Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 168
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Puppy Love
Chapter One
�Oh no, please don�t,� I begged. The woman pressed upon my back,
making my bottom bulb more, offering it to the dog. Happily he sniffed at
my cunt, able to enjoy it directly now, in its most advantageous position.
The woman placed her palms on the insides of my thighs, pushing the dog
aside a moment, and prepared me for him, opening my legs nice and wide.
�We would never fuck you, darling, but you are good enough for our
dog,� she teased. I was humiliated beyond my wildest imaginings. I
shuddered, I begged for them not to do it. I gazed into the eyes of the
guests, so recently my equals, or so it seemed, and they stared back,
uncaring. Uncaring but deeply, profoundly amused.
Popeye got up on his hind legs. Several women giggled. He presented
himself.
�No, GOD!� I begged. I felt his awful thing nudge my cunt. And then
it pushed within. �Aaaack!� I cried. I wanted to leap up, but a woman had
gripped me by the back of my neck, and held my face pressed down. Behind
me I heard Albert�s woman swishing her crop menacingly. I knew the
punishment would be severe, worse than I�d ever had, if I denied her doggie
his after-bath treat. Trembling uncontrollably, I felt him thrust inside.
He had a small thing, it didn�t go very deep. He pressed close, mounting me
proudly. I felt his paws pressing down on my rump. Vigorously he began
spearing me.
�No! No! No! Oooooh, God!� I cried suddenly, and popped my thumb in
my mouth. I tasted his cum. It revolted me, but I was more terrified my
his thing in my cunt. In a few moments I felt him spurting. And then,
after a few more strokes, he got down again.
I leapt up. I dropped to the grass and went running into the house. I
ran to where I thought the kitchen might be, found it, and furiously I
rinsed out my mouth. Albert�s woman found me there.
�Come upstairs, I will bathe you,� she said to me. She spoke
nonchalantly. She still held her crop. I rose from the sink and followed
her, feeling utterly, totally abject and despondent.
***
My bath was long and loving. Albert�s woman, telling me I�d done
very well in the yard, introduced herself as Elspeth. A strange, uncommon
name, I felt, for a strange, uncommon woman. The suds of the bath got on
her. She knelt outside the tub, insisted on washing me with her own
hands. With no washcloth. Just her fingers, long, expert, playing over my
tummy, my breasts, delighting in the stiffness of my nipples. She douched
me too, an intimate experience. I felt tender, vulnerable. She kissed me
when she was done.
Elspeth got me out of the bath and dried me with a rough towel. She
brushed my hair. Then, walking me to the medicine cabinet, she opened it.
I saw a dog�s collar lying there. It was black with little silver studs. She
made me stand still while she buckled it around my neck.
�Come, time for bed,� she said. She took me into the next room.
Someone had undone the bed while we were in the bathroom. The sheets
looked cool, inviting. She picked up the bed�s pillow and fluffed it. She
told me to put my heels back on. They were standing by the bedside, new
and fresh, cleaned up after my adventure in the yard. Someone had taken
care of them for me. I put them on, sat on the edge of the bed and buckled
myself into them.
�You have another canine friend who�d like to meet you,� Elspeth
said to me. I started, looked up. A big dog came bounding into the room.
My legs were spread slightly and he sniffed at them. I patted his head, not
knowing what else to do. Elspeth hovered over me. She had her crop again.
She held it twixt her fingers like some valuable, which no doubt it was,
for otherwise I would have fled from the room at once.
�Please get in bed,� Elspeth told me. �And don�t deny yourself to
Rover, here. You two will be spending the night together.� I looked up at
her. There was no possibility of a change of heart, I could see. Two
guests entered the room, both male, big strapping fellows. I looked at
them. They saw my resistance.
�Get in,� one of the men ordered me. I stood. I turned and crawled
into bed. Rover jumped up on the bed beside me. I put my arms around him
to try to settle him. I lay back. Licking my face, he got himself on top of
me. I kept my thighs pressed tightly together, lest he should get any
ideas.
�What do you think, gentlemen? Is she a fair mount for him?�
Elspeth asked the two men.
�Good enough,� one of them answered, infuriating me. Rover lapped
my nose, oblivious to their presence.
�Let�s let them enjoy each other�s company awhile,� Elspeth said.
�Take out your cocks, men, and I�ll rub them a little for you.� I glanced
over at her. Rover licked my nose, tried to get his belly as firmly against
mine as he could. I felt a pressure upon my pubis, a probing. �When you�re
ready, darling,� Elspeth said to me. �I enjoy playing with a dog all night
before I let him mount me, but you may be more eager. Get up on your
hands and knees when you feel the moment has arrived. I like seeing a girl
getting it from behind.�
I returned my gaze to Rover. He licked me ardently. His tongue
tickled my nose. I giggled, despite myself. The men got out their cocks. I
looked, cursing myself. They were big. Elspeth seated herself on a chair
between them and, with them standing on either side of her, she began
frigging them.
After a bit the men were groaning. Drinks were brought by a maid
and Elspeth ceased her ministrations so that the men could enjoy a
breather. I was allowed to get up too, and I sat on the edge of the bed,
sipping Sherry. The men drank standing up.
�Is it not wonderful?� Elspeth asked me, honestly, as Rover helped
himself to a tongue-lapping drink from my glass.
�Rover!� I shouted. I whacked his nose with my hand.
�Don�t be mean to him, darling, or I�ll flay that lovely hiney of
yours,� Elspeth warned me.
�You don�t really expect me to let a big dog like this fuck me?� I
asked.
�Either that or the crop,� she answered.
�How many strokes?� I asked. Absently I raised my glass to my lips
and sipped, then spit it back out, realizing I�d drunk from the same glass
as a dog.
�I must be in a forgiving mood,� Elspeth said, considering. �Thirty
strokes, all well-delivered, no easy ones. What do you say?� I sat
balancing my glass, wondering if I might steal away for a bath before she
got underway.
�Anything would be better than getting fucked by this dog,� I
answered at last. It seemed strange, bartering for my bottom. Did I wish
a dog�s cock up it, or a crop across it? Neither seemed very pleasant to
me.�
�You�re being paid, darling,� Elspeth said to me. �I intend to amuse
myself with you, and that�s all there is to it. You didn�t come here for a
slumber party, you know.�
�Alright,� I said at last, feeling a strange, grown-up feeling. �But
not TOO hard.�
�Just for that I�ll give the last three extra hard,� she replied. I
stood. I set my glass in the bed, precariously, the covers holding it in an
impromptu arrangement of curves and bulges. Rover and I had quite
distinctly messed the bed up, with his antics and my resistance.
�May I take a bath first?� I asked. �He�s been licking me all over.� I
felt his tongue lave up the crack of my hiney and batted it away.
�You may do whatever you like first,� she answered. �But you won�t
get paid any more for staying longer, however long you dawdle about.�
�A quick one, then,� I answered. I hurried into the bathroom, got the
water on, stepped in. I felt free in the shower. I let the steam engulf me,
felt the water cleanse me all over, thankfully. Espeth�s two gentlemen
friends stepped into the bathroom to monitor me.
�Don�t play with yourself,� one warned me. He drew back the shower
curtain to make sure I complied. They watched me soap myself. I liked
being watched. They could not fuck me. They were achingly, drippingly
hard. But they could only look at me. And they could not play with
themselves, either. Their cocks were reserved for Elspeth�s fingers. They
were, in their own way, as much her slaves as I was. I wondered if they
might liberate me, kidnap me and steal away with me. But they did not.
They seemed to enjoy their slavery. I was probably just one of many young
girls they got to enjoy in their slavery to Elspeth. They obeyed her in
every respect, and she fed them cunts in return. Young cunts, like mine.
When I was done they dried me. Then they took me back out to the
bedroom. The dog was gone. The sheets had been changed. Elspeth,
wearing a long, flowing black gown, with a high collar, waited by the bed.
She lifted her hand, took mine, helped me into it.
�On your knees, dear,� Elspeth told me. �This bed isn�t for sleeping
in, not tonight, not for you. It is merely a platform, hopefully a
comfortable one. I see no need to discomfit you, save where it is intended.
You may rest your pretty head on this pillow. Your knees may push into the
softness of the mattress. Only your bottom is to suffer.�
�But why, oh why?� I asked.
�Because I want to see such young, beautiful flesh respond totally to
me,� she replied. �It is a matter of domination, of control. You will weep,
you will cry, you will beg. But there will be no diminishment of your
punishment. When I am done the men will fuck you. One in your cunt, and
one up your ass. Then you will be dismissed from the premises.�
�Oh, no,� I sobbed. �Please.� Even as I spoke, I was already on my
knees, that was how much persuasive power she had over me, standing
there with her crop in her hand, gazing at me with fiery eyes. The men got
hold of my wrists and bound them into restraints at the headboard of the
bed.
�Open the window,� Elspeth ordered. �I want the neighbors to hear
her screams. And all my guests, they will enjoy them, as they while the
night away, playing bedroom games of their own. Women will shiver in the
arms of their men, hearing little Barbi�s shouts and pleadings. No one will
come. I am well-connected.�
One of the men sauntered over to the window and thrust up the sash.
The evening air blew in, cool and fresh. I felt its chilliness upon my bare
tushy.
�Are you ready?� Elspeth asked me.
�Oh, this is so humiliating!� I cried.
COMIC REVIEWS
by holy joe
Penthouse Comix, January 1997, $4.95.
Review: I would have reviewed this issue sooner, but I�ve been so
busy masturbating over it that I haven�t had time to review it.
Dan Barry weighs in with the latest episode of �Slim and Nun.� This
episode features a very pleasant scenario in which nude women ride
around on horses that have dildoes implanted in their saddles. If you�re a
Clint Eastwood fan, you�ll be delighted to see that �Slim� is basically a
(royalty-free) Eastwood lookalike. And the character �Mac McLain� is a
John Wayne lookalike. Who the female stars are modelled after I have no
idea. As is common in American films, the male stars �wear� much better
over time than the female stars (with the notable exception of Faye
Dunaway). The females in �Slim and Nun� may be presumed to be starlets,
like �Nova� in �Planet of the Apes;� gorgeous creatures who are
�introduced� in the film, and take your breath away in every scene, but then
are never heard from again.
The true gem this issue is, as usual, the latest episode of �Hidden
Camera� by Milo Manara. This is his greatest episode yet. A schoolgirl-
type wife is taken by her husband to visit his mother. Mom gets out a
riding crop and spanks the wife�s bottom as she kisses her husband.
Recently I saw Gloria Steinem on T.V. She was once a Playboy bunny.
After enjoying that life for a time, she went on to become a feminist.
(The �Bad Girl, Good Woman� syndrome). Ms. Steinem is one of those few
feminists who is actually beautiful. I�m sure she�ll be pleased to know
that I was drooling over her, even at her advanced age, as she spoke on T.V.
regarding �violence against women.�
Now I�m sure Ms. Steinem, who of late is complaining about Larry
Flint, would jump up and point at �Hidden Camera� as a perfect example of
�violence against women.� Having masturbated a dozen times over �Hidden
Camera,� let me assure Ms. Steinem that I am not jacking off over
�violence.�
Let us examine this episode of �Hidden Camera� in detail. First, we
see the YOUNG female (which is what men prefer -- a young,
reproductively healthy female) all prim and proper, with her hair neatly
(and beautifully) done up, wearing a schoolgirl�s skirt and blouse. Now, as
any anthropologist can tell you, the goal of the male is to get hold of this
female and take her from the state of �unapproachability,� to the state of
being a mother who has carried and borne his children. So in this comic
we see this age-old parable played out in miniature. We see the female in
her primly dressed, unapproachable state. Then we see her begin to
succumb to the wiles of her husband. Then we see her skirt pulled up in
back, revealing her white panties.
Next we see her whipped. She is taken from a demure, coy state to a
state where she is expressing emotion! Eventually her panties are yanked
down and she is whipped on her bare bottom. By the end of the episode she
is actually crouched in the traditional position for giving birth to a child.
Modernly a woman lies down and is given all kinds of sedatives. But,
traditionally, the most excellent way for a woman to give birth to a child
is simply to squat. In this way gravity assists the woman, and the child
basically drops out of her. (Babies, by the way, are quite bouncy, and can
stand being dropped.) (Not that I recommend it, of course, but Nature does
provide for those unfortunate contingencies where the baby is
accidentally dropped. A baby�s skull is not fused together, like an adult�s
and hence doesn�t break like an adult�s would if the adult were dropped.)
So in this story, the young, beautiful female goes from the
�unfucked,� almost �unapproachable� state, to being in a highly expressive
state where she is squatting in a bare-bottomed pose, the exact pose for
giving birth. This is the whole point of the story. It has absolutely
nothing to do with �violence against women.� The riding crop is merely a
useful implement for carrying the female �across the threshold,� from an
�unfucked� state to a �fucked� state.
Too often we forget what a female is. A female is not created to be
an astronaut, a lawyer, or a district attorney. I�m not saying she can�t be
these things. (She can, provided technology has advanced to the level
where she can be provided with birth control and baby formula.) But the
female AS female is the creature who is first a) coveted by the male.
Now what is �coveted by the male�? She must be young. If she�s
older than, say, 35, she probably can�t have kids. And remember for a long
time humans died at age 20, in which case our racial memory as males
covets females significantly younger than 35. Also, she must have a flat
tummy. If she doesn�t, traditionally, it is because she�s carrying another
man�s child. And she must have breasts, the bigger the better, so the
child, once borne, can be properly nourished with milk.
So the female that males desire is young and slim, with large
breasts. She MUST be in the �prim, well-dressed, unapproachable� state
for the male to covet her. This is the signal that she is AVAILABLE for
being impregnated by him and thence carrying his child.
Now that she is a) coveted, the female must be impregnated! This
involves getting her skirt up, her panties down, and taking her from a coy,
demure state into a state that is highly emotional!
Finally, she must BEAR the young. She must, traditionally, crouch
with her bottom bare and have the young drop out of her.
So we see that males masturbating over �Hidden Camera� by Milo
Manara are not in any way celebrating �violence against women.� They are
celebrating, vicariously, their role AS male. (As, in essence, perpetrator
of the female�s pregnancy.) But more importantly, they are glorying in the
female, in her availability for impregnation, in her impregnation, and
finally in her giving birth.
Hopefully the idea of �violence against women� in male
entertainment has now been settled once and for all. I don�t know what
Ms. Steinem will do with the rest of her life (complaining is so much fun),
but hopefully she will think of something. TRY to think of something for
once, Miss Ex-Playboy Bunny, that DOESN�T involve men. (But I bet you
can�t. You�re hooked on us, aren�t you?)
In any event much of the male entertainment that has been described
by the feminists as a male celebration of �violence against women� can
now be reclassified. It is a celebration OF women. Of women and,
necessarily, of girls, since (as aforesaid) the traditional male lust object
MUST be young. (It�s exactly opposite for females -- they prefer powerful
older men, because those sorts of men are seen as best able to protect the
female and her young).
I also very much enjoyed the December 1996 issue of Penthouse
Comix. Only one page in the whole comic was good, but it was well worth
the $4.95 price. The page is, of course, by Milo Manara. We see his young,
schoolgirl-type character naked, holding up her hair with her hands as a
woman paints her body with a soft sponge. Unfortunately she doesn�t get
whacked on the hiney so I didn�t like that issue as much as the January
1997 one.
AND IN THE END...
WHY THE NET MATTERS
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- The Economist, December 7, 1996, pg. 31.
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