Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 5
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Love Child
Chapter Five
I yelped. He burrowed within. "Bear down!" he commanded again.
Tears welling in my eyes, staining my cheeks, I obeyed. I shoved my
hips back.
"OOOCH!" I was crazy! Impaling myself on a spear!
"Good girl, I'll make you more receptive, don't worry, this is but
our first trial together," he said gently but then rammed himself
roughly up me. I broke into tears. It hurt!
Master eased himself back, then forward, going a little deeper,
but more slowly this time, not wanting to tear anything. Rectal tissue
is fragile, I've learned, and I was to be his property. One does not
vandalize one's property wilfully.
I sucked on Elena's finger as he pistoned me gently. In, out, in
again, out again. Elena began fucking my mouth with her finger,
playfully. With her other hand she rubbed her clitoris, then mine! I felt
the wetness from her own pussy on her fingertips. We would all come
soon, I knew, completing the journey from our staid meeting in the
formal ballroom to this liquid-saturated tryst upon a bed.
At last, planting himself as deep within me as he could, master
let himself go. A flood of hot sperm rushed into me, filling me.
Excited, I broke over the rim of orgasm and juiced Elena's prying,
tickling fingers. She wedged herself down against my thigh and rubbed
her clitty against me there. Gasping, she came. My knee, my bent leg
was her gentleman, her savior.
Exhaustion overcame me as we humped together through our
climaxes. I never felt the end of mine, so thoroughly spent was I from
my ordeal. When I awoke it was morning.
I lay face down upon the bed. My long hair spread across my back,
protecting it from the early morning chill. Sheets were drawn up to the
tops of my thighs. My ass, totally bare, felt warm still. I flexed it,
drew in my breath sharply at its tenderness.
A squirting sound came to my ears. I felt wetness upon my
bottom. Opening my eyes, I saw Elena. Merrily she squirted another jet
of cream onto my hotly palpitating peach. Then, deftly, she smeared
the salve with her fingertips. It felt delicious.
"Don't get up," she said. There was a twinkle in her eyes. "I know
you have to go to the bathroom. Just go, right there, right on the
sheets." I couldn't believe my ears! Elena stroked my pussy.
"There are few freedoms in being a slave. This is one that you are
being given. Enjoy it while you can," she said. "In fact, if you refuse..."
her voice trailed off. I could not bear, could not afford another
whipping.
Was I really a slave now? I felt no different, looked no different.
A man cleared his throat.
I turned my head, looked to the other side of the bed. He was
there! He gazed down at me. Master. My master. My wish was his
command. Was his wish my command now?
"Wet the bed," he ordered. I could not! Imploringly I looked at
him. "Don't make me smack that blazing red ass of yours," he said. I
gulped. Dolefully I looked at him. He was implacable. Elena's fingers
seemed to taunt my bottom. The salve, it was merely to prepare me for
the next whipping!
I peed suddenly. Master saw my eyes widen, panic-stricken, as I
realized what I was doing. I felt warmth spread out beneath my thighs.
Elena was laughing. I'd peed on her fingers. Her other hand kept at my
bottom. Chuckling, she admired the pee dripping from her fingers,
caught in the sudden golden downpour. What other awful delights did
these two have in store for me? Even as I relieved myself I felt little
relief.
Elena drew a warm bath in the lavatory that was adjacent to the
bedroom. She and master lifted me from the bed and led me, stumbling,
to the bathroom. I shuffled unsteadily between them like some
wounded soldier girl returning from the front. I'd survived the joust,
but hurt all over. They eased me into the water. It was laden with
sweet-smelling bubbles. They slipped in on either side of me.
I relaxed, my newfound friends on either side of me. They lay
back in the water, as I did. We drifted together in a warm, perfumed
wetness, like foetuses in the womb. Time passed, gently.
There was a ripple in the water. Had a shark's fin broken the
surface. Elena and I looked. It was master's penis! He was stiff again.
Soon we were sporting in the water like seals. Master teased us
with his cock. We flirted back at him. Hands roamed and sought, bodies
slithered. Elena and I fell into an embrace and kissed, passionately.
Master, pleased, urged us to kiss for as long as we could. We were
water babies, making up our story as we went along.
Finally we got out of the tub. Our skin gleamed wetly.
Excitement coursed through our limbs. Master's stood upright, eager
and ready. My stiff nipples felt like they were bursting from my
breasts. Elena's were luringly hard too, coral tips dangerous to fish,
poisonous.
We towelled off. Our eyes never left each other's bodies. Dry, we
clasped hands and made for the bedroom. A maid had come in, changed
the linen. She'd put out new jars of cream, KY jelly, colored condoms.
There was a tray of fruit upon the bed. I marvelled at how everything
was arranged for non-stop sex. I felt wickedly perverted.
Elena and master drew me onto the bed between them. We sat
upon the edge. I winced at the touch of the cool sheets upon my bottom.
I was sore still. Perhaps it was a mark of my slavery, that I should
wince while they sat comfortably. Elena smiled, picked up a banana,
peeled it. Master's penis throbbed manfully, our nipples perked
playfully, but there was no rush, no hurry. We would enjoy our
sexuality now. We would savor our nudity. I noticed my thighs were
open, considered closing them, did not. I was carefree, except for the
soreness of my fanny. But then, that is how master wanted me. The
state of my tushy was his sign of dominance over me, of my submission
to his will. Elena fed me the banana and I ate it lovingly. Master
stroked my belly.
"Have you ever worn a butt plug?" Elena asked. I giggled.
"Why would you want me to wear a butt plug?" I replied, forming
the new words with interest. "I don't even know what it is."
Elena seemed to take an interest in my nipples. She tweaked one.
"If you were not so young I'd insist you have these pierced," she said.
Finished with my banana, I drew my hands behind my back. I
straightened my arms and stuck out my tits proudly. Lightly I shook
them. They jiggled like firm mounds of freshly-made Jello.
"Whatever do you mean, pierced?" I asked. I was genuinely
curious.
"Like your ears," Elena said. My eyes widened. "You could wear a
gold chain between them. It would look very sexy."
"What do you think?" I asked, turning my head to master. My
breasts remained thrust forward obscenely. I wanted him to notice
them, admire them. I was not all ass.
"You are a true delight from head to toe," was master's only
response.
Elena chuckled, rose, a sly smile on her lips. I watched her
swaying derriere as she strode to an armorie against the wall. She
opened it. I gasped. Inside were surgical tools. Elena glanced over her
shoulder. "Don't fret," she reassured me. "My former husband was a
doctor, that's all. Come, and let me show you all his gear. It's a trip to
look at it when you're naked and ready for love play." Slowly I rose
from the bed. This journey I seemed to be on was taking new twists
and turns as easily as some errant path. A trail on a cliffs edge.
Beware, rocks above. Chasm below.
Standing beside Elena, with master behind me, nudging me with
his dick and gripping me firmly by my arms, I gazed into a
Dahlmeresque abyss. Elena, who knew each instrument by name,
pointed them all out to me. "This is a scalpel, and this..." I could not
absorb the names. The sharp, glinting edges of the instruments scared
me. Elena twirled a few in her fingers, teased me about the
vulnerability of my stiffly erected nipples. Master held me tight. I
was utterly captive. His cock jabbed within my bottom crack, poking
me remorselessly, threatening to find my anus.
Wide-eyed, I shivered. Elena explained how breast reductions
were done, mastectomies. "They're very profitable. My husband used to
do them for a living. He always said my breasts were too large," Elena
said.
"Did youÑ did you...?" I posed the question fearfully.
"No, though he almost had me convinced once," Elena said. "He was
going to do the procedure right on our bed." I trembled visibly.
"I'm glad," I said. "That you refused. But I wish you wouldn't
show me any more. It scares me terribly."
Slowly Elena closed the armoire. Master drew me back toward
the bed. "Let's," I said. "Let's not do it here." I didn't want to remain so
close to a closet full of horrors.
"Are you frightened, dear baby?" Elena asked. She turned toward
me, a lioness. Her hair cascaded gloriously over her tawny shoulders.
"It is the essence of slavery. Fear of the unknown. What will master do
next? What could he do? We'll tie you spread-eagled to the bed now,
and let you spend the day speculating..."
"No!" I cried. I was truly afraid now. The cabinet could be opened
again just as easily as it had been closed. I fought master's grip. I
twisted my body to get free. My hair flew about. He wrestled my
lovely figure to the bed, laughing at my resistance. I was like a
newborn foal. His strength was overwhelming.
Soon I was held fast to the bed with fibrous ropes. They bit into
my arms, my ankles. Punishment in themselves for my recalcitrance.
Elena hovered over me, waving a scalpel. She had reopened the armoire.
"I could cut you free, or I could cut you," she said. "It would be a crime
to mar such a beautiful body."
"Don't drop that thing!" I hissed. My eyes were bug-eyes. Master
stood on the other side of the bed, stroking his cock. He enjoyed my
fear.
Elena let the scalpel descend until it nestled within my pubic
thatch. My hips were lifted up by a pillow placed strategically beneath
them. My cunt was displayed. They had arranged me thus. Modesty was
not a virtue amongst them.
"My, I wonder if you need an abortion?" Elena asked. Of course my
teenage tummy was flat as a pancake, even concave. "You could be
pregnant, with all the sperm master shot you up with. Well, I guess the
baby would have to be in your ass though, wouldn't it? Perhaps a little
exploratory surgery there might reveal something..."
As I was about to speak again master leaned over me. He ripped a
broad piece of tape from a roll of the stuff and taped my mouth shut. I
nearly fainted with fear.
My eyes darted from one to the other as Master scrubbed himself
up in a steel bowl full of water while Elena got out more surgical gear.
Rapidly the bedroom was turning into a hospital operating room. The
two of them drew on rubber gloves. He tied on a surgical mask, and
Elena did also. Master directed a lamp onto me, illuminating the
surface of my skin.
"Pity the patient won't tell us what her problem is," master said.
"She seems to be uncommunicative at the moment," Elena replied.
"Shall I start the anesthesia, doctor?" Her eyes were warm. Her gaze
fell to his penis. He was hard and thoroughly stimulated.
"No need," he replied. "We'll do just the urethral today. She
seems to have a problem with peeing."
"Ah yes," Elena replied. She drew forth a length of plastic tubing.
I was beyond fright. I had no idea what they were up to.
Elena greased the end of the tube. It was obviously going
somewhere....
"Mmmmph!" I shrieked as I suddenly discovered the tube's
insidious mission. They were going to thread it up my pee hole!
"Concentrate on your breathing...deep breaths," Elena advised me.
She stuck me with the tube and up it went. Elena proceeded slowly,
professionally. She coaxed me not to fight it. I hardly could, though I
desperately wanted to. Agonizingly the tube thrust upward. I felt like
I had a dick, seeing that long length of tubing sticking out of my pee
hole. Master spread vaseline on his cock so he could stroke himself
with his rubber gloves on. He proceeded to masturbate, giving himself
pleasure as he watched my agony.
Master offered the jar of vaseline to Elena. She dipped a gloved
finger in it, spread the stuff over her clitty. She frigged herself,
happily, then proceeded to stuff the tube further up me. She stopped
again to masturbate some more.
I bucked my hips upon the pillow. I wanted them to get this over
with! God, I couldn't lie here like this. But they took their sweet time,
playing with themselves. I was merely the spur to their pleasure. My
plight was unimportant.
I felt pressure at my bladder. A final push and Elena breached it.
My pee shot down the tube and into a bag connected to its other end. I
felt totally violated, wondered if I'd been damaged.
"Relax, you're fine," Elena said, brushing beads of sweat from my
forehead. "A urethral exam is a totally harmless, normal procedure.
See? We've measured how much pee was in your bladder." She lifted
the bag at the end of the tube. It was marked off in inches. "Anyway,
master promised you that you'd be opened up. So don't complain."
Slowly the tubing was then removed. I shuddered with relief
when Elena finally drew it out of me. I felt as if I'd given
birth...through my pee hole! Master mounted me. He forced open my
pussy with his cock. I could not deny him. He grunted.
"Even your cunt is tight!" he croaked. He was not used to 15-year-
old girls. With an effort he forced himself up me. I was hot, aroused.
My fright had increased my need. I welcomed him, though I knew I
shouldn't, after what he and Elena had just done to me. Grunting, he got
himself as deep as he could. Then he began moving in and out of me, the
velvet walls of my pussy gripping him with girlish virginity every inch
of the way. My cherry was gone, but not my narrowness. My vagina was
a needle through which his engorged camel-cock must somehow pass.
"You must be fucked rigorously on a daily basis, you damn vixen!"
Master complained. Surely my cunt was not as tight as my backside had
been. Perhaps he was more conscious this morning. Last night he'd
been desperate with hours of postponed lust. Today he could actually
judge what he was getting into, and comment on it as he went.
"If she's too tight for you there's always the scalpel, doctor,"
Elena suggested, to my perpetual fright.
"No, no," master replied. He strove upon me, I squirmed and
bucked. Together we became less coherent, more passionate. As Elena
watched we climaxed together.
SHAKESPEARE WROTE DREAMGIRLS!
New Light Shed on NND Stories
by Miss Lady Asstor, Titwhittle Times
Dear reader: Recently I was alerted to the fact that the odious
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls stories may in fact have been written by
William Shakespeare. That, at least, is the claim now put forth by Andrew
Roller. I decided to interview him on this matter for our school paper.
MA: Is it true that William Shakespeare is the author of Naughty Naked
Dreamgirls?
AR: Yes, itÕs true. Most people donÕt know that Shakespeare wrote sex
stories in addition to all his plays, but he did.
MA: How did you get hold of them?
AR: They were given to me anonymously by an English professor. He didnÕt
want to be held responsible for ÒdefamingÓ Shakespeare, so I published
them.
MA: I just canÕt believe that ÒBottoms in BondageÓ is by the same man
who wrote ÒHamlet.Ó
AR: Well, see, I had to modernize the stories to make them accessible to
the contemporary reader. I updated all those old words that nobody
understands. And I quit having the characters ride around in horse-drawn
carriages...except, um, of course, when they are...
MA: So we are reading Shakespeare, as revised by Roller?
AR: Right.
MA: Where are the originals that you worked from, written by the Bard
himself?
AR: I was going to publish those alongside the ÔmodernizedÕ versions, but
unfortunately my dog ate them. Scholars will now have to agonize and
puzzle over my versions, IÕm afraid, if they insist on getting at the
Shakespearean substructure that lies underneath.
MA: ÒA Mansion for MasochistsÓ certainly doesnÕt look like anything
Shakespeare would write.
AR: He wrote most of these NND stories when he was young and horny,
before he could get girls to go on dates with him. So, obviously, his
technique is not refined, since he had yet to write any of his plays at the
time he wrote these stories.
MA: Do you really think anybody is going to believe this stupid farce of
yours?
AR: If they do, IÕve got a pink flamingo in my backyard that I can prove
was sculpted by Michelangelo. But I want to establish my credibility with
these stories first. The world might not consider me credible if I present
it with too many wonders too quickly.
MA: How about your outhouse? Is that by anyone special?
AR: Why? Are you jealous?
MA: No, I just thought Davy Crockett or somebody might have made it...
AR: Well, now that you mention it...
MA: I think IÕll leave before you ÔdiscoverÕ the ten commandments in your
toilet.
AR: So thatÕs what those two stones are down there! Here IÕve been
sitting on this toilet all these years, staring down at my pecker, and at
the cesspool down below, and little did I know!
AND IN THE END...
I do wish we would all take a deep breath and remember that sex has been
around for a long, long time and we are all here because of it. It is an
important part of who we are and how we live, and there should be no
shame in our childrenÕs curiosity about it. - Hillary Clinton (Newsweek,
January 15, 1996, pg. 33)
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