Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 267
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter Three
GLUG GLUG GLUG could be heard in the room. The guests had ceased
eating. We all watched with fascinated eyes. Cheyenne gasped as she felt
the liquor run from the funnel straight into her hiney.
ÒI-I donÕt want tooo,Ó Cheyenne offered, but her protest was ignored
as more liquor gurgled its way down the oil funnel and into her upthrust
tushy. CheyenneÕs eyes widened, glazed, widened again. I know she must
have been feeling the effects of the liquor as it communicated its potency
through the walls of her rectum and up to her head. The fluid remained in
her bowels, like liquor in the tummy, but the effects of it could be felt in
her brain.
ÒAlright, now stand up,Ó Bambi ordered when the bottle was empty.
Cheyenne stood. She wobbled a bit on her feet but then came to herself.
She was a little drunk, but still quite aware that she was nude, in just a
corset and booties, in a roomful of strangers. Rose took fruit from the
table and, with BambiÕs help, the two of them sprinkled it over CheyenneÕs
breasts. Meanwhile, the girl was jamming her asscheeks together,
striving her best to contain the fluid in her bowels. As soon as Rose and
Bambi were done decorating her they launched her into the crowd.
ÒGo, serve them, but donÕt lose your enema,Ó Rose and Bambi told
poor Cheyenne. In the back of the room more guests entered, seated
themselves, and Cheyenne walked with wavering half-steps toward them.
So far she was keeping her enema inside her. I crossed my fingers and
prayed for her. How embarrassing it would be for her to spill it right out
there amidst all the new diners.
ÒNow for Polly,Ó Rose said.
ÒOh, pwease!Ó Polly begged. But I pushed her over to them and they
upended her just as ruthlessly. Her jamming asscheeks were pried apart.
Rose handed Bambi a small china plate piled high with slit grapes and
chocolate bon bons and pitted cherries.
ÒHelp me, Fleury,Ó Bambi told me. Unsure of my own fate, I squatted
behind Polly and took hold of her asscheeks and pulled them wide apart to
allow Bambi to stuff her butthole with the fruit.
ÒYouÕll make a most scrumptious dessert,Ó Rose assured Polly. The
girl shuddered and sighed but, curiously, did not fight us. I think we were
all excited by the prospect of intermingling with all the handsome men in
the crowd. They wore dark suits and ate with beautiful women beside
them, yet their eyes were upon us mostly, absorbing our every movement,
unsure when or if theyÕd get another chance to see such young females
being put through such horrid ordeals.
Cheyenne gave a heart rending cry as a woman she presented her
breastful of fruit to chose to tickle her cunny as she mouthed fruit from
her tits.
ÒI canÕt hold it if you do that, maÕam!Ó Cheyenne begged. She was
standing with her legs apart, but her ass jammed together in back,
desperately trying to hold in her enema. She wanted to cross her legs but
that was, of course, quite forbidden. At the castle one of the first rules
weÕd been taught was to never cross our legs. Cheyenne screamed a little
scream as the women kept on tickling her. The woman cared not the least
about Cheyenne. She simply wished to entertain herself.
As I watched, my bed mate found herself unable to hold in her liquor
under the relentless assault. There was a sudden cry of surrender from
her. Shivering right down her spine to her toes, her ass cheeks tremored
and released their load. A shower of shit-colored liquor burst from
CheyenneÕs hiney and spilled all down the backs of her thighs and into her
boots.
ÒNoooo,Ó Cheyenne cried out remorsefully, for she and I had spent so
much time getting ready upstairs, doing each otherÕs makeup, hair,
carefully making ourselves perfect, and now she was spoilt, nothing but a
girl with diarrhea.
ÒHow unpleasant,Ó the woman whoÕd been tickling her sniffed. ÒGo
serve the others.Ó Cheyenne walked miserably to the other guests and let
them mouth fruit from her breasts in turn. When she reached the last one,
a woman, the lady took her over her knee and began slapping her bare ass
with her hand, which was gloved in kid leather. Cheyenne, formerly just
runny at her rear, was now forced to offer up tears as well.
Shivering at her fate, listening as she bawled, I turned my eyes back
to PollyÕs bottom. Bambi was busily filling it up with all the fruit on the
tray.
ÒOh, itÕs too much! ItÕs going too far up!Ó Polly whined.
ÒBe still, Polly!Ó Rose ordered. The girl waved her bottom about but
I kept a firm grip on it and kept her cheeks apart. She was not as
resistant as in the past. I think the castle was slowly breaking her in,
changing her from a little crybaby into a woman. Bambi pushed fruit after
fruit through her layer and cream and into her hole. There was a little gap
in my handiwork now, where IÕd squirted her buttcrack with the cream.
Like a chipmunk storing food away for the winter, Bambi relentlessly kept
plugging PollyÕs bottom with more and more fruit. And the bon-bons also,
which had gone up first because they would melt within her body, while
the fruit would have to be removed by human intervention, unless we were
simply willing to wait for PollyÕs next poop, which I knew we were not.
When Polly was quite full behind, Rose stood her up. She turned the
girl around. I was told to pull PollyÕs thighs apart in front and I obeyed.
Rose handed Bambi a long banana. Polly watched wide-eyed, me keeping
her legs open, as Bambi peeled the banana. Then Bambi bent down and
intruded it into PollyÕs pussy.
ÒOh, I canÕt TAKE anymore!Ó Polly hollered, for she was already quite
full in back and the banana would plug her quite completely, filling her up
for dessert-time.
ÒYou must, Polly,Ó Rose replied. She gripped the girlÕs bare
shoulders and made her watch as Bambi eased the banana up her, going
slowly so as not to hurt her. It possessed an exemplary length. Polly
would be well-fucked, by nature, if Bambi succeeded in getting all of the
banana up her.
As it turned out, most of the banana made it inside. But a little
protruded out, its white tip looking like a little penis. Polly touched it.
ÒI have a penis!Ó Polly said.
ÒSo you do,Ó Rose laughed. ÒI wish I had one, even a little banana one
like you do,Ó Rose admitted. She looked at me. I remembered our
conversation in the bedroom. I smiled. I let go of PollyÕs legs.
ÒGo show off your new penis, Polly,Ó Rose told the girl. She pushed
her toward the guests. They watched, bemused, as this slip of a girl, just
13, came tip-toeing toward them, her feet bare, wearing a seductive
cream bikini. In front, she offered them a boyish view of a banana cock,
while in back she had to keep her asscheeks together lest the fruit stuffed
into her begin popping out.
ÒMmm, let me lick your little penis,Ó a woman said to Polly. She
reached out and grasped the girl by her hips. She drew Polly toward her.
Bending her face down, she tongued PollyÕs banana just as she would a
cock. A little boyÕs cock it would have to have been, for Polly showed only
the tip of the banana, the rest jammed up inside her.
ÒOhhhh,Ó Polly moaned. I thought it must have been exquisite for her
to be presented this way. The womanÕs tongue, confining itself to her
banana, did not touch her directly. Polly sleeked a hand across her tummy
and I knew she wanted to touch herself. But she did not. She let the
woman lick her banana, the husband watching, other guests eyeing her
from all around, savoring their dessert, waiting politely for their turn at
her.
Cheyenne howled and was let up by the woman whoÕd been paddling
her fanny. She stood sobbing, holding her asscheeks with her hands, and
the woman reproved her for making a mess of herself.
ÒOh, IÕm sorry!Ó Cheyenne moaned, but of course it wasnÕt her fault,
even though the woman told her it was. A man took the poor girl and
toppled her over his knees and began spanking her.
ÒBoo! Hoo! Hoo!Ó Cheyenne cried, but there was no stopping her
spanking. How rude to spank her again, I thought, but Rose took hold of me
and turned me toward her. I drew in my breath expectantly and felt my
bosoms rise on my chest.
ÒOh, please donÕt make me do this,Ó I pleaded.
ÒShush, dear, it is nothing. A little playing, thatÕs all,Ó Rose replied.
She squirted my nipples with chocolate syrup. All the work IÕd done
upstairs to make myself look my best, and now I was being used as a scoop
of ice cream might be, my breasts decorated with syrup that made me
instantly, if seductively, messy.
Rose squirted chocolate syrup into my navel. I giggled. Then she
lowered her bottle to my pussy. She looked at my eyes.
ÒReady?Ó she asked, standing before me, I her disciple.
ÒNo, but--Ó I began. Smiling, I looked down and watched with
bashful eyes as she squirted chocolate syrup right into my pretty nest.
ÒOh!Ó I exclaimed. How naughty I felt. How my mother would disapprove!
Rose decorated me like one might a cake, making my nest all chocolaty and
then moving down to do the same to my cunt.
ÒNow, turn around,Ó she told me.
ÒOh, Rose! You must NOT!Ó I giggled, almost beside myself at the
prospect of what she was going to do to me. Yet I let her, with the help of
Bambi, turn me around. Bambi bent me forward a little so that I presented
Rose with my ass.
ÒMany call it the Ôchocolate chute,Õ so...Ó Rose said. She let her voice
trail off as she poked the tip of the syrup bottle into my hineyhole.
ÒOh please Rose, not back there,Ó I asked one last time, but in
answer I felt my guts get a jet of chocolate right up them. Rose laughed.
The crowd, watching, laughed. Rose squeezed the bottle again and more
chocolate jetted up my ass. I heard a man smack his lips. Either what he
was eating was very good, or he was anticipating me. It was the latter, I
knew. In the distance Cheyenne howled. There was no stopping her
spankings. Each diner seemed to want to have a crack at her now. I
guessed sheÕd not be sitting at dinner, that was for sure, whenever we
finally got to eat, instead of just being eaten. Polly, I saw, turning my
head, was having her banana cock nibbled away. There was nothing left
but her slit now, the extruded portion of banana was gone, eaten up.
Inside, though, I knew she carried the remainder, and now the guests
would begin the more invasive job of mouthing that out of her.
ÒThere! YouÕre a chocolate bunny!Ó Rose said. She was finished
shooting up my bottomhole with syrup. I felt quite full in back.
Mercilessly she pushed me toward the crowd. My turn. Where were Louis
and Andre? I could not find them. I was alone, with only Rose to protect
me, but she had just violated me. Polly whined as a hungry woman gnawed
at her pussy. I heard a little grape pop out of her and bounce off the tiled
floor.
I wandered up to the first guest. ÒDo you like chocolate?Ó I asked
her. Her husband grinned and she let him have me. He turned me around
and bent me over and stuck his tongue rudely into my hiney.
ÒOh, sir! You DO like chocolate!Ó I cried. For answer he raped me
with his tongue.
When we were quite despoiled, and all our fruit and cream and syrup
dug and licked out of us, were were put side-by-side on a table. Our backs
were laid on the tablecloth, with linen napkins piled under our heads to
give us a little comfort. But our hips were left to dangle off the table.
Each man who wished to was fitted with a condom and brought to stand
between our legs and fuck us. As we were fucked, Rose fed us our dinner.
Baby food, so that in our crying and gasping we would not choke on our
food as the men fucked us. Then we were taken upstairs, bathed, and put
to bed, all three of us in my room. As I drifted off into an exhausted sleep
I could hear the party continuing downstairs. I think Louis and Andre
entered then, and were the delight of the dinnerÕs wee hours. They
demonstrated their manly spirit upon the women, their husbands being all
spent, just watching, as bull-like Louis and Andre fucked each of the
women in the room. Their cries and moans emanated upstairs, putting me
to sleep.
In the morning I was the first to awaken. I slipped into my bathroom
and freshened myself. As I returned to my bed I found Cheyenne and Polly
waking up. Polly scooted herself off my bed as soon as she was conscious
and ran to the bathroom, like a little girl, to pee. Cheyenne, a bit older,
smiled at me, and excused herself. When Polly was done peeing I heard
Cheyenne remind her to flush the toilet. Then Cheyenne took her turn upon
it.
As the girls freshened themselves I looked with renewed interest at
the pole behind my bed. I got on my bed and, kneeling at the headboard, I
unhooked it from the wall. I lifted its heavy length and locked it into
place. Then I stood up. I put my mouth to the soft rubber ball that angled
up from it, mounted on a second post. I felt the ball fill my mouth. I
pressed my face hard against it, so that I could hardly breathe. I
concentrated on inhaling through my nostrils and, at the same time, I
reached behind myself and opened the cheeks of my bottom.
I hand at the canopy of my bed. Turning my head, I thought it was
just Cheyenne, or Polly. To my heartbeating surprise, I saw it was Louis!
He put a finger to my back and ran it down my spine. He continued on to
my bottom. He poked inbetween my cleft cheeks and touched my hole.
ÒI hear you got quite a licking back here last night,Ó Louis said to
me.
ÒYeth,Ó I mouthed over the ball. He lifted my arms up. He locked
them to the back of my collar. He fastened my collar to the front of the
post. He positioned my legs wider apart on the bed. My bare feet planted
themselves firmly and I waited while he undid his trousers, freeing his
cock, then his belt.
Polly interrupted us. With a finger at her lips she asked, with
inquiring eyes, ÒOh, Fleury! What are you doing? I thought you were going
to come play with us in the tub!Ó
I heard Cheyenne drawing the bath water.
ÒIn a minute,Ó I said. I watched as Louis doubled his belt.
ÒGo take your bath,Ó Louis told Polly.
ÒYes, sir,Ó Polly gulped. And she saluted him, dear girl. Then she
scurried out of sight.
I tensed my cheeks. They felt so cool and white and normal in the
morning air. Did I really want Louis to turn them into a ball of flame? I
donÕt know. I watched with my eyes as his tantalizing cock swayed out of
view as he got up on the bed behind me. I could not see him now. I
switched my eyes to a mirror, placed strategically so a girl could watch
her tormenter and learn to love him. LouisÕ cock dangled from his loins
like a snake poised to strike. He ran his fingers across his cock and then
over his doubled-up belt. I think we were both tense now, he and I. His
erection showed no sign of abating until a female had been sacrificed to
it. And I wished for no other to take my place. If he needed me, I would be
there for him. I curved my back inward, letting my bottomcheeks hang
more impudently, more seductively. Saucily I wiggled my tail. I was glad
my hands were locked behind me. As I saw him raise his belt I know I
would have covered myself in back. I was glad my mouth was plugged. I
could not have kept from crying out for him to spare me.
ÒLouis, Fleury dear,Ó Rose interrupted suddenly. Where had she come
from? She should not be here. This was our private moment together. She
put her head through the bedÕs canopy and stayed LouisÕs hand just as it
was about to come swooping down most mercilessly on my bottom.
ÒLouis, thereÕs a young lady here to see you,Ó Rose told him. She spoke
with amusement in her voice, as if enjoying interrupting us.
ÒDamn,Ó Louis swore. ÒIÕd forgotten.Ó He dropped his belt uselessly
on the bed. He leaned forward, kissed my nearest shoulder, as if I were
just his niece, he my uncle. Or worse, as if he were my father, and I his
daughter. Two souls who could never reach out and enjoy each other in the
intimate way lovers do. ÒIÕll be back in the morning,Ó he told me. Then he
stuffed himself back into his pants, somehow, and looped his belt back
into his pants. He left. Delicately Rose undid me from the post. I felt
empty, somehow, as I slumped down onto the sheets of the bed.
ÒGo take your bath, dear,Ó Rose said consolingly to me. I got up and
walked in my nudity to the bathroom. Going inside, I met Cheyenne and
Polly. Cheyenne was watching Polly as the blonde sailed a boat quite
merrily through the foam laden waters.
ÒCome in, Fleury! All done? IÕm exploring SudLand!Ó Polly chortled.
She seemed perfectly content with her boat. Reluctantly I joined them.
A NEW IDIOT REVEALED!
by Detective Joe
Another person who has been mailbombing me is:
Greg.Mack@cfox.org (Greg Mack)
In Article 315 of 2408, on:
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Greg.Mack@cfox.org (Greg Mack) writes (in addition to other drivel):
ÒKEEP ON BOMBING ROLLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Ó
In addition, Greg.Mack@cfox.org (Greg Mack) writes, of another
person he dislikes:
Òwhy aren't we bombing him as well...Ó
Of course, I have no knowledge of who these people are. They donÕt
know me from Adam. They just donÕt like my posts. So, if you find
yourself getting mailbombed, based on anything youÕve posted,
Greg.Mack@cfox.org (Greg Mack) may be one of the idiots behind the
bombing.
AND IN THE END...
LISTEN UP, EXON!
ÒHuman rights themselves have objective standards that cannot
be modified by legislation and cannot be changed by the will of any
government.Ó
- Wei Jingsheng
(Wei Jingsheng is a Chinese political prisoner. His letters from prison
have just been published in the United States in a new book, titled,
ÒThe Courage to Stand Alone.Ó The quote above is from a letter dated
June 15, 1991.)
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