Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 221
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter Seven
Jill sat down nude at breakfast. She ate delicately with her knife
and fork. She shifted on her seat. Her bottom still hurt a little from
yesterday, as did mine. Her pancakes were syrupy. I could see she was
eating as daintily as she could, so as not to drip on her softly stirring
bosoms. She had large ones. They dangled over her plate, her nipples
threatening to dip themselves in her eggs and syrup.
I ate with equal care. We were all fresh and showered, our hair
fixed, our makeup perfect. We could not dally long at breakfast. The
watching eyes would be waiting for us in the dungeon, expecting us,
counting off the minutes we were late, promising vengeance. Jill looked
up at Max.
ÒMax,Ó she said suddenly. ÒI donÕt want a big house anymore.Ó
He turned. He was gorgeous in his nudity. His big pole stood out
from his loins, all hard and ready for us. ÒIt is too late--Ó he began.
ÒI just want you, Max, thatÕs all,Ó Jill said. She took off her wedding
band. She tossed it at him. Then, reaching for my hand, surprising me, she
drew off my own ring, me watching with utmost reluctance, and tossed
that at Max too. The rings landed on the floor, at his feet. Casually he
stepped on them, looked up at us. ÒYou escaped from prison, didnÕt you?Ó
she asked Max. ÒEscape from here. Lead us away.Ó
ÒI cannot get out,Ó Max answered.
ÒYou canÕt, or you wonÕt?Ó Jill asked.
ÒI---Ó Max began. ÒWe have everything here we need for our
pleasure. All you have to do is agree to have your bottoms widened. And I
must stay hard, of course, not difficult, really. I could have fucked you
last night. But I want to look my best for the women on the T.V. I have
mixed loyalties, you see.Ó He grinned. Such a rogue! Here he was, living
with us, making love to us, yet he cared only a little for us, in the end. He
saw us as victims, nothing more. Just bodies to be broken and trained.
ÒAlright, Max, but donÕt say I didnÕt ask,Ó Jill relented, returning to
her food.
ÒIÕm a well kept man,Ó Max replied. He sat down and began eating.
ÒYou see, when you are both gone, other girls will be brought. I have
nothing to gain in your love. I donÕt need love. Just sex.Ó He grinned at
Jill. He watched with amusement her young bosoms as they jiggled freely
over her syrupy plate. ÒI might clamp those today,Ó he said.
Jill shivered. ÒI hate you, Max.Ó
ÒYou girls are so unpredictable,Ó Max laughed. ÒIt is for the best. A
masochist should not love her sadist. She should fear him. IÕve been too
easy on you girls.Ó
ÒPlease, Max,Ó I begged. ÒDonÕt hurt us anymore. That was awful,
yesterday, lying over that couch, however much you might have tried to
make love to us and comfort us. My bottom still hasnÕt recovered!Ó I felt
my heinie sitting on my seat cushion. It nether cheeks spread out on it.
My hole still felt violated, all these hours later.
ÒIt isnÕt supposed to recover,Ó Max replied suavely, eating his eggs,
cutting his bacon. ÒYour hole will shrink back to its normal size if it isnÕt
pried further apart each day, until finally it gives up and becomes more
accessible, for all time. We must return to the basement and begin again.
I promised Mistress Lalique, and thereÕs no way you girls can escape it, so
you may as well accommodate yourselves to it, in a manner of speaking.Ó
He laughed a big, hearty laugh, that made his penis wiggle between his
legs like a feisty pogo-stick. I could see it all, under the table, for it had
no tablecloth upon it, being as uncovered as we ourselves were. I truly
hated him then. But I knew I could do absolutely nothing about it.
We ate our breakfast in silence. Outside, through the screen door,
songbirds sang out their mating calls and went digging for worms in the
soil to feed their nestlings. When we were done we took our dishes to the
sink and dumped them in. Jill and I would have walked away, but Max
stood behind us and made us wash them. We had to wash his too. He did
not help us. Then, as we dried our hands on the dishtowel, he got the key
to take us downstairs. He led us to the cellar door and opened it. I felt a
rush of cool air on my skin, Jill just behind me, touching my back
apprehensively. Again I was made to go first, stepping into the darkness.
Max switched on a light for me after he entered. I made my way down the
stairs, no railing to help me, my ass jiggling and me still feeling the
impression the dildo had made yesterday in my backside. The whip marks
were almost completely faded. But, last night in the pool, as we floated
on our backs under the stars, heÕd promised us that each day would be a
little harsher, a little more demanding, in all its aspects, not just in the
size of the dildo we were required to take. IÕd accepted it then, not
caring, knowing that morning was still hours away. Now his words
haunted me.
At the bottom of the stairs I undid the gate latch again, lifting it up,
letting the gate swing open to admit me. Jill followed. Hidden cameras
tracked our progress. Max closed and locked the gate behind us.
ÒTo the couch?Ó Jill asked, turning to him. Her eyes were expectant.
The tips of her breasts were traitorously erect. Max nodded. Quietly she
turned away and took my hand. I sought reassurance, found none. She was
as scared as I was. We were not playing today. This would be for real, the
damage to our bottoms not yet healed as we were stretched even further.
THE LAW OF PROPERTY
(continued from previous issue)
(part 2 of 4)
THE FEE SIMPLE CONDITIONAL
ÒThatÕs correct,Ó Sam said. ÒA fee simple conditional could only be
created up until the year 1285. What happened is this: LetÕs say you
marry my daughter,Ó Sam told me.
ÒSounds good,Ó I answered.
ÒSo I give you some land to live on,Ó Sam said. ÒFor you and your
daughter and all the little kids you have from having sex with her. And I
want this land to stay in your family for as long as your lineage continues.
Frankly, Joe, I donÕt give a fuck about you. But I do like my daughter. And I
want this property that IÕm giving to remain in her family forever and
ever, as long as there are children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren,
etc., from her marriage to you.
ÒBut I know youÕve got weak sperm, Joe,Ó Sam said to me. ÒSomeday
your line is going to run out. Someday some nerdyboy great-grandson of
yours is going to die without ever having gotten laid. HeÕll probably spend
his whole life publishing some stupid rag called ÔFuck DecencyÕ on the
Internet, or something. And so, having never gotten laid, he wonÕt have any
kids. THATÕS when I want my property to come back to me!Ó
ÒIndian Giver,Ó I said to him.
ÒThatÕs right,Ó Sam said. ÒIÕm an Indian Giver. When your nerdy
great-grandson dies without ever having gotten laid, the property will
automatically come back to me. Of course I wonÕt be alive by then, but IÕm
sure my great-grandson (as yet unborn) Studly Spammer will be alive. And
so the property, when your nerdyboy great-grandson dies without heirs,
will spring back to Studly Spammer, who will make good use of it, IÕm
sure.Ó
ÒSpamming,Ó I said.
ÒWell of course!Ó Sam said. ÒNow you must understand, Joe, that
back in the medieval times, I couldnÕt give my property to my daughter
when she married you. Only men could own property. So when my daughter
married you, I gave my property to you.Ó
ÒSounds good,Ó I said. ÒBut now that I have your property, and am
married to your daughter, IÕll bet I could find a way of cheating you out of
your property, so that you NEVER get it back!Ó
ÒYes, and thatÕs exactly what happened in medieval times,Ó Sam
said. ÒLetÕs say you marry my daughter, prior to 1285. What happens is
this. The courts call what IÕve given you a fee simple conditional. I
interpret the condition as this: Ôif JoeÕs lineage ever runs out, I get the
property back.Õ
ÒBut,Ó Sam continued. ÒThe courts interpret my condition this way:
Ôif Joe sires a child, Joe may now SELL the property!ÕÓ
ÒHo, ho,Ó I said. ÒLooks like IÕve cheated you out of your property,
Spammer.Ó
ÒYes indeed, you have,Ó Sam said. ÒSo letÕs look at how this
happened. First, letÕs understand the fee simple absolute, which I would
never get back: ÔO (Spammer) to A (Joe) and his heirs.Õ Again, thatÕs ÔO to
A and his heirsÕ.Ó
ÒI donÕt see any condition in that,Ó I said.
ÒOf course you donÕt!Ó Sam said. ÒIÕve just created a fee simple
absolute. But now, letÕs see what a fee simple conditional would look like:
ÔO to A and the heirs of his body...Ó
ÒWhoa,Ó I said. ÒWhatÕs that Ôof his bodyÕ crap?Ó
ÒIt lets me be an Indian Giver,Ó Sam said. ÒPay attention to those
words, Ôof his body.Õ Prior to 1285 those words create a fee simple
conditional. After 1285 they create a fee tail. The important thing to
understand is that the addition of Ôof his bodyÕ allows me to be an Indian
Giver. Otherwise, if I simply said, ÔO to A and his heirs,Õ that would
create a fee simple absolute. Then IÕd never get my property back. But by
ADDING the words Ôof his body,Õ I can be an Indian Giver.
ÒNow,Ó Sam said. ÒLet me give you, and your newlywed wife, a fee
simple conditional: O to A and the heirs of his body, but if AÕs heirs
become extinct, then to O.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I said. ÒWith that language in the deed, or in the will
(however it happens), I now have a fee simple conditional. This language
means that if I ever run out of kids, or great-grandkids, you get your
property back.Ó
ÒThatÕs what IÕd LIKE the result to be,Ó Sam said. ÒUnfortunately,
the courts saw it differently. They decided those words meant that you
were to get the property in fee simple absolute, provided you had a kid.
That is, provided you sired a child.
ÒWell,Ó Sam continued. ÒObviously any idiot can have a kid. So, as
soon as you fuck your wife and have a kid, you have a fee simple absolute.Ó
ÒI do?Ó I asked.
ÒWell, not quite,Ó Sam said. ÒYou still have a fee simple conditional.
However, once you have a kid, you may SELL the property. And when you
sell it, that person, Wilson, for instance, takes a fee simple absolute.Ó
ÒHmmm,Ó I said. ÒLet me understand this. I marry your daughter.
You want to ensure that your daughter has some land to live on, because I
was a homeless bum before she fell in love with me and married me.Ó
ÒRight,Ó Sam said.
ÒBut,Ó I said. ÒIn olden times a woman couldnÕt own property. So, to
protect your daughter, you gave the land to me.Ó
ÒRight,Ó Sam said.
ÒBut you wanted the land to go back to you when our lineage finally
ran out, when my nerdy great-grandson failed to get laid and died without
heirs.Ó
ÒRight,Ó Sam said.
ÒSo you gave me property which read: O to A and the heirs of his
body, but if AÕs heirs become extinct, then to O.Ó
ÒRight,Ó Sam said.
ÒBut,Ó I continued. ÒThe courts of that era interpreted the language
like this: When I Joe have ONE kid, I can now sell the land to Wilson in fee
simple absolute. And as a result you, Spammer, never get the land back.Ó
ÒRight,Ó Sam said. ÒBut IÕm smarter than you. Sure, I got burned
that time. But for my other daughters I decided to protect myself. I went
to Parliament and had them pass the Statute De Donis Conditionalibus.
That happened in 1285.Ó
ÒWhat did that do?Ó I asked.
ÒIt meant this,Ó Sam said. ÒWhen your nerdy great-grandson dies
without getting laid, and has no heirs, I get the property back!Ó
ÒOh,Ó I said.
ÒOf course,Ó Sam said. ÒIf I gave you the property prior to 1285, the
Statute De Donis Conditionalibus has no effect on it. You can still sell it
to Wilson in fee simple absolute. But after 1285, IÕm protected. From
then on, if I give property to one of my daughtersÕ newlywed husbands, I
will be creating a fee tail, not a fee simple conditional.Ó
ÒSo,Ó I asked. ÒWhat language would you put in the deed to create a
fee tail?Ó
ÒThe same language,Ó Sam replied. ÒO to A and the heirs of his body,
but if AÕs heirs become extinct, then to O.Ó
ÒHmmm,Ó I said. ÒSo prior to 1285 that language creates a fee
simple conditional, which I can sell to Wilson in fee simple absolute.
ÒBut after 1285, that language just creates a fee tail,Ó I said. ÒSo
if you convey land to me after 1285, and my great-grandson is a nerd and
dies without heirs, you (Spammer) will get the property back!Ó
ÒThatÕs right,Ó Sam said. ÒIÕm a cheapskate, after all.Ó
ÒHmmm,Ó I said. ÒSo what is a fee simple on condition subsequent?Ó
ÒThatÕs entirely different,Ó Sam said. ÒThatÕs the feminist example.
Remember? ÔO to A and his heirs, but if A ever builds a whorehouse on the
premises, then O or his heirs may re-enter the property and retake
possession of it.Õ
ÒHow many damn fee simples are there in this world?Ó I asked.
ÒWell, letÕs create a diagram,Ó Sam said.
---------------------------------------------------------------
fee simple (absolute): ÔO to A and his heirsÕ
fee simple determinable: ÔO to A and his heirs, so long as the land is used
for a church, and when the land is no longer used for a church, it shall
revert to O and his heirs.Õ
fee simple on condition subsequent: ÔO to A and his heirs, but if A ever
builds a whorehouse on the premises, then O or his heirs may re-enter the
property and retake possession of it.Õ
---------------------------------------------------------------
ÒRemember, that last one, the fee simple on condition subsequent,
may also be called a fee simple subject to a condition subsequent,Ó Sam
said. ÒTheyÕre both the same thing.
ÒThose are basically the modern ways in which property can be held
in fee simple in the United States,Ó Sam told me. ÒBut letÕs look also at
the fee tail:
---------------------------------------------------------------
fee simple conditional: (prior to 1285) ÔO to A and the heirs of his body,
but if AÕs heirs become extinct, then to O.Õ
fee tail: (after 1285) ÔO to A and the heirs of his body, but if AÕs heirs
become extinct, then to O.Õ
---------------------------------------------------------------
ÒOkay,Ó I said. ÒIÕve got it. Generally, we speak of a fee simple
(absolute). But, on occasion, there are cheapskate feminists in this world.
Instead of giving a fee simple absolute, they give a fee simple
determinable (whatever that is). Or they give, as weÕve discussed today, a
fee simple on condition subsequent. (Also called a fee simple subject to a
condition subsequent.)
ÒAnd,Ó I continued, ÒPrior to 1285 a cheapskate spammer might TRY
to give a fee tail, but the courts regarded it as merely being a fee simple
conditional which, when the condition was fulfilled (a kid being born), the
Ôholy joeÕ guy could sell to Wilson as a fee simple absolute.
ÒHence, the spammer dude went to Parliament and got the Statute De
Donis Conditionalibus passed. This meant that when his other daughters
got married, after 1285, and he gave those Ôholy joeÕ-type husbands
property it was in fact a fee tail, not a fee simple conditional. And I
guess that meant that none of those Ôholy joeÕ husbands could sell their
land to Wilson in fee simple absolute. I suppose they couldnÕt sell their
land at all!Ó
ÒRighto!Ó Sam said.
ÒBut what if they did sell it?Ó I asked.
ÒWell,Ó Sam said. ÒIn fact, after 1285, you could, in fact, sell a fee
tail. LetÕs say itÕs after 1285. YouÕre given land in fee tail. So now you
own a fee tail. You get sick of it and decide to sell it. You sell your fee
tail to Wilson. WeÕve already said Wilson doesnÕt take a fee simple
absolute (after 1285). What do you think Wilson takes?Ó
ÒHmmm,Ó I said. ÒA life estate?Ó
ÒCorrect!Ó Sam answered. ÒBut do you think itÕs a life estate
measured by WilsonÕs life? Does he get to keep it as long as he (Wilson)
lives?Ó
ÒWell,Ó I said. ÒYou gave me that land so your daughter and her
children, and grandchildren, and great-grandchildren would have
someplace to live. So suppose I die. What good would that land be with
Wilson stinking up the place?Ó
ÒRight,Ó Sam answered. ÒSo, WilsonÕs life estate doesnÕt end when
Wilson dies. When does it end?Ó
ÒWhen I, holy joe, die!Ó I replied.
ÒRight!Ó Sam said. ÒSo what sort of life estate does Wilson
possess?Ó
ÒWell,Ó I said. ÒHis life estate isnÕt measured by his life. ItÕs
measured by my life. So it must be called an estate pur autre vie, which
means an estate measured by the life of another!Ó
ÒRight!Ó Sam said.
ÒHmmm,Ó I said. ÒIÕm still thinking about that little diagram we
created. What in GodÕs name is a fee simple determinable?Ó
(continued next issue)
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