Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 25
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Love Child
Chapter Eleven
Beyond me lay only darkness. The dungeon was completely black.
Elizabeth had mentioned that the windows in the dungeon were blacked
out, so absolutely no one could see inside. ÒWe donÕt need piper cubs
zipping around us trying to get a view,Ó sheÕd told me.
Two stewardesses brushed past me. Their jackets were now
unzipped, like TiffanyÕs, their breasts displayed like ripe fruit at a
market.
ÒCome gentlemen...ladies?Ó Tiffany said. ÒLetÕs play.Ó With robust
enthusiasm the passengers got up and began filing toward the back. Not
wanting to be run over, I slipped inside the dungeon, where Amber and
Sylvia were busy lighting candles fixed on the walls. Amidst the
flickering gloom I saw for the first time ElizabethÕs Òentertainment
center.Ó There were cages, trestles, a rape rack, plus a hot tub with fresh
towels stacked beside it. On the walls every conceivable type of
flagellation instrument known to man seemed to be waiting, and I
wondered with trepidation whether they were for the stews to use on the
passengers, or vice versa. Bottles and vials busied a little night stand,
and there was a flower vase with colored condoms in it, prettily arranged.
Everything you could think of was there, and many things I didnÕt want to
think of.
I thought then a melee might ensue. Both the men and the women
passengers seemed eager to unburden themselves of their stiff, starchy
businesslike clothing. That was another of ElizabethÕs requirements, one
newly implemented. There was a dress code for the passengers as well as
the stews. I suspected it had something to do with why they hesitated
now, didnÕt act like the hungry mob that they actually were.
Tiffany glided through them, bade them to sit down. Turning round,
they noticed for perhaps the first time (certainly I did!) that the room had
childrenÕs chairs in it, as if for some preschool or library story hour. With
some bumbling and clumsiness they sat down, the men, at least, still
riveted with awe to Tiffany, who paused before them.
Glorious as ever, her magnificent breasts now freely displayed, still
wrapped in her endearing little flight jacket, Tiffany began pointing out
the ÒaccoutermentsÓ of the dungeon as if she were giving another safety
demonstration at takeoff. The other girls, their nipples twitching, a few
of them uttering pretty little moans of arousal from their still lingering
experience with the cucumbers, knelt expectantly amongst the guests. As
for myself I stood awkwardly off to one side, facing our passengers, my
bottom safely out of view once more, the rest of me still neatly covered,
as if I were to simply watch like some governess and not participate.
ÒAnd lastly here we have Barbi,Ó Tiffany said, pointing to me as if I
were just one more toy in her dungeon. ÒShe is a new stew, and she must
be properly broken in.Ó Tiffany beckoned to Amber and Sylvia, the two
girls who IÕd helped in the flight kitchen. The rose and padded softly over
to me, the heels of their booties muffled by the smooth carpet. With
gentle hands they stroked my shoulders and hair, as if presenting a new
car or something to potential buyers. I felt a rush of excitement like
when IÕd been naughty before mommieÕs guests. As Tiffany introduced me
one of the girls pulled my long hair out of the way while the other
whispered open the zipper at the back of my dress. With relish in their
eyes they slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and in an
instant I went from being the most clothed to the most naked. I stood
before the crowd now revealed as IÕd been when I was four, but now I
smiled sweetly and blushed instead of acting crazy. The girls retreated
with my dress, leaving me all alone with nothing on before a roomful of
strangers.
Tiffany stepped up to me. She asked me to raise my right hand. I
obeyed, stifling a giggle. Even though I was somewhat fearful about being
in a dungeon with so many awful things in it I couldnÕt help but feel that
we were all playing roles, me and Tiffany and even the passengers. We
were delighting in our beauty and in our youth, and they were sharing our
joy, watching with keen eyes our every twitch, impulsive gesture, even
the darting of our eyes.
Tiffany said I must repeat the Elizabeth AirlinesÕ stewardessesÕ
pledge. I nodded.
ÒI promise to always be beautiful...Ó
ÒI promise to always be beautiful...Ó
ÒTo keep my hair pretty and my nails brightly polished, to love my
passengers as much as myself and always to obey any legal order that a
passenger gives me.Ó My voice echoed her as she led me phrase by phrase
through the singsong chant. When IÕd finished she lightly took hold of me
and kissed me on the lips.
ÒNow my dear you must be spanked, the same as when a baby is
delivered, and I want you to cry a little too, just like a newborn should,Ó
Tiffany said. ÒBecause on this flight youÕre our Baby Stew, our Air Baby!Ó
And she said it with such delighted triumph, taking me quickly by the hand
and leading me immediately across the room, that I could only stumble
after her. She sat down on a leather chair, a chair for grownups, which
was straightbacked and without any arms. And before I could protest
sheÕd thrust me over her knees, just like my mommie had so long ago.
With her knees parted, to allow the men an open view of her pussy, she
began to swiftly spank me. Hard smacks, that rang about the room as I
blanched and started at the suddenness with which I was being given pain.
ÒOh! This hurts my hand so!Ó Tiffany said soon. As I wiggled over
her knees, wondering what to do, she asked the passengers what theyÕd
like to see me spanked with. A cacophony of horrific suggestions were
made, but Sylvia appeared with a hairbrush and Tiffany took that at once
because it was handiest. With increasing pain now I suffered a new
assault of blows, clinically delivered it seemed without any mercy, though
Tiffany did stroke my long blonde mane as she whacked my bottom,
constantly admonishing me to hold still.
I couldnÕt decide whether to jump up and run or take my medicine and
be done with it. I didnÕt want to run around the room naked, did I, like I
had with mommieÕs guests? Yet the plump halves of my bottom were
practically blazing under TiffÕs onslaught. The brush was hard and she did
not hesitate to use it fully and completely, striking every part of my fanny
like it was some rug that needed the dust beaten out of it. Yet it was
quivering flesh, my flesh, connected right to me, and I could feel every
stinging blow most intensely.
Still, though, I wasnÕt crying. I was still too shocked at my sudden
change of circumstances to do that. IÕd been like some cherished flower
all through the flight, bottled up in the vase of my dress, remaining
immaculate even when the girls were pumping themselves with
cucumbers, their breath heated and their dells moistening most
indiscreetly. And then their bosoms had been shown off, while mine
remained safely concealed within my dress.
Now my lustrous wobbling hindcheeks clenched and unclenched
repeatedly, showing off every aspect of my person. My legs dangled
somewhere behind me, gangly and awkward, kicking uncontrollably. My
fists were balled and my head was bobbing up and down, eyes and mouth
agape with dismayed confusion.
ÒHold still IÕm not done yet you naughty girl,Ó Tiffany said as I
wriggled like a fish on her knees. My hands clenched and unclenched, I
gasped for air. I would have felt humiliated but IÕd chosen to be here, had
let them undress me, had happily (if wonderingly) watched their rude
display in first class. IÕd not asked for modesty to be imposed when
theyÕd taken off their panties, or taken out the menÕs cocks. And IÕd
wanted to masturbate right along with them when they juiced up the
cucumbers for the passengers. IÕd even conducted a furtive search in the
kitchen for a cucumber of my own, though I found none and nothing that
would substitute.
Tiffany stopped and made me stand up. With burning cheeks I got
awkwardly to my feet and my hands flew immediately to my ass.
ÒThat hurt!Ó I sulked, rubbing my hiney. My chest heaved as if on the
verge of tears, my bosoms rising and falling with my short, quick breaths.
ÒOf course it did dear, it was supposed to,Ó Tiffany replied. She
stood, cast her head back and ran her hands through her hair with a single,
sweeping gesture, the very model of feminie confidence. Her boobs were
sticking out like melons and her cunt was wet but she acted as if sheÕd
just risen from her seat in a boardroom or a class at college. Once more
she drew all eyes to her, and I felt jealous. I stood clutching my injured
bottom, like some four-year-old, while she boldly kept all the men both in
play and under control at the same time, their cocks stemming up lustily,
their desire somehow still strictly contained in her delicate hands.
ÒIs there anyone here who still hasnÕt come yet?Ó She asked bluntly.
Many of the men had cum at least a little and were up again for more, still
valiantly holding back the main part of their loads. TheyÕd be slower to
shoot the second time, which was what Tiffany wanted, I guessed, slow
attentive lovers rather than lusty stallions. We were all tarts, after all,
and they, sweet as they might be, were paying passengers who expected
services to be rendered. They didnÕt quite know what they could get away
with, but you had to keep an eye out for the one who might suddenly break
loose and go wild. Even the bouncer might not be able to stop him if he big
enough, and desperate enough. We were, after all, playing games here,
putting on a little show for their enjoyment. This was no Òfriends onlyÓ
orgy where everyone was automatically trusted.
ÒI want everyone to come at least once before we go any further,Ó
Tiffany said, sweet but firm, confirming my musings. She strode among
the men, inspecting them, exchanging silent glances with their female
Òhandlers.Ó ÒYou may come again and again if you wish, that doesnÕt
matter, but you must have had your first ejaculation by now, a least a
little, and real sperm too, not pre-cum.Ó
ÒThis one hasnÕt come at all yet Tiffany,Ó Amber said sheepishly,
turning her head away from the man for fear he might slap her. He
growled something at her but it was inaudible.
ÒItÕs okay,Ó Tiffany said, striding quickly over to the man,
reassuring him. ÒYou should be glad you havenÕt cum yet.Ó He was young,
with a thick, sturdy cock
ÒWell you told us not to,Ó the man retorted, though heÕd softened
already under TiffanyÕs skillful manipulation. Tiffany gazed down
admiringly at his cock.
ÒMy, youÕve got a real workhorse here,Ó she said. She knelt and
touched him, handled him as if he were a prize cucumber on display.
Gently she licked his pee hole, then kissed it submissively. ÒDonÕt you
want to give me a faceful of sperm?Ó she asked. ÒIÕm rather bossy, you
know. And very demanding.Ó She nuzzled his cock with her nose. ÒMy,
such marvelous self-control,Ó she said. She inhaled the masculine aroma
of his groin, the sweat of his tension and nervousness, the salty tang of
the pre-cum that coated his cockhead. ÒAt least you should clean off all
this pre-cum if youÕre not going to shoot today,Ó Tiffany advised with
catlike mischief in her eyes. And she licked it clean for him, stroke by
loving stroke, laving her tongue over and around the sweet plum of his
organ. I longed to do it for her, and I felt a rising desire within me to have
that faceful of sperm, to have it in my face or wherever he wanted to
stick it.
ÒDoesnÕt anything make you cum?Ó Tiffany asked when his cock was
sparkling clean.
ÒWhat about you?Ó the man asked. ÒYou havenÕt cum yet.Ó
ÒOh, well thatÕs company policy,Ó Tiffany said. ÒWeÕre
stewardesses. WeÕre responsible for your safety. We have to keep our
wits about us at all times, though weÕre allowed to play with ourselves a
little bit. Would you like me to play with myself now?Ó
ÒNo,Ó the man said gruffly. ÒI want you to bend over and I want to
fuck you.Ó Tiffany spread the manÕs legs as wide as she could, as if to
castrate him. He let her, not objecting, letting her have complete control.
She pushed herself in close to him and, offering up her breasts, said, ÒPut
your dick right here, right between my tits, and IÕll squeeze them together
as hard as I can. And with my mouth IÕll suck your cock so hard youÕll
think its inside me.Ó
ÒNo,Ó the man said. But the girls were already handing Tiffany a
bottle of baby oil. Slowly, licking her lips and telling him how much she
wanted to taste his sperm, she squirted the baby oil onto her breasts.
First the tip of each nipple, dripping down quickly to trail down her
tummy, then around each areole, then thickly along the insides of her
bosoms where they faced each other.
ÒNow letÕs do your cock,Ó Tiffany said, and she coated him with long,
languid squirts from the bottle. ÒOh, youÕre so handsome I just have to rub
myself a little first,Ó Tiffany said, and with her other hand she palmed
her pussy even as she kept squirting the man. Sylvia pried the manÕs
zipper halves wider apart and Tiffany filled the opening with oil. The man
had oil in his trousers now and all over his cock. It glistened under the
flickering flames of the dungeon as they licked up toward the ceiling,
keeping everything bathed in an eerie halflight, where all was seen yet not
completely so, it seemed, passing briefly into shadow and out again,
perpetually intriguing. From afar I watched his cock and wished I could
suck it, or grease my own breasts and let it inseminate my mouth instead
of TiffanyÕs. ÒYouÕre very big,Ó she told him frankly, though he was no
larger than normal. ÒI donÕt know if IÕm going to be able to take all of you
in my mouth, but IÕll try.Ó She wiped off his dickhead first with a hot wet
cloth handed to her by one of the girls. She squeezed his plum hard as she
held the cloth over it, clenching her teeth, looking briefly angry. The man
flinched but otherwise did nothing. ÒAlright then,Ó Tiffany said. ÒI guess
IÕll just have to give you the royal treatment, then.Ó Opening her mouth to
an exaggerated wideness she closed it over his plum. ÒMmmm,Ó she said
at once, looking up at him as she sucked him greedily by his cockhead. The
man trembled. It was the first real sign of vulnerability IÕd seen in him.
Suddenly I found myself rooting for him, hoping he would hold out. But I
realized Tiffany would never let go of him now Ôtil heÕd shot.
Her gorgeous breasts closed over the gleaming member. With
stalwart stoicism the man watched as Tiffany began the ride that would
cost him his sperm. ThereÕd be no Òlittle ejaculationÓ with Tiffany, no
brief shot that escapes before a man can regain himself. SheÕd bring him
to a fever pitch and ride him with her titties until he unleashed everything
he had on her.
holy joe ON THE LAW
Products Liability - Economic Harm
John Jones, enterprising owner of a Dildo Emporium, invests in six
ÒLuxury FuckÓ Dildoes. He purchases them from the Health Alliance for
Women (HAW) Co. Jones, located next door to a nunnery and a girlsÕ school
(where all the girls wear school uniforms), installs the ÒLuxury FuckÓ
dildoes on his premises.
The nuns and especially the (uniformed) girls rush to partake of
JonesÕ dildoes. However, despite seating themselves on the dildoes and
bouncing up and down, the females experience no pleasure. Soon Jones has
no customers for his ÒLuxury FuckÓ dildoes, or any of his other products.
Jones sues HAW in tort, claiming the ÒLuxury FuckÓ dildoes were
defective products and he must be compensated under the law of products
liability. What result?
HOLY, C.J. (gives the answer): You dumb ass! What do you think the
Uniform Commercial Code (U.C.C.) was created for? Did any of the girls
suffer physical injury?
Jones: Well, no. They just didnÕt get an orgasm, thatÕs all.
Holy: Did anybody in this case suffer physical injury?
Jones: No. Nobody did.
Holy: Well, that is mainly what tort law and products liability law
is designed to protect. Physical harm to people! Let me ask you this: Did
any of your property suffer any harm?
Jones: No. The girls simply bounced up and down on the dildoes, and
left. The dildoes did get a little worn down, though, from all that
bouncing.
Holy: Another area of harm that products liability law (in tort) is
designed to cover is harm to your property. However, there are two types
of property. The OTHER property you have in your store: VHS tapes, porno
magazines, computers for accessing the Internet, and the ÒLuxury FuckÓ
dildoes themselves. If your OTHER property was damaged in some way--
physically damaged--by the ÒLuxury FuckÓ dildoes, then you can sue HAW.
But you say that none of your other property was damaged?
Jones: No. It was not.
Holy: Then you cannot recover. That simply leaves the ÒdamageÓ to
the ÒLuxury FuckÓ dildoes themselves...
Jones: They wore down rather faster than they should have, in my
opinion...
Holy: Too bad! IF somebody was physically injured, or if your OTHER
property was injured (by the ÒLuxury FuckÓ dildoes) then you could sue
HAW. In this case there was none of that damage, therefore you CANNOT
sue HAW.
Jones: But what about the damage to the ÒLuxury FuckÓ dildoes
themselves, the fact that they wore down faster than they should have?
Holy: That is covered by the U.C.C., not by tort liability!
Jones: But why?
Holy: Because all you suffered was a loss of the benefit of your
bargain. You thought the dildoes would remain sturdy and strong, but
instead they wore down. It is like buying tires that wear out in three
weeks. You thought they would last longer, but they didnÕt. Sue under the
U.C.C. It is a mere loss of expectation.
Jones: Well, what about my business? I have lost a lot of money
having those fucking ÒLuxury FuckÓ dildoes on my premises.
Holy: Again, it is a mere loss of expectation. All you lost was some
money. Get out of my court, you dickhead! Come back when somebody is
physically harmed, or your OTHER property is physically damaged by the
ÒLuxury FuckÓ dildoes.
HOLMES, CARDOZO, and WILSON concur. ROLLER was at the emporium
gathering evidence for the court.
AND IN THE END...
DOES THE BIBLE NEED A V-CHIP?
Bad News for Hillary
ÒÔThis is what you are to do,Õ they said: ÔPut to death every male
person, and every woman who has had intercourse with a man, but spare
any who are virgins.Õ This they did.Ó - Judges 21:11.
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