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Author: Norm DaPlume 
Title: War And Piece 
Part: 03/04 
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) 
Keywords: b,g,bg,1st,Fb,M+b,M+g,tg,bd,best,exhib, caution,blackmail,nc,rape,reluc,rim,sad,sm,tort,viol, drug,Fdom,cbt,ds,humil,va,rom,anal,creampie,enem,ht, fat,menstr,oral,piv,scat,tg,toys,bi,feet,lac,goth, tragic,electro,copr,vore,more! 
 

                  Let's Do Lunch. (Part 1)

     A man called and asked if it would be okay to have 
someone cut off his penis and testicles and then serve 
it to him for lunch.  He said he was tired of being a 
man and was thinking of getting a sex change operation 
anyway.  Arline Okayed it and the next day the man came 
over.  
     He was an immense man, muscular, about six feet 
plus tall.  Melina brought the man over to a cutting 
board on the kitchen table where she had laid out a 
thirteen-inch kitchen knife.  The knife was an 
impressive looking blade made by a famous manufacturer 
who only made professional chef knives.  
     Melina was assuming that the man just wanted to 
experience a castration fantasy "So," said Melina 
smiling, "how shall we prepare it?"  
     "I hadn't thought about it," said the man somewhat 
disturbed.  "What do you think?"  
     "I think it would go just great a white sauce, 
with cracked black pepper," said Melina (She would 
know.)  
     "Will it hurt?"  The man asked.  
     Melina answered, "I'm sure that once we cut it 
off, frying it will be painless" 
     "But what about cutting it off, won't that hurt?  
The man asked.  
     "We'll cut just a little off at a time to minimize 
the pain, said Melina wearing a big "dumb blonde" smile 
and blinking.  "Ha ha ha ha."  
     "But won't that hurt so many more times?"  The man 
asked.  
     "I'm only joking."  Melina said.  "Nobody's ever 
had me do this before," Melina replied.  "But you're 
probably right."  She admitted.  
     Melina reached over, opened the man's pants let 
them drop to the floor.  The man's organ was 
unbelievably huge.  It was more than eight inches long 
and an inch and a half thick.  It stood out like a 
polish sausage, on top of a hairy grapefruit.  
     "Well," said Melina, "I can see there's going to 
be leftovers."  She reached over and grabbed the knife.  
The man began trembling.  Next Melina reached over and 
grabbed his giant penis.  "It'll be a shame to waste 
this fine specimen, but if you're really that hungry."  
     She pulled it over to the cutting board, and held 
the knife near the base of his penis, suggesting that 
she was ready to cut it off.  The man ejaculated all 
over the cutting board.  
     "Great," said Melina.  "Makes its own gravy."  She 
said smiling.  The man looked embarrassed.  He pulled 
up his pants replaced his penis and left.  
     "I'll be back tomorrow for this" he said.  
     The following day, the man was back.  His penis 
had formed a tent in his pants.  Melina said "Okay, You 
ready to go through with it?"  
     "Yeah" said the man.  Melina took the man to the 
kitchen and removed the cutting board and the knife.  
Melina sharpened the blade slowly as the man sat at the 
table watching.  His eyes never left the blade.  Melina 
sharpened the blade again and again, holding it in 
front of his eyes.
     Melina had him stand up, she opened his pants 
and they fell to the floor.  His erection seemed even 
larger than it had been the day before.  Melina grabbed 
the man's johnson and placed it on the cutting board.  
The man began shaking again.  Melina expected the man 
to cum, but he didn't.  She grabbed the knife and held 
the blade directly on top of his dick.  This time she 
made a slicing motion with the knife but didn't let it 
actually contact his cock.  It was convincing enough 
though, the man shot his wad, and left.  
     The next day the man was back.  "We really have to 
do it today."  He said sadly.  
     "Of course," said Melina smiling.  
     The man didn't smile back.  "No, this time we have 
to do it for real."  He said.
     The smile on Melina's face melted like a popsicle
in the sun.  "Are you serious?"  She asked, "Why do 
you want to do this terrible thing to such beautiful 
genitals?  Surely you're not dissatisfied with them?"  
     The man started crying and said, "I'm in trouble 
with my boss.  He's a mobster, and I made the mistake 
of getting caught with his girlfriend.  He said he 
couldn't trust me to guard her anymore, and so he gave 
me a choice, do this by tomorrow, or wind up floating 
in the river.  
     Melina was horrified.  Up until now, she'd assumed 
that the episodes were just play acting.  She thought 
that the man wanted to experience a castration fantasy, 
(not an uncommon theme.)  "Can't you leave town."  She 
asked.  
     "He's too well connected.  He'll look for me, and 
he'll find me, anywhere I go.  No place in the world 
will be safe from him.  Trust me, this is my only 
option.  Besides, I don't know anywhere else to go."  
     Melina looked up sadly at the man's enormous face 
filled with tears.  "What about having a doctor do it?" 
she asked.  
     "He said no.  No pain relievers, no drugs and no 
doctors.  He wants me to suffer and to report the 
experience to him when it's done," said the man.
     Thinking of Arline, Melina said "Maybe you'd 
better pay me first."  The man handed her two hundred 
dollars.  Melina was embarrassed to take the money, 
but she didn't want to risk having to tell Arline 
she had forgotten to get paid.  She knew Arline would 
take it out on me and she didn't want to risk that.  
     By now Melina had tears in her eyes, Melina took 
the man's colossal penis deep into her mouth.  This 
wasn't easy.  She could barely fit the monster inside.  
If this was going to be his last blowjob though, she 
was going to give him the best blowjob of his life.  It 
was going to be the best blowjob she knew how to give.  
(She was excellent at it by now).  
     Melina firmed her lips around the shaft of his 
immense penis.  She put her tongue on his head.  She 
began pumping up and down using her neck muscles and 
keeping her jaw firm in order to apply as much vacuum 
as possible to his stupendous dick when she pulled her 
head up.  She fondled his massive balls gently in her 
hands, rubbing them softly and expertly.  As she 
worked, she began to hum "The Valkyrie" loudly so that 
he could hear her and feel the vibrations inside.   
     The man came and Melina sucked him dry and 
swallowed.  She continued to suck on it some more.  
This experience was going to have to last this man for 
the rest of his life, she thought.  It was taking a 
while for the man to reach climax again, but Melina was 
patient.  She worked hard, her tongue and jaw got 
tired.  Eventually the man achieved another orgasm, and 
she swallowed.
     Without letting the man recover, she started 
sucking again.  By this time, she was cramping up 
terribly on the giant dick, but she didn't let that 
stop the process.  She continued working the man 
repeatedly and he began climaxing for a third time.  
When she finally tasted his discharge for the third 
time, she swallowed and then pulled the knife sharply 
across his organs, neatly severing them.  
     The man said "Oohh yeahhh, ohhh yeahhh, ohhhh 
yeahhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh...  O H ,   Y O U   F U C
 K I N G   B I T C H   ! ! !"
     The man began screaming loudly.  He turned white, 
began gasping, and shaking all over.  He was bleeding 
profusely and pissing everywhere.  Melina stood up with 
his dick stuck in her mouth and could only dislodge it 
by pulling on his balls, which were still attached to 
it.  She ran across the kitchen screaming, got a roll 
of paper towels and began trying to staunch the flow of 
blood.  
     The man was still screaming minutes later.  "I'm 
sorry, I'm sorry," she said repeatedly.  Melina hugged 
the man and patted him on the back trying to soothe 
him.  They began to run out of paper towels, so Melina 
told the man to put pressure on the laceration, and ran 
and got a pack of sanitary napkins.  Eventually the 
bleeding slowed, and then it stopped.  Melina asked if 
the man thought he should go to a hospital.  He shook 
his head no.  "But you've lost a lot of blood."  She 
suggested.  
     "That ain't nothing."  The man said.  "It's mostly 
piss anyway."  He said forcing a smile.  
     "What about these?"  She asked pointing to the 
forsaken pieces of meat.  
     "What are you doing for lunch?" he asked 
sarcastically.  
     "As incredible as it sounds; I just had that, 
for breakfast," answered Melina.
     Melina chopped up the meat, and then she heated 
some butter in the frying pan and braised the meat, 
making it nice and brown on the outside.  She added 
some flour and browned that too then added some milk 
producing a white sauce.  To this, she added salt and 
pepper, and some peas and carrots.  (If you'd like, 
I'll give you the recipe.)  She made some toast, and 
then Melina divided most of the entree between two 
plates and served herself and the man.  
     Melina did not eat very much; she did taste the 
product but was no more impressed than she had been 
that other morning.  She decided she had eaten her 
minimum requirement for the month and left most of the 
food for him to eat, which he did, gagging all the 
while.  We could hear him all the way in the parlor.  
     "So," said Melina, "what are you going to tell 
your boss about how it felt?" 
     "It felt like someone yanked really hard on my 
dick while stepping on my balls.  What do you think it 
felt like?"  The man answered angrily.  He started 
crying again.  
     "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that, I'm 
sorry.  I don't have those organs.  I guess that was 
terribly insensitive of me, I'm sorry."  Said Melina.      
     "Well it hurt."  He said.  "It still hurts now, 
but not as bad."  The man replied.
     "I'm sorry," said Melina sincerely.  
     "It's not your fault.  In my next life I'll be 
more careful where I stick my uh... nose."
     The man eventually left taking a "doggy bag" with 
him.  He walked slowly with his legs spread wide apart 
like a cowboy who had been in the saddle too long.  
     "Thank you" he said to Melina earnestly.  
     Melina came into the bedroom and joined us.  She 
was covered with piss and blood; she looked depressed.  
     "You okay?"  Arline asked.  
     "Guess I made out better than he did."  She 
answered.


          End Part 28/56 Continued in part 29/56

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 29/56
Summary: Melina tries to help someone.
Keywords: exhib,anal,oral

                  Let's Do Lunch. (Part 2)

     About a month later, the man called Arline and 
scheduled an appointment.  Arline discussed the 
appointment with Melina first, suggesting that maybe 
it wasn't such a good idea to meet with him, but 
Melina felt guilty and responsible, and she agreed 
to meet with him.  Arline answered the door and 
Melina met the man dressed in her "glove" as I had 
begun calling the skin tight, black, leather 
outfits she and Arline wore.  
     The man smiled at Melina and she led him into her 
bedroom.  We heard the two of them talking cordially 
but could not make out any of what they said.  They met 
for about an hour, after which the man thanked Melina, 
kissed her platonically on the cheek and left.  
     We asked Melina what had transpired and Melina 
told us "He's okay, I guess.  His name is Spence.  He's 
very grateful for the care I provided for him.  He said 
he couldn't imagine anyone having done "the operation" 
in a kinder, gentler or more positive manner."
     Melina explained that he was fully healed, at 
least that part of him that was going to heal, but he 
had been unable to achieve orgasm since the operation.  
She said he wanted her to try to find some way to 
relieve the "hunger" which had seized him since the 
procedure, and that he would be back next week.  
     Melina said that Spence complained that people 
didn't look at him the same way since it happened.  
Even his long time friends seemed "put off" by him.  
Especially women, whom he once had loved and who had 
loved him back, now seemed to be unwilling to even talk 
to him.  Spence complained that it didn't help now that 
his boss's new name for him was "Dickless."  People 
were treating him like a freak.
     He said he understood that his relationships 
wouldn't be the same now that he was "different" but he 
didn't understand why people wouldn't even talk to him 
anymore.  Women seemed to be scared of him now.  Even 
hard-core prostitutes avoided him, finding flimsy 
excuses not to take care of his needs.  He tried taking 
home such pro's several times, not informing them of 
his condition only to hear "I'm not touching that" (In 
more ways than one.) when they saw his situation.    
     Melina then went to our computer and looked on-
line, researching a solution on the internet.  
     Spence returned about a week later.  Arline had 
scheduled an appointment for him.  Melina felt the best 
way to receive him was alone, dressed in her leather 
glove.  When he arrived, Arline sent him to Melina's 
bedroom, and there she sat on her bed, beautiful as 
usual, her delicate, blossoming features poignantly 
showing through the leather.  She was wearing her mask.  
She motioned for him to sit down next to her, and he 
did.  
     Melina got right to the point.  "There isn't a lot 
of information on the internet that will be of help to 
you.  What you've got is called a "nullo" and it's not 
common for people to have this done to them.  It's a 
pretty radical procedure," she said.  "I could only 
find one interview with someone who had such a 
modification, and the prognosis doesn't look good."  
Melina handed the man a few sheets of paper with a 
printout of the interview.  (Readers can find it on the 
internet themselves, just Google "nullo interview.")  
     "Does this mean there's no hope of ever having an 
orgasm again?"  He asked.
     "The man reported that he sometimes has something 
like an orgasm, not nearly as intense, but definitely 
an orgasm.  Don't ask me what that means, but I don't 
think it bodes well for you," Said Melina.  
     Spence looked disconsolate.  Melina hugged the 
huge man and said "I'm going to try anyway.  Let's see 
what I can do.  I feel kind of responsible for your 
situation, you know what I mean?"  
     Spence said "This is all my own doing; you saved 
my life actually, if you hadn't done this, I'd be dead 
today."  
     Melina removed her mask, slowly revealing her 
beautiful face then she began undressing slowly, 
seductively, removing first her top, snap by snap, and 
revealing her milky white shoulders then the small, 
pale lumps of her underdeveloped breasts.  The snaps 
opened, one by one, revealing her silky, slim waist.  
The man watched her every movement, then he reached out 
towards her breasts, she smiled as he stroked her, and 
ran his finger over her small pointy nipples.  . 
     Spence stroked her silky black hair, gently, and 
she beamed a bright smile at him beckoning him to 
continue.  
     Next Melina slowly began removing the two columns 
of snaps on either side of her ultra tight leather 
pants snap by snap.  As they opened, they made an 
inviting sound, "pop, pop, pop."  
     A splash of alabaster flesh began to show at the 
top of her pants, getting larger and larger, until at 
last, her small, gossamer patches of light, silky pubic 
hair began to be revealed, inch-by-inch.  Melina turned 
around.  Next, she released two more snaps and began 
uncovering her perfectly formed ass, first the top of 
her crack, then her hips, slowly the buns appeared and 
finally the lower area of her derriere where her legs 
joined forming an exotic cross shape.  
     She bent over slowly, pulling down her pants, and 
removing the snaps on the leather covering her legs.  
From that angle, her ass took on a kind of inverted 
heart shape.  She pulled the pants down further 
revealing her beautiful, frilly, pink and maroon pussy 
lips, then her thighs and calves.  Then she stepped out 
of the pants, spreading her legs apart and shaking her 
butt slowly, her beautiful labia minora flapping back 
and forth.   
     Spence sat there with his mouth open and just kept 
licking his lips.  
     Melina turned around slowly and faced Spence with 
her legs spread apart.  She was now completely naked.  
A look of awe came over Spence's face as he stared at 
her beautiful, perfect, nude body.  Melina began 
opening the buttons on his shirt and he placed his 
hands on her hips.  
     Melina continued removing Spence's encumberments 
while he began busying himself with her charms.  She 
had Spence stand up to remove his pants.  It was then 
that she noticed the obvious absence of his originally 
conspicuous organ.  Melina was expecting this, but she 
couldn't help staring at the spot where it had once 
flourished so healthily.  
     Spence saw her staring, and stopped fondling her.  
"You see my problem now?"  He said depressed.  He 
looked like he was going to start crying.   
     "It's a big adjustment, to be sure, but I'm not 
done yet," said Melina winking.  She reached down and 
felt the area beneath the pubic hair.  She had done a 
near perfect job, there was nothing left but a hole 
about three eighths of an inch wide, and a stub about a 
quarter of an inch long.
     "Don't worry, it's all healed over, there, you're 
not going to open anything up."  Spence said.  He 
turned away and looked toward his clothes.  
     Melina wasn't ready to give up yet.  "Let's keep 
trying," she said.  She had him lay down face up on the 
bed and she sat on his face.  Spence cordially stuck 
his tongue inside Melina. "Just lie there," she 
whispered.  With that, she began delving into his pubic 
hair with her tongue trying to find a hold.  The hole 
was just too small to allow her tongue inside, but she 
tried rimming the remaining bump and digging into the 
hole with her tongue.  "Anything?" she asked.  
     "Nothing," mumbled Spence.  Melina couldn't quite 
make out what he said, she was sitting over his mouth, 
but she got the gist of it from his tone. 
     Melina got up and removed a vibrating dildo from 
one of her drawers.  She turned it on high speed, put 
some saliva on the end and eased it up his rear.  Based 
on anatomical pictures she'd seen, she was confident 
that the buzzing head of the dildo would be directly on 
his prostate gland.  Next, she reached out and started 
playing gently with his nipples, and went rooting in 
his pubic hair.  "Anything?"  She asked.
     "Something," said Spence, "but definitely not the 
same as an orgasm."
     "Let me keep going."  Melina said. 
     "No," said Spence sadly.  "All you're doing is 
making me hornier.  It's like a thirst that won't 
quench, no matter how much I drink.  I think I'm going 
to commit suicide." 
     Melina cringed when he said this.  "God no.  
Please don't do that," she said.  She got down from the 
bed.  She had given it her best shot and failed.  She 
felt bad for Spence and began crying.  He began crying.  
"I still have one idea," said Melina.  "Call me next 
week.  Promise you won't do anything desperate till 
then."  Spence agreed not do himself in till next the 
week and left.  


          End Part 29/56 Continued in part 30/56

Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 30/56
Summary: Melina does good.  
Keywords: F/M,bd,reluc,Fdom,ds,anal,oral,elec 


           How Do You Keep A Nullo In SuSpence?

     The following week, Spence came back.  Arline let 
him in and led him to Melina's bedroom.  Melina greeted 
him warmly at the door.  Another woman was in the room 
already sitting on the bed.  "Spence, this is Velma," 
said Melina gesturing with her hand, "Velma, this is 
Spence."  Velma and Spence eyed each other suspiciously 
from across the room.  Spence sat down on a chair.  
     "How about if stay here for a little while to make 
sure you both get started off on the right foot, and 
then I'll leave, I think."  Said Melina.
     "Did you explain my situation?" asked Spence.  
     "That's the only reason she agreed to meet with 
you.  She normally finds men threatening," said Melina.
     "Let me see you while Melina's here" said Velma.  
"Take down your pants.  She said indelicately."  
     Spence looked towards Melina, and then pulled down 
his pants with hesitation.  He was obviously sensitive 
about his condition.  Velma unabashedly reached down 
and ran her fingers across the mound of hair.  
     "Nothing threatening there" she said callously.  
"Do you agree to do anything I say?" she asked.  
     "I'll do anything within reason," Spencer 
answered. 
     "Take off the rest of your clothes" demanded 
Velma.  Spence looked at Melina.  Melina nodded to 
Spence and he began removing his clothes.  When he was 
naked, Velma said "Now, lie down on the bed face up."  
Spence looked at Melina.  Melina nodded and Spence did 
what Velma told him to do.  
     Velma began securing Spence's arms and legs.  
Spence continued to look to Melina for reassurance.  
Melina just kept nodding.  It was only after Spence's 
immense body was secured spread eagle to the bed that 
Velma felt safe enough to undress herself.  She put on 
her corset and crotchless leotard.  
     Then she began to remove her equipment from the 
bag.  She took out a tube of goo and rubbed some onto 
Spence's asshole, into, and around the pubic hair where 
Spence's organ had been.  Then she stuck a long rod 
into his butt hole, and a flexible one into the hole 
where his dick had been.  "More people should get this 
operation."  She said cold-heartedly. 
     Then she took a razor and shaved off a section of 
pubic hair from his perineum (between where his balls 
had been and where his asshole was.)  Spence wasn't 
sure about the shaving part and kept looking at Melina 
for reassurance, but Melina just kept nodding and 
Spence accepted it.  Velma stuck a sticky pad where she 
had shaved and two more at points on either side of his 
pelvis, after shaving him at those places.  
     Velma took two clips out of the bag and placed 
them on Spence's nipples.  The clips bit into his skin 
but he handled it well.  She took the electronic panel 
out of the bag and began to connect the wires to the 
places she had prepared for them.  
     At that, Spence began straining against the ropes 
trying to get free and shouting "Wait a minute; I'm not 
going to lie here while you electrocute me"  
     Melina stroked him softly on his face "Don't 
worry," she said.  "We're not going to kill you.  You 
will like this, I promise you."  Spence did not look 
entirely convinced, but Melina had calmed him down, and 
he allowed Velma to place all the electrodes on him.  
     Velma looked at Melina.  "You can leave now, if you 
wish," she said.  Melina looked at Spence.  He did not 
look like he wanted Melina to leave him alone with 
Velma.  
     "Is it okay for me to stay?"  Melina asked.  
     "I guess so, but don't interfere." Said Velma.  
     Velma plugged in the device and began at the low 
setting that Melina and I had found so pleasurable.  
She ran through the buttons.  It was obvious Spence was 
enjoying it too.  He looked at Melina, smiled faintly 
and said "This is better than the dildo, nipple 
treatment."  Velma raised the voltage and exercised the 
buttons again, "This is even better," he said.  
     Velma turned the knob again.  This time, Spence 
wasn't as sure about the result.  "This is not so 
great," he said.  Melina could hear strain in his 
voice.  Melina just kept nodding and Spence looked 
reassured.  (Though not entirely calm.)  Stress was 
evident in his eyes and voice.  
     Velma turned the knob again.  Now when Velma 
pressed the buttons, Spence began spasming slightly.  
"It's....beg...ginn...ing   to... hurrrt" he said.  
Melina looked at Velma.  Velma stared back impassively 
at Melina and turned the knob again.  
     "Sing for me" said Velma.  With that she pressed 
the buttons and Spence responded 
"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhh."  Velma began masturbating 
and set the machine on automatic.  Spence, gripped by 
convulsions began jerking in a wild frenzy.  Velma 
reached orgasm and then climbed onto the bed.  
     She grabbed a metal rod, which was already wired 
to the panel and shoved it up her own ass.  Then she 
sat down on Spence's face.  It became apparent to 
Melina that Velma was now experiencing the same 
contractions that Spence was.  Once she climbed aboard 
Spence's face, the metal rod she had stuffed up her 
back door was causing her to experience the current at 
the same voltages that Spence was.  It was being 
delivered to her asshole by the rod and to her cunt 
through Spence's mouth.  
     Melina wasn't sure whether she should interfere or 
not.  But then Velma began moaning and she decided not 
to interrupt until she was done.  Soon fluid began to 
drip from Spence's mouth.  Eventually, Velma tore 
herself away.  Velma went immediately to the electrical 
panel and lowered the voltage slowly until Spence 
appeared comfortable with the voltage.  Spence stopped 
spasming and began breathing heavily.  
     Soon, Spence was squeaking, and he began saying 
"Ohhhh, yeahhh,  Ohhhh, yeahhh, etc."  Cloudy fluid was 
leaking out of the hole on Spence's groin"  
     Velma said, "We'll just keep him like this till he 
gets bored."  This continued nonstop, for about thirty 
minutes.  Velma finally looked at her watch and said 
"I'm sorry honey, I gotta' be somewhere in half an 
hour."  
     Velma turned the contraption off and Spence said 
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh."  
     "You said that already," replied Melina smiling.  
     Velma put her equipment away and got dressed.  She 
handed Melina a hundred dollar bill.  Melina gave it 
back to Velma and said, "This one's on the house.  
Don't tell Mother."
     Velma took the money back and left.
     Spence got dressed and handed Melina five one 
hundred dollar bills.  Melina handed them back and 
said, "This one's on the house.  Don't tell Mother."  
     Spence crumpled the bills in her hand and closed 
her fingers around them.  "This has been worth far more 
than that.  You've given me back my "joie de vivre'" he 
said.  "How can I arrange to see her again?" he asked.  
     "I think I'm going to introduce you two.  You make 
a good couple," Melina said.  "Don't tell Mother."
     Spence called again the following week.  Arline 
gave the phone to Melina.  Melina took the call in her 
room and when she was sure Arline wasn't listening, 
gave Velma's number to Spence.  The next time any of us 
heard from either of them was about a month later.  We 
got an invitation; they were getting married.   


          End Part 30/56 Continued in part 31/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 31/56
Summary: Melina is damaged.  Our hero grapples with the
substance of his and Melina's life for the first time. 
Keywords: F/b,ds,oral,piv,machine,tragic

          It's Just A Fucking Machine. (Part 1)

     It had been about a month since the incident with 
the guy with the gun.  Arline was healing well, the 
burns on her breast and derriere had pretty much 
healed.  She was walking now, though with difficulty.  
One day, a guy came in and said "I'm an inventor, and 
I've just made my greatest creation.  We're going to 
take it out for its maiden voyage."  The man was a 
flake, he looked like a madman.  Arline sent him back 
where she had laid us out as usual.  
     He asked Melina "Forward or back?"  Melina 
answered "forward" she didn't know what it was, but she 
wanted to see it coming.  The man released Melina from 
the bonds tying her to her bed, and then tied Melina 
stoutly to the hooks face out from the wall, legs 
spread as far apart as he could get them, on tippy 
toes, arms tight, and of course, naked.  
     I couldn't help noticing how beautiful she looked 
in that position.  Her long, shiny, silky black hair 
was all in place.  Beneath it were the recently 
developed lumps of her still small breasts which were 
showing brightly in the sunlight.  Her delicate nipples 
were erect, pointy and brown protruding from her light 
areola.  Her exquisite gossamer pubic hair seemed to be 
glowing.  Beneath that, her outer lips, now sparsely 
covered with light hair, were parted just a little, 
revealing the tips of her lovely pink and maroon labia.  
There she stood proud, chin up, defiant, looking the 
man in the eye.  As I stared at her I realized again, 
how unbelievably beautiful she was.  
     The man left and came back in with a large bag.  
He proceeded to remove a machine from the bag with a 
large motor.  He then connected a large metal wheel to 
the business end of the motor.  Next, he connected a 
rod to the wheel.  Then he screwed a black rubber 
cylinder onto the end of the rod.  
     It was obvious from the look of the machine what 
was going to happen next.  The man proceeded to measure 
the length of the metal rod against Melina's leg, and 
screwed a section of the rod tighter to shrink the rod 
in order to fit her.  He plugged the machine into the 
outlet on the wall. 
     "What do you think?" he asked me.  
     "I think the cylinder may be a little too big for 
Melina."  I said.  
     The man got flustered and a little angry.  "I'm 
the inventor here," he said, "don't worry; women can 
squirt a babies through their holes.  She'll dilate 
till it fits."
     The man heaped a glob of lubricant onto the black 
cylinder, then onto and into Melina's snatch.  "I'm so 
proud of this machine, I want you to watch."  He said.  
With that, he moved the machine under Melina's open 
lips and made a final adjustment to the screw.  At that 
point, the black cylinder was just inside the rim of 
Melina's vagina.  
     The man turned the machine on and it began making 
a low grinding noise.  The man took a seat.  Melina 
began smiling slightly as the machine dove slowly into 
her pussy.  She seemed to be enjoying it at first, but 
as the cylinder slid deeper into her tunnel of love, a 
look of doubt came over her face.  Her eyes and mouth 
opened wide and she let out a kind of questioning moan 
"Uuh?"  
     The machine pulled the cylinder down and Melina's 
face grew calmer.  The wheel came around.  Soon the 
machine was at the top of another cycle.  Melina was 
not enjoying it.  The man looked down at me and could 
see I was concerned.  He tested my ropes to make sure I 
wasn't going to get free.  Then, he reached down and 
grabbed a small box with a knob on it.  
     The man turned the knob.  The grinding noise from 
the machine became higher pitched.  The wheel began 
spinning faster.  On the next up stroke, Melina began 
breathing heavily.  Now each time the machine went up, 
Melina let out an audible "Oooohhhh."  
     "See, she likes it," said the man as he turned the 
knob again.  The machine began a high-pitched whine.  
     A look of fear overtook Melina's face.  She was 
having difficulty breathing.  I began to strain against 
the ropes, but could not get free.  The man turned the 
knob again.  The machine began spinning faster.  Melina 
was now screaming loudly "Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh".  Melina 
made that noise sometimes when we had sex, but it was 
obvious that this time she wasn't having an orgasm.  
     Melina began to strain against the ropes that 
bound her beautiful body.  She twisted her waist 
seductively, like a belly dancer, trying to move away 
from the beast that was inside her, but to no avail.  
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I found her desperate 
motions to be quite erotic.  "Stop!"  I said in 
desperation.  You're hurting her.
     The man ignored me and twisted the knob again.  
This time machine began screaming at top speed.  Melina 
was now shrieking at the top of her lungs.  Tears were 
dripping down her cheeks, and suddenly, blood began 
dripping down the shaft of the rod from the cylinder to 
the wheel.  It was from Melina's vagina.  The man 
shouted, "Bitch, you're menstruating all over the 
machine.  You're going to ruin it.  
     "Please" I cried, "She isn't due yet, she must be 
bleeding.  You've injured her.  God, please stop, 
you're going to kill her."
     With that, the man turned the knob down and the 
machine ground to a halt.  "She's getting it all 
skuzzy, anyway," he said.  The man pulled the machine 
away from Melina and the cylinder came out followed by 
a lot of blood.  Her vagina began a steady dripping.  
The damage had been done.  
     The man untied me.  I ran to Melina and hurriedly 
untied her legs then her arms.  When I released the 
last rope, Melina fell in a heap to the floor.  She was 
lying in a puddle of her own blood, barely moving.  I 
picked Melina up and carried her to her bedroom.  She 
was very weak.  She began shivering, so I covered her 
with a blanket.  The man left without a word.  We never 
saw him again.  
     Melina stopped bleeding shortly after the man 
left.  Thank God.  I went in to tell Arline.  
     "What are you doing out and around?"  She asked 
suspiciously.  I told Arline all about the man and his 
machine and the blood and Melina falling in a heap on 
the floor.  Arline listened.  When I got to the blood 
part, she became upset.  Tears began to flow from her 
eyes.  
     I was surprised.  "I didn't think you'd care."  I 
said.
     "I'm sorry," she said.  "I realize that I've been 
a terrible mother," she said.
     "When the guy with the gun tortured me, I wasn't 
going to tell him anything.  Then he threatened to 
torture you.  That's when I realized that I really do 
love you and Melina.  My heart was frozen for a long 
time, but just then, it thawed.  I would have done 
anything to save you and Melina from the pain I had 
gone through.  I was even willing to give him all the 
money."  
     "Is there any money?"  I asked.  
     "There's some, but not as much as you'd think."
     "Where's all the money."  I asked.
     Arline started crying again.  "I spent it on 
cocaine."  She said.  "There's a few thousand left, and 
I was going to give it to the guy to save you.  
Fortunately, the guy got careless.  Thinking that I was 
helpless, he let his guard down.  That's when I hit him 
with the blackjack.  I've kept it in my bathrobe pocket 
ever since his last visit.  I wrestled his gun away 
from him.  When he tried to get it back, I shot him."  
     I told her that I didn't think she was so 
terrible.  Maybe I wasn't so convincing.  I was lying.  
I was furious at having been mistreated for so long, 
and for having been exploited as a sex object.  Selling 
your children into prostitution isn't the best way to 
show them that you care about them.  
     On the other hand, Melina and I did learn our 
lesson.  Melina probably was never going to give away 
her hymen again, and I was never going to let her give 
it to me again.  I didn't bother to tell her those 
things.  I told her only that I loved her and that I 
was sure Melina felt the same way.  
     The only other thing I told her was that I was 
afraid our biggest attraction was going to be out of 
commission for a while.  Arline smiled at my crude 
joke.  
     Arline got on her feet, grabbed her stethoscope, 
and followed me slowly to the bedroom.  There Melina 
was lying, asleep.  Arline removed Melina's blanket to 
check that she was not bleeding anymore, and satisfied 
that there was no more blood; Arline took her 
stethoscope and checked Melina's heartbeat and 
breathing.  When she was satisfied, she quietly said 
"We should let her sleep for now.  We'll check in on 
her later to make sure she's still stable."  
     Melina slept all that day and night.  When Melina 
did get up the next day it was still dark out.  She 
called to me and said, "I don't think I can stand up by 
myself.  Help me to the bathroom please."  I came into 
the bedroom and helped her out to the bathroom.  She 
sat down on the toilet and said, "Don't leave me."  
     I was stunned for a second.  She never let me be 
with her in the toilet unless I was being the toilet.  
I realized she doubtless was just being cautious, and 
that she knew she would most likely need my help to get 
her back in bed.  
     "Okay," she whispered finally, "let's get me back 
to bed."  
     When I helped her up, the toilet was filled with 
red liquid.  I pointed to it and Melina said "I'm okay; 
I'm just a little tired.  That blood's probably just 
there from yesterday."  
     I flushed the toilet and sat her back down.  
Melina protested but I didn't want to take any chances.  
I wanted to make sure she wasn't still bleeding.  We 
waited a few minutes until I were sure that there was 
no more blood coming out.  Afterward, I felt a little 
more secure that Melina was okay.  
     I returned Melina to her room.  Arline came in 
wielding her stethoscope.  She felt Melina's head and 
said "No fever.  That's good."  Then she listened to 
her heart and lungs and said "Sounds steady.  That's 
good.  Let's get her back to sleep, and we'll check on 
her more closely later, after the sun rises."  
     I went to bed but I couldn't sleep.  All I could 
see when I closed my eyes was Melina bleeding on the 
wall, Melina slumping over onto the bloody floor, 
Melina bleeding in bed, and Arline renting our bodies 
to depraved sex deviates, and spending all the money on 
drugs.  
     How could she?  I thought.  We'd sweat and toiled 
to scratch out that money and now it was gone.  All 
that pain we'd put up with, all that scum we'd 
swallowed or taken internally, smiling at the johns as 
if we'd enjoyed it.  Debasing ourselves, demeaning 
ourselves, living with humiliation, disgrace and 
dishonor, being laughed at, dumped on, prodded, 
pinched, poked, picked on, reduced, corrupted and now 
damaged.  
     I started crying as the reality of the full weight 
of our situation began to reveal itself to me.  For the 
first time ever, I stopped to question Arline's 
treatment of us and suddenly the nuts and bolts of our 
existence came crashing down on me like fallout.   
     What I finally came to realize that morning, was 
that Arline wasn't anything so noble as a sadist, or 
even a nymphomaniac.  She was just a drug addict with a 
nasty temper.  Melina and I were simply pawns in a 
losing game of chess.  
     And Melina, Christ Melina.  If she didn't get 
better I knew that I was going to go crazy.  Maybe sex 
had been a bit strained between the two of us lately, 
but I loved her and nothing was going to change that.  
I closed my eyes trying to get some sleep, but for a 
while, all I could think about was Melina dying and 
being buried in the back yard, in a hole next to the 
guy with the gun.  
     Morning came and when the sun rose, I did not feel 
bright and cheerful.  I'd been up all night, 
contemplating my and Melina's lives.  I was not 
enthusiastic about the prospects.  
     I decided that if Melina lived, I was going to run 
away with her.  Somewhere, far away. Somewhere, where 
there were no Arlines.  Somewhere we could live normal 
lives without pain, humiliation and strife.  Somewhere, 
where they didn't know us as the fresh meat you can 
fuck for two hundred bucks.  I decided to look on the 
internet to see if there was a place we could do that.  
     I was not happy with the result of my search.  
There were no serious jobs where one could be hired 
without a college degree.  Few places in the world 
would hire people as young as we were in the first 
place.  Those that would hire us, paid a wage so low, 
it would take us months just to save up enough for a 
blowjob.  Besides that, in most countries when children 
our age were found running around free, criminals would 
kidnap them and sell them as sex slaves.  The outcome 
did not look promising.  
     Arline woke shortly after I did.  She called me 
from Melina's room.  Arline was wearing a flashlight on 
her head like the ones workers use in mines.  "Hold her 
up; I need to examine her inside."  Arline had me get 
to the head of the bed and push on Melina's back.  
Melina was in great pain.  The simple act of pushing 
her up like that caused her to moan.  
     Arline stuck two fingers into Melina's vagina.  
Melina moaned in pain again.  Arline pushed two fingers 
from her other hand inside.  Melina moaned again.  
Arline then pulled her hands apart, opening up a gap in 
Melina's entryway.  "Say Ahhh" said Arline facetiously.  
Melina said "Ohhhh, oh owwwww" as Arline began 
inspecting inside of her with the flashlight.  
     "I meant downstairs." said Arline sternly. 
     "I know," said Melina, "But it hurts a real lot."  
     "Melina, don't be a baby" Said Arline, continuing 
her poking.  Arline turned her head sideways trying to 
get a better look inside.  It was not what Arline was 
hoping to see.  
     "I see," Arline said calmly.  "you have a tear in 
your vagina, Melina.  I'm going to have to place you on 
the injured list.  You're going to be out of commission 
for a while."  Being a seasoned nurse, Arline had a 
well practiced bedside manner.  
     With that, Arline pulled her fingers out and 
started walking away.  "Is she going to be okay?"  I 
asked.  
     "Oh, she'll be fine," said Arline, "nothing you 
don't see during childbirth.  We'll give her some 
aspirin and she'll be fine.  Trust me I'm a nurse."  
And she left.     
     After she left, I asked Melina how she felt.  She 
said "Thanks for asking.  Arline never asked me that.  
I don't feel right.  I have bad a headache and I feel 
weak and dizzy.  Also I can't stand up on my own, my 
vagina burns and there is an ache deep inside.  
There's some kind of foul discharge coming out 
and I'm still bleeding a little.  Other than that, 
I feel great."  She was crying by the time she got 
out the last of the statement.  
     Then, I was crying, "Somehow, I'm going to make it 
up to you."  I said.  
     "It's not your fault or your place to take on this 
burden," Melina said through her tears.  "You're just a 
kid."  She said that last part like there was something 
wrong with my being young.  
     "I'm sorry."  I said defensively.  
     "You don't even have the right to be sorry." She 
said loudly.  "What I need now is for you to come here, 
lie down next to me and hold me."  She said.  
     I was afraid it might be my last chance ever to do 
that again, so I lay gently down and hugged her 
tenderly.  She fell fast asleep.  I cried myself to 
sleep.  I was burned out from having been up all night 
worrying.
     We woke to Arline's voice "I thought I ordered you 
two not to touch each other.  I can see you can't be 
trusted.  I'm going to have to start tying you up 
again" she yelled.  "Get up you lazy bastard and do 
something."  She said to me.  And then to Melina she 
said.  "And you, you slut, you need to get better and 
start pulling your weight around here."  
     Melina looked up at Arline and said "I'm sorry 
mother.  I know how I must seem like dead wood to you 
now, how about if I just give blowjobs until I get back 
on my feet?"
     "I'll do whatever you want me to do," I said.  
"Why don't you call some of your queer friends and rent 
me out for another party.  Maybe if you string me up to 
the sawhorse, I'll be able to give blowjobs at one end 
while being buggered at the other."  In fact, if you 
get another sawhorse, we can set Melina up too.  We'll 
make up for the shortfall.  Don't worry; you'll be able 
to buy some more cocaine with the money soon.  I only 
want to make you happy."  I said.  
     Arline grabbed my arm and pulled me violently over 
to the sawhorse.  She began strapping me down.  I 
didn't go as willingly as I had in the past; I fought 
her tooth and nail, every inch of the way.  But she was 
bigger than I was, stronger than I was and meaner than 
I was, and she prevailed.  In the end there I was, 
completely naked, strapped inexorably to the sawhorse 
with its nasty teeth digging into my chest, stomach and 
crotch, in the prone position.  Arline walked out of 
the room.  When she came back in, she was wearing her 
leather glove for the first time since the guy with the 
gun incident and was carrying his bag.  
     Arline dug around the bag looking for something.  
She found it and proceeded to remove the blowtorch and 
the rod that the man had used.  She silently lit the 
torch and began heating up the rod.  
     "Let's see how you like it."  She said.  
     I was beginning to regret the sharp words I had 
used earlier.  "Okay Arline, I'm sorry."  I said, "I 
didn't know what I was saying." 
     Arline didn't respond.  
     "I was just joking," I said.  "A little levity.  
You know some lightheartedness.  Can't you take a 
joke?"  Arline continued heating the rod.  It was now 
beginning to glow.  
     "Besides if you do this, I'll be on the injured 
list with Melina and we'll have no source of income."  
I began straining.  The sawhorse was swaying but didn't 
even come close to releasing me.  
     Arline paused for a moment, then she said, "I'll 
pimp you out anyway.  It'll serve you right."  The rod 
was now glowing brightly.  "I'd be a shame to waste all 
this fuel, global warming and all."  Arline took the 
rod and held it really close to my ass.  I could feel 
the heat that it was giving off; my cheek was beginning 
to sting.  
     "All right," said Arline slowly.  "The customers 
might complain if they see grill marks on your ass.  
Also it's likely that afterward you will be somewhat 
crusty inside, and that might be a turn off for them.  
Besides as you said, we're already down one man and I 
don't want to risk a labor shortage."   
     She put the poker down and turned off the torch.  
"Don't forget this.  Your ass is mine."  (In more ways 
than one.)  She said.  "You owe me, and there may come 
a time when I will claim your ass."  
     I stopped straining.  Then Arline said, "I want to 
be pleasured now.  But first, I need foreplay."  With 
that, she took out the guy's switch and beat me.  She 
caned me harder than I can remember her doing for a 
long time, maybe the hardest ever.  The switch came 
down repeatedly, often landing in the crack directly 
onto my asshole.  The caning and the teeth on the 
crossbeam, which were centered between my balls and 
under my dick, made for a very painful experience.  
     When she finally let me loose, I had a boner the 
size of the Washington Monument and twice as hard.  She 
led me to her bedroom and lay down in bed.  "You're 
going to give me face."  She said.  "This had better be 
the best I've ever had, or I'm going to use that poker 
after all."  
     I got on my knees below her legs and began 
licking.  As usual, I started by trying to straighten 
her hairs, and cleansing her outer lips.  This I did 
thoroughly, working my way inward to her inner lips.  
These I also cleansed fully but more gently, being 
careful not to over stimulate her.  
     Next my tongue went about halfway into her quim, 
clearing off the fluids there left over from the 
previous day.  After a while, I went deeper inside of 
her vagina attempting to reach her g-spot, and running 
my tongue along the front to her clitoris.  She began 
to producing the delicious juices that I had come to 
associate with her taking pleasure in my work.  I 
continued that way and she began breathing in time to 
my licking, whereupon, I forged ahead, following the 
cue of her breathing.  
     As she began breathing faster and faster I stuck 
my fingers inside to open up her vagina and to provide 
additional stimulation.  Arline loved it when I did 
that.  Soon she began squeaking and I was working at 
top speed.  My nose was pressed firmly into her pubic 
hair and my chin was between her legs.  Arline grabbed 
a handful of my hair in each hand and pulled me down 
harder.  She was rocking back and forth and my tongue 
went deep each time she rocked down, and rolled up to 
her clitoris, each time she went up.  She began ohh, 
ohh, ohhing, then Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhing.  
This went on for about fifteen minutes during which 
time I feasted on her gravy.  
     Then she paused.  I began to worry she might not 
be happy in which case she might call her marker 
regarding the hot poker.  But she just wanted a 
breather and she said "Now, let's do some regular 
fucking."  
     Now I was worried, she almost never asked for 
straight sex.  I thought it might be a trap.  She 
usually didn't like running the risk that some sperm 
might touch her or, gasp, sneak inside.  Arline was not 
one to take chances, at least not with her own cunt.  
     "You on top?"  I asked.
     "No, you."  She said.  
     Now I was really worried.  She never allowed me on 
top.  To do that would mean for me to be in control.  
That was not her style.  I knew better than to question 
her though, so I climbed aboard.  My ass was still 
stinging from the caning and I had a fine erection.  I 
now placed it at the vaginal opening.  "Are you sure 
about this?"  I asked.  
     "Do I seem feeble minded to you?" she yelled 
indignantly.
     I lowered my hips.  She was plenty moist and my 
penis slipped easily inside.  "Mmmmm" she said.  I 
began slowly.  "Faster" she said.  I went a little 
faster.  "Faster" she said.  I went faster.  "Faster" 
she said tersely.  I went faster.  She began breathing 
heavily I continued pumping "Faster" she said 
breathlessly.  I began going at top speed.  She began 
squeaking loudly.  Then she began saying "Ohh, ohh, 
ohh, ohh" and then "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" at 
the top of her lungs.  I was moving my hips at top 
speed she was moving hers at top speed we were dancing 
perfectly, synchronously.  My dick was going deep 
inside her at warp speed, going where no man had gone 
before (Well...  I'm sure one man must have gone there at 
least once, about twelve years ago.)  She began 
screaming, "Yes, yes, yes." 
     After a short while, I began breathing heavily, my 
asshole and penis were tingling I was about to 
ejaculate.  I didn't know what to do.  Should I stop 
now and risk getting the red-hot poker shoved up my ass 
for stopping too soon?  Or wait until I climaxed and 
risk getting the red-hot poker shoved up my ass for 
injecting sperm inside her?  I decided push came to 
shove, (Literally) that as long as the outcome was 
going to be the same.  I might as well have the orgasm 
I chose door number two.  Who knows, I figured, it 
might just be my last orgasm ever.  Just then, 
Arline pushed me off her.  I fell out of bed 
frustrated, but unharmed.  
     Arline got up and fluid began leaking down her 
leg.  I got up and told her I would clean it up.  If 
that was going to be my payment for all that work, then 
so be it.  Arline reached over grabbed my penis and 
inspected it.  It was still standing at attention.  
Satisfied that the leakage was not from my having 
inseminated her, Arline said "No We'll just let it drip 
onto the floor."  Arline was denying me that, just to 
be mean.  I was a little discouraged; I had been 
waiting to savor that fluid.  

          End Part 31/56 Continued in part 32/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 32/56
Summary: Our hero is sadistically tortured.  
Keywords: ws,b,g,Fdom,bd,sad,tort,viol,ds


          It's Just A Fucking Machine. (Part 2)

     Arline led me into Melina's room and we checked 
her out.  She was pretty much the same as she had been 
the day before, though the bleeding had stopped 
entirely and the burning had gotten better.  She was 
still aching internally, and her symptoms now included 
fever and incontinence.  The bed was all wet with 
urine.  
     Arline seemed more concerned about Melina's sheets 
being wet than about her fever.  She gave Melina 
aspirin for the fever, the pain and the headache.  She 
gave Melina a towel for the incontinence.  "Take her to 
the bathroom," she told me.  I helped her out of bed.  
Melina limped to the bathroom leaking urine down her 
leg the whole way.  By the time we got there, she had 
nothing left. 
     I helped Melina back to her bed.  Arline said she 
wasn't going to get clean sheets all dirty just because 
Melina couldn't hold it in.  She said Melina would just 
have to make do. (Melina wasn't making doo, she was 
peeing.) I told Arline that I would sleep in the wet 
bed and that Melina could sleep in mine.  
     "Put a tarpaulin down first so she doesn't ruin 
that bed too."  Said Arline.  I helped Melina to my 
bedroom; she limped across the hallway leaking the 
whole way.  Arline decided not to get the towel dirty 
so Melina had to sleep naked on top of the raw plastic 
of the tarpaulin.
     "And clean that mess up."  Arline said to me, 
pointing to the floor.  I did.
     Later, Arline removed the wrist restraint from a 
drawer and tied me securely.  Next, she tied me to the 
bed in a prone position and propped my groin up with 
some pillows.  Suddenly I began to worry that she was 
going to get the poker out and do me, but she said, "I 
was well pleased by you today.  How about we save the 
hot poker treatment for another day, shall we?"
     With that, Arline pulled out the switch and began 
another round of caning.  "Why am I being beaten now?  
I didn't do anything wrong."  I said to Arline.  
     Arline answered "I'm beating you for just cause."
     "Just cause?"  I asked.
     "Yeah, just cause Melina's too sick to be beaten," 
was her answer.
     On some prior occasions, when Arline beat me and 
left me face down I was able to move my hips and 
masturbate.  It wasn't easy and it was a little rough, 
but it worked.  This time, following the beating, 
however, Arline untied me and then retied me face up so 
that I couldn't self stimulate.  It proved effective.  
I was all worked up with no place to go.    
     Arline then took out her cell phone and accessed 
the directory.  Her routine was to call her clients up 
in front of us so that we would know we were going to 
be used again.  She derived joy out of our having prior 
knowledge of our engagements.  If it involved pain, she 
would tell us as much as she knew about it, to make us 
"sweat it out."  
     She began calling all of her gay clientele trying 
to book me up.  She was having a tough time.  Many 
weren't home when she called, some were broke, and a 
lot weren't impressed, or expressed discouragement that 
Melina wasn't also available.
     Eventually she lined up three appointments.  Two 
who were going to bugger me and one who was planning 
something so heinous he "wouldn't talk about it over 
the phone."  
     Arline complained to me that the johns only 
offered twenty-five dollars apiece for my ass.  Then 
she gloated about the third man, "I bet you're going to 
be sorry by the time he leaves.  He boasted that he 
wouldn't tell me what he was going to do to you, 
because it was so terrible."  
     Arline then tied me up to the sawhorse with my 
butt prominently displayed, and my penis and balls 
impaled on the saw-tooth crossbeam.  It was painful 
just waiting for them to arrive.  When they did arrive, 
both of the gay men decided to take Arline up on the 
idea of doing me at the same time, one in front and one 
in back.  Actually, it was my idea but Arline took the 
credit for it.  
     The first guy lubed my ass and stuck his thicker 
than average penis inside me without allowing me any 
time to dilate and then lay down on top of me making it 
extremely painful and hard to breathe.  The second 
stuck his longer than average penis hastily down my 
throat; besides choking me, it also tasted bad.  
     I did my best to accommodate both gentlemen.  Once 
I got used to the size of the man in back, I began to 
tighten my sphincter muscles and squeeze my ass cheeks 
together to give him a good firm grip.  For the guy in 
front, I closed my lips tightly around his penis and 
rubbed the back of my tongue on his head to give him a 
sensual ride.  
     Coordinating the two actions took a while to get 
straight, like the old trick of patting your head and 
rubbing your tummy at the same time, but eventually 
after I got it down; I was able to perform the two 
activities for as long as I needed to.  The men took 
about ten minutes at which point they came almost 
simultaneously squirting ejaculate into both of my 
holes at once.  Yecch.  I didn't say that, I just 
swallowed hard and sucked the man in my mouth dry.  "I 
want to be cleaned off too" said the other guy.  So I 
had him stick his member in my mouth and gave him a 
quick rinse cycle.  Full service.  
     The men  left and Arline came in.  "Well," she 
said.  "The men  left you a tip.  I promised I'd give 
it to you" She held up a nickel.  "This is yours.  
Swallow it," she said menacingly.  
     She forced my mouth open and put the nickel in.  
Then she held my nose closed and put her other hand 
over my mouth.  "It better be swallowed when I let you 
go.  I'm not going to allow you to breathe until it's 
gone."  I did my best to swallow it.  After about five 
trials I finally did.  I was nearly unconscious by that 
time.  
     "By the way, the third client isn't going to be 
here for hours.  I'm going to leave you strung up until 
he gets here.  I can't wait until he gets here so I can 
see what he does to you.  If it really hurts, maybe 
I'll start doing it too.  I can always use some new 
ideas on punishment for you and Melina."
     The serrated crossbeam of the sawhorse had been 
digging into me for about three hours following the 
departure of the gay clients.  By the time the third 
patron arrived, I was almost glad to see him, but then 
I became filled with anxiety.  He had the same type of 
bag the guy with the gun carried.  The kind Arline was 
using.  
     As promised, Arline came in with him, sat down and 
just watched.  
     The man removed a steel tool from the bag.  He 
forced my mouth open and stuck it in.  It fit my teeth 
like a pair of braces.  He began turning two 
thumbscrews on the outside and they began forcing my 
jaw apart.  
     I tried ejecting the device with my tongue, but 
was unable to.  He continued screwing (The thumb-
screws that is) and my mouth began to open up 
uncomfortably.  Soon it became painful.  I wondered 
if that was going to be the torture, because it 
hurt a lot, but the guy stopped before my jaw broke.  
Then the man took out a small mirror mounted on the 
end of a stick and what looked like a dentist's pick.  
     I wondered was this actually a dentist's 
appointment, another one of Arline's sick jokes?  
     The man placed the mirror inside my mouth and 
began looking at my teeth.  "Aha" he said, "you have a 
cavity, you should really take better care of your 
teeth."  With that, he took the pick and inserted it 
into my mouth.  "Is it safe?  Is it safe?" He asked.  
     "You're talking to me?  I asked.  
     "Is it safe?"  He asked again.  
     "Is what safe?"  I tried to ask with the device in 
my mouth.  
     "Is it safe?"  He asked again.  
     "I don't know what you mean.  I can't tell you 
something's safe or not, unless I know specifically 
what you're talking about."  I said.
     "Is it safe?"  The man asked again.
     "Tell me what the "it" refers to."  I said 
panicked.
     "Wrong answer." he said.  With that, he stuck the 
pick into one of my teeth causing great pain.  I cried 
out.  The man laughed and then asked again.  "Is it 
safe?"  I tried to tell him that I had no idea what he 
was talking about but with the device holding my jaw 
open I was unintelligible.  The man stuck the pick into 
my tooth again.  I screamed again.  I looked over at 
Arline, she was smiling.  
     Normally, when Arline punished me she inflicted my 
retribution at the site of one of my erogenous zones 
(those areas associated with sexual arousal).  As a 
result, it was easy to transmute the pain into an 
aphrodisiac like experience.  That's why even though it 
might hurt terribly at first; I found it stimulating 
after it was over.  
     But the pain this man was causing me was not being 
delivered at an appropriate site, and was therefore 
empty, unenjoyable anguish.  It did not provide the 
titillation that Arline's pain did.  
     "Is it safe?"  The man asked again.  
     "It's safe," I said through the metal device in my 
mouth.  
     "Are you sure?" he asked.  
     "Yes" I said.  
     The man laughed and said" I don't believe you."  
With that, he plunged the pick onto my tooth again.  
     I screamed again.
     I looked over at Arline.  Arline was not really 
smiling any more.  I took that to mean that she was not 
pleased by the game he was playing.  Arline took 
pleasure in abusing my erogenous zones too.  That's one 
of the reasons beating me turned her on so much.  
     "Show me." said Arline.  
     The man pointed to one of my teeth with the pick.  
"Over there, see?"  He handed the pick to Arline.  
Arline took a shot at it.  It was a home run!  I 
screamed again.  Arline began looking a little 
nauseous.  Abuse was one thing, but this guy was just 
causing me to suffer.  Arline was not getting any 
satisfaction out of it.  She couldn't even figure out 
how or why the man was enjoying it   
     Arline said to the man "Make sure you don't break 
any of his teeth."  Then she whispered something into 
my ear.  She walked out and closed the door.  The man 
continued picking at my teeth, torturing me, for 
another half an hour while I screamed and screamed.  
Though he asked me repeatedly, I would not give him the 
satisfaction of telling him what Arline had whispered 
to me.  
     It turns out, Arline had said she was sorry.  
Who'd a thunk it?  


          End Part 32/56 Continued in part 33/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 33/56
Summary: Melina isn't ready for work, gets worse. 
Keywords: Fb,Mb,Mg,bd,rim,sad,sm,cbt,anal,fat,
oral,piv,toys,pins

          It's Just A Fucking Machine. (Part 3)

     After the man left, Arline released me from the A-
frame.  I had ripples from the saw teeth, all the way 
down my chest and across my penis.  She led me into my 
bedroom where Melina was resting and let me lie next to 
her.  Then she left us in the room without putting on 
the usual restraints and closed the door.  I hugged 
Melina but did not try to get in her pants.  (Not that 
she was wearing any.)
     Several days passed.  Arline had tried her 
damnedest to pimp me out, but interest in me was 
sporadic at best.  One thing she did make clear during 
those few days however, was that my ass was still 
hers.  
     Melina was feeling much better.  Her fever had 
gone away the incontinence had stopped and her headache 
was better.  She was even able to get around a little 
by herself, though with difficulty due to the burning 
and aching she was still feeling internally.  
     Arline came into my room; the one Melina was 
staying in, and told me to exchange mattresses with the 
wet one from Melina's room.  I did and Arline put on my 
wrist restraints.  She tied me up, to one of the beds 
in the parlor, in the prone position with my legs 
spread.  Arline tied Melina face up, spread eagle to 
the other bed.  
     "Time to earn your keep."  She said.  "We're open 
for business as usual," Arline said brightly.  Suddenly 
Arline stared down at Melina.  "Aren't those cute 
little tits you got."  She declared.  "I wouldn't be in 
any hurry to grow those if I were you; those buds have 
been your best asset.  Can't sell you off as a child if 
they get too big you know."  
     Then she turned to me "And you, my little bugger 
bait, you'd better stop growing hairs on your balls or 
we're going to have to remove them.  The hairs, not the 
balls.  Well ...  maybe both."  Arline giggled.  She 
could say the nicest things.  
     I asked Arline if she didn't think Melina might 
need a few more days to recover.  She didn't answer me.  
Instead, she went to the closet and took out the 
switch.  Then she caned me solidly up and down my ass 
until it was uniformly red all over.  

 
                 On Pins And Needles.  
     Arline pulled out her cell phone and began 
calling.  This time a large number of interested 
parties received her calls.  Once they heard that 
Melina was back, everyone responded positively and 
Arline quickly had a list of appointments.  She was 
still calling when the first of the johns arrived.  
     The man walked in carrying a small black doctor's 
bag.  I recognized him as one of the needle play 
people.  He always requested me.  I wasn't fond of 
needle play, but I figured better me than Melina.
     He started right away.  Without even so much as a 
hello, he began sticking numerous long pins into my ass 
cheeks, which Arline had displayed conveniently for 
him.  For variety, he stuck some of them in slowly, and 
others he drove in quickly and violently.  I wasn't 
sure which I disliked more.  
     After a while, he took some duct tape and taped my 
ass cheeks apart to get access to my asshole.  Then he 
began meticulously sticking pins into and around my 
sphincter.  He had brought many pins with him, it 
seemed.  When he was satisfied, he began spanking my 
ass cheeks severely, with the pins still in them.  That 
wasn't so painful, but it scared the pants off me (So 
to speak.)  Just the thought of how the pins would be 
going deeper inside of me as my ass cheeks became 
compressed fills me with apprehension even today.  Then 
he took a massive vibrating dildo and began forcefully 
plunging it into my fully adorned back door.  
     When he got tired of that, he untied my legs and 
turned me over onto my back (With the pins still in 
place, and the dildo up my ass.)  He then began 
sticking pins into my nipples, and breasts.  The 
nipples he pierced through and through and the ones in 
my breasts he placed in horizontally so as to run them 
across the most sensitive nerves which lie close to the 
skin.  
     Next he began piercing my penis with the pins.  
These really hurt.  They hurt on the outside going in, 
on the inside going through, and then on the outside 
coming out again.  He also began sticking pins into the 
hole in my dick diagonally so that they stuck out the 
side, and my dick began to look a little like a 
triceratops.  
     After a while, my penis, which had become erect 
when he did my backside, became limp and shrank, but 
that didn't bother him.  
     I wasn't sure how many he had placed in me.  Then 
he said "You're lucky.  I'd be placing them in your 
balls now, but Arline won't let me."  
     "Yeah.  Lucky!"  I figured.  "That's what it is."
     Eventually, Arline came in and told him his time 
was up.  "Okay," he said "but don't expect me to remove 
the pins now that you're kicking me out."  He left.  I 
smiled because I knew he'd left his dildo.  (Good 
dildos are expensive you know.  Finder's keeper's and 
all that.)  
     Meanwhile, a duo of guests had arrived for Melina.  
One fucked her while she sucked the other one off.  The 
blowjob came off without a hitch, but Melina was having 
a hard time with the lay.  The man was not enjoying 
himself, as he should have been.  The man kept jumping 
up and down on stuffing his dick into her bread box, 
but Melina's heart was not in it.  (In more ways than 
one.)
     "How you doing" I asked.  
     "Not so good" said Melina.  "It hurts a real lot.  
I don't think I'm ready to start back to work."  
     Arline heard that.  "Don't worry," she said.  
"It's probably just a little inflammation.  I'm sure 
the swelling will go down soon and you'll be back to 
your cheerful self in no time."   
     Eventually the man climaxed and Melina moved on to 
handle some more of the clients (So to speak.)  The 
next two came off without a headache (So to speak.)  
     Meanwhile Arline convinced one guy that what he 
really wanted, was to sodomize me with all of the pins 
stuck in me.  She tied me spread eagle face down, 
removed the dildo, and the man began pumping merrily 
away.  
     As he did, the pins, which were still all over me, 
began digging their way deeper into my skin.  The nerve 
endings are all at the top of the skin so driving the 
pins deeper didn't really make that big a difference.  
     What did hurt were the pins in my dick, which has 
nerve endings throughout.  Also the pins in my dick, 
which he had put in diagonally, were sticking out, and 
were now digging into my balls.  The pins in my 
breasts, which he had placed in horizontally, which were 
running just under the skin, where the sensitive nerve 
endings were, also hurt a lot.  
     Suddenly the guy riding me screamed and pulled 
hard.  "Help, I'm stuck," the guy screamed.  
Apparently, one of the pins in my back door was 
sticking out and had caught him like a fishhook.  I 
laughed inwardly at the irony of the situation.  The 
man on the other hand didn't find it so funny.  The pin 
had impaled the guy and he couldn't get his dick out 
without putting up with some pain.  He just kept 
screaming.  
     "Welcome to my world," I thought to myself.    
     Everyone stopped what he or she was doing and 
looked at us.  Arline came over and reached under the 
man, trying to remove the pin.  There were just too 
many pins in my ass.  With the man on top of me, Arline 
couldn't get a good look underneath to find out which 
one it was.  
     The guy was starting to hyperventilate.  Arline 
paused for a moment.  Then she said "Don't worry, I'm a 
nurse, I can handle this."  Arline stuck her hand 
gently between us.  Then she gently grabbed the shaft 
of the guy's penis.  Suddenly she pulled firmly on it 
and the man fell off the bed holding his cock and 
screaming at the top of his lungs.  He was in pain but 
he was at least free of the impediment.  It actually 
didn't bother me that much.  (I found it funny.)
     The guy's penis was bleeding at a fairly steady 
rate.  Arline told Melina to put his penis in her mouth 
until the bleeding stopped and she went into the other 
room.  Melina attended the wound with her usual prowess 
and the guy climaxed before Arline got back.  Melina 
swallowed the produce.  By the time Arline came back, 
the man had stopped bleeding.  Arline took some cotton 
and alcohol.  The guy freaked at the sight of the 
alcohol so Arline simply wiped his penis dry with a 
cotton ball.  Then she put some antibiotic ointment on 
it and covered the injury with a band-aid.  Secretly, I 
wished Arline had used alcohol instead of antibiotic.  
I figured it was lucky for the man that Arline was a 
nurse; otherwise we might not have known what to do.  
(Yeah right.)  
     "There'll be no charge for our services."  Arline 
said kindly to the man as he left.  
     At that point, Arline decided it might be best to 
remove the pins.  She released my wrist restraints and 
told me to do it.  I untied my legs and began the 
laborious task of removing the pins.  I began in the 
front with the ones in my breasts.  For some reason 
these were, at that point, the most painful ones.  As I 
pulled each one out, they hurt almost as much as they 
did going in.  I didn't find any difference between 
removing them slowly and yanking them out quickly, so I 
decided if I removed them quickly, they'd be out 
sooner.  
     Next I began removing the ones in my penis.  These 
were more painful to remove than the ones in my 
breasts.  Also, they bled, sometimes substantially, so 
I had to blot them dry lest they dirty the sheets.  I 
worked more slowly on those.  Several of the pins which 
had been stuffed into the hole in my dick did not stick 
out the side, the way most of them did, so I had 
squeeze my dick head in order to "squirt" them out.  
Thank God, he used pins with large spherical heads or I 
might still be wearing some of them today.  
     Next, I began removing the ones in my asshole.  
These were easy for the most part, except for some of 
them, which were inside.  I had to go diving to get at 
those.  Lastly, I removed the ones in my ass cheeks.  
They were easy.  I ran my hands down my ass feeling the 
now clear surface.  All told, there were about seventy 
pins plus the dildo in me, I wondered if I had gotten 
them all.  
     Meanwhile, Melina had her hands full, (In more 
ways than one.)  She was jerking two guys off and 
giving a blowjob at the same time.  "You okay?"  I 
asked her.  "Yeph" she answered, her mouth full of 
dick.  I took the next customer.  She wanted straight 
fucking, "Hold the mayo please," she said.  
     "If you beat me, I'll give you a great lay."  I 
said.  
     "What?" she asked surprised.  
     I ran and got her Arline's switch and presented it 
to her.  "I've been bad, I've let my hard-on down," I 
said.  "If you beat me, you'll teach me a good lesson, 
and I'll take care of you."  
     "Are you serious?" she asked.  
     I did my best imitation of a pouting child, while 
nodding my head, yes.  I'm sure, it must have been 
believable, I am only eleven.  
     "Okay, if you say so."  With that, she bent me 
over her knee and started spanking me.
     "Harder" I said.  She spanked me harder.  
     "Harder" I said, "use the switch and do it really, 
really hard"
     "Well, if you're sure."  She grabbed the switch 
and beat me thoroughly.  "More" I said loudly.  She 
beat really, really intensely and continued to beat me 
until she felt my erection sticking into her knee.  
     After that, my ass burned for an hour during which 
I serviced her completely.  I licked her ass, ate her 
out, we did sixty-nine, I had her sit on my face, then 
we began straight fucking.  I climbed on top, then she 
climbed on top, then I climbed on top again.  I lost 
count of how many times she climaxed, but in the end 
she was one satisfied customer.  (In more ways than 
one.)    
     While all this was happening, I had lost track of 
Melina.  She was having straight sex with a huge man.  
The man must have weighed four hundred pounds.  Poor 
Melina was completely obscured by the man's fat rolls, 
which were spilling over her body like a blanket.  
Melina was making a sound like "Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh,"  
When I listened carefully I realized she was not having 
an orgasm, but was screaming as best she could, given 
her restricted breathing, what with the man's full 
weight on top of her.  
     It was lucky I was not tied up; I ran over to the 
man and screamed, "Stop.  Stop.  She can't take it.  
She's just a little girl for Christ's sake."  I pounded 
on the man's back until he responded.  The man got up 
and glared at me.  He lumbered over to me and pulled 
his arm back, ready to hit me.  That was when he 
noticed the blood covering his hand.  He looked at 
Melina her sheets were saturated with blood.  
     "I thought she seemed a little juicy."  He said.  
Then he mumbled, "I'm sorry" and walked out.  
     "Arline" I screamed, "Come quickly."  
     Arline must have heard the urgency in my voice, 
because she came right in.  "Oh my God" she cried.  
"Melina, what happened?" 
     Melina stirred slightly "Mother" she said "I don't 
feel so good.  I think something's wrong."
     Arline pulled out her phone and dialed a stored 
number.  "It's me" she said.  "I'm calling in that 
favor you owe me."  The voice on the other end said 
something.  "No, it has to be now.  We can't wait.  
This is an emergency."  She gave the voice our address 
and directions and hung up.  I was hoping it wasn't 
another john.  "Hang in there baby." she said, "Help is 
on the way."


          End Part 33/56 Continued in part 34/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 34/56
Summary: A doctor blackmails Arline.  Melina starts 
recovering.  
Keywords: b,g,FM,Fb,bd,exhib,creampie,ws,cbt,blackmail,
oral,copr,ws,Fdom,ht,oral,scat,

                   The Doctor Is In.

     About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang.  
Arline sent me to answer it.  It was a well-dressed man 
with a doctor's bag.  I was hoping it wasn't another 
client with some contraption in his bag to use on 
Melina.  The man introduced himself.  
     "I'm Doctor Parmally," he said.  I brought him 
into the parlor.  Arline had sent all of the customers 
away and put away all of the sex paraphernalia.  She 
had put a blanket on Melina and covered the other bed 
by the time we got there.  Essentially, it looked 
pretty much like a normal bedroom.   
     "Melina had an accident on her bicycle today.  It 
looked okay at first, but then this happened."  Arline 
pointed to the blood.  
     Doctor Parmally checked her heart and stuff, 
looked at her throat with a tongue depressor, examined 
her with an otoscope (Whatever that does) looked in her 
nose, took her temperature etc. 
     "I'm going to have to look inside of you," he 
said pointing downstairs "Will you be okay with that?"  
     "Yes," answered Melina.  "People do that to me all 
day long," Melina said, smiling warmly.
     Doctor Parmally's jaw dropped.  He was speechless.  
     "Oh, she doesn't mean that".  Said Arline, "I'm 
sure she doesn't realize what she is saying right now." 
     "Your boy should leave the room now," Said Doctor 
Parmally.  
     "Oh, we have no secrets in this house.  It's time 
he learned something about the birds and the bees.  
Besides, he's not my boy."  Arline winked at me.  
     Doctor Parmally seemed uneasy.  He looked at 
Melina and said "You okay with him being here?"  
     Melina answered, "Yes, he sees me like that all 
the time too."  She smiled again.
     Doctor Parmally gulped.  Then he went into his bag 
and brought out a shiny metal device that looked like 
two shoehorns.  He grabbed the end of the blanket 
covering Melina's vagina.  He made a motion implying 
that he intended to remove the blanket.  Then he looked 
first at Arline, then at Melina to make sure he had 
understood correctly.  They both smiled at him warmly 
and nodded their heads.  With that, he removed the 
blanket and told Melina to spread her legs.  He checked 
with Arline and Melina again then he checked with me.  
Melina spread her legs.  
     Doctor Parmally placed some lubricant on Melina's 
vulva and then inserted the speculum.  With that, he 
gently spread the blades, shined the otoscope in and we 
all looked inside.  
     "You said this was from a bicycle accident?  
That's not what it looks like.  There is a tear in her 
vagina.  This looks like it's from some sort of abuse 
to me."  He declared assertively.  "I think she should 
be hospitalized," he said.  
     "Please," said Arline, "We have no insurance, we 
don't have much money and we can't afford to pay for 
the hospital.  They probably won't take us with our 
finances the way they are, anyway."  
     "I guess she's probably going to be okay.  It will 
heal on its own eventually, but she needs rest and lots 
of it.  I'll give you a prescription for antibiotics 
and one for sleeping pills.  The dosage will be on the 
label.  She needs complete bed rest for a full week.  
That means, she needs to be completely cared for, 
meals, bedpan, the works, understand?  Arline nodded.
Additionally, she can't do any heavy activity for two 
weeks after that.  I can't believe I'm saying this 
for an eleven-year-old girl, but that means no 
vaginal sex.  Do you understand?" he said sternly.  
     Arline nodded her head again.  
     "I'm going to have to report this to the 
authorities," said Doctor Parmally.  
     "Please don't do that." Said Arline "You have to 
believe me, it was a bicycle accident.  Do I look like 
an abusive parent?"  Arline was smiling an angelic 
"butter wouldn't melt in her mouth" smile.  Doctor 
Parmally wasn't buying it.  
     "Please, don't report me.  I'll do anything."  
Arline lifted her breasts up provocatively while 
pouting suggestively.  "Anything," She repeated.  
     "Anything?"  Asked Doctor Parmally.
     "Anything."  Arline answered, with conviction in 
her voice.
     "In that case, we have some "business" to 
discuss."  Said Doctor Parmally.
     Arline and the doctor left.  I sat in the parlor 
waiting with Melina.  From inside Arline's bedroom I 
could hear Arline squeaking.  It occurred to me that it 
was one of the only times I could think of when Arline 
had actually done her fair share of the work.  I heard 
the front door slam.  
     Arline came into the parlor and grabbed me by the 
arm.  She led me to her bedroom, put on restraints she 
had there, and tied me to the mattress, face up, and 
legs spread.  
     She sat down on my face and said "Clean me out."  
She was gagging so hard she could hardly form her lips 
to say the words.  I stuck my tongue in.  There was a 
foreign flavor inside.  I recognized it was male.  "Go 
deep, and keep sucking," she said.  Then she sat down 
on my face really hard in an effort to get my tongue as 
deep inside as possible.  
     Then she said "Stop swallowing.  Pump this back 
into my vagina.  I want it to rinse me out."  With 
that, she peed into my open mouth.  I let my mouth fill 
and then blew it back up her.  She continued to pee and 
I continued to redirect it back inside.  Soon I could 
feel resistance from inside of her.  At that point, I 
drank the rest, and let her vagina empty into my mouth 
then pushed it back up and so on, effectively douching 
her out with her own urine.  
     I continued doing that until most of the liquid 
had disappeared.  I wondered where it went, but 
realized that I must have been drinking small amounts 
of it a little at a time until it was gone.  I wasn't 
crazy about swallowing the sperms but I was pretty 
accustomed to it.  The doctor's sperm couldn't be any 
worse than that of any of the other john's.  I figured 
doctors have clean hands so the sperms are probably 
more sanitary then others.  Afterward, when Arline 
didn't get up, I assumed that she wanted me to continue 
sucking and licking her out.  
     Arline took a rubber band and placed it around my 
balls.  She took another one and placed it around my 
dick head.  Then she began plucking the rubber bands 
like a guitar at a rock concert until she was satisfied 
with my hard-on.  
     "That miserable doctor had a tiny penis.  The 
bastard hardly even excited me, and then he shot scum 
inside me.  I want a real orgasm now, and it better be 
good."  Arline said.  "Remember that hot poker?"  
Obviously, Arline remembered.  She was going to hold it 
over my head, probably until she used it.  Well, I 
decided, she wasn't going to use it today, not if I had 
anything to say about it.  
     Arline grabbed my dick tightly and held on.  I 
began eating her out.  Arline started cold, then warmed 
up to rocking then squeaking, then Ohh, Ohh, Ohhing, 
then shrieking at the top of her lungs, and dripping 
her delicious creamy fluids into my mouth.  I kept her 
shrieking for another twenty minutes licking and 
lapping, until finally she rolled off me.  By the 
time she was satisfied, her flavor had returned to 
normal.  Arline lay down next to me and for the first 
time ever, she put her arm affectionately under my head.  
     We woke up the next morning.  Melina was crying 
out for help.  Arline woke with a start to find her arm 
under my head.  She pulled it out so violently it made 
my head spin (Literally.) 
     Arline went in to see what Melina wanted.  She 
came back in and untied me.  "Melina wants to use the 
toilet.  She can't leave the bed and I don't want her 
dirtying my personal bedpan.  Take care of her needs.  
Know what I mean?  Then she wants breakfast.  Don't 
give her any shit."  (Literally)  "Take care of 
anything else she wants, but no fucking, understand?  
I'm going out to get some groceries and her 
prescriptions."  
     "Okay," I said.  I went in to Melina.  "I'm here 
to service you."  I said.  
     "No bedpan?"  Melina asked.  
     "Arline told me to take care of your needs myself, 
I want to do that."  
     "I hope you haven't eaten yet, 'because you're in 
for a large breakfast"
     Melina got on her knees and I got under her.  "You 
thirstier or hungrier" she asked.  
     "Which would you prefer?"  I asked.  
     "Thirsty" she answered.  I opened my mouth beneath 
the appropriate organ.  Melina began peeing slowly; I 
was having no problem keeping up.  I was enjoying her 
nectar when suddenly she said "Oh, no."  
     The next thing I knew she was shitting into my 
nose.  She hadn't stopped peeing but now she was 
shitting at the same time.  I moved up to contain her 
bowel movements and she continued peeing onto my neck.  
I figured it would be messier to clean up the BM so I 
continued consuming at my current station, even though 
her fecal matter had turned to liquid.  It was bitter, 
foul and slimy and soon was full of farts making it 
hard to swallow, but my beloved Melina had produced it 
and I loved her, so I did what I had to do without 
hesitation, question, remorse or disgust.  
     After, I took the towel Arline had given Melina 
and wiped down my neck.  By some miracle, the pee had 
not wet the bed sheets.  I went into the kitchen.  I 
looked around.  I had hoped to bring a menu list of 
options for breakfast to Melina, but there was only one 
item; oatmeal.  I made the oatmeal added some brown 
sugar and cinnamon and brought it to Melina.
     Melina peered suspiciously at the oatmeal.  "Brown 
sugar and cinnamon" I answered before she asked.  
     "Then Arline's not angry with me?" she asked.  
     "Oh, she's plenty angry, but she's going to wait 
till you're all healthy before she starts punishing 
you.  Meanwhile she has me to take it all out on.  
     "I'm sorry," said Melina.  
     "It's not your fault."  I answered.  "Arline's 
just sick.  Anyway, I'd rather she took it out on me 
than on you.  It breaks my heart to see her hurting you.  
I'd rather suffer the physical pain than the mental."  
     Melina ate some of the oatmeal.  She wasn't very 
hungry.  I figured I'd better finish the bowl.  Mostly, 
because it might be the only food I got that day, but 
also because Arline might take offense at Melina 
"wasting food."  
     "Do you want me to shit in it for you?" asked 
Melina, comically.  
     "No thanks, I've already had my minimum daily 
requirement.  But if you need to shit again, just tell 
me.  I'm Johnny on the spot."  (So to speak.)  Melina 
and I both laughed.  It was good to see her laugh.  
We'd had so few occasions to laugh lately.  
     Arline had returned so I went in to give Arline my 
report on Melina.  Arline was on her bed, waving a 
little cocaine vial with some cloudy liquid in it.  
"This is my insurance policy for the doctor.  It's some 
of his scum.  I collected it just after he left.  If he 
rats on me or if I get pregnant by him, I have proof 
that will destroy him if I need to.  How's Melina?"
     "She seems better" I said "She had a bowel 
movement and ate some breakfast."
     "A bowel movement," said Arline.  "Guess that 
means you've had breakfast too, huh?"  
     "Yes."  I answered. 

          End Part 34/56 Continued in part 35/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 35/56
Summary: Arline hurts our hero.  Melina needs to be
serviced by our hero.
Keywords: b,g,bg,F/b,bd,sad,tort,rom,anal,ht,ws
oral,copr


                        Incensed.

     The next day Arline woke me up early and gave me 
my bath and breakfast.  "Let's go, I owe you, for 
letting me fall asleep in your bed.  It's piss covered 
and my arm fell asleep, you know."  Arline smiled 
affectionately and grabbed my arm.  She led me gently 
to my room and tied me face down on bed with pillows 
bolstering my mid section.  
     Was she going to do the hot poker thing?  I 
wondered.  
     "Let me see, what can we do today?  What to do?  
What to do?  I know, let's burn some incense to help 
clear my mind while I decide how to punish you."
     Arline got some duct tape and taped my ass cheeks 
apart.  "Three sticks ought to be enough."  Arline took 
three sticks of incense and cut the stems off at 
different lengths.  Then she fanned out the three 
sticks placing them into my butt hole each with a 
consecutively longer lead-time.  Then she lit the 
incense.  "Mmmm patchouli.  Don't you love patchouli?"
     I hated patchouli.  I felt it was more unbearable 
than the torture that I was about to receive.  I 
decided not to answer her.  Arline walked around the 
room dusting and pinching my ass cruelly as she waited 
for the first of the sticks to reach the first stage.  
     Soon I was feeling the first of the sticks, the 
glowing ember began getting close enough to start 
warming my ass.  Actually, it felt rather nice against 
the cold air of the room, but that was only until it 
got to the second stage.  The heating stage, where it 
began to feel like very hot water.  Not terrible, but 
not soothing either.  Next, it began to itch, my ass 
cheeks tried to close reflexively, but the tape did its 
job and held them open.  
     The first incense began to sting and I began to 
twitch but Arline had tied the knots well, I could not 
escape, and neither did my twitching exorcise the 
incense.  Subsequently the incense reached the next 
stage; the burning stage.  I began to open and close my 
fists preparing for the inevitable next stage, the 
unbearable stage.  Whereupon, there was nothing I could 
do except clench my fists, grit my teeth, tremble and 
scream for the next two minutes until the ember 
extinguished itself within the folds of my back door.  
Needless to say, that's what I did.  
     I got only a few moments respite from the pain 
before the next incense began warming a different part 
of my ass.  Once again the warming felt nice but was 
foreboding.  "What do you want from me, Arline?"  I 
said.  
     "I want to pay you back for my waking up with my 
arm around you" Arline said, a caustic look on her 
face.  "You don't deserve affection from me."  She 
said.
     "What can I do to avoid this, I'll do anything you 
want."  I said.  
     "I want you to clench your fists, grit your teeth, 
tremble and scream," She answered smugly.
     I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, trembled 
and screamed.  "Not good enough."  Arline said "I know 
you can do better.  Try again."
     I did it again, only tighter, harder, faster and 
louder.  
     "That was better, but was still not convincing 
enough."  Arline said "I'm sure you can do even 
better."  
     I tried a third time.  Arline said "Much better, 
but I was hoping you'd put more... uh... soul into it."   
     By then the second incense had reached the 
unbearable stage.  I clenched, grit, trembled and 
screamed for the next two minutes.
     "There you go."  Said Arline, "I knew you could do 
it.  Now just do it once more like that for me, and 
I'll be happy."  
     I tried, but Arline obviously had decided on three 
sticks and she wasn't going to sell herself short or 
let me off with less.  
     By the end of the third incense, I was drenched in 
sweat and ready for sleep.  
     Arline took a towel and dried me off.  Then she 
said "Oh Charlie's here, he wants to bugger you.  No 
need to get up."  
     Arline brought Charlie into the room.  "Patchouli" 
he said.  "Oh I love patchouli."  Then he did me.  
Fortunately, it was over in a moment.  Charlie was hot 
to trot, and he came instantly, squirting hot jizz into 
my violated rectum.  He never suspected that I was 
damaged goods, but he enjoyed the goods part.  (So to 
speak.)  He called Arline but Arline did not answer.  
Then he stuck a rolled up hundred dollar bill in my 
asshole and left.  
     Arline was in the bathroom, taking a shower.  She 
had taken the hand held shower down from the wall and 
unscrewed the head.  Then she sat in the tub, took the 
free end of the hose and stuck it deep into her vagina.  
She continued to do this for thirty-five minutes while 
the water from the hose irrigated her internally and I 
waited.  
     Afterward she dried off and put her bathrobe on.  
She went into my room, took the hundred-dollar bill and 
untied me.  She told me to take care of Melina.  Then 
she went into her bedroom.   
 


                 A Full Service Station.

     I went into Melina's room and checked her out.  
She needed to pee so I took care of that.  The licking 
stimulated her and she said "suck my sphincter" I did 
and was rewarded with a couple of small firm turds, 
nice neat ones with good character and a fine bouquet.  
     I twisted my head to get out from under her.  
"Wait."  Melina said, then, she whispered "Suck me off.  
Please."  I replied that the doctor had said no heavy 
activity.  Melina said "But I don't want you to attack 
me with a two inch thick dildo, or sit on me with four 
hundred pounds of fat."  I just want some simple, 
gentle, oral stimulation."
     "I don't know, Melina," I said.  "Arline's right 
next door."    
     "Don't worry, I'll be quiet."  Melina said,  "She 
won't know anything."  
     "For the record" I said, "I think this is a really 
stupid idea."
     "If Arline catches us, we'll just tell her that I 
was peeing and you were cleaning me off."  Suggested 
Melina
     I moved under her vagina.  Melina's flavor was 
good, except for maybe a slightly bloody taste, as if 
she was at the end of her period.  I was starting to 
enjoy her flavor when I realized that part of her 
flavor was that of sperm.  I grappled with the idea 
that all those men who had had sex with her had left 
their mark on her.  Dirtied her, polluted her, 
contaminated her, defiled her, despoiled her, on and 
on, I began to get sick.  It was then that I 
comprehended that taking care of Melina was the most 
important thing in the world; that it was my job now, 
and just like any other job there were some positives 
and some negatives.  I would do the best job I could, 
no matter what; even if it meant swallowing an 
occasional foreign sperm.  
     Melina was now breathing gently but rapidly.  She 
was moaning softly "Mmmmmmmm."  I could hear her but I 
was sure Arline couldn't.  Then she bent over and began 
sucking on my penis.  Though my penis had been soft, 
somehow, Melina was able to make it erect.  
     I thought about what had made me hard.  Was it 
that Melina's pheromones that were simply enticing me?  
Was it recognizing that it was my duty to please 
Melina?  Was it the eminent danger of Arline catching 
us?  Was it the sense of impending doom that Arline had 
instilled in me regarding the poker?  Did the thought 
of the poker actually make me hot?  I realized that in 
a sense, I actually wanted Arline to do it to me.  How 
would it feel?  I wondered.  
     I continued licking Melina's vagina, though I was 
being careful not to go too deep.  It didn't matter.  
Soon Melina was digging her ass into my face, forcing 
my tongue deeper and rocking back and forth.  She was 
still sucking on my now erect penis and I was rocking 
back and forth too.  
     Melina and I began breathing synchronously, 
heavily, though quietly.  Then Melina began squeaking.  
I put my hand over her mouth.  She got the message and 
began squeaking more quietly.  
     Next Melina arrived at the "Ohh ohh ohh" stage.  
Once again, I had to remind her to be quiet by putting 
my hand over her mouth.  This stage lasted quite a 
while.  She kept getting louder and I kept reminding 
her.  Recognizing that Melina wasn't entirely in 
control, I didn't get angry, but Arline was right 
outside our door and we were in great peril, at least I 
was.  I knew Arline wouldn't punish Melina until she 
got better, but I also knew that I would wind up taking 
the brunt of the punishment if Arline found out.  
     I figured this might be the final straw, which 
sent the red-hot poker plummeting into my rectum.  I 
was sure Arline wanted to do it to me but was just 
waiting for the right justification.  She probably 
wouldn't do it to me without an appropriate excuse.  
     Meanwhile Melina had reached the 
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" stage and she wasn't being 
quiet about it.  Several attempts to quiet her by 
placing my hand over her mouth were unsuccessful.  I 
did the only thing I could think of, to quiet her.  I 
put my hands around her throat and squeezed.  
     While that quieted Melina down somewhat at first, 
it proved to be a turn on for her and soon, she got 
even louder.  
     The sound of her reaching that apogee of orgasm 
along with the rasping of her being choked was quite a 
turn on for me too and I soon climaxed.  To my delight, 
Melina sucked the sperm right out of me and swallowed 
it.  No one had ever done that to me before.  I can't 
begin to describe how great it felt.  "Bliss" is the 
only word I can think of to describe it.  
     Fortunately, for us, Arline was in her room, 
busying herself with her own demons and it didn't seem 
as if she had heard us.  I made a quick, mental "sign 
of the cross," and wiped my brow impulsively.  After I 
caught my breath, I said "You swallowed my sperm."  
     Melina smiled amicably.    
     "You once asked me not to, and after that time, I 
never came inside you again.  Doesn't it disgust you to 
swallow that?"  I asked.  
     "No, it came from you and I love you." said 
Melina.
     The words "I love you" struck me like a truck.  I 
couldn't remember her having said that before.  This 
was a radical change in her attitude.  When she first 
came to the house, she hated me.  Did she really love 
me now?  Did I deserve this?  Did I even have the right 
to be loved by someone as wonderful and as beautiful as 
Melina?  I wondered.  I began to obsess over Melina.  
     Sure, I loved Melina.  Loving somebody is one 
thing, but having someone love you.  That was an 
entirely different matter.  It was a great 
responsibility and I wasn't sure this eleven-year-old 
boy was up to the task.  I began crying.  
     "I didn't hurt you, did I?"  Melina asked, 
confused.  
     I couldn't answer her.  My heart was in about a 
dozen pieces and I knew it wouldn't be repaired for at 
least seven more years.  Maybe never.  How could I tell 
her that love is a fatal illness for which there is no 
cure.  That I was hopelessly afflicted.  And now 
apparently, so was she.  
     I said nothing.  I hoped it was just a figure of 
speech she was using, but I knew we were lost on some 
dirt road, deep in Shitville, and there was no map to 
guide us out.  
     "I have an idea," said Melina affably, "why don't 
you make me lunch now."  
     I got up, glad that something had come up to 
relieve the tension which was now about as thick as KY 
jelly.  "I'll be right back," I said, choking on my 
words.  
     I went to the kitchen.  There on the counter was a 
bottle with Melina's antibiotics.  There was no other 
prescription.  I looked in the fridge; Arline had 
bought a few groceries.  I took the antibiotics and a 
glass of water and went back to the bedroom.  I gave 
Melina her medication and then said "We have ham, 
cheese and ham and cheese.  
     "I'll have the ham and cheese."  Melina responded.
     Do you want it plain or grilled?"  I asked.
     "I'll have it grilled if it's not too much 
trouble."  Said Melina.  "Where are the sleeping 
pills?" she asked.  
     "I didn't see any," I said.  
     Melina paused.  "Go, get me my sandwich," she 
said.  She looked very distressed.  
     "What's the matter?"  I asked.  
     "Nothing" Melina answered, too quickly, it seemed.  
     "Something's the matter.  What?"  I asked again.  
     Melina paused for a long time.  I could see that 
there was some emotionality surfacing.  "Okay," she 
said, "Arline has had trouble with sleeping pills 
before.  They call them "downers" you know.  She was 
addicted to them.  One day she took too many and she 
overdosed.  She almost died, and when she got back from 
the hospital, she was different.  That's when the 
beatings started.  She's never been the same since."  
     "I didn't know."  I said.  I went to the kitchen 
and cooked Melina's lunch.  Then I brought Melina two 
sandwiches on a plate.  
     Melina peeked inside one and said "Where's the 
shit?"
     "I put ham on, instead."  I answered her.  "You 
don't mind, do you?"  Melina smiled.
     Melina ate half of one of the sandwiches and 
insisted I finish the rest.  I did.  I realized that it 
was about the best thing I'd eaten since Arline and 
Melina had arrived.  "I'm a good cook, no?"  I asked.  
Melina smiled again.  I was glad to see her smile.  We 
had not had much to smile about lately.  


          End Part 35/56 Continued in part 36/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 36/56
Summary: Arline does drugs.  She forces our hero 
to do drugs too.  Almost kills him twice.  Our 
hero saves Arline's life.
Keywords: drug,copr,ws,bd,sad,elec,Fdom,cbt,anal,
ht,ws,oral,copr


             Arline Goes Riding High. (Part 1)

     At Melina's urging, I went to Arline's room and 
knocked on the door.  "What do you want?"  Arline 
answered.  She sounded funny.  
     I asked her whether she wanted a sandwich, 
"There's ham and cheese.  Melina had hers grilled, do 
you want one?"  I asked.  
     "Go away, asshole, I'm not hungry."  Arline 
replied.  Her speech was slurred.  
     "Melina sent me to check on you.  Are you okay?"
     "I'm fine," she drawled.  "Go away."  
     "We were wondering where the sleeping pills were.  
Melina said you might know where they are.  Do you?"  
     "It's none of your fucking business."  
     "Melina wanted me to ask you," I said.  
     "It's none of her fucking business either.  Go 
away."  Arline answered.  
     For some reason, I decided that maybe I'd better 
go into the room to check on her.  I opened the door.  
It turned out to be a very bad idea.  I didn't know it 
then, but opening that door then, as it turned out, 
would start me down a path, which led to a very dark 
place in all of our lives.  
     There was Arline at the far side of the room, on 
the floor, in a pool of her own vomit.  She was sitting 
against the wall with her knees drawn against her 
chest, and her thumb in her mouth.  Her bathrobe, hand 
and mouth were all covered in puke.  
     "I told you to go away."  Said Arline, "You should 
have listened to me.  Now I'm going to make you sorry."  
     Arline got up and staggered across the floor.  She 
grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the other side of 
the room.  Then she pointed to the vomit on the floor 
and said "Clean this mess up."  I started to leave for 
some towels, but Arline kept her grasp on my arm.  
"Lick it clean."  She said smiling.  I tried to break 
away, but she was amazingly strong for someone in such 
an incapacitated condition.  She said "Start with my 
face."  With that, she pulled me over to her and kissed 
me, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth.  
     I'd never tasted her tongue before.  Suffice it to 
say, it wasn't the best kiss I'd ever gotten.  I loved 
it when Melina kissed me, but this kiss, which lasted 
almost a minute, besides being pukey, was terribly 
bitter.  "Clean off my face." she said.  I resisted.  
"Do you want me to have to use the hot-poker now?" she 
asked.  "I'll use it and then I'll make you clean this 
up anyway.  It will just be a lot more painful.  I 
think you'll look really funny climbing around on your 
hands and knees with that poker sticking out of your 
ass."  I believed her.  She was squeezing on my arm so 
hard it hurt.  She pulled my face over to her with her 
other arm and said "Do it."  
     I began licking her face.  It tasted terrible.  
The puke was terribly acetic and bitter, and it made me 
nauseous.  After she was satisfied that her face was 
clean she brought her puke covered hand over and had me 
lick that clean too.  I began gagging.  "Don't tell me 
you've never eaten someone's puke before."  Arline said 
smiling.
     Unbelievable as it sounds, I hadn't.  I guessed 
I'd lived a charmed life up till then.  Or maybe I 
just didn't know what I was missing.
     Arline pulled my arm down and made me get on my 
knees.  "Now clean this up."  She said pointing to the 
floor.  "We'll do the bathrobe in the washing machine.  
It won't lick clean anyway.  Get moving."  
     I got down on the floor and began licking the puke 
up.  Surely, it had to be better doing it now than 
doing it with a poker up my ass.  It didn't taste like 
normal puke, at least not mine, it was sour, like mine, 
but it was also terribly bitter.  I started at one end 
of the puddle and began working my way to the other 
side.  While I did it, I continued to heave, but I did 
not let myself throw up.  I wasn't sure whether it was 
the bitter taste of the puke that was making me gag or 
just the idea of eating someone else's puke.  
     About halfway through the job, I began to feel 
light headed.  I looked up and the world looked tilted.  
Arline saw me stop.  "What's the matter, you full 
already?"  She asked sneeringly.  She was wearing her 
evil smile.  
     "I don't feel so good."  I said.  
     "It's the drugs," said Arline.  "You're probably 
getting off.  Don't worry you'll get used to it.  
You'll probably even like it once you're used to it.  
Keep cleaning."  I went back to work.  
     Soon, the world began spinning diagonally and I 
began having a hard time aiming my tongue correctly.  
Arline had let me go, and I kept falling over and 
giggling.  
     "There you go," said Arline. "You're having a good 
time now, aren't you?"
     "No, the puke's too bitter" I said.  Then I 
started laughing.  
     "Don't worry you'll come to appreciate the taste 
when it starts coming back up."  Said Arline.  "Get 
back to work.  Don't lollygag"
     "I can't help it.  The floor is like a gigantic 
lollypop and it's making me gag.  "Lollygagging"" I 
said.  I began laughing again.  Then I fell down 
again. This time my face landed in an as yet 
uncleaned surface of the floor and I got puke on my 
face and in my hair.  I kept laughing.  
     Arline asked, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" 
     "No."  I said.  "I feel like I've taken one too 
many rides on the merry-go-round."  Then I threw up.  
The ham and cheese sandwiches mixed with whatever 
Arline had eaten last.  Arline was right; I did 
appreciate the bitter taste when it came back up.  
Throwing up made me feel better.  
     "I think you've had enough, for now.  We'll save 
the rest for later." said Arline.  
     Arline took some pills from a bottle.  To my 
surprise, she swallowed then down without water.  Then 
she said "Let's take a bath together"  
     I didn't feel like getting wet, but for some 
reason I was feeling like Arline and I were partners 
now, and I said okay.  
     Arline and I staggered into the bathroom together.  
It's not as if we had to get undressed or anything, we 
were already in our "bath clothes."  Arline had me get 
into the shower first.  Then she turned on the water.  
The cold water rushed over my body while I waited for 
it to warm up.  I was accustomed to that by now.  I had 
to steady myself by holding on to the side of the tub 
to keep from falling down.  After the water warmed up, 
Arline got in with me.  
     Despite being a nymphomaniac Arline was usually 
pretty demure.  Most often, she blindfolded me when we 
were having sex.  Today she was uninhibited, immodest 
and open.  (In more ways than one.)  She sat at one 
side of the bathtub and spread her knees wide apart.  
This was a show I'd almost never seen except when the 
guy with the gun forced her to do it at gunpoint.  
     I sat back and pretended not to look.  Arline saw 
me turn away.  "Like what you see?" asked Arline 
cheerfully, "Watch this."  with that she stuck her 
fingers deep inside her vagina and pulled her lips wide 
apart leaving a gaping hole so big I could see her 
teeth at the other end.  "Bet you didn't know my pussy 
could do tricks.  Watch this," she said.  With that, 
she took the bar of soap and stuck it up her snatch 
until it disappeared.  Then she flexed her stomach 
muscles and the bar of soap shot out halfway across the 
bathtub.  
     Arline told me to get the hand held sprayer down.  
This wasn't easy in my condition, and I almost fell.  
Then she had me unscrew the showerhead from the hose.  
Arline stuck the hose up her snatch and irrigated for a 
long while.  We made light conversation.  Arline 
confided in me that she wasn't confident that all of 
the doctor's sperms were out of her.  
     "That's why you're doing this now, isn't it?"  I 
asked.  
     "Yeah." she said.  
     "Do you think it is going to make a difference 
now?"  I asked.  
     "No, but it makes me feel better."  She said.  
Then she said "Let's make it a real bath.  Put the plug 
in."  
     I took the plug from the rim of the bathtub and 
stuck it in the drain hole.  "Just like fucking" Arline 
said, smiling.  Then she said "I need you, I don't want 
to get piss in the bath water.  I lay down and she sat 
on my head.  She urinated into my mouth and I swallowed 
every drop of the precious elixir.  
     Then she said "I have to go potty too.  We don't 
want to get the water all dirty so don't spill any."  
She continued to sit on my face shifting her position 
appropriately and began to dump a load down my throat.  
She was going hard and fast, but I was able to keep up 
with her and nothing spilled.  
     By now, the bath water was beginning to cover my 
ears, and she said "suck me off." 
     With the water covering my ears, I barely heard 
her.  I rinsed my tongue off with my saliva and began 
sucking on her twat.  Before long the water had risen 
to my chin and was getting in my mouth, I wasn't sure 
whether Arline was unaware of this, or whether she knew 
it was happening and didn't care, but I was having 
difficulty breathing.  
     Water was now going down my nose and I was 
drowning.  From what I could hear when the waves went 
below my ears, Arline was in the light orgasmic "Ohh, 
Ohh, Ohh" stage.  I figured she would get infuriated if 
I interrupted her, but I reckoned her punishment 
couldn't be much worse than drowning.  Just the same, I 
thought about the red-hot poker and decided to continue 
until breathing became impossible.  
     Breathing became impossible.  I tried to push 
Arline off of me but she was much too heavy and besides 
that, she had me in a cunt-lock.  I began shaking my 
head back and forth in an effort to warn Arline about 
my plight.  Arline found it erotic and sat down even 
harder on my face.  I woke up on the floor of the 
bathroom.  Arline was giving me CPR, naked.  "You 
okay?" she drawled.  
     "Guess I will be.  No thanks to you."  I 
sputtered.  
     "Don't you mean "thanks to me?"  Said Arline, her 
speech slurring, "I saved your life, you know."
     I looked up at Arline unimpressed.  Arline got the 
message.  "I'm sorry."  She mumbled.
     Arline was apologizing to me for only the third 
time since I'd known her.  I guessed that counted for 
something.  And hey, she wasn't threatening to use the 
poker anymore.  
     I got up and decided to see how Melina was doing.  
I took a zigzag trip into the bedroom.  Melina woke up.  
"How you doing" I said with garbled speech.  
     Melina's face took on an expression of repugnance.  
"You're high."  She exclaimed loudly. 
     "I couldn't help it," I said.  "Arline made me 
lick up her puke and it made me high."  
     Now, Melina had an expression of disbelief on her 
face.  "Puke doesn't do this, pills do this.  How could 
puke have done this to you?"   
     Melina had completely discounted what I said about 
having had to lick up Arline's puke, as if it was an 
everyday occurrence.  
     "The puke had drugs in it."  I said.  
     "Oh my God," said Melina, ashamed for not 
believing me.  "I'm so sorry." 
     "Don't feel bad, Arline had to drown me before she 
said she was sorry."  
     "What?"
     "Never mind, it's water under the bridge, uh... over 
my head...  uh... oh whatever." I drawled.  
     Melina looked confused.  
     "Forget about it."  I said.  
     "Wait a minute," said Melina suddenly, "Arline 
made you lick up her puke?"  
     "I'm okay.  I've never had puke before, but I'm 
enjoying it."  I drawled.  
     "That's what I'm worried about." said Melina.  
"She actually made you lick up her puke?"  
     "I thought that's how everybody got high their 
first time."  I said smiling.  
     "Go to your room and sleep it off."  Melina said.  
"You're in no shape to take care of me now.  I guess 
Arline's not in any better shape, huh?"  
     I tottered over to my room and woke up a few hours 
later.  Arline was calling me.  "Get your ass over here 
you mother fucker.  You're supposed to be taking care 
of Melina.  Where the fuck are you?"  
     I had woken up in good spirits.  The drugs hadn't 
worn off completely and I was still a little dopey.  I 
went into Arline's room.  She was lying naked on her 
bed, her legs spread apart as if she were airing out 
her cunt.  I said "You called me "mother fucker."  
That's funny, mom.  What do you need?"  
     Arline didn't smile.  She was not in a whimsical 
mood.  "Finish cleaning this up she said pointing to 
the puke.  Clean yours up too.  I want this floor clean 
enough to eat off of."  
     ""Eat off of." That's funny," I said.  
     Arline was wearing her sneer again "Get started 
you little fart."   
     I started licking again.  Some of the puke had 
dried on the floor.  It was causing problems.  But I 
knew Arline was depending on me to do a good job, so I 
worked hard.  Soon the floor was clean and I was bombed 
again.  "Good job." said Arline.  She watched me 
falling on the floor.  "You're high again, aren't you?"  
     "Um hum" I said.  
     "You like it don't you?"  
     "Um hum" I said.  
     "Maybe I'll puke again for you, some other time" 
she said.  
     "Yes, I love puke" I said.  
     "Service me, "my little mother fucker"" Arline 
said.  
     I got on the bed, gave her a lube job and rotated 
her tires.  Then checked her oil repeatedly, with my 
"dipstick."  When I was done, she was satisfied.  No 
hot-poker treatment for me today I thought to myself.  
     Then Arline got up and grabbed my arm.  "Come on," 
she said.  Arline seemed amicable.  I went with her 
without resistance.  She led me to my room and put on 
the wrist restraints.  
     "Stay here" she said and then staggered out of the 
room.  When she came back, she had a lamp and an 
extension cord.  She plugged in the extension cord, but 
did not connect the lamp.  Then she pulled the electric 
cables out of the lamp and stripped a portion of 
insulation from each lead.  
     I became apprehensive when she started pushing one 
of the bare wires up my rear end.  I tried to escape, 
but I fell over.  Arline took the other wire and tied 
it around my balls.  Then she plugged the wires into 
the extension cord.  I lit up.  
     I remember being in great pain, and feeling an 
intense burning in my ass and balls.  Also, I remember 
feeling the electric current surging through my body 
like an orgasm gone wild.  Then I remember waking up on 
the floor Arline was naked, giving me CPR again.  
     After I had come to for a few seconds, Arline said 
"Lucky I'm a nurse, huh?"  
     "Lucky, that's it.  That's the second time you've 
had to give me CPR today."  I reminded her.
     The wires were still connected to my body, "Do you 
want me to plug you in again?" Arline asked.  
     I shook my head "no."  
     Arline told me to go in and see if Melina needed 
anything, then she went to the bathroom to take another 
bath, and to douche out again.  
     I went to Melina's room.  Melina saw me wobble in.  
"Don't tell me you're high again."  
     "Arline made me clean up the rest of the floor."  
I drawled.  "Do you need anything?"  I asked.  
     "I need caretakers who are responsible and sober.  
You are in no shape to take care of me, like that."  
     I apologized to Melina.  
     "I have to pee.  Can you handle that now?"  Melina 
asked indignantly.  
     "I'm ready and willing to serve."  I said.  And I 
did.  
     "I want some dinner now.  Do you think you can 
handle that?"  
     I went into the kitchen and made some macaroni and 
cheese.  Pretty much, it all went well, except that the 
macaroni wound up a little overcooked, and I spilled 
some of the water on the stove.  I brought the pot and 
two spoons in to Melina.  We shared the macaroni and 
enjoyed each other's company for a while.  It was a 
good time.  
     Melina sent me off to check on Arline.  She wasn't 
in her bedroom.  I went to the bathroom to find her 
there.  When I got there, Arline was lying in the tub 
with the hose up her vagina and the plug in the tub.  
     Arline was asleep.  The water had filled the tub 
all the way above Arline's upper lip.  She was coughing 
reflexively but she wasn't waking up.  I shook Arline, 
but she didn't wake up.  In desperation, I removed the 
plug and then grabbed Arline.  Fortunately, the water 
made Arline more buoyant and I was able to lift her up 
some.  I'm positive that I saved Arline's life then.  
Another few seconds and the water would have completely 
covered her nose and neither Melina nor I knew CPR.  
     After the water ran out, the cold air woke Arline, 
who still had the hose up her crotch.  "What are you 
doing in here?" she asked.  
     "Saving your life" I answered.  "We're even now."  
     "I saved you twice, you still owe me one."  She 
mumbled.  
     "You mean you almost killed me twice.  Don't you?"  
I said.  
     Arline smiled and spread her legs.  She removed 
the hose and then said "Have you seen this trick?"  
With that she stuck her fingers in and opened up her 
vagina.  I shook my head "yes."  Then she grabbed the 
soap and said "Well how about this one."  I actually 
wanted to see that trick again, but I told Arline that 
she had already shown me that one too.  "Where's my 
towel?"  Arline asked disheartened.  I went and got a 
towel and Arline dried off.  As she walked naked to her 
bedroom, I noticed again how beautiful she was.  Arline 
had a perfect ass.  She got onto the bed and spread her 
legs wide apart and then said "Do me."  
     "How do you want it done?" I asked.  
     I want you underneath eating me out.  I got onto 
the bed.  Arline rolled on top of me.  When I stuck my 
tongue in, Arline had no flavor.  She had rinsed it all 
away.  I was more than a little discouraged.  I began 
working away on her.  
     Then Arline bent over, stuffed my dick in her 
mouth, and began giving me head.  I was astonished.  
She usually avoided my penis like the plague.  Now she 
was giving me an exceptional blowjob.  I didn't even 
know she knew how to give blowjobs.  
     The downers must have suspended her inhibitions.  
Without her inhibitions, Arline was a slut.  I decided 
that I liked having her this way.  No wonder Melina 
hated it when Arline did downers.  If somebody were to 
be visiting our house right now, I knew she would be 
really embarrassed to have them see her mother acting 
like this.  "God, she's also my mother."  I realized, I 
would be embarrassed too.  Jeez, I realized, that's 
probably how she wound up getting pregnant with Melina.  
     Anyway, we had a wonderful time.  When I climaxed, 
Arline sucked the sperm out and swallowed it.  
     "Didn't that disgust you?"  I asked.  
     " No, it came from you and I love you.." said 
Arline.  
     "Oh my God," I thought," that's twice today."  
     "Oh and as long as it doesn't go up my cunt."  She 
added.  "Don't I disgust you?"  Arline asked.
     "No Mistress Arline."  I said.  
     "You called me Mistress Arline, I like that.  I 
want you to call me that, from now on."  Said Arline.
     "Okay" I said.  
     "Okay, what?"  Asked Arline demandingly.  
     "Okay, Mistress Arline" I said.  
     The drugs were wearing off, and Arline was 
beginning to feel a little more like herself.  Arline 
obviously didn't like that.  She took some more pills 
out and swallowed them.  Then she took out some more 
and gave them to me.  "Swallow these."  She demanded.   
     "I don't do drugs."  I said.  
     ""I don't do drugs, what?"  Arline said.  
     ""I don't do drugs, Mistress Arline."  I said.  
     "Well, now you do."  She said, forcing the pills 
into my hand.  
     Arline was definitely enjoying having a partner in 
crime.  There was no point in trying to talk her out of 
it.  I knew she would be averse to my refusing to join 
her on her journey.  
     I took the pills and popped them in my mouth.  I 
did not have the long years of experience with them 
that she had, and they did not go down.  "You'd better 
get some water now.  If they melt, you'll be in for a 
rough time."  I got up and drank some water.  The pills 
had just started to melt, and I got just a small taste 
of them.  They were incredibly bitter.  Worse than 
puke, I thought.  I gagged for a minute, but not 
wanting to have to clean the floor up again, I 
swallowed them down.  
     Thirty minutes later, we were both stoned.  Arline 
got on top of my face and began sucking my dick again.  
I wasn't ready to come again, but it felt great.  I 
stuck my tongue inside her and began playing around.  
Arline moaned with appreciation until I threw up.  
Arline got down from the bed and began pulling me by 
the arm to my bedroom.  I kept falling down, so she 
dragged me on my bare ass across the floor and the rug 
to my room.  She tied me to the bed face down and began 
to cane me.  Actually, high as I was, it was somewhat 
pleasurable.  "We should do this more often Mistress 
Arline." I said.  


          End Part 36/56 Continued in part 37/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 37/56
Summary: Arline tries masochism.  Our hero makes an
enormous mistake. 

Keywords: b,bg,F/b,bd,b/F,nc,sm,drug,ds,anal,oral,piv
creampie,ws,vore,toys

           Arline Goes Riding High. (Part 2)

     Arline continued to beat me until every inch of my 
ass was bright red.  Dissatisfied, Arline went into her 
room grabbed the guy with the gun's bag and returned.  
Then she took out the blowtorch and lit it.  She began 
heating the rod up while I waited with anticipation for 
her.  
     I wasn't sure why, but suddenly, I became 
apprehensive about the prospect of having the poker 
shoved up my ass.  I guess, high as I was, I wasn't so 
high that rational thought was completely gone.  
     "Mistress Arline," I said, "you don't want to do 
this.  Remember how you felt when the guy did it to 
you.  Surely, you can find another way to punish me.  
Remember about how you said that the customers might 
complain if they see grill marks on my ass. and how 
it's likely that afterward I'd be all crusty inside and 
how that might be a turn off for them."  
     Arline paused for a minute.  "I don't want to hear 
it."  She said.  With that, she put the torch and the 
rod down.  Then she went to the closet and pulled out 
the ball gag, stuffed it into my mouth and tied the 
strap behind my head.  "Now what do you have to say for 
yourself." she asked.  
     "Uhh, uhuh uhuh huh huhuhu... etc." I answered 
panicked.  It wasn't the most eloquent statement I'd 
ever made, I guess, but I hoped that my anxiety and 
concern had come through in the muffled verbiage.  
     Arline smiled and began heating the rod again.  
Just then, the flame died.  The torch had run out of 
fuel.  "Shit" said Arline.  She stuck the rod up my ass 
anyway but it was barely warm.  For some reason, I was 
almost as discouraged as she appeared to be.  I figured 
it had to be the drugs.  
     I began to grapple with the possibility that 
maybe, I really wanted Arline to do it.  Why?  I 
wondered.  I decided that I probably just wanted to get 
it over with.  After Arline did it to me, she would be 
satisfied, and would stop holding it over my head.  
Then I thought, maybe I just wanted to brave it.  If 
Arline could take it, then so could I, and after that 
she would respect me.  No, I thought, maybe I really 
just want to know how it feels.  After Arline did it to 
me, I would be satisfied.  Agonized, but satisfied.  
Then it occurred to me that I probably wanted her to do 
it in order to give me some sort of sexual thrill.  
Incredible as it sounded.  I realized that I was 
actually looking forward to having her do it.  
     Did I really want this?  I wondered.  Yes, I did.  
I decided that I would try to encourage her to go to 
the hardware store and get a new gas canister.  
     Dejectedly, Arline removed the ball gag, untied me 
and left the room.  I staggered off to her room to be 
with my party girl and to put my plan regarding the 
hardware store into action.  I was pretty stoned.  When 
I got inside her room I said "Don't worry, Mistress 
Arline, I won't really feel it now anyway.  We'll get a 
new gas canister and then you can do it to me sometime 
when I can really feel it."  I said cordially.  
     After four days, the pills ran out and we were 
faced with withdrawal.  While Melina and I were ready 
for this to happen, Arline wasn't.  She made a couple 
of phone calls and drove off.  When she got back, she 
had a plastic sandwich bag filled with pills, which she 
tossed casually on her dresser after forcing me to 
swallow two.  
     Melina was not happy.  During the few days while 
the original pills lasted, Melina had lived pretty much 
on a steady diet of bottled water, antibiotics and ham 
and cheese sandwiches.  She was hoping that once the 
pills ran out, she would get a better quality of care 
from us.  
     Now, it appeared that Arline had gotten enough 
pills to last a long time.  So it didn't look like 
Melina was going to be well cared for anytime soon.  
Moreover, we were rapidly running out of food.  Arline 
had long ago learned the lesson that one couldn't drive 
stoned out on downs, so it began to look as if Melina 
was going to starve.   
     The next day, it dawned on me that masochism and 
sadism were two sides of the same coin and one did not 
necessarily have to choose a side.  Dreaming up 
tortures to use on myself had become as stimulating as 
receiving those tortures, and I began to imagine using 
those tortures on other people.  I got high just 
thinking about how it would feel to do such and such to 
myself, then, about doing it to someone else, Melina 
perhaps.  Arline and I began dreaming up things to do 
to me, then Arline would do those things to me, and 
then usually, we would have sex.  
     One luxury in which I never indulged, was to 
consider using the tortures on Arline.  That seemed 
sacrilegious.  Verboten.  Warped.  Arline, I guess, was 
my mother figure after all, and I would not allow 
myself to debase her image.  To derive pleasure out of 
hurting her seemed, well despicable.  It seemed so 
immoral to me that I never discussed it with her.  It 
just never occurred to me as something that would 
logically follow in our relationship.  
     So when she asked me that day if I ever considered 
"wielding the switch."  I got angry with her and didn't 
talk to her for the rest of the day.  Eventually, after 
the silence, it occurred to me that perhaps she felt 
guilty about being so mean to me, but I rationalized 
that she was just punishing me to be a good mother.  
Maybe she was a little rigid, a little over the top, 
but not unreasonable.  
     I resolved to talk to her the next day and 
straighten things out with her.  
     The next day I got up and we showered as usual.  
We had breakfast and I began to talk about my feelings 
over the meal.  "I know I haven't always been the best 
son ever.  I'm willful, careless, insensitive, 
disobedient, and I deflowered your daughter."  I was 
off to a bad start.  Arline already had her hackles up.  
She raised an eyebrow and peered at me through one eye.  
Her hand was reaching towards her lash.  "Maybe we can 
talk about this later."  I suggested.  
     "What do you want?" she asked impatiently.  
     "Well, you asked me if I thought I might like to 
uh... afflict you, and I didn't think it was my place 
to uh... do that, and I got mad at you, uh... and 
didn't talk to you and I had time to consider things, 
and so I was thinking uh... that maybe, you just feel 
guilty about being so uh... austere with me and all, 
but I like it, and I don't think you are uh... mean to 
me at all, and besides I deserve to be uh... chastised 
by you, I'm not a perfect person uh..."  
     "Get to the point."  Said Arline.  She was now 
rolling the switch on the table as she so frequently 
did when she was getting ready to beat me.  I was 
getting hot.  
     "Oh God" I thought, this wasn't going the way I 
hoped it would.  I reached over and intentionally 
spilled the glass of pee, which was sitting in front of 
me.  Arline grabbed my leash and pulled me to the other 
side of the table.  Then she struck me ten times on the 
ass with the switch.  The hot flashing waves of pain 
were at once, calming me down and causing an erection, 
which now was bouncing against the table.  
     By now, I had given up on my conversation and was 
hoping Arline would soon take me into her room, tie me 
down, beat me with her switch, then force me to fuck 
her, against my will the way I loved to have her do it.  
Most of that happened.  
     First Arline led me into her room, and then she 
tied me up, face down, spread eagle on her bed.  She 
had leather restraints for my wrists and ankles on her 
bed just for this purpose, and then she whipped the 
shit out of me aiming for the crack of my ass.  Then 
she forced me to eat her out.  
.     Following that, Arline remained on top of my face 
and said "So, what's on your mind." 
     Arline totally covered my face when she sat on 
me and it was a running joke for her to ask me 
questions that way, because, of course I couldn't 
be understood beneath her organs.  Arline grabbed me 
by the balls and started squeezing them.  
        "Again." she said.  
        I began licking her outside and in, shallow, deep, 
front and back.  By now I was intimately familiar with 
her organs and knew intuitively, just how to please 
her.  She was always harder to get off the second time, 
but when she wanted something, she wanted it, and she 
was not one to accept any other outcome.  
        I stuck my tongue deep inside and ran the tip of 
it down the front of her vagina to the clitoris, all 
the while holding her labia minora and stimulating them 
gently between the corners of my mouth and the sides of 
my tongue.  She began rocking back and forth in time to 
my licking and eventually began breathing heavily.  I 
continued licking and soon she was making the same 
high-pitched squeaking noise that Melina made prior to 
her climaxing.  I continued working my tongue and 
Arline orgasmed for a while splashing me with creamy 
liquid, which I recognized as the fruit of my labor.  
        "Okay" said Arline, "What's this all about?"  
Arline rolled off me and onto the bed alongside me.  My 
thoughts were now coherent and well organized.  "Well, 
earlier this week you said, you might uh... like to be 
uh... tied up sometime."  
        Arline said "Yes..."  
        "And uh ... Maybe uh... stimulated somewhat ... uh 
... What did you call it?...  uh...  Hurt, that was 
it."   
        Arline said "Umhumm maybe."  
        "I was resistant to the idea, at first and now I 
realize perhaps I was perhaps a little selfish too."  
        "Selfish?" asked Arline.  
        "You know... wanting to keep all the fun for 
myself.  Does this make any sense?"  
        "No." said Arline.  
        "You said you might want me to uh... hurt you 
sometime.  Is that true?"  
        "Well..." said Arline.  She sounded like she was 
afraid to admit it, but she wanted join in on the fun, 
or at least to try it.  
        "Maybe a little" she said.  "What would you do?"  
        If she weren't stoned on downers, she probably 
would never have agreed.  This did not occur to me.  
        I thought about it, and I decided that Arline 
needed a highly controlled and structured environment.  
Whatever I did, it would have to be prepared in advance 
and okayed by her, or she wouldn't accept it.  
        This presented a problem because part of the 
mystique of bondage and masochism lay in the fact that 
the person doing the tying up, (the top) was totally in 
control of the situation and the person being bound by 
him or her, (the bottom) was totally helpless to do 
anything about it, that is to say has no control over 
the situation.  The lack of control is a key stimulus 
in the relationship.  Having a series of events that 
was planned too well, would spoil all of that suspense 
for both parties.  
        "Let me sleep on it" I said. (When I woke up the next day, I found that I had been sleeping on it, and it was hard and long.) 
        The next day, I went to Arline after lunch and 
showed her a sheet of paper.  On it, I had written some 
ideas that I had.  I was going to tie her naked to her 
bed and...  "Face up or face down" she asked.  
        "Which would you prefer?"  I asked.  
        "Face down" she said.  
        "Okay" I said.  
        "Legs together or spread apart?"  She asked.  
        "Which would you prefer?"  I asked.  
        "Legs together" she said.  
        "Okay," I said.  I could see all the intrigue was 
going to be spoiled our by her controlling nature.  
"Let's start," I said.   
        We went into Arline's bedroom.  Arline reluctantly 
began removing her leather glove, I collected the stuff 
and dropped it into a hamper as she discarded them.  
"You won't need these anymore," I said.  
         Then she lay down on her bed and I placed the 
leather wrist cuffs on her, face down, and buckled them 
tightly.  "Not so tight" she said.  
        "Too late now" I said, "I've already buckled 
them."  
        "Don't restrain my legs."  She said.  
        "It won't be much fun if you are too loose, you'll 
just flop around.  Don't worry, I won't do them too 
tightly" I said.  
        "Okay" she said.  I restrained her legs solidly.  
By the time she realized I had tightened the restraints 
to the max, she was unable to move.  
        "Hey" she said, "you said it wouldn't be too 
tight."  
        "I lied," I said merrily.  With that, I pinched 
her ass cheek fiercely and twisted it around.  
        "Owwww" screamed Arline loudly.  
        "By the way, go ahead and scream if you want to.  
Nobody can hear you."  I said gloatingly.  (God, did I 
enjoy saying that.)  
        I ran to the freezer, pulled a couple of trays of 
ice cubes out and began stuffing them up Arline's 
asshole.  They were large, square, had sharp corners, 
and were of course ice cold.  Arline tried to dislodge 
them but I kept them going in faster than she could 
shit them out and they began backing up.  
        Arline started screaming again "Go ahead and 
scream" I said smiling.  (God, it felt good to say 
that.)  
        I ran around the room looking for more things to 
stuff up her ass, and found a dildo, a bottle of Anti- 
perspirant and some batteries.  All of them went inside.  
Then I took a bite of her ass cheek, not much, just 
the tiny amount with my front teeth, but I bit down hard.  
I actually tore off a very small piece of her ass, 
chewed it up and swallowed it.  
        Arline screamed.  I continued to suck on the wound 
until it stopped bleeding.  "That was yummy," I said.  
"Maybe instead of eating you out, next time I'll eat 
you up for a change."  I said.  "I've always wanted to 
eat cunt.  (In more ways than one.)  
        I began spanking her ass cheeks severely, so hard 
in fact, that it hurt my hand, but I didn't stop.  All 
the while, she kept trying to eject the dildo and the 
batteries, but I just kept on stuffing them back in.  
Water from the ice cubes was leaking out, but I kept 
lapping it up and spanking her hard.  I had to reckon 
with the fact that inflicting pain on someone was hard 
work.  Not as hard as having pain inflicted on you, but 
no cake walk either.  
        Arline began crying for the first time since my 
father went missing.  "Oh, so you can dish it out, but 
you can't take it" I said dispassionately.  
        "Okay, that's enough" Arline said.  She had that 
"or else" tone in her voice.  
        I knew the penalty for not obeying her when she 
did that, would be severe, but I wasn't ready to stop, 
I was drunk with power. (Not to mention stoned with 
downs.)  I wasn't being vindictive, or trying to get 
revenge for all the times she had hurt me.  I just 
decided that I was going to give her what I thought 
would be a "gratifying" experience.  
        Eventually, I ran into Arline's switch.  An evil 
smile crossed my lips as I put my hands on it and held 
it in my grasp.  I could feel the power it possessed.  
Firm, round, black, and potent.  "Payback is a mother 
fucker." (So to speak.)  I said.  I brought the lash down brutally on her ass.  Arline lurched forward and screamed.  The switch left a nice red mark, which began swelling up in front of my eyes.  "Huh," I said, satisfied.  "So that's what you see in this!  Pretty cool."  Before Arline could respond, I struck again.  
        "Okay, that does it."  Arline yelled angrily.    
        "I'm not done yet."  I answered loudly.  Arline 
did not respond.  
        I struck her again.  This time, Arline didn't 
lurch forward, she didn't scream, she didn't do 
anything.  I struck again.  There was still no response 
from Arline.  I remembered how Arline had stopped 
responding when the guy with the gun beat her.  I 
wondered how she could turn her responses off, just 
like that.  I wondered if I had brought her over the 
edge like the guy had.  
        I paused and ran my hand over her ass.  Arline now 
had four nice, red, swollen lash marks.  I began to 
worry that Arline was not going to play the game 
anymore, and was going to spoil all the fun.  
        Then I began to worry about the repercussions of 
my not having stopped when she gave me my warning.  
Arline was now obviously really angry.  Attempting to 
absolve myself, I said "I'm sorry Arline.  I've crossed 
the line.  I know.  I was just trying to please you.  
Aren't you at least a little glad I was so uh... austere 
with you?"  
        Arline did not respond.  
        "I didn't know you were through playing the game 
till it was too late."  I said.  
        Arline did not respond.  
        "Please, Arline, give me some slack, I'll never do 
it again."  
        Arline did not respond.  
        The words "deep shit" prophetic as they are in my 
case, don't begin to describe the trouble I now 
realized that I was in.  After Arline stopped 
responding , I knew eventually, I was going to feel her 
wrath.  She was going to exact her revenge on me one 
way or another.  
        "Untie me you little piss head."  
        I began untying the restraints immediately.  I 
figured I had better not displease her any further.  
        Arline rolled over in the bed and spread her legs 
apart.  "Fuck me."  She said.  "Do a good job and I 
won't use the hot poker."  
        Fortunately, for me, I had found the experience 
exhilarating, and erotic.  I was sporting an attractive 
hard-on.  Also fortunate for me, Arline had also found 
the experience to be arousing.  I began to think that I 
might actually survive the mistake.  Arline asking for 
straight sex though, that was a bad sign.  I decided 
that it was the drugs talking, not her and I climbed on 
top.  I reached over and kissed her.  Big mistake. 
        "What the fuck are you doing?"  She yelled.  "I 
asked you to fuck me not to stick your tongue in my 
mouth.  You swallow scum with that tongue.  Ahhhhhhhhh.  
Barf" she said.  I stuck my dick inside her and 
resolved not to kiss her again, ever.  
        Arline was hot from the molestation I had 
inflicted upon her, though she was not going to admit 
it.  So it wasn't long before she began going through 
the stages of orgasm.  Soon she reached a heightened 
shrieking climax.  She put her legs up around my waist 
and closed them in a vise like grip.  She had never 
done this to me before and I found it extremely erotic.  
        Arline kept grinding on me and eventually her 
action stimulated me until I began tingling.  I wanted 
to stop and tried to get off her, but she had locked 
her legs around me and was now also hugging me around 
my neck.  
        "Let me go, Mistress Arline."  I said in 
desperation.  
        Arline kept rocking her hips.  Finally, I could 
resist no longer and when I climaxed, I came deep 
inside of her.  Arline suddenly pushed me off her and 
screamed.  "Noooooooooooooooo."  She reached inside 
herself in disbelief.  Then she screamed angrily and 
loudly "Suck it out."  I realize It's terribly clich�, 
but if looks could kill, I was going to die in the most 
horrible way possible.   
        With that, she pushed me over, jumped on top of my 
face and began peeing.  I held the urine in my mouth 
and then blew it back up into her vagina as I had done 
when the doctor did her.  I kept taking it in and 
letting it out.  Recycling it, many times.  The nectar 
was polluted with my own sperm and I could taste it, 
but Arline was desperate and I was remorseful.  
        Eventually the fluid disappeared as it had done 
the previous times and Arline got off the bed.  I knew  
I was in for it.  Arline picked me up by my balls and 
pulled me to the bathroom.  This was tortuous.  She 
whirled me around and into the bathtub, and turned on 
the water.  After the shower got warm, she got in, 
grabbed the hose and removed the showerhead.  
        Arline jammed the hose up her pussy so hard it 
couldn't have been comfortable.  It appeared to be in a 
full ten inches.  I had no idea she was so deep.  
Arline wasn't a large person; she was just bigger than 
I was.  But she obviously did have a large capacity.  
I'm not the smallest guy in the world, the ruler says 
eight and a half inches, but I fit easily inside her 
with room to spare.  I now wondered how deep Melina 
was.  She used to be pretty snug, though after the 
months of violation, I wasn't so sure about that any 
more.  
        Anyhow, Arline continued irrigating the area for 
about an hour.  After that, she got out of the shower 
and grabbed me by the balls again.  "Get me a towel."  
She said.  I pointed to my balls and made a gesture 
that I thought would suggest to Arline that I needed 
them to go with me.  
        "I know what I'm doing," she said.  "Get moving."  
She began squeezing my balls brutally.  
        This was obviously supposed to hurt.  I pulled 
away.  It did hurt, but I made it away and got her a 
towel.  I draped the towel over her and rubbed her dry, 
gently.  
        

          End Part 37/56 Continued in part 38/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 38/56
Summary: Arline exacts a very severe reprisal on our 
hero.  Arline gets chummy with our hero. 
Keywords: F/b,bd,rim,sad,tort,viol,drug,ws,copr,anal,
ht,oral,piv,vore,creampie,rom        

 
                 A Hot Game Of Poker.

     Arline grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me to 
the parlor.  She bound me securely to the sawhorse.  As 
usual, she had my dick and balls impaled on the saw-
toothed crossbeam.    
     Arline tested the ropes that bound me to the 
support, they were better than usual.  Next she took 
out the duct tape she used to spread my cheeks apart.  
She taped my ass cheeks apart and I expected that she 
was preparing me for the incense in the asshole game.  
     But then she left the room, and when she returned 
she was carrying the guy with the gun's bag.  She dug 
around inside and then pulled something out.  
"Surprise" Arline said.  She held out her hand.  In it 
was a brand new canister of propane gas, the kind the 
torch used.  She had bought it when she went to score 
the downs.  
     At that point, it was obvious that I was no longer 
going to have to wait to find out what it felt like to 
have a red-hot poker shoved into my ass.  The long days 
of anticipation were over.  Despite the conspicuous 
severity of this punishment, I was surprisingly 
ambivalent about it.  It probably had something to do 
with the drugs Arline had made me take.  They were 
making it hard for me to feel anything about anything.  
     Arline pulled the old gas canister out of the bag 
and began to remove the valve from it.  She held it in 
front of me rotating it slowly and deliberately, making 
sure I watched her.  Then, she screwed it onto the new 
canister, just as slowly and deliberately.  She looked 
inside the bag for a lighter.  It had apparently 
disappeared, and finding none, she ran off into her 
bedroom saying, "Don't go anywhere.  I'll be right 
back."  
     She was.  
     By then I was beginning to become a little 
apprehensive about having her do it, realizing that it 
likely was not going to be as much fun as I had hoped.  
But by then it was far too late to do anything about 
it.  Arline had made up her mind, and once she made up 
her mind, whatever she had decided to do, was going to 
happen.  Nothing I could say or do would make any 
difference to her.  
     That didn't stop me from trying.  I began by 
trying to reason with her.  "Mistress Arline, you don't 
want to do this.  Remember, you were worried that it 
would make me crusty inside and therefore less 
desirable for your clients."  
     Arline said "We'll cross that bridge when we come 
to it, besides, that might be a turn on for some of 
them."  
     "Mistress Arline, you said it might be a turn off 
if I have grill marks on my ass."  I suggested.  
     "Don't worry, that's why I taped your cheeks apart 
like that."  Said Arline.  
     "I might be out of commission for a while, and 
with Melina on the injured list there will be no steady 
source of income."  I said.  
     "Actually, I have a bit of money saved up.  I'm 
sure we'll be able to hold out until the two of you 
recover.  Well at least until she does.  Maybe you 
won't."  She responded smiling.  
     "Mistress Arline, this is going to hurt a lot.  
Remember how much it hurt when it happened to you?  
Surely, you must be sympathetic having gone through 
this yourself.  You don't want to put me through this."  
I said.  "I'm not as strong as you are, I'll never 
recover."  I burst into tears.  
     Arline responded, "Stop crying baby.  Dear child, 
don't downplay your strengths, you're better than you 
think you are.  At least that's what I think.  And 
don't worry; I won't think any less of you if I'm 
wrong.  Besides, what's the worst that can happen?"  
     "You might permanently damage my asshole?  I might 
be out of business for life."  I wept.  
     "I'm not worried."  Said Arline.  She lit the 
lighter and began playing with the flame for my 
benefit.  
     I was desperate.  "Mistress Arline I'm sorry for 
whatever I did to deserve this.  I'll never do it 
again."  I sobbed.  
     "It's too late to be sorry now, the damage is 
done."  Arline said.  She lit the blowtorch with the 
lighter and began playing with the valve holding it in 
front of my face, turning the flame higher and lower.  
     "What did I ever do to deserve this?"  I asked.  
     Arline stared at the flame for a while as if she 
was looking for a satisfactory answer in it.  Then she 
giggled.  "Um...  I guess, you were a shitty lay."  
     "But I always gave you long, loud, satisfying 
orgasms.  I never stopped until you told me to or you 
got off me.  You said you loved it."  
     "Yeah...  I guess so.  Don't worry; I'm sure 
there's a good reason.  Oh... that's right..."  Then 
she screamed "You tortured me after I told you to stop.  
Then you shot scum inside my holy temple."  She put the 
torch down, went back into the bag and removed the 
steel rod.  Then she began heating it up.  
     "I'm really sorry. Mistress Arline.  I'll never do 
it again.  Anyhow, you said it made you hot and you 
said if I fucked you well enough after that, you 
wouldn't do this.  And I did a good job, didn't I?"  
     "But then you came inside me."  She said.  The rod 
was now turning red.  "Oh, by the way, go ahead and 
scream.  Nobody can hear you," she whispered, wearing 
her evil smile.  
     Tears were rolling down my cheeks.  I had taken my 
best shot and now it looked like I had missed the 
target and failed.  "I couldn't help myself, you were 
so hot.  Surely there's something I can do or say that 
will stop this madness."  I said.  
     Arline paused.  She stared long and hard at the 
rod, which was now glowing bright red.  "Are you really 
sorry?  Do you promise never to do it again?"  
     "Yes Mistress Arline I am really sorry.  I will 
never do it again."  I said, a thread of hope coursing 
through my brain.  
     "Maybe I'll have mercy on you and just burn you on 
the balls."  She said.  
     Somehow, that sounded better than the alternative.  
I was hopeful.  "Yes, do that."  I said.
     "Naaaaaaaaah" she said.  With that, she plunged 
the rod into my back door.
     The rod made the same loud fart like noise that it 
had when the guy with the gun did it to her.
     For about the first second, I didn't feel 
anything.  But then, O H    M Y   G O D  ! ! !.  The 
pain engulfed me like nothing I'd ever felt before.  It 
was a tidal wave that I could feel in every fiber of my 
body.  I screamed so loudly Arline held her ears.  She 
was smiling.  
     I lurched forward on the support so hard it 
collapsed under me.  All four legs kind of keeled over 
and everything wound up on the floor, myself included.  
The room became filled with smoke which smelled like 
burned pork and shit.  
     Immediately I understood why Arline had puked when 
the man did her.  I began to toss my cookies 
uncontrollably.  This wasn't easy I was clenching my 
teeth.  Fortunately there wasn't much to bring up, just 
a few pills, but that didn't stop me from trying 
anyhow.  I just kept gagging and retching.  Next, I 
began gasping for breath between heaves.  My body 
started shivering.  I clenched my fists so tightly that 
my fingers and wrist muscles began aching.  
     Arline bent over and looked me in the eye.  She 
was still smiling.  "Bet you're sorry now."  She said.  
     I couldn't answer her, I just kept gasping.  
     If I could have spoken at that moment, I would 
have told her that the only things that I was really 
sorry about, was for having satisfied her bizarre 
sexual appetites all those times.  And for having 
obeyed her extraordinary demands all those times.  And 
for being there, for her to abuse in order to release 
her hostility at my expense.  And for letting her beat 
me when she was angry at me or Melina and when she was 
frustrated or wanted to be turned on or when or she 
just wanted to be mean to someone.  And for fucking, 
and sucking, and being buggered, and stuck, and 
whipped, and poked, and pinched, and pulled on, and 
tortured, and raped, by her and all of her customers 
and for smiling afterward "have a nice day" as if I had 
enjoyed the experience, just to keep them happy for 
her.   
     I would have told her I wasn't sorry for coming 
inside her or for having hurt her when I played sadist, 
or for the unkind words I had said to her following 
Melina's injury, or for having deflowered Melina or for 
anything bad I had ever done to her.  
     I would have told her that Melina was too good for 
her and so was I.  That she didn't deserve us.  I would 
have told her that when she fell asleep in the bath 
water, I was now wishing that I had let her drown, 
except that would have been too good for her.  I wanted 
to strangle her myself.  Put a pillow over her face 
while she wasn't stoned and was wide awake so she could 
feel the life drain from her own body, and so that I 
could watch it happen.  
     I now knew where she had gotten the chutzpah to 
shoot the guy with his own gun.  If only I had the gun, 
I would have used it on her.
     Arline had not yet removed the rod.  I realized 
she probably wasn't going to.  As yet, I was unable to 
move to do it.  I was literally seeing stars, as my 
eyelids were nigh well, glued shut and my eyeballs were 
driven up to the top of their sockets.  
     Then, suddenly, the pain was gone.  It seemed as 
if I was floating above my sprawled body, looking down, 
watching it writhe and tremble.  I remember saying 
"that poor child needs to sleep."  Then I must have 
blacked out because I awoke and it was night outside.  
The downers had worn off.  
     Arline was gone.  I was on the floor.  I was in 
incredible pain.  I was still on top of the sawhorse, 
but the legs had collapsed and I was untied.  I reached 
behind me.  The rod was still in my asshole, but I did 
not possess the strength to remove it.  I tried to push 
my body onto my feet, but they wouldn't hold.  I tried 
to crawl off the two by fours, which had originally 
formed the brace and the saw-toothed crossbeam, but my 
legs wouldn't cooperate.  
     I remembered how I had used the analogy of a red-
hot poker being shoved up my ass to describe the 
sensation when Arline and Melina had exploded that 
firecracker in my asshole.  I now knew that I had 
seriously underestimated the impact of the severity of 
the pain of the real thing.  I realized that I had 
definitely been wrong about enjoying the experience, 
and probably wouldn't be enjoying it at any point in 
the near future either.  Also I realized that compared 
to a red-hot poker, the firecracker was a walk in the 
park, not that our walk in the park had been any sort 
of gratifying experience.  
     Arline walked in with a bottle of water.  She 
leered at me and said "You looked like you needed a 
nap, so I let you rest for a while.  I was coming in 
here to revive you with this."  Arline gestured toward 
the bottle of water she was carrying.  Instead, of 
handing it to me, she poured it over me.  Then she took 
a drink from it.  "I guess you would probably like some 
pills right now.  Start with those."  She pointed to 
the ones I had puked out earlier; they were just 
beneath my face on the floor just out of lapping 
distance.  
     When I did not respond, Arline yelled, "Lick them 
up."  She waited a second then placed her hand on the 
rod, which was still sticking out of my ass, and 
twisted it.  
     I thought the pain I was feeling couldn't be 
worse, but I was wrong.  Arline had increased it many 
fold by moving the rod.  "Do it."  She said.
     Bending my neck to reach the puke with my tongue 
was not easy.  Any movement I tried to make was 
excruciating.  But it was better than risking having 
Arline twist that rod again.  I contorted my body, 
craning my neck through the pain, until I reached the 
vomit and completely licked up the bitter, sour mess.  
     Arline held her hand out.  "Come on."  She said, 
"the worst is over.  Take my hand and I'll help you to 
your room."  I looked up at her to see if she had one 
of those evil smiles she wore when she was ready to 
ambush me.  She seemed sincere.  
     "Would you please take the rod out?"  I asked.  
     Arline now gave me one of those smiles.  "I'm 
going to leave it in you from now on, to use as a 
handle.  You can lie on your stomach when we get to 
your bed."  I believed her.  
     Then Arline reached out and grabbed my arms.  She 
lifted me up onto my feet, but try as I may, my legs 
wouldn't bear my weight, wouldn't even straighten out.  
I began moaning loudly.  
     "It's a bitch, ain't it?"  Arline said, in mock 
sympathy.  She let me go and I collapsed painfully back 
onto the floor.  
     Arline then dragged me back to my room by my arm 
with my limp body flopping around, and the rod dragging 
across the floor and rug.  I was screaming again.  She 
picked me up in both arms and threw me face down on my 
bed.  Then she left the room.  I just lay there and 
cried.  When Arline returned a half hour or so later, 
the downs had begun to work.  I was lying on my now, 
tear stained pillow.  
     "Do you feel better now?"  She asked.  
     I did feel better.  I was still in unimaginable 
pain, but stoned as I was, I didn't mind it as much.  
Arline put on one of those evil smiles.  She grabbed 
one of the pieces of duct tape and pulled it off.  
There was tremendous pain as my blistered sphincter 
tightened against the still inserted rod.  Then she 
pulled off the other piece of tape.  Same deal.  "Let's 
see how your handle works."  She said.  
     Arline put her hand on the rod and pulled it.  It 
slid easily from my rectum.  Well easy for her, I saw 
stars again.  "Shit." she said dejectedly.  "Guess I'm 
going to have to stick it back in till it attaches 
itself...  Just kidding."  Then she flipped me over 
painfully onto my back (and ass) and climbed onto my 
face.  "I hope you're ready for dinner, because now 
you're going to service me."  With that, she centered 
her butt hole over my mouth.  "Ready?"  She asked.  
     I Knew she wasn't "just kidding" I figured she 
would stick the rod back up my ass if I didn't take 
care of her, so I opened up ready to receive her load.  
It was nice, firm, tart butt brownie.  It slid easily 
down my throat after just a bit of chewing.  She 
delivered it slowly and I appreciated her being so 
patient with me.  
     "Hurry up and clean me off."  She said.    
     Arline got up and stuck something in my mouth.  It 
was two pills.  Then she said "let's wash them down, 
shall we?"  She climbed back on top and started 
urinating almost immediately.  It started backing up in 
my mouth, and some spilled.  Arline felt it.  
     "Don't worry, I don't really care," she said.  
"It's your bed after all."  I swallowed hard and caught 
up with the stream.  The pills went down with the first 
gulp and I took the rest of her nectar in several 
swigs.  I was grateful for her rinsing out my mouth.  
     "That poker made me really hot.  I bet it made you 
hot too?  (In more ways than one.)  Prepare yourself 
this is going to hurt.  She turned around and sat down 
on my erect penis, putting pressure on my ass and 
causing Technicolor pain.  I screamed again.  Arline 
said "That's music to my ears" and began gyrating her 
hips.  This caused even move spectacular pain, and my 
screaming caused Arline to reach the squeaking stage 
almost immediately.  "Quit squirming and don't scream 
so loud" she said breathlessly.
     I was not in control of either my screaming or my 
squirming or our fucking or anything.  Arline was.  And 
that's how she liked it.  
     Her ass came up and down time after time as she 
pounded me again and again taking advantage of the 
giant erection the pain was causing.  She put her 
fingers in her ears when my screaming got too loud for 
her, and she appeared to be having the best time ever.  
     Do to the bouncing, I was highly distracted by the 
pain she was causing, and wasn't able to climax.  It 
seemed to me however, that she was experiencing the 
climax of her orgasm for longer than I could ever 
remember.  
     Finally satisfied, she rolled off me and sat on my 
face.  I began licking her tasty organs and she bent 
over and began sucking my dick.  With my face busily 
buried in her bush, I felt her lips pressing firmly 
against my penis.  Without her pounding me, the 
pressure began building.  Before long, my genitals were 
tingling and burning.  Arline stuck her cunt firmly 
onto my face.  After one last stroke, I climaxed 
vigorously.  This was a mixed blessing.  While my dick 
felt an unprecedented torrent of orgasm, my ass felt an 
unlimited assault of pain.  I screamed again as Arline 
sucked the sperm out of me, which again, felt both good 
and bad.  
     "Mmmmmmm" she said.  Then she bent over and kissed 
me.  When she did that, she spit my semen from inside 
her mouth into my mouth and said "swallow."  I was 
screaming so hard I couldn't swallow.  Arline forced my 
mouth open and looked inside.  She grabbed the poker 
held it up for me to see.  Slowly, in a low voice she 
said "swallow."  I did.  
     By now the pills she had recently given me were 
taking affect on top of the ones I already taken with 
my puke.  I was feeling a lot better.  Arline decided 
to take a bath with me and yanked me into the bathroom, 
with my ass dragging across the floor, and then she 
lifted me up and dropped me into the tub.  Ouch!  
Arline turned the water on and waited until it got hot.  
     The hot water at once soothed me and burned me.  
"Move over" Arline said cordially.  I did my best to 
draw my legs up to make room for her, but that would 
have required me to bend my ass.  I couldn't do that, 
so I moved to the far side of the tub laying the long 
way facing the drain, hoping Arline would not take 
offense.  She smiled affectionately and warmly, and got 
into the tub parallel to me, facing in the same 
direction.  I couldn't remember her having gotten this 
close to me ever, even during sex.  
     "I'm sorry I had to do this to you.  It probably 
wasn't the nicest thing to do.  But I've always wanted 
to do that to somebody.  Besides you've been getting 
too uppity lately.  That incident with the ice cubes 
really pissed me off.  I had to put you in your place 
and show you who's boss.  Besides that, you came inside 
me.  You know how I feel about sperm.  You don't 
despise me for doing it, do you honey?"  Asked Arline.  
     Arline was being palsy-walsy with me and I didn't 
want to spoil the moment by telling her the truth.  She 
might decide to use the poker again.  Besides, I loved 
her when she was being like this.  Somehow, moments 
like this no matter how seldom they occurred, made me 
forget all the bad things she had ever done to me, and 
made me glad to be her son.  
     Suddenly, I became horrified to think that I would 
prostitute myself for such a miniscule speck of 
tenderness.  I was an affection whore.  Arline could 
beat me, abuse me, shove red-hot pokers up my ass and 
force me to munch on her all day long, but all she 
really had to do was to hug me, kiss me gently on the 
cheek occasionally or call me honey and I would be her 
devoted slave.  
     I lay there next to her, our bodies side by side, 
touching.  I listened to the shower sprinkling down 
upon us like rain, without talking, still drenched in a 
monsoon of pain, but happy.  Maybe it was the drugs.  
     Arline got up and removed the showerhead.  Then 
lay back down and began to unscrew the showerhead.  
"Please don't do that, it dilutes your flavor."  I 
said.  
     "You really like my flavor?" asked Arline.  
     "Yes, I love it."  I answered.  
      Arline was impressed.  "That's one of the nicest 
things anybody's ever said about me."  She said.  
     "You really mean that?"  I asked.  
     "Not really, I'm just surprised you would like 
something so disgusting, slimy and awful tasting."  She 
said.  
     "It's an acquired taste.  I live for it, I'd die 
for it."  I answered.  "Wait a minute; you know what it 
tastes like?"  I asked incredulously.  
     "I was young once," she said.  
     For the first time ever, it occurred to me that 
maybe Arline's childhood had been as tough as mine was.  
"Young?"  I asked.  
     "Don't get me started; I don't want to talk about 
it.  You don't need to know about it, and I don't want 
to remember.  That was a long time ago and I've worked 
hard to forget about It." she said crossly.   
     Arline was twenty-five.  I figured "a long time 
ago" had to be in subjective years.  I decided not to 
meddle.  I didn't want this moment to end.  
     "Anyway" said Arline, "This isn't for me, I got it 
down for you."  With that, she completed unscrewing the 
head.  "Turn over."  She said.  
     "Please Mistress Arline; I don't want you to do 
that.  It's going to hurt a lot."  I said.  
     "We need to uh... irrigate you to uh... reduce the 
threat of infection.  Do it for me."  She replied 
sweetly.  
     I figured the moment of tenderness was ending 
anyway, and turned over onto my stomach.  That wasn't 
as easy as it sounded.  Arline had to help.  "You're 
right, I guess, this is going to hurt."  She said.  
With that, she thrust the hose deeply into my back 
door.  It might not have been so bad if it wasn't for 
the threads on the end of the hose.  They scraped 
against the raw, burned area inside my asshole and, I 
screamed loudly.  
     When the water started backing up, it began to 
flush out my colon.  Arline made a face.  There was a 
good bit of blood and several pieces of burned flesh 
came out.  She expected the blood but the flesh caught 
her by surprise.  She grabbed hold of one small piece, 
stuck it into her mouth and began chewing.  Then she 
swallowed.  "It's good," she said smiling.  
     Then she grabbed a piece and stuck it in my mouth.  
"Try it."  She demanded.  I spit it out disgusted.  She 
put her hand on the hose and twisted it slightly, 
causing me to convulse in agony. Then she grabbed the 
piece and stuck it back into my mouth.  I chewed it up.  
It tasted like pork.  I gagged on it but managed to 
swallow it.  
     "Good.  Isn't it?"  She said nonchalantly.  "Maybe 
I'll make this for dinner someday."  
     The water kept running and eventually wound up 
going deep inside to where it usually went when Arline 
gave me enemas.  She did not remove the hose and as the 
pressure built up, I kept getting more and more full.  
Eventually, my muscles began to reject the water and 
out it came along with lots and lots of shit.  Arline 
didn't seem angry even though it soiled the bath and 
clogged the drain.  She just put her foot over the 
drain and squished the turds down clearing it.  She 
seemed to be handling the experience well.  Maybe it 
was because she'd been there.  
     Arline then got one of those evil smiles on her 
face.  She began turning off the cold water slowly.  
The rinse water began to get warmer and warmer.  Not 
that it didn't already hurt, but now the water was 
getting unbearably hot.  Hotter than we usually kept 
it during morning showers, and we usually kept the 
water at a near dangerous temperature.  I could 
feel the water burning my thighs as it poured out 
of my butt.  It was scalding the already damaged 
flesh inside.  I was being parboiled.  
     Not that I could have, but I tried to get up and 
get out.  Arline sat down on the middle of my back 
preventing me from moving.  I was screaming at the top 
of my lungs again.  I wondered if this wasn't worse 
than the poker had been originally.  That's when the 
pain stopped and I found myself floating above my 
screaming, thrashing body again.  This time I was 
looking down at Arline squatting on my back.  When I 
woke up, Arline had turned the hot water off.  She was 
running the cold water over my head saying "Come to, 
you bastard.  Don't be like this.  You're spoiling all 
the fun."  
     Yeah, the moment of closeness was definitely over.  
     But then Arline placed one of my arms gently over 
her shoulder and led me, limping into her bedroom.  It 
was very painful, but Arline was being nice to me again 
and I desperately needed someone to be nice to me that 
day, so I didn't complain.  That's when I thought about 
Melina and how Melina was nice to me all the time.  
     Suddenly I had this desperate need to be with 
Melina.  I didn't say anything about it because Arline 
had been jealous of Melina of late.  I was afraid to 
rock the boat.  Nevertheless, I began to obsess over 
Melina.  She was still supposed to be on bed rest and 
Arline and I hadn't been very attentive to her, due to 
our being stoned on downs all the time.  I wondered if  
she was even still alive.  
     I resolved to go in and see her later, but then I 
realized that I wouldn't even be walking, let alone 
caring for her, until my burns healed.  I wondered if 
that would be any time soon.  Arline was curled up next 
to me in bed and she was snoring quietly in my ear.  I 
felt warm inside.  Well, warm inside, burning down 
below.  
     I closed my eyes contentedly and eventually I also 
fell asleep.  Arline was still sleeping next to me when 
I woke up.  I was afraid to move lest I wake the 
dragon.  The pills had worn off and I was in too much 
pain to fall asleep again.  I just lay there in 
torment.  I wondered how Arline had managed to recover 
from her injuries without drugs.  I guessed she really 
was stronger than I was.  
 

          End Part 38/56 Continued in part 39/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 39/56
Summary: Melina must attend our hero.  
Keywords: b,g,bg,drug,rom,ht,ws,oral,piv,copr,vore


                I Am Patient With Melina.  

     So, what about Melina?  At first, while we were 
stoned on downs, Arline and I took care of Melina.  We 
stopped in her room sporadically and took care of her 
needs.  It was, I must admit, common for us to stop in, 
take an order for food and then forget to get what she 
needed.  It might therefore be hours before she got, 
for example, a sandwich or drink.  It was common for 
her not to get any lunch till after dinner.  
     In addition, it was my responsibility to take care 
of her potty needs and I could have been more attentive 
to her needs there to.  Bless her, she was more than 
patient and didn't leak once.  
     Melina was more than patient with me as far as my 
being stoned too.  I had explained to her that Arline 
had forced me to take the drugs and Melina was 
sympathetic.  Arline desperately wanted a playmate when 
she was stoned, so she got me addicted to downs the way 
she was.  I told Melina that Arline frequently forced 
me to take doses of pills.  I felt bad for lying to 
Melina about the pills though.  I knew that I was 
enjoying them and sometimes I would remind Arline, on 
purpose, so that she would "force" me to take them.  
     After Arline did the poker thing, I was unable to 
walk, let alone take care of Melina.  Arline had to 
take care of Melina all by herself.  I would have to 
remind Arline to check on Melina and she would 
begrudgingly go in and see if she needed anything.  
Melina had gotten stronger, but was at first, still not 
able to leave her bed, so Melina and I had to share the 
bedpan.  Arline would not empty the bedpan often.  
Instead she would insist that "This was the reason she 
quit being a nurse."  The bedpan seldom was emptied and 
as a result, it became a disease ridden shit hole.  
(Literally.)
     A few days after the hot poker incident, Melina 
was finally able to leave her bed for short periods, 
and she began visiting me.  I felt guilty relying on 
her to take care of my potty needs but once Melina got 
well enough, Arline made it clear that we were not to 
contaminate her bedpan anymore, so Melina was stuck 
with the task.  I didn't envy her, my stools were 
loose, explosive, bloody and at first contained charred 
flesh.  Melina would have to chugalug my hershey 
squirts and suck the liquor from my dick.  She never 
complained or made faces.  
     She would apologize when Arline forbade her to use 
the toilet and she had to avail herself of my septic 
services.  Constantly stoned on downs, Arline was loath 
to drive her car, and seldom went shopping.  Often 
times, there was no fresh food, so excreta was all we 
had for our meals.  Not very nutritious but at least we 
weren't starved (as if it could whet one's appetite).  
I often wondered how many times one could recycle the 
products.  
     When Arline wasn't looking, Melina also serviced 
my sexual needs, smoking my johnson and sucking the 
essence from it.  She was also there for me, by sitting 
on my face to deliver "my daily cream."  I would look 
forward to the times when Arline would be sleeping 
after taking too many downs.  
     Melina gave me great pleasure.  She never failed 
to suck the sperm from my penis or swallow it when she 
would fellate me.  Whenever Arline had sex with me, she 
usually climbed off me before I came. 
     After I got better, and doing it stopped hurting 
so much, we would have sex with Melina on top.   I 
would wait until Melina was fully satisfied (to the 
best of my ability) before getting myself off, but 
sometimes Melina was just too hot to resist.  She never 
complained when that happened.  Our sex life was the 
healthiest it had ever been.  We never let Arline find 
out, because she was now so jealous of Melina, we were 
sure that if she discovered us having sex, she would 
start hurting Melina again.  
     I thought Melina was very brave to risk having sex 
with me under the circumstances.  We could not always 
rely on Arline to sleep through our trysts and on 
several occasions, we had narrow escapes.  Fortunately, 
the downs Arline took had her staggering down the hall 
and we could hear her when she bounced off the walls.  
This generally gave us ample notice of her impending 
proximity and Melina was able to climb off me in time 
to give the illusion that we weren't doing anything 
"inappropriate."  
     On those few occasions when Arline burst in on us 
unexpectedly, we managed to avoid discovery by lying, 
telling Arline that Melina and I were tending to each 
other's potty needs.  Arline was so stoned that she 
wasn't aware of what was really happening.  Those were 
narrow escapes.  


          End Part 39/56 Continued in part 40/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 40/56
Summary: The law returns.  Melina tries to help Arline.
Keywords: Mg,Fb,bd,blackmail,nc,rape,sad,viol,anal,
creampie,oral,copr


           Parsley Sage Rosemary and Mace.  

     One day, Arline opened the door.  Her smile faded 
as she recognized the man at the door was none other 
than the cop who had promised he'd return.  Now he had.  
He pushed the door open rudely and stepped into the 
house.  Arline did nothing to resist him.  
     The cop marched directly into the parlor and 
looked around.  There was nothing there but two empty 
beds.  "Wha'd you do with them?" he asked.  
     Arline explained that we were temporarily out of 
business, due to circumstances beyond  control.  The 
cop did not believe her, and went room to room looking 
for us.  He stopped in the living room.  Then he 
stopped in my room.  I was lying face down in bed, 
naked, having found it too painful to lay on my back 
due to the injuries caused by the hot poker.  "What's 
wrong with him?" he asked.
     "He's not feeling well," explained Arline.  
     "Why not?" asked the cop.
     "Uh... he got hurt uh... in a game of poker" said 
Arline.  
     "Gambling, huh?" said the cop, whereupon he left 
the room and closed the door.  Next, he opened the door 
to Melina's room without knocking.  Melina was lying in 
bed on her back, still recovering from the tear in her 
vagina.  As usual, she was naked.  She would probably 
have been dressed if any of her clothes fit, but she 
had out grown all but two of them.  The exceptions were 
one outfit which she kept nice in case she ever went 
out (not that she ever did) and her leather glove 
which, although it stretched enough for her to wear, 
left constriction marks on her where the seams were.  
"What's wrong with her?" he asked.  
     "She's not feeling well either," explained Arline.  
     "What's the matter," asked the cop.
     "She's uh... got a sports injury, uh... a groin pull" 
said Arline.    
     "Well lady," said the cop "I'm going to get fucked 
today, and I ain't queer, so it's you or her.  Who's it 
going to be?"  
     Without a moment's hesitation, Arline left the 
room and closed the door behind her leaving the cop in 
the room with Melina.  
     The cop sat down on Melina's bed.  "You okay?" he 
asked.  
     Melina hadn't had actual vaginal sex since the 
doctor had visited more than two weeks before, and 
prescribed bed rest.  She still had pain inside and was 
concerned that it might be too soon.  (Actually, it was 
too soon.)  A look of apprehension enveloped her.  The 
cop, trained in interrogation techniques and sensitive 
to such cues, eyed her suspiciously.  "What's the 
matter?" he said condescendingly, "you afraid of cops?"  
     Melina thought it better not to answer.  Instead, 
she smiled, grabbed the cop's hand and placed it gently 
on her breast.  She was frightened, but her smile 
reassured the cop who began fingering her nipples.  For 
a while, he rubbed his hands across her still 
underdeveloped breasts, and then he moved down to her 
abdominal region.  Melina had soft, silky smooth skin 
and the cop relished the experience of feeling her 
delicate waist.  
     Soon his hands wandered down to the patch of downy 
hair, which now covered much of her mons veneris (the 
triangular area just above where her legs met.)  He 
began petting the fur and smiling with satisfaction.  
From there, his hands meandered over to the patch of 
hair now covering most of her outer lips.  It was still 
fine and was just as soft as the hair above, and he 
dawdled there for a while, gradually applying more 
pressure to her lips, and eventually entering the inner 
recesses of her as yet, pristine vagina.  
     Resigned to her fate, Melina told the cop "It's 
pretty clean inside me; no one's been in there for 
weeks."  
     "I suppose you're going to tell me you've been 
saving yourself for me."  Said the cop, incredulously.  
     "No," said Melina, "I've had an infection there 
and doctor told me not to have sex for a while."  
     The cop seemed to panic and reflexively removed 
his hand.  he appeared to jump from the bed as if he 
were a magnet and became repelled by another magnet 
with its poles opposed.  
     The cop left the room and slammed the door shut 
behind him.  He ran into Arline's room.  His face 
turned red as he began yelling at Arline.  "How dare 
you let me touch that monstrosity?  She's contaminated 
and you know it.  She's damaged goods.  Who knows what 
I'll catch from her diseased fucking cunt.  I'm 
personally going to hold you responsible if I catch 
anything from her.  Meanwhile, you're the only thing in 
this house left to fuck, and I'm going to fuck 
something today.  Get your clothes off, bitch."  
     Arline was in a difficult position.  Assuming she 
even got a shot off before the cop did, she knew that, 
unlike the guy with the gun, if she shot the cop, 
someone would miss him and come after him.  This would 
be bad news.  "I'm not some floozy you can push around" 
she said.  "I run this establishment, I don't work it.  
You need to come some other time, when we're back in 
business."  
     The cop ignored her.  He grabbed her arm with one 
hand and began stroking Arline's breast with his other 
hand.  
     Arline did the only thing she could think of that 
a woman in her position could do.  She slapped him in 
the face.  
     The cop grabbed her other arm tightly and laughed.  
"Aren't you the little spitfire?  I like a woman with 
spirit." he said.  "We're going to have lots of fun 
together."  
     Arline was desperate.  She did not want to have 
sex with the cop and would do anything to avoid it.  To 
that end she said "It's not like Melina has an 
infectious disease, she just got a tear in the lining 
of her pussy and it got infected, like a cut, that's 
all.  She's perfectly fine.  Fuck her all you want, you 
won't catch anything from her."  
     The cop was not impressed.  He paused for a 
moment, but after reconsidering, he went back to 
seducing Arline.  Well maybe seducing is not a good 
description of what was happening; it was obvious that 
the time for seduction was past.  Assaulting is 
probably more accurate.  He pulled Arline's arm behind 
her and began trying to pull her pants down from 
behind.  Arline started screaming but that did not 
deter him.  
     Arline began squirming and trying to get away, but 
the cop was much too strong.  In no time, he had her 
pants down to her knees and her shirt up over her head.  
Blind, Arline began scratching the cop with her free 
hand.  The cop picked her up and threw her onto the 
bed.  
     Unfortunately, I was still convalescing from my 
injury, I was able to walk only with difficulty and 
only when assisted by someone, so although I heard the 
melee from the next room, I was unable to do anything 
to help.  Melina on the other hand, ran naked from her 
room into Arline's room. 
     When Melina saw what was happening she began 
hollering, "Leave her alone".  She jumped on the cop's 
back trying to pull him off Arline.  The cop kept 
throwing her off him, and laughing.  Melina continued 
to jump on the cop.  Finally, sick and tired of the 
problems Melina was causing, the cop said "Bitch, get 
off me."  He threw her to the floor and pulled a can of 
mace from his belt.  He stopped laughing and pointed 
the can at Melina.  "Slut, don't make me use this."  
Melina came back at him again, this time with her fists 
out in front.  The cop pressed the button and a cloud 
enveloped Melina.  
     Melina didn't make another step.  She immediately 
brought her hands to her face, screamed and crumbled to 
the floor.  Her eyes closed tightly and began watering, 
she found it difficult to breathe and started coughing.  
The cop now turned around to Arline who was still 
struggling to escape and beating him with her fists.  
"How about you lady, do you want some of this too?"  
     Arline reached for the can in an effort to disarm 
the cop.  She didn't make it.  The cop pressed the 
button and a cloud engulfed her as well.  She stopped 
straining, brought her hands up to her face and began 
tearing and coughing.  
     Like a tag-team wrestling match in which both team 
members have been overwhelmed, the two women were now 
limp, helpless and down for the count.  The cop grabbed 
Arline's clothing and tore it from her body.  In 
seconds she was completely nude, face down on her bed.  
Her feet were on the floor, the upper half of her body 
was on the bed and her ass was bent over the corner of 
the mattress.  
     The cop unzipped his fly, pulled his penis out of 
his pants and rubbed some saliva onto Arline's butt 
hole.  He grabbed her by the hips pulled her over 
towards him and tore into her.  The mace had done its 
job, both Arline and Melina were completely subdued and 
neither one of them put up any further resistance.  For 
a while, the only sounds which came from Arline's room 
were a slishing sound made by the cop's dick rubbing 
against Arline's sphincter, the sound of the cop's 
balls slapping against Arline's bottom, the cop's heavy 
breathing and the sound of Arline and Melina gasping 
for breath.  
     After a long while, the cop finally came deep 
inside Arline's asshole.  Then he wiped his dick off on 
one of the scraps of cloth from Arline's torn blouse.  
"Where's my money?" he asked
     Arline could still barely see.  Her eyes were still 
mostly closed.  She was still having difficulty 
breathing.  She was not really in any shape to get back 
on her feet, but she desperately wanted to get rid of 
the cop, and leave the incident behind her as an 
unhappy memory.  She pointed to her purse and asked the 
cop to "kindly retrieve it" for her.  Her expression 
changed when she realized that that was likely a 
mistake.
     The cop went to her purse and opened it.  He 
pulled out a wad of bills and said "Don't get up, I'll 
help myself.  I think this will be enough."  He removed 
all of the money and put it in his pocket.  
     Arline who usually kept a close eye on her purse 
knew the amount to be fifteen hundred seventy four 
dollars.  "That's more than five hundred dollars, you 
know," she said.
     "I know, but I missed the last few weeks, so you 
actually still owe me some.  Don't worry we'll make up 
for it eventually.  I'll be back soon, okay?"  With 
that, he left.  
     After about an hour, the effects of the mace wore 
off.  Melina and Arline's vision and respiration 
returned to normal.  Arline sent Melina to her room 
after berating her for telling the cop about her 
infection.  Ar;ine took some downs, and gave me some.  
She collected some sperm from her butt and then made 
me suck out her asshole.  Then she took me into the shower 
and made me give her an enema, which she forced me to 
drink.  After the shower, she trussed me up, face down 
in my bed and caned me thoroughly with the switch for 
the first time since the hot poker.  Next, she untied 
me, dragged me into her room and sat on my face for a 
long time, during which she had several conspicuously 
satisfying orgasms.  She then tied me face up to my bed 
and went to her room.  I lay there stoned, frustrated 
and uncomfortable until Melina dropped in and gave me a 
quick Lewinski.  
     Arline's bedroom smelled of mace for several days 
following the incident.  Fortunately, neither Arline 
nor Melina had any lasting ill effects from the 
episode, and life pretty much returned to normal.  
(Well normal for us that is.)  
        

          End Part 40/56 Continued in part 41/56


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 41/56
Summary: Melina makes a friend.
Keywords: Mg,blackmail,reluc,rom,piv


         Melina Gets Excited, I get jealous.  

     About a week later, the cop returned.  Arline saw 
him arrive before he knocked at the door, and tried to 
pretend she wasn't home.  The cop just kept knocking 
finally saying, "I know you're home.  Your car is 
parked in the garage and I know you can't go anywhere 
without it...  Am I going to have to kick the door in?"  
     Arline finally answered the door with her "butter 
wouldn't melt in her mouth" smile.  "I'm sorry, I was 
vacuuming and didn't hear you," she said.  The cop's 
expression indicated that he didn't believe her.  He 
stepped inside.  "How can I help you?" she said.  
     "First off, you can cut the crap."  Said the cop.  
"Next give me some more money, I figure you owe me 
about two thousand, plus interest.  Also, my nightstick 
needs polishing, is your bimbo all healed?"  Arline 
nodded yes and the cop walked down the hallway, 
directly into Melina's room.  Arline didn't follow him.  
     Melina was lying in bed underneath a blanket.  The 
cop marched in and pulled the blanket off her.  She was 
naked underneath.  "Just the way I like it" he said.  
"Are you all healed inside?" he asked.  
     "I'm fine" Melina answered, afraid to admit to him 
that she still hurt a little downstairs.  
     "Good, great."  He said.  He began to take his 
clothes off.  After he finished undressing he sat down 
on the side of Melina's bed.  "God you're beautiful," 
he said.  With that, he placed his hands on Melina's 
breasts and began to rub them.  "Soft too" he said.  He 
continued to play with Melina's breasts, and then 
suddenly he looked up and asked, "Did you mean, what you 
said about no one having been inside you for weeks?  
Is that still true?"  
     "Yes it's true."   Melina said.  
     The cop watched her eyes when she said that.  
Based on her responses he was sure that it was true.  
"If you're lying, I'm going to come back here and bust 
everybody here for solicitation."  He said.   
     Melina didn't know what solicitation was, but she 
knew that what she had said was true, so she stared 
back at him with genuine sincerity in her dark eyes and 
shook her head yes.  
     The policeman lay down next to Melina and placed 
one hand on the soft hair covering much of her genital 
area.  He began petting the silky hair and expressed 
satisfaction with the experience saying "Mmmmmmmm."  He 
moved his hand down to her outer lips and began 
massaging them.  At the same time, he began sucking on 
one of her delicate nipples.  As he did so, Melina who 
had not had any actual sex, save with my tongue for a 
month, began to get moist and creamy.  The cop 
expressed satisfaction with the response and gently 
eased a finger inside her pussy lips.  
     Against her better judgment, the long awaited 
stimulation and attention the cop was bestowing on her, 
excited Melina greatly and she began moving her hips up 
and down and moaning approvingly.  Her clitoris began 
to swell and protrude and her vagina became slippery 
and gooey.  The policeman took advantage of her 
response and ran his finger along the shaft of her 
clitoris, going deep inside and quickly locating her G-
spot.  As her vaginal muscles squeezed the G-spot 
against his finger he started pressing back on the 
area.  Despite the pain down below from the injury, 
Melina responded first by squeaking then with a series 
of "Oh oh oh's."  
     At this point, Melina began to think about me and 
our relationship, realizing that perhaps she was being 
a little unfaithful to me.  She became ashamed about 
her enjoying having sex with this person, but it was 
too late.  Her nervous system was already going full 
speed ahead and was responding, as it was designed to 
do.  She began breathing heavily, contracting her 
vaginal muscles and undulating her body.  
     The policeman recognizing that Melina was suitably 
prepared for intercourse climbed on top of her and 
stuck his now exceedingly erect penis inside her love 
hole.  He began slowly and patiently moving his hips up 
and down, rubbing the knob of his penis against the 
front part of her pussy where the most sensitive areas 
were.  He was very good at lovemaking and Melina 
couldn't help but to enjoy the experience.  She began 
"Ohh ohh ohhing" again, and soon began uncontrollably 
moaning "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" so loudly that it began 
to disturb me in my bedroom.  After a while, Arline 
having heard this, stopped in my room and gave me one 
of her evil smiles.  "That's how you do it." she said, 
rubbing it in.  
     I began crying and Arline got in my face and 
smiled again, making sure that I could see her.  The 
cop kept Melina in a heightened state of orgasm for at 
least half an hour, maybe more.  My pillow was 
waterlogged with tears by the time he was finished.  
     Eventually the cop climaxed, sending burst after 
burst of hot sperm surging deep into Melina's channel, 
but not before Melina had nigh well gotten a hoarse 
throat from all the screaming she had done.  After he 
finished, the cop got dressed.  He went into Arline's 
room and gave her the same evil smile that Arline had 
given to me.  He rubbed his thumb against the side of 
his middle finger to suggest that he wanted a payoff.  
        "We've been out of business for almost a month 
and there's been no income."  Said Arline.  
     "Bullshit." said the cop, "How have you been 
eating and paying for the drugs you've been taking?"  
The cop withdrew his nightstick and said "Maybe you're 
going to need some persuasion.  I call this my 
arbitrator.  Are you sure you want to meet him?"  
     Arline looked around, the cop was blocking the 
door and there was no way to escape him.  "All right" 
she said, "let me get my purse."  Arline went to her 
purse.  Pretty much, the only money Arline had in the 
purse was for some groceries and to score some more 
pills.  She pulled the bills out and began counting out 
loud.  One, two... The cop grabbed the wad of bills and 
added them up.  Counting the small bills, there was 
less than three hundred dollars.  The cop grabbed 
Arline's purse and turned it upside down emptying its 
contents.  Besides some drugs and cosmetics there was 
nothing in there but a few coins, which the cop 
grabbed, and the guy's gun which the cop peered at 
suspiciously and also grabbed.  "That's not enough to 
pay your "fine" lady, Where's the rest?"  
     "We'll be back in business soon," Arline said.  
"We'll make up the difference next week, I promise."  
     The cop wasn't totally convinced, but he reckoned 
that since Melina had been chaste for the last few 
weeks that Arline probably wasn't lying about being out 
of business.  "I'll be back next week.  Get that tramp 
of yours off her ass and make her start earning us some 
cash.  Don't fail me or there will be consequences."  
With that, he left taking all of the money and the gun.  
     Meanwhile, Melina had come into my room.  She saw 
me crying on my sodden pillow.  She began crying 
herself and hung her head in shame.  "I'm sorry," she 
said.  
     "You didn't sound very sorry" I said.  
     "You heard that I guess." she said.  
     "The neighbors heard that, and they're half a mile 
away."  I answered.  
     Melina sat down and stared at the floor.  She 
didn't know what she could say that wouldn't make me 
feel even worse.  For the first time in a long time, I 
was feeling inadequate.  Melina grabbed my hand and 
held it gently in hers.  She turned to me and stared 
into my eyes.  "I guess you must be pretty angry with 
me," she said.  
     "I'm not angry" I said, "I'm just a little 
disappointed in you."  
     "I wish there was something I could say that would 
make you feel better about this, but I can't think of 
anything."  Said Melina, "I could say I was only 
acting, and that I didn't really enjoy myself, but I 
don't think you'd believe me.  Would you?"  
     Tears began rolling down my cheeks again.  I sat 
there feeling betrayed and cheated on.  "So I guess you 
don't love me anymore?"  I asked.  I could hardly form 
the words, I was crying so hard.  
     "Oh God, of course I do, more than ever."  She 
said.  "That should have been you making me sing like 
that.  I've had to be a little reserved lately because 
of Arline.  If Arline wasn't always monitoring us like 
she has been, that would have been you, long ago.  I 
was waiting to heal fully, but then I was looking 
forward to having you break my month long cherry.  I 
wouldn't have had sex with him at all if I felt I could 
have avoided it, but I was afraid he would have taken 
it out on Arline, the way he did last week.  He just 
caught me off guard, in a moment of weakness, that's 
all.  If that had been you making love to me back 
there, people would have heard me singing clear 
across town.  Honey, you've got to believe me, and 
you've got to trust me."  
     Suddenly, I was ashamed of myself for not trusting 
Melina.  That started a new round of tears.  "I'm sorry 
for doubting you," I said.  "I should have realized 
that you would never be unfaithful to me, Melina.  I'm 
such an ass."  
     "So you forgive me?" asked Melina.  
     "I'm the one who needs to be forgiven.  Melina, I 
can't help being jealous sometimes, even though I 
should know better."  I said.  
     "So it's okay for me to date other people?"  
Melina said.  
     I looked up, horrified, to see Melina's smiling 
face.  "I'm just kidding baby, I couldn't help myself, 
you seemed so fragile."  She said.  
     Melina turned away from me.  I couldn't see her 
face.  Unfortunately, the fact was that much to her 
dismay Melina had experienced one of the best orgasms 
of her entire life with the policeman.  In retrospect 
if the policeman had at that moment, offered to take 
her away, she would have done so in a heartbeat.  She 
was incredibly impressed by the policeman's sexual 
prowess and couldn't wait until next week when he was 
planning to be back.  Worse yet, she was hoping that he 
felt the same about her.  
     A wave of nausea overcame Melina as she realized 
that while she was "in love" with me, she would prefer 
"to make love" to the policeman.  This was the first 
time she had reckoned with the difference between the 
two concepts.  She became disillusioned and denounced 
the experience in an attempt to drive it from her mind.  
     Melina never admitted to me that she was 
conflicted about the event.  She had done a pretty 
convincing job of covering up, and on the surface I was 
satisfied.  Maybe it was something about the look in 
her eyes towards the end, or something in the sound of 
her voice, I don't know for sure, but somehow I knew 
that something was amiss.  It wasn't something I could 
put my finger on, (so to speak) but subconsciously I 
must have had misgivings because after that, things 
were not the same between us.   


          End Part 41/56 Continued in part 42/56        
 
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 42/56
Summary: Arline straightens out.  
Keywords: drug


            Arline Gains Control Again.  

     Note.  This chapter must contain the following 
advisory.  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. 

     Arline had purchased an "industrial sized" bag of 
barbiturates and it took a considerable amount of time 
for her and me to use them all up.  Eventually, 
however, everything good (or bad) comes to an end.  So 
it was with the giant bag of downers.  Faced with the 
decision of whether to buy more of them or stop using 
them, Arline wisely decided to face withdrawal.  
Naturally, that meant that I too had to face withdrawal 
and Arline certainly did not have any qualms about 
putting me through detox.  
     Arline, who had been through detox before, knew 
what to expect.  I on the other hand was totally na�ve 
about it, not even being cognizant that such a thing 
existed.  Arline was wise, at least she was wise 
regarding drugs, and as the last of the pills began to 
disappear, she doled them out on an increasingly 
diminished schedule.   
     While the pills were plentiful, Arline used them 
with abandon.  In addition, she doled out significant 
amounts of them to me, whenever she or I, felt that I 
needed them.  Unlike other endeavors in her life, 
Arline was not stingy with her drugs, and she shared 
them generously.  She might have given them to Melina 
as well but she didn't like the idea of her daughter 
doing drugs.  (Who'd 'a thunk it.)  In any case, once 
the pills began to become scarce, Arline began counting 
their numbers compulsively and timing the doses we took 
to about four hour intervals.  After about a day, the 
first symptoms of withdrawal began to appear.  
     I began to feel restless, anxious and weak.  I 
felt dizzy and nauseated.  At that point, I asked 
Arline to "force me" to take some more downers.  Arline 
who sounded nauseous and weak herself, told me that she 
was planning to stop taking them.  She said that I 
would have to get used to the feelings for now but that 
they, the feelings, would eventually go away.  She told 
me about how reducing the dosage would minimize the 
withdrawal symptoms and how quitting them suddenly 
would be much more painful, dangerous and possibly 
fatal.  
     Arline gave me two pills instead of the usual 
three, then after a while, she gave me one pill.  She 
warned me that the symptoms would probably get worse 
before they got better.  She said that she was going 
through the same symptoms herself.  In that I was not 
enjoying the symptoms, I asked Arline for pills every 
hour.  She told me that my next dosage would be four 
hours from the previous dosage and as expected, I felt 
lousy.  Arline was very patient with me, and though I 
asked, many times she resisted the urge to shut me up 
either by punishing me or by giving me the pills.  
     As Arline had suggested, the symptoms I was 
experiencing got worse and they soon included vomiting.  
I was unable to sleep that night and by the next day, I 
was getting shakes, as my muscles began twitching 
uncontrollably.  My hands and fingers trembled and I 
was having occasional seizures.  Sometimes, when I 
stood up, I would suddenly get a rush of weakness and I 
would faint.  At one point, I went in to talk Arline 
into giving me more drugs, and when I got to her room, 
Arline was talking to a nonexistent person in the room 
about how she needed us to detox and how she had to be 
strong for the both of us.  
     The experience spooked me and I did not go back 
into her room for a while.  Eventually however, the 
pain got too great and realizing that four hours were 
up I went into the room and asked Arline for my dose.  
Arline was still hallucinating, but somewhere inside 
she found the sense to get us each one more pill.  
     By the fourth day, we were taking half a pill at a 
time and we ran out.  Life eventually returned to 
normal.   

          End Part 42/56 Continued in part 43/56    


Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 43/56
Summary: Arline intimidates our hero.
Keywords: b,F/b,sad,Fdom,cbt,va


                 I Get A Close Shave.

     One morning during our shower, Arline who had 
decided to do the cleansing herself that day, grabbed 
my balls and said "I think that you have too many hairs 
on your balls to tell people that you are eleven years 
old.  They're not going to believe that someone so 
young can be so hairy.  We need to remove them."  
Arline left the bathroom and then came back with 
something.  She kept it in the palm of her hand, so 
that I couldn't see what it was, then, she placed it in 
her bag without showing it to me.  
     She then proceeded to place soap on my testicles 
using her hands instead of the stiff brush she usually 
used.  She gently lathered me up and it was delicious 
having her massage me like that.  When Arline did 
something nice to me, it was usually because she had 
something mean that she wanted to do to me following 
whatever the nice thing was.  I stood there waiting for 
the other shoe to drop.  Her stimulation had produced a 
fine erection, and my jimmy was standing at attention.  
Arline continued to lather my balls up until not a spot 
of skin was showing.  Then she grabbed my balls in her 
fist.  
     Arline reached into her bag and pulled out, of all 
things, a straight razor.  Don't ask me where she got 
it.  Maybe it was an antique.  I was reasonably certain 
that they'd stopped making them in the last century, 
when they became obsolete, superseded by safety razors 
and then disposable razors.  But there it was.  The 
only reason I even knew about the existence of such 
things was because I had seen one in an old movie where 
it was used to slit the throat of one of the 
characters.  
     Arline leered at me as she pressed on the little 
trigger like thing on one end, which opened the blade.  
It swung around and the polished blade more or less 
glowed, ugly and brutal.  She made a slicing motion 
with it, coming so close to my scrotal sack with it, 
that I figured I would be singing alto for the rest of 
my life.  At that point, it was still unclear whether 
the "them" in "we need to remove them" referred to my 
balls or just the hairs on them.  So far, Arline had 
said nothing to indicate which she was planning to 
remove.  Maybe she hadn't decided yet.  
     I tried to remain calm.  It behooved me not try to 
move away in that she had my boys in a vise like grip, 
which she did not appear inclined to relax.  Arline 
just stood there peering at my balls, apparently 
undecided about what her next action was going to be.  
My fate was in her hands.  (In more ways than one.)  
Most of me was hoping that she was merely going to give 
them a shave.  Melina often commented about how she got 
a real kick out of my balls (So to speak.) and that she 
hoped that I would take good care of them.  So I was 
hoping that Arline was talking about the hairs, for 
Melina's sake.  But somewhere at the back of my mind, I 
couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have 
one's balls taken from them.  
     Briefly, my mind wandered back to the incident 
with the hot poker and how that hadn't turned out to be 
nearly as much fun as I had anticipated it might be.  
After reminiscing about that time, I was definitely not 
inclined to experience being castrated.  Naturally, 
Spence came to mind and I wondered how he was doing.  
     Arline tightened her grip on my nuts and brought 
the blade over to them placing the cutting edge against 
my skin.  I could feel the bite of the blade stinging 
my scrotal sack.  "I wonder what it looks like inside 
of here?" she said wearing her evil smile.  
     Uneasy, I said "Mistress Arline, you know already.  
Don't you remember the guy with the gun?  We removed 
his balls; Melina brought them in and showed them to 
you."
     "I didn't get a very good look at them."  Said 
Arline, "I was pretty distracted you know and Melina 
chopped them up before I really had a chance to check 
them out.  Besides, they were frozen.  
     "What about Spence, we removed his balls," I said 
desperate
     "I never got to see his balls at all, let alone 
play with them.  If I remove yours now, I can examine 
them at my leisure, and if I like, I can even play with 
them some, like marbles.  Wouldn't that be cool?"
     I tried to approach the topic rationally.  I knew 
that logic wasn't the best way to reach Arline, but I 
was reasonably certain that Arline had already made up 
her mind one way or the other.  Normally, no amount of 
logic could make her change a decision once she had 
made it.  Still, it was remotely possible that she was 
on the fence about it and it couldn't hurt to try to 
sway her one way or the other.  
     "Mistress Arline" I said, "You depend on my stones 
to bring income into this house.  If you remove them, 
it is likely that you will have trouble selling my 
talents.  Don't make the mistake of removing them.  
That would be like killing the goose who laid the 
golden egg.  You never know how our customers will view 
this.  I think it will be a turn off, and will 
discourage our customers.  You don't want that do you?"  
     "Maybe," said Arline.  "But maybe knowing that you 
are sterile will appeal to our female customers and 
business will pick up.  I know having those hazardous 
vermin removed certainly appeals to me."  
     I swallowed hard and then made what I thought was 
my best argument.  It was pretty much my last hope 
anyway.  "Please, Mistress Arline, I would really like 
to have children someday."  
     Arline began laughing so hard tears formed in her 
eyes.  "What would you want to do that for?"
     I was crushed.  She was laughing at me.  Tears 
came to my eyes.  I tried to speak but I kept choking 
up, the words wouldn't come out.  "Don't you want 
grandchildren?"  I asked finally.  
     Arline suddenly stopped laughing.  For a second 
everything was so quiet I could hear my heart beating.  
Then, Arline screamed so loudly that I jumped.  She was 
still holding the knife-edge to my balls and my action 
all but removed them.  "You're talking about Melina, 
aren't you?"  She said, deadly serious.  "I think I 
have all the information I need to make this decision 
now."  Arline's hand clamped onto my testicles so 
firmly she just about squeezed them out of their skin.  
The pain from her squeezing my balls was so intense, my 
teeth hurt.  
     Then a wave of calm seemed to seize Arline 
suddenly and she said "Wait a minute; I'm not going to 
let you manipulate me into deciding about this 
prematurely.  I'll take your balls when I'm good and 
ready.  But I wouldn't get too attached to them if I 
were you."  (So to speak.)  With that she began 
scraping the blade across my scrotal sack attempting to 
remove the hairs.  
     Everything would have been okay if Arline knew 
what she was doing with the razor.  Modern day razors 
aren't the crude tools that the straight razor was.  
Thank God!  Shaving technology has come a long way 
since that time and the tools in use today are much 
sharper and safer to use than those of yesteryear.  The 
straight razor, which Arline was trying to use on me, 
had not been properly maintained over the years.  It 
had also not been sharpened properly.  It was therefore 
not up to the task of shaving.  Likely, the only thing 
one could appropriately use it for would be to slit 
someone's throat or cut his balls off.  
     From what I could glean based on the information I 
later found on the internet, straight razors need to be 
sharpened on a "stone" daily, then "honed" with 
something called a "strop," (A long, belt like leather 
and canvas strip designed specifically to sharpen a 
straight razor.) after every use.  In addition, after 
years of mishandling, neglect and age rust had formed 
on the blade, which was a less than perfect situation.  
As a result, when Arline tried to shave me all she 
accomplished was to scrape my skin raw.  Maybe that's 
all she wanted to do anyway.  In any case, suffice it 
to say, that the razor removed none of the hairs, which 
she originally intended to remove.  After numerous 
attempts, my balls were raw, bloodied and aching but 
just as hairy as they had been to start.  Arline did 
however have a rollicking good time trying.  
     Arline eventually had to admit defeat with the 
straight razor.  She got a tweezers and began to pluck 
the hairs out one by one.  That turned out to be a 
painful experience for both of us; though I'm sure, it 
was more painful for me than it was for Arline, who 
seemed to be enjoying herself, during the times when 
she wasn't being frustrated by it.  
     Arline finally got out one of her pink disposable 
razors.  She did the job, and she wasn't gentle about 
it.  By the time all of the cuts had healed and the 
scabs went away, much of the hair had grown back, 
thereby defeating her purpose.  From then on when 
Arline wanted to remove the hairs from my balls, she 
first plucked out as many as she could, until she got 
bored, and then she used a liquid hair remover to 
dissolve the rest of them.  After that, my balls would 
be as smooth as a baby's bottom; horribly wrinkled for 
a baby's bottom, but hairless.

          End Part 43/56 Continued in part 44/56        
