Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 229
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter One
Polly, for her part, had run and hidden behind the grand piano, but
Andre had fetched her and now brought her to Rose. She was bent over
amidst much gagged squawking and given three butt-thumping swats just
as I had been. Louis, meanwhile, took me back to the sofa and had me sit
my wounded bottom down on his lap. I could feel his thing rudely growing
up between my asscheeks and I did not like it at all. How dare he be
excited at my suffering? And yet it was undeniable that he was. As I
squirmed with painful remorse upon his groin he grew bigger and bigger.
His cockhead pushed deep into my crevice and I soon found my squirmings
were actually impaling me upon him. I tried to shift my bottom but he
restrained my legs, holding me by my naked thighs so that I was forced to
relieve the sting of my fanny by grinding it into the upwardly rising stem
of his thing. Finally I was able to sit still, sniffling, with Louis grinning
his sardonic grin at me as Andre consoled Polly in a similar manner.
ÒCome, girls, we havenÕt all night,Ó Rose said. She stood and
beckoned us all to follow. We were led back into the entryway and,
through a portiere, up a long flight of wooden steps. They were brightly
polished. I had to be careful not to slip on the brightly waxed surface.
Upstairs, with the noise of rowdy parties emanating from closed doors on
either side of us, we walked down a long hall. At the back we were let
into a little girlÕs bedroom.
What a pretty room it might have been, but it had, like the castle
itself, a twin nature to it. I drew in my breath over PollyÕs panties as I
saw that the lovely fourposter bed, intended to have a canopy, had instead
made use of its four posts to allow straps to be fixed to them. I eyed the
straps at the baseboard posts and guessed my own feet might soon make
their acquaintance. Lifting my head, I was shocked to see straps hanging
above for the feet or the arms to be placed in, should anyone wish it,
while a mirror on the ceiling promised to reflect all back down upon the
poor victim bound in the bed.
Next to the girlÕs bed was a painted nightstand, with flowers and
decorative daisies embossed in small wooden embellishments upon its
white surface. But atop it, next to the bottle of the Winnie the Pooh
bubble bath, lay a heap of menÕs condoms. There was also a tube of
lubricant and, next to that, a sinister looking device that I knew to be a
speculum.
Rose turned to us both and met our eyes. We stood before her like
disciples waiting to be crucified, all trembly kneed and with our bottoms
still feeling like well-smacked jello. Our teats were hard, though, and my
tummy swirled at the prospect of such complete subservience to LouisÕ
wicked wishes. We had simply made love before, in our trysts. We had not
gotten kinky.
ÒGirls, I will do my best to provide for your comfort while youÕre
here with me,Ó Rose explained. ÒBut you must each surrender yourself
completely to your loverÕs desires. And he may desire whatever he
wishes! He is not to be denied anything for the next two weeks, and I will
make sure of it. Although I am a complete feminist, I do believe men have
rights too. Men need to dominate sometimes, and to control. Here they
will be permitted to do that. Elsewhere they might be punished for raping
their wives, or talking to or even looking at girls like yourself. Not here.
I provide this as a small service to mankind to allow him a brief retreat
to the days when men were men, and unrestrainedly so. There will be no
political correctness here. The law is their law, and you must obey.Ó She
smiled. ÒYou must think of it as being done for you, otherwise you will
never be able to bear it. That is what I discovered. If you remember that
always they are thinking of you, watching you, whoever might actually be
screwing you, then you will find yourself able to accept it all.Ó
She turned and turned down the bedcover and top sheet on the bed.
ÒNow Polly, since Fleurette went first last time, letÕs have you be first
now. I want you to get on the bed and lie down on your tummy and open up
your legs. Nice and wide.Ó Rose took Polly by the arm and guided her onto
the bed, Polly lifting her knees, first one, then the other, so she could
crawl onto it. Rose made her lie flat on her tummy, then placed a pillow
beneath her chin so she might have some comfort for her head. Her arms
remained firmly bound behind her. ÒSpread your legs, Polly,Ó Rose told the
girl. She slapped her bottom lightly to get her to comply. Immediately,
still sore from the paddle, Polly opened her knees into a wide vee, lifting
her heels up and letting them kick aimlessly in the air. ÒNow stay like
that, Polly, while I vaseline your anus for you. DonÕt make me tie you.
YouÕre a big girl and you should be able to take this.Ó
ÒWhomapmout?Ó Polly asked behind her gag. Rose opened the top
drawer of the dresser and drew out a jar of vaseline. She dipped her
finger in it and, at a squeak from Polly, opened the girlÕs ass and rimmed
her anus. ÒItÕs an enema, dear. YouÕll have a nice solid enema stuck up
your bottom to get out any shit that might be in there. Then, after you go
potty, your boyfriend will show you what itÕs like to be buttfucked. Have
you ever been buttfucked before, Polly?Ó
ÒNoooophoph!Ó Polly squealed behind her gag.
ÒI didnÕt think so...my, youÕre so tight!Ó Rose exclaimed. ÒI wish I
was still that squeaky-tight but IÕm afraid IÕve had men sawing away in
me since I was seven, and IÕm quite a bit older than that now. Lie still,
Polly, I donÕt want to cut your insides with my fingernail.Ó
Rose stuck her finger into PollyÕs hole with some considerable
effort and then, to squawks from the girl, lubricated the inside of her
channel up to the first inch. Polly seemed to sense that she might be
injured and lay with only a few wiggles while the passage was eased. At
last Rose drew out her finger. There was a cup on the nightstand for little
girls to have water in and Rose dipped her greased finger into the cup to
wet it. Then she wiped off her finger on a linen handkerchief that had
been lying fresh in the drawer. I made sure to remember not to ask for a
drink during the night.
The men, on their own initiative, began disrobing. I donÕt know if
Rose noticed at first, perhaps it suited her purpose not to. Off came the
menÕs dark, steeply-priced jackets, both tailor made and worn to convey
substance and rigidly conservative values. They dropped them on the floor
like day-old laundry. Their ties followed, loosened first, nooses being
undone on the scaffold by prisoners given a last-minute reprieve. I saw
their breath increase. Their chests worked rhythmically beneath their
starched shirts, runners getting up their wind for a critical race.
As the men worked open their shirt buttons Rose, sitting primly
with her finger in PollyÕs hineyhole, looked up. A smile flitted across her
face as she saw the sumptuous manflesh being exposed just as fast as the
boys could get their bodies out of their clothes. She let her eyes fall
across their hairy chests, tracing their fingers a moment with her stare
as they raced to get their shirtbuttons open. And then her countenance
took on the appearance of a woman delighted by the vigor of her charges,
but finding them undisciplined.
ÒAh, boys,Ó Rose said with a librarianÕs condescension, scolding a
whisper. ÒDid I say you could undress?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Andre admitted, staying his fingers a moment. My Louis kept
on unbuttoning his shirt.
ÒLouis!Ó Rose admonished him. Reluctantly he stopped his hands over
his navel button.
Lightly Rose brushed back her long ink-black hair from her face. Her
coiffure had become slightly undone by her exertions within PollyÕs anus.
ÒWhile both of you are free to dominate your girlfriends,Ó Rose began,
with a wiggle of PollyÕs bare bottom indicating she wished to get up. Rose
slapped her tushy lightly with her hand. ÒWhile you own your girlfriends,Ó
Rose began again, ÒI own both of you gentlemen, during your stay here at
my castle. In my presence, you are to ask my permission before you do
anything so gauche as stripping your clothes off.Ó
Andre seemed mesmerized by her words, but my Louis balked. He
fingered his final shirtbutton, eager to get it undone so he could go on to
his pants zipper. He flexed his considerable biceps, which were still
encased in the starched white sleeves of his shirt. ÒI could break your
skinny little body in two,Ó Louis snarled under his breath, looking directly
at Rose. She did not flinch or show any emotion. She simply stared back
at him.
ÒLouis,Ó she said finally. ÒI do have protection. A certain drug lord
looks after my welfare, for a cut of my profits, of course.Ó Louis kept his
face set in a look of noncompliance. ÒLord Shaftsbury,Ó Rose intoned.
LouisÕ face softened. He seemed suddenly resigned to obey. I felt a shiver
run right down my spine to my tailbone. My first love, I did not wish to
meet him again. IÕd left him behind, though weÕd been so close once. I had
Louis now. Yet Louis seemed to sense that, despite his muscles, which
Lord Shaftsbury did not possess, he would be most unwise to take on my
first lover. ÒAh, so youÕve heard of him,Ó Rose continued.
ÒA sewer rat, but a very powerful sewer rat,Ó Louis muttered.
ÒGood, then IÕm glad to see youÕll behave. Really, Louis, you had me
scared for a minute there. I donÕt necessarily turn away men who canÕt
obey, after all I am running a business here, but I donÕt play with them
personally. You must work on your chivalry a little, Louis. All your needs
will be satisfied beyond your wildest dreams, but you must learn the
virtues of patience and self-control.Ó She dropped her eyes to his
considerable crotch.
ÒI can hold my sperm better than any man,Ó Louis growled. He was
still upset by being bested by Rose, I could tell. I think thatÕs why I loved
Louis so much. He was so primal. A bull in a necktie (which now lay on
the floor beside his jacket). I guess I was hooked on musclemen at the
moment.
Rose ran her lips over her tongue. They sparkled with her saliva.
ÒLetÕs see your equipment, then, Louis. You have my permission. But keep
your distance. Little Polly here is a bit anxious about having your thing up
her hole.Ó
Louis gratefully yanked off his shirt and started working open his
pants. ÒI brought my own girl,Ó he said, with a glance at me. I stood at
attention by the bed. My hands were gripped by the handcuffs, and pinned
behind my back. I held PollyÕs panties in my mouth, though I longed to spit
them out. Imagine, being gagged with another girlÕs panties. I
remembered her peeing in the ladies room at the restaurant. Had any pee
droplets dribbled into her panties? I hoped not. I couldnÕt taste any pee,
anyway, though there seemed to be a hint of cunt juice. I tried not to
think about it. There was a wetness between my legs. I knew it wasnÕt
from any unmet bathroom needs. I was too terrified to think of anything
like that at the moment.
ÒYouÕll do only what I allow,Ó Rose said to Louis. She jammed her
finger deep into PollyÕs hole, abruptly, as if frustrated by LouisÕ continued
obstinance. Poor Polly bleated like a shorn sheep. Her bottom bounced on
the sheets as if it had just been given a shot. Rose turned her head to
Andre. His penis popped from his pants as he managed to be the first male
in the room to present himself. ÒAndre, I didnÕt say you could undress, did
I?Ó Rose asked him. Nonetheless her eyes feasted on his erect organ as
eagerly as mine. I scolded myself, but couldnÕt help it. Some say a dead
body is that way. You canÕt tear your eyes away, though your mind
screams at you to. Well, AndreÕs rod was much more mesmerizing. I
licked my lips, involuntarily, blushed when IÕd realized IÕd done it. Louis
frowned at me.
ÒI see if youÕre to become regular users of my castle, youÕll need
some training,Ó Rose said to Andre and Louis. As she spoke, Louis got his
pants fully open and his huge penis popped out. It was long and thick and I
and Rose gazed at both his and AndreÕs for a long minute, comparing them,
gauging their strength, their potential for endurance. I think two finer
cocks were never on display. Polly chose to play the child and hid her face
in her pillow. I noticed her thighs part an extra inch, though. She wanted
them both, but was too shy to say so.
ÒWe are going to have a little intermission,Ó Rose said suddenly.
She stood up from the bed. At once Polly rolled on her side and gazed at
everyone, her mouth open, her legs turned but still invitingly wide. She
walked to the dresser. She dipped her finger that had investigated PollyÕs
backside into the water cup. She dried it on the handkerchief. Leaning
over the dresser, she reached down behind it. She withdrew a wickedly
slender Malaccan cane. The men looked at her with uncertain eyes, their
cocks on full display. ÒFinish undressing, men,Ó Rose commanded. They
eased down their trousers, revealing their athletic legs. They kicked off
their shoes, confident, but perhaps just a little worried too, as Rose
flicked her cane idly against the side of the dresser. It made an insidious
swish through the air and then struck the dresser with a clean, sharp
whack.
When the men were free of everything, including their socks and
shoes, Rose spoke again. ÒIÕm going to cane you both on your bare buns,Ó
she said simply. She took off her vest, never letting go of the cane as she
spoke. Then she undid the buttons of her blouse. Finally, reaching behind
herself, she unhooked her bra. Her bosoms spilled from the brassiere.
They were twin cones of quivering white flesh, made all the more alluring
by the fact that, from the waist down, Rose still wore her yuppie-perfect
dress, while from the waist up she was utterly nude.
Rose whacked the open palm of her hand with her cane when she was
stripped bare to the waist. She eyed Louis and Andre, both of them naked
as jaybirds now, their cocks quivering with manly need, their bottoms
surely as worried as mine was. ÒTurn around, both of you,Ó Rose said to
my boyfriend and PollyÕs.
ÒNo! Please,Ó I begged, but PollyÕs panties, in the mouth, obscured
me. I did not want to see our boyfriendÕs lovely asses flayed, laid open by
the cane. I liked my boyfriendÕs butt just as it was! Yet, difficult as heÕd
been just a minute before, Louis now turned and offered Rose his backside.
ÒOpen your legs,Ó Rose said to both men. They seemed uncertain. ÒI
know, I know, you do not wish your testicles injured. You must both trust
me. You must show complete subservience to me. If youÕre both good I
shouldnÕt think IÕd have the slightest interest in cutting off your lineage.Ó
With an exchange of frustrated glances, Louis and Andre parted their
well-built legs and showed Rose their testicles from behind. They were
two nutsacks of perfect proportion, heavy with sperm and promising many
babies for both of us. I wanted to rush forward and save them from
whatever might transpire. Rose walked up to both of them and felt
between their legs and squeezed their sperm pouches. I prayed she didnÕt
milk them too thoughtlessly. A stray touch might trigger their seed, and
all might be lost.
ÒBend over,Ó Rose ordered. Both men glanced at each other, then
complied. They gripped their ankles. Their dongs were pushed down by
their bending stomachs. ÒOh, you are both so long,Ó Rose said in a tone
that was half admonitory, half admiring. She clucked and ran her fingers
slowly down the tender underside of each manÕs penis, leaving little pinch
marks as she went, testing the tensile strength of each organ. I watched,
holding PollyÕs panties delicately in my mouth. Oh, how I longed to soothe
those poor pinched penises. But with Rose armed with a difficult cane,
one whose reputation was as challenging to a backside as any imaginable,
I was in no mood to test her will.
Both men held up well as Rose felt their organs, their balls,
examining them from behind as thoroughly as a gynecologist might check a
woman with child. ÒVery good,Ó she said at last. ÒPlease remain standing
just as you are. I like my men compliant sometimes, depending on my
mood. Now IÕll give you both a few whacks to show you whoÕs boss.Ó
ÒThatÕs a ruthless cane,Ó Louis said, looking through his parted legs
with his head upside down. I almost giggled, losing PollyÕs panties. He
looked quite silly.
Rose patted LouisÕ rear. ÒI donÕt believe in making things easy,
dear,Ó she said quietly. She lifted her cane and ran out its length on her
palm. It was a frightening four and a half feet long, I guessed, yet it was
incredibly light, just a handle, really, with a shard of palmstem sprouting
out to its tip. A silken thread wound with lighthearted grace along the
stem, then looped through a hole at the tip, where it formed a decorative
little bow. A very feminine instrument, really, but able to pack a
substantial bite. ÒReady, boys?Ó Rose asked.
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