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In this issue: GIRLS and WAR
(what more could you ask for?)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 362
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter One
ÒVery good,Ó Maria said. She touched a finger to KateÕs throat and
briefly kissed her lips, as if to reward her for a job well done. Then she
reached back and untied the ribbon that held KateÕs hair in a pony tail.
ÒYou have lovely hair,Ó Maria complimented the girl. She fanned it out on
her hands and then fluffed KateÕs hair so that Kate felt like a pretty doll
being prepared for a wedding.
Still wearing her blouse, whose tail was fashionably short so that it
didnÕt cover an inch of her bottom, with her vest tightly around her body
but hiding nothing, Kate was walked to a corner and faced into it.
ÒYou must not watch us undress, dear,Ó Maria said simply. Behind
herself Kate heard a shucking off of clothing. Even as she heard this she
was shocked to hear the doorbell ring, and more guests arrive. She bit her
lip and trembled as, facing the wall, she heard these new guests welcomed
with soft hellos and told to undress. This was so sinful! Yet, with her
hands and arms so tightly bound behind her, showing off her nude white
bottom as if it were a trophy, Kate knew she could do nothing. She bowed
her head in an attempt at modesty. Maybe they would spare her if she
looked properly contrite, she reasoned. And then she remembered the men.
In particular, her boyfriend.
Kate could only imagine what her lover must look like now that he
had a chance to remove his sometimes uncomfortable clothing. She stood
waiting, with her cheeks huddling into her, her hands resting on their
plump surfaces. She could feel the cold steel of the handcuffs around her
wrists pressing hard into the soft whiteness of her bottom. With cuffs
also restraining and binding her elbows, she was made to stand very
straight. She wondered, as she stood there listening to them undress,
tasting the bra that had been stuffed into her mouth, whether she would
experience other feelings upon her bottom this night, and whether it would
be so white in the morning.
A light, almost airy touch on her shoulders. Maria turned Kate
around to face the guests. There were almost twice as many now. For a
moment Kate was startled. The men, who had been so decent and reserved
before, now rudely offered her their bare penises. Several stood with
their hands on their hips and Kate blushed as she saw how trim their hips
were and how trim and sleek and muscled their bodies. In the midst of
each pair of male hips, where the bush lay and where a girl would have
offered nothing, stood up a very stiff pestle of flesh. It made no bones
about its purpose. It throbbed with a life of its own and Kate was forced
to stare at each of the pee holes on each of the menÕs penises.
Was she a toilet? Kate gulped at the thought. What only a urinal
usually saw, a big cockhead with its pee slit presented, she was now
seeing. Staring at, for she couldnÕt take her eyes off the sight of so many
male penises clustered around her, showing interest in her, a girl of only
19 with her hands cuffed so neatly behind her back.
While Kate blushed, the other females, who had shown such an
interest in her earlier, hung back this time, letting the males be closest
to her. The girls nibbled diffidently at aperitifs. One filled glasses with
punch. Kate felt suddenly thirsty and wanted to ask for a cup of punch but
she was afraid she would be given wine again instead, and forced to get
drunk.
Instinctively Kate looked for her lover. But Mark was gone. Maria
noticed her darting eyes and softly stroked her bare shoulder.
ÒYour lover has been given the girl of his pick and sent upstairs,Ó
Maria explained. ÒSo that you will be forced to rely on us. Now you cannot
rely on him for guidance or comfort, but only on us.Ó
A distinct cracking sound came suddenly to all their ears and they
looked up. Leather on bare flesh. It was unmistakable. A female cry was
heard, and a woman with a glass of punch in her hand giggled, spurting out
a little punch from her lips, though she tried to catch it with her hand. It
hit her friend on the breast and since her friend had undressed she was hit
directly by the punch, and it speckled her skin. The woman whoÕd lost
herself in giggles bent forward and licked up the punch that decorated her
companionÕs bare bosom.
ÒTch. He is being hard on her,Ó Maria said, looking up at the ceiling
as another scream broke from above. Maria bared her teeth a little as she
spoke, as if plotting vengeance. Her grip on KateÕs frail shoulder
tightened. Kate felt her bosoms wobble on her chest. She wanted to
shrink and run away before these partygoers. Her eyes were big in her
face and her body was quite waifish and small, except for her large heavy
breasts and her legs which looked very long because they were so slim.
She felt frail and she gasped as a female, stepping up to a table with a
lamp on it, set her drink down on top of the table and opened its single
drawer. Dipping her hand within, the female drew out a riding crop. It
was short and businesslike, with a tough hard handle. At its tip was an
oversized loop, made of leather. Kate wondered if the big loop was made
that way to appeal to the eyes of children. It reminded her of childrenÕs
heads, how they often appeared larger than their bodies, giving them the
look of little bobbing-headed darlings. Now the crop, with its childish,
loopy head, was brought by the female whoÕd drawn it out up to Maria. The
dark-haired woman, naked now except for her bouffant hairdo, accepted
the crop. Still holding Kate, she whisked it briskly through the air. Kate
watched wide-eyed as it whistled past her bosoms, with their fine-tipped
points, and past her tummy which seemed to have sunk within her,
showing off her ribs as if she were an animal about to be broasted and
eaten. The men, uncontrollably hard and breathtakingly long, drew back a
little, lest Maria bobbitize one of their penises with her new toy.
Screams permeated the ceiling above, as a slow cracking of leather
worked itself upon some poor helpless female bottom.
Kate felt she could hardly breathe. Butterflies flew in her soft,
small indrawn tummy. Her legs trembled. She realized she was way in
over her head. No wonder her parents had disapproved of her dating an
older man! No college boy could have gotten her into something this deep,
she reckoned. The wildest frat party was always somewhat silly in the
end, with drunken boys dancing around vomiting puke or challenging each
other to pee on passersby from an upstairs window. This was quite
different. Here, the men seemed not the least drunk, but Kate was staring
at their penises nonetheless, and they seemed much harder than frat boyÕs
penises, almost implacable, like policemen enforcing the law.
The law of Nature? No, Kate gasped to herself, for whips and riding
crops and such things were hardly what missionaries would approve of,
despite their accord with the missionary position. Here was where people
played who were outside the ambit of God, or what He and her parents
approved of. These were not mere boys on a lark. These were men with
real jobs and real responsibilities whoÕd chosen (yes, chosen!) to get
together and strip naked and play wicked, decadent games. And the women
were no better. By day they might be models, or private secretaries, or
even businesswomen, but now they were stripped of all but their lovely
hairdos and eyeing the crop in MariaÕs hand as if it were something more
than just an implement for encouraging horses. Kate imagined that women
like these would, by day, scold men for complimenting them on their busts
(or perhaps even their dresses) but now they stood with perky nipples
waiting and hoping for attention from men. A few cupped the balls of
their lovers encouragingly, from behind, still softly sipping their drinks
as they weighed the hot swimming sperm sacks that hung so acutely.
Fingers drew themselves along the freely displayed male organs, sizing
them up, finding them especially hard and daunting. The men remained
with their eyes fixed on Kate.
ÒHe has my wife upstairs,Ó the closest male said as a new scream
broke from above. ÒLet me be the one to punish her.Ó The man spoke to
Maria. He was the least attractive one present, Kate thought, with a face
like a boxer whoÕd boxed too long, and a knotted, muscled body, like
someone who works out but does it badly, without the sleek tall well-
formed look that Kate so much admired. His cock, though big, resembled a
sausage more than a cucumber. Everything about him spoke of meanness,
of deprivation and revenge.
Maria fixed her crop between two fingers, balancing it there with
her fingertips free so that she could use her hand for other purposes,
while still holding the crop, holding it like one might hold a cigarette. She
reached up to KateÕs chin and pulled it down.
ÒI must take out your bra, dear. You might choke on it or swallow
the end of it,Ó Maria said. She pulled the stringy, lacy fabric from KateÕs
mouth and Kate sighed. But no sooner was her mouth unplugged than a
woman, circling around almost unnoticed, set down her drink and whipped
a gag quickly around KateÕs mouth.
HOT OFF THE PRESS
by holy joe
VIETNAM, Number 1, $5.99. Starlog Entertainment, 475 Park Avenue South,
New York, NY 10016. No web site listed. (By mail: send $4.99 plus $2.50
postage and handling.)
Review: A long time ago, in a land far away, there was a war.
America lost. It was called Vietnam.
As you know, in our Pedophile Studies Department (right across the
hall from Feminist Studies, Gay Studies, and Afro-American Studies) we
are reading a book. ItÕs called ÒFire in the Streets.Ó (ISBN: 0-935553-
18-5) ItÕs a book about the Tet Offensive, specifically, about the Battle
for Hue. There are some very good maps in that book. However, I have
found another map, in this issue of Vietnam, which shows the various
movements of the various army battalions as they fought for Hue. I
recommend the map in this magazine. Those weirdly numbered battalions
(such as: ÒK4B Battalion 4th Inf. Reg.Ó) can be quite hard to follow. This
map makes everything crystal clear.
Also in this issue is an Adobe Illustrator-style fold-out diagram of
a B-52 bomber and an F-4 Phantom. IÕm not much of a fan of Adobe
Illustrator-style art. IÕm old enough to remember when such fold-outs, in
books and magazines, were beautiful paintings or drawings. Alas, those
days are gone. Now everyone seems to use Adobe Illustrator. ItÕs cheaper,
I suppose. The only drawback is it looks cheap too.
ym, Young and Modern, May 1998, $2.95. Subscription Service: 1-800-
727-9696. No web site listed.
Review: Temple of Pan devotees will be thrilled with this issue.
ThereÕs a swimsuit section. (Page 106.) It features a wholesome young
blonde, bronzed by the sun, playing with her girlfriends in a tropical park.
Just ahead of the swimsuit photos is a section depicting all the
different types of swimsuits a YM reader might wear. Now you can speak
with authority on the difference between a crop top and a halter top.
(Page 104.)
While weÕre giving our worshipful attention to the girls in the
swimsuit section, many girls will be admiring this issueÕs cover. My
brother Leonardo DiCaprio is on the cover.
Nordstrom BP style, Number 2, free. From the creators of YM. E-mail:
npta@nordstrom-pta.com Phone: 1-800-695-8000.
Review: Now hereÕs a magazine cover I can get into: a wholesome
young blonde, clad in hip-hugging jeans, with a blouse so short it leaves
her belly-button showing! I really liked this issue. ÒLifeÕs a Beach,Ó page
29, features the cover-girl stripped down to a bikini. Beside her is a
luscious brunette. Who needs the movie Lolita when youÕve got this
magazine?
ÒCosmic beauty,Ó page 12, is a fascinating section that helps girls
pick which look is best for them, based on their astrological sign. Carl
Sagan would object, but it is snazzy to look at.
ÒBoys on the side,Ó page 70, features full-color portraits of young
men. I have no idea why Ôlittle girlsÕ would have an interest in ogling
grown men, but I guess they do.
Skank, June 1998, $6.99. Web: http://www.swankmag.com
Review: Nude girls with lovely white skin engage in a Ômuff munch.Õ
(Page 69). I really liked this pictorial! Someday IÕm going to have a harem
and my girls are going to do this all day; keeping themselves constantly
aroused in case I need a quick fuck. Swank has a very good track record of
doing Ônaughty but wholesomeÕ girl/girl pictorials like this one. If youÕre
looking for a back issue to buy, with a good girl/girl pictorial, I
recommend the August 1997 issue. The ad for back issues is on page 76.
Penthouse Bathing Beauties, May 1998, $5.99. Web:
http://www.penthousemag.com
Review: A high-quality issue. The Penthouse special issues can vary
quite a bit. Some are good. Some are junk. This issue is a must if you
like: young, perfect females. Pinned-up long hair. Soap, bubbles, and
spraying water. Plus licking tongues and probing fingers, teasing a girl to
an orgasm in a warm bath.
Shit. Now I need a bath, and a pair of clean underpants too!
What I really liked about this issue is that some of the girls look
like slave-pets. There are several pictorials in which you see a totally
perfect girl sitting alone in a gorgeous tub, her hair neatly arranged,
staring out at the camera like sheÕs been captured.
ÒYes, my pretty, youÕre all mine now. HA! HA! HA!Ó the evil nerd
says.
If you have Anne RiceÕs Sleeping Beauty trilogy, this magazine is the
perfect companion to it.
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Ò[This is a poem from] my chapbook entitled, ÒEven On The Longest
Day,Ó writes David R. Hadley.
ÒI am originally from Washington D.C. and am very familiar with the
poetry circuit there. I participated in many poetry readings and various
other functions.Ó (Bodily functions? - h.j.) ÒI have never published and my
works have only been herd [sic] through these readings.Ó
(untitled)
by David R. Hadley
There is the lonely drone of an engine
In my head
Keeping this facade at a distance
The wolf in his den
And a thin membrane
Of passive aggression
Keeping it all in check
I waited
Patiently
Already knowing you would
Finish the final chapter
While I was getting a drink of water
Then you left
Then you left again
And I stood there
With my dick in my hand
And the wolf biting my ass
AND IN THE END...
PROTECT THE CHILDREN?
ÒIraqi doctors had forgotten how to treat malnutrition -- now it
is our main work,Ó says Abdulla Hussain, director of a pediatric clinic
in Baghdad. ÒOur children are dying in front of us.Ó
- Newsweek, March 16, 1998, pg. 41.
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ÒSome diplomats privately fear that Iraq under sanctions may
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