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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 03/04
Summary: Two eleven year old children are used abused, dominated and prostituted by their wicked stepmother/mother. This is a dark, erotic, sometimes humorous, tragedy, encompassing a cornucopia of adult themes. In it one can find almost every type of sexual practice (normal and alternate. Except MF)
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Let's Do Lunch. (Part 1)
A man called and asked if it would be okay to have
someone cut off his penis and testicles and then serve
it to him for lunch. He said he was tired of being a
man and was thinking of getting a sex change operation
anyway. Arline Okayed it and the next day the man came
over.
He was an immense man, muscular, about six feet
plus tall. Melina brought the man over to a cutting
board on the kitchen table where she had laid out a
thirteen-inch kitchen knife. The knife was an
impressive looking blade made by a famous manufacturer
who only made professional chef knives.
Melina was assuming that the man just wanted to
experience a castration fantasy "So," said Melina
smiling, "how shall we prepare it?"
"I hadn't thought about it," said the man somewhat
disturbed. "What do you think?"
"I think it would go just great a white sauce,
with cracked black pepper," said Melina (She would
know.)
"Will it hurt?" The man asked.
Melina answered, "I'm sure that once we cut it
off, frying it will be painless"
"But what about cutting it off, won't that hurt?
The man asked.
"We'll cut just a little off at a time to minimize
the pain, said Melina wearing a big "dumb blonde" smile
and blinking. "Ha ha ha ha."
"But won't that hurt so many more times?" The man
asked.
"I'm only joking." Melina said. "Nobody's ever
had me do this before," Melina replied. "But you're
probably right." She admitted.
Melina reached over, opened the man's pants let
them drop to the floor. The man's organ was
unbelievably huge. It was more than eight inches long
and an inch and a half thick. It stood out like a
polish sausage, on top of a hairy grapefruit.
"Well," said Melina, "I can see there's going to
be leftovers." She reached over and grabbed the knife.
The man began trembling. Next Melina reached over and
grabbed his giant penis. "It'll be a shame to waste
this fine specimen, but if you're really that hungry."
She pulled it over to the cutting board, and held
the knife near the base of his penis, suggesting that
she was ready to cut it off. The man ejaculated all
over the cutting board.
"Great," said Melina. "Makes its own gravy." She
said smiling. The man looked embarrassed. He pulled
up his pants replaced his penis and left.
"I'll be back tomorrow for this" he said.
The following day, the man was back. His penis
had formed a tent in his pants. Melina said "Okay, You
ready to go through with it?"
"Yeah" said the man. Melina took the man to the
kitchen and removed the cutting board and the knife.
Melina sharpened the blade slowly as the man sat at the
table watching. His eyes never left the blade. Melina
sharpened the blade again and again, holding it in
front of his eyes.
Melina had him stand up, she opened his pants
and they fell to the floor. His erection seemed even
larger than it had been the day before. Melina grabbed
the man's johnson and placed it on the cutting board.
The man began shaking again. Melina expected the man
to cum, but he didn't. She grabbed the knife and held
the blade directly on top of his dick. This time she
made a slicing motion with the knife but didn't let it
actually contact his cock. It was convincing enough
though, the man shot his wad, and left.
The next day the man was back. "We really have to
do it today." He said sadly.
"Of course," said Melina smiling.
The man didn't smile back. "No, this time we have
to do it for real." He said.
The smile on Melina's face melted like a popsicle
in the sun. "Are you serious?" She asked, "Why do
you want to do this terrible thing to such beautiful
genitals? Surely you're not dissatisfied with them?"
The man started crying and said, "I'm in trouble
with my boss. He's a mobster, and I made the mistake
of getting caught with his girlfriend. He said he
couldn't trust me to guard her anymore, and so he gave
me a choice, do this by tomorrow, or wind up floating
in the river.
Melina was horrified. Up until now, she'd assumed
that the episodes were just play acting. She thought
that the man wanted to experience a castration fantasy,
(not an uncommon theme.) "Can't you leave town." She
asked.
"He's too well connected. He'll look for me, and
he'll find me, anywhere I go. No place in the world
will be safe from him. Trust me, this is my only
option. Besides, I don't know anywhere else to go."
Melina looked up sadly at the man's enormous face
filled with tears. "What about having a doctor do it?"
she asked.
"He said no. No pain relievers, no drugs and no
doctors. He wants me to suffer and to report the
experience to him when it's done," said the man.
Thinking of Arline, Melina said "Maybe you'd
better pay me first." The man handed her two hundred
dollars. Melina was embarrassed to take the money,
but she didn't want to risk having to tell Arline
she had forgotten to get paid. She knew Arline would
take it out on me and she didn't want to risk that.
By now Melina had tears in her eyes, Melina took
the man's colossal penis deep into her mouth. This
wasn't easy. She could barely fit the monster inside.
If this was going to be his last blowjob though, she
was going to give him the best blowjob of his life. It
was going to be the best blowjob she knew how to give.
(She was excellent at it by now).
Melina firmed her lips around the shaft of his
immense penis. She put her tongue on his head. She
began pumping up and down using her neck muscles and
keeping her jaw firm in order to apply as much vacuum
as possible to his stupendous dick when she pulled her
head up. She fondled his massive balls gently in her
hands, rubbing them softly and expertly. As she
worked, she began to hum "The Valkyrie" loudly so that
he could hear her and feel the vibrations inside.
The man came and Melina sucked him dry and
swallowed. She continued to suck on it some more.
This experience was going to have to last this man for
the rest of his life, she thought. It was taking a
while for the man to reach climax again, but Melina was
patient. She worked hard, her tongue and jaw got
tired. Eventually the man achieved another orgasm, and
she swallowed.
Without letting the man recover, she started
sucking again. By this time, she was cramping up
terribly on the giant dick, but she didn't let that
stop the process. She continued working the man
repeatedly and he began climaxing for a third time.
When she finally tasted his discharge for the third
time, she swallowed and then pulled the knife sharply
across his organs, neatly severing them.
The man said "Oohh yeahhh, ohhh yeahhh, ohhhh
yeahhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh... O H , Y O U F U C
K I N G B I T C H ! ! !"
The man began screaming loudly. He turned white,
began gasping, and shaking all over. He was bleeding
profusely and pissing everywhere. Melina stood up with
his dick stuck in her mouth and could only dislodge it
by pulling on his balls, which were still attached to
it. She ran across the kitchen screaming, got a roll
of paper towels and began trying to staunch the flow of
blood.
The man was still screaming minutes later. "I'm
sorry, I'm sorry," she said repeatedly. Melina hugged
the man and patted him on the back trying to soothe
him. They began to run out of paper towels, so Melina
told the man to put pressure on the laceration, and ran
and got a pack of sanitary napkins. Eventually the
bleeding slowed, and then it stopped. Melina asked if
the man thought he should go to a hospital. He shook
his head no. "But you've lost a lot of blood." She
suggested.
"That ain't nothing." The man said. "It's mostly
piss anyway." He said forcing a smile.
"What about these?" She asked pointing to the
forsaken pieces of meat.
"What are you doing for lunch?" he asked
sarcastically.
"As incredible as it sounds; I just had that,
for breakfast," answered Melina.
Melina chopped up the meat, and then she heated
some butter in the frying pan and braised the meat,
making it nice and brown on the outside. She added
some flour and browned that too then added some milk
producing a white sauce. To this, she added salt and
pepper, and some peas and carrots. (If you'd like,
I'll give you the recipe.) She made some toast, and
then Melina divided most of the entree between two
plates and served herself and the man.
Melina did not eat very much; she did taste the
product but was no more impressed than she had been
that other morning. She decided she had eaten her
minimum requirement for the month and left most of the
food for him to eat, which he did, gagging all the
while. We could hear him all the way in the parlor.
"So," said Melina, "what are you going to tell
your boss about how it felt?"
"It felt like someone yanked really hard on my
dick while stepping on my balls. What do you think it
felt like?" The man answered angrily. He started
crying again.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that, I'm
sorry. I don't have those organs. I guess that was
terribly insensitive of me, I'm sorry." Said Melina.
"Well it hurt." He said. "It still hurts now,
but not as bad." The man replied.
"I'm sorry," said Melina sincerely.
"It's not your fault. In my next life I'll be
more careful where I stick my uh... nose."
The man eventually left taking a "doggy bag" with
him. He walked slowly with his legs spread wide apart
like a cowboy who had been in the saddle too long.
"Thank you" he said to Melina earnestly.
Melina came into the bedroom and joined us. She
was covered with piss and blood; she looked depressed.
"You okay?" Arline asked.
"Guess I made out better than he did." She
answered.
End Part 28/56 Continued in part 29/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 29/56
Summary: Melina tries to help someone.
Keywords: exhib,anal,oral
Let's Do Lunch. (Part 2)
About a month later, the man called Arline and
scheduled an appointment. Arline discussed the
appointment with Melina first, suggesting that maybe
it wasn't such a good idea to meet with him, but
Melina felt guilty and responsible, and she agreed
to meet with him. Arline answered the door and
Melina met the man dressed in her "glove" as I had
begun calling the skin tight, black, leather
outfits she and Arline wore.
The man smiled at Melina and she led him into her
bedroom. We heard the two of them talking cordially
but could not make out any of what they said. They met
for about an hour, after which the man thanked Melina,
kissed her platonically on the cheek and left.
We asked Melina what had transpired and Melina
told us "He's okay, I guess. His name is Spence. He's
very grateful for the care I provided for him. He said
he couldn't imagine anyone having done "the operation"
in a kinder, gentler or more positive manner."
Melina explained that he was fully healed, at
least that part of him that was going to heal, but he
had been unable to achieve orgasm since the operation.
She said he wanted her to try to find some way to
relieve the "hunger" which had seized him since the
procedure, and that he would be back next week.
Melina said that Spence complained that people
didn't look at him the same way since it happened.
Even his long time friends seemed "put off" by him.
Especially women, whom he once had loved and who had
loved him back, now seemed to be unwilling to even talk
to him. Spence complained that it didn't help now that
his boss's new name for him was "Dickless." People
were treating him like a freak.
He said he understood that his relationships
wouldn't be the same now that he was "different" but he
didn't understand why people wouldn't even talk to him
anymore. Women seemed to be scared of him now. Even
hard-core prostitutes avoided him, finding flimsy
excuses not to take care of his needs. He tried taking
home such pro's several times, not informing them of
his condition only to hear "I'm not touching that" (In
more ways than one.) when they saw his situation.
Melina then went to our computer and looked on-
line, researching a solution on the internet.
Spence returned about a week later. Arline had
scheduled an appointment for him. Melina felt the best
way to receive him was alone, dressed in her leather
glove. When he arrived, Arline sent him to Melina's
bedroom, and there she sat on her bed, beautiful as
usual, her delicate, blossoming features poignantly
showing through the leather. She was wearing her mask.
She motioned for him to sit down next to her, and he
did.
Melina got right to the point. "There isn't a lot
of information on the internet that will be of help to
you. What you've got is called a "nullo" and it's not
common for people to have this done to them. It's a
pretty radical procedure," she said. "I could only
find one interview with someone who had such a
modification, and the prognosis doesn't look good."
Melina handed the man a few sheets of paper with a
printout of the interview. (Readers can find it on the
internet themselves, just Google "nullo interview.")
"Does this mean there's no hope of ever having an
orgasm again?" He asked.
"The man reported that he sometimes has something
like an orgasm, not nearly as intense, but definitely
an orgasm. Don't ask me what that means, but I don't
think it bodes well for you," Said Melina.
Spence looked disconsolate. Melina hugged the
huge man and said "I'm going to try anyway. Let's see
what I can do. I feel kind of responsible for your
situation, you know what I mean?"
Spence said "This is all my own doing; you saved
my life actually, if you hadn't done this, I'd be dead
today."
Melina removed her mask, slowly revealing her
beautiful face then she began undressing slowly,
seductively, removing first her top, snap by snap, and
revealing her milky white shoulders then the small,
pale lumps of her underdeveloped breasts. The snaps
opened, one by one, revealing her silky, slim waist.
The man watched her every movement, then he reached out
towards her breasts, she smiled as he stroked her, and
ran his finger over her small pointy nipples. .
Spence stroked her silky black hair, gently, and
she beamed a bright smile at him beckoning him to
continue.
Next Melina slowly began removing the two columns
of snaps on either side of her ultra tight leather
pants snap by snap. As they opened, they made an
inviting sound, "pop, pop, pop."
A splash of alabaster flesh began to show at the
top of her pants, getting larger and larger, until at
last, her small, gossamer patches of light, silky pubic
hair began to be revealed, inch-by-inch. Melina turned
around. Next, she released two more snaps and began
uncovering her perfectly formed ass, first the top of
her crack, then her hips, slowly the buns appeared and
finally the lower area of her derriere where her legs
joined forming an exotic cross shape.
She bent over slowly, pulling down her pants, and
removing the snaps on the leather covering her legs.
From that angle, her ass took on a kind of inverted
heart shape. She pulled the pants down further
revealing her beautiful, frilly, pink and maroon pussy
lips, then her thighs and calves. Then she stepped out
of the pants, spreading her legs apart and shaking her
butt slowly, her beautiful labia minora flapping back
and forth.
Spence sat there with his mouth open and just kept
licking his lips.
Melina turned around slowly and faced Spence with
her legs spread apart. She was now completely naked.
A look of awe came over Spence's face as he stared at
her beautiful, perfect, nude body. Melina began
opening the buttons on his shirt and he placed his
hands on her hips.
Melina continued removing Spence's encumberments
while he began busying himself with her charms. She
had Spence stand up to remove his pants. It was then
that she noticed the obvious absence of his originally
conspicuous organ. Melina was expecting this, but she
couldn't help staring at the spot where it had once
flourished so healthily.
Spence saw her staring, and stopped fondling her.
"You see my problem now?" He said depressed. He
looked like he was going to start crying.
"It's a big adjustment, to be sure, but I'm not
done yet," said Melina winking. She reached down and
felt the area beneath the pubic hair. She had done a
near perfect job, there was nothing left but a hole
about three eighths of an inch wide, and a stub about a
quarter of an inch long.
"Don't worry, it's all healed over, there, you're
not going to open anything up." Spence said. He
turned away and looked toward his clothes.
Melina wasn't ready to give up yet. "Let's keep
trying," she said. She had him lay down face up on the
bed and she sat on his face. Spence cordially stuck
his tongue inside Melina. "Just lie there," she
whispered. With that, she began delving into his pubic
hair with her tongue trying to find a hold. The hole
was just too small to allow her tongue inside, but she
tried rimming the remaining bump and digging into the
hole with her tongue. "Anything?" she asked.
"Nothing," mumbled Spence. Melina couldn't quite
make out what he said, she was sitting over his mouth,
but she got the gist of it from his tone.
Melina got up and removed a vibrating dildo from
one of her drawers. She turned it on high speed, put
some saliva on the end and eased it up his rear. Based
on anatomical pictures she'd seen, she was confident
that the buzzing head of the dildo would be directly on
his prostate gland. Next, she reached out and started
playing gently with his nipples, and went rooting in
his pubic hair. "Anything?" She asked.
"Something," said Spence, "but definitely not the
same as an orgasm."
"Let me keep going." Melina said.
"No," said Spence sadly. "All you're doing is
making me hornier. It's like a thirst that won't
quench, no matter how much I drink. I think I'm going
to commit suicide."
Melina cringed when he said this. "God no.
Please don't do that," she said. She got down from the
bed. She had given it her best shot and failed. She
felt bad for Spence and began crying. He began crying.
"I still have one idea," said Melina. "Call me next
week. Promise you won't do anything desperate till
then." Spence agreed not do himself in till next the
week and left.
End Part 29/56 Continued in part 30/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 30/56
Summary: Melina does good.
Keywords: F/M,bd,reluc,Fdom,ds,anal,oral,elec
How Do You Keep A Nullo In SuSpence?
The following week, Spence came back. Arline let
him in and led him to Melina's bedroom. Melina greeted
him warmly at the door. Another woman was in the room
already sitting on the bed. "Spence, this is Velma,"
said Melina gesturing with her hand, "Velma, this is
Spence." Velma and Spence eyed each other suspiciously
from across the room. Spence sat down on a chair.
"How about if stay here for a little while to make
sure you both get started off on the right foot, and
then I'll leave, I think." Said Melina.
"Did you explain my situation?" asked Spence.
"That's the only reason she agreed to meet with
you. She normally finds men threatening," said Melina.
"Let me see you while Melina's here" said Velma.
"Take down your pants. She said indelicately."
Spence looked towards Melina, and then pulled down
his pants with hesitation. He was obviously sensitive
about his condition. Velma unabashedly reached down
and ran her fingers across the mound of hair.
"Nothing threatening there" she said callously.
"Do you agree to do anything I say?" she asked.
"I'll do anything within reason," Spencer
answered.
"Take off the rest of your clothes" demanded
Velma. Spence looked at Melina. Melina nodded to
Spence and he began removing his clothes. When he was
naked, Velma said "Now, lie down on the bed face up."
Spence looked at Melina. Melina nodded and Spence did
what Velma told him to do.
Velma began securing Spence's arms and legs.
Spence continued to look to Melina for reassurance.
Melina just kept nodding. It was only after Spence's
immense body was secured spread eagle to the bed that
Velma felt safe enough to undress herself. She put on
her corset and crotchless leotard.
Then she began to remove her equipment from the
bag. She took out a tube of goo and rubbed some onto
Spence's asshole, into, and around the pubic hair where
Spence's organ had been. Then she stuck a long rod
into his butt hole, and a flexible one into the hole
where his dick had been. "More people should get this
operation." She said cold-heartedly.
Then she took a razor and shaved off a section of
pubic hair from his perineum (between where his balls
had been and where his asshole was.) Spence wasn't
sure about the shaving part and kept looking at Melina
for reassurance, but Melina just kept nodding and
Spence accepted it. Velma stuck a sticky pad where she
had shaved and two more at points on either side of his
pelvis, after shaving him at those places.
Velma took two clips out of the bag and placed
them on Spence's nipples. The clips bit into his skin
but he handled it well. She took the electronic panel
out of the bag and began to connect the wires to the
places she had prepared for them.
At that, Spence began straining against the ropes
trying to get free and shouting "Wait a minute; I'm not
going to lie here while you electrocute me"
Melina stroked him softly on his face "Don't
worry," she said. "We're not going to kill you. You
will like this, I promise you." Spence did not look
entirely convinced, but Melina had calmed him down, and
he allowed Velma to place all the electrodes on him.
Velma looked at Melina. "You can leave now, if you
wish," she said. Melina looked at Spence. He did not
look like he wanted Melina to leave him alone with
Velma.
"Is it okay for me to stay?" Melina asked.
"I guess so, but don't interfere." Said Velma.
Velma plugged in the device and began at the low
setting that Melina and I had found so pleasurable.
She ran through the buttons. It was obvious Spence was
enjoying it too. He looked at Melina, smiled faintly
and said "This is better than the dildo, nipple
treatment." Velma raised the voltage and exercised the
buttons again, "This is even better," he said.
Velma turned the knob again. This time, Spence
wasn't as sure about the result. "This is not so
great," he said. Melina could hear strain in his
voice. Melina just kept nodding and Spence looked
reassured. (Though not entirely calm.) Stress was
evident in his eyes and voice.
Velma turned the knob again. Now when Velma
pressed the buttons, Spence began spasming slightly.
"It's....beg...ginn...ing to... hurrrt" he said.
Melina looked at Velma. Velma stared back impassively
at Melina and turned the knob again.
"Sing for me" said Velma. With that she pressed
the buttons and Spence responded
"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhh." Velma began masturbating
and set the machine on automatic. Spence, gripped by
convulsions began jerking in a wild frenzy. Velma
reached orgasm and then climbed onto the bed.
She grabbed a metal rod, which was already wired
to the panel and shoved it up her own ass. Then she
sat down on Spence's face. It became apparent to
Melina that Velma was now experiencing the same
contractions that Spence was. Once she climbed aboard
Spence's face, the metal rod she had stuffed up her
back door was causing her to experience the current at
the same voltages that Spence was. It was being
delivered to her asshole by the rod and to her cunt
through Spence's mouth.
Melina wasn't sure whether she should interfere or
not. But then Velma began moaning and she decided not
to interrupt until she was done. Soon fluid began to
drip from Spence's mouth. Eventually, Velma tore
herself away. Velma went immediately to the electrical
panel and lowered the voltage slowly until Spence
appeared comfortable with the voltage. Spence stopped
spasming and began breathing heavily.
Soon, Spence was squeaking, and he began saying
"Ohhhh, yeahhh, Ohhhh, yeahhh, etc." Cloudy fluid was
leaking out of the hole on Spence's groin"
Velma said, "We'll just keep him like this till he
gets bored." This continued nonstop, for about thirty
minutes. Velma finally looked at her watch and said
"I'm sorry honey, I gotta' be somewhere in half an
hour."
Velma turned the contraption off and Spence said
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh."
"You said that already," replied Melina smiling.
Velma put her equipment away and got dressed. She
handed Melina a hundred dollar bill. Melina gave it
back to Velma and said, "This one's on the house.
Don't tell Mother."
Velma took the money back and left.
Spence got dressed and handed Melina five one
hundred dollar bills. Melina handed them back and
said, "This one's on the house. Don't tell Mother."
Spence crumpled the bills in her hand and closed
her fingers around them. "This has been worth far more
than that. You've given me back my "joie de vivre'" he
said. "How can I arrange to see her again?" he asked.
"I think I'm going to introduce you two. You make
a good couple," Melina said. "Don't tell Mother."
Spence called again the following week. Arline
gave the phone to Melina. Melina took the call in her
room and when she was sure Arline wasn't listening,
gave Velma's number to Spence. The next time any of us
heard from either of them was about a month later. We
got an invitation; they were getting married.
End Part 30/56 Continued in part 31/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 31/56
Summary: Melina is damaged. Our hero grapples with the
substance of his and Melina's life for the first time.
Keywords: F/b,ds,oral,piv,machine,tragic
It's Just A Fucking Machine. (Part 1)
It had been about a month since the incident with
the guy with the gun. Arline was healing well, the
burns on her breast and derriere had pretty much
healed. She was walking now, though with difficulty.
One day, a guy came in and said "I'm an inventor, and
I've just made my greatest creation. We're going to
take it out for its maiden voyage." The man was a
flake, he looked like a madman. Arline sent him back
where she had laid us out as usual.
He asked Melina "Forward or back?" Melina
answered "forward" she didn't know what it was, but she
wanted to see it coming. The man released Melina from
the bonds tying her to her bed, and then tied Melina
stoutly to the hooks face out from the wall, legs
spread as far apart as he could get them, on tippy
toes, arms tight, and of course, naked.
I couldn't help noticing how beautiful she looked
in that position. Her long, shiny, silky black hair
was all in place. Beneath it were the recently
developed lumps of her still small breasts which were
showing brightly in the sunlight. Her delicate nipples
were erect, pointy and brown protruding from her light
areola. Her exquisite gossamer pubic hair seemed to be
glowing. Beneath that, her outer lips, now sparsely
covered with light hair, were parted just a little,
revealing the tips of her lovely pink and maroon labia.
There she stood proud, chin up, defiant, looking the
man in the eye. As I stared at her I realized again,
how unbelievably beautiful she was.
The man left and came back in with a large bag.
He proceeded to remove a machine from the bag with a
large motor. He then connected a large metal wheel to
the business end of the motor. Next, he connected a
rod to the wheel. Then he screwed a black rubber
cylinder onto the end of the rod.
It was obvious from the look of the machine what
was going to happen next. The man proceeded to measure
the length of the metal rod against Melina's leg, and
screwed a section of the rod tighter to shrink the rod
in order to fit her. He plugged the machine into the
outlet on the wall.
"What do you think?" he asked me.
"I think the cylinder may be a little too big for
Melina." I said.
The man got flustered and a little angry. "I'm
the inventor here," he said, "don't worry; women can
squirt a babies through their holes. She'll dilate
till it fits."
The man heaped a glob of lubricant onto the black
cylinder, then onto and into Melina's snatch. "I'm so
proud of this machine, I want you to watch." He said.
With that, he moved the machine under Melina's open
lips and made a final adjustment to the screw. At that
point, the black cylinder was just inside the rim of
Melina's vagina.
The man turned the machine on and it began making
a low grinding noise. The man took a seat. Melina
began smiling slightly as the machine dove slowly into
her pussy. She seemed to be enjoying it at first, but
as the cylinder slid deeper into her tunnel of love, a
look of doubt came over her face. Her eyes and mouth
opened wide and she let out a kind of questioning moan
"Uuh?"
The machine pulled the cylinder down and Melina's
face grew calmer. The wheel came around. Soon the
machine was at the top of another cycle. Melina was
not enjoying it. The man looked down at me and could
see I was concerned. He tested my ropes to make sure I
wasn't going to get free. Then, he reached down and
grabbed a small box with a knob on it.
The man turned the knob. The grinding noise from
the machine became higher pitched. The wheel began
spinning faster. On the next up stroke, Melina began
breathing heavily. Now each time the machine went up,
Melina let out an audible "Oooohhhh."
"See, she likes it," said the man as he turned the
knob again. The machine began a high-pitched whine.
A look of fear overtook Melina's face. She was
having difficulty breathing. I began to strain against
the ropes, but could not get free. The man turned the
knob again. The machine began spinning faster. Melina
was now screaming loudly "Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh". Melina
made that noise sometimes when we had sex, but it was
obvious that this time she wasn't having an orgasm.
Melina began to strain against the ropes that
bound her beautiful body. She twisted her waist
seductively, like a belly dancer, trying to move away
from the beast that was inside her, but to no avail.
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I found her desperate
motions to be quite erotic. "Stop!" I said in
desperation. You're hurting her.
The man ignored me and twisted the knob again.
This time machine began screaming at top speed. Melina
was now shrieking at the top of her lungs. Tears were
dripping down her cheeks, and suddenly, blood began
dripping down the shaft of the rod from the cylinder to
the wheel. It was from Melina's vagina. The man
shouted, "Bitch, you're menstruating all over the
machine. You're going to ruin it.
"Please" I cried, "She isn't due yet, she must be
bleeding. You've injured her. God, please stop,
you're going to kill her."
With that, the man turned the knob down and the
machine ground to a halt. "She's getting it all
skuzzy, anyway," he said. The man pulled the machine
away from Melina and the cylinder came out followed by
a lot of blood. Her vagina began a steady dripping.
The damage had been done.
The man untied me. I ran to Melina and hurriedly
untied her legs then her arms. When I released the
last rope, Melina fell in a heap to the floor. She was
lying in a puddle of her own blood, barely moving. I
picked Melina up and carried her to her bedroom. She
was very weak. She began shivering, so I covered her
with a blanket. The man left without a word. We never
saw him again.
Melina stopped bleeding shortly after the man
left. Thank God. I went in to tell Arline.
"What are you doing out and around?" She asked
suspiciously. I told Arline all about the man and his
machine and the blood and Melina falling in a heap on
the floor. Arline listened. When I got to the blood
part, she became upset. Tears began to flow from her
eyes.
I was surprised. "I didn't think you'd care." I
said.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I realize that I've been
a terrible mother," she said.
"When the guy with the gun tortured me, I wasn't
going to tell him anything. Then he threatened to
torture you. That's when I realized that I really do
love you and Melina. My heart was frozen for a long
time, but just then, it thawed. I would have done
anything to save you and Melina from the pain I had
gone through. I was even willing to give him all the
money."
"Is there any money?" I asked.
"There's some, but not as much as you'd think."
"Where's all the money." I asked.
Arline started crying again. "I spent it on
cocaine." She said. "There's a few thousand left, and
I was going to give it to the guy to save you.
Fortunately, the guy got careless. Thinking that I was
helpless, he let his guard down. That's when I hit him
with the blackjack. I've kept it in my bathrobe pocket
ever since his last visit. I wrestled his gun away
from him. When he tried to get it back, I shot him."
I told her that I didn't think she was so
terrible. Maybe I wasn't so convincing. I was lying.
I was furious at having been mistreated for so long,
and for having been exploited as a sex object. Selling
your children into prostitution isn't the best way to
show them that you care about them.
On the other hand, Melina and I did learn our
lesson. Melina probably was never going to give away
her hymen again, and I was never going to let her give
it to me again. I didn't bother to tell her those
things. I told her only that I loved her and that I
was sure Melina felt the same way.
The only other thing I told her was that I was
afraid our biggest attraction was going to be out of
commission for a while. Arline smiled at my crude
joke.
Arline got on her feet, grabbed her stethoscope,
and followed me slowly to the bedroom. There Melina
was lying, asleep. Arline removed Melina's blanket to
check that she was not bleeding anymore, and satisfied
that there was no more blood; Arline took her
stethoscope and checked Melina's heartbeat and
breathing. When she was satisfied, she quietly said
"We should let her sleep for now. We'll check in on
her later to make sure she's still stable."
Melina slept all that day and night. When Melina
did get up the next day it was still dark out. She
called to me and said, "I don't think I can stand up by
myself. Help me to the bathroom please." I came into
the bedroom and helped her out to the bathroom. She
sat down on the toilet and said, "Don't leave me."
I was stunned for a second. She never let me be
with her in the toilet unless I was being the toilet.
I realized she doubtless was just being cautious, and
that she knew she would most likely need my help to get
her back in bed.
"Okay," she whispered finally, "let's get me back
to bed."
When I helped her up, the toilet was filled with
red liquid. I pointed to it and Melina said "I'm okay;
I'm just a little tired. That blood's probably just
there from yesterday."
I flushed the toilet and sat her back down.
Melina protested but I didn't want to take any chances.
I wanted to make sure she wasn't still bleeding. We
waited a few minutes until I were sure that there was
no more blood coming out. Afterward, I felt a little
more secure that Melina was okay.
I returned Melina to her room. Arline came in
wielding her stethoscope. She felt Melina's head and
said "No fever. That's good." Then she listened to
her heart and lungs and said "Sounds steady. That's
good. Let's get her back to sleep, and we'll check on
her more closely later, after the sun rises."
I went to bed but I couldn't sleep. All I could
see when I closed my eyes was Melina bleeding on the
wall, Melina slumping over onto the bloody floor,
Melina bleeding in bed, and Arline renting our bodies
to depraved sex deviates, and spending all the money on
drugs.
How could she? I thought. We'd sweat and toiled
to scratch out that money and now it was gone. All
that pain we'd put up with, all that scum we'd
swallowed or taken internally, smiling at the johns as
if we'd enjoyed it. Debasing ourselves, demeaning
ourselves, living with humiliation, disgrace and
dishonor, being laughed at, dumped on, prodded,
pinched, poked, picked on, reduced, corrupted and now
damaged.
I started crying as the reality of the full weight
of our situation began to reveal itself to me. For the
first time ever, I stopped to question Arline's
treatment of us and suddenly the nuts and bolts of our
existence came crashing down on me like fallout.
What I finally came to realize that morning, was
that Arline wasn't anything so noble as a sadist, or
even a nymphomaniac. She was just a drug addict with a
nasty temper. Melina and I were simply pawns in a
losing game of chess.
And Melina, Christ Melina. If she didn't get
better I knew that I was going to go crazy. Maybe sex
had been a bit strained between the two of us lately,
but I loved her and nothing was going to change that.
I closed my eyes trying to get some sleep, but for a
while, all I could think about was Melina dying and
being buried in the back yard, in a hole next to the
guy with the gun.
Morning came and when the sun rose, I did not feel
bright and cheerful. I'd been up all night,
contemplating my and Melina's lives. I was not
enthusiastic about the prospects.
I decided that if Melina lived, I was going to run
away with her. Somewhere, far away. Somewhere, where
there were no Arlines. Somewhere we could live normal
lives without pain, humiliation and strife. Somewhere,
where they didn't know us as the fresh meat you can
fuck for two hundred bucks. I decided to look on the
internet to see if there was a place we could do that.
I was not happy with the result of my search.
There were no serious jobs where one could be hired
without a college degree. Few places in the world
would hire people as young as we were in the first
place. Those that would hire us, paid a wage so low,
it would take us months just to save up enough for a
blowjob. Besides that, in most countries when children
our age were found running around free, criminals would
kidnap them and sell them as sex slaves. The outcome
did not look promising.
Arline woke shortly after I did. She called me
from Melina's room. Arline was wearing a flashlight on
her head like the ones workers use in mines. "Hold her
up; I need to examine her inside." Arline had me get
to the head of the bed and push on Melina's back.
Melina was in great pain. The simple act of pushing
her up like that caused her to moan.
Arline stuck two fingers into Melina's vagina.
Melina moaned in pain again. Arline pushed two fingers
from her other hand inside. Melina moaned again.
Arline then pulled her hands apart, opening up a gap in
Melina's entryway. "Say Ahhh" said Arline facetiously.
Melina said "Ohhhh, oh owwwww" as Arline began
inspecting inside of her with the flashlight.
"I meant downstairs." said Arline sternly.
"I know," said Melina, "But it hurts a real lot."
"Melina, don't be a baby" Said Arline, continuing
her poking. Arline turned her head sideways trying to
get a better look inside. It was not what Arline was
hoping to see.
"I see," Arline said calmly. "you have a tear in
your vagina, Melina. I'm going to have to place you on
the injured list. You're going to be out of commission
for a while." Being a seasoned nurse, Arline had a
well practiced bedside manner.
With that, Arline pulled her fingers out and
started walking away. "Is she going to be okay?" I
asked.
"Oh, she'll be fine," said Arline, "nothing you
don't see during childbirth. We'll give her some
aspirin and she'll be fine. Trust me I'm a nurse."
And she left.
After she left, I asked Melina how she felt. She
said "Thanks for asking. Arline never asked me that.
I don't feel right. I have bad a headache and I feel
weak and dizzy. Also I can't stand up on my own, my
vagina burns and there is an ache deep inside.
There's some kind of foul discharge coming out
and I'm still bleeding a little. Other than that,
I feel great." She was crying by the time she got
out the last of the statement.
Then, I was crying, "Somehow, I'm going to make it
up to you." I said.
"It's not your fault or your place to take on this
burden," Melina said through her tears. "You're just a
kid." She said that last part like there was something
wrong with my being young.
"I'm sorry." I said defensively.
"You don't even have the right to be sorry." She
said loudly. "What I need now is for you to come here,
lie down next to me and hold me." She said.
I was afraid it might be my last chance ever to do
that again, so I lay gently down and hugged her
tenderly. She fell fast asleep. I cried myself to
sleep. I was burned out from having been up all night
worrying.
We woke to Arline's voice "I thought I ordered you
two not to touch each other. I can see you can't be
trusted. I'm going to have to start tying you up
again" she yelled. "Get up you lazy bastard and do
something." She said to me. And then to Melina she
said. "And you, you slut, you need to get better and
start pulling your weight around here."
Melina looked up at Arline and said "I'm sorry
mother. I know how I must seem like dead wood to you
now, how about if I just give blowjobs until I get back
on my feet?"
"I'll do whatever you want me to do," I said.
"Why don't you call some of your queer friends and rent
me out for another party. Maybe if you string me up to
the sawhorse, I'll be able to give blowjobs at one end
while being buggered at the other." In fact, if you
get another sawhorse, we can set Melina up too. We'll
make up for the shortfall. Don't worry; you'll be able
to buy some more cocaine with the money soon. I only
want to make you happy." I said.
Arline grabbed my arm and pulled me violently over
to the sawhorse. She began strapping me down. I
didn't go as willingly as I had in the past; I fought
her tooth and nail, every inch of the way. But she was
bigger than I was, stronger than I was and meaner than
I was, and she prevailed. In the end there I was,
completely naked, strapped inexorably to the sawhorse
with its nasty teeth digging into my chest, stomach and
crotch, in the prone position. Arline walked out of
the room. When she came back in, she was wearing her
leather glove for the first time since the guy with the
gun incident and was carrying his bag.
Arline dug around the bag looking for something.
She found it and proceeded to remove the blowtorch and
the rod that the man had used. She silently lit the
torch and began heating up the rod.
"Let's see how you like it." She said.
I was beginning to regret the sharp words I had
used earlier. "Okay Arline, I'm sorry." I said, "I
didn't know what I was saying."
Arline didn't respond.
"I was just joking," I said. "A little levity.
You know some lightheartedness. Can't you take a
joke?" Arline continued heating the rod. It was now
beginning to glow.
"Besides if you do this, I'll be on the injured
list with Melina and we'll have no source of income."
I began straining. The sawhorse was swaying but didn't
even come close to releasing me.
Arline paused for a moment, then she said, "I'll
pimp you out anyway. It'll serve you right." The rod
was now glowing brightly. "I'd be a shame to waste all
this fuel, global warming and all." Arline took the
rod and held it really close to my ass. I could feel
the heat that it was giving off; my cheek was beginning
to sting.
"All right," said Arline slowly. "The customers
might complain if they see grill marks on your ass.
Also it's likely that afterward you will be somewhat
crusty inside, and that might be a turn off for them.
Besides as you said, we're already down one man and I
don't want to risk a labor shortage."
She put the poker down and turned off the torch.
"Don't forget this. Your ass is mine." (In more ways
than one.) She said. "You owe me, and there may come
a time when I will claim your ass."
I stopped straining. Then Arline said, "I want to
be pleasured now. But first, I need foreplay." With
that, she took out the guy's switch and beat me. She
caned me harder than I can remember her doing for a
long time, maybe the hardest ever. The switch came
down repeatedly, often landing in the crack directly
onto my asshole. The caning and the teeth on the
crossbeam, which were centered between my balls and
under my dick, made for a very painful experience.
When she finally let me loose, I had a boner the
size of the Washington Monument and twice as hard. She
led me to her bedroom and lay down in bed. "You're
going to give me face." She said. "This had better be
the best I've ever had, or I'm going to use that poker
after all."
I got on my knees below her legs and began
licking. As usual, I started by trying to straighten
her hairs, and cleansing her outer lips. This I did
thoroughly, working my way inward to her inner lips.
These I also cleansed fully but more gently, being
careful not to over stimulate her.
Next my tongue went about halfway into her quim,
clearing off the fluids there left over from the
previous day. After a while, I went deeper inside of
her vagina attempting to reach her g-spot, and running
my tongue along the front to her clitoris. She began
to producing the delicious juices that I had come to
associate with her taking pleasure in my work. I
continued that way and she began breathing in time to
my licking, whereupon, I forged ahead, following the
cue of her breathing.
As she began breathing faster and faster I stuck
my fingers inside to open up her vagina and to provide
additional stimulation. Arline loved it when I did
that. Soon she began squeaking and I was working at
top speed. My nose was pressed firmly into her pubic
hair and my chin was between her legs. Arline grabbed
a handful of my hair in each hand and pulled me down
harder. She was rocking back and forth and my tongue
went deep each time she rocked down, and rolled up to
her clitoris, each time she went up. She began ohh,
ohh, ohhing, then Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhing.
This went on for about fifteen minutes during which
time I feasted on her gravy.
Then she paused. I began to worry she might not
be happy in which case she might call her marker
regarding the hot poker. But she just wanted a
breather and she said "Now, let's do some regular
fucking."
Now I was worried, she almost never asked for
straight sex. I thought it might be a trap. She
usually didn't like running the risk that some sperm
might touch her or, gasp, sneak inside. Arline was not
one to take chances, at least not with her own cunt.
"You on top?" I asked.
"No, you." She said.
Now I was really worried. She never allowed me on
top. To do that would mean for me to be in control.
That was not her style. I knew better than to question
her though, so I climbed aboard. My ass was still
stinging from the caning and I had a fine erection. I
now placed it at the vaginal opening. "Are you sure
about this?" I asked.
"Do I seem feeble minded to you?" she yelled
indignantly.
I lowered my hips. She was plenty moist and my
penis slipped easily inside. "Mmmmm" she said. I
began slowly. "Faster" she said. I went a little
faster. "Faster" she said. I went faster. "Faster"
she said tersely. I went faster. She began breathing
heavily I continued pumping "Faster" she said
breathlessly. I began going at top speed. She began
squeaking loudly. Then she began saying "Ohh, ohh,
ohh, ohh" and then "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" at
the top of her lungs. I was moving my hips at top
speed she was moving hers at top speed we were dancing
perfectly, synchronously. My dick was going deep
inside her at warp speed, going where no man had gone
before (Well... I'm sure one man must have gone there at
least once, about twelve years ago.) She began
screaming, "Yes, yes, yes."
After a short while, I began breathing heavily, my
asshole and penis were tingling I was about to
ejaculate. I didn't know what to do. Should I stop
now and risk getting the red-hot poker shoved up my ass
for stopping too soon? Or wait until I climaxed and
risk getting the red-hot poker shoved up my ass for
injecting sperm inside her? I decided push came to
shove, (Literally) that as long as the outcome was
going to be the same. I might as well have the orgasm
I chose door number two. Who knows, I figured, it
might just be my last orgasm ever. Just then,
Arline pushed me off her. I fell out of bed
frustrated, but unharmed.
Arline got up and fluid began leaking down her
leg. I got up and told her I would clean it up. If
that was going to be my payment for all that work, then
so be it. Arline reached over grabbed my penis and
inspected it. It was still standing at attention.
Satisfied that the leakage was not from my having
inseminated her, Arline said "No We'll just let it drip
onto the floor." Arline was denying me that, just to
be mean. I was a little discouraged; I had been
waiting to savor that fluid.
End Part 31/56 Continued in part 32/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 32/56
Summary: Our hero is sadistically tortured.
Keywords: ws,b,g,Fdom,bd,sad,tort,viol,ds
It's Just A Fucking Machine. (Part 2)
Arline led me into Melina's room and we checked
her out. She was pretty much the same as she had been
the day before, though the bleeding had stopped
entirely and the burning had gotten better. She was
still aching internally, and her symptoms now included
fever and incontinence. The bed was all wet with
urine.
Arline seemed more concerned about Melina's sheets
being wet than about her fever. She gave Melina
aspirin for the fever, the pain and the headache. She
gave Melina a towel for the incontinence. "Take her to
the bathroom," she told me. I helped her out of bed.
Melina limped to the bathroom leaking urine down her
leg the whole way. By the time we got there, she had
nothing left.
I helped Melina back to her bed. Arline said she
wasn't going to get clean sheets all dirty just because
Melina couldn't hold it in. She said Melina would just
have to make do. (Melina wasn't making doo, she was
peeing.) I told Arline that I would sleep in the wet
bed and that Melina could sleep in mine.
"Put a tarpaulin down first so she doesn't ruin
that bed too." Said Arline. I helped Melina to my
bedroom; she limped across the hallway leaking the
whole way. Arline decided not to get the towel dirty
so Melina had to sleep naked on top of the raw plastic
of the tarpaulin.
"And clean that mess up." Arline said to me,
pointing to the floor. I did.
Later, Arline removed the wrist restraint from a
drawer and tied me securely. Next, she tied me to the
bed in a prone position and propped my groin up with
some pillows. Suddenly I began to worry that she was
going to get the poker out and do me, but she said, "I
was well pleased by you today. How about we save the
hot poker treatment for another day, shall we?"
With that, Arline pulled out the switch and began
another round of caning. "Why am I being beaten now?
I didn't do anything wrong." I said to Arline.
Arline answered "I'm beating you for just cause."
"Just cause?" I asked.
"Yeah, just cause Melina's too sick to be beaten,"
was her answer.
On some prior occasions, when Arline beat me and
left me face down I was able to move my hips and
masturbate. It wasn't easy and it was a little rough,
but it worked. This time, following the beating,
however, Arline untied me and then retied me face up so
that I couldn't self stimulate. It proved effective.
I was all worked up with no place to go.
Arline then took out her cell phone and accessed
the directory. Her routine was to call her clients up
in front of us so that we would know we were going to
be used again. She derived joy out of our having prior
knowledge of our engagements. If it involved pain, she
would tell us as much as she knew about it, to make us
"sweat it out."
She began calling all of her gay clientele trying
to book me up. She was having a tough time. Many
weren't home when she called, some were broke, and a
lot weren't impressed, or expressed discouragement that
Melina wasn't also available.
Eventually she lined up three appointments. Two
who were going to bugger me and one who was planning
something so heinous he "wouldn't talk about it over
the phone."
Arline complained to me that the johns only
offered twenty-five dollars apiece for my ass. Then
she gloated about the third man, "I bet you're going to
be sorry by the time he leaves. He boasted that he
wouldn't tell me what he was going to do to you,
because it was so terrible."
Arline then tied me up to the sawhorse with my
butt prominently displayed, and my penis and balls
impaled on the saw-tooth crossbeam. It was painful
just waiting for them to arrive. When they did arrive,
both of the gay men decided to take Arline up on the
idea of doing me at the same time, one in front and one
in back. Actually, it was my idea but Arline took the
credit for it.
The first guy lubed my ass and stuck his thicker
than average penis inside me without allowing me any
time to dilate and then lay down on top of me making it
extremely painful and hard to breathe. The second
stuck his longer than average penis hastily down my
throat; besides choking me, it also tasted bad.
I did my best to accommodate both gentlemen. Once
I got used to the size of the man in back, I began to
tighten my sphincter muscles and squeeze my ass cheeks
together to give him a good firm grip. For the guy in
front, I closed my lips tightly around his penis and
rubbed the back of my tongue on his head to give him a
sensual ride.
Coordinating the two actions took a while to get
straight, like the old trick of patting your head and
rubbing your tummy at the same time, but eventually
after I got it down; I was able to perform the two
activities for as long as I needed to. The men took
about ten minutes at which point they came almost
simultaneously squirting ejaculate into both of my
holes at once. Yecch. I didn't say that, I just
swallowed hard and sucked the man in my mouth dry. "I
want to be cleaned off too" said the other guy. So I
had him stick his member in my mouth and gave him a
quick rinse cycle. Full service.
The men left and Arline came in. "Well," she
said. "The men left you a tip. I promised I'd give
it to you" She held up a nickel. "This is yours.
Swallow it," she said menacingly.
She forced my mouth open and put the nickel in.
Then she held my nose closed and put her other hand
over my mouth. "It better be swallowed when I let you
go. I'm not going to allow you to breathe until it's
gone." I did my best to swallow it. After about five
trials I finally did. I was nearly unconscious by that
time.
"By the way, the third client isn't going to be
here for hours. I'm going to leave you strung up until
he gets here. I can't wait until he gets here so I can
see what he does to you. If it really hurts, maybe
I'll start doing it too. I can always use some new
ideas on punishment for you and Melina."
The serrated crossbeam of the sawhorse had been
digging into me for about three hours following the
departure of the gay clients. By the time the third
patron arrived, I was almost glad to see him, but then
I became filled with anxiety. He had the same type of
bag the guy with the gun carried. The kind Arline was
using.
As promised, Arline came in with him, sat down and
just watched.
The man removed a steel tool from the bag. He
forced my mouth open and stuck it in. It fit my teeth
like a pair of braces. He began turning two
thumbscrews on the outside and they began forcing my
jaw apart.
I tried ejecting the device with my tongue, but
was unable to. He continued screwing (The thumb-
screws that is) and my mouth began to open up
uncomfortably. Soon it became painful. I wondered
if that was going to be the torture, because it
hurt a lot, but the guy stopped before my jaw broke.
Then the man took out a small mirror mounted on the
end of a stick and what looked like a dentist's pick.
I wondered was this actually a dentist's
appointment, another one of Arline's sick jokes?
The man placed the mirror inside my mouth and
began looking at my teeth. "Aha" he said, "you have a
cavity, you should really take better care of your
teeth." With that, he took the pick and inserted it
into my mouth. "Is it safe? Is it safe?" He asked.
"You're talking to me? I asked.
"Is it safe?" He asked again.
"Is what safe?" I tried to ask with the device in
my mouth.
"Is it safe?" He asked again.
"I don't know what you mean. I can't tell you
something's safe or not, unless I know specifically
what you're talking about." I said.
"Is it safe?" The man asked again.
"Tell me what the "it" refers to." I said
panicked.
"Wrong answer." he said. With that, he stuck the
pick into one of my teeth causing great pain. I cried
out. The man laughed and then asked again. "Is it
safe?" I tried to tell him that I had no idea what he
was talking about but with the device holding my jaw
open I was unintelligible. The man stuck the pick into
my tooth again. I screamed again. I looked over at
Arline, she was smiling.
Normally, when Arline punished me she inflicted my
retribution at the site of one of my erogenous zones
(those areas associated with sexual arousal). As a
result, it was easy to transmute the pain into an
aphrodisiac like experience. That's why even though it
might hurt terribly at first; I found it stimulating
after it was over.
But the pain this man was causing me was not being
delivered at an appropriate site, and was therefore
empty, unenjoyable anguish. It did not provide the
titillation that Arline's pain did.
"Is it safe?" The man asked again.
"It's safe," I said through the metal device in my
mouth.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes" I said.
The man laughed and said" I don't believe you."
With that, he plunged the pick onto my tooth again.
I screamed again.
I looked over at Arline. Arline was not really
smiling any more. I took that to mean that she was not
pleased by the game he was playing. Arline took
pleasure in abusing my erogenous zones too. That's one
of the reasons beating me turned her on so much.
"Show me." said Arline.
The man pointed to one of my teeth with the pick.
"Over there, see?" He handed the pick to Arline.
Arline took a shot at it. It was a home run! I
screamed again. Arline began looking a little
nauseous. Abuse was one thing, but this guy was just
causing me to suffer. Arline was not getting any
satisfaction out of it. She couldn't even figure out
how or why the man was enjoying it
Arline said to the man "Make sure you don't break
any of his teeth." Then she whispered something into
my ear. She walked out and closed the door. The man
continued picking at my teeth, torturing me, for
another half an hour while I screamed and screamed.
Though he asked me repeatedly, I would not give him the
satisfaction of telling him what Arline had whispered
to me.
It turns out, Arline had said she was sorry.
Who'd a thunk it?
End Part 32/56 Continued in part 33/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 33/56
Summary: Melina isn't ready for work, gets worse.
Keywords: Fb,Mb,Mg,bd,rim,sad,sm,cbt,anal,fat,
oral,piv,toys,pins
It's Just A Fucking Machine. (Part 3)
After the man left, Arline released me from the A-
frame. I had ripples from the saw teeth, all the way
down my chest and across my penis. She led me into my
bedroom where Melina was resting and let me lie next to
her. Then she left us in the room without putting on
the usual restraints and closed the door. I hugged
Melina but did not try to get in her pants. (Not that
she was wearing any.)
Several days passed. Arline had tried her
damnedest to pimp me out, but interest in me was
sporadic at best. One thing she did make clear during
those few days however, was that my ass was still
hers.
Melina was feeling much better. Her fever had
gone away the incontinence had stopped and her headache
was better. She was even able to get around a little
by herself, though with difficulty due to the burning
and aching she was still feeling internally.
Arline came into my room; the one Melina was
staying in, and told me to exchange mattresses with the
wet one from Melina's room. I did and Arline put on my
wrist restraints. She tied me up, to one of the beds
in the parlor, in the prone position with my legs
spread. Arline tied Melina face up, spread eagle to
the other bed.
"Time to earn your keep." She said. "We're open
for business as usual," Arline said brightly. Suddenly
Arline stared down at Melina. "Aren't those cute
little tits you got." She declared. "I wouldn't be in
any hurry to grow those if I were you; those buds have
been your best asset. Can't sell you off as a child if
they get too big you know."
Then she turned to me "And you, my little bugger
bait, you'd better stop growing hairs on your balls or
we're going to have to remove them. The hairs, not the
balls. Well ... maybe both." Arline giggled. She
could say the nicest things.
I asked Arline if she didn't think Melina might
need a few more days to recover. She didn't answer me.
Instead, she went to the closet and took out the
switch. Then she caned me solidly up and down my ass
until it was uniformly red all over.
On Pins And Needles.
Arline pulled out her cell phone and began
calling. This time a large number of interested
parties received her calls. Once they heard that
Melina was back, everyone responded positively and
Arline quickly had a list of appointments. She was
still calling when the first of the johns arrived.
The man walked in carrying a small black doctor's
bag. I recognized him as one of the needle play
people. He always requested me. I wasn't fond of
needle play, but I figured better me than Melina.
He started right away. Without even so much as a
hello, he began sticking numerous long pins into my ass
cheeks, which Arline had displayed conveniently for
him. For variety, he stuck some of them in slowly, and
others he drove in quickly and violently. I wasn't
sure which I disliked more.
After a while, he took some duct tape and taped my
ass cheeks apart to get access to my asshole. Then he
began meticulously sticking pins into and around my
sphincter. He had brought many pins with him, it
seemed. When he was satisfied, he began spanking my
ass cheeks severely, with the pins still in them. That
wasn't so painful, but it scared the pants off me (So
to speak.) Just the thought of how the pins would be
going deeper inside of me as my ass cheeks became
compressed fills me with apprehension even today. Then
he took a massive vibrating dildo and began forcefully
plunging it into my fully adorned back door.
When he got tired of that, he untied my legs and
turned me over onto my back (With the pins still in
place, and the dildo up my ass.) He then began
sticking pins into my nipples, and breasts. The
nipples he pierced through and through and the ones in
my breasts he placed in horizontally so as to run them
across the most sensitive nerves which lie close to the
skin.
Next he began piercing my penis with the pins.
These really hurt. They hurt on the outside going in,
on the inside going through, and then on the outside
coming out again. He also began sticking pins into the
hole in my dick diagonally so that they stuck out the
side, and my dick began to look a little like a
triceratops.
After a while, my penis, which had become erect
when he did my backside, became limp and shrank, but
that didn't bother him.
I wasn't sure how many he had placed in me. Then
he said "You're lucky. I'd be placing them in your
balls now, but Arline won't let me."
"Yeah. Lucky!" I figured. "That's what it is."
Eventually, Arline came in and told him his time
was up. "Okay," he said "but don't expect me to remove
the pins now that you're kicking me out." He left. I
smiled because I knew he'd left his dildo. (Good
dildos are expensive you know. Finder's keeper's and
all that.)
Meanwhile, a duo of guests had arrived for Melina.
One fucked her while she sucked the other one off. The
blowjob came off without a hitch, but Melina was having
a hard time with the lay. The man was not enjoying
himself, as he should have been. The man kept jumping
up and down on stuffing his dick into her bread box,
but Melina's heart was not in it. (In more ways than
one.)
"How you doing" I asked.
"Not so good" said Melina. "It hurts a real lot.
I don't think I'm ready to start back to work."
Arline heard that. "Don't worry," she said.
"It's probably just a little inflammation. I'm sure
the swelling will go down soon and you'll be back to
your cheerful self in no time."
Eventually the man climaxed and Melina moved on to
handle some more of the clients (So to speak.) The
next two came off without a headache (So to speak.)
Meanwhile Arline convinced one guy that what he
really wanted, was to sodomize me with all of the pins
stuck in me. She tied me spread eagle face down,
removed the dildo, and the man began pumping merrily
away.
As he did, the pins, which were still all over me,
began digging their way deeper into my skin. The nerve
endings are all at the top of the skin so driving the
pins deeper didn't really make that big a difference.
What did hurt were the pins in my dick, which has
nerve endings throughout. Also the pins in my dick,
which he had put in diagonally, were sticking out, and
were now digging into my balls. The pins in my
breasts, which he had placed in horizontally, which were
running just under the skin, where the sensitive nerve
endings were, also hurt a lot.
Suddenly the guy riding me screamed and pulled
hard. "Help, I'm stuck," the guy screamed.
Apparently, one of the pins in my back door was
sticking out and had caught him like a fishhook. I
laughed inwardly at the irony of the situation. The
man on the other hand didn't find it so funny. The pin
had impaled the guy and he couldn't get his dick out
without putting up with some pain. He just kept
screaming.
"Welcome to my world," I thought to myself.
Everyone stopped what he or she was doing and
looked at us. Arline came over and reached under the
man, trying to remove the pin. There were just too
many pins in my ass. With the man on top of me, Arline
couldn't get a good look underneath to find out which
one it was.
The guy was starting to hyperventilate. Arline
paused for a moment. Then she said "Don't worry, I'm a
nurse, I can handle this." Arline stuck her hand
gently between us. Then she gently grabbed the shaft
of the guy's penis. Suddenly she pulled firmly on it
and the man fell off the bed holding his cock and
screaming at the top of his lungs. He was in pain but
he was at least free of the impediment. It actually
didn't bother me that much. (I found it funny.)
The guy's penis was bleeding at a fairly steady
rate. Arline told Melina to put his penis in her mouth
until the bleeding stopped and she went into the other
room. Melina attended the wound with her usual prowess
and the guy climaxed before Arline got back. Melina
swallowed the produce. By the time Arline came back,
the man had stopped bleeding. Arline took some cotton
and alcohol. The guy freaked at the sight of the
alcohol so Arline simply wiped his penis dry with a
cotton ball. Then she put some antibiotic ointment on
it and covered the injury with a band-aid. Secretly, I
wished Arline had used alcohol instead of antibiotic.
I figured it was lucky for the man that Arline was a
nurse; otherwise we might not have known what to do.
(Yeah right.)
"There'll be no charge for our services." Arline
said kindly to the man as he left.
At that point, Arline decided it might be best to
remove the pins. She released my wrist restraints and
told me to do it. I untied my legs and began the
laborious task of removing the pins. I began in the
front with the ones in my breasts. For some reason
these were, at that point, the most painful ones. As I
pulled each one out, they hurt almost as much as they
did going in. I didn't find any difference between
removing them slowly and yanking them out quickly, so I
decided if I removed them quickly, they'd be out
sooner.
Next I began removing the ones in my penis. These
were more painful to remove than the ones in my
breasts. Also, they bled, sometimes substantially, so
I had to blot them dry lest they dirty the sheets. I
worked more slowly on those. Several of the pins which
had been stuffed into the hole in my dick did not stick
out the side, the way most of them did, so I had
squeeze my dick head in order to "squirt" them out.
Thank God, he used pins with large spherical heads or I
might still be wearing some of them today.
Next, I began removing the ones in my asshole.
These were easy for the most part, except for some of
them, which were inside. I had to go diving to get at
those. Lastly, I removed the ones in my ass cheeks.
They were easy. I ran my hands down my ass feeling the
now clear surface. All told, there were about seventy
pins plus the dildo in me, I wondered if I had gotten
them all.
Meanwhile, Melina had her hands full, (In more
ways than one.) She was jerking two guys off and
giving a blowjob at the same time. "You okay?" I
asked her. "Yeph" she answered, her mouth full of
dick. I took the next customer. She wanted straight
fucking, "Hold the mayo please," she said.
"If you beat me, I'll give you a great lay." I
said.
"What?" she asked surprised.
I ran and got her Arline's switch and presented it
to her. "I've been bad, I've let my hard-on down," I
said. "If you beat me, you'll teach me a good lesson,
and I'll take care of you."
"Are you serious?" she asked.
I did my best imitation of a pouting child, while
nodding my head, yes. I'm sure, it must have been
believable, I am only eleven.
"Okay, if you say so." With that, she bent me
over her knee and started spanking me.
"Harder" I said. She spanked me harder.
"Harder" I said, "use the switch and do it really,
really hard"
"Well, if you're sure." She grabbed the switch
and beat me thoroughly. "More" I said loudly. She
beat really, really intensely and continued to beat me
until she felt my erection sticking into her knee.
After that, my ass burned for an hour during which
I serviced her completely. I licked her ass, ate her
out, we did sixty-nine, I had her sit on my face, then
we began straight fucking. I climbed on top, then she
climbed on top, then I climbed on top again. I lost
count of how many times she climaxed, but in the end
she was one satisfied customer. (In more ways than
one.)
While all this was happening, I had lost track of
Melina. She was having straight sex with a huge man.
The man must have weighed four hundred pounds. Poor
Melina was completely obscured by the man's fat rolls,
which were spilling over her body like a blanket.
Melina was making a sound like "Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh,"
When I listened carefully I realized she was not having
an orgasm, but was screaming as best she could, given
her restricted breathing, what with the man's full
weight on top of her.
It was lucky I was not tied up; I ran over to the
man and screamed, "Stop. Stop. She can't take it.
She's just a little girl for Christ's sake." I pounded
on the man's back until he responded. The man got up
and glared at me. He lumbered over to me and pulled
his arm back, ready to hit me. That was when he
noticed the blood covering his hand. He looked at
Melina her sheets were saturated with blood.
"I thought she seemed a little juicy." He said.
Then he mumbled, "I'm sorry" and walked out.
"Arline" I screamed, "Come quickly."
Arline must have heard the urgency in my voice,
because she came right in. "Oh my God" she cried.
"Melina, what happened?"
Melina stirred slightly "Mother" she said "I don't
feel so good. I think something's wrong."
Arline pulled out her phone and dialed a stored
number. "It's me" she said. "I'm calling in that
favor you owe me." The voice on the other end said
something. "No, it has to be now. We can't wait.
This is an emergency." She gave the voice our address
and directions and hung up. I was hoping it wasn't
another john. "Hang in there baby." she said, "Help is
on the way."
End Part 33/56 Continued in part 34/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 34/56
Summary: A doctor blackmails Arline. Melina starts
recovering.
Keywords: b,g,FM,Fb,bd,exhib,creampie,ws,cbt,blackmail,
oral,copr,ws,Fdom,ht,oral,scat,
The Doctor Is In.
About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Arline sent me to answer it. It was a well-dressed man
with a doctor's bag. I was hoping it wasn't another
client with some contraption in his bag to use on
Melina. The man introduced himself.
"I'm Doctor Parmally," he said. I brought him
into the parlor. Arline had sent all of the customers
away and put away all of the sex paraphernalia. She
had put a blanket on Melina and covered the other bed
by the time we got there. Essentially, it looked
pretty much like a normal bedroom.
"Melina had an accident on her bicycle today. It
looked okay at first, but then this happened." Arline
pointed to the blood.
Doctor Parmally checked her heart and stuff,
looked at her throat with a tongue depressor, examined
her with an otoscope (Whatever that does) looked in her
nose, took her temperature etc.
"I'm going to have to look inside of you," he
said pointing downstairs "Will you be okay with that?"
"Yes," answered Melina. "People do that to me all
day long," Melina said, smiling warmly.
Doctor Parmally's jaw dropped. He was speechless.
"Oh, she doesn't mean that". Said Arline, "I'm
sure she doesn't realize what she is saying right now."
"Your boy should leave the room now," Said Doctor
Parmally.
"Oh, we have no secrets in this house. It's time
he learned something about the birds and the bees.
Besides, he's not my boy." Arline winked at me.
Doctor Parmally seemed uneasy. He looked at
Melina and said "You okay with him being here?"
Melina answered, "Yes, he sees me like that all
the time too." She smiled again.
Doctor Parmally gulped. Then he went into his bag
and brought out a shiny metal device that looked like
two shoehorns. He grabbed the end of the blanket
covering Melina's vagina. He made a motion implying
that he intended to remove the blanket. Then he looked
first at Arline, then at Melina to make sure he had
understood correctly. They both smiled at him warmly
and nodded their heads. With that, he removed the
blanket and told Melina to spread her legs. He checked
with Arline and Melina again then he checked with me.
Melina spread her legs.
Doctor Parmally placed some lubricant on Melina's
vulva and then inserted the speculum. With that, he
gently spread the blades, shined the otoscope in and we
all looked inside.
"You said this was from a bicycle accident?
That's not what it looks like. There is a tear in her
vagina. This looks like it's from some sort of abuse
to me." He declared assertively. "I think she should
be hospitalized," he said.
"Please," said Arline, "We have no insurance, we
don't have much money and we can't afford to pay for
the hospital. They probably won't take us with our
finances the way they are, anyway."
"I guess she's probably going to be okay. It will
heal on its own eventually, but she needs rest and lots
of it. I'll give you a prescription for antibiotics
and one for sleeping pills. The dosage will be on the
label. She needs complete bed rest for a full week.
That means, she needs to be completely cared for,
meals, bedpan, the works, understand? Arline nodded.
Additionally, she can't do any heavy activity for two
weeks after that. I can't believe I'm saying this
for an eleven-year-old girl, but that means no
vaginal sex. Do you understand?" he said sternly.
Arline nodded her head again.
"I'm going to have to report this to the
authorities," said Doctor Parmally.
"Please don't do that." Said Arline "You have to
believe me, it was a bicycle accident. Do I look like
an abusive parent?" Arline was smiling an angelic
"butter wouldn't melt in her mouth" smile. Doctor
Parmally wasn't buying it.
"Please, don't report me. I'll do anything."
Arline lifted her breasts up provocatively while
pouting suggestively. "Anything," She repeated.
"Anything?" Asked Doctor Parmally.
"Anything." Arline answered, with conviction in
her voice.
"In that case, we have some "business" to
discuss." Said Doctor Parmally.
Arline and the doctor left. I sat in the parlor
waiting with Melina. From inside Arline's bedroom I
could hear Arline squeaking. It occurred to me that it
was one of the only times I could think of when Arline
had actually done her fair share of the work. I heard
the front door slam.
Arline came into the parlor and grabbed me by the
arm. She led me to her bedroom, put on restraints she
had there, and tied me to the mattress, face up, and
legs spread.
She sat down on my face and said "Clean me out."
She was gagging so hard she could hardly form her lips
to say the words. I stuck my tongue in. There was a
foreign flavor inside. I recognized it was male. "Go
deep, and keep sucking," she said. Then she sat down
on my face really hard in an effort to get my tongue as
deep inside as possible.
Then she said "Stop swallowing. Pump this back
into my vagina. I want it to rinse me out." With
that, she peed into my open mouth. I let my mouth fill
and then blew it back up her. She continued to pee and
I continued to redirect it back inside. Soon I could
feel resistance from inside of her. At that point, I
drank the rest, and let her vagina empty into my mouth
then pushed it back up and so on, effectively douching
her out with her own urine.
I continued doing that until most of the liquid
had disappeared. I wondered where it went, but
realized that I must have been drinking small amounts
of it a little at a time until it was gone. I wasn't
crazy about swallowing the sperms but I was pretty
accustomed to it. The doctor's sperm couldn't be any
worse than that of any of the other john's. I figured
doctors have clean hands so the sperms are probably
more sanitary then others. Afterward, when Arline
didn't get up, I assumed that she wanted me to continue
sucking and licking her out.
Arline took a rubber band and placed it around my
balls. She took another one and placed it around my
dick head. Then she began plucking the rubber bands
like a guitar at a rock concert until she was satisfied
with my hard-on.
"That miserable doctor had a tiny penis. The
bastard hardly even excited me, and then he shot scum
inside me. I want a real orgasm now, and it better be
good." Arline said. "Remember that hot poker?"
Obviously, Arline remembered. She was going to hold it
over my head, probably until she used it. Well, I
decided, she wasn't going to use it today, not if I had
anything to say about it.
Arline grabbed my dick tightly and held on. I
began eating her out. Arline started cold, then warmed
up to rocking then squeaking, then Ohh, Ohh, Ohhing,
then shrieking at the top of her lungs, and dripping
her delicious creamy fluids into my mouth. I kept her
shrieking for another twenty minutes licking and
lapping, until finally she rolled off me. By the
time she was satisfied, her flavor had returned to
normal. Arline lay down next to me and for the first
time ever, she put her arm affectionately under my head.
We woke up the next morning. Melina was crying
out for help. Arline woke with a start to find her arm
under my head. She pulled it out so violently it made
my head spin (Literally.)
Arline went in to see what Melina wanted. She
came back in and untied me. "Melina wants to use the
toilet. She can't leave the bed and I don't want her
dirtying my personal bedpan. Take care of her needs.
Know what I mean? Then she wants breakfast. Don't
give her any shit." (Literally) "Take care of
anything else she wants, but no fucking, understand?
I'm going out to get some groceries and her
prescriptions."
"Okay," I said. I went in to Melina. "I'm here
to service you." I said.
"No bedpan?" Melina asked.
"Arline told me to take care of your needs myself,
I want to do that."
"I hope you haven't eaten yet, 'because you're in
for a large breakfast"
Melina got on her knees and I got under her. "You
thirstier or hungrier" she asked.
"Which would you prefer?" I asked.
"Thirsty" she answered. I opened my mouth beneath
the appropriate organ. Melina began peeing slowly; I
was having no problem keeping up. I was enjoying her
nectar when suddenly she said "Oh, no."
The next thing I knew she was shitting into my
nose. She hadn't stopped peeing but now she was
shitting at the same time. I moved up to contain her
bowel movements and she continued peeing onto my neck.
I figured it would be messier to clean up the BM so I
continued consuming at my current station, even though
her fecal matter had turned to liquid. It was bitter,
foul and slimy and soon was full of farts making it
hard to swallow, but my beloved Melina had produced it
and I loved her, so I did what I had to do without
hesitation, question, remorse or disgust.
After, I took the towel Arline had given Melina
and wiped down my neck. By some miracle, the pee had
not wet the bed sheets. I went into the kitchen. I
looked around. I had hoped to bring a menu list of
options for breakfast to Melina, but there was only one
item; oatmeal. I made the oatmeal added some brown
sugar and cinnamon and brought it to Melina.
Melina peered suspiciously at the oatmeal. "Brown
sugar and cinnamon" I answered before she asked.
"Then Arline's not angry with me?" she asked.
"Oh, she's plenty angry, but she's going to wait
till you're all healthy before she starts punishing
you. Meanwhile she has me to take it all out on.
"I'm sorry," said Melina.
"It's not your fault." I answered. "Arline's
just sick. Anyway, I'd rather she took it out on me
than on you. It breaks my heart to see her hurting you.
I'd rather suffer the physical pain than the mental."
Melina ate some of the oatmeal. She wasn't very
hungry. I figured I'd better finish the bowl. Mostly,
because it might be the only food I got that day, but
also because Arline might take offense at Melina
"wasting food."
"Do you want me to shit in it for you?" asked
Melina, comically.
"No thanks, I've already had my minimum daily
requirement. But if you need to shit again, just tell
me. I'm Johnny on the spot." (So to speak.) Melina
and I both laughed. It was good to see her laugh.
We'd had so few occasions to laugh lately.
Arline had returned so I went in to give Arline my
report on Melina. Arline was on her bed, waving a
little cocaine vial with some cloudy liquid in it.
"This is my insurance policy for the doctor. It's some
of his scum. I collected it just after he left. If he
rats on me or if I get pregnant by him, I have proof
that will destroy him if I need to. How's Melina?"
"She seems better" I said "She had a bowel
movement and ate some breakfast."
"A bowel movement," said Arline. "Guess that
means you've had breakfast too, huh?"
"Yes." I answered.
End Part 34/56 Continued in part 35/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 35/56
Summary: Arline hurts our hero. Melina needs to be
serviced by our hero.
Keywords: b,g,bg,F/b,bd,sad,tort,rom,anal,ht,ws
oral,copr
Incensed.
The next day Arline woke me up early and gave me
my bath and breakfast. "Let's go, I owe you, for
letting me fall asleep in your bed. It's piss covered
and my arm fell asleep, you know." Arline smiled
affectionately and grabbed my arm. She led me gently
to my room and tied me face down on bed with pillows
bolstering my mid section.
Was she going to do the hot poker thing? I
wondered.
"Let me see, what can we do today? What to do?
What to do? I know, let's burn some incense to help
clear my mind while I decide how to punish you."
Arline got some duct tape and taped my ass cheeks
apart. "Three sticks ought to be enough." Arline took
three sticks of incense and cut the stems off at
different lengths. Then she fanned out the three
sticks placing them into my butt hole each with a
consecutively longer lead-time. Then she lit the
incense. "Mmmm patchouli. Don't you love patchouli?"
I hated patchouli. I felt it was more unbearable
than the torture that I was about to receive. I
decided not to answer her. Arline walked around the
room dusting and pinching my ass cruelly as she waited
for the first of the sticks to reach the first stage.
Soon I was feeling the first of the sticks, the
glowing ember began getting close enough to start
warming my ass. Actually, it felt rather nice against
the cold air of the room, but that was only until it
got to the second stage. The heating stage, where it
began to feel like very hot water. Not terrible, but
not soothing either. Next, it began to itch, my ass
cheeks tried to close reflexively, but the tape did its
job and held them open.
The first incense began to sting and I began to
twitch but Arline had tied the knots well, I could not
escape, and neither did my twitching exorcise the
incense. Subsequently the incense reached the next
stage; the burning stage. I began to open and close my
fists preparing for the inevitable next stage, the
unbearable stage. Whereupon, there was nothing I could
do except clench my fists, grit my teeth, tremble and
scream for the next two minutes until the ember
extinguished itself within the folds of my back door.
Needless to say, that's what I did.
I got only a few moments respite from the pain
before the next incense began warming a different part
of my ass. Once again the warming felt nice but was
foreboding. "What do you want from me, Arline?" I
said.
"I want to pay you back for my waking up with my
arm around you" Arline said, a caustic look on her
face. "You don't deserve affection from me." She
said.
"What can I do to avoid this, I'll do anything you
want." I said.
"I want you to clench your fists, grit your teeth,
tremble and scream," She answered smugly.
I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, trembled
and screamed. "Not good enough." Arline said "I know
you can do better. Try again."
I did it again, only tighter, harder, faster and
louder.
"That was better, but was still not convincing
enough." Arline said "I'm sure you can do even
better."
I tried a third time. Arline said "Much better,
but I was hoping you'd put more... uh... soul into it."
By then the second incense had reached the
unbearable stage. I clenched, grit, trembled and
screamed for the next two minutes.
"There you go." Said Arline, "I knew you could do
it. Now just do it once more like that for me, and
I'll be happy."
I tried, but Arline obviously had decided on three
sticks and she wasn't going to sell herself short or
let me off with less.
By the end of the third incense, I was drenched in
sweat and ready for sleep.
Arline took a towel and dried me off. Then she
said "Oh Charlie's here, he wants to bugger you. No
need to get up."
Arline brought Charlie into the room. "Patchouli"
he said. "Oh I love patchouli." Then he did me.
Fortunately, it was over in a moment. Charlie was hot
to trot, and he came instantly, squirting hot jizz into
my violated rectum. He never suspected that I was
damaged goods, but he enjoyed the goods part. (So to
speak.) He called Arline but Arline did not answer.
Then he stuck a rolled up hundred dollar bill in my
asshole and left.
Arline was in the bathroom, taking a shower. She
had taken the hand held shower down from the wall and
unscrewed the head. Then she sat in the tub, took the
free end of the hose and stuck it deep into her vagina.
She continued to do this for thirty-five minutes while
the water from the hose irrigated her internally and I
waited.
Afterward she dried off and put her bathrobe on.
She went into my room, took the hundred-dollar bill and
untied me. She told me to take care of Melina. Then
she went into her bedroom.
A Full Service Station.
I went into Melina's room and checked her out.
She needed to pee so I took care of that. The licking
stimulated her and she said "suck my sphincter" I did
and was rewarded with a couple of small firm turds,
nice neat ones with good character and a fine bouquet.
I twisted my head to get out from under her.
"Wait." Melina said, then, she whispered "Suck me off.
Please." I replied that the doctor had said no heavy
activity. Melina said "But I don't want you to attack
me with a two inch thick dildo, or sit on me with four
hundred pounds of fat." I just want some simple,
gentle, oral stimulation."
"I don't know, Melina," I said. "Arline's right
next door."
"Don't worry, I'll be quiet." Melina said, "She
won't know anything."
"For the record" I said, "I think this is a really
stupid idea."
"If Arline catches us, we'll just tell her that I
was peeing and you were cleaning me off." Suggested
Melina
I moved under her vagina. Melina's flavor was
good, except for maybe a slightly bloody taste, as if
she was at the end of her period. I was starting to
enjoy her flavor when I realized that part of her
flavor was that of sperm. I grappled with the idea
that all those men who had had sex with her had left
their mark on her. Dirtied her, polluted her,
contaminated her, defiled her, despoiled her, on and
on, I began to get sick. It was then that I
comprehended that taking care of Melina was the most
important thing in the world; that it was my job now,
and just like any other job there were some positives
and some negatives. I would do the best job I could,
no matter what; even if it meant swallowing an
occasional foreign sperm.
Melina was now breathing gently but rapidly. She
was moaning softly "Mmmmmmmm." I could hear her but I
was sure Arline couldn't. Then she bent over and began
sucking on my penis. Though my penis had been soft,
somehow, Melina was able to make it erect.
I thought about what had made me hard. Was it
that Melina's pheromones that were simply enticing me?
Was it recognizing that it was my duty to please
Melina? Was it the eminent danger of Arline catching
us? Was it the sense of impending doom that Arline had
instilled in me regarding the poker? Did the thought
of the poker actually make me hot? I realized that in
a sense, I actually wanted Arline to do it to me. How
would it feel? I wondered.
I continued licking Melina's vagina, though I was
being careful not to go too deep. It didn't matter.
Soon Melina was digging her ass into my face, forcing
my tongue deeper and rocking back and forth. She was
still sucking on my now erect penis and I was rocking
back and forth too.
Melina and I began breathing synchronously,
heavily, though quietly. Then Melina began squeaking.
I put my hand over her mouth. She got the message and
began squeaking more quietly.
Next Melina arrived at the "Ohh ohh ohh" stage.
Once again, I had to remind her to be quiet by putting
my hand over her mouth. This stage lasted quite a
while. She kept getting louder and I kept reminding
her. Recognizing that Melina wasn't entirely in
control, I didn't get angry, but Arline was right
outside our door and we were in great peril, at least I
was. I knew Arline wouldn't punish Melina until she
got better, but I also knew that I would wind up taking
the brunt of the punishment if Arline found out.
I figured this might be the final straw, which
sent the red-hot poker plummeting into my rectum. I
was sure Arline wanted to do it to me but was just
waiting for the right justification. She probably
wouldn't do it to me without an appropriate excuse.
Meanwhile Melina had reached the
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" stage and she wasn't being
quiet about it. Several attempts to quiet her by
placing my hand over her mouth were unsuccessful. I
did the only thing I could think of, to quiet her. I
put my hands around her throat and squeezed.
While that quieted Melina down somewhat at first,
it proved to be a turn on for her and soon, she got
even louder.
The sound of her reaching that apogee of orgasm
along with the rasping of her being choked was quite a
turn on for me too and I soon climaxed. To my delight,
Melina sucked the sperm right out of me and swallowed
it. No one had ever done that to me before. I can't
begin to describe how great it felt. "Bliss" is the
only word I can think of to describe it.
Fortunately, for us, Arline was in her room,
busying herself with her own demons and it didn't seem
as if she had heard us. I made a quick, mental "sign
of the cross," and wiped my brow impulsively. After I
caught my breath, I said "You swallowed my sperm."
Melina smiled amicably.
"You once asked me not to, and after that time, I
never came inside you again. Doesn't it disgust you to
swallow that?" I asked.
"No, it came from you and I love you." said
Melina.
The words "I love you" struck me like a truck. I
couldn't remember her having said that before. This
was a radical change in her attitude. When she first
came to the house, she hated me. Did she really love
me now? Did I deserve this? Did I even have the right
to be loved by someone as wonderful and as beautiful as
Melina? I wondered. I began to obsess over Melina.
Sure, I loved Melina. Loving somebody is one
thing, but having someone love you. That was an
entirely different matter. It was a great
responsibility and I wasn't sure this eleven-year-old
boy was up to the task. I began crying.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Melina asked,
confused.
I couldn't answer her. My heart was in about a
dozen pieces and I knew it wouldn't be repaired for at
least seven more years. Maybe never. How could I tell
her that love is a fatal illness for which there is no
cure. That I was hopelessly afflicted. And now
apparently, so was she.
I said nothing. I hoped it was just a figure of
speech she was using, but I knew we were lost on some
dirt road, deep in Shitville, and there was no map to
guide us out.
"I have an idea," said Melina affably, "why don't
you make me lunch now."
I got up, glad that something had come up to
relieve the tension which was now about as thick as KY
jelly. "I'll be right back," I said, choking on my
words.
I went to the kitchen. There on the counter was a
bottle with Melina's antibiotics. There was no other
prescription. I looked in the fridge; Arline had
bought a few groceries. I took the antibiotics and a
glass of water and went back to the bedroom. I gave
Melina her medication and then said "We have ham,
cheese and ham and cheese.
"I'll have the ham and cheese." Melina responded.
Do you want it plain or grilled?" I asked.
"I'll have it grilled if it's not too much
trouble." Said Melina. "Where are the sleeping
pills?" she asked.
"I didn't see any," I said.
Melina paused. "Go, get me my sandwich," she
said. She looked very distressed.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing" Melina answered, too quickly, it seemed.
"Something's the matter. What?" I asked again.
Melina paused for a long time. I could see that
there was some emotionality surfacing. "Okay," she
said, "Arline has had trouble with sleeping pills
before. They call them "downers" you know. She was
addicted to them. One day she took too many and she
overdosed. She almost died, and when she got back from
the hospital, she was different. That's when the
beatings started. She's never been the same since."
"I didn't know." I said. I went to the kitchen
and cooked Melina's lunch. Then I brought Melina two
sandwiches on a plate.
Melina peeked inside one and said "Where's the
shit?"
"I put ham on, instead." I answered her. "You
don't mind, do you?" Melina smiled.
Melina ate half of one of the sandwiches and
insisted I finish the rest. I did. I realized that it
was about the best thing I'd eaten since Arline and
Melina had arrived. "I'm a good cook, no?" I asked.
Melina smiled again. I was glad to see her smile. We
had not had much to smile about lately.
End Part 35/56 Continued in part 36/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 36/56
Summary: Arline does drugs. She forces our hero
to do drugs too. Almost kills him twice. Our
hero saves Arline's life.
Keywords: drug,copr,ws,bd,sad,elec,Fdom,cbt,anal,
ht,ws,oral,copr
Arline Goes Riding High. (Part 1)
At Melina's urging, I went to Arline's room and
knocked on the door. "What do you want?" Arline
answered. She sounded funny.
I asked her whether she wanted a sandwich,
"There's ham and cheese. Melina had hers grilled, do
you want one?" I asked.
"Go away, asshole, I'm not hungry." Arline
replied. Her speech was slurred.
"Melina sent me to check on you. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she drawled. "Go away."
"We were wondering where the sleeping pills were.
Melina said you might know where they are. Do you?"
"It's none of your fucking business."
"Melina wanted me to ask you," I said.
"It's none of her fucking business either. Go
away." Arline answered.
For some reason, I decided that maybe I'd better
go into the room to check on her. I opened the door.
It turned out to be a very bad idea. I didn't know it
then, but opening that door then, as it turned out,
would start me down a path, which led to a very dark
place in all of our lives.
There was Arline at the far side of the room, on
the floor, in a pool of her own vomit. She was sitting
against the wall with her knees drawn against her
chest, and her thumb in her mouth. Her bathrobe, hand
and mouth were all covered in puke.
"I told you to go away." Said Arline, "You should
have listened to me. Now I'm going to make you sorry."
Arline got up and staggered across the floor. She
grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the other side of
the room. Then she pointed to the vomit on the floor
and said "Clean this mess up." I started to leave for
some towels, but Arline kept her grasp on my arm.
"Lick it clean." She said smiling. I tried to break
away, but she was amazingly strong for someone in such
an incapacitated condition. She said "Start with my
face." With that, she pulled me over to her and kissed
me, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth.
I'd never tasted her tongue before. Suffice it to
say, it wasn't the best kiss I'd ever gotten. I loved
it when Melina kissed me, but this kiss, which lasted
almost a minute, besides being pukey, was terribly
bitter. "Clean off my face." she said. I resisted.
"Do you want me to have to use the hot-poker now?" she
asked. "I'll use it and then I'll make you clean this
up anyway. It will just be a lot more painful. I
think you'll look really funny climbing around on your
hands and knees with that poker sticking out of your
ass." I believed her. She was squeezing on my arm so
hard it hurt. She pulled my face over to her with her
other arm and said "Do it."
I began licking her face. It tasted terrible.
The puke was terribly acetic and bitter, and it made me
nauseous. After she was satisfied that her face was
clean she brought her puke covered hand over and had me
lick that clean too. I began gagging. "Don't tell me
you've never eaten someone's puke before." Arline said
smiling.
Unbelievable as it sounds, I hadn't. I guessed
I'd lived a charmed life up till then. Or maybe I
just didn't know what I was missing.
Arline pulled my arm down and made me get on my
knees. "Now clean this up." She said pointing to the
floor. "We'll do the bathrobe in the washing machine.
It won't lick clean anyway. Get moving."
I got down on the floor and began licking the puke
up. Surely, it had to be better doing it now than
doing it with a poker up my ass. It didn't taste like
normal puke, at least not mine, it was sour, like mine,
but it was also terribly bitter. I started at one end
of the puddle and began working my way to the other
side. While I did it, I continued to heave, but I did
not let myself throw up. I wasn't sure whether it was
the bitter taste of the puke that was making me gag or
just the idea of eating someone else's puke.
About halfway through the job, I began to feel
light headed. I looked up and the world looked tilted.
Arline saw me stop. "What's the matter, you full
already?" She asked sneeringly. She was wearing her
evil smile.
"I don't feel so good." I said.
"It's the drugs," said Arline. "You're probably
getting off. Don't worry you'll get used to it.
You'll probably even like it once you're used to it.
Keep cleaning." I went back to work.
Soon, the world began spinning diagonally and I
began having a hard time aiming my tongue correctly.
Arline had let me go, and I kept falling over and
giggling.
"There you go," said Arline. "You're having a good
time now, aren't you?"
"No, the puke's too bitter" I said. Then I
started laughing.
"Don't worry you'll come to appreciate the taste
when it starts coming back up." Said Arline. "Get
back to work. Don't lollygag"
"I can't help it. The floor is like a gigantic
lollypop and it's making me gag. "Lollygagging"" I
said. I began laughing again. Then I fell down
again. This time my face landed in an as yet
uncleaned surface of the floor and I got puke on my
face and in my hair. I kept laughing.
Arline asked, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"No." I said. "I feel like I've taken one too
many rides on the merry-go-round." Then I threw up.
The ham and cheese sandwiches mixed with whatever
Arline had eaten last. Arline was right; I did
appreciate the bitter taste when it came back up.
Throwing up made me feel better.
"I think you've had enough, for now. We'll save
the rest for later." said Arline.
Arline took some pills from a bottle. To my
surprise, she swallowed then down without water. Then
she said "Let's take a bath together"
I didn't feel like getting wet, but for some
reason I was feeling like Arline and I were partners
now, and I said okay.
Arline and I staggered into the bathroom together.
It's not as if we had to get undressed or anything, we
were already in our "bath clothes." Arline had me get
into the shower first. Then she turned on the water.
The cold water rushed over my body while I waited for
it to warm up. I was accustomed to that by now. I had
to steady myself by holding on to the side of the tub
to keep from falling down. After the water warmed up,
Arline got in with me.
Despite being a nymphomaniac Arline was usually
pretty demure. Most often, she blindfolded me when we
were having sex. Today she was uninhibited, immodest
and open. (In more ways than one.) She sat at one
side of the bathtub and spread her knees wide apart.
This was a show I'd almost never seen except when the
guy with the gun forced her to do it at gunpoint.
I sat back and pretended not to look. Arline saw
me turn away. "Like what you see?" asked Arline
cheerfully, "Watch this." with that she stuck her
fingers deep inside her vagina and pulled her lips wide
apart leaving a gaping hole so big I could see her
teeth at the other end. "Bet you didn't know my pussy
could do tricks. Watch this," she said. With that,
she took the bar of soap and stuck it up her snatch
until it disappeared. Then she flexed her stomach
muscles and the bar of soap shot out halfway across the
bathtub.
Arline told me to get the hand held sprayer down.
This wasn't easy in my condition, and I almost fell.
Then she had me unscrew the showerhead from the hose.
Arline stuck the hose up her snatch and irrigated for a
long while. We made light conversation. Arline
confided in me that she wasn't confident that all of
the doctor's sperms were out of her.
"That's why you're doing this now, isn't it?" I
asked.
"Yeah." she said.
"Do you think it is going to make a difference
now?" I asked.
"No, but it makes me feel better." She said.
Then she said "Let's make it a real bath. Put the plug
in."
I took the plug from the rim of the bathtub and
stuck it in the drain hole. "Just like fucking" Arline
said, smiling. Then she said "I need you, I don't want
to get piss in the bath water. I lay down and she sat
on my head. She urinated into my mouth and I swallowed
every drop of the precious elixir.
Then she said "I have to go potty too. We don't
want to get the water all dirty so don't spill any."
She continued to sit on my face shifting her position
appropriately and began to dump a load down my throat.
She was going hard and fast, but I was able to keep up
with her and nothing spilled.
By now, the bath water was beginning to cover my
ears, and she said "suck me off."
With the water covering my ears, I barely heard
her. I rinsed my tongue off with my saliva and began
sucking on her twat. Before long the water had risen
to my chin and was getting in my mouth, I wasn't sure
whether Arline was unaware of this, or whether she knew
it was happening and didn't care, but I was having
difficulty breathing.
Water was now going down my nose and I was
drowning. From what I could hear when the waves went
below my ears, Arline was in the light orgasmic "Ohh,
Ohh, Ohh" stage. I figured she would get infuriated if
I interrupted her, but I reckoned her punishment
couldn't be much worse than drowning. Just the same, I
thought about the red-hot poker and decided to continue
until breathing became impossible.
Breathing became impossible. I tried to push
Arline off of me but she was much too heavy and besides
that, she had me in a cunt-lock. I began shaking my
head back and forth in an effort to warn Arline about
my plight. Arline found it erotic and sat down even
harder on my face. I woke up on the floor of the
bathroom. Arline was giving me CPR, naked. "You
okay?" she drawled.
"Guess I will be. No thanks to you." I
sputtered.
"Don't you mean "thanks to me?" Said Arline, her
speech slurring, "I saved your life, you know."
I looked up at Arline unimpressed. Arline got the
message. "I'm sorry." She mumbled.
Arline was apologizing to me for only the third
time since I'd known her. I guessed that counted for
something. And hey, she wasn't threatening to use the
poker anymore.
I got up and decided to see how Melina was doing.
I took a zigzag trip into the bedroom. Melina woke up.
"How you doing" I said with garbled speech.
Melina's face took on an expression of repugnance.
"You're high." She exclaimed loudly.
"I couldn't help it," I said. "Arline made me
lick up her puke and it made me high."
Now, Melina had an expression of disbelief on her
face. "Puke doesn't do this, pills do this. How could
puke have done this to you?"
Melina had completely discounted what I said about
having had to lick up Arline's puke, as if it was an
everyday occurrence.
"The puke had drugs in it." I said.
"Oh my God," said Melina, ashamed for not
believing me. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't feel bad, Arline had to drown me before she
said she was sorry."
"What?"
"Never mind, it's water under the bridge, uh... over
my head... uh... oh whatever." I drawled.
Melina looked confused.
"Forget about it." I said.
"Wait a minute," said Melina suddenly, "Arline
made you lick up her puke?"
"I'm okay. I've never had puke before, but I'm
enjoying it." I drawled.
"That's what I'm worried about." said Melina.
"She actually made you lick up her puke?"
"I thought that's how everybody got high their
first time." I said smiling.
"Go to your room and sleep it off." Melina said.
"You're in no shape to take care of me now. I guess
Arline's not in any better shape, huh?"
I tottered over to my room and woke up a few hours
later. Arline was calling me. "Get your ass over here
you mother fucker. You're supposed to be taking care
of Melina. Where the fuck are you?"
I had woken up in good spirits. The drugs hadn't
worn off completely and I was still a little dopey. I
went into Arline's room. She was lying naked on her
bed, her legs spread apart as if she were airing out
her cunt. I said "You called me "mother fucker."
That's funny, mom. What do you need?"
Arline didn't smile. She was not in a whimsical
mood. "Finish cleaning this up she said pointing to
the puke. Clean yours up too. I want this floor clean
enough to eat off of."
""Eat off of." That's funny," I said.
Arline was wearing her sneer again "Get started
you little fart."
I started licking again. Some of the puke had
dried on the floor. It was causing problems. But I
knew Arline was depending on me to do a good job, so I
worked hard. Soon the floor was clean and I was bombed
again. "Good job." said Arline. She watched me
falling on the floor. "You're high again, aren't you?"
"Um hum" I said.
"You like it don't you?"
"Um hum" I said.
"Maybe I'll puke again for you, some other time"
she said.
"Yes, I love puke" I said.
"Service me, "my little mother fucker"" Arline
said.
I got on the bed, gave her a lube job and rotated
her tires. Then checked her oil repeatedly, with my
"dipstick." When I was done, she was satisfied. No
hot-poker treatment for me today I thought to myself.
Then Arline got up and grabbed my arm. "Come on,"
she said. Arline seemed amicable. I went with her
without resistance. She led me to my room and put on
the wrist restraints.
"Stay here" she said and then staggered out of the
room. When she came back, she had a lamp and an
extension cord. She plugged in the extension cord, but
did not connect the lamp. Then she pulled the electric
cables out of the lamp and stripped a portion of
insulation from each lead.
I became apprehensive when she started pushing one
of the bare wires up my rear end. I tried to escape,
but I fell over. Arline took the other wire and tied
it around my balls. Then she plugged the wires into
the extension cord. I lit up.
I remember being in great pain, and feeling an
intense burning in my ass and balls. Also, I remember
feeling the electric current surging through my body
like an orgasm gone wild. Then I remember waking up on
the floor Arline was naked, giving me CPR again.
After I had come to for a few seconds, Arline said
"Lucky I'm a nurse, huh?"
"Lucky, that's it. That's the second time you've
had to give me CPR today." I reminded her.
The wires were still connected to my body, "Do you
want me to plug you in again?" Arline asked.
I shook my head "no."
Arline told me to go in and see if Melina needed
anything, then she went to the bathroom to take another
bath, and to douche out again.
I went to Melina's room. Melina saw me wobble in.
"Don't tell me you're high again."
"Arline made me clean up the rest of the floor."
I drawled. "Do you need anything?" I asked.
"I need caretakers who are responsible and sober.
You are in no shape to take care of me, like that."
I apologized to Melina.
"I have to pee. Can you handle that now?" Melina
asked indignantly.
"I'm ready and willing to serve." I said. And I
did.
"I want some dinner now. Do you think you can
handle that?"
I went into the kitchen and made some macaroni and
cheese. Pretty much, it all went well, except that the
macaroni wound up a little overcooked, and I spilled
some of the water on the stove. I brought the pot and
two spoons in to Melina. We shared the macaroni and
enjoyed each other's company for a while. It was a
good time.
Melina sent me off to check on Arline. She wasn't
in her bedroom. I went to the bathroom to find her
there. When I got there, Arline was lying in the tub
with the hose up her vagina and the plug in the tub.
Arline was asleep. The water had filled the tub
all the way above Arline's upper lip. She was coughing
reflexively but she wasn't waking up. I shook Arline,
but she didn't wake up. In desperation, I removed the
plug and then grabbed Arline. Fortunately, the water
made Arline more buoyant and I was able to lift her up
some. I'm positive that I saved Arline's life then.
Another few seconds and the water would have completely
covered her nose and neither Melina nor I knew CPR.
After the water ran out, the cold air woke Arline,
who still had the hose up her crotch. "What are you
doing in here?" she asked.
"Saving your life" I answered. "We're even now."
"I saved you twice, you still owe me one." She
mumbled.
"You mean you almost killed me twice. Don't you?"
I said.
Arline smiled and spread her legs. She removed
the hose and then said "Have you seen this trick?"
With that she stuck her fingers in and opened up her
vagina. I shook my head "yes." Then she grabbed the
soap and said "Well how about this one." I actually
wanted to see that trick again, but I told Arline that
she had already shown me that one too. "Where's my
towel?" Arline asked disheartened. I went and got a
towel and Arline dried off. As she walked naked to her
bedroom, I noticed again how beautiful she was. Arline
had a perfect ass. She got onto the bed and spread her
legs wide apart and then said "Do me."
"How do you want it done?" I asked.
I want you underneath eating me out. I got onto
the bed. Arline rolled on top of me. When I stuck my
tongue in, Arline had no flavor. She had rinsed it all
away. I was more than a little discouraged. I began
working away on her.
Then Arline bent over, stuffed my dick in her
mouth, and began giving me head. I was astonished.
She usually avoided my penis like the plague. Now she
was giving me an exceptional blowjob. I didn't even
know she knew how to give blowjobs.
The downers must have suspended her inhibitions.
Without her inhibitions, Arline was a slut. I decided
that I liked having her this way. No wonder Melina
hated it when Arline did downers. If somebody were to
be visiting our house right now, I knew she would be
really embarrassed to have them see her mother acting
like this. "God, she's also my mother." I realized, I
would be embarrassed too. Jeez, I realized, that's
probably how she wound up getting pregnant with Melina.
Anyway, we had a wonderful time. When I climaxed,
Arline sucked the sperm out and swallowed it.
"Didn't that disgust you?" I asked.
" No, it came from you and I love you.." said
Arline.
"Oh my God," I thought," that's twice today."
"Oh and as long as it doesn't go up my cunt." She
added. "Don't I disgust you?" Arline asked.
"No Mistress Arline." I said.
"You called me Mistress Arline, I like that. I
want you to call me that, from now on." Said Arline.
"Okay" I said.
"Okay, what?" Asked Arline demandingly.
"Okay, Mistress Arline" I said.
The drugs were wearing off, and Arline was
beginning to feel a little more like herself. Arline
obviously didn't like that. She took some more pills
out and swallowed them. Then she took out some more
and gave them to me. "Swallow these." She demanded.
"I don't do drugs." I said.
""I don't do drugs, what?" Arline said.
""I don't do drugs, Mistress Arline." I said.
"Well, now you do." She said, forcing the pills
into my hand.
Arline was definitely enjoying having a partner in
crime. There was no point in trying to talk her out of
it. I knew she would be averse to my refusing to join
her on her journey.
I took the pills and popped them in my mouth. I
did not have the long years of experience with them
that she had, and they did not go down. "You'd better
get some water now. If they melt, you'll be in for a
rough time." I got up and drank some water. The pills
had just started to melt, and I got just a small taste
of them. They were incredibly bitter. Worse than
puke, I thought. I gagged for a minute, but not
wanting to have to clean the floor up again, I
swallowed them down.
Thirty minutes later, we were both stoned. Arline
got on top of my face and began sucking my dick again.
I wasn't ready to come again, but it felt great. I
stuck my tongue inside her and began playing around.
Arline moaned with appreciation until I threw up.
Arline got down from the bed and began pulling me by
the arm to my bedroom. I kept falling down, so she
dragged me on my bare ass across the floor and the rug
to my room. She tied me to the bed face down and began
to cane me. Actually, high as I was, it was somewhat
pleasurable. "We should do this more often Mistress
Arline." I said.
End Part 36/56 Continued in part 37/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 37/56
Summary: Arline tries masochism. Our hero makes an
enormous mistake.
Keywords: b,bg,F/b,bd,b/F,nc,sm,drug,ds,anal,oral,piv
creampie,ws,vore,toys
Arline Goes Riding High. (Part 2)
Arline continued to beat me until every inch of my
ass was bright red. Dissatisfied, Arline went into her
room grabbed the guy with the gun's bag and returned.
Then she took out the blowtorch and lit it. She began
heating the rod up while I waited with anticipation for
her.
I wasn't sure why, but suddenly, I became
apprehensive about the prospect of having the poker
shoved up my ass. I guess, high as I was, I wasn't so
high that rational thought was completely gone.
"Mistress Arline," I said, "you don't want to do
this. Remember how you felt when the guy did it to
you. Surely, you can find another way to punish me.
Remember about how you said that the customers might
complain if they see grill marks on my ass. and how
it's likely that afterward I'd be all crusty inside and
how that might be a turn off for them."
Arline paused for a minute. "I don't want to hear
it." She said. With that, she put the torch and the
rod down. Then she went to the closet and pulled out
the ball gag, stuffed it into my mouth and tied the
strap behind my head. "Now what do you have to say for
yourself." she asked.
"Uhh, uhuh uhuh huh huhuhu... etc." I answered
panicked. It wasn't the most eloquent statement I'd
ever made, I guess, but I hoped that my anxiety and
concern had come through in the muffled verbiage.
Arline smiled and began heating the rod again.
Just then, the flame died. The torch had run out of
fuel. "Shit" said Arline. She stuck the rod up my ass
anyway but it was barely warm. For some reason, I was
almost as discouraged as she appeared to be. I figured
it had to be the drugs.
I began to grapple with the possibility that
maybe, I really wanted Arline to do it. Why? I
wondered. I decided that I probably just wanted to get
it over with. After Arline did it to me, she would be
satisfied, and would stop holding it over my head.
Then I thought, maybe I just wanted to brave it. If
Arline could take it, then so could I, and after that
she would respect me. No, I thought, maybe I really
just want to know how it feels. After Arline did it to
me, I would be satisfied. Agonized, but satisfied.
Then it occurred to me that I probably wanted her to do
it in order to give me some sort of sexual thrill.
Incredible as it sounded. I realized that I was
actually looking forward to having her do it.
Did I really want this? I wondered. Yes, I did.
I decided that I would try to encourage her to go to
the hardware store and get a new gas canister.
Dejectedly, Arline removed the ball gag, untied me
and left the room. I staggered off to her room to be
with my party girl and to put my plan regarding the
hardware store into action. I was pretty stoned. When
I got inside her room I said "Don't worry, Mistress
Arline, I won't really feel it now anyway. We'll get a
new gas canister and then you can do it to me sometime
when I can really feel it." I said cordially.
After four days, the pills ran out and we were
faced with withdrawal. While Melina and I were ready
for this to happen, Arline wasn't. She made a couple
of phone calls and drove off. When she got back, she
had a plastic sandwich bag filled with pills, which she
tossed casually on her dresser after forcing me to
swallow two.
Melina was not happy. During the few days while
the original pills lasted, Melina had lived pretty much
on a steady diet of bottled water, antibiotics and ham
and cheese sandwiches. She was hoping that once the
pills ran out, she would get a better quality of care
from us.
Now, it appeared that Arline had gotten enough
pills to last a long time. So it didn't look like
Melina was going to be well cared for anytime soon.
Moreover, we were rapidly running out of food. Arline
had long ago learned the lesson that one couldn't drive
stoned out on downs, so it began to look as if Melina
was going to starve.
The next day, it dawned on me that masochism and
sadism were two sides of the same coin and one did not
necessarily have to choose a side. Dreaming up
tortures to use on myself had become as stimulating as
receiving those tortures, and I began to imagine using
those tortures on other people. I got high just
thinking about how it would feel to do such and such to
myself, then, about doing it to someone else, Melina
perhaps. Arline and I began dreaming up things to do
to me, then Arline would do those things to me, and
then usually, we would have sex.
One luxury in which I never indulged, was to
consider using the tortures on Arline. That seemed
sacrilegious. Verboten. Warped. Arline, I guess, was
my mother figure after all, and I would not allow
myself to debase her image. To derive pleasure out of
hurting her seemed, well despicable. It seemed so
immoral to me that I never discussed it with her. It
just never occurred to me as something that would
logically follow in our relationship.
So when she asked me that day if I ever considered
"wielding the switch." I got angry with her and didn't
talk to her for the rest of the day. Eventually, after
the silence, it occurred to me that perhaps she felt
guilty about being so mean to me, but I rationalized
that she was just punishing me to be a good mother.
Maybe she was a little rigid, a little over the top,
but not unreasonable.
I resolved to talk to her the next day and
straighten things out with her.
The next day I got up and we showered as usual.
We had breakfast and I began to talk about my feelings
over the meal. "I know I haven't always been the best
son ever. I'm willful, careless, insensitive,
disobedient, and I deflowered your daughter." I was
off to a bad start. Arline already had her hackles up.
She raised an eyebrow and peered at me through one eye.
Her hand was reaching towards her lash. "Maybe we can
talk about this later." I suggested.
"What do you want?" she asked impatiently.
"Well, you asked me if I thought I might like to
uh... afflict you, and I didn't think it was my place
to uh... do that, and I got mad at you, uh... and
didn't talk to you and I had time to consider things,
and so I was thinking uh... that maybe, you just feel
guilty about being so uh... austere with me and all,
but I like it, and I don't think you are uh... mean to
me at all, and besides I deserve to be uh... chastised
by you, I'm not a perfect person uh..."
"Get to the point." Said Arline. She was now
rolling the switch on the table as she so frequently
did when she was getting ready to beat me. I was
getting hot.
"Oh God" I thought, this wasn't going the way I
hoped it would. I reached over and intentionally
spilled the glass of pee, which was sitting in front of
me. Arline grabbed my leash and pulled me to the other
side of the table. Then she struck me ten times on the
ass with the switch. The hot flashing waves of pain
were at once, calming me down and causing an erection,
which now was bouncing against the table.
By now, I had given up on my conversation and was
hoping Arline would soon take me into her room, tie me
down, beat me with her switch, then force me to fuck
her, against my will the way I loved to have her do it.
Most of that happened.
First Arline led me into her room, and then she
tied me up, face down, spread eagle on her bed. She
had leather restraints for my wrists and ankles on her
bed just for this purpose, and then she whipped the
shit out of me aiming for the crack of my ass. Then
she forced me to eat her out.
. Following that, Arline remained on top of my face
and said "So, what's on your mind."
Arline totally covered my face when she sat on
me and it was a running joke for her to ask me
questions that way, because, of course I couldn't
be understood beneath her organs. Arline grabbed me
by the balls and started squeezing them.
"Again." she said.
I began licking her outside and in, shallow, deep,
front and back. By now I was intimately familiar with
her organs and knew intuitively, just how to please
her. She was always harder to get off the second time,
but when she wanted something, she wanted it, and she
was not one to accept any other outcome.
I stuck my tongue deep inside and ran the tip of
it down the front of her vagina to the clitoris, all
the while holding her labia minora and stimulating them
gently between the corners of my mouth and the sides of
my tongue. She began rocking back and forth in time to
my licking and eventually began breathing heavily. I
continued licking and soon she was making the same
high-pitched squeaking noise that Melina made prior to
her climaxing. I continued working my tongue and
Arline orgasmed for a while splashing me with creamy
liquid, which I recognized as the fruit of my labor.
"Okay" said Arline, "What's this all about?"
Arline rolled off me and onto the bed alongside me. My
thoughts were now coherent and well organized. "Well,
earlier this week you said, you might uh... like to be
uh... tied up sometime."
Arline said "Yes..."
"And uh ... Maybe uh... stimulated somewhat ... uh
... What did you call it?... uh... Hurt, that was
it."
Arline said "Umhumm maybe."
"I was resistant to the idea, at first and now I
realize perhaps I was perhaps a little selfish too."
"Selfish?" asked Arline.
"You know... wanting to keep all the fun for
myself. Does this make any sense?"
"No." said Arline.
"You said you might want me to uh... hurt you
sometime. Is that true?"
"Well..." said Arline. She sounded like she was
afraid to admit it, but she wanted join in on the fun,
or at least to try it.
"Maybe a little" she said. "What would you do?"
If she weren't stoned on downers, she probably
would never have agreed. This did not occur to me.
I thought about it, and I decided that Arline
needed a highly controlled and structured environment.
Whatever I did, it would have to be prepared in advance
and okayed by her, or she wouldn't accept it.
This presented a problem because part of the
mystique of bondage and masochism lay in the fact that
the person doing the tying up, (the top) was totally in
control of the situation and the person being bound by
him or her, (the bottom) was totally helpless to do
anything about it, that is to say has no control over
the situation. The lack of control is a key stimulus
in the relationship. Having a series of events that
was planned too well, would spoil all of that suspense
for both parties.
"Let me sleep on it" I said. (When I woke up the next day, I found that I had been sleeping on it, and it was hard and long.)
The next day, I went to Arline after lunch and
showed her a sheet of paper. On it, I had written some
ideas that I had. I was going to tie her naked to her
bed and... "Face up or face down" she asked.
"Which would you prefer?" I asked.
"Face down" she said.
"Okay" I said.
"Legs together or spread apart?" She asked.
"Which would you prefer?" I asked.
"Legs together" she said.
"Okay," I said. I could see all the intrigue was
going to be spoiled our by her controlling nature.
"Let's start," I said.
We went into Arline's bedroom. Arline reluctantly
began removing her leather glove, I collected the stuff
and dropped it into a hamper as she discarded them.
"You won't need these anymore," I said.
Then she lay down on her bed and I placed the
leather wrist cuffs on her, face down, and buckled them
tightly. "Not so tight" she said.
"Too late now" I said, "I've already buckled
them."
"Don't restrain my legs." She said.
"It won't be much fun if you are too loose, you'll
just flop around. Don't worry, I won't do them too
tightly" I said.
"Okay" she said. I restrained her legs solidly.
By the time she realized I had tightened the restraints
to the max, she was unable to move.
"Hey" she said, "you said it wouldn't be too
tight."
"I lied," I said merrily. With that, I pinched
her ass cheek fiercely and twisted it around.
"Owwww" screamed Arline loudly.
"By the way, go ahead and scream if you want to.
Nobody can hear you." I said gloatingly. (God, did I
enjoy saying that.)
I ran to the freezer, pulled a couple of trays of
ice cubes out and began stuffing them up Arline's
asshole. They were large, square, had sharp corners,
and were of course ice cold. Arline tried to dislodge
them but I kept them going in faster than she could
shit them out and they began backing up.
Arline started screaming again "Go ahead and
scream" I said smiling. (God, it felt good to say
that.)
I ran around the room looking for more things to
stuff up her ass, and found a dildo, a bottle of Anti-
perspirant and some batteries. All of them went inside.
Then I took a bite of her ass cheek, not much, just
the tiny amount with my front teeth, but I bit down hard.
I actually tore off a very small piece of her ass,
chewed it up and swallowed it.
Arline screamed. I continued to suck on the wound
until it stopped bleeding. "That was yummy," I said.
"Maybe instead of eating you out, next time I'll eat
you up for a change." I said. "I've always wanted to
eat cunt. (In more ways than one.)
I began spanking her ass cheeks severely, so hard
in fact, that it hurt my hand, but I didn't stop. All
the while, she kept trying to eject the dildo and the
batteries, but I just kept on stuffing them back in.
Water from the ice cubes was leaking out, but I kept
lapping it up and spanking her hard. I had to reckon
with the fact that inflicting pain on someone was hard
work. Not as hard as having pain inflicted on you, but
no cake walk either.
Arline began crying for the first time since my
father went missing. "Oh, so you can dish it out, but
you can't take it" I said dispassionately.
"Okay, that's enough" Arline said. She had that
"or else" tone in her voice.
I knew the penalty for not obeying her when she
did that, would be severe, but I wasn't ready to stop,
I was drunk with power. (Not to mention stoned with
downs.) I wasn't being vindictive, or trying to get
revenge for all the times she had hurt me. I just
decided that I was going to give her what I thought
would be a "gratifying" experience.
Eventually, I ran into Arline's switch. An evil
smile crossed my lips as I put my hands on it and held
it in my grasp. I could feel the power it possessed.
Firm, round, black, and potent. "Payback is a mother
fucker." (So to speak.) I said. I brought the lash down brutally on her ass. Arline lurched forward and screamed. The switch left a nice red mark, which began swelling up in front of my eyes. "Huh," I said, satisfied. "So that's what you see in this! Pretty cool." Before Arline could respond, I struck again.
"Okay, that does it." Arline yelled angrily.
"I'm not done yet." I answered loudly. Arline
did not respond.
I struck her again. This time, Arline didn't
lurch forward, she didn't scream, she didn't do
anything. I struck again. There was still no response
from Arline. I remembered how Arline had stopped
responding when the guy with the gun beat her. I
wondered how she could turn her responses off, just
like that. I wondered if I had brought her over the
edge like the guy had.
I paused and ran my hand over her ass. Arline now
had four nice, red, swollen lash marks. I began to
worry that Arline was not going to play the game
anymore, and was going to spoil all the fun.
Then I began to worry about the repercussions of
my not having stopped when she gave me my warning.
Arline was now obviously really angry. Attempting to
absolve myself, I said "I'm sorry Arline. I've crossed
the line. I know. I was just trying to please you.
Aren't you at least a little glad I was so uh... austere
with you?"
Arline did not respond.
"I didn't know you were through playing the game
till it was too late." I said.
Arline did not respond.
"Please, Arline, give me some slack, I'll never do
it again."
Arline did not respond.
The words "deep shit" prophetic as they are in my
case, don't begin to describe the trouble I now
realized that I was in. After Arline stopped
responding , I knew eventually, I was going to feel her
wrath. She was going to exact her revenge on me one
way or another.
"Untie me you little piss head."
I began untying the restraints immediately. I
figured I had better not displease her any further.
Arline rolled over in the bed and spread her legs
apart. "Fuck me." She said. "Do a good job and I
won't use the hot poker."
Fortunately, for me, I had found the experience
exhilarating, and erotic. I was sporting an attractive
hard-on. Also fortunate for me, Arline had also found
the experience to be arousing. I began to think that I
might actually survive the mistake. Arline asking for
straight sex though, that was a bad sign. I decided
that it was the drugs talking, not her and I climbed on
top. I reached over and kissed her. Big mistake.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She yelled. "I
asked you to fuck me not to stick your tongue in my
mouth. You swallow scum with that tongue. Ahhhhhhhhh.
Barf" she said. I stuck my dick inside her and
resolved not to kiss her again, ever.
Arline was hot from the molestation I had
inflicted upon her, though she was not going to admit
it. So it wasn't long before she began going through
the stages of orgasm. Soon she reached a heightened
shrieking climax. She put her legs up around my waist
and closed them in a vise like grip. She had never
done this to me before and I found it extremely erotic.
Arline kept grinding on me and eventually her
action stimulated me until I began tingling. I wanted
to stop and tried to get off her, but she had locked
her legs around me and was now also hugging me around
my neck.
"Let me go, Mistress Arline." I said in
desperation.
Arline kept rocking her hips. Finally, I could
resist no longer and when I climaxed, I came deep
inside of her. Arline suddenly pushed me off her and
screamed. "Noooooooooooooooo." She reached inside
herself in disbelief. Then she screamed angrily and
loudly "Suck it out." I realize It's terribly clich�,
but if looks could kill, I was going to die in the most
horrible way possible.
With that, she pushed me over, jumped on top of my
face and began peeing. I held the urine in my mouth
and then blew it back up into her vagina as I had done
when the doctor did her. I kept taking it in and
letting it out. Recycling it, many times. The nectar
was polluted with my own sperm and I could taste it,
but Arline was desperate and I was remorseful.
Eventually the fluid disappeared as it had done
the previous times and Arline got off the bed. I knew
I was in for it. Arline picked me up by my balls and
pulled me to the bathroom. This was tortuous. She
whirled me around and into the bathtub, and turned on
the water. After the shower got warm, she got in,
grabbed the hose and removed the showerhead.
Arline jammed the hose up her pussy so hard it
couldn't have been comfortable. It appeared to be in a
full ten inches. I had no idea she was so deep.
Arline wasn't a large person; she was just bigger than
I was. But she obviously did have a large capacity.
I'm not the smallest guy in the world, the ruler says
eight and a half inches, but I fit easily inside her
with room to spare. I now wondered how deep Melina
was. She used to be pretty snug, though after the
months of violation, I wasn't so sure about that any
more.
Anyhow, Arline continued irrigating the area for
about an hour. After that, she got out of the shower
and grabbed me by the balls again. "Get me a towel."
She said. I pointed to my balls and made a gesture
that I thought would suggest to Arline that I needed
them to go with me.
"I know what I'm doing," she said. "Get moving."
She began squeezing my balls brutally.
This was obviously supposed to hurt. I pulled
away. It did hurt, but I made it away and got her a
towel. I draped the towel over her and rubbed her dry,
gently.
End Part 37/56 Continued in part 38/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 38/56
Summary: Arline exacts a very severe reprisal on our
hero. Arline gets chummy with our hero.
Keywords: F/b,bd,rim,sad,tort,viol,drug,ws,copr,anal,
ht,oral,piv,vore,creampie,rom
A Hot Game Of Poker.
Arline grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me to
the parlor. She bound me securely to the sawhorse. As
usual, she had my dick and balls impaled on the saw-
toothed crossbeam.
Arline tested the ropes that bound me to the
support, they were better than usual. Next she took
out the duct tape she used to spread my cheeks apart.
She taped my ass cheeks apart and I expected that she
was preparing me for the incense in the asshole game.
But then she left the room, and when she returned
she was carrying the guy with the gun's bag. She dug
around inside and then pulled something out.
"Surprise" Arline said. She held out her hand. In it
was a brand new canister of propane gas, the kind the
torch used. She had bought it when she went to score
the downs.
At that point, it was obvious that I was no longer
going to have to wait to find out what it felt like to
have a red-hot poker shoved into my ass. The long days
of anticipation were over. Despite the conspicuous
severity of this punishment, I was surprisingly
ambivalent about it. It probably had something to do
with the drugs Arline had made me take. They were
making it hard for me to feel anything about anything.
Arline pulled the old gas canister out of the bag
and began to remove the valve from it. She held it in
front of me rotating it slowly and deliberately, making
sure I watched her. Then, she screwed it onto the new
canister, just as slowly and deliberately. She looked
inside the bag for a lighter. It had apparently
disappeared, and finding none, she ran off into her
bedroom saying, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right
back."
She was.
By then I was beginning to become a little
apprehensive about having her do it, realizing that it
likely was not going to be as much fun as I had hoped.
But by then it was far too late to do anything about
it. Arline had made up her mind, and once she made up
her mind, whatever she had decided to do, was going to
happen. Nothing I could say or do would make any
difference to her.
That didn't stop me from trying. I began by
trying to reason with her. "Mistress Arline, you don't
want to do this. Remember, you were worried that it
would make me crusty inside and therefore less
desirable for your clients."
Arline said "We'll cross that bridge when we come
to it, besides, that might be a turn on for some of
them."
"Mistress Arline, you said it might be a turn off
if I have grill marks on my ass." I suggested.
"Don't worry, that's why I taped your cheeks apart
like that." Said Arline.
"I might be out of commission for a while, and
with Melina on the injured list there will be no steady
source of income." I said.
"Actually, I have a bit of money saved up. I'm
sure we'll be able to hold out until the two of you
recover. Well at least until she does. Maybe you
won't." She responded smiling.
"Mistress Arline, this is going to hurt a lot.
Remember how much it hurt when it happened to you?
Surely, you must be sympathetic having gone through
this yourself. You don't want to put me through this."
I said. "I'm not as strong as you are, I'll never
recover." I burst into tears.
Arline responded, "Stop crying baby. Dear child,
don't downplay your strengths, you're better than you
think you are. At least that's what I think. And
don't worry; I won't think any less of you if I'm
wrong. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?"
"You might permanently damage my asshole? I might
be out of business for life." I wept.
"I'm not worried." Said Arline. She lit the
lighter and began playing with the flame for my
benefit.
I was desperate. "Mistress Arline I'm sorry for
whatever I did to deserve this. I'll never do it
again." I sobbed.
"It's too late to be sorry now, the damage is
done." Arline said. She lit the blowtorch with the
lighter and began playing with the valve holding it in
front of my face, turning the flame higher and lower.
"What did I ever do to deserve this?" I asked.
Arline stared at the flame for a while as if she
was looking for a satisfactory answer in it. Then she
giggled. "Um... I guess, you were a shitty lay."
"But I always gave you long, loud, satisfying
orgasms. I never stopped until you told me to or you
got off me. You said you loved it."
"Yeah... I guess so. Don't worry; I'm sure
there's a good reason. Oh... that's right..." Then
she screamed "You tortured me after I told you to stop.
Then you shot scum inside my holy temple." She put the
torch down, went back into the bag and removed the
steel rod. Then she began heating it up.
"I'm really sorry. Mistress Arline. I'll never do
it again. Anyhow, you said it made you hot and you
said if I fucked you well enough after that, you
wouldn't do this. And I did a good job, didn't I?"
"But then you came inside me." She said. The rod
was now turning red. "Oh, by the way, go ahead and
scream. Nobody can hear you," she whispered, wearing
her evil smile.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I had taken my
best shot and now it looked like I had missed the
target and failed. "I couldn't help myself, you were
so hot. Surely there's something I can do or say that
will stop this madness." I said.
Arline paused. She stared long and hard at the
rod, which was now glowing bright red. "Are you really
sorry? Do you promise never to do it again?"
"Yes Mistress Arline I am really sorry. I will
never do it again." I said, a thread of hope coursing
through my brain.
"Maybe I'll have mercy on you and just burn you on
the balls." She said.
Somehow, that sounded better than the alternative.
I was hopeful. "Yes, do that." I said.
"Naaaaaaaaah" she said. With that, she plunged
the rod into my back door.
The rod made the same loud fart like noise that it
had when the guy with the gun did it to her.
For about the first second, I didn't feel
anything. But then, O H M Y G O D ! ! !. The
pain engulfed me like nothing I'd ever felt before. It
was a tidal wave that I could feel in every fiber of my
body. I screamed so loudly Arline held her ears. She
was smiling.
I lurched forward on the support so hard it
collapsed under me. All four legs kind of keeled over
and everything wound up on the floor, myself included.
The room became filled with smoke which smelled like
burned pork and shit.
Immediately I understood why Arline had puked when
the man did her. I began to toss my cookies
uncontrollably. This wasn't easy I was clenching my
teeth. Fortunately there wasn't much to bring up, just
a few pills, but that didn't stop me from trying
anyhow. I just kept gagging and retching. Next, I
began gasping for breath between heaves. My body
started shivering. I clenched my fists so tightly that
my fingers and wrist muscles began aching.
Arline bent over and looked me in the eye. She
was still smiling. "Bet you're sorry now." She said.
I couldn't answer her, I just kept gasping.
If I could have spoken at that moment, I would
have told her that the only things that I was really
sorry about, was for having satisfied her bizarre
sexual appetites all those times. And for having
obeyed her extraordinary demands all those times. And
for being there, for her to abuse in order to release
her hostility at my expense. And for letting her beat
me when she was angry at me or Melina and when she was
frustrated or wanted to be turned on or when or she
just wanted to be mean to someone. And for fucking,
and sucking, and being buggered, and stuck, and
whipped, and poked, and pinched, and pulled on, and
tortured, and raped, by her and all of her customers
and for smiling afterward "have a nice day" as if I had
enjoyed the experience, just to keep them happy for
her.
I would have told her I wasn't sorry for coming
inside her or for having hurt her when I played sadist,
or for the unkind words I had said to her following
Melina's injury, or for having deflowered Melina or for
anything bad I had ever done to her.
I would have told her that Melina was too good for
her and so was I. That she didn't deserve us. I would
have told her that when she fell asleep in the bath
water, I was now wishing that I had let her drown,
except that would have been too good for her. I wanted
to strangle her myself. Put a pillow over her face
while she wasn't stoned and was wide awake so she could
feel the life drain from her own body, and so that I
could watch it happen.
I now knew where she had gotten the chutzpah to
shoot the guy with his own gun. If only I had the gun,
I would have used it on her.
Arline had not yet removed the rod. I realized
she probably wasn't going to. As yet, I was unable to
move to do it. I was literally seeing stars, as my
eyelids were nigh well, glued shut and my eyeballs were
driven up to the top of their sockets.
Then, suddenly, the pain was gone. It seemed as
if I was floating above my sprawled body, looking down,
watching it writhe and tremble. I remember saying
"that poor child needs to sleep." Then I must have
blacked out because I awoke and it was night outside.
The downers had worn off.
Arline was gone. I was on the floor. I was in
incredible pain. I was still on top of the sawhorse,
but the legs had collapsed and I was untied. I reached
behind me. The rod was still in my asshole, but I did
not possess the strength to remove it. I tried to push
my body onto my feet, but they wouldn't hold. I tried
to crawl off the two by fours, which had originally
formed the brace and the saw-toothed crossbeam, but my
legs wouldn't cooperate.
I remembered how I had used the analogy of a red-
hot poker being shoved up my ass to describe the
sensation when Arline and Melina had exploded that
firecracker in my asshole. I now knew that I had
seriously underestimated the impact of the severity of
the pain of the real thing. I realized that I had
definitely been wrong about enjoying the experience,
and probably wouldn't be enjoying it at any point in
the near future either. Also I realized that compared
to a red-hot poker, the firecracker was a walk in the
park, not that our walk in the park had been any sort
of gratifying experience.
Arline walked in with a bottle of water. She
leered at me and said "You looked like you needed a
nap, so I let you rest for a while. I was coming in
here to revive you with this." Arline gestured toward
the bottle of water she was carrying. Instead, of
handing it to me, she poured it over me. Then she took
a drink from it. "I guess you would probably like some
pills right now. Start with those." She pointed to
the ones I had puked out earlier; they were just
beneath my face on the floor just out of lapping
distance.
When I did not respond, Arline yelled, "Lick them
up." She waited a second then placed her hand on the
rod, which was still sticking out of my ass, and
twisted it.
I thought the pain I was feeling couldn't be
worse, but I was wrong. Arline had increased it many
fold by moving the rod. "Do it." She said.
Bending my neck to reach the puke with my tongue
was not easy. Any movement I tried to make was
excruciating. But it was better than risking having
Arline twist that rod again. I contorted my body,
craning my neck through the pain, until I reached the
vomit and completely licked up the bitter, sour mess.
Arline held her hand out. "Come on." She said,
"the worst is over. Take my hand and I'll help you to
your room." I looked up at her to see if she had one
of those evil smiles she wore when she was ready to
ambush me. She seemed sincere.
"Would you please take the rod out?" I asked.
Arline now gave me one of those smiles. "I'm
going to leave it in you from now on, to use as a
handle. You can lie on your stomach when we get to
your bed." I believed her.
Then Arline reached out and grabbed my arms. She
lifted me up onto my feet, but try as I may, my legs
wouldn't bear my weight, wouldn't even straighten out.
I began moaning loudly.
"It's a bitch, ain't it?" Arline said, in mock
sympathy. She let me go and I collapsed painfully back
onto the floor.
Arline then dragged me back to my room by my arm
with my limp body flopping around, and the rod dragging
across the floor and rug. I was screaming again. She
picked me up in both arms and threw me face down on my
bed. Then she left the room. I just lay there and
cried. When Arline returned a half hour or so later,
the downs had begun to work. I was lying on my now,
tear stained pillow.
"Do you feel better now?" She asked.
I did feel better. I was still in unimaginable
pain, but stoned as I was, I didn't mind it as much.
Arline put on one of those evil smiles. She grabbed
one of the pieces of duct tape and pulled it off.
There was tremendous pain as my blistered sphincter
tightened against the still inserted rod. Then she
pulled off the other piece of tape. Same deal. "Let's
see how your handle works." She said.
Arline put her hand on the rod and pulled it. It
slid easily from my rectum. Well easy for her, I saw
stars again. "Shit." she said dejectedly. "Guess I'm
going to have to stick it back in till it attaches
itself... Just kidding." Then she flipped me over
painfully onto my back (and ass) and climbed onto my
face. "I hope you're ready for dinner, because now
you're going to service me." With that, she centered
her butt hole over my mouth. "Ready?" She asked.
I Knew she wasn't "just kidding" I figured she
would stick the rod back up my ass if I didn't take
care of her, so I opened up ready to receive her load.
It was nice, firm, tart butt brownie. It slid easily
down my throat after just a bit of chewing. She
delivered it slowly and I appreciated her being so
patient with me.
"Hurry up and clean me off." She said.
Arline got up and stuck something in my mouth. It
was two pills. Then she said "let's wash them down,
shall we?" She climbed back on top and started
urinating almost immediately. It started backing up in
my mouth, and some spilled. Arline felt it.
"Don't worry, I don't really care," she said.
"It's your bed after all." I swallowed hard and caught
up with the stream. The pills went down with the first
gulp and I took the rest of her nectar in several
swigs. I was grateful for her rinsing out my mouth.
"That poker made me really hot. I bet it made you
hot too? (In more ways than one.) Prepare yourself
this is going to hurt. She turned around and sat down
on my erect penis, putting pressure on my ass and
causing Technicolor pain. I screamed again. Arline
said "That's music to my ears" and began gyrating her
hips. This caused even move spectacular pain, and my
screaming caused Arline to reach the squeaking stage
almost immediately. "Quit squirming and don't scream
so loud" she said breathlessly.
I was not in control of either my screaming or my
squirming or our fucking or anything. Arline was. And
that's how she liked it.
Her ass came up and down time after time as she
pounded me again and again taking advantage of the
giant erection the pain was causing. She put her
fingers in her ears when my screaming got too loud for
her, and she appeared to be having the best time ever.
Do to the bouncing, I was highly distracted by the
pain she was causing, and wasn't able to climax. It
seemed to me however, that she was experiencing the
climax of her orgasm for longer than I could ever
remember.
Finally satisfied, she rolled off me and sat on my
face. I began licking her tasty organs and she bent
over and began sucking my dick. With my face busily
buried in her bush, I felt her lips pressing firmly
against my penis. Without her pounding me, the
pressure began building. Before long, my genitals were
tingling and burning. Arline stuck her cunt firmly
onto my face. After one last stroke, I climaxed
vigorously. This was a mixed blessing. While my dick
felt an unprecedented torrent of orgasm, my ass felt an
unlimited assault of pain. I screamed again as Arline
sucked the sperm out of me, which again, felt both good
and bad.
"Mmmmmmm" she said. Then she bent over and kissed
me. When she did that, she spit my semen from inside
her mouth into my mouth and said "swallow." I was
screaming so hard I couldn't swallow. Arline forced my
mouth open and looked inside. She grabbed the poker
held it up for me to see. Slowly, in a low voice she
said "swallow." I did.
By now the pills she had recently given me were
taking affect on top of the ones I already taken with
my puke. I was feeling a lot better. Arline decided
to take a bath with me and yanked me into the bathroom,
with my ass dragging across the floor, and then she
lifted me up and dropped me into the tub. Ouch!
Arline turned the water on and waited until it got hot.
The hot water at once soothed me and burned me.
"Move over" Arline said cordially. I did my best to
draw my legs up to make room for her, but that would
have required me to bend my ass. I couldn't do that,
so I moved to the far side of the tub laying the long
way facing the drain, hoping Arline would not take
offense. She smiled affectionately and warmly, and got
into the tub parallel to me, facing in the same
direction. I couldn't remember her having gotten this
close to me ever, even during sex.
"I'm sorry I had to do this to you. It probably
wasn't the nicest thing to do. But I've always wanted
to do that to somebody. Besides you've been getting
too uppity lately. That incident with the ice cubes
really pissed me off. I had to put you in your place
and show you who's boss. Besides that, you came inside
me. You know how I feel about sperm. You don't
despise me for doing it, do you honey?" Asked Arline.
Arline was being palsy-walsy with me and I didn't
want to spoil the moment by telling her the truth. She
might decide to use the poker again. Besides, I loved
her when she was being like this. Somehow, moments
like this no matter how seldom they occurred, made me
forget all the bad things she had ever done to me, and
made me glad to be her son.
Suddenly, I became horrified to think that I would
prostitute myself for such a miniscule speck of
tenderness. I was an affection whore. Arline could
beat me, abuse me, shove red-hot pokers up my ass and
force me to munch on her all day long, but all she
really had to do was to hug me, kiss me gently on the
cheek occasionally or call me honey and I would be her
devoted slave.
I lay there next to her, our bodies side by side,
touching. I listened to the shower sprinkling down
upon us like rain, without talking, still drenched in a
monsoon of pain, but happy. Maybe it was the drugs.
Arline got up and removed the showerhead. Then
lay back down and began to unscrew the showerhead.
"Please don't do that, it dilutes your flavor." I
said.
"You really like my flavor?" asked Arline.
"Yes, I love it." I answered.
Arline was impressed. "That's one of the nicest
things anybody's ever said about me." She said.
"You really mean that?" I asked.
"Not really, I'm just surprised you would like
something so disgusting, slimy and awful tasting." She
said.
"It's an acquired taste. I live for it, I'd die
for it." I answered. "Wait a minute; you know what it
tastes like?" I asked incredulously.
"I was young once," she said.
For the first time ever, it occurred to me that
maybe Arline's childhood had been as tough as mine was.
"Young?" I asked.
"Don't get me started; I don't want to talk about
it. You don't need to know about it, and I don't want
to remember. That was a long time ago and I've worked
hard to forget about It." she said crossly.
Arline was twenty-five. I figured "a long time
ago" had to be in subjective years. I decided not to
meddle. I didn't want this moment to end.
"Anyway" said Arline, "This isn't for me, I got it
down for you." With that, she completed unscrewing the
head. "Turn over." She said.
"Please Mistress Arline; I don't want you to do
that. It's going to hurt a lot." I said.
"We need to uh... irrigate you to uh... reduce the
threat of infection. Do it for me." She replied
sweetly.
I figured the moment of tenderness was ending
anyway, and turned over onto my stomach. That wasn't
as easy as it sounded. Arline had to help. "You're
right, I guess, this is going to hurt." She said.
With that, she thrust the hose deeply into my back
door. It might not have been so bad if it wasn't for
the threads on the end of the hose. They scraped
against the raw, burned area inside my asshole and, I
screamed loudly.
When the water started backing up, it began to
flush out my colon. Arline made a face. There was a
good bit of blood and several pieces of burned flesh
came out. She expected the blood but the flesh caught
her by surprise. She grabbed hold of one small piece,
stuck it into her mouth and began chewing. Then she
swallowed. "It's good," she said smiling.
Then she grabbed a piece and stuck it in my mouth.
"Try it." She demanded. I spit it out disgusted. She
put her hand on the hose and twisted it slightly,
causing me to convulse in agony. Then she grabbed the
piece and stuck it back into my mouth. I chewed it up.
It tasted like pork. I gagged on it but managed to
swallow it.
"Good. Isn't it?" She said nonchalantly. "Maybe
I'll make this for dinner someday."
The water kept running and eventually wound up
going deep inside to where it usually went when Arline
gave me enemas. She did not remove the hose and as the
pressure built up, I kept getting more and more full.
Eventually, my muscles began to reject the water and
out it came along with lots and lots of shit. Arline
didn't seem angry even though it soiled the bath and
clogged the drain. She just put her foot over the
drain and squished the turds down clearing it. She
seemed to be handling the experience well. Maybe it
was because she'd been there.
Arline then got one of those evil smiles on her
face. She began turning off the cold water slowly.
The rinse water began to get warmer and warmer. Not
that it didn't already hurt, but now the water was
getting unbearably hot. Hotter than we usually kept
it during morning showers, and we usually kept the
water at a near dangerous temperature. I could
feel the water burning my thighs as it poured out
of my butt. It was scalding the already damaged
flesh inside. I was being parboiled.
Not that I could have, but I tried to get up and
get out. Arline sat down on the middle of my back
preventing me from moving. I was screaming at the top
of my lungs again. I wondered if this wasn't worse
than the poker had been originally. That's when the
pain stopped and I found myself floating above my
screaming, thrashing body again. This time I was
looking down at Arline squatting on my back. When I
woke up, Arline had turned the hot water off. She was
running the cold water over my head saying "Come to,
you bastard. Don't be like this. You're spoiling all
the fun."
Yeah, the moment of closeness was definitely over.
But then Arline placed one of my arms gently over
her shoulder and led me, limping into her bedroom. It
was very painful, but Arline was being nice to me again
and I desperately needed someone to be nice to me that
day, so I didn't complain. That's when I thought about
Melina and how Melina was nice to me all the time.
Suddenly I had this desperate need to be with
Melina. I didn't say anything about it because Arline
had been jealous of Melina of late. I was afraid to
rock the boat. Nevertheless, I began to obsess over
Melina. She was still supposed to be on bed rest and
Arline and I hadn't been very attentive to her, due to
our being stoned on downs all the time. I wondered if
she was even still alive.
I resolved to go in and see her later, but then I
realized that I wouldn't even be walking, let alone
caring for her, until my burns healed. I wondered if
that would be any time soon. Arline was curled up next
to me in bed and she was snoring quietly in my ear. I
felt warm inside. Well, warm inside, burning down
below.
I closed my eyes contentedly and eventually I also
fell asleep. Arline was still sleeping next to me when
I woke up. I was afraid to move lest I wake the
dragon. The pills had worn off and I was in too much
pain to fall asleep again. I just lay there in
torment. I wondered how Arline had managed to recover
from her injuries without drugs. I guessed she really
was stronger than I was.
End Part 38/56 Continued in part 39/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 39/56
Summary: Melina must attend our hero.
Keywords: b,g,bg,drug,rom,ht,ws,oral,piv,copr,vore
I Am Patient With Melina.
So, what about Melina? At first, while we were
stoned on downs, Arline and I took care of Melina. We
stopped in her room sporadically and took care of her
needs. It was, I must admit, common for us to stop in,
take an order for food and then forget to get what she
needed. It might therefore be hours before she got,
for example, a sandwich or drink. It was common for
her not to get any lunch till after dinner.
In addition, it was my responsibility to take care
of her potty needs and I could have been more attentive
to her needs there to. Bless her, she was more than
patient and didn't leak once.
Melina was more than patient with me as far as my
being stoned too. I had explained to her that Arline
had forced me to take the drugs and Melina was
sympathetic. Arline desperately wanted a playmate when
she was stoned, so she got me addicted to downs the way
she was. I told Melina that Arline frequently forced
me to take doses of pills. I felt bad for lying to
Melina about the pills though. I knew that I was
enjoying them and sometimes I would remind Arline, on
purpose, so that she would "force" me to take them.
After Arline did the poker thing, I was unable to
walk, let alone take care of Melina. Arline had to
take care of Melina all by herself. I would have to
remind Arline to check on Melina and she would
begrudgingly go in and see if she needed anything.
Melina had gotten stronger, but was at first, still not
able to leave her bed, so Melina and I had to share the
bedpan. Arline would not empty the bedpan often.
Instead she would insist that "This was the reason she
quit being a nurse." The bedpan seldom was emptied and
as a result, it became a disease ridden shit hole.
(Literally.)
A few days after the hot poker incident, Melina
was finally able to leave her bed for short periods,
and she began visiting me. I felt guilty relying on
her to take care of my potty needs but once Melina got
well enough, Arline made it clear that we were not to
contaminate her bedpan anymore, so Melina was stuck
with the task. I didn't envy her, my stools were
loose, explosive, bloody and at first contained charred
flesh. Melina would have to chugalug my hershey
squirts and suck the liquor from my dick. She never
complained or made faces.
She would apologize when Arline forbade her to use
the toilet and she had to avail herself of my septic
services. Constantly stoned on downs, Arline was loath
to drive her car, and seldom went shopping. Often
times, there was no fresh food, so excreta was all we
had for our meals. Not very nutritious but at least we
weren't starved (as if it could whet one's appetite).
I often wondered how many times one could recycle the
products.
When Arline wasn't looking, Melina also serviced
my sexual needs, smoking my johnson and sucking the
essence from it. She was also there for me, by sitting
on my face to deliver "my daily cream." I would look
forward to the times when Arline would be sleeping
after taking too many downs.
Melina gave me great pleasure. She never failed
to suck the sperm from my penis or swallow it when she
would fellate me. Whenever Arline had sex with me, she
usually climbed off me before I came.
After I got better, and doing it stopped hurting
so much, we would have sex with Melina on top. I
would wait until Melina was fully satisfied (to the
best of my ability) before getting myself off, but
sometimes Melina was just too hot to resist. She never
complained when that happened. Our sex life was the
healthiest it had ever been. We never let Arline find
out, because she was now so jealous of Melina, we were
sure that if she discovered us having sex, she would
start hurting Melina again.
I thought Melina was very brave to risk having sex
with me under the circumstances. We could not always
rely on Arline to sleep through our trysts and on
several occasions, we had narrow escapes. Fortunately,
the downs Arline took had her staggering down the hall
and we could hear her when she bounced off the walls.
This generally gave us ample notice of her impending
proximity and Melina was able to climb off me in time
to give the illusion that we weren't doing anything
"inappropriate."
On those few occasions when Arline burst in on us
unexpectedly, we managed to avoid discovery by lying,
telling Arline that Melina and I were tending to each
other's potty needs. Arline was so stoned that she
wasn't aware of what was really happening. Those were
narrow escapes.
End Part 39/56 Continued in part 40/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 40/56
Summary: The law returns. Melina tries to help Arline.
Keywords: Mg,Fb,bd,blackmail,nc,rape,sad,viol,anal,
creampie,oral,copr
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Mace.
One day, Arline opened the door. Her smile faded
as she recognized the man at the door was none other
than the cop who had promised he'd return. Now he had.
He pushed the door open rudely and stepped into the
house. Arline did nothing to resist him.
The cop marched directly into the parlor and
looked around. There was nothing there but two empty
beds. "Wha'd you do with them?" he asked.
Arline explained that we were temporarily out of
business, due to circumstances beyond control. The
cop did not believe her, and went room to room looking
for us. He stopped in the living room. Then he
stopped in my room. I was lying face down in bed,
naked, having found it too painful to lay on my back
due to the injuries caused by the hot poker. "What's
wrong with him?" he asked.
"He's not feeling well," explained Arline.
"Why not?" asked the cop.
"Uh... he got hurt uh... in a game of poker" said
Arline.
"Gambling, huh?" said the cop, whereupon he left
the room and closed the door. Next, he opened the door
to Melina's room without knocking. Melina was lying in
bed on her back, still recovering from the tear in her
vagina. As usual, she was naked. She would probably
have been dressed if any of her clothes fit, but she
had out grown all but two of them. The exceptions were
one outfit which she kept nice in case she ever went
out (not that she ever did) and her leather glove
which, although it stretched enough for her to wear,
left constriction marks on her where the seams were.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked.
"She's not feeling well either," explained Arline.
"What's the matter," asked the cop.
"She's uh... got a sports injury, uh... a groin pull"
said Arline.
"Well lady," said the cop "I'm going to get fucked
today, and I ain't queer, so it's you or her. Who's it
going to be?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Arline left the
room and closed the door behind her leaving the cop in
the room with Melina.
The cop sat down on Melina's bed. "You okay?" he
asked.
Melina hadn't had actual vaginal sex since the
doctor had visited more than two weeks before, and
prescribed bed rest. She still had pain inside and was
concerned that it might be too soon. (Actually, it was
too soon.) A look of apprehension enveloped her. The
cop, trained in interrogation techniques and sensitive
to such cues, eyed her suspiciously. "What's the
matter?" he said condescendingly, "you afraid of cops?"
Melina thought it better not to answer. Instead,
she smiled, grabbed the cop's hand and placed it gently
on her breast. She was frightened, but her smile
reassured the cop who began fingering her nipples. For
a while, he rubbed his hands across her still
underdeveloped breasts, and then he moved down to her
abdominal region. Melina had soft, silky smooth skin
and the cop relished the experience of feeling her
delicate waist.
Soon his hands wandered down to the patch of downy
hair, which now covered much of her mons veneris (the
triangular area just above where her legs met.) He
began petting the fur and smiling with satisfaction.
From there, his hands meandered over to the patch of
hair now covering most of her outer lips. It was still
fine and was just as soft as the hair above, and he
dawdled there for a while, gradually applying more
pressure to her lips, and eventually entering the inner
recesses of her as yet, pristine vagina.
Resigned to her fate, Melina told the cop "It's
pretty clean inside me; no one's been in there for
weeks."
"I suppose you're going to tell me you've been
saving yourself for me." Said the cop, incredulously.
"No," said Melina, "I've had an infection there
and doctor told me not to have sex for a while."
The cop seemed to panic and reflexively removed
his hand. he appeared to jump from the bed as if he
were a magnet and became repelled by another magnet
with its poles opposed.
The cop left the room and slammed the door shut
behind him. He ran into Arline's room. His face
turned red as he began yelling at Arline. "How dare
you let me touch that monstrosity? She's contaminated
and you know it. She's damaged goods. Who knows what
I'll catch from her diseased fucking cunt. I'm
personally going to hold you responsible if I catch
anything from her. Meanwhile, you're the only thing in
this house left to fuck, and I'm going to fuck
something today. Get your clothes off, bitch."
Arline was in a difficult position. Assuming she
even got a shot off before the cop did, she knew that,
unlike the guy with the gun, if she shot the cop,
someone would miss him and come after him. This would
be bad news. "I'm not some floozy you can push around"
she said. "I run this establishment, I don't work it.
You need to come some other time, when we're back in
business."
The cop ignored her. He grabbed her arm with one
hand and began stroking Arline's breast with his other
hand.
Arline did the only thing she could think of that
a woman in her position could do. She slapped him in
the face.
The cop grabbed her other arm tightly and laughed.
"Aren't you the little spitfire? I like a woman with
spirit." he said. "We're going to have lots of fun
together."
Arline was desperate. She did not want to have
sex with the cop and would do anything to avoid it. To
that end she said "It's not like Melina has an
infectious disease, she just got a tear in the lining
of her pussy and it got infected, like a cut, that's
all. She's perfectly fine. Fuck her all you want, you
won't catch anything from her."
The cop was not impressed. He paused for a
moment, but after reconsidering, he went back to
seducing Arline. Well maybe seducing is not a good
description of what was happening; it was obvious that
the time for seduction was past. Assaulting is
probably more accurate. He pulled Arline's arm behind
her and began trying to pull her pants down from
behind. Arline started screaming but that did not
deter him.
Arline began squirming and trying to get away, but
the cop was much too strong. In no time, he had her
pants down to her knees and her shirt up over her head.
Blind, Arline began scratching the cop with her free
hand. The cop picked her up and threw her onto the
bed.
Unfortunately, I was still convalescing from my
injury, I was able to walk only with difficulty and
only when assisted by someone, so although I heard the
melee from the next room, I was unable to do anything
to help. Melina on the other hand, ran naked from her
room into Arline's room.
When Melina saw what was happening she began
hollering, "Leave her alone". She jumped on the cop's
back trying to pull him off Arline. The cop kept
throwing her off him, and laughing. Melina continued
to jump on the cop. Finally, sick and tired of the
problems Melina was causing, the cop said "Bitch, get
off me." He threw her to the floor and pulled a can of
mace from his belt. He stopped laughing and pointed
the can at Melina. "Slut, don't make me use this."
Melina came back at him again, this time with her fists
out in front. The cop pressed the button and a cloud
enveloped Melina.
Melina didn't make another step. She immediately
brought her hands to her face, screamed and crumbled to
the floor. Her eyes closed tightly and began watering,
she found it difficult to breathe and started coughing.
The cop now turned around to Arline who was still
struggling to escape and beating him with her fists.
"How about you lady, do you want some of this too?"
Arline reached for the can in an effort to disarm
the cop. She didn't make it. The cop pressed the
button and a cloud engulfed her as well. She stopped
straining, brought her hands up to her face and began
tearing and coughing.
Like a tag-team wrestling match in which both team
members have been overwhelmed, the two women were now
limp, helpless and down for the count. The cop grabbed
Arline's clothing and tore it from her body. In
seconds she was completely nude, face down on her bed.
Her feet were on the floor, the upper half of her body
was on the bed and her ass was bent over the corner of
the mattress.
The cop unzipped his fly, pulled his penis out of
his pants and rubbed some saliva onto Arline's butt
hole. He grabbed her by the hips pulled her over
towards him and tore into her. The mace had done its
job, both Arline and Melina were completely subdued and
neither one of them put up any further resistance. For
a while, the only sounds which came from Arline's room
were a slishing sound made by the cop's dick rubbing
against Arline's sphincter, the sound of the cop's
balls slapping against Arline's bottom, the cop's heavy
breathing and the sound of Arline and Melina gasping
for breath.
After a long while, the cop finally came deep
inside Arline's asshole. Then he wiped his dick off on
one of the scraps of cloth from Arline's torn blouse.
"Where's my money?" he asked
Arline could still barely see. Her eyes were still
mostly closed. She was still having difficulty
breathing. She was not really in any shape to get back
on her feet, but she desperately wanted to get rid of
the cop, and leave the incident behind her as an
unhappy memory. She pointed to her purse and asked the
cop to "kindly retrieve it" for her. Her expression
changed when she realized that that was likely a
mistake.
The cop went to her purse and opened it. He
pulled out a wad of bills and said "Don't get up, I'll
help myself. I think this will be enough." He removed
all of the money and put it in his pocket.
Arline who usually kept a close eye on her purse
knew the amount to be fifteen hundred seventy four
dollars. "That's more than five hundred dollars, you
know," she said.
"I know, but I missed the last few weeks, so you
actually still owe me some. Don't worry we'll make up
for it eventually. I'll be back soon, okay?" With
that, he left.
After about an hour, the effects of the mace wore
off. Melina and Arline's vision and respiration
returned to normal. Arline sent Melina to her room
after berating her for telling the cop about her
infection. Ar;ine took some downs, and gave me some.
She collected some sperm from her butt and then made
me suck out her asshole. Then she took me into the shower
and made me give her an enema, which she forced me to
drink. After the shower, she trussed me up, face down
in my bed and caned me thoroughly with the switch for
the first time since the hot poker. Next, she untied
me, dragged me into her room and sat on my face for a
long time, during which she had several conspicuously
satisfying orgasms. She then tied me face up to my bed
and went to her room. I lay there stoned, frustrated
and uncomfortable until Melina dropped in and gave me a
quick Lewinski.
Arline's bedroom smelled of mace for several days
following the incident. Fortunately, neither Arline
nor Melina had any lasting ill effects from the
episode, and life pretty much returned to normal.
(Well normal for us that is.)
End Part 40/56 Continued in part 41/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 41/56
Summary: Melina makes a friend.
Keywords: Mg,blackmail,reluc,rom,piv
Melina Gets Excited, I get jealous.
About a week later, the cop returned. Arline saw
him arrive before he knocked at the door, and tried to
pretend she wasn't home. The cop just kept knocking
finally saying, "I know you're home. Your car is
parked in the garage and I know you can't go anywhere
without it... Am I going to have to kick the door in?"
Arline finally answered the door with her "butter
wouldn't melt in her mouth" smile. "I'm sorry, I was
vacuuming and didn't hear you," she said. The cop's
expression indicated that he didn't believe her. He
stepped inside. "How can I help you?" she said.
"First off, you can cut the crap." Said the cop.
"Next give me some more money, I figure you owe me
about two thousand, plus interest. Also, my nightstick
needs polishing, is your bimbo all healed?" Arline
nodded yes and the cop walked down the hallway,
directly into Melina's room. Arline didn't follow him.
Melina was lying in bed underneath a blanket. The
cop marched in and pulled the blanket off her. She was
naked underneath. "Just the way I like it" he said.
"Are you all healed inside?" he asked.
"I'm fine" Melina answered, afraid to admit to him
that she still hurt a little downstairs.
"Good, great." He said. He began to take his
clothes off. After he finished undressing he sat down
on the side of Melina's bed. "God you're beautiful,"
he said. With that, he placed his hands on Melina's
breasts and began to rub them. "Soft too" he said. He
continued to play with Melina's breasts, and then
suddenly he looked up and asked, "Did you mean, what you
said about no one having been inside you for weeks?
Is that still true?"
"Yes it's true." Melina said.
The cop watched her eyes when she said that.
Based on her responses he was sure that it was true.
"If you're lying, I'm going to come back here and bust
everybody here for solicitation." He said.
Melina didn't know what solicitation was, but she
knew that what she had said was true, so she stared
back at him with genuine sincerity in her dark eyes and
shook her head yes.
The policeman lay down next to Melina and placed
one hand on the soft hair covering much of her genital
area. He began petting the silky hair and expressed
satisfaction with the experience saying "Mmmmmmmm." He
moved his hand down to her outer lips and began
massaging them. At the same time, he began sucking on
one of her delicate nipples. As he did so, Melina who
had not had any actual sex, save with my tongue for a
month, began to get moist and creamy. The cop
expressed satisfaction with the response and gently
eased a finger inside her pussy lips.
Against her better judgment, the long awaited
stimulation and attention the cop was bestowing on her,
excited Melina greatly and she began moving her hips up
and down and moaning approvingly. Her clitoris began
to swell and protrude and her vagina became slippery
and gooey. The policeman took advantage of her
response and ran his finger along the shaft of her
clitoris, going deep inside and quickly locating her G-
spot. As her vaginal muscles squeezed the G-spot
against his finger he started pressing back on the
area. Despite the pain down below from the injury,
Melina responded first by squeaking then with a series
of "Oh oh oh's."
At this point, Melina began to think about me and
our relationship, realizing that perhaps she was being
a little unfaithful to me. She became ashamed about
her enjoying having sex with this person, but it was
too late. Her nervous system was already going full
speed ahead and was responding, as it was designed to
do. She began breathing heavily, contracting her
vaginal muscles and undulating her body.
The policeman recognizing that Melina was suitably
prepared for intercourse climbed on top of her and
stuck his now exceedingly erect penis inside her love
hole. He began slowly and patiently moving his hips up
and down, rubbing the knob of his penis against the
front part of her pussy where the most sensitive areas
were. He was very good at lovemaking and Melina
couldn't help but to enjoy the experience. She began
"Ohh ohh ohhing" again, and soon began uncontrollably
moaning "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" so loudly that it began
to disturb me in my bedroom. After a while, Arline
having heard this, stopped in my room and gave me one
of her evil smiles. "That's how you do it." she said,
rubbing it in.
I began crying and Arline got in my face and
smiled again, making sure that I could see her. The
cop kept Melina in a heightened state of orgasm for at
least half an hour, maybe more. My pillow was
waterlogged with tears by the time he was finished.
Eventually the cop climaxed, sending burst after
burst of hot sperm surging deep into Melina's channel,
but not before Melina had nigh well gotten a hoarse
throat from all the screaming she had done. After he
finished, the cop got dressed. He went into Arline's
room and gave her the same evil smile that Arline had
given to me. He rubbed his thumb against the side of
his middle finger to suggest that he wanted a payoff.
"We've been out of business for almost a month
and there's been no income." Said Arline.
"Bullshit." said the cop, "How have you been
eating and paying for the drugs you've been taking?"
The cop withdrew his nightstick and said "Maybe you're
going to need some persuasion. I call this my
arbitrator. Are you sure you want to meet him?"
Arline looked around, the cop was blocking the
door and there was no way to escape him. "All right"
she said, "let me get my purse." Arline went to her
purse. Pretty much, the only money Arline had in the
purse was for some groceries and to score some more
pills. She pulled the bills out and began counting out
loud. One, two... The cop grabbed the wad of bills and
added them up. Counting the small bills, there was
less than three hundred dollars. The cop grabbed
Arline's purse and turned it upside down emptying its
contents. Besides some drugs and cosmetics there was
nothing in there but a few coins, which the cop
grabbed, and the guy's gun which the cop peered at
suspiciously and also grabbed. "That's not enough to
pay your "fine" lady, Where's the rest?"
"We'll be back in business soon," Arline said.
"We'll make up the difference next week, I promise."
The cop wasn't totally convinced, but he reckoned
that since Melina had been chaste for the last few
weeks that Arline probably wasn't lying about being out
of business. "I'll be back next week. Get that tramp
of yours off her ass and make her start earning us some
cash. Don't fail me or there will be consequences."
With that, he left taking all of the money and the gun.
Meanwhile, Melina had come into my room. She saw
me crying on my sodden pillow. She began crying
herself and hung her head in shame. "I'm sorry," she
said.
"You didn't sound very sorry" I said.
"You heard that I guess." she said.
"The neighbors heard that, and they're half a mile
away." I answered.
Melina sat down and stared at the floor. She
didn't know what she could say that wouldn't make me
feel even worse. For the first time in a long time, I
was feeling inadequate. Melina grabbed my hand and
held it gently in hers. She turned to me and stared
into my eyes. "I guess you must be pretty angry with
me," she said.
"I'm not angry" I said, "I'm just a little
disappointed in you."
"I wish there was something I could say that would
make you feel better about this, but I can't think of
anything." Said Melina, "I could say I was only
acting, and that I didn't really enjoy myself, but I
don't think you'd believe me. Would you?"
Tears began rolling down my cheeks again. I sat
there feeling betrayed and cheated on. "So I guess you
don't love me anymore?" I asked. I could hardly form
the words, I was crying so hard.
"Oh God, of course I do, more than ever." She
said. "That should have been you making me sing like
that. I've had to be a little reserved lately because
of Arline. If Arline wasn't always monitoring us like
she has been, that would have been you, long ago. I
was waiting to heal fully, but then I was looking
forward to having you break my month long cherry. I
wouldn't have had sex with him at all if I felt I could
have avoided it, but I was afraid he would have taken
it out on Arline, the way he did last week. He just
caught me off guard, in a moment of weakness, that's
all. If that had been you making love to me back
there, people would have heard me singing clear
across town. Honey, you've got to believe me, and
you've got to trust me."
Suddenly, I was ashamed of myself for not trusting
Melina. That started a new round of tears. "I'm sorry
for doubting you," I said. "I should have realized
that you would never be unfaithful to me, Melina. I'm
such an ass."
"So you forgive me?" asked Melina.
"I'm the one who needs to be forgiven. Melina, I
can't help being jealous sometimes, even though I
should know better." I said.
"So it's okay for me to date other people?"
Melina said.
I looked up, horrified, to see Melina's smiling
face. "I'm just kidding baby, I couldn't help myself,
you seemed so fragile." She said.
Melina turned away from me. I couldn't see her
face. Unfortunately, the fact was that much to her
dismay Melina had experienced one of the best orgasms
of her entire life with the policeman. In retrospect
if the policeman had at that moment, offered to take
her away, she would have done so in a heartbeat. She
was incredibly impressed by the policeman's sexual
prowess and couldn't wait until next week when he was
planning to be back. Worse yet, she was hoping that he
felt the same about her.
A wave of nausea overcame Melina as she realized
that while she was "in love" with me, she would prefer
"to make love" to the policeman. This was the first
time she had reckoned with the difference between the
two concepts. She became disillusioned and denounced
the experience in an attempt to drive it from her mind.
Melina never admitted to me that she was
conflicted about the event. She had done a pretty
convincing job of covering up, and on the surface I was
satisfied. Maybe it was something about the look in
her eyes towards the end, or something in the sound of
her voice, I don't know for sure, but somehow I knew
that something was amiss. It wasn't something I could
put my finger on, (so to speak) but subconsciously I
must have had misgivings because after that, things
were not the same between us.
End Part 41/56 Continued in part 42/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 42/56
Summary: Arline straightens out.
Keywords: drug
Arline Gains Control Again.
Note. This chapter must contain the following
advisory. This chapter contains no descriptions
of sexual events and therefore has no lewd,
depraved, licentious or provocative contents. As
a result, the following may be unsuitable or boring
for some reading audiences; reader discretion is
therefore highly advised.
Arline had purchased an "industrial sized" bag of
barbiturates and it took a considerable amount of time
for her and me to use them all up. Eventually,
however, everything good (or bad) comes to an end. So
it was with the giant bag of downers. Faced with the
decision of whether to buy more of them or stop using
them, Arline wisely decided to face withdrawal.
Naturally, that meant that I too had to face withdrawal
and Arline certainly did not have any qualms about
putting me through detox.
Arline, who had been through detox before, knew
what to expect. I on the other hand was totally na�ve
about it, not even being cognizant that such a thing
existed. Arline was wise, at least she was wise
regarding drugs, and as the last of the pills began to
disappear, she doled them out on an increasingly
diminished schedule.
While the pills were plentiful, Arline used them
with abandon. In addition, she doled out significant
amounts of them to me, whenever she or I, felt that I
needed them. Unlike other endeavors in her life,
Arline was not stingy with her drugs, and she shared
them generously. She might have given them to Melina
as well but she didn't like the idea of her daughter
doing drugs. (Who'd 'a thunk it.) In any case, once
the pills began to become scarce, Arline began counting
their numbers compulsively and timing the doses we took
to about four hour intervals. After about a day, the
first symptoms of withdrawal began to appear.
I began to feel restless, anxious and weak. I
felt dizzy and nauseated. At that point, I asked
Arline to "force me" to take some more downers. Arline
who sounded nauseous and weak herself, told me that she
was planning to stop taking them. She said that I
would have to get used to the feelings for now but that
they, the feelings, would eventually go away. She told
me about how reducing the dosage would minimize the
withdrawal symptoms and how quitting them suddenly
would be much more painful, dangerous and possibly
fatal.
Arline gave me two pills instead of the usual
three, then after a while, she gave me one pill. She
warned me that the symptoms would probably get worse
before they got better. She said that she was going
through the same symptoms herself. In that I was not
enjoying the symptoms, I asked Arline for pills every
hour. She told me that my next dosage would be four
hours from the previous dosage and as expected, I felt
lousy. Arline was very patient with me, and though I
asked, many times she resisted the urge to shut me up
either by punishing me or by giving me the pills.
As Arline had suggested, the symptoms I was
experiencing got worse and they soon included vomiting.
I was unable to sleep that night and by the next day, I
was getting shakes, as my muscles began twitching
uncontrollably. My hands and fingers trembled and I
was having occasional seizures. Sometimes, when I
stood up, I would suddenly get a rush of weakness and I
would faint. At one point, I went in to talk Arline
into giving me more drugs, and when I got to her room,
Arline was talking to a nonexistent person in the room
about how she needed us to detox and how she had to be
strong for the both of us.
The experience spooked me and I did not go back
into her room for a while. Eventually however, the
pain got too great and realizing that four hours were
up I went into the room and asked Arline for my dose.
Arline was still hallucinating, but somewhere inside
she found the sense to get us each one more pill.
By the fourth day, we were taking half a pill at a
time and we ran out. Life eventually returned to
normal.
End Part 42/56 Continued in part 43/56
Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 43/56
Summary: Arline intimidates our hero.
Keywords: b,F/b,sad,Fdom,cbt,va
I Get A Close Shave.
One morning during our shower, Arline who had
decided to do the cleansing herself that day, grabbed
my balls and said "I think that you have too many hairs
on your balls to tell people that you are eleven years
old. They're not going to believe that someone so
young can be so hairy. We need to remove them."
Arline left the bathroom and then came back with
something. She kept it in the palm of her hand, so
that I couldn't see what it was, then, she placed it in
her bag without showing it to me.
She then proceeded to place soap on my testicles
using her hands instead of the stiff brush she usually
used. She gently lathered me up and it was delicious
having her massage me like that. When Arline did
something nice to me, it was usually because she had
something mean that she wanted to do to me following
whatever the nice thing was. I stood there waiting for
the other shoe to drop. Her stimulation had produced a
fine erection, and my jimmy was standing at attention.
Arline continued to lather my balls up until not a spot
of skin was showing. Then she grabbed my balls in her
fist.
Arline reached into her bag and pulled out, of all
things, a straight razor. Don't ask me where she got
it. Maybe it was an antique. I was reasonably certain
that they'd stopped making them in the last century,
when they became obsolete, superseded by safety razors
and then disposable razors. But there it was. The
only reason I even knew about the existence of such
things was because I had seen one in an old movie where
it was used to slit the throat of one of the
characters.
Arline leered at me as she pressed on the little
trigger like thing on one end, which opened the blade.
It swung around and the polished blade more or less
glowed, ugly and brutal. She made a slicing motion
with it, coming so close to my scrotal sack with it,
that I figured I would be singing alto for the rest of
my life. At that point, it was still unclear whether
the "them" in "we need to remove them" referred to my
balls or just the hairs on them. So far, Arline had
said nothing to indicate which she was planning to
remove. Maybe she hadn't decided yet.
I tried to remain calm. It behooved me not try to
move away in that she had my boys in a vise like grip,
which she did not appear inclined to relax. Arline
just stood there peering at my balls, apparently
undecided about what her next action was going to be.
My fate was in her hands. (In more ways than one.)
Most of me was hoping that she was merely going to give
them a shave. Melina often commented about how she got
a real kick out of my balls (So to speak.) and that she
hoped that I would take good care of them. So I was
hoping that Arline was talking about the hairs, for
Melina's sake. But somewhere at the back of my mind, I
couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have
one's balls taken from them.
Briefly, my mind wandered back to the incident
with the hot poker and how that hadn't turned out to be
nearly as much fun as I had anticipated it might be.
After reminiscing about that time, I was definitely not
inclined to experience being castrated. Naturally,
Spence came to mind and I wondered how he was doing.
Arline tightened her grip on my nuts and brought
the blade over to them placing the cutting edge against
my skin. I could feel the bite of the blade stinging
my scrotal sack. "I wonder what it looks like inside
of here?" she said wearing her evil smile.
Uneasy, I said "Mistress Arline, you know already.
Don't you remember the guy with the gun? We removed
his balls; Melina brought them in and showed them to
you."
"I didn't get a very good look at them." Said
Arline, "I was pretty distracted you know and Melina
chopped them up before I really had a chance to check
them out. Besides, they were frozen.
"What about Spence, we removed his balls," I said
desperate
"I never got to see his balls at all, let alone
play with them. If I remove yours now, I can examine
them at my leisure, and if I like, I can even play with
them some, like marbles. Wouldn't that be cool?"
I tried to approach the topic rationally. I knew
that logic wasn't the best way to reach Arline, but I
was reasonably certain that Arline had already made up
her mind one way or the other. Normally, no amount of
logic could make her change a decision once she had
made it. Still, it was remotely possible that she was
on the fence about it and it couldn't hurt to try to
sway her one way or the other.
"Mistress Arline" I said, "You depend on my stones
to bring income into this house. If you remove them,
it is likely that you will have trouble selling my
talents. Don't make the mistake of removing them.
That would be like killing the goose who laid the
golden egg. You never know how our customers will view
this. I think it will be a turn off, and will
discourage our customers. You don't want that do you?"
"Maybe," said Arline. "But maybe knowing that you
are sterile will appeal to our female customers and
business will pick up. I know having those hazardous
vermin removed certainly appeals to me."
I swallowed hard and then made what I thought was
my best argument. It was pretty much my last hope
anyway. "Please, Mistress Arline, I would really like
to have children someday."
Arline began laughing so hard tears formed in her
eyes. "What would you want to do that for?"
I was crushed. She was laughing at me. Tears
came to my eyes. I tried to speak but I kept choking
up, the words wouldn't come out. "Don't you want
grandchildren?" I asked finally.
Arline suddenly stopped laughing. For a second
everything was so quiet I could hear my heart beating.
Then, Arline screamed so loudly that I jumped. She was
still holding the knife-edge to my balls and my action
all but removed them. "You're talking about Melina,
aren't you?" She said, deadly serious. "I think I
have all the information I need to make this decision
now." Arline's hand clamped onto my testicles so
firmly she just about squeezed them out of their skin.
The pain from her squeezing my balls was so intense, my
teeth hurt.
Then a wave of calm seemed to seize Arline
suddenly and she said "Wait a minute; I'm not going to
let you manipulate me into deciding about this
prematurely. I'll take your balls when I'm good and
ready. But I wouldn't get too attached to them if I
were you." (So to speak.) With that she began
scraping the blade across my scrotal sack attempting to
remove the hairs.
Everything would have been okay if Arline knew
what she was doing with the razor. Modern day razors
aren't the crude tools that the straight razor was.
Thank God! Shaving technology has come a long way
since that time and the tools in use today are much
sharper and safer to use than those of yesteryear. The
straight razor, which Arline was trying to use on me,
had not been properly maintained over the years. It
had also not been sharpened properly. It was therefore
not up to the task of shaving. Likely, the only thing
one could appropriately use it for would be to slit
someone's throat or cut his balls off.
From what I could glean based on the information I
later found on the internet, straight razors need to be
sharpened on a "stone" daily, then "honed" with
something called a "strop," (A long, belt like leather
and canvas strip designed specifically to sharpen a
straight razor.) after every use. In addition, after
years of mishandling, neglect and age rust had formed
on the blade, which was a less than perfect situation.
As a result, when Arline tried to shave me all she
accomplished was to scrape my skin raw. Maybe that's
all she wanted to do anyway. In any case, suffice it
to say, that the razor removed none of the hairs, which
she originally intended to remove. After numerous
attempts, my balls were raw, bloodied and aching but
just as hairy as they had been to start. Arline did
however have a rollicking good time trying.
Arline eventually had to admit defeat with the
straight razor. She got a tweezers and began to pluck
the hairs out one by one. That turned out to be a
painful experience for both of us; though I'm sure, it
was more painful for me than it was for Arline, who
seemed to be enjoying herself, during the times when
she wasn't being frustrated by it.
Arline finally got out one of her pink disposable
razors. She did the job, and she wasn't gentle about
it. By the time all of the cuts had healed and the
scabs went away, much of the hair had grown back,
thereby defeating her purpose. From then on when
Arline wanted to remove the hairs from my balls, she
first plucked out as many as she could, until she got
bored, and then she used a liquid hair remover to
dissolve the rest of them. After that, my balls would
be as smooth as a baby's bottom; horribly wrinkled for
a baby's bottom, but hairless.
End Part 43/56 Continued in part 44/56