THE OBSCENITY IS BACK!
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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 75
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Fourteen
"What about Diane? And Sherry? And Rob and Brent?" Melanie asked
Fred.
"Only my three men and I escaped," Fred said. "And me just barely."
As he spoke the yacht began to turn.
"Should we continue heading for the coast, sir?" One of Fred's men
asked, hurrying up to him.
"God dammit, I just don't know," Fred said. "The coast is one way,
the seaplane should be coming from the other."
"Are--are they dead?" Melanie asked Fred.
"Who?"
"Rob! And Brent! And Diane and Sherry!" Melanie cried.
"Oh," Fred said, his mind elsewhere, still plotting his escape. "God
knows. I hope they're dead, frankly. Dead men tell no tales."
"Oh, God!" Melanie cried, and put her hands to her face. She began to
sob. The other girls seemed equally moved by Fred's reply. All but Gwen,
who seemed almost to merge with Fred as he held her.
A light glimmered on the horizon. "Get down!" Fred called to the
girls. "A plane's coming, but I don't know who's!" He beckoned one of his
men. A moment later he was hustling forward toward the bridge, all the
while still peering out at the light fast approaching along the surface of
the sea. Gwen still clung to him.
Melanie lay on the deck of the yacht and watched through the
vertical bars of the ship's railing as the light in the sky steadily
approached. She didn't know whether to pray it was the Coast Guard or
Fred's men. Suddenly the plane roared in over the yacht. Fred's men called
out to one another in triumph. It was their seaplane, the next link in their
frantic attempt to elude capture.
Melanie clambered out of the limo, thinking of the past year. She
was dressed in a parka, but beneath she wore lingerie much like that she'd
had on when she'd escaped from Fred's island fortress the previous
summer. Kimberly plopped out of the limo behind her.
"There it is," Kimberly said, her voice small. Before them stood the
ski chalet of Lady Burgess. But it was owned by Gwen now, and she was
waiting inside for them. Fred was there too, along with Veronica and
Candy. Sherry and Diane were there, and Brent, though Rob had died in the
firefight on the island. Renoir and Miriam had been invited, but declined to
come. David was there, however. Martin had lied about David's death.
When David had gone topside he had run to the side of the yacht and dove
into the water. He had reasoned that the girls might be in friendly hands,
or might not be. He had decided to dive into the water, just to see what
the reaction of the men who had picked him up might be. When they fired
after him with their Uzis he reasoned that their intentions were
unfriendly. Better he be in the water alive, perhaps to help the girls
somehow, than be on board but dead, waiting to be rolled overboard to the
sharks. In the end David wound up having to swim all the way to the coast.
If Fred's seaplane saw him, it did not stop to pick him up. Making good the
escape of Mr. Savin was the seaplane's one and only priority.
"I want to do it!" Kimberly hissed to Melanie. The blonde stepped
aside and let Kimberly take hold of the big brass door knocker on Gwen's
front door. The stepsisters were on the front porch now. Melanie knew
Gwen must have seen them pull up. Fred, even. But there was ritual here.
They must ask to be admitted before the door would be opened, to ensure
their complicity in what might follow.
Three knocks. A pause. Then the front door opened. Gwen smiled at
them. The stepsisters were urged inside by the doorman. "Hurry if you
want to come in! It's cold outside!" The doorman was David, his English
better, his muscles bigger. No doubt Gwen had given him lots of strenuous
chores to build his lean body up even further. Gwen gave each of the girls
a big hug.
"My! You're both so beautiful!" Gwen said as David took the
stepsisters' fur coats. Melanie had on a white bra, panties, and stockings,
plus heels. In addition she wore a pearl necklace, and a bow of pearls in
her hair. She wore pearl earrings too, and on one wrist a bracelet of
pearls. Fred had shown his heartfelt appreciation for the girls' bringing
out his money from the island by giving each of them a share.
Kimberly was dressed just like her stepsister, but all in black, with
a gold choker and earrings instead of pearls. On her left hand there was a
diamond ring though not, it might be added, as a token of marriage, but
rather as a tease to men that they might long to marry her. Now that the
girls had been freed of their furs Gwen kissed each one again. She was
wearing a blue babydoll with no panties or bra. Garters ran down from the
babydoll, holding up blue stockings. She was bedecked in jewelry of
amethyst and diamonds.
As Melanie pecked Gwen on the cheek, returning her kiss, she felt
Gwen's hand come to her breast and squeeze it. Melanie inhaled Gwen's
wonderful perfume. She felt Gwen's breasts press up against her own.
"You've always been my very favorite," Gwen said under her breath.
Melanie arched her back more, pressing her breasts more fully to Gwen's.
"Mine too," Melanie replied and, her mouth still hovering over Gwen's
cheek, kissed her again.
"I love you most of all," Kimberly said, standing on tiptoe and
wrapping her arms about Gwen's neck when her turn came to share a kiss.
Kimberly pressed her mouth to Gwen's cheek and held it there. Demurely
Gwen caressed the girl's shoulder, toyed with the spaghetti strap of her
bra.
"I love you too," Gwen said to Kimberly. "Very much." She returned
the girl's kiss. Then she reached round and gave Kimberly's bottom a little
pinch.
"Hey!" Kimberly cried. Happily she broke from Gwen and touched a
hand to her bottom where she'd been pinched. Gwen turned and led the
girls to the waiting partiers.
Kisses were exchanged between each of the girls and the
stepsisters. Then light conversation ensued amongst the guests, the
females in lingerie and the males in Jockeys with prominent bulges. A bit
later Gwen called the room to order. There was to be a little ceremony, to
complete the initiation of the girls into Fred's inner circle. A ceremony
that had been begun but not finished last summer on the island. In the
intervening months the stepsisters had returned home, taken up school in
the fall, lived like any other girls, though indeed clandestinely a bit
richer. Melanie had never pursued whoring again, and figured she probably
never would. Candy claimed to still keep whoring open as an option,
though she too had not done any more. Veronica had gone back to her
husband, but she was here tonight, though her husband thought she was off
visiting her mother.
The girls were lined up in a row in front of Fred, who was about to
read from a book.
"Girls, today you are to be initiated into the island retreat of
libertine pleasures; though, indeed, the island is unfortunately now in the
hands of our beloved Government. In any event, tonight you girls shall kiss
each of the guests; which, indeed, you have already done, and will no doubt
do some more. In addition you must bare yourselves--" At this last
Melanie felt Veronica's hand steal to her bottom, and feel her pantied rear.
Melanie was standing right next to Veronica, and responded by putting a
hand to Veronica's bottom. She pressed her fingers into Veronica's
bottomcrack, as if to say, "And there, double for you!" Veronica rubbed
Melanie's bottom, pressing her hand hard against the cheeks as Fred in
detail ticked off the various implements which would be made available to
the members of the club for whacking the girl's bottoms. It would be
nothing like what Gwen endured, that would come much later, months
hence, and only if the girls acceded to it. Tonight it would be just a little
teaser, enough to turn their bottoms and bright shade of pink and give the
members and bit of wicked fun. Veronica, however, had daringly asked
Fred before the party that he give her a few more whacks than the other
girls.
When Fred's droning litany was over, the girls separated. Each was
attended to by one female, who completely undressed her down to her
thigh-high stockings and pumps. Even the girls' jewelry was removed.
Then, in this near-naked state, bottoms bulging, each girl was embraced
by her female attendant in a bold, deep kiss. Melanie was being seen to by
Gwen, and as they kissed, arms delicately looping about each other,
Melanie felt one of her bare breasts jut between Gwen's ample bosoms.
The babydoll did little to keep Gwen's breasts from surging forward to
engage Melanie's. Their mouth's meshed, tongues lapping at and within
each other's lips. Gwen let her palm slide down over the white cheeks of
Melanie's bottom. Soon even such a soft caress as Gwen gave Melanie
there would sting. And Melanie's bottom, now chilly in its nudity, would
soon long for a reprieve from heat.
Candy was embraced by Sherry, Veronica by Diane, Kimberly by yet
another girl. Finally, when the men's lust had been properly stoked by the
cooing female couples, the initiates were separated from their attendants.
Then they were walked over to the side of the room, where a settee
waited to receive them. The settee had all the while been there, turned
about so that its back faced out toward the center of the room. A small
cushion was laid atop the settee for each girl before she was pressed up
against it and bent over. Between the seat cushions of the settee were
little leather straps, bolted down to the sofa, for the girls to hang on to.
When each girl had been bent over Gwen walked along the front of
the settee, next to the wall, and slipped a bit of rubber into each girl's
mouth. "Bite down hard," Gwen advised as she slipped the rubber into each
girl's orifice. Melanie tossed her head once, trying to get the hair out of
her eyes as she waited for the proceedings to begin. Behind her she could
hear a trunk brought out, then the comments of the guests as they
inspected the various implements of flagellation inside the trunk and
aimed to pick one that would please them. Melanie heard Fred say that he
would take the Cat O' Nines. Melanie flinched when she heard someone
mention electrodes; then, amidst the laughter of the guests, she realized
it was only a joke.
"Now girls, we have something called the 'regulation distance,'"
Gwen said. She explained that each girl's ankles must be spread to a
distance of two feet. Bumping and jostling, the girls attempted to comply.
Melanie was beginning to wonder if this had really been a wise decision
for her as she felt the air of the room tingle upon her newly exposed sex.
It was cooler now; the heater had been shut off. This was so the initiates
would feel the distinction between their bodies, soon to be chilly,
compared to the heat of their soon to be spanked bottoms. In addition, the
cooler air would keep the people whipping their bottoms from breaking out
into a sweat.
Sherry began at one end of the row of initiates, Diane at the other.
Each daintily knelt at the initiate's feet. The work they did there was as
follows: Veronica, at the far right, had her right ankle bound to the foot
of the couch with a leather cord. Then Veronica's left ankle was bound to
Melanie's right with another cord of leather. Melanie's pump clicked
against Veronica's as they were brought together.
Bent over next to Melanie was Candy, the two partners in crime now
fully displayed for a bit of free, legal sexual fun. (Though no doubt if a
film had been made of what they were about to undergo it would be
strictly illegal.) Finally, wriggling on the left, looking a bit like a girl
dressing just one or two years ahead of her age, was Kimberly. Indeed she
was just a bottom now, and a fairly restrained one at that, but her
inability to keep still even when tied belied her tender years.
"Settle down," Sherry said calmingly to Kimberly, stroking the girl's
thigh. "You're like a calf about to be branded." Sherry raised the level of
her voice as she spoke for, indeed, Kimberly's head was on the other side
of the settee.
"Mf amf lf a clf about to be branded!" Kimberly mumbled through her
rubber bit, dropping it with the final words. A girl in front, shy and
unaffected as Diane, picked up Kimberly's rubber bit from the cushions
beneath her face.
"Here," the girl, named Cheryl, said, gently replacing the bit. "You
mustn't speak or you'll drop it. Then they'll have to tie something over
your mouth to hold it in." Cheryl pressed at the bit to make sure it was
held just right between Kimberly's teeth. Then she brushed back a long
mane of yellow hair and added, "You need only listen and obey right now,
Kimber." (Cheryl had made up this nickname for her little charge since
they'd been introduced.)
A moment more and all four female's ankles were bound one to
another and, and the ends of the settee, to a leg of the piece of furniture.
"Why must we be bound?" Melanie wanted to ask her hosts, but dared not
for dropping her rubber bit and making Cheryl have to replace it, complete
with an admonishment. At least their wrists were not bound. They were
expected to hold on to their straps like proper ladies throughout the
initiation. But, Melanie wondered, would she be able to? Melanie looked
over toward Kimberly, but couldn't see her little stepsister due to the
presence inbetween of Candy's head. Suddenly Candy's head lurched up and
a grimace came to her soft features as, simultaneously, Melanie heard the
swift crack of leather on flesh. Fear involuntarily spread its tentacles
through Melanie's stomach. The ceremony's main feature, so long in
preparation, had begun! As Candy's head sprang up from the blow, her
hands straining to hold on to the straps, Melanie saw Kimberly's face turn
toward her, eyes wide with girlish terror. Then Candy's head rebounded
back toward the cushions and blocked the view.
Melanie braced herself for the blow she knew must come.
Stunningly, she instead felt a wetness sprinkled onto her bottom. As a
brief odor of perfume wafted by, a female voice said, "I prefer to wet
them down before a good walloping. It makes it sting more." Melanie tried
to turn her head as best she could to look behind her. She caught a glimpse
of a woman holding a bottle of scent spray aloft with a flourish. Then the
bottle descended again and more liquid perfume droplets rained upon
Melanie's bottom, leaving just the slightest tingle of a sting. "And now
the belt, if you please," the woman said. Melanie's neck muscles strained
as she again tried to get as best a view as possible. She saw a slither of
flat leather pass behind her. Melanie's long hair, such an asset most of the
time to her, now nastily tumbled down over her face, obscuring her view.
"This one looks like she should be able to stand a really good walloping,"
the woman said. Melanie trembled. She did not even know this woman!
Yet now her sex was bared to her. If they had spoken, Melanie had
forgotten. She had been introduced to a host of people at this party. But
inside she had felt nervous, reducing her ability to pay attention, to do
anything more than nod and answer as politely as she could. And, on top of
that, she had been most interested in her friends, whom she had not seen
for six months. But were they her friends, really? She had only known
Sherry for the space of an afternoon. Even Gwen she had only known a
week, and had been introduced to her by being tied to a post and given over
to the naughtiness of her little stepsister! Melanie felt like a side of beef
on display in a butcher shop. These were less friends at her rear than
customers, people who saw her only in terms of their own enjoyment!
"It is better to give than to receive," the woman said, and Melanie's
fingers froze upon the sofa straps as she heard a swish behind her in the
air.
VHS REVIEWS
by holy joe
PlayboyÕs Sisters, $17.99. Color, 55 minutes, VHS. Playboy Entertainment
Group, Inc. Catalogue number: PBV 0781.
Review: The great tragedy of Playboy is that they actually get
attractive females to be in their videos, and then do nothing with them.
The best parts of this video are at the beginning and the end. The girls
pose with each other, looking very feminine, wearing very sexy clothes,
with ribbons in their hair (etc). and do intimate, sexy things.
In contrast, the main portions of this video are uncreative and
worthless. For example, two of the most attractive females in this video
are portrayed, in their segment, in a boxing ring. They look Ôhardbodied.Õ I
donÕt know about you, but if I wanted Ôhardbodied,Õ IÕd be a fag. Since IÕm
not a fag, IÕm not interested in ÔhardbodiedÕ females. (I AM hard, I donÕt
need them to be hard!)
The only modest attempt at femininity is when the females in this
video have a picnic together. They do look quite feminine, but you will not
see anything interesting that lasts more than half a second. Again, a
marvelous opportunity wasted by photographers who simply lack a basic
interest in the females they are photographing. Maybe they should go
photograph dogs, or Mount Rushmore, or Newt Gingrich. They have no
interest in females, at least none that comes through on this video.
Finally, we again have a case where Playboy has packaged a stupid,
boring video inside a very attractive box. Looking at the box, youÕd think
youÕd get something that would be a reasonable approximation of a ÔdateÕ
with one of these girls (or two!), including putting them to bed. Maybe
Playboy should just sell empty boxes.
GODDESS FOR PRESIDENT!
ÒI just don't understand what all the BS about sex is. It is just sex!!!
What is the hangup. Ok, let's try to keep it inter-species...but other than
that, all forms of sexual contact are pleasing to the Goddess!!!Ó
- from alt.sex.teens (June 22, 1996).
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