Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 223
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter Seven
ÒNot in the arm, stupid. In the ass,Ó Max told me. ÒBend right over.
Show her your fanny and donÕt be a baby about it. What do you think, that
IÕm going to put the dildo in your arm? LetÕs go!Ó
I couldnÕt move. I thought Max might slap me when Jill, touching my
back, somehow eased me over, bending me in the middle. I remembered our
69 together and tried to imagine that we were going to do that again. I
offered her the fig of my cunt as I bent low and touched the floor with my
fingertips. She stroked my bottom with the alcohol. Then I felt a quick
jab in my flank. I howled. I wanted to bolt upright but I knew I mustnÕt.
With all my strength I gripped my toes and contented myself with
wiggling my tits. At last the needle was withdrawn. SheÕd injected me
very slowly, almost sensuously. She wiped away the tiny dot of blood left
behind by the needle, using the cotton swab.
I stood up and my hands flew to my bottom. I assuaged it as best I
could, rubbing it, and feeling the warmth of the quinine begin to spread
across it. When I finally let go of myself Jill handed me the needle, the
alcohol, and a new swab of cotton, offered to her by Max. I took the items
with frightened hands. IÕd never done this before!
ÒTry not to shake,Ó Jill told me, and bent over. I swabbed her
carefully, doing the area Max pointed out to me, just off to the side of her
plump fleshy cheek, on the right. Then, steeling myself against my fright,
remembering how it hurt when she poked me, I stuck her in turn. She
helped. Her back arched, she caught herself. Her bosoms hung heavily
beneath her. When at last IÕd shot all the injection fluid into her I
withdrew the needle and she stood.
ÒRub yourself, make yourself ready for it,Ó Max said to Jill. He went
to the nightstand and began greasing up our new dildos. I looked at them
with wonder. They were gigantic. They looked like twin nuclear missiles
standing side by side, and I didnÕt doubt that they could do at least as
much damage to a girl as radiation could.
Max finished preparing the dildos and led each of us in turn to our
couch. The pillows were fresh, there were new dew-laden flowers on the
nightstand. Violets. I hoped my butt wouldnÕt be the same color as them
when I was returned to my bed upstairs. We were each buckled down, and
received our butt-widening belts. Then the work of the dildos began. We
were gouged with them. We began crying almost at once as they were
crammed up our hineyholes. Max worked with judicious slowness this
morning. The penises were so big that even he had to show us some
consideration. He rubbed our bottoms now and then to make sure the
quinine took full effect. I felt my hole stretched beyond belief. I
struggled a little to try to free myself, knew it was fruitless, contented
myself at last with bawling my head off.
We were left to sob to ourselves. Max departed, his work done.
Somewhere cameras whirred and inspected his handiwork. He had
succeeded. Jill and I were gorged upon the obscene cocks. They did not
belong in girlÕs bottoms, yet somehow Max had got them up us. I turned to
Jill. I felt like Christ on the cross.
ÒI love you,Ó I wept.
ÒI love you too,Ó she replied. We lay in our bonds. Now and then,
moving incautiously, a slight shift of our hips, a too-quick turn of our
heads, and one of us would blurt out a shrill cry of alarm. The rude penis
up each of our butts was a frightening agony. I was sure I would never be
the same, and I was certain Mistress Lalique wished that it should be so.
When Max returned and removed the dildos, I felt I could not close
myself in back. Easily he passed his finger into me, testing me. How
slightly I resisted his passage! He checked Jill next. ÒSoon, soon it will
be permanent,Ó he told us. He seemed to savor the prospect. ÒTomorrow I
will have enough room to begin phase two of your training. Each day, after
the dildos are removed, I will fuck each of you up the butt. Gently the
first time, less so each day afterward, until at last you can receive a
butt-hammering fucking without being torn or harmed by it. It is my
reward, girls, for breaking you in.Ó He slapped my fanny, then untied my
wrists. He permitted me the freedom of masturbating myself over the
pillows, with just my ankles bound to the couch, as he whipped me lightly
with the cat. He promised the whippings on ensuing days would be
stricter, more admonitory, though I might still frig myself while he did it.
Jill got the same treatment. With glowing red bottoms we were put on our
feet at last, and taken upstairs.
Jill and I both visited the potty as the afternoon sun teased the
horizon. When we had both wiped, Jill suggested I let her check my
bottom. Standing before the bathroom mirror, I parted my cheeks for her.
ÒYes,Ó she said, tracing her fingertip in a circle over my anus. I
clenched it, scared.
ÒWhatÕs happened?Ó I asked.
ÒYouÕre a little less tight, maybe, though I canÕt tell for sure,Ó she
said. She poked me. I yelped. My bottomcheeks flexed and rebounded. She
laughed. ÒOh, we still are tight-bottomed, I think, both of us,Ó she said.
ÒHere, check mine. I want to know too.Ó She turned around and vented
herself at me. I knelt and jabbed lightly at her fundament with my finger,
finding her hole receptive, but rubbery still, clinging to my finger as I
pulled back from it.
ÒWhat do you think?Ó I asked.
ÒI think we both need more still,Ó she answered. ÒI mean, I donÕt
want it, but if Sam wishes to use us both with ease...Ó
ÒI know,Ó I answered. I stood up. We faced each other and clasped in
a sudden embrace.
ÒWe must be women!Ó she breathed into my mouth.
ÒYes,Ó I answered. ÒWe must, mustnÕt we?Ó Furtively we felt for
each otherÕs nests and played with each other there, standing naked in the
bathroom, freshly wiped from our toilet. Max found us kissing and took us
to the bed and spanked us both over his knee, one of us waiting while the
other was smacked, me first, then Jill, then me again, and her again, for
good measure. He made us both suck him off afterward, under the
concealing sheets of the bed. I think the camera must have noticed, but he
did not care. He was desperate. I was pretty sure heÕd be forgiven. A
little spurt now and then, in the company of such beautiful girls, must
surely be permitted.
We awoke the next morning with new resolve. We stood in the
bathroom after our shower, Jill and I alone, Sam downstairs. Together we
made each other up, carefully, knowing that this would be the day we
really began to feel the effects of our training. We brushed out each
otherÕs hair, not just our long locks but our nests too, for the camera saw
our cunts just as easily, if not more easily, than our faces. Then we
trooped downstairs, and found Max flipping flapjacks in the kitchen.
ÒI can do that, Max,Ó Jill said helpfully.
ÒAlright,Ó Max answered. He handed her the skillet. We were all
nude, the cool morning air fresh upon our bodies. I felt new and alive in
the world. I would be made a woman today. Max left the room and came
back with a bottle of champagne.
ÒOh, Max, whatÕs that for?Ó Jill asked, happily surprised at the treat.
A champagne breakfast! He was treating us this morning! I beamed at him.
He could be a gentleman, after all.
ÒI want you girls a little drunk this morning,Ó Max said. His words
made our tummies tighten, not to mention our bottoms! ÒYouÕre definitely
going to feel open after today,Ó he said. ÒThe cocks IÕve got to put in you
today actually expand and contract. TheyÕll be big as hell to start with,
and then, once embedded, theyÕll widen themselves and shrink, not
shrinking too much, of course, just back to their normal size. Widening
and shrinking again and again, theyÕll really give your bumholes a workout.
Too much of a workout, I imagine, which is the whole point of it. YouÕll be
left changed afterward, not much at first, but more so with each passing
day.Ó Jill and I looked at each other. She held the flapjacks over the
flame of the oven, not noticing that she was burning them. I felt my
bottomcheeks tense uncontrollably and knew hers must be doing the same.
Except for the hiss of the burning pancakes there was nothing but shocked
silence in the room. Max gazed at us, enjoying our fear. At last he laughed
and took the pancake skillet from Jill. ÒGo and sit down and start drinking
that champagne,Ó he said. ÒIÕll finish the flapjacks. A toast to your
bottoms, girls. Enjoy sitting on them. You may not be able to do it again
for awhile.Ó He laughed a hearty laugh then, long and luscious and utterly
wicked. Jill and I scurried to our seats and sat down on our bottoms
hoping to never have to get up. Max brought us the champagne a moment
later, pouring out a glass for each of us. I watched the liquid flow with
entranced eyes. Could I bear to be put to such a use as he contemplated?
Should I try to kill myself? I think Jill was entertaining the same
thoughts. I took my glass of champagne and hastily gulped down the
contents. On the stove the flapjacks waited, the flame turned down to
protect them.
THE LAW OF PROPERTY
(continued from previous issue)
(part 4 of 4)
THE INTEREST RETAINED BY THE GRANTOR
ÒNot quite,Ó Sam said. ÒIn our example we have been giving the
conveyance as: ÔO to A and his heirs, but if A ever builds a whorehouse on
the premises, then O or his heirs may re-enter the property and retake
possession of it.ÕÓ
ÒSo whatÕs wrong with that?Ó I asked.
ÒO is commonly used to refer to Ôowner,ÕÓ Sam said. ÒHowever, ÔOÕ
should really only be used for an estate where the Owner actually retains
something. For instance, if I give a life estate to Wilson, the conveyance
would read: ÔO to A.Õ When Wilson died, IÕd get the land back.
ÒBut,Ó Sam said. ÒWith a fee simple subject to a condition
subsequent, all I retain is Ôa right of entry for condition broken.Õ
ÒLike, if a whore house is built,Ó I said.
ÒRight,Ó Sam said. ÒSo itÕs improper to use ÔO.Õ Once IÕve conveyed a
fee simple subject to a condition subsequent I have nothing left in myself
except a right of entry.
ÒAnd, if I were a big time cheapskate, and gave a fee simple
determinable, I wouldnÕt, of course, retain a right of entry. IÕd retain a
possibility of reverter. This has been called a BARE possibility of
reverter, since it isnÕt an estate in land at all, but simply a POSSIBILITY
that the land might come back to me if, for instance, the property is no
longer used as a church,Ó Sam said.
ÒHence, when we create terminology in a deed for a fee simple
subject to a condition subsequent, we shouldnÕt speak of ÔOÕ. Instead, a
better form of language would substitute ÔAÕ for ÔOÕ. As in: ÔA to B and his
heirs, upon express condition that if B ever builds a whorehouse on the
premises, then A or his heirs may reenter the property and retake
possession of it.Õ
ÒWhat does that do?Ó I asked.
ÒIt reminds us that the person bequeathing the fee simple subject to
a condition subsequent retains no estate in himself at all. He and his
heirs simply have a right to reenter.Ó
ÒAnd if a fee simple determinable is conveyed?Ó I asked.
ÒThen the grantor (the guy giving the land) retains a bare possibility
that it may one day revert to him,Ó Sam said. ÒWe call that a possibility
of reverter.Ó Then Sam swelled out his chest and stood very tall and said,
in a deep voice, ÒFor thus it was said, by no less an authority than
Cornelius J. Moynihan, ÔTechnically, the fee simple determinable is not a
legally smaller estate than a fee simple absolute.Õ (Moynihan,
Introduction to the Law of Real Property, (1962), pg. 96.)Ó
ÒOh, I get it,Ó I said. ÒThe person who conveys a fee simple
determinable retains a mere possibility of reverter. But doesnÕt that
possibility of reverter violate that rule IÕve heard about?Ó
ÒWhat rule?Ó Sam asked.
THE RULE AGAINST PERPETUITIES
ÒThe rule against perpetuities,Ó I said. ÒLook, we donÕt know when,
if ever, that land will spring back to O.Ó
ÒNot O,Ó Sam said. ÒA!Ó
ÒA,Ó I said. ÒWe donÕt know when, if ever, that land will spring back
to A. That surely violates the rule against perpetuities. Otherwise A
might have, in perpetuity, a possibility of reverter!Ó
ÒAh, yes,Ó Sam said. ÒNormally, we would think of a hindrance on
land, like a possibility of reverter, as violating the rule against
perpetuities. But it doesnÕt.Ó
ÒWhy not?Ó I asked.
ÒBecause,Ó Sam said. ÒThe possibility of reverter and the right of
entry developed in the Law long before the rule against perpetuities. So
they CAN exist. They are EXCEPTIONS to the rule against perpetuities.Ó
And again Sam puffed up his chest and said, in a very, very deep voice:
ÒThus it was said by an even greater authority on Property law, greater
even than Moynihan. It was said by Lewis M. Simes: ÔThe possibility of
reverter and the power of termination are not within the rule.Õ (Lewis M.
Simes, Handbook on the Law of Future Interests, Second Edition, pg. 280.)Ó
ÒWhatÕs a power of termination?Ó I asked.
ÒThatÕs just another name for a right of entry,Ó Sam said. ÒThey are
both the same thing. A right of entry, a power of termination. Both are
the same thing.Ó
ÒWell,Ó I said. ÒThat settles that.Ó
ÒNot quite,Ó Sam said. ÒWhat do you keep if you have a fee simple
absolute, and give a life estate to Wilson? For example: ÔO to A.Õ
ÒNot ÔA and his heirsÕ?Ó I asked.
ÒNo, dummy. ThatÕs a fee simple. WeÕre creating a life estate,Ó Sam
said.
ÒOh, okay,Ó I replied. ÔO to A.Õ That gives Wilson a life estate. So I
must retain a possibility of reverter.Ó
ÒNo! No! No!Ó Sam said. ÒYou WILL get the property back as soon as
Wilson dies. And he stinks so much heÕll probably die tomorrow. So what
do you think you retain?Ó
ÒUh,Ó I said, feeling around in my head. ÒA reversion?Ó
ÒRight,Ó Sam said. ÒYou have a reversion. ItÕs not a mere possibility
that youÕll get the land back. You WILL get it back, as soon as Wilson dies.
So you have a reversion.Ó
ÒBut,Ó I said. ÒThe rule against perpetuities insists that I must get
that land back within 21 years. What if Wilson doesnÕt die for another 30
years? DoesnÕt that violate the rule against perpetuities?Ó
ÒThe reversion is also an exception to the rule against perpetuities,Ó
Sam said.
ÒA ruleÕs not much good if it has lots of exceptions to it,Ó I replied.
ÒWell, it is an exception. So live with it,Ó Sam said. ÒAnd now, let
us detail the grand scheme of property law. First, we have our estates in
land:
Freehold Estates in Land
---------------------------
fee simple
fee tail
life estate
Non-Freehold Estates in Land
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estate for years
periodic estate
estate at will
tenancy at sufferance
ÒNow letÕs zero in on the first estate, the fee simple,Ó Sam said.
ÒWe have:
fee simple (absolute)
fee simple determinable
fee simple subject to a condition subsequent
ÒNow, for the heck of it, letÕs zero in on the fee tail,Ó Sam said. ÒWe
have:
fee simple conditional (prior to 1285)
fee tail (after 1285)
ÒNow, those are the estates, listed above, from Ôtop to bottom,ÕÓ
Sam said. ÒFrom the mighty fee simple, all the way down to the measly
estate at will, and below the estate at will, the tenancy at sufferance,
where the person is a squatter who isnÕt supposed to be on the land at all.
ÒBut,Ó Sam continued. ÒWe need not only see Property Law from top
to bottom. We can see it from side to side. LetÕs take the fee simple. We
can divide that up, as I said, from Ôside to side.Õ
ÒYou and I might own a fee simple together, Joe,Ó Sam said. ÒWe
might be Joint Tenants, both of us holding together, at the same time, a
piece of land in fee simple. This might very well happen if we were
married. ÔHusband and Wife, holding land in fee simple AS joint tenants.Õ
ÒAnother way we might hold land is as tenants in common,Ó Sam
said. ÒAnd there are other ways you and I, Joe, and perhaps others with
us, could own an estate in fee simple.Ó
ÒHmmm,Ó I said. ÒSo we must look at the Law of Property not only
from top to bottom, from the mighty fee simple down to the tenancy at
sufferance, but also when we look at any piece of land there might be
MORE than one person who owns it?Ó
ÒExactly,Ó Sam said. ÒOwning that one piece of land concurrently, at
the same time, together. As Joint Tenants, or Tenants in Common, or in
some other way. But I have wasted enough time with you. ItÕs time for me
to get back to my studying (and spamming!)Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I said.
And so I left. Now I knew about Land from Ôtop to bottomÕ and from
Ôside to side,Õ but I was still a homeless bum.
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