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FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 74
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Thirteen
"There's guns in here!" Candy said. "I saw one of the guards fetch
some out of a box across the hall." Melanie turned her head and looked
back over her shoulder. Across the hall, near the floor, was a similar
panel, but its door was standing wide open. The cavity beyond was empty.
"You're nuts! What do we need guns for?!" Melanie cried to Candy.
"This place is loaded with money, jewels, dope, all kinds of shit!"
Candy said, pressing an Uzi unwanted into Melanie's small hands. "You
want the Feds to get it all?" Both girls' attention was distracted as
several of Mr. Savin's guards, farther on down the hall, suddenly appeared
and fired at the cops downstairs. There was a sort of balcony formed by
the upstairs hall as it passed over the room below. The guards fired from
the balcony at the police. Immediately one of them was hit and fell to the
floor. But the other two dropped down, weathered a hail of bullets, and
then rose once more to return fire.
"Should we help him?" Melanie asked Candy of the fallen guard. But
Candy grabbed her arm and urged her up off the steps. Candy had three
Uzis in the crook of her other arm, looking like Rambo without muscles but
with an overabundance of firepower. She let go of Melanie in the hall and
forced two of her Uzis into the hands of Kimberly and Veronica. Then
Candy scampered back to the stairs, and returned a moment later with an
armful of ammo clips. She was wearing a baby doll nightie, and this she
unceremoniously tore from her body. Presumably this was the fastest way
to access the waistband of her panties, which she immediately began
clipping rounds of ammo on to. She urged the other girls to do the same.
Kimberly, who was wearing a babydoll nightie but no panties, daintily
clipped several rounds of ammo along the bosom of her nightie. Very
reluctantly Veronica did the same.
"You're an idiot, you know that?!" Melanie cried to Candy as she lifted
her babydoll to clip several rounds of ammo to the waistband of her own
panties.
"I know. I'm also greedy," was Candy's reply, said with hotly glowing
eyes. Then she spun about and ran down the hall, kicking off her high heels
as she went. "Come on! I know where Savin's office is!" Candy called.
"When we were riding up to the castle I looked up at the windows
and asked the Governess which one belonged to the man in charge," Candy
explained some minutes later, as the girls stood in the office of Mr. Savin.
"From that I was able to guess where his office was." The girls, however,
were not much interested in Candy's self-indulgent explanation, nor in
hefting bags of money from Mr. Savin's office safe.
Luckily for Candy's interests, when the girls had entered the office
they had found Mr. Savin's office safe standing wide open, two men dead on
the floor right by it. Apparently both men had had the identical idea of
betraying Mr. Savin and stealing his money. But they had shot each other
dead competing for it.
Melanie could not look at the grisly sight of the two dead guards.
And there was one other sight that she could almost not look at; that of
Gwen strapped over Mr. Savin's desk, her once white bottom bruised and
wealed, red as a beet. Kimberly, in tears, was kneeling behind Gwen,
kissing the weals on her bottom. Apparently Kimberly's love for Gwen had
been a bit greater than Melanie had realized. Veronica, though she had
never met Gwen before, was also weeping at her plight. But she was also
working to untie Gwen from the desk.
"Help me!" Veronica implored Melanie. The blonde ran over to where
Gwen was strapped down and began pulling at the bonds.
"Find a knife!" Candy ordered. "You'll never get her loose that way!"
Though Candy had shared love with Gwen in the past, tonight the lure of
wealth seemed uppermost in her mind. She had been as shocked as the
rest at the sight of Gwen, but then had gone straight for the safe, at the
same time ordering the girls to loose Gwen.
Melanie and Veronica cast about the room for a knife. The room was
bare, save for the desk and safe, and a chair.
"Check the guards!" Candy ordered. She was crouching now, trying to
get a feel for the contents of each bag she'd drawn from the safe.
Surprisingly, the bags contained not just money, but jewels as well,
nestled amongst the wads of bills. Clearly, Candy would have to make
some fast decisions about what sort of loot would be the most profitable
for the girls to carry out.
Melanie could not bear to search the guards clothing, but she did
hunker down next to Veronica as the woman made a search. There were
tears streaming from both females' eyes as they looked for a knife.
Behind them Kimberly had fallen into a hopeless bawl, clutching Gwen's
hips with her arms, her face pressed against the backs of Gwen's thighs.
A knife was found in one of the guard's pockets, and Veronica jumped
up with the prize and raced over to Gwen. David appeared at the door.
Melanie spotted him and a wave of relief passed over her. "David!" Melanie
cried, wide-eyed. He ran into the room.
"Hurry! We must go!" David cried to Melanie, then passed on to Gwen.
He flinched as he saw what had been done to her bottom. Then,
wordlessly, he moved round to the far side of the desk to help Veronica
cut Gwen loose. A moment later and the girls were helping Gwen to her
feet. She stood up stiffly, and seemed to want to collapse back onto the
desk. But the girls, including Kimberly (still crying), urged her to remain
standing. Then they helped her to begin to walk.
"David! Help me with this money!" Candy called out from over by the
safe. She had tied two bags together and slung them over one of her
shoulders. David came to her and hoisted two more bags. They had already
been tied together by Candy. He draped the bags over one of his shoulders.
Then he grabbed two more, and adorned the other shoulder with these.
David knew the castle's layout seemingly by heart, and he led the
girls from the office and down a myriad of halls to an exit deep in the
bowels of the fortress. A natural cavern lay beneath part of the castle,
and the girls and David used this as their escape route. They emerged like
furtive mice from the cavern down near the beach. The two speedboats
which had accompanied the girls in their swim to the shore were still
grounded there in the sand, tied to the stone penises.
"There be a yacht out there at sea, under Jupiter," David said,
pointing. With some effort he made it clear to the girls that the bright
star sinking slowly toward the sea was in fact the planet Jupiter, and that
a yacht beckoned for the purpose lay waiting to pick them up.
"I don't want to board Savin's yacht," Candy said hotly. "We just
stole his shit!"
"No matter!" David said, waving his hands, clearly in a hurry to get
going. "Must go there. Speedboat got no fuel--no enough fuel to get to
shore!"
"Oh, shit!" Candy swore. Reluctantly she got in one of the speedboats
and agreed to meet at the yacht. Both speedboats had to be used, as it
would have been a very tight fit for all of them to get into one. On top of
that it would have put the boat low in the water and slowed its speed.
Soon both boats were racing across the waves, Melanie, Gwen, and David in
one; Candy, Kimberly, and Veronica in the other.
"I wanted to ride with David!" Kimberly, dry eyed now, whined.
"Shut up," Candy said, steering the boat the three of them shared.
"We all want to ride with David. On him, for that matter."
"Yes, he does have a big one, doesn't he?" Kimberly asked. "I saw it
once!"
"Look for the yacht," Veronica admonished.
"What do you think happened to Mr. Savin?" Kimberly asked, bug-eyed.
"I hope he didn't get shot!" The other two girls did not answer, but
Kimberly continued to wonder aloud anyway, letting her thoughts roam to
the fate of each person she'd met on the island, even the horses.
It was David who spotted the yacht, and he led the other speedboat
to it. When they had reached the vessel a portable staircase was cast over
the side of the yacht, and David and the girls hastily scrambled up it.
"Get below decks," a man aboard the yacht told the newcomers.
Obeying, they made for the hold. There they collapsed with fatigue as they
felt the yacht open its engines full throttle in a desperate race against
time for the coast.
Melanie was curled up beside Gwen on a fold-away bed when one of
the deck hands came down the stairs to the hold.
"We need you above," the man said to David. "Bring your gun. Brings
the girl's guns too."
"I'm keeping mine," Candy said, pressing her Uzi to her chest.
"Mine too!" Kimberly piped up, doing the same. Melanie and Veronica,
though, were more than happy to give their guns over to David. The deck
hand walked over to Kimberly and urged the Uzi from her. Then he went to
Candy.
"I'm keeping the gun!" Candy said sternly to the deck hand, turning
the Uzi on him. The man just laughed and reached for the gun.
"Oh, give it to him!" Veronica said, brushing her hair back with one
hand.
"No, don't. Let her keep it," Gwen said. She sat up on the bed,
wincing as her bottomcheeks rolled over it. By this time the man had
Candy's Uzi by the barrel and had forced it upward toward the ceiling.
Still smiling, but applying ever greater strength, he yanked the gun from
Candy's hands. As he got full possession of the gun his smile quickly
passed away. Just before he turned his head away from Candy he had a
very frightening look on his face.
"Ah, good!" the deck hand said, spying David by the stairs. Though
Candy could not see the deck hand's face, by the tone of his voice he was
obviously smiling again. David turned and made his way up the stairs. The
deck hand followed. A few minutes later the girls heard a short burst of
gunfire, from an Uzi.
Chapter Fourteen
A burly man stepped into the hold of the ship. Two guards came in
right behind him.
"Martin!" Melanie cried. There was fear in her voice. Gwen started,
then sat stock still upon the bed. Her legs were spread. Her pussy lips
peeped at Martin from a nest of tight blonde curls. Martin's face grinned
in triumph.
"Well, well, if it isn't Gwen--and Melanie, and Kimberly too. And
even naughty Candy, who thought she could still Mr. Savin's money. And
who is this?" He looked at Veronica, but she said nothing. "A fine catch,
I'd say. Enough to satisfy my sadistic desires for years to come. Not to
mention all that lovely loot Candy brought out from the island. Since Mr.
Savin's gone, or should be, it's all mine!"
"Wh-where's David?" Gwen blurted. "What was that noise we heard?"
"The gunfire?" Martin laughed. "David's food for the fishes now. His
hunky body should provide years of feeding."
"You'd provide years of feeding yourself," Kimberly piped up. Martin
had grown a rather large belly since last the girls had seen him, and now
Kimberly, bold in her naivete, glanced meaningfully at it.
"You'll get yours in due time," Martin snarled. He turned and waved
his deck hands back up the stairs. The door to the deck was locked as he
exited the hold.
The girls looked at each other. "What'll we do now?" Veronica asked.
"I knew I should have shot him instead of letting him take my gun,"
Candy said.
"Melanie, I'm scared," Kimberly whined, and embraced her stepsister
in a rare show of affection. Melanie patted the girl consolingly on the
head, wondering who would console her.
Suddenly there was a din of gunfire above decks. "Drop to the floor!"
Candy cried. Two bullets pierced the wall of the hold and struck the far
wall. The girls fell to the floor and huddled together.
"It must be the Coast Guard!" Veronica breathed.
"Fuck!" Candy swore. She glanced at her bags of money, still perched
atop the bed.
"You'd do anything for money, wouldn't you?!" Melanie snapped at
Candy.
"Not anything," Candy replied. "I wouldn't fuck Martin.
Rounds of gunfire continued to be exchanged, then, after a few
lurches of the boat, there was complete silence. Then the girls heard
footfalls on the deck. Within a minute someone was at the door to the
hold, battering it open. Someone rushed down the stairs, followed by
others. The girls gasped when they saw who it was. No policeman or
Coast Guard officer, it was a bandaged, bruised, but alive Mr. Savin.
"Mr. Savin!" Kimberly cried.
"Call me Fred," Mr. Savin replied with eyes that seemed weary.
"Please."
The girls were ushered above deck. Mr. Savin thanked Candy for
being so kind to think of his money, and had the men with him carry it up
from the hold. Candy bit her lower lip, thanked Mr. Savin for his praise.
Above decks the girls saw that a large speedboat was moving
alongside the yacht. Martin and his men lay dead, scattered about on the
yacht's deck. Once more Melanie had to avert her eyes to avoid seeing the
worst of the carnage. This time she also felt like retching.
"Bottom doing okay?" Fred asked Gwen, giving the bruised flesh a
little pat.
"Oooch! Don't!" Gwen protested, then snuggled close to Fred. The
other girls were alarmed by Gwen's affection toward the man who had
beaten her so severely. But they said nothing. Gwen put her tongue to
Fred's ear and licked it.
"There should be a seaplane coming," Fred said, scanning the moonlit
horizon. Above them stars powdered the entire sky.
VHS REVIEWS
by holy joe
Erotic Zone - The Ring, $13.99. Color, 60 minutes, VHS. Showtime
Entertainment, Catalogue number: SHW-8008.
Review: Recently I was looking to buy some great literature but,
somehow, I wound up in the video store instead! And I found myself
looking at a VHS box with the very literate title of ÒErotic Zone.Ó What
surprised me (besides the girl on the box with the big tits) was that this
title is marketed by SHOWTIME, the competitor to HBO on your local cable
outlet. (Yes, America, if we can only ban MTV, that will solve all our
problems!)
Forget the girl on the box. (Unless you want to pay $13.99 for a box.)
SheÕs not inside. Instead, ÒThe RingÓ (the name of this particular ÔepisodeÕ
of Erotic Zone) features a girl with small tits. Same t-shirt, same shorts,
same brown hair but... no tits.
However, I did not buy this video for ÒThe Ring.Ó If you flip the box
over you will see a little picture of one woman undressing another. Beside
this picture is the sentence, ÒBonus: Mechanics of Desire.Ó The female
being undressed is a Playboy Newsstand Special girl named Cassandra
Leigh. (Her real name, IÕm sure.) Anyway, if youÕre a fan of this girl
youÕve probably seen her on her knees sucking her thumb in a recent
Playboy Newsstand Special and also (not sucking her thumb) on Married
With Children. She has nice tits. So I took a chance, hoping she would be
featured inside, and bought this video.
And there she was! I didnÕt even watch ÒThe Ring.Ó As far as I can
tell, itÕs total shit. Some small-tits girl boxing with some man and also
making love to him in a boxing ring. (How erotic.) (Maybe O.J. might like
it, though. Beat the shit out of the girl and then fuck her.) Anyway, with
regard to ÒMechanics of Desire,Ó the second ÔepisodeÕ on this tape, I
counted about 30 seconds that were worthwhile.
Most of ÒMechanics of DesireÓ involves utterly boring bullshit.
ÔCassandraÕ makes love to some guy at the beginning of the Ôepisode,Õ and
at the end. In the middle, however, she makes love (for about 30 seconds)
to a woman! The woman undresses her and then ties her hands and kisses
her breasts while they are both lying in a bath tub.
IÕd say more, but there isnÕt anything else to say. If youÕre 12-
years-old and thrilled to ÔCassandraÕ on Married With Children, this is your
chance to see her naked and getting bathed and kissed by another woman
(for 30 seconds). Who knows, you might not even need a driverÕs license to
buy this video. Or you might get to tape it right off of Showtime. I paid
$13.99 for it and wasnÕt utterly dissatisfied with my purchase, so you
might like it too.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
by holy joe
Yes Bill, you can eliminate all your problems simply by making a
speech about ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-child molesters!
AND IN THE END...
ÒThe history of governments throughout history is [that]
governments find an excuse for abusing police power.Ó - Senator Paul
Simon, The Capital Gang (CNN), June 22, 1996
(Yep! ThatÕs what we need--more law and order! -h.j.)
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