<!--ADULTSONLY--> Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 04/04 Summary: Two eleven year old children are used abused, dominated and prostituted by their wicked stepmother/mother. This is a dark, erotic, sometimes humorous, tragedy, encompassing a cornucopia of adult themes. In it one can find almost every type of sexual practice (normal and alternate. Except MF) Keywords: b,g,bg,1st,Fb,M+b,M+g,tg,bd,best,exhib, caution,blackmail,nc,rape,reluc,rim,sad,sm,tort,viol, drug,Fdom,cbt,ds,humil,va,rom,anal,creampie,enem,ht, fat,menstr,oral,piv,scat,tg,toys,bi,feet,lac,goth, tragic,electro,copr,vore,more! A Shocking Experience. Arline came into the parlor, followed by a woman about twenty years old. "This is Wilma" she said. "Wilma is Velma's daughter. You remember Velma don't you?" Melina and I eyed each other briefly with concern. We remembered Velma; she had married Spence after Melina had given Velma's phone number to Spence without consulting Arline. This resulted in a loss of revenue for Arline who was unaware that we had introduced the two of them. Arline had often grumbled at different times about each of them no longer being customers. She assumed Spence stopped coming because he could no longer get his rocks off. (In more ways than one.) But, Velma was an old friend of hers and Arline missed her. We hoped our secret would be safe, but the first words out of Wilma's mouth were "Velma wanted me to thank you for introducing her to Spence. If you hadn't given her phone number to him, they probably wouldn't be married now. They're very happy together." Arline's jaw dropped when she heard this, then her mouth took on the characteristic frown she wore when she was vexed by one of us. We could tell that she was displeased by what she had heard. Arline was no fool and it was obvious that she had quickly arrived at the conclusion that we were responsible for the loss of revenue from both Velma and Spence. She didn't say anything then, but we knew we would be hearing about it before the day was over. Melina was particularly worried. She was the one responsible for having covertly given Velma's phone number to Spence, without asking Arline's approval. More importantly, she had been on Arline's shit list for a while, just on general principles. Melina had maintained an uneasy truce with Arline since "Holey Thursday." We were now, both concerned that the fragile armistice might be over. My only hope was that I could somehow convince Arline that it was my idea and that I had coerced Melina into doing it. It was a risky game plan, but I was unwilling to allow Arline to castigate Melina without doing everything I could do to try to prevent it. I would rather take the heat for the misdeed than have to watch Arline hurt Melina without attempting to intervene. It was more than likely that Arline wasn't going to believe me. Likely, we would both wind up paying hell for that. Then again, it was just as likely that Arline was going to beat us both anyway. I expected that we had nothing to lose. Anyway, Arline had left us tied us to the beds in the parlor room in her patented spread eagle position. Wilma proceeded to remove her clothes and then untie the ropes from both of us. While she was connecting everything she asked Melina what her sign was. "I'm a Pisces." Melina answered. "Me too," I said. "What's your birthday?" I asked. "March the nineteenth." Melina answered. "Me too." I answered, amazed. "That means we were born on the same day." "That means that you're astrological twins." Said Wilma. "No wonder you're lives are so intertwined. Astrological twins have the same horoscope so they lead similar lives. I'll bet you guys are pretty tight." "I used to be tight, until I took too many thick dicks up my ass." (So to speak.) I said smiling. "Speaking of asses..." Wilma stuffed an electrode up each of our butts. Next, she connected wires from an electrical panel to both electrodes and told us to kiss each other. We did as she asked, and nothing happened, except of course, our lips met cordially and we made a smacking noise. Wilma flipped a switch and told us to kiss again. This time, we both felt electricity gently surging through our bodies, which was slightly more intense on our lips and butt holes. It felt good, and we both smiled thinking that we were going to enjoy the experience. Wilma fiddled with a knob on the panel and told us to kiss again. This time there was an audible smack, which wasn't from the kiss. Electricity ran painfully through our lips and bungholes, and generally, ran rampant, rippling through our bodies. Wilma turned the knob down again and said "Okay, now I want you two to make love." We hesitated at first, but Wilma said "don't worry; I've turned it down to the lower level again. It won't "zap" you now. In fact it should be rather stimulating." Melina and I touched briefly, and being reassured, we began kissing again. Arline had not been allowing us to touch anymore, so we were pleased to be getting paid to do it. Melina placed her arms around me and hugged me. I placed my hand on her breast and began softly stroking her. The sensation of electricity was very gentle and soon we forgot about it. Absorbed in what we were doing, we forgot all about Wilma. Soon I was rubbing Melina's pussy while sucking on her breast. Melina had grabbed my penis with one hand and was caressing my balls with her other. In no time, Melina was moist and gooey and I was stiff and enlarged. Wilma twisted the knob again, which jolted us back to our senses. Both Melina and I dropped what we were holding and Wilma started laughing. She decreased the intensity again and said "Okay you two, quit fucking around and start fucking." Melina and I tested the waters by touching and satisfied that Wilma had reduced the power to a civilized level assumed the missionary position. (That is the position with Melina on the bottom and me on the top, with us facing each other.) By now, Melina was well lubricated and I was sporting a stupendous hard- on. I slipped easily into Melina's hole. At first, I stuck just the tip inside. The electricity, which was set to a subtle level, enhanced the sensation. I looked down and Melina seemed to be enjoying the experience too. As I inserted my cock deeper into Melina, the sensation became even more satisfying for us both. We continued our calisthenics for a while and then Wilma said "I would like Melina to go on top." We changed positions and Melina began kneeling on top of me. She was bouncing her hips up and down and French kissing me. I reached up and began massaging her breasts. Having Melina on top allowed my penis to delve deeper into the recesses of her tunnel of love. The electricity felt even better this way. When I looked up, Melina was enjoying it too. Our respiration rates had increased and Melina began saying "Mmmmmm." Then she began moaning. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Wilma fidgeting with the control knob on the panel. The electricity became more intense and much more enjoyable. Soon, Melina began squeaking. My tongue, penis and asshole were tingling. Melina and I were really getting into it. Wilma twisted the knob again. This time, the sensation was the slightest bit disconcerting. Still not painful, but it was beginning to make itself known in a somewhat negative way. Each time my cock went deep inside of Melina, the sensation became slightly intimidating, the deeper I went the more intense it got. Melina stopped dropping her ass all the way down and pulled her tongue out of my mouth. Both of us slowed our breathing. "Keep going," said Wilma, "this is what I'm paying for." We resumed our deep kissing and fucking and soon the discomfort subsided as we got used to the new level of stimulation. This wasn't easy because on the down stroke Melina's ass kept coming to rest with the electrode directly on top of my balls causing them to burn. Nevertheless, soon we were back to heavy breathing and "ohh ohh ohhing." It was evident that Wilma was waiting for this to happen, because whenever we would reach this level of exhilaration, she would raise the level of current. "Keep going." She would say. Melina and I would strain to continue until we got used to the level of intensity. Then Wilma would again raise the voltage. Eventually, the intensity got so high that we stopped getting used to the level each time and from that point on, every time Melina came down, the sensation became more painful as I went deeper. "Don't stop" said Wilma. We continued screwing, going hilt deep, though the French kissing pretty much had gone by the boards. At this point, when Melina came all the way down, I was beginning to get a burning sensation in my ass, penis and my balls and Melina was receiving burning on her ass, inner lips and clitoris. In addition, now, when the electricity coursed through our bodies, there was a considerable jolt sensation, which all but took our breath away. Suffice it to say, the experience was no longer as enjoyable as it had been, and we were tempted to stop. Neither Melina nor I were finding the experience to be erotic anymore and the heavy breathing, which we were both doing now, was more stress related than sensual. "Can we stop?" I asked finally, "This has become impossible to maintain and is downright painful. Besides that, I'm losing my erection and Melina does not appear to be turned on anymore, either." "Guess we've reached our upper limit." Wilma said. Wilma said we could stop. She turned down the power at the panel. Then she told Melina and me to get off the bed. Wilma got onto the bed face up and told Melina to sit on her face. Then Wilma told me to stick my penis into her vagina. When we did that, the electric began to course through all three of us. The effect wasn't as intense as it had been with just Melina and me. It was back to a level where it was extremely pleasurable again. I started screwing Wilma while Wilma ate out Melina and soon, all three of us began breathing heavily and moaning. Wilma fiddled with the knob and increased the power. Once again, the current distracted us, but not so much that it hurt. We got used to it again and Wilma turned up the volume. Just as my plunging my dick into Melina caused the intensity to increase, so it did when I went deep into Wilma. The same happened when Wilma stuck her tongue deeper into Melina. For a while, Wilma continued to increase the power each time we got used to the previous setting. Soon the current was beginning to hurt, but I figured if Wilma could take it then so could I. Melina wasn't complaining either. Every so often, Wilma would hit this button, which stepped up the power. She always did that when I was at my deepest. We would all moan when she did that. If someone had been watching us, it probably would have been a hilarious sight. Wilma kept the power at a level which allowed us to continue our activity, but which was too extreme to allow us to reach climax. Each time we got close to orgasm, either Wilma would increase the power or she would hit that button. When at last Wilma reduced the power to a highly enjoyable level again, the three of us achieved tremendous, long lasting orgasms all at once. For me, it was close to the best sex I'd had ever had, though perhaps not as good as my first time with Melina. For Melina, though it was also great, it wasn't as good as her time with the cop. Melina looked away from me, feeling unfaithful, deceitful and adulterous. Fortunately, I didn't notice her doing that, and she didn't let on. I was spared the pain which knowing that would have caused. After we had all caught our breath, Wilma disconnected us from the device and removed the electrodes from us. While she was removing the electrodes, she said I would like to chart your horoscopes someday. She put the device away and put on her clothes. We then thanked Wilma and she left. End Part 44/56 Continued in part 45/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 45/56 Summary: Arline is very mean to our debased duo. Keywords: b,g,F/g,F/b,bd,sad,tort The Discipline Of Discipline. After Wilma left, Melina and I began to strategize on how we were going to handle Arline regarding the matter of Velma and Spence. Melina said "We're not going to fool her. Arline knows that I was the one who spoke to Spence that day. If we stick to that story, only one of us will have to get in trouble." "In trouble. That's just a euphemism for being beaten, isn't it, Melina? I'd rather be beaten myself than have to watch Arline rip into you. It's far less painful for me." I said. Melina said "But Arline's no fool. She handed me the phone that day when spence called, and she knows that I was the last one to talk to Spence. She knows that it was me, who took care of Spence. There's no point in both of us getting in trouble, because that's what's going to happen." "There you go saying "in trouble" again." I said, "You're making it sound like she's going send us to our rooms. If she does, it will be because there's some degenerate or homeless person waiting in there for us, or worse. Arline is going to beat both of us hard regardless. I say we should try to shift the blame to me while we still can, even if there's only a small chance you might be spared." I said. "Look," said Melina "if Arline hears us talking about this She'll skin us both alive..." "Talking about what?" said Arline, who was standing at the door to the parlor. She was dressed in her leather glove, with the switch dangling by her side. Arline wearing her glove, was always a bad sign. Melina stopped in mid sentence. Then we both started talking at once, saying different things we hoped Arline would think were innocuous. "My dears, I wasn't born yesterday. You didn't think you could fool me with your little charades, did you?" Said Arline. "Tell me what you were saying, my little pokerface" she said to me. ("pokerface" had been her nickname for me since the incident with the red-hot poker. She said it reminded her of the "cute little face" I made after she thrust the poker into me. I hated it because it reminded me of that terrible experience, but she said she loved the name because I made that same face each time she said it.) I tried to think of something to tell Arline that she might disapprove of; something, which wouldn't make her too angry, but which still seemed discordant. I was never a good liar. I said "Mistress Arline, We uh... want a day off..." "I've been listening for a while you know. I want one of you to repeat for me what you guys were saying about Melina, Velma and Spence?" "I don't know what you're talking about" I said. "Okay, we'll talk about this later," she said. "Meanwhile I want you both to service the rest of the customers for the day." After the last client left, Arline came in and said "We have work to do. Well, I have work to do, you both will be able to uh... lie down." With that, Arline ordered me to lie face down at the bottom of the bed with my feet on the floor. She bound me with my legs spread wide apart by my ankles, which she tied to the supports at the foot of the bed. Then she tied my arms to the posts of the headboard with long ropes. I was bent over the bottom of the bed, with my ass conspicuously displayed at the bottom edge of the mattress. Next, she tied Melina tightly; face up, by her wrists to the headboard of the other bed. Arline then tied Melina's ankles to the headboard also. Her feet were over her hands with her legs spread wide apart. Her knees were over her shoulders and her body, basically, was bent in half. Melina was openly displayed with her asshole and vagina utterly exposed and most of her backside out in the open. Her labia minora had been spread apart, so that her vagina now exhibited a gaping hole. Arline admired her work. She walked over to me and turned my head so that I was facing Melina, then she walked over to Melina and smacked her hard on her ass. Melina flinched but didn't say anything. Arline removed the switch from her side and held it in both hands, smiling. She showed the lash to Melina, flexing it somewhat with her hands and asked, "How long has it been since you were last disciplined?" Melina didn't answer. Arline answered her own question. "It's been a long time. Not since the first time I caught you two fucking, isn't that right? It's been too long. We're going to have to make up for that lost time." I became queasy when I heard that. I was certain it meant that Arline was preparing to exact an overly painful reprisal from Melina. "Leave her alone Mistress Arline," I said, "It was all my idea. Don't make her pay for something that was my fault." "Don't worry, you'll get your just deserts soon enough. Don't rush me. You know, I'm not stupid, I know that Melina took the call from Spence. So she must therefore be the person responsible for giving Velma's number to him. Never fear, I'll take care of you next, you lying little fart." Melina looked up at Arline pleadingly. Melina did not receive the regular canings that I did, and she was not used to them the way I was. Arline stared back at her coldly. "Don't worry, it'll all be over when it's over, and one day, perhaps when you have children of your own, you'll probably be glad I was so strict with you and taught you the meaning of discipline. I'm sure that one day, you'll understand why I had to be the one who was strong in this family, and you'll probably thank me." I had to try again. "Mistress Arline, please don't hurt Melina, you can take out all your anger on me, I'll be happy to have you beat me instead. In fact you can beat me twice, but please don't hurt Melina." There were tears in my eyes. "It's very noble of you not to want me to punish Melina and to be willing to accept the responsibility for her actions. But you see, it's not a matter of anger, or revenge, it's a matter of accountability. And, okay, I will beat you twice as long. But first, Melina needs to learn her lesson. I can see that part of your punishment, will be your having to watch me cane Melina. Good! Maybe you'll learn your lesson that way." Arline said this matter-of-factly as if she was about to administer some sort of therapeutic treatment. "By the way, go ahead and scream. Nobody can hear you." She said to Melina. With that, Arline began swinging the switch. Melina started crying. She screamed loudly each time the rod struck her. Each time it landed, it left a long red mark on Melina's butt. I became more repulsed with each sickening crack. Soon I could watch no longer. I closed my eyes, but the mere sound of the drama was more than I could stand. My tears flowed heavily onto the bed. Arline acknowledged my sobbing, but she did not relent. After a while, Melina's screaming became longer lasting, higher pitched and even more rueful than it had been. I opened my eyes and saw that Arline was standing at the head of the bed swinging the switch down onto Melina's exposed pussy lips and asshole. Whereas Melina uttered a short scream whenever the lash landed on one of her butt cheeks, each time Arline landed the switch on her vagina, Melina screamed a long, loud mournful yell, which lasted pretty much until the next blow struck. Each time she struck, Melina's ass would raise off the bed. Blood was seeping from several of the lash marks, which were now more or less covering her bottom and much of her front. Arline continued to beat Melina many times. Melina cried the entire time Arline beat her. During the time Arline was caning her on her butt cheeks, I could hear Melina sobbing between screams. When Arline began lashing her vagina, Melina screamed continually but her crying never stopped. Eventually Melina began to lose her voice from the screaming and it became a kind of rough growling. Arline continued to thrash her, swinging the cane in numerous directions, from numerous positions, until finally, Melina passed out. Arline went and got a bottle of water from the refrigerator and poured it over Melina's face. Melina woke up and began saying "ohhhhhh" loudly. She was not having an orgasm. After Arline woke Melina up, I was afraid Arline was going to start beating Melina again. Instead, Arline turned to me and said "I'll be back" then she left the room. When Arline returned, she had a six-foot long leather whip. "Because you're being so noble, I've decided to give you the opportunity to break this in. It's brand new and I've just been just dying to try it out. Let me know how you like it." At first, the whip was too long for Arline to come to terms with. Used incorrectly, it didn't hurt that much, but Arline continued to lash away with it until she got the hang of it. She was diligent like that. Soon she was flailing me like a pro with it and I was squealing like a hog. Arline began smiling with satisfaction; it was evident that she liked the new toy. The whip was much more intense than the switch. While the switch stung like a bitch, for a few seconds, and left an uncomfortable numb sensation afterward. Injury from the whip stung more sharply than the switch did. Following that, the wound would burn for quite a while afterward. Whereas the switch stopped stinging after a second or two, each lash from the whip continued to smart while the next few blows struck, so it became a continuously painful experience. The session with the whip, basically, was one great, long, pain in the ass. (In more ways than one.) The whip even sounded more painful. The switch made swooshing sounds as it flew through the air and a "thwack" sound when it struck. The whip on the other hand made a louder whirring sound as it flew through the air and had a distinctly loud report when it struck, like a small explosion. In addition, the whip left quite a few black and blue marks when it struck, and frequently broke the skin causing a good deal of bleeding. I started sobbing from the pain. Arline stopped for a moment and said "I'm sorry, I know I'm not giving you time to recover between blows. I could slow down, but I haven't got all day." She said. Then she resumed her lambasting. It is reasonable to assume that when one is having the living daylights beaten out of you that the only thing on your mind is the lashing. In fact, whenever I was being beaten by Arline my mind would wander far and wide. This time I thought about Melina. How sorry I was that Arline had beaten her that day. I thought about how I was sorry I had misgivings about Melina's sordid union with the cop. I thought about how much I was in love with Melina, and how erotic she looked strung up the way Arline had bound her and about how I was only too happy to be taking a beating from Arline, for her sake. About how I figured that Melina was wet, gooey and had "stress juices" running inside her and about how I wished Arline would let me clean Melina off between lashes so that nothing dripped onto the sheets. My penis began to become erect as I thought about how, strung up as she was, Melina would be easy to penetrate and how her vaginal muscles would probably cling tightly to my dick. How she might actually have gotten horny from the flailing and might appreciate my rubbing my cock inside the walls of her holy temple. I thought about how dangerous it would be to be fucking her while Arline was beating her because of the proximity of the lash to my penis. I wished I could touch her soft skin, rub her small breasts, and lick up her juices. My penis began pressing against the mattress, digging a hole in it. I thought about how I was also in love with Arline, and how even though she was disciplining me severely at the moment, I was going to reform and try much harder to please her. About how beautiful she looked in her leather glove, how sexy she looked at that moment. How it turned me on to have her whipping me then, how stiff my penis had grown during our session. How I wished she would stop for just a while to let me fuck her at that moment and how I would be willing to resume the whipping session afterward, if only she would give me the opportunity to stick my penis into her sacred shrine. About how she was sweating and how I knew she was getting the inside of her leather outfit wet now and how I wished she would just let me suck the excess moisture off of her to keep the outfit clean. Every so often, a particularly caustic stroke would drag my conscious mind kicking and screaming, out of the refuge of my thoughts and painfully back into reality. At that point I would feel my throat parched and dry from screaming the whole time. I would feel my entire rear end excruciatingly inflamed and painful. I would feel the lash striking once more, exacting its grueling torment until the next escape. While Arline attempted to concentrate the lashing on my ass cheeks, her inexperience with the tool caused the lash to flail me on my back and legs as well. When they landed on my legs, I found it to be particularly painful. I'm sure Arline didn't notice this, because if she had, she would have concentrated her efforts on my legs instead of on my butt. True to her word, Arline punished me for twice as long as usual. At times, she lost her breath because she was laboring so strenuously. But Arline was a hard worker and she wasn't the type to stop just because she was getting tired or uncomfortable. She stood in numerous positions and whipped me from multiple directions. And by the time she was done, I was black and blue and bloody over just about every square inch of my ass. Finally, Arline said "It's time for dnner." And she stopped. She looked carefully at my backside. "Missed a spot" she said smiling her evil smile, and then she grabbed the whip and flailed me several more times. She was always conscientious like that. After she'd finished she asked me "So how do you like my new toy?" I didn't answer. Arline struck me again several more times. "Answer me," she demanded. I didn't know what to say. "It really hurt me a lot, Mistress Arline?" I answered, questioningly. Apparently, Arline was satisfied with my answer because she stopped whipping me. "And what have you learned today?" she asked. Again, I didn't know what to say. I thought to myself "That you're a mean bitch and I hate your fucking guts" but what I said was "I'll never lie to you again, Mistress Arline." Again, Arline seemed satisfied. A big satisfied smile appeared on her face. It was a welcome change from the evil leers and frowns she so frequently wore. That's not to suggest that I was lulled into thinking that Arline wasn't dangerous just because she was smiling, only that I was encouraged to see it. Arline was ravishing when she was smiling. She looked exquisite in her leather suit. She looked magnificent holding the leather whip. I was extremely horny. "I'm going to hang this on the wall in my bedroom," Arline said. Then she left the room and took the whip with her, leaving Melina and me tied to our beds. After Arline had left, I said, "I'm sorry Melina." "Don't be. You did what you could. Arline was right; it was noble of you to try to help me. But it was also stupid. There was never any chance of your getting me out of the mess. Your mistake was trying to help. This was my mess and I should have taken all the blame. If you'd have kept your mouth shut you probably would have made out better than you did." "Melina, I couldn't," I said. "I can't stand to see Arline hurt you. If I had stayed out of the conflict, I would have just wound up physically trying to prevent Arline from striking you. It's doubtful I would have been successful, and it would only have made Arline angrier and more aggressive. We would probably have wound up in much more hot water than we were in. The mental anguish of knowing that Arline is hurting you is more painful for me, than having her physically hurt me." "You're my hero. If I could get off of the bed, I'd kiss you." Said Melina, "Even though you weren't successful in stopping Arline, I'm sure your distraction took some of the heat off of me. God this is an uncomfortable position. She got me good, you know, I'm still hurting." "I am too. That new whip was really uh... annoying." I said. "Do you think she's finished punishing us? She was really angry." "God, I hope so, I can't take too many more of these sessions" said Melina. End Part 45/56 Continued in part 46/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 46/56 Summary: Our debased duo are given extreme exercises. Keywords: b,g,elec,cbt,tort,bg,Fb,F/b,F/g,bd,sad,viol, ds,va,rom,piv Sexercises. (Part 1) Somewhere, Arline had heard that certain exercises would be conducive to making the muscles in out sexual organs stronger and therefore make us better prostitutes. Arline got it into her head that if we did those exercises, that it would please our clients and make them more loyal. To that end, Arline bought a set of equipment, which she felt would assist us in strengthening those muscles and spur us on to reach champion levels of prostitution. She therefore had us perform those "sexercises" as she called them. She bragged about how if we got strong enough, she said we could try out for the Olympic fucking team. Every night after the last of our clients left, we would be brought into what had been the guest bedroom but was now called the gym. Arline had purchased a slew of equipment and placed it in the room. They were, according to her, designed to "strengthen our sexual prowess" as she put it. Arline had two charts on the wall filled out with the number of repetitions, which she expected Melina and me to do each day. I don't know where she got those numbers but they were way out of line both as to what our expected starting points were and as to the rates at which she expected us to increase them. Arline didn't care. She had painstakingly worked on the charts for several days on end and wasn't going to change them just because they were totally unrealistic. The first night after she had bought the equipment, we were all excited about it. Melina and I waited naked, as instructed, in the room for Arline. When she arrived, we were somewhat intimidated to see her dressed in her leather glove. As a rule, when Arline put on her leather glove, it meant somebody was going to be disciplined. This was no exception. "Why don't we work out on the jogging machines first?" Arline said. "We will run five miles today." Arline had us get on identical machines. She set the programs on them both for a relatively strenuous workout and pushed the start buttons. Strenuous, as far as the machines were concerned, was meant to present a challenging workout for someone who had been used to the machines, or who was an experienced jogger. If Arline had read the instruction manuals that came with the machines, she would have read (though not necessarily have heeded) the advisory regarding setting realistic goals for users. The jogging machines were modern sophisticated machines, which allowed for the user to run at varying speeds and had a track which could incline to simulate running uphill. Melina and I were doing pretty well at first, but when the track became inclined, we both started falling behind. Being Arline, she had her own ideas about how she planned to administer these exercises. They boiled down to the use of a cattle prod, which she bought explicitly for the purpose. Arline was not one to allow what one might reasonably be expected of us to interfere with the achievement of her overblown ideals. Naturally, as we began faltering on the track, Arline zapped us with the cattle prod. The cattle prod caused extreme, intense pain where it struck and shock, which radiated from the point of impact out to about a foot from the impact zone. The effect only lasted for a millisecond, but it made a profound statement during that time. Melina screamed loudly when Arline hit her on the backside with the prod, but she ran faster. I screamed loudly, fell down and was scraped by the rolling tread, briefly, until the machine detected that I had fallen and stopped automatically. "Get up you clumsy bastard" said Arline and she carefully placed the electrodes on an exposed portion of my balls and pulled the trigger. WOW. I could feel that blow from one end of my body to the other. A big smile materialized on Arline's lips when she saw my body convulse from the impact. I got up and tried to hit the button to resume my workout, but Arline was faster than I was. She caught me on the spot where my buttock joined my leg with the prod, and got me good. The belt was now moving again and so I continued running. Melina and I were both considerably out of breath. Based on the digital chart on the machine it appeared that we had gone less than half a mile, so we still had a long way to go. I figured that it was going to be a long night. Before I realized it, Arline zapped me again with the prod and I exerted myself harder keeping toward the front half of the track. I heard Melina scream indicating that she was also having trouble keeping up with Arline's schedule. All told, we went about a mile and a half before Arline began zapping both of us over and over. Arline finally accepted that we were not yet capable of running the extreme distances she had estimated and decided to start on something else. Arline got out two devices, which had a cylinder like structure on one end of a wire, and a meter on the other end of the wire. She told us to bend over, and stuffed the dry tubes painfully up our anuses. Then she told us to squeeze our assholes as if we were trying to hold in a shit or cut off the flow of a piss. We did and the meter registered about point two. Arline had five as our benchmark, not point five, but five. Naturally, her response was to hit us with the cattle prod. First Melina screamed and then I did. To Arline's satisfaction, when she hit us in the butt with the prod, the meters jumped to two plus. "Do it again," she said. The meters faltered at about point two again. I heard Melina scream again, and then I screamed again as Arline hit us both with the prod. Sure enough, the meters jumped radically again this time reaching almost three. Rather than accept the facts of the situation, Arline decided to attempt to reach her benchmarks and assaulted us repeatedly with the cattle prod. Melina and I began to move away from Arline each time she hit us. Arline said "We can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way." "The easy way?" I asked. Arline gestured toward two identical sets of manacles, which were fixed to the wall at the far side of the room. "Or the hard way." She said. Melina and I looked at each other and we both decided to take our chances with the "easy" way. Arline continued to have us do the electrically stimulated "kegel" exercises until our legs began to buckle and it became obvious to her that we could stand no more. At that point, she decided to become creative with the prod and told us to turn around facing her. Arline began shocking us in various places on the front of our bodies, trying out our stomachs, knees, legs, genitals and breasts. It wasn't causing the meters connected to the kegel gauges to register anywhere near the readings that shocking our asses was causing, but Arline was having a wonderful time watching us writhe, squirm and spasm. I saw Arline moving the cattle prod towards my left breast. When I woke up Arline was giving me CPR again. After I recovered, Arline said there was one more sexercise that she wanted us to do. She wiped off one kegel gauge and stuck it into Melina's vagina. Then she tied a small weight by a string to my penis. She told Melina to squeeze the tube and told me to lift the weight. I did not have an erection at that point and attempting to lift the weight was as impossible for me as lifting a car. Arline stuck the cattle prod into the crack of my ass and said "Are you going to cooperate? Or am I going to have to make you do it the hard way?" Not being properly motivated, I couldn't perform, so Arline cut loose with the cattle prod. While it caused intense pain all over my body, it didn't produce an erection, no matter how many times she used it. Believe me she tried. Arline placed the cattle prod with each of the two electrodes positioned over one of my two testicles. When she pulled the trigger, unbelievable pain traveled between the two gonads and I fell down. Arline grabbed me by my hair, pulled me up, and over to the manacles on the wall, She stretched me out on them. Bound helplessly by the cuffs, when Arline placed the electrodes on my balls again, my penis magically stiffened up and I was able to lift the weight. Prompted by the threat of the cattle prod I managed to raise the weight enough times to satisfy Arline. Arline then went over to Melina. I heard her tell Melina to squeeze, then I heard Melina scream. I knew what was happening to her and wanted to help. Still strung up by the manacles, I couldn't escape. I don't know what I would have done if I could have gotten out anyway, but I did the only thing I could do, I called to Arline and told her that maybe her ambitions for Melina were a little too lofty and that perhaps she could make them a little more realistic. That probably was not the best choice. Arline came over to me and started screaming at me saying "How dare you tell me what's realistic for my child? I'm in charge here, I'm her parent and I say what's right for her. If I say Melina can squeeze two pounds with her cunt, she's going to squeeze two pounds even if I have to torture her all night long to get it out of her. I'm going to make her do it. And you, you little fart; maybe you need that red-hot poker shoved up your ass again. I still have it, and there's plenty of gas left in the canister, you know." That shut me up, but Arline wasn't satisfied. She took the cattle prod and began shocking me repeatedly across every square inch of my body. Strung up by the manacles, I proceeded to twist, wriggle, spasm and scream. Arline continued shocking me while laughing hysterically and maniacally. Suddenly, I stopped squirming, my complexion became ashen, I was covered in cold sweat and my breathing became labored. Melina ran over to Arline and grabbed her arm. "Mother" she said calmly, "You're killing him." Arline wrenched her arm away from Melina. "He needs killing; maybe he'll learn his lesson then..." Then Arline paused for a second, and looked at me. Indeed, Melina was right I did not look well. A look of consternation appeared on Arline's face as she realized that she had lost control of herself. I'm sure that there are those who may feel that Arline had lost control a long time before that; maybe so. In this case, however, what I'm referring to, is Arline completely losing sight of her actions. In the past, when Arline was being abusive, she was usually pretty conscious of the fact that she was being cruel to us; she did it on purpose, but she knew she was doing it and was carefully monitoring our responses. This time, however, she was not even aware that she was causing me harm. Arline looked down at the floor and for a while, she was speechless. She put the cattle prod down and talking to Melina she said "Let him down." Then she mumbled something to me. "What?" I asked. "I'm sorry." Arline said. She was crying. Arline left and went into her room. Melina let me out from the manacles and I went immediately into Arline's room to comfort her. Don't ask me why, I don't know. But the utmost thing on my mind at that moment was that Arline might be depressed, and might need my moral support. Sounds crazy huh? This Stockholm syndrome thing can be a real bitch. Still sporting a huge erection, Arline easily talked me into making love to her, and I did just that. After Arline was completely satisfied, she fell asleep and I left the room, headed for Melina's room. Since Arline, as usual, hadn't let me climax, when I got to Melina's room, I still had a gigantic hard-on. It didn't take Melina long to talk me into giving her the same comfort that I had given to Arline. Whereas Arline was jealous of my affection for Melina, Melina was not jealous of my affection for Arline. Melina didn't even ask me to wipe Arline's slime off my dick. Arline usually had me sanitize my penis with alcohol before she would let me touch her with it. Following the sexercises, Melina was all heated up and she hungrily accepted my comely johnson inside of her. We embarked on a long, slow and exhausting journey around the world. After the disquiet following the incident with the cop, I was gratified when Melina started singing at the top of her lungs for me. We were not careful about making noise but thankfully, Arline did not come in to the room. Unlike Arline, Melina did not have a phobia regarding sperm and after satisfying her fully, she encouraged me to inject my sensual elixir deep inside of her. Actually "encouraged me" is perhaps not as accurate a description as it could be. What actually happened was that Melina had wrapped her legs around me when we were making love and when she heard me making the moaning noise I usually make as I reach orgasm, she tightened her grip, thereby allowing me no escape. This surprised me, though I appreciated it greatly. She'd done that before. When I asked her about doing that, she replied that she enjoyed feeling the juices flow inside her. She said it gave her a warm feeling inside, which seemed to provide closure for her. Who was I to discourage her? Thank God, she was still taking those birth control pills. The next night after our clients left, Arline again had us assemble in the gym. Arline was delayed in coming. Melina and I waited there for Arline to show up. When I looked at Melina, I noticed that she was looking at me. I could tell by her eyes that she was viewing my entire body the way she used to do it, when we first started bathing together. I was flattered. I guess every teenager feels awkward about his body and I was no exception. Even though I should have felt bolstered by the many clients who were my fans, having Melina look at me that way, was quite a pick-me-up. Naturally, I stared back at her and for the first time in a while, I noticed how pleasing her subtle, developing, pubescent body was becoming. There she was, au natural, beautiful, the curves on her body calling to me, asking for attention. Without thinking, I went over to her and placed my hand on her waist. Melina put her arms around me and our lips met. I put my arms around her and Arline walked into the room; we were busted. Arline's face darkened and her frown became intense and scary, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she started smiling and pointed to a horizontal bar and said "We'll start by doing hanging leg raises. Let's see if we can do ten of them to start." Melina and I went over to the horizontal bar and Arline went over and got the cattle prod. "First, grab the bar" she said. We both jumped up to reach the bar. It took us a couple of tries to reach it at that height, but finally we were both hanging from the bar. "Now, without bending your knees," said Arline "raise your legs toward your chest." It was a little like doing a sit-up only doing it was much easier said than done. We only got our legs up about half way to our chests. Arline stood behind us watching. "Good. Now lower your legs down slowly and then do it again." She said. We did another repetition of the exercise and Melina and I looked at each other. It was obvious that we weren't going to survive ten reps. We had each done only two repetitions. Both of us were winded. I was feeling cramping in my abdominal muscles and Melina did not appear to be enjoying her experience either. "Again" said Arline. Melina did another repetition. I tried to do another, but I wasn't able to bring my legs up far enough to please Arline. Arline hit me in the ass with the cattle prod. Instead of completing the repetition, my hands, jolted by the prod, released their grip on the bar. I landed on my ass on the floor below. Arline hadn't bothered to buy the mats, which they normally place underneath such equipment for protection so I landed violently. I got up and began rubbing my butt, which was throbbing. Arline, never one to give sympathy, said "Get back up there and finish your exercise, rat turd." I jumped again and caught the bar. "Do it again," said Arline to both of us. We both tried, but Arline had been overly aggressive with her goals for our exercise plan. It was impossible for us to perform to the standards she had set up. We both tried again and we both failed again. This time Arline zapped Melina. Arline caught her on the butt with the cattle prod and this time, her hands cut loose from the bar sending her to the ground. She too landed on the unprotected floor with a loud bang and began rubbing herself. Arline brought her hand up to her chin and began rubbing it in confusion, Melina and I waited for Arline to decide what to do but Arline just stood there. Finally, I released my grip, unable to maintain it any longer and ready to have Arline punish me for having let go. Arline didn't respond with her usual violence. I began to wonder what the matter was. Then Arline's face brightened up. "I'll be right back," she said and she ran off. Melina and I knew better than to grab each other again. We knew Arline was already angry about having caught us the first time. If she caught us doing it again, she might just fly off the handle. We just stood there and waited. End Part 46/56 Continued in part 47/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 47/56 Summary: Our hero makes a deal with Arline. I find this chapter and the next one to be very sad. Keywords: b,g,F/g,F/b,sad,tort,viol,tragic,elec, caution,cbt,ds Sexercises. (Part 2) We didn't have to wait long; Arline had just gone out to her bedroom. When she returned, she had her new whip in her hands. "Now we're going to exercise the old fashioned way," she said smiling. "Get back up there" she said. She swung the whip harmlessly through the air, making a vulgar crack. Melina and I grabbed the bar again and began lifting up our legs. Arline had given us enough of a break for us to recover somewhat. We both did two leg raises and then faltered. Melina did another rep, and I tried to do one more, but I was unable to do so. My legs barely raised up a foot. "Again" said Arline. I was surprised that Arline hadn't struck me with her whip, but I decided that maybe she hadn't noticed that I didn't complete the task. Melina and I tried to do another rep, and this time neither of us managed to complete it. I heard a crack from the lash, Melina screamed out, loud and long. I expected another crack but to my surprise, there wasn't any. Arline had whipped only Melina and had not whipped me. "Again" Arline said angrily. This time our legs barely moved. I heard another crack and Melina screamed out again. Again, Arline did not strike me. This was to me a disheartening turn of events. I recognized that my worst fears were being realized. It meant that Arline had at last come to terms with the naked truth that she was in fact jealous of Melina and that her policy of hands-off, regarding Melina was now over. Arline now felt free to take out her animosity on Melina. Further, it appeared that now, when she became angry at me, there was the likelihood that instead of turning her anger at me, she would be turning it against Melina, through the defense mechanism of transference. I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized that whereas Arline used to transfer her anger at Melina, onto me, now she was transferring her anger at me, onto Melina. Melina had become my whipping boy. Arline yelled "You will do more leg raises, or else." I didn't try at all. I could see that Melina had tried hard again and had in fact had made a pretty good attempt. "Not good enough." Said Arline, and she swung the whip at Melina again, striking her with full force on her legs causing another long, loud scream. It was killing me to have to listen to Melina wincing in pain like that. Desperate to try anything that might shield Melina from Arline's assault, I said "Mistress Arline, Melina's flesh is getting damaged. You're going to leave scars if you continue to do this. You don't want to destroy Melina's value as an asset, do you? You've expressed this before." Arline paused and put down the whip. "I need to make sure that you guys get your sexercises done. You're right though. The whip will devalue Melina. People pay a premium to have her smooth skin next to theirs. I'm going back to the cattle prod." With that, Arline grabbed the cattle prod and said "There has to be some way I can get a lower setting out of this thing. If you guys keep falling down when I use it, someone's going to get hurt." Arline looked at the cattle prod and sure enough, there was a slide switch, which set the prod to "high" or "low" power. Melina had gotten down from the high bar by then, so Arline said "Get back up there, the two of you. We've got more sexercises to do." She tapped the bar of the cattle prod against her free hand and we jumped onto the bar. We both tried to do ten reps of the leg raise sexercise, but neither of us could do more than two of them by then. Arline hit us with the cattle prod again and again. While we screamed, writhed and squirmed, neither of us could do any more than that, but at least we were no longer being jolted off the bar by the intensity of the cattle prod. That's not to suggest that we were enjoying the new lower setting, it still hurt like a Klingon pain stick, but at least it was no longer knocking us off the bar onto the floor. Arline continued to pick on Melina more than me. Having to watch the awful sight, made me sick to my stomach. I tried pointing out to Arline that she could be fairer in the meting out of her punitive measures but Arline just became angrier. She said "I'm not picking on Melina, she's just not doing as good a job as I know she can do" and then she'd hurt Melina again. I tried screwing up on purpose to get Arline to concentrate on me in an effort to get her to ease up a little on Melina. It was no use. "Mistress Arline, she's your own daughter for Christ's sake. Stop hurting her. Someday you're going to regret having done this." I began crying. Arline gave at me a pitying look. It was apparent that I had reached her on some level, but hadn't reached deep enough for her to overcome the jealousy she was feeling about Melina's relationship with her me. Arline took the cattle prod and proceeded to jolt Melina until she fell down. Then she continued jolting her while she was lying on the floor. Then she set the cattle prod back on high and hit her several times more. Melina writhed like a snake on a hot frying pan. Arline just continued shocking her. An intense sneer swept over Arline's lips. Then through gritted teeth she said to me "Don't you ever try to tell me what to do with my daughter. I'm the mother here. I'm in charge. I will discipline my child as I see fit. And you, you're my child too. I will discipline you as I see fit." With that, Arline turned the cattle prod on me and shocked me until I fell down. Then she continued shocking me again and again. I curled up into a ball in an attempt to protect myself from the onslaught, but Arline continued shocking me anyway. Then, she began shocking both of us first one, then the other for a while. Eventually, her frenzy was over and she stood over us waiting for us to catch our breath. "Let's go to the jogging machines." She said patiently. Melina and I got up and went slowly over to the treadmills. We were both hoping that Arline had expended all of her hostility by now and that we could have ourselves a revitalizing run, which hopefully wouldn't be overly vigorous. Arline had other ideas. She set the treadmill for a moderate workout with a number of hills but for only two miles this time. Last time it had been for five miles of strenuous workout, so we were encouraged to work on the plan. Everything was going fine until the machine began inclining the track again. While the track was flat, both of us were able to keep pace at that moderate rate the machine had set, but when the track began to incline, both of us began getting winded and started dropping towards the back of the track. Arline was waiting there for us. She hit Melina with the prod, which she had neglected to change back to the low setting. Melina screamed and fell down. Then she hit me with the prod. I screamed and fell down. Arline looked confused for a second and then flipped the switch, which lowered the power. Thankfully, when we fell down, a cord, which was connected to the "tethered safety key", stopped the machine and kept us both from getting too badly hurt. That is until Arline started attacking us with the cattle prod. Then we got hurt. Arline smiled. She said "Get back up, you lazy bastards, you will finish this exercise program." We both got back up while Arline continued to blitz us with the prod. It was quite difficult and discouraging for us because the tendency is to cover oneself up and to hide when one is being bombarded like that, and not to get up and start running. But this was Arline we're talking about, we were familiar with her tactics and we both knew cowering wouldn't work with her, it would only encourage her. So get up, we did. We got back up on our machines, placed the safety keys into the interlocks and started running again as fast as we could. Somehow, maybe it was because Arline was continuously spurring us on, we both managed to complete the two-mile exercise. Uplifted by the results, Arline brought out the kegel measuring gauges and stuffed them into our sphincters. Without prompting, we were doing point three. Arline proceeded to torture us with the cattle prod until we could place three pounds of pressure on the gauge. It was probably a fluke, but eventually, we both did it, and Arline was satisfied. "We need to do one more sexercise," said Arline. She proceeded to wipe off one of the kegel gauges and stuff one up Melina's snatch. Then she tied a weight to my penis. Our response was not immediate enough for Arline. "I know what you need, you need some inspiration." She said. Arline proceeded to string us both up by the manacles at the end of the room. Both sets were about two inches higher than they should have been and we were both obliged to stand on our toes to avoid having the manacles pull our arms out of our sockets. While this was not a problem for Arline, it was a problem for us. Arline said "You are going to raise the weight twenty times, and you are going to put two pounds of pressure on the meter." Arline first looked at me. I did not even have an erection, lifting the weight twenty times was not an option. Arline placed one of the contacts of the cattle prod on my balls and the other one on the head of my penis. "You ready?" she said. I readied myself. WHAM. It felt like Arline had removed my entire genital area. I screamed and for a moment, I knew how Spence must have felt. Arline went over to Melina. She placed one electrode over Melina's clitoris and the other inside her labia. "Are you ready?" Melina screamed and then she went limp. I'm pretty sure that for a moment she also knew how Spence felt. Arline looked satisfied at Melina who was now out cold. I on the other hand was worried. "Mistress Arline," I said. "You'd better let Melina out or at least wake her up. The manacles are going to pull her arms out of their sockets and that would be... bad." Arline looked aloof and said "Why should that be a concern of mine?" "Melina would be disabled, and wouldn't be able to jerk people off correctly." I answered. "Don't worry, we still have you to do that." Said Arline. "She's your daughter Mistress Arline; I know that somewhere inside you still love her just as much as you always have." I was shaking. "Oh God, please Mistress Arline, look inside of yourself and find that love, or you're going to regret it someday." I said. Arline stared coldly at Melina's drooping body. "Why should I care?" "Do it for me Mistress Arline." I said crying. "I'll be your dedicated slave forever. Please Mistress, don't hurt her anymore." Arline paused for a moment. Then she said "Swear that you'll never have sex with Melina again unless someone pays for it. Swear you'll never touch her or look upon her again. Swear you'll never talk to her or comfort her again. Swear that you'll forsake her for me, forever. Swear that you'll be my devoted slave and follow my every command to the letter, from now on and without question. And swear that you'll never speak to her of this deal we are making now. Swear." "Mistress Arline, if you'll promise never to inflict pain on Melina again, and to protect her from harm by others, I'll swear to it." I said. "I swear that I will never physically harm Melina again." Said Arline, "I swear that I will never let others physically harm her either. Now you swear." "I swear to it," I said. I didn't realize it then, but I had just sold my soul. Then Arline cautioned me that our deal was like one of those interest free loans. If you don't pay them off entirely, by the due date, they add the interest that would have accrued during the grace period, to the balance. So it was, that If I broke the deal, Arline said she would inflict upon Melina all of the punishment she owed her during our grace period. I believed her. Arline released Melina from the manacles and she toppled to the ground. Forsake. That was the word Arline had used. I couldn't stop crying. Melina was going to feel deserted by me and I couldn't even tell her why. Arline had me wake Melina up and Melina looked at me. I couldn't look back at her. It was more painful than all of the punishments that Arline had inflicted upon me, put together. Now I was going to have to abandon Melina and she could never know that I had done it for her. This was going to hurt her deeply too. Maybe I should have let Arline continue to hurt her. The pain would have only been physical. Perhaps paralyzing, but perhaps it would not have been as painful as our deal became. End Part 47/56 Continued in part 48/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 48/56 Summary: Our hero's deal with Arline has severe unforeseen consequences. This chapter is very sad. Keywords: tragic,elec,b,F/b,sad,tort,Fb,bd,oral piv,rom,oral,ds Ideal With The Devil. Arline let us go for the night. We went to our rooms. I couldn't sleep. Instead, I cried all the rest of that night. I thought about how, what I did was the right thing to do. About how sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the ideals that are important to you. Even if it means giving up the things you love the most. It was a painful paradox, but it seemed to be the only way to protect Melina. I knew Melina would probably never see me the same way again. Hopefully she would pass through all five stages of grief. First Melina would deny that I had abandoned her, and then she would be angry at herself for doing whatever it was she thought I might be angry at her about. Then she would be angry with me for not telling her what it was. Melina might start praying to God asking him to have me forgive her. Then she would be depressed, probably for a long time. Finally, the anger and sadness would taper off and acceptance would take its place. Eventually, hopefully, she would move on. At that point, she would be lost to me forever. I knew that eventually her emotional wounds would heal over. Scars would replace them. I knew I was going to miss Melina terribly and that my wounds were probably never going to heal. They were going to fester and grow infected; I knew that Arline was going to see these wounds and was probably going to rub salt in them. I was going to continue to love Melina and I knew Arline was going to poke at my broken heart forever. God, why did I ever make that deal? I was such a fool. My only hope was that Arline would break her end of the bargain before Melina forgot me, and that it wouldn't be too late to mend the shattered remains of our relationship. The next morning was cold, rainy and overcast. The weather outside was not as gloomy as I was inside. I stood in the shower with Melina. She said "I had a nightmare last night. I don't remember all of it, but I think you died in the dream. It was terrible, I woke up in a cold sweat." Then she asked me how I'd slept. I did not answer. The water from the shower was washing away my tears; Melina could not tell I was crying, but instinctively, she knew something was wrong. Arline came in and scraped us down with the brushes. I didn't feel them or anything in the steaming hot water, but cold. Melina kept chatting away about this and that. I was conspicuously silent. Melina finally asked, "Are you mad at me or something?" Arline looked at me with one of those looks that she gave us. It meant "or else." I stood silent in the shower looking down at the floor, away from Melina. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Melina was hurt, but then she shook it off. She probably thought I was having a bad day. I was; I was having the worst day of my life. I regretted that the shower was washing away my tears because Melina could not tell how heavyhearted I was, at having to deny my affections for her. perhaps if I could have looked at her she might see the redness in my eyes that usually accompanys tears. I desperately wished that there was some way I could tell Melina that it wasn't anything she had done. I knew that soon she was going to blame herself for the rift. That was going to be the second stage in the wake of the break up. After the shower, Arline grabbed a towel and gently dried me off. She usually made me air dry. This time there was no towel for Melina. Then Arline said "Let's fuck." With that, Arline led me by the hand gently out of the bathroom leaving Melina by herself to drip dry. First Arline tied me face down using the wrist and ankle restraints she kept on the bed. Then she forced a large dildo up my ass. Being of a quite large diameter and completely dry, It hurt greatly. I moaned. Arline said "Good for you" and stuffed it in as deep as it would go. Then she pumped it up and down which continued to hurt until at last, it became lubricated with my own mucus. Arline then took out her switch and began beating me with it. Arline was unusually aggressive with the switch and it stung a great deal, but I was thinking about Melina the whole time and that was hurting a whole lot more. Arline reached underneath me and to her discouragement, the caning had not made me very hard. "Wait here" She said, and she left the room. When she came back, she was smiling and carrying the cattle prod. Let's see if this can do the trick. Naked and spread eagle, Arline could catch me anywhere on my back with the prod, even my balls, which were poking through, and were fair game for her. She started with my ass. Having been caned prior to the shocking, I was more sensitive than usual. The shocks seemed to last longer; or at least the stinging part of the shock did. The jolt from the prod lasted the microsecond that it usually did. She struck me about ten times in a row. Then she reached underneath me again. Not yet satisfied, Arline said "you will satisfy me" and began shocking me again, this time she was aiming more at my balls. Initially, my concern over Melina distracted me. When she began shocking my balls, however, she got my attention. Arline jolted me about ten more times and felt underneath me again. I could not tell whether the prod was on the high setting or the low one, but then apparently still not satisfied, Arline flipped the switch on the device and when she next shocked me, I could tell. The kid gloves were off now. I was no longer being tormented by my distress over Melina, I was being tortured by Arline. I was no longer concerned for Melina, I was concerned for my own welfare. Arline reached underneath me and seemed satisfied with the results. Arline now untied me and had me lay face up on the bed. "Okay, do me." She said, and she climbed on top of my face holding the cattle prod. I began slowly stimulating her the way she liked it. First, I licked the hair surrounding her vagina, slowly moving on to her hairy outer lips. Arline was drenched from caning me and from using the cattle prod. She was ambrosial. In other words, there was plenty to cleanse. I continued to lick her exterior genital area and then to lick her inner labia. These were among my favorite parts but I had to be careful because Arline found them too sensitive and if I was too aggressive with my cleansing of them, it would turn her off and she would get angry and become dangerous. After briefly flirting with her labia minora, I began flicking my tongue across her clitoris, and then in general licking across the middle sections of her vulva, superficially, not going too deep. Arline began to respond to my attention by rocking her hips and waving her vagina across my mouth. That was my signal to begin going deeper. I ran the tip of my tongue down the shaft of her clitoris going as deep as I could. Arline began squeaking and pushing her vagina into my face. Soon, Arline was making that "Ohh ohh ohh" sound. I reached up and grabbed her breasts rubbing her firm nipples with my thumbs and Arline began making the long, moaning "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh sound and squirting viscous ejaculate into my mouth. It was obvious that Arline was having a great orgasm. The truth be known, Arline was never inhibited about having loud orgasms but this time she seemed to be screaming louder than usual. I wondered if she was doing it in order to flaunt it in Melina's face. There was no doubt that Melina could hear her, the china was rattling on the walls and it surprised me that the crystal wasn't breaking. Arline kept screaming and I kept stimulating her. I knew better than to interrupt her during one of her frenzied summits. She went on like that for at least half an hour. I was afraid she might lose her voice, but she just kept screaming and I just kept licking. Finally, Arline slowed down and released her grip on my penis. She had grabbed hold of it and was squeezing it with both hands the entire time. "More" she said. "You get on top this time." I was hesitant. To make a long story short, the last time I had gone on top, I wound up ejaculating into Arline's vagina. She became violently angry and shoved a red-hot poker up my ass. "Get the fuck up there, and fuck me," she screamed. I figured that I'd better not delay any longer. "What's the worst that can happen?" I thought. I figured that I already knew. I climbed aboard and placed my erect penis at the vestibule (the entrance to her vagina.) Arline was now quite moist from the cunnilingus I had given her, and my penis slid easily inside of her. Arline moaned appreciatively when she felt me enter. It felt good for me too. I loved Arline despite her faults and I hadn't been inside of her for quite a while. Suffice it to say that it was no sacrifice servicing Arline and it took little coercion, to force me to attend to her needs. Arline put her arms around my neck and kissed me, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth. Of course, it wasn't painful, but that action startled me. Arline didn't like kissing me because I gave so many blowjobs to our clients. I wondered what her game was. She kept her arms around my neck, her lips on mine and seemed to be beckoning me to kiss her back. With great trepidation, I did. Arline's response was surprisingly enthusiastic. She accepted my kiss, closed her mouth and started sucking on my tongue. I put my arms around her neck and drew her close. Our bodies were now in full contact, I could feel Arline's full breasts rubbing against my chest. Arline had never held me this way before. She usually kept me at arm's length even when she was having sex with me, in fact, especially when we were having sex. I felt a sensation of emotional warmth, a feeling of attachment to Arline that I had never felt before with her. If I didn't know better, I would have thought at that moment, that she actually loved me. That was impossible; she was my stepmother. It might have been okay for me to love her, she was my mother, but for her to love me? I wondered if we had traveled into an alternate reality or perhaps there was some cosmic mistake. The warm loving sensation I was having at that moment allowed me to maintain my erection even though the pain from my caning had worn off. I continued to pump my penis deeply in and out of Arline's vagina and hold her tightly in my arms. I realized that Arline and I were both making love for the first time ever. In the past, I had made love to her, but she always kept her emotional distance from me. This time was different. My having submitted to her totally (as her devoted slave) and without the eminent threat of Melina's rivalry was allowing Arline to give herself to me completely. As I continued making love to Arline, she wrapped me tightly in her arms and with her legs. I kept my penis at the forward portion of her vagina rubbing the head against her clitoris and across her G-spot. Arline abandoned her inhibitions and began squeaking and screaming loudly. She rapidly progressed to the "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" stage where she stayed for a long time until finally I began tingling inside. "Arline let me go" I said "I can't hold back any longer." "Go ahead." said Arline, "Don't worry" and then she wrapped her legs more tightly around my waist like a heavyweight wrestler. Certain that Arline had lost her mind and didn't know what she was doing, I held off as long as I could, but Arline was just too much. Her screaming was such a turn on and her vaginal muscles kept tightening against and gripping my penis so hard they became impossible to resist. I came, spewing burst after burst of sperm inside of her. "Mmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmm" she said each time she felt the flow enter her. "O H M Y G O D." I thought, "This will be the death of me. I hope there's nothing worse than a red- hot poker." This time, Arline didn't scream, she kept her legs wrapped tightly around me, held me in her arms and kissed me again. I could feel her vaginal muscles sweeping my sperm into her uterus. I noticed, for the first time that she had an incredibly long, sensuous and delicious tongue. No wonder she gave such great head. "Oh my God, she really has lost her mind." I thought. Arline finally released me and I lay on the bed alongside of her. We fell asleep for a long while. When we woke up Arline told me to leave her and to go have breakfast. When I got to the table, Melina was sitting there. She was crying, she had been there since our bath. I couldn't stand to see her that way. I left the kitchen and went to my room where I cried for a long time. I never had breakfast that day. Arline went out that day and bought more downs. She took them and made me take some apparently for no other reason than to antagonize Melina. Not that I necessarily minded taking them, but I did have to reckon with the fact that I knew Melina disapproved of us using them. She must have thought that Arline bought them just to get her goat. She was right. The next couple of weeks were thoroughly depressing for both Melina and me. Arline had sex with me at least once a day. She always waited until Melina was present to invite me saying, "Let's make love" or "Let's have sex together" or just "Let's fuck." Then she would beat me and have me screw her whereupon she would scream loudly, grab me by the neck, kiss me deeply, wrap her legs around me and force me to ejaculate into her. It didn't take me long to recognize that Arline wanted to get pregnant by me simply to make Melina jealous. So one day I asked her "Mistress Arline, are you trying to get pregnant?" "What made you think that?" said Arline innocently. "You're forcing me to come inside of you. Even an eleven year old knows what that will do." I said. "Are you?" "You said you wanted children," said Arline "I want you to be happy." "Mistress Arline, I'm only eleven years old, I don't want children yet. You don't even want children yet, do you?" "Of course I do." Said Arline. "I want a little girl." "Mistress Arline, you have a little girl." I said. I started crying. "Why can't you be happy with her? Why aren't you more appreciative of her?" "She doesn't deserve to be appreciated. I never wanted her. She came at an inconvenient time for me and caused a rift on my relationship with someone I loved. I had a great relationship with her father but when she came along, he left me." Arline said. "Mistress Arline," I said, "You mustn't blame her, it wasn't her fault. You're killing her now. Why can't you even pretend to be nice to her? Can't you see what's happening to her?" "That's not your business any more. It's not your place to be talking about this. I think you need some disciplining, right now." Arline said. "Mistress Arline, You're not going to be able to discipline this problem away. I'll take my lumps but the problem will still exist, long after the pain goes away." "Maybe so," said Arline, "but I need to discipline someone now, and that means you. That is, unless you want me to start beating Melina again." Arline called to Melina "We're going to fuck now; we'll see you when we're through." With that, Arline dragged me into her bedroom by my hair, tied me to her bed, beat me with the switch until she was satisfied with my erection and had me fuck her until she actually did lose her voice. When I left the bedroom, Melina was sitting at the table, crying again. She had been doing a lot of that lately. I turned away from her, went into my bedroom and cried. I'd been doing a lot of that lately too. Arline hadn't seemed to notice. Maybe she didn't care. Worse yet, maybe she did care and was glad about it. Based on her actions that seemed to be the most likely. I thought about the guy with the gun and his "two fer" and how Arline was getting her "two for one" when she hurt Melina, I was also being hurt. It became depressing seeing Melina so distraught and I wished that I had more self-control. Maybe self- control isn't appropriate. I had sworn to be Arline's dedicated slave so maybe what I really needed was more autonomy; not a possibility for a slave, but I blamed myself nonetheless. On the other hand, Arline had kept her word and had not physically abused Melina since we had made our deal, and for all intents and purposes, she actively screened out her customers to insure that nobody else hurt Melina either. (All customers wishing to hurt Melina were directed to me. Yeah great.) But as far as I could see, I had succeeded in protecting her. What I didn't recognize was the eroding effect of the mental anguish that Arline was inflicting. It was wearing away more painfully on Melina's soul, than the pain would have eroded her flesh. Maybe if I had been older I would have been more aware of the ramifications of what was happening to her, but as it was, I was well pleased with myself for having successfully saved her. After the time the cop had had sex with Melina, he was nice to her. Over the course of the next few weeks, he returned numerous times for his "tribute" from Arline. He continued to have sex with Melina each time and was always courteous, patient, passionate and sexually stimulating for her. She came to rely on him for her satisfaction and they became good friends. The cop was insulating Melina from the melancholia which was growing in my absence. Melina continued to scream with excitement when he had sex with her, causing me more than a little mental anguish and creating a good deal of jealousy. I attempted to take it in stride, but I could never entirely suppress my anger. Still, I was glad that at least she had somebody. I felt so terrible. I finally resolved the conflict in my mind when I arrived at the rationalization that Melina was only enjoying sex with him because she missed me, and that she was really thinking of me when she was doing all that screaming. I realize now that it was truly a rationalization. It's simply that at that time I was mentally unprepared to accept the truth. Melina did sincerely miss me. But she was actually thinking about the cop, when she had sex with him. He was in fact a highly skilled lover. End Part 48/56 Continued in part 49/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 49/56 Summary: Arline finds a new way to punish our debased duo. Keywords: b,g,Fb,Mg,Mb,bd,group,oral,ws,viol,anal,piv, tragic Giving To The Community. Early one day, Arline went out and when she came back, we heard murmuring from the living room. Arline walked in and declared, "Today, we're going to do something for the underprivileged. We're giving free rides to the homeless. Step this way folks." Following her into the room were six, ugly, filthy, shabbily dressed, smelly, homeless people all of whom had scruffy beards, except for one of them. She was a woman, and she had a mustache. Melina started crying. I turned away. Arline flashed one of those "gotcha" smiles she made when she knew she was in control and was making us "pay the fine" for erring. As usual, we were naked, tied spread eagle on the beds. Arline suggested that they cut cards to see who would get "first crack." (So to speak.) She brought out a deck for them. One of the men and the woman won the first round. "I'm going to watch." Said Arline. She sat down in the chair, smiling and stared as the first people started. The first man didn't bother to get undressed. He started right off, sticking his tongue into Melina's mouth, spitting inside her while stuffing his fingers into her snatch. The guy had really bad "dragon's breath" and clearly toxic body odor. Melina was trying to hold her breath to avoid it, all the while twisting her waist in an effort to avoid his fingers, which were filthy, rough and had long, sharp nails. The woman was wearing a dress, so all she did was remove a pair of dirty panties with holes in them. Then she climbed on top of the bed, pulled the dress over me and stuck her bush in my face. Usually, I like the smell of women almost as much as their taste. But this woman smelled terrible, kind of like a combination of burned out computer circuit board and stagnant water. With her dress forming a tent over me, there was no fresh air coming in to circulate the stifling, putrid air. I began gagging for the first time in a month and almost puked. Arline heard me gagging and said, "You're going to do your best to help these folks, aren't you. You know I still have that poker." The thought of the poker sobered me up some and I stopped gagging, but the lack of air still made it hard to breathe. The woman said "So, are you going to do me? Or are you just going to fuck around?" Arline sang "Poker." I stuck my tongue at the entrance of her vagina; there was a thick crusty coating around it, which just about sealed her shut. Whatever it was, it was coating her pubic hair as far as my tongue could reach and it had a very strange taste. Normally I love the taste of a woman, but when I stuck my tongue inside this woman, she had an obnoxious, sour flavor inside. That, and the lack of oxygen was making this a really negative experience. Not that Arline forcing me to give head to someone is necessarily a positive experience, but I was used to doing it. Servicing this woman was different. Meanwhile the man who had started with Melina was now sitting on her chest, pinching her nipples and pulling her labia minora about an inch away from her vagina. The guy was smiling and Melina was sobbing and wincing, each time he pinched or pulled on her. The woman, who was now sitting on top of me with her full weight bearing down on my face, began peeing into my mouth. This had a strange flavor too, and it was all I could do to keep up with her stream and to swallow the horribly foul tasting, disgusting liquid. I wondered what she had been eating or drinking which could have made the flavor so rancid. The memory of Arline singing "poker" kept going through my mind though, and I think that's what drove me to avoid spilling or puking. I was afraid to lick the crust on the outside, so when she finished peeing, I began licking her clitoris. Normally, I take my time before entering a woman's temple, but the crust on this woman seemed diseased, so I hurried inside. The woman began rocking back and forth moaning. She grabbed my dick and my balls tightly in her two hands, like a video game joystick. I started wincing and moaning in pain but that did not deter her. She responded by squeezing harder and pulling more. I figured I had better distract her and started sticking my tongue deep inside of her hole. The woman eased up a little but in general, continued with her grip. By now, the man with Melina had removed most of his clothing. He looked at Arline and the woman who was sitting on me. He appeared to be ashamed to undress in front of them. Arline turned her head. The woman just stared back at him, with her eyes burning a hole in the one article of clothing he was still wearing. The guy finally gave the woman a "well, fuck you" look and removed his last item of clothing. He threw the nearly black underpants at the woman. She caught them and stuck them in her mouth. Then she pointed to the guy's grubby, really small penis and laughed. Next, the man jumped violently on top of Melina taking her breath away for a moment. He had his full weight on her, and it was fortunate that he was so thin. After removing his clothing, his body odor had gotten worse, and Melina turned her head to the side in an effort to avoid it. Then he stuck his dick into her vagina. This hardly affected Melina who was by now, used to penises, which were much, much larger than his was. That's not to suggest that someone forcing his unwelcome penis into her was in any way innocuous. It was an affront to her no matter whose it was, unless of course, it was invited, but Arline never permitted that to happen anymore. The only exception since my deal with Arline, was the cop, for whom Melina waited with anticipation and enthusiasm. By now the woman was going "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh" and rocking back and forth rapidly. Viscous, slimy, putrid liquids were dripping into my mouth and down my throat. If Melina's juices were champagne, hers were sewage, and I was becoming sick. The woman got louder and louder, her rocking got faster and faster. I licked accordingly. Finally, she began moaning a loud series of "Eee, eee, eees" and began squirting. Arline singing "poker" kept going through my head and somehow I managed to avoid throwing up. Even now, when I remember her horrible raunchy taste, it still makes me gag. Finally, the woman stopped rocking and moaning, and just sat on top of my face motionless. She called to Arline and said, "Mrs., can I go again?" Arline responded, "This ain't an amusement park, lady, you get one ride. You want to go again; you'll have to pay for it." With that, the woman slowly got down. The guy who had first started with Melina came almost immediately after entering Melina's warm, tight pussy, and now, the next man was on top of her. He didn't bother to undress. He simply unzipped his pants and stuck his dick out the hole. As he pumped, Melina, who was of course, naked, she got chafed by the unshielded zipper links and stem. The guy, who never really achieved much of an erection, kept pounding away, adding to Melina's distress. Then the guy who got third place walked up to me. He stripped down and lay down on me sixty-nine style. He stuck his dirty, piss-covered dick into my mouth. It was bad tasting and slimy too. Then he put his mouth over my penis. I thought he was going to give me head while I did him, but instead, he bit down on my dick. He bit down so hard, I was afraid he was going to remove it. Arline saw this and said "Remember, we agreed, no permanent damage. We can't have you killing the golden goose, you know." The man stopped for a second and answered "I remember." but continued biting me. Meanwhile, I was doing my best to make the guy happy. Because he was on top of me, I couldn't move my neck to give him decent head. He started moving his hips and working his dick in and out while I tightened my lips around him. I kept my tongue on the bottom of the head of his dick forcing it onto the roof of my mouth and throat, all the while keeping a firm vacuum on it. The man kept a tight hold on my penis, which was wedged firmly between his teeth, and kept pumping away. Eventually, he began to suck on my dick head, but he continued to clamp down on it with his teeth. The biting was too distracting for me to enjoy him sucking. I continued doing him. By that time, the guy's zipper had scraped Melina raw. Small droplets of blood were forming on her outer lips, and perineum. He was obviously having a hard time because his dick kept falling out and flopping over. Melina's legs were spread as wide as they could be, which should have allowed him easy access, but it was no use. The guy was just too soft. "Spank me." He said. Arline removed one of Melina's wrist bonds and Melina did her best to spank him, which was difficult from her position. "Harder" he said. Melina spanked him harder. "Harder" he said. Melina spanked him harder. "Harder" he said. Melina motioned to Arline, and Arline went to the closet, got out the switch, and handed it to her. She began to beat him with it. Melina was glad to beat him, she was tired of being abused by the guy's zipper and was taking out her hostility by beating him soundly. "Harder!" Said the guy. Melina gladly beat him harder. "Harder!" The man said. Melina was only too glad to beat him harder. "Harder, harder, harder" the guy yelled. Melina beat him as hard as she could, and then Arline took a turn. The guy's ass was red all over and he was screaming in pain, but it was no use. The guy's penis was dead. It would not maintain an erection no matter how hard they beat him. Melina asked the man if maybe a blowjob would be more effective. She told him that most guys could achieve orgasm without actually getting hard; it just took the right amount of stimulation. The guy agreed to try. Melina was glad not to be rubbed raw by the guy's zipper any more. Arline untied the rest of Melina's bonds. Melina had the man take his pants down. Then she began to give the guy head with him laying on the bed and her standing. Melina attended to the man with her usual skill and care. Soon, he was enjoying himself and began saying "Mmmmmmm" appreciatively. Melina was glad that the guy had cleaned his dick off inside of her vagina. Not that it was wonderful knowing that the dirt had come off inside her, but, having wiped it off, made it "sweeter" than it would have been otherwise. Melina then proceeded to suck on his dick while using her neck muscles to stroke him up and down with her lips. While the man never did achieve an erection, Melina's skill prevailed. Eventually the guy came, injecting perhaps a tablespoon of jizz into her mouth in several bursts. Melina promptly sucked it out and swallowed. "Mmmmm" she said smiling amicably. She didn't really mean it, but she did that to make him happy. It was part of the treatment. The man admitted that this was the first orgasm he had achieved in years and wished he had some money so he could pay her with it. Arline told him that his gratitude was payment enough. Melina choked slightly when she heard that, but she nodded her head politely, smiling in agreement. By now, the guy who had won second place with me was deep inside my throat and was savoring the sensations I was providing. He was still biting and sucking on my penis, but I doubted that he was getting any juice out. Even if he hadn't been distracting me with his teeth, he had locked his teeth so tightly around me that I doubted whether any of my juices could get past them. The man was now rapidly going up and down into my mouth and his balls were bouncing on my nose and eyes and forcing me to close my eyelids. His smell was terrible, almost as bad as the woman's was. I kept up the pressure with my tongue lips and throat. The guy began moaning contentedly and jerking his muscles. When the man came, he screamed loudly and ecstatically. Then he began peeing into my mouth. I was used to women doing this, but not to having men do this. I learned then, that a male's urine was even stronger than an older woman's was. I supposed I could have guessed that if I had thought about it. With Arline there, I thought I'd better do a neat job and I sucked on the guy's dick like a soda straw. The next guy was now ready for Melina. He was an extremely large person, both tall and wide. He looked scary muscular, and had tattoos covering most of his body. He pointed to Melina and then to the sawhorse. Melina looked up at her mother pleadingly. Arline just smiled wickedly and dragged Melina to the horse tying her tightly to its legs. As usual, the saw-toothed crossbeam was entirely supporting her weight under her stomach and crotch. Her ass was protruding provocatively out the back. The guy's face took on a fierce look as if he was angry at Melina, then he went up to her and smacked her really hard on her butt. Melina yelled and lurched forward on the brace, which swayed from the force. After the man spanked her, he shook his hand; it was obvious from the gesture that the blow had hurt him as well. Undeterred, he hit her again just as hard. The guy continued to buffet Melina repeatedly just as hard as he had the first time, shaking and rubbing his hand after each blow. Melina's ass was becoming red all over. She winced and howled after each blow. She began crying again. Arline watched smiling and didn't interfere. At random times during the assault, he stuck his hand under Melina feeling her vagina, apparently testing to see if she was wet down below. When he was satisfied, the man disrobed. He had pretty much the largest dick anybody had ever seen. It was black with grime and shiny with ooze, but underneath the filth, it was definitely a "Guinness" World record breaker. There was a tattoo of a snake with its fangs sticking out on his dick head. Even Arline looked impressed by it. Arline had just the slightest look of remorse on her face as if she were worried about Melina. She had never shown any concern for Melina before. Next, the guy walked to the front of the support and told Melina to open her mouth wide. When Melina didn't respond soon enough, the man smacked her so hard in the face, her nose began to bleed. Arline looked as if she wanted to say something but she didn't. The guy again told Melina to open wide. Melina looked to Arline for help but Arline just sat there. Melina opened her mouth. The man stuck his dick in her mouth and Melina discovered that it was too large to fit. Melina's teeth were rubbing against his penis. The guy took his penis out of her mouth and slapped her in the face again. "Bitch, if I feel your teeth again, I'll break your jaw and then It'll fit just right." The man said. Melina opened her mouth as wide as she could and this time, when the man stuck his member inside, he fit, but just barely. "Okay bitch, here it comes." With that, the guy thrust his cock hilt deep into Melina's mouth. Melina gagged as the man's immense head drove into the farthest reaches of her throat. Once again, Arline looked somewhat concerned as the man began pumping his cock in and out of Melina's mouth. It was too large for Melina to apply any of her well-learned techniques on it, but the guy seemed to be having a good time nevertheless. The man continued to propel his johnson into Melina's throat and then he stopped. By then, Melina's saliva had already cleaned the thing off. He walked behind Melina and spit on her ass, and then he rubbed the spit onto her rectum. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, which were still bright red from the lambasting, and got ready to enter Melina's back door. "That's not going to happen." Said Arline suddenly. She was holding the gun that she had gotten from the guy with the gun. "You said I could do anything I wanted to her." said the man. "I said anything, except cause damage to her," said Arline. "This is definitely over the line." "Come on lady, I like it tight. What do you care?" asked the man. "That's my business, and none of yours. Now back off." Said Arline. "Can I still get my blowjob?" The guy asked. "I'm going to leave that up to her." Arline answered defiantly. Arline looked at Melina. Melina said, "Okay, I guess. As long as he doesn't smack me in the face again or try to break my jaw. And I want him to release me from this contraption. Oh, and I want an apology." "I'm sorry." Said the guy. He didn't sound very sorry, but Melina accepted the apology. Arline made the man remove the ropes, which bound Melina to the brace, and Melina sat down on the bed while the man stood up. Then she resumed where she had left off. She gave the guy the best blowjob she could. The man ejaculated so deep in her throat, some of it dripped into Melina's lungs and she had to cough it up. The last remaining guy said he wasn't queer and didn't want me, so he waited for Melina to finish with the big man. He said he would like Melina tied down, so Arline let him tie her up. He did a lousy job of it, but Melina thought it better, not to complain that the ropes weren't tight enough. The man got undressed, and then jumped on top of Melina without foreplay or jell. Fortunately, Melina was still well moistened from the big guy and the last man slipped in without effort or pain for Melina. Though he took his time, he eventually came without complication. Arline had been holding the gun on the big guy the whole time, so she had Melina get dressed. To Melina's disappointment, she had very few clothes that now fit. Arline told her not to worry. Arline said she really didn't need any. She told Melina that she had a perfectly good set of work clothes. In order to keep the gun on the big guy, Arline took Melina along to drive the car when taking the homeless people back to where they had come from. Naturally, Melina did not have a license but they kept the car dark and they weren't caught. On the way back, Arline drove. Melina thanked Arline for watching out for her. Naturally, Arline didn't tell Melina that she had made a deal with me not to allow anybody to hurt her. Instead, Arline said she was still punishing Melina and me for breaking her hymen and causing the financial loss. Arline said she thought Melina deserved to have her asshole ruptured, and that it would have been a good lesson for her. Arline said that she was only protecting her business interests and that she really didn't care what happened to Melina. Melina was crushed. She cried all the way home. End Part 49/56 Continued in part 50/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 50/56 Summary: Our debased duo are humiliated in the park again. Once again they are gang raped. Keywords: b,g,M+b,M+g,exhib,nc,rape,sad,viol,humil, anal,oral,piv,best Rare Stakes. One day, Arline gave us our baths and enemas, and then we had our breakfast. Though Arline's box mix waffles contained the usual dose of excrement, they tasted okay when you put enough syrup on them. Unfortunately, Arline administered the syrup and gave us each only about a tablespoon or so of it. "Sugar is bad for your health," she said as she poured each of us our meager portions. I used to love my mother's waffles, she made them from scratch and I thought back to a time when she used to be so proud of her recipe. I missed her waffles and I missed her, terribly. She never used to skimp on the syrup. Thinking about her death and about my father being lost, reminded me how forlorn I was feeling. I started crying silently. Melina noticed the tears and asked if I was okay. Naturally, I couldn't answer her. I would have loved to have someone on whom I could unload that emotional burden, but being unable to talk to Melina left only Arline. Arline was sitting across the table from me. When Melina spoke, Arline asked "Tell me, why you are crying." I didn't want to disrespect Arline by saying that I missed my mother; she could be hazardous to your health when she was insulted, so I just said I was feeling a little nostalgic. Arline took offence anyway. She gave me one of her looks. I turned away trying to avoid eye contact. After breakfast, Arline had us get dressed and said we would be going out for some air. I put on one of the few remaining outfits that still fit me. Melina had only the glove and one other outfit. She put the other outfit on. Arline loaded us onto the van and we started driving. Melina and I were in the back seat with no view, as usual. Arline drove for quite a while. When we stopped, we were back at Battle Green Park to which Arline had taken us that other, horrible time. Melina immediately started crying. Arline said "don't worry; we were just going out to get some sun." Melina calmed down a little when Arline took out some blankets and gave each of us one to carry out. She led us out to the same grassy place we had gone to before, and spread out the blankets in the sun. Arline told us to lie down on the blankets. We did. Arline drew me aside and to my surprise, she privately, told me that I could talk to Melina just this one time. She cautioned me not to tell Melina anything about the deal we had made. I hadn't spoken to Melina for quite a long time, so we had a lot to say to each other. We prattled on, as we drank in the sun and each other's company. We were having the best time. Arline removed a long metal device shaped like a big corkscrew from the cloth bag the guy with the gun had used. She twisted the device into the ground at the corner of one blanket, and it began burying itself into the ground. Melina and I were busy enjoying the sunshine and talking to each other. We weren't paying any attention to what Arline was doing. Arline finished driving the corkscrew into the ground burying it up to the ring on the top. We continued chatting, catching up on our lives, not paying the slightest attention, while Arline continued to bury seven more of the metal devices into the ground around the corners of each of the blankets. Next Arline began talking to some of the people around us. Arline said "Now," loudly. Suddenly, several people grabbed Melina and me and held us down. Arline grabbed one of Melina's wrists and secured it with a nylon tie to the ring on one of the metal devices. Melina began crying. Arline didn't say anything. She continued tying the rest of Melina's limbs to the other metal rings. Melina was stretched out, face up, with her legs spread wide apart. Then Arline secured my limbs, stretching me out, face down, also with my legs spread apart. After she was finished, we were unable to move our arms and legs, even the slightest bit. Arline went back into her bag and took out, of all things, one of those number dispensing machines, like the ones that they have at the deli, at a grocery store, which tell who's next. Then she stuck it into the ground between us. Next, she took out of those signs with numbers on them, also like they have at the deli, at a grocery store, which tell which number is up next. Arline next proceeded to remove a sign from the bag. She showed it to us. It said, "Please fuck us wherever you like." Then she stuck it in the ground between us. People were looking at the sign and then at us. We were still dressed and they didn't appear to understand yet. Arline next pulled a scissors out of her bag and began cutting. She started by cutting a circle in my pants, around my ass, exposing it completely. Then she proceeded to cut off the rest of my clothes. By the time Arline had finished denuding me, the people who were watching us caught on, and began to violently, tear off Melina's clothes as well. She had red marks over her body from where she had received friction burns, when they tore the clothes off her. Soon, Melina was wearing nothing but a few shards of clothing, which were still clinging to her wrists and ankles. Other than that, she too was completely nude. One man was triumphantly holding what was left of her panties to his nose, sniffing at them. Others were stuffing pieces of her clothing into their pockets as souvenirs. "Oh, by the way," she said to us, "enjoy the sun." There was a rush to the ticket machine as people tried to get the next number. Everyone around us seemed to be smiling and enjoying him or herself, many were pointing at us, leering and laughing. Arline smiled her most evil smile and pulled the cord on the number machine revealing the number one. Then Arline said to the crowd "Number one. Well, what are you waiting for? They're not getting any younger, you know." I realized that we were screwed. (In more ways than one.) With that, the crowd cheered and closed in on us. One really ugly guy showed Arline his ticket. He immediately jumped on top Melina and began fucking her. Melina screamed as he tried to drive his penis into her sealed, unlubricated vagina. Melina cried, "please spread my lips apart" but he ignored her and continued ramming himself into her repeatedly. Melina tried to close her legs to stop the onslaught, but Arline had done a thorough job of staking her out, so she found it impossible. Eventually, the man forced his way in and began thrusting his penis in and out. He put his mouth over hers and began drooling saliva into her mouth. Melina closed her mouth, which stopped her screaming and crying, but tears continued to roll down her face. In the meantime, Arline pulled the cord on the number machine and said "Number two." A man climbed on top of me and said "I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but the sleazy slut's already taken." He began trying to force his penis into my dry asshole without success. "Spit on it." I said resignedly. He did, and then he began to do me. I don't know why I said it, but the next words out of my mouth were "And that sleazy slut as you called her, is my sister, you piece of shit." The man got up "How dare you call me a piece of shit?" he said angrily. With that, he kicked me in the face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I cried. I wasn't really sorry, but defenseless as I was, I didn't want him to kick me again. The guy said "okay" but when he looked down, someone else was buggering me. "Fucking shit, now look what you did. You're going to give me a fuckin' blowjob, instead, and It better be good or I'm going to kick your teeth in." With that, he crawled under my mouth and stuck his dick in. Not wishing to have him kick me again, I gave him an exceptional blowjob, right down to sucking out and swallowing his sperm. He seemed happy and wandered off as someone else took his place. People began to form an orderly line by the ticket machine as if they were waiting for the rides at an amusement park. Others were jerking off and spewing their jism onto us. Many rubbed Melina's breasts, which at this point in her development were just beginning to show themselves. Mostly though, they just kept on fucking us, in every hole they could reach, one after another, filling us with scum, time and again, until it began oozing back out. After fucking Melina, one person brought his dog around. The dog started sniffing at Melina then it began to fuck her. Melina pleaded with him not to let the dog come inside her, while the crowd laughed and pointed. Melina gagged loudly when the beast finally shot his wad into her. The next thing I knew, someone who had seen the dog do Melina let his or her dog do the same thing to me. I was repulsed and humiliated, when I felt the dog placing his paws on my back. I tried to stop it, but of course, I could do nothing to prevent it. After the dog completed his act, he began licking the sperm from my asshole. I have to admit, it felt kind of nice having that done to me. While the presence of the canine sperm nauseated both Melina and me, it did not appear to deter anybody from subsequently "having their way with us." Melina just kept on crying, and Arline just kept pulling on the cord and calling out the numbers. Many people took pictures. One man had what appeared to be a very expensive camera. He took a slew of pictures of us. He stood in front of me and asked someone to pull my head up so he could "get my face in the pictures," some man pulled me up painfully by my hair. Then the guy with the camera got on the ground by Melina's feet and took several pictures of her vagina, after asking someone to hold her head up so he "could get her face in the pictures." Arline asked if she could get a couple of shots with her phone. "Don't bother," he said, "my camera takes pictures that are so clear, that you'll be able to count the hairs on her cunt. I'll have them available for everybody to download from the internet by this afternoon." Then he gave Arline his business card. Then he fucked Melina. Every so often, someone would start to do something that might hurt Melina. Arline would stop them and say "Do it to him, you may not hurt her." People would slap, pinch and twist my ass, breasts and cheeks. Others would pull my hair until it came out or pull on my ears. One guy kicked me twice, painfully in the ribs. At several points, while this was happening, Arline said, "See, I kept my promise. I'm not letting them hurt Melina. Aren't you glad?" People kept pointing to the sign and looking at Arline. Arline would answer, "yes, whatever you want to do, just don't hurt the slut." They would do whatever they wanted to do to us and Arline would smile at them and thank them for their help. This continued from eight thirty in the morning until noon, at which point the crowd had diminished somewhat. Arline appeared to be bored and said "Okay, you've gotten enough sun, we should go before you get too badly burned." Arline went into her bag, got out the scissors and tried to cut the nylon ties, which bound us to the anchors. Arline tried and tried but the scissors were not able to cut through the tough nylon ties. Arline rubbed her chin for a moment and then her face brightened up. "I know," she said "there's a pair of pliers in the van which will do the trick. Don't go anywhere until I get back." Melina cried "Please Arline, don't leave us alone here, something might happen to us." Arline paused, and then she said "what can anybody do that hasn't already been done to you today, my dear?" Then she started leaving. I began crying at that point "Please Mistress Arline, hurry back." Arline turned around and said "don't worry. I'm not worried, don't you be either." And she was gone. The moment Arline left, the crowd got ugly. People began pinching us, slapping us, and pulling at us. One person began pinching me and pulling on me so hard, it seemed as if he was going to take a sample of my flesh home as a souvenir. Another fellow pretended to be walking and whenever he got to one of us he'd kick us and say "Oops, sorry, didn't see you. My bad." Melina screamed each time he did it to her, and pleaded with him to stop. He just laughed and did it again. He kicked each of us several times in the face, ribs and crotch. A couple of men who appeared to be part of a gang started talking to each other saying, "Why don't we just take her with us, we can keep her at the clubhouse and then we can fuck her whenever we want. She's a babe." They began trying to dig out the stakes, which held Melina. Melina began screaming for Arline, but Arline, was obviously taking her time and had not yet returned. While that was happening, some man began flashing a knife in Melina's face asking her whether she would prefer he cut her face up, cut her nipples off or cut her cunt open. Melina continued screaming for Arline, but Arline had still not returned. The guy said "Well since you won't answer, I guess I'll have to decide for you. Hmm, let me think. I think I'll cut your..." He paused. "CUNT OPEN." He screamed, "I've always wanted to see the inside of one of these." With that, he walked around Melina's legs and knelt down. He stuck his arm out with the knife in his hand. He gently stuck the blade hilt deep into Melina's vagina and seemed about to actually do it. Melina was screaming hysterically. "Yo! Dude! Leave her alone. The bitch is ours," said one of the gang members. "Hey give me that knife." The man handed over the knife and one gang member took it and began cutting the nylon ties off. It took a while to cut through them, during which time Melina had begun trembling. Someone began fucking Melina while the guys were cutting the ties, but the gang members ignored him, and continued their painstaking work. The guy fucking Melina quickly climaxed and left. After cutting through the third tie, and as they were about to cut through the forth tie, Arline finally showed up. "Oh that's a good Idea. Thank you for helping to get my daughter free. Do you guys want to fuck her while I cut my son free? Want to fuck my son? Go ahead." The gang members did paper, rock, scissors and the winner jumped on Melina while two of the gang members held her legs apart. The man who came in second said he'd wait for Melina so the next guy jumped on top of me while Arline cut my bonds free. At that point, Melina still had one of her arms secured. Arline removed three of my bonds leaving one of my legs tied and waited for the gang members to finish. While she waited, she patently unscrewed the anchors she had freed up, pulled up the number machine and the ticket dispenser and placed them all into her bag. After the gang members finished, Arline cut the last of the ties from us, removed the anchors and told the crowd, "We'll be back next week, so, anybody who didn't get their rocks off today will get another chance then. Bye now." And she blew kisses to the crowd. Arline then pulled out the sign and told Melina to hold it. Melina tried to cover up by holding the sign over her genitals. "No, no, no" Arline said, "hold the sign up so people can read it, and see you. You're not out of the woods yet." (So to speak.) We began walking out of the park with the crowd still staring, groping, pulling and laughing at us. Having had our organs rubbed raw during the intense three and a half hour ordeal, we both walked slowly and painfully, but finally, we got to the van and got in. Melina and I breathed a sigh of relief. Arline began driving the van. She drove only a short distance, then she parked the van in front of a storefront. Arline opened the rear door. "Out." She said. "We're going to a party." End Part 50/56 Continued in part 51/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 51/56 Summary: Our hero meets a kindred soul at a great party. Keywords: b,g,bg,bd,sm,g/b,ds,va,rom,anal,oral,piv Passion, Desire And Ardor. (Part 1) Melina and I looked at each other. Arline saw us. She whispered into my ear and said "And the deal's back on again, no more talking between you and Melina." We walked gloomily out of the van and into the store. We expected that yet another group of hard- core, horny deviants were going to exploit us. Instead, a beautiful young woman who was completely naked greeted us. When we walked inside, to our surprise, everybody there was nude. There were at least a hundred naked people of all ages, sizes and sexes. The woman at the door said "You may check your clothing over there." Then she gestured with her hand towards an alcove where a hatcheck girl, who was also nude, was giving out tickets tied with ribbons to place around our necks. When we looked around, nobody was wearing anything but those ribbons. Everybody seemed to be relaxed and at ease, despite being naked. Nobody seemed to be hiding, or covering him or herself up. For the first time I could ever remember, I felt completely comfortable being in the raw in front of a crowd of other people. We looked around. There were bowls of punch, candy, all kinds of food, and an open bar. Another table had bowls of different powders, pills, capsules and funny looking cigarettes. The hatcheck girl pointed to a woman standing next to two children, a boy and a girl about our age. They were all au naturel. The woman was beautiful. She seemed to be about Arline's age. She was slightly taller than Arline, and it seemed as if all of the extra height was in her legs, which for her size, were longer than average. She had long curly red hair, fine perky breasts, and a dense patch of curly red hair covering her crotch. I smiled slightly, as I remembered the woman with the boots saying, "The collar matches the cuffs, you know." I decided that the woman must also be a natural redhead. The girl was even more beautiful. She was somewhat taller than Melina and had longer than average legs. She had long, straight, silky, blond hair, and a light complexion. Her breasts were slightly larger than Melina's. They had slightly darker areolas and had somewhat larger nipples at the ends. She had a patch of curly light hair over her crotch, which seemed not to be as thick as Arline's but was thicker than Melina's. When she saw me looking at her, stared back and smiled. Then, she slid one of her legs about two feet away from the other one and cocked her hip slightly to one side. This allowed me to view her labia minora, which appeared to drip out from between her legs. The other child had extremely long, hair. There was no question regarding his sex however, because his most outstanding feature by far, was his member, which one could only described as enormous. He had a patch of light hair over his "salami," In addition to that; he was quite handsome, was slightly shorter than the girl was and had curly light hair. Arline took us over and introduced us to the woman. "Children, this is Passionata. We have known each other all our lives. Our parents were friends, long before that." "Arline how nice of you to come," said the woman when she saw us. She gave Arline a long amorous kiss on the mouth, and Arline kissed back it seemed, just as affectionately. "These are the twins. Desira is the beautiful young woman and that handsome young man is Ardor." She said. "Today we are celebrating their twelfth birthday." They were both standing rigidly at attention next to her but when she introduced them, Desira curtsied and Ardor bowed. "Pleased to meet you," Arline said then she gestured towards us and said "this handsome young man is my stepson, pokerface. She's my daughter. It's been a long time Passionata, how long has it been?" "A little over twelve years, hasn't it?" Said Passionata. Arline looked at Ardor. She eyed him up and down, pausing mid way, "I guess it has been twelve years," she said smiling suggestively. Ardor looked back at Arline, pausing twice, while eying her up and down, just as immodestly. I thought I was going to be sick. I looked at Melina, she was looking a little pale around the edges herself. Desira walked up to me and began to strike up a conversation. "So where do you go to school?" she asked. Enthralled by her attractiveness, I briefly forgot about all the photos on the internet, and that I would probably be playing hooky for the rest of my life. "I go to Delko elementary school." I said. "School doesn't start for another two weeks but I'll be going into the sixth grade when it does." I added that last part hoping she would realize that I was about to graduate into middle school at the end of this year. I hoped it would make me seem older. "How about you?" I asked. "I'm going to St. Martin's Middle, this year. You pretty much have to go to private school in order to get a good education, when you live in the city." She said. "You look familiar for some reason. In fact, both you and Melina look familiar. Have we met before?" "I'm sure we haven't." I answered. At that point, I still hadn't thought about all the pictures that were on the internet. "Well sometimes I have entire days when everybody looks familiar. Maybe it's just one of those "d�j� vu days." As I call them. I get them sometimes," Desira said. "Today is our birthday; Mother thought it would be a good idea for all of the guests to wear their birthday suits. (So to speak.) I like the one you have on." She said. From out of the blue, it seemed, Desira, asked me to kiss her. Uncertain, I hesitantly prepared to give her a respectable peck on the cheek. Instead, she hugged my neck with one arm a grabbed my bare ass with the other. She pressed her beautiful, unclad body tightly against mine and gave me a long, passionate, open mouthed, French tongued kiss. She caught me completely off guard and for a moment, my face turned red. I recovered quickly, though and before the moment ended, I kissed her back, just as passionately. "Anybody ever tell you that you're a great kisser?" Desira asked me. I shook my head no. Actually, that wasn't true. I had read an article on the internet called "Kissing For Dummies" and after that, many people had told me what a good kisser I was, but I was feeling modest. "Because it's my birthday," Desira said, "Mother told me I can have anybody I want. It's a family tradition. And I want you." I turned red again. "Want me for what?" I asked somewhat startled, trying to appear naive. Desira grabbed my hand and said "I'll show you. Come with me" and she started to pull me towards the stairway. "I'll have to ask Mistress Arline," I said, embarrassed at having to be asking my mother for anything, in front of this beautiful woman. "Of course, Mistress Arline, your mother," Desira said. I turned red again. "Yes." I said, thinking I'd blown it for sure. "I completely understand." Said Desira empathetically. I expected she was going to dump me like a trash basket full of used condoms, but to my surprise her next words were "Let's go ask her, now." We found Arline, and Desira whispered something into her ear. "Anything, for the birthday girl. We forgot to bring a gift, I'm sorry. I hope this will make up for it" said Arline. "I certainly hope so too" said Desira. Desira grabbed my hand again and led me upstairs. She took me into one of the upstairs rooms, and closed the door. The room was lavishly decorated. There was a bedspread on a double bed with no fewer than four pillows, curtains on the windows, real oil paintings on the walls, and tons of books and plush stuffed animals lined the shelves. And she had a closet. "What room is this?" I asked. "This is my bedroom" she said. "You can close the door?" I asked. "I'm not allowed to close the door to my room myself." Desira led me over to the bed and pushed me onto it. Then she got on the other side. "Actually," she said "I'm usually not allowed to close my door either, but today's my birthday, and Mother said I could. By the way, what's your name?" I turned red again. "Arline doesn't allow me to use my real name anymore, but she calls me mookie. Please don't tell anybody, I'm terribly embarrassed by it." I said. "I think mookie is a perfectly wonderful name," said Desira. "Kiss me again, mookie." I kissed her again. This time I gave it all I had and she was favorably impressed. "That was teriffic." she said. "More." I put my hands around her neck and held her tightly. We kissed. It was a particularly seductive kiss, which lasted maybe a minute. "Wow, that was great she said. Touch me." "We are touching," I said innocently. I didn't want her to think I was too eager to get in her pants. (so to speak.) Desira wiggled across the bed until her body was squashed against mine. She grabbed my ass and started kissing again. My hand wandered over and began petting her derriere. Desira stopped kissing and said "Now we're touching." Then she resumed kissing. I was in heaven. If we had stopped what we were doing then and there, I would have been more than satisfied. But Desira had other plans for us. She began rubbing her pubic bone against my mid section. Then, suddenly she stopped. "Where is your dick? Aren't you old enough to get a boner?" she asked disconcertedly. I was embarrassed to tears. "I'm old enough... but I haven't been properly... uhh... properly stimulated, I usually don't get an uhh... erection until... uhh... until Arline canes me. I... I need someone to... to discipline me. Would you..." At that point, I figured that I had irreparably blown my chances of her ever speaking to me again. I stopped talking. "I would love to do that," said Desira smiling excitedly. "I've always wanted to be on the other end of the stick." "Are you telling me that your mother disciplines you, too?" I asked. "No, Mother doesn't discipline me, she beats me." Desira said. She had a pained expression on her face, as if she was going to cry, but she didn't. I believed her. "Maybe she'll let you borrow her switch..." Desira interrupted me "It's my birthday; I can do anything I want to. It's the only day of the year when I'm free to do whatever I want and I want to do just that. I'll be right back." She dashed out of the room and came back in carrying a switch about six inches longer than Arline's. "I think this should do the trick," she said. "Would it be too much to ask you to tie me up?" I asked insecurely. "YES, I CAN DO THAT," she said excitedly. She reached under the bed and pulled out a leather cuff tied to a chain which was secured somewhere beneath the bed. She buckled the cuff to my wrist, and then she did the same thing three more times, securing all my limbs. The bonds were set to accommodate someone taller than me. I assumed it was set up for Desira, They seemed to be her size and it was, after all, her room. Anyway, by the time she was finished, the mattress was compressed at all four corners, and I was stretched out tighter than a bedsheet at boot camp. Suddenly, Desira's smile turned to a scowl. "You've walked into the wrong bar this time, wimp. You've made a really big mistake. Now your ass is mine, you worm. I'm going to take my revenge for all the times Mistress Passionata has unjustly beaten me." She said. She started smiling like a lion at the coliseum. I began to worry. "Oh, yeah, one more thing, pig," she said. She went into a drawer behind me. I couldn't see what she was doing. Suddenly she pounded something into my asshole the likes of which I had never experienced before. I screamed loudly. "Go ahead and scream." she said, "the walls are soundproofed." and then she laughed loudly and manically. Whatever it was she stuck in there had compounded the irritation from all of the sodomizing earlier that day. That was when I remembered the humiliating events that had transpired at the park. Having no Idea what I was thinking at the time, Desira began flailing away at me with the switch. She struck me five times. I screamed loudly five times. Dynamically speaking, the extra six inches on her switch were surprisingly effective. She was meting out more pain with each blow than Arline did in two. Usually, when Arline beat me, after the first say twenty or so blows, I had to force my yelling. With Desira, I didn't need to fake it. I was experiencing astounding pain and it was producing real, blood curdling screams. "This'll teach you to touch my ass, scum sucker." She pounded me five more times. "And this is for touching my breasts, weirdo." She pounded me five more times. "And this is for looking at my cunt when you walked in, you degenerate." She beat me ten more times. "And this is for thinking you could fuck me on our first date." She thrashed me fifteen more times after saying that. Then she reached under me for my dick. I was firmer than a frozen hot dog. It was longer and twice as thick too. "And this is what you get for being dumb enough to crawl into my lair." She whacked me again, fifteen more times. She climbed onto the bed, stuck her beautiful vagina under my face and said "Eat me out scumbag. And I want to be screaming as loud as you have been, or you'll be screaming instead." With that, she cut loose with the switch again. I started munching. I began by licking the outside of her vagina. Her pussy hairs felt soft and downy. I noticed that some juices had already dripped out of her vagina, soaking her leg. Apparently, she had found the caning session to be as erotic as I had. I promptly licked those juices up and continued cleaning her hairs. "Slam" went the switch. "Deeper scumbag," she said. I stuck my tongue inside her warm, moist, gooey pussy. She was delicious. I began rimming the inside of her vestibule (the entrance to the vagina.) She moaned with appreciation. Then "Slam" went the lash. "I'm not screaming yet. Go deeper, sleazeball ," she said. I went deeper and began to run the tip of my tongue along the ridge that runs into her vagina from the clitoris. Ambrosial fluids began leaking out onto my tongue. "Ohh" she said quietly, then "Mmmm" then "Slam." "I'm not screaming yet. Go deeper dirt bag." she said. I stuck my tongue in as deep as I could go. I could feel the base of her G-spot pushing back on my tongue. I continued thrusting my tongue in and out as hard as I could. She began moving her hips back and forth jamming her pubic area into my face and nose. Liquor began squirting onto my chin and up my nose when I inhaled. I lapped up all that I could of the mouthwatering goo. She was beginning to climax. "Slam" "Faster." "Slam, slam, slam" "faster" she said breathlessly. I continued licking faster, faster, faster. Suddenly she began screaming a high pitched "ahha, ahha, ahha, ahha." Faster, faster, faster, the sheets were getting drenched. I just continued on and on and on until quite some time later, she slowed down, and then stopped. "I knew you were a good kisser" she said smiling and breathing heavily. Desira reached under me. I still had a terrific woody. "Well I'm satisfied. What's your pleasure? Oral? Anal? Vaginal? Manual? Something different? I'm open to suggestion." She said. "Whatever you want, Mistress Desira." I said. "Mistress Desira. God you're precious." She said. "Say happy birthday Mistress Desira." "Happy Birthday, Mistress Desira." I said. "Thank You, mookie. You've really made this a really happy birthday!" She said. Suddenly, Desira's mouth dropped open. She became rigid as if she were plaster and had suddenly set up. "Wait a minute, Battle Green Park. That's where I've seen you, and Melina. Arline too. You were on the internet." I became nauseous. Desira had discovered my deepest darkest secret. Had I not been bound helplessly to the bed I would have tried to escape so that I could hide in a remote corner of her dark closet. I was certain that Desira would be throwing me out like a moldy cantilope. Instead, she started laughing hysterically until tears began forming in her eyes. I was afraid she was going to fall off the bed. She tried to talk, but for a while, she couldn't get any words out. Finally, she said "What could you have done that was so serious that Arline would put you through that?" "Arline was just being mean. She gets that way sometimes. She blames me for deflowering Melina and blames Melina for letting me do it. She started out wanting to teach us a lesson at first, and just got carried away. It was a long time ago and she claims that that's why she's still doing it, but I think she got off on it and now she enjoys doing those things to us on a regular basis. She did it again today, the pictures should be on the internet by now. Want to see?" Desira started laughing again. "God, I can't believe I've actually met you. You're famous! Wait until I tell Ardor about this. Let's check the computer, pornography makes me hot." "Aren't you going to massage the cramp in my love muscle?" I said disheartened. "Of course," said Desira. "But first, let's check out the internet." Desira released me from the restraints and turned on her computer. She did a Google search on Battle Green Park with the date and, as the man with the expensive camera had promised, there were today's pictures. Desira clicked on one of the videos. Desira's jaw dropped as she watched it. Then she said "Arline actually staked you both out spread eagle? That's a fantasy of mine. What was it like?" "It was humiliating, debasing, degrading and painful." I said. "But didn't you find it at all erotic?" she asked. "No... Not really... Well... I have to admit, after I gave this one person a blowjob, he reached under, and jerked me off. It was one of the most fantastic orgasms I've ever had. Also... This other man just grabbed my dick and pulled on the skin... Just a few times and I came almost immediately. I also had a few anal orgasms. And... When Arline finally cut me free, I had dug a hole in the earth with my hard-on, which I must admit had stayed with me the entire morning. Maybe it was slightly erotic. Oh my God, I'm getting hard now just talking about it." "What about Melina?" She asked. "I don't think so, she cried the entire time. But maybe there were a few times when I mistook her... You really have to ask her." I answered. I pointed out one of the thumbnails. Desira clicked on it and it filled the screen. "Oh my God, you really can count the hairs on her cunt," I said. Desira and I clicked on every thumbnail. She was highly supportive and made me comfortable while viewing them by saying things like "Numbers! That's the funniest thing I've ever seen" and "I wish that someone would do that to me." and "He actually did that? That's so hot." And "That guy with the knife. I can't believe he actually asked her that. Do you think he would have really done that?" and "A dog, what did that feel like? Oh, mookie, I'm leaking." Desira viewed the video of the man who kept kicking us. I thought she was going to cry when she saw him kicking Melina in the crotch. "The guy kicked you, I didn't notice any bruises when you walked in. Are there bruises?" she asked. "It's too soon, I usually don't turn black and blue until the next day." I said. Desira examined my face carefully. Then she gave me the once-over on my ribs. She poked me in the ribs. "Does that hurt?" she said as I winced and said "oww". She giggled. Her laughter sounded like a brook when it passes over a branch or babbles over some stones. I found it enticing. "Do it again." I said without thinking. She did it again. "Oww" I said. Although it was painful, the laughter following it was calming, reassuring and beautiful. I considered having her do it again but then she said "By the way, it doesn't take overnight for the black and blue marks to show. I can see them quite clearly on your face and ribs now. I hope Melina is all right." Desira said. I grew somber at the thought of Melina being hurt, my face changed. "Don't worry, she'll recover. We always do." Desira said, "You love your stepsister. Don't you. I can see it in your face." I began crying. I turned away from Desira hoping to hide my tears, but they became too numerous and Desira saw them falling from my face. "I think it's quite commendable that you care for your step sister that much. Ardor doesn't really give two shits about me and he's my twin brother. He considers me a liability and competes for Mother's attention. I think he'd be happy if I died. And I admire men who can cry when they feel sad. I think it's stupid to hold your tears back." Desira put her hand on my cheek, her arm on my shoulder and gave me a gentle, platonic kiss. "She'll be okay, really. Uh oh, where's your hard-on?" End Part 51/56 Continued in part 52/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 52/56 Summary: Our hero has a great time at a party. Arline almost destroys it. Keywords: b,g,bg,bd,ds,g/b,best,exhib,sm,drug,va, rom,anal,oral,piv, Passion, Desire And Ardor. (Part 2) Desira was right, the release of emotion and tears had caused my jimber to soften and shrink like a wilted carrot. "Assume the position." Desira demanded. I had no Idea what she was talking about. "Assume the position." She said more forcefully. I still had no Idea what she meant. "Stand up, worm dick." I stood up. "Turn around." She demanded. I turned around. "Now spread your legs, asswipe. Wider... Wider... Wider." She demanded. I spread my legs as wide as I could. It began to cause a good deal of pain in my leg joints. "Now bend over and grab your ankles, rat turd," she said loudly and coldly. I did as she asked. Desira set the computer on "slideshow" and it began showing the photos and videos of our "outing" automatically, one after another. "Now watch the screen from between your legs while I give you ten hard lashes. If you close your eyes or if I see you even blink, we'll start the ten lashes over." Desira slammed the lash into my rear end. "One" she said. The stars I saw briefly obscured the computer screen. She waited until the picture changed and slammed me again. "Two" she said. My eyes began drying out. She waited for the next picture, and then she belted me again. "Three" she said. It began to feel like someone had thrown sand in my eyes. "Four" ... Five" At that point, it began to feel like someone had poured acid into my eyes. I blinked. Desira struck me again. "One" she said. ... "Two" ... ... "Six"... "Seven" My eyes were tearing. I was unable to stand it any longer. I blinked again. "Thwack." "One" She said. This went on maybe six times. I lost count. My body was beginning to ache from "assuming the position." During that time, the longest I was able to go without blinking was eight. Finally, Desira reached between my legs. She smiled and said "I'm hot, you're ready, let's fuck now." Having the sensational erection that she had produced, I acquiesced to oblige her. Desira had fluids dripping down her legs. I asked if she would consent to allowing me to quench my thirst. "I'll do you one better." She said. "Lie down." I lay down and Desira climbed on top of me and spread her beautiful bush over my face. Then she leaned forward and grabbed my dick into her mouth. As I busied myself cleaning her charms she began slowly, at first teasingly, giving me absolutely incredible felatio. Being in no hurry, I began to do a thorough job of cleansing her delicious juicy vulva. Having been stimulated by flailing me, her cunt hairs were already wringing wet. They were flavorful, soft and fleecy. I cleaned them fully. Then I began rimming the inner ridges of her vagina. Meanwhile, Desira had begun stuffing my entire dick into her mouth. She was rubbing the trunk firmly with her lips, going up and down, being careful not to place too much pressure on the head, so as not to over stimulate me. It was feeling superb but I wasn't tingling yet. Having consumed all of the flavor from her outer area, I began to concentrate my attention on the outer tip of her clitoris. Next I began to work on the area starting about one half inch inside of her vagina, working from the tail end, across to her clit with my tongue. As I continued to feast on the existing juice, Desira began manufacturing more fluids and started moving her hips back and forth, while pressing her bush firmly onto my face. She was breathing heavily and had begun uttering a kind of "Mmmm" sound. At the same time, she was now squashing the front and back of my penis between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, while moving her head up and down and running her lips firmly from one end of my penis to the other. I had begun feeling the tingling sensation in my penis and deep inside my asshole at my prostate gland. Creamy liquids began flowing down my throat. She was quenching my thirst fully (So to speak.) I sucked her piss flaps into my mouth. I stuck my tongue as deep as I could each time her pussy came down on my face and let my tongue come to rest on her G-spot. Desira began her high-pitched "Uhhu, uhhu, uhhu" sound. Desira was maintaining a vacuum on my dick each time her head pulled up. Then she would suck my dick into the rear of her throat each time her head came back down again. She stuck her finger into my asshole and began poking at my prostate gland repeatedly. I held off for as long as I could, but she was just too hot to resist. After about ten minutes, my cock exploded and released what must have been a huge wad of ejaculate deep into her throat. Desira made this swallowing motion and for the longest time I could ever remember, I experienced nirvana. Desira collapsed on top of me, making a sound like a siren winding down. Kind of a "ohwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" sound. After a short pause, Desira said "Again." Having not moved from our position, we were perfectly lined up for another round. I began licking the spilled fluids from the outside of her vagina. There was a lot of cleanup to do. Her hairs were drenched again and the mouth of her vagina was oozing. While I was doing this, Desira had placed my now rather soft member into her mouth. She began compressing my dick with her tongue squashing it between the roof of her mouth, and her tongue, which she had wrapped around it. Then she began to hum. I'd never heard that song before, but I really loved the tune. Maybe it was the abundance of delicious creamy fluids, filled with her pheromones. Maybe it was Desira's virtuoso playing of my skin flute. Maybe it was the humming and I just fell prey to her siren's song. Likely, it was all of those things, but whatever the reason, it didn't take another caning for Desira to reanimate my member, and it rose again, ready for a second coming. (So to speak.) I began to insert my tongue deep inside the furthermost recesses of her fur pie, licking at the fruits within. Desira was apparently still hot from the session earlier. Soon, she got to the stage where she was moving her hips back and forth forcing her wonderful beaver into my face. She began producing fluids, which were sloshing everywhere. There was fluid pouring down my throat, splashing down my chin dribbling onto my neck, even dripping down my nose. I didn't care. She was yummy. Even more delicious than Arline... O H M Y G O D , A R L I N E , what was going to happen to me if Arline found out that I had enjoyed myself with Desira? For a brief moment, my mind reeled as I contemplated the ramifications of my actions. I drove the thought from my mind. I wasn't going to let Arline spoil this one moment of ecstasy for me the way she spoiled everything else for me. As I was sure she would like to, and would do, if I let her get inside my head. Arline wasn't here now, and I was going to make sure she stayed out. The revelation had lasted only a moment, but the effect on my libido was profound. I could feel my penis softening and beginning to shrink. Desira knew something was wrong too. She bit down on my dick head really hard, causing me pain. She began humming to Chopin's "Funeral March." (Dum dum dadum dum dadum dadum dadum.) I focused all my intellectual force on my dick and stuck my tongue deep into her vagina. I could feel her bush pressing against my lips, her tongue rubbing against the head of my dick, her teeth sharply biting just below it, I felt her mouth creating suction, as slowly, I began to rejuvenate. Desira responded by humming the "Cavalry charge!" (Da da da dum dadum) Then the "Notre Dame fight song." I almost lost it when she began doing that, but it worked. Arline didn't invade my brain again. Meanwhile, the interlude had done nothing to dampen Desira's fire. She was still grinding her vagina into my face, and raining her elixir everywhere. Soon, she stopped humming and began making her squeaky "Uhhu, uhhu, uhhu" sound. I was patient. I continued giving her deep tongue, and she continued grinding, dripping and squeaking. This went on for quite a while. I decided that I would not stop until either she got off me or she ordered me to stop. Not that there was anything unsatisfactory about the way she had been blowing me up to that point, but eventually she changed something, I'm not sure what. I imagine it had something to do with her stuffing that vibrating dildo deep into my ass. But there was more and whatever it was, it caused a wave of intense pleasure to pass through me. I suddenly and unexpectedly came deep inside her throat, causing her to cough. Desira rolled off me and started laughing. "What?" I asked disconcertedly. "Again," Desira said, still laughing. Regrettably, after all of that day's sex, the erotic moment had passed, when I reached down, I was soft again. I pointed to my now flaccid penis. "No problem." Desira said still laughing. Then her voice dropped two octaves, became serious, uncaring and insensitive. "Assume the position," she said. I was drained. (In more ways than one.) Maybe it was pheromones again. Maybe it was Desira's incredible ass, stunning good looks and lustful energy. Maybe I'd actually been disciplined enough times by Arline that I didn't dare discourage Desira, but somehow I found the strength to stand up again, bend over, grab my ankles, and await my inspiration. Desira inspired me all right; she hammered me in sets, ten strokes at a time. After each set, Desira reached down and grabbed my johnson. I didn't bother to count, but after maybe, six or so sets, Winky began to respond. It took another few sets until I was fully inspired, but inspired I was. I got up, grabbed Desira and threw her onto the bed. Then I got on top of her. Having had quite a few orgasms already that day, it took me forever to reach climax. During that time I continued pumping, driving my dick deep into her honey pot repeatedly. Desira responded by screaming in ecstasy numerous times and releasing so much fluid, that the sheets were drenched long before we were finished. Desira's orgasms seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Just when I was beginning to think that I was going to be unable to climax, Desira had an orgasm so strong that her vaginal muscles nearly kept me from pulling back out. The tension on my penis was extreme, almost painful. That was the stimulus I needed to reach my zenith. I came, almost painfully, and delivered yet another huge dose of protein, this time, deep into her love nest. I rolled off her and we both lay on the bed panting. "You are taking the pill aren't you?" I asked sheepishly. "You're asking me now? You're kidding, right?" She answered breathlessly. Desira didn't answer other than to wink at me. I took that to be a sign that she had that covered. For a few minutes, we just lay there while we caught our breath. Then Desira got up and said "Hey, it's my birthday, we're missing the party." She ran out of the room leaving me lying on the bed, my knees weak. That day was a truly bi-polar experience, I was down, then up, then down again, then up again, etc. After Desira left, I was down again, but I'll never forget that afternoon or Desira. I went downstairs and wandered around the room sampling all kinds of yummy foods and drinks and flirting with all the naked people many of whom were quite attractive. I recognized several of our customers at the party, including Wilma, Velma and Spence. Later, I found Desira talking to Melina about her experience at the park. When I got to them, Desira had just asked her the question. Melina looked around for Arline. She was comfortably out of earshot so Melina began talking. "Well, mostly, I was more afraid than I was turned on, but there were some moments, when to my surprise, I was having some pretty intense and positive experiences. I think that the uncertainty of not knowing what was going to happen to us was quite... well... stimulating." "What did you find to be the most stimulating part," asked Desira. "I'm more than a little embarrassed to admit that after Arline left us there, alone, unprotected and unguarded, to get the pliers from the van, I had some of the strongest orgasms of the day. That man with the knife, I didn't answer him because I was trying to decide between my tit or my cunt. And when those boys were cutting the ties loose after threatening to kidnap me and take me to their clubhouse, while that guy was fucking me ooooohhhhh... And afterward, when Arline let all those gang members fuck me, all I could think about was being in their clubhouse. Man, that was an exhilarating and erotic twenty or so minutes. Yes, I guess I did enjoy myself a little. Oh, and the dog fucking me, and after he finished, he licked me clean, nobody's ever done that to me before, and his tongue reached deeper than anybody ever has." "So why were you crying all that time?" asked Desira. "I did it partly as a masquerade for Arline, but mostly for you mookie, I didn't want you to know I was enjoying myself. I thought it would make you feel insecure. I'm sorry if I deceived you mookie, I love you and I don't want you to be hurt emotionally. You forgive me don't you?" I nodded yes. Then Desira asked "How about the first time Arline took you to the park. Were you crying for real then?" Melina's face contorted. She paused for a moment trying to compose herself, so that the words would come out correctly. "Yes. I was really crying that time. I was still pretty close to being a virgin. More or less the only person who had ever explored my body was mookie. I was scared. I was unprepared for what was happening, and I was mortified." For a moment she looked as if she was going to start crying. Then she did. At that moment, Arline looked our way. She came over to us wearing an expression on her face that looked as if she had just eaten something intensely bitter. She had seen Melina talking to us and more specifically talking to me, and she was not happy. Arline dragged me over to the hatcheck girl and showed her the claim check. When the woman brought the box with our clothing, Arline took my collar and leash from her bag, which was in the box, and put them on me. And I was down again. I was terribly embarrassed about the leash, but when I looked around, I was surprised to find that I wasn't the only one wearing one. There were children and adults, men and women, and three dogs wearing them. After that, I wasn't as depressed as I had been. Arline kept me at arm's length, walking around the party talking to people, eating, drinking and sampling various foods and drugs from the tables. Whenever I'd try to talk to someone, she'd pull on the leash and say "heel," sharply. After a while, Arline grabbed some downers, and forced me to eat them. I swallowed them gratefully with some wine she had with her, and in half an hour, I was swirling through the room, tethered to Arline, who continued, "yanking my chain." (So to speak.) Arline found that attending to me was no easy task. I kept walking erratically, in circles as she'd attempt to lead me and I kept falling down. This forced her to release my leash so that I would not break my neck or choke on the collar. Frustrated, Arline led me back to the drug table. She grabbed a mirror, placed some white powder from one of the bowls on it, and of all things, a one-hundred dollar bill, which had been rolled up to form a small tube. She told me to stick the bill into my nose and sniff in as if I "was smelling a rose." I did, and as I did so, she dragged the end of the tube across the mirror causing one of the rows of the white powder to go up the tube and into my nostril. Then she did the same thing with the other nostril. When I took the first dose in my nose, my nostril burned from the powder. But before I'd taken the second dose, the powder had caused that side of my nose to become completely numb. It felt like there was a hole in my face on that side. After I took the second dose, it almost immediately began to feel as if part of my face was missing, from the ridge of my brow to the gums of my upper teeth. Then, in short order, the world began swirling again. Not sideways, the way downers usually affected me, but more of a front to back sensation, and stable as if a gyroscope were inside me, guiding me. I was no longer feeling off balance. I remember feeling more steady, electric, more alert and superior, but relaxed and calm. And I was up again. This new high suited me. I was ecstatic, and euphoric. Arline would pull me along on the leash, and I would start babbling to anyone who happened to be nearby. "Heel" Arline would say, pulling on the leash. I would smile idiotically, and return to her side, then talk to the next person who wandered within earshot of me. Whenever I did, Arline would pull on my leash and exclaim to whomever she was talking to "I've created a monster." I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I could tell by the tone of her voice that I was being insulted. I didn't care. After a short while, the effects of the cocaine would wear off and I would be walking erratically and stumbling again. And I'd be down again. Arline would bring me over to the drug table again and get me another dose of the powder, and I'd be up again. The evening continued like that the whole night. "Heel," downers, "heel," cocaine, "heel," cocaine, "heel," cocaine, "heel," cocaine, "heel," downers, "heel," cocaine, "heel," coca... Up, down, babbling, heeling. Actually, I had a great time. All too soon however, the festive evening ended, as the sun came up. Everybody went out to watch the sunrise, and then it was time to leave. And I was down again. I didn't see Desira again until we left. Passionata was standing by the exit, with Desira on one side of her and Ardor on the other. They were both wearing leashes, squatting on the floor, leaning on their hands. I had to laugh when I saw someone's dog near them. It had assumed the identical posture. Desira turned to Passionata and said "May I tell him goodbye, Mother? Passionata nodded approvingly. Will he be invited again?" Desira asked. Passionata nodded again. Desira stood up and gave me a long passionate, juicy, deep tongue kiss and said "We'll be having a birthday party again next year. You're invited. I really hope you'll come." Then she sat back on her haunches. And I was up again. End Part 52/56 Continued in part 53/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 53/56 Summary: Our hero is unable to perform for Arline She punishes him for enjoying himself at the party. Keywords: b,creampie,ws,g,F/b,bd,nc,elec,sad,tort, viol,cbt,oral Soft Porn. Arline did not have a very good experience with Ardor. She had taken several different drugs. She was stoned on ups, downs and sideways. By that time Ardor asked for her, she had her eye on someone else. But after Passionata explained to her about their family tradition (that Ardor could have anybody he wanted on his birthday) Arline reluctantly agreed to go with him. Ardor all but dragged Arline up to his room and slapped her in the face several times. Then, ready or not, he stuck his oversize shlong painfully into her unmoistened, unstimulated, unprepared breadbox and started pumping away. He came in less than a minute and then he sprayed his gravy all over Arline's face and hair. Arline called him a "cave man." She was not happy. Both Arline and I gad gotten bombed from all of the drugs we had done. Arline drove home, weaving haphazardly through traffic. She almost hit several other cars, some signs, the median, some water or sand filled barricades and the door to and back of our garage. I understood then, why she was averse to driving when she was stoned. I agreed. Arline was smashed. It's lucky we all weren't. (So to speak.) Driving home was the most scared I had been all day. Hell, it was the most scared I'd been ever. Arline had not brought a change of clothes for us, so we had to ride home naked, with the cold, morning air blowing on us through the open windows of the van. Somehow, though, the memory of Desira kept me warm, throughout the trip. When we got home, Arline sent Melina to her bedroom, explaining that she and I were going to have sex together and for her not to come out of the room. "Take a nap." She said. Then she brought me into her bedroom and demanded that I suck her out. I did the "piss/douche" thing that Arline always demanded of me whenever someone she didn't appreciate inseminated her, and then we took a shower where she stuffed the hose up her snatch for a long while. She was still quite stoned and she spread her legs apart shamelessly, then she did that trick with the soap. I pretended that it blew me away, even though I had seen it quite a few times by now. Then she relaxed sitting opposite me in a cross-legged position. After a few minutes of silence she said, "You were gone a long time with Desira. Tell me, what were you doing?" Initially, Arline sounded like she was just candidly making conversation. I told her "we were just talking." "Really?" said Arline crossly, "Passionata said Desira could "have you." What did you two do all that time?" Arline asked again. I told Arline that I had only given Desira cunnilingus and then we talked for a long while. "What did you talk about for all that time?" Arline asked sweetly. "Nothing much," I said, "This and that. You know, kid's stuff." I was having a hard time making things up. Arline's face grew ugly. "You're lying." Arline screamed angrily. "I can see it in your eyes, pokerface. That doesn't take up two hours. Besides that, you even don't do kid's stuff. What were you doing all that time?" I figured I had better come clean. (We were in the shower.) But I also knew I had better not come completely clean or Arline might find out more than I wanted her to know. "Okay, you're right. Desira remembered me from when I was on the internet at Battle Green Park. I told her that we were there again today. We spent a long time looking at the pictures that they took of us. Then Desira asked me a little about my experience in the park." I said. Trying to change the topic I said, "By the way, you knopw, you really can count the hairs on Melina. "And what did you tell Desira about your experience in the park?" Arline asked innocently. "I said I found it humiliating, debasing, degrading and painful." I had actually said that, so it wasn't really a lie. "You know, we viewed the pictures downstairs. They didn't take more than thirty minutes. What were you doing the rest of the time?" Asked Arline. I tried changing the topic again. "Is that why everybody was staring and pointing at me when I came downstairs? What made them turn on the computer in the first place...?" Suddenly I understood. "Mistress Arline, how could you do that to us? Why would you show those pictures in front of all those people?" Arline started smiling. "Oh, mookie, don't be embarrassed, everybody was impressed at how brave you were, and at how you and Melina just resigned yourselves to your fate. Several people said that they were going to do that with their slaves. They're going to notify me by email when the pictures become available on the internet, so we can view them. We've started a fad. You should be proud to be the first one to do that. You are a trendsetter." Her face got serious. "Now answer the question. What were you doing the rest of the time?" Arline appeared to be trying to get me to admit that I had "squandered" my seed with Desira. I was trying to disguise that fact, so I said. "She wanted to beat me, so I let her beat me. That took a while. Then after we viewed the pictures on the internet, she said they had made her horny so she made me give her cunnilingus again. That's all." "And you? You didn't uh... relieve yourself with Desira? She didn't... stimulate you at all? She didn't help you get your rocks off? You didn't get to bust a nut with her? You didn't blow your load with her? Shoot your wad? Ejaculate?" Arline's voice got louder and louder with each sentence. It was obvious that Arline was trying to get me to admit that I had enjoyed myself with Desira. I knew she'd be jealous, so I lied again. "No, Mistress Arline, I never got off." "Well, that's not what Desira said... She said you had quite a good time. Three times with her! She said you also had a good time in the park. Numerous times! I'm very displeased that you would lie to me so flagrantly." Arline's voice was soft and melodic on the surface. But it was obvious from her demeanor that internally, she was seething. I could tell that she was very angry with me. Basically, I was screwed, (So to speak.) and I knew that. Eventually, Arline was going to beat me mercilessly, not necessarily because I had lied to her, though that certainly angered her, but because I had enjoyed myself today, both with Desira and worse, I had enjoyed myself in the park, which was supposed to be a punishment. I hoped that she didn't know that Melina had also enjoyed herself today in the park. I feared that it might just send her over the edge. Arline told me to get out of the shower and to get two towels. "Two?" I asked. "We're going into my bed. I don't want you getting skin particles all over my sheets, so you're going to have to dry off first." I went and got two plush towels. Arline made me dry her off first then she made me dry myself off. After I finished, she brought me into her bedroom and had me lay face down on her bed. Next, she placed the restraint cuffs on my arms and legs, stretching me out tight. Then she sat down on the bed and said "What to do? What to do? I know, let's test the mettle." I didn't know what she meant by that, but based on the way she said it; I knew it wasn't going to be much fun. Arline bolted off saying, "Don't go anywhere." She liked saying that when I was tied up, she thought it was funny. She returned in less than a minute, carrying the cattle prod. "Let's see how well you dance with your arms and legs all bound up." With that, she touched the electrodes of the cattle prod to one of the large muscles on my leg. This caused a painful shock to reverberate through my leg. I screamed and my knee jerked spontaneously causing my ankle to pull painfully against the leather cuff. "This is for enjoying yourself with Desira." She said. Then she touched the prod to my other leg at the point where the leg joins the buttock. This delivered an even more painful shock to my leg, which caused another scream and caused the entire leg to jerk violently, straining against that leather cuff. With that, I felt the long muscles in my leg strain as if they'd been stretched too far. "And this is for enjoying yourself with Desira the second time." Arline said. Next, Arline touched the electrodes to my buttock. I screamed again, and my hip bent reflexively, putting strain on both my ankles and my wrists. Arline continued to touch the cattle prod to various locations on my lower torso, concentrating on the crack of my ass and my asshole. I continued to scream and spontaneously convulse. "And this is for enjoying yourself in the park." Suddenly Arline stopped and said "I know what we need now, music." She turned on the radio at full volume. Then she tuned to a station, which played loud, new wave music, the kind in which the singers scream loudly to what is essentially a cacophony of guitar, drums and other instrumental music. I might have enjoyed it were it not for the fact that Arline began to shock me in time to the beat. Each time she'd shock me, I'd scream and my muscles would involuntarily jerk causing my arms or legs or both to strain against the ropes, which bound them. The shocks were quite painful and so was the chafing that the stiff leather cuffs were inflicting on my wrists and ankles. Because the musicians were screaming so loudly during the songs, when I screamed, I couldn't really hear myself. As a result, there was no satisfaction to my screaming and there was no release of psychic energy. There was nothing but the pain and of course the contorting of my body. "You're dancing pretty good considering." Arline paused for a minute while the music stopped between songs. Then she said "hmm, something's missing here... I know." Arline bent over grabbed my cock and balls and pulled them out from underneath me so that they now were showing between my legs. When the music started again, Arline asked sarcastically, "May I have this dance?" And without waiting for a response from me, she began shocking me again. This time, she started by placing the electrodes fully on my dick. When she cut loose, it was extremely painful. I screamed the loudest I had, pretty much ever screamed. My body convulsed, arching like a bow, as the ropes, which bound me were strained to their limits. As one might expect, they held fast and I did not get free. Next, she triggered a shock after placing the contacts directly on top of my testicles. When she did that, I thought I was going to die. It was worse than having my balls kicked. She continued shocking me all over my body as she had been earlier, but this time she was concentrating primarily on my testicles and my penis. It hurt. At times, my entire body would convulse, straining against my bonds, pulling my muscles and wearing away the skin on my wrists and ankles. Suddenly Arline stopped. She paused for a minute. Then she said "I'm sorry." I hoped that she had relieved her frustrations by then, but instead she exclaimed, "My mistake, this cattle prod is set to the low setting. We can't have that. I'm going to have to do this all over again." Arline slid the switch to high and true to her word, did the entire set over again. With the new setting, the reverberation from the electric current was accompanied by a strong burning sensation. This produced a new round of intense pain. I screamed louder than I had before. This time I could actually hear myself over the radio. By the time she stopped, it was late in the morning, I was out of breath, I was drenched in sweat, all of my muscles ached and my wrists and ankles were bleeding. "Next time you're with somebody, maybe you won't relieve yourself unless you ask me. You save your hard-on for me. And next time we go to the park, and someone offers you a hand, you call me. Understand?" Apparently, I didn't respond soon enough. Arline zapped me several more times on my balls. "Do you understand?" She asked again slowly. "Yes, Mistress Arline. I understand." I said. "Go shower that sweat off of you. You're disgusting. Then come back here. I'm not done with you yet." Arline released me and I went and showered then dried off using the same towel I had used earlier. Then I went back onto Arline's bedroom. Arline reached down and grabbed my penis. It was completely flaccid. "Look at you, you're useless. This is what happens when you fritter away your sexual energy on other people. Assume the position." I looked at Arline questioningly. "Haven't you learned anything today? Assume the position." Arline said. Obviously, Desira had given Arline a full report. I bent over and grabbed my ankles. Arline grabbed the switch and began thrashing me. Without the added energy of the extra six inches that Passionata's switch had, (the one Desira had used on me.) Arline's lash seemed inoffensive, impotent and almost painless. I screamed trying to appease Arline but my dick just wouldn't cooperate. Arline was right. I had expended all of my libidinal energy on Desira and those people in the park, and I had nothing left for Arline. Arline struck me countless times, but to no avail. After numerous orgasms in the park, repeated sex with Desira, a night without sleep, and being no longer stoned on coke, I was wasted, and useless. Arline finally gave up when she could find no spot on my ass that wasn't red and bruised. "Well, maybe I won't get inseminated today, but I'll be damned if I don't get satisfied. Get on the bed, you pussy fart." Said Arline. I lay down and Arline sat on top of me. It was not particularly enjoyable because she had rinsed the flavor away, and there was nothing to enjoy. Knowing that Arline wouldn't let me rest until she got what she wanted, I gave her what she wanted. End Part 53/56 Continued in part 54/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 54/56 Summary: This is the less depressing ending which I wrote for this novel. I won't spoil it with details. Keywords: b,g,tragic The Alternate Ending (Part 1) The following is an alternate ending. I was greatly saddened by the actual ending, which I had written for this novel. It is terribly depressing. Nevertheless, I was unable to imagine a completely happy outcome for this novel. So while my characters do not "Live happily ever after," per se, it does end more positively than the original ending which I wrote. I hope that this ending will at least leave you with hope for the characters whose lives I have vicariously lived and then destroyed. We Are Saved. One day, a man came to our door; his faded clothes were threadbare, wrinkled and tattered. He had a long gray beard, long, graying hair and dark, weathered skin. He smelled bad. He smiled at me with missing teeth. At first, I thought he was some homeless person that Arline had invited to the house but there was a reassuring twinkle in his eye. He held his arms out to hug me and started crying. For a few moments, I was put off by this disreputable gentleman. Then, suddenly I recognized... my father. The past months had not been kind to him; he appeared twenty years older than he had been when he left. I reached out and ran into his open arms. I started crying. For a few moments, we both just stood there hugging and crying. I was speechless. Arline came to the door. "What do you want?" She said, nastily, and then suddenly, "O H M Y G O D , " then she started crying. "Melina" Arline said, "Your father's home." "Who?" asked Melina. "Come here, now." Said Arline. Melina ran to the door, naked as a jaybird. If my father hadn't had such a long beard, I probably would have been ashamed by the shocked face he made when he saw her, but as it was, I could not see the look of awe and bewilderment he was wearing. An eternity of silence followed as my father stared at Melina in disbelief. Melina turned red and then she placed her hands over her private parts in an effort to cover herself up. Then Melina started crying. Arline joined in the hug my father and I were having. Melina stood her distance, but my father gestured for her to join the hug. His arms reached around us all including Melina in the hug, embracing her discretely around her shoulders. So there we were, the four of us standing at the front door, hugging and crying. After we went inside the house, Melina went to put some clothing on. Unfortunately the people in the park had destroyed, the only normal clothing she had that still fit. The only other thing she could wear was her leather glove. The glove was now so tight that it concealed virtually nothing. All of her maturing pubescent features stood out so prominently, she might as well not have bothered to put it on. She came bounding merrily into the living room, where we had assembled. My father eyed her apprehensively. He was more comfortable seeing her dressed, but it was obvious he was still quite disconcerted by her attire. My father was a very proper gentleman. Melina, even wearing the glove, was rather a poke in the eye for him. After a while, my father told us his story. He had actually been "lost at sea." His boat had sunk and he and most of his crew were found floating in the ocean three days later by another fishing boat. They transported him to their hometown of Balfate Honduras. Balfate was a small town in Central America, Its people were very poor. My father found work on a fishing boat, but the job paid the equivalent of only a few dollars a day. As a result, he had to work for months, to earn enough money to buy his fare back home. That's why it took him so long to return. My father took out a scrap of paper he had carried with him since he had left our home on the ill-fated voyage. It was a photograph of the four of us, smiling, at an amusement park; we had gone there just after my father and Arline got married, on their honeymoon. Like his clothing, the photograph was wrinkled, tattered, worn and faded. "I looked at this photo of us every day." He said, crying. "It was the only thing that kept me going in Balfate. Because the wages were so low, I had to starve myself, eating nothing but the bitter trash fish that they couldn't sell. If I had spent my money on food, there would have been none left for my fare home." My father passed the photo around and then he looked up. My father looked at the walls and said "I see you've taken pho..." He stopped in mid sentence with his mouth open. On the wall were the framed photos, from the internet, that had been taken at Battle Green Park. For a few seconds, he stood there, his eyes and mouth open. For a moment he seemed unsure of what he was looking at. After he recovered from the shock, he yelled, "What is the meaning of this?" Nobody answered him. We were frozen, unable to move except to turn our heads away from him so as not to lock eyes with him. "Somebody say something." My father said loudly. "How can you explain such a thing?" I wondered. I wasn't going to be the person to have to explain the madness that had gripped Arline following his apparent demise. No words are capable of explaining away the horrors that had ensued following his disappearance. Arline was the first to speak. "They're trick photos darling; you take a picture and replace the head of someone in the picture. You do it on the computer." She said in desperation. "You know. They're a joke." Melina and I sat there in disbelief. My father watched the expression on our faces as Arline spoke. "Is that what they are?" he asked us directly. Neither Melina nor I answered. We both turned away from him and began crying synchronously, and in harmony. My father sat down and put his hand on his forehead. We sat in silence for an interminable period. Finally, one by one, my father removed all of the pictures from the wall and threw them in the trashcan. "They're not very funny," he said. It was obvious that he didn't believe Arline, but had decided not to press the issue. "So what have you guys been doing since the last time we were together?" my father said, trying to change the subject. Once again the Arline, Melina and I turned away trying to avert my father's gaze. What can you say? The story is horrendous, not to mention humiliating. Once again, there was silence as the three of us attempted to find a description for our activities that would be acceptable to him. There was none. Our actions were unthinkable, outrageous, inexcusable, and despite the fact that we were unwilling participants in it, Melina and I felt responsible. Recognizing that everybody was uncomfortable discussing our activities of the past few months my father again tried to change the subject. "So tell me, what grade are you two in?" The tension was tighter than a guitar string. Once again, my father had unwittingly succeeded in poking a stick in our wounds. I hung my head as I thought about how the pictures from the internet were probably circulating through the fifth grade, now that school had started. The other kids used to pick on me and laugh at me before this summer started. I could only imagine what they were saying about me now. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I thought about the names that they would be calling me if I ever dared to show my face. Arline finally broke the silence. "I was planning to home school them this year darling." She said. My father looked worried. He didn't know exactly what had transpired, nor could he ever in his wildest dreams have imagined what had happened while he was gone, but he was wise enough to recognize that whatever it was, it was probably bad. "Let's go sit out in the back yard," he said finally. God, my father had delivered yet another unintentional poke with that stick. Arline flinched visibly as she thought about the guy with the gun, she looked as if she was going to puke. The grass hadn't yet grown back over the spot where we had buried him. My father surely was going to notice the void within the pristine, immaculately maintained lawn he had left before his trip. I closed my eyes as I realized that an entire lifetime of misery and strife had passed in the three or so months since my father had disappeared. "How could he have done this to us?" I wondered. I became angry with him. I opened my mouth to scream at him, I had a million and one nasty things to say to him, but just as I was about to speak, I realized that he was not to blame. Arline was. I looked over at Arline. My eyes narrowed as the anger welled up in my throat. I could feel my blood pressure raising, as my heart began pounding inside, attempting to jump out of my chest and wrap itself around Arline's neck. And all that time, the fountain of tears kept running. I opened my mouth to deliver the truth to my father, but the words would not come out. I looked at Melina. She was staring blankly at a spot on the wall where Arline had placed a particularly embarrassing photograph of her. She had long ago disconnected herself from the conversation. She looked utterly beyond destroyed. Like a Roman ruin. Recognizing that he'd accidently stepped in yet another pile of excrement, my father said "How about we have dinner. What are we having for dinner tonight?" That did not go over well either. Melina and I both brought our eyes up to the ceiling. Not for lack of trying, my father certainly wasn't making this reunion easy. "Well, how about if we go out to eat?" he said finally. Everybody nodded approvingly. My father said "Great, let's go out to eat. Melina, don't you have anything else to wear?" When he looked at the expression on Melina's face he gulped and said "That will be just fine, Melina. Where shall we go?" Arline suggested a fancy French restaurant. I'm sure she understood that a fancy restaurant would never allow Melina inside, wearing her glove. My father looked at Arline with the proverbial daggers. He hadn't entirely figured out what had happened since he'd left, but he was beginning to understand. There was great concern in his eyes as he contemplated our situation. "I know," he said, "Let's go have Chinese." Everybody nodded. He said "I need a bath, and a change of clothes. You guys get ready, okay?" We all nodded again. My father went over to the bathroom and tried to lock the door. He was not a man who was comfortable bathing with an audience. He closed the door as best he could and started the shower. Arline, Melina and I were still sitting in the living room. Arline said "Thank you for not saying anything about what has happened in our lives since he left. My eyes got cold. "I'm going to tell him everything." I said, "Just as soon as I figure out how to say it without hurting him." A combination of intense contempt and "or else" swept over Arline's face. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Arline said. "Remember who's going to be driving you home after the dance tonight. One of these days, soon, your father will be going to go back to work and guess who'll be caring for you then?" I smiled defiantly, "Now that he's back, they won't send me to a foster home. Just wait until he hears about all of the things you've done to us. He's going to throw you out onto the street. And he's probably going to call the cops. And they're going to come here, and put you in jail. And I'll be glad. I'll come visit you there, just so that I can laugh at your misery." Arline grabbed my arm and started pulling me into my room. Then, she must have heard the shower and realized that my father would come as soon as he heard me scream. She let me go and started crying. "I thought you loved me. You do, don't you? You don't want to cause trouble for your dear mother, do you? You know I didn't intend to be mean to you, I just wanted you to grow up straight. I did my best to bring you up right, didn't I? It was all part of the training, you know." I guess I wanted to believe it. The next thing I knew, I was eating the shit she was dishing out, as if it was my dinner. (So to speak.) I also started crying. "I'm sorry Mistress Arline." I blubbered, "I know it was my fault. I caused you to be so strict with me. I should have been more obedient." It must have been her tears. I couldn't believe that I was saying what I was saying, but somehow my mouth just kept forgiving her, even though my brain wanted to condemn her and my hands wanted to rip her throat out. I felt a tremendous rush, like the ones you get when you take too many downs. The room darkened, and then turned black. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor. Arline was giving me CPR again. My father was standing over us, thanking Arline for bringing me back to life. He had shaved his beard. I was very confused. My father suggested we go to the hospital, but Arline explained that it was probably just an anxiety attack from all the excitement of having my dad back. "Well, you're the nurse." He said. "He's fine now. Let's go have that dinner, shall we?" Said Arline. "All right then, everybody in the van, let's celebrate my coming home." Yelled my father jubilantly. Melina and I got into the van and sat in the back seat facing the rear doors. "What are you sitting back there for?" My father asked. "Bernhard, you sit up front with me. Melina, you sit in the middle row with your mother." I remembered the last times we had been in the van, hadn't worked out so well for Melina and me. We drove to the restaurant, and were seated. That was when I noticed that Melina hadn't said a word since my father had gotten back home. She looked like a cloud was enveloping her. She hardly responded when people spoke. Her eyes appeared not to be focusing properly, and generally, she appeared to be staring out into space. When my father asked her what she wanted for dinner, she just pointed to an item on the menu. It was a chicken dish. Melina hated chicken. When the waiter asked what we wanted to drink, Melina didn't answer. My father finally ordered her a cola. Melina hated cola too. She didn't react. I started to become apprehensive. I wanted to ask Melina if she was all right, but I was afraid to violate my oath to Arline. I decided to have my father do it. I whispered to him that I knew Melina hated chicken, and told him to ask her if there was something else, that she might want. The menus were gone, when he asked Melina if perhaps she might want to order something else, she just shook her head, "no." "Maybe she actually wants chicken tonight," my father suggested. "Please father," I pleaded quietly, "make her talk to you, I think something's wrong." "So, what do you do in your spare time?" He asked Melina. Oh, my God. Of course, Melina wasn't going to talk to him, She did nothing all day long, except fuck people and wait, tied up, in bed, for the next person to come and fuck her. What could she possibly talk to my father about? To my surprise, Melina opened her mouth and started talking. "Mostly," she said, "I do nothing all day long except fuck people and wait, tied up in bed, for the next person to come and fuck me." Melina gave a beautiful smile and then she added, "I also give a lot of blowjobs. It's the same thing that mookie does; only he doesn't have a cunt to work with." Melina smiled again, and then she began crying. Arline turned red. "Melina must not be feeling well. She has a vivid imagination and a dirty mouth. I can't imagine why she is saying that. She must just want attention." My father sat, dumbfounded. Without his beard, you could read his face from a mile away. His expression was a mixture of incredulity, disgust and disquiet. He paused, for at least a minute, trembling, while trying to compose himself. Finally, he turned to me. "Is this true?" He asked me, choking, in disbelief. Based upon the next expression on his face, he already realized the truth. I was crying. I turned away from him but it was too late, he had perceived the answer. It showed clearly on my pokerface. I can still remember the look on his face that followed. For some reason, I felt responsible for having hurt him. Don't ask me why. The universe stopped moving as silence engulfed our table. The waiters came, dropped off our food and left. We sat there frozen. Nobody ate anything, our food got cold. Someone observing us might have thought we were a sculpture. At last, my father took some bills out from his wallet and dropped them on the table. "Was there something wrong with the food sir?" Asked, one waiter. "Guess we weren't that hungry. I have a bitter taste in my mouth." My father answered absently. "Do you want a doggy bag?" Asked the waiter. "No thank you. We don't want to take this home with us." Answered my father. We drove home in silence. My father turned on the radiator, but it did little to warm the mood in the van. Everybody was crying except for Arline. She was huddled in the middle seat as far to the left side as she could get, without hurting herself. Melina was on the extreme other side of the seat from Arline. Her lips were moving as if she was speaking to somebody, but no sound was coming out. I was in the front seat on the passenger's side, wishing I could melt into the space between the bench and the backrest. My father was driving. He looked as though he had aged another twenty years since we had walked into the restaurant. When we got back to the house, my father said the first words anybody had spoken since we had left the restaurant. "Let's all go to sleep, I'm sure things will look better in the morning." Melina went to her room in silence. I was terribly worried about her, she didn't look right. My father went into the parlor to sleep. It was dark in there. He lay down and fell into a deep sleep. Arline went to her room. I don't know what happened to her after that. They say that things always look brighter in the light of day. I was sure that daylight was only going to show the devastation of our lives in greater detail. Like a rotting corpse in a room at night, it smells terrible. But when the sun comes up, it smells terrible and looks even worse. I went to my room and lay in my bed. I was up all night. I was not optimistic. End Part 54/56 Continued in part 55/56 Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 55/56 Summary: This is the less depressing ending which I wrote for this novel. I won't spoil it with details. Keywords: b,g,rom,tragic The Alternate Ending (Part 2) The light of day did nothing to cheer everybody up. In the first place, it was windy, cold and stormy, so we were already off to a bad start. In the second place, my father had woken up in the parlor. The light of day showed it to be the dungeon of horrors that it had been. After my father had "slept on it" overnight, he arrived at the conclusion that something terrible had happened to us, while he was gone. So terrible, that even though it was screaming out to be heard, nobody was willing to talk about it. He called a family meeting in the living room. We called Melina but she did not come to the room. My father went to her room to get her. When he knocked on the door, Melina invited him in. He opened the door, and there she was, lying in bed, naked, her legs spread apart, her arms open, and wearing the mask of the "well-practiced smile" that she used for display to her customers. The one Arline had taught her to use when her clients came "calling." He turned away from Melina, staring at a vacant spot on the wall. His knees gave way causing him to droop and almost fall down. Then he gently said to Melina, "Put your clothes on, we're having a family meeting in the living room." He stumbled back into the living room alone, broken and in tears. He looked as though he had just returned from the Crusades. There was an aura of disillusionment, discouragement and defeat. He was wearing an expression of great pain as though his heart and soul had been ripped from his chest. My father turned to Arline. "What has been going on since I left here? I left you in charge of the household. You were supposed to take care of the kids. What has happened that has painted everything so dark?" Arline put on her "butter wouldn't melt in her mouth" expression. "Everything's been fine since you left, honey, we've just had a little trouble adjusting to your absence, that's all. We were all so sad when we thought you had died." Then she smiled innocently. If I didn't know better, based on the way she was now pronouncing her words, I would have thought she was a Southern Belle. My father shook his head, "No." "Arline, things have not been fine here." He said, "There's been a tempest blown through here. It's plainly visible like a coating of mud after a flood. Tell me the truth. Or do I have to ask the children? They'll tell me, you know. I want you to tell me the truth. What has happened here?" Arline was still smiling innocently; "Go ahead," she said, "go ask the kids, they'll tell you." "My God," I realized, she really was speaking with a southern accent. That was quite strange because we lived near Boston and she was from Eastern Europe. Then my father said "I'm afraid that Melina has already told me. I just pray to God that it wasn't as serious as all that, but now, I'm pretty sure it was." "Honey, you can't believe Melina, she's a pathological liar, half the time she doesn't know what she is saying, and the other half of the time, she's making it up." Said Arline. Tears were welling up in my father's eyes as he turned to me. "Bernhard, for God's sake, please tell me that Melina was lying last night." I began crying myself. "I'm sorry father, Melina was telling the truth, and that's only the tip of the iceberg." My father kind of crumbled into a chair "What do you mean?" He asked. "How could anything be worse than that?" By then, Melina had dressed, and sat down in the room. Slowly I gave an accounting of all the things, which had transpired since he had left. Every so often, my father would look incredulously over at Melina for confirmation of what I was saying. Melina would nod her head and my father would cringe and appear to sink deeper into the chair in which he was sitting. He looked like he was shrinking. His face was so sad. I was dying inside. It was killing me to have to tell him these things. But once the first thread of truth began coming undone, the entire garment had to unravel or my soul would not be set free. As the story unfolded, a look of disbelief began to appear on my father's face. Obviously, the more intense the story became the more unbelievable it became. He was finding it impossible to imagine let alone believe what I was saying. As I watched his face I realized that he was being overwhelmed by what I was saying and in an effort to cope with an otherwise tortuous understanding, he was instead "writing it off," as some childish attempt to gain his sympathy. When I got to the part about the park, he finally stood up and roared "Enough, enough. No more lies." "Father," I sobbed, "you saw the pictures on the wall. They're from the internet. I can show you. Father, please, let me show you." "Show me." He said angrily. The computer was already on. I did a search on "Battle Green Park." I knew my father was going to be torn up by the photos, but at that point, I had to let the monster run free, no matter what it was going to destroy. I picked one of the movies the man with the expensive camera had taken. It was of me, giving a blowjob to one guy, while being sodomized by another. The guy who took the pictures walked around and around me, taking pictures from every angle. The photos were so clear you could read the expression on my face. As he walked around you could clearly make out Melina and Arline in the background. As if the ice beneath his feet had fractured, my father's awareness suddenly plunged through the floe, into a fetid sewer of cold, ugly reality. He slumped into his chair like wet mortar. "Stop it. Please stop it. Turn it off." He cried. "Arline, they're children. How could you have done all of this to them? To your daughter? To my son?" Arline looked surprised. She obviously didn't expect my father to believe us. "They needed to be taught a lesson." She said slowly. "I was just disciplining them like any good parent should do. You don't know how wretched these children are. It was just a punishment. There's no harm in that." For a moment, I was scared for Arline. But instead of choking at her to death, as I wished he had done, as he probably should have done, his face softened and he said "Arline, I think you need some help. I think everybody needs help now. Let's call some professionals and get this mess cleaned up." Nobody said anything for a while. Arline was the first to speak. "Darling, if you call a social worker about this, they might think it was some kind of child abuse. They'll have to report it to the authorities, and I might have to go to jail." "Then I'll miss you, Arline," said my father, "but the children come first, and they need help now. Bernhard cringes whenever I talk loudly or move unexpectedly. Look at your daughter Arline, she's devastated. They've been damaged. I love you Arline. I suppose I always will. And I'll come see you on visitor's days, but something has to be done for them, right now." "I'll run away then. That's what I'll do, I'll run away." Said Arline. "Maybe you should do that, Arline, I don't think the future looks very good if you stay here." "I'll take Melina with me, mookie will cry. You'll be sorry. That whiner won't give you a moment's peace." "Melina's my daughter now. If she wants to go with you, she can go with my blessing, but if she wants to stay here, I won't let you take her." Suddenly, I was not so sure I wanted to go through with it. I had already given Melina up once; I didn't want to go through it again. "Wait," I said, "I love Melina. Father, please don't let her leave." My father turned to me and said "Son, sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the ideals that are important to you. Even if it means giving up the things you love the most." I wanted to puke, that's what I'd said the first time I let Melina go, the time I made a deal with Arline to forsake her. I was sure I didn't want to go through that again, even if it was "the right thing to do." "Father, I've traveled down this road already. It winds up in a terrible place. Please father, don't do this," I said. "I'm sorry son, I don't think you understand how broken you are. You need help, whether you real- ize it or not. We have to put the shattered pieces of your life back together, and it's probably going to hurt. Forgive me son, but sometimes I have to make sacrifices for the ideals that are important to me. Even if it means giving up the things I love the most." "It's my life father, let me decide." I said. My father began crying again. "Bernhard, you're only eleven years old. I'm sorry; I can't leave this in your hands." Arline went into her bedroom and began packing. When she came out, she had a small suitcase. She looked very angry. "Melina," she said, "we're leaving." Melina sat where she was, and appeared to be thinking. A ray of hope flashed through my mind. She appeared to be deciding whether to go or to stay. She kept looking from Arline, to me then to Arline again, then back at me. She began shaking. "I... I want... to... to stay here, with... mookie." she said at last, hesitantly. Based on the sound of her voice and the trem- bling, I realized that she was really scared of what Arline was going to do. Sure enough, Arline whirled around, slapped her across the face, grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her out of her seat, bellowing, "I said we're leaving." She began dragging Melina toward the door. I stood up. I grabbed Melina's other hand. For a moment, there was a tug of war as Arline and I just about tore Melina in half. Then, my father said "Bernhard, let her go, you're going to hurt her." I wasn't convinced, but I released her. Then my father said "Arline, if you take her now, I'm going to call the police. You won't make it out of town before they stop you." Arline continued toward the door saying, "They won't stop me, she's my daughter too, you know." Then she left. My father called nine-one-one. He told the man who answered that Arline was kidnapping his daughter. When he told the man that Arline was Melina's mother, the police officer said he couldn't stop her if Arline was her mother. My father gave the officer the address of the website where the officer found one of the videos of Arline dragging Melina by her hair, screaming, naked into the park. After a moment, the officer said "One of our units has just spotted your car on a road leaving town. We are in pursuit." A few minutes later, a police officer called back. The suitcase Arline had taken contained more than fifty thousand dollars. Arline had tried to bribe the officer who stopped her. She was now in custody. The judge denied her bail due to her being a flight risk. The police officer said Child Protection Services was processing Melina, and that they would finish with her soon. They said my father could have her back as soon as they completed the paperwork. We drove down to the station. When we got there, Melina was sitting on a bench. Seated next to her was, of all people, "the cop." Melina seemed calm and at ease. To look at her, you wouldn't think that they had just rescued her from a cave-in at a coal mine. After repeated visits to the house, "The cop," had become Melina's good friend. Besides having no proof, I didn't want to get Melina's friend in trouble, so I kept our dirty little secret. I figured that if Melina had wanted to tell somebody about it, she would have. Apparently, she didn't want to. I was okay with that. My father called an agency about getting counseling that day. After hearing about our plight, they cleared their schedule for the afternoon and both Melina and I got a thorough going over as they administered a battery of tests to determine the depth of our despondency. To my great dismay, they took Melina away and put her in a mental hospital. They placed her in a special ward for children. I guess there must be other children with problems as severe as hers. They said she appeared to be too damaged, emotionally to be helped without constant professional supervision. I miss her dearly, and try to see her whenever I can. Unfortunately, the few visiting days at the hospital coincide with the few visiting days at the Correctional Institution where Arline is interned. My father and I have to split our time between them both. It's been a year since my father returned. I am writing this book in an attempt to come to terms with the abominations that I have experienced. Many repressed memories have revealed themselves through the writing of this diary. Nowadays, I have many happy times. In retrospect, I don't remember many times when I was truly happy under the Arline dynasty. They say I have an excellent chance of making a com- plete recovery. Unfortunately, Melina will take more time to recover, due to her breakdown. They say, though, that because she is young, her prognosis is good too. They're going to try electroshock therapy on her. I wonder what Wilma and Velma would think of that. At this time, they have taken her off suicide watch, and removed her from the padded cell in which they had originally placed her. They feel she is no longer a danger to herself. They brought Arline to trial. The district attorney had no trouble getting a conviction based on my testimony and the photos from the internet. She got a sentence of not less than fifteen years for the abuse charges and two years for attempted bribery. In addition, the police dug up the body of "the guy with the gun." She got twenty years to life for that. With good behavior, she might be out by the time she is sixty. She's currently in jail being somebody's bitch. She is frequently beaten, and forced to have sex with whoever will pay for her, by her larger, stronger and meaner "lifer" cellmate. The irony of Arline's plight has not escaped me, but my anger at her has passed. When I think about her situation in jail, I feel sorry for her. My father brings me along when he goes to visit her. While we don't get all "warm and fuzzy," I don't laugh at her misery either. I once loved her, and now I have nothing but compassion for her. I know how she must be feeling. My father destroyed all of Arline's parapher- nalia; nevertheless, the house still carries many unhappy memories for me. Perhaps, some day, if I be- come rich, I will buy my father a new home. Then I will bulldoze this house to the ground, the way Forest Gump did to Jennie's father's house in the movie. The company for which my father worked, had an insurance policy which paid him twenty-four/seven overtime for all of the months he was lost at sea. Plus, the police gave us the money Arline had with her when they caught her. It amounts to a tidy sum. In view of my infamy at school, my father has decided to spend the money on private tutoring for me. I am learning quickly and am way ahead of my peers at school. I've been feeling better about myself lately. There are still many hurtles for me to jump, but I am optimistic for the future. Last week, I got a letter from Desira, inviting me to her thirteenth birthday party. My shrink doesn't think I should go at all. My father says I can go, but he wants to chaperone me. Despite the fact that I would really love to see her again, I probably will not attend. My father forwarded a letter on the same stationary as the invitation, to Arline. I imagine she will not be attending either. My soul feels as though it has been dragged through a river of broken bottles. My wounds have healed now and though the bottles left many scars in their wake, I am ready to complete the journey of my life with renewed courage and strength. From time to time, splinters of the glass poke out through my skin and need to be reckoned with. I am now capable of removing them myself and when needed, placing an adhesive bandage over the holes until they are fully healed. In retrospect, the sexual abuse I received does not seem to have caused even a fraction of the emo- tional damage that the physical and mental abuse which Arline inflicted upon me did. There are many ways in which I feel It broadened my horrizons. I'm not sure my shrink feels the same way however. We tend to spend many of our sessions debating this issue. I'm looking forward to the day when Melina is well enough to be released from her institution and we can be together again. Some day, I hope to marry her, I know we will make each other happy. The end. End Part 55/56 Continue to part 56, if you dare! ------------ Author: Norm DaPlume Title: War And Piece Part: 56/56 Summary: This is the original ending which I wrote for this novel. I won't spoil it with details other than to say it is devistatingly bleak. Keywords: b,g,F/b,caution,viol,tragic The Other Ending. Note. This chapter must contain the following advisory. The events depicted in this chapter are extremely tragic. If you are depressed, despondent, downhearted, in the pits or suicidal I recommend that you put this book down now, and not complete this final chapter. It is not going to make you optimistic, hopeful, and lighthearted, make you feel like you're flying high or encourage a love of life. Reader discretion is therefore highly advised, and for many unhappy individuals, it is strongly recommended. . Further This chapter contains no descriptions of sexual events and therefore has no lewd, depraved, licentious or provocative contents. As a result, the following may be unsuitable or boring for some reading audiences; reader discretion is therefore highly advised. The End. One day it occurred to me that while my oath to Arline did not allow me to talk to Melina; nothing had ever been said about writing to her. I hurried to the drawer in the living room where my father had kept the pens. Apparently, Arline had anticipated my action and had hidden all the pens. My brain switched into gear. I looked for some ink and finding none, I decided that I would write my note in blood. I looked in another drawer and found a pin. I realized that if Arline didn't catch me writing the letter I still ran the risk that Melina might think one of her deviant clients had written the note and throw it away without reading it, but I had to try. It wasn't easy. I could only write part of a single letter at a time with the tiny amount of blood that a pin could hold. Plus, I had to stab myself many times to get enough blood for the task. It was a difficult, long and painful experience, but in the end, I had my letter. I kept it short so I wouldn't bleed to death while writing it. Here's what I wrote: Dear Mel, I'm sorry. Arline made me forsake you. She promised never to hurt you again and to protect you from others. In exchange for this, I swore never to look at, touch, talk, comfort or make love to you again. I love you more than anything and would never have considered abandoning you, but this was the only way I could keep you safe. I'll love you forever. mookie I placed the letter under Melina's pillow and waited for a response. Then after sex with Arline that night, I went to bed with anticipation. I woke up at four o'clock the next morning. When I lifted my pillow to plump it up, a piece of paper fell out. Thinking it was an answer from Melina I unfolded it excitedly. Though it was an answer from Melina, it was not the one I had hoped to get. She had found a pen somewhere and written it in ink. I'll never forget what it said: Dear mookie I have taken a bunch of Arline's downers. Please forgive me for taking this drastic action. After I read your letter, I realized that no power on earth could change the course of the tide, which has separated us. I know how persuasive Arline can be, and I forgive you for deserting me. I have before me a future of constant violation, degradation and defilement. That and faced with a choice of either the loneliness of losing you or the torture of being eternally tormented by Arline, I have chosen death. I wish I could have found some other way to resolve this, but I know you'll understand. I hope you'll both be happier now that I'm gone. I know Arline will. Please take care of Arline for me. I love you both. I'll be waiting for you to be here someday, wherever that is. Love Melina I started crying and screamed for Arline. Arline, thinking that something was terribly wrong, based on my tone of voice, came in almost immediately and pulled the note from my hand. At first, she got really angry at me for reading Melina's note. She tore the note up and grabbed me by the arm violently, wearing the face that she used when she wanted me to know that she was very displeased. Then she began to drag me to the bed. "Read the note." I cried. Arline reassembled and read the note. Arline's face changed from one of anger to one of extreme distress. She dropped my arm and the note and ran into Melina's room. I followed her in. There on the bed was Melina, lying peacefully with her eyes closed. She looked happier than I had seen her look in a long time. Arline tried shaking Melina, and then she burst out into tears. "Wake her up," she said to me. I shook Melina. Her body was cold and stiff. Melina did not wake up. "I said wake her up" This time she said it angrily, as if somehow I could change the outcome but didn't want to. I shook her again, this time more forcefully. Melina did not wake up. I remembered a fairy tale about a princess who had eaten a poison apple and when the handsome prince came and kissed her, she woke up. In desperation, I kissed her. Her lips were cold and unresponsive. Melina did not wake up. Frantic, I slapped her across her face several times. Melina did not wake up, but it made me feel like a real shit heel. Tears were dripping down my cheeks like a Missouri thunderstorm. Arline was crying too, I wasn't sure why. Maybe she felt guilty. I hoped so; I wanted her to feel guilty. She should feel guilty. "You did this Arline." I said. "You did this as surely as if you fed her the pills yourself. This is all your fault. I hate you." Arline went to her room and swallowed four sleeping pills. I stayed in Melina's room and sat on the bed next to her, as if I could somehow keep her company now. I realized that my deal with Arline was null and void. I began babbling to Melina. I don't remember most of what I said, but I know I told her many times that I was sorry. I said that I understood why she did what she did. I told her that I blamed Arline for causing the whole mess. I said a lot of things to her, mostly stuff I wished that I had told her before she took the pills. And I told her that I knew we would get back together someday. Arline did not leave her room that day. Melina's corpse remained where it was until the next day, when Arline called nine-one-one. The coroner came in and took her away. There was an autopsy and an inquest. Though they found numerous signs of physical abuse, including the scars from the time Arline had used the whip on Melina, and several bones, which had been broken and later healed. It was determined, that her death was indeed a suicide. This was based mostly on the suicide note, which was obviously in her handwriting and the presence of the drugs in her blood. After two days, they released the body and Arline arranged with a local funeral parlor to have a service. Arline called all of the clients in her phone directory and informed them of the service. Because none of my old clothing fit, Arline took me out wearing some of her clothing to get a suit. It was a little humiliating having to wear it because it was too large for me and was so obviously women's clothing. But after we left the mall, I had a dark suit, appropriate for the service. Arline thought that it might be okay to show Melina at the funeral parlor and to bury her in her leather glove because it did still fit and was black, but I told her that I thought it would be inappropriate. Arline finally agreed and based on the measurements the funeral director gave her, Arline bought an appropriate outfit for Melina at the mall as well. The service was held on a Saturday. Arline told me to keep it together but I cried throughout the entire service. During the service they played Bach's Prelude No. 1 in C major, BWV 846, from Bach's Well- tempered Clavier. I thought it was particularly beautiful and asked Arline to have it played at my funeral as well. They also recited The Twenty Third Psalm, which I asked Arline to have recited at my funeral too. Arline wasn't listening to me or she might have gotten it. (The author would like to suggest that the reader please play the above musical composition at this time. Any number of arrangements of that composition can be found on the internet; do a Google search on "BWV 846". It is well worth the time it takes to research and play it. The author has found it to be particularly beautiful and has requested that it be played at his own funeral too.) I tried to say a eulogy but I was crying too much. Arline took me aside and gave me one of her "or else" looks. I said the only coherent words that I said that day. It was "Go ahead and beat me. You can't hurt me any more than I already hurt now." Arline backed down and sat in a front row pew. Quite a few of Melina's clients and friends were at the funeral. Velma and Spence were there, so was Wilma. Passionata was there with her children, Ardor and Desira. The cop was there too. I recognized many of the faces and acknowledged them with a nod when our eyes met. I was crying too much to smile or talk to them. After the service was over, we rode in a limousine to the church where they buried Melina. The sun was shining brightly as they buried her. Melina loved the sunshine. Quite a few people had sent flowers to the site. Melina loved flowers. She picked wildflowers from the property almost every day during the summer. I knew that she would appreciate that so many people had sent them, wherever she was. I hoped she was happy now. I cried a lot that day. Quite a few people gave me their handkerchiefs. I must have gone through half a dozen of them. Arline kept to herself, in a corner of the crowd, away from most everybody. From time to time, I stared over at her. I wondered what she was thinking. When we got home, Arline told me she wanted to have sex. I told her I didn't. She threatened to beat me. I told her it wouldn't make any difference and went to my room. Arline came into my room and beat me soundly. It didn't make any difference. Arline said she wanted me to fuck her. I just kept crying and told her she could go fuck herself. (So to speak.) I told her I was having a really bad day and to please just leave me alone. Arline continued to beat me until her arms got tired. It was no use. She finally gave up. Arline tied me down and sat on my face. I just kept crying and did my best to keep breathing. I wasn't going to give Arline any satisfaction that day. The way I was feeling, I thought I might never give her satisfaction again. I didn't. That night while she was sleeping, I stole about twenty sleeping pills from her. I went into Melina's room and found the pen she had used and wrote a note to Arline. This is what it said: Arline I hope this letter leaves you cold and unhappy. I want you to experience some of the devastation and misery that has been my life since you came into it. After Melina died, I realized that she got the better end of the bargain. I tried my best to please you, but it was never enough. Your wanton cruelty and petty jealousy has led to this. I hope that deserting you now will leave you alone and friendless. I guess that there was something in your past that made you who you are and I'm sorry. But it was never my fault and you refused to understand that. They say when you commit suicide you wind up in hell. Maybe so. All I can say is that I'm sure it's a better place than this one. I am leaving now and wherever I wind up, I expect to find Melina. Wherever she is, I want to be there too. We can be together now and I expect that she's been waiting for me. I am glad that I haven't kept her waiting too long. I will not forsake her again. Arline, if by some fluke I'm still alive when you read this note please don't disturb me. Find it in your heart to let me go and do not call an ambulance until I am completely dead. I haven't asked for a lot from you, so please just do this one thing for me now, you owe it to me. Arline please DNR. I'll love you always but I just can't stand to live with you. pokerface I placed the note conspicuously on my pillow, took the pills and went to sleep. Arline came in the next morning at four a. m. to wake me. She wasn't successful. She found and then read my note. The coroner's report said that there was an unprecedented amount of post-mortem trauma to my face and body. Arline said she had done that trying to wake me up and giving me CPR. After the coroner released the body, Arline made arrangements at the same funeral parlor that Melina had gone to. I was somewhat bummed out to find that Arline had requested the wrong version of Bach's Prelude to be played at the wake, but my soul passed anyway. When Arline got home after the funeral, she found that the police were there digging up the body of the guy with the gun. The cop had researched the serial number on the gun, and found that it belonged to a missing person. They arrested and later convicted Arline for the murder. She got twenty years to life. She's currently in jail being somebody's bitch. She is frequently beaten, and forced to have sex with whoever will pay for her, by her larger, stronger and meaner "lifer" cellmate. The irony of Arline's plight has not escaped me, but my anger at her has passed. When I consider her situation in jail, I feel sorry for her. I once loved her, now, I have nothing but compassion for her, for I know how she must be feeling. Arline did not wind up getting pregnant, so even though it meant the end of the line for my family, it also meant that no child of mine would be born in prison, have to enter into the foster care system. More importantly, it meant that no child of mine would wind up with a stepmother. About a week after Arline went to jail, my father returned home. He hadn't really died. In fact, he had actually been "lost at sea." His boat had sunk and he and most of his crew were found floating in the ocean three days later by another fishing boat. They transported him to their hometown of Balfate Honduras. My father had to work for months to earn enough money to buy his fare back home. That's why it took him so long to return. It was sad, that by the time he got back home, there was nobody left to welcome him. He eventually called the police who told him the whole, sad story. My father visits Arline in the slammer, whenever he can. He still works as a fisherman and so he's still gone for long periods of time, but when he returns home, he visits Arline at the penitentiary every visitor's day, and they talk. My father also frequently visits my and Melina's grave sites. He usually apologizes to us for leaving us to go on that fishing trip. He feels responsible for our deaths. I feel sorry for him. I wish I could help him get on with his life. Our lives and our deaths were never his fault. By the way, I found Melina and we are now very happy together. So as depressing as this book is, I guess my story ends "happily ever after" after all. Oh. Melina says hi. The End. End Part 56/56 - The End.