Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 249
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter Two
...The maid asked Joanne and Sylvia what they wished to have.
ÒA screwdriver, please,Ó Joanne replied.
ÒA stinger,Ó Sylvia said. Joanne shifted on her hassock a little,
glanced at Sylvia. They were as bare-bottomed as Polly and I, though
permitted to wear dresses. Clothes seemed to be worn as a kind of rank
by the girls here at the castle. The newest, like Polly and I, must go
naked, and with our restraints freely showing and freely used. Girls with
some experience, like Joanne and Sylvia, were allowed clothes, but they
were worn so as not to interfere with their use as sexual objects. Men
might simply bend them over and take them from the rear, or have them
sit on their laps, with nothing protecting them from the penis which
sprung up there. Their breasts, too, were kept on view, as statues offer
their loins and bosoms, hiding them from no one, displaying their form and
function to all comers. Maria our maid brought drinks for the girls. I
learnt her name because Sylvia used it, telling her to add extra brandy.
ÒDo not dilute it too much,Ó she said. ÒI want it raw.Ó Maria said nothing,
did not nod, but when she brought the drink she waited while Sylvia sipped
it and found it met with her approval.
Polly requested another drink. I donÕt know if she knew it was
alcoholic. She had downed the first one like a glass of punch. Rose did not
object. It was brought. Polly gulped her drink, ate the cherry, much as
before.
ÒPolly,Ó Rose said, waiting until the girl had finished her second
drink. ÒTonight, when you are asleep, IÕm going to have someone come and
whip you.Ó
PollyÕs eyes bulged and her head shot up from the rim of her glass,
where sheÕd been sucking up the remains of her drink.
ÒWhipped?!Ó Polly announced. ÒOh, I donÕt like that!Ó
ÒIt is necessary, Polly,Ó Rose said quietly. She looked at Joanne and
Sylvia. ÒStand up and show me your bottoms, girls. Have you two been put
to punishment lately?Ó
Joanne and Sylvia rose. For a moment Sylvia lost her brash, almost
over-confident demeanor as they both bowed their heads and turned their
backs to us. With a quickening heart I saw their derrieres, nude as my
own, but plumper, fuller. They reminded me of myself. I could see their
tan lines where their bikinis would normally be, if they sunned by the pool
when the workmen were present. Here, in our sheltered sunroom, there
was no need for such modesty. Well trained, both girls bent forward and
mooned their mistress. Not to do so would have been an offense, just the
opposite from conventional society. Their figs showed between their legs,
soft and neatly cleft and inviting. Their bottoms had not a mark upon
them, despite a month of training at the castle.
ÒSylvia, you are to be branded soon, are you not?Ó Rose asked with
cool aplomb. She sipped at her drink. The maid, moving about and between
us, had given her a new bloody mary. She lit a cigarette for Rose and Rose
accepted it between her fingers, holding it, letting the smoke curl up like
daydreaming thoughts on a summer afternoon. Somewhere in the distance
I thought I heard the roll of thunder. The air seemed suddenly oppressive.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Sylvia replied. ÒWith your permission.Ó
Rose flicked ash from the end of her cigarette. She took a puff on it
and then replied, as the girls remained bending, ÒNot with my permission,
love. With your boyfriendÕs permission. Or should I say your fiancee?Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Sylvia answered.
ÒYou wish the brand to signal your complete commitment to him?Ó
Rose inquired.
ÒYes,Ó Sylvia answered. A little shudder ran down her spine and her
bottom waggled invitingly.
ÒIn the old days, I wonÕt say in my day, but in the old days,Ó Rose
confided aloud to Polly, as the girl watched her puff again on her
cigarette, ÒIn the old days girls saved themselves for marriage. Now, of
course, girls hardly save themselves beyond the seventh grade. So new
ways of showing commitment are necessary. Piercing, tattooing,
branding. I suppose itÕs preferable to abstinence, eh, Polly? Have you
saved yourself for marriage, Polly?Ó Rose asked.
ÒNoo- Not quite,Ó Polly gulped. Her titties were shaking at their
tips, perhaps from nervous apprehension of what Rose was promising for
her eveningÕs entertainment.
ÒYou may turn around and sit back down, girls,Ó Rose told Sylvia and
Joanne. ÒItÕs obvious I havenÕt been rough enough with you. Your
boyfriends will want a refund if I donÕt break you both in more thoroughly.
A sound whipping for you both tonight. No more drinks, either. I want you
to feel every bite of the leather. Then, tomorrow night, youÕll both go
dancing downtown without underpants, in short skirts. ThatÕs how you
were both brought to me. Do you remember? Without panties, fresh from
club-hopping. Well, tomorrow night weÕll see how much enthusiasm you
have for leaving your undies off, when every little twist of your body
threatens to show everyone at the disco how youÕve been whipped.Ó
ÒPlease,Ó Joanne began, fidgeting a little in her chair, although
Sylvia seemed to take a certain masochistic pleasure in the thought of
what would happen.
ÒFor that, my dear Joanne, you will enjoy a slim dildo up your behind
when you go dancing, in addition to your whipping. Such entertainment
youÕll provide, if you donÕt keep your skirt very proper-like! But IÕll insist
you both wear the handkerchief-sized numbers you were brought to me in.
Smile, Joanne. Have you ever read Story of O?Ó
Joanne gulped. ÒMy-my boyfriend made me read it before he brought
me here. Aloud. To him, and once to him while he was playing cards with
his men friends on Friday night.Ó
ÒSo, you see? Did O get to go dancing? I think not. But you do, my
dear. So be happy. A nice whipping will put some color into those white
cheeks of yours!Ó
ÒWill-Ó Polly spoke up, lifting her chin, as if to intrude into the
conversation that she might not be forgotten. I think, like me, she had a
craving to be the center of attention. ItÕs the undoing of many beautiful
girls, and despite her tender years she was surely one of the most
promising 13-year-olds IÕd ever seen in the beauty department. Save for
myself, of course. I wasnÕt about to let the thought that my pipsqueak pal
might outclass me intrude into my head. ÒWill my whipping be a quick
one?Ó Polly inquired.
Rose took another drag on her cigarette and laughed. It was full,
hearty laugh, shaking her breasts. Despite her modest attire, she wore no
bra underneath it. ÒQuick? Quick?! No, dear, it will take as long as
Branson can manage it, or his assistant, whoever it may be, seeing as IÕm
having four of you whipped tonight. No, it is exquisite to feel pain in such
a forbidden place; on your bottom and, if the cheeks are offered properly,
within its crack. How often do you feel pain in your bottom, hmmm, Polly?
Your teeth might hurt, or your arm, or your foot, but not your bottom, IÕll
bet. Tonight Branson will help sensitize that part of your anatomy. Your
pretty tail will be awakened and blessed with the sharp kissing of the
whip.
ÒWill Andre be there?Ó Polly asked. Her face had a resigned look to
it yet her questions kept popping out, like a child asking about a test in
school, or a shot.
ÒHe may, or may not be, dear. It is of no matter to you,Ó Rose
answered. ÒYou are to concentrate entirely on yourself. Think of nothing
but your bottom. Think of how you wish to be a good girl and serve Andre
always, and will do anything to submit to his wishes, whatever they may
be. And, in married life someday, youÕll find such an attitude inspires the
male to serve you. Divorce is prevented, and children do not wind up
shuttling between two pairs of parents who both hate and denounce the
other. Bridal whippings are quite necessary, Polly, and I expect Andre to
say Òupsy-daisy!Ó to you quite frequently, if you do eventually marry him,
perhaps even once or twice in front of company, just to keep you on your
toes. Selfless service is so important in marriage, and I do think
modernly itÕs been almost completely forgotten!Ó
ÒWell, I donÕt want to get married, if thatÕs the case,Ó Polly said
snippily, and quite sincerely. Yet she did not hop up from the table, or run
away, as I feared she might, perhaps even causing me to do the same.
Instead she sat right there on her bare tushy, keeping it planted in the
deep white cushion that felt so nice now but promised to be a discomfort,
despite its utter softness, in the morning. Oh, why did the night have to
come? Surely this day in all its pleasantness might last forever! Our
little tea party was so nice, just us girls, with the maid attending to our
every need. Even as I reflected upon my current happiness Rose asked us if
we wished to drink Purple Slurples and, just as we nodded yes, the maid
appeared, laden down with them, huge glasses filled with Orange sherbert
and Lemon-lime soda and Cranberry-grape juice, their straws stemming
tall, a wedge of pineapple stuck into the icy depths of each one to give it a
tropical flavor.
ÒMmmm, with a bendy straw too!Ó Polly said, her eyes widening
happily. She put the straw to her mouth and filled her cheeks with the
fluid. I tasted great, I admitted to myself, quickly devouring my own
glass. I drew my thighs a little closer together, realizing IÕd soon have to
pee. Should I pee right here, on this cushion, with my bare tush perched
atop it, my thighs all sleek and naked and my pussy exposed? It would be
fun, I thought naughtily. It would probably totally ruin RoseÕs little party.
I felt guests step out on the deck of the sunroof behind us.
ÒOh, what have we here?Ó a cultured womanÕs voice asked. Polly and
I looked over our shoulders, lifting our glasses as we turned so we could
keep right on sucking at our drinks. Two women had entered our little
hideaway, accompanied by a man. He was dressed in a sportcoat and
slacks, no tie. He was tall and had bold eyes. I liked his frame. Broad
shoulders, long legs, hands that spoke of an iron grip. And, letting my eyes
fall immodestly to his crotch, I saw that a bulge was forming there even
as he looked at me!
Coyly I turned back around to face Rose. More than ever I felt the
nakedness of my pussy between my legs. The women approached. One,
dressed in a very slick dress that molded her figure right down to her last
curve, put her hands on my shoulders. I had small shoulders, almost too
narrow for someone my age. When her hands settled possessively on my
shoulders it caused my breasts to quiver. They were almost too big for
me, big and round and perched high up, but with a protruding fullness to
them that made men like Louis seek my company.
The male took up postillion beside her, standing over me and gazing
down at my chest, while the female who had been with them drifted over
to Joanne and put a hand to her lovely pinned-up hair.
ÒMay we share her?Ó the woman behind me asked Rose, indicating
me, and speaking with an artlessness that I found made me breathless.
ÒA threesome?Ó Rose asked, drawing upon her cigarette with pursed
lips that made her look like Marilyn Monroe posing for a picture.
ÒWhat else?Ó the woman behind me answered. ÒWhen do you need her
back?Ó
ÒBy nightfall,Ó Rose replied. She lowered her eyes to my level and
looked at me frankly. ÒFleury, I should not let you take your pleasure so
soon in your training but...Ó A loud clap of thunder interrupted the rest of
her sentence. There was a flash of lightning. As if to protect me, the
woman behind me bunched her hands over my shoulders, squeezing them
together, making my tits protrude all the more.
ÒI-I suppose I could,Ó was all I said in reply. It seemed that no more
was needed for, as soon as I spoke, the woman snaked her fingers under my
armpits and drew me up.
ÒGod, what an ass!Ó her male friend exclaimed as my heinie was
lifted from the cushion. Outside it began to rain in a sudden burst. I
wondered if he would come as quickly as the rain had.
ÒMay I take my drink?Ó I asked suddenly. I reached for my Purple
Slurple. The woman laughed quietly. She said I could. I picked it up from
the table, looked at Polly, and said, ÒBye, bye, Polly.Ó She gazed at me like
a little girl watching a friend called away from a specially important
game for dinner. Her straw even popped from her lips, depriving her of the
taste of her Purple Slurple.
As I was led away, Polly silent behind me, finally sucking on her
straw once more, I saw the woman who had arrived with my new friends
sit down on JoanneÕs lap and frankly take hold of her face and kiss her.
Sylvia, sitting next to Joanne, began stroking both girlsÕ hair, as if to play
mistress. Rose told Polly not to suck up the residue of her drink, putting
air in her belly, but to ask the maid to bring another instead. I passed the
maid going out. She glanced at me, a superior look on her face.
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I abridged the second post because itÕs 60 pages long. I assume the
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