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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 399
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion�s Playpen
Chapter Six
With John and Melinda settled on either side of her within the warm
car, Kate was driven off. Melinda, who�d been so considerate of her
walking out of the house, now inquired between Kate�s legs with her
nearest hand. She tugged absently at Kate�s pubic hair and lightly stroked
Kate�s lovelips.
�Don�t close yourself,� Melinda told Kate when the girl tried to press
her thighs together. Kate opened her legs. Melinda gave Kate�s sex a pinch
to remind her of the command. Kate winced but said nothing. The woman
explored her lovelips as if she were a turkey being felt before being
stuffed.
They drove from the city out into the country. Trees enshrouded
their car on both sides. Kate glanced at John�s crotch and saw he had a
distinct swelling there. She looked back at the approaching, enclosing
trees. They surrounded the car as John raced it down a vacant country
lane. He seemed an excellent driver. Kate wondered if, nonetheless, she
needed a seatbelt. She didn�t want to have a mistake on his part send her
pitching out through the front window.
Melinda, sensing the need for a binding of a different sort, drew a
black blindfold out of the glove compartment. Kate saw it and gasped. She
liked their company, the mysteriousness of it, but she wasn�t sure she
really wanted to play sexual games with them. She felt tired from her
copulating in the game room.
�You mustn�t see where you�re going,� Melinda said to Kate. Kate
watched fearfully as the woman, taller and stronger than herself, placed
the blindfold quickly over Kate�s eyes. Kate lifted her hands and emitted a
whimper of protest but she was blinded before she could do anything about
it.
�Put your arms behind you, dear. You�ll have little need for them
where we�re going. I�ll spoon feed you when you need nourishment, and I�ll
wash you, and even wipe you after your potty,� Melinda whispered in
Kate�s ear. As she did so she seized both of Kate�s wrists quite firmly.
She drew the girl�s hands roughly behind Kate�s back. Kate mewled in
protest as she felt her arms wrenched back behind herself. She had not
put her arms through the sleeves of her cloak, preferring to let it drape
her. Now she wished she�d been more attentive to the cloak, for inside it
she was just a bare body, her arms next to her, and Melinda had little
trouble yanking Kate�s arms behind herself. Melinda got both Kate�s
wrists in a single hand, Melinda�s hand, which held them like a vise. The
woman�s fingers were slender and elegant but she had a grip of steel.
Kate heard a jangling of handcuffs. She guessed they�d been taken from
the glove compartment, same as the blindfold. She howled as she felt
Melinda pin them to her wrists. Yet, in the end, Kate realized, she had not
struggled nearly as much as she might have. She�d even waited a moment,
patiently, as Melinda let go of her wrists, in an inexpert moment, and
worked to get the cuffs properly on her.
�Sit up,� Melinda said to Kate. The blonde had been forced to bend
forward as Melinda cuffed her. Kate straightened herself. She felt the
cape draping her uselessly, leaving her bosoms sticking out quite nakedly
in front of her. Now she had no way to draw the cape closed over her
front.
Melinda pinched one�s of Kate�s nipples. Kate winced and let out a
little cry. Both her teats offered their tips at full extension. Kate felt
terribly excited and had a sudden desire to pee on the seat of John�s car.
She pressed her thighs together. Melinda slapped them and made her
separate them again. Kate wriggled her ass and bit her lip.
�You are just bosoms now,� Melinda told Kate. �And a cunt.� She
stroked Kate�s offered nipples and then pinched the other one to make it
hurt like the first. Kate howled, softly, afraid she might disturb John.
She felt Melinda�s hand stroke her belly and then delve again between her
open legs.
Melinda laughed. �How you squirm! Do you have to pee again?�
Melinda asked Kate. �We�ll be there soon. Don�t make John stop to let you
go in the woods! It�s too chilly outside for that.�
Kate nodded. Despite the blindfold, despite the handcuffs, despite
Melinda�s intrusive, pinching fingers, she nodded obediently.
�Here, I�ll hold your sex for you,� Melinda told Kate. �I�ll squeeze my
hand against your little muffin just like you used to do when you were a
girl. Don�t pee on my hand. We�ll be there soon, dear one!�
Kate twisted her head about. She felt Melinda�s hand cup her muff
and palpate itself against her slit. She wanted to pee, yet she tightened
her belly and hoped to save herself til they got to John�s. She looked over
at him but, concealed in her blindfold, she saw nothing.
Chapter Seven
Kate felt the car stop some time later. She was squirming in her
seat. She could barely hold in her pee. She sat with puffed cheeks,
exhaling in little puffs, scared that she would urinate on John�s hand-
tooled leather seat. She could think of little else. Her fears were
submerged in a desire to relieve her bladder. She was grateful for Miriam,
who kept her hand pressed close to Kate�s muff. She squeezed Kate�s
cuntlips together in a childish, but so far effective, attempt to keep her
from peeing.
John escorted the blindfolded Kate from the car as grandly as he�d
put her into his car. He held her arm and carefully helped her place her
feet on his asphalt driveway as if she were the Queen of Sheba and he
merely a slave. In fact, as Kate was well aware, feeling her pee about to
burst from her, she was John�s slave. She gained the ground and
immediately chafed in his hands, eager to run into his house and piss. She
hoped they were at his house. She had no way of knowing, but they�d
promised her a proper bathroom when they arrived. For a moment she
thought, in insane desperation, that they might be at a posh restaurant, a
private one where no one would mind if a girl were brought in all stained
with cum from sex play. Yet, she decided, such a bizarre fantasy was just
a product of her dips into alt.sex.stories on boring school nights. She�d
been reading too much Missy, she assured herself.
John and Melinda did not remove her blindfold. They led her into the
home they shared in such a manner that she would be unable to identify it,
seeing only the rooms, never the outside. Kate blushed as she felt cool air
wash over her heated body. The cape round her shoulders was left open. It
trailed behind her in the night wind, letting the air stroke even her
bottom, making it chilly. Her hair was a wreck but the wind lifted her
long blonde locks and, under the shining moon, it drew them out behind her,
making her look like Lothiriel in Tolkien�s Lothlorien. An elven queen,
moving unsleeping through the night air, watched by the trees she heard
swaying around her.
Kate was helped to mount stone porch steps. Both John and Melinda
helped her, each taking one of her arms that was handcuffed behind her,
guiding her with their hands on her slim upper arms. Kate heard John put a
key in the front door. She stood with her bottom cheeks compressed, her
thighs pressed tightly together, weaving a little on her feet as she
concluded she couldn�t hold herself any longer.
Suddenly she felt a wetness running down her legs. She exhaled
softly. A wave of relief washed over her.
�Good God! She�s peeing on our porch!� Melinda cried to John. They
watched her, holding her arms. Kate felt her urine run down the insides of
her thighs, despite holding her legs together. Her pee stained the stone
and ran down the steps.
Melinda used Kate�s cloak to wipe between her legs. �You�ve been
very naughty, Kate,� Melinda told her. �Look at you! Semen burbling from
your slit, your pee running down your legs. And your hair, beautiful but
unkempt, matted with errant shots of men�s sperm. Is this how your
mother would expect you to come home from a party?�
John laughed. �I forgive you for that, Kate. I wouldn�t want to see
you hurt yourself trying to be good for me.� He urged her forward. Kate
crossed over the threshold into his house. He didn�t deign to carry her, but
she was merely a slave and he had treated her remarkably well so far. She
told herself that Melinda would have been jealous if John had carried her
in. Kate felt a sense of happiness as the warmth of John�s home replaced
the cool outside air. Her goosebumps lessened. She felt herself pad
across a deep plush carpet and then, going down what sounded like a hall,
she was stopped and she heard John open a door.
A smell of bare earth met her nostrils. Kate felt herself pushed
forward and she balked. Her feet met creaking steps and she climbed
resistantly, unsteadily down a flight of raw wooden steps. She felt a
sense of danger. Yet, with her bosoms pushing out before her, their
nipples eager and stiff, with her cunt wettening a little even as she
descended, Kate knew she was going to be placed into whatever John had
prepared for her. She hoped he was compassionate for her. She was just a
young college girl, playing games, feeding in oats she knew she should
never touch.
Kate�s blindfold was removed by Melinda. Kate opened her eyes and
stood for a moment completely rigid, stiff as her nipples were. She was
in an earthen cellar. A wooden floor covered it but the walls were bare
and had a deep fertile smell to them. Kate saw not far from herself a
collection of pillows arranged on the floor. They were covered with silk
pillowcases and looked newly washed. Beside them, but at a little
distance to keep them from getting wet, was a water pump. It was made
of brass and looked newly re-built, as if it had replaced a much older
model. Next to the pump, to receive its libations, was an old battered tin
washtub. It looked clean but it seemed like it might be for washing a dog
in, or a cat, yet Kate noticed it was big enough for a girl to fit into. A
clean layer of plastic lay under it to keep the wooden floor from getting
soaked.
Next to the tub was a wooden post. Kate flinched as she saw chains
hanging from the post. They were neatly looped around a crosspiece that
stuck out, penis like, to hold them aloft. Kate saw that manacles were
attached to the post, separate from the chains, bolted like handcuffs to
the front of the post.
Kate shivered. It was cool in the cellar. Deeper in the gloom she
saw unlicensed casks of whiskey and, surrounding them, sacks of pot. She
knew a little Spanish and she read the words printed neatly on the burlap
sacks. �Golden Weed,� they said. Along the top of several bags were much
smaller bags, carefully taped shut and white in color. �Flour,� each bag
proclaimed, but Kate guessed it wasn�t flower they held inside them. It
was a small fortune in heroin or cocaine.
�You�ll be kept downstairs in the storage room for awhile,� Melinda
told Kate. John held Kate as Melinda lit a number of tall tapering candles
near the cushions. Kate saw the candlelight sparkle upon a tea tray lying
in the cushions. It held a small silver vase of fresh cut flowers and a
silver pot of tea, plus blueberry bagels, fresh from the oven, and slices of
ham and munster cheese. The flowers in the vase were roses and peonies.
�After your bath you may eat,� Melinda said to Kate. John pushed her
forward toward the collection of cushions. Kate saw that despite the
crudeness of the tin tub there was a small collection of perfume flasks
and an atomizer and some fragrant fresh soap next to it, plus a bottle of
strawberry Suave shampoo.
�Get in the tub,� John told Kate. She didn�t respond. She merely
stared down at it, standing over it now, an empty old tin tub that hardly
matched the nice bath Marie had always bathed her in. John pulled her
cloak off and reached into his pocket. Kate heard him draw out his keys
and he unlocked her handcuffs.
Melinda, to Kate�s surprise, removed her dress. She worked quickly
and in just a few moments she was completely naked, just like Kate, but
with her hair much better kempt than Kate�s was. She reached back into
the bun of her hair behind her head and undid it. It fell down along her
face and over her shoulders. Kate stared at Melinda. The brunette had a
body like a model. Her hips were slim and her legs long and the only thing
that must have kept her from being one was the size of her breasts. They
were quite pronounced and they presented themselves quite firmly, lofting
up like twin balloons on her chest, or twin sno cones, topped by cherries,
for Kate saw that Melinda had taken care to tan herself in such a way that
her breasts, and her pubic region, were kept perfectly white. There were
no marks on her anywhere, despite her life with John and his bad
reputation.
Kate felt a little jealous of Melinda and thought, as the woman gazed
casually at her, that the feeling was mutual. Both of them were very
pretty and John, still suavely dressed, had obviously to choose at some
point which of their pretty nests he wanted to stick himself into. Kate
heard a scuffling on the stairs and, startled, turned her head. John held
her firmly. As Kate looked behind herself she rubbed her wrists, for the
handcuffs had been a little too tight for her.
�Ma�am? Sir? Will you be wanting anything else?� Kate heard a
high-pitched, proper British accent ask.
�Bring the strap. Our guest may prove unruly,� Melinda said
casually, brushing her hair back from her face as she spoke. Kate shivered
and felt her bottomcheeks tense. John cupped her bare heinie with his
broad calloused palm and made her step into the tub.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Exotica, August 1998, $1.95. 8 1/2� x 11� magazine, 46 pages with a
slick, full color cover. X Publishing, Inc., 625 SW 10th Avenue, Suite
324B, Portland, OR 97205. E-mail: xmag@teleport.com Web:
http://www.xmag.com
Review: This is billed as the �Sex, Bubblegum and Rock-N-Roll�
issue. And what, indeed, could be a better reinterpretation of that
scandalous term from the 1960�s? Sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll pale
before the �child molester�.
In addition to having a catchy theme, this issue of Exotica has a
memorable cover. On the cover are two girls. They�re both naked. One
girl is chewing Bubble Yum bubble gum and blowing a bubble. The other
girl, feeling deprived, is trying to steal it from her-- with her tongue!
In his editorial, publisher Frank Faillace worries about his cover.
He writes: �After eight hours of staring at [it] on a computer screen
you tend to lose objectivity about how it looks and start praying that
you haven�t made a horrible mistake that everyone is going to make fun
of.� (page 3).
Well, Frank, I�m afraid you blew it. All us guys at FUCK DECENCY
really cracked up when we saw your cover. I mean, look at those two
girls. They�re both over 18! Everyone knows that the girls who really
like bubble gum are 8-year-olds. As my friend Perply said, when he
finally stopped laughing: �What�s Frank doing with two 18-year-olds?
You�d think he�d have known to put naked 8-year-olds on his cover!�
Despite this obvious oversight, this is a nice issue. Its lead
article is a review, and mini-history, of the film Lolita. The article is
actually fairly enlightened on the subject of so-called �child
molestation�. It points out that �many older men not only want to be
with a younger woman, but a teenager.� (page 28). And some men even
prefer �a pre-pub girl of 12 or 13.� (Ibid.)
If you�re still �unsaved�, as my friend Perply puts it, and like
adult women, don�t worry! This magazine is filled with ads for strip
clubs in Portland, Oregon. All of them feature a nude, or nearly nude
woman. Perhaps the best one is for �Palace of Pleasure�. It shows a
female from behind. Her long, golden hair is tumbling all the way down
to her bottom. It�s bare, but framed by a pink garter belt and stockings,
with a g-string wedged (deep) in her ass crack. She�s got high heels on,
as if she�s in a fancy bedroom. But, in fact, she�s standing with her
face against a brick wall! Is she in a dungeon, with her master about to
tear her pretty lingerie with a whip? I guess you�ll have to visit the
�Palace� yourself to find out!
(I�d go myself, but I have a date at the playground.)
AND IN THE END...
WHY WAIT TILL 18?
�Seven has traditionally been considered the age of reason.�
- TIME, August 24, 1998, pg. 65.
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