to her word, Arline punished me for twice as 
long as usual.  At times, she lost her breath because 
she was laboring so strenuously.  But Arline was a hard 
worker and she wasn't the type to stop just because she 
was getting tired or uncomfortable.  She stood in 
numerous positions and whipped me from multiple 
directions.  And by the time she was done, I was black 
and blue and bloody over just about every square inch 
of my ass.  Finally, Arline said "It's time for dnner."  
And she stopped.  
     She looked carefully at my backside.  "Missed a 
spot" she said smiling her evil smile, and then she 
grabbed the whip and flailed me several more times.  
She was always conscientious like that.  
     After she'd finished she asked me "So how do you 
like my new toy?"  I didn't answer.  
     Arline struck me again several more times.  
"Answer me," she demanded.  
     I didn't know what to say.  "It really hurt me a 
lot, Mistress Arline?"  I answered, questioningly.  
     Apparently, Arline was satisfied with my answer 
because she stopped whipping me.  "And what have you 
learned today?" she asked.  
     Again, I didn't know what to say.  I thought to 
myself "That you're a mean bitch and I hate your 
fucking guts" but what I said was "I'll never lie to 
you again, Mistress Arline."
     Again, Arline seemed satisfied.  A big satisfied 
smile appeared on her face.  It was a welcome change 
from the evil leers and frowns she so frequently wore.  
That's not to suggest that I was lulled into thinking 
that Arline wasn't dangerous just because she was 
smiling, only that I was encouraged to see it.  Arline 
was ravishing when she was smiling.  She looked 
exquisite in her leather suit.  She looked magnificent 
holding the leather whip.  I was extremely horny.  
     "I'm going to hang this on the wall in my 
bedroom," Arline said.  Then she left the room and took 
the whip with her, leaving Melina and me tied to our 
beds.  
     After Arline had left, I said, "I'm sorry Melina."  
     "Don't be.  You did what you could.  Arline was 
right; it was noble of you to try to help me.  But it 
was also stupid.  There was never any chance of your 
getting me out of the mess.  Your mistake was trying to 
help.  This was my mess and I should have taken all the 
blame.  If you'd have kept your mouth shut you probably 
would have made out better than you did."  
     "Melina, I couldn't," I said.  "I can't stand to 
see Arline hurt you.  If I had stayed out of the 
conflict, I would have just wound up physically trying 
to prevent Arline from striking you.  It's doubtful I 
would have been successful, and it would only have made 
Arline angrier and more aggressive.  We would probably 
have wound up in much more hot water than we were in.  
The mental anguish of knowing that Arline is hurting 
you is more painful for me, than having her physically 
hurt me."  
     "You're my hero.  If I could get off of the 
bed, I'd kiss you."  Said Melina, "Even though you 
weren't successful in stopping Arline, I'm sure your 
distraction took some of the heat off of me.  God this 
is an uncomfortable position.  She got me good, you 
know, I'm still hurting."  
     "I am too.  That new whip was really uh... 
annoying."  I said.  "Do you think she's finished 
punishing us?  She was really angry."  
     "God, I hope so, I can't take too many more of 
these sessions" said Melina.   


          End Part 45/56 Continued in part 46/56        
 
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 46/56
Summary: Our debased duo are given extreme exercises. 
Keywords: b,g,elec,cbt,tort,bg,Fb,F/b,F/g,bd,sad,viol,
ds,va,rom,piv


                    Sexercises. (Part 1)

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

          End Part 46/56 Continued in part 47/56        

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

                    Sexercises. (Part 2)

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

          End Part 47/56 Continued in part 48/56        
 

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


                   Ideal With The Devil.  

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


          End Part 48/56 Continued in part 49/56        
 

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


                 Giving To The Community.  

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

          End Part 49/56 Continued in part 50/56        
 
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 50/56
Summary: Our debased duo are humiliated in the park
again.  Once again they are gang raped.
Keywords: b,g,M+b,M+g,exhib,nc,rape,sad,viol,humil,
anal,oral,piv,best


                       Rare Stakes.  

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


          End Part 50/56 Continued in part 51/56        
 

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 51/56
Summary: Our hero meets a kindred soul at a great
party.
Keywords: b,g,bg,bd,sm,g/b,ds,va,rom,anal,oral,piv


            Passion, Desire And Ardor. (Part 1) 

     Melina and I looked at each other.  Arline saw us.  
She whispered into my ear and said "And the deal's back 
on again, no more talking between you and Melina."  
     We walked gloomily out of the van and into the 
store.  We expected that yet another group of hard-
core, horny deviants were going to exploit us.  
Instead, a beautiful young woman who was completely 
naked greeted us.  When we walked inside, to our 
surprise, everybody there was nude.  There were at 
least a hundred naked people of all ages, sizes and 
sexes.  The woman at the door said "You may check your 
clothing over there."  Then she gestured with her hand 
towards an alcove where a hatcheck girl, who was also 
nude, was giving out tickets tied with ribbons to place 
around our necks.  When we looked around, nobody was 
wearing anything but those ribbons.  
     Everybody seemed to be relaxed and at ease, 
despite being naked.  Nobody seemed to be hiding, or 
covering him or herself up.  For the first time I could 
ever remember, I felt completely comfortable being in 
the raw in front of a crowd of other people.
     We looked around.  There were bowls of punch, 
candy, all kinds of food, and an open bar.  Another 
table had bowls of different powders, pills, capsules 
and funny looking cigarettes.  
     The hatcheck girl pointed to a woman standing next 
to two children, a boy and a girl about our age.  They 
were all au naturel.  The woman was beautiful.  She 
seemed to be about Arline's age.  She was slightly 
taller than Arline, and it seemed as if all of the 
extra height was in her legs, which for her size, were 
longer than average.  She had long curly red hair, fine 
perky breasts, and a dense patch of curly red hair 
covering her crotch.  I smiled slightly, as I 
remembered the woman with the boots saying, "The collar 
matches the cuffs, you know."  I decided that the woman 
must also be a natural redhead.  
     The girl was even more beautiful.  She was 
somewhat taller than Melina and had longer than average 
legs.  She had long, straight, silky, blond hair, and a 
light complexion.  Her breasts were slightly larger 
than Melina's.  They had slightly darker areolas and 
had somewhat larger nipples at the ends.  She had a 
patch of curly light hair over her crotch, which seemed 
not to be as thick as Arline's but was thicker than 
Melina's.  When she saw me looking at her, stared back 
and smiled.  Then, she slid one of her legs about two 
feet away from the other one and cocked her hip 
slightly to one side.  This allowed me to view her 
labia minora, which appeared to drip out from between 
her legs.  
     The other child had extremely long, hair.  There 
was no question regarding his sex however, because his 
most outstanding feature by far, was his member, which 
one could only described as enormous.  He had a patch 
of light hair over his "salami," In addition to that; 
he was quite handsome, was slightly shorter than the 
girl was and had curly light hair.  
     Arline took us over and introduced us to the 
woman.  "Children, this is Passionata.  We have known 
each other all our lives.  Our parents were friends, 
long before that."  
     "Arline how nice of you to come," said the woman 
when she saw us.  She gave Arline a long amorous kiss 
on the mouth, and Arline kissed back it seemed, just as 
affectionately.  "These are the twins.  Desira is the 
beautiful young woman and that handsome young man is 
Ardor."  She said.  "Today we are celebrating their 
twelfth birthday."  They were both standing rigidly at 
attention next to her but when she introduced them, 
Desira curtsied and Ardor bowed.  
     "Pleased to meet you," Arline said then she 
gestured towards us and said "this handsome young man 
is my stepson, pokerface.  She's my daughter.  It's 
been a long time Passionata, how long has it been?"  
     "A little over twelve years, hasn't it?"  Said 
Passionata.  
     Arline looked at Ardor.  She eyed him up and down, 
pausing mid way, "I guess it has been twelve years," 
she said smiling suggestively.  Ardor looked back at 
Arline, pausing twice, while eying her up and down, 
just as immodestly.  
     I thought I was going to be sick.  I looked at 
Melina, she was looking a little pale around the edges 
herself.  
     Desira walked up to me and began to strike up a 
conversation.  "So where do you go to school?" she 
asked.  
     Enthralled by her attractiveness, I briefly forgot 
about all the photos on the internet, and that I would 
probably be playing hooky for the rest of my life.  "I 
go to Delko elementary school."  I said.  "School 
doesn't start for another two weeks but I'll be going 
into the sixth grade when it does."  I added that last 
part hoping she would realize that I was about to 
graduate into middle school at the end of this year.  I 
hoped it would make me seem older.  "How about you?"  I 
asked.  
     "I'm going to St. Martin's Middle, this year.  You 
pretty much have to go to private school in order to 
get a good education, when you live in the city."  She 
said.  "You look familiar for some reason.  In fact, 
both you and Melina look familiar.  Have we met 
before?"  
     "I'm sure we haven't."  I answered.  At that 
point, I still hadn't thought about all the pictures 
that were on the internet.  
     "Well sometimes I have entire days when everybody 
looks familiar.  Maybe it's just one of those "d�j� vu 
days."  As I call them.  I get them sometimes," Desira 
said.  "Today is our birthday; Mother thought it would 
be a good idea for all of the guests to wear their 
birthday suits.  (So to speak.)  I like the one you 
have on."  She said.  
     From out of the blue, it seemed, Desira, asked me 
to kiss her.  Uncertain, I hesitantly prepared to give 
her a respectable peck on the cheek.  Instead, she 
hugged my neck with one arm a grabbed my bare ass with 
the other.  She pressed her beautiful, unclad body 
tightly against mine and gave me a long, passionate, 
open mouthed, French tongued kiss.  She caught me 
completely off guard and for a moment, my face turned 
red.  I recovered quickly, though and before the moment 
ended, I kissed her back, just as passionately.  
     "Anybody ever tell you that you're a great 
kisser?"  Desira asked me.  
     I shook my head no.  Actually, that wasn't true.  
I had read an article on the internet called "Kissing 
For Dummies" and after that, many people had told me 
what a good kisser I was, but I was feeling modest.  
     "Because it's my birthday," Desira said, "Mother 
told me I can have anybody I want.  It's a family 
tradition.  And I want you."  
     I turned red again.  "Want me for what?"  I asked 
somewhat startled, trying to appear naive.  
     Desira grabbed my hand and said "I'll show you.  
Come with me" and she started to pull me towards the 
stairway.  
     "I'll have to ask Mistress Arline," I said, 
embarrassed at having to be asking my mother for 
anything, in front of this beautiful woman.  
     "Of course, Mistress Arline, your mother," Desira 
said.  
     I turned red again.  "Yes."  I said, thinking I'd 
blown it for sure.  
     "I completely understand."  Said Desira 
empathetically.  I expected she was going to dump me 
like a trash basket full of used condoms, but to my 
surprise her next words were "Let's go ask her, now."  
     We found Arline, and Desira whispered something 
into her ear.  
     "Anything, for the birthday girl.  We forgot to 
bring a gift, I'm sorry.  I hope this will make up for 
it" said Arline.  
     "I certainly hope so too" said Desira.  
     Desira grabbed my hand again and led me upstairs.  
She took me into one of the upstairs rooms, and closed 
the door.  The room was lavishly decorated.  There was 
a bedspread on a double bed with no fewer than four 
pillows, curtains on the windows, real oil paintings on 
the walls, and tons of books and plush stuffed animals 
lined the shelves.  And she had a closet.  
     "What room is this?"  I asked.  
     "This is my bedroom" she said.  
     "You can close the door?"  I asked.  "I'm not 
allowed to close the door to my room myself."  
     Desira led me over to the bed and pushed me onto 
it.  Then she got on the other side.  "Actually," she 
said "I'm usually not allowed to close my door either, 
but today's my birthday, and Mother said I could.  By 
the way, what's your name?"  
     I turned red again.  "Arline doesn't allow me 
to use my real name anymore, but she calls me 
mookie.  Please don't tell anybody, I'm terribly 
embarrassed by it."  I said.  
     "I think mookie is a perfectly wonderful name," 
said Desira.  "Kiss me again, mookie."  
     I kissed her again.  This time I gave it all I had 
and she was favorably impressed.  "That was teriffic." 
she said.  "More."  
     I put my hands around her neck and held her 
tightly.  We kissed.  It was a particularly seductive 
kiss, which lasted maybe a minute.  "Wow, that was 
great she said.  Touch me."  
     "We are touching," I said innocently.  I didn't 
want her to think I was too eager to get in her pants.  
(so to speak.)  
     Desira wiggled across the bed until her body was 
squashed against mine.  She grabbed my ass and started 
kissing again.  My hand wandered over and began petting 
her derriere.  Desira stopped kissing and said "Now 
we're touching."  Then she resumed kissing.  
     I was in heaven.  If we had stopped what we were 
doing then and there, I would have been more than 
satisfied.  But Desira had other plans for us.  She 
began rubbing her pubic bone against my mid section.  
Then, suddenly she stopped.  "Where is your dick?  
Aren't you old enough to get a boner?"  she asked 
disconcertedly.  
     I was embarrassed to tears.  "I'm old enough... but 
I haven't been properly... uhh... properly stimulated, I 
usually don't get an uhh... erection until... uhh... until 
Arline canes me.  I... I need someone to... to discipline 
me.  Would you..."  At that point, I figured that I had 
irreparably blown my chances of her ever speaking to me 
again.  I stopped talking.  
     "I would love to do that," said Desira smiling 
excitedly.  "I've always wanted to be on the other end 
of the stick."  
     "Are you telling me that your mother disciplines 
you, too?"  I asked.  
     "No, Mother doesn't discipline me, she beats me."  
Desira said.  She had a pained expression on her face, 
as if she was going to cry, but she didn't.  I believed 
her.  
     "Maybe she'll let you borrow her switch..."  
     Desira interrupted me "It's my birthday; I can do 
anything I want to.  It's the only day of the year when 
I'm free to do whatever I want and I want to do just 
that.  I'll be right back."  She dashed out of the room 
and came back in carrying a switch about six inches 
longer than Arline's.  "I think this should do the 
trick," she said.  
     "Would it be too much to ask you to tie me up?"  I 
asked insecurely.
     "YES, I CAN DO THAT," she said excitedly.  She 
reached under the bed and pulled out a leather cuff 
tied to a chain which was secured somewhere beneath the 
bed.  She buckled the cuff to my wrist, and then she 
did the same thing three more times, securing all my 
limbs.  The bonds were set to accommodate someone 
taller than me.  I assumed it was set up for Desira, 
They seemed to be her size and it was, after all, her 
room.  Anyway, by the time she was finished, the 
mattress was compressed at all four corners, and I was 
stretched out tighter than a bedsheet at boot camp.  
     Suddenly, Desira's smile turned to a scowl.  
"You've walked into the wrong bar this time, wimp.  
You've made a really big mistake.  Now your ass is 
mine, you worm.  I'm going to take my revenge for all 
the times Mistress Passionata has unjustly beaten me."  
She said.  
     She started smiling like a lion at the coliseum.  
I began to worry.  "Oh, yeah, one more thing, pig," she 
said.  She went into a drawer behind me.  I couldn't 
see what she was doing.  Suddenly she pounded something 
into my asshole the likes of which I had never 
experienced before.  I screamed loudly.  "Go ahead and 
scream."  she said, "the walls are soundproofed."  and 
then she laughed loudly and manically.  Whatever it was 
she stuck in there had compounded the irritation from 
all of the sodomizing earlier that day.  That was when 
I remembered the humiliating events that had transpired 
at the park.  
     Having no Idea what I was thinking at the time, 
Desira began flailing away at me with the switch.  She 
struck me five times.  I screamed loudly five times.  
Dynamically speaking, the extra six inches on her 
switch were surprisingly effective.  She was meting out 
more pain with each blow than Arline did in two.  
Usually, when Arline beat me, after the first say 
twenty or so blows, I had to force my yelling.  With 
Desira, I didn't need to fake it.  I was experiencing 
astounding pain and it was producing real, blood 
curdling screams.  
     "This'll teach you to touch my ass, scum sucker."  
She pounded me five more times.  "And this is for 
touching my breasts, weirdo."  She pounded me five more 
times.  "And this is for looking at my cunt when you 
walked in, you degenerate."  She beat me ten more 
times.  "And this is for thinking you could fuck me on 
our first date."  She thrashed me fifteen more times 
after saying that.  Then she reached under me for my 
dick.  I was firmer than a frozen hot dog.  It was 
longer and twice as thick too.  "And this is what you 
get for being dumb enough to crawl into my lair."  She 
whacked me again, fifteen more times.  
     She climbed onto the bed, stuck her beautiful 
vagina under my face and said "Eat me out scumbag.  And 
I want to be screaming as loud as you have been, or 
you'll be screaming instead."  With that, she cut loose 
with the switch again.  
     I started munching.  I began by licking the 
outside of her vagina.  Her pussy hairs felt soft and 
downy.  I noticed that some juices had already dripped 
out of her vagina, soaking her leg.  Apparently, she 
had found the caning session to be as erotic as I had.  
I promptly licked those juices up and continued 
cleaning her hairs.  
     "Slam" went the switch.  "Deeper scumbag," she 
said.  
     I stuck my tongue inside her warm, moist, gooey 
pussy.  She was delicious.  I began rimming the inside 
of her vestibule (the entrance to the vagina.)  She 
moaned with appreciation.  
     Then "Slam" went the lash.  "I'm not screaming 
yet.  Go deeper, sleazeball ," she said.  
     I went deeper and began to run the tip of my 
tongue along the ridge that runs into her vagina from 
the clitoris.  Ambrosial fluids began leaking out onto 
my tongue.  
     "Ohh" she said quietly, then "Mmmm" then "Slam."  
"I'm not screaming yet.  Go deeper dirt bag." she said.  
     I stuck my tongue in as deep as I could go.  I 
could feel the base of her G-spot pushing back on my 
tongue.  I continued thrusting my tongue in and out as 
hard as I could.  She began moving her hips back and 
forth jamming her pubic area into my face and nose.  
Liquor began squirting onto my chin and up my nose when 
I inhaled.  I lapped up all that I could of the 
mouthwatering goo.  She was beginning to climax.  
     "Slam" "Faster."  "Slam, slam, slam" "faster" she 
said breathlessly.  
     I continued licking faster, faster, faster.  
Suddenly she began screaming a high pitched "ahha, 
ahha, ahha, ahha."  Faster, faster, faster, the sheets 
were getting drenched.  I just continued on and on and 
on until quite some time later, she slowed down, and 
then stopped.  
     "I knew you were a good kisser" she said smiling 
and breathing heavily.  Desira reached under me.  I 
still had a terrific woody.  "Well I'm satisfied.  
What's your pleasure?  Oral?  Anal?  Vaginal?  Manual?  
Something different?  I'm open to suggestion."  She 
said.  
     "Whatever you want, Mistress Desira." I said.  
     "Mistress Desira.  God you're precious."  She 
said.  "Say happy birthday Mistress Desira."  
     "Happy Birthday, Mistress Desira."  I said.  
     "Thank You, mookie.  You've really made this a 
really happy birthday!"  She said.  Suddenly, Desira's 
mouth dropped open.  She became rigid as if she were 
plaster and had suddenly set up.  "Wait a minute, 
Battle Green Park.  That's where I've seen you, and 
Melina.  Arline too.  You were on the internet."  
     I became nauseous.  Desira had discovered my 
deepest darkest secret.  Had I not been bound 
helplessly to the bed I would have tried to escape so 
that I could hide in a remote corner of her dark 
closet.  I was certain that Desira would be throwing me 
out like a moldy cantilope.  Instead, she started 
laughing hysterically until tears began forming in her 
eyes.  I was afraid she was going to fall off the bed.  
She tried to talk, but for a while, she couldn't get 
any words out.  Finally, she said "What could you have 
done that was so serious that Arline would put you 
through that?"  
     "Arline was just being mean.  She gets that way 
sometimes.  She blames me for deflowering Melina and 
blames Melina for letting me do it.  She started out 
wanting to teach us a lesson at first, and just got 
carried away.  It was a long time ago and she claims 
that that's why she's still doing it, but I think she 
got off on it and now she enjoys doing those things to 
us on a regular basis.  She did it again today, the 
pictures should be on the internet by now.  Want to 
see?"  
     Desira started laughing again.  "God, I can't 
believe I've actually met you.  You're famous!  Wait 
until I tell Ardor about this.  Let's check the 
computer, pornography makes me hot."  
     "Aren't you going to massage the cramp in my love 
muscle?"  I said disheartened.  
     "Of course," said Desira.  "But first, let's check 
out the internet."  
     Desira released me from the restraints and turned 
on her computer.  She did a Google search on Battle 
Green Park with the date and, as the man with the 
expensive camera had promised, there were today's 
pictures.  Desira clicked on one of the videos.  Desira's 
jaw dropped as she watched it.  Then she said "Arline 
actually staked you both out spread eagle?  That's a 
fantasy of mine.  What was it like?"  
     "It was humiliating, debasing, degrading and 
painful."  I said.  
     "But didn't you find it at all erotic?" she asked.  
     "No...  Not really...  Well...  I have to admit, after 
I gave this one person a blowjob, he reached under, and 
jerked me off.  It was one of the most fantastic 
orgasms I've ever had.  Also...  This other man just 
grabbed my dick and pulled on the skin...  Just a few 
times and I came almost immediately.  I also had a few 
anal orgasms.  And...  When Arline finally cut me free, I 
had dug a hole in the earth with my hard-on, which I 
must admit had stayed with me the entire morning.  
Maybe it was slightly erotic.  Oh my God, I'm getting 
hard now just talking about it."  
     "What about Melina?"  She asked.  
     "I don't think so, she cried the entire time.  But 
maybe there were a few times when I mistook her...  You 
really have to ask her."  I answered.  
     I pointed out one of the thumbnails.  Desira 
clicked on it and it filled the screen.  "Oh my God, 
you really can count the hairs on her cunt," I said.  
     Desira and I clicked on every thumbnail.  She was 
highly supportive and made me comfortable while viewing 
them by saying things like "Numbers!  That's the 
funniest thing I've ever seen" and "I wish that someone 
would do that to me." and "He actually did that?  
That's so hot." And "That guy with the knife.  I can't 
believe he actually asked her that.  Do you think he 
would have really done that?" and "A dog, what did that 
feel like?  Oh, mookie, I'm leaking."  
     Desira viewed the video of the man who kept 
kicking us.  I thought she was going to cry when she 
saw him kicking Melina in the crotch.  "The guy kicked 
you, I didn't notice any bruises when you walked in.  
Are there bruises?" she asked.  
     "It's too soon, I usually don't turn black and 
blue until the next day."  I said.  
     Desira examined my face carefully.  Then she gave 
me the once-over on my ribs.  She poked me in the ribs.  
"Does that hurt?" she said as I winced and said "oww".  
She giggled.  Her laughter sounded like a brook when it 
passes over a branch or babbles over some stones.  I 
found it enticing.  
     "Do it again."  I said without thinking.  She did 
it again.  "Oww" I said.  Although it was painful, the 
laughter following it was calming, reassuring and 
beautiful.  
     I considered having her do it again but then she 
said "By the way, it doesn't take overnight for the 
black and blue marks to show.  I can see them quite 
clearly on your face and ribs now.  I hope Melina is 
all right."  Desira said.  
     I grew somber at the thought of Melina being hurt, 
my face changed.  "Don't worry, she'll recover.  We 
always do."  Desira said,   "You love your stepsister.  
Don't you.  I can see it in your face."  
     I began crying.  I turned away from Desira hoping 
to hide my tears, but they became too numerous and 
Desira saw them falling from my face.  "I think it's 
quite commendable that you care for your step sister 
that much.  Ardor doesn't really give two shits about 
me and he's my twin brother.  He considers me a 
liability and competes for Mother's attention.  I think 
he'd be happy if I died.  
     And I admire men who can cry when they feel sad.  
I think it's stupid to hold your tears back."  Desira 
put her hand on my cheek, her arm on my shoulder and 
gave me a gentle, platonic kiss.  "She'll be okay, 
really.  Uh oh, where's your hard-on?"  


          End Part 51/56 Continued in part 52/56        
 

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 52/56
Summary: Our hero has a great time at a party.  
Arline almost destroys it.  
Keywords: b,g,bg,bd,ds,g/b,best,exhib,sm,drug,va,
rom,anal,oral,piv,



            Passion, Desire And Ardor. (Part 2) 

     Desira was right, the release of emotion and tears 
had caused my jimber to soften and shrink like a wilted 
carrot.  "Assume the position."  Desira demanded.  
I had no Idea what she was talking about.  "Assume 
the position."  She said more forcefully.  I still 
had no Idea what she meant.  "Stand up, worm dick."  
I stood up.  "Turn around." She demanded.  I turned 
around.  "Now spread your legs, asswipe.  Wider...  
Wider...  Wider."  She demanded.  I spread my legs 
as wide as I could.  It began to cause a good deal 
of pain in my leg joints.  "Now bend over and grab 
your ankles, rat turd," she said loudly and coldly.  
I did as she asked.  
     Desira set the computer on "slideshow" and it 
began showing the photos and videos of our "outing" 
automatically, one after another.  "Now watch the 
screen from between your legs while I give you ten hard 
lashes.  If you close your eyes or if I see you even 
blink, we'll start the ten lashes over."  
     Desira slammed the lash into my rear end.  "One" 
she said.  The stars I saw briefly obscured the 
computer screen.  She waited until the picture changed 
and slammed me again.  "Two" she said.  My eyes began 
drying out.  She waited for the next picture, and then 
she belted me again.  "Three" she said.  It began to 
feel like someone had thrown sand in my eyes.  "Four" ...  
Five"   At that point, it began to feel like someone 
had poured acid into my eyes.  I blinked.  
     Desira struck me again.  "One" she said.  ...  "Two"  
... ...  "Six"... "Seven"  My eyes were tearing.  I was 
unable to stand it any longer.  I blinked again.  
"Thwack."  "One" She said.  
     This went on maybe six times.  I lost count.  My 
body was beginning to ache from "assuming the 
position."  During that time, the longest I was able to 
go without blinking was eight.  Finally, Desira reached 
between my legs.  She smiled and said "I'm hot, you're 
ready, let's fuck now."  
     Having the sensational erection that she had 
produced, I acquiesced to oblige her.  
     Desira had fluids dripping down her legs.  I asked 
if she would consent to allowing me to quench my 
thirst.  "I'll do you one better."  She said.  "Lie 
down."  I lay down and Desira climbed on top of me and 
spread her beautiful bush over my face.  Then she 
leaned forward and grabbed my dick into her mouth.  As 
I busied myself cleaning her charms she began slowly, 
at first teasingly, giving me absolutely incredible 
felatio.  
     Being in no hurry, I began to do a thorough job of 
cleansing her delicious juicy vulva.  Having been 
stimulated by flailing me, her cunt hairs were already 
wringing wet.  They were flavorful, soft and fleecy.  I 
cleaned them fully.  Then I began rimming the inner 
ridges of her vagina.  Meanwhile, Desira had begun 
stuffing my entire dick into her mouth.  She was 
rubbing the trunk firmly with her lips, going up and 
down, being careful not to place too much pressure on 
the head, so as not to over stimulate me.  It was 
feeling superb but I wasn't tingling yet.  
     Having consumed all of the flavor from her outer 
area, I began to concentrate my attention on the outer 
tip of her clitoris.  Next I began to work on the area 
starting about one half inch inside of her vagina, 
working from the tail end, across to her clit with my 
tongue.  As I continued to feast on the existing juice, 
Desira began manufacturing more fluids and started 
moving her hips back and forth, while pressing her bush 
firmly onto my face.  She was breathing heavily and had 
begun uttering a kind of "Mmmm" sound.  At the same 
time, she was now squashing the front and back of my 
penis between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, 
while moving her head up and down and running her lips 
firmly from one end of my penis to the other.  
     I had begun feeling the tingling sensation in my 
penis and deep inside my asshole at my prostate gland.  
Creamy liquids began flowing down my throat.  She was 
quenching my thirst fully (So to speak.)  I sucked her 
piss flaps into my mouth.  I stuck my tongue as deep as 
I could each time her pussy came down on my face and 
let my tongue come to rest on her G-spot.  Desira began 
her high-pitched "Uhhu, uhhu, uhhu" sound.  
     Desira was maintaining a vacuum on my dick each 
time her head pulled up.  Then she would suck my dick 
into the rear of her throat each time her head came 
back down again.  She stuck her finger into my asshole 
and began poking at my prostate gland repeatedly.   
     I held off for as long as I could, but she was 
just too hot to resist.  After about ten minutes, my 
cock exploded and released what must have been a huge 
wad of ejaculate deep into her throat.  Desira made 
this swallowing motion and for the longest time I could 
ever remember, I experienced nirvana.  Desira collapsed 
on top of me, making a sound like a siren winding down.  
Kind of a "ohwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" sound.   
     After a short pause, Desira said "Again."  
     Having not moved from our position, we were 
perfectly lined up for another round.  I began licking 
the spilled fluids from the outside of her vagina.  
There was a lot of cleanup to do.  Her hairs were 
drenched again and the mouth of her vagina was oozing.  
While I was doing this, Desira had placed my now rather 
soft member into her mouth.  She began compressing my 
dick with her tongue squashing it between the roof of 
her mouth, and her tongue, which she had wrapped around 
it.  Then she began to hum.  I'd never heard that song 
before, but I really loved the tune.  
     Maybe it was the abundance of delicious creamy 
fluids, filled with her pheromones.  Maybe it was 
Desira's virtuoso playing of my skin flute.  Maybe it 
was the humming and I just fell prey to her siren's 
song.  Likely, it was all of those things, but 
whatever the reason, it didn't take another 
caning for Desira to reanimate my member, and it rose 
again, ready for a second coming.  (So to speak.)  
     I began to insert my tongue deep inside the 
furthermost recesses of her fur pie, licking at the 
fruits within.  Desira was apparently still hot from 
the session earlier.  Soon, she got to the stage where 
she was moving her hips back and forth forcing her 
wonderful beaver into my face.  She began producing 
fluids, which were sloshing everywhere.  There was 
fluid pouring down my throat, splashing down my chin 
dribbling onto my neck, even dripping down my nose.  I 
didn't care.  She was yummy.  Even more delicious than 
Arline...  
     O H   M Y   G O D ,   A R L I N E ,    what was 
going to happen to me if Arline found out that I had 
enjoyed myself with Desira?  For a brief moment, my 
mind reeled as I contemplated the ramifications of my 
actions.  I drove the thought from my mind.  I wasn't 
going to let Arline spoil this one moment of ecstasy 
for me the way she spoiled everything else for me.  As 
I was sure she would like to, and would do, if I let 
her get inside my head.  Arline wasn't here now, and I 
was going to make sure she stayed out.  
     The revelation had lasted only a moment, but the 
effect on my libido was profound.  I could feel my 
penis softening and beginning to shrink.  Desira knew 
something was wrong too.  She bit down on my dick head 
really hard, causing me pain.  She began humming to 
Chopin's "Funeral March." (Dum dum dadum dum dadum 
dadum dadum.)  
     I focused all my intellectual force on my dick and 
stuck my tongue deep into her vagina.  I could feel her 
bush pressing against my lips, her tongue rubbing 
against the head of my dick, her teeth sharply biting 
just below it, I felt her mouth creating suction, as 
slowly, I began to rejuvenate.  Desira responded by 
humming the "Cavalry charge!" (Da da da dum dadum)  
Then the "Notre Dame fight song."  I almost lost it 
when she began doing that, but it worked.  Arline 
didn't invade my brain again.  
     Meanwhile, the interlude had done nothing to 
dampen Desira's fire.  She was still grinding her 
vagina into my face, and raining her elixir everywhere.  
Soon, she stopped humming and began making her squeaky 
"Uhhu, uhhu, uhhu" sound.  I was patient.  I continued 
giving her deep tongue, and she continued grinding, 
dripping and squeaking.  This went on for quite a 
while.  I decided that I would not stop until either 
she got off me or she ordered me to stop.  
     Not that there was anything unsatisfactory about 
the way she had been blowing me up to that point, but 
eventually she changed something, I'm not sure what.  I 
imagine it had something to do with her stuffing that 
vibrating dildo deep into my ass.  But there was more 
and whatever it was, it caused a wave of intense 
pleasure to pass through me.  I suddenly and 
unexpectedly came deep inside her throat, causing her 
to cough.  Desira rolled off me and started laughing.  
     "What?"  I asked disconcertedly.  
     "Again," Desira said, still laughing.  
     Regrettably, after all of that day's sex, the 
erotic moment had passed, when I reached down, I was 
soft again.  I pointed to my now flaccid penis.  "No 
problem."  Desira said still laughing.  Then her voice 
dropped two octaves, became serious, uncaring and 
insensitive.  "Assume the position," she said.  
     I was drained.  (In more ways than one.)  Maybe it 
was pheromones again.  Maybe it was Desira's incredible 
ass, stunning good looks and lustful energy.  Maybe I'd 
actually been disciplined enough times by Arline that I 
didn't dare discourage Desira, but somehow I found the 
strength to stand up again, bend over, grab my ankles, 
and await my inspiration.  Desira inspired me all 
right; she hammered me in sets, ten strokes at a time.  
After each set, Desira reached down and grabbed my 
johnson.  I didn't bother to count, but after maybe, 
six or so sets, Winky began to respond.  
     It took another few sets until I was fully 
inspired, but inspired I was.  I got up, grabbed Desira 
and threw her onto the bed.  Then I got on top of her.  
     Having had quite a few orgasms already that day, 
it took me forever to reach climax.  During that time I 
continued pumping, driving my dick deep into her honey 
pot repeatedly.  Desira responded by screaming in 
ecstasy numerous times and releasing so much fluid, 
that the sheets were drenched long before we were 
finished.  
     Desira's orgasms seemed to be getting stronger and 
stronger.  Just when I was beginning to think that I 
was going to be unable to climax, Desira had an orgasm 
so strong that her vaginal muscles nearly kept me from 
pulling back out.  The tension on my penis was extreme, 
almost painful.  That was the stimulus I needed to 
reach my zenith.  I came, almost painfully, and 
delivered yet another huge dose of protein, this time, 
deep into her love nest.  
     I rolled off her and we both lay on the bed 
panting.  "You are taking the pill aren't you?"  I 
asked sheepishly.  
     "You're asking me now?  You're kidding, right?"  
She answered breathlessly.  Desira didn't answer other 
than to wink at me.  I took that to be a sign that she 
had that covered.  
     For a few minutes, we just lay there while we 
caught our breath.  Then Desira got up and said "Hey, 
it's my birthday, we're missing the party."  She ran 
out of the room leaving me lying on the bed, my knees 
weak.  That day was a truly bi-polar experience, I was 
down, then up, then down again, then up again, etc.  
     After Desira left, I was down again, but I'll 
never forget that afternoon or Desira.  
     I went downstairs and wandered around the room 
sampling all kinds of yummy foods and drinks and 
flirting with all the naked people many of whom were 
quite attractive.  I recognized several of our 
customers at the party, including Wilma, Velma and 
Spence.  Later, I found Desira talking to Melina about 
her experience at the park.  
     When I got to them, Desira had just asked her the 
question.  Melina looked around for Arline.  She was 
comfortably out of earshot so Melina began talking.  
"Well, mostly, I was more afraid than I was turned on, 
but there were some moments, when to my surprise, I was 
having some pretty intense and positive experiences.  I 
think that the uncertainty of not knowing what was 
going to happen to us was quite... well... stimulating."  
     "What did you find to be the most stimulating 
part," asked Desira.  
     "I'm more than a little embarrassed to admit that 
after Arline left us there, alone, unprotected and 
unguarded, to get the pliers from the van, I had some 
of the strongest orgasms of the day.  That man with the 
knife, I didn't answer him because I was trying to 
decide between my tit or my cunt.  And when those boys 
were cutting the ties loose after threatening to kidnap 
me and take me to their clubhouse, while that guy was 
fucking me ooooohhhhh...  And afterward, when Arline let 
all those gang members fuck me, all I could think about 
was being in their clubhouse.  Man, that was an 
exhilarating and erotic twenty or so minutes.  Yes, I 
guess I did enjoy myself a little.  Oh, and the dog 
fucking me, and after he finished, he licked me clean, 
nobody's ever done that to me before, and his tongue 
reached deeper than anybody ever has."  
     "So why were you crying all that time?" asked 
Desira.  
     "I did it partly as a masquerade for Arline, but 
mostly for you mookie, I didn't want you to know I was 
enjoying myself.  I thought it would make you feel 
insecure.  I'm sorry if I deceived you mookie, I love 
you and I don't want you to be hurt emotionally.  You 
forgive me don't you?"  
     I nodded yes.  
     Then Desira asked "How about the first time Arline 
took you to the park.  Were you crying for real then?"  
     Melina's face contorted.  She paused for a moment 
trying to compose herself, so that the words would come 
out correctly.  "Yes.  I was really crying that time.  
I was still pretty close to being a virgin.  More or 
less the only person who had ever explored my body was 
mookie.  I was scared.  I was unprepared for what was 
happening, and I was mortified."  For a moment she 
looked as if she was going to start crying.  Then she 
did.  
     At that moment, Arline looked our way.  She came 
over to us wearing an expression on her face that 
looked as if she had just eaten something intensely 
bitter.  She had seen Melina talking to us and more 
specifically talking to me, and she was not happy.  
Arline dragged me over to the hatcheck girl and showed 
her the claim check.  When the woman brought the box 
with our clothing, Arline took my collar and leash from 
her bag, which was in the box, and put them on me.  
     And I was down again.  
     I was terribly embarrassed about the leash, but 
when I looked around, I was surprised to find that I 
wasn't the only one wearing one.  There were children 
and adults, men and women, and three dogs wearing them.  
After that, I wasn't as depressed as I had been.  
     Arline kept me at arm's length, walking around the 
party talking to people, eating, drinking and sampling 
various foods and drugs from the tables.  Whenever I'd 
try to talk to someone, she'd pull on the leash and say 
"heel," sharply.  
     After a while, Arline grabbed some downers, and 
forced me to eat them.  I swallowed them gratefully 
with some wine she had with her, and in half an hour, I 
was swirling through the room, tethered to Arline, who 
continued, "yanking my chain."  (So to speak.)  
     Arline found that attending to me was no easy 
task.  I kept walking erratically, in circles as she'd 
attempt to lead me and I kept falling down.  This 
forced her to release my leash so that I would not 
break my neck or choke on the collar.  Frustrated, 
Arline led me back to the drug table.  She grabbed a 
mirror, placed some white powder from one of the bowls 
on it, and of all things, a one-hundred dollar bill, 
which had been rolled up to form a small tube.  She 
told me to stick the bill into my nose and sniff in as 
if I "was smelling a rose."  I did, and as I did so, 
she dragged the end of the tube across the mirror 
causing one of the rows of the white powder to go up 
the tube and into my nostril.  Then she did the same 
thing with the other nostril.  
     When I took the first dose in my nose, my nostril 
burned from the powder.  But before I'd taken the 
second dose, the powder had caused that side of my nose 
to become completely numb.  It felt like there was a 
hole in my face on that side.  After I took the second 
dose, it almost immediately began to feel as if part of 
my face was missing, from the ridge of my brow to the 
gums of my upper teeth.  Then, in short order, the 
world began swirling again.  Not sideways, the way 
downers usually affected me, but more of a front to 
back sensation, and stable as if a gyroscope were 
inside me, guiding me.  I was no longer feeling off 
balance.  I remember feeling more steady, electric, 
more alert and superior, but relaxed and calm.  
     And I was up again.  
     This new high suited me.  I was ecstatic, and 
euphoric.  Arline would pull me along on the leash, and 
I would start babbling to anyone who happened to be 
nearby.  "Heel" Arline would say, pulling on the leash.  
I would smile idiotically, and return to her side, then 
talk to the next person who wandered within earshot of 
me.  Whenever I did, Arline would pull on my leash and 
exclaim to whomever she was talking to "I've created a 
monster."  I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I 
could tell by the tone of her voice that I was being 
insulted.  I didn't  care.  
     After a short while, the effects of the cocaine 
would wear off and I would be walking erratically and 
stumbling again.  And I'd be down again.  Arline would 
bring me over to the drug table again and get me 
another dose of the powder, and I'd be up again.  
     The evening continued like that the whole night.  
"Heel," downers, "heel," cocaine, "heel," cocaine, 
"heel," cocaine, "heel," cocaine, "heel," downers, 
"heel," cocaine, "heel," coca...  Up, down, babbling, 
heeling.  Actually, I had a great time.  All too soon 
however, the festive evening ended, as the sun came up.  
Everybody went out to watch the sunrise, and then it 
was time to leave.  
     And I was down again.  
     I didn't see Desira again until we left.  
Passionata was standing by the exit, with Desira on one 
side of her and Ardor on the other.  They were both 
wearing leashes, squatting on the floor, leaning on 
their hands.  I had to laugh when I saw someone's dog 
near them.  It had assumed the identical posture.  
Desira turned to Passionata and said "May I tell him 
goodbye, Mother?  Passionata nodded approvingly.  Will 
he be invited again?"  Desira asked.  Passionata nodded 
again.  Desira stood up and gave me a long passionate, 
juicy, deep tongue kiss and said "We'll be having a 
birthday party again next year.  You're invited.  I 
really hope you'll come."  Then she sat back on her 
haunches.  
     And I was up again.  


          End Part 52/56 Continued in part 53/56        
 

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 53/56
Summary: Our hero is unable to perform for Arline
She punishes him for enjoying himself at the party. 
Keywords: b,creampie,ws,g,F/b,bd,nc,elec,sad,tort,
viol,cbt,oral         


                        Soft Porn.  

     Arline did not have a very good experience with 
Ardor.  She had taken several different drugs.  She was 
stoned on ups, downs and sideways.  By that time Ardor 
asked for her, she had her eye on someone else.  But 
after Passionata explained to her about their family 
tradition (that Ardor could have anybody he wanted on 
his birthday) Arline reluctantly agreed to go with him.  
     Ardor all but dragged Arline up to his room and 
slapped her in the face several times.  Then, ready or 
not, he stuck his oversize shlong painfully into her 
unmoistened, unstimulated, unprepared breadbox and 
started pumping away.  He came in less than a minute 
and then he sprayed his gravy all over Arline's face 
and hair.  Arline called him a "cave man."  She was not 
happy.  
     Both Arline and I gad gotten bombed from all of 
the drugs we had done.  Arline drove home, weaving 
haphazardly through traffic.  She almost hit several 
other cars, some signs, the median, some water or sand 
filled barricades and the door to and back of our 
garage.  I understood then, why she was averse to 
driving when she was stoned.  I agreed.  Arline was 
smashed.  It's lucky we all weren't. (So to speak.)
     Driving home was the most scared I had been all 
day.  Hell, it was the most scared I'd been ever.  
Arline had not brought a change of clothes for us, so 
we had to ride home naked, with the cold, morning air 
blowing on us through the open windows of the van.  
Somehow, though, the memory of Desira kept me warm, 
throughout the trip.
     When we got home, Arline sent Melina to her 
bedroom, explaining that she and I were going to have 
sex together and for her not to come out of the room.  
"Take a nap."  She said.  Then she brought me into her 
bedroom and demanded that I suck her out.  
     I did the "piss/douche" thing that Arline always 
demanded of me whenever someone she didn't appreciate 
inseminated her, and then we took a shower where she 
stuffed the hose up her snatch for a long while.  She 
was still quite stoned and she spread her legs apart 
shamelessly, then she did that trick with the soap.  I 
pretended that it blew me away, even though I had seen 
it quite a few times by now.  Then she relaxed sitting 
opposite me in a cross-legged position.  After a few 
minutes of silence she said, "You were gone a long time 
with Desira.  Tell me, what were you doing?"  
     Initially, Arline sounded like she was just 
candidly making conversation.  I told her "we were just 
talking."  
     "Really?" said Arline crossly, "Passionata said 
Desira could "have you."  What did you two do all that 
time?"  Arline asked again.  
     I told Arline that I had only given Desira 
cunnilingus and then we talked for a long while.  
     "What did you talk about for all that time?"  
Arline asked sweetly.  
     "Nothing much," I said, "This and that.  You know, 
kid's stuff."  I was having a hard time making things 
up.  
     Arline's face grew ugly.  "You're lying."  Arline 
screamed angrily.  "I can see it in your eyes, 
pokerface.  That doesn't take up two hours.  Besides 
that, you even don't do kid's stuff.  What were you 
doing all that time?"  
     I figured I had better come clean. (We were 
in the shower.)  But I also knew I had better not 
come completely clean or Arline might find out more 
than I wanted her to know.  
     "Okay, you're right.  Desira remembered me from 
when I was on the internet at Battle Green Park.  I 
told her that we were there again today.  We spent a 
long time looking at the pictures that they took of us.  
Then Desira asked me a little about my experience in 
the park."  I said.
     Trying to change the topic I said, "By the way, 
you knopw, you really can count the hairs on Melina.  
     "And what did you tell Desira about your 
experience in the park?"  Arline asked innocently.  
     "I said I found it humiliating, debasing, 
degrading and painful."  I had actually said that, so 
it wasn't really a lie.  
     "You know, we viewed the pictures downstairs.  
They didn't take more than thirty minutes.  What were 
you doing the rest of the time?"  Asked Arline.  
     I tried changing the topic again.  "Is that why 
everybody was staring and pointing at me when I came 
downstairs?  What made them turn on the computer in the 
first place...?"  Suddenly I understood.  "Mistress 
Arline, how could you do that to us?  Why would you 
show those pictures in front of all those people?"  
     Arline started smiling.  "Oh, mookie, don't be 
embarrassed, everybody was impressed at how brave you 
were, and at how you and Melina just resigned 
yourselves to your fate.  Several people said that they 
were going to do that with their slaves.  They're going 
to notify me by email when the pictures become 
available on the internet, so we can view them.  We've 
started a fad.  You should be proud to be the first one 
to do that.  You are a trendsetter."  Her face got 
serious.  "Now answer the question.  What were you 
doing the rest of the time?"  
     Arline appeared to be trying to get me to admit 
that I had "squandered" my seed with Desira.  I was 
trying to disguise that fact, so I said.  "She wanted 
to beat me, so I let her beat me.  That took a while.  
Then after we viewed the pictures on the internet, she 
said they had made her horny so she made me give her 
cunnilingus again.  That's all."  
     "And you?  You didn't uh... relieve yourself with 
Desira?  She didn't... stimulate you at all?  She didn't 
help you get your rocks off?  You didn't get to bust a 
nut with her?  You didn't blow your load with her?  
Shoot your wad?  Ejaculate?"  Arline's voice got louder 
and louder with each sentence.  It was obvious that 
Arline was trying to get me to admit that I had enjoyed 
myself with Desira.  I knew she'd be jealous, so I lied 
again.  "No, Mistress Arline, I never got off."  
     "Well, that's not what Desira said...  She said you 
had quite a good time.  Three times with her!  She said 
you also had a good time in the park.  Numerous times!  
     I'm very displeased that you would lie to me so 
flagrantly."  Arline's voice was soft and melodic on 
the surface.  But it was obvious from her demeanor that 
internally, she was seething.  I could tell that she 
was very angry with me.  
     Basically, I was screwed, (So to speak.) and I 
knew that.  Eventually, Arline was going to beat me 
mercilessly, not necessarily because I had lied to her, 
though that certainly angered her, but because I had 
enjoyed myself today, both with Desira and worse, I had 
enjoyed myself in the park, which was supposed to be a 
punishment.  I hoped that she didn't know that Melina 
had also enjoyed herself today in the park.  I feared 
that it might just send her over the edge.  
     Arline told me to get out of the shower and to get 
two towels.  "Two?"  I asked.  
     "We're going into my bed.  I don't want you 
getting skin particles all over my sheets, so you're 
going to have to dry off first."  I went and got two 
plush towels.  Arline made me dry her off first then 
she made me dry myself off.  After I finished, she 
brought me into her bedroom and had me lay face down on 
her bed.  Next, she placed the restraint cuffs on my 
arms and legs, stretching me out tight.  Then she sat 
down on the bed and said "What to do?  What to do?  I 
know, let's test the mettle."  I didn't know what she 
meant by that, but based on the way she said it; I knew 
it wasn't going to be much fun.  
     Arline bolted off saying, "Don't go anywhere."  
She liked saying that when I was tied up, she thought 
it was funny.  She returned in less than a minute, 
carrying the cattle prod.  "Let's see how well you 
dance with your arms and legs all bound up."  With 
that, she touched the electrodes of the cattle prod to 
one of the large muscles on my leg.  This caused a 
painful shock to reverberate through my leg.  I 
screamed and my knee jerked spontaneously causing my 
ankle to pull painfully against the leather cuff.  
"This is for enjoying yourself with Desira."  She said.  
     Then she touched the prod to my other leg at the 
point where the leg joins the buttock.  This delivered 
an even more painful shock to my leg, which caused 
another scream and caused the entire leg to jerk 
violently, straining against that leather cuff.  With 
that, I felt the long muscles in my leg strain as if 
they'd been stretched too far.  "And this is for 
enjoying yourself with Desira the second time."  Arline 
said.  
     Next, Arline touched the electrodes to my buttock.  
I screamed again, and my hip bent reflexively, putting 
strain on both my ankles and my wrists.  Arline 
continued to touch the cattle prod to various locations 
on my lower torso, concentrating on the crack of my ass 
and my asshole.  I continued to scream and 
spontaneously convulse.  "And this is for enjoying 
yourself in the park."  Suddenly Arline stopped and 
said "I know what we need now, music."  
     She turned on the radio at full volume.  Then she 
tuned to a station, which played loud, new wave music, 
the kind in which the singers scream loudly to what is 
essentially a cacophony of guitar, drums and other 
instrumental music.  I might have enjoyed it were it 
not for the fact that Arline began to shock me in time 
to the beat.  Each time she'd shock me, I'd scream and 
my muscles would involuntarily jerk causing my arms or 
legs or both to strain against the ropes, which bound 
them.  The shocks were quite painful and so was the 
chafing that the stiff leather cuffs were inflicting on 
my wrists and ankles.  
     Because the musicians were screaming so loudly 
during the songs, when I screamed, I couldn't really 
hear myself.  As a result, there was no satisfaction to 
my screaming and there was no release of psychic 
energy.  There was nothing but the pain and of course 
the contorting of my body.  
     "You're dancing pretty good considering."  Arline 
paused for a minute while the music stopped between 
songs.  Then she said "hmm, something's missing here...  
I know."  Arline bent over grabbed my cock and balls 
and pulled them out from underneath me so that they now 
were showing between my legs.  
     When the music started again, Arline asked 
sarcastically, "May I have this dance?"  And without 
waiting for a response from me, she began shocking me 
again.  This time, she started by placing the 
electrodes fully on my dick.  When she cut loose, it 
was extremely painful.  I screamed the loudest I had, 
pretty much ever screamed.  My body convulsed, arching 
like a bow, as the ropes, which bound me were strained 
to their limits.  As one might expect, they held fast 
and I did not get free.  
     Next, she triggered a shock after placing the 
contacts directly on top of my testicles.  When she did 
that, I thought I was going to die.  It was worse than 
having my balls kicked.  She continued shocking me all 
over my body as she had been earlier, but this time she 
was concentrating primarily on my testicles and my 
penis.  It hurt.  At times, my entire body would 
convulse, straining against my bonds, pulling my 
muscles and wearing away the skin on my wrists and 
ankles.  
     Suddenly Arline stopped.  She paused for a minute.  
Then she said "I'm sorry."  I hoped that she had 
relieved her frustrations by then, but instead she 
exclaimed, "My mistake, this cattle prod is set to the 
low setting.  We can't have that.  I'm going to have to 
do this all over again."  Arline slid the switch to 
high and true to her word, did the entire set over 
again.  With the new setting, the reverberation from 
the electric current was accompanied by a strong 
burning sensation.  This produced a new round of 
intense pain.  I screamed louder than I had before.  
This time I could actually hear myself over the radio.  
     By the time she stopped, it was late in the 
morning, I was out of breath, I was drenched in sweat, 
all of my muscles ached and my wrists and ankles were 
bleeding.  
     "Next time you're with somebody, maybe you won't 
relieve yourself unless you ask me.  You save your 
hard-on for me.  And next time we go to the park, and 
someone offers you a hand, you call me.  Understand?"  
Apparently, I didn't respond soon enough.  Arline 
zapped me several more times on my balls.  "Do you 
understand?"  She asked again slowly.  
     "Yes, Mistress Arline.  I understand."  I said.  
     "Go shower that sweat off of you.  You're 
disgusting.  Then come back here.  I'm not done with 
you yet."  
     Arline released me and I went and showered then 
dried off using the same towel I had used earlier.  
Then I went back onto Arline's bedroom.  Arline reached 
down and grabbed my penis.  It was completely flaccid.  
"Look at you, you're useless.  This is what happens 
when you fritter away your sexual energy on other 
people.  Assume the position."  
     I looked at Arline questioningly.  
     "Haven't you learned anything today?  Assume the 
position."  Arline said.  
     Obviously, Desira had given Arline a full report.  
I bent over and grabbed my ankles.  
     Arline grabbed the switch and began thrashing me.  
Without the added energy of the extra six inches that 
Passionata's switch had, (the one Desira had used on 
me.)  Arline's lash seemed inoffensive, impotent and 
almost painless.  I screamed trying to appease Arline 
but my dick just wouldn't cooperate.  Arline was right.  
I had expended all of my libidinal energy on Desira and 
those people in the park, and I had nothing left for 
Arline.  
     Arline struck me countless times, but to no avail.  
After numerous orgasms in the park, repeated sex with 
Desira, a night without sleep, and being no longer 
stoned on coke, I was wasted, and useless.  Arline 
finally gave up when she could find no spot on my ass 
that wasn't red and bruised.  
     "Well, maybe I won't get inseminated today, but 
I'll be damned if I don't get satisfied.  Get on the 
bed, you pussy fart."  Said Arline.  
     I lay down and Arline sat on top of me.  It was 
not particularly enjoyable because she had rinsed the 
flavor away, and there was nothing to enjoy.  Knowing 
that Arline wouldn't let me rest until she got what she 
wanted, I gave her what she wanted.   


          End Part 53/56 Continued in part 54/56        
 

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 54/56
Summary: This is the less depressing ending which I 
wrote for this novel.  I won't spoil it with details.
Keywords: b,g,tragic


             The Alternate Ending (Part 1) 

        The following is an alternate ending.  I was 
greatly saddened by the actual ending, which I had 
written for this novel.  It is terribly depressing.  Nevertheless, I was unable to imagine a completely 
happy outcome for this novel.  So while my 
characters do not "Live happily ever after," per 
se, it does end more positively than the original 
ending which I wrote.  I hope that this ending will 
at least leave you with hope for the characters 
whose lives I have vicariously lived and then 
destroyed.  



                       We Are Saved.  

     One day, a man came to our door; his faded clothes 
were threadbare, wrinkled and tattered.  He had a long 
gray beard, long, graying hair and dark, weathered 
skin.  He smelled bad.  He smiled at me with missing 
teeth.  
     At first, I thought he was some homeless person 
that Arline had invited to the house but there was a 
reassuring twinkle in his eye.  He held his arms out to 
hug me and started crying.  For a few moments, I was 
put off by this disreputable gentleman.  Then, suddenly 
I recognized... my father.  The past months had not been 
kind to him; he appeared twenty years older than he had 
been when he left.  
     I reached out and ran into his open arms.  I 
started crying.  For a few moments, we both just stood 
there hugging and crying.  I was speechless.  
     Arline came to the door.  "What do you want?"  
She said, nastily, and then suddenly, "O H   M Y   
G O D , " then she started crying.  "Melina" 
Arline said, "Your father's home."  
     "Who?" asked Melina.  
     "Come here, now."  Said Arline.  
     Melina ran to the door, naked as a jaybird.  If my 
father hadn't had such a long beard, I probably would 
have been ashamed by the shocked face he made when he 
saw her, but as it was, I could not see the look of awe 
and bewilderment he was wearing.  An eternity of 
silence followed as my father stared at Melina in 
disbelief.  Melina turned red and then she placed her 
hands over her private parts in an effort to cover 
herself up.  Then Melina started crying.  
     Arline joined in the hug my father and I were 
having.  Melina stood her distance, but my father 
gestured for her to join the hug.  His arms reached 
around us all including Melina in the hug, embracing 
her discretely around her shoulders.  
     So there we were, the four of us standing at 
the front door, hugging and crying.  
     After we went inside the house, Melina went to put 
some clothing on.  Unfortunately the people in the park 
had destroyed, the only normal clothing she had that 
still fit.  The only other thing she could wear was her 
leather glove.  The glove was now so tight that it 
concealed virtually nothing.  All of her maturing 
pubescent features stood out so prominently, she might 
as well not have bothered to put it on.  She came 
bounding merrily into the living room, where we had 
assembled.  My father eyed her apprehensively.  He was 
more comfortable seeing her dressed, but it was obvious 
he was still quite disconcerted by her attire.  My 
father was a very proper gentleman.  Melina, even 
wearing the glove, was rather a poke in the eye for 
him.  
     After a while, my father told us his story.  He 
had actually been "lost at sea."  His boat had sunk and 
he and most of his crew were found floating in the 
ocean three days later by another fishing boat.  They 
transported him to their hometown of Balfate Honduras.  
     Balfate was a small town in Central America, Its 
people were very poor.  My father found work on a 
fishing boat, but the job paid the equivalent of only a 
few dollars a day.  As a result, he had to work for 
months, to earn enough money to buy his fare back home.  
That's why it took him so long to return.  My father 
took out a scrap of paper he had carried with him 
since he had left our home on the ill-fated voyage.  
     It was a photograph of the four of us, smiling, at 
an amusement park; we had gone there just after my 
father and Arline got married, on their honeymoon.  
Like his clothing, the photograph was wrinkled, 
tattered, worn and faded.  
     "I looked at this photo of us every day."  He 
said, crying.  "It was the only thing that kept me 
going in Balfate.  Because the wages were so low, I had 
to starve myself, eating nothing but the bitter trash 
fish that they couldn't sell.  If I had spent my money 
on food, there would have been none left for my fare 
home."  My father passed the photo around and then he 
looked up.  
     My father looked at the walls and said "I see 
you've taken pho..."  He stopped in mid sentence with his 
mouth open.  On the wall were the framed photos, from 
the internet, that had been taken at Battle Green Park.  
     For a few seconds, he stood there, his eyes and 
mouth open.  For a moment he seemed unsure of what he 
was looking at.  After he recovered from the shock, he 
yelled, "What is the meaning of this?"  
     Nobody answered him.  We were frozen, unable to 
move except to turn our heads away from him so as not 
to lock eyes with him.  
     "Somebody say something."  My father said loudly.  
     "How can you explain such a thing?"  I wondered.  
I wasn't going to be the person to have to explain the 
madness that had gripped Arline following his apparent 
demise.  No words are capable of explaining away the 
horrors that had ensued following his disappearance.  
     Arline was the first to speak.  "They're trick 
photos darling; you take a picture and replace the head 
of someone in the picture.  You do it on the computer."  
She said in desperation.  "You know.  They're a joke."  
     Melina and I sat there in disbelief.  My father 
watched the expression on our faces as Arline spoke.  
"Is that what they are?" he asked us directly.  
     Neither Melina nor I answered.  We both turned 
away from him and began crying synchronously, and in 
harmony.  My father sat down and put his hand on his 
forehead.  We sat in silence for an interminable 
period.  
     Finally, one by one, my father removed all of the 
pictures from the wall and threw them in the trashcan.  
"They're not very funny," he said.  It was obvious that 
he didn't believe Arline, but had decided not to press 
the issue.  
     "So what have you guys been doing since the last 
time we were together?" my father said, trying to 
change the subject.  Once again the Arline, Melina and 
I turned away trying to avert my father's gaze.  
     What can you say?  The story is horrendous, not to 
mention humiliating.  Once again, there was silence as 
the three of us attempted to find a description for our 
activities that would be acceptable to him.  There was 
none.  Our actions were unthinkable, outrageous, 
inexcusable, and despite the fact that we were 
unwilling participants in it, Melina and I felt 
responsible.  
     Recognizing that everybody was uncomfortable 
discussing our activities of the past few months my 
father again tried to change the subject.  "So tell me, 
what grade are you two in?"  
     The tension was tighter than a guitar string.  
Once again, my father had unwittingly succeeded in 
poking a stick in our wounds.  I hung my head as I 
thought about how the pictures from the internet were 
probably circulating through the fifth grade, now that 
school had started.  The other kids used to pick on me
and laugh at me before this summer started.  I could 
only imagine what they were saying about me now.  
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I thought 
about the names that they would be calling me if I 
ever dared to show my face.  Arline finally broke 
the silence.  "I was planning to home school them 
this year darling."  She said.  
     My father looked worried.  He didn't know exactly 
what had transpired, nor could he ever in his wildest 
dreams have imagined what had happened while he was 
gone, but he was wise enough to recognize that whatever 
it was, it was probably bad.  "Let's go sit out in the 
back yard," he said finally.  
     God, my father had delivered yet another 
unintentional poke with that stick.  Arline flinched 
visibly as she thought about the guy with the gun, she 
looked as if she was going to puke.  The grass hadn't 
yet grown back over the spot where we had buried him.  
My father surely was going to notice the void within 
the pristine, immaculately maintained lawn he had left 
before his trip.  
     I closed my eyes as I realized that an entire 
lifetime of misery and strife had passed in the three 
or so months since my father had disappeared.  "How 
could he have done this to us?"  I wondered.  I became 
angry with him.  I opened my mouth to scream at him, I 
had a million and one nasty things to say to him, but 
just as I was about to speak, I realized that he was 
not to blame.  Arline was.  
     I looked over at Arline.  My eyes narrowed as the 
anger welled up in my throat.  I could feel my blood 
pressure raising, as my heart began pounding inside, 
attempting to jump out of my chest and wrap itself 
around Arline's neck.  And all that time, the fountain 
of tears kept running.  I opened my mouth to deliver 
the truth to my father, but the words would not come 
out.  I looked at Melina.  She was staring blankly at a 
spot on the wall where Arline had placed a particularly 
embarrassing photograph of her.  She had long ago 
disconnected herself from the conversation.  She looked 
utterly beyond destroyed.  Like a Roman ruin.  
     Recognizing that he'd accidently stepped in yet 
another pile of excrement, my father said "How about we 
have dinner.  What are we having for dinner tonight?"  
That did not go over well either.  Melina and I both 
brought our eyes up to the ceiling.  Not for lack of 
trying, my father certainly wasn't making this reunion 
easy.  "Well, how about if we go out to eat?" he said 
finally.  
     Everybody nodded approvingly.  My father said 
"Great, let's go out to eat.  Melina, don't you have 
anything else to wear?"  When he looked at the 
expression on Melina's face he gulped and said "That 
will be just fine, Melina.  Where shall we go?"  
     Arline suggested a fancy French restaurant.  I'm 
sure she understood that a fancy restaurant would never 
allow Melina inside, wearing her glove.  My father 
looked at Arline with the proverbial daggers.  He 
hadn't entirely figured out what had happened since 
he'd left, but he was beginning to understand.  
There was great concern in his eyes as he contemplated 
our situation.  
     "I know," he said, "Let's go have Chinese."  
Everybody nodded.  He said "I need a bath, and a 
change of clothes.  You guys get ready, okay?"  We all 
nodded again.  My father went over to the bathroom and 
tried to lock the door.  He was not a man who was 
comfortable bathing with an audience.  He closed the 
door as best he could and started the shower.  
     Arline, Melina and I were still sitting in the 
living room.  Arline said "Thank you for not saying 
anything about what has happened in our lives since he 
left.  
     My eyes got cold.  "I'm going to tell him 
everything."  I said, "Just as soon as I figure out how 
to say it without hurting him."  
     A combination of intense contempt and "or else" 
swept over Arline's face.  "I wouldn't do that if I 
were you."  Arline said.  "Remember who's going to be 
driving you home after the dance tonight.  One of these 
days, soon, your father will be going to go back to 
work and guess who'll be caring for you then?"  
     I smiled defiantly, "Now that he's back, they 
won't send me to a foster home.  Just wait until he 
hears about all of the things you've done to us.  He's 
going to throw you out onto the street.  And he's 
probably going to call the cops.  And they're going to 
come here, and put you in jail.  And I'll be glad.  
I'll come visit you there, just so that I can laugh at 
your misery."  
     Arline grabbed my arm and started pulling me into 
my room.  Then, she must have heard the shower and 
realized that my father would come as soon as he heard 
me scream.  She let me go and started crying.  "I 
thought you loved me.  You do, don't you?  You don't 
want to cause trouble for your dear mother, do you?  
You know I didn't intend to be mean to you, I just 
wanted you to grow up straight.  I did my best to bring 
you up right, didn't I?  It was all part of the 
training, you know."  
     I guess I wanted to believe it.  The next thing I 
knew, I was eating the shit she was dishing out, as if 
it was my dinner.  (So to speak.)  I also started 
crying.  "I'm sorry Mistress Arline."  I blubbered, "I 
know it was my fault.  I caused you to be so strict 
with me.  I should have been more obedient."  
     It must have been her tears.  I couldn't believe 
that I was saying what I was saying, but somehow my 
mouth just kept forgiving her, even though my brain 
wanted to condemn her and my hands wanted to rip her 
throat out.  
     I felt a tremendous rush, like the ones you get 
when you take too many downs.  The room darkened, and 
then turned black.  The next thing I knew, I was on the 
floor.  Arline was giving me CPR again.  My father was 
standing over us, thanking Arline for bringing me back  
to life.  He had shaved his beard.  I was very 
confused.  
     My father suggested we go to the hospital, but 
Arline explained that it was probably just an anxiety 
attack from all the excitement of having my dad back.  
"Well, you're the nurse."  He said.  
     "He's fine now.  Let's go have that dinner, shall 
we?"  Said Arline.  
     "All right then, everybody in the van, let's 
celebrate my coming home."  Yelled my father 
jubilantly.  
     Melina and I got into the van and sat in the back 
seat facing the rear doors.  "What are you sitting back 
there for?"  My father asked.  "Bernhard, you sit up 
front with me.  Melina, you sit in the middle row with 
your mother."  I remembered the last times we had been 
in the van, hadn't worked out so well for Melina and 
me.  We drove to the restaurant, and were seated.  
     That was when I noticed that Melina hadn't said a 
word since my father had gotten back home.  She looked 
like a cloud was enveloping her.  She hardly responded 
when people spoke.  Her eyes appeared not to be 
focusing properly, and generally, she appeared to be 
staring out into space.  When my father asked her what 
she wanted for dinner, she just pointed to an item on 
the menu.  It was a chicken dish.  Melina hated 
chicken.  When the waiter asked what we wanted to 
drink, Melina didn't answer.  My father finally ordered 
her a cola.  Melina hated cola too.  She didn't react.  
     I started to become apprehensive.  I wanted to ask 
Melina if she was all right, but I was afraid to 
violate my oath to Arline.  I decided to have my father 
do it.  I whispered to him that I knew Melina hated 
chicken, and told him to ask her if there was something 
else, that she might want.  
     The menus were gone, when he asked Melina if 
perhaps she might want to order something else, she 
just shook her head, "no."  
     "Maybe she actually wants chicken tonight," my 
father suggested.  
     "Please father," I pleaded quietly, "make her talk 
to you, I think something's wrong."  
     "So, what do you do in your spare time?"  He asked 
Melina.  
     Oh, my God.  Of course, Melina wasn't going to 
talk to him, She did nothing all day long, except fuck 
people and wait, tied up, in bed, for the next person 
to come and fuck her.  What could she possibly talk to 
my father about?  
     To my surprise, Melina opened her mouth and 
started talking.  "Mostly," she said, "I do nothing all 
day long except fuck people and wait, tied up in bed, 
for the next person to come and fuck me."  Melina gave 
a beautiful smile and then she added, "I also give a 
lot of blowjobs.  It's the same thing that mookie does; 
only he doesn't have a cunt to work with."  Melina 
smiled again, and then she began crying.  
     Arline turned red.  "Melina must not be feeling 
well.  She has a vivid imagination and a dirty mouth.  
I can't imagine why she is saying that.  She must just 
want attention."  
     My father sat, dumbfounded.  Without his beard, 
you could read his face from a mile away.  His 
expression was a mixture of incredulity, disgust and 
disquiet.  He paused, for at least a minute, trembling, 
while trying to compose himself.  Finally, he turned to 
me.  "Is this true?"  He asked me, choking, in 
disbelief.  
     Based upon the next expression on his face, he 
already realized the truth.  I was crying.  I turned 
away from him but it was too late, he had perceived the 
answer.  It showed clearly on my pokerface.  I can 
still remember the look on his face that followed.  
     For some reason, I felt responsible for having 
hurt him.  Don't ask me why.  The universe stopped 
moving as silence engulfed our table.  The waiters 
came, dropped off our food and left.  We sat there 
frozen.  Nobody ate anything, our food got cold.  
     Someone observing us might have thought we were a 
sculpture.  At last, my father took some bills out from 
his wallet and dropped them on the table.  "Was there 
something wrong with the food sir?"  Asked, one waiter.  
     "Guess we weren't that hungry.  I have a bitter 
taste in my mouth."  My father answered absently.  
     "Do you want a doggy bag?"  Asked the waiter.  
     "No thank you.  We don't want to take this home 
with us."  Answered my father.  
     We drove home in silence.  My father turned on the 
radiator, but it did little to warm the mood in the 
van.  Everybody was crying except for Arline.  She was 
huddled in the middle seat as far to the left side as 
she could get, without hurting herself.  Melina was on 
the extreme other side of the seat from Arline.  Her 
lips were moving as if she was speaking to somebody, 
but no sound was coming out.  I was in the front seat 
on the passenger's side, wishing I could melt into the 
space between the bench and the backrest.  My father 
was driving.  He looked as though he had aged another 
twenty years since we had walked into the restaurant.  
     When we got back to the house, my father said the 
first words anybody had spoken since we had left the 
restaurant.  "Let's all go to sleep, I'm sure things 
will look better in the morning."  
     Melina went to her room in silence.  I was 
terribly worried about her, she didn't look right.  
     My father went into the parlor to sleep.  It was 
dark in there.  He lay down and fell into a deep sleep.  
     Arline went to her room.  I don't know what 
happened to her after that.  
     They say that things always look brighter in the 
light of day.  I was sure that daylight was only going 
to show the devastation of our lives in greater detail.  
Like a rotting corpse in a room at night, it smells 
terrible.  But when the sun comes up, it smells 
terrible and looks even worse.  
     I went to my room and lay in my bed.  I was up all 
night.  I was not optimistic.  


          End Part 54/56 Continued in part 55/56        
 

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 55/56
Summary: This is the less depressing ending which I 
wrote for this novel.  I won't spoil it with details.
Keywords: b,g,rom,tragic


              The Alternate Ending (Part 2) 

     The light of day did nothing to cheer everybody 
up.  In the first place, it was windy, cold and stormy, 
so we were already off to a bad start.  In the second 
place, my father had woken up in the parlor.  The light 
of day showed it to be the dungeon of horrors that it 
had been.  
     After my father had "slept on it" overnight, he 
arrived at the conclusion that something terrible had 
happened to us, while he was gone.  So terrible, that 
even though it was screaming out to be heard, nobody 
was willing to talk about it.  He called a family 
meeting in the living room.  
     We called Melina but she did not come to the
room.  My father went to her room to get her.  When he 
knocked on the door, Melina invited him in.  He 
opened the door, and there she was, lying in bed, 
naked, her legs spread apart, her arms open, and 
wearing the mask of the "well-practiced smile" that she 
used for display to her customers.  The one Arline had 
taught her to use when her clients came "calling."  
     He turned away from Melina, staring at a vacant 
spot on the wall.  His knees gave way causing him to 
droop and almost fall down.  Then he gently said to 
Melina, "Put your clothes on, we're having a family 
meeting in the living room."  
     He stumbled back into the living room alone, 
broken and in tears.  He looked as though he had just 
returned from the Crusades.  There was an aura of 
disillusionment, discouragement and defeat.  He was 
wearing an expression of great pain as though his heart 
and soul had been ripped from his chest.  
     My father turned to Arline.  "What has been going 
on since I left here?  I left you in charge of the 
household.  You were supposed to take care of the kids.  
What has happened that has painted everything so dark?"  
     Arline put on her "butter wouldn't melt in her 
mouth" expression.  "Everything's been fine since you 
left, honey, we've just had a little trouble adjusting 
to your absence, that's all.  We were all so sad when 
we thought you had died."  Then she smiled innocently.  
     If I didn't know better, based on the way she was 
now pronouncing her words, I would have thought she was 
a Southern Belle.  
     My father shook his head, "No."  "Arline, things 
have not been fine here."  He said, "There's been a 
tempest blown through here.  It's plainly visible like 
a coating of mud after a flood.  Tell me the truth.  
Or do I have to ask the children?  They'll tell me, you 
know.  I want you to tell me the truth.  What has 
happened here?"  
     Arline was still smiling innocently; "Go ahead," 
she said, "go ask the kids, they'll tell you."  
     "My God," I realized, she really was speaking with 
a southern accent.  That was quite strange because we 
lived near Boston and she was from Eastern Europe.  
      Then my father said "I'm afraid that Melina has 
already told me.  I just pray to God that it wasn't as 
serious as all that, but now, I'm pretty sure it was."  
     "Honey, you can't believe Melina, she's a 
pathological liar, half the time she doesn't know what 
she is saying, and the other half of the time, she's 
making it up."  Said Arline.  
     Tears were welling up in my father's eyes as he 
turned to me.  "Bernhard, for God's sake, please tell 
me that Melina was lying last night."  
     I began crying myself.  "I'm sorry father, Melina 
was telling the truth, and that's only the tip of the 
iceberg."  
     My father kind of crumbled into a chair "What do 
you mean?"  He asked.  "How could anything be worse 
than that?"  
     By then, Melina had dressed, and sat down in the 
room.  Slowly I gave an accounting of all the things, 
which had transpired since he had left.  Every so 
often, my father would look incredulously over at 
Melina for confirmation of what I was saying.  Melina 
would nod her head and my father would cringe and 
appear to sink deeper into the chair in which he was 
sitting.  He looked like he was shrinking.  His face 
was so sad.  I was dying inside.  It was killing me to 
have to tell him these things.  But once the first 
thread of truth began coming undone, the entire garment 
had to unravel or my soul would not be set free.  
     As the story unfolded, a look of disbelief began 
to appear on my father's face.  Obviously, the more 
intense the story became the more unbelievable it 
became.  He was finding it impossible to imagine let 
alone believe what I was saying.  As I watched his face 
I realized that he was being overwhelmed by what I was 
saying and in an effort to cope with an otherwise 
tortuous understanding, he was instead "writing it 
off," as some childish attempt to gain his sympathy.  
When I got to the part about the park, he finally stood 
up and roared "Enough, enough.  No more lies."  
     "Father," I sobbed, "you saw the pictures on the 
wall.  They're from the internet.  I can show you.  
Father, please, let me show you."  
     "Show me."  He said angrily.  
     The computer was already on.  I did a search on 
"Battle Green Park."  I knew my father was going to be 
torn up by the photos, but at that point, I had to let 
the monster run free, no matter what it was going to 
destroy.  
      I picked one of the movies the man with the 
expensive camera had taken.  It was of me, giving a 
blowjob to one guy, while being sodomized by another.  
The guy who took the pictures walked around and around 
me, taking pictures from every angle.  The photos were 
so clear you could read the expression on my face.  As 
he walked around you could clearly make out Melina and 
Arline in the background.  
     As if the ice beneath his feet had fractured, my 
father's awareness suddenly plunged through the floe, 
into a fetid sewer of cold, ugly reality.  He slumped 
into his chair like wet mortar.  "Stop it.  Please stop 
it.  Turn it off."  He cried.  "Arline, they're 
children.  How could you have done all of this to them?  
To your daughter?  To my son?"  
     Arline looked surprised.  She obviously didn't 
expect my father to believe us.  "They needed to be 
taught a lesson."  She said slowly.  "I was just 
disciplining them like any good parent should do.  You 
don't know how wretched these children are.  It was 
just a punishment.  There's no harm in that."  
     For a moment, I was scared for Arline.  But 
instead of choking at her to death, as I wished he had 
done, as he probably should have done, his face 
softened and he said "Arline, I think you need some 
help.  I think everybody needs help now.  Let's call 
some professionals and get this mess cleaned up."  
     Nobody said anything for a while.  Arline was the 
first to speak.  "Darling, if you call a social worker 
about this, they might think it was some kind of child 
abuse.  They'll have to report it to the authorities, 
and I might have to go to jail."  
     "Then I'll miss you, Arline," said my father, 
"but the children come first, and they need help now.  
Bernhard cringes whenever I talk loudly or move 
unexpectedly.  Look at your daughter Arline, she's 
devastated.  They've been damaged.  I love you Arline.  
I suppose I always will.  And I'll come see you on 
visitor's days, but something has to be done for them, 
right now."  
     "I'll run away then.  That's what I'll do, I'll 
run away."  Said Arline.  
     "Maybe you should do that, Arline, I don't think 
the future looks very good if you stay here."  
     "I'll take Melina with me, mookie will cry.  
You'll be sorry.  That whiner won't give you a moment's 
peace."  
     "Melina's my daughter now.  If she wants to go 
with you, she can go with my blessing, but if she wants 
to stay here, I won't let you take her."  
     Suddenly, I was not so sure I wanted to go through 
with it.  I had already given Melina up once; I didn't 
want to go through it again.  "Wait," I said, "I love 
Melina.  Father, please don't let her leave."  
     My father turned to me and said "Son, sometimes 
you have to make sacrifices for the ideals that are 
important to you.  Even if it means giving up the 
things you love the most."  
     I wanted to puke, that's what I'd said the first 
time I let Melina go, the time I made a deal with 
Arline to forsake her.  I was sure I didn't want to go 
through that again, even if it was "the right thing to 
do."  
     "Father, I've traveled down this road already.  
It winds up in a terrible place.  Please father, don't 
do this," I said.  
     "I'm sorry son, I don't think you understand 
how broken you are.  You need help, whether you real- 
ize it or not.  We have to put the shattered pieces of 
your life back together, and it's probably going to 
hurt.  Forgive me son, but sometimes I have to make 
sacrifices for the ideals that are important to me.  
Even if it means giving up the things I love the 
most."  
     "It's my life father, let me decide."  I said.  
     My father began crying again.  "Bernhard, 
you're only eleven years old.  I'm sorry; I can't leave 
this in your hands."  
     Arline went into her bedroom and began packing.  
When she came out, she had a small suitcase.  She 
looked very angry.  "Melina," she said, "we're 
leaving."  
     Melina sat where she was, and appeared to be 
thinking.  A ray of hope flashed through my mind.  She 
appeared to be deciding whether to go or to stay.  She 
kept looking from Arline, to me then to Arline again, 
then back at me.  She began shaking.  "I...  I want... 
to... to stay here, with...  mookie." she said at last, 
hesitantly.  
     Based on the sound of her voice and the trem-
bling, I realized that she was really scared of what 
Arline was going to do.  Sure enough, Arline whirled 
around, slapped her across the face, grabbed her by 
the hand, and pulled her out of her seat, bellowing, 
"I said we're leaving."  She began dragging Melina 
toward the door.  
     I stood up.  I grabbed Melina's other hand.  
For a moment, there was a tug of war as Arline and I 
just about tore Melina in half.  Then, my father said 
"Bernhard, let her go, you're going to hurt her."  I 
wasn't convinced, but I released her.  Then my father 
said "Arline, if you take her now, I'm going to call 
the police.  You won't make it out of town before they 
stop you."  
     Arline continued toward the door saying, "They 
won't stop me, she's my daughter too, you know."  Then 
she left.  
     My father called nine-one-one.  He told the man 
who answered that Arline was kidnapping his daughter.  
When he told the man that Arline was Melina's mother, 
the police officer said he couldn't stop her if Arline 
was her mother.  My father gave the officer the address 
of the website where the officer found one of the 
videos of Arline dragging Melina by her hair, 
screaming, naked into the park.  After a moment, the 
officer said "One of our units has just spotted your 
car on a road leaving town.  We are in pursuit."  
     A few minutes later, a police officer called 
back. The suitcase Arline had taken contained more than 
fifty thousand dollars.  Arline had tried to bribe the 
officer who stopped her.  She was now in custody.  The 
judge denied her bail due to her being a flight risk.  
The police officer said Child Protection Services was 
processing Melina, and that they would finish with her 
soon.  They said my father could have her back as soon 
as they completed the paperwork.  We drove down to the 
station. 
     When we got there, Melina was sitting on a 
bench. Seated next to her was, of all people, "the 
cop." Melina seemed calm and at ease.  To look at her, 
you wouldn't think that they had just rescued her from 
a cave-in at a coal mine.  After repeated visits to the 
house, "The cop," had become Melina's good friend.  
Besides having no proof, I didn't want to get Melina's 
friend in trouble, so I kept our dirty little secret.  
I figured that if Melina had wanted to tell somebody 
about it, she would have.  Apparently, she didn't want 
to.  I was okay with that.  
     My father called an agency about getting  
counseling that day.  After hearing about our plight, 
they cleared their schedule for the afternoon and both 
Melina and I got a thorough going over as they 
administered a battery of tests to determine the depth 
of our despondency.  
     To my great dismay, they took Melina away and 
put her in a mental hospital.  They placed her in a 
special ward for children.  I guess there must be 
other children with problems as severe as hers.  They 
said she appeared to be too damaged, emotionally to be 
helped without constant professional supervision.  
     I miss her dearly, and try to see her whenever 
I can.  Unfortunately, the few visiting days at the 
hospital coincide with the few visiting days at the 
Correctional Institution where Arline is interned.  My 
father and I have to split our time between them both.  
     It's been a year since my father returned.  I 
am writing this book in an attempt to come to terms 
with the abominations that I have experienced.  Many 
repressed memories have revealed themselves through 
the writing of this diary.  Nowadays, I have many 
happy times.  In retrospect, I don't remember many 
times when I was truly happy under the Arline dynasty. 
They say I have an excellent chance of making a com- 
plete recovery.  
     Unfortunately, Melina will take more time to 
recover, due to her breakdown.  They say, though, that 
because she is young, her prognosis is good too.  
They're going to try electroshock therapy on her.  I 
wonder what Wilma and Velma would think of that.  At 
this time, they have taken her off suicide watch, and 
removed her from the padded cell in which they had 
originally placed her.  They feel she is no longer a 
danger to herself.  
     They brought Arline to trial.  The district 
attorney had no trouble getting a conviction based on 
my testimony and the photos from the internet.  She got 
a sentence of not less than fifteen years for the abuse 
charges and two years for attempted bribery.  In 
addition, the police dug up the body of "the guy with 
the gun."  She got twenty years to life for that.  With 
good behavior, she might be out by the time she is 
sixty.  
     She's currently in jail being somebody's bitch.  
She is frequently beaten, and forced to have sex with 
whoever will pay for her, by her larger, stronger and 
meaner "lifer" cellmate.  
     The irony of Arline's plight has not escaped 
me, but my anger at her has passed.  When I think 
about her situation in jail, I feel sorry for her.  My 
father brings me along when he goes to visit her.  
While we don't get all "warm and fuzzy," I don't laugh 
at her misery either.  I once loved her, and now I 
have nothing but compassion for her.  I know how she 
must be feeling. 
     My father destroyed all of Arline's parapher-
nalia; nevertheless, the house still carries many 
unhappy memories for me.  Perhaps, some day, if I be-
come rich, I will buy my father a new home.  Then I 
will bulldoze this house to the ground, the way Forest 
Gump did to Jennie's father's house in the movie.  
     The company for which my father worked, had an 
insurance policy which paid him twenty-four/seven 
overtime for all of the months he was lost at sea.  
Plus, the police gave us the money Arline had with her 
when they caught her.  It amounts to a tidy sum.  
     In view of my infamy at school, my father has 
decided to spend the money on private tutoring for me.  
I am learning quickly and am way ahead of my peers at 
school.  I've been feeling better about myself lately.  
There are still many hurtles for me to jump, but I am 
optimistic for the future.   
     Last week, I got a letter from Desira, inviting 
me to her thirteenth birthday party.  My shrink doesn't 
think I should go at all.  My father says I can go, but 
he wants to chaperone me.  Despite the fact that I 
would really love to see her again, I probably will not 
attend.  My father forwarded a letter on the same 
stationary as the invitation, to Arline.  I imagine she 
will not be attending either.  
     My soul feels as though it has been dragged 
through a river of broken bottles.  My wounds have 
healed now and though the bottles left many scars in 
their wake, I am ready to complete the journey of my 
life with renewed courage and strength.  From time to 
time, splinters of the glass poke out through my skin 
and need to be reckoned with.  I am now capable of 
removing them myself and when needed, placing an 
adhesive bandage over the holes until they are fully 
healed. 
     In retrospect, the sexual abuse I received does 
not seem to have caused even a fraction of the emo-
tional damage that the physical and mental abuse which
Arline inflicted upon me did.  There are many ways in 
which I feel It broadened my horrizons.  I'm not sure 
my shrink feels the same way however.  We tend to spend
many of our sessions debating this issue.  
     I'm looking forward to the day when Melina is 
well enough to be released from her institution and we 
can be together again.  Some day, I hope to marry her, 
I know we will make each other happy.  

                       The end.



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                                           ------------ 


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 56/56
Summary: This is the original ending which I wrote
for this novel.  I won't spoil it with details 
other than to say it is devistatingly bleak.
Keywords: b,g,F/b,caution,viol,tragic


                  The Other Ending.

     Note.  This chapter must contain the following 
advisory.  The events depicted in this chapter 
are extremely tragic.  If you are depressed, 
despondent, downhearted, in the pits or 
suicidal I recommend that you put this book 
down now, and not complete this final chapter.  
It is not going to make you optimistic, 
hopeful, and lighthearted, make you feel like 
you're flying high or encourage a love of life.  
Reader discretion is therefore highly advised, 
and for many unhappy individuals, it is 
strongly recommended. .  

     Further This chapter contains no descriptions 
of sexual events and therefore has no lewd, 
depraved, licentious or provocative contents.  
As a result, the following may be unsuitable or 
boring for some reading audiences; reader 
discretion is therefore highly advised.  



                       The End.

     One day it occurred to me that while my oath to 
Arline did not allow me to talk to Melina; nothing had 
ever been said about writing to her.  I hurried to the 
drawer in the living room where my father had kept the 
pens.  Apparently, Arline had anticipated my action and 
had hidden all the pens.  My brain switched into gear.  
I looked for some ink and finding none, I decided that 
I would write my note in blood.  I looked in another 
drawer and found a pin.  I realized that if Arline 
didn't catch me writing the letter I still ran the risk 
that Melina might think one of her deviant clients had 
written the note and throw it away without reading it, 
but I had to try.  
     It wasn't easy.  I could only write part of a 
single letter at a time with the tiny amount of blood 
that a pin could hold.  Plus, I had to stab myself many 
times to get enough blood for the task.  It was a 
difficult, long and painful experience, but in the end, 
I had my letter.  I kept it short so I wouldn't bleed 
to death while writing it.  Here's what I wrote:  

Dear Mel,  
     I'm sorry.  Arline made me forsake you.  
     She promised never to hurt you again and to 
protect you from others.  In exchange for this, I swore 
never to look at, touch, talk, comfort or make love to 
you again.  
     I love you more than anything and would never have 
considered abandoning you, but this was the only way I 
could keep you safe.  
                            I'll love you forever.  
                            mookie  

     I placed the letter under Melina's pillow and 
waited for a response.  Then after sex with Arline that 
night, I went to bed with anticipation.  
     I woke up at four o'clock the next morning.  When 
I lifted my pillow to plump it up, a piece of paper 
fell out.  Thinking it was an answer from Melina I 
unfolded it excitedly.  Though it was an answer from 
Melina, it was not the one I had hoped to get.  She had 
found a pen somewhere and written it in ink.  I'll 
never forget what it said:  


Dear mookie  
     I have taken a bunch of Arline's downers.  Please 
forgive me for taking this drastic action.  After I 
read your letter, I realized that no power on earth 
could change the course of the tide, which has 
separated us.  I know how persuasive Arline can be, and 
I forgive you for deserting me.  
     I have before me a future of constant violation, 
degradation and defilement.  That and faced with a 
choice of either the loneliness of losing you or the 
torture of being eternally tormented by Arline, I have 
chosen death.  I wish I could have found some other way 
to resolve this, but I know you'll understand.  I hope 
you'll both be happier now that I'm gone.  I know 
Arline will.  
     Please take care of Arline for me.  I love you 
both.  I'll be waiting for you to be here someday, 
wherever that is.  
                                   Love  
                                   Melina  


     I started crying and screamed for Arline.  
     Arline, thinking that something was terribly 
wrong, based on my tone of voice, came in almost 
immediately and pulled the note from my hand.  At 
first, she got really angry at me for reading Melina's 
note.  She tore the note up and grabbed me by the arm 
violently, wearing the face that she used when she 
wanted me to know that she was very displeased.  Then 
she began to drag me to the bed.  
     "Read the note."  I cried.  
     Arline reassembled and read the note.  
     Arline's face changed from one of anger to one of 
extreme distress.  She dropped my arm and the note and 
ran into Melina's room.  I followed her in.  There on 
the bed was Melina, lying peacefully with her eyes 
closed.  She looked happier than I had seen her look in 
a long time.  Arline tried shaking Melina, and then she 
burst out into tears.  "Wake her up," she said to me.  
     I shook Melina.  Her body was cold and stiff.  
Melina did not wake up.  
     "I said wake her up" This time she said it 
angrily, as if somehow I could change the outcome but 
didn't want to.  
     I shook her again, this time more forcefully.  
Melina did not wake up.  
     I remembered a fairy tale about a princess who had 
eaten a poison apple and when the handsome prince came 
and kissed her, she woke up.  In desperation, I kissed 
her.  Her lips were cold and unresponsive.  Melina did 
not wake up.  Frantic, I slapped her across her face 
several times.  Melina did not wake up, but it made me 
feel like a real shit heel.  
     Tears were dripping down my cheeks like a Missouri 
thunderstorm.  Arline was crying too, I wasn't sure 
why.  Maybe she felt guilty.  I hoped so; I wanted her 
to feel guilty.  She should feel guilty.  
     "You did this Arline."  I said.  "You did this as 
surely as if you fed her the pills yourself.  This is 
all your fault.  I hate you."  
     Arline went to her room and swallowed four 
sleeping pills.  I stayed in Melina's room and sat on 
the bed next to her, as if I could somehow keep her 
company now.  I realized that my deal with Arline was 
null and void.  I began babbling to Melina.  I don't 
remember most of what I said, but I know I told her 
many times that I was sorry.  I said that I understood 
why she did what she did.  I told her that I blamed 
Arline for causing the whole mess.  I said a lot of 
things to her, mostly stuff I wished that I had told 
her before she took the pills.  And I told her that I 
knew we would get back together someday.  
     Arline did not leave her room that day.  Melina's 
corpse remained where it was until the next day, when 
Arline called nine-one-one.  The coroner came in and 
took her away.  There was an autopsy and an inquest.  
Though they found numerous signs of physical abuse, 
including the scars from the time Arline had used the 
whip on Melina, and several bones, which had been 
broken and later healed.  It was determined, that her 
death was indeed a suicide.  This was based mostly on 
the suicide note, which was obviously in her 
handwriting and the presence of the drugs in her blood.  
     After two days, they released the body and Arline 
arranged with a local funeral parlor to have a service.  
Arline called all of the clients in her phone directory 
and informed them of the service.  Because none of my 
old clothing fit, Arline took me out wearing some of 
her clothing to get a suit.  It was a little 
humiliating having to wear it because it was too large 
for me and was so obviously women's clothing.  But 
after we left the mall, I had a dark suit, appropriate 
for the service.  
     Arline thought that it might be okay to show 
Melina at the funeral parlor and to bury her in her 
leather glove because it did still fit and was black, 
but I told her that I thought it would be 
inappropriate.  Arline finally agreed and based on the 
measurements the funeral director gave her, Arline 
bought an appropriate outfit for Melina at the mall as 
well.  
     The service was held on a Saturday.  Arline told 
me to keep it together but I cried throughout the 
entire service.  During the service they played Bach's 
Prelude No. 1 in C major, BWV 846, from Bach's Well-
tempered Clavier.  I thought it was particularly 
beautiful and asked Arline to have it played at my 
funeral as well.  They also recited The Twenty Third 
Psalm, which I asked Arline to have recited at my 
funeral too.  Arline wasn't listening to me or she 
might have gotten it.  
     (The author would like to suggest that the reader 
please play the above musical composition at this time.  
Any number of arrangements of that composition can be 
found on the internet; do a Google search on "BWV 846".  
It is well worth the time it takes to research and play 
it.  The author has found it to be particularly 
beautiful and has requested that it be played at his 
own funeral too.)  
     I tried to say a eulogy but I was crying too much.  
Arline took me aside and gave me one of her "or else" 
looks.  I said the only coherent words that I said that 
day.  It was "Go ahead and beat me.  You can't hurt me 
any more than I already hurt now."  Arline backed down 
and sat in a front row pew.  
     Quite a few of Melina's clients and friends were 
at the funeral.  Velma and Spence were there, so was 
Wilma.  Passionata was there with her children, Ardor 
and Desira.  The cop was there too.  I recognized many 
of the faces and acknowledged them with a nod when our 
eyes met.  I was crying too much to smile or talk to 
them.  
     After the service was over, we rode in a limousine 
to the church where they buried Melina.  The sun was 
shining brightly as they buried her.  Melina loved the 
sunshine.  Quite a few people had sent flowers to the 
site.  Melina loved flowers.  She picked wildflowers 
from the property almost every day during the summer.  
I knew that she would appreciate that so many people 
had sent them, wherever she was.  I hoped she was happy 
now.  
     I cried a lot that day.  Quite a few people gave 
me their handkerchiefs.  I must have gone through half 
a dozen of them.  Arline kept to herself, in a corner 
of the crowd, away from most everybody.  From time to 
time, I stared over at her.  I wondered what she was 
thinking.  
     When we got home, Arline told me she wanted to 
have sex.  I told her I didn't.  She threatened to beat 
me.  I told her it wouldn't make any difference and 
went to my room.  Arline came into my room and beat me 
soundly.  It didn't make any difference.   
     Arline said she wanted me to fuck her.  I just 
kept crying and told her she could go fuck herself.  
(So to speak.)  I told her I was having a really bad 
day and to please just leave me alone.  Arline 
continued to beat me until her arms got tired.  It was 
no use.  She finally gave up.  
     Arline tied me down and sat on my face.  I just 
kept crying and did my best to keep breathing.  I 
wasn't going to give Arline any satisfaction that day.  
The way I was feeling, I thought I might never give her 
satisfaction again.  
     I didn't.  That night while she was sleeping, I 
stole about twenty sleeping pills from her.  I went 
into Melina's room and found the pen she had used and 
wrote a note to Arline.  This is what it said:

Arline
     I hope this letter leaves you cold and unhappy.  I 
want you to experience some of the devastation and 
misery that has been my life since you came into it.  
After Melina died, I realized that she got the better 
end of the bargain.  I tried my best to please you, but 
it was never enough.  
     Your wanton cruelty and petty jealousy has led to 
this.  I hope that deserting you now will leave you 
alone and friendless.  I guess that there was something 
in your past that made you who you are and I'm sorry.  
But it was never my fault and you refused to understand 
that.  
     They say when you commit suicide you wind up in 
hell.  Maybe so.  All I can say is that I'm sure it's a 
better place than this one.  I am leaving now and 
wherever I wind up, I expect to find Melina.  Wherever 
she is, I want to be there too.  We can be together now 
and I expect that she's been waiting for me.  I am glad 
that I haven't kept her waiting too long.  
     I will not forsake her again.  
     Arline, if by some fluke I'm still alive when you 
read this note please don't disturb me.  Find it in 
your heart to let me go and do not call an ambulance 
until I am completely dead.  I haven't asked for a lot 
from you, so please just do this one thing for me now, 
you owe it to me.  Arline please DNR.  

                     I'll love you always but I just 
                     can't stand to live with you.  
                     pokerface  

     I placed the note conspicuously on my pillow, took 
the pills and went to sleep.  
     Arline came in the next morning at four a. m. to 
wake me.  She wasn't successful.  She found and then 
read my note.  
     The coroner's report said that there was an 
unprecedented amount of post-mortem trauma to my face 
and body.  Arline said she had done that trying to wake 
me up and giving me CPR.  
     After the coroner released the body, Arline made 
arrangements at the same funeral parlor that Melina had 
gone to.  I was somewhat bummed out to find that Arline 
had requested the wrong version of Bach's Prelude to be 
played at the wake, but my soul passed anyway.  
     When Arline got home after the funeral, she found 
that the police were there digging up the body of the 
guy with the gun.  The cop had researched the serial 
number on the gun, and found that it belonged to a 
missing person.  They arrested and later convicted 
Arline for the murder.  She got twenty years to life.  
She's currently in jail being somebody's bitch.  She is 
frequently beaten, and forced to have sex with whoever 
will pay for her, by her larger, stronger and meaner 
"lifer" cellmate.  
     The irony of Arline's plight has not escaped me, 
but my anger at her has passed.  When I consider her 
situation in jail, I feel sorry for her.  I once loved 
her, now, I have nothing but compassion for her, for I 
know how she must be feeling.  
     Arline did not wind up getting pregnant, so even 
though it meant the end of the line for my family, it 
also meant that no child of mine would be born in 
prison, have to enter into the foster care system.  
More importantly, it meant that no child of mine would 
wind up with a stepmother.  
     About a week after Arline went to jail, my father 
returned home.  He hadn't really died.  In fact, he had 
actually been "lost at sea."  His boat had sunk and he 
and most of his crew were found floating in the ocean 
three days later by another fishing boat.  They 
transported him to their hometown of Balfate Honduras.  
My father had to work for months to earn enough money 
to buy his fare back home.  That's why it took him so 
long to return.  
     It was sad, that by the time he got back home, 
there was nobody left to welcome him.  He eventually 
called the police who told him the whole, sad story.  
My father visits Arline in the slammer, whenever he 
can.  He still works as a fisherman and so he's still 
gone for long periods of time, but when he returns 
home, he visits Arline at the penitentiary every 
visitor's day, and they talk.  
     My father also frequently visits my and Melina's 
grave sites.  He usually apologizes to us for leaving 
us to go on that fishing trip.  He feels responsible 
for our deaths.  I feel sorry for him.  I wish I 
could help him get on with his life.  Our lives and 
our deaths were never his fault. 
     By the way, I found Melina and we are now very 
happy together.  So as depressing as this book is, I 
guess my story ends "happily ever after" after all.  
     Oh.  Melina says hi.  

                         The End.  


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