Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 38
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bondage Bliss
Chapter Two
A little while later Mark warned Jill to stop lest he spill his seed.
She took her mouth from his cock, leaving it a glistening length of
throbbing wet muscle. Jill rose and refilled her own wine glass. She
walked over to Lisa and knelt beside her.
"Thank you for letting me share that moment with Mark," Jill said.
"Now tell us what you want us to do with you." She happened to be holding
her glass beneath Lisa's lips. In a sudden move of impulsive eroticism,
Lisa extended her tongue and began lapping wine from Jill's glass, aware
that Mark would be watching her. Had some part of her been inspired to
compete with her friend, to vie charm for charm, movement for movement,
in a battle of feminine allure? If she won would she want the prize?
"Mmm, I'm sorry, that wine is good," Lisa said, licking her lips.
"You're so silly," Jill laughed. "One minute you're squalling like a
baby and the next you're a connoisseur of wine!" Mark rose and palmed
Lisa's bottom. His taut balls pressed against her as his prick, impressed
against her skin, rose over the hump of her derriere. Lisa gave her hips a
wriggle and cooed. Jill lifted up her wine glass until one of Lisa's
dangling nipples broke the surface of the wine. The liquid felt chill and
exciting against Lisa's erect bud. She pressed down more against the
cushion on the trestle, lowering her breast further into the cold wine
while thrusting her bottom upward to the delight of Mark. His hands
slipped over her ribs to support them from beneath. He grasped the
underside of her torso, admiring the lines of her bare back as she squirmed
beneath him.
Just when Lisa had resigned herself to being taken by Mark, Jill
unsnapped her right hand. Then the girl scooted over and freed Lisa's left
hand. Mark, seeing what Jill was up to, reached down and began untangling
the chain which held Lisa's waist bound to the pillow. Lisa didn't mind
being let up, but she was curious as to the reason for her newfound
freedom.
"We'll miss all the fun if we fool around here," Jill explained to Lisa
as she straightened up. "I've still got the key, so we can always come back
later and pick up where we left off. I'm your height, so now we know that
the trestle fits me as well as you." Perhaps that was it. Jill had used
Lisa as a guinea pig to find out if she herself would fit over the trestle
without exposing her own bottom to Mark's amorous intentions. Lisa knew
that at some point tonight it would be Jill who was bound over the trestle,
bared to Mark's penis and whip, but for now she still prized her bottom's
utter whiteness.
Lisa wasn't too keen on rejoining the depraved party at the mansion,
but next to a whipping she decided it was perhaps the less painful of
choices.
"Let's do something special, to really wow the guests," Jill said. She
produced a pair of cloths and asked Lisa if she could gag her. Lisa was
very reluctant at this.
"Go ahead," Mark urged. "I want to see how sexy you look." Lisa
assented to try the gag, and Jill bound it over her mouth. Lisa studied
herself in a full length mirror, a perfect picture of depravity. Behind her
Mark's penis was rampant.
"Please blindfold me," Jill said to Mark. With a grin he put a cloth
about her eyes, leaving her mouth free. Lisa found this result fairly
appetizing. If their little group should run across another trestle it might
well be the blindfolded Jill who found herself bound over it. For a final
touch Mark pulled Lisa's hands behind her and locked together two of the
rings on her wrist cuffs, binding her hands. The rings themselves had a
portion that could be pushed inward, and all one had to do to lock them
was push one ring against another until one slipped inside the other. Once
this was done, given that her hands were behind her, Lisa was unable to
free herself. Mark did the same to Jill.
A hand on each of the girl's bound wrists, their bottoms rolling just
beneath, Mark walked the girls back up toward the mansion. Together they
admired the glow of the lights in the rooms and, as they neared, the happy
chatter emanating from inside. Behind them White Ash and Cedar swayed
with the wind, as their cabin awaited their return. Lisa felt strangely
secure, perhaps because Mark had not chosen to whip or fuck her when he
had the chance. Strangely, because of his self restraint she now felt more
willing to participate in whatever he might have planned.
Inside was a scene of almost total lasciviousness. The decorum of
the guests had deteriorated substantially since their departure. One girl
was bound by her wrists to a chandelier, while a man stood on a table
below her lustily eating her pussy. Beyond him, a barefoot girl equipped
with a strap-on dildo was busy plugging the anus of the girl suspended
from the chandelier. The girl wearing the dildo stood upon a girl who was
on all fours, being butt-fucked by a man who knelt behind her. Both the
girl on all fours and her kneeling paramour were upon the table, and around
them several guests were seated and nonchalantly munching down a light
dinner.
Lisa's gag and Jill's blindfold quickly drew the attention of the few
sentient guests. They were quickly engaged in a risque conversation, with
Lisa forced to mutely agree to all that was said while Jill seemed like
some blind prophet. Soon their little group was invited to follow several
of the guests to an adjacent room.
Chapter Three
In the next room Mark was handed a pair of dog leashes. He happily
affixed one to Lisa's collar, and the other to Jill's. Then, in the company
of the other guests, he led Lisa and Jill out to the mansion's main
entryway and up a curving flight of marble stairs. On the second floor of
the house the girls found themselves led into a study. A flight of library
steps led up to a loft. The girls were to climb up first, followed by the
men. Three girls went up ahead of Lisa and Jill. Then it was Lisa and
Jill's turn. Their wrists were unfastened for the event. With hesitant
steps Lisa and Jill each mounted the steps in turn, all too aware of the
sight their pretty bottoms were providing for the guests below. Above
could be heard the sound of a whip stinging bare flesh.
The loft turned out to be a mini chamber of horrors. Lisa trembled
as she saw a girl bound over a trestle, as a man took a whip to her
backside. She wondered with a slow, sinking feeling in her tummy if her
bottom could escape unscathed from this quandary too. Mark fastened her
wrists behind her once more, then Jill's. Lisa was too scared to protest.
"Next!" the man with the whip called out a few moments later. A girl
who had accompanied Lisa and Jill up the library steps was brought
forward, her wrists tied behind her with a rope. Despite some squirming
she was put over the bar, and the man began laying in to her. She was
made to ask for each stroke in turn, and if she did not (as at first) she
received two strokes in rapid succession instead of one. Otherwise there
was a lull between each strike, to allow the girl to feel the full extent of
the hit before another was laid on.
The girl was let up. Two other girls had come up with Lisa, Jill, and
Mark. The second of these newcomers was put over the bar and whipped.
Then the third. As the last girl prior to Jill and Lisa was put over the bar,
Lisa felt herself trembling with fear. She looked imploringly at Mark with
wide eyes, but he only smiled. She thought of trying to run away, but with
her hands bound behind her there was little hope of her escaping down the
treacherous library steps. Falling and breaking a bone would be an even
worse fate than a whipping.
This was not, in fact, where Lisa would offer up her bottom. When
the man was finished with the last girl, and looked to Mark for Lisa or
Jill, Mark simply shook his head in denial and turned his two charges back
toward the steps, unfastening their wrists. Lisa, and even Jill, were
visibly relieved. With ginger steps they allowed themselves to be led by
Mark back down the stairs from the loft. Their lot had been merely to
watch (or in Jill's case, to hear). To learn but not to participate. In point
of fact it was Lisa who was really learning, Jill had been to several of
Elspeth's parties before.
Mark re-fastened the girls' wrists behind them. To Lisa this was
becoming some sort of prurient game. One could almost watch without
fear, despite one's nudity, one's vulnerability. But would the time come
when Lisa was actually required to participate, to offer up some pain of
her own?
The girls indicated to Mark that they both needed to go to the
bathroom, and with a grin he led them in to a toilet and sat each down in
turn and wiped her when she was through. He was not going to undo their
wrists again just yet, he was having too much fun leading the two
beautiful girls around like a pair of virginal love slaves. After helping the
girls Mark relieved himself in the commode, his urine splashing forcefully
into the water.
Next stop was the dinette, where Elspeth herself served them
biscuits and wine. She felt up Mark's genitals, pleased that two of her
favorite girls had chosen such a fine male specimen. Elspeth also
squeezed the girls' tits, and spoke appreciatively of their beauty and
resilience.
"You both will look absolutely darling in my Amazon picture," Elspeth
sighed.
Before allowing the trio to depart Elspeth produced a pair of leather
ski masks. With some horror Lisa allowed one to be placed over her head
and zippered shut. She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror and found
that she looked absolutely terrifying, a true sex object in a bondage film
that would never see the screen. Jill's head was also masked.
Taking each girl by her leash, Mark suggested that they return to
their cabin. Now the girls were truly ready for whatever Mark had in mind.
Nothing could restrain him. They could not even refuse to follow, for he
was strong enough to drag them by their leashes if necessary, though
actually he would probably have carried them over his shoulders if they
had balked.
Lisa and Jill's bottoms tensed as Mark unlocked the door to the cabin
and led them in. Lisa had a feeling that this time her pretty bottom would
not escape the whip. As if to emphasize that fact Mark picked the whip
right up as soon as he entered and turned to the girls, his erect penis
looking as deadly as the implement he held in his hand.
"Who's first?" Mark asked the girls straightforwardly. He eyed Lisa.
"You're gagged. Maybe I should start with you." Mark walked forward and
tugged at one of Lisa's vulnerable nipples with his fingers. Despite the
impending pain Lisa's buds were fully erect. With a grin Mark walked over
to the chiffonier and rummaged through the top drawer. He took out two
pink ribbons.
"What's happening?" Jill, still blindfolded, called out. She stood in
the middle of the room, near Lisa, looking like a forlorn little lamb that
had lost its way. Mark strode back over to Lisa. He stuck his whip under
his arm.
"You'll discover what's going on soon enough, when you feel it on your
ass," Mark chuckled. He took one of the ribbons and looped it about Lisa's
erect nipple. The head of his penis bumped Lisa's tummy as he tied the
ribbon into a little bow. Mark savored the feeling of utter control he had
over the girls. With the other ribbon he tied a little bow about Lisa's
remaining teat.
Mark withdrew his whip from under his armpit and whacked Lisa's
backside with it, hitting her with the handle. She let out a gasp.
"Get over the trestle, now!" Mark commanded. Hips wobbling, hands
bound behind her, Lisa toddled over to the bar.
Admiring the wobbling of Lisa's hips out of the corner of his eye,
Mark stepped over to Jill and seized her upthrust breasts. His penis
pushed in against her stomach, portending the entry soon to follow, as he
grasped her white cones of flesh and judiciously bit into them. Jill cried
out softly, both at the pain of Mark's teeth upon her bosoms and the
pleasure of his tongue upon her nipples. Mark took one, then the other,
slurping up the delicious taste of both breasts as if they could be
consumed like scoops of ice cream. Suddenly Lisa came to his attention
again.
"Don't just stand there, BEND OVER!" Mark yelled at Lisa. He swung
his whip at her and it struck her jiggly asscheeks. Lisa cried out.
Hesitantly she leaned into the cushion atop the trestle. It was difficult
for her to bend over properly with her hands tied behind her. The mask
over her head didn't help matters much either. Mark struck her again, hard.
Cursing, he walked over to her and grabbed her golden hair where it spilled
out of the back of her mask and down over her neck. Pulling just hard
enough, he forced her downward until her head was inches from the floor.
Mark gave her bottom a vigorous slap with his hand.
"Now that's how I like you," Mark said lustily. "I don't know what I'm
going to do with you," Mark said to Jill. "I guess you'll just have to stand
there and wait your turn." Then, after thinking a moment, Mark remarked,
"Jill, I want you to call out the strokes as I administer them. That should
give you practice for when I force you to call them out for yourself." He
laughed. Jill didn't.
Mark stepped back and measured his distance. His penis was aching
to take Lisa, but he had learned the pleasure of holding in his urine and
holding in his semen was just as fun. With a smirk and a tremble of desire
Mark raised his whip. He drove it downward and the leather flashed out
toward its target. Lisa emitted a muffled scream beneath her gag as the
leather hit. She leapt upward.
"One," Jill called out, her voice somber.
Mark let the whip clatter to the floor. Lisa was standing with her
legs pressed tightly together. It was a cute posture, but Mark had in mind
an even better one. He walked up to her and knelt down. Mark's hot breath
gusted onto Lisa's bare bottom as he urged one of her ankles outward. Lisa
obeyed despite the worse position she knew Mark's efforts would put her
in. It was futile to argue with a man with a whip when you were offering
up your most vulnerable assets to him. Mark clicked Lisa's ankle into
place next to the leg of the trestle. With a quick movement he secured her
other ankle to the leg of the trestle nearest it. Mark rose and stepped
back. Now Lisa's legs formed an upside down "V." Mark drew in his breath.
Never had he seen such long, slim legs, or such an exquisitely shaped
bottom. Jill was wondrous too, to be sure, and perhaps when she in turn
was over the trestle he would find that she surpassed Lisa in beauty. But
it was Lisa who was now offered up to him, and the sight of her elegant
legs and bottom was delectable indeed.
Mark cast aside his whip, a new plan suddenly entering his mind. He
walked over to Jill, unbuckled her wrists, and tugged off her mask and
blindfold. She gazed up at him in surprise as her eyes blinked at the light
after a full hour of darkness. Mark kissed her deeply.
"See that bucket?" Mark said of a pail sitting next to the chiffonier.
Jill nodded.
"Go outside and fill it with water," Mark said. Puzzled but happy to
be free, Jill took the pail and went outside to a pump located several
yards from the cabin. With quick, efficient strokes, the chill night air and
her own desire making her want to hurry, Jill got the water flowing from
the well and it gushed forth into the bucket. Soon she had enough, and
with some effort she hoisted the bucket and went back inside. She was
met with the stinging of the whip upon Lisa's derriere.
"Put it down right behind her," Mark motioned Jill. The girl thumped
down the bucket behind Lisa, hoping Mark wouldn't strike her with the
whip as she did so.
"Now get a bar of soap and lather up your hands," Mark told Jill. She
dutifully went to the chiffonier and found a bar, then returned and, looking
over her shoulder before she did so, bent over and began soaping up her
hands in the pail.
Mark struck Jill's offered bottom with the whip. The girl
straightened up instinctively and turned slightly toward him, shocked and
pouting. She rubbed her bottomcheeks with her partially soaped hands.
"I can't do this if you whip me," Jill said petulantly.
"Alright," Mark smiled. "Just get on with it." Jill bent back over the
bucket and soaped her hands some more.
"Now what?" Jill called out, bent over, her hands soaped in the now
sudsy waters of the bucket. On her bottom a trail of glossy film was left
behind where she had massaged herself.
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Ubiquitous Funnies #15, 16, 17, 18, 35¢ each. Minicomics. Brian
Kirk, 93 Sunapee St., Springfield, MA 01108.
Review: Do you like European art comics? You know, the ones where
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art is very nicely and quirkily drawn. If so, you will love these four little
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In issue 15, Asinine Head is enjoying a quiet day at home when
fumigators show up to fumigate his house. He repairs to a hotel, where
the possessive managerÕs Òno damage to the roomsÓ policy quickly gets
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Issue 16 finds Asinine Head brutally cut to pieces (to test, Òala
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AND IN THE END...
WHOSE FAULT IS THIS?!
ÒMy own son spent a good part of his high-school years lamenting
our Ôno car in high schoolÕ dictate.Ó - Ms. Lyla Fox (Newsweek, March 25,
1996, pg. 16).
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