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SAVE THE SPERM !
I canÕt believe this country. What is America coming to? Is this a
cruel country, or what? I mean, take the latest issue of Jump. ItÕs the
magazine Òfor girls who dare to be real.Ó Looking at the models in this
magazine, IÕd say itÕs a magazine for girls ages 8 - 13.
And what is Jump teaching them? To be cruel. To kill. And not just
to kill any old thing, no; how to kill sperm!
Take the article ÒSperm Warfare,Ó on pages 74-75. It details all the
different ways to use birth control to kill sperm. For instance, under a
photo of condoms, Jump says, ÒSpermicidal foams, creams or jellies make
condoms super-effective, but proper usage is the key. Be sure itÕs rolled
(rim on the outside) all the way down to the base of the penis. Remember:
Learning can be half the fun.Ó (page 74)
Has nobody at Jump realized that sperm are alive? Yes, alive!
Sperm are living things. And they are so small, so defenseless. They get
spurted out into the world, helplessly, sometimes without warning, and
now youÕre teaching girls how to kill them?!
YouÕd think with all the people getting upset over the killing of
foetuses, Jump would have respect for life much smaller: little, wiggly
sperm. How would you like to be a sperm? There you are, just sprung to
life, barely seconds old, and something called ÒspermicideÓ is already out
to kill you!
ItÕs time that we have some respect for sperm in this country. We
need to have a national ÒBe Nice to Sperm Day.Ó I mean, consider this:
President Clinton was once a sperm. Today, heÕs the president. What if
some spermicide had killed him? Where would we be then, hmmm? We
would still have George Bush as our president, and everyone would still be
out of a job.
Girls, just because something is smaller than you doesnÕt mean you
should kill it. Be nice. Try to give sperm a warm, cozy place to live. A
sperm is sort of like a tadpole, but much smaller. You wouldnÕt be mean to
a tadpole, would you?
Hopefully Greenpeace will help us understand that, just as we need
to protect sperm whales, little sperm need our protection too.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 340
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Two
I sought MiriamÕs puckered anus. I found it and, drawing my breath
for courage, I penetrated her with my tongue. She shrieked. It was a
happy shriek.
ÒYes, dear! Do me! Suck my asshole and fuck me with your little
tongue!Ó Miriam called out. I would have preferred that she not tell all the
world what I was doing. I stabbed her more deeply for that, hoping to
punish her. She felt pleasure instead. She played with her clit as I
tongued her hole.
Afterward, my legs undone and my hands free at last, I was
permitted to rise. The orgy was over. Miriam herself helped me up. I
looked at her. We both had guilty faces. Then I glanced about. Everyone
was finished. They selected among the bikini tops and bottoms on the
floor for something to wear. The women looked like they were searching
for bits of nourishment as they picked their way, bird-like, through the
detritus of clothing that was scattered about the floor. The men put their
trousers and shirts back on. A new decorum took hold in the crowd.
Genitals were no longer stared at, and were quickly covered up. Glancing
eyes showed modesty. People did not linger over each otherÕs figures, but
comported themselves more like they would at an office, afraid of sexual
harassment lawsuits. The girls fitted themselves into the remnants of
their bikinis as best they could. Then, the men escorting their lovers out
into the darkness, they left. They would escape to their cars in the night.
Except for the passing of headlights, no one would see them. It was an
elegant neighborhood. A certain boredom, bred in suburbia, ruled the front
yards and the streets at night here. Perhaps a policeman would pass,
perhaps not, going his rounds. He would deliberately fail to notice the
torn bra, or the red lines on a half-covered girlÕs hiney. Here, wealth paid
the Law to keep its distance.
ÒYou have a beautiful little slave,Ó Miriam told Sauron, my master.
He strode up to her to reclaim me. Katy was beside him, dressed but
undressed in her fetching bikini. She wore somebody elseÕs top. It was
made of leather. One of its zippered bra-cups wouldnÕt close all the way
and I caught a hint of pink nipple within the encircling leather.
ÒI would like to train her here,Ó my Master told Miriam.
ÒCertainly sir,Ó she replied. ÒIÕm well equipped for whatever you
desire. You wish to, um, break her in?Ó Miriam asked. Her voice had a
touch of sadness to it, as if she hated to part with me.
ÒYes,Ó Sauron said. His voice was deeper than before. I sensed he
was feeling a new excitement already, despite his labors at the orgy. Katy
clung to him like a mermaid. He gazed at me with the eyes of a
shipwrecked sailor spotting land.
ÒThere is a room upstairs,Ó Miriam told my Master. ÒIt has
everything you need. ThereÕs a bath attached. IÕll have the waiters send
up food.Ó She looked from Sauron to Kelly, then to me. ÒAsians make the
most delicate mistresses, and the harshest,Ó she told me. She slapped my
bottom. My undies, brought to the party by some other girl, she perhaps
wearing mine, did little to ward off the blow. They were soft cotton, thin
as a condom. I yelped a little yelp. Nobody cared. Sauron took me gruffly
by my arm and led me off with him. Katy followed. She held a pony whip
in her hand and she let it flick itself along her thigh as she carried it in
her hand.
Stairs beckoned. We trod upward on them. Sauron led me, walking
quickly. Katy followed. Miriam stayed behind. I heard her order the two
waiters to clean up the room. The party was over. Now, my true ordeal
would begin.
Chapter Three
Wet with myself and the sperm of the men who insisted on having
me, I proceeded upstairs with my captors. Katy kept a finger hooked
through my dog collar to make sure I didnÕt try to escape. To be honest, I
thought fervently of it, but I was so scared I had trouble just walking.
The fact I wore five inch spiked heels didnÕt help. Now I knew why the
heels had such elaborate ankle straps. There was no way I could kick them
off and flee. The slightest misstep could make me fall. IÕd almost toppled
over twice while I was dancing. Somehow, the music, and the sight of the
other girls, had elevated me on my heels, and let me wear them almost as
if they were part of my body. But now, trembling more desperately now
than I had all night, I could barely put one foot in front of the other.
Jasmine had promised me that Sauron would be cruel. But did I want
cruelty? I wanted a challenge. Yes, but not cruelty. Yet my position was
hopeless. I was nude, wet from sex, and tied up in heels and collared.
Only my earrings swung free, seductively dangling from my earlobes. But I
think they merely showed my servitude too, for they resembled small
penises, I thought, at least in the abstract, and invited glancing men to
fuck me however they wished. And then leave me.
Yes, theyÕd all left. All those handsome guests with their pretty
wives. Or lovers. Whichever, theyÕd used me and left. I wanted to go
home now. I was finished. IÕd had enough. But this was no story, no
movie. This was a real house on the clifftops above L.A. ÔMannedÕ by a real
woman, Miriam. And sheÕd let Katy and Sauron have me. How couldnÕt she?
IÕd arrived with them. IÕd showed my tacit approval of their dominance by
letting them bring me in the first place.
I heard laughter. Raucous, freewheeling. It frightened me. My soft
tummy tensed. My tawny, lean legs kicked a little as Katy pushed me
forward toward my fate. She pinched my bottom. Her fingertips were
hard and her manicured nails bit into my flesh. I yelped.
A man stumbled from a bedroom. Not ours, no. Ours would be quiet,
the bedcovers turned down and waiting, whips hung on the wall,
slumbering til their next taste of bottomflesh.
ÒOooooh, I want to go home!Ó I cried, unhappily. Katy pinched me
again and I yelped a second time.
The man was laughing. He held a bottle of liquor in his hand and as
he stumbled out of the bedroom I heard a female scream and a stream of
white champagne shot out of the open bedroom door. The man, not seeing
us yet, took a swig of liquor from the bottle he held. He seemed
determined to immerse himself in sin. He was young, 23 perhaps. But
what impressed me most deeply about him was that, despite his nudity,
wearing just black military socks, he had perched atop his head, giving
him a regal bearing, an OfficerÕs hat. It had a wealth of scrambled eggs on
its bill and, above that, on the front of the hat itself, a steel naval
emblem. As a girl of ten IÕd cherished soldiers, and studied all their
insignia in my momÕs encyclopedia. And now, apparently, I had the real
thing here before me. He was tall and quite handsome, a true officer and a
gentleman, I thought, despite his drunken revelry. Had Tailhook moved
here from the Hilton, seeking less conspicuous digs? But I sensed there
were no more than three or four of them altogether, the man plus his
companions in the bedroom. And yes, looking down, I did notice his penis.
It was as long in proportion as he was tall, and thick besides, showing
itself quite ready for the females celebrating with him in the bedroom.
I heard a male call out and another female cry, happily, perhaps
getting fucked by him, but my Officer-soldier did not seem to notice.
Lowering his liquor bottle from his lips, heÕd seen me.
ÒDoes this young lady wish to go home?Ó the young Officer asked
aloud of Sauron and Katy. It was obvious I had no choice in the matter.
Like a captive butterfly, I trembled between them, Katy shoving me
forward, her finger regulating me by my collar, while Sauron led the way.
ÒWhat is it to you?Ó Sauron snarled. He was in a bad mood. He had
shot all his balls had to give and yet, I think, he longed for more. He had
yet to fuck me. I was wet and available. A little sore, perhaps, but with
all the sperm that had been pumped into my by other men there was no
doubt he could find me quite slick inside. Yet he was temporarily
shriveled. Perhaps the sight of the young OfficerÕs penis made him
jealous.
ÒI think if the young lady wishes to go home, she should be allowed
to, thatÕs all,Ó the Officer told my captor.
We stood in the glimmering lamplight of the hallway. The lamps,
old-fashioned in style, made, it appeared, of handblown glass, seemed
reminiscent of an earlier age, of gas lights tended by housemaids and of
trimmed wicks and and English proprieties. Had not the great Naval age of
England once civilized all the world? And now America, inheriting the
empire of the very government it had revolted against, ruled the seas in
place of the English ships. And here, amidst this lamplight, the prettily
patterned wallpaper of the walls enclosing us, stood a very dignified
young fellow, despite the absence of his trousers.
ÒHere, look! Perhaps they were placed here of a purpose!Ó the young
Officer said. He glanced at the wall and there, for decoration alone, IÕm
sure, hung two silver swords. Perhaps he thought they were just fakes,
but the young man reached for them anyway, and taking them quickly down
from the wall, handling them, he saw that they were sharp all along their
length and pointed.
I found a chill running down my spine to my bottomcheeks. ÔPut them
back!Õ I wanted to shout. I listened as the young Officer rubbed the swords
against each other. There was a sound as of razors being sliced against
one another. He looked up. And to my great unhappiness he said, ÒSir, if
you wish to keep the girl despite Her wishes, then I must challenge you to
a duel.Ó
The young man, despite being obviously American, had a slight
English accent. I learned later heÕd roomed in Britain for a time. His
parents were wealthy and hoped to make a fine Man of him, or at least to
get him out of their hair by dumping him someplace respectable. And,
also, when I learned this, I learned that heÕd gone on to the Citadel, being
too poor in his high school grades to get where he should have gone, into
the Naval academy at Annapolis.
ÒYou, sir, are at a slight disadvantage, due to your cock,Ó Sauron
grinned. The boy was hard as the swords and his not inconsiderable penis
stuck out a good twelve inches from his flat belly. ÒNot to mention your
cockiness.Ó
ÒI am not cocky, just protecting a Lady,Ó my Officer replied.
ÒToss me a blade, then, fool. You can spend the rest of your life
making cheap porn after youÕve sewn yourself back on!Ó Sauron bellowed.
ÒI came across your newsletter in an under-ground music shop out
in Seattle, WA,Ó writes echo syzygy. ÒI bought the only copy they had.
Since then, they have never been able to obtain any more of your
newsletters, saying they werenÕt sure how they came across it in the
first place.
ÒI have been involved in writing poetry for five years and have
just self-published a collection of early poetry under the title of
ÔAway...Õ I have stacks of rejection letters claiming my work is Ôtoo
darkÕ or Ôunusual and gothic.ÕÓ
thrash
by echo syzygy
I lay alone under these
damp marble walls
with you.
And I
feel you dripping on me.
Push away
from
another
blood soaked kiss
ÒI will die tonightÓ
and you feel
the weight of
my fading stare.
And you
will grab for my out-reached hands
melting them gently
upon my silent heart.
All is quiet now,
above my whitened flesh
and you are full
of my
rotting
blood
that spills
from your mouth.
You bundle warm
in my
naked soul,
rocking
me back and forth
and deeper
and deeper.
My shadow escapes me
on the cold
marble walls but you
have stolen nothing less
than the essence
of my soul
and the
eternity
of my pain...
AND IN THE END...
THE GOVT. VS. MICROSOFT
ÒThe government may... be repeating the mistake it made when it
once tried to stop Chrysler [from] installing radios in its cars.Ó
- The Economist, December 20, 1997, pg. 102.
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