Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 106
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bottoms in Bondage
Chapter Two
Alexis came to me first. Standing over me she seemed a
commanding presence, but with the vase-shaped lines of her finger she
couldnÕt help having a loving, motherly appearance also. Venus, risen from
the Foam Fest and offering me broth from the oceanÕs mysterious depths.
She reached behind me and undid my gag. ÒSay nothing,Ó she warned. I
looked up at her wide-eyed, wanting to speak volumes. ÒShhhh,Ó she said,
placing a vertical finger, long-nailed, to my lipstick glossed lips. ÒOpen
wide.Ó
I was a little girl again, visiting the school nurse. I opened my
mouth but regarded the ladle she lifted from her pail with suspicion. It
would be icky medicine, surely. ÒIt is just water?Ó I asked tremulously.
ÒYes, darling, and a little something extra laced in,Ó she said with
easy grace. Before I could query her again the ladle was splashing its
contents into my mouth. She poured too fast, I gagged open-mouthed upon
the water. It burbled from my parted lips, ran down my throat, sprinkled
my anxiously heaving bosom. ÒMore, darling,Ó she said, dipping her ladle
and making me take it. I spluttered but got most of it down. The rest ran
down my tummy and collected in the curls of my pubis. I had pearls there
now, sparkling, but soon they would evaporate. Arthur seemed to love
them all the same. Intently he watched, still dressed as if for supper at
the MenÕs Club, but with his wicked thing pointing straight at me, bold and
bare.
Alexis put down her pail and re-tied my gag. She bent, showing me
her bottom, and whispered something in JeffÕs ear. Immediately he got up
and fetched the wine skin.
ÒI am going to give them some wine, dear,Ó Alexis called over her
shoulder to her new love, Arthur. ÒDonÕt worry, its alcohol content isnÕt
very high. I shall be ladling all night otherwise.Ó
ÒHmmm, yes, I suppose it must be so,Ó Arthur grumped. He did not
like being crossed, but she was a shade too beautiful for him to argue with
her, I saw. What she promised far exceeded any mild slights to his ego.
She had given him her body, and he knew he could have her most of all in
the coming nights. That left the rest of us with Jeff and Scotty. I knew I
was not disposed to the latter. Perhaps Linda would get in trouble with
him, and draw his attention, while I outmaneuvered Rose and slipped by
Sandra. She indeed seemed to draw ArthurÕs gaze almost as frequently as
Alexis. I imagined him in bed with them both, and myself somehow
getting both Linda and Rose into trouble with Scotty. Ah! How sweet that
would be, to have JeffÕs cock all to my greedy little self. But I hardly
knew him. I knew his first name, his cock, nothing else. It was like in
Florida when I stood onstage, showing my wet tits to a roomful of men
who were absolute strangers. IÕd met my first master there, and heÕd
failed me. My second master had died. Did I even want a master? Surely I
must escape this coach somehow, despite all its perverse splendor, and go
running home to mommie! Oh, God, my mind was in such a torment! I
wanted yet I did not want. I wanted to be forced, I realized, and beat that
thought down quick as I could, wondering where itÕd sprung from. Perhaps
it was the nuns, forever chaste yet forever longing. Wishing the pope
would lay them out side by side and force them to present themselves to
GodÕs representative on earth. HeÕd fuck them on GodÕs chosen penis. Yes,
and they would bleat and squeal and love every fine poking minute of it.
Afterwards theyÕd slip away to confession and beg forgiveness, hoping the
pop was behind the confessional door, waiting to take them again.
Jeff took the wineskin and approached me with it. I was his
favorite, I could tell. Or at least I hoped it was true. God forbid that he
should fall for Rose and I should be the one left with Scotty. I turned my
chin up to him, reluctantly taking my eyes from his cock, so frankly
presented. He was a boy in the shower room, doing his chores. I wiggled
my boobies a little to let him know I was not just another boy. Perhaps I
could have him now, before anyone, claim his seed in the carriage before
ever-naughty Linda stole his gaze away with her endlessly alluring
disobedience.
He did not untie me. He hardly acknowledged me, I saw, merely
thrust the tip of the wineskin twixt my gag and upper lip. With a kind of
cleft lip, made by the intruding neck of the container, I was forced to
drink. Jeff squirted the wine into my throat, long squirts. I gulped as fast
as I could. The wine tasted expensive. I did not want to be hurt for
spilling any. Always in these games, IÕd heard, listening to girls whoÕd
read their fatherÕs dirty books, always the girl was prized less than the
dropped dishes, the unswept floor. She paid the price for the smallest
infraction. I did not want to add up any costs I didnÕt need to. Obediently I
swallowed, gagging just a little on the long, deep spurts. Jeff made me
drink and drink, as if I were a parched traveler in the desert.
Sandra, meanwhile, had her gag undone by Alexis. She did not
protest. Alexis poured the strange libation into her mouth, a little too
fast again, but Sandra was more learned and could handle the load better
than I. She licked her lips when the last ladleful had been given.
ÒYou are a good wife, Sandra,Ó Alexis complimented her. ÒI will
keep you with me always and force you to breed babies for me. Ah, yes,
and make you clean and scrub and change diapers, bustling about the house
in your nudity. Such a splendid figure!Ó Alexis kissed her long and full on
the lips. Sandra accepted the kiss, closed her eyes as if to cherish it. She
yet needed more breaking in, knew Alexis would provide it, accompanied
by the greatest pleasures. She had learned to live with cock, sprouting
every morning in her bed, demanding her young bodyÕs submission. Now she
could not live without cock. Alexis tied her mouth shut again, gave her
gagged lips a final kiss. ÒYou will look good in nipple clamps,Ó she said,
pinched each of SandraÕs offered teats well and hard, making the woman
sit right up on the edge of her seat. Ah, I wanted to be pinched too but
feared it greatly. We all were so stiff-nippled, the men stiff-cocked,
excitement pulsing and tingling in even our tenderest extremities. At
least the men could whack themselves off if they had too. We girls,
spread against our will, our hands lofted high, were utterly helpless to
save ourselves. They might keep us here forever, trembling and meek,
praying for wicked things that mommie would scold me for wanting.
Sandra was squirted next, orally, while Rose blushingly accepted the
laced water from Alexis. She was still wrapped in innocence,
enigmatically, almost begging to be violated. Then Linda came next.
ÒNoooo! I want to go HOME!Ó Linda squawked even as the loosened
gag still half-blocked her mouth.
ÒTo your husband?Ó Alexis asked calmly.
ÒNo!Ó Linda answered, suddenly wide-eyed.
ÒHe would be extremely angry, wouldnÕt he?Ó Alexis asked. Linda sat
still considering, silent, bug-eyed. ÒMore angry than me even, hmmm? You
ran away from him without even saying goodbye. You shouldnÕt have
married the O.J. Simpson of your highschool football team, dear.Ó
ÒBut he scored four touchdowns in one game back in --Ó The year
was lost in a sploosh of water as Alexis dumped her ladleful of water into
LindaÕs wide explaining mouth. Poor girl! She had probably been in
kindergarten when her husband scored his touchdowns, still struggling to
count to four, yet sheÕd married him as soon as her breasts popped up in
her blouse and her hips curved out. She knew she could not go back to him.
He would not prize her naughtiness. HeÕd married badly, wanting in fact a
grown woman, and she had chosen the wrong man. He had little patience
for her girlish ways.
Blubbering, Linda nonetheless drank down SandraÕs water. She lost a
good deal of it in her hesitancy. Her breasts were splashed liberally with
the water, necessitating extra ladlefuls from Sandra. But, despite her
ambivalence, Linda got down as much as the rest of us. Whatever was in
that water, she was going to be affected by it just as much as we.
Alexis re-gagged Linda. Then, as if to show us she feared nothing
for herself that she did to us, she lifted the bucket with both her hands
and liberally poured its contents down her throat. She took it to Arthur
next.
ÒWhat is it?Ó Arthur asked.
ÒLove potion, made from eggs, IÕm told, though which I do not know.Ó
The water had tasted slightly sweet to me. Arthur waved it off.
ÒIÕm half-dying already,Ó he said. ÒItÕs you girls who need it, not
me. Be wet and ready for me, donÕt give me ÔnoÕ for an answer when I tell
you to submit.Ó
ÒAh, sir, but the gameÕs all about not quite having it the way youÕd
like it,Ó Alexis laughed. A soft, musical, inviting laugh. ÒAny hooker
could be wet and ready for you. Here we play more sophisticated games.Ó
ÒNonetheless, my dick is killing me and my balls feel like theyÕre
going to crater themselves into my pelvis. I donÕt need to be any harder or
tighter than I already am.Ó
ÒToo many years with a wife who didnÕt appeal to you, anymore, IÕd
say,Ó Alexis commented, turning away from him. She gave him a roll of
her hips. I guessed Arthur had gone many years since heÕd been this hard,
this desperate. He looked forthrightly to me, asking relief with his eyes,
but I broke from his stare. Alexis would never allow it, anyway, untying
me while the others remained bound. Not just to soothe Arthur, not just
to let him spend his churning sperm. Then he would make himself Master
of our coach. Now, unspent, he was like a little boy, furtive and desperate.
Alexis held him by the balls so long as they remained full.
ÒKeep your hands off yourself,Ó Alexis warned Arthur, glancing back
over her shoulder.
ÒTo myself?Ó Arthur asked hopefully.
ÒOff and to yourself,Ó Alexis answered. ÒIÕll free Sandra to cuff you
if you donÕt obey. She knows how to be obedient.Ó
Arthur cleared his throat, said nothing. HeÕd paid for her torment,
after all, in advance. Flexing his thighs, his hands placed squarely upon
them, he gazed at me again. I did not look at him but I could not stop his
staring.
Jeff by now had squirted the remaining girls, even offering Alexis
some squirts, though she took not as much as we, in either water or wine.
Within my womb I began to feel a glow, and it traveled quickly to my cunt.
I found I could press my thighs just a little farther apart and, despite
ArthurÕs stare, I opened them more, as if to pray for barbarians at my
private gate. I felt an urge to rub myself, greater than ever before. My
lips felt wet below, dry above. My nipples tingled at the greatest
extremity IÕd ever seen, ever felt them reach. It was as if they were tiny
rockets trying to blast off from the launching pads of my ringed areolas.
My breasts trembled under their forceful steaming.
ÒMmmm!Ó Sandra cried from betwixt her gag. I turned, saw she had
misted, desperate eyes. She was feeling it now too, had been given an
extra ladleful by Alexis. Her breasts shook with her newfound need, heavy
fruit trying to drop from the treed limbs of her ribs.
And next Rose! Suddenly she broke from her innocence and gagged
within her mouth-binding gag, snorting like a horse as the first wave of
passion hit her. Youthfully her bosoms rose and fell in quick love-induced
bursts. I saw she wished to hump something, anything. She rocked back
and forth on the bench, legs forced hopelessly wide, hands shackled so
high she could not have even silenced an itch on her forehead.
Linda screamed within her gag. She felt it now too, we were all
feeling it, desperate females suddenly, bitches in extraordinary heat. All
thoughts of fright and bashfulness fled from me. I wanted it, didnÕt care
what they did to me, so long as I got it. Across from me Linda stared out
with hopeless eyes, knowing now that there was no turning back. Even she
would sacrifice herself, if need be, bare her soul to the very God of the
heart-stabbing Aztecs, if it would carry her to orgasmic bliss.
ÒOoooh!Ó I feel it now also,Ó Alexis said, shivering and letting her
hand slip between her legs. With half-lidded eyes she frigged her puss,
just a little, bringing her a bit of tender relief. ÒScotty?Ó she asked,
when again she returned to the real world. He stared at her with shocked
eyes, refused.
ÒNot me, maÕam. My ole pole and me Ôave been on good terms for
years. ItÕs a bit slow at times, but once its up it needs no encouragement,
unless you want me to resurface your floor here with the color white.Ó
ÒJeff,Ó Alexis said, turning to the young man with sparkling eyes.
ÒIÕm no sissy,Ó he replied. ÒMy wife was so beautiful she made me
hard at work all day, just thinking about her. I was forever getting in
trouble for not standing up when my female boss came in the room.
Military, you know. Rise when she enters, thatÕs the rule. But with my
crotch bulging IÕd have gotten into even hotter water!Ó
ÒTch! Tch! The perils of being a young man,Ó Alexis said. She
fingered his organ, ran her fingers along the length of it. I saw she wished
to stab her puss with it. So easy, so near yet so far, if she played by the
rules she herself had laid down for us.
Oblivious to the handling of his cock, though with it pleasantly
twitching, Jeff took the bucket and raised it to his lips.
ÒYes, finish it!Ó Alexis dared him. Jeff accepted the challenge. Like
a stallion he drank, in deep draughts, taking it all down his throat as if it
were a bucket of honeyed cunt juice from his favorite sweetheart. ÒGod! I
canÕt believe you!Ó Alexis howled. Her eyes danced with delight. Jeff
handed the bucket back to her, grinned.
ÒI canÕt believe myself, except that when IÕm surrounded by five
fucking awesome females, four of them with their legs wider than any
whore in a porn film, I can bet IÕll do anything youÕll dare me to. Keep me
away from bridges, or IÕll kill myself just to impress you.Ó
Alexis bent, gave JeffÕs cock an appreciative lick. ÒYouÕre one
helluva dude,Ó she said. ÒI just hope your performance here can match
your performance in the bedroom.Ó Arthur glowered opposite me, said
nothing. AlexisÕ bottom mooned him as she paid her respects to Jeff.
Yearningly I watched it all, struggling with my bonds to find some way to
assuage my fire.
ÒGirls, we must begin to address the problem of your anal virginity,Ó
Alexis announced next, standing and licking JeffÕs pre-cum from her lips.
She surveyed us, her eyes dancing with untold mischiefs. I glanced at
Linda. For once I shared a moment with her, our eyes expressing anxiety
and concern. I had not really thought of my anal virginity as a Òproblem.Ó
I had expected that a boyfriend would want to take me that way someday,
and at SandraÕs party IÕd been introduced, via the dance card round my
wrist, as having a virgin bottom. But now, faced with the blunt fact of
AlexisÕ announcement, I felt misgivings. After all, it WAS my bottom,
wasnÕt it? Perhaps that was the true problem. It had been my bottom, but
now it belonged to a strange, unknown master; and his devious assistant,
Alexis. She turned, her long red hair swaying behind her, the cheeks of her
bottom rolling suavely, and walked across the room on her fine, bare legs,
her pussy just peeping out between them. Leaning forward slightly, she
opened a secret compartment in the wall. I had not seen it; the wallpaper
covered its door as thoroughly as the wall it was set in, there was no
handle, just a little finger-tab, a depression in the wood behind which one
might slip the tip of a finger.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Velvet, November 1996, $6.99.
Review: Here I am, watching my weight and trying to be a God-
fearing pervert, when I walk past the magazine stand and see this
headline: ÒPigtailed Virgins in Heat!Ó
Believe me, I tried to resist. I looked at a magazine titled ÒBalding
Women in Drag,Ó hoping that would help me. And I perused ÒHairy
Shitladies in the Buff.Ó But I kept thinking, you know, ÒPigtailed Virgins
in Heat???Ó So, finally, to protect the children and do my duty to the
community, I grabbed Velvet.
To my delight I saw that one of the girls from last monthÕs Mayfair,
Monika, was in this issue of Velvet. Apparently her delicious pictorial
with MayfairÕs Krissy wasnÕt enough, so she decided to make out with two
American girls!
I have seen this trend a number of times since I began my child-
protecting activities in this area. A lovely young virginal girl will take
her clothes off in Mayfair, and then a month or so later sheÕll show up in a
new pictorial in an American magazine. But always you will see her first
in Mayfair. And the Mayfair pictorial is essential to acquainting yourself
with her. In Mayfair sheÕll appear as a proper, well-brought up girl, with a
name, while in our American magazines sheÕll just be an anonymous slut!
(So much for American values.)
Well, in this issue of Velvet Monika does indeed go farther with her
two American playmates than she did with little Krissy in Mayfair. It is
an excellent pictorial. It did make my child protecting activities a little
difficult, though. ItÕs hard to make the lady at the cash register believe
you when you say, ÒIÕm buying this to protect our children,Ó and you have
the odor of a recent ejaculation emanating from your pants.
Apparently one of the Velvet virgins also appears in this same issue
in a separate pictorial, with a man. (The pictorial is merely titled ÒCum
Junky,Ó and gives no names.) It is an excellent ÔtraditionalistÕ pictorial.
The girl looks very young and sweet and slender, with nice tits. Of course
I considered it dangerous and degrading to women so I bought as many
copies as I could to protect the children.
American porno magazines have gotten much better in the last year.
If youÕre accustomed to buying only Playboy and Penthouse at the news
stand, please reconsider your life and the decisions youÕre making. YouÕre
missing out on a LOT of cute cunts! DonÕt just buy the same old mags.
Check out the other ones too. YouÕll be surprised at how nice they are. You
might get a hernia trying to lug all those quality magazines out to your
car, and your wife will wonder where all your money went (not to mention
your bodily fluids), but youÕll be happy!
And when youÕre done reading those great magazines, donÕt forget to
repent and throw them out! IÕll be waiting in the dumpster for them!
AND IN THE END...
HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER
ÒWestern culture began in the great valley between the Tigris and
Euphrates rivers in what is now Iraq.Ó - Sara Maitland, PandoraÕs Box,
pg. 31.
(sorry, couldnÕt resist! - h.j.)
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