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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 293
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Three
Sherry lit candles for us. They were set in the wall. When she was
done she blew her candle in the boat holder out. I gazed about me. I
pressed my arms together in front of me, nervously, and regarded my
strange surroundings. It looked like some perverted room Bilbo Baggins
might retreat to when he had ladyfriends over. It was a stone chamber,
filled with equipment. Jeff and Sherry had anything and everything a
girlÕs mother always warned her to never encounter. The kinds of things I
imagined strangers owned, when I was a little girl. Big paddles, with
holes cut through them. Masks and hoods and blindfolds. A whipping post,
and beside it a cage, so small a girl could only crouch inside. A rape rack
was built into one wall where a girl could be tied and fucked standing up.
Next to it a trestle stood where a girl could be bent over and fucked. Like
Jeff had warned me, there was no bed anyplace. Just a stone floor and
endless variations on torture equipment.
ÒWelcome to our dungeon,Ó Sherry said to me. ÒYouÕre a little
overdressed for it at the moment but weÕll take care of that.Ó I turned
from my fearful appraisal of the room to see her bringing a big double-
decker cake out from what looked to be a kitchenette. She laid it down on
a table with cuffs on it. The table was obviously designed to be something
a girl could be punished on, but for the moment it would just be an
ordinary table, with our cake on top of it. Next she went back to the
kitchen and returned with a chilled bottle of liquor. She set it down next
to the cake. She went back to the kitchen and brought out two wine
glasses.
ÒIs there a bathroom down here?Ó I asked. I remembered I had to
pee. My need was quite pronounced now. I put a hand to my pussy to still
my desire to pee right then and there, on their floor.
Sherry laughed. ÒDown here? No, darling. Jeff will have you pee
when it suits him. If you canÕt hold it, of course, youÕll get extra
punishment. ItÕs your choice.Ó Pleadingly I turned and looked at Jeff. He
was expressionless. And quite naked. His big cock stood up stiff and
demanding. DidnÕt he have to pee?
I turned back to Sherry to see her coming at me with a knife.
ÒSherry! IÕm sorry--I donÕt have to pee!Ó I cried. (Even though I did.)
ÒSilly, IÕm just going to cut off all these clothes youÕre wearing,Ó
she said.
ÒAll these--?Ó I began. But she resolutely put her knife to my bra.
With the sharp end of her knife pointing outward she cut the slim string
that held my cups on and they both popped off. There was nothing left of
my bra except the neck tie, with the center string right between my
bosoms cut away. But she insisted on cutting the neck tie too. The
remains of my bra, severed and useless, fell to the floor.
ÒNow for your panties,Ó Sherry said.
ÒSherry, its cold down here and--Ó I began, but my plea went
unanswered. She put her knife along my hip, slipping it under my
drawstring, and slashed away my panties. They quickly skittered down my
legs. They did not wait to be cut again, like my bra.
ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Sherry smiled. She handed me the knife.
ÒNow do me. We mustnÕt have anything left to wear.Ó
ÒWell, I canÕt wear my bikini again, thereÕs no question about that,Ó I
said ruefully. It lay in pieces on the floor and I doubted any seamstress
could reattach those little strings.
Reluctantly I lifted the knife and put it between her breasts. ÒWell,
they were kind of uncomfortable bikinis,Ó I mused.
ÒYes,Ó Sherry agreed. I cut her bra open. She gave a little yelp as
her nipples sprang out. ÒSorry, I just-- careful with that knife!Ó Sherry
said.
I looked at her nipples. They were long and delicate and my knife
was big and sharp. Did I hate her for bringing me down here? No, I didnÕt.
IÕd asked to come. At least I think I had. I put my knife down to her
panties. ÒIn Africa they cut off a girlÕs clit,Ó I said aloud.
ÒI know,Ó Sherry answered. Her voice had a little tremble in it. I
cut her panties away. They fell down her legs.
ÒNow letÕs cut the cake,Ó Sherry said. She took the knife back from
me. We left our ruined bikinis lying in the floor. We walked over to the
table and Jeff followed us. Sherry took a match and lit the candles on top
of the cake. There were a lot of them. She said each one was for a time
her husband had fucked her. They were more newly married than IÕd
thought.
When all the candles were lit Sherry took me by the hand. ÒWeÕve
got to blow them out together, and promise to serve Jeff to the best of our
ability,Ó she told me.
ÒAlright,Ó I answered. ÒDo I get to pee then?Ó
ÒYou may pee whenever you wish. Just be prepared to be punished
for it,Ó Sherry said. ÒDonÕt you think I have to pee too?Ó She squeezed my
hand. ÒDo your best, or weÕre both in for a royal spanking.Ó With that, she
drew in her breath. I followed her example. I didnÕt know what else to do.
I still didnÕt want a spanking, even one made for royalty! Our bosoms rose
high on our chests. We blew. Our bosoms shook as we exhaled over the
scented candles.
ÒYou missed one,Ó Jeff said when weÕd blown all our air out.
ÒOh, no!Ó Sherry cried. She bent and blew quickly again, her bare
breasts swaying sweetly beneath her. The candle went out, but it was too
late. It counted against us. ÒI knew I shouldnÕt have smoked in high
school,Ó Sherry said regretfully.
ÒLetÕs eat first. IÕm hungry,Ó Jeff said. ÒCut the cake.Ó
ÒThank God for your stomach,Ó Sherry said. She turned and regarded
him. His tummy was flat and hard but he loved cake, and we couldnÕt help
but love him for that! ÒDonÕt you have to pee, dear?Ó Sherry asked her
husband as she sliced into our cake. He said nothing. All men have big
bladders. At least all the ones with big cocks do. I guess thatÕs why us
girls have to go so often. We have nothing but pussies!
Sherry gave me a slice of cake first. She lifted it with her hands.
ÒDonÕt you have plates?Ó I asked.
ÒOf course not, dear,Ó Sherry smiled. ÒWe go primitive down here.
Take this piece. It has a flower on it and Jeff doesnÕt like the flowers.Ó I
accepted the cake.
ÒUm, how do I eat it?Ó I asked.
ÒJust break off pieces and put them in your mouth,Ó Sherry smiled.
ÒItÕs finger food!Ó
We stood around eating our cake. I tried to eat as daintily as I could,
and Sherry did too. I didnÕt really want cake all over me. Jeff ate
casually, like a man does, not really caring whether he makes a mess or
not. I guess it was he whoÕd insisted on no plates or forks, just a big
knife. This dungeon seemed to be perfect for men and their fantasies.
JeffÕs crop waited on the table for him while he munched on his cake.
ÒI wanted chocolate. This is vanilla,Ó he told Sherry.
ÒItÕs AngelÕs Food cake, dear,Ó Sherry corrected him.
ÒWell, no matter, youÕre getting spanked already for not blowing out
all the candles, plus embarrassing me by laughing outside.Ó
ÒFor laughing?Ó Sherry asked. ÒWe were allowed to laugh if we
wanted.Ó
ÒSays who?Ó Jeff asked.
ÒUm, yes master,Ó Sherry replied. She looked at me and rolled her
eyes. I hoped Jeff wasnÕt really serious. It sounded like we were both in
for a serious tanning, and I still had to go to the bathroom!
PERVERT ALERT!
For Girls 9 - 12
Recently a little girl told me, ÒI plan NEVER to marry. And IÕm very
worried about MEN. My teacher told me theyÕre BAD.Ó And she wanted to
know what she could do to protect herself.
I told her in no uncertain terms. ÒTwo words,Ó I said. ÒStudy porn.Ó
I told her to read any sex stories she could find, and study any nudie
pictures she could get hold of (illegal or legal, since sheÕs too little to get
into trouble looking at illegal pictures). And I felt pretty proud of my
advice. I felt it was innovative, like the new program invented to update
D.A.R.E. After all, our society is constantly changing. A responsible
society canÕt simply rest on the laurels of its past successes. ThatÕs why
Greece isnÕt glorious anymore, and Rome is no longer grand. (Unless youÕre
a Catholic.)
Travelling home that day on the bus, I found something really
amazing. I know you girls in elementary school receive all kinds of
instruction about pedophiles, and are given booklets describing all the
different child molesters, and their methods of operation. (One guy, who
just got out of prison, told me he used one of those booklets to become a
Òmore effectiveÓ child molester.)
So I figured, as a responsible citizen, it was my duty to share with
you what I found on the bus. It is really disgusting. Please donÕt read this
if your parents wouldnÕt want you to. I donÕt want to get in trouble. But if
youÕre concerned about being molested, or approached, or looked at, this is
for you. Study it so you know more about the dangers you face.
(And donÕt worry. I didnÕt think this up. I would never think up
something like this, even if I was pissed that the ÒcontroversialÓ bikini
just introduced by the Miss America Pageant looks like something out of
the 1930Õs.)
BEAUTY CONTEST
And Scholarship Program
Purpose: ÒTo reflect little girls today, but at the same time maintain the
traditions that have made little girls such an important part of humanityÕs
cultures and history.Ó
Also: ÒTo symbolize choice, individuality, and permission for 9- to 12-
year-old girls to be who they really are.Ó (Contest entry is voluntary.)
Age Requirement: 9 - 12
Gender: female
Pageant Competitions:
Leadership: To be a leader in beauty, showing off the best genes your
family lineage has to offer.
Ambition: To display a desire to reflect the long tradition of females as
natural art, decorations, and ornaments.
Education: To show a desire to learn all the sexual techniques that todayÕs
youngest girls are taking upon themselves to acquire.
Poise: To be utterly ravishing, and without embarrassment, no matter how
little youÕre wearing.
Charm: To Ôknock outÕ the judges, despite being no older than 12.
Grooming: To have the longest hair possible, the best summer tan, and
perfectly painted toenails and fingernails.
Pageant Attire:
(There will be three segments, each featuring different attire.)
Evening Wear: Pretend youÕre going to a cocktail party and wear the
sexiest, most shocking dress you can find. ÒSex AppealÓ and ÒStripteaseÓ
should be the goals of your outfit. (But it MUST be a dress, and it must be
sturdy enough to stay on you at least until youÕve gotten halfway across
the stage.)
Bikini Contest:
Top: Optional
Bottom:
Backside (of panties): Optional
Sides (of panties): String, no thicker than a human hair.
Front (of panties): No more than one inch in height.
(If your bikini falls apart before you reach the stage, just carry it, and you
will receive full credit for wearing it.)
Nudity Contest: (There are three areas that will be stressed):
Tits: Tits must be thrust forward. (No excuses for girls who are Ôtitless.Õ
Show what you have, and you will be given full credit.)
Walking: Cross your legs as you walk (see brochure for details). Hips
should sway at all times. Exaggerated swaying IS encouraged!
Ass/Cunt: Each should be presented, alternately, so all the judges get a
good look at your most important assets.
CONTESTANTS MUST WEAR FOUR-INCH SPIKED HEELS AT ALL TIMES.
(Judges are available to hold your hands as you walk, if needed. No point
deductions will be made if you need your hands held.)
Personal Interview: Each contestant will be privately interviewed by one
or more judges. Contestants will be judged on their awareness of their
body, their knowledge of sex, and their admiration of men. (Memorize the
included list of ÒGreat Men of History, and Their AccomplishmentsÓ, to
maximize your performance in the Òadmiration of menÓ section of the
interview.) (If you canÕt memorize, you will be provided the option of
admiring the physique of the judges who are interviewing you.)
Talent:
Popping Out of a Birthday Cake: Contestant will pop out of a birthday
cake, and be squirted with whipped cream by the judges.
Criticizing Feminists: Contestants will be asked to think up as many bad
things about Òbossy women,Ó Òbossy moms,Ó and feminists as possible,
and to share them with the audience. (Contestants who canÕt think up
anything will be given hints by the judges. Or, memorize the enclosed:
ÒDonÕt like your mom? Neither do we!Ó)
Phallus Sucking: All girls need to learn to suck phallus, and this is the
place to learn if you havenÕt already! (If you donÕt know what a phallus is,
donÕt worry, youÕll be helped with this part when you arrive.)
Toilette Etiquette: Each girl will be asked to relieve herself. (Plenty of
natural spring(ing) water and buns will be provided for girls who require
assistance.)
Enforcement of Traditional Values: Each contestant will be expected to
identify a feminist in her life, and tell what she would do if given the
opportunity to arrest and imprison her. (Note: read the enclosed section,
ÒFEMINISM: AmericaÕs ShameÓ for suggestions on what to do about
feminists.)
Date: September 3, 1997. (Dates with the various judges are also
available, if you want to go out with them after the contest.)
Time: 3:00 p.m. (Conveniently scheduled after school, for those girls who
are required to be in school on this day.)
Note: Latecomers will be denied entry, unless you got lost.
Location: 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW (Washington)
I was going to investigate this location myself, but unfortunately I
no longer live in the area. However, I DO recommend to any law
enforcement authorities that they stage a full scale, SWAT team assault
on the place. (ÒDynamic entry,Ó like Waco.) DonÕt ask questions. That
might tip the perverts off. And remember, if you encounter any
resistance, shoot to kill. The safety of our police is paramount.
Kill those sickos!
AND IN THE END...
ÒIn a world where hard-core sex magazines are displayed inches
away from Vogue on many urban newsstands and X-rated flicks jostle
Disney cartoons at the video store, itÕs no wonder Miss America has begun
to seem more like Miss Anachronism.Ó
- T.V. Guide, August 23, 1997, pg. 14.
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- note: I deleted this part, so as not to excite any girls into entering
that pageant. (IÕd hate to see any girl skip school just so she could be
admired by half the planet!) (Who needs that?)
Pageant Prize: A scholarship centerfold in Little Miss Muffin magazine,
plus a 30 word interview! (The cost of the set, makeup, coiffure (incl.
barrettes), lighting, camera, film, any needed clothing, and magazine
publication and distribution will be entirely borne by the publisher!)