Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 236
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter One
Rose led us back into the private parlor. I drew up Polly from her
posture of submission and she walked with me, holding my hand tightly,
knowing she would probably have to pay for her disobedience on the bed.
Rose sat back down in her chair, queenlike, and the men returned to their
own comforter-clad seats. Rose rang for the maid and had her bring out
two more comforters, one for her newly fucked ass and one for me. Polly
was made to sit down with her bottom right on the rug. I got to sit beside
her, on the rug, but with a comforter under me since I�d given up my anal
privacy to Andre.
Punch was brought, liquor-laced, to ease us and make us feel
comfortable. Mine tasted good. Polly liked hers. Rose smiled, sipped her
punch. The men expressed a need to pee again and Rose told them to finish
their punch, then pee in their empty glasses.
�Now Polly, you will have to relax those bottomcheeks and get over
your inhibitions,� Rose told the girl. Polly looked up at Rose, her eyes
wide above the rim of her glass of punch, sipping it down slowly, watching
as the floating orange peel in her cup drifted beneath her snub little nose.
�You see, when you�ve been caned, then you�ll be thinking so much about
how your bottom hurts that you won�t be able to resist a man up your hole.
It�s quite necessary, really. Men deserve to be able to fuck your bottom
and you may as well let me get you going here, at the castle. I realize
Louis might have been a little rough with you, but don�t let that scare you.
He was desperate, that�s all. I took care of him, as it turned out.� Rose
shifted uncomfortably on her comforter. She touched her bottom with her
fingers. �Really, Louis, that was awfully hard. I�m lucky I�m not
bleeding.�
�You�re lucky you�re not dead!� Louis chortled.
�You scare me sometimes, Louis,� Rose answered. The maid set
down a potty next to Polly for us to share. She got on it, perhaps hoping to
escape the whipping Rose was proposing to her.
�My cup is full,� Andre announced, looking down at his empty punch
glass. It held his pee now, right to the brim.
�Empty it for him, Matilda,� Rose told the maid. She took his glass,
brought another. I wondered at her silence. She was so big and fat and
old, so gnarly. Again I felt embarrassment at being nude in front of her,
but there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. As Polly peed into the
potty I looked around for something to wrap myself in, saw nothing.
Rose let a silence obtain. Her voice quieted, Polly�s pee filling the
potty was the only sound. Then Rose cleared her throat. She dipped her
finger into her drink, drew it out, watched it drip a moment back into the
punch, then licked it clean. �Men, I have another engagement,� she said
with a certain meekness. Yet there was a definiteness to her tone which
seemed unbreachable. The men said nothing. Their cocks had been
serviced, their faces seemed satisfied. It had been such an agony for
them, waiting to spend, that I think they might have shot more than they�d
hoped in coming, perhaps exhausting themselves. Still, their penises both
seemed to flinch and rise a little at her words, especially Louis�s. What
was he up to?
�Girls, say goodbye to your men. You�ll be staying with me awhile,�
Rose told me and Polly. Poor Polly, holding her drink delicately aloft as
she peed, almost spilled it on herself.
�But- but,� Polly blurted. And I knew what her objection was. In
addition to losing her boyfriend, she had yet to cum. Her coyness had
proven too coy. I saw her pat her tummy suddenly, then slide her hand
lower. Rose gave her a warning look. She had kept her long, swishy cane
with her and she sat with it across her knees. It kept the men in line as
well as me and Polly. Despite her sumptuous breasts, Rose was delicate
as a flower petal. She needed the cane, I knew. It was her only protection.
Night after night she must play this dangerous game, teasing powerful
men, yet always, somehow, maintaining control, often with just her well-
wielded cane coming between herself and them. How had she fared when
she was still inexpert with it? I guessed she�d had to learn fast, to keep
herself from being raped and killed by men in the throes of passion.
Louis stood. His frame rippled with his powerful muscles,
seemingly chiseled from stone, now all in subtle movement as he walked
first to Polly and, bending low, lifted her hand. He kissed it. She watched
him with big eyes, preschooler eyes, as she sat on the Potty, the last
wisps of her pee sprinkling into the toilet.
�Goodnight, little cunt,� Louis said sardonically to Polly. Then he
came to me. He thrust his rising cock at my lips, arching his hips into my
face. At the same time he reached down and patted my head, fondled my
hair. �Be good,� he told me. Reluctantly, not liking the blatantness of it, I
kissed his penis for him. He made me kiss him right on his pee hole. There
was no way to avoid it. Polly giggled.
Andre presented his loins to Polly and, at a cross word from Rose,
she was forced to kiss her boyfriend�s pee hole just as I had been. Then
both men left us. They exited through the little girl�s bedroom. The maid
followed them, to gather their clothes for them and help them dress.
�Oh, please don�t go,� Polly commanded in a whining voice from the
throne of her potty. Rose remained seated in her chair, waiting for the
men to pass out. The maid closed the door to the little girl�s room a
moment later, and I heard her lock the door.
The young maid entered the room. Curiously, she was naked, her hair
tousled, her cunny wet and showing signs of having been fucked. The night
was growing late. All who might were partaking now, I guessed, maids
and guests alike. The maid trembled with repressed lust. Had she been
interrupted in mid-fuck? Rose looked up at her, surprised. I guessed she
did not know the maid, perhaps with the connivance of the old one, had
been getting bonked downstairs.
The girl bent close to her mistress and whispered in her ear. �Oh
my,� Rose replied. Suddenly she seemed to forget entirely that our maid
was nude and wet. Something more pressing had been brought to her
attention. �Oh, well,� Rose looked at us. �It�s hardly what I�d hoped for,
but these two are the only two available,� she mused aloud to herself.
Polly stood up from the potty. Her luck seemed to be turning worse every
moment she sat there. �Girls,� Rose said abruptly. �Come downstairs
with me.� Rose stood up, a mood crossing her countenance that dictated
complete obedience.
�Oh, but what for?� Polly asked. She made to sit down on her potty
again. I could smell her pee in the bowl. I wished she would not add more
to it.
�Do not ask why,� Rose replied. �But to keep from splitting my cane
across your backside, I�ll tell you that you�ve won a little reprieve. We�re
going out, girls. And here I was just getting you all ready, Polly, for a
nice whipping. Well, you hardly drank any of your punch, anyway. Good.
You�ll need to be alert. Flurry, no more punch for you. Give me your glass.�
Reluctantly I got up from my comforter, straining to rise and unbend
myself. I�d been happy, sitting on the floor, sipping my liquored punch,
letting my well-reamed ass close in on itself again. Andre had been big,
and my bottom wished simply to sit and recover. But I was forced to turn
over my half-empty glass to Rose, who handed it to the maid. The young
female looked at it a moment, then gulped it down.
�Never mind,� Rose said to her, and stepped past the girl. Then she
turned, gazed at her again, and handed her the cane she carried. �Take this
and whip yourself with it,� she said. �You deserve it, for dereliction of
duties, but I haven�t the time to whip you for getting laid on the job. Make
sure you have some nice stripes on your ass when I come back or I�ll do it
myself.� Rose then beckoned Polly and I. Seeing a chance to depart from
the presence of the cane, Polly and I quickly followed. As we went down
the steps I turned once, saw the maid trying to whack her own hiney with
the cane. She looked silly, trying to stick her ass out, only to draw it in
when she banged the cane down upon herself. I turned and went
downstairs. A little howl trailed down the stairs after me. I guessed
she�d finally managed to mark herself, regretted it. Would she continue?
I did not know.
HOW TO SURVIVE LAW SCHOOL
A Realist�s Guide
(Part 2 of 2)
For each class in law school you will have two books. One is called a
�casebook.� It contains actual cases where two people fought over a
particular matter. Now this will not be an actual transcript of the case.
It will be a legally binding opinion on the case by an appellate level court.
What is an appellate level court? It�s this: at trial, one person loses. And
so he says, �That wasn�t fair. I�m going to appeal.� And so he does. And
the appellate level court writes an opinion. They may write: �That�s right.
It wasn�t fair. You should have won.� Or the appellate level court may
write: �You had a fair trial and you lost, fair and square. Goodbye.� Now,
they will, of course, say WHY the person lost. They will write about the
facts of the case, and why the person won, or lost, and whether *they*
think he should be declared the winner or the loser. And when they decide
that person�s fate, writing it out in their opinion, that�s his fate. Their
opinion is legally binding.
That�s the casebook. Many, many �cases,� which are legally binding
opinions written by appellate level courts. Next comes the �hornbook.�
This is written by a legal scholar. He tells you what the law is. If you�ve
read �Brown on Personal Property,� you�ll understand what a hornbook is
right away. Brown on Personal Property is a hornbook about personal
property. Brown tells you what the law of personal property involves.
How does he know this? By reading lots of cases. Having read lots of
cases, and the ideas of other legal scholars, he then wrote his own book.
So for each class in law school you will have a �casebook,� containing
actual legal opinions written by courts, and a �hornbook,� where a legal
scholar paints a picture of the law for you (in that subject). (i.e. Brown
*on* Personal Property.)
In addition to a casebook and a hornbook on each area of the law,
there are other texts, not assigned but relied on heavily by many students.
They are called �commercial outlines.� I myself have always found
�commercial outlines� to be a complete waste of time. They do not
properly expand upon and explain the law. Instead, a commercial outline
basically SHOUTS the law at you. It will say, in essence, �Remember, a
fee simple determinable uses words such as �SO LONG AS.�� Huh? If you
are an average idiot, this is useless. You need a hornbook which will
patiently explain the law to you. However, the hornbook is not �dumbed
down.� It�s written at a very high level of writing, from a legal
perspective. That�s why I recommend reading it 30 minutes a day, or
while you�re cleaning your house. When you finish the horn book, read it
again. When you finish reading it twice, buy another horn book on the
*same* area of law, but by a different author, and read his hornbook. And
read a casebook as well. Nothing will give you a better understanding of
the law than that.
Perhaps you are already in law school. This brings up another point.
There is a great deal to be gained from the �immersion� approach to law
school, provided you go to a quality law school for this experience. Let us
say that you enroll as a full time, day student at a quality law school. You
suddenly find yourself inundated by endless reading assignments, endless
classes, etc. You feel awful. Pretty soon, you realize that, no matter
what, you�re going to flunk out. This is perfectly fine. Don�t worry about
flunking out. Do as best as you can, while you�re enrolled. Absorb as much
as you can and don�t worry if you�re missing assignments or the teacher
hates you because you�ve been late to class a few times. Just get as much
as you can out of the experience. Then, flunk out.
Feeling sorry for yourself? Don�t. You�ve just had an excellent
introduction to the law. Now you are ready to actually proceed with the
rest of your legal education. At this point, gather your casebooks and
hornbooks and begin your OWN study of the law. Instead of trying to keep
up with some teacher who�s saying, �Read these 200 pages, skip these 150
pages, now read these 110 pages,� prepare and follow your OWN plan of
study. Basically, I recommend reading each book in turn, starting at the
beginning of the book and reading right through to the end. Now YOU are in
command of your legal study. There is no better position to be in. You
have had the �immersion� experience, which got you properly oriented to
the study of law (if you went to a quality school). Now you can actually
learn the law, at your own pace.
When you have mastered several casebooks and hornbooks, you must
re-enroll in a law school. You needn�t go back to the school you left.
However, you do actually need to get back into some school, somewhere,
and get a diploma from them. Then you can take the bar exam in your state
and become a practising attorney.
As you are studying law, try not to get mixed up in �gonzo� areas of
the law. Always keep in mind the major courses, that you will have to
master in order to pass the bar exam in your state. Always ask yourself,
�Is this on the bar exam?� Don�t worry too much about joining legal
fraternities, or social groups, or exploring in depth subjects of law that
won�t be on the bar exam. Always keep your mind focused on the MAJOR
areas of the law. You will hear the siren call of �social justice,� social
groups, etc., but don�t fool yourself that by studying, say, environmental
law, you�re going to make a lawyer of yourself. You need to know Real
Property, Contracts, Torts, and all those other subjects that students are
endlessly groaning about. The stuff students groan and complain about is
what you should focus your primary attention on. Not social clubs.
Talking about football with other law students over a beer in a bar, while
simultaneously enrolled in law school, will not make you a lawyer. What
it WILL do is deprive you of any knowledge of the law when you should be
undergoing the �immersion� experience, and getting as much out of it as
you can, even if you later flunk out.
Now let me outline, very quickly, the fundamental areas of the law
that you�ll need to master in order to become a knowledgeable lawyer.
1. Personal Property (It may be given short shrift, but it�s still
important for you to be familiar with it. Read Brown.)
2. Real Property (A good fundamental text is Powell on Real
Property.)
3. Contracts (Try to purchase a copy of the Uniform Commercial
Code. Read Articles 1 and 2 straight through several times. This will be
an excellent introduction for you.)
4. Torts (Read the book by Prosser).
5. Criminal Law (Read the book by Perkins).
6. Civil Procedure (Read �Federal Courts,� by Wright).
The subjects listed above are the basic beginning law school
courses. There are also several more: Agency, Legal Writing, and Legal
Research, but I haven�t any generally available books on those subjects
that I can recommend to you. Go to a legal bookstore, and look at what�s
available. Pick the one you find most readable.
In addition to the courses listed above, there are others: Criminal
Procedure, Evidence, Constitutional Law, Business Associations, Wills and
Trusts, Moot Court, and Remedies. If you know the material in all those
courses you are (armed with a diploma from a law school), ready to take
the bar exam in your state and become a practising attorney.
You will also have to take a �bullshit� course, first introduced to law
schools sometime in the 1980�s, on �Professional Responsibility� or
�Ethics.� Although this is, in my opinion, just some course the yuppies
introduced into legal study so they could feel holy and moral, and
�bullshit,� take it seriously. While �Ethics� was a �sleeper� course in the
1980�s, (one you could basically sleepwalk through), it is increasingly
stressed on the bar exam. Master the material in the course, and, if you
can, read Aristotle�s Ethics or Plato�s Republic or the Holy Bible on your
own, so you just aren�t learning contemporary �ethics� from a bunch of
self-righteous assholes who only discovered the subject when they got
tired of shooting drugs and burning their draft cards and attending rock
concerts in the nude. Take it seriously, but remember that, though some
of the information in it is no doubt useful, and should be followed, it�s
probably going to be presented by a self-righteous asshole who thinks the
Holy Trinity consists of God, Jesus, and Himself (ex adulterating, pot
smoking, draft dodger). Or, worse, you could get a 20-something jarhead
teaching the course (male or female). In that case, you are learning
�Ethics� from a member of the Holy Trinity. Just don�t ask her how much
alcohol she�s consumed in her lifetime (or pot).
Remember that there is �Ethics,� as taught by someone with an
inflated ego and a (well hidden) checkered past, and then there�s *real*
ethics. Real ethics is available in any survey course at any college, and
consists of such texts as Aristotle�s Nicomachean Ethics, Plato, Kant, etc.
Also, though it is quite a different book than is generally assumed by the
public, real ethics is also contained in the Holy Bible.
So there you have it, a guide to law school. To reiterate:
1. It doesn�t cost nearly as much money as most people assume.
2. It involves, fundamentally, spending many hours reading
casebooks and hornbooks, on your own, that you will initially find to be
very, very boring, and unintelligible. (Keep reading them, over and over.
They�ll make sense eventually.)
3. School is best encountered in one of two ways, for the average
idiot:
a. As an �immersion� experience, which you will flunk out of. (When
you flunk out is when your real, self-directed study of the law begins!)
b. As a �completion� experience, when you return to law school,
having mastered much of the law on your own, by reading and re-reading
hornbooks and casebooks.
4. Remember to keep your time devoted to the �fundamental� areas
of law, not fraternity activities or �gonzo� areas of the law that won�t be
on the bar exam. (Environmental law, Media law, Sports law, etc.)
5. Remember that your �ethics� course may be self-righteous
bullshit, but in the 1990�s it permeates the bar exam, so take it seriously.
I look forward to reading your Supreme Court opinions. Hopefully
you�ll present them in drag.
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