<!--ADULTSONLY--> Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 02/04 Summary: Two eleven year old children are used abused, dominated and prostituted by their wicked stepmother/mother. This is a dark, erotic, sometimes humorous, tragedy, encompassing a cornucopia of adult themes. In it one can find almost every type of sexual practice (normal and alternate. Except MF) 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! Blacker Saturday. Following the previous day's dark episodes and our "adventure" in the park and with the possibility of more debasement that day, Melina and I were pretty glum the next morning. We stood in the shower, and stared at the floor, avoiding Arline's glance and each other's. Despite the fact that we had been forced into doing it by Arline, we both were conscience stricken as if we had cheated on each other. "So how do you feel today?" Arline asked. I started to answer, and Arline interrupted me saying, "I don't give a shit about you, degenerate, I was asking Melina." Melina turned around and started to answer. I looked at her and could see for the first time that she had several black and blue marks on her face. Tears came to my eyes as I realized that they must have come from that first guy, the fat person, when he had beaten her. Melina said "My ass hurts." She turned around again and I could see she had bloodstains around the crack of her ass. Then she bent over and spread her cheeks. There was an obvious tear in her sphincter. "Hazards of the trade," said Arline. "It'll heal. Don't worry, you'll get used to it." I used to be jealous of the affectionate way Arline talked to Melina. She always used to talk "at" me, using a mean, sarcastic tone of voice. This time when she spoke to Melina, she didn't sound warm or loving, instead she sounded cold and distant. Melina started sobbing and Arline said "You have only yourself to blame. You forced me to do this. You have to learn your lesson." I felt sorry for Melina. Arline never liked me very much, so, I had nothing to lose, but Melina had lost everything. Arline scrubbed us, and gave us our enemas. This time she gave Melina what looked like an enema for her vagina. She then forced both of us to air dry. Melina began shivering, and I reached out to hug her and to warm her up. Arline would have none of that. Instead, she made Melina hold me down while she beat me. "You don't touch each other unless I tell you to." She said. For breakfast we both got shit on a shingle. (So to speak.) (Well, not really, actually, it was on burnt toast.). We were both nauseous from the previous day's proceedings, but when we hesitated, Arline reminded us that we weren't to waste food in this house. We both ate the toast, and washed it down with glasses of piss without further delay. Melina did better that I had expected her to. I guessed Arline had trained her sometime long before we had met. In addition to breakfast, Melina got a small pill from Arline. This was a bad sign. I recognized that it probably wasn't a vitamin. I had hoped that at last, the lessons and the punishments would be over. But based upon the birth control pill Arline had given Melina, it was obvious that Arline had other ideas. Overnight, while Arline had bound us in our rooms, Arline brought another bed from the basement into the parlor. She now brought both of us into the parlor and she tied us both naked, face up, spread eagle on the beds. She did the knots tight; she obviously knew what she was doing on that account. Arline slammed the front door and returned in about a half hour. There was a young man, about thirty-five with her, who reeked of alcohol. I wondered if Arline picked her johns based on their being as repulsive as possible. The guy said to Arline "I want you to watch me do your daughter." Arline went in and sat down. The guy got undressed, and then he said to Arline, "Pull your pants and panties down." "I don't engage in those activities," Arline said arrogantly. The guy went to his pants and took a gun out of his pocket. He pointed it at Arline, and repeated. "Pull your pants and panties down." Arline looked shaken, she hesitated for another second, but then resignedly she pulled her pants down to about her knees. The guy shook the gun at her. "I said, pull down your panties too," he said. Arline pulled her panties down. "Now take them off." The guy said, waving his gun. Arline hesitated a moment, looking questioningly at the guy, who began waving his gun again. Arline stepped out of her pants and panties. "Now take off the rest of your clothes," said the man. Arline took off her shirt and bra. She was now standing in front of me completely naked. She looked beautiful. For the first time since the incident with the soapsuds, she was an open book. She looked much more vulnerable than she had during the bathtub incident. She also looked much more beautiful than she had that time. "Now spread your legs and pull your lips apart." He said waving the gun again. Arline did as he asked. This was the first time I had ever seen her vagina. For the first time I was getting to see the things which in the past I had only gotten to feel with my tongue. They were as outstanding as I had imagined they were. For a moment, I smiled, feeling as if I had gotten my revenge. I felt like saying "See, that's how it feels." But then I looked up at Arline's face, she had a look of fear and humiliation on it. I thought I might be gratified to see her like that, but to my surprise, I became disconcerted seeing her so helpless. "Now turn around." The guy said. "And spread your legs spread apart." Arline turned around and spread her legs apart. "Now bend over and lean on the chair," said the man. Arline did what he asked. This was a view I had never seen before with anybody. There was Arline, bent over, with her incredibly perfect ass sticking out prominently, and her cookies flapping in the breeze. Above her labia, I could see the wrinkled eye of her butt hole. It looked like a lit sparkler only in brown. He walked over to Arline and spread her ass cheeks apart. He stuck the barrel of the gun inside and twisted the gun. Arline winced with pain. Then he removed the gun, spread her labia apart, and stuck the barrel of his gun inside her there. "See, your mother is a cunt just like every other woman." The guy said to me. At that point, it occurred to me that he might be planning to murder us all. "Now stand up, turn around and start dancing. Kick your legs up like you're in a chorus line," said the man. Arline did as she was asked, and the guy and I watched for a while as her vagina kind of winked at us. "Okay, now get on the bed with your snatch on top of your daughter's head. Arline grabbed the tube that she had placed on the dresser earlier, and handed it to the man. Then she got onto the bed as the guy had asked. The guy took the tube and threw it on the floor. Then he spit on Melina's vagina and rubbed in onto her cookie. "Her cunt better be tight." He said. Still carrying the gun, the guy climbed on top of Melina. Melina reacted when he stuck his dick into her. He pointed the gun at Arline's stomach and said to Melina "Bitch, you'd better give me a good ride, if you know what's good for you, and for your mother." With that, he began moving his hips. Then he said "Two fer," and he stuck his face into Arline's muff. Neither Melina nor Arline seemed to be enjoying the experience. I was glad for that. I would have been dismayed for either of them to enjoy him more than they did me. As it was, I was a little jealous. At last, the guy came, injecting several bursts of sperm deep inside Melina, who gagged after each burst. He got off Melina and Arline, and he got dressed. It took him a while to get dressed because he was holding the gun the entire time. Arline was still lying on the bed above Melina. The guy winked at Arline and said "Good deal. It's like buy one, get one free, only it's "get one free, get one free." Leave a candle burning in the window, I'll be back." He left without paying Arline. Arline got up. "What the fuck are you looking at?" She yelled at me. "You still owe me three hundred thirty and a half fucks." She said. Arline then looked at Melina. "Good thing we started you on birth control today, huh honey?" I was glad the guy hadn't touched me, but I would rather he have ravaged me than have had him violate Melina. That's when Arline said "I can't believe he raped me. I should report him to the cops." I was shocked, I thought it ironic that Arline would see such a one sided view of the event. Arline got dressed and left the house with us still trussed up. "You okay?" I asked Melina. "Guess I'll be all right. He really didn't hurt me, but I'm pretty grossed out." answered Melina. "I wonder how Arline is going to react to this." Feet Of Strength. Arline returned a short while later with a woman with long red hair, wearing a short tight red skirt and red leather boots, with stiletto heels. The boots pretty much came all the way up to her skirt. Arline then let my ropes free, and put on the restraint belt, securing on my wrists. After Arline left, the woman sat on the bed and said "Clean my boots." I looked around. There were no rags or brushes, besides which my wrists were stoutly bound to my waist. "With your tongue, stupid," the woman said. I began slowly licking from the top of her boots to the bottom. As I did this, she spread her legs shamelessly. She was not wearing any panties. She good naturedly held her boots up for me to lick when I got down too far to lick them effectively. When she did that, I could see all the way up her short skirt. What I saw surprised me; she had a dense bush of red hair the same shade as the hair on her head. Protruding through the hair were her labia. They were much larger than those of Arline and Melina. Stuck together as they were, they looked rather like a purple broccoli floret. "Like what you see?" She asked. "You have red hairs." I answered. "I've never seen red hairs before." "It's natural." She said. "The collar matches the cuffs, you know." She said pointing to the hair on her head. I continued licking her boots first one, then the other. They smelled good, like leather should. Like Arline's and Melina's black outfits. I merrily licked her boots clean going from one to the other leaving a polished look to them. I finished the leather part of both boots. When I stopped, she said "Do the soles." I did a good job on the first sole. When I licked the upper part of the heel of the second boot, I noticed she had stepped in some kind of manure. It was wedged between the sole and her high heel. "Clean all of it, the heel too." The woman said sternly. I was used to eating Melina's, Arline's and my own shit, but unidentified dung; that was something else. I hesitated, and the woman kicked me in the face, causing me to fall onto my back. She stepped on my face covering my mouth and nose with the sole of her boot. It was the boot with the dung in it. "Lick it." She said. I began squirming and she kicked me in the groin with the boot, barely missing my balls. "Lick it." She said, and she stepped on my face again, this time with the shit directly over my mouth. With that, she called Arline, who came inside the room. "What are you doing?" asked Arline. To my surprise, I realized Arline was asking me that question. "She is making me eat foreign poop." I answered. "The customer is always right," said Arline. "Do it." She sounded like she was going to make me really, really sorry if I didn't do what the woman wanted, and I realized that in the end I was going to have to do it anyway. I began licking it off. "Swallow." Said Arline. I did. "See, I told you he was well trained," said Arline smiling. "You guys okay now?" The woman nodded. Arline left and closed the door. After finishing her boots, the woman got back on the bed and removed them. Immediately the aroma of dirty feet filled my nostrils. While her boots appeared brand new, her feet smelled as if they were a hundred years old and had never been washed. She put her feet on my groin covering my dick. Then she rubbed them together stimulating my genitals. Next, she put one of her feet in my face, covering my nose. "Whew." She put the other foot over my lips and said "Now, do my feet." God, did they stink. The smell was suffocating me. "Do it." She said "Or do I have to call Arline again?" I took a little lick of one of her toes. It tasted really salty and nasty. It was gross and I immediately began to retch. "If I have to call Arline again, she'll make you really sorry, won't she?" I stuck out my tongue and licked again. "Not like that." She said. "Don't just lick it, make love to it. Open your mouth and suck on them like you love them, like you love my feet, like you love me." I did as she asked and I began to retch. "Go slowly, you'll get used to it." She said, good- naturedly. Soon, I was sucking on her big toe and was sticking my tongue between it and the next toe. She had black stuff between her toes, which smelled and tasted terrible. But I was afraid of crossing Arline who was already very mad at me. I sucked each of her toes and in between them. Then I licked her heel, sole and ankle. As I did that, the woman masturbated. Though I hacked, gagged and heaved with nausea much of the time, I managed not to puke. While finishing the other foot, she orgasmed and the repulsive task was mostly completed. The woman said "finish the foot, and then clean me off." After I finished with her foot, she held her labia apart and I cleaned her off inside and out. It was pretty drippy, but I was used to doing that, so it was not the chore her feet had been. Besides that, her snatch didn't smell or taste nearly as bad as her feet did. "Now clean off my fingers." She said. And I was done. The woman smiled. She took a fifty-dollar bill out of her handbag and said "You did great, for your first time. Here's a tip." My arms were still secured to my sides, so she wedged it into the crack of my ass and left. Arline came in and yanked the fifty out of my ass. "We'll take it off the outstanding balance." She said. A Gay-la Party Arline had quite a few customers visit that day. Melina and I did our best to accommodate them. Later on, Arline pulled out her cell phone and made a number of calls, then she left the room. Melina and I were by now, crestfallen, hopeless and dog-tired. We were both worn out. (In more ways than one.) From what we could gather based on Arline's latest round of phone calls however, there was going to be a blowout, at which we were going to be party favors. Arline dragged an apparatus into the room, which looked like a carpenter's sawhorse. The center post, which extended beyond the legs on one side of the horse, had teeth about an inch long arranged in a saw- tooth pattern on top. Arline now untied Melina from the bed and retied her to the device, with her body parallel to the center post. Arline tied her legs to the braces down one side of the post, and her arms down the other side. The uprights supporting the brace were longer than her legs were, so the center beam now supported all of Melina's weight, with the serrated edges digging into her stomach and crotch. Melina's ass was protruding, showing provocatively over the corner of the horse. I could see that Melina was in pain from having her weight lying against the jagged edges. Next, Arline untied me from the bench and retied me face down, spread eagle to the bed. She lifted my midsection up and placed several pillows under me. This stretched my body out, causing the ropes to tighten painfully on my arms and legs and causing the blood almost to stop flowing to my hands. The way Arline had me trussed up; my ass was sticking out from the bed. Arline left us in torment. Soon, the doorbell began ringing and I heard numerous voices talking and laughing. I heard the sound of champagne corks popping, glasses clinking. I smelled cigarette smoke and other smoke, and the voices and laughter began getting louder and more profuse. I heard a loud voice ask, "So where are they?" and people began coming into the room. The glasses kept clinking, the smoke kept fuming, the voices got louder and louder, and people began fondling us. I noticed that all the people were men. "They're so soft at this young age," said one of the people, "yes and tender," replied another, laughing. Trussed up as we were, we were powerless to prevent them from having their way with us. Eventually, they began removing their clothing, and rubbing us wherever they wanted (mostly our asses.) Soon they were pinching us and pulling on our flesh. Then, one by one, they began sticking their penises into our asses. Some of them, had smaller penises, which didn't hurt us too much, except, they rocked my body forward and back pulling on the ropes. Some were large and hurt a great deal, when they jammed them into my back door causing me to howl. Some of the penises were long, and seemed like they were going to come out my mouth when they inserted them fully. All and all, the experience was a relatively painful one, but I'd had worse from Arline. Melina unfortunately was having a much harder time. In the first place, her asshole was smaller than mine was, so some of the larger penises really were more than she could take. Plus she was laying on top of that saw-toothed post, and it was digging into her stomach muscles, vagina and crotch, especially when they put their weight on her. I could hear her sobbing, shrieking and crying out in pain for much of the night. Nobody apologized or stopped what they were doing to check how we were doing; they just kept on screwing us. Occasionally Arline would come in and smack one or both of us with her hand, or with a belt. In addition, on me she used the switch and occasionally the whip. Often, others would follow her lead, but always, Arline would caution, "You can hurt Casanova all you want, but don't make any permanent marks on my slut." Arline sounded strange, she was slurring her words when she spoke and she was having trouble walking properly, she seemed to be losing her balance a lot. The party continued long into the night, drinking, smoking, talking, laughing sodomizing and beating. After everyone left, Arline shoved a turkey baster up our butts and withdrew as much of the semen as she could collect. Then she made me swallow whatever she obtained from Melina, and made Melina swallow whatever was in mine. "Get used to it," she said. It was two o'clock in the morning and we were too exhausted to resist. Then she waved two thousand dollars at us and said "Oh, only forty eight and a half homo orgies like this one and we'll be even." Arline led us to our rooms and tied us down. We slept until four in the morning at which point Arline woke us up for our usual baths. End Part 13/56 Continued in part 14/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 14/56 Summary: Prostitution of Our hero continues. Our hero has a revolting experience. Keywords: b,g,oral,menstr,vore,lac,inc,bg,piv Miscarriage Of Justice. As Arline began to develop a regular clientele, she would bring all kinds of strangers into the house. Throughout the day she would allow them to have their way with whichever one, or both of us, they wished, as long as they paid her. Most often, her clients expected straight sex. But regardless of their sex, you could never be sure just which of us they were going to choose or how they were going to exploit us. Men screwed me, made me screw them, demanded blowjobs from me, gave me blowjobs, demanded I play with them and demanded I allow them to play with me. Some women forced Melina to screw them with strap- ons. Some screwed Melina with strap-ons. Some screwed me with strap-ons. Some women forced me to screw them with strap-ons. Some forced me or Melina to perform cunnilingus on them, performed oral sex on us, and so on. The only rule Arline had was "no damaging the goods," no scars on Melina and she didn't have me screw women too often, because she knew I would be unable to do it too many times a day. I was confident that she was charging more for gigolo services than for Melina's whoring. In addition to straight fucking, Arline rented Melina and me out for a wide variety of fetishes. As if, the aforementioned acts weren't depravity enough. We had to be human toilets, shit and piss on people, give people enemas, and allow people to give us enemas. They would stuff things up every one of our orifices, have us stuff things up their orifices etc. One fat woman made regular visits every month. She claimed that there were health benefits to cleaning her vulva when she was having her period. Since she also thought that douching was detrimental to her vaginal and cervical environments, she felt that the answer required oral cleansing of her organ. Naturally, she expected the cleansing to culminate in an orgasm. On the first day of her period (the heaviest day of her menstrual cycle,) she would always have me lick her to climax. On the next day, she would have Melina do it. She would remove her tampon and stick it in one of my or Melina's nostrils. Then she would climb onto our face and rock back and forth while having us lick her deeply, inside and out. That was no small feat because we could hardly breathe with the tampon stuck in our nose, and her fat body covering our mouths. At first, it seemed unnatural to lick the clotting blood, which dripped from her snatch. I didn't even like rare steak, not that I'd had much of that recently. Even the taste of my own blood disgusted me. But the idea of swallowing someone else's blood seemed cannibalistic and savage. Also, I believed that her extremely heavy periods were abnormal and perhaps even poisonous. Then there were the semi solid clots, which were thick and stringy, and needed chewing before we could swallow them. The first time, I had to do it; I threw up and spit the mess out, into and over her. This made her angry. "You're getting that mess all over me." She said. After I was done, she complained to Arline who disciplined me heavily after she left. I never made that mistake again but the retching continued for quite a few sessions after that. Eventually I got used to it, and performed the function without gagging. Sometimes Arline wound up not feeding us whether by oversight or by design and the woman's discharge and an occasional blowjob would be the only chow we got. One day, her flow was heavier than usual. I continued licking but the blood just kept on trickling out, more and more. I stuck my tongue inside only to have it come back out covered with blood, and dense clots. When I told her about it, she pulled her pussy lips wide apart. Something solid about the size of an olive fell into my mouth. I threw up. The woman immediately yelled for Arline, who came into the room as mad as hell. Arline said "Don't worry; I will discipline him for you. And I'll give you a full refund..." Then Arline stopped in mid sentence, speechless for a second. She bent over and poked at something in the vomit with her finger. It was a human fetus. The woman had had a miscarriage while sitting on top of me. I began throwing up profusely. The woman had almost made me swallow a baby. Arline called for an ambulance and they carried the woman away. The woman did not show up for her appointment with Melina the next day. (Imagine that) Arline didn't castigate me for puking that one time. She also allowed me to clean up without insisting that I use my tongue. "Thank you." I said. Some of the games people played involved having us dress up in children's clothes. I found these games to be ironic, what with us being so young. Often they would give us scripts to read in baby talk. We would have to call them daddy, dada, mommy, mummy, mama etc. They would have us piss and or shit in diapers, and then give them blowjobs or cunnilingus or allow them to give us blowjobs or cunnilingus. Often Arline would give Melina or me a peanut butter or yellow soft drink enema in preparation for a customer, to make the experience seem realistic. One woman had Melina dress up in diapers, and then had her suck on her breast. When Melina did that, real mother's milk came out of her breast, which made Melina puke. The woman wasn't mad, she just wiped the puke up then she put Melina's head over her shoulder, patted her on the back and said "Ohh, widdle baby have a burpee?" When the games got too intense for us, Arline would warn us to satisfy the clients. "The customer is always right." She would say. Sometimes when we didn't make the customer happy, Arline would threaten to sell us. This terrified me down to my toes. I never admitted it to Arline. If Arline knew that this was my Achilles heel, she would use it against me to the fullest. If Arline sold us, I didn't know what I would do. I desperately didn't want to leave Melina, and I couldn't imagine what life would be like if things got worse. I pretended to be defiant when Arline threatened to do that, confident she wouldn't sell her golden goose, but Melina would cry and plead with her not to do it. "We'll be good." Melina would say. Then Melina would tell me to behave myself and not to provoke Arline. I never was sure whether Arline meant what she said, so I would apologize too. A round of punishment always followed this. A number of clients paid Arline to watch the forbidden act of sex between a brother and a sister. Don't ask me why. These people didn't care to touch each other or either one of us, but instead preferred to watch us touch and have sex with each other. Arline would tell them that we were both her children, but she would not tell them that we were actually step siblings, because that would spoil the mystique of the taboo act that they thought they were paying for. Arline used to charge them a lot of money for the show, because in addition to charging for each of us, incest was a felony in our state. To have us caught committing that act, Arline said, would put her in great jeopardy, and was therefore a great risk to her business and her freedom. Arline would prepare us before the show, and warn us not to have any fun. "You're not here to enjoy yourselves." She would caution us. We didn't care. Pretty simply stated, fucking for money was not stimulating for either of us. We were seldom able to enjoy ourselves. These were the only times we got to enjoy each other's charms any more, and we didn't care what Arline thought. Being intimate with each other stimulated us and all of the other sex we had during the day was just work, and disgusting work at that. Not to mention demeaning, debasing, demoralizing, defiling, degrading, despoiling, disgracing..., you get the drift. After fucking out brains out, we would tell Arline that it was only an act put on for the audience. Arline might have noticed, if she gave a shit, that after the show, we were both sweaty, exhausted and satisfied. She never did. End Part 14/56 Continued in part 15/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 15/56 Summary: Our hero meets someone who changes his life. Keywords: b,Tb1st,anal,tg Trans Ending. One day, a woman paid for my time. She was tall, had long legs, extremely large, firm breasts, long blonde hair and a deep voice. She had me suck on her breasts for a long time while she played with my penis stimulating me orally and manually, but she stopped whenever I came close to climaxing. For most of the session, she did not remove her pants. Whenever I began to bring my hand down to rub her groin, she would stop me and move my hand back to her neck, breasts, ears or ass. I got the idea that she didn't want me to touch her there, so after repeated attempts, I stopped trying. I figured she'd let me know when she was ready. We kissed and our tongues danced between our mouths. Certainly, the experience was not a negative one. She was quite a good kisser and she certainly knew how to get a man hot, and hot I got. Finally, she asked me to take her pants down. She wasn't wearing bloomers. After I removed her pants, her fully erect eight and a half-inch penis stuck out like the Empire State Building. She caught me completely off guard, and all I could say was "wow." After I recovered from the shock, I asked, "what do you want me to do with that?" "Leave it alone for now; I want you to fuck me first." She said. With that, she turned over on the bed and spread her ass cheeks apart. I reached for the tube of lubricant, but she said "No. Fuck me dry. Fuck me dry, and hard." This was what the woman had paid Arline for, who was I to object, or condemn. She said she wanted it "hard," so, I pounced on her and stuffed my penis deep onto her sphincter without allowing her an opportunity to distend. I could feel the heat generated by friction as my cock chafed the inside of her asshole. The woman screamed, and thinking I had hurt her, I almost stopped. But then I realized that what the woman had actually screamed was a very loud "YYEESS." I began ramming my dick inside her and slamming my body down onto her. The woman began to moan loudly, appreciatively, enthusiastically, and lustfully. Her moaning got louder and faster, I continued to hammer away at her, following the beat of her vocalizations. This continued until finally, it reached a crescendo, she screamed and then she became still. "Okay, you can stop now." She sang playfully. The woman turned face up and pointed to her penis. It was still projecting from her groin like a flagpole. Also, it was wet, apparently it had leaked, a lot. "Now, the question is, what do you want to do with this?" She said stressing the "you" in the sentence as she spoke. "I'm here to serve." I said. "My butt is primed and ready to go, and I also give great head. I can give you a hand job, if you want, but you'll probably enjoy one of the other options better. We can even try something creative, if you like." I paused for a moment, and then I said, "You know, I was surprised that you appeared to have an orgasm. Is that what happened? Can one really get an anal orgasm?" The woman smiled and shook her head. "Yes." She said "Then if the offer is still good, I'd like to try doing that, if you don't mind." "Don't tell me you're a virgin," she said. "Not by a long shot," I said. "But I realize now that I've always been too uptight" (So to speak.) "to enjoy one there." "Well maybe not a virgin by the strictest definition, but, you're close enough. Let me lead you to the Promised Land, honey." She said. "Lie down, relax, and let it come naturally." (So to speak.) "Uh... do you need some lube?" "Thank you for asking," I said pointing to the tube. "Most people aren't that courteous." I turned over and held my breath. "You should breathe, it's important." She said. "And relax. I'm going to go slowly and gently, because this is your first time. I want you to have the best experience possible. Are you ready?" She asked. "Okay." I answered breathing deeply and relaxing. The woman placed a dab of goo on my back door, then, she got on top of me gently, keeping her weight almost entirely on her knees and elbows. I could barely feel her as she delicately entered my anus. Slowly, I felt her gradually increasing her penetration, going deeper and deeper, until finally I could feel her abdomen against my back and her balls dangling on the back of my legs. Without ever putting her weight entirely on me, she began pumping her penis, in and out of my butt hole, slowly at first, then increasing in speed as my breathing accelerated. She played her instrument like a musician, perfectly in time to the beat of my respiration. I could feel the pressure building up inside me as I began moaning uncontrollably. Then suddenly, I felt a release of the pressure as the middle of my body exploded and I experienced electric energy across the entirety of my body, in addition to a peasant warmth in my rectum which I recognized as her ejaculating into my cavity. Without ever imposing her weight on me, the woman climbed carefully off me and stroked me affectionately on my face. "What did you think, honey?" She asked. "Wow." I said for the second time, "I should have Arline pay you, instead of the other way around." "I'm okay with that," She said. "I wish." I responded. "It's not okay with Arline. She'll be furious if she finds out that you got me off like that. She'll beat me." I tried to sound like I was joking, but without warning, the woman looked deep into my eyes and stared, point blank, at my soul. When she released me from the "eye-lock," she seemed deeply concerned. Her eyes softened as she looked at my face again. "You were telling the truth about the beating, weren't you?" As I looked back at her, the clouds on my brain condensed and rainwater began welling up in my eyes. I realized that I should have kept my mouth shut. I turned away. "I was just joking," I said. I shouldn't have bothered trying to lie to her. The words choking in my throat only proved her point. "You should leave now, I think; your time is up." I said. "I too, was beaten when I was young." She said. "The wounds are gone now, but the scars never healed. You can't see them anymore but trust me they're still there. I carry them with me wherever I go. I can help you if you ask me." I shook my head, "no." "Please go now. Thanks for your patronage. Have a nice day." I said, silently weeping while wiping my tears away. "I understand." She said. "Here's my card. If you ever change your mind, or if you ever need someone to talk to, call me. Call me anytime, understand?" I nodded my head. Then she left. I stashed the card away in some safe place, but afterward, I was unable to find it. There would be quite a few times when I wished I had been more careful with that card. End Part 15/56 Continued in part 16/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 16/56 Summary: We learn more about our heros lives, a little about Arline. Our hero becomes accustomed to his role. Keywords: b,g,Fb,sm,bd,sad,cbt,nc,rape,tort A Pain In The Ass. Arline was her own best customer. More than anyone else, Arline used us to get herself off. At any time, day or night, she would have sex with whichever of us she fancied. She called it "perks." I began to grapple with the realization that Arline was in reality a nymphomaniac. She would wake us up if she needed to, or change someone's appointment at a moment's notice in order to have sex with us. In fact, whenever she punished Melina or me, she would get hot. I could tell this because after disciplining one of us, she almost always had sex with one of us and when she would sit on my face, she would be drippy wet. After a while, I began to find the taste of Arline's gooey vagina to be delicious. At first, we could never be sure whom she was going to demand either. Regardless of whom she had disciplined, she seemed to randomly pick one of us out and would force us to have whatever form of sex she desired. It seemed like we had sex with her more than with all of her customers put together. Unlike most of the customers, Arline was beautiful, and as much as I loved Melina, when I had sex with Arline, I enjoyed it. I would feel her firm breasts, suck on her nipples, stroke her buttocks, and give her long, strong exceptional orgasms, when she'd have me. Maybe at first, I was hoping that if I pleased her enough she would forgive me for deflowering Melina. I began going to great lengths to have her reach climax. Soon, Arline began requesting me more than Melina. I felt bad because I had equipment with which Melina could not compete; my cock. I used to tell Melina that I was just doing it so Arline wouldn't beat me anymore. The truth was, when I had sex with Arline, I used to make love to her. I began to feel adulterous and remorseful when that happened. Usually, Arline would beat me, as foreplay when she wanted to have sex with me. For some reason, I began to find Arline to be especially enticing after she would punish me. I found having her lash slammed against my buttocks to be stimulating. Eventually, just having Arline wave her switch at me would cause me to have an erection. I even began to provoke Arline in order to have her punish me. I would be insubordinate to her, disobey her, I would even purposely spill my food or drink in an effort to incite her. Arline eventually became jealous of Melina and refused to allow her and me to touch each other unless someone was paying for it, which wasn't often. At night, she would put us both in restraints, in separate rooms, to keep us from comforting each other. Whenever Arline had sex with one of us, she would claim that she was taking the charge off our bill. She had long ago stopped taunting us with the balance after each session, so we had no way to verify it, and used to answer, "Of course you are." Or "Yeah, whatever." Many of the clients would request rituals, which inflicted pain. There was a lot of pinching, titty twisting, dick pulling, ball squeezing, smacking, spanking and inserting of objects too large to fit. In addition, people would flog and cane me. (Most often it was Arline.) One strict rule, which I was glad for, was that no one was allowed to do anything to Melina which left visible scars anywhere on her and no one was allowed to do anything which would leave scars on my face. Arline wasn't being nice; she just didn't want her merchandise defaced. (So to speak.) For example, no one was allowed to whip flog, or cane Melina anywhere. In addition, Arline would not authorize or approve any act if it inflicted permanent damage to either of us. Therefore, for example Arline would not allow anybody to rupture me. That doesn't mean they couldn't do things that caused my balls great agony. Women in particular liked to put rubber bands on my balls and constrict the blood vessels until my balls turned blue. They were, however not allowed to do it for longer than an hour at a time, after which they would have to let the blood flow again. My balls would sting terribly, from the constriction and finally turn numb. Then, they would sting terribly again, when they allowed the blood to return to them. As a rule, it was Arline who did the most extreme things to us. Sometimes she did things, which she would not allow anybody else to do. Then there was needle play, in which people would stick all kinds of pins and needles into us in different places, or they would have us stick pins and needles into them in different places. One of the games, which a particular group of people enjoyed playing was to stuff things into Melina's vagina until nothing else would fit. Then they would sew her inner lips shut over them. Sometimes they would then sew her outer lips shut over that. I would feel sorry for her when that happened because her vagina would bulge with whatever they put in there, and then they would stuff things up her ass, or fuck her in the ass, or they would rub and pinch her vagina and breasts, until at last they removed the stitches. Sometimes they wouldn't remove the stitches from her at all and they would leave without untying me. If Melina was untied, she would have to walk over to my bed, all stitched up and untie me so that I could remove the stitches from her. If Melina was left tied up also, we would have to beg Arline to untie us first. Unless a client was on the way, she would take her sweet time, and delay coming in, until she was ready, or for as long as she felt like. She liked making us wait especially when we were in pain. Then she would complain during the entire time she was untying Melina's ropes, about what a baby she was, and what a nuisance having to untie her was. Melina would then have to walk over to me, all sewed up, to untie me so that I could remove the stitches. Arline would never unsew her. Then Melina would have to tie me up, call Arline again, and humbly beg Arline to tie her up again. Arline always had us tied up when the johns arrived. That was her trademark. If the patrons wanted us to be loose, they would have to untie us themselves. One man paid Arline to use me for the day. Then he sewed the hole in my penis shut and made me drink more and more wine. Soon I was drunk which felt good, but eventually I had to pee. There I was trussed up like a pig and unable to urinate for hours on end. Every so often, he would kneel on my bladder and make the pain more intense. That was a very long day. One man took out a set of syringes with needles and a few bottles of some solution. I hated pins and needles in general, but hypodermics really freaked me out. Having someone insert a pin in me was awful, but I was definitely terrified of having stuff injected under my skin. The man smiled at me as he removed the wrapping from a syringe. Then he smiled again when he removed a needle from it's wrapping. He smiled again as he plunged the needle into one of his vials. Then he smiled at me again and drew out some of the fluid that was in the vial. He smiled at me again and held the syringe for me to see. That wasn't hard; my eyes were wide open watching his every move. With each move, I was becoming more and more apprehensive. By this time, I was ready to faint. Next, he smiled as he squeezed the excess air out of the syringe squirting some of the liquid out the tip onto my face. Then he smiled at me again as he slowly took an alcohol wipe from its package and wiped one of my nipples clean with it. Then the man smiled at me again and brought the needle over to the breast he had wiped clean. Still smiling he pinched the breast and then suddenly, still smiling, he plunged the needle straight into my nipple hilt deep. I recoiled in pain. "This is nothing," said the man still smiling. "Now you can scream." With that, he pushed in the plunger, injecting hell into my bosom. I had no idea what he had injected into me. It turned out to be just alcohol but it felt like acid. I began trembling and screaming. "Go ahead and scream. Your mother says it's okay." As time progressed, the man began to use successively longer and thicker needles and larger doses of the liquid in successively bigger syringes. He injected several doses into each of my nipples, which hurt terribly. He injected the liquid into my sphincter. He injected large doses of it into the head of my dick which not only felt like he had cut it off, they continued to burn for several minutes. Finally, he injected large doses into each of my balls. I most likely would have had my balls removed, if I could have, following those doses. I could feel the burning all the way down to my toes; Arline Okayed that one, but I think it might have caused permanent damage to my testicles. They were still sore days later. The man eventually had me give him a blowjob. I could hardly keep my mouth around his cock; I was wincing from the injections. Another client actually took pepper mace and sprayed it onto Melina's twat. It only took a second or so for it to effect her, but she was screaming in pain for about an hour, before it finally subsided to a bearable level. Oddly, the guy that did it also sprayed his own genitals first. Then he fucked Melina while they were both screaming. The man came almost immediately, and the two of them just lay in bed screaming, grimacing and wincing in pain for the rest of the hour. Arline would have forced Melina to have sex with other johns afterward, but she was afraid the chemical would transfer from Melina, and that, would be bad for business. One of the regulars used to lubricate my penis, scrotum and asshole with Ben Gay. I liked the smell of the ointment but my organs would first burn intensely, and then they would throb. Then they would vibrate, and then they would go numb, and limp. Arline learned to schedule his appointment for the last one of the day, because my dick was useless after the treatment. Arline had several clients who liked to strangle us till we would almost stop breathing. Arline would charge a great deal for that, because she would have to sit there and monitor them carefully, making them remove their hands, ropes, plastic bags, or whatever before we lost consciousness completely. Typically, they would fuck us while they did that because it made my penis very hard and it made Melina reach orgasm quickly. I guess they felt they were giving her a chance to enjoy sex. Usually they would strangle us several times each session claiming Arline had spoiled their fun when she stopped them. Melina and I found this form of sex frightening, unpleasant, harrowing and hazardous. One time Arline let two people do strangle play at the same time. She was unable to keep up with all the action and Melina lost consciousness. Arline had to perform CPR on her. This made her angry. Arline didn't like the idea of having her lips on ours because we gave so many blowjobs. This was the scariest and most distressing moment I could remember. End Part 16/56 Continued in part 17/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 17/56 Summary: Our characters experience pain from clothes pins. Keywords: Fb,bd,nc,sad,tort,Fdom,cbt,oral We Get Pinned. One customer of Arline's brought a bag of plastic clothespins. She had paid Arline for both of us. With us tied spread eagle, face up, she took the clothespins out one at a time and began to place them on our bodies. They hurt only a little at first, and after a while they stopped hurting. First, she placed a pin on one of Melina's nipples. Then she placed one on one of my nipples, then on Melina's other nipple, then on my other nipple. She then placed a clothespin on Melina's breast on the brown part below one of her nipples, close to the first one. Then she did the same thing to me and so on. She continued to place the clothespins on us in a "Y" formation which went from our nipples, across our stomachs and down to our genitals. When she reached my genitals, she began placing the clothespins on my dick head then down the front and back of the shaft of my penis to my balls. She placed several clothespins on Melina's outer lips, one on her clitoris, and a number on her inner lips. Next, she placed a bunch on my balls in such a manner that no area on them was unoccupied. By the time she had gotten halfway down my chest, the clips on my breasts were stinging. By the time she reached my penis, the ones on my breasts were burning terribly, and the ones on my chest were stinging. By the time she was finished with my balls, pretty much, all of the clips were hurting a lot more than one would expect. Based on the outcry I was hearing from Melina, I was sure that she was hurting too. The woman began rubbing herself through her slacks. As she continued to play with herself, the pain began to increase more and more. At last, she removed her pants and panties. By then Melina and I were both straining against our ropes and moaning. At that point, she climbed onto my face and sat down. I knew what she wanted so I began to stick my tongue deep inside her vagina and forward towards her clitoris. As I licked, the woman began yanking the pins off my body starting with my breasts. Each time she pulled one off, waves of pain followed the removal and I would howl with agony. It kind of made it hard to do my assigned task. When the woman heard the howling I was making, she began to get hot and wet and her undulations began to increase in intensity. Finally, as she was removing the clothespins from my balls, she began screeching and to my relief climaxed. She sent a flood of hot liquid down my throat. At that point, she climbed onto Melina's face and sat down. Melina knew what she wanted, so she began to lick the woman back to front. As Melina ate the woman out, the woman began tugging the clothespins off her. Each time she wrenched one off Melina would cry out. Once again, the yelling made the woman hot and she eventually reached orgasm again. By the time she reached her climax, the woman had not removed all of the clips from either of us. She got dressed, and then began playing with the remaining pins. She'd pull one down and let it fly back to an upright position. This caused great amounts of pain, and she knew it. She continued this game until Arline came in and told her that her time was up. To Arline's delight, when the woman left, there were still a half dozen clips on each of us. Arline jerked them slowly and painfully off Melina. When she finished with Melina, she jumped onto my erect penis while the clips were still attached to my balls. The pain from the clips made it difficult for me to come, and Arline took full advantage of that. All told, Arline was riding my pony for about half an hour, during which the clips continued to torment me. After she had climaxed several times, she tore the remaining clips off slowly, and left me in pain and fully erect. Arline enjoyed having sex with me, but she got extra special pleasure out of leaving me horny and erect. She left me alone and tied up for the night. End Part 17/56 Continued in part 18/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 18/56 Summary: Our hero threatens to expose Arline. She tells him what life might be like in a foster home. Keywords: F/b,nc,sad,sm,cbt,ds,anal Fostering Love. Arline would cause me pain without compassion whenever she was angry with me. She also caused me pain when she was frustrated or depressed. Also, when she was very angry with Melina and wanted to beat her, but didn't want to leave marks on her. I wasn't crazy about those times but I was nevertheless glad to be able to spare Melina the pain even though it was at my expense. Mostly, I think, she blamed me for having deflowered Melina, an act for which she was never going to forgive me, even though it wasn't my fault. She was going to make me pay for it time and again. Maybe I caused that. I told Arline that it was my fault when she discovered us. And even though Melina had also accepted the blame, Arline must have decided that I was mostly responsible. Also, as I have said, Arline liked to cause me pain when she wished for me to have sex with her, and she did that frequently. It made her hot, and as I became dependant on it, it began to make me hot. As I became more resistant to her punishments, Arline devised newer and more painful "games" to hurt me. Other than using the switch and lash, Arline used to restrict her punishment to methods that didn't cause visible scarring. To that end, she played a number of very painful "games" at my expense. One of her favorite "games" was to blindfold me when tied face down on the bed. Then she would place this enormous funnel up my ass and drop painful or scary things in. Glowing cigarette embers were a favorite of hers. Arline didn't smoke, but she bought cigarettes just for this purpose. She would light up a cigarette and knock off the hot ember at the tip into the funnel. It would fall down into the hole created by the funnel and land on the bottom making a "sssst" sound. Then she would do it again. She also liked to throw in sharp things such as, pins, or a pocketknife. One time she threw in a baby cactus. Other things such as bugs, bees, spiders and roaches, all of which I was afraid of, would go in. Surprisingly, the inside of one's rectum doesn't have many nerve endings which feel pain, so (although I never admitted it to Arline) it really didn't hurt too much. If Arline had known better, she would have let the insects run across my body, instead. That would have freaked me out much more. After she dropped something in she would ask me "What was that?" I would have to guess. If I gave the wrong answer, she would tell me what it was, and then she would drop something else in. If I gave the right answer, she would drop something else in anyway. I was not very good at the game. Sometimes these things would be difficult to remove, assuming they came out at all. Arline would always play that game after the last customer of the day had left. The next day she would make me check my excrement following my enema, to insure that everything she had put in the day before had come back out. Having worked as an operating room nurse, Arline was used to counting the things she put up there. Insects and such, which came out would usually wind up in my meals. If she didn't find the number of things she expected to find in my bowels, she would search inside me with a long forceps until she found whatever she thought was missing. When she searched around in my bowels for things, the forceps would sometimes grab sections of my colon, which she would try to remove, unsuccessfully. Fortunately, she was careful not to be too forceful when she did this or I probably would be missing sections of the lining of my colon. Unfortunately, having her pinch the lining of the inside of my butt would hurt considerably. Another game of hers was to put a rubber band around my balls or my dick head and pluck it allowing it to snap back onto the bare flesh. That produced an extreme stinging pain, which left my sexual organs warm for most of the day, and sometimes left black and blue marks on them. One day, I suggested to Arline that if she hurt me again, she would be sorry. "What are you going to do?" She asked in a cynical tone of voice. "I'll call the police on you." I said. "If you do that, you'll be sorry." Said Arline. "They'll put me in jail and they'll put you and Melina into separate foster homes. Do you know what life is like in a foster home? It's worse than it is here. And you and Melina will never see me or each other again." I would have been happy to never see Arline again. Melina would not. Arline was for me a lot like the classic wicked stepmother in a fairy tale. For Melina, Arline was just mom. (Well, "Mother" actually.) I would have been glad to see Arline arrested, but the prospect of Melina and I being split apart, horrified me. We had grown pretty close together. Later that day, I looked on the internet to see what life would be like in a foster home. Though most descriptions by those who had been in the system were bitter sweet, several accountings were indeed horrendous. It was a crapshoot whether or not one would wind up in a better place, and almost a certainty Melina and I would not wind up in the same place. Arline's threat of us never seeing each other again was a real one. The possibility of losing Melina was a nightmare I would prefer not to face. Sure life was tough with Arline, but it might be worse in a foster home. Besides, I couldn't bear to think that Melina and I would never see each other again. I now loved Melina deeply, and was willing to put up with just about anything to have us stay together. And "anything" included living my life with Arline. End Part 18/56 Continued in part 19/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 19/56 Summary: Arline and Melina deal with the law. There is some underhandedness as Arline is blackmailed. Keywords: bd,blackmail,nc,sad,M/g,ds The Long Arm Of The Law. One day, Arline was expecting a client. When she opened the door, she was shocked to see a police officer standing there in full uniform. "May I come in?" the police officer asked. "Do you have a warrant?" asked Arline. The cop pushed the door open and walked inside. "There's been a report that you are abusing children here." He said. - "That's not true... Where are you going?" Asked Arline. The cop walked into the parlor followed by Arline. Arline said "You're not allowed to do this." The cop looked around the room observing Melina and me. As usual, Arline had tied us to our beds, spread eagle and naked. "Neither are you." He said patiently. He turned to Melina. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes." She answered a little stunned. Melina didn't want the cop arresting Arline and she didn't want to have the two of us split up, as Arline had warned. "Are you eighteen?" he asked Melina. "Yes." Melina answered. Melina did not look eighteen. She barely looked eleven. But the cop was okay with her answer. "Of course you are." The cop said. "Are you okay?" He asked me. I didn't want to have the two of us split up and sent to foster homes either. "I'm fine." I said. "Good, as long as everybody is okay." He said. With that, he put his fingertips on Melina's neck and drew his hand slowly down her chest. "Better than good, great." He said, stopping at her pussy. He smiled "Great." He repeated. Then he stuck his finger gently into Melina's gash. He rubbed it around a little and then pulled it out and smelled it. "As long as it's clean in here, I won't have to call the department of health on you." He said to Arline with a satirical tone in his voice. "But," he said, "I will have to fine you five hundred dollars for... uh... selling without a peddler's license. He winked at Arline and held out his hand, rubbing his thumb against the side of his middle finger, suggestively. Arline left the room and returned with five one hundred dollar bills in her hand. The police officer took the money. "Oh and freebies, whenever I want them." With that, he began taking off his clothes. "You may leave now." He said to Arline. Arline left the room and closed the door. After the cop had finished undressing, he lay down in the bed next to Melina, placed his hand on her breast and began kissing her. Melina was afraid to offer any resistance, not that she could have, and she began kissing him back. Normally when a man kissed her like that, that was what he expected in return. Instead, the cop smacked her violently across the face. His face got ugly. "Bitch." He said. "Keep your filthy, nympho, scum sucking tongue out of my mouth. Jerk me off," said the cop. Melina motioned as best she could that she was tied up and the cop untied the arm closest to him. Melina began working the skin on his dick up and down. He began sticking his fingers into her vagina, and licking her lips and ears. Melina couldn't control herself when he stuck his tongue in her ear and she squirmed and moaned each time he did it. This made me a little jealous. Soon she was breathing heavily, and at that point, the cop stopped and grabbed his billy club. He went back to licking Melina on the ears and lips, and then he began to ease the baton into Melina's now moist vagina. Melina's vagina was barely wide enough to accommodate the stick, but she did her best to put up with it. Then the cop began sticking it in deeper and deeper. He continued manipulating it until he had stuck it in a full eight inches and then he began saying, "Say you love it. Tell me you want more." "Please" said Melina. "You're in as deep as you can go. You're going to hurt me if you go any deeper." With that, the cop became enraged. His face got ugly again and he began driving it in even deeper. I could see him straining to get it in. Melina began contorting in pain and moaning. "Say you love it. Tell me you want more." The cop said angrily. "I love it, I want more." Screamed Melina. "Good," said the cop. He eased up on the club. It was obvious that he had gone as far as he could go with it. Melina was shrieking loudly. "I love it. I love it. I love it." She kept screaming repeatedly. With that, the cop ejaculated onto Melina's chest. He pulled the billy club out of Melina's snatch and said "Best baton polish there is. You'll see me again, guys." We heard him talking to Arline in the hallway. "You've got some prime beef back there." He said. "I'll be back next week for my tribute. Think of that as insurance. And some more nookie, think of that as... uh... a bribe." Arline came into the bedroom. "That five hundred's coming out of the account. You owe me for that. She said crossly. End Part 19/56 Continued in part 20/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 20/56 Summary: The man with the gun is back. He humiliates Arline and abuses everybody, finally raping Melina. and gang raped by strangers in a park. Keywords: M/b,M/g,M/F,Mg,bd,nc,rape,sad,tort,viol,cbt Like Mother Like Daughter. Arline answered the door and was dismayed to see the guy with the gun (with his gun.) "Hi ya' honey, d'ya miss me? I told ya' I'd be back. We're going to have a party now. Where's your daughter?" The guy led Arline at gunpoint into the parlor where, as usual, we were tied to our beds, naked, spread eagle and helpless. He pointed the gun at Arline again and told her to remove her pants again. Arline did what he asked. "Take off your panties." He sang. Arline removed her panties. The day before, Arline and I had had a session in which she had me shave off her pubic hair. Kind of a cool variation from the norm. When the guy saw that Arline had been shaved clean on the bottom, he started laughing. He turned to Melina and said "Well, well, well, if she were fourteen years younger, you could pass for twins now." He started laughing again. Then he grabbed Arline by her pussy lips and gave them a brisk tug. Arline winced in pain. I strained against my bonds trying to break free but was unable to undo the restraints. The guy went over to Melina and gave her pussy lips a brisk tug. Melina winced in pain. "Funny, that's what your mother said" the guy said laughing. The guy ordered Arline to remove her blouse and bra. Arline did so. The guy searched the room and eventually found a drawer full of ropes. He grabbed some and began tying Arline to the hooks, which were on the wall across from the beds. He tied her arms, tightly, leaving no slack in the ropes. Arline had to stand on her toes to keep the ropes from cutting off the flow of blood to her hands. At that point, I couldn't help but observe how magnificent her breasts looked. They were now exposed elegantly, after having been lifted up by her arms when he tied her up. The brown cones of her areoles formed a perfectly round shape, bulls eyed by her nipples, which were erect and standing out from the breasts. The guy then lifted Arline's legs off the floor, from behind her knees. For a while, he just peered into her twat, which had opened slightly. There she was, her cookies spread apart, the insides of her most intimate of places, lain bare, exposed, denuded, glistening, moist and warm. I could see her clitoris sticking out at the top, pointy and red. Beneath where her vagina ended, I could see just the slightest darkening of her color from where her asshole began. From where the guy was standing, I was sure he could see everything, in all its splendor. For a moment I wondered what it looked like, close up and from his vantage point. Suddenly, I felt ashamed, as I realized that I was delighting in Arline's debasement and humiliation. For some reason I was feeling remorse for doing something that Arline did to Melina and me all of the time. Eventually, the guy finished watching. He put Arline's legs over his shoulders and stuck his face deep into her vagina. If the guy thought that Arline was defenseless, he had another thing coming. Arline made her move. She closed her legs tightly around his head, wrapping her feet together and applying pressure to her thighs, sealing him in a headlock. If Arline thought the guy was helpless, she had another thing coming. The guy screamed for a moment, but then he began beating her with his fists forcing them upward into her ribs. Simultaneously he opened his mouth and bit down violently on her pussy lips and clitoris. For a couple of moments, the two remained locked in mortal combat, but eventually the guy won out. In an attempt to free herself, Arline inadvertently opened her legs and the guy escaped. The guy was pissed. He began smacking, Arline on the face. Arline brought her legs up again, attempting to wrap them around his waist, but the guy was too fast. He moved back and away, averting her legs. At this point, the guy wasn't taking any chances. He went back to the drawer full of ropes and one after the other, he tied her ankles tightly to the same hooks to which her wrists were tied. Her legs were spread far apart. Now Arline was suspended entirely off the floor with her knees in front of her shoulders and her ankles over her wrists. Arline's mid section was utterly exposed. Every feature of her sexuality was now displayed prominently within a square about a foot and a half wide. Now Arline looked beautiful. Sure enough, she did look like Melina. Shaved as it was, her pussy looked smaller and more immature than normal. Her outer pussy lips were slightly larger, than Melina's were, but did not appear to look as massive as usual. Her inner lips, though larger than Melina's had the same apparent shape as Melina's, and had a mass, which was proportional to them. They too were beautiful, frilly and pink with maroon edges. They too traveled two- thirds the way down, surrounding the hole of her vagina, and they too ended about an inch short of her asshole. Then the guilt returned, as I saw the expression of pain, mortification and fear on Arline's face. I turned away. There we were the three of us. Arline, Melina and me helplessly tied up and completely exposed. Of the three of us, Arline looked the most scared. She was not used to defilement the way Melina and I were. The guy began looking around again and eventually found his way into the closet where Arline kept the whip. He grabbed it and then pointed to Arline. "Eanie, Meanie, Miney, Moe, you're the one that's gotta' go" When he said "go", he was pointing to me. With that, he swung the whip as hard as he could at my bare stomach, knocking the air out of me and leaving a searing lash mark on me. I screamed. "Go ahead and scream, nobody can hear you." said the guy. "God, like I'd never heard that one before." I thought. "I don't see why you screamed though, that didn't hurt me a bit," he said laughing. He pointed at me "Eanie, Meanie, Miney, Moe, you're the one that's gotta go." He was pointing at Melina. Then he cut loose with the whip again. Melina screamed. "I like this" he said. "Eanie, Meanie..." He was pointing at Arline. The lash flew against her bare ass. Arline screamed. "This is fun," he said. After a while, he became bored with the game, but not before he had struck each of us eight or so times. Arline probably got the worst of the lashing. He seemed to be honing in on her vagina which was protruding conspicuously from her body. The guy stayed about an hour playing with numerous toys and stuffing each of us with whatever he found. I think I might have gotten the worst of those games when he stuck a sharpened pencil into the hole in my penis and broke it in half inside me. Finally, he fucked Melina several times while slapping her in the face, and pinching her nipples. Then he left us all tied up as we were. Melina finally broke loose early the next morning. She untied Arline and me. Arline swore to us that this wouldn't happen again, and we went to bed. The next morning Arline helped me get the pencil out of my dick by squeezing it, starting at the bottom, and working it up to the top. The procedure really hurt. But after that, I took the best piss of my life. End Part 20/56 Continued in part 21/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 21/56 Summary: Our hero comes to terms with masochism. Keywords: F/b,bd,sm,ds Pain Is For Play. Arline caused me lots of pain. Because she so frequently would have sex with me following such encounters, I learned to associate the pain with sex. Arline would beat me and I would find myself aroused in spite of the obvious negative ramifications of the session. Something about the stinging of my rear end after a caning or the burning of my back, genitals or breasts following an abusive rendezvous with her, made me hot and hard. If Arline chose not to have sex with me after a session of tormenting, or if she didn't allow me to reach climax because she forced me to eat her out or something similar, I would be erect for as long as it took for the pain to go away, sometimes longer. This could take hours, and Arline was able to use the response to prep me for a session of straight sex with some of her less attractive customers, who otherwise might not hold my interest. Pain began to become a foreplay stimulus for me and eventually, even the mention of a caning or other torture could stimulate my arousal. At night, I would think about episodes with Arline and I would be up late into the morning erect. Sometimes I would make up adventures with her and they would keep me warm, long into the night. I began inventing newer and more painful ways in which I could enjoy her company. Sometimes I would tell Arline about them. If she liked the idea, she would please me by doing those things to me. End Part 21/56 Continued in part 22/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 22/56 Summary: The man with the gun returnes. He rapes and tortures Arline. He threatens to torture our hero. Keywords: M/F,humil,rape,anal,bd,nc,sad,tort,viol, Mg,piv Arline "Man's" Up. (Part 1) Arline answered the door. There, holding his gun was the guy who had raped Arline and Melina and assaulted us all. By the time Arline realized who it was, it was too late. The guy kicked the front door in and locked it from the inside. Then he forced Arline into the parlor at gunpoint. As usual, we were tied spread eagle, naked in our beds. Melina was on her back and I was on my stomach with my ass up. He waved the gun at Arline and pointed to the sawhorse. Then he demanded she straddle the long beam, and to lean over. He tied her ankles to the legs of the horse. Arline's legs were shorter than the supports of the sawhorse, so her weight was now fully supported by the crossbeam, with her chest and crotch firmly against the saw teeth, which made up the beam. Next, the guy tied her wrists to the front legs of the device. Arline was now as helpless as we were, and was no doubt in more pain. The guy walked out of the room and left the house. He came back carrying a green cloth gym bag. He set the bag down and then pulled a long, ugly hunting knife out of the bag. When he unsheathed the knife and stood over Arline, I began to worry. I was afraid that this time, he was going to carve us all up. Weeks, maybe even months from now, people were going to read about us in the newspaper after finding our dead bodies still tied up as we were. The guy stuck the knife into the back of Arline's pants. He pulled up on the knife and it easily cut through her belt. Then he replaced the knife in her pants and began moving the knife down cutting the seam of Arline's pants down to the crossbeam. Slowly, piece by piece, he cut the fabric of her pants until he had removed all of the material covering her buttocks. Next, he pulled the knife down each pants leg and cut off the material there. As he continued meticulously cutting off Arline's pants, he cut around the ropes that bound her legs. He then pulled out all of the strips of material lying between her and the sawhorse. Starting at her collar, the guy next cut the fabric of Arline's blouse from her body. Going down her back and arms, and pulling out the cloth underneath her. After the guy had finished removing her slacks and shirt, Arline was still wearing her panties and bra. The guy then stepped back to admire his work. He sat down on Melina's bed and smiled. The guy put the knife down and began to rub his privates for a while. Next, he took the knife and went back to Arline. He stuck the knife violently into Arline's panties. I was afraid for a moment that he had stabbed her. Instead, the guy cut away her panties exposing her buttocks, he then cut the elastic material at the sides of her legs and pulled the remaining cloth away. Arline was now naked on the bottom, with her posterior well exposed. The guy wasn't done. He removed the straps, which secured Arline's bra, and pulled the material there away. Arline was now completely naked, except for a few strips of clothing underneath the ropes. She was helplessly trussed up, supported painfully with her weight on the saw-toothed crossbeam. The guy now undressed pausing to rub Arline's ass cheeks several times. When he was finally nude, the guy grabbed Arline's ass cheeks and pinched them. Then he pulled the cheeks apart and spit on her back door. Next, he violently stuck his dick inside her asshole hilt deep. Arline moaned in pain. While this was a fairly common occurrence for Melina and me, Arline who actually considered herself our manager, did not participate in her business, so she actually had never, at least to our knowledge, been buggered before. Then the guy climbed up on top of Arline and grabbed her roughly by the breasts, using them as handles, for balance while fucking her in the ass. The guy's weight now was fully supported by Arline's body. As the guy began gyrating his hips, Arline began straining to breathe. The guy was after all crushing her lungs against the saw-toothed crossbeam. This went on for more time than I could stand. I was afraid Arline was going to suffocate or have her ribs broken. Finally, the guy ejaculated deep inside Arline's rectum with a deep, satisfied sigh, and he got off her. Arline gagged. "You bastard, your children are going to die helplessly in my asshole," she said caustically. The guy did not respond. Instead, he placed his hand on Arline's neck and drew it slowly down her back stopping at her ass. Then he drew his hand back and spanked Arline hard on the seat making a loud smack. Taken by surprise, Arline screamed for a second, and then she regained her composure. The guy whispered something in her ear. "What?" Arline asked. "You heard me bitch," said the guy. "There isn't any," said Arline. "We'll see about that," said the guy. With that, he slapped her again on the bottom this time making an even louder Smack. Arline's body shook in response to the blow but this time she didn't make a sound. "So, you think you're tough. We'll get it out of you. You might as well talk now 'cause it's going to be a long night otherwise. I'm going to enjoy this. But you won't." Arline didn't respond and the guy went to the bag. To my surprise, the guy pulled a switch about the same size as Arline's, out of the bag. "Let's start by softening you up." The guy said. With that, he swung the lash viciously against Arline's behind, making the same "thwack" Arline makes on mine. Arline's body shook as much as one can while being tied up to a sawhorse, but again she said nothing. The guy took the cane and drew it across four more times in succession. Not only did Arline not scream or say anything, but this time, her body hardly moved. The guy said "I can do this all day long, you know." Arline did not respond. I was proud of her. Arline was taking the punishment "like a man." (In only one way.) I wondered if I could be as valiant under the same circumstances. Normally I yelled when Arline beat me, but mostly I yelled to make Arline feel she was getting to me. I'd learned that I could be silent when Arline beat me, but that only made Arline angrier, so I used to scream to appease her. When she beat me however, my body did react. I wondered how Arline managed to switch off the pain. The guy struck her numerous times apparently aiming his blows at the same location on her posterior. The lash kept landing on the same spot, which became more red, swollen and painful with each blow. Each time he brought the lash down, he said "Where is it." Arline would answer, "There isn't any." Or "Where is what?" "Okay, that does it. I've tried to be nice, but you just don't appreciate it. I guess I'm going to have to take off the kid gloves now. The guy removed the gloves he was wearing. (Apparently, he was actually wearing kid gloves.) The guy went to his bag and put the gloves and the switch inside. Then he took a propane torch out of his bag and a metal rod about two feet long and three eighths of an inch wide. He lit the blowtorch and placed the end of the metal rod into the flame of the torch. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" the guy asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." Arline said. The guy heated the rod until it was red-hot. The guy held the end about an inch from Arline's nose and said "Where is it?" Arline screamed, "Where is what?" With that, the guy took the rod, still red-hot, and placed the end of it against Arline's ass below the buttock where the leg joins the cheek. The rod made a searing sound like eggs when thrown into a hot pan. Unlike the switch the guy had used, this made Arline lurch forward and scream. The air became filled with the smell of charcoal broil. "I don't have it," she screamed at the top of her voice. "You're going to tell me eventually." He screamed. "Why don't you save yourself all this pain and heartache, and tell me what I want to know now?" Once again, Arline did not respond. The guy reheated the rod and when it was red-hot, he again held it in front of Arline's face. "Tell me what I want to know." He yelled. "There is no money." Arline said, slowly and distinctly. This time the guy took the poker and placed it against Arline's dangling breast. Arline screamed again. She jerked forward so hard that the sawhorse swayed, but the ropes had her bound unyieldingly. The guy picked up the rod and began heating the end again. When the rod got red-hot, the guy looked at her. Arline stared back coldly. "Well?" He said. Arline didn't respond. "I always wanted to do this," the guy said. With that, the guy took the red-hot poker and shoved it up Arline's asshole. This time the rod made a sound like a long loud fart. Arline jerked forward so hard, the frame almost fell down. The air filled with smoke and a smell like a combination of roasted pork and burning shit. Arline screamed at the top of her lungs again. "Fuck you, pig snot." She yelled. Then she began throwing up. The retching continued long after the contents of her stomach had emptied. Steam was still rising from the metal rod lodged in Arline's butt hole. The guy pulled it out violently. Arline screamed loudly in response. Then the guy asked "Well?" He waited for a response. Arline did not respond. She just lay there panting in shallow breaths, making a sound a little like a hissing snake. "That does it. I can see that I'm going to have to use more extreme measures." Said the guy. I tried to imagine what could possibly be more extreme than sticking a red-hot poker up someone's ass. The guy climbed on top of Melina and began fucking her, and while he was doing this he grabbed her nipples and pinched and twisted them. Melina breathed heavily, moaned and then screamed as he did this. After about two minutes, the guy said "Don't make them pay for your stubbornness, tell me what I want to know." The guy continued fucking and pinching Melina. Melina continued wincing, moaning and screaming. This continued for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the guy climaxed and got up. "That was great." He said. "One of the best fucks I've ever had. I love this. It's really getting my juices flowing." He looked at Melina. "Can you feel my juices flowing?" He asked mockingly. Then the guy started heating up the metal rod again. "Well?" He said to Arline. Arline continued panting, but did not reply. This time, the guy walked up to me with the red- hot poker and held it by my prone ass. I could feel the heat coming off from it, on my ass cheeks. "Stop." I said, "Please don't do this." I cried. "Well?" Said the guy to Arline again. "Okay," shouted Arline. "I'll have to show you." She said. The guy put down the rod and turned off the blowtorch. "No tricks or we'll get to continue where we left off." The guy got dressed. He grabbed the gun then he untied Arline. Arline got her bathrobe out of the closet. She walked slowly, with great distress. The two of them walked out of the room while Melina and I held our breath. Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" sound from the somewhere in the house. Melina and I reckoned that it had to be his gun, and waited in fear for the guy who most certainly was coming to kill the witnesses. End Part 22/56 Continued in part 23/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 23/56 Summary: Everybody has to deal with the man with the gun. Our hero and Melina have some hard core romance. Everybody eats a strange breakfast. Keywords: bg,bd,inc,sm,fdom,cbt,ds,anal,oral,piv, vore,Fb Arline "Man's" Up. (Part 2) To our great relief it was Arline, who walked slowly and painfully into the room, alive. She was carrying the guy's gun. Slowly she untied Melina's hands. Then she tried to sit down on Melina's bed. She immediately got back up and climbed up so that she could lie down "We have work to do. Untie your brother. Then get dressed." She said. Melina untied her own legs, released my bonds and we got dressed. Arline got up. She had us follow her into her bedroom. Arline walked slowly and deliberately, her knees kept bumping into each other as she walked. There on the carpet in the bedroom, was the guy, lying on the floor, in a pool of blood. Arline did her best to sound cool and calm, but there was obviously great distress in her voice. "We have to clean this all up before the police wind up coming here. I'm not going to be able to help you do that." Arline got down on her bed face down and began dictating instructions to us. She instructed us to remove the guy along with the rug on which he was lying and pull him out of the house into the back yard. Next, she told us to dig a hole and bury him in it. This took quite a while. Though Melina and I each had a shovel, there were tons of roots in the soil, which slowed us down. Eventually though, we had dug a hole about three-feet deep and five feet long in the soil. We dropped the guy in the hole, and we discovered to our dismay, that the guy was six-feet tall and wouldn't fit in the five-foot hole we had dug. We dug the hole a foot longer and put him face down in the dirt. His knees, which kept popping up at first, now were able to fit in the hole and at last, we were finally able to bury him. By the time, we finished burying him the sun had set. Then Arline instructed us to burn the bloodstained rug on which he had died. This was not easy; the rug wouldn't burn by itself so we needed to start a wood fire to generate enough heat to destroy it. There was blood on the walls, over the floor and on much of the furniture, so we had to clean these up too. The sun had begun to rise by the time we finished doing this. Arline had fallen asleep. We decided not to wake her. Melina and I were about to go to our rooms, but then we realized that we were free for the first time in weeks. We went into my room because it had clean sheets. I slowly undressed Melina and she did me. My skin rubbed against hers and hers against mine. I'd forgotten how soft Melina was. It felt good. I rubbed her breasts and sucked on her nipples. I ran my fingers down her chest and stomach. She placed her arms around my body and hugged me. We kissed for the first time in months. It was then that I remembered how person after person had used Melina, violated her, defiled her, soiled her, forced her to give them blowjobs and swallow their seamen. I became disgusted and removed my tongue from her mouth. I started gagging and pushed her away. "What's the matter?" She asked. "I don't know." I lied. "I'm just not in the mood I guess." I was ashamed of myself. I realized that I was no better than the fucking johns who called upon us and thought of us as dirty, polluted, disease carrying tramps. I turned away from Melina and started crying. "Are you crying?" Melina asked me. I just kept crying, I couldn't look at her. "I'm sorry." I said. "It's just today's events. I was so scared that we were going to wind up dead. Please let's just go to bed and I'm sure everything will be all right tomorrow." I was lying. The aftermath of the day's crisis had left me drained, and stressed, but that wasn't actually, what was bothering me. Melina turned over placed her lips around my penis "Let's see if we can't get beyond that horrible memory." She whispered. Then she sat down on my face with her love nest over my mouth, and began giving me head. Instead of evoking an erection, Melina's endeavor resulted in a complete failure. My penis inverted trying to hide inside my body. What actually was bothering me was the thought of patron after patron shooting scum into Melina's dark hole, how the guy with the gun had just raped her, and now she had that horrible, garbage can filled with rotting things over my mouth. Even though people had been doing much the same thing to me, repeatedly, during the past couple of months, I couldn't see my way past what now seemed to be wanton, deviant behavior on her part. Melina seemed dirty to me, and I couldn't stand the idea of sucking on the part of her, which by now must surely be polluted. "Why," I thought "Couldn't she be clean like Arline?" That was it, I realized, I was in love with Arline. After all the episodes with Arline, I had become enthralled with her. I pushed Melina away. Melina looked down depressed. She stopped and thought for a few moments. Then she brightened up and said "I know what you need." She got off the bed and went to the closet. She removed some things and threw them on the bed. I recognized Arline's ropes and my restraint belt. Melina tightened the restraint belt to my waist and secured my wrists. When she was satisfied that I was securely bound, she tied me spread eagle to the bed face down. Melina went back into the closet and removed her own switch. Melina sat back down on the bed with her snatch under my head and smacked me gently on the ass with her lash five times. "You're going to pleasure me like I've never been satisfied before." With that, she brought the lash down on my ass again. I wasn't convinced. Melina struck me again, harder this time, five more times. "You will do this." She said. I still wasn't convinced. Melina brought the lash down even harder than before "Stick your tongue out, you fairy." She said. I continued to resist This time when Melina struck me, she did it harder than Arline did. Now, Melina was sending waves of pain flowing over my body, and sending a strong message to my libido the way Arline did. Out came my tongue, once, twice, I stopped. Melina got down from the bed, went back to the closet and got something out. Then she got back on the bed and moved her pussy under my mouth again. "You are going to please me," she said. She had gotten out a long, stout vibrating dildo. She turned it on and pounded it, unlubricated into my back door. The dildo didn't go in far, but it made its point. My ass reflexively squeezed my cheeks together from the pain. Melina began working the dildo deeper and deeper into my anus. It was dry and a particularly thick dildo and the pain from it was sensational. I started licking her more and more. When the dildo wouldn't go in any further, she took her fist and pounded on it. I continued licking and sucking on her. Melina was now rocking back and forth and I had slowed down some. "I didn't say you could stop, you faggot." With that, she grabbed the switch and began beating me in time to her undulations. She was striking me forcibly and it was burning me. I worked frantically, stuck my tongue in deeper, sucked harder, and moved faster, and finally Melina began to cry out in ecstasy. This went on for a long time while she continued to beat me. I continued to work on her, harder than I had with any of the clients, even harder than I did with Arline, harder than I had ever done before, and she kept caning me. Finally, she stopped with a long sigh and let the lash go. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssss!" She said. Then she got out from under me and sat on the edge of the bed for a short time while she recovered. After her respiration returned to normal, Melina untied me and then retied me face up with my legs together. I was still wearing the wrist restraint and the dildo was still stuck up my butt-hole. It was a long one and when she laid me on my back, the end of it which stuck out against the mattress, put pressure deep inside me. The lash marks were also still burning me and I now had a fine erection. Melina went to the closet and removed a thin piece of sisal rope. She tied it tightly around my balls, at about its midpoint. Then she climbed on her knees, on top of me and began moving her hips up and down. I had forgotten how very petite Melina's vagina was. She was such a small person after all, and now she was clenching me firmly in her grasp. It felt good. My ass was burning, my dick felt encased firmly in velvet, I was being stretched to the limit against my colon and prostate gland and at last, I was enjoying myself. Melina bent over and kissed me. "God, why did she have to do that?" I thought. My dick shrank and fell out of her. It lay down and surrendered. With that, Melina smacked me in the face firmly with her open hand. Then she shoved my dick back inside her and pulled forcibly on the strings she had tied around my balls. A downpour of pain rolled across my body and my penis returned to attention. Melina tied the string around her neck and began to move up and down on top of me. As she did so, the string loosened and tightened up on my balls, and the dildo exerted and released pressure against my colon. Melina did not try to kiss me again. Melina was by now highly skilled at pleasing gentlemen and was quite intuitive. She was doing a sensational job of making me happy. It was taking me a long time to reach orgasm, and she was toiling away. With that string around my balls, though, I was quite rigid and she returned to climax mode several times while she worked me over. Finally, I climaxed deep inside of Melina spewing at least a quart of sperm into her cervix. (Well, it felt like a quart.) It was the first time I had come inside of her since our virgin encounter, long ago. "Mmmmmmmmmm." She said. Then she fell in a heap on top of me. We fell asleep that way for quite a while. Then we heard Arline calling us from her bedroom. It took a while for Melina to release me, and for us to get dressed. By the time we got into Arline's room, she was infuriated. Based upon the distasteful look on her face, it was obvious that Arline had guessed what had transpired between us. At first, it seemed as though Arline was handling our indiscretions well. We realized, however, that since she couldn't leave the bed without assistance, she was not in a position to discipline us. Arline didn't look too good; her face was sullen and bleak. Her voice was low and unsteady. It was obvious that she was in a lot of pain. Arline lay there motionless except for her lips, "I'm going to need your help running the house and getting around for the next couple of weeks." Melina excused herself and went to the kitchen. She came back with a plastic bag from the freezer filled with what appeared to be frozen meat. She handed it to Arline and we inspected the contents. Arline brightened up slightly and I smiled when we recognized that in the bag was the guy with the gun's dick and balls. "It's a trophy," said Melina. "We should hang it over the mantle. It's his head. Get it?" Arline said "We can't have evidence like that lying around. We have to destroy it. Let's have it with some eggs for breakfast." Melina cheered at the suggestion. Push comes to shove, I was ready to do anything Arline asked us to do, but I was sure I would have preferred ham with my eggs. Arline asked "There isn't any more evidence like that lying around here, is there?" "No." said Melina. "We buried him with all his clothes, and then we burned the rug he bled on." I stayed with Arline. Melina went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Arline and I could hear Melina singing in the kitchen. There was the sound of pans clanging and a distinct sound of something frying. A short while later, Melina returned from the kitchen with a tray with three plates on it. She distributed the plates; there was buttered toast, scrambled eggs, and as she had promised and some kind of diced meat in a cream sauce sprinkled generously with cracked pepper. I took a forkful of the eggs and watched as everybody else took some of the eggs too. Then we each took a bite of the toast. Finally, Arline broke the ice. She took a generous forkful of the meat and placed it into her mouth. Melina and I watched in silence. Arline chewed and chewed. Finally, she swallowed, with an audible gulp. "Not... bad." she said, sounding somewhat nauseated. "It's a little tough in spots, but definitely not bad with the pepper." Then it was Melina's turn. She took a forkful. "There appear to be four distinct types of meat." She said, chewing slowly. "One is very tender, the other three are very tough, but they're all quite... uh... different." Then it was my turn. "Uh... Nice day out." I responded. Arline gave me one of her looks. "We're going to have to destroy all of the evidence," she reminded me, "Don't make me have to tell you again." She said. "Do you want Melina to put some excrement into it?" We all laughed. I took a small forkful and chewed. "The head tastes best." I said. "Maybe a little like sausage." We all finished our breakfasts, including the meat. I couldn't help feeling a little ghoulish about eating it. In that we all appeared a little nauseated; I couldn't resist the urge. I asked Melina if there were seconds. When Melina replied affirmatively, Arline and I looked a little sick. Then she said "More of the eggs, that is." Everybody laughed again. Slowly the shock of the prior day's events wore off and life returned to normal at the house. (That is to say normal for our house.) However, we all had nightmares for weeks afterwards, especially Arline. Arline required a great deal of maintenance from us not to mention lots of TLC. I would empty her bedpan which Arline required several times a day, grateful to not be required to consume its contents. Her stools were loose and were followed by bleeding from her rectum for a while following each shit, but we could tell she was getting better because the bleeding tapered off as time went on. Shitting wasn't comfortable for Arline. Whenever she took a shit, she'd scream, "That fucking bastard, I wish I'd strangled him instead of just shooting him." Or "We should have cut his genitals off before I killed him." Sometimes I'd hug her when she shit because she'd tremble so, and I didn't like seeing her in pain. Afterward, I'd run my fingers through her hair, kiss her on the lips and pet her affectionately until the worst of the pain was passed. Melina was surprised that I could show so much affection towards Arline after being tormented by her so many times. I told her that I felt Arline needed some slack in order to recover from the traumatic events of that day. That I was only acting therapeutically to provide a healthy environment. The truth was, I loved Arline and a part of my soul got burned out when the guy with the gun tortured her, I felt I might never recover. My love for Melina was becoming stronger all the time, but it was also becoming more platonic by the day. Arline was holding my heart. Arline's other injuries also took care. I placed and removed bandages and antibiotics on her wounds and slowly, they got better. In the end, however, they left nasty scars on her breast and buttock and Arline never wore a bikini again. After she was tortured Arline felt she had gotten somewhat cooked inside. As a result, she did not wish for me to have straight sex with her for fear that I might dislodge something. Arline would never consider giving me oral sex; even intercourse using the missionary method was beneath her dignity. She only considered doing it in cases of extreme emergency, or if she felt like it. In retrospect I realize that I had very few sessions with her during which I actually achieved an orgasm, and then only external to her body. Arline was unnaturally afraid of sperm. That's kind of an unusual trait for a nymphomaniac. I wondered how she came to have Melina. Even when she masturbated me, which was almost never, she would remove her hand before I ejaculated, much to my frustration. Just because Arline was infirmed, didn't mean she didn't get horny from time to time, in fact often. The injuries she had received did not impede her nymphomaniac nature at all. Often, Arline would call me to her room and wave the switch, beckoning me to lie down next to her where she could reach me. I would lay down next to her, cuddly like and she would beat me with the lash repeatedly until her arm got tired. Then she would spread her legs apart and say "Do me." I would lie between her legs, stick my tongue in her love nest and do my thing, gently cleansing the entire area and stimulating the areas she liked done. We had been intimate together for quite some time and I was skilled at pleasing her. I loved tasting what I called my favorite flavor, which got better the deeper I went. I'd start by massaging her breasts, then cleansing her outer lips rinsing her hair trying to straighten them out as best I could. Then I'd work on cleansing her inner lips, outside and then inside, gently stimulating them with my tongue being careful not to over stimulate them. From there, I'd stick my tongue inside and begin removing the slimy fluids, which were my favorite part, all the while kneading her breasts. Then I would pull her outer lips apart with my hands allowing me even deeper access to the farthest reaches of her honey hole. Soon, Arlene would moan and move her hips, rocking back and forth. That would be my cue to begin darting my tongue along the front of her vagina going from as far back as I could go, attempting to lick her cervix, running along her g-spot, to her clitoris, which used to swell up significantly, both in width and length, and then go back inside. At that point, she would be pushing her pelvis into my face, and squeaking. If I didn't suck the fluids out at that point, they would start dripping. Arline would get angry if her sheets were wet afterward, so I had to be careful not to spill. I didn't mind doing that at all. Soon she would be squeaking, then "ohh, ohh, ohhing." Then she would start making that long, loud "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound which meant that she was enjoying herself. This would go on for as long as Arline could maintain it, and Arline could maintain it for a long time. I made the mistake of stopping once before she was done, and was very, very sorry. After that, no matter how tired I got, no matter how cramped my tongue, lips or jaw got, no matter how long she took, I never stopped until she either finished or pushed me away. Usually it was the latter. End Part 23/56 Continued in part 24/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 24/56 Summary: Our heros try to run the business themselves. Keywords: b,g Arline Gives Us The Business. After the hot poker injured her, Arline was bedridden for weeks. During that time, Melina and I needed to run the family business. At first, Melina said she needed a vacation, so we decided that we would let Melina manage the business and let me service the clients, but almost immediately, business slacked off. Without Melina, nobody was that excited by me no matter what service I offered. But with Melina working the business, clients seemed more interested, even the gay clients. For some reason having a naked pubescent female available to feast their eyes upon made people more excited, even if they were only going to play with me. (Imagine that.) Melina said she understood, and went back to work. It turned out that a majority of business was for her anyway, and besides she commanded a higher price for men than I did. Even though I got more money for doing women, there were not as many female customers for me as there were male customers for Melina. This was fortunate because I could only satisfy so many women a day anyhow. Arline would phone around and drum up customers, and then Melina and I would service them. Since Arline was unable to tie us up in her trademarked manner, Melina and I got to run around free. Unless, that is, when the customer specifically asked for one of us to be tied up. In that case, whoever was to be free would tie the other one of us up. Melina and I discovered a secret knot that would allow us to free ourselves if need be. That way if whoever was free also wound up being tied up, by a client for example, we could escape in case they left both of us tied up when they left. That happened several times. People thought it was funny to leave us that way. It never occurred to them that we all might starve to death if left that way. Several times, when I thought I was being treated unfairly, I considered using the escape. I was able however, to resist the temptation to free myself and then slam a bookend into the client's head beating him or her senseless or dead. End Part 24/56 Continued in part 25/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 25/56 Summary: Melina does some excellent research. She puts what she learns to practice. Keywords:g,M/g,anal,oral Practice Makes Perfect. Over the course of time, Melina and I found that the internet was a great source of information on sexuality and lovemaking of all kinds. We read a great deal on the subject and during the months of practice, we became experts on it. Soon we could please just about anybody in any manner the person wanted, providing any service they wished. Unlike most professionals in just about every endeavor of life, regardless of what we were doing, Melina and I derived tremendous gratification from pleasing our customers. I guess it might have had something to do with Arline never being satisfied with anything we did. Besides, Pleasing customers was our business. Having a customer thank us after doing a thorough job was more satisfying than getting paid for doing it. Actually we never got any of the money anyway. Gratitude was also more important to us than achieving some orgasm we might or might not have gotten out of doing it. Not that fucking with strangers is much of a turn on anyway. Our customers were grateful, but not considerate in that matter. Once they were done, ready or not, the ride was over. We loved happy customers. One thing Arline didn't make Melina and me do, was rush. We were therefore able to do the best jobs we could, and take pride on our work. (At least as much as one could take pride in fucking people for money.) I was given to understand by some of our regular customers that other whorehouses did not believe in this. The prostitutes at other massage parlors were expected to get patrons in and out as fast as they could and therefore they were not motivated to do a thorough or satisfying job. As a result, our business grew rapidly, both by word of mouth (Literally.) and with many repeat customers. Arline might not have been the best parent, but she had a good head (Literally) for business, and cared for our fledgling business well. A Good Head For Business. Melina had found that one of the secrets to giving a great blowjob was proper foreplay. She knew that women liked foreplay, but found out that men appreciated it too. The first thing she did was to take control of the situation. Before she ever began sucking on someone's dick she would stimulate him until he was fully aroused. This made it easier on her mouth and tongue and such. Not that she had any objection to working hard with her mouth, tongue, lips and jaw to satisfy patrons. Melina was a conscientious worker and satisfying Arline's clients was more important to her than it was, even to Arline, because Melina thought it made the experience more rewarding for the customers. Melina smiled at the customer warmly to make him feel comfortable, she took a rubber band and tied her hair into a ponytail behind her head. "Why'd you do that? I won't come on it, I love your hair." The customer said. "I did that so you can watch me." Melina replied still smiling warmly. "Most men are curious, and find it a turn on to watch. And don't worry, you probably won't get to come on it. But do you want me to let it down again?" The client motioned a somewhat ambivalent "no." Melina had the man stand in front of the mirror and she began working on him. First, she kissed him starting at his mouth and worked her way slowly down to his testicles. By the time she reached his balls, the man had a nice erection. She gently stroked him on the perineum (between his balls and his rectum). She continued this for a few minutes during which the man moaned in pleasure. She was kneeling on the floor in front of the patron with her legs apart. The man watched in the mirror as her delicate labia played peek-a-boo and her lovely ass began bobbing up and down. Melina continued warming the guy up by selecting various points along the shaft and squeezing then releasing opposite sides of his shaft at these points. She placed some oil on her hands and rubbed the man's penis between both palms, as if she were rolling clay to create a snake. Then she gripped his penis in one hand and using the palm of your other hand, slowly and gently massaged the head, changing directions every so often. This proved to be too intense for the man and he began to withdraw. So she lightly grasped the end of his penis behind the head and stroked it all the way from the front to the back, then, she immediately did the same thing using her other hand so that it felt like he was entering a long continuous vagina. Soon, the man's scrotum had shrunk and his muscles were pulling his balls toward his body. His penis was rigid and he was reflexively pulling it up with his muscles. Melina knew this meant that he was about to come. She knew the man wanted a blowjob and not a hand job. Since she didn't want him to be dissatisfied, she stopped rubbing and began blowing on his penis to allow him to "cool off" for a while. "Why did you stop?" The customer asked, dismayed. "I didn't want you to come too soon. It will be much better now that we are taking this small break. I'll get you hot again, and then we'll get you where you want to go in due time." She smiled warmly at him again when she said that. "But I was about to come" he said. "I haven't even started your blowjob yet. Don't worry, you'll come in spades when I finish. Believe me, it will be much stronger now that we've had this cooling off period," answered Melina. The guy's penis was now drooping somewhat, so Melina continued her work. She pulled his skin down with one hand and twisted on the head of his penis somewhat coarsely with the other hand, as if she was trying to open a doorknob, for a while. Then she moved one hand to his testicles and began squeezing them, while her other hand began pumping up and down on the shaft of his dick. "Why are you hurting me?" He asked. "I'm sorry, most guys like it when I'm a little rough. Am I being too rough?" "I guess not." The client responded. The patron was now fully erect again. Melina grasped him at the base of his penis and drew her hand to the top. Before releasing it, she moved her other hand in place at the bottom and moved it up. This time it was as if he was leaving an unending pussy. Because he'd started getting hot again, she began rubbing only his shaft and allowed the dick head to cool off briefly. She formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger and ran it slowly up and down his shaft when his erection had reduced somewhat. She asked him to tell her where it felt the best. When he responded she began paying special attention to that spot, rubbing him, pinching, squeezing and then licking the spot. She began kissing him with her lips up and down his shaft. Then she put her hand on his balls and began squeezing again while licking him lightly on the sensitive spot at the bottom of his penis (at the point where the dick head meets the shaft.) He began moaning in ecstasy as she did this. Next, she moved down and began licking his testicles for a while. She held his balls up with one hand while squeezing them gently and started licking him on the perineum. The man groaned approvingly. At this point, she began the blowjob proper, sticking just the tip of his dick head in her lips rolling her tongue around the hole. She continued by gripping the shaft of his cock with her hand tightly, and rubbing it back and forth. Next, she stuck the entire head of his dick in her mouth and began rubbing it with her tongue, paying particular attention to the place at the bottom of his dick where the head meets up with the shaft. While doing that, she pulled the skin around the shaft toward the base of his cock roughly and wrapped her thumb and index fingers tightly around the base. Once again, the man began to get too hot drawing his testicles and jerking his dick in an upward motion. Melina stopped touching his head and instead placed her lips further down on his shaft. She began stroking slowly, moving farther and farther down on the shaft. The change of pace allowed him to cool off again and soon she could feel the shaft getting limp. The client complained again, this time pointing out that she was actually giving him a blowjob now. Melina stopped and said, "Be patient, trust me, I'm a professional; you'll be really glad I did this." Then she went back to work. She stuck his dick back in her mouth and began stroking him while pressing on him with her tongue from underneath forcing his dick onto the ridged area at the roof of her mouth. This rapidly made him hard again and once again, he began moaning. To enhance stimulation, Melina had found it useful to hum when she gave felatio so she began saying "Mmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmm." this gave the customer the sense that she appreciated him, which was a mental turn on, while delivering vibration on his cock, which was a physical turn on, both good things to do during a blowjob. The man kept coming close to orgasm as she kept working on him, so from time to time she would stop and make circular motions with her tongue. His dick would wind up going all over the place in her mouth, and the erratic motion would give him a chance to cool off without losing his hard-on. She returned to massaging his penis with her lips and began gradually increasing the pace of her stroking while allowing his dick to enter farther and farther into her mouth. At that point, she began to extend her tongue outward and flattening the back of it as if she were saying "Ahhh" thereby forcing her throat open. Slowly she allowed his dick to enter her throat until she had his entire member in her mouth. Melina had developed her expertise for doing this by placing all sorts of long round things, candy canes, dildos and such, deeply into her mouth until finally she was able to accept just about anything of any reasonable length and girth without gagging. She probably could have become a sword swallower by the time she was done with the training. She cupped his balls in her hands while she was deep throating him, and he began moaning again. Realizing that he was about to come again she stopped again briefly and put some saliva on the fingers of one of her hands. Before he could complain again, she stuffed his dick back into her mouth and down her throat again and resumed stroking his dick while sticking the tip of her now moistened finger into his anus. At first he tensed up and tightened his sphincter muscles, his penis became a little flaccid so she held her position there. Then he began to relax the muscles so she began making little circles with her finger and moving it in and out. She began reaching deeper and deeper, slowly; bit by bit until eventually, she felt the lump, which was his prostate gland. She began gently poking the gland all the while moving her mouth up and down his dick with the tip of her tongue out and his dick squished between the middle of her tongue and the roof of her mouth and throat. On the down stroke, she would lick his balls just for an added kick. The man began moaning loudly and jerking up and down and Melina, satisfied that she had done a thorough job took her free hand and massaged his balls gently. She gave him one last stroke forcing his penis as far down her throat as he could go. The customer said "Ohhhhhhhhh," loudly and Melina made a series of swallowing motions while the entire penis was inside her throat. With that, he came deep inside Melina who promptly swallowed his protein shake. Melina placed suction on his penis evacuating the remainder of his load. She looked up at the guy smiling lovingly. "Told you, you wouldn't get to come in my hair." His mouth was wide open and he just stood there motionless for a while. "You okay?" She asked in jest. "Oh, my God. Thank you." He said. "This was better than the first time I jerked off. You are a goddess. Can we do this again? I'll pay you double." He said. "You know a magician never performs the same trick twice in a row. Come back tomorrow and we'll see what we can do about It." Melina said smiling. "If you really loved it, we take tips," she said pointing to a clear jar with some bills in it. Arline had introduced the bottle to garner extra revenue from the customers. We never got to keep any of it. We never got anything at all from her. The man shook Melina's hand, and then he took a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and dropped it in the jar. "They don't pay me enough to do this job," Melina thought to herself shaking her head. End Part 25/56 Continued in part 26/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 26/56 Summary: Our hero takes care of business too. Keywords: Fb,oral,piv Satisfying The Customers. I also learned a few tricks on the internet. These were helpful in warming clients up in order to bring about a more powerful and satisfying orgasm. Needless to say, these tricks made my tricks' experiences more rewarding and kept them clamoring back for more. Before starting to play with women, I made them comfortable by involving them in light dialogue. I geared all of the conversation to them. "How do you like the weather lately?" "How has your day been?" "What did you do today?" I gave them the feeling that at that moment, they were the most important thing to me. It was an act when I first began doing it but, I found that I enjoyed talking to women and learning about them. It became easy for me to engage women and find out about them. Eventually it was no longer an act. Women were interesting, and I was able to draw their best qualities out of them. My current client said she was married and had three children. She became apprehensive when she realized she had accidently let that fact slip. "I never do this," she said. "If my husband finds out what I'm doing, he'll divorce me in a heartbeat. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "He's a terrible lover. He never satisfies me. You've already gotten me hotter than he ever bothers to do. You won't tell him will you?" "Your secret's safe with me," I said. "Do you want me to ejaculate inside of you today?" I asked. I always ask that. As inappropriate as asking that sounds, I had learned that some women look forward to it as their juicy reward at the culmination of the encounter, while others find it a disgusting turn off when someone "shoots scum" inside them "Go ahead, I'm on the pill." She answered. Naturally, I preferred being able to come inside the women. Their muscles massaged me when I climaxed and it was, of course, not as much fun when I didn't, but I respected their wishes. Besides, one can only do that so many times in a day, anyhow. I asked her about the kind of lover she fantasized about. Whatever a woman said, I would try to play along. If for example they said pirates, I'd answer "Shiver me timbers, matey. Me crew hasn't seen a woman in a month. This plunder's going to make them all very happy, till we make you walk the plank" in a gruff voice. If they said cowboys, I'd respond in my best Texas accent. "Yaaa hoooo, I just got paid and I'm ready to take a ride in the saddle." This woman said she thought that the threat of sexual assault might be a turn on for her. I noticed that she appeared to be embarrassed by the confession, because her face turned red. I said, "Don't be embarrassed, you'd be surprised how many women have that fantasy." I wrapped my hands around her neck and said, "Take your clothes off bitch and don't you dare scream" in a loud threatening manner. Because she didn't respond quickly, I began to squeeze on her neck. I didn't do it brutally hard, but I did it hard enough to reinforce her fantasy. Normally I never hurt a client, and tend to start more slowly and gently than this, but it kind of spoils the fantasy if the rapist is too kind, gentle and considerate. This client seemed to be responding positively to the procedure. I started kissing her on the mouth, forcefully inserting my tongue inside. I reached over and grabbed one of her breasts, pinching her nipple until she became alarmed. The woman then began to object to my aggressiveness. I immediately eased up on the pinching, and said "Shut up you nympho. You wanted this. I could tell by the way you flaunt your body, wearing those tight jeans, that slutty blouse with your pointy nipples showing through. I know this is what you've been asking for. Besides, it's too late to object. Just lie back and enjoy it, bitch. Oh and if you try to scream, I'll choke you till the noise stops coming out." Knowing that I am taking control of the session actually puts women at ease. It means that they can enjoy themselves free of entanglements and the threat of romance. I relaxed the pinching on her breast, to let her know that I was sensitive to her desires. It means she can rely on me not to run roughshod over her imagination or exceed her pain threshold. I said. "Now take off your clothes, bitch, or I'll kill you, strip you and fuck you after you're dead. Doesn't matter to me, I'll still have my way with you, after your body starts getting cold." I squeezed her neck again slightly to suggest that I was serious, and to add some more window dressing to the facade. The woman began removing her clothes. She removed her blouse and her bra first. I began to bite her nipples somewhat hard and she moaned in discomfort. I decided that I probably wasn't using too much force for her, because she wasn't complaining, trying to pull her breast out or push me away. The woman began taking off her jeans. She undid her belt, but before she finished opening the button, I reached inside her pants and roughly stuck two fingers into her vagina. She was startled by that but she continued unzipping the jeans and pulling her pants down. Normally I don't rush to enter a woman's vagina. But when a woman wants a rape fantasy, I want it to seem realistic. At that point, one hand was inside her genitals, and the other was squeezing her throat. Arline always insisted that I keep my fingernails well trimmed and use hand cream frequently to avoid hurting women when I go inside. I pulled her pants down to her knees, then I began firmly rubbing her clitoris. I figure that when a woman wants a rape fantasy, It's okay to be a little rough, but she won't have much fun if she isn't properly lubricated. Soon she was moaning lightly and had gotten somewhat moist. I continued to rub her clit for a while until my fingers became moist enough to go deeper without hurting her. I had to feel around a bit to find it, but I knew I had found her G-spot when she started moaning louder and began pushing back on me. I then began pressing on the G-spot as if it was a button. (Actually, it really is like a button because when you press on it, it turns the woman on (So to speak.) and she gets hot. In more ways than one.) "Don't get any ideas; I can still kill you any time I want to." I reminded her. With that, I pulled her jeans off one of her legs with my foot. I left the other leg still wrapped up, with her pants dangling off the bed. Then I said, "Spread your legs wider you fuckin' slut." I moved my head down to her muff and started drinking in her juices and stimulating the area around her clitoris with my tongue, while still massaging her G-spot. Then I moved my tongue onto her clitoris. The woman's moaning became louder, and soon she became dripping wet. I love this stage in those women who reach it. Not all women reach that stage no matter how hard I try. My guess is that they're too inhibited to do it. I continued sucking on her as if she was a bowl of soup, all the while massaging her clitoris and pushing her G-spot synchronously. Women find it exciting to have me appreciate their juices. Many men refuse to "give face," but I believe that it makes women feel wanted when I do it. They're therefore more inclined to cut loose and have a "full-throated" orgasm. I encourage women to get moist, squirt if possible. When I feel a woman is embarrassed about releasing fluids, I make efforts to cue them verbally that they are turning me on. I make "Mmmmmm" sounds to let them know I like it and that I want them to do more of it. Making approving noises also gives them a vibrator effect, which many find stimulating. I believe that most women can reach the pinnacle of uninhibited, full-throated, screaming, squirting orgasm, and I never stop trying to bring them there, until they either reach that stage, or ask me to stop. When I am unsuccessful, am disappointed. It's sad to think that some women have sex with men all of their lives, but never really get to enjoy it or reach climax, except with me. Obviously, this woman was capable. "Shut up," I said. I slapped her hard on the ass to stress what I said. Then I climbed aboard. The woman was easily penetrated after having made her fully moistened with her natural juices and my saliva. I placed my hands on her breasts, squeezed them roughly while digging inside her with my penis. To continue with the masquerade, I put my full weight on her body knowing that I was light enough for any woman to support without impeding her breathing. Normally I support my weight on my elbows and knees, but this was a rape fantasy and I needed to intimidate her somewhat. I began pounding my pelvis into hers, pumping her hard. I shifted my position on her body towards her head a little so that I could force my penis onto the upper area of her vagina (towards her belly button) where the most sensitive parts are. When she resumed moaning again, I began increasing the speed of my driving. Soon she was moaning loudly and I could tell by the way she was rocking and pulling on my penis with her vaginal muscles that she was beginning to reach climax. At that point, I put my hands back on her throat and began to squeeze, not so hard as to stop her breathing, but hard enough to impair it. I could hear her wheezing while she was moaning. When I squeezed, she progressed rapidly to an extremely loud, though muted, "Oh, oh, ohing" and she became very moist inside. Her juices were running over, onto my legs. I knew we were going to have to change the sheets after this. I continued stroking her forcibly and swiftly, squeezing her neck and pounding away for as long as I could. (That was quite a while.) Finally, I began to tingle deep inside. I thought about spring and watching the tractors plowing the fields, and about my father and how I missed him, and about my mother and how I was probably never going to see either of them again. Anything to take my mind off my penis. I wanted the session to last as long as possible so that my customer was as satisfied as she could be. When I could resist no longer, I ejaculated deep inside her. She acknowledged me with series of long, loud "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs," as I pumped burst after burst of hot fluid into her. When I let my hands go, she was completely out of breath and had tears in her eyes. She continued breathing heavily for another few minutes or so. I particularly like the fluids produced by women who squirt, so I asked her if it would be okay to "clean her off." She said it seemed a little strange to her but that it would be okay and I started sucking on the outside of her vagina swallowing the gravy. Mostly, I find the drink delicious but this time I could detect the taste of my own sperm, and though I didn't particularly like that taste, I was used to it by now and swallowed all the juice she had to offer. This resulted in an "Mmmmmmmmmm" response from her. I always echo this back to women, to show them that I appreciate their flavor, and don't consider them dirty, unsanitary or contaminated. "That was wonderful," she said. "I'll be back for more soon." "If you really liked it, we take tips." I said pointing to a clear jar with some bills in it. Arline had introduced the bottle to derive extra revenue from the customers. We never got to keep any of it. We never got anything from her at all. The woman kissed me passionately on the lips, and then she took a fifty-dollar bill out of her purse and dropped it in the jar. "It's great to be appreciated," I thought to myself. End Part 26/56 Continued in part 27/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 27/56 Summary: An event causes our crew to have nightmares. Keywords: g,Mg,bd,sad,viol,va,oral,piv We Have A Hot Time. There was always, at the back of my mind, the fear that without Arline to keep an eye on us, something bad might happen that we couldn't handle. One day, a new client came in and tied Melina up. He was obviously skilled at bondage. He bound Melina stoutly to her bed face up, spread eagle, naked of course. I was already tied up the same way, and when the man inspected my bonds, he found the loop which Melina had left which would allow me to break free if I needed to. He stuck the free end of the rope through the loop. He started petting the fur like patch of hair over Melina's snatch. The soft, gentle rubbing over her twat was enjoyable for Melina and she gave him approving moans and sighs. Melina said "Mmmmmm" to encourage him to continue with the petting. That didn't happen. When the guy heard Melina enjoying herself, his face changed and he began pulling the hairs out. Melina's tone changed from appreciation to disapproval in an instant. This went on for a while, but eventually he stopped plucking the hairs out and began petting Melina's vagina again. Soon Melina was saying "Mmmmmm" again to reinforce his gentle treatment. With that, the man brought is face down onto Melina's genitals. Melina thought he was going to lick her and her positive sounds became louder. Instead, the guy bit her really hard on her labia and she screamed and shook violently. The man eventually released Melina's labia from his teeth. He next began to lick her clitoris. The gentleman was doing a really effective job of pleasantly stimulating Melina and after a while she unwittingly began moaning again. This time he pulled both her labia apart, severely, stretching them out beyond tolerance and bit down vigorously on her clitoris. Melina began screaming again and trying to wiggle out of the way, but the guy had her painstakingly bound, and wedged tightly in his teeth and hands. He seemed to be biting down with all his might. At that point, I'd seen enough. I pulled on the secret knot to escape and run to Melina's aid, but the man had disabled it, I could not get myself free. I strained on the bonds but they were just too tight. (Except for the secret knot, Melina had done a thorough job of tying me up) and now the secret knot was disabled so I could not escape. Next, the guy moved his tongue around the inside of Melina's pussy. It must have felt fantastic, because I could see Melina's body arching in response, but Melina resisted the urge to verbally encourage him. The man was obviously quite skilled at pleasing women because even though Melina knew better now, eventually she could no longer resist the man and she began breathing heavily and squeaking. The man stopped licking Melina and said "You fucking slut, I'm going to bite your nipple off now. Don't worry; you won't need it where you're going." With that, he brought his mouth up to Melina's breast and bit down harshly. Melina squealed and shook so hard the bed began to sway back and forth. Then he stopped and when he removed his mouth, her nipple was still intact. It had the impression of his teeth on it and she was in pain, but thankfully, the nipple was still where it belonged. "I don't like that cut of meat anyway," he said caustically. The man stuck his fingers into Melina's love nest. Apparently satisfied, he removed his pants, lay down on top of Melina and stuck his penis into Melina's open hole. The man obviously knew what he was doing there too. Within minutes despite Melina's best efforts to avoid encouraging him she began squeaking and then "Ohh, ohh, ohhing" then "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing." At each stage he said something disparaging to her. "Wench, you're a little wanton slut, aren't you. " "You like this, don't you, you nympho." And "Yeah, you like this you vamp , you hussy, come on, sing for me. Admit it, you like it, you harlot." And finally "You're not going to corrupt anybody else ever again, Jezebel. Your days of depravity are over." Following that statement, Melina stopped moaning and stiffened up. He got my attention too. We both began straining on our ropes trying to get free. Melina straining against her bonds beneath him, turned him on and he climaxed. "Filthy perverts." He yelled, while putting his pants on. Then he pulled out a cross and a bible he was carrying in his pocket and held them up smiling. "By all rights a woman like you should be tied to a post and stoned by all the townspeople, I'm going to have to exorcise you myself. I'm going to purify you by fire. I'm sending you straight to hell where you belong." With that, he removed a large can of lighter fluid from his pocket and began spraying the rug, walls and curtains with it. Then he took out a cigarette lighter from his pocket lit the walls up and left. We heard the front door slam. The flames spread rapidly from wall to wall to curtain and rug. In no time, the room was ablaze. When the man began spraying lighter fluid on the walls, Melina and I began screaming for Arline. We figured we were goners because Arline was still laid up with her injuries and we didn't expect her to be able to help us. To our surprise and relief, she came limping in. When she saw the flames, she paused and her eyes got wide for a second. Then Arline walked right through the flames on the rug, and into the closet. She pulled out a fire extinguisher and hurriedly began putting out the flames. It wasn't long before the fire was out. The room was full of smoke and we were having difficulty breathing, but we were unharmed. Arline untied my ropes and left, headed for her bedroom. I untied Melina's ropes and we left the room. I went into Arline's room and there she was on the bed, passed out. The incident had obviously taken its toll on her constitution. I had to admire Arline's bravery and stalwart tenacity. If it hadn't been for her, we all would not be alive today. I guess I owe her my life for that. When I went into the parlor later, I was encouraged to find that other than the smell of smoke and lighter fluid, some blackening of the walls and the destruction of the curtains and rug, overall, the room was in satisfactory shape. The next day, Melina drove me to the hardware store and we bought some paint, rollers, a brush and some deodorizer. Fortunately, the cops didn't catch us on the road or we would have had quite a problem explaining ourselves. Then, Melina and I painted the walls and ceilings and removed the burned curtains and rug. The paint covered all of the blackened areas of the walls and quite a bit of the smoke smell. When we were finished, the room looked good as new. When we changed the sheets, more of the smoke smell went with them, the deodorizer finished the job, and most of the effects of the horrible events of that day were gone, except for the memory. We all had nightmares for weeks afterward. Neither Melina nor I knew how to sew curtains, so we didn't replace them. We were worried that some customers might be put off by the lack of privacy the missing curtains caused. We figured that if someone was concerned we would tell him to look out the windows. All they would see though them, was the cornfield. End Part 27/56 Continued in part 28/56