Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 144
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bordello Girls
Chapter Three
The Sultan laughed. He said something to the Arab who had brought
us. He approached. He had the crop in his hand again. EleginaÕs crop.
ÒPee!Ó he said. ÒPee in front of the Sultan if you are so bold to speak
to him, and about your bodily needs at that. Pee for him! He commands
you!Ó
There was silence. Elegina and I shifted atop our noble stallion. I
could not hold myself in much longer. The water they had fed me had gone
right to my bladder.
ÒAh!Ó Elegina gasped into the air, head uplifted.
ÒOooch!Ó I felt it then. The crop! Stinging, gliding, sweeping across
our upturned bottoms. Two strikes, three, skimming our upturned
pumpkins, our shuddering cleft globes.
And then I heard it, felt it. My pee sprung from my cunny like air
from a balloon. Hisss! Pisss! Down into the crotch of my half-lowered
pjÕs I pissed. Elegina sighed, her own piss now squirting out, along with
my own. Together we peed for them, lost mares in the desert.
Arab maidens appeared, stroked our hair, kissed us as we peed out
our long pent-up urine. There was laughter. The crop cut into our bottoms.
We peed and squirmed, the crop striking us again. Elegina turned her face
to mine and we kissed, captive and mindless atop the horse.
Days went by. We were kept in the harem. We were cared for by the
maidens. The Sultan had not harmed us. We had been let down from the
horse, our bottoms smarting, led naked into the depths of his palace.
At night a man would come to the harem. He would lead away a girl,
two sometimes. I would lie awake listening then, at night, in my bed,
Elegina beside me. We slept with the other girls, two each to a bed. I
would hear soft cries, the sound of leather, gruff Arab commands from
men. Sometimes there would be music, partying. Some girls would be
invited, others not. Elegina and I were left behind, safe in the harem.
Later when the sounds of the party died down I would hear screams, harsh
voices. The girls would come back submissive, cowed. They would be kept
in another chamber, apart from us. Or we would not see them again.
My turn came. One evening I was told, in a furtive whispering, as if I
was not to know, that it would be my turn that night.
My hair was done up. Lipstick was applied to my lips. Eyeliner. I
was stripped bare. A robe was given me, lucid, loose. It would hide
nothing.
The man came for me. He took me by the hand. I turned, waved
goodbye to Elegina. I was drawn down a long hall. The man pulled on my
hand, I trailed behind him, resisting. He drew me as a lover draws his
beloved to a bedroom to take her virginity.
I was brought to the courtyard. It was different. Men stood with
their cocks displayed, fine princes, come from all across the desert. They
looked at me frankly. My robe was taken from me by two of the maidens.
Mats were laid out, and pillows. The Sultan greeted me as one might an
ambassador from a foreign country. He nodded, sitting on his throne.
ÒYou see my fine sons here,Ó he said to me. ÒThey all wish to
partake of you. I cannot decide which I prefer. I have given you to all of
them.Ó I gasped. With my young firm titties trembling on my chest, I
gasped. I shook my head no. ÒYou do not understand,Ó the Sultan told me.
ÒYou are to take them. They will not take you. You are from Europe, you
are bold. You tell me that you wish to pee, and you do so in my presence.
So I give you this chance to test yourself. See if you are really the fine
young woman you hope to be. I know you are but a schoolgirl. So I give you
this opportunity to test yourself.Ó
ItÕs a gang-bang, my conscience told me. But I didnÕt want to listen.
I curled my fist beneath my chin, considering. The men were very
handsome. Could I take all of them? What if I fell short? What if I
changed my mind after the first one? They gazed at me. On the pillows
were dildoes, condoms, lubricant. An an occasional riding crop, for a
disobedient little filly who should know better than to try to take a whole
roomful of men.
ÒWhat if I say no?Ó I asked the Sultan. I was pouty, insouciant. Snub
nose upturned I looked at him. I was from Europe. I could say no. Women
there did it all the time.
ÒIf you take them all I will give you your freedom,Ó the Sultan said
to me with a wave of his hand. ÒI prefer not to think of the alternatives.Ó
I returned my gaze to the men. My eyes sought their cocks. They
were big, huge, but surely no bigger than Martin. My womb yearned. They
watched me as I watched them. I flicked my hair from my eyes. I turned
to the Sultan again. ÒElegina must help me,Ó I said. He smiled.
ÒYou are a clever girl,Ó he replied. ÒI had hoped you would ask for
her. Bring her friend!Ó he shouted. His voice was exultant.
ÒAnd all the other girls too,Ó I added.
ÒNo, no,Ó he laughed. ÒJust the two of you. Two whores from Europe.
Young whores, I admit, but whores all the same. We know what sort of
girls the blasphemer Martin kept.Ó
Elegina came trotting out, led as reluctantly as I had been. Her robe
of silk, specially put on for her presentation to the Sultan, was taken from
her. She stood nude as I was. She glanced at me.
ÒAnother fine mess,Ó she said to me softly. Then she looked at the
men, examining them with her eyes. I could see she was counting cocks.
She turned to me again. ÒUse all your openings,Ó she said to me in a voice
whisper-soft. ÒAnd your hands, too. DonÕt love them, however gorgeous
they are. Just get them off and grab another one.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I breathed in reply. We were co-conspirators. We would
succeed. We had to.
We walked hand-in-hand down a short flight of steps. They were
made of marble. Out into the midst of the men we walked, us as naked as
them. They crowded in around us. They presented us with gifts of baby
oil. We accepted. They began squirting us and we squirted back, all of us
close-pressed. I laughed. I could not help it. It was fun. Hard cocks
surrounded me in every direction, as far as the eye could see, and I with
my little pussy, pledged to take them all.
Hands came to us. They rubbed us lovingly, caressing our newly
slicked flesh. Quickly they found our most sensitive parts. We gasped,
retaliated. We caressed them where they were most deliciously
vulnerable, cupping and squeezing their testicles, fondling them. We toyed
with their cocks as a girl might examine candy canes in a store.
I kissed a man. He kissed me back. Beside me Elegina dropped to her
hands and knees. Fingers and lips sought within my openings, making me
jerk as I stood there huddled amongst the men. Down on her knees, Elegina
received her first soldier, bending low to take him from behind. That was
the best way. Like females had done it for millennia, bent over,
submissive. I fell to my knees. A man grabbed me by the hair and shoved
my face to the surface of the mat. My cheek pressed against it. Saliva
pooled within. My tongue lolled on the tip of my lip.
ÒAaah!Ó I was entered. Shoved within, a man used his slick tool
within my little anal hole. I tried to relax, bit my lip. He was rude, hasty.
He could not get up me far. A crop struck my bottom. A gruff command
was issued in Arabic. I guessed its meaning. I strove to part my legs
wider, accept him better. I had no other choice.
He gave up on my back door. He withdrew, squirted clean baby oil
over his cock, and probed within my cunt. I was easier there. Up he went,
fast moving now, then back, up again. His brothers urged him to hurry.
They did not like having to wait their turn.
Like cows we were fucked. First one man, then another, then a third.
We were allowed to roll on our backs after the third round, given drinks,
permitted to rest a little. ÒYou must take them all,Ó I heard the Sultan
say in the distance. Up we sat, wiping our brows. Elegina and I surveyed
our handiwork. A few cocks were flagging, most still remained as hard
and vigorous as ever.
ÒItÕs a tough job,Ó Elegina said to me.
ÒAnd we are the only ones to do it,Ó I replied.
ÒThey should get an Internet connection here, and promote
masturbation,Ó Elegina said to me.
We grabbed at the nearest cocks then, sucking them into our mouths.
From behind more men took hold of us, intent on relieving themselves in
turn within our little love holes. Down we went again, aching now,
knowing we could not stop until the last drop of sperm was sucked from
every man in the room.
OUR MAIL BAG
kiss@myshoes.concentric.net writes: Òshove the billshit spam up
your faggot ass, parasite.Ó
holy joe responds: Ah, yes! A request for the complete history of
Dreamgirls on the Internet!
Dreamgirls began under the title, Naughty Naked Dreamgirls. You can
obtain these issues by e-mailing: file.request@backdrop.com
(Just follow the instructions they send you on how to do it.)
With the passage of the Communications Decency Act, Dreamgirls
abruptly had its title changed to Fuck Decency. The story in progress, Love
Child, continued right along under the new title of Fuck Decency. The
numbering of the issues was re-started at number one. All of the issues
of Fuck Decency are stored at backdrop.com
In addition, there are fourteen issues that are labelled ÔRare
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Just poke around and see what backdrop.com has them listed as.
All fourteen ÔRare DreamgirlsÕ are available from my ftp sites. In
addition, some issues of ÔNaughty Naked DreamgirlsÕ and ÔFuck DecencyÕ
are located at my ftp sites. In addition, many new, unpublished, book-
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My first ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller666
My second ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller6666
My third ftp site is: members.aol.com/nnd666
In all, there are 124 issues of ÔNaughty Naked Dreamgirls,Õ 14 issues
of ÔRare Dreamgirls,Õ and 144 issues of ÔFuck Decency.Õ There are also
many unpublished ÔNaughty Naked DreamgirlsÕ stories. The unpublished
stories are stored (so far as I know) only at my ftp sites, listed above.
Note to the Easton Press: Did you ever consider publishing ÔNaughty
Naked DreamgirlsÕ in bound leather volumes?
Recent issues of ÔFuck DecencyÕ are available on a small, uncluttered
newsgroup. It is called: alt.poop?
Many people write to me saying that they cannot get this Usenet
newsgroup on their newsreader. Always remember that the question mark
is part of the name of the newsgroup. The newsgroupÕs official name is
People Opposed to Offensive Pornography. But the person who started the
group figured, with so many smut-mongers on the Internet, that a
wonderful family-oriented newsgroup like alt.poop? might be overrun with
the very filth the newsgroup was dedicated to eliminating! So, a question
mark was added to the newsgroupÕs name, just in case.
Happily, the smut-mongers won. I havenÕt seen a feminist diatribe
on alt.poop? in months. Occasionally some spammer will find our little
newsgroup and post something about Ômake money fast,Õ but thatÕs it.
Recently I heard Catharine MacKinnon and Naomi Wolf speak on C-SPAM,
and they said, on the subject of alt.poop?
ÒHoly Joe was just too Manly for us. We tried reclaiming our
newsgroup from him, but it was like taking on Arnold Schwarzenegger!
When he overpowered us with his Manliness we found ourselves lusting to
kiss his feet and wash his underpants. So we figured weÕd better scram
before we gave up being feminists and became his sex slaves!Ó
(Thankfully, Andrea Dorkin and Oprah Winfrey were unimpressed by
my Manliness.) (But I havenÕt seen them on alt.poop? in months either.)
Finally, you may be wondering, Ôhow do I ftp?Õ IÕve written how to
do it below. I wouldnÕt want a child to get hold of this information, so
please donÕt share it with them. But since everyone knows only adults
know how to use a computer, while children are still trying to figure out
how to program the family VCR, I feel itÕs safe to post this information:
WHAT IS FTP?
FTP is an older way to transfer information, invented before the
World Wide Web. When you are at one of my ftp sites you will see a listing
of stories. Just click on the story you want and download it. You will
receive a story. It will be in text. Ignore any odd-looking characters.
These are just leftovers from the process of writing the story and
uploading it.
I have taken every precaution to prevent there being any viruses in
my stories. Also, my ftp sites are stored on a secure, virus-free server.
ItÕs always best to check anything you download for a virus, but you donÕt
have to worry about being ÔtrickedÕ into downloading a virus. IÕve been
publishing on the Net for a year and a half, so, to quote Senator Edward
Kennedy, ÒYou know where I stand.Ó
Now, letÕs get into the nitty-gritty of ftping.
When you sign up with an Internet Service Provider, you often get a
variety of programs that let you do a variety of things on the Internet. E-
mail, web, and ftp! E-mail and the web are so popular that many people
completely forget that there is a whole extra universe on the Internet,
called Ôftp.Õ
You use your ftp software to access a Òremote host.Ó In many cases
this is a big computer at a university. You can find guitar lyrics, computer
software, and smut.
Ftp is case sensitive. You must type the upper/lower case of a story
exactly as shown. So, for BabesinBondage, donÕt type babesinbondage.
Type it just like you see it: BabesinBondage.
Now, letÕs pretend to ftp for practice:
1. Find your ftp software that your Internet Service Provider sent
you. (If he didnÕt send you any, switch to a different Internet Service
Provider.)
2. Call your local Internet Service Provider (with your modem and
computer).
3. Select the ftp program.
4. You will be asked to enter the name of the ftp site you wish to
visit. Type in: members.aol.com/roller666
5. Press the ÔenterÕ or ÔreturnÕ key on your computer keyboard.
6. Now my ftp site will ask you to enter your name, address, social
security number, taxpayer I.D. number, and penis size. If you do not wish
for me to have this information, simply type ÔanonymousÕ
7. Press the ÔenterÕ or ÔreturnÕ key on your computer keyboard.
8. Now my ftp site will ask you to enter a password. I do sell
passwords to very wealthy people, starting at the 1 million dollar level,
but if you canÕt afford this, and donÕt want to consider the option of
breaking your payments down into an Ôeasy payment plan,Õ just type in your
user I.D. For instance, letÕs say your user I.D. is:
isuck@fbi.gov
Simply type in this user I.D.
9. Press the ÔenterÕ or ÔreturnÕ key on your computer keyboard.
10. Now you should be able to see all my stories on my ftp site. You
will only be able to see the title of each story. (For instance,
BabesinBondage.)
11. Type Ôtext,Õ or ÔasciiÕ to tell my ftp site that the file you want
to download is a text file. (All the files at my ftp site are text files.) You
may be able to simply click on the screen to indicate that you want a text
file.
12. Press the ÔenterÕ or ÔreturnÕ key on your computer keyboard.
13. Type Ôget BabesinBondageÕ Note that this is just a made-up
story name. Look at the stories that are actually listed there and type in
the name of the story you want. (Or, if possible, just click on it).
14. Press the ÔenterÕ or ÔreturnÕ key on your computer keyboard.
15. Now the magic happens! My story, at my remote ftp site, begins
downloading into your computer. If you are a female, it is very important
to repeat ÒI love holy joe!Ó over and over as the file is being downloaded.
Otherwise the download will abort.
16. When the download is finished, type Ôquit.Õ
17. Press the ÔenterÕ or ÔreturnÕ key on your computer keyboard.
Someone started a rumor that you could win free beer if you posted
my stories on the Usenet newsgroup k12.chat.elementary This is not true.
Nor is it true for the newsgroup k12.library
For the time being, you are welcome to consider the contents of
ÔNaughty Naked Dreamgirls,Õ the ÔRare DreamgirlsÕ, and ÔFuck Decency,Õ for
your web page. If you listen to the radio, and hear the news, it is because
that radio station subscribes to the Associated Press. They are reading
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So, if you like, you can consider yourself subscribed to the Fuck Decency
news service.
Perhaps you have a web page but canÕt think of anything to add to it.
Well, why not pillage Fuck Decency? If you see something in Fuck Decency
that you like, or Naughty Naked Dreamgirls, put it on your web page! I
would appreciate it if you would include a copyright notice: ÒNaughty
Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright
1996 and a trademark of Andrew Roller.Ó
AND IN THE END...
ÒIs a candle brought to be put under a bushel, or under a bed? and
not to be set on a candlestick?Ó
- Jesus Christ (Mark 4: 21)
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