<!--ADULTSONLY--> Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 01/04 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! War And Piece. By Norm DaPlume A Potpourri of Extreme Adult Fiction. Dedication. Do everything as if it's the last thing you'll ever do. You never know, it just might be. This book is dedicated to contributors to the internet without whose industrious assistance I would have been neither inspired nor informed enough to write this book. This book is the sum of both my own creativity and the research I was able to do in order to write it. To that end I would like to thank all of the sites I connected with, especially the twenty or so associated websites of "Kink.com," also "TubeGalore.com," "PurplePorno.com and "Xvideos.com" among others. Also of great assistance in writing this novel were numerous dictionary and Thesaurus websites. Especially "Thesaurus.com," "Dictionary.com," "The Free Online Dictionary," "The Poop Thesaurus" and "The Online Slang Dictionary," without whose assistance this novel would have been more boring than a drill bit, Duller than tarisned silver and more cliche� than a pulp novel. I would also like to thank all of the contrib- uters to "Google" and "The Wikipedia" for the profusion of information about all topics, in general, and doz- ens of other websites too numerous to name. I would like to thank "You Tube" for the inspirational music it provided while I labored on this text. Lastly, I would like to thank Johann Sebastian Bach posthumously. His composition, "Prelude No. 1 in C sharp major," BWV 846, provided inspiration for the last chapters of this book. They will also I expect, provide Inspiration for the last chapter of my life, which hopefully won't be written any time soon. Disclaimer/Advisory. The following literature is intended only for adult audiences. If you are a minor, (less than 18 years of age) put this book down; it is not intended for you. If you are 18 years of age or older, you may read this book with the understanding that you need to heed the advisories that follow. This is a work of extreme fiction. The characters are entirely made up. Any resemblance to real people either living or dead is entirely coincidental. The following is not intended for minors and may even be unsuitable for many adult reading audiences Reader discretion is therefore not only highly advised, but is, in fact, recommended. In addition, the events depicted in this work are of a horrific and heinous nature. The procedures depicted in this book have not been tried on actual people and therefore may be hazardous to real human beings. Their suitability for use as ideas for real sexual activity is therefore intended to be only suggestive and are no way being recommended. They have been written for entertainment purposes only and are in no way intended for use on real people. This work should be read only by adults responsible enough to recognize the difference between the incredibly deranged nature of the depictions in this work and the possible consequences of attempting these acts in a real life situation. Fictional characters perform these events and people inexperienced in such arts should definitely not attempt to perform them. In other words, "Don't try this at home." A Step In The Wrong Direction. From the time I first started going to school, I was always the smallest child in my class. It was common for other boys to pick on me. Often, I ran home crying after school. I accepted this as my fate and felt helpless to do anything about it. I was, I thought, destined to give my lunch money to the school bully for the rest of my life. My mother died when I was young, and my father remarried soon afterward. It was to a woman who had a daughter about my age. The daughter as it turned out was also the smallest in her class, but she was bigger and stronger than I was. My new mother instructed me to call her Arline. She was an unbelievably beautiful woman with dark brown eyes, long, straight, jet black hair, an exquisite body, and pursed lips, which always seemed to be arched in a look of disapproval. She had what seemed to be a Russian accent. I don't think she liked me very much, but I believed that she loved my father a great deal. I think she was about twenty-five years old. Arline was a Licensed Practical Nurse, which was reassuring. I didn't know much about my new mother, but I felt secure in the knowledge that if I were to suddenly stop breathing, I would be in good hands. Her daughter's name was Melina. She looked a lot like her mother. She was also incredibly stunning, had a shapely body, dark brown eyes, long, straight, jet black hair, and the same disapproving look on her lips. I don't think she liked me very much either. I on the other hand, was entirely captivated by her from the first. My father worked as a fisherman. He used to disappear on long voyages while his boat went hunting for quarry. Eventually he would return, but not until the boat had a cargo hold full of fish. That usually wasn't for weeks. I would miss him while he was gone and until he returned. When that happened, he would get a few days off before the boat went out again. He was a good father, and our time together was always memorable. He would take me to fish, fly kites, play baseball, watch TV; you know, father and son stuff. For his honeymoon, my father got a month off, and during that time, he spent the first couple of weeks mostly with Arline, and the rest with all of his new family, including me. After the honeymoon was over, he returned to the boat and left me in the care of Arline. It was summertime and there wasn't any school. I looked forward to the adventure of living with my new stepmother and stepsister. My father had done a good job investing the money he made by fishing. He bought land. Our house was deep in the middle of a farm. We had no neighbors for half a mile in every direction, and no one ever disturbed us. So there we were, in the middle of virtual paradise, with no one to upset the quiet of our lives. End Part 1/56 Continued in part 2/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 02/56 Summary: The main character is humiliated and diciplined by his stepmother (Arline) and stepsister (Melina.) Keywords: b,g,sad,Fdom,cbt,humil A Rude Awakening. On the very first day after my father left, Arline woke both Melina and me up at four in the morning. I wasn't used to this, but it was obvious that Melina was. I was sleepy and mopey, and my eyes were half closed. Melina, on the other hand, was as alert as a jackrabbit on speed. Arlene ordered us both into the bathroom, had us step into the shower and then instructed us to remove our clothing, one piece at a time. I started removing my clothing even though I thought it was strange. I wished to impress my new mother. I was wearing a simple two-piece pajama outfit, but Melina was wearing layer upon layer of clothing. On a piece-by-piece basis, I was definitely at a disadvantage. I started to protest, but Arline just looked at me with those stern lips, and I decided I'd better not make waves. I figured that eventually after Melina removed all of her clothes, she and I would be even. Having never seen a naked female before, I was kind of looking forward to that. Even though Melina had started to strip first, I was nude before Melina had removed even a fraction of her clothing. Being an only child, I was not used to appearing naked in front of other people. I wasn't even comfortable changing clothes in the boy's locker room at school, so this was terribly embarrassing for me. I held my hands over my private parts as best I could. Arline made a gesture, which prompted me to place my hands at my sides. I tried to cover up by bending my rear end a little, and crossing my knees, but Arline's body language changed. She motioned with gestures that I took to mean she wanted me to look straight ahead, stand up straight, at attention with my hands at my sides, and that she wanted me to spread my legs apart. Hesitantly, I did so. Suddenly, I noticed that my willy was conspicuously sticking straight out from my body. It had never done that before. I felt embarrassed. My face got warm; I could feel it turning red. I began to regret my father having gotten remarried. At that point, Melina stopped undressing herself. Then she and Arline both stared at me in my nakedness and smiled for a long time. No one had ever scrutinized me before. I was mortified. Interestingly, it was the first time that I could recollect either one of them smiling. Arline had said nothing aloud since she had instructed us to strip, but she had already communicated a lot. Arline finally looked at me, my face was bright red. "You need not be embarrassed," She said, "I'm a nurse." "Melina's not." I said, flustered. "But, she's going to be." Responded Arline. We stood there like that for a while, with Arline and Melina staring and smiling at me, and me wishing that I could disappear into some dark crack in the shower. I felt a cold breeze blow over my rear end, and goose bumps began to develop on my arms, legs and buttocks. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Arline motioned to Melina, and she removed the rest of her clothing. It took a few minutes, before she was done, they had both stopped smiling. I was going to turn my head toward Melina. I didn't get to look at her at all though, because Arline's expression got seriously, scary, I immediately started to look down and away from Melina. What I did see in that short time was Melina looking amusedly, right at me, and Arline not appearing to mind or disapprove of her doing that. Next, Arline motioned for Melina to turn on the shower. Melina turned the shower on and the sudden, initial rush of cold water made me shrink away from the stream. While I didn't look directly at Melina, I could sense that she was standing at attention under the cold stream, bearing it. I looked at Arline, and she appeared appalled by my attempt to dodge the cold water. I stood up, and allowed the cold water to splash on me too. This caused my goose bumps to swell like warts, and I began to shiver. I noticed that my willy was no longer standing out from my body. It had shrunk practically to nothing. It looked kind of like a red button. I was relieved at it not standing out so prominently, but now I was embarrassed at it being so small. Gradually the water began to warm up and so did I. As the water warmed up, I began to pee. It's a natural response to being wet, for me at least. It happens all the time to me in swimming pools etc. Arline immediately grabbed my penis and stopped the flow. It hurt a little when she did. "Don't do that in the shower," she said. Then she took a bottle and directed the flow of my urine into the bottle. Ever since I was potty trained as a child, no one had touched my genitals, let alone a woman. It was embarrassing for me, but it felt surprisingly nice, I wasn't sure why. Then, Arline motioned to Melina by pointing up. Melina slowly began to turn the hot water on higher and higher, until it became uncomfortably hot for me. Then she turned it up even higher. I was sure it was going to scald me. I tried to duck out of the stream, but based on Arline's expression, and the fact that I could see Melina's outline standing at attention out of the corner of my eye, I thought better of it. We stood that way for a few minutes, the goose bumps disappeared and my skin began turning red. I could not see Melina clearly, but I could sense her standing right beside me, enduring the water as well. I felt self-conscious about my weenie, and when I looked down at it, I could see it had gotten longer again, but at least it was no longer sticking straight out. It had wilted; it had bent over and was dangling like cooked asparagus. I felt embarrassed again. Next Arline handed me a bar of soap, I could see she was handing one to Melina as well. Following that she handed me one of those large, peanut shaped, stiff bristled, eight-inch long, washerwoman type brushes. I could see she had handed one to Melina as well. "Okay, wash" she said. I rubbed the soap onto the brush, and started washing my hands. "Good" she said, "but wash all over." I began rubbing the brush over my chest and when I did, it hurt because it was so stiff. It was especially painful because my skin was already stinging from the hot water. I stopped scrubbing, but Arline asked "Do you want me to do it?" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Melina appeared to be doing what Arline wanted. I also got a quick peek at her butt, which showed because she was bending over to scrub one of her feet. It was a side view, but I was satisfied to get that glimpse, after having had Arline and Melina look as me for so long, earlier. Arline saw me do that. She was not happy. "Okay. That does it. I'm going to show you how to cleanse yourself." She grabbed the brush out of my hands. Arline rubbed the soap onto the brush for quite a few seconds. "Turn around" she ordered me. I turned my back to her. It was a relief not to be facing her, "sunny side up," as I had been. Arline started brushing my back. It was already smarting from the hot water, but when she applied the brush, it began to really sting. I fussed, but she did not stop. "Go ahead and scream. Nobody can hear you." (That was to be her and Melina's mantra for the rest of the summer.) I tried to get away but she was holding me tightly with one hand and scrubbing with the other. "Stop squirming" she ordered me loudly. I couldn't. "That does it," she bellowed. Arline told me to get on my knees, which I did, and then she bent me over the side of the bathtub so that my butt was facing up. She pulled a long handled back scrubber out of a bag that she had with her. Suddenly, "thwack" she smacked me viciously on the ass with the handle end of the back scrubber. I saw stars, for a couple of seconds, waves of pain flowed over my butt continuing across my entire body. My butt seemed to be on fire. I screamed. "Now, will you stop squirming?" she asked. I tried to get away again. "thwack" went the scrubber again, I saw stars again, and there was more pain, more burning, more screaming. "Now, will you stop squirming?" she asked. Humbled and disheartened, I stopped struggling, and quieted down. After the pain subsided a little, "thwack" she struck me again this time even harder than the two times before. "What was that for?" I yelled. "That was for looking at Melina's behind earlier. I saw you, you know. You are never to look at Melina when she's not clothed. Now get back up. We'll continue." I stood back up, deciding whether the quick peek at Melina's ass was worth the swat I had received, and Arline returned to scrubbing my back. She continued with an intensity that felt like she was scraping the skin off my back. In that there was no blood in the rinse water, I reasoned that it was only pain, and that she wasn't doing actual damage. By now, she had worked her way down to my butt. As she scoured my butt, I could feel her working on the areas where the brush handle had landed when she beat me. I tried to be brave and endure the pain, but they really hurt, a lot. I couldn't stop myself from first wincing, then crying, when she did it. She didn't say anything, but neither did she stop the erosive cleansing. After finishing my legs, I started to turn around, but she held me fast with her one arm. Then she told me to bend over and spread my legs. At that point, she began scrubbing the crack of my ass, intensely. The coarse bristles bit into my skin harder than they had before. Suddenly I could feel the bar of soap, first on my asshole, then pressing against my asshole, then inside my asshole. Whoa. "What are you doing?" I asked loudly. "Cleansing your anus" was the reply. At that point, the soap came out, and I felt Arline pushing the tip of the brush into the hole with great force. Before I could respond, Arline started twisting the brush around, and around. It hurt. I screamed. Arline and Melina started laughing. "Okay. Now, turn around." Arline said. Melina was still in the shower; her motion had pretty much stopped. I guessed she was done with her cleansing, and was staring at me taking pleasure in my humiliation and discomfort. I didn't look to find out, due to the consequences that I assumed would ensue. I was careful turning around and made sure I faced away from Melina. Arline instructed me to close my eyes, which I did. Then she said "Melina will finish decontaminating you." Mortified, I tried to get out of the shower, but Arline had anticipated my response. She grabbed me and folded me over the edge of the bathtub. "Thwack" went the back scrubber. Then "Thwack" again. These hurt even more than the previous ones had, and I quickly realized that since Arline had been holding me with both hands, that Melina must have meted out the punishment. Subdued, I screamed "Okay." Arline let me loose and I stood up with my eyes closed. "Now turn to me," said Melina in a candy coated voice. I turned toward her. My penis began to feel funny again. Then I got the bright idea that maybe I could squint a little and see more of Melina in the raw, but before I could do that, Melina wiped a ton of soapsuds over my eyes. Melina began brushing. She did it harder than her mother did, and it hurt more. For some reason that didn't bother me as much as her mother's less intense brushing did. I thought I could feel her dark brown eyes staring at my pecker the whole time she was scouring me. It made my penis feel funny again. I tried to open my eyes. That was a bad idea. Soapsuds and intense pain entered my eyelids. First I saw white then I saw stars, and when Melina saw me blinking, she put a whole lot more soap on them. Melina skipped from the bottom of my stomach, to my legs. When she had finished with my feet, she said "Now spread your legs apart". "Wider" she said. "Wider." I was totally exposed, ashamed, cramped, and my face turned red again. My penis was beginning to feel peculiar again. At that, Melina grabbed my balls savagely, and squeezed them somewhat painfully. I nearly jumped through the ceiling. For as long as I could remember, nobody had ever touched me on that part of my body, and I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. I wasn't allowed even to look at Melina, and now, there she was, handling my sex organs. This seemed unfair. But then, Melina began brushing them with in the same strict manner she had done the rest of my body, and with that I really did jump towards the ceiling. Unfortunately, Melina was holding my balls tightly in her hand, and I succeeded only in hurting myself. I screamed loudly. "Go ahead and scream" Arline and Melina said in unison. They both laughed hysterically and Melina held on. They were enjoying this. I wasn't. Melina resumed "cleansing" my testicles, and I began protesting loudly. "Okay. Now shut up," said Arline "or you'll get yourself into more trouble. You're giving me a headache." I shut up. The pain continued for a while, and then Arline grabbed my dick. When Melina began scrubbing my monkey, the sensation changed to extreme pain plus something I had never experienced before. It felt somewhere between the way it feels when you first start to pee and tickling only far more intense. I began uncontrollably bending my ass forward and back. But that only caused more strain on my balls, which Melina was still holding onto tightly, and on my penis, which Arline was now gripping. Nevertheless, I couldn't stop moving every time she went over it with that brush. I was in a lot of pain. Arline and Melina were in stitches. Unbeknownst to Arline and Melina, the soap on my eyes eventually dripped off and then, accidently at first, my eyes opened. For the first time, I could keep them open. I was still standing facing Melina and I got an exceptionally good look at her standing there with her legs spread wide apart, for balance. She was available to fully view. My mouth flew open, my eyes grew wider than my mouth did, and I stopped struggling, frozen, for a few seconds while I took in all that there was to see. To my surprise, Arline was now nude as well, and there was even more to see there. I just kept on looking from one to the other and back. For some reason they looked much more beautiful than when they were dressed. At least to me they did. I could see that Arline had ample breasts, they were pale, perky, had brown cones near the ends and large round points at the tips. Above the place where her legs joined, there was a triangle of dense, curly, black hair that went up nearly to her navel. Her hand was poised between her legs, and to my surprise, it looked like her finger had disappeared somewhere deep inside the black hair. Melina had small, almost indiscernible, milky white breasts with smaller, light tan centers and small tan tips. Above the triangle where her legs joined, there was a small pale triangular mound, ending in kind of a cleft at the bottom. Beneath this, some pink skin was hanging out. She had practically no hair downstairs except for two lines, one on either side of the cleft. It was obvious that I had taken them both by surprise, because for a while neither one of them could react. Then they both pulled me in opposite directions, and I fell to my knees. Fortunately, I slipped out of both of their grasps when that happened or I would be a eunuch today. Arline recovered first. She grabbed my arms, and pulled me over the edge of the bathtub. Melina then grabbed the back scrubber and smacked me mercilessly on my ass, five times, without stopping. This was the most pain I had ever endured. The pain radiated from my ass and just kept going in all directions. It felt like someone had poured red-hot charcoal on my butt. I started crying, but I did it quietly, to avoid angering them any further. Once again, I began weighing whether the peek I had gotten was worth the price I had paid. This time, I decided that it definitely was. The pain would go away, but the memory of the vista I beheld would live on forever. Arline wrapped a towel around my face in a manner that prevented my being able to see any more. "Bath time's over" she said in a harsh, angry whisper. Mortified and still stinging from the brushing, I spent most of the rest of that day in my room. At the meal table, I did not look up from my plate for fear that my eyes would meet theirs. Nothing much happened during the rest of the day except, when I went to the bathroom I was unable to close the door. It appeared to be jammed open. When I went to go pee, I noticed that there were several scratch marks on my penis. Light scabs had formed over some of the ones on my dick head, and the head appeared redder than usual. It was still aching somewhat, though the pain was not nearly as great as it had been that morning. My ball sack was also scratched up. It too had a few light scabs on it, and was also still sore. I looked up and there was Arline. "I just cleaned the toilet." She said. "I don't want you to dirty it, so pee in here." She handed me a jar. I thought it strange, but I did what she had asked. It was obvious that I was having trouble peeing with her looking at me but Arline continued staring at me anyway. Following that, she left with the jar. I looked at my butt in the full-length mirror in the bathroom, and there were ten swollen red lines, which stood out clearly, across my white ass. When I touched them, they burned in a manner reminiscent of the way they had, when I first received the lashings. Shortly after dinner, that night, Arline sent both Melina and me to bed, and she soon followed. I was exhausted, after being woken up so early that morning, and I closed my eyes attempting to go to sleep. Try as I may though, I was unable to find a comfortable position, due to the painful injuries that had been inflicted upon me that day. I spent the night tossing and turning, though I did it gently. I found myself awake far into the morning. I don't think I actually fell asleep at all that night. End Part 02/56 Continued in part 03/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 01/56 Summary: The main character is humiliated and diciplined by his stepmother (Arline) and his stepsister (Melina.) He learns about recycling. Some new things are added to his menu. Keywords: b,g,F/b,f/b,exhib,sad,viol,cbt,humil,anal, scat,ws,copr Boner Fide. The next day, Arline woke Melina and me up at four in the morning again, and ordered us into the shower again. She directed us to strip again, and once again, I was wearing my pajamas, having forgotten about what had occurred the prior day. Once again, I was naked and cold before Melina had even begun to remove most of her bedclothes. Arline instructed me to get on my knees, and to lean over the edge of the bathtub. The the tub was hard and cold on my naked body and knees. Melina, who was still mostly dressed, picked up the back scrubber. With that, silent tears started to flow from my eyes and down my cheeks as I remembered the agonizing events of the day before. Instead of striking me however, Melina rubbed soap onto the bristles on the end of the brush and then dripped some soapy water onto my asshole. For a moment, I was relieved to think that at least for the time being, I was apparently not going to receive a thrashing. I began to settle down; I eased up, and stopped crying, my muscles relaxed. Then without warning, Melina forcibly stuck the handle of the back scrubber deep into my butt hole. The handle was made of wood, was completely dry, and was of a substantial size. It stretched my back door to its limit. I can't describe the pain it caused. You've probably never had a thick, dry, wooden brush handle thrust into you, without lubrication. So it's likely you have no idea how painful it is. Try it if you don't believe me. Suffice it to say, I hollered when it happened, I stiffened up, and started crying again. Melina and Arline both started laughing hysterically. "Go ahead and scream." they said in what sounded like harmony. Arline handed me a blindfold, and ordered me to put it on. When I did, it completely obscured my vision. This really scared me because after that, I had no way to know what they might be preparing for me. Then, I found out. Both of them began spanking my butt as hard as they could. They each took the cheek nearest to them and began walloping away. I started bawling loudly, and Arline said to me in a menacing voice, "I have a headache, you'd better stop making noise, or else." I stopped the yelling, but the tears continued, and so did the battering. Finally, Melina said "My hand hurts." and they both stopped spanking me. Arline told Melina to remove the rest of her clothing and as near as I could determine based on what I was hearing, she did. Next, both of them started lightly stroking my ass cheeks and my loins with their fingertips. It tickled. I found it comforting after the beating that I had received just prior to that. I could feel my asshole tightening on the stick when they did it. Also, I didn't know why, but my penis began feeling strange again as if it was trying to stand up straight. I had no idea why this was happening, but it too felt sort of nice. It was embarrassing however, and I'm sure my face turned very red. They continued this for a while, and I stopped crying. Eventually however, they stopped. No Ifs Ands Or Butts. The handle of the brush was still up my butt, and one of them grabbed it and started moving it forward and back, left and right and around and around. Because I was wearing the blindfold, I had no way to tell whom it was. It hurt a great deal and reflexively, by butt cheeks squeezed tightly around it, which made it even more painful. Next, whoever it was began pulling it out and pushing it back in, repeatedly. This hurt terribly, and at that point, I began to worry that I might get splinters. I wondered how I was ever going to get splinters out of my asshole. Then I remembered Arline was a nurse. Surely she would know how to remove them. Nevertheless silent tears began rolling down my cheeks again. Whoever it was continued by working the stick in and out, and eventually, the pain eased up. Soon the motion caused me to feel like I had to take a shit. I tried holding back, but the in-out motion was making it impossible to resist. Try as I may, the motion caused involuntary muscles to react, and the inevitable happened. When whoever it was, pulled the stick all the way out, out came a matching set of large turds, right into the bathtub. Melina didn't react even though she was standing next to me. Arline spoke next. "You're going to learn how to recycle now." She said, "Stick your tongue out." I was still wearing the blindfold, but my nose perceived what was happening. I resisted. "Stick out your tongue" she said again, this time she spoke more loudly. I resisted again. "Stick out your tongue, or I'll have to discipline you" she said, this time it was more of a raspy whisper. She sounded menacing, but I continued to resist. "Thwack" something came down on my butt causing searing pain. "No." I yelled. "Thwack." "No." I screamed. "Thwack." "No." "Thwack." "All right!" Out came my tongue. It was easy to guess what that fowl smelling, bitter, slimy, putrid, flavor was. I began to puke. "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" said Melina. She was still standing next to me in the shower. "Thwack, thwack, thwack." "Don't ever do that again" said Arline. The pain was convincing. I stuck out my tongue, and tasted the pungent, yucky, disgusting product again. "Now lick it clean," she said. It was all I could do to recover from those first tastes, and now she wanted me to feast upon it. I was about to resist, but I realized that I was not going to win that battle. I figured that she would continue to flail me until I did what she wanted. I reasoned that it was after all my own shit, (I hoped) so it likely wasn't too toxic. "Well?" She said. Out came my tongue, and I began to lick the repulsive, revolting, vile product from the stick, gagging all the while, but not puking. It took quite some time for me to clean the stick to Arline's satisfaction because being blindfolded; I was unable to see what I was doing. But in the end, Arline was apparently satisfied, and she stopped beating me. After that, Arline told me to stand up, and told Melina to turn on the water. Melina turned it up extra hot as she had before. Then Arline handed us both soap and a scrubber brush, and told us to "disinfect" ourselves. I could hear Melina scrubbing away, and I began to cleanse myself. I must have done a better job that day, because Arline didn't criticize me. When I got to my penis however, though I tried to look like I was doing a good job, Arline obviously wasn't satisfied. Instead of telling me that she didn't like the job I was doing, she said "One can't really be expected to scrub one's own back well." She grabbed the brush, but instead of telling me to turn around, she grabbed my cock and started scrubbing it rigorously. If I had been a wall she was scrubbing with that brush, she would have removed the paint from it. She might as well have been using a wire brush on me; it felt like she was burning me with a blowtorch. "Owww" I yelled. "Quiet," she said, "this has to be completely cleaned." She scrubbed and scrubbed. Top, bottom, the sides, then the head, all of which she did with unrelenting vigor and, it seemed to me, malice. Then she grabbed my balls in a vise like grip and did my sensitive scrotal sack. This she scrubbed mercilessly, pounding it so hard with the brush that I thought my balls would burst. I was sure she was going to scar my genitals for life. When she finally did my back, she scraped it with such intensity; I figured there would be blood. I was surprised that it did not seem to hurt so much. I guess it was because my genitalia were throbbing from the abuse to such a degree, that I really didn't notice the pain of the rasping on my back. Arline then told Melina to turn off the water, which she did promptly. I heard the sound of a towel being furled around Melina and waited for the warmth of one to be placed on me. That did not happen. Instead, Arline opened the door and let cold air from the hallway rush in to the bathroom. I went from blazing, sweaty hot to freezing, icy cold in about thirty seconds. Before long, I was shivering and goose bumps the size of the Rocky Mountains soon covered me. "May I leave, Mother dear?" asked Melina, "Yes daughter, darling" sang Arline. "May I leave, mother dear?" I asked hopefully. "No, mongrel." she uttered. I could hear Melina's laughter echoing down the hall. Arline kept me there, wet and shivering until I air dried. After the bath, Arline led me to my room, still blindfolded. "Wait for me here" she said. When she returned, she removed the blindfold I had been wearing, and I looked up to see her and Melina standing there. Arline was wearing a black leather outfit so tight I could see the tips of her nipples protruding through the leather. Her breasts seemed to be trying to burst out of their confinement. In the cor- ner where her legs joined, there was a small lump. Hanging from her side, was what appeared to be a leather covered stick about two and a half feet long and about a quarter inch wide. In addition, she was wearing a black mask, like the one the Lone Ranger wore, only made out of leather. Melina was wearing an identical outfit, except smaller of course, her tits didn't bulge out at all, the way Arline's did, but her small nipples did, and the above the spot where her legs joined there was a distinct furrow. Arline handed me what looked like a leather blindfold. It had a black triangular patch with three leather strings. "Put this on" she said. I fumbled with it, trying to get it to fit over my face. I looked up questioningly at Arline. "Idiot" she said, tearing it from my hands with a viciousness that made my fingers numb. "Spread your legs." she said. I still was not comfortable standing nude in front of them, especially with my legs spread apart, so I resisted at first, but one look from Arline and I spread my legs apart far enough to drive an eighteen- wheeler through. Arline then connected two of the strings around my waist tightly. She pulled the third string between my legs and connected it tightly to the first two, behind my back. My penis had been standing straight out. The black patch, bent it uncomfortably in half and the third string bit into the crack of my ass. I looked in the mirror; it looked like I was wearing the bottom part of a bikini. Arline then handed me what looked like a small belt with sharp studs sticking out. It was too short to go around my waist, so I figured it had to go around my neck. I started to put it on, and looked up to see that Arline was nodding approvingly. "What shall we do now Mother?" asked Melina. The mocking tone in her voice suggested that she already knew the answer. "Let's go have breakfast," sang Arline in a similar tone. They led me to the kitchen. Melina sat down. Arline sat down. I took a seat. "Who said you could sit down?" Asked Arline. I stood up. "Bend over" said Arline. I was scared, but I did as she said. Arline pulled the switch from her side, and then brought it across my bare ass two times using full swings. It landed with a sickening "crack." "Yow" I screamed. That really hurt. Somehow, despite it being so thin, it hurt significantly more than whatever they had been using in the shower. Ripples of pain climbed over my body like a tidal wave. I got nauseous, and started gagging, but one look from Arline, and I stifled the puke. "You may now return to attention," said Arline. Arline went to the counter threw some bread into the toaster and started cracking eggs into a bowl. Tears were forming in my eyes, but I did not say anything. I simply watched Arline's every move with blurry vision. As she scrambled the eggs, I identified with them. I knew how the eggs felt, being broken and mixed up myself. She placed a frying pan over one of the burners on the stove and added some butter. When it had heated up sufficiently, she poured in the eggs. They made a shushing sound as she fried them. Having not gotten any sleep the night before, I was fried too. I remembered when my mother would cook eggs, back when she was alive. It was a fond memory because it let to breakfast, which was a good time for our family. At first, remembering back to those days relaxed me and I calmed down somewhat. But then, more tears fell when I realized that those days were gone now, probably forever. Next Arline removed most of the eggs from the pan and placed them on two plates along with some toast, then she added something to the remaining eggs, folded them over, omelet style, and put them on a third plate along with some toast. She placed the first two plates by her spot and Melina's, and placed the third plate (with the omelet) on the table in front of me. I was hungry. I hadn't eaten much the prior day, so I grabbed my fork ready for my breakfast. Arline smiled an evil smile and passed me the salt. Melina was smiling too. They both looked at me, staring. I wondered what the joke was. I spilled some salt onto the eggs, and took a forkful. Something dark was oozing out of the eggs, but I was too hungry to care. I took the forkful and popped it into my mouth. Raucous laughter filled the room and I realized that I had taken my first bite ever, of a shit omelet. I spit it onto the plate retching. "Eat it," said Arline. She started tapping the end of the switch onto her hand, wearing that frown of hers. I put some more salt on it, picked it up and swallowed that first bite again. The salt hadn't improved the flavor any. I finished the omelet, though in the end, it took many swats from Arline's lash to persuade me. Arline then went to the refrigerator and took out a glass of something yellow. I hoped at first that it was lemonade, but the color seemed off. My fears were confirmed when I took a sniff of the contents of the glass. As I had deduced, it was urine. "It's better chilled" she said with an evil smile. Suddenly I recognized it to be the glass she had used in the bathtub. I looked up pleadingly at Arline. She stared down impassively at me, and tapped the end of the switch on her free hand again. I took a small sip and it was terrible. I started heaving again, and Arline said "You may as well get used to it." I took another sip, and puked. Melina was sitting right next to us. "Ewwwwwwwwwwww." She said. Arline grabbed me, sat down and threw me over her knee. I could smell the leather of her outfit, and for a moment, it sort of gave me a brief thrill. But then Arline held me down and spread my ass cheeks wide apart. Melina removed her own lash and aiming it slowly and deliberately, she slammed it down savagely, three times landing it squarely in the crack of my ass. O h m y G o d. The thin cord, which secured the G-string I was wearing, did nothing to lessen the blows. These were the most painful shots yet. I screamed louder than I had done before. I brought my hand to my butt hole and then looked at the moisture. I was bleeding. Arline let me loose. I looked up at her. She seemed just the slightest bit sorry at first, then her face hardened, the frown returned to her lips, and she pointed to the glass. I drank it quickly, and then ran off, retching, all the way to my room. I'm not sure why, but for some reason, when lunch came, I wasn't hungry. I stayed in my room. I lay there on my bed most of the day. My butt hole was really sore, so I just lay on my stomach trying to relax as much as I could, what with my butt and my genitals stinging and all. Something kept echoing persistently in my head. What had Arline meant by "You may as well get used to it." I was afraid that I did know what she meant, but I couldn't believe she would actually be trying to poison me. That is what I expected would happen. What had I done to her to make her be so mean to me? Later that day, I snuck out of my room to get a drink of water. Melina heard me in the bathroom. I had tried to lock the door, but Arline had disabled the lock. Melina burst into the bathroom, and grabbed the glass of water from my hands. She was still wearing her leather outfit. I was still wearing the thong. She stared down at the patch of black I was wearing and checked out the bulge, which had formed. She emptied the glass and said "I'll take care of this for you. Get out, and don't open the door." Then she walked into the bathroom and came out a minute later with the glass half-full of liquid. It was dark in the hallway, and I couldn't tell what was in the glass. I was cautious, and smelled its contents. As I thought, it was piss, and it was still warm. I handed back the glass, "Thanks anyway," I said, and I wandered off. "Okay," she said. "Go thirsty if you want. You'll have to drink eventually." I went into the kitchen, Arline was there, reading. "What do you want?" She asked. "May I please have something to drink?" I asked. "Sure" she said, and pointed to a pitcher of yellow liquid. "Help yourself." I ran crying to my room. When dinnertime arrived, I went into the kitchen, hopeful for a reprieve. There were only two chairs at the table. I understood that there was no chair for me, so I remained standing. Arline served TV dinners. Arline got a Mexican dinner. Melina got fried chicken. I got green beans and corn. The main section contained a small piece of meatloaf and what proved to be baked shit from that morning's shower. I felt sick. I started to walk out of the kitchen, but Arline said "We eat our dinners as a family in this house." I decided I would just stand at my place, but Arline said "What's the matter? Don't you like my cooking? I'll be insulted if you don't finish your tray." I picked up a fork and started eating the part of the tray that was actually food. Arline and Melina continued eating and when their trays were finished, they began staring at me. I ate the corn, which was in another section. They continued watching. I ate the third section, which contained green beans. I hated green beans, but I wanted to appear to be enjoying my meal and I didn't want to have to eat the excrement. Then Arline began tapping the switch against her hand. I took a bite of what was remaining on my tray. Melina and Arline had finished their trays, but I still had a good bit of what had originally been on my tray. In fact, I had only eaten that part of the entr�e section that was actually meatloaf, and they knew it. Arline began tapping the switch on her free hand again, and she started looking scary, Melina was smiling wickedly. Slowly, I began to finish off the rest of the tray. It was awful, bitter, disgusting and it stuck to my tongue and roof of my mouth. When I had finished every morsel on my tray, Arline handed me a glass of liquid. That was too much to bear. I began throwing up uncontrollably. Arline and Melina beat me soundly. Then they gave me some paper towels and made me clean up the whole mess, including the dishes. An hour later, I staggered into my bedroom and looked in the mirror. The lashes on my butt were too numerous to count. They stood out starkly, red and swollen. In spots, they were covered with scabs. Once again, I got very little sleep that night. I just lay around on my stomach most of the night. Moments after I finally fell asleep, Arline woke me up. It was four in the morning. End Part 03/56 Continued in part 04/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 04/56 Summary: The main character is bound, gagged and disciplined. The new memu continues. Our hero is introduced to a new health procedure. He learns more about water sports, and recycling. Keywords: b,g,exhib,sad,viol,Fdom,cbt,humil,ht,bd scat,copr The Enemy Of My Enema Is My Friend. We assembled in the shower. I was pleased with myself, because I had remembered to dress heavily, the night before. There I stood, toe to toe with Melina. I was sweating like a gin and tonic in a steam bath, from wearing several pairs of pajamas, several pairs of socks, and a nightcap. Arline looked at me as if I had two heads. She was obviously not impressed, and ordered me to remove all of the clothing, "immediately." She did not ask Melina to remove hers at all. Moments later, I was standing naked in the shower again, and Melina still had all of her clothing on, as usual. She told Melina to get out of the shower, and then ordered me to get on my knees, with my hands on the floor of the shower. I was kneeling in an embarrassing and uncomfortable position, with my balls hanging down and my ass cheeks spread apart. Arline took a hose out of the bag she usually carried to the shower. A rubber, hot water bottle was connected the hose. She hung the hot water bottle on the shower curtain rod. Then she wet a bar of soap, and rubbed it on my butt hole. With that, she shoved a plastic tube, which was at the other end of the hose, violently into my asshole, and released a clip on the tube. I could feel warm water flowing into my butt. "Take a deep breath," she ordered. "Again" she said. The warm water continued to flow and she continued, instructing me to breathe deeply. After the bottle emptied, she put a five- gallon plastic bucket into the bathtub and told me to sit on it and "Hold it in" she said. "For how long" I asked. "Forever" she answered, and pulled out a stopwatch. I sat there, breathing and squeezing, for as long as I could. Eventually, stuff began leaking out. Slowly, at first, just a few drops at a time, then, unable to control myself any longer, a rush of gooey brown water came out. Arline hit the stopwatch. "Not long enough" she said sternly. Arline continued to have me sit on the bucket as the rest of the contents of my colon evacuated. Then she put a top on the bucket and removed it from the bathtub. Melina was dressed, sitting on top of the toilet bowl, suggestively waving her hand by her nose to relieve the smell, so Arline turned on the ventilator fan. Arline put the blindfold on me, and then she had Melina strip and turn on the water. When I started to pee, I could feel Arline directing the spray into a vessel of some sort. The shower continued much the same way it had on the previous days, except that for the first time ever, Arline had me scrub Melina's back. I really couldn't see what I was doing because (Duh) I was blindfolded, but I could tell I was doing Melina's back harder than she was really used to, by the way in which she was arching herself when I did it. Causing Melina pain while washing her, made me feel vindicated. As I got close to Melina's ass, I grew hopeful that I might cop a feel, but Arline stopped me before I got there. Then Arline told Melina to "sterilize" my entire body, and as far as I could tell, she did. Front, back, top, bottom, left, right, outside and then, inside (Ouch). Once again, Arline gave Melina a bath towel, and I had to air dry. After I dried, Arline led me to my room, and removed the blindfold. She handed me the G- String and had me put it on. Then she buckled a thick, stiff, leather belt tightly to my waist. Connected to that belt over my hips, were leather handcuffs. When she buckled my wrists into the cuffs, I found that I was unable to move my arms from my sides. Next, she put on the studded collar. This time she clipped a steel chain link leash to the collar. When Arline led me around by it, I found that I was obliged to go wherever she led me. "Let's go have breakfast," said Arline. She led me by the leash into the kitchen, and connected the leash to a hitch near the center of the table. I found that the leash was only long enough to allow me to stand up if I bent over a little. Melina had cooked breakfast. I noticed my oatmeal was darker than the other servings, and for a moment I imagined it had brown sugar and cinnamon on it. Then I began to gag a little bit when I realized what the source of the color actually was. I couldn't eat my cereal with the cuffs on so I had to wait until Arline and Melina finished their breakfasts. I hoped they might forget about me, but no such luck. When they were ready, Melina gently took a spoon of the abhorrent gruel and carefully placed it by my nose as one would a child. I didn't open my mouth. Melina was obliged to squeeze my cheeks together like a dog, to compel me to open up my mouth. It worked, and Melina placed the spoon into my mouth and then withdrew it, neatly drawing the edge of the spoon across my lips, like one does for a baby, to pick up the spillage. I spit the foul smelling porridge out, into the bowl. Arline pulled the switch off her belt, and began tapping it against her hand. Melina tried to feed me another spoonful, but I wouldn't open my mouth. Arline grabbed the leash, and pulled it all the way down. Then she hitched it to the far side of the table. I couldn't stop what was to happen next. Arline had my arms helplessly bound up with the cuffs and my body bent over the table with the leash. My butt was standing out, over the edge of the table, in the air; a sitting duck. Two lightning strikes later, I was in agony. The torment seemed even worse with my hands helplessly tied to my hips. I screamed. "Go ahead and scream." Arline reminded me. I looked up at the lash, then down at the bowl, then pleadingly at Arline. Then I opened my mouth, and Melina fed me the rest of the bowl, without incident. Melina offered me a drink, but I wasn't going to drink my own urine unless I had to. "You're going to get thirsty eventually," she said. "Maybe so" I thought to myself, "But not today." I was going to delay it as long as I could. Arline unhitched the leash and then led me to a spot in the living room where there was a 2-inch high board on the floor. She made me step onto the board, and then she stood on a chair and hitched the leash to a spot high on the wall above the board. There was no slack in the leash. She said "step off of the board." When I did, I found that the leash was too tight to allow me to stand on the carpet unless I was on tippy toes. If I wasn't, the collar around my throat dug uncomfortably into my neck, and pretty much stopped the air from getting through. Arline took out a stopwatch and hit the start button. "I'll be back," she sang. With that, she left. This was frightening. I wondered if I was going to choke to death. I held the position with my heels off the floor, and soon my toes, feet, calves and ass muscles started getting tired. I tried lowering my heels, but the stiff collar bit into my flesh. Still cuffed at my sides, my hands were unable to help me. "Arline" I cried, "Let me go, I'm choking." Arline came inside, looked at me, then looked at her watch, and then she walked out of the room without a word. My toes, feet, calves and especially my ass muscles were becoming excruciatingly painful. I began to falter. My ability to keep my heels up was waning. Slowly they began dropping to the floor. "Please Arline" I said. My voice was beginning to sound strained. Arline came in, looked at the stopwatch, and then brought the board over to my feet. "All right, pick up your feet," she said. I picked up first one foot then the next and she placed the board under them. After I got up onto the board, Arline unhooked the leash, and let me down. My lower half ached from my ass to the tips of my toe nails. I was barely able to walk to my room as she led me back. I lay on my bed and let the blood return to my legs. Arline soon came into my room, and said "lunchtime" in a merry singsongy voice. I had a good idea what to expect, but I went anyway. I was quite hungry by then. My legs still ached from my having been strung up in the living room. The meals were served when I got to the kitchen,. There were sandwiches, on some kind of whole wheat. Arline let one of my arms out of its cuff. I picked up the sandwich in front of me and sniffed at its contents. As I had expected, it was a shit sandwich, with mustard. Arline was sitting across from me with the switch on the table. She stared at me, and then began rolling the lash back and forth. "What's the matter, don't you like sandwiches?" she asked sneeringly. I'm sorry" I said, "I don't like whole wheat" I answered sarcastically. Arline smiled wickedly. "Well, aren't we the connoisseur." she said wryly. She began rolling the switch on the table again. I decided not to mock her any further, and I took a bite. The taste hadn't gotten any better than it had been for breakfast, but it didn't make me heave as much as it had previously. It did however, get caught in my throat. When I looked around the table, the only thing to drink was the usual glass of yellow liquid. I was certain I knew what it was; nevertheless, I grabbed it and washed the mouthful of sandwich down with it. I was right about it being piss, and I began gagging for a second, but I held everything down, and Arline looked pleased. I didn't get that look from her often. "Well," I said, "at least the bread is high in fiber. That makes it health food, right?" I continued eating lunch and eventually finished the meal and the beverage, pretty much without incident. "Do you want seconds?" Arline asked. Melina laughed for a second, but after one look from Arline, she stopped. "I've had sufficient?" I answered raising my voice in a questioning pitch at the end. "Don't you want desert?" Arline asked. She had one of those looks. "No thank you?" I said unsure of myself. "I insist." Said Arline. With that, she went to the refrigerator and removed a bowl. She set it in front of my place. It contained a turd with a line of canned whip cream on top. I grabbed the spoon from in front of me and took a bite. I liked the sandwich better, but the whipped cream itself was excellent. I indicated to Arline that I really wasn't hungry, but it did not look like Arline was going to take "no" for an answer. I finished it hoping that at least it was my own turd, but I was not sure. It tasted different from the stuff I had eaten earlier. "Oh my God," I thought, "I really was becoming a connoisseur." Later that day, I tried going to the bathroom for some water. Melina cut me off.(Not literally.) "I just want something to drink." I said innocently. "Don't come in" Melina said. Then she went into the bathroom, and come out a minute later with a glass of something. "That's Okay," I said, "I'm not thirsty anymore." I went back into my bedroom. A few moments later, I snuck into the bathroom, and took my first unsupervised piss in days. I let it all out, into the toilet bowl and flushed before anyone noticed, or so I thought. For dinner that night Melina had made stew. My wrists were both cuffed to the belt, and the leash had been shackled close to the table. I had to wait for them to finish eating before they served my dinner. Before serving me my bowl, Melina stirred something into the stew. I knew what was happening. She stuck the bowl in front of my spot, and then she withdrew a spoonful of the stew and held it to my lips. I opened my mouth, took in the spoonful, and then swallowed with difficulty. The aroma and taste of excrement was stronger than usual. I wondered if there was actually any stew in the bowl at all. Melina gave me a bite of the biscuit, which was floating in the stew. It tasted okay. Then she gave me another spoonful of the stew. I took it into my mouth and started chewing. A minute later, I was still chewing the same bite. Melina then grabbed the glass of liquid, and brought it up to my lips. Suddenly, I recognized the glass, as the one she had taken into the bathroom with her. This time, I was sure that it wasn't my urine, but was hers. I wasn't going to drink someone else's urine knowingly, so I pursed my lips. Arline had been watching us with great atten- tiveness, and she began to roll the switch on the table again. I didn't care what she did. I wasn't going to drink someone else's piss. She came behind me and smacked the lash forcefully against my ass. I screamed, and then closed my mouth again. Again she struck. I remained resolute. She waited a second, and then struck again. I stayed adamant. I lost count of the number of times she beat me. I was hungry, and I was thirsty. I was even ready to eat the supper, which they had prepared for me. But I wasn't going to drink someone else's pee. That was that. "Okay, that does it," said Arline. Arline unhitched the leash from the table, and led me to my room then she threw me onto the bed. She did not remove my wrists from the cuffs. She rolled me onto my back, and held me down. Melina came into the room. She was carrying the glass of urine, and a large funnel. Melina kneeled down on the bed such that my head was between her knees making me unable to move my head. She squeezed my cheeks into my teeth, forcing me to open my mouth, then, she stuck in the funnel. The funnel went deep into my mouth, and I was unable to dislodge it. Melina held my nose closed, and then began to pour the urine into the funnel, a little at a time. Try as I may, I could not resist the urine, which flooded into my mouth. With my nostrils closed, it was only seconds before I had to swallow the piss in order to breathe. I heaved several times, but it wasn't long before I had consumed the entire glass. "Okay" Arline said, "No dinner for you tonight." She turned the lights out and left me with my wrists bound, in bed for the rest of the night. Thanks to the beating I had received that night, I got no sleep before the next morning arrived. A Running Gag. Life continued much the same for the next few days. Early mornings, hot showers, and scouring, (which I was getting used to) blindfold, handcuffs, leash, excrement and urine, (which I was also getting used to) caning, etc. In addition, Arline added a new toy to our routine. It was a hard rubber ball about an inch and a half in diameter, which she stuck into my mouth and secured with a strap behind my head. Once inserted, I couldn't remove it. (Well I could have, if my hands had been free.) It wasn't so bad except it caused me to drool constantly, and made it impossible to talk. I was unable to object verbally to anything Arline wanted me to do, except to say "Uhhah, uhhahuh." and the like. The girls cooked a wide variety of menu selections. All of the selections for me contained that essential ingredient, but were usually the same entrees that they were eating. As near as I could determine they were good cooks, who prepared healthy menus. I was getting used to that added ingredient and had actually begun to enjoy the food that they were cooking. I even managed to tolerate the nectar that I was now getting all the time. It tasted a little bit like liquid pretzels. Whoever's it was, it apparently wasn't killing me. One day, the enemas stopped. After a few days, I began to wonder where they were getting that special component that they were still using in all my entrees. Whenever I would wonder that, I would drive the encroaching reality of what I was eating from my mind by closing my eyes, shaking my head back and forth, really hard, and thinking about all the things I was going to tell my father, when he got home. After lunch, Arline began "training" me in a new "exercise" as she called it. First, she inserted my ball gag, then, she stood me on the two-inch tall board in the living room. Next, she tied a string around my balls. She tied the other end of the string to the hook, high on the wall, to which she had originally attached my leash. She made the string tight leaving no slack, and pulling uncomfortably on my scrotum. Then, as she had the other time, she made me get off the board. I was obliged to remain on my tippy toes to prevent having the string tear my nuts off. She would punch the stopwatch and she began to leave me there for ever-increasing periods of time. First, I would get cramps in my muscles. Then eventually, my muscles would tire and first my toes would falter, then my calves, then eventually my leg and ass muscles would fail, leaving all of my muscles in intense pain and my balls blue and stretched. Eventually she would release me. Following this exercise, it was common for my balls to hang down to my knees. After this exercise, Arline would lead me almost crippled to my room and I would lie on my bed until dinner. One morning after having both of us cleanse, I heard Melina saying "I don't see why I have to do this". Arline answered her only with "Take deep breaths" then "now hold it". Even though I was blindfolded, I figured out what was happening. A minute or so later I felt an enema tube being inserted into my rectum, the water began to flow, and Arline said "Take deep breaths". Then "Now hold it." Then Arline said "Whoever loses it first, gets another scouring." Melina said "But Mother, this is unfair. Why did I have to go first?" "Because you're better at it." Arline answered. I didn't want another scrubbing, I was already sore. So I did my best to hold it in. Melina and I both sat there, breathing deeply, squeezing and grunting until at last, Melina cut loose. The room filled up with the characteristic aroma. Then I let go. Arline turned on the ventilation fan. Then I heard her scouring Melina. Melina was not very nice to me that day. She was never nice to me anyway, but that day she was especially callous. No love lost, I thought, so I didn't care. In fact, I was glad. Later we had breakfast. Open faced sandwiches on toast. I reckoned that Arline had probably buttered my toast with Melina's feces, but I was rather used to it by then. It tasted a little bit like bitter peanut butter and was the only breakfast I was going to get. Besides that, Arline was sitting there rolling the lash on the table, so I ate it. After lunch, Arline and Melina came into my room dressed in their leather outfits. Arline had me put on the blindfold, and then she instructed me to lie, face up on my bed. I felt someone getting on the bed beside me. Then I felt something brush against my face. Next, something covered my mouth. At first, I thought it was someone's hand. I got alarmed. I could hardly breathe. Then Arline said something surprising. "Open your mouth." Then she said. "Are we ready?" "Yes Mother" replied Melina. Warm liquid entered my mouth. I recognized the taste. "Swallow" said Melina gently. Caught completely off guard, I swallowed. "Yuck" I said. But it was hardly audible because Melina was sitting on my face, completely covering my mouth. Arline and Melina both started laughing. I closed my mouth. "He's stopped," said Melina disappointedly. "Don't stop, or else," said Arline. (I had learned that "Or else" meant I was dangerously close to receiving a sound beating.) Resignedly, I opened my mouth. Melina resumed peeing, slowly, allowing time for me to swallow between doses. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. I had been having regular doses of urine with meals and whenever I was thirsty, so I was sort of used to it despite it being warm. "At least it's fresh," I thought to myself. When she was done, Melina said "lick it clean". I did. For some reason, I found that I was excited by doing that, and it made my willy feel funny. I wasn't sure why. What didn't occur to me was the fact that that, was my first taste of actual female. I wished I could have kept my tongue there all day. It was as close as I had gotten to seeing her vagina up to that point. "Mmmmmmmmm" said Melina. When Arline heard Melina say that, she quickly said "That's it, Melina." Then Melina said "Can't we have him ...uh... clean it a little ...uh... better?" Arline said "That's not a good idea" and Melina rolled off. End Part 04/56 Continued in part 05/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 05/56 Summary: The main character is humiliated and diciplined. Our hero endures a tragedy. Keywords: b,g,rim,sad,viol,Fdom,anal,enem,ht,scat, copr,tragic Oh, Shit. A few days later, at bath time, Arline gave Melina and me enemas with the usual advisory, don't spill any, and then Arline had me lay on the bottom of the tub with my mouth open. She ordered Melina to squat over me. I was blindfolded, but not stupid. I quickly guessed what was going on. When Melina let go, a torrent of runny poopies deluged me. It landed all over my head, in my hair, my face, and in my mouth. Arline said "Close your mouth. And swallow. Or else." By then, I was used to having feces in my food, but a mouthful of pure, warm bum brownie, that was another matter. I swallowed hard, but it just came back up. Arline leaned me over the bathtub, and beat me quite a few times. Suddenly, the enema I was carrying cut loose. It went all over my ass and legs, all over the bathtub, and all over Melina, who screamed. It was a hell of a mess. Arline gave Melina a thorough scouring, for cutting loose first. Then put a towel around her, and sent her to her room. Then she gave me the hardest scrubbing I had gotten yet, and made me clean up the bathroom. When Arline removed the blindfold, she was dressed, but I wondered if she had been naked before the disaster. After cleaning the bathroom, my breakfast was cold. It was scrambled eggs, toast and turds, fried up to look like sausages. Arline and Melina had left the kitchen by then, so I ate the eggs and toast, but I left the "sausages." I threw them into the garbage, and covered them with some paper towels. When lunch came around, Arline had found the sausages. She led me into the kitchen, and tethered my leash close to the opposite side of the table from where I was standing. I was bent over the table with my ass sticking out over the edge. Arline then positioned a plate directly under my nose. On it were the sausages she had retrieved from the garbage. Then she rubbed my nose in them as if I was a puppy who had made poo poo on the floor. "The penalty for wasting your food is ten lashes," she said. "That's not food." I said defiantly. "Yes it is." She said "It's shitwurst." She pulled the switch out. Then she beat me intensely, ten times, slowly counting each strike aloud. "Now," she said "you are going to eat these." Arline took a fork and picked up a piece of the sausage. She held it in my face. When I didn't open my mouth to receive the morsel, she poked the fork into my lips. "Owww" I said, opening my mouth. She stuck in the fork, and dropped in the first piece. Then she picked up the switch. I could see she wasn't taking any shit from me. (So to speak.) I chewed, and then swallowed the brownie. Piece by piece, she made me finish the plate. "Now we'll eat lunch, right?" she said. She picked up a large spoon and brought it behind her. Then she bent over. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but I could guess. Seconds later, she returned to me with a spoonful of fresh butt pudding. It was the shittiest smelling stuff that had ever graced my nose. I hesitated for a second, but then I felt my ass still stinging from the lambasting I had already received. I didn't want any more of that, so I opened up and received the dollop of fresh crapola. It was warm and gooey, like peanut butter, only stinkier, and terribly bitter. As I chewed it, it stuck to my tongue, my teeth, and the roof of my mouth. I could feel puke coming up into my throat. I tried to head it off by swallowing hard, but it was just too much to take. Up it came, out my mouth and nose and onto the table. Arline smacked me several times, forcefully with the switch, then reached inside and grabbed another glob of fudge. This time after placing it in my mouth, she held my nose closed. I tried swallowing it without chewing it, but the result was the same. Whack, whack, whack went the switch. The next time, she pulled out a heaping spoonful of dung. I opened my mouth resignedly. She placed the spoon behind my front teeth, and then pulled the spoon out scraping it against my upper teeth. I chewed it then swallowed. Then Arline covered my mouth and my nose with her hands. I retched, then puked, but there was nowhere for it to go. I puked again, still nowhere to go. I was beginning to choke. I swallowed hard, holding the puke back with my tongue. At last, it stayed down. Arline let my mouth and nose go. Arline let my leash free. "Lick everything clean, including the floor. Or there will be consequences." I had to lick up the vomit in addition to the discharged anal butter. I learned a valuable lesson that day; only I'm not sure what that was. I was terribly hungry for dinner that night, but was reluctant to go. I hid in my room hoping nobody would notice that I wasn't at the table. Arline sent Melina to get me. Melina was wearing her leather outfit. She looked unbelievably beautiful when she called for me. She led me with the leash poised over her shoulder. I followed behind her; I noticed her butt was waving back and forth seductively. I couldn't imagine why I found it so enticing. "Wasn't that the apparatus that had just defiled my breakfast?" I thought to myself. Dinner was a "shitburger" with melted cheese on a bun. Being famished and having no other items on my menu I resolved not to waste any of the cheese or the bun. When Arline saw me trying to separate the cheese from the burger, she gave me one of her now famous "I wouldn't try that if I were you" looks, and I thought better of it. I took a bite of the burger the way Melina had served it. "Could be worse" I decided, and swallowed the bite. It scared me to think that I beginning to accept butt nuggets for my meal, but I rationalized that I was undoubtedly just enjoying the flavor of the bun and cheese. Still I was glad that I hadn't puked it up, because puking seemed to anger Arline more than anything else did. I finished the doo doo sandwich without incident and washed it down with a large, cool glass of iced pee. The Shit List. On the third week after he left, Arline informed me my father was to return home in a few days. I began to go over all the indiscretions that had transpired since he had left. I decided to tell him everything. Arline cautioned me that she would deny everything, and that my father would believe her and would probably punish me for lying to him. I decided that this was unlikely, because my father loved me enough at least to listen to me. I was sure that if I showed him the scars on my backside he would believe me. This was the time, I thought, to make my move. I began making a list. As I began listing things, Melina suddenly popped into my head, and I realized with a start that if my dad kicked Arline out of the house, Melina would certainly wind up leaving with her. Mean as Melina was to me, I wasn't okay with having her leave. Suddenly I had second thoughts about telling my dad. Sure, life with Arline was bad, terrible even, but I now understood that life without Melina might be worse. "Oh God," I thought, "I'm in love with Melina. How could I have fallen in love with her?" I wondered. I figured that it must be Stockholm syndrome (an emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage, due to continuous stress, dependence, and a need to cooperate for survival.) It made sense, in that they were holding me prisoner in my own house. I decided that I would tell my father anyway. I took out a pen and paper and began making a list. There was waking up at four in the morning (That might make me seem lazy. It would be better to leave that off the list.) There was standing naked, in front of Arline. (That was embarrassing, but, Arline was a nurse. My father might not understand what the problem was. Better, not include that.) Then there was standing naked in front of Melina. (That was also embarrassing, but I was beginning to enjoy that for reasons I didn't understand. Better, not include that.) The hot water (It wasn't actually causing damage, so I figured I'd better leave that out.) There was the scouring with the brushes (I was getting used to that, best not to mention it.) There were the enemas. (My dad might think it was some kind of health procedure. Better, not include it.) The beatings (My father might not believe me, or he might side with Arline and agree that they were necessary, and they might get worse. Besides, I was reluctant to show him my ass, having not done that before, like ever.) Shit and piss for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (It was too sensitive a subject and unbelievable, besides I had no proof. Forget that one.) Then there was the G-string, collar, leash and restraint belt. (Arline had removed them and hidden them somewhere; I had no proof of them either.) Then there was Melina (I was beginning to think that she was actually a positive force in my life.) When I looked at my paper, it was blank. I decided that when he got home, I would tell my father that everything was fine. All Is Lost. That night, Arline received a phone call at midnight. This woke the house. Arline came into my room in the morning and woke me. She seemed sad. She woke Melina up and gave us our shower. I noticed that the scouring seemed to be less painful than it usually was. Arline gave each of us a towel after the bath. I wondered if she was losing it. We had breakfast and there was not the usual dose of excrement I had been used to receiving. At that point, I knew something was wrong. After breakfast, Arline told Melina to wait in her bedroom then she took me to my bedroom. "What's the matter?" I asked. Arline paused for a minute, then her face contorted, and she started crying. By then, I was beside myself. I couldn't imagine what could upset Arline so. She always seemed so strong. Finally, Arline looked at me sadly and said, "Your father's ship has been lost at sea." She began crying again. Stunned, I was unable to respond at first. I thought it was just another one of Arline's cruel jokes. For a few moments, I just stood there in denial, watching Arline cry. Then it dawned on me, I had never before seen Arline cry. I had never even seen her sad. As mean as she was, one thing Melina and I depended on, was that she was a rock. Tears welled up in my eyes as the significance of what she had said began to dawn on me. "Oh God, not my father." I thought. "Who's going to support us? Who's going to take care of us? Who's going to save me from Arline?" I wondered. Arline sat in a chair across from me and the two of us stared, blinking at each other, crying, wordlessly for a while. "What happened to him?" I asked finally. "They're not sure," said Arline. "All they know is that there was a storm, and that his ship put out a "mayday", then, they lost communication with it. A ship must report in every six hours, no matter what, and they aren't supposed to stop radio communication at all, after reporting an SOS. They have sent the Coast Guard to their last reported location, but they haven't found anything. It's been two days since they lost contact and they fear the worst." I looked in Arline's face. She was truly grieving. For the first time, I was sure she really had loved my father, and now it was too late. After Arline and I stopped crying, she was amazingly kind to us all the rest of that day. We had family time, played games, and even went out to eat at a Chinese restaurant where they didn't put poop in the food. I was surprised that she could be so nice. We had not yet told Melina about my father, so Melina had no idea what was up, but she was glad for all the attention. End Part 05/56 Continued in part 06/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 06/56 Summary: The main character is imposed upon by his stepmother (Arline) and stepsister (Melina.) Keywords: b,g,F/b,inc,nc,rim,fdom,Fdom,ds,anal,ht, oral,scat,ws,copr Arline Helps Herself. The next morning, Arline woke me earlier than usual. I stumbled into the bathroom. To my surprise, Melina wasn't there yet. Arline had me get into the tub, and then put on my blindfold. "Now undress," she told me, I did. "Now lie down in the tub," instructed Arline. I did and the cold tub caused goose bumps to form on my arms. A few moments passed during which I heard some swishing. Then I could feel things being placed on either side of me. Something came down on my face. It was moist, warm, hairy, and it pretty much covered all of my face, especially my mouth and nose. To my horror, I realized that it had to be Arline. I did my best to breathe under the circumstances, but could only breathe through my nose. There was a strong musky odor present. Somewhere between perfume, curry, and the smell that a public toilet gets when the deodorizer isn't working. I was becoming agitated. Then Arline said "Open your mouth" I became anxious. I hesitated for a moment and Arline said "Well?" I knew what was coming. "It will all be over soon," I reassured myself. I opened up. Arline said "Good. Now don't spill a drop, or else." Arline started peeing slowly at first. "Don't forget to swallow," she sang. I had noticed that some glasses of the urine I was served had a stronger flavor than other glasses did. Now I understood that Arline's urine tasted stronger than Melina's did. Arline began peeing faster and faster. I kept up with it at first, but eventually, Arline delivered more than I could handle. The piss started going up my nose, into my lungs and onto the bathtub. I began to cough. "Aha" Arline said and she stopped. "Get up and lean over the side of the bathtub." I did and Arline immediately began whipping me with her switch. She gave me five brutal lashes, and said, "Now we'll continue." I got back in the tub and Arline finished peeing. Then she said "We're not done yet." Arline changed her position slightly and with that, she positioned herself with her back door over my mouth. "This isn't good," I said to myself. Arline said "Suck my sphincter" I didn't know what a sphincter was but I understood what she wanted. I hesitated. Arline asked "Do I have to teach you another lesson today?" I began to suck using my lips and opening my jaw the way one smokes a cigarette or sucks on a straw and soon, my mouth started filling up with shit. "Make sure to chew your food before you swallow it." Said Arline. I would have taken her advice, but I was filling up too fast. That was when I observed that there were little threads of whole-wheat hulls, bean jackets and pieces of raw vegetable in her fecal matter. Arline and Melina ate a healthy diet, rich in roughage. Somehow I rationalized that I must be getting my minimum daily requirement of fiber second hand and should be happy about it. It was health food. After a few minutes, and several stimulations of her sphincter, Arline was finished. "Now, clean me up." She said. I licked and licked. I took a while because BM was covering my tongue. Arline seemed to be enjoying every minute of it though. "Is it clean yet?" She asked. "Yes" I said. "Now clean the front. I want you to clean me out like a cake bowl." She said. She shifted her position and I started to lick her dry. I wasn't sure why, but for some reason, this seemed exciting to me. I realized that I was actually getting to explore a real female sex organ, albeit with my tongue. A boy spends his whole life wondering about those mysteries. The closest I'd gotten up to that point, was that brief peek when the soapsuds fell off, and I really hadn't gotten to see much then. also that quick flash of Melina's ass (for which I paid heavily.) Now Arline was forcing me to delve into her entire apparatus. Excitedly, I began moving my tongue across her vagina. I noticed that there were several layers or textures within her anatomy, which I hadn't noticed with Melina. There was an outer layer with hair on it. Then there was an inner layer, which wobbled back and forth, as I licked it. There was a channel, between them, which went deep, deep inside, farther than my tongue, could reach, and there was a bump like formation, like a pimple at the top of it. After a short while, the taste of urine went away, and I figured I had completed cleaning her off. I noticed that inside, Arline still had a flavor. Though less intense than urine, it was still slightly urine like, but also tasted a little like broth, maybe beef. Also, there was something creamy about the flavor inside. Arline instructed me to keep licking, to lick deep inside, and then move my tongue towards the front where the bump was, and not to stop until she told me to. "Like a cake bowl" she reminded me. When I did this, Arline began to lean back and then forward, in synchrony with my licking. At first, I thought that she thought it would help get the area cleaner. But after cleaning every part of the formation, she continued doing it faster and faster. I was getting tired, but she had ordered me not to stop, so I didn't. Next, she began breathing heavily, as if she was out of breath, but I wasn't going to stop until she told me to. Then she began moaning but I wasn't going to stop. Soon, creamy liquid began dripping into my mouth and down my throat, though that disgusted me, I didn't stop. She began shrieking and grabbed onto my cock in order to keep from sliding off. This kept going for quite a while, but I wasn't going to stop until she told me to. Finally, with a long sigh, she stopped and got off my face. I began retching, because of the slimy liquid, also because some of her hairs were caught in my throat. I thought my tongue was going to fall off. Arline then called Melina and had her strip and get into the tub. Arline instructed Melina to sit on my face. "Please, I'm full" I complained to Arline. "Do what you're told, or else," said Arline. Melina did what Arline had ordered her to do, but she was patient, and didn't rush things. I had no trouble consuming all that she had. I noticed that Melina didn't have as strong an odor as Arline did. "I was right," I said to myself, "Arline's urine is stronger tasting than Melina's." After I had cleaned off the urine, Melina tasted similar to Arline, but was much milder inside. Also, my tongue couldn't go in as deep as it had with Arline, there was no deep channel and there was a lot less creamy liquid. Once again, Arline only allowed me to clean Melina off for only a few seconds. Arline quickly said "okay, that's enough. It's time for your showers." I was glad, my tongue was cramping. End Part 06/56 Continued in part 07/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 07/56 Summary: The main character's stepmother( Arline) and stepsister (Melina) Have fun at his expense. Keywords: F/b,f/b,bd,sad,tort,viol,anal,scat The Fourth Of July Is No Picnic. On the Fourth of July, we had a barbecue. We ate outside, on the patio, with paper plates and cups. The lunch menu included hamburgers, hot dogs and I got shits kabobs. I ate my lunch hungrily, and washed it down with a tall glass of iced pee. It was the first time I had ever enjoyed eating green peppers. After cooking the meal, Arline lowered the charcoals to the ground, undid my G-string, and ordered me to stand with my legs straddling the grill. Arline stood over me holding the switch waiting. Soon the heat from the coals began to warm my balls. "Roasted nuts." Arline said smiling. Before long, the heat reached my ass cheeks and my dick. "Please Arline, let me go." I said. Arline put her hand on my balls and felt them. "I like them well done." she said. "Please Arline, no more, they're burning." I pleaded. They were now uncomfortably hot. Arline stared at me aloofly. Then she grabbed one of my ass cheeks and said, "They're not even browning yet. Don't you stop." My balls felt like they were on fire. I couldn't stand it any longer. I moved out of the way of the heat. Melina bent me over while Arline slammed the switch into my ass several times. It was more painful that usual because my ass cheeks were already stinging from the heat. "I was just kidding." Arline said. "That would cause you lasting harm. I don't want to cause you permanent damage, just pain. But you should have waited till I said you could stop. I was just about to let you go." We spent the rest of the day outside. Arline connected a rope to one of my legs and threw it over the branch of one of the trees. Then she connected another rope to my other leg and threw it over a branch of a different tree. Arline instructed me to lay down, and then she and Melina pulled on the ropes until I was suspended completely off the ground. The ropes pulled my legs up and apart and before I knew it, I was swinging by my legs, upside down with my wrists bound in the waist restraint. The two trees which were fairly distant from each other stretched my legs apart, revealing my johnson prominently, and causing cramping of my ass and leg muscles. I complained about the cramps, but Arline called me a baby and said the cramps would go away soon. Arline and Melina drew concentric circles on my penis and my ass with a marker pen. Then, they shot at the "targets" with my own BB gun. While the BBs and pellets stung briefly it didn't hurt that much until they started using darts. Those stuck in me and required tweezers to remove. The ones that hit my ass were just annoying mostly, but those bulls eyes, which landed on my genitals, were quite painful. Since it was the Fourth of July, Arline and Melina had fireworks. As the day grew darker and began to end, they took out firecrackers and began setting them off around me. Soon they began throwing them at me, and laughing. The firecrackers mostly exploded around me. Some of them burned me with their fuses. Some of them were timed just right, and exploded just as they hit me. These left grey marks, caused stinging electric current like pain, and left numbness in their wake. To make matters worse, I had to close my eyes to prevent their blinding me, so I had no advance warning that they were coming. Next, they took out bottle rockets. These they placed in pipes and ignited, then, they aimed them at me. These were easier to aim and were more accurate, so more of them hit me. Since the rocket fuel left sparks, they burned more. Fortunately as with the firecrackers, the "reports" were hit and miss, but when they hit they were just as painful and consequential as the firecrackers. Arline and Melina began whispering to each other. It was never a good sign when they whispered. Usually it was because they were conspiring to do something that was going to hurt me. This time was no exception. Arline removed a single firecracker from one of the packs. She had Melina pull my ass cheeks apart. I began struggling, but though I delayed the inevitable, I could not prevent it. Arline eventually took the firecracker and wedged it deeply into my butt hole. I remembered back to one summer, when one of my naughty friends did this same thing to a frog. It was not the nicest thing to do, granted, but we were kids. After the firecracker went off the frog's legs were missing. They'd been blown clear off. Arline and Melina were now going to do that same thing to me. I kept bucking, shaking, jerking, wiggling and screaming. "Please Arline, don't do this." I pleaded. Melina put her arms around my waist and pulled me taut. Unable to move anymore, Arline lit her lighter and was successful at lighting the fuse. The seconds passed like minutes, as I felt the fuse first burning my ass cheeks then burning my asshole then... Nothing. It was a dud. I breathed a sigh of relief. Melina pulled my ass cheeks apart again and they repeated the process. Again, I fought to keep them from putting it in and lighting it. Again, they were successful at inserting it and then lighting it despite my efforts. Again, time passed in slow motion. The fuse burned my ass cheeks again, burned my asshole again, and then "BOOM." The firecracker exploded harmlessly outside my body. I had somehow managed to fart the cracker out. Undeterred Arline and Melina repeated the process successfully a third time. This time, after burning my ass cheeks and my asshole, there was a muted "bang," as the firecracker exploded deep inside my asshole. At first, it felt like someone had stuck a red-hot poker up my ass. I began throwing up through my mouth and nose. I started shitting down my back, pissing all over and screaming, all at the same time. Then blood began to drip from my ass as well. Arline and Melina stopped laughing. Arline looked up somewhat conscience stricken she ran to her purse and took out some tampons. She stuffed one in my back door, which was now numb, but the flow of shit and blood ejected the plug. She stuffed another, then another, until finally it held. Arline and Melina gently lowered the ropes and helped me inside. The bleeding stopped after a few hours. I was nauseous and was vomiting the whole next day. I was incontinent for two days, and had diarrhea for three. I was unable to stand on my own for four days, Unable to walk without assistance for five days, shitting was very painful for the rest of the week, but eventually everything healed up and my life returned to normal. Arline apologized to me for the first time ever, and Melina was nicer to me after that. Still mean and strict, but nicer. End Part 07/56 Continued in part 08/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 08/56 Summary: Melina tries an experiment on our hero. He really, really likes it. Keywords: b,g,bg,1st,inc,reluc,rim,rom,anal,oral,piv Good Thursday. On Thursdays, Arline went shopping. She was usually gone for two to three hours. She would tell me to stay in my room, and not to leave, "or else." I knew what "or else" meant, so I never considered leaving my room when she was gone. Violation of an "or else" command could be very painful. One time, I tried the door, but Arline had locked it from the outside, so I figured it was important to her and never tried it again. One such Thursday, I heard the lock on my door open. To my surprise, in walked Melina. She was dressed in her black leather outfit. She had this strange look on her face. I tried to figure out what was different about her. Then it occurred to me, she was smiling. Concerned, I eyed her uneasily. Smiling could mean that she had some trick up her sleeve. The smile seemed genuine enough. She walked over to me and undid the waist restraint freeing my wrists. "Stop. Go away" I said, afraid of what might happen if Arline found her in there. "Don't worry," she said in a candy-coated voice. "Arline won't be back for at least two hours." "I want to show you something I discovered on the internet." "Sit over there" she said pointing to a spot near the middle of the carpet. With Arline away, I figured that Melina was in charge, so I obeyed her. I sat down, fearing the worst, while she stood across from me. In one quick motion, she pulled on the leather outfit she was wearing and it came completely off. She then sat down across from me on the carpet and spread her legs wide open. She smiled at me, completely naked, and then she giggled. I turned away thinking it must be some kind of trap Arline was using to test me. Arline had been crystal clear. "I was never to look at Melina when she was not clothed." "Look at me, silly," Melina said. "This is what I wanted to show you." She wiggled closer to me, and spread her legs even farther apart. Still afraid I said, "Arline will kill me if she sees this." "Don't worry," said Melina "She's gone shopping, and she won't be back for hours. If you don't do what I tell you to do, I'll tell her you left the room. And she'll definitely thrash you then." Slowly and reluctantly, I turned towards her. There, in full view, with not a stitch of clothing was the thing I most wanted to possess, Melina. My mouth and eyes opened wider than she had spread her legs. Now I could see her budding breasts with their small, tight brown nipples standing on end, the triangle patch on top of the place where her legs joined. I could see patches of short, delicate hair, like fine arm hair on either side of the triangle. A pair of lip like structures, which began as a slit near the middle of the triangle, went traveling between her legs beneath the triangle. Fine hair sparsely covered these too. There was something small and pink, with lacy, maroon fringes sitting between her lips. It was wrinkled, like a small prune. I just sat staring; afraid to blink for fear that it might disappear, but afraid to look, lest Arline be around the corner. Melina began stroking her breasts, then her thighs. She was smiling. Then she put her hands on the lips between her legs and pulled them away from each other. The prune came apart, like a sandwich cookie, becoming two petals. Between the petals formed by both halves of the prune was a small round hole, about as wide as a pencil, surrounded by a circular formation of translucent skin. At the top, the petals hung from a central point like pink drapes. There was a little bump at the top of the petals. Inside, it was intensely pink, and for a second, I thought perhaps there might have been a stab wound there. Then she got up, turned her ass towards me and said, "Touch me." I reached up, and being nervous, accidently stuck one of my fingers into her asshole. She jumped suddenly and I apologized. "That's okay," she said gently, "do it again. Only, be more careful this time." "Melina, I'm scared to do this." I said. "Please stop before I get in trouble." Melina laughed and said "Don't worry, It won't hurt you. Now just touch me" I touched the flesh of her rear end and stroked gently. It felt like a fine fabric, maybe satin. I continued touching her, and then began caressing her legs beneath her buttocks. Melina breathed a kind of sigh as if she were trying to warm her hands on a cold day. "Lick my ass, as if you're cleaning me off," said Melina. By now, I was pretty used to doing that, so I did as she asked. Melina spread her buns apart, and my tongue went into the chasm between them. She bent over somewhat and my tongue went into the cavity of her asshole. Then she pushed toward me. My tongue went deep inside the tunnel, and Melina said "Ummm." I was surprised to find that it wasn't the shit hole I had expected it might be. Then Melina turned around, and facing me, she pointed to her breasts. "Rub me here." She said. I did and as I did, the brown points at the tips became larger and firmer. Something like goose bumps began to appear on the light areas surrounding them. "Suck on them." She said, and I did. After a few minutes, Melina pointed to the spot between her legs. "Now touch me here." I felt the fine light hair growing above where her legs joined. It felt like rabbit fur. Cautiously I put my hand gently between her legs. It was soft and warm there, and a little moist. I rubbed her gently. "Mmmmmmmm" said Melina. "Do that again." I did it again. Melina repeated "Mmmmmmmmm." We continued that way for a while, and then Melina told me to get undressed. She said "I want to try something". I was still sitting on the floor. Hesitantly, I got undressed, as she had ordered me to, throwing my clothes to the side. Actually, the only thing left to remove was the G-string. Melina had already removed wrist restraint and the collar herself. I was starting to freak out, If Arline found us like this I knew she would surely hang me up by my balls. (Literally.) "Melina... What are you doing?" I said. Melina just pointed to a spot in front of her and said "lay down here. Oh, and go ahead and scream if you want to." She smiled warmly. I lay down expecting the worst. And when I did, Melina leaned over and licked some saliva gently onto my penis, which was, as it had been occasionally, sticking straight out. It seemed a little strange for her to do that, but it felt incredible. Melina said "Remember this moment, It won't happen again." Then she kneeled on both sides of my hips and in a sudden move, lowered her ass. "Plop," went something, and suddenly my penis felt like it was encased in warm silk. "Ouch" said Melina. "I'm sorry," I said horrified. I looked up. Melina had this knowing look on her face. I reasoned that she was expecting this to happen. Besides that, I was kind of enjoying it. She began slowly moving her hips back and forth, and up and down. "Melina..." I said, My penis began to feel ticklish and warm, so did the inside of my ass. As she moved back and forth, waves of pleasurable sensation began to take over my body. "Mmmmmm" Said Melina. Suddenly, she moaned, kind of an "ohhhhhhh". Thinking I had hurt her, I tried to move out of the way. But instead of stopping, Melina grabbed me by my arms tightly and started rocking even harder. I remembered when Arline had had me clean her off in the bathtub. She had made similar sounds. I decided that just as I had done for Arline, I had better not stop until Melina told me to stop. Melina's moaning began to become really loud and intense. Following this, she made a kind of loud, high pitched squeaking noise like a rusty hinge, for a while. Soon, she began yelling "ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh" again and again. This went on for a while. Followed by a series of long steady ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh's, which also went on for quite a long while. Suffice it to say, I was finding it scary, but quite enjoyable. Suddenly the waves, which had been building up inside me, reached a peak. Intense vibration all over my body caused me to moan, and it felt as if something inside me had exploded. My whole body was tingling. My penis and the inside of my asshole felt especially amazing. Melina let out a long sigh, rolled off me and fell over, onto the carpet. For a while, I just lay on the carpet motionless next to her. "You okay?" I asked. "Oh yeeeeeessssssss" she said slowly. "Me too" I said smiling. "You say you found this on the internet?" Melina smiled at me and began getting dressed. I reached down to my private parts. They were moist. I looked down and was surprised to see some blood on my hand, which I thought, had come from my penis. I asked Melina "did I bleed on you?" "No" she said, "I bled on you." "What's the slimy stuff?" I asked. "Oh, that was you." She answered, smiling good- naturedly. Suddenly, the characteristic frown returned to her lips. "Clean up this mess" she said in an angry whisper. She stood over me until she was satisfied that there was no trace of our actions left for Arline to find. Then she retied my G-string, wrist restraint and collar and left the room, and locked the door. As long as I live, I will remember that moment. End Part 08/56 Continued in part 09/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 09/56 Summary: The main character and Melina get caught experimenting by Arline. She becomes really angry and causes great pain for both of them. Keywords: b,g,bg,F/b,F/g,bd,inc,rim,sad,tort,cbt, humil,va,rom,oral Holey Thursday. Our trysts became a regular routine every Thursday, when Arline went out shopping. Her schedule was regular enough that we came to rely on it to allow ourselves time to enjoy each other's company, and to share the miracles of each other's charms. After a while, we no longer concerned ourselves with the possibility that Arline might decide to end her shopping trip early, we just assumed she would do as she had always done in the past, that is, disappear for two hours and allow us to bask in the sunlight of each other's affections. One Thursday Arline went shopping as usual. Melina snuck into my room as we had been doing for some time. We removed each other's clothes and we began playing around. First, I licked Melina's ass, then she licked mine. Then Melina got on top of me, and we began sucking on each other's genitals. We were both enjoying each other's delights. I had my tongue deep inside her vagina, and she had my dick deep in her throat. We were both breathing heavily. Melina was making that cute little squeaking noise which she made, that meant she was almost ready to start her orgasm; I was anticipating the rush of fluids, which occurred when she did. Suddenly, we heard the front door open. Realizing that it must be Arline, we stopped what we were doing and quickly began getting dressed. Arline first walked into Melina's room but not finding Melina in her room, Arline then walked directly into my room. By the time she got there, we had gotten only partially dressed. My wrist cuffs weren't secured to my waist and Melina's shirt was unbuttoned. We were both still breathing heavily. We did not fool Arline. She looked angrier than I had ever seen her. "Close your eyes" she said to me, "Take off your pants" she said to Melina. Melina hesitated, but then she complied. She was naked underneath, having decided not to take the time to slip on her panties. "Get on the bed" Arline bellowed. "Now spread your legs." Arline pulled Melina's pussy lips apart and let out a long, low leopard's call. "Where's your hymen?" she yelled. "Maybe I lost it." Said Melina who wasn't clear what a hymen was. Neither had she any idea of the irony in her words. "Apparently" said Arline, who was. "Maybe I never had one." Melina suggested innocently. "Well, you did before we moved into this wretched place," said Arline. Arline told us to go to the living room. There, she tied Melina to a chair facing me. Then, Arline told me to remove my G-string. I did. Arline tied a rough sisal string around my balls. She tied one end of the string to an eyelet on the wall in front of me, ran the string between my legs and tied the other end of the string to an eyelet on the wall behind me. She tied it tightly, so that there wasn't any slack in the string. It hurt quite a bit. I was worried. I expected Arline would discipline me severely; I knew that I was in a lot of trouble. I stood waiting for her sentence. She went to her room and grabbed a three-foot long whip. "Go ahead and scream." she said coldly. Next, she began flailing me mercilessly on my naked buttocks with the whip. The first excruciating blow caused me to recoil and when that happened, my body convulsed causing the string to pull agonizingly on my balls, in the opposite direction. I screamed, "I'm sorry Arline." "Oh, no. Not yet you aren't. But you will be, you degenerate. That's one," Arline said. Arline swung her arm again. Again, the whip struck me causing unbearable pain. Once again, I writhed pulling on my balls torturously. I screamed again. "That's two. Teach you to defile my daughter, you deviant." She said. Arline swung her arm again. This time the lash landed square on my back leaving a searing gash, and of course, pain. My frail body convulsed again, once again pulling on the string, which was now tightening onto my balls. I began to wonder if my balls were going to survive this harrowing punishment. "That's three. You freak. If you ever touch her like that again, I'll stab you to death slowly, with an ice pick." She said. Melina could take it no longer. She'd been watching my balls become darker as the string inevitably tightened its grip around them with each subsequent blow. "Please Arline, don't hurt him anymore. It's my fault, I started it." Realizing that Arline blamed me and might not be angry with her, I said "Melina be quiet. I'll be okay." I began crying, not because of the pain I was experiencing, but because suddenly, I was afraid for Melina. Arline struck again, the whip burned into my ass. Again, I tried to brace myself, but the whip was too much. Again, I jerked forward causing the string to pull and tighten onto my balls, as I reacted. "That's four," said Arline. "She was pure till you violated her, you little sleaze ball. I'm going to lock chastity belts onto both of you for the rest of your lives." "Please Mother, he didn't want to do it, I made him do it." "Melina, shut up, I'll be okay, I can take it." I cried. Arline paused and looked at Melina. A look of uncertainty that I had never seen before flashed across her face. "What do you mean?" She screamed angrily at Melina. "Don't believe her," I said. "This is all my doing." Arline did not look convinced by my admission. A look of intense fury consumed her face. She turned to Melina. "What do you mean?" She asked again. I began weeping. The tears were now rolling onto my chest. Suddenly, Melina realized what she had done. She had let a tiger out of its cage, and it wasn't going back in, without a meal. "I... I told him... that if he didn't do what I had asked of him," stammered Melina "that... I would get him in trouble with you... I said,... I told him that if he didn't consent, that... that I would tell you that he had left the room, and... and that you would thrash him. Then I... I got naked, and... and I... I sat on him." Arline was beside herself. For a second the whip in her hand seemed to droop. "I don't believe this." She said. "That's five." She said, striking me again. I swayed again, stretching my balls to the limit. Blood was forming in droplets on my ass. Arline struck me relentlessly. Somehow, my balls survived, but by the time she stopped, the string was so tight, that my balls had turned dark blue. Blood was now dripping down onto my legs. "I want you to watch this, so that you know what will happen to both of you if this happens again you little degenerate." Arline said to me. Arline untied Melina. "Take off the rest of your clothes, you little slut. There's no need to hide anything from him, anymore, he's already seen it all. You tramp." She said. "Mother don't do this." Said Melina trying to sound cool and assured. She hesitated for a second but one look from Arline and she undressed. That didn't take long; she was already naked from the waist down. I enjoyed the view, but I was worried for Melina. Next Arline pushed Melina to the wall I was facing. There were four hooks on that wall. I had never seen Arline use them, and I had wondered why they were there. Then she pulled something from the drawer in the bureau next to the hooks. It was a leather cuff connected to some ropes. She put it on Melina's wrist and buckled the clasp, which locked the cuff onto Melina's wrist. Arline tied the rope to a hook over Melina's head and pulled it tight. "Okay I've learned my lesson. I promise I won't do it again." Melina said. Though Melina tried to sound calm and collected, there was a note of fluctuation in her voice that suggested fear. "You're damn right you won't do it again," said Arline. She drew a second cuff from the drawer, and placed it on Melina's other wrist, cinching the buckle and fastening the rope to a hook on her other side. She drew the rope tightly pulling Melina up onto her toes. "I'm sorry," said Melina. "I wasn't thinking." This time her voice had begun wavering. Arline drew a third cuff from the drawer and buckled it above Melina's ankle. She tied it tightly to a third hook, causing Melina to have to move her leg out to the side. She seemed unsteady; I thought she might have fallen, had she not been tied up. I guess every cloud has its silver lining. "Please, Mother, it was just some stupid idea I got on the internet." Her voice was now faltering. Arline placed a fourth cuff on Melina's leg and bound the rope tightly to the last hook, spreading her legs wide apart. Melina was now defenseless, exposed, vulnerable, and captivating. I tried not to watch, but the spectacle was too mesmerizing. Melina was beautiful. There she was, completely nude, with her small nipples standing on end, her fine fur-like pubic hair on the triangle over where her legs met waving in the breeze, her legs and outer lips spread wide apart, and her pink petals hanging out in the air. Still tied by my balls between the walls, and with my wrists restrained, I was helpless, unable to do anything to help Melina. I realized for the first time that if I were to lose my balance, I could do nothing to keep from castrating myself. I looked down; my penis was standing on end. I realized that terrible as this was, there was something highly erotic about the entire episode. I felt ashamed of myself, for getting aroused at Melina's distress. Arline went to the bureau and took a box out of one of the drawers. She put the box on top of the bureau, and pulled something out. It was too small for me to see it from where I was standing. She walked up to Melina, and held it up for her to see. "I'm going to punish you, but not with the whip. I don't want to leave any scars." "No, no, no" said Melina. "Please don't do this. she said apprehensively. Her body was now trembling. She began crying. With that, Arline pinched Melina's breast, and moved her other hand rapidly over to it. I couldn't see what was happening, but Melina suddenly let out a scream, and strained against the ropes. Then Arline bellowed, "You were a virgin. I was going to sell your cherry for a hundred thousand dollars. I already had a customer. You're useless to me now, you little nympho. You spoiled all my plans. I was going to be rich." Arline went to the box again, I could see now, that she had stuck a pin through Melina's delicate nipple. I felt sorry for Melina. She seemed to be in a great deal of pain. Melina was still straining when Arline grabbed her other breast, and stuck a pin in that one. This of course, caused another scream from Melina, and more struggling against the ropes. As she struggled, Melina contorted her body away from the wall in an arc. Her vagina opened and closed, as her pubic bone protruded from her waist, then sank back into her chest. It was terrible. It was also beautiful. I stood there in tears and in awe as I watched the horrific exhibition. Melina attempted to evade Arline's repeated assaults by swaying her body to and fro. Watching her was horrible. It was also incredibly erotic. I couldn't help myself. Despite my empathy with Melina's pain, there was also a certain aspect of voyeuristic gratification, as I watched Melina's desperate, yet seductive dance, to escape Arline. "You fucking tramp. Now look at you, you're not so smart, are you, slut. At the rate you're going, you'll be a whore by the time you're 12. Maybe I'll take you outside, naked just the way you are right now and get you broken in by some strangers. I think I'll do just that, to both of you. They'll pay top dollar for young fresh meat like you, tramp. Maybe we'll invite some of the neighbors in right now and let them stick their dicks up your cunt right there, where you are, tied to the wall. How would you like that, slut?" Arline went back to the box many times. She continued placing the pins in Melina's nipples, until finally, the straining and the screaming lessened. Then Arline took the box over to Melina, and got on her knees. I began to feel sick when I realized what was to come next. Arline began placing pins inside Melina's vagina, causing renewed screaming and struggling. After a while, Melina's voice began to get hoarse. She stopped straining against the ropes for the most part, and seemed to be drooping from them instead. All told, Arline harangued and tortured Melina like that for close to an hour. Before she was done, Arline had placed pins in both of Melina's breasts, the outer lips of her vagina, deep inside of her vagina, her clitoris, and had placed a number of pins in her inner lips, sealing them shut. In addition, she placed a dozen pins around my anus, which didn't hurt as much as one might expect, except that she pushed on my ass causing me to strain against the string on my balls. She also placed pins into the head of my dick, which hurt more than I expected, and a number in my nipples. I wondered whether my nipples hurt as much as Melina's. Somehow, I maintained the erection, which I had developed, throughout the ordeal. Melina's and my breasts, her vagina, my butt hole and my penis looked like pincushions by the time Arline finished punishing us. We were both drenched with sweat. "What have you learned, slut?" Asked Arline. "That you're a fucking bitch." Melina said, under her breath. Fortunately, Arline didn't hear what Melina had said. She untied one of Melina's arms saying "I'll let you untie the rest of the restraints yourself, strumpet. Then you can untie Don Juan over there and remove the pins in whatever order you want. Maybe you should leave him there for causing this mess." Melina untied her other hand and her legs. Then she walked painfully over and untied the string which was around my balls and released me from my wrist restraints. It couldn't have been easy for Melina to do that, her vagina was still sewn shut, but she was afraid that my balls would strangle if they had their blood supply cut off any longer. I realized then, that she must actually like me to have put up with that much pain for my benefit. We worked together removing the pins. Small droplets of blood appeared from many of the holes when we removed the pins. As you would expect, the ones inside her vagina were the hardest to remove, I had to find them by feel. Altogether, it took more than an hour to remove all of the pins. For some reason, they hurt almost as much coming out as they did going in. Arline watched with delight as we removed them. "Teach you, you deviants," she said over and over when we winced. "Go ahead and scream." End Part 09/56 Continued in part 10/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 10/56 Summary: Our hero and Melina receive more punishment from Arline for experimenting. They are prostituted, defiled and debased a total stranger. Keywords: Mb,Mg,nc,rape,sad,viol,anal,oral,copr Black Friday. (Part 1) The following day, Friday, Arline seemed somewhat distant. We took our shower as usual, except, Arline didn't make me wear a blindfold. In addition Arline insisted on brushing us both herself. She was particularly aggressive with the brush especially when she did our sexual organs. They hurt much more than usual due to their already being sore from all the pins she had placed in them the day before. When she gave us our enemas, she remarked something about needing our bowels to be extra clean, she did each of us twice and took longer than usual doing it. For breakfast, Arline served me something hot and steamy in a mug. I'm no fool so I figured it wasn't coffee. Upon examination, I noticed it was somewhat lumpy. Arline smiled and said "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." She was already holding the switch. I took a sniff. I was horror-struck when I identified it as diarrhea. The aroma was more putrid than usual. A wave of nausea overcame me and I started retching immediately. I was beside myself. Normal shit is pretty unsanitary, but "chocolate thunder", it seemed to me, must be downright toxic. The Hershey squirts, as likely as not, meant that whoever had produced it was sick, and I was sure that eating them would make me ill too. I became light headed, and nearly lost my balance. I grabbed the mug with my free hand and brought it towards my lips. But I couldn't get it past my nose. I kept gagging and some of the contents spilled over, onto the floor. "Good." Arline said, "now I won't have to wash the floor myself this week." She took the mug from my hand, and placed it on the table. Then she grabbed the leash and tied it close to the far end of the table so that my face was on the table and my ass was bent over the edge of the table. "Fuck my daughter, will you?" "Thwack" went the switch against my ass. "I'm in charge here, and you'll have whatever breakfast I prepare, without spilling any. That's one." She said. All told, she struck me five times. I would have lost count but she counted off each one as she did them. I was getting to the point where the switch wasn't all that big a deal. I shook off the waves of pain, ready for more, but she relaxed the leash. "Are you ready to have your breakfast?" She asked. "Okay" I said. Sure, the switch wasn't the big deal it had been at first, but it did still hurt, and I wasn't going to goad her. I took the mug and had a swig. It was more bitter, smellier, slimier and more foul than usual, and it had lumps, which got caught in my throat. Down it went, and then, up it came. Arline tied me down again. "I'll teach you to fuck my daughter, you lecher. You and that little cunt will pay for screwing up my life." She said, and then she flailed me with the lash painfully, five more times. She loosened the leash somewhat, and handed me the mug. "Are you ready to have your breakfast, now?" she asked. This went on. I lost count of how many times she beat me. Finally, in pain, bloody, and broken, I somehow managed to down the cup. I was really hoping for a hot breakfast that day, but by the time I finally drank it, it was cold. It was only after I finished the mug of mud that I noticed that Melina was unhappily forcing down the same beverage I'd been given. "Good." Arline acknowledged. "Now clean the mess up, with your tongue." I'd been through this before with Arline, so I licked the entire floor clean without question. I expected that I was going to get sick later that day from the butt juice, but thankfully, that never happened. After breakfast, and cleaning the floor, Arline had us brush our teeth and rinse our mouths out several times with mouthwash. "We're having guests" she said "and I want the two of you to be as attractive as possible. The two of you can't smell like you've just eaten breakfast." Following that, Arline buckled my free arm back to the cuff on the waist restraint. She removed my G- string and collar. She tied my feet together and left me on the floor of my bedroom bound and naked. Then she then went into Melina's room. I heard Melina say "Please Mother, don't do this, I'll be good." She sounded terrified. I had no idea what was happening, because I was in the other room, tied up. Somewhere at the back of my mind was the logic to recognize that the statement that Arline had made about having guests and my being tied up naked might be a bad sign. "You're going to find out what happens to little tollops like you," said Arline loudly. Then I heard the front door slam shut. After about an hour, I heard the door open. Arline walked into my bedroom and grabbed my feet. Arline dragged me across the house with the rugs and floor scraping my ass and back. She brought me into the parlor where a bed was set up, and threw me onto an armchair facing the bed. There, was Melina, lying face up, on the bed, tied spread eagle, totally naked. Arline had spread her legs so far apart that I could practically see out through her mouth. Next, she removed the rope tying my legs together, and bound each of my legs stoutly to the legs of the chair on which she had thrown me. Arline pulled out her cell phone and dialed. "We're ready." She said. Then she gave the person to whom she was speaking our address and directions to our house. Melina started crying. Arline said "Don't worry, darling, everything is going to be fine." Melina didn't stop crying. I began to feel sick. Somewhere inside of me was the hope that she had called a gynecologist, but I was reasonably sure they didn't make house calls. After about fifteen minutes, somebody rang the doorbell. Arline started smiling. "Now you're going to find out what happens to naughty little girls like you." She said to Melina. Then she turned to me and said "You're going to find out too." She left the room. I heard the door opening, and then I heard Arline talking to someone. "Did you bring the money?" She asked. "Let me see the goods" someone answered in a male voice. "They're right in here. Remember, you can hurt the girl all you want, but you may not cause any scars. Are we clear? You can do whatever you want to the boy, except cause permanent damage to him," Arline said. Following that, I heard the sound of footsteps leading into the bedroom. Someone walked in. Arline did not come in but instead, she closed the door behind her. A man walked into the bedroom and Melina started sobbing loudly, tears were rolling down her cheeks. For the first time I could see the person who had arrived. He looked about sixty years old, and was considerably overweight. He was dressed shabbily, and had a scruffy gray beard. When he walked by me, I could smell his foul body odor. He smelled the way my father did after he returned from a month long fishing expedition. His hands were dirty and he had black stuff under his nails. He reminded me of a homeless person. Overall, he was one of the ugliest people I had ever seen. Up until that point, I had hoped that Arline was only trying to teach us a lesson, and that she wasn't really going to go through with this. But then the man walked over to the bed on which Melina was tied, reached over and put his hands on Melina's breasts and pinched her nipples. I began to lose hope of it being just a sick joke. "Beautiful." He said, and then he turned around and walked up to me. He grabbed my penis roughly, pulling it a little, and then he squeezed my balls a little. "Great." He said. For the first time it occurred to me that, I might also be molested, and I shuddered at the thought, but as worried as I was for myself, I was even more worried about Melina. The man started removing his clothing. As he removed layer after layer of clothing, the garments seemed to get dirtier and dirtier. The room began to get thick with his odor. Finally, he removed the last garment, his briefs. It seemed that whereas once they might have been white in color, they were now a dark grey, and had layered skid marks in back. He showed them to me, proudly, and then placed them over my head, taking great care to locate the leg holes over my eyes, so that I could still see out of them. My mouth and nose were covered by the front part of his BVDs, and the smell was making my eyes water. Then he walked over to Melina. He stuck his armpit by her nose until he was sure she had smelled it. It was easy to tell, Melina retched when he did that. He laughed. Then he grabbed her nipples firmly and started twisting. Melina screamed in pain. He laughed again. Then he smacked her in the face and said "No more noise from you." "Leave her alone." I said trying to sound threatening. "Okay," he said. "It's your turn, anyway." He moved a bench, which was in the room, towards me. Then, he untied my legs from the chair and tied them instead to the legs of the bench. It was quite a stretch for me. The bench spread my legs wide apart, and I began cramping. "Please, I'm getting cramps." I said. "Good." He said. "Your mother wants me to teach you a lesson." Then he threw my head over the bench so that my ass was facing up. Next, he took a rope, which was lying around, tied a slip knot around my neck and tied the other end to my legs so that I couldn't raise my head without choking. Without warning, he stuck his dick in my back door. It only went in a little at first, which didn't hurt too much, but then he started working it inside deeper and deeper. As he started going in farther and farther, it began to hurt more and more. His prick was considerably thicker than the back scrubber Arline had used in my ass. I started screaming and he stopped for a second and smacked my ass forcibly. "That little love tap is nothing." He said. "You're distracting me, and if you don't shut up, I'll make you really, really sorry." Afraid he might kill me, I held my tongue. He continued working his dick in and out, faster and faster. I could feel his balls slapping against mine. His odor got worse and worse. I realized with disgust that he was dripping sweat balls all over me. Soon he was breathing heavily. I didn't understand then, that he was reaching climax. Finally, he lurched forward, and filled my asshole with warm fluid. It felt a little like the enemas Arline gave us, only was far more revolting. I began to retch. The man laughed. I suppressed my vomit, a trick I had learned from my experiences with Arline. The man slumped over, lying on top of my back, smearing perspiration all over me. I retched again. The man laughed again. I had hoped he had expended all his energy on me and would leave Melina alone now that he was satisfied, but the man got up and walked over to the bed. "Now it's your turn, little lady." He said to Melina. I strained against the ropes to get free in an effort to save her, but it was to no avail. "Leave her alone." I screamed. "Didn't I tell you to shut up or I'd make you sorry," the man said. With that, he went over to his pants and pulled a large folding knife with a long blade, more than an inch thick, from his pocket. I began to tremble. He placed some spit on the blade and gently stuck the knife into my asshole. It didn't hurt. Then he said "I put it in gently. If you don't shut up, I'll pull it out hard. It's super sharp. It'll probably cut you all the way down to where your balls are." With that, I shut up. He went back to Melina. I wanted to turn away from the scene, but I hoped that somehow by watching what was happening, I might prevent some of Melina's pain. Melina started sobbing again, and the man climbed onto the bed and smacked her hard on the face again. "I said no more noise from you." The man began rubbing her thighs up and down. "Like silk." He said. Then he reached his hand under Melina and started fondling her ass. "Yes. Like silk." Next, based on Melina's expression, I could tell he had poked his finger into her ass. He started twisting it around. When he pulled his hand out; he smelled his finger and said "Mmmm, clean too." Next, he moved over to her vagina, pulled her lips apart and inserted a dirty finger. Tied spread eagle, as she was, she could offer no resistance to his encroachment. He jammed two fingers forcefully, deep into her vagina and Melina cringed for a moment. Her mouth opened as if she was going to cry out, but no sound came out. The man laughed. The man worked his fingers inside for a minute then took out his fingers and smelled them. He smiled, then he pulled her labia apart and smelled inside her with his eyes closed as if he were sampling a fine wine. "Wonderful." He said. "And worth every penny." Next, he began sticking his tongue in. Again, he closed his eyes. "Ahhhh." He said after a moment. "Fine young cunt. I'm going to enjoy you." Melina usually liked it when I licked her, but I could tell, she wasn't enjoying his advances at all. He took a few more sniffs, and then he climbed on top of her. Melina strained against the ropes trying to escape but they were just too tight. All her efforts did was to make the man laugh again. Being tied with her legs far apart, as Melina was, made easy access for the man and he stuck his cock into her pussy, hilt deep. His penis was very thick and quite long and it stretched Melina's vagina beyond its limits. In addition, Melina was not properly lubricated so the ordeal for her was extremely painful. Melina let out a long shriek, and the man smacked her in the face again. He screamed, "I said shut up. This can get a lot worse for you, you know." Melina stopped screaming and instead began holding her breath. Every few seconds, she would let her breath out in a quiet gasp. The man began moving his ass up and down. It was obvious from the way he was moving, that he wasn't getting the expected result. "Bitch, you've clamped up on me. Let go of me, let go of me." He yelled. He began slapping Melina on the face, and trying to extract his dick, but for the while, it just seemed to be stuck. "Let me go, you fucking cunt." He began pulling, and smacking her time and again. Melina was crying loudly, she obviously was in pain from the smacking and the pulling. Once again I struggled with my bonds trying to get free so that I could save my precious Melina, but it was no use. The bonds were too tight. I would have said something, but then I remembered the knife. I could feel its keen-edged blade pressing sharply against the front part of my butt hole. At last, he got free. He slumped down on top of Melina lying with his full weight over her body. He was quite a large man, and Melina began having difficulty breathing. After things quieted down for a while, he regained his composure. At that point, he changed his position moving his knees above Melina's head. I closed my eyes knowing what was in all likelihood coming next. "Open your mouth." He said angrily. Melina did not comply. He grabbed one of Melina's nipples and bit down hard. Melina shook with pain. "Next time, I'll bite it off. Now open up." Melina opened her mouth. "If I feel any of your teeth, bitch, I'll knock them out of your mouth." He said in a gruff threatening voice. With that, he stuck his dick deep into her mouth. Melina gagged and the man laughed. "Put your tongue on it and close your lips around it." He said. Next, he lay down over Melina, and grabbed her legs. He stuck his face deep into her snatch and proceeded to work his hips up and down going deeper and deeper into Melina's mouth. Melina was gagging, but she didn't puke. He continued faster and faster and after what seemed like hours, he began breathing heavily. Finally, he made a gasping sound, and jerked deep into Melina's mouth, Melina made a huge gagging sound. The man finally flopped down onto her chest. For a while, he just lay there. I was hoping that he'd had a fatal heart attack. Melina had to lay there under his weight. I felt sorry for her. The first time she gave me a blowjob, I came in her mouth. It made her puke, and she made me promise never to do it again. I objected, and the next time I did that, when she kissed me she spit the semen into my mouth. It tasted so terrible, that I never came inside her again. Now some stranger had defiled her, and I could do nothing to stop him. The man continued to lie on top of Melina, and soon he fell asleep. Arline ultimately came into the room to see what was happening. She woke the man up, and he got dressed, following which he pulled the knife gently out of my ass. I breathed a sigh of relief. Arline walked the man to the door. When they got into the hallway, the man argued that he didn't get his money's worth. "Didn't you get your jollies off?" Arline asked. "Yeah twice." He answered. Arline said "Then you owe me double, don't you." "But I didn't get to fuck the cunt," said the man. "You said I could fuck a very young girl. That's what I paid you for. I couldn't fuck her because she clamped up on me. I had to settle for a blowjob. I can get a blowjob anywhere for fifty bucks." Arline said "Come on, I'm sure you got to taste her young snatch, that's got to be worth the money." That must have satisfied the man, because following that, he left. Arline walked back into the room and waved three one hundred dollar bills at us. She winked and said "We'll get that hundred thousand dollars after all. Another three hundred and thirty more fucks and we'll be even." She left us tied where we were, and walked out. End Part 10/56 Continued in part 11/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 11/56 Summary: Prostiution continues. The main characters continue to be defiled but are not abused by everybody. Keywords: Fg,nc,reluc,sad,tort,oral,elec Black Friday. (Part 2) A short time later, I heard the door slam again. I hoped that Arline was going to do the shopping she had neglected to do the day before. Part of me however realized that she was more likely going out to get another person to molest us. It was obvious that the results of what had transpired had pleased her. There she was having someone teach us a lesson, and making money at the same time. Melina and I spoke quietly while she was gone. I ascertained that Melina was mostly okay, except her face and vagina hurt a little, and she was still a little nauseous. I realized that I was more fortunate than she was, in that only my ass hurt. I asked Melina if she was sorry we had had sex together, and she said "No. I'm glad we did it. I'm just sorry we got caught." We both laughed at that. "Are you sorry?" Melina asked. Briefly, my mind returned to the time the soapsuds fell off from my eyes and Arline beat me for seeing them naked. I could still remember how I decided that the peek was worth the beating. Now Melina was asking about the fondest memory I possessed. "I will never be sorry for that." I answered. Arline was gone about two hours. When she returned, she brought in several bags of groceries. I could hear her in the kitchen putting them away. I began to breathe more easily, thinking that the harrowing lesson was over. Arline came back into the bedroom and placed a tube of something on the dresser near the bed. Then she pulled out her cell phone and made another call. It was obvious she wanted us to hear the call. Once again, she said "Come on over." gave out our address and directions. My heart sank. I knew it was going to be a long day. Arline puttered around the room, dusting and making sure the ropes were tight. Then she disappeared. After about an hour, the doorbell rang again. Arline answered the door, and spoke briefly to a man with a deep voice. A short time later, he walked into the room and closed the door. The man made a point of showing us two long unfiltered cigarettes, holding one in each hand, and waving them around, while looking us in the eye. Then he lit both of the cigarettes at the same time and took a puff of both of them. Next, he pulled Melina's pussy lips apart and placed one of the lit cigarettes between them closing them afterward. Following that, I could feel him placing the other lit cigarette between my butt cheeks. Melina and I both started squirming, trying to get the cigarettes to fall out, but we were not successful. He smiled a heinous smile, and then he pulled down his pants and began playing with himself. "By the way, I'm told it's okay for you to scream as loud as you want. I like it, I find it flattering. It means you appreciate my work." The man continued to beat off. Eventually, the cigarettes began burning dangerously close to us. The man continued choking his chicken. Still struggling, I could feel the heat from the flame beginning to warm my ass. I was beginning to panic, and so was Melina who was now trembling. Soon it began to get intense, and the man continued masturbating. Soon the burning ember began touching my ass, causing intense pain, I began waving my ass back and forth, and taking deep gulps of air and screaming. When the man heard me doing that, he finally, reached his climax. He held his penis tightly, and went over to Melina. He climbed onto the bed and let his semen squirt all over her forehead, into her eyes, (which were wide open watching her cigarette) inside her nose, over her lips, (which were closed) and onto her hair. "Sorry." He said. Then he hurriedly removed the cigarettes first from Melina who was shaken up but unhurt, and then from me, who was shaken up and hurt. Because Arline had spread my legs so far apart, the cigarette, which he inserted between my cheeks, had to be put in deeper than the one, which was inserted into Melina. Whereas the flame never actually got any closer to Melina than to warm her a bit, it had in fact reached my ass, leaving a blister on each cheek. The man walked out of the room, and shortly Arline walked in. This time she was waving six one hundred dollar bills. She pointed to the scum on Melina's face. "Oh, that's so cute" she said sarcastically. "At this rate it will only take a hundred and sixty seven and a half guys with cigarettes to get even. She started laughing, and left, without cleaning Melina off. Arline slammed the door again. We began wondering how long this was going to go on. Melina and I compared notes. She said she was okay. She was no longer nauseous, that the pain in her vagina was much better, but her face still hurt some. I told her my asshole was somewhat better but, my ass cheeks were still burning. We had lost track of time, and wondered if we were going to get lunch. I said "I thought you got lunch when that first guy was here." We both started laughing. It's amazing what seems to be funny during periods of great adversity. We only had to wait a short time before Arline returned. She had brought somebody with her. She walked into the room and said "I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine." A woman about forty-five years old, with blonde hair, a tight, short, black dress, and high heels followed her into the room. "This is Velma," said Arline. Arline left the room and closed the door. Velma began undressing, which I found rather exciting. When she had removed all of her clothing, she took some new clothes out of a large duffle bag, which she was carrying. They included a black corset, which she put on first. The corset cinched her waist and pushed up her breasts, which were mostly visible. Following that, she put on a black, skin tight, leotard which had a hole over her genital area, exposing her vagina and anus. "We're going to have some fun." She said. "At least I'm going to have some fun. Maybe you won't have as much fun as I do." She proceeded to remove some kind of device with wires, which she plugged into an electrical socket. Next, she turned the bench I was on, upside down, carefully, so as not to hurt me. After she did that, I was lying on my back, with the bench on top of me, my legs spread wide apart, and my genitals waving in the breeze. She had not united my feet from my neck, so I still couldn't move without choking. She moved the contraption with the wires, over to the bench. Next, she removed a eight-inch rod made of metal about a quarter inch thick, from the bag. She placed some goo from the tube Arline had placed on the dresser, onto the piece of metal and stuck it into the hole in my dick. It didn't hurt at first; it was just the right diameter. In fact, it rather felt nice. But then she jammed it deeper, which did hurt somewhat, but wasn't unbearable. She pulled out a metal rod about six inches long and a half an inch in diameter. It had a sort of lump about an inch and a half thick near the back, which was followed by another half-inch thick section. At the end, there was some kind of clip. She put goo on it, and stuffed the rod into my butt hole. It didn't hurt until she reached the inch and a half section, which she jammed forcibly into my butt hole. It was a little uncomfortable, but after the swollen section went in it didn't hurt too much either. Next, she took some sticky pads from the bag and placed one of them over each of my balls, in the crack between my balls and my ass, and at the bottoms of my feet. Next, she removed some clips from the bag. She placed these onto my nipples. They bit painfully into the flesh. I jumped, but being tied up, I didn't get far. Next, she took wires from the gizmo and connected them to the clips, the sticky pads and the ends of the two rods. She went to Melina and after putting goo on them stuck similar rods into her vagina, and up her ass. She put sticky pads between her vagina and her anus, on the bottoms of her feet and one on each of her outer lips. When she put the clips on her nipples, Melina screamed in pain. Velma said "Don't waste your voice now, dearie; there'll be plenty of time to scream later." She connected wires from a gadget similar to the one she had connected to me, and plugged it in. At that point, she connected the thingamabobs to a panel, on a tripod, which she had removed from the bag, and set it between us. She appeared to be turning on a switch on each device, and then she pushed a button on the first pad. I felt a warm tingling between my dick and my ass, nothing painful, I actually enjoyed it. Then she pushed a button on the second pad. Melina did not respond negatively. I assumed she was having the same good sensation that I was. Next, she pushed a button on the first pad, again. I felt a tingling between my breasts. If the clips hadn't been digging into my nipples, I might have enjoyed that too. Then she must have pushed both buttons at the same time. I liked it. I was beginning to think that this was going to be a positive experience. The experience was apparently not painful for Melina either. Velma hit another button and the area between my balls began to tingle. Next, she hit a last button and my feet began tingling. She appeared to be doing the same to Melina. Velma turned a knob in each of the pads and started pushing buttons again. Though the tingling was somewhat stronger, it still wasn't painful. "Mmmmmm." I said. Melina said something similar. Velma went through the buttons on both pads evoking a positive response from both of us. Then she turned up the knob on both apparatuses again. This time the sensation was stronger. Not terrible though. Nevertheless, Melina and I both stopped saying "Mmmmm." Velma turned up the knob again and hit the buttons. This time the sensation was definitely not pleasurable. It had begun to sting a little, and somewhat intense vibrations, which were obviously electric currents, started flowing between the sections of my body. Velma turned up the knob again and this time she said "Okay boys and girls, the kid gloves are off now." When she hit the buttons this time, the sensation was more of vibration and burning, and Melina and I began to wince from the sensation. She turned up the knob again and this time when she hit the buttons, we began to strain against the bonds, which held us. The vibrations were gone now, and a distinct sensation of shocking had replaced them. Melina and I began to voice a discernable "Oh." when she pushed the buttons. One more twist of the knob, and Melina and I began groaning. When she hit the knob again we began moaning. The next twist of the knob Melina and I both began warbling and shaking uncontrollably. At that point, Velma began pushing the buttons in a rhythmic sequence and screaming, "Sing children. Let me hear you harmonize." Stimulated as we were, we were unable to resist her request. And we began chanting to her whims. Finally, she pushed a button on the console, and a computer-generated signal began pushing the buttons automatically, like a recording. At that, Velma began rubbing her fingers against her vagina, and she began getting off. The device continued playing the buttons faster and faster, and we were obliged to follow suit. As we did, Velma began screaming "Music, music, music. They're singing my song." We were in agony, unable to stop ourselves. We were puppets under her control. Eventually Velma climaxed, but she did not stop. She climbed onto Melina's face and stuck her bush in Melina's mouth. Melina's mouth was opening and closing uncontrollably, and Velma took full advantage of this. Soon she began climaxing again. For a while, Velma kept screeching. Eventually, though, she stopped. Velma finally got off Melina, and began to turn the machines down slowly. She watched our responses as she did this and she left the machines on at a reasonably low level where the sensations were pleasurable again. She began poking at Melina's clitoris and Melina started orgasming repeatedly. Then she walked over to me and pulled the skin on my penis up and down. I orgasmed almost immediately, suddenly and robustly. It was one of the most powerful orgasm's I had ever had, and with the electricity surging through me, it just seemed to go on and on, forever. Melina was still climaxing when Velma finally shut the devices off and removed the wires. When Velma left, both Melina and I were exhausted, and covered with sweat. There were wet spots underneath us both. We had big smiles on our faces. We stopped smiling when Arline walked in waving six one hundred dollar bills. "One hundred sixty four more electro-sex freaks and a blowjob and we'll be even." She sang. End Part 11/56 Continued in part 12/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 12/56 Summary: The main characters are publicly humiliated and gang raped by strangers in a park. Keywords: M+b,M+g,Fb,exhib,nc,rape,humil,anal,oral, piv,bd,viol,b,g Just A Walk In The Park. Arline untied us and told us to get dressed, so we did. Arline then grabbed Melina and placed a nylon tie around each of her wrists. Next, she took a third nylon tie and bound the two other ties together effectively handcuffing, Melina with her hands behind her. Next Arline placed me in my wrist restraint. Arline then said that we would be going out for a ride. I became a little excited at the prospect, hoping that our punishment was over and wondering where we were going, bound as we were. I kept a straight face though, so as not to let Arline think that I might be too hopeful. She seemed to enjoy leading us on, only to dash our hopes on the rocks later on. When I looked at Arline's face, I realized that she was wearing one of those "cat who just caught a mouse" smiles. It was a little unsettling. In all likelihood, it meant that we weren't going anywhere that we were going to enjoy. Arline took us out to the van. I called "shotgun" but Arline had us both sit in the back of the van, in the rear seat, which faced the back door. It was a panel van with no windows other than the windshield and by the front seats, so it was a little discouraging to be going somewhere and not be able to enjoy the view while going there. Nonetheless, it was encouraging to be going somewhere. We had not been out in a while. Arline got into the driver's seat and began driving. We seemed to be going a long distance, because we were driving for so long. When Arline finally stopped driving, she got into the back of the van and removed our shoes. Then Arline demanded that I stand up. Based on her demeanor when she ordered me to stand up, Melina and I realized that Arline was not through punishing us. I stood up and Arline pulled my pants down and removed them from my ankles. After seeing what happened to me, Melina did not stand up. "We can do this the hard way, or the easy way." Arline said. Melina remained seated. "Okay" said Arline. With that, she grabbed a scissors from the front seat of the van and began cutting off my shirt. After leaving me completely nude, she then began to cut off Melina's blouse entirely and proceeded to cut off her pants. It was obvious from what Arline was doing, that Melina was no doubt, not going to be wearing those clothes ever again. Melina started crying and we prepared for the worst. "The worst" as it turned out was an understatement. We could never have imagined the depraved ordeal that Arline had in store for us. When Arline opened the rear door, and we looked around, we found that we were in the middle of the city, in a park, in the worst part of town. "Don't worry; I have something for you to wear." Arline said mockingly, "Let me put these on you." With that, she placed a sign around each of our necks. Melina's sign read, "Please grab me or fuck me wherever you want." Mine said "Please pinch or whip me, or fuck me in any hole." "Get out" Arline said coldly. Melina and I just looked at each other. Melina was already sitting down. I sat down too. We were both determined not to go willingly. Arline asked "are you sure you want it to go down this way?" Neither of us answered. "Fine," Said Arline. With that, she grabbed Melina by her hair and began dragging her, kicking and screaming out of the van and into the park. For a brief moment, I debated whether or not I should go too. On the one hand, Melina was probably going to need my support. More importantly, I was pretty sure Arline was planning to leave Melina out in the middle of the park, alone and unguarded while she came to get me. Which I was sure was going to happen. On the other hand... Well, you do the math. I decided to take the more altruistic course of action and followed them out and into the park. In retrospect, I now realize that probably nothing would have happened to Melina, that didn't happen to her anyway, but, if I had it to do again, I would have made the same choice. I don't suppose I need to tell you that the signs we were wearing provided no cover for our bodies. What they did do, of course, was advertise the fact that our completely nude bodies were available for the entertainment of anybody who wished to use us. Before we had gone twenty yards, we had gathered a huge crowd of people who began following, leering and staring at us and groping us as we walked. Arline dragged Melina over to a grassy area and I followed. Then Arline ordered us to get down on the ground and spread our legs apart. Having only recently gotten used to the idea of Melina and Arline staring at me naked, I was tremendously embarrassed. That, however, was a realization, the impact of which only fully dawned to me when I got to the grassy area. What can I tell you? I was worried about Melina. I began crying and tried to place my hands over my privates. Naturally, wearing the wrist restraint made that difficult, well actually impossible. Melina was still crying, she had started crying in the van. She too was attempting to cover herself with her hands, but with them cuffed behind her, Melina was no more successful at doing that than I was. At that point neither one of us had gotten down on the ground. Several people began pointing to Melina and looking at Arline questioningly. Arline gestured with her hands towards Melina and yelled, "Go ahead, take her." Then Arline pushed me to the ground. I fell painfully onto my rear end. By then, the crowd had grabbed Melina and forced her over. Several men were pulling her legs apart and another was pulling down his zipper. I closed my eyes hoping that the horrible nightmare would end, but it didn't. Arline took out her switch and announced to the crowd that the switch was not for use on "the slut." One man pulled me to my knees and started forcing me to give him a blowjob. "If you bite me, I'll knock your teeth out. Now put your lips around it." He pulled my head back and forth onto his cock by my hair. Another grabbed the switch from Arline and started giggling, and then, after receiving a nod from Arline, he began slamming it into my ass like a tennis pro with a strong backhand. He was stronger than Arline was and he hurt me a lot more than she did. Each time he struck me, the pain flashed across my body like a tsunami. Each time he did it he'd look at Arline and say "That good? Huh?" I'd scream, and the man with his dick in my mouth would pull on my hair harder and angrily say "I said put your lips around it, you're screwing up my blowjob." At that point, people began pinching and twisting my breasts and everywhere else they could reach. This pretty much continued non-stop. Meanwhile, the crowd was holding Melina aloft. The men who were pulling on her legs were stretching them like a wishbone, into an almost complete split. One man was fucking her in her ass, another man had his fingers deep in her pussy, and still another was forcing her to give him head using her ears as handles. They were twisting Melina's body like a "bendable Gumby figure." "Please don't come inside me." Melina said to the men. "Fuck you bitch," said the man in her mouth, "I'll do whatever I want." Melina closed her eyes and waited for the sickening episode to be over. After a while, he climaxed, and sticking his cock deep into Melina's throat, he ejaculated. Melina gagged. I think I felt almost as sick as Melina did. For the first time ever, felt like Melina could never be entirely clean again. I felt like Melina had been despoiled, and would be dirty for the rest of her life. In retrospect, I recognize that it was rather conceited for me to feel that way, because I was, after all simultaneously receiving the same despoilment. Melina was crying loudly but nobody cared. Everybody seemed to be having a great time, except us. People were watching, groping, pinching, lashing, pulling at us, rubbing us all over and fucking us. Some women walked by and just shook their heads. Others stopped to watch, some of whom were rubbing themselves discretely. Lots of people were pointing and laughing; they might as well have been at a picnic. Melina looked over towards Arline, her eyes seeking sympathy, but Arline was wearing her evil smile. As near as Melina could tell by looking into Arline's dark, cold eyes, Arline was staring directly at her, reveling in Melina's discomfort and humiliation. She had blended into the crowd and was now rubbing herself on her snatch, furtively. People were taking pictures of us with their cameras and phones. Not that the incident hadn't already become a totally demeaning experience for me and Melina, but now a new wave of discouragement was crushing me as I realized that these terribly humiliating photos of Melina and me were probably going to wind up on the internet before the day's end. Soon, the guy getting the blowjob from me came deep inside my throat, causing me to gag. I tried to spit the foul tasting scum out, but before I had a chance to take a breath, another man began stuffing his dick into my mouth. He quickly finished, and a different man came up, turned me over, spit on my butt and stuck his dick into my asshole, forcing the man beating me to stop. He grabbed my balls and my cock in his two hands by reaching around me with both arms and pulled on them as if he was milking me. It was quite painful, because I was still feeling a great deal of irritation from the pins Arline had stuck in me earlier. I assumed Melina was experiencing the same. I couldn't decide whether or not I preferred the man pasting me with the switch or having the guy, who had a really thick dick, fucking me in my sore ass, pulling on my dick and squeezing my balls. Soon a different man crawled under my head, stuck his dick in my mouth and forced me to give him a blowjob by pulling my head up and down using my hair. By then, the guy with the switch had begun beating me again, on the only exposed place he could find on my body, on my feet. That really hurt. By then, the crowd was holding Melina vertically; upside-down and two men were standing, fucking her at the same time. One was in her cunt and the other was in her asshole. The two men , (the one in my ass and the one in my mouth) came simultaneously causing me to gag then to heave. Because the only food in my stomach was a small mug of diarrhea, nothing came up. One rather good looking, extroverted woman turned me face up, pulled down her panties. She lifted up her skirt and sat on my face. Next, she hiked up her blouse, and placed her mouth on my penis while rubbing her tits against my naked waist. She began giving me felatio, which felt rather good. I knew what she wanted me to do, so I began massaging her vagina with my tongue. Arline never went down on me when she forced me to pleasure her, Melina had not developed breasts yet, so having this woman's spongy breasts rubbing against my waist was a novel experience and was quite a turn on. I tongued her deeply inside and I could hear her moaning in a kind of high pitched hee hee hee. My oral stimulation, combined with the thrill of having sex in a public place, in front of a crowd of dozens of people, was giving her the ultimate high. This was the one joyous event on an otherwise ignominious day. With the woman's skirt hiding the crowd from my sight, we enjoyed each other's company, and, for one brief moment, I forgot about my plight and about Arline and for that matter, Melina. I wanted that moment to last forever, but before I ever got to come, she was gone. Her skirt no longer cloaked my eyes, and the crowd, along with my humiliation, were back. By then, the crowd had lowered Melina onto the grass. Many people had masturbated, and fired their ejaculate all over her body. Melina never stopped crying. People continued staring at us, rubbing us, pinching us, grabbing us and fucking us in whichever hole they felt inclined. This went on for more than an hour. At long last, Arline told us it was finally time to leave. (Actually, what she said was "Okay kids, playtime's over.") She paraded us, naked, of course, into the van and took off. Arline opened both of the windows in the front seat, forcing us to ride the whole way back with the cold wind blowing on our naked bodies. When we got home, Arline sent us to our rooms while she prepared dinner for us. When Arline called us to the table for dinner, she had some papers in her hands. "Look," she said, "You're famous." With that, she laid them out for us to see. The pages were eight-and-a-half by eleven color pictures from the park. "I printed a dozen of them, all off the internet." She said, "I just did a Google search on Battle Green Park with today's date, and they all came up. I'll have to check again tomorrow, because there will probably be lots more pictures. People took a lot of movies of you too, but they didn't print out so well. We'll watch them on the computer after dinner tonight, instead of television. Wait, you have to be eighteen... Oh, that's right, all you need is the accompaniment of a parent or guardian, and I'm both. I'll enjoy watching them with you." "I'm going to have these pictures framed," she said. "A home isn't complete without some pictures of the family, don't you think? There were more pictures, you know, but they weren't as clear as these are. I could hardly make out your faces on them, but these ones are just perfect. See, there's one of you leaving the park, completely naked, and one of you too. Look, you can read the signs I made. And look Melina; there you are, screaming while I drag you into the park. You can hear the screaming in the movies that they took. And here are some of complete strangers fucking each of you. I took those. I especially like these close ups of you two giving blowjobs to people because you can see your faces so clearly. And here's one with your legs being spread completely apart, Melina, I took that one too. Here's a nice one of all three of us leaving the park, look Melina you have cum all over you. Isn't that cute? I so love the expression on your face in this one... Arline went on and on about the pictures describing them in detail, as if we hadn't been there. She was delighting in our debasement, and enjoying making Melina and me cry again. It was then, that I began to wonder how I was ever going to face my classmates when I returned to school in the fall. After dinner, Arline tied us up and forced us to watch the "home movies." I closed my eyes and tried to avoid the scenes. Arline turned the sound off and described them for me in detail, then she played them again with the sound on high, I had to listen to us screaming, crying and being humiliated, by the people who were laughing, abusing and assaulting us. It was as bad as watching them, but thankfully, not as bad as being there. After the show, Arline confined us each to our respective bedrooms. She placed the restraint belt on me, binding me hand and foot and left me on the floor until the next morning. I assumed she did the something similar to Melina. End Part 12/56 Continued in part 13/56