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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 371
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Two
ÒOh, please donÕt whip me!Ó Kate begged. For an answer Maria,
smirking, picked up KateÕs pacifier from where it had fallen near the
baseboard and put it to the girlÕs lips. ÒOpen wide, babykins. I can see
youÕll need this!Ó Maria laughed. There was derision in her laugher, yet
Kate, the 19-year-old college sophomore, grabbed at the pacifier with her
teeth, for she knew that it would comfort her. She did not want to grind
her teeth or grit them. SheÕd seen a man tortured once on T.V., fictionally,
and heÕd been given a rubber bit to hold between his teeth so that he
wouldnÕt damage them. That had been his sole consolation that his captors
had given him.
So, realizing pleading was quite useless, Kate accepted the pacifier
as her only friend. Maria, with her foot up on the bed, imposing her
dominion over both Kate and Cindy, stroked her ass. ÒYou wonÕt have your
hiney done until tomorrow,Ó Maria told Kate. ÒTry to shit beforehand if
you can, for youÕll hurt afterward, and it will be hard to wipe for awhile.Ó
MariaÕs voice was controlled, like a doctor or an anesthesiologist, or for
that matter, a well-bosomed nurse, briefing a patient before an operation.
Yet there was nothing wrong with Kate. They would make her sore, for no
reason but their own erotic pleasure. Kate wished that her lover were
present. In front of him, she might suffer anything, but he was elsewhere.
Perhaps playing, with someone else, while she suffered bravely for him in
his absence. She felt like a woman left in a maternity ward, worried
about her husbandÕs proclivities at home while she bore them both a child.
ÒHow many?Ó Cindy asked Maria. ÒCan I give her lots?Ó Her braids
bobbed as she asked. Her eyes were wide and eager.
ÒSix,Ó Maria replied, stroking KateÕs bottom with her fingers and
then questing lightly down between her legs, tickling KateÕs cunny.
ÒAward her six. Slowly, mind you. I want her to feel each one for as long
as possible before the next is delivered. Let her absorb the pain. She is
getting these for her master, to show him that she loves him and will do
whatever he asks, and to prove to him and herself that she is, or soon will
be, after IÕve trained her, a woman.Ó
Kate jerked as Maria delved into her tight purse. ÒLift your bottom,
Kate!Ó Maria said. ÒShow it like you are proud of it, for you should be. It
is perfect, and so white. I almost hate to see it marked. Lift it, girl, and
dip your back, or youÕll feel more strokes than just the half dozen IÕve
planned for you!Ó
Biting down hard on her pacifier, shutting her eyes so as to block at
least a little of the humiliation of the act, Kate opened her legs even more
and stuck up her bottom as sassily as she could. At the same time she
dropped her tummy as far as she could, yet she still remained standing,
clinging to the ring above her head, so that she seemed like a well-offered
female if ever there was one. The world, she thought vaguely to herself,
was based on this: the female offering herself up like this to her chosen
male. Earth would be quite barren without it, she consoled herself.
SWICCKK! Kate bolted upright. The sound of the crop striking into
her taut thighs struck her ears even as the implement itself made its
mark upon her sweet columns of flesh. With a supreme effort Kate kept
her lips closed around her pacifier. She heard a whine as she clenched her
teeth and jammed her bottom cheeks together, rotating her ass in a futile
attempt to throw off the cropÕs sting.
ÒDo not draw your thighs together!Ó Maria warned Kate in a loud
voice. Kate tried to press one knee into the back of the other, and felt
MariaÕs well-manicured hand award her a sharp slap on her white bottom.
ÒOooooooh!Ó Kate whined behind the insucking presence of her
pacifier. She pulled one of her knees out from behind the other, yet felt
desperate not to, yet knew she must or the crop might well strike at her
lovely-peach bottoms, not just her thighs.
ÒThatÕs it, thatÕs it,Ó Maria complimented as Kate, struggling
against herself, opened her legs. It was a rude stance Maria made her
take, with her ass gyrating about even as she parted her thighs and showed
her cunt to her whipmistress. Kate flushed deeply as an image of her own
mother entering the bedroom flashed through her mind. SheÕd been caught
with a boyfriend once, at 13. What would mom say to this? Kate felt like
an animal trying to pee, her legs apart, showing her cunt for all the world
to see, dipping her back in expectation that if she didnÕt, sheÕd be
punished.
ÒYes, show yourself, show your cunt, donÕt try to hide your pretty
sex between those lovely thighs of yours,Ó Maria laughed in a voice that
sounded like tinkling bells. ÒLet me see your cunt! What a doll you are!
Pray that you do not feel the crop swept up between your legs to sting
your cunt, young lady! But keep your legs open to show your bravery.
Another one, Cindy. Let me see her squirm even more dramatically!Ó
Cindy obliged. Kate felt a burning line draw itself smartly across
her thighs and, instinctively, she jammed one knee behind the other again.
MariaÕs hand was quick. Kate felt her bottom slapped and, desperate as if
to pee, kept her legs this time together, and refused to open them.
ÒShe will need seven,Ó Maria said to Cindy, and waved to the girl to
deliver another cut.
ÒYeeeochchch!Ó Kate howled. Somewhere in mid-howl she dropped
her pacifier. Nobody picked it up for her this time. It lay upon the
coverlet, wet with KateÕs saliva. KateÕs eyes brimmed with tears and she
felt her face grow red as she performed most gracelessly in front of
Maria. She shook her bottom like some pagan nudist tribeswoman in Haiti
and felt just about as moral. She squeezed her cheeks, brazenly, as if she
were in private but, in fact, two women were watching her and, no doubt,
would report all her little movements to her lover and, perhaps even
worse, to anyone with him.
ÒShe shook her ass so hilariously!Ó Kate could just hear Maria
crowing, in a far off bedroom where even now KateÕs lover might be
loosing himself into some fair maiden. A maiden without cuts across the
front and the back of her thighs, and under her breasts and upon her soft
belly.
ÒGive it again. She is not being good like she should be,Ó Maria said
calmly to Cindy, as Kate wept and pressed her face to the wall and let her
bottom sag and rotate untidily.
SWACKCKCK! A juicy cut slammed into Kate, and she shot herself
upright, howling at the ceiling. She pressed her tummy against the wall
and felt the old lines where Maria had punished her belly earlier in the
evening. Behind, just below her slapped bottom, her thighs shook and fell
open, Kate not daring to close herself now. Kate lost her foothold on the
bed and found herself dangling from the ring in the wall by her fingers and
her chained wrists. She scrabbled back up again, finding her footing upon
the bed, but it was too late. For her gracelessness Cindy awarded her
another hard cut.
The rest were delivered remorselessly, and when the job was done
they left her there, in the dark, unable to reach her fruit, hanging from the
ring with her ass bare and her thighs in flames. Sharp lines of pain
glowed across her legs. It was as if the little silver bell had tortured her.
It had transferred its glow to her thighs. Kate cried and sobbed and rubbed
her face against the felt, not caring if she smeared her makeup.
An hour passed, or perhaps much less than an hour. Kate was too
busy weeping and feeling sorry for herself to keep track of time. A large
figure entered behind her. At first Kate thought it was a man. When she
turned her head, just a little, hoping for her lover, she saw her visitor was
a woman. The woman wore a white bonnet and had a starched white apron
on. She was heavy, middle-aged, long past any honeymoon trysts. She
turned on the light. She looked at Kate. Kate turned away, mortified,
sobbing fiercely, with embarrassment as much as pain, for she felt foolish
in front of this woman. She was old and grey, yet prim and proper and
sensible, while Kate was young and beautiful, but stripped utterly naked
and showing her ass, and her legs beneath where theyÕd whipped her.
The woman said nothing. It was as if Kate did not deserve
conversation. Instead the woman picked up CindyÕs squirt tube of Estee
Lauder, left on the bed unused when Kate proved so undisciplined. The
woman opened the tube and squirted the balm across the backs of KateÕs
thighs.
KateÕs head shot up and she grimaced. The cream was remarkably
cool. It had a light, airy feeling to it and Kate knew it would never have
felt so unendurably wonderful against her skin if it hadnÕt been whipped
first.
Pain, pleasure. It was a strange mixture. Kate felt her cunt wetten
as the woman, working slowly, rubbed the cream into KateÕs thighs, just
below where her cunny lips hung.
The woman never touched KateÕs cunt. She was dutiful in her
ministrations, not clever or mischievous. She only touched Kate where
she was permitted to, where the crop had left new marks. Kate found
herself yearning for the womanÕs touch. Rudely she pushed her bottom
back at the woman in silent pleading. Touch oh touch oh touch me just a
little higher, higher, Kate begged in her mind. She would have spoken but
she feared Maria was listening, somehow, and judging her performance.
When the woman was finished, she released Kate from the wall. She
shook her head as she saw how Kate had smeared her makeup. She helped
Kate, who found herself much stiffer than she might have thought, lie
down in the bed. Kate winced as her thighs came to rest on the fur. She
drew up her knees a little so they would not touch it.
ÒDo you wish to be covered?Ó the woman asked Kate. Her first
words. She stood holding the coverlet up with one hand. Kate shook her
head no, still weeping a little, saying nothing. She was hot from her
beating and she did not want the dual warmth of the fur enclosing her. The
woman dropped the fur so that Kate would lie naked, exposed the open air.
She did not bother to offer Kate any of the food by the bed. It was obvious
Kate was in no mood to eat.
ÒI shall empty the chamberpot, in case you have to go again,Ó the
woman observed, glancing into the pot by the chair. It was MariaÕs pee in
the pot, but the woman did not know that. Kate did not bother to tell her.
Instead she bit her lip, feeling ridiculous. She wept openly. She heard the
woman grunt as she lifted up the pot. MariaÕs pee sloshed inside it as the
woman carried it from the room. In a little while she returned, and
replaced it on the floor.
ÒSleep. They will work you harder tomorrow,Ó the woman advised
Kate. Then she flicked out the light and went out, and this time she closed
the door behind her. And she locked it.
Chapter Three
Kate was taken to breakfast. She was washed first, again in milk,
this time by the old woman, who did her hair and her face for her, washing
her like she was a small child, with Kate resisting, but not completely,
for she knew she must let the woman do her work lest she be punished.
The woman also washed KateÕs body. Unlike Maria, she used a sponge.
Kate wondered if her value had somehow diminished during the night. Had
her own performance, in the bedroom, led to her being less favored?
Kate realized she was beginning to think like a slave. A slave has no
will of its own. It wishes only to please its master. Kate shuddered at
the thought that she was falling victim to any sort of Ôhostage syndrome.Õ
Yet that had been the purpose, had it not, so long ago in that carriage, that
was only last evening but seemed an eternity ago now? To make her
subservient, in love, to the will and desires of her lover.
Yes! SheÕd captured it now, and she shivered again as the woman
worked studiously to wash her, Kate standing up in the tub and the woman
kneeling before her, almost worshipfully, but washing her like a horse or a
little girl nonetheless, forcing her to part her legs, lifting her arms,
turning her to sponge her white bottom. Kate had committed to herself to
give herself to her lover, to let him master her, for this little while. She
wished to escape all her other roles and just be His. It was her gift to
him, and to herself, she realized. Here, in the tub, even in the bed, there
were no rules. Oh, it seemed like there were, but there was really only
her body and its feelings and its desires and its sensations. Not all were
immediately pleasurable, but surely there must be something to the crop,
however awful it was. Something to her bravery and her attempts,
however feeble, to discipline herself to take it.
And the luxury was overwhelming. Kate had to do nothing for
herself. She was bathed, fed, watched over. A princess in a castle where
the servants all lived for her. But in their own special way, liberating her
to new feelings. Kate squirmed as she felt the womanÕs sponge pass over
the marks made last night on her thighs. The most recent marks, in back,
where her bottom curved in to meet her legs. Yes, was there not a warmth
there, imparted by the stiff leather? Did it not make her wet somehow,
feeling it? DidnÕt it remind her of the hardness of her lover, and of how
demanding he could be?
The cucumber had been awful. Of that she was sure. And crazy,
almost unplanned, as if Maria simply could not control herself upon seeing
KateÕs bottom naked. Kate touched her ass with her finger. She delved
inside, ignoring the woman.
ÒYou are an anal virgin?Ó the woman asked simply. She paused,
watching Kate.
ÒI WAS an anal virgin. Until last night,Ó Kate said, biting her lip as
she realized what an intimate subject she was discussing with this
woman whose name she didnÕt yet know.
ÒYou will lose all your cherries here, but gain a few weals,Ó the
woman laughed.
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
[Name withheld, in England,] writes: ÒI am from England, UK and have
thought for years that MAYFAIR is the best magazine we have here.
However don't criticize PLAYBOY because it is the best magazine on the
planet. It is NOT as 'explicit' as many other mags BUT it is "Pure 100%
QUALITY" !!! Penthouse is OK, over here we have a magazine called
PENTHOUSE UK, or PHUK for short. To be honest with you "PHUK" is a load
of phuking crap! Hustler is a good mag but as you say FAR TOO MUCH TEXT.
ÒI'm glad there are other guys like you out there that appreciate
MAYFAIR for what it is (A GREAT magazine) because the more it sells the
longer it will keep going!! It is only the second best mag out there though
- PLAYBOY will always be NUMBER ONE!!!Ó
ÔMATE WITH MEÕ MONOPOLY
by holy joe
Play the game that combines the thrill of nudity with the fun of
Monopoly! ThereÕs no money to keep track of, and no property to own, just
the ever-present danger of orgasming in front of everyone!
Mate with Me Monopoly has been incorporated into Chapter Three of
my story Fevered Fall. If any of you girls would like to play-test this
game with me, just contact me. We wonÕt be wearing clothes, but I
promise to remember to wear my underarm deodorant. (Now if I could only
solve my little gas problem...)
SATISFIED
by Tim DiVito
Passion not only gratifies,
but touches the heart,
naturally testing the limits of the soul.
Hair, sweat and flesh intertwine,
exhaustion fuses mind and body,
after delving into an orgasmic onrush.
In the grasp of pleasure minds are open
to animal urges that satisfy
an insatiable appetite.
As lustful cravings are unleashed,
lovers become jaded,
not worrying about the consequences.
When carnal hunger is enticed
nerve endings dance on a raging flame,
satisfied only when red hot.
Cooling down, slow, soft caresses
upon the sweet glistening skin
that just satisfied a need.
AND IN THE END...
FEMINIST STORIES
by holy joe !
ÒMother goddesses are individual, possess distinct characters,
are young... and are highly sexual. ...The male plays a relatively less
important role, being frequently reduced to a mere fecundator.
Ò...Her ...appearance, choice of a male partner, and intercourse
with him restore and guarantee fertility, after which the male consort
is frequently set aside.Ó
- Encyclopedia Britannica, Volume M, page 361.
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A mother goddess is not to be confused with an Earth Mother. A
mother goddess must periodically undergo intercourse. An Earth
Mother, on the other hand, is an eternally fruitful source of everything.
(from Britannica.)