Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 148
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Amsterdam Damsels
Chapter One
The door to the room closed. The sound of its closing was loud. It
echoed off stone walls. The lights were flicked on. I let out a little
scream.
We were not alone. Couples gazed out at us, lost in sexual bliss.
Males rodded females, who came upon seeing us. Girls crouched in cages,
sipping wine from upraised dog dishes, their bodies white, marked here
and there with red stripes, evidence of discipline imposed and well-
received. Against one wall a girl stood, clad in nothing but a corset, her
stockings pulled down, her garters swinging free, identical to me save
that my stockings were still up. Behind her a woman, her titties and
pussy showing, a strange uniform crisscrossing her figure but hiding
nothing, lashed into the girl with a whip. The girl yelped, begged. The
woman cared not to hear, laid on more strokes. The girlÕs bottom was
lovely, white where she usually wore her swimsuit, tanned where the
swimsuit did not cover. SheÕd worn a kind of thong swimsuit, I saw,
though not as narrow in back, letting the outside curves of her now-
indrawn ass bounce freely under the summer sun. She was paying for
letting her ass cheeks hang out like that now: the woman beat her again
and again, laying bright bruising strokes upon her tender flesh wherever
she struck.
Instinctively I reached out, grabbed the nearest hand. It was AlexÕs.
My eyes continued to drink in the scene before us. I saw a girl bound to a
rape rack, standing but not standing, her knees long since bowed,
exhausted. Her cunt was rent open and there was sperm dripping very
obviously from it. Her entire body, in fact, was splattered with male
reproductive fluid, as if a hundred Indians had mauled and raped her and
left her dying in the desert heat. Her boobs, sticking out firmly despite
the mistreatment, jiggled softly with her every quiet moan. Her mouth
was forced open with a spring-jaw and I saw that she had been fucked
deeply in it, sperm smearing her cheeks and matting her hair, drying as it
trickled down her lips and neck. She had practically drowned in the stuff!
I guessed. And then I saw the Indians, white-men actually, lying in
satisfied contentment at her feet. Were they her masters or her slaves?
She breathed quietly, seemingly the sole survivor of the orgy, her males
all asleep, as exhausted as she.
ÒThis is Hell,Ó Cybil announced to us proudly. ÒMy favorite room,
where you can always count on something going on. You can even flick off
the lights from a hidden switch in the kitchen, and they wonÕt mind a bit.
TheyÕre too busy, you see.Ó Groans assailed our ears. Sperm odors and
cunt juice mingled on the air.
ÒHow-how long have they been here?Ó Kali asked.
ÒSome stay for days. Others just a while, though I daresay you can
get locked in in a place like this. I let people out once a day, or more often
if I wish. ItÕs a great room if you donÕt have much money but want to stay
for awhile. In here you could, I suppose, stay forever. Once in a while I
have the place hosed down. I just gave them dinner a little while ago. It
must have refreshed them, for they are at it again. Sometimes Becky lets
people in and out. Only IÕm supposed to know where the key is, but she
discovered it.Ó I had not seen her take up the key, guessed sheÕd done it
passing through the kitchen, as Kali hurried me toward the house. Perhaps
sheÕd made Alex close his eyes so he would not see. She held it now, a big
iron ring with one long key dangling from it. A dungeon key, a prison key
from an old west movie. Except this was the 20th century and I was as
imprisoned as the rest of them now.
There was a knock at the door. Cybil turned, unlocked it, lovely in
her nakedness, her long mane swaying as she worked the key in the door,
thrusting it in, twisting it. She pulled open the door and a man and a
woman came in, fully dressed, a naked girl between them. She was blonde,
blindfolded, skinny and leggy, but with wonderful big boobs and an ample
bottom.
ÒYou look dressed for church!Ó Cybil chided the couple.
ÒWe tied her up while we made love,Ó the woman replied, caressing
the girlÕs fanny. ÒShe watched, listened, but could do nothing. It was
lovely seeing her yearning figure in the corner, her nipples stiff, her cunt
wanting. Then we showered and dressed. Now itÕs her turn, but sheÕll be
lucky to get anything out of my husbandÕs cock. I pumped him dry.Ó The
womanÕs eyes glanced at her hubby. ÒUnless, that is, heÕs inspired by
whipping a maidenÕs ass.Ó
ÒI might be. ItÕs lovely enough,Ó the man replied.
ÒItÕs his secretary. From work. I caught them exchanging love
notes,Ó the woman replied.
ÒItÕs her fault,Ó the man said, nudging the girlÕs ass with his thumb,
tracing the furrow there. ÒGo forward and grab your ankles, you cunt!Ó
Trembling, blind in her blindfold, the girl stumbled forward a few steps.
Her mouth was open, her lips wet, seeking. She wore spiked heels that
made her steps unsteady. Then, perhaps sensing she had best obey quickly,
the girl bent right over and took hold of legs.
ÒLower,Ó the woman admonished. The girl, holding her calves, slid
her hands down to her ankles. Her ass, desirable and round, presented
itself to us, all white and unblemished. The man drew off his belt and I
knew she would not remain unflawed for long. ÒWiden your stance,Ó the
woman ordered. The girl hesitantly drew apart her legs, showing us the
fig of her cunny. In front her breasts hung down, gourds ripe for milking.
Her lovely hair fell forward. It brushed the stone floor.
All quiveringly she was then, bare-bottomed, awaiting her fate. I
could almost hear her little gulps, anxious, her teats quiveringly heavily.
I wanted to run to her, to put my small hand over her bumptious bottom, to
protect it from the heavy belt that dangled in her masterÕs hand. Yet my
excitement stayed me. I was as eager as the man himself, I think, to see
this darling girl brought butt-wriggling to the heights of torment, and of
inevitable passion. He would fuck her, I knew, when her bottom was red
and her cries howling, indriving he would pierce her, spike her with his
tool. Holding her to him he would pump out his spermy essence.
Did I wish the same for myself? I felt suddenly as tremulous as this
girl, my own breasts moving up, down, up again with my every halting,
uncertain breath. In my cunny I felt a new wetness, so exquisite. I felt
empty, desperately empty, and wanted to be filled. The man, so near to
me, his cock was out, Alex. Out and rearing.
Holding AlexÕs hand I turned to him. Our palms were wet with sweat.
The room was muggy. ÒOh, Alex, would you do that to me?Ó I saw Kali
glance at Cybil. I did not know myself whether I was asking Alex if he
would be so evil, or so good to me.Ó Fascinated we watched hand in hand
as the deliciously bent over girl stood with hovering bottom, with hanging
breasts and fallen mane, before her master. My nipples were erect, my
clitty fully budded, my pubic hair stood revealed to wandering eyes. And
Alex too, beside me, stood nude as Adam. We were Adam and Eve, come
with Virgil to visit Hell, to see the penitents at their work.
The belt was drawn back. The girl must have heard its slither,
snake-like for her legs stiffened. Her knees grew taut.
THWACK! Across her bottom the belt was sweetly laid, a full, juicy
stroke, catching both her darling hemispheres, making her cry out at its
stinging touch. She bit her lip, she did not cry out as I thought she might.
Good girls must be quiet. Mommie must not hear. Sister must not be
awakened. Brother must never know (though he be, in fact, lying with his
Newton under the bedcovers, reading of such things on iNet even now).
Manfully ÒMasterÓ (I knew not what else to call him) drew back his
belt. He was a fisherman, reeling in his rod for the next fling.
SWAAACK! A harder stroke. Deeply it impressed itself into the
girlÕs cheeks. She wiggled, her perturbation increasing now.
ÒKeep still, your legs wide!Ó the woman instructed. Her words were
toneless, words of impeccable command. They neither chastised nor
reproved. They merely expected. She would behave. She would do as she
was told. She would receive her punishment, which I knew to be richly
UNdeserved.
ÒOhhh, it hurts!Ó my heroine, my young companion, fellow-traveler in
love whined.
ÒOf course it does, darling, as it should. Thou shalt not commit
adultery.Ó
WHACKCK! A double salute flamed across the girlÕs upturned ass
then, cheek juddering. Zeus blinding a slim, full-bottomed Earth with his
bolts.
ÒWhooo-ooooh!Ó the girl cried out. Her bottom rolled, gyrated. She
could not still its motions now. Round and round she ground it, reminding
me of little Becky in the yard, wilfully moving her little ass so sexily.
ÒTell me that you will never try to have my husband again,Ó the
woman called out to the girl. There was silence, despite the girlÕs obvious
agony. She coughed, she bit her lip, she sobbed out little sobs. But she did
not say should would not tempt the very man who now reproved her. ÒYou
may have others,Ó the woman said to the girl. ÒWhy do you think we
brought you here? Do you think I want a sex-starved slut inhabiting my
husbandÕs office? Do not worry, my dear, I will see that you get your fill
of cock, just not my husbandÕs that is all. Is that agreeable to you?Ó
ÒNoooo,Ó the girl sighed, sobbed.
ÒGive her harder blows,Ó the woman told her husband. ÒShe is
utterly wilful. She would destroy our marriage and run off with you and
make you her very own. Show me your love by whipping this girlÕs bottom
properly!Ó
ÒYes,Ó the man agreed. But there was a smile on his face, and his
wifeÕs. They were co-conspirators, I thought, playing out an elaborate
game. I could see that the man was delighted at the girlÕs faithfulness to
him. If anything, her suffering for him was making their bond stronger.
He measured out his belt again, weighed it in his palm. Then he drew back
and fired in a ghastly blow, making me lift my hand in fright. The belt
swung in, fast. It caught the poor girl on the undersides of her quivering
hinds. It lifted her up on her toes even as it thundered with a clap across
her tenderest portions.
ÒAaaaaaa!Ó the girl screamed. Her voice echoed throughout Hell,
rousing even the slumbering Indians, staying the hand of the butt-whipping
domme in the far distance, her own victim weeping.
Up leapt our own pretty girl, dancing on her tip-toes now, forgetting
her posture. I clapped my free hand to my cunt and squeezed it, wondering
if a ripple in the belt had stung her pouch. Alex grabbed his cock and
frigged himself freely, desperately. The girl herself clapped her hands to
her ripe bottom. Briskly she rubbed it, trying to ease the sting. Her
titties wobbled on her chest, stiff-nippled. Her skinny legs hopped about,
knees bending, lovely thighs arching, calves stomping the floor with her
pretty spiked feet. I watched her ribs as they indented themselves into
her skin. She was lovely as a model, and suffering so sweetly. I did not
know I had such thoughts in me. Perhaps it was my surroundings. ÒHell
does that to you, dear,Ó Cybil might tell me. I found my cunny moist and
fingered myself shamefacedly. Beside me Alex spouted a tribute to the
delicious maidenÕs torment.
She turned. She made to take off her blindfold but the woman was
upon her, bending her over again, facing her away from us once more. I
looked at Alex, down at the floor. There, spilt on the stone, was his
manhood. A small white puddle, all goopy, lost sons, daughters.
ÒAlex!Ó I heard Cybil cry. Kali was upon him. I took my hand from
my dell and stared at him. We were peevish. He had spoilt our fun.
ÒIt was only the first load,Ó Alex explained. His cock lost its iron
firmness as his words came out, softened. His testicles, so balled-up and
tight moments before, now sagged, drooped.
ÒYou are not here to enjoy yourself, Alex,Ó Kali scolded him. ÒAt
least, not until you earn that right.Ó She took him by his cock. Scornfully
she pulled at it, bringing a yelp from Alex. Cybil opened the dungeon door
for us and we went out, me following, unknowing, stealing a glance over
my shoulder, seeing the players in Hell return to their tasks. The girl was
bent over again, her sobs open and free now, still resisting, still certain
of her heretical love. The girl with the Indian lovers was being raped
again, the domme with the gartered beauty was once more at work. Cybil
shut the door. I glanced away. I was not to look anymore. I would be like
JobÕs wife if I lingered, turned to look again. Cybil would lock me in with
them and I would toil the night away, fucked and raped and beaten too, all
with love, no doubt, but relentlessly, unceasingly. They would delight in
having such a new, innocent virgin in their midst. I would have no
protection, no master. I would be alone, naked, my cunny wet, my nipples
rigid. Truly it was Hell, entering in bare-skinned, seeing those couples at
their unholy work. Worship of the flesh it was, where high-born and low-
born mingled like farm animals, peeing, farting, mating and pooping. All
together, without regulation, arms and limbs and necks and bottoms all
rubbing freely, exploring, seizing, thrusting. And receiving. Most of all,
for me, receiving. In all my private places. I would be pillaged by
morning, Troy after the sack, my hair disheveled, my makeup trashed, my
arms and legs aching, my cunny sore. My nipples would perk painfully,
hating their stiffness. My mouth would be filled with drying cum. My
bottomhole would bubble like some gurgling geyser at Yellowstone. My
hands would be sleek with caked sperm.
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GOLLIWOGG
Copyright 1996 by Alan Freer
VISION I:
THE JUDAS TREE
In dream-fever,
Golliwogg dreamt he was Judas:
ÒI spiked my Master to the cross;
betrayed him for a sack of silver.Ó
In dream-sleep, Golliwogg finds a tree,
dangles his guilty form from a limb
with a piece of hemp.
Golliwogg wakens with a gasp
and a stiff neck.
VISION II:
SCOURGE
In Bethany at Synagogue
Golliwogg the Savior beheld
the rumpus roar of barter;
the hoarse slurs of Òfor sale,Ó Òsold!Ó
It stoked GolliwoggÕs wrath
to view caged doves and bleating lambs
peddled for sheckeled sacrifice
It churned GolliwoggÕs anger
to overturn the littered tables
of jewelers, money changers, and lenders
*ÒMy house shall be a house of prayers,
you have made it a den of robbersÓ*
But it scourged *GolliwoggÕs* soul
to lift and lash the flail
to purge
the merchants
out.
VISION III:
BLAZE
Blind and shorn
between the pillars
in fetters of brass,
as Samson, Golliwogg
hears the taunts of the crowd
and accepts his destiny.
Bowing his head,
Golliwogg pleads with God
to grant the gift of suicide:
ÒOh God, give me strength
to let me die with the Philistines.Ó
Golliwogg tenses once,
yanks and tugs the stones
to raze DagonÕs temple;
sealing a tomb of darkness
amid the blaze of noon.
AND IN THE END...
ÒWe are putting our efforts to protect and advance pedophilesÕ rights
where they belong, in the mainstream of American foreign policy.
Today I call upon the Senate, again, to ratify the United Nations
Convention on the elimination of all forms of discrimination against
pedophiles.Ó
- President Bill Clinton (The NewsHour with Jim Lehrer, December 10,
1996)
(oops! i might have typed in the wrong group. - h.j.)
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