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NOTE to the Christians: Is this my new �hideout?� Gosh. Why
aren�t I hiding?
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 277
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter Four
I picked up the brands. Cool handles of cork, swathed in velvet, kept
me from being hurt in picking them up. I walked carefully to Sylvia. I held
the brands far out from my body so my wriggling tits wouldn�t bump their
devilish spheres, or my tummy, or any other part of me. Louis appeared in
the doorway. He brushed past Andre and Polly.
�Louis, come and sit,� Rose beckoned to him. He went to her and
stood beside her solitary chair. Gently, quickly, she unzipped him. He
drew in his breath as he felt her draw out his cock. My brand was just a
few feet away.
�Yes, Louis, how vulnerable you feel, hmmm? What if you�ve
mistreated Fleury, and she suddenly decides to get revenge on you?� Rose
put two fingers beneath Louis�s cock, slender fingers, his cock big and
meaty, and lifted him up for me to examine if I wished, as I held the
deadly brand.
�Don�t squeeze your cheeks,� I said to Sylvia. I touched the inside of
her furrow. She flinched. �It�s just my finger,� I told her. She said
something, I couldn�t understand it. I brought the brand close to her ass
crack. I let her feel the heat of it.
�Don�t allow it to cool. Press it right in. Now!� Rose ordered me. I
bit my lip. I pressed into the flesh of Sylvia�s bottom with all my might,
using not my finger but the brand itself. She howled. I think I lost some
of my hearing, she screamed so loud. As she screamed I realized I�d
forgotten the other brand. She would have to suffer twice. �Hold, hold,
hold, ten seconds must pass,� Rose said, counting to herself. I closed my
eyes and kept the brand pressed hard against her bottomflesh. I could
smell the skin as it sizzled, like meat over a roasting pit. Sylvia tossed
her head frantically. Her long hair was still streaming, threshing, when I
reopened my eyes. Rose told me that the time was up. I lifted away the
brand. Deep in the cleft of her wide-apart bottom, right next to her anus,
there was an angry red V. Her brand. I stood up and rushed to the
fireplace. I did not want to make her wait.
Fetching the other brand, I returned to her. She was sobbing in a
loud outburst of tears. Her bare legs, pinioned to the platform, shivered,
her bare hips strove to break free somehow of the tummy rope. I got down
behind her, put my fingers within her frantic buttcrack, and stabbed the
second brand home. Rose counted off the time. When she hit 10 I lifted up
the brand. I felt vastly relieved that the whole procedure was over. I was
wet with my own sweat. Trembling, I stood up and returned the awful
brand to the fire.
Louis was guided to Sylvia by Rose. She had been frigging him, and
he was deathly excited by seeing Sylvia branded. It was a simple matter
to bring him off. Gladly he loosed his soothing sperm into the crack of
Sylvia�s bottom. He did not fuck her. He merely stood over her and
showered down his love juice. I don�t know whether she appreciated it or
not. She was in too much agony to care much either way, I think. I ran to
her and knelt in front of her and patted her hair and kissed her face. We
all consoled her then, Polly and Rose and myself, and Louis, and even Andre
who, with a little help from Polly, found himself emptying his balls into
Sylvia�s bottom crack. Maria brought a bowl of cool water and we bathed
her face with soft clothes and then, kissing her bottom, tasting the sperm
of our boyfriends, we poured the cool water over her bottom. When we
untied her she rose shakily to her feet, lifted by Andre and Louis, and she
thanked us. Amidst her free-flowing tears she thanked us. We took her to
her room and bedded her down. For the next three days we took special
care of her. My role became that she�d assumed toward me. I joined
Joanne in bathing and feeding her and seeing to her potty. Louis and Andre
fucked her every day, to keep her happy. They fucked her in her cunt. They
were forbidden to touch her bottom.
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Chapter Five
There was to be an orgy. (There�s simply no politer way to put it.)
Rose sat me down beforehand and pressed a riding crop into my hand. It
was stout, not too long, or too short, with a loop of leather at the
business end of it.
�Use this to see that everyone keeps fucking,� Rose told me. Her
eyes were sincere. �No slackers.� I turned the crop in my hands. It felt
light, yet it would surely hurt if I whacked it against someone�s bare
hiney.
�No slackers,� I said aloud.
�Not even the females,� Rose told me. �Everyone is to keep working
at it, right through. If not with one person, then with another. If the
males lose their hardness, there is nothing to prevent them from pleasing
females with their mouths, their fingers, their hands. Of course they will
all be young males so they should be up again in no time, but don�t let them
rest. Keep them busy.�
I swung the crop through the air. It made a whistling sound. �And
the girls?� I asked.
�That is the biggest myth of all, that girls are dainty,� Rose laughed.
�Keep them at it too. Girls can spend and spend, and we�ll have plenty of
lubricant if their moist little pussies clam up. Make sure they are kept
just as busy as the men. If they don�t like one boy, they can certainly have
another. There�ll be no shortage of young cocks for them to milk.�
I looked at her. Lightly I touched the crop to her bare shoulder. We
were in our bikinis. �And you?� I asked her.
�Don�t spare me either,� Rose said, and bowed her head a little
bashfully. I stuck the loop of the crop against her bosom. Lightly I tried
to pry her bra cup down to loose her breasts upon the quiet sedateness of
the parlor. The cup was lightly woven. I watched as her nipples sprouted
within them, pushing against the fabric and denting it.
�It will be fun dominating you,� I told her frankly. I touched the tip
of the crop to each of her risen nipples.
�Not too hard,� Rose breathed.
�No harder than you did me,� I answered, and intended to include in
my remark all those she�d let strike me at her castle. Rose brushed the
insides of her thighs with her fingers. I lowered the crop and pointedly
stuck it directly against her pussy.
�Don�t,� Rose sighed. Only her flimsy bikini panties kept me from
poking the crop into her.
�Those will come off soon,� I told her. She looked up at me. I had
pink ribbons in my hair. My makeup was exquisite. I�d spent all day
letting her beautician do my hair and my face for me. Now the beautician
had left. Rose and I looked like we were made-up for some fine formal
event, but we only wore our bikinis. Plus earrings, and spiked pumps.
Rose picked up one of the invitations and gave it to me. I looked at
it. Lace trimmed its edges. On its outside, written on satin, in cursive, as
if for a wedding invitation, was �You are Invited.� I opened it. The
interior was satin too. �To a Sex Party!� was inscribed inside. Had Chuck
Rob received invitations like this when he was governor of Virginia? Did
Bill and Hillary have such invitations secreted away in their �family�
album, the part Chelsea was never permitted to see? I wondered.
�Drinks and Food will be Provided, as well as all Necessaries,� the
invitation went on to say. �Attire is Casual, Preferably a Simple
Swimsuit. Expect to Stay the Night.�
I heard a car approaching within the castle�s sheltered entryway.
�That should be the the first of them,� Rose said to me.
I laid my invitation on the coffee table in front of the couch.
�Alright,� I said. I flicked my crop at her but didn�t hit her. �I expect you
to be on your best behavior,� I told her.
�I�ll try,� Rose answered. Then, rising slightly to peer through the
parlor�s windows, whose shades were uncharacteristically drawn back to
let in the sunlight, she added, �Let me handle the introductions.�
Kelly heard our guests arrive and ran to fetch Louis and Andre and
Cheyenne and Polly. Bambi was away, thankfully. She would have wound
up taking my place as mistress if she�d been here. I let out a little breath
of surprise as Louis walked into the room. Polly was between him and
Andre. She was happily leading them both. They wore small Speedo
swimsuits and Polly had on a tiny bikini. Like mine, her bikini contained
no elastic. It had to be tied on to stay on, and as a result she had twin
bows tied along her hips, to keep her nothing panties on, and another bow
at her back to keep her bra on. Her bra was so light that it didn�t hold her
at all, but merely covered her. As a result her boobies jiggled at her every
slightest movement. My bosoms were no better contained. Simply by
breathing I put on a show. My nipples had risen. I felt their points
pressing stiffly into my bra.
Louis and Andre walked with some embarrassment. The thought of
an orgy had sent their cocks into the stratosphere in terms of erection.
Their small swimsuits could barely contain them. I feared either of their
cocks might pop out into public view at any moment.
�Try to control yourselves, boys. We have company coming,� I said
to my Louis, and to Andre. I lifted the crop a little to hint that I might
whack them right across their members if they didn�t try to calm their
erections a little. They sat down with Polly between them on a couch.
Kelly appeared, her breasts prettily bare, wearing just an apron and black
thigh-high stockings. Plus pumps, of course, and earrings, and her little
white maid�s hat, that matched her apron. She offered them drinks from a
tray. Then she offered me a drink in turn, showing her bottom
unselfconsciously to Louis and Andre as she bent to serve me. I sat on a
couch near theirs, but angled so that she was showing them her bottom as
she showed me her breasts. Taking my drink slowly, I admired her young
bosoms as they swayed like ripe fruit hanging from a tree. Her nipples
were as hard as mine. I brushed my riding crop over their points. Kelly
shivered.
�You must serve us, but you must participate too,� I told her frankly.
She bit her lip. I think she was a little scared of the crop, or at least of
me wielding it.
�Yes ma�am,� Kelly answered me.
�Her bottom is too white,� Polly said aloud. I think she assumed she
might get to play with the crop too, since we were friends. Kelly�s bottom
was, of course, perfect. Her legs were tanned right up to where her
panties usually were. Then, since she in fact had no panties on now, in the
parlor, we could admire her bottom crack and her smooth cheeks.
�Polly, I�m in charge of the crop,� I told her, and dismissed Kelly,
who left the room, despite her misgivings, sashaying her bottom just as
lewdly as she could for Louis and Andre. Cheyenne entered. Like myself
and Polly and Rose, she wore only a teensy bikini. She walked to the couch
where Louis and Andre sat. She smoothed her palms under her
bottomcheeks, as if smoothing out her dress before she sat down, perhaps
thinking that she wore one, moving her hands by force of habit. Then,
realizing she had no dress, she blushed a little and sat down.
Selfconsciously she glanced at Louis, who sat beside her, and saw that his
groin was stuffed full with his excited erection. Her blush increased.
Then, summoning a little courage perhaps, knowing I held a crop, she
lightly plucked at the front of Louis�s nylon swimsuit with her fingers.
�You�ve got a wet spot on the front of your swimsuit,� Cheyenne told
Louis. None of us had gone swimming this morning. We were wet, if we
were wet, from our own juices alone.
�How�s your bottom?� I asked Cheyenne. She shifted her seat on the
couch, as if to check its condition.
�All better,� she answered me shyly. �And yours?� She remembered
how Bambi had strapped me after I�d finished with her.
�The same,� I answered.
INTERVIEW WITH A SPAMMER
by holy joe
I finally tracked down one of the people who�s spamming me. It
turns out it�s a young woman. She�s a student at Peoria University. (PU
for short.) I found her in the �Womyn Only� dormitory. I�ll omit her name.
Here�s my interview with her:
h.j. Hi. Are you the person who�s been spamming me?
PU: I am ONE of the people who�s been spamming you. There are 23 million
people on the Internet, and three of us don�t agree with your views.
Therefore, you must be eliminated.
hj: Why don�t you like my views?
PU: I need a beau. But if all the men are reading your sex stories, how can
I ever get a man interested in me?
hj (detecting an odor): Did you ever consider wiping your butt after you
take a shit?
PU: You men! That�s all you care about, isn�t it? Perfume, underarm
deodorant, vaginal deodorant. There�s more to a woman than how she
smells! Why can�t you accept me as I am?
hj: All 300 pounds of you?
PU: That�s another thing! Why should you care about my weight? It�s my
mind that�s important!
hj: I just didn�t want my bed to break when you hopped in it...
PU: Well, I�m not going to give you a piece of my ass! I�m going to give you
a piece of my mind! First of all, you men are evil!
hj: Why?
PU: Because you won�t go on a date with me!
hj: I don�t want to have to buy 300 extra air fresheners for my car.
PU: And if you did take me on a date, we�d probably go to some horror
movie, where you�d expect me to jump in your lap!
hj: Not exactly...
PU: Or you�d take me to some romance flick, and expect to kiss me after
it�s over!
hj: Sure, if Hell freezes over.
PU: And then you�d probably take me home to your dumpster and rape me!
hj: Um, yeah.
PU: And then I�d have to go to the rape crisis center, and I�d have to sue
you, and receive YEARS of counseling --
hj: That wouldn�t be a bad idea...
PU: And in addition to that I�d be a victim! For the rest of my life!
hj: Fine. I won�t take you on a date then.
PU: WHAT?! That�s what�s wrong with you men! You have no interest in a
strong, assertive woman like me!
hj: I value my life, that�s why. And my dick.
PU: Get out! How dare you imply that sex with me wouldn�t be as good as
sex with some dopey Playmate!
hj: Would it even be sex?
PU: OUT! OUT! OUT! And if I ever catch you on MY Internet again, I�ll
complain to your ISP!
hj: That would be a new tactic...
PU: You [irrelevant bullshit deleted] !!! I�m calling the campus police right
now! You�ve insulted me!
hj: I think �assaulted� would be the term you�re looking for, if I�m up to
speed on my feminist theory.
PU: Yes! You�ve assaulted me! You came up here, and knocked on my door,
and you came in when I invited you to come in, and you even LOOKED at me!
That�s �lookism,� and it�s a form of sexual harassment, which is
specifically prohibited by our code of conduct here at PU!
hj: Well, I�ll go look at some cheerleaders then.
PU: You men !!! That�s all you care about !!! Bimbos in skimpy cheerleader
outfits !!! Bimbos who like you and say nice things to you and smile at you
!!!
hj: I guess I�m just some evil man...
PU: That�s right !!! ALL men are evil !!! Go to Hell you awful piece of shit
!!!
hj: I think I�m already there. Goodbye.
Well, anyway, that was my interview with her. I guess we�ll just
have to put up with her, here on the Internet. After all, it�s not like she�s
going to be spending Friday nights out of her dorm room.
AND IN THE END...
�Most abortions could be prevented with better contraception.
The range of contraceptives available in America is much smaller than
in most of Western Europe; education is scanty; access is harder and
more expensive. Unsurprisingly, the rate of unintended pregnancies is
far lower in Europe. Many insurance companies and managed-care
organisations will pay for abortions, but few cover the cost of
contraceptives. When will some enterprising politician take up that
cause?�
- The Economist, May 24, 1997, pg. 27.
(Vote for holy joe! - h.j.)
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