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Ms. Willey, talking about
ClintonÕs peter, is
not in this issue!
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 354
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
ÒHow can I...?Ó Dick hesitated to broach the question. It implied
that we were here for impure purposes. Perhaps we might have inspected
the dungeon and then simply left, to play in bed, perhaps, the dungeon just
a curiosity. But held obscenely by his erect member, Dick could no longer
entertain that fantasy. He needed and wanted now. His own captivity
made him harder and hungrier. ÒHow can I fuck?Ó Dick asked bluntly.
ÒHow can I get off? I came here to have fun and to fuck, not to be stuck in
some wall!Ó Dick yanked himself back, slamming his fists into the
plyboard. But the board barely trembled. Dick, on the other hand, grunted
painfully as his cock found it absolutely could not withdraw. Jennifer
squealed. She watched as the prongs held Dick firm, pressing and digging
into his fleshy column, even making it stretch out a little, as he tried to
draw his hips back. And the rings, the awful rings, held his cock in a
toothsome grip.
ÒMy, my, such dirty thoughts for a clean-cut Citadel graduate,Ó Katy
tsked. She patted his buttocks. ÒWell, donÕt worry, Officer Dick, IÕll see
that youÕre made to be good. We have whips here for just such a purpose.
And paddles, and crops. IÕll let you pick your poison in a minute.Ó
Katy turned and slipped, liquid like, over to me. She was upon me
before I had time to think. I was still too busy staring at my powerful
boyfriend, his Herculean body made utterly captive by a few well-placed
rings around his penis. Katy lifted my bottom with my palm, making me
straighten a little. She cupped both my large breasts with her other hand
and did her best to gather my bosoms and aim my nipples into the holes.
Jennifer waited, with baited breath, on the other side.
ÒGet them in, dear. Time to have the tips of your breasts milked,Ó
Katy said quietly, certainly, not giving me any chance to argue. She must
have done this trick before because, despite my ample bosom and the
smallness of her palm, she managed to squeeze and direct the tips of my
breasts into the small, waiting holes. I felt my nipples slide within the
mouth-like openings. Katy pressed a palm hard against my back. My chin
bumped the wall and then my head lofted back. My breasts pressed
themselves to the plyboard. And, within the holes now, I felt my stiff
nipples suddenly captured. Jennifer screwed the rings down. They were
much smaller than the rings which held Dick. Their greased bodies of
steel closed on my nipples and I felt little prongs touch and tip their way
into the flesh of my teats.
And I knew. Hearing Jennifer giggle, I felt the awful truth. The
prongs, pressing into my skin just behind the very tip of each of my
nipples, left the actual ends of my nipples looking like little mouths
gasping for air. I felt a tongue-flick. Jennifer was licking my nipples!
Just the mouthing tips, where a baby might draw milk. She tasted each
provoked nipple tip tentatively. Then she licked again. I felt like a
mother, offering herself to her child.
But I didnÕt want to be like this. It was so awful, having my nipples
held, the prongs distorting the ends of my nipples and Jennifer tasting
them like they were little rosebuds that needed suckling to open.
ÒNo!Ó I gasped. Katy only laughed. Jennifer, behind the board,
laughed. And then the worst happened. The little imp who had wet my
breasts with her tongue flipped a switch. I didnÕt hear the switch get
flipped but I felt the result. A small electric current flowed through the
rings and the prongs that held me and it shocked my nipples.
I screamed. Dick cried out like a warlock made captive in Hell. The
current subsided.
ÒThere, that should keep you both on your best behavior,Ó Katy
laughed. Jennifer giggled and wanted to shock us again but Katy forbid it.
ÒOnly if I say so, dear Jennifer. I want to use it as a method of control for
now. I still have to chain them both up!Ó
Katy lifted my arms. I did not resist. I could not. I was still too
busy gasping from the shock little Jennifer, now definitely my Former
friend, had given me. Katy raised both my arms and then pinned them
together with only one of her hands. She gripped me lightly, like a
butterfly, knowing I dared not resist. Then she slipped a padded leather
cuff down over each of my hands. My fingers struggled and tried to resist
the descent of each cuff, but I only fought with half my strength, not
wanting to get in trouble, and I did not move my wrists.
Jennifer closed each cuff over my wrists. I was clasped tight
within the padded leather. The cuffs were connected to each other by a
very short chain. It was like wearing handcuffs. The big chain from which
the cuffs descended down from the ceiling had a hook in it. It permitted
the chain to be drawn down but kept it from sliding back up. Once secured,
I was left to hang. My nipples were caught and my wrists were held high
over my head. I glanced fearfully at Katy. She only smiled. She kissed my
cheek. She licked my earlobe.
ÒYou are so precious. IÕll have fun torturing you,Ó she said. ÒNow
lets get these little legs of yours apart. I want to have complete access
to you, my dear. YouÕre too lovely not to penetrate in every available
place!Ó She pushed apart my knees. I felt them slide across the pink
beach towel and knew IÕd rather be lying on the towel, out in the air, under
the sun, even if it meant getting burned all over. For here, only some
places of me stood to get burnt, and I knew where they lay on my body. My
huddling asscheeks, perhaps the slope of my soft back and my nervous,
well-formed thighs. Perhaps, wickedly, a whip curling around to tease me
as it struck against me, upon my belly or my sloping breasts.
Katy clamped the ends of a spreader bar within my opened thighs.
She imprisoned me right above my knees. I felt utterly open, my tight
cunny hanging down, offering itself in a futile gesture of sacrifice. My
pinhole bottomhole felt its hidden place between the cheeks of my butt
exposed to the light and the air.
Whereas Dick, obviously, was held with his hips slammed up against
the wall, I was held to the wall by my bosoms. My bottom hung free. My
belly had no contact with the wall. I was like a bitch offering her bottom
to the male. Katy encouraged me to dip my back more and show more of
my heinie and my spread ass to her. She flicked a finger along the lips of
my cunny, making me shudder. She separated my hair so that it fell away
from my back and in front of me, leaving my backside and back completely
exposed. I vowed to shake my mane back behind me as soon as she left me.
ÒIÕm going to gag you,Ó Katy said to me. She did not say why. She
called to Jennifer, who stood singing a little song behind the plyboard,
admiring Dick and playing her fingers along his trapped penis. ÒBring me a
gag for Kelly,Ó Katy told Jennifer. The girl went to a shelf and took down
a strip of rawhide. She brought it to her Mistress and Katy opened my lips
and put the rawhide into my mouth. It tasted something like beef jerky,
and she pushed it deep into my mouth so that I could not clench my teeth
together. I felt my tongue jammed back and knew I would be making no
smalltalk anytime soon. The polite conversation weÕd enjoyed at our tea
party was over.
Satisfied that I was completely hers, that she could do whatever she
wished with me, Katy stood admiring me for a moment. Like a woman
does, jealously. Her fingers touched me and she finally used both hands to
press at and hold the trembling cheeks of my bottom. She seemed in awe
of my heinie. ÒYou have such a precious little bottom,Ó Katy told me, a
touch of envy in her words. ÒItÕs so white and resilient. Irresistible,
really. IÕm going to put some weals on it for you. YouÕll feel very proud
when you can show Sauron how youÕve suffered for him. TheyÕll be
trophies, really, your little weals. You can bend over for him and lift your
skirt and say, ÔHere, Sauron, this is my gift to you. I did this to show you
that even though IÕm naughty sometimes and make you angry I do still love
you. HereÕs proof! I had myself punished just so I could be your beloved
again, faithful and true, guiltless and ever so loving.Ó
Jennifer, meanwhile, so that our punishment would not be needlessly
delayed, had put herself in charge of trussing up DickÕs limbs. She was not
tall enough to simply raise up his arms. She had to mount the bench and
stand there, child-like, beside him. With her bottom quivering quivering
behind her, still showing the marks of her own punishment, she lofted up
DickÕs arms, one by one. They were big and heavy and muscled and he did
not help her. He made her lift his arm all by herself. She sounded like she
was lifting a tree trunk, I thought, as she gasped out grunts in doing her
work.
A veritable Junior Amazon, Jennifer finally managed to get both
DickÕs arms uplifted and belted into a pair of overhanging cuffs. Unlike my
wrists, which were held submissively together, connected by a short
handcuff-like chain, DickÕs wrists were spread far apart. He looked like
Samson holding up the roof of the kingÕs palace. And, when Jennifer got
his legs apart, and fixed into a spreader bar, one might have thought he
was the Pillars of Hercules. I wanted to sail a little boat between his
legs and look up and admire his manly balls.
We were roped up at last, bound and gagged and caught by our most
private parts, like sails affixed to the mast and the yardarms, ready to
take on the winds of the open sea. I looked at Dick. He glanced over at me.
We were both gagged but I somehow communicated, I thought, to him that I
loved him and loved that heÕd come with me to SauronÕs. His eyes were
glazed. It was, absent Sauron, a manÕs dream cum true. Three lovely
young females, all scurrying around him as if he were king, yet playing
tricks on him at the same time. There was no doubt that he was well
loved, even as they contemplated torturing him. He had a fine body and
plenty of muscles and he was an Officer to boot, fresh from the Citadel,
trained in all the ways of a Southern gentleman. And he was theirs! Girls,
no matter how pretty they are, always stand in awe of a truly fine man
and wet themselves over him. Now they had one all to themselves, to play
with and tease as much as they pleased. Even as sheÕd put his arms up into
the cuffs Jennifer had openly admired them. And as sheÕd spread his legs
sheÕd admired him even more.
Katy mused over the implements on the wall and chose a slim,
whippy riding crop. I shivered. It would sting and weal me if she chose to
use it at its full potential, swinging it hard. She walked behind myself
and my lover. She snapped her wrist. The whip ricocheted through the air,
making me tremble. My nipples winced in their clamps. Dick flinched,
giving his penis an unwanted jerk that caused the tongs to dig into his
organ.
Katy seemed to want to start with me. After all, she had only one
crop. She slipped close to me and stroked my waist and kissed my face.
ÒNow, darling, I just want you to concentrate on the sensations of your
body, both the good and the bad,Ó she purred. She kissed me again. ÒI must
awaken you in all your aspects.Ó Then she stepped back behind me. I heard
her feet prance as she leapt in toward me and gave herself a practise
swing. Then she withdrew again and, coming forward once more, she let
fly her wrist.
SWWWICK! I yelped as her crop zinged into my flesh...
---
Ò[My poem is] about... sex, one of the greatest inventions of all
time,Ó writes Tim DiVito.
A TASTE OF PEACH
by Tim DiVito
Walking together along a sunlit beach
sends a hunger racing downward.
Rising from the ocean a scent of desire
heats our self control.
Embracing suddenly under the beating sun
sparks our ecstasy.
Kissing your long golden legs
seems to be an endless journey, enticing
my searching mouth to the fruit of passion.
Gentle fingers massage the juices all over
your tender, smooth skin.
Sticky sweetness savored willingly,
hardens muscles with erotic tension.
Frequent tastes of your delicious peach
sends juices trickling down my chin.
Overwhelming waves of passion engulf us.
After our refreshing rendezvous
we slowly stroll along in a sandy sweat,
under an exotic sunset.
A taste of peach, still present on our lips.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Club, May 1998, $5.99. Club Magazine, P.O. Box 133, Mount Morris, IL
61054. No web site listed.
Review: What a pain in the ass it is, being a porno reviewer. I
just had the carpet cleaning service in here today, cleaning up after my
review of Mayfair. YouÕll recall that issue contained a wonderful girl
named Dill.
SheÕs back, in a different pictorial, in Club. ItÕs almost as juicy
as the one in Mayfair. In this pictorial, in Club, Dill decided to call
herself Donna. While sheÕs listed as being 18 in Mayfair, in Club they
say sheÕs 19. What a slice of heaven this girl is! Sure, her tits arenÕt
big enough, but the rest of her is so fine, I donÕt mind!
As the pictorial beings, Donna is having trouble keeping her
panties on (page 99). Then, on the next page, she decides her undies are
just too restrictive, and slides them down to her ankles. Then she lies
back. Pulling her panties up to her knees (is she being coy?) she offers
some delicious pussy shots. For once, IÕm impressed with the sight of a
girlÕs pussy. I guess itÕs her soft, heavenly face, and that wiggling
little tongue of hers. Hold that pose, Donna. IÕm coming in!
Ooops. IÕm coming, thatÕs for sure. Damn. And I donÕt have enough
money to call the carpet cleaning people again.
I guess IÕll just have to put up with the smell. At least it didnÕt
hit my magazine!
Shit. Now I moved my foot and stepped in it...
OMIGOD! One of the all-time best ass shots is on the next page.
ItÕs of Dill, I mean, Donna, kneeling on a daybed, with her knees neatly
tucked under her. SheÕs barefoot. SheÕs gazing back over a seductively
hunched shoulder and eyeing my rod. (SheÕs nicknamed it Òthe
bazooka.Ó)
Or is Donna actually with other couples, playing some sort of
naked game?
Or is she watching her girlfriend get fucked up the fanny, on the
floor, knowing itÕs her turn next?
On page 103, Donna convinces her lover to fuck her cunt, instead
of her butthole. She eagerly rubs her tummy as she watches him mount
her. SheÕs skipped taking her birth control pill, and watches with sexy
delight as he prepares to penetrate her. (Too bad her lover doesnÕt
know sheÕs planning to make him a father!)
Another terrific girl in this issue is Josie, page 112. SheÕs more
worldly in her appearance than Donna, and I didnÕt find her pictorial
with a car nearly as exciting as Donna cuddled up on a daybed. But if
you want to see an excellent-looking girl posing on an excellent-
looking sports car, this is it!
Finally, thereÕs a very hot pictorial of Angel, page 7. Whipped
cream, a strawberry, a bathtub, pinned-up hair, and a seductively
pierced navel make this a top-notch set of photos.
The rest of this magazine is also very good. High quality, highly
creative pictorials, with nice babes and some outstanding ÔclothingÕ.
For my money, IÕm finding the Club series of magazines to be a far
better buy than Playboy, Penthouse, or Hustler. ItÕs pretty amazing; I
once regarded Club, Club International, and Club Confidential as being
at the bottom of the barrel. But now I put them right at the top!
Still, though, IÕd rather have a girlfriend. At least, with a
girlfriend, my jism would go up her instead of all over my carpet.
(Plus, she could cook for me too, so I wouldnÕt have to go to
McDonaldÕs when IÕm done reading my magazines.)
Check this out! Both this monthÕs Mayfair and this monthÕs Club
ask this question on the table of contents page:
ÒEver wondered what it takes to put Mayfair together?Ó
ÒEver wondered what itÕs like to put Club together?Ó
The answers given are totally different.
Great minds think alike, I guess.
AND IN THE END...
Ever wondered what itÕs like to put Fuck Decency together?
Oh.
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