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�But inside the printing office I find Aldus and his associates
talking of other things than the books in process of manufacture. They
are discussing the sudden change of attitude on the part of the wealthy
patrons of the arts who, after welcoming the invention of printing,
soon became alarmed by the enthusiasm of the people, and promptly
reversed their position. No wonder that Aldus should be concerned as
to the outcome! The patrons of the arts represented the culture and
wealth and political power of Italy, and they now discovered in the new
invention [of printing] an actual menace.�
- William Dana Orcutt, In Quest of the Perfect Book, pg. 11.
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Issue No. 355
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
SWWWICK! I yelped as her crop zinged into my flesh and made my
bottom contract. Wishing I were anyplace but here, I felt a burning rod,
like iron, impress itself into the tenderness of my skin. My bottom
lurched out as the crop fell away. I howled, biting my lip, or trying, the
gag blocking me. My heinie hung on the air, wriggling fiercely, my legs
forcibly spread. About the only thing I could move was my fanny, and I
made a great show of it, quite involuntarily, as I tried to throw off the
sting of the crop.
�Ah, yes, that�s it! Put all your energy into your fanny!� Katy
laughed. She stepped close and admired my wrigglings. �Imagine. You�d
never do this in public, would you, my dear, drop your panties and show off
your bottom so freely. Yet here you are, and I might invite in whomever I
wish, the neighbors perhaps, and let them see you making a spectacle of
your bottom!�
I felt tears fill my eyes. Was she right? Was this really me? I�d
always craved attention. I�d been teacher�s pet in school, always wanting
to be seen, and everyone always complimented me on how pretty I looked.
Yes! No! My mind fought with itself. And I knew the answer. I wanted to
show off my bottom like this, but I couldn�t bring myself to do it alone. I
had to be forced to do it. Sobs broke from me as I realized how naughty I
was.
�Mmmm, I�m afraid you�re showing off your bottom TOO much, my
dear!� Katy said. �Even I have some morals, you know. Look how you�re
flaunting that ass of yours!�
�Yes! She�s bad! She must be punished!� Jennifer, watching, said
gleefully.
�My dear, you�re supposed to be in charge of the Binaca,� Katy said to
Jennifer. �I want you to get some out of the nightstand and spray it on
Dick�s penis and Kelly�s nipples. Use the Peppermint. It�s the worst!�
�Okay!� Jennifer chortled. She ran to the nightstand as Katy, waiting
to see my reaction to having breath spray squirted over my nipples, ran
the loop of her crop between the cheeks of my ass.
�Yes, it will be most delicious putting you through your paces,� Katy
said to me. �My, how little your asshole appears. I can�t even push the
loop of my crop into it! We�ll have to jam something up your backside to
make you properly open for Sauron. And yes, he is coming my dear. He�s
going to fuck you hard after I�ve punished you to make sure you never
betray him again.�
I glanced frantically at Dick. Katy was jamming a crop against my
anus and Jennifer, my former friend and now very much my enemy, was
getting breath spray to torture my nipples with. Dick was a little
frightened, I thought. He didn�t like hearing that Sauron might visit us.
They were mortal enemies, one a Citadel man and the other a graduate of
Annapolis. Would Sauron revenge himself on Dick? After all, it would be
no difficult thing to put a knife between Dick�s legs and relieve him of his
testicles. Or his penis, for that matter. I hoped and prayed that Jennifer
and Katy loved Dick as much as they said they did, for otherwise he was
doomed.
�Time for another little bee on your bottom,� Katy told me. She
stepped back as Jennifer retreated behind the wall to torture my nipples.
I hung waiting. My cunny lay swollen between my legs. It was my undoing,
I knew, yearning for men and yearning to dance and to be pierced in the
dance.
SRRRRICKCK! Katy let fly her crop. It sizzled across my bottom,
making me lunge into the wall, slamming and crushing my big breasts
against the plyboard, then falling back, groping at the air with the burning
open-faced cheeks of my bottom.
�Yes, show me your ass!� Katy laughed as I wriggled it hotly on the
air. At the same time Jennifer, eager to enhance my suffering, squirted
Binaca on my nipples. A peppermint scent caught my nose as my teats felt
warm and then, moments later, began to burn as if they�d been lit by a
lighter.
�Nooooo!� I cried through my gag, muffled, brazenly offering my
bottom to the air, to Katy, who drew the crop over her hand, waiting,
watching, enviously admiring my slim well-formed figure.
�Now you must have at least one more before I start in on your
boyfriend,� Katy told me. �But I want this one to leave a nice weal. I
want you to be sitting on it when you leave here, remembering me for days
to come. Are you ready, my dear?�
I shook my head no. She laughed. �Of course. We girls are never
ready, are we? We tease boys and lure them but in the end they have to
take down are panties for us, with us protesting, no doubt, and break our
hymen for us. Because we�re girls, isn�t that right? We must be forced.
It�s why God gave men muscles. Tighten your cheeks if you wish, dear.
Brace yourself. Katy is going to give you a weal to remember her by!�
And then she did. The crop came in doubly-hard, she using all her
might as if she were employed by Singapore, and I felt a red-hot iron-like
sting as the thin crop slammed into my flesh. I flew forward, banging my
hips against the plyboard. I fell back, caught by my bonds that held my
wrists tight, falling back bottom first into the ever-cool air of the
dungeon.
Sobs rent my body, shaking my breasts like gourds on a tree, their
stems trapped in the wall. I felt my ribs heave. I shook my bottom like a
dog emerging from water, except I was emerging from fire.
Katy left me. She went to Dick. I was nothing now, just a crying,
sobbing wench, getting her just desserts for betraying her master. I
hoped, bad girl that I was, that someone still paid attention, that Sauron
was somewhere upstairs watching all this from a camera.
�Good afternoon, Dick! How is your dick? I see your bottom�s
awfully white!� Katy laughed. She reached between my boyfriend�s legs
and squeezed his balls hard to get his attention. �Ah yes! Now you
acknowledge me a little more clearly, dear Man!� Katy crowed. �Did you
ever consider shaving your balls? They�re awfully hairy, you know. You
men like seeing girls in porno mags with their pussies shaved. Well, what
about equal rights, hmmm? If we have to shave our cuntlips you men
should at least shave your balls, I say!� Katy gave him another good
squeeze, just to make sure he was listening. Men have big muscles and
think they can just do as they will. But a girl�s fist on a man�s balls wins
the day every time. �Don�t worry, Dick. There�s a straight razor down
here someplace. I�ll get a nice batch of cream whipped up and then we�ll
apply it to your balls and scrape it off. You�ll be fresh as a daisy when I�m
done!� She laughed, stepped back, and gave him a sharp crack on his ass
with her crop.
Dick grunted. He could barely move his ass, with his penis trapped in
the wall. Instead he tensed all his muscles, making them ripple, showing
his strength. He thrashed in his bonds as Katy, in awe of his grippingly-
taut bottom cheeks, gave them another swift smack. Dick yanked on his
bonds ferociously. I had no doubt why. That skinny crop hurt! Dick tried
to yank down the chains and he rammed his chest against the plyboard
wall, trying to break it. Katy struck again. Dick roared like a lion at the
pain. Yet the plyboard wall held firm, oblivious to his struggles. Sauron
had done a good job of building it.
CATALOG REVIEW
by holy joe
airshop, Spring 1998, free. Half-legal sized catalog. 36 slick, full-color
pages. Web: http://www.air-shop.com
Review: A few issues back, I declared publicly my belief that God is
an 8-year-old girl. I guess I must have been right, because wonderful
things have been happening to me ever since!
First, I was able to buy myself a new pair of underpants. Next, I
found out about David Hamilton. And now, this shows up in the mail.
What a find this catalog is! If you want to know what David
Hamilton�s girls look like with their clothes on, check this out! There are
a few cute girls in this catalog. There are also lots of �so-so� girls, and
some downright awful-looking ones. But at least there�s nobody here in
this catalog over 14 !
What�s really great about this catalog is the clothes. The design of
the clothes, and the catalog itself, seems to be a mix of 1960�s fashions
and cyberspace. I guess the new motto for America in the late 90�s is:
sex, drugs, rock n� roll, and the Net! (Plus oral sex.) I have no objection,
of course. I was really sick of straight-laced yuppie feminism. It got
downright awful as the former �flower children� of the 60�s, once
beautiful young girls, passed over that 50-years-old mark. THANK GOD
some fresh air is finally blowing through America.
Allow me to make a recommendation as to what sort of clothing
someone reading this catalog should buy. I�m no expert on girls or their
clothes, but I have read tons of porno magazines, so maybe that counts as
a qualification. I recommend the �Velour Hoodie,� on page 33. This great
garment lets you look safe and protected in a hood, pulled up over your
head, while at the same time showing off your belly-button! What a great
idea. Of course, equally attractive is the tight t-shirt being worn by a girl
on the same page. Guys have been known to lust over girls with high, firm,
growing tits, wearing t-shirts so small they look like they�re leftover
from elementary school. These same guys have told me that such a shirt
looks especially sexy if the sleeves on the shirt are too short.
If you�re a guy, you�ll enjoy reading this catalog, not just looking at
it. Salivate over this: �Sheer ivory mesh bikini panties� (pg. 27).
Despite all the good things that have happened to me, I know my life
is going to get even better. Do you want to know why? Because right here
on page 22 of this catalog, it says, �Every 4 seconds a girl speaks her
mind to an uninformed guy.�
Yes! Talk to me, girls! My ears are open! (and my zipper too.)
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Cheerleaders, $6.99. Magazine, many full-color pages. Cheerleaders, 462
Broadway, Suite 4000, New York, NY 10013. No web site listed.
Review: This magazine has surfaced under various names, �Babe�
being one of them. Now the publishers are trying again, with a much
catchier title and concept: �Cheerleaders.�
I was very impressed by this first issue. What a delight it is to see
a pictorial begin with a girl decked out in a cheerleader costume! I never
realized there was so much erotic potential in those costumes. How
lovely it is to see a girl all neatly attired in her cheerleading outfit.
Then, when you turn the page, your hands already trembling with lust, you
see her begin to undress! Cheerleaders, majorettes, all the girls you
lusted over in school but didn�t get to bed are finally stripped naked here!
Even better, there�s fun between cheerleaders in this issue! Lisa and
Michelle watch with regret as their team loses the big game. But they
don�t blame the players. They blame themselves. They go back to the
locker room and agree that if they�d done a better job cheering, their guys
wouldn�t have lost. There�s only one answer. They both need a spanking!
Michelle decides to go first. She bends over. She pulls up her skirt.
Then, using her hand, Lisa whacks her bottom!
These are spoilt girls, though, from an upper class neighborhood.
Lisa, a well-brought up girl, immediately regrets hurting her friend�s
bottom. She pulls open Michelle�s panties. She blows on her tender ass.
(No! I�m not making this up! It really happens!)
Lisa and Michelle decide that, even if it is their fault that their
team lost, a spanking�s just too severe a thing for them to endure.
Besides, the football team�s too busy moping to ask either of them out.
So, not wanting to do without, they decide to lick each other to orgasm.
Afterward, Lisa checks Michelle�s bottom to make sure it�s okay.
Ahhhhhhhh!
I hope Cheerleaders shows cute girls spanking each other in every
issue!
Cassandra, page 56, is a real treat! She looks like she just stepped
out of a book by David Hamilton except, being a little older, she gets to be
sexier. She�s wonderfully young. She has very long legs. She shows off
her pom-poms while at the same time making a bold display of her bush.
Her bosoms are small, but her nipples are temptingly stiff. And if you�d
like to know what her butthole looks like, you�re in luck! She opens her
small, tight bottomcheeks very wide. As the headline over her pictorial
says, �No man�s safe when I wear my cheerleading outfit!�
Indeed!
If you love short skirts, white panties, and naughty girls, this is a
great magazine! I would recommend the following to the publishers for
future issues:
1. A shower scene, with lots of �helpful� scrubbing, kisses, and soap
squirted where the sun doesn�t shine. Don�t let the girls get wet too
quickly. Draw it out. And keep the hair on their heads dry until the very
last photo.
2. A baby pool scene. When the shower breaks, it�s time to soap up
in an inflatable baby pool!
3. A champagne celebration, after a winning game.
4. A �spanking party.�
5. The girls brushing their teeth, and each other�s teeth.
6. A candy sale, to raise money for the football team. (Too bad the
girls eat all of it!) (Be sure to include long strands of licorice.)
(If any help is needed explaining these ideas, just send me a plane
ticket!)
DINNER PARTY
by Cuyler Brown
The light is sparse
that glows
from the severed heads
that hang
like chandeliers in the hall
way to the attic.
I manage to find the door
it fizzles
cotton candy in my mouth
and the stairs cringe
kissing my boots
one at a time
till I reach the darkness
and a rat grown fat on spiders
invites me to a table
to join in the feast
and stuff myself full of regret.
Everyone is there
and I am happy
one by one
they tell me why.
AND IN THE END...
�If, moreover, the people are enabled to read, criticism, the sole
property of the scholars, will come into their hands, and when they
once learn self-reliance from their new intellectual development they
are certain to attack dogma and political oppression, even at the risk of
martyrdom. The princes and patrons of Italy are intelligent enough to
know that their self-centered political power is doomed if the new art
of printing secures a firm foothold.�
- William Dana Orcutt, In Quest of the Perfect Book, pg. 13.
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-END OF 355 EMISSION
�What a relief to such a man as Aldus when it became fully
demonstrated that the desire on the part of the people to secure books
in order to learn was too great to be overcome by official mandate or
insidious propaganda!�
- William Dana Orcutt, In Quest of the Perfect Book, pg. 13.