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FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 111
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bottoms in Bondage
Chapter Two
ÒDonÕt move,Ó the doctor tells Lori. Startled, she turns, her hair
brushing over my face as she turns to look at him. He pushes her onto me,
her hands flying to my shoulders to keep her from falling on top of me.
ÒShe is not the only one IÕm going to fuck tonight,Ó Doctor Alexander tells
his nurse. ÒIÕm going to pop that tight little anal cherry of yours, and to
make sure I get up you IÕm going to give you this muscle relaxant.Ó Before
Lori can do more than gasp, the doctor has swabbed her briefly in back and
jammed a needle straight into the undercurve of her heinie. Lori shouts
into my ear. I flinch, feeling her jerk as the doctor does her. A moment
more and the act is done. Lori stands, ruefully, her hands flying back to
examine the damage. Rubbing her heinie, gazing with sulky eyes at the
doctor, I realize she is unintentionally doing just what heÕd hoped,
massaging her hinds to let the relaxant spread fully within her tight
cheeks.
ÒTurn on some music,Ó the doctor tells Lori. ÒI need you to dance
around a little for me, Ôtil your bottom feels nice and relaxed.Ó
ÒYouÕre doing me first?Ó Lori asked, her mouth suddenly agape. I
looked to see if she was smiling.
ÒI odnÕt know who IÕm doing first,Ó the doctor replied, his ÔdonÕtÕ
almost like a gasp of springing pain/pleasure as a new dose of the
aphrodisiac spread deeper within him.Ó
ÒI must have some aspirin too, then,Ó Lori announced. She ran to the
drawer and opened it, got out the little metal box sheÕd put away in there.
She filled my urine cup and swallowed three aspirin. ÒOne extra for how I
know IÕll feel afterward,Ó she told me, our doctor listening with a grin on
his face.
Lori opened the door to the room and went out, leaving me alone with
my doctor. He walked over to me. He replaced my gag over my mouth. I
did not resist, my chin uptilted Ôtil he forced it into my mouth so my lips
would show. He made me stand, turn around. He cuffed my hands anew
behind me. Then, removing his tie, he bound my elbows close together
with it. I felt like I was being popped open in front, my bosoms twin
marshmallows of flesh gloriously presented.
He turned me back toward him. My tits bobbled before him,
wondrously obscene. He gazed down upon my nippled peaks like a child
browsing in a candy store. Just then music came over an intercom. Not
muzac music anymore, playing softly all the while somewhere in
background, but hard-driving rock-and-roll, with the volume turned up.
ÒDance,Ó Doctor Alexander ordered me. I began to gyrate my hips, just like
IÕd done walking home from elementary school. My bosoms swung in all
their fulsome glory before him, entertaining him. He put his hands to my
panties and yanked them down to my knees. ÒDonÕt trip,Ó he laughed, as I
struggled to find my footing with my legs suddenly constricted by my own
panties.
The door to our room opened. ÒDoctor!Ó I heard Lori say, gazing upon
my new predicament. She entered, a new nurseÕs hat perched on her head,
slightly askew, as if sheÕd put it on in haste. ÒShe is our last patient for
the day,Ó Lori said to Doctor Alexander, watching my antics as I tried to
dance to the music, my legs ringed by my own panties, stumbling in my
spiked heels. ÒMy I get a little more casual?Ó Doctor Alexander looked at
her.
ÒYes,Ó he replied. Promptly she closed our door and unzipped her
dress all the way down. A moment later Lori was more naked than I. She
had not worn stockings, her alluring bare legs temptingly displayed all
evening. Now her pussy was on view too, and her belly, and of course her
lovely big boobs that bounced in rhythm to the music as she began to
dance.
ÒWhat about yourself, doctor?Ó Lori asked Alex. He smiled and began
to disrobe. Still dancing, moving in front of him, she helped him out of his
clothes.
For awhile it was just the three of us, lost in our own passion, our
lust for each other, dancing nakedly to delight each otherÕs eyes. Alex
presented his manhood to us, waggling it about like a schoolboy in the
boyÕs bathroom, pre-cum flying hither and yon as he marked off his
territory inside our room. We were his, he was ours, and no others would
enter upon us. We could dance the night away together, or play more
private games. There was only one key to this exam room, and Lori had it
tucked in a pocket of her now discarded dress. We were captive to each
other. We would make our own rules and decide our own fate together,
alone, just us three.
I, of course, was a perhaps a bit uppity in my thinking, for with my
wrists bound behind me and my mouth gagged, mine was not necessarily
going to be a voice that was heard or a lofted hand that was noticed.
Teacher could not respond to my questions. Alex, though, or ÔDoctorÕ as I
liked to call him, was most noticeable with his big thing sticking out in
front of him. He would get called upon a lot.
Alex still held his riding crop. I danced in front of him, taunting
him, knowing I shouldnÕt, guessing what might happen if I provoked him
too much. Within my gag I stuck my tongue out at him, wishing I could
insult him. He saw my disobedience in my eyes. I would overthrow him
and make myself Queen. He would do my bidding, not his.
Alex handed his crop to Lori. She accepted it eagerly. She was
jealous of my writhing body, so beautiful, though in truth her equal, not
her superior. She whacked my heinie. ÒHowÕs that feel, hmmm?Ó She
asked. It was a light sting. I flinched in my dancings but no more. She
whacked me again. And yet again. She got behind me and gave me two
more cuts. I was quite enhanced in my wrigglings now, dancing and trying
to cast of the burning sting of her impromptu cuts.
Next Lori, perhaps to AlexÕs surprise, slipped behind him and began
applying the crop to his buns. Stolidly he danced on, not stopping her,
impressing me with his huge cock by jerking it each time she laid on a
hard one.
Suddenly in my excitement, and due to the time that had passed, I
felt a need to pee. I tried to mouth my desire to Alex but he was too busy
trying to fend off LoriÕs cuts to reply. She was giving him quite the
treatment now, and he was not the true Roman heÕd been before. She
pursued him around the room, he shifting here, there, not running but
dancing in new spots, shifting his feet as fast as he could as Lori banged
away on his ass. I had to laugh. He looked silly.
Muffled in my gag, I tried to get LoriÕs attention. I clipped my thighs
together and looked at her imploringly.
ÒOoooh!Ó Lori laughed. ÒYou have to go pee-pee, Lisa?Ó She smiled.
IÕd hoped shedÕ unlock the door for me and let me out of the room, lead me
to the bathroom, maybe even uncuff me. Instead she opened a cabinet
under the sink and took out a toddlerÕs potty. It had a large seat,
curiously, as if somebody had expected that mommie might need to use it
too.
ÒSit down, here,Ó Lori told me. She put a hand to my slim shoulder
and guided me down onto the potty. I sat on it fully, looking utterly
charming and ridiculous, my stockinged legs chin-high, my knees at my
face, my bosoms wobbling. I pissed into the potty as Alex and Lori looked
on like loving parents might, proud of their preschooler for making her
first b/m. In my case it was just pee, though, filling up the little bowl
beneath me. Lori caught me up afterward, restoring me to my feet. Then
she bent down and lifted up the bowl IÕd filled, hefting the inner lining of
the potty with a small female grunt. Having laid down the crop, she fell
victim to Alex, who gave her a playful cut on her heinie.
Lori poured out my pee in the sink and then turned on the water,
rinsing it down the drain. Next she took her turn upon the potty, and
finally Alex stood before it and peed a long pee into it. When we were all
done Lori wet a cloth with hot water and bathed us each in turn Ôround our
loins to wipe away any splashes. Alex, having stood, needed no wipe-
down, but she did him anyway, perhaps to freshen away all the pre-cum
that heÕd been drooling from his slit.
ÒHowÕs your bottom feel?Ó Alex asked Lori as she wrung out the hot
cloth over the sink.
ÒA little jelly-like,Ó she replied.
ÒGood, youÕre ready then,Ó he answered. They shared a kiss as I
stood silently by, swaying my bare ass in time to the music.
There was a whisper between them when their kiss finally ended.
Lori nodded. ÒShe is the patient,Ó Lori agreed. She came over to me,
kissed me once upon my cheek. ÒDoctor must give you a rectal exam,Ó she
told me. She went to the examining table that stood along the far wall of
the room. Opening a cabinet beneath the table, she drew out a big fluffy
towel. Then she pulled out from the base of the table, at the back, a shelf
on which one might rest oneÕs feet, or kneel. Lori plopped the towel down
on it and beckoned me over. ÒKneel down, darling,Ó she said. ÒAnd lie on
the table, with your bottom sticking out for doctorÕs exam of you.Ó
Shivering, I complied. There was no paper sheet on the exam table
for my protection. Just smooth leather, lemon-scented, antiseptic. I let
my knees buckle and dropped them onto the shelf. I bent forward and
pressed myself to the table. I felt my breasts crush themselves beneath
me, swelling out on either side of my torso as a complement to my
lightly-fleshed ribs. My tummy, curving out as I curved in my back,
pressed to the cool leather table-top.
ÒGood girl,Ó Lori complimented. She unlocked my handcuffs. She
untied my elbows. Drawing my hands above my head, she tied them to a
hook in the wall. I trembled on the table, a fish upended on AlexÕs dock.
Lori smoothed my locks forward toward my head. She ran a hand
down my bare back. She traced the ridges of my spine all the way down to
my tailbone. Inquiring lower, she trailed her fingertip between the fleshy
cheeks of my ass. ÒSheÕs ready, doctor,Ó I heard her announce.
ÒGood,Ó he replied. I felt his approach. His hand pressed into the
small of my back. Big, heavy, calloused. ÒIÕm going to give you a rectal
exam, Lisa,Ó he said to me. ÒUsing just my finger, o.k.? Of course I wonÕt
use a glove because I want to really be able to feel whatÕs up inside your
virgin hole,Ó he told me. ÒJust relax. IÕve finger-fucked millions of young
girls like yourself and they all thanked me for the experience afterward,
and went on to take big cocks up their rumps later in life.Ó I questioned
his figures, silently, in my mind. His hand passed over my smoothly
presented cheeks, feeling their silkiness, their rubbery fleshiness, all
soft and so well-offered.
REVIEWS
by holy joe
Dear Spike Gillespie of Macworld. I have your column pinned over my
toilet. I read it when I urinate. ItÕs the ÒE-mail-Order BrideÓ column.
(Macworld, August 1996, pg. 244.)
I realize having your column pinned over my toilet probably wasnÕt
the credential of popularity you were seeking. But I just wanted you to
know that it isnÕt only utterly conventional people who read your utterly
conventional words. A perv like me finds meaning in them too.
Ò[We] snuck off once or twice to make out like giddy teenagersÓ is
the line that caught my eye. I guess, to be a pervert, a prerequisite is that
you never got to sneak off and make out with anyone (giddily or
otherwise).
Which brings me to the topic of Teen Sex. Everyone seems to be
against it these days. I am too, because misery loves company. Let me
tell all you parents this: Do you want your son to grow up to live in a
dumpster and be a pervert? And buy porno? Keep him from having sex.
That will do it. If heÕs 18, and heÕs never had sex, heÕs Ôbehind the power
curve.Õ DonÕt celebrate his chastity. HeÕs the future holy joe in your life.
Except he wonÕt be some guy on the Internet whoÕs ÒthreateningÓ your
child. HeÕll BE your child!
So much for Òchild friendlyÓ precepts. Morality aside, I have been
reading the Bible lately. Now, I have not read everything ever written, but
I have sampled various classical texts and treatises over the years. I have
dabbled in the Iliad and gone tromping through Hesiod twice, and I have
journeyed with Odysseus on his Odyssey that ends with a bunch of guys
similar to myself (the suitors) all getting killed by him.
However, I still maintain that the greatest book I have ever read
(including even the Martian Chronicles and Foundation) is the Holy Bible.
The Bible gets a bad rap. It is presumed to be a religious work.
Hence, it is left to Ralph Reed and his Nazi-like crowd, as their special
property. In the University, the Bible is relegated to one course in the
English department.
In actuality the Bible is a collection of short stories. In each ÒBookÓ
of the Bible there are many stories. We see David, for instance, as a little
boy, and eventually we see him as a young man, fighting Saul. We see him
feign madness and, later, we see him forced to kill his own daughter.
Finally we see him as an old man. His entire life is played out before our
eyes. And not only his, MANY lives are played out in the Bible. Laurel
Speer recently wrote in Small Press Review that a good novelist must
make his characters suffer. If they do not suffer, they do not seem real.
A character might have various adventures, but the character does not live
in human memory unless we, as readers, have seen that character suffer.
In the Bible there is much suffering. All of the characters have
problems. Jesus himself dies on the cross. Paul is flogged. Adam and Eve
are thrown out of the Garden of Eden.
So if you are not reading the Bible, you are missing out on a great
collection of stories. Obviously, the stories in the Bible, and their
characters, are not as accessible as, say, the characters in Independence
Day. But they are much more memorable. If you have read English
literature and American literature and the myths, and you are thinking,
Ôwell, IÕve pretty much read everything worth reading,Õ but you have not
read the Bible, youÕre missing out on the greatest literature of all!
Now I am not arguing from the position of a believer. I began seriously
reading the Bible after seeing it recommended by an atheist on CBS News
Nightwatch. I figured, if an atheist recommended reading the Bible, IÕd
better look into it. With me, you are not only getting a recommendation to
read the Bible from an atheist, but from an atheist-pervert! (Who votes
Libertarian.)
You will need to read the Bible from beginning to end to get its full
impact. The first time through, it will be utterly unintelligible to you.
The second time through, it will begin to make sense. By your fourth full
reading you will really be into it! And there will be an added benefit with
your third or fourth reading: you will no longer puzzle over whether the
contents of the Bible are true or not. You will know, reflexively, how
much weight to give the various parts of the Bible. A great burden will be
lifted from your mind in terms of the Evolution vs. Creation argument. You
will be familiar with all aspects of the Bible, and at the same time, if you
came to it as a staunch evolutionist (like me) you will still be a staunch,
Sagan-worshipping evolutionist.
Read the Bible out loud. ItÕs much easier to Ôget intoÕ the Bible if
you read it out loud. Also, I recommend that you read it for half an hour
per day. This is because certain parts of the Bible, like the first nine
chapters of First Chronicles, will seem very tedious to you if you donÕt
simply time yourself. By timing yourself, youÕll be less prone to worry
about the immediate relevancy of what you are reading.
You will probably need to start with a modern version of the Bible,
not the King James Version. I personally like The Revised English Bible.
This is the Bible of the British Isles. It seems as American as any other
version of the Bible, so donÕt worry. It is published by Oxford University
Press. It includes the Apocrypha.
If you go down to your local bookstore, youÕll probably find the New
International Version of the Bible on the shelves. ItÕs published by
Zondervan. This is an excellent edition. ThereÕs a special NIV Study Bible
available. It has lots of good maps and stuff in it.
Towering over all the other versions of the Bible is, of course, the
King James Version. I found that I couldnÕt figure out what the heck was
going on in the Bible when I tried introducing myself to it via the King
James Version. Now, however, that I have a good sense of whatÕs
happening, I find I like the King James Version best.
So there is my review for today. If you are young and successful and
having trouble keeping a handle on your life, try reading the Bible for half
an hour a day. It really doesnÕt matter what else you do in your day, as
long as you can find time to sit down with the Bible for half an hour. The
Bible itself is not a magical talisman. Instead, it is the act of slowing
down and sitting down and reading aloud from a ÔboringÕ text that will
keep your head straight. You could, conceivably, read Shakespeare or
Homer, but the Bible, as a collection of short stories, will probably give
you the maximum entertainment value, as opposed to the drudgery of the
Iliad or the useless, archaic word-play in Shakespeare.
DonÕt confuse the Book of Mormon with the Bible. ThatÕs just
something some guy wrote in 1823, in America. It was written by Joseph
Smith. He liked the Bible so much he decided to write his own Bible. The
Book of Mormon looks and reads like the Bible but itÕs not. ItÕs a fake
Bible. You could write your own fake Bible if you wanted to. The real
Bible was written thousands of years ago, in the Middle East. Not by an
imitator writing 170 years ago in America.
As I see it, each Jewish-influenced religion in ancient Israel
probably had its own body of literature, its own Bible. But the YHWH
faction won out, and so the Holy Bible that we know today is the YHWH
factionÕs Bible. The other Bibles were destroyed by the YHWH faction.
(Read the Preface to the NIV to get a good definition of YHWH.)
DonÕt worry, I havenÕt found Jesus or anything. (Unless heÕs the guy
standing at the end of the street with a big sign and a cup.) I just got hold
of the new PlayboyÕs Wet and Wild and IÕll review it shortly. (As soon as I
refill from watching PlayboyÕs Cheerleaders!)
AND IN THE END...
ÒItÕs like meeting the girl of your dreams and finding out sheÕs 5.Ó
- MTV cable I.D.
(thatÕs ok with me. - h.j.)
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