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FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 73
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Twelve
A stony path appeared between the brush along the beach. The
horses followed the path, led by their trainers. The girls' bare bottoms
joggled atop their steeds, the white cheeks of flesh presenting a tempting
target for the Governess' crop. The Governess tapped her crop lightly upon
Candy's bottom. Candy looked down into the woman's face.
"I'd love it if you'd misbehave," the Governess purred to Candy. The
flame-haired girl smiled sweetly and sat more erectly, jutting out her
chest, her bottom contracting into a tight little ball.
"You must give me some rules," Candy replied. Melanie looked over at
the flame-haired girl. This was the girl who'd fallen into a lesbian tryst
with Gwen, Melanie recalled. Perhaps she wanted more, this time from
the Governess. Or perhaps she just enjoyed flirting with danger, or
thought not flinching from the woman made her look cool.
"I don't want any rules," Kimberly called out, her horse the last in
line. The Governess, striding alongside Candy, turned her head and looked
back.
"That's when you need them most," the Governess called back with a
smile. Kimberly shifted on her horse. Melanie looked back.
"I don't want any rules," Kimberly whined in a muted voice to her
stepsister.
Ahead loomed the castle. It looked ancient and foreboding, though
Melanie knew it must be of a fairly modern origin. She'd never heard of
any medieval knights who'd taken up residence in the Carribean islands of
the New World.
"Is this Camelot?" Kimberly called out from the back of the line.
"Yes, dear," the Governess replied, to Melanie's surprise. Then she
added: "For you it is."
"I wish I knew Camelot had such great pinball machines in it,"
Kimberly replied. "I would have studied it more in school." Melanie could
only see the back of Candy's head, but she thought she detected Candy
silently rolling her eyes. Candy turned and said something quietly to the
Governess, no doubt commenting on Kimberly's last remark. But the
Governess just smiled and lightly touched a finger to Candy's knee.
Veronica looked over at Melanie. She gave a smile, as if surprised to
find herself, a married woman, living out such a childish fantasy. No
doubt she thought she'd long since left behind such things as castles and
white stallions. Melanie gave a silent look of reply, as if to comment that
she, too, was stunned to find herself in such surroundings. Only Kimberly
seemed not to notice what an exotic land they'd come to. No doubt for her,
consumed as she was with the spacefaring elves and trolls of videoland,
this was rather dull.
A drawbridge emerged from between the mist-shrouded plantlife
lining the trail ahead. A fog had come in as they trotted along,
accompanying the sinking of the sun into the sea. Melanie felt the first
shiver of evening. Was dew forming on her bare skin? She stroked a slim
finger along her arm. It was moist, but whether from the libation that
accompanied the onset of night, or just from an earlier perspiration, she
couldn't tell. Melanie turned her head and looked over her bare shoulder.
Through passing ferns she watched as the sun dipped into the waves of the
ocean. When Sol rose again, what would she be thinking then?
Melanie faced forward once more and spied a man standing on the far
side of the drawbridge. He was dressed in a thigh-length black bathrobe.
In his hand he held a drink. She knew him not, yet the charms of her nude
body were fully on display for him, to drink in at his leisure with his
liquor. Melanie felt her little breast buds tingle as she watched the man
put his lips to a tiny straw and suck sustenance from it. What was his
drink, she wondered? Would she be offered the same?
Chapter 13
The Governess met the man on the drawbridge and pointed out each
of the girls by name to him as they passed. He nodded to each, and each,
rather blushingly, replied. "Hello, Mr. Savin," the girls had been instructed
to say, though Kimberly gave a smirk and greeted him with "Hello,
Snotface," instead, then broke helplessly into girlish giggles. This
warranted another crack from the Governess' riding crop, but Mr. Savin
stayed her hand.
"I like her," Mr. Savin said. "She has spunk."
"She ought to have a red bottom," the Governess replied.
"I want to get down," Kimberly cried out just as the horses filed into
a big stone chamber. This was apparently what Mr. Savin had in mind
anyway, for he ordered the men to help all four females dismount.
"Ooch! This floor is cold!" Melanie said aloud, bending both her knees
outward in a bow when she hit the ground. She looked almost as if she had
been let down onto hot coals. But after a moment she came to tolerate the
icy chill of the stone, at least for the near future. Candy and the other
girls also remarked on the coldness of the floor as they were let down.
"Could we meet our friends?" Melanie asked Mr. Savin.
"I am your friend," Mr. Savin replied. As if to cement this he
extended a hand. Meekly she took it in her own and shook it.
"She means the ones we came with on the boat," Candy offered.
"You had sex on the boat?" Mr. Savin asked, then grinned. "Bad joke, I
know. Especially in front of such fine young ladies."
"Look, we did the initiation thing, swimming in naked," Candy said.
"Could we get some clothes now and go meet our friends?"
"How about a nice hot bath first?" Mr. Savin asked with beaming
eyes.
"Depends on who it's with," Veronica said.
"Oh, just the four of you," Mr. Savin said. He turned to the Governess.
"Show these young ladies where they may pretty up." The Governess
nodded smartly and beckoned her charges. With mincing steps Melanie,
Candy, Veronica, and Kimberly followed the Governess across the floor of
the room toward a curving flight of stone stairs. Kimberly looked back at
Mr. Savin. He nodded politely to her. Her lips were parted, her eyes wide
with new things and feelings. She turned her head away and very daintily
followed in the footsteps of her sister. There seemed an extra jiggle in
her bottomcheeks, as if suddenly she was both aware and appreciative of
the effect her nude body could have on a man.
A pretty little bathroom was found, with a huge tub that occupied
almost the entire room. The light was dim, so the Governess told David,
the only man still accompanying the entourage, to light several candles.
These slim pillars of wax had been scattered about the room in advance of
the girls' arrival, each on its own gold candlestick. Incense was lit as
well, and an odor of jasmine and peppermint began to fill the room. The
tap in the tub was opened, and the Governess, bending forward, adjusted
the taps' twin knobs until she was satisfied with the temperature of the
water spilling out. Then she spilled a bottle of fragrant bubble bath into
the churning water beneath the tap. Meanwhile, Melanie and Candy and
Veronica and Kimberly watched David's athletic muscles shift beneath his
skin as he lit each of the room's candles.
"Well! David! You didn't have to light all the room's candles," the
Governess said when she looked up again from the tub. The room had
become bathed in an aura of light. Two dozen candles shimmered happily
over the room's occupants. David, hardly an expert in English, seemed not
to understand the Governess, or even realize that she had admonished him.
"Take a quick bath, girls," the Governess said, turning to her charges.
"Then we must dress you for our little party."
"Will we get to see our friends then?" Melanie asked.
"Oh yes, at least that," the Governess said with a smile. She turned
and made for the room's doorway. Then she stopped and turned about
again. She crooked a finger at David. "Come, David!"
"We don't mind if he stays," Kimberly piped up.
"No, but I do," the Governess said. "He has more chores to do for me."
"I'll bet," Candy muttered under her breath, climbing over the rim of
the tub into the bathwater.
"I heard that," the Governess, her back turned to the girls once more,
called out. Candy gave the Governess the finger.
Holding hands, Melanie and Kimberly stepped into the steaming water
of the tub. Then they reached out and helped Veronica in too. The girls
stood for a moment, gazing at each other, bending down now and then to
run their fingers through the water and suds. Candy was the first to sit
down, and she let out a little gasp at the heat of the water, followed by a
satisfied groan. She laid her back against the side of the tub. She smiled.
"Sit down, girls, it's wonderful," Candy beckoned. Melanie dropped to
her haunches, letting her hands plunge down to the bottom of the tub. She
looked rather funny as she stood with bent knees, butt still high in the air,
her calves and forearms immersed. Candy spotted a pod shaped syringe
along the side of the tub. She immersed it in the hot water, filling it.
Melanie was chatting idly with Kimberly and Veronica when a well-aimed
squirt of water from Candy's pod hit her directly in her exposed anus.
"Auch!" Melanie cried out, eyes bulging. For a moment she just
stayed as she was, her mind reverberating from the hot injection her anus
had received. Then she dropped fully into the water with a splash. A
moment later she was upon Candy, pummeling the girl with a cascade of
close-quarter splashes. Kimberly and Veronica, not ones to miss out on a
bit of fun, joined in. Soon Candy, screaming for her hair not to be made
wet, found her face being pressed toward the surface of the water by all
three girls.
"You already got your hair wet in the ocean, silly!" Kimberly
admonished Candy.
"Oh, yeah!" Candy recollected, and then was plunged down into the
bathwater.
A contest ensued to see which girl would get dunked next. Amidst a
tangle of limbs Kimberly was the next to go down, followed by Melanie.
Finally Veronica, squealing like a pig about to be butchered, had her face
submerged as well.
By the time the Governess came by to see what all the commotion
was about, the girls had passed on to shampooing each other's hair. They
piped back to the Governess that they were fine, and when the Governess
turned away all four girls gave her the finger.
"Bath time is over, girls," the Governess was saying rather harshly
half an hour later, as the girls played on. Reluctantly, at the Governess'
urging, the foursome left the tub behind and endured a vigorous towelling
off by four men who showed up just for the purpose. Of course Kimberly
complained that she could dry herself, echoing the thoughts of her
comrades, but the Governess would have none of it.
The girls were given furry slippers and led down a hall. They asked
to take their towels with them, but the Governess would not allow it.
"You're still in your initiation phase," the Governess cautioned. "Just do as
I say and quit being such little sissies." The girls might have protested
such a statement but the men who had towelled them off were following
just behind, no doubt admiring their bare bottoms. The men were
bodybuilders, and seemed to want nothing more in the world than to obey
the Governess.
The next surprise in store for the girls lay in the bedroom into which
they were led. Upon a silken eiderdown lay stockings and bras, panties and
babydoll nighties. At the foot of the bed were four pairs of pumps. No
clothing other than this was evident.
"Please dress for the party, girls," the Governess said. The men had
not entered the bed chamber. The Governess, at the door, closed the girls
in and locked the door behind her.
"What a fix we've gotten ourselves into!" Melanie cried.
"I'm getting sick of Ms. Governess' snotty attitude, although at first
I admit I liked it."
"You have a weakness for women who are in charge," Melanie said.
"I do too." Kimberly piped up. "I like to stick my tongue out at them!"
She demonstrated, but none of the other girls seemed interested.
"These are beautiful," Veronica said, sitting down on the side of the
bed and admiring the lingerie. "They've been picked just for us, too. Look!
There's a note here that says which ones would probably look best on
which girl. It's from Mr. Savin."
"Fuck Mr. Savin," Candy said. "He's a royally cool dude, but probably a
royal asshole too. Anyone with this much money must be."
"I like him," Kimberly said self-consciously. She had seated herself
on the bedside, and stroked a nightie with her fingers. "I like him more
than the Governess, anyway."
"Well, maybe we should look on the bright side," Melanie said,
padding over to the bedside to examine the lingerie. "We are still working
off all that money Rob and Renoir gave us...I think."
"Yeah, I guess so," Candy said. "But come morning I'm going to be
looking for a boat to take me home." At the girls' remark about payment
Veronica and Kimberly perked up their ears. For the next 20 minutes, as
the girls slowly dressed, they delved more deeply into their experiences
of the last few weeks. By the time the Governess came to get them they
had made a pact to enjoy the night, then leave the island at first light.
The party never happened. The girls were being ushered down the
long stone stairway, back into the round room the horses had entered,
when the raid hit. Kimberly was squirming under the watchful, admiring
eye of Mr. Savin as she descended the stairs. Mr. Savin was standing
amidst newly hung festoons and banners, a drink in his hands. Strong,
sturdy workmen, naked from the waist up, were busy hanging the last of a
clutch of speckled balloons. Suddenly police and Coastguardsmen burst
into the room. Automatic fire opened up, and the girls ducked behind the
solid stone bannister that ran along the stairs.
For several moments Melanie crouched with her eyes shut, her hands
clapped over her ears. Then, perhaps out of curiosity, she opened her eyes
just a bit. The sight that met her was astonishing. The Governess was
standing, fully erect, still in front of the girls, as if to continue leading
them down to Mr. Savin. But in her hands she held an Uzi, procured from
somewhere, and she was boldly spraying the room with it, firing at Mr.
Savin's attackers. Beyond the Governess, on the steps below, two of Mr.
Savin's men lay dead. For what seemed like an eternity to frightened
Melanie the Governess blasted the intruders with grim determination.
Finally Melanie heard "Get that Bitch!" and, a moment later, was splattered
with blood. Before her the Governess whipped to one side, then slowly
toppled forward. Another blast of automatic fire hit her body, and the
Governess collapsed in a heap on the stairs.
Melanie felt a hand tug at her hair. She turned, and her eyes met
Veronica's. Had she too witnessed the brave drama of the Governess' last
stand? If so, she did not show it.
"Come on!" Veronica breathed hotly. Trembling with terror, Melanie
scurried after her friend up the stone stairs. As she scuttled up the hewn
steps, keeping her head below the shielding banister, she looked back over
her shoulder one last time at the Governess. Whatever the woman's
weaknesses, and no doubt she had many, she had stood solidly at the last
to defend the lifestyle she believed in.
As Melanie reached the top of the stairs she had to climb over Candy,
who was lying across the uppermost steps. Seemingly Oblivious to what
was going on around her, Candy was busy kicking in a little wooden panel
with her heel. The panel was set in the wall, next to the uppermost step.
It had a keyhole set into it, and was obviously locked. Candy, though, was
smashing the panel to bits with swift thrusts of her spiked heel. A
moment later, the door in ruins, Candy hunched forward. She tore at the
splintered door.
"What are you doing?" Melanie hissed, as another burst of bullets
flew overhead.
"There's guns in here!" Candy said.
KURT COBAIN RESURRECTED!
Hey, dudes. ItÕs me, Kurt. I know youÕre going to think IÕm lying or
something but... IÕve been resurrected. I guess God thought I was too
important to girls to leave lying in the grave. (Jesus, this guy thinks like
a pervert!) Sorry. Anyway, IÕm obviously not in my own body because, as
you know, I blew my head off. So IÕm in the body of this guy named Ôholy
joe.Õ
Now, I donÕt quite look like I did before. This guy is, um, 5Õ4Ó tall,
weighs 450 pounds, needs a shave, a diet program, and has loose bowels
from eating too much food at Burger King. His pecker is, as one might say,
Ôunremarkable.Õ But itÕs still me!!!
Right now IÕve sneaked into the managerÕs office at the Burger King
and IÕm typing out this e-mail message to you. The Burger King is located
at (let me check some letterhead here) 616 Iustitia lane. ItÕs near this
sex offenderÕs ÔclinicÕ that looks like a prison. (I think holy joe might
have got loose or something.)
I know I was going to make a record with that gay guy who sings for
REM but, for some reason, I have a deep, primal urge to tour the world
singing early Beatles songs. ÒLove Me Do,Ó seems to want to burst out of
me. IÕm going to change it to ÒLove Me Doo Doo,Ó though. I noticed the
four-and-under set doesnÕt buy many records so I think IÕll crack into that
niche market and grow it some. My new group is going to be called The
Cherry Poppers. Why, IÕm not sure. But I definitely donÕt need you dweebs
in Fu Fighters. ÒI donÕt owe you anything,Ó to quote from a certain song.
Now, as for the Church of Kurt Cobain. This is a good idea. I may
need someplace to crash for awhile and, you know, crashing in my own
church sounds pretty cool. Try to have some drugs for me if you could.
And a shotgun, too.
If that Hole lady is reading this, up yours. YouÕre too fat and you
wonÕt let me take my drugs. DonÕt join my church. YouÕre the Anti-Kurt.
(IÕd say Anti-Christ but...)
So, anyway, send the limo, man! (Hmmm, I have a sudden need to say
ÔmanÕ instead of Ôdude.Õ Also that 11 million dollars. I think I can figure
out how to spend it now. Remember, IÕm the short fat dude at Burger King
near the sex offenderÕs clinic who needs a shave. IÕll be outside
panhandling for money. (I havenÕt eaten for awhile. Five minutes, to be
exact, which is a long time when you weigh 450 pounds.) Stay cool, girls!
IÕll be meeting you soon!
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