Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 37
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bondage Bliss
Chapter One
"How much clothing will I be wearing?" Lisa asked. She had no
intention of starring in a pornographic film.
"Just what you'd be wearing at the beach, but made out of leaves and
leopard skin," Elspeth said. She returned the album to the bookcase,
sparing Jill from another display of her bottom. "There are two topless
scenes, though. Is that something you can handle?"
Lisa considered this new development. She had been in a wet T-shirt
contest once in high school, so perhaps being totally topless wouldn't be
so bad.
"I-I guess it'd be O.K.," Lisa said, drooping her head as she spoke.
"Good!" Elspeth said. "Now, at your convenience I must actually see
your breasts before I give final approval to your part. I'm sure you
understand?"
"Of course," Lisa found herself mouthing. She sat for a moment as an
air of expectancy hung over the room. With interviews and filming
scheduled for tomorrow, "at your convenience" meant little more than
"now."
Elspeth, however, was exquisitely demure. After a moment she
invited the girls to rise and accompany her into the dinette. Upon arriving
she poured drinks for the girls and offered them cheese. They sat down. A
bit of feminine small talk ensued and then Elspeth asked Jill to undo her
vest.
"Let me see your breasts again, dear," Elspeth said to Jill. "I want to
make sure you are right for the part." Without a moment's delay Jill
matter-of-factly unbuttoned her tan vest and shrugged it off her
shoulders. Her ample breasts jiggled freely, their white flesh almost
glowing in the soft light of the little dining area.
"Yes, perfect," Elspeth said. "Lisa? Would you feel comfortable now
showing us yours?" With two bare breasted women before her, one an
affluent movie producer, Lisa began to feel a bit silly at her modesty. She
was, after all, only an 18-year-old college freshman. Penniless boys in
high school had gotten more from her than these generous women
currently were getting.
Lisa lifted her fingers to her blouse and slowly undid the buttons.
She sluffed off the thin material, revealing a white, lacy bra. Lisa
reached behind her, her breasts jutting forth as she did so, and undid the
brassiere. Her breasts nearly sprung out of their restraining material as
its clasp was undone. Lisa slipped the bra down her slim, tanned arms and
put it aside. She stretched her torso upward and out, displaying her
bounteous mammaries to her acquaintances.
"My, you have fine breasts," Elspeth said. "As you know I can only
have the most exquisite bosoms in my film, as they will be blown up to
over 40 feet on a movie screen." This statement caused Lisa to blush with
embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, dear, I didn't mean to frighten you by saying that," Elspeth
apologized. "But I am proud to say that you have met all my expectations.
I guessed right when I saw you in that lingerie shop. Stand up, that I may
see you and Jill together!" Both girls rose. Lisa stood beside Jill, her
newfound friend. They were both almost the same height, with Lisa being
half an inch taller. She spied herself in a mirror on the far wall, and
together, topless as they were, she had to admit that she and Jill looked
just like a pair of Amazons.
"Are you sure you don't want to come to the party?" Jill asked Lisa.
"What must I wear?" Lisa asked. She felt the wine beginning to
soften her resistance.
"Not nearly what the men must wear," Jill said. "Those poor fellows
have to put on cock thongs, to encase their dicks and balls. They'll look
cute, though, with their little bow ties and all."
"You mean, everyone will basically be naked?" Lisa asked, eyes
widening. If the men at the party looked anything like the men in the
photo album...
"First you strip naked, totally naked, in a private room, though
usually with a friend or two," Elspeth said. "Then you dress again, but in
bondage gear. Of course as the proprietress of this establishment I'm
exempt. But you and Jill could help each other out of your clothes and into
the gear."
"Let's do it!" Jill said to Lisa. "We could work on our Amazon parts
with the men, even tying some of them up."
"What if they want to tie me up instead?" Lisa asked.
"That's the fun of it," Jill said. "You wear the bondage straps to
indicate that at some point in the evening you're willing to be tied up in
whatever manner someone wants you. But the decision is still up to you.
Me and Elspeth will keep an eye on you to make sure that no man grabs
you." Elspeth gave a meaningful swish with a cane, startling Lisa.
"I'll be armed, so you won't have to worry," Elspeth smiled. Lisa
relented. She allowed Jill to take her hand and, bare breasted, they
retraced their path to the room adjoining the entrance to the house. Upon
entering they found two other girls undressing.
Jill made introductions and then shimmied out of her miniskirt. Lisa
shyly unzipped her shorts and stepped out of them. The two girls she had
just met were undeniably beautiful, each one of them more than endowed
to play an Amazon chieftess. Lisa suddenly felt lucky to have been given
the part, no matter how much Elspeth might praise her charms.
"You can keep your heels on," Jill smiled when the girls had stripped.
"Men like us better that way."
Lisa was handed a pair of ominous looking leather wrist cuffs. They
were pliant yet sturdy, with moderately sized brass rings attached.
"What are the rings for?" Lisa asked. She fumbled with the
drawstrings of the cuffs, leading Jill to offer to tie them on her.
"The rings are so that you can be tied down with chains or ropes, but
that's not saying you have to be," Jill smiled. She pulled the black
drawstrings tight about Lisa's wrist. Then she took the other cuff from
Lisa's hand and began binding it about her other wrist.
Lisa was no more experienced with ankle cuffs, and Jill knelt and
put those on her as well. A leather belt about her waist followed, and
then a strap just above each of her knees. Finally a leather collar was
knotted about her neck.
"You never know what position a potential lover might want to put
you in," Jill said. "With all this you'll be sure to be ready for whatever he
has in mind." Lisa shivered, certain that she would never relent to being
tied down by anyone. She wouldn't mind helping Jill tie down a young man,
though...her nipples perked up at the thought.
The two girls, finishing just ahead of Jill and Lisa, preceded them
into the adjoining ballroom. Jill invited Lisa to peek around the door as
the girls exited. Lisa caught her breath as she spotted a plethora of well
hung studs decked out in Chippendale-like bondage attire, with equally
decadent looking women at their elbows. This would be one amazing
party, head and shoulders above anything Lisa had ever participated in at
high school. She thought back with sudden disdain on events which, at the
time, had seemed impossibly decedent. Now they were as little more than
an elementary school game of Post Office.
Lisa entered the room as elegantly as she could. Not too many heads
turned to gaze upon her, which was a great relief. Yet for those who did
turn she sashayed with as much dignity as she could muster, rolling her
hips and letting her bosoms bounce freely, as if she cared not that their
pink areolas were visible to all who cared to look. Despite the leather
straps she felt utterly naked, like a newborn babe at the head of a parade.
Lisa tossed her hair back and accepted with quiet reserve a glass of
Chivas from a male.
"This is Lisa," Jill said to the man. "She's to star in Elspeth's new
Amazon movie."
Chapter Two
Despite the enormously sexy appeal of the bondage gear the next
fifteen minutes passed as temperately as if they had been held at some
congressional dinner party. Jill introduced Lisa to each of the guests in
turn, and each was delighted to hear of her new role. Lisa recognized
several from the photo album, none unfortunately whom she had chosen,
and they were most solicitous. But always Jill kept things moving so that
Lisa did not find herself tied down, so to speak, and thereby miss the
introductions to the other invites.
"Welcome to my pleasure/pain party," Elspeth announced, suddenly
appearing in the room with a cat o' nine tails in hand. "I'm gratified so
many of you could come, considering the trials at least some of you will
accede to before the night is through." A young girl came up to Elspeth and
loitered by her side, apparently hoping for her attention. Furnished as
Elspeth was with a whip, Lisa wondered why the girl did not keep her
distance. Then she realized it was precisely because of the whip, and
Elspeth's apparent dexterity with it, that the girl sought the woman's
attention. Lisa shivered. This was definitely not a high school debauch.
The man with whom Lisa and Jill were currently speaking seemed to
hold some special attraction for Lisa's friend. A drop of pre-come began
oozing from the man's penis and Jill noticed it. Wordlessly she bent
forward and licked the pre-come from the tip of the man's penis, her
breasts dangling deliciously as she did so. Then she stood upright and
smiled at him.
"I wouldn't want you to stain Elspeth's carpet," she smiled.
"Of course not," the man answered with a wry grin.
The conversation picked up and continued for another moment
between them when suddenly the man claimed he saw milk oozing from
one of Jill's nipples. He bent forward and took her nipple into his mouth.
Jill emitted a small squeal and the man began nursing. Lisa, suddenly
enticed by her friend's pleasant predicament, lifted a finger to Jill's
nipple and flicked it.
"I don't see any milk," Lisa said.
"Neither do I," Jill giggled. The man, named Mark, left off with Jill's
right breast and turned to her left, the one Lisa had flicked. He swore he
saw milk there too and began suckling it.
"He must have better eyes than we," Jill smiled. Then her eyes
widened in mock astonishment. "Look, Lisa, you have milk coming out of
one of your breasts!" No sooner had Jill spoken than the man left off her
bosom and turned to Lisa's. Before Lisa could protest the man was at her,
sucking her nipple between his teeth as if she had just given birth to him.
It felt delightful, despite Lisa's attempts to suppress her arousal. Jill put
a hand to Lisa's bottom and snuggled close.
"We should slip off to one of the cottages," Jill said quietly.
"The what?" Lisa said, shifting uncertainly as the man continued to
nurse. Suddenly the man stood upright.
"That sounds great," he said, and took one of Lisa's hands while Jill
took the other. With faltering steps she let them lead her up to a woman,
dressed in black like Elspeth, but with a leather corset that covered her
breasts while displaying her furred mount. At Jill's request the woman
reached inside her bodice and withdrew a small key which she handed to
her. Jill accepted it gratefully and the woman bid them to have fun.
Lisa was anxious about their destination but somewhat glad to be
free of the admiring stares of the nude partiers. She followed her friends
hand in hand as they led her though the mansion and out onto the grounds in
the rear, Mark's erect penis lewdly pointing the way. It was evening now,
and the night air felt cool against Lisa's bare skin. Above a sickled moon
was rising to compete with the stars in splashing silvered light upon her
breasts. They passed several tiny cabins, finally coming upon one whose
number matched that upon Jill's key. An owl hooted as Jill unlocked the
cabin door. Once they were inside Jill turned and bolted the door behind
her.
A low cot-like bed was pushed against one wall, while next to the
other wall stood a trestle. At once Mark fetched the trestle and set it
firmly in the middle of the room. Jill picked out a pillow and strapped it
to the top of the trestle with two ordinary leather belts which Mark
handed her. After positioning the pillows and placing the belts upon them
Jill knelt and pulled the belts tight and buckled them beneath the trestle.
Lisa stood watching all this, not sure what these odd preparations
portended but certain that they were fraught with sexual overtones.
Jill rose and took Lisa by the hand.
"Would you like to try the trestle?" Jill asked Lisa brightly.
"Wh-what do I do?" Lisa said.
"Just bend over it, silly, and see whether or not it is the right height
for you." Lisa walked up to the trestle, aware that Mark's eyes, both those
in his head and that on the tip of his cock, were relishing her. Jill gave
Lisa's back a gentle nudge and, suddenly wishing to impress Mark, Lisa
allowed herself to be bent forward until her tummy pressed against the
pillow and her hair cascaded down the opposite side of the trestle to splay
upon the wooden floor.
"Just right," Jill said. "We won't have to adjust the legs a bit." She
knelt and pressed one of Lisa's wrists against the side of the trestle.
There a ring opened to receive the ring on Lisa's wrist and snapped shut
over it.
"Hey!" Lisa cried. She reached with her free hand to depress the ring
upon the trestle and free herself, but Mark caught her. He drove her free
arm back against the other leg of the trestle and fastened it there.
"What's the matter, don't you like the trestle?" Jill blithely asked
Lisa.
"No, please let me up," Lisa pleaded. Jill reached back and opened the
drawer of a chiffonier. She drew forth a slim chain and looped it about
one of the rings on the belt at Lisa's waist. Then she ran it underneath the
trestle and through a brass ring there, then back up and around a ring on
the other side of Lisa's waist. Mark produced a small lock and threaded it
through one of the links in the chain, then clicked it shut upon the ring at
Lisa's waist. The trestle was too heavy for Lisa to stand upright, lifting
it with her. She was truly captive to her friend's desires.
Mark and Jill plopped down on the bed and admired their handiwork.
Lisa looked askance at one of the full length mirrors in the room and saw
her own naked bottom reflected from another mirror behind her. It looked
vulnerable, and as if to emphasize that fact Jill slipped a whip from
beneath one of the pillows on the cot and handed it to Mark.
"Please, let me go," Lisa begged. Mark slashed the floor with the
whip. Jill rose and poured drinks for herself and her new boyfriend.
"Jill, please? I don't like this!" Lisa said, her voice full of fear.
"Shhh, darling, we're not going to hurt you," Jill said calmly. She sat
back down next to Mark, handed him a glass of Burgundy, and bent forward
to slip her glass beneath his dick and catch a stringy dollop of pre-come.
Then they toasted each other and sipped their wine.
Lisa wanted to cry for help but knew none of the other partiers, even
if they heard her, would feel anything more than an enhancement of their
own lust. And the grounds of the mansion were too remote to attract any
other listeners. She was truly in a predicament, bare-assed naked with a
wicked whip just inches away. Behind her, beyond the lovely milky
whiteness of her bottom, Jill slipped to her knees and took Mark's penis
into her mouth. Lisa realized with resignation that any pleading now
would fall on deaf ears. Remorsefully she felt her own arousal heighten
as she watched her friend suckle Mark's manly prick. She licked her lips,
longing against her better judgement to take her friend's place.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Penthouse International Pets April 1996, $5.50.
Review: One great thing about working for yourself is you get to
work without your pants on. This is very helpful when reviewing a
magazine like this one. Most of Bob GuccioneÕs mags are Òsame old, same
old.Ó In fact, they are reprints of material already featured in Penthouse.
Sometimes theyÕre even reprints of reprints of reprints. IÕve seen some
pictorials reprinted again and again, in various ÒspecialÓ issues like this
one. Let me tell you, if thereÕs one man who knows how to fully ÒmilkÓ his
material, itÕs Guccione.
This Ònewsstand specialÓ issue is actually worth buying. Sure, IÕve
seen the ÒbutchÓ girl on the cover 1,000 times already, and the
photospreads inside are basically the standard Guccione layout: ÒShow
girl, show cunt, show cunt again, show cunt again, show next girl, etc.Ó
But these are girls IÕve not seen much of and some of them are darned
healthy to look at, if not actually ÒPlayboy-perfectÓ when it comes to
looks. We see various girls from various parts of the world (reprinted, I
imagine, from International issues of Penthouse.) Norway, the
Netherlands (all the Òass menÓ live there), and even Hungary. That gal
from Hungary really knows how to bend over and lift up her leg. Could you
please lift it a little higher in that last shot, maÕam? I canÕt quite see
what youÕre showing me... (Just kidding! ThatÕs a really great photo,
actually, one of those Òthis is a shitty magazine but IÕve GOT to have THAT
photoÓ photos!)
And then there is the lady from Australia. This is a Woman, by God,
no doubt about it. She says if she likes a guy sheÕll walk right up to him
and proposition him. And, you know, she looks like she would, too. An
amazing, mesmerizing woman. Our resident pedophile almost gave up his
religion looking at her. (Temple of Pan, in case you were wondering.)
Fortunately, he ejaculated very quickly, looking at her, so there was
(hopefully) little permanent damage done to his beliefs.
As you probably know, all the Penthouse magazines are now filled up
with advertising in the back for various telemarketing services.
Sometimes there are good pictures there, but IÕve seen most of Ôem too
many times, and you probably have too, so thereÕs no merit in ÔreviewingÕ
them.
All in all a good issue, one of the few actually worth leaving your
house to go buy.
AND IN THE END...
DUNBLANE REVISITED
ÒMoral reflection, if it is to lead to moral results, has to consist of
an exhaustive and empathetic assessment of the impact of oneÕs actions
on others, including even the despised and the outcast.Ó - Time, March 25,
1996, pg. 73.
ÒLove thy neighbour as thyself.Ó - Jesus Christ, Mark 12:31
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