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YOU PROTECTED HER
Now You Can Keep Her
Hi. My name is Harold. I have a confession to make. I protected my
daughter.
When my daughter was 12, she was a waif. With breasts. Naturally,
fearing that men might take an interest in her, I protected her. I even beat
up a guy who I suspected was looking at her.
At 15, my daughter was a cheerleader. Every morning I would stand
at my front door, watching her board the school bus. This was to make
sure that nobody gave her a ride.
When my daughter was 18, she wanted to go off to college. But my
wife and I were worried. So we insisted she go to the local community
college, where we could keep a sharp eye on her. (And enforce our 10
o�clock curfew).
Our daughter�s safety was always paramount to me and my wife. We
went through her drawers while she was in school, to make sure she didn�t
have drugs. Or cigarettes. Or birth control pills, or condoms. My wife
even insisted on doing all the family laundry, so she could sniff my
daughter�s panties. (To make sure there wasn�t any sperm in them, from
illicit meetings with males.)
Yes, my daughter was protected! Today she is still being protected,
but now she�s not 12. She�s 32. She isn�t a waif with breasts anymore.
She weighs 300 pounds.
My daughter never leaves the house. She says it�s hopeless; men she
meets walk right by her. They even step off the sidewalk, into the street,
to make room for her.
Oprah is a big deal for my daughter. She watches it every day. She
takes notes. She watches all the other shows too, it�s one of the reasons
she never leaves. She�s become quite an expert on all the faults of men. It
makes me wonder if she�d ever be able to like a guy, if a guy ever liked
her.
As you can imagine, I haven�t stopped working. I�ve got a wife to
support, and a daughter too. My daughter eats a lot. Olives, chocolate, and
sunflower seeds. She insists it�s a vegetarian diet. I suppose it is, but it
doesn�t seem to do much for her weight.
One thing I don�t have to worry about, any more, is buying clothes for
my daughter. She says clothing and fashion are male-dominated, and
created to oppress women. So she wears the same clothes every day. Day
in, day out. Last month she claimed bathing was part of a male plot too,
and quit taking baths. Fortunately, after a week, my wife persuaded her to
take a quick shower. But my daughter still refuses to wear makeup, or
shave her legs. (Or anyplace else, for that matter).
Yes, my daughter is protected. I know where she is every minute of
the day. In my living room, in front of my T.V., eating. Or in her room,
reading her books on feminism. Her friends have long since moved away.
They�re all married, with children. (And careers too.) I doubt my daughter
would have anything in common with them anymore, even if they still
lived in our town.
I suppose when other people are taking cruises, or driving across
America in a motor home, I�ll still be at my job. It�s tough to retire when
your daughter insists on having gourmet chocolate every day. But one
thing I am certain of: while other men�s daughters are busy raising
families, and enjoying their husbands, and moving ahead in their jobs, my
daughter is sitting right here, watching Oprah, fully protected!
Gentlemen, don�t be like me. For there is one fact about my daughter
that I haven�t told you yet. She hates me. She hates me, and she hates my
wife. She hates just about everyone I guess: men, women who like men,
my wife (for �submitting� to me by marrying me) and me, because I�m �a
man, and all men are evil.�
Yes, I am stuck with my daughter. I honestly don�t know what to do
with her. Maybe I�ll get lucky someday, and she�ll turn into a lesbian or
something, and move out of my house! But until then, she�ll be right here,
eating her chocolate and olives, which, for some reason, causes her to
pass lots of gas.
Last week I got desperate. I called up a guy. Someone who used to
go to her school. I begged him to call my daughter, and ask her out. I even
offered to pay. I started by offering to pay for the date. No dice. For the
date and his gasoline. �No way,� he said. So I offered to pay for the date,
his gasoline, plus $100.00. But he still wouldn�t take my offer. As he said
to me, just before he hung up: �You protected her. Now you can keep her!�
Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
NAKED girls and more at:
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Issue No. 125
Note by Andrew Roller: I am going back to my original zine title,
which was called Naughty Naked Dreamgirls. This is because the
Communications Decency Act appears to be permanently dead. Hence,
there is no further need to �fuck� it.
However, the story in Naughty Naked Dreamgirls, �Love Child�, long
since ended in Fuck Decency. So I am continuing the present story from
Fuck Decency in this new incarnation of Naughty Naked Dreamgirls. It is
called �Passion�s Playpen�.
Chronology:
NND 124. Story: Love Child
FUCK DECENCY 1. Story: Love Child
FUCK DECENCY 427. Story: Passion�s Playpen
NND 125. Story: Passion�s Playpen
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion�s Playpen
Chapter Twelve
�You did very well,� Althea said. �Don�t worry. I�ll train you and
protect you as best I can. And,� she added, lifting an erect finger. �When
we have a private moment together I�ll give you what you crave. I can�t
offer you a penis, of course, but Susie tells me I�m pretty handy with my
finger. I�ll shove it up you and do my best to pleasure you.�
�You mean--?� Kate gasped.
�You�ll get no pleasure from the Sultan,� Althea said. �Just torment.
But I�ll bring you off when he�s not around. Unless you�ve been chosen to
be a mother, you�ll find cocks are few and far between at the castle. He
doesn�t just castrate his eunuchs. He removes their dicks.�
�You mean--?!� Kate gasped anew. Her mind flew to the two
dismissed guards.
�Useless as girls,� Althea replied.
�I can�t believe it!� Kate shouted. Then she clapped a hand to her
mouth lest the Sultan overhear.
�What�s with this whispering? Are you done, Kate? Then down on
your knees! I�ll cut your nipples off if I find you planning any
disobedience!� The voice was that of Mistress but the Sultan, hearing her,
turned his attention from the poop the girls had made to their faces.
Behind him one of the newly arrived women was complaining again about
how young the girls were.
�They are fine young things, and both nineteen!� the Sultan declared
to the woman.
�And too young to drink, yet look what you have them doing!� the
woman retorted.
�Ever since the Americans came to �liberate� Kuwait you women have
got bad new ideas in your heads,� the Sultan growled. �Next thing you
know you�ll be driving automobiles.�
�Within the walls a woman may speak freely,� the woman answered.
�Not if they�re MY walls!� the Sultan screamed. �Begone, woman! I�d
have more peace with Hillary than with you. She at least doesn�t let her
feminist theories intrude on her husband�s pleasures.�
�My apologies, Sultan,� one of the finely dressed men in tuxedoes
said. He bowed slightly to show deference.
�You need better advice on picking a wife,� the Sultan told him.
�I shall remove her impure mind from your presence,� the man said.
�Have her read the Koran. She must learn to keep her nose out of a
man�s affairs,� the Sultan replied.
As one wife was taken from the room the other, perhaps more
obedient to Allah, stepped forward and bent down and sniffed at the turds
the girls had made.
�I always wanted to smell English turds,� she mused. �They smell
just like an Arabians�.�
�Lovely training session you�ve got going here,� the remaining guest,
whose name was Faisal, said to the Sultan.
�They cost me a pretty penny,� the Sultan answered. �But as long as
Allah provides, I shall spend his wealth wisely, importing white girls and
teaching them Arab ways.�
�Indeed. With enough oil, we could bring all of them to heel,� Faisal
agreed.
�But only if we are united,� the Sultan answered. �We must unite
under one flag! All the Arabs!�
�But whose?� Faisal asked.
�Well, mine�s handy,� the Sultan grinned. He unzipped himself again
and produced a small but sturdy erection.
�Oh, Sultan! Are you ready to go again! So soon?� Althea gushed.
Kate could not tell whether her interest was real or feigned.
�I am always ready to celebrate your beauty, my lovely captive,� the
Sultan said to Althea. She rushed over to him and knelt before him and
began sucking upon him with her mouth.
�She craves to put it in her cunt, but I won�t allow it. They stay
friskier that way,� the Sultan smiled at Faisal. Then the Sultan grimaced
as he felt his seed rise. Simultaneously, Faisal was approached by Susie.
She walked politely up to him and placed her hand on his trousers.
Delicately she undid his zipper. Then, finding no protest from him, or his
wife, she knelt and liberated his cock and began sucking it. The man�s
wife clapped her hand to the back of Susie�s head and forced her to take
more of him than she�d intended.
holy joe�s
MERETRICIOUS MAILBOX
In the past, I�ve reviewed things that I�ve bought, but haven�t
watched in their entirety. Today I�m going to hit a new low. I�m going to
review things I�ve never bought, and never even seen!
Yes, you can tell my aluminum can collecting is in the dumps when I
can�t afford to buy any porn. Thank God for free catalogs. Otherwise I�d
have nothing to jack off to!
A Lesson in Violence, $39.95. VHS, Color. Centurian, Vista Station, P.O.
Box 51510, Sparks, Nevada 89435-1510. U.S.A. Voice phone: 1-775-322-
5119.
Review: This is the sequel to a tape I have seen. It was titled �No
Pain, No Gain.� That was a great tape, and I assume this one is too. It
stars one or both of the same girls from the previous tape, plus a new girl.
They all look quite pretty, and slim, in the photos I have here in my free
Centurians catalog.
Allow me to describe the photos in this catalog, from A Lesson in
Violence:
Slender Cindy stares at the viewer, from the front of the VHS box.
She�s naked, except for a pair of panties around her waist. Her panties are
small. They�re so small, in fact, that they have a simple string for a
waistband.
Cindy�s breasts are perfect. They�re small, like her panties, but
perfectly shaped. However, despite how pretty they look, there�s a slight
problem: someone has put clamps on her nipples! They are black, evil-
looking clamps, biting into her tender teats as Cindy contemplates her
plight.
Two photos from the film are included in the Centurians catalog. In
the first photo, Cindy is sitting in a steam-filled room. She�s lost her
panties. She�s lost the nipple clamps too. Unfortunately, things still
aren�t going well for Cindy. A blonde, grinning mischievously, is dripping
hot wax on Cindy�s breasts!
In the second photo, Cindy is kneeling on a couch. The blonde is
kneeling beside her. Both girls are totally naked, but how beautiful their
hair looks! Cindy�s hair is long and brown. It tumbles all the way down
her back. Unfortunately for Cindy, her hair stops right at her waist. As a
result the viewer is treated to a glorious view of her round, flawless
white ass.
The blonde�s hair is not as long as Cindy�s. The viewer sees not only
her nude behind, but her lovely back. However, despite the beauty of both
girls, they are probably not happy. For standing right behind them, naked
like themselves, is a slender Asian girl. She has a paddle in her hand. It
is a very large paddle. It has holes cut into it, to make it swing more
quickly through the air. I am afraid that both Cindy and the blonde may
have ended this video with bottoms that were useless for sitting on.
Pain Masters 1, $9.00. A book. Centurian, Vista Station, P.O. Box 51510,
Sparks, Nevada 89435-1510. U.S.A. Voice phone: 1-775-322-5119.
Review: I have no idea about the quality of this item. The girls in it
look cute. The positions they are forced to take, by dominant men, look
inventive. My favorite photo in the Centurians catalog is of an Asian girl.
She has nice long hair. She�s naked. She�s kneeling on a bed. Her ass is
perfect. However, there is some yuppie guy, in pajamas, kneeling beside
her. He is holding a black paddle, and it looks as if it�s about to connect
with her pretty white behind!
In another photo, a blonde is straddling a bench. It�s a black, padded,
leather bench. Her position leaves her in a most unfortunate position,
with her cunt and ass totally at the mercy of the man standing behind her.
As if that isn�t bad enough, the blonde is gagged. Also, her hands are
drawn out in front of her, and bound to the far end of the bench.
In yet another photo, I can�t tell what race the girl is. You see, all I
can see is her ass, and her legs. The rest of her is thrust face-down over
a trestle. A man stands behind her, shoving something up the crack of her
ass. (Which is bare, in case you were wondering!)
Erotic Aquatics 2, $19.95. Spice Catalog, P.O. Box 4349, Itasca, Illinois
60143-4349. U.S.A. Voice phone: 1-800-843-1499. Web:
http://www.cyberspice.com
Review: The original Erotic Aquatics was strange. Special effects
were laid over the tape, so that the finished product looked like something
shot through a (poor) haze of LSD. Nonetheless, the girls were so cute and
carefree that the tape became a hit. I myself masturbated many times
over a segment of girls in a pool. The girls begin by fighting over a hose,
on a lawn. The hose, of course, is on, which means that the entire time
they�re fighting over it, it�s squirting them.
Then the girls push each other into a pool. However they�re still
wearing their clothes. So next the viewer is treated to film of the girls
ripping off each other�s t-shirts and shorts.
Reduced to panties, the girls play in the pool. Finally they begin
pulling each other�s panties off. At last, there is only one girl left with
panties on. As panties float aimlessly in the pool, the naked swimmers
converge on the lone girl who�s still wearing panties. In a shot filmed
underwater, the girls can be seen all struggling with each other for the
privilege of removing the last girl�s panties. Finally one girl wins, and
she springs up from the depths of the pool, and triumphantly waves the
girl�s panties around in the air.
My hope is that Erotic Aquatics 2 is as good as Erotic Aquatics was.
The girls on the cover of the box have long hair, and model-perfect bodies.
Hopefully the director of Erotic Aquatics 2 left out the special effects
this time.
(Continued in NND 126)
AND IN THE END...
�Every generation has its freedom challenged somehow, has to
rise to the defense, and by the press of each country you can probably
pretty well judge the quality of the freedom.�
- Max Frankel, Former Executive Editor of The New York Times.
(The Newshour with Jim Lehrer, May 21, 1999.)
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