NEW PILL PREVENTS MASTURBATION
CHAPEL VALLEY, Ala. - ÒTired of playing with yourself? Science can
help. Our new pill stops you cold,Ó reads the advertisement for a new pill
being considered by the FDA. The advertisement continues: ÒYouÕll never
again want to watch Playboy or look at young girls in Hustler. Now you
can pass the magazine rack with confidence, knowing that YOUR thoughts
are pure. YouÕll gaze with disgust at the deviants reading Penthouse and
buying HotBody videos. And you wonÕt have to resort to an ÒSÓ chip to
protect yourself from sex on T.V. or the Internet.Ó
The web site for the new pill is: pornfree.com (not to be confused
with freeporn.com, run by a 15-year-old boy in Decatur, Illinois).
The new pill, which the FDA is being urged to approve for over-the-
counter use, is grandly named ÒGod and Country.Ó It features a giant eagle
on its box, one eerily reminiscent of the eagle image used by the Nazis in
Germany. The manufacturer says the eagle design has not been ÔfinalizedÕ
and promises to have a solution to concerns about it. Some side-effects
of the pill also remain to be worked out. A number of subjects in the
clinical trials for the pill have reported a sense of desperation, which
they could only allay by attacking girls and women.
ÒBefore, I spent all my time at the Penthouse web site,Ó one user
reported. ÒBut with porn gone from my life, I had to have some way to put
females into my life. So I figured, what better way to have females than
to put a gun to their head? It worked, too! They stripped for me and even
laid down on the sidewalk and let me fuck them. For the first time in my
life, I got laid!Ó
The designers of the God and Country pill call this the Ôrabid dog
syndromeÕ and promise to provide a fix. So far, however, the ÔfixÕ isnÕt in.
One man on a modified version of the pill didnÕt rape anyone, but instead
shot himself, claiming he had nothing to live for. Another shot other
people, saying he saw all humans as just a nuisance.
ÒWe promise to have a completely sex-free pill ready for market
soon!Ó a God and Country spokesperson promised at a recent press
conference. ÒYou will have no desire for real naked females, photos of
naked females, stories about naked females, or a desire to shoot people.
YouÕll be able to work all day long and take a night job and work at night
too and pay all your taxes on time. Your life will be a model of efficiency
and common sense. You will be a shining beacon to all the members of
your community.Ó
The spokesperson went on to describe the pillÕs benefits: ÒYou will
arise every morning and recite the Pledge of Allegiance. For a small
additional fee you will be able to purchase an
Ôextended versionÕ of our pill that will enable you to repeat the Ten
Commandments and FalwellÕs Favorite Bible Verses on an hourly basis.
You will also feel a strong desire to read books by Andrea Dorkin and to
worship her photograph. You will bathe three times a day and limit your
visits to the toilet to only those minutes permitted by your employer,Ó the
spokesperson said.
The Clinton administration is on the record as a strong supporter of
the pill. It is considering prescribing it for all school children as part of
a mandatory urine testing program that is planned.
When asked if he planned to try the pill himself, Clinton replied,
ÒIÕm not covered by the new guidelines weÕre developing. IÕm not a school
child and, in any event, as president IÕm exempt.Ó
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 163
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Beach Western
Chapter One
As Ashlee frolicked with the other swimmers she found her midriff
did not hold up well in a swimming environment. Already off her
shoulders, it soon was off her breasts. Her best efforts couldn't keep it up
for more than a minute. With a feeling of revenge (for it was Dalton's
money that had provided the top) she finally let it slip from her breasts
for good and ornament her waist. It hung there for a while in a state of
disarray, then dropped to her thighs as she did a flip turn in the water.
She jumped for a beach ball and it came off completely.
Some time later Genieve's guests retreated to a jacuzzi for a rest.
Genieve joined them, sans bra, wearing only her panties now. She took off
her pumps right before stepping into the jacuzzi. More cocktails were
brought out by servants. Romantic conversation ensued. Several of the
young men were, with the help of their girlfriends, relieved of their swim
trunks beneath the jacuzzi's churning waters. As Ashlee watched the
swimsuit bottoms accumulate along the side of the jacuzzi, laying in
disorderly wet clumps on the cement, she knew she must soon be faced
with a decision. She was ensconced between two young men. Their
amorous desire for her was obvious. For that matter, all the young men
seemed to pay particular attention to her, when not diverted by their
girlfriends. Ashlee's naked breasts floated atop the waters of the jacuzzi.
Their undersides were bathed by the hot waters, their upper halves were
bathed in the light of the full moon. Ashlee's nipples stuck out with
traitorous exuberance. She let the men on either side of her spread her
thighs beneath the water.
"I-I really must be going," Ashlee piped up.
"Oh, stay a few more minutes," Genieve, nearby, replied. "Another
cocktail for Ashlee!"
"No, really," Ashlee protested, but the empty glass in her hand was
replaced with another, complete with fresh parasol. Uncertainly Ashlee
sipped at it. One of the men kissed her lightly on the cheek. Beyond two
couples embraced with a sensuousness that spoke of interlocking genitalia
beneath the waves.
A hand came to Ashlee's pussy. It stroked her there, through the
nylon. She reached down and pushed it away only to find it at the
waistband of her panties, ready to pull them down.
A clicking of heels approached Ashlee from behind. Long soft hair,
dry and with a slight curl, tumbled down onto Ashlee's head and shoulders.
"I want you," a very youthful voice whispered in Ashlee's ear. A
picture came into Ashlee's mind of a young girl, perhaps younger than
herself, crouching down by the side of the spa behind her. Ashlee was
about to turn to have a look at the girl when a click of sharp nails about
her ears brought a blindfold down over Ashlee's eyes. Ashlee mewed in
protest. The blindfold was drawn tight and knotted.
"Thank you," the youthful female voice said.
"Thank you, Alisha," Genieve said from across the waters of the spa,
her voice floating in amidst the billowing steam. Alisha must have
stepped aside, for Ashlee next felt a very large presence behind her. It
smelled of musk. It bent down and grabbed her firmly beneath the pits of
her arms. It pulled her up. The hand at the waistband of Ashlee's panties
did not budge. But her panties did. They went sliding down her legs and
off her heels. She was naked now, among strangers. She felt an erect
cockhead bounce off the small of her back. A man was holding her. A very
big man.
A hand took Ashlee's. It was Alisha. The man who had pulled her
from the spa next went round her and bent down before her. Ashlee could
sense him as he passed by her. Alisha made small talk, pointing out what
he was doing.
"Rock is going to dry your feet now," Alisha said. "Then he'll fit
heels to them."
"I must really be going," Ashlee said. "Dalton will be wanting a
report, and his money."
"Shhh," Alisha said. She giggled and put a finger to Ashlee's lips.
"Genieve already phoned him. And I called your parents. I told them you
were a friend and asked if you could sleep over. They said yes."
"But I don't want to sleep over!" Ashlee blurted.
"Be good or Genieve will require a gag of you too, in addition to the
blindfold," Alisha said. "Don't worry. I had the same fears myself, when I
first came here."
"Genieve!" Ashlee cried out. Surprisingly, even as she called for the
woman, her mind noted that the heels fit perfectly. New heels, and they
fit on the first try. You couldn't ask for better service than that.
"Come," Alisha said. She tugged Ashlee forward, pulling her by the
hand. Perhaps to at least get away from the predatory males in the spa,
Ashlee allowed Alisha to lead her. She listened to her heels as they
clacked across the deck of the pool. Beyond, she heard the crescendoing
groans of lovemaking coming from the spa. Tiles came under her feet,
then a rug. Next it was cement again, and then Alisha told her they were
to get into a car! Ashlee blushed as she realized she must be walking
naked across the estate's driveway. Could anyone see her? And what was
this car Alisha spoke of? Ashlee's wet body was bowed down by unknown
hands and she was slipped inside a vehicle. A very plush seat impressed
itself against her back and bottom. Alisha got in beside her. Ashlee's hair
was still mostly dry, but the rest of her body, save her calves and feet,
was dripping water onto the expensive upholstery of the car. Nobody
seemed to mind, though, especially the male presence which suddenly
brushed up beside her. Whoever he was, he was fully clothed. He handed
her a cocktail and bade her drink. Ashlee sipped at it daintily. She
touched a hand to the man's trousered thigh. She ran it up his leg and into
his crotch. He murmured appreciatively as she felt for his zipper and
unzipped him. Blindly, she groped for his cock. It sprang out suddenly
from the front of his underpants.
Ashlee swooped down upon the man and jammed his cockhead into
her mouth. She clamped her teeth down upon it.
"Let me go," Ashlee warned over a mouth full of cock. "Or this dick
is history." Alisha gave a cry of alarm. Surprisingly, however, the man
seemed unfazed.
"I like a girl with spirit," the man said. Alisha must have been
motioned by the man to respond, for she leapt on Ashlee's back and
proceeded to hold her down as best she could. Ashlee felt a click and then
a strong sense of heat just below her erect right nipple. The man had a
flaming lighter!
Impulsively Ashlee leapt back, twisting to unhorse Alisha, who
slipped from her back but still managed to hold on. Ashlee saved her
nipple, but, unfortunately, the man's penis was saved too. Ashlee licked
her lips, sorry to have lost her cockhead. She made to undo her blindfold
now but the man and Alisha held her wrists.
"Sit up," the man barked. Reluctantly Ashlee reseated herself on the
limo's bench seat. The man held down one of her wrists, Alisha clasped
the other. Ashlee twisted her hand in Alisha's grasp but the girl held it
firm. It was then that Ashlee registered the fact that the limo had been
travelling for some time now. It rumbled beneath her feet, taking her to
an unknown destination.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Ashlee protested. She squirmed her
hips.
"Save it," the man said unfeelingly. "For your sake I hope you're
lying, because it's an hour ride."
Alisha bowed her head. "I am lying a little bit, but I can't possibly
hold it for an hour!"
"You will," the man said.
"I'll pee on your seat!" Ashlee cried.
"I'd enjoy that," the man replied. "And the punishment of your bottom
that would follow." Ashlee shuddered.
"I should have screamed for help when I had the chance," Ashlee said.
"You never had the chance, and you knew that," the man replied.
"Genieve's house doesn't sit all by itself for nothing. Still, I admire your
reserve. Another girl might have screamed her head off, making herself
look foolish."
"I feel foolish right now," Ashlee said.
"Don't," the man replied. "You look beautiful. Absolutely ravishing.
Don't you think so, Alisha?"
"Yes, most attractive," Alisha replied. Sullenly Ashlee settled back
in the seat. The man pressed another drink to her lips, but Ashlee turned
her head away.
"Drink," the man said, following her lips with the edge of the glass.
Finally Ashlee relented and let him pour the fiery liquid down her throat.
He did it slowly, carefully, considerately. But he made her take it all.
Ashlee's head began to spin after a bit. She felt both drowsy and
exhilarated. Suddenly she said, "This has always been my secret fantasy."
"I know," the man replied.
"How?" Ashlee asked.
"Don't ask," the man said.
"Please don't hurt me," Ashlee said in a tremulous voice.
"I'll use you as I see fit," the man said. "But, for the record, I've
never hurt a girl yet."
When the vehicle came to a stop some time later Ashlee had a grave
need to pee. Alisha pulled her from the limo. Ashlee stood on the
pavement. She was drawn forward by Alisha up a long driveway, her heels
clicking with Alisha's on the cement. Ashlee's hips wriggled as she
walked, her bottom cheeks clenching together to hold in her pee. She could
hear the man walking behind her. She knew he must be enjoying the view.
A woman's voice welcomed them at the front door. "My, you must be
cold," the woman said consolingly to Ashlee. She draped a fur over the
girl's nude shoulders. "How inconsiderate of you, Paul," the woman said to
Ashlee's male captor.
Paul...the name ricocheted around in Ashlee's head as she was drawn
through a house, along a plush carpet. Paul...paul...paul..."Paul!" Ashlee
blurted out the name. "I knew a Paul when I was eight. I barely remember
him..."
"You'll remember me better soon," the male voice said.
"Paul! It's you!" Ashlee cried. She spun about, Alisha frantically
keeping hold of her hand and grasping the free one too for good measure.
"Yes," Paul replied. "You never liked me, though."
"No! I did!" Ashlee said. "Even though I was mean to you."
"Come," the woman's voice beckoned. "There will be time for
reminiscences later. Genieve tells me you have yet to taste life's finer
pleasures."
"I've tasted more than I can handle tonight," Ashlee said, stumbling
as she walked forward once more. The alcohol was at full effect now.
"Introducing young girls to sensuality is what I specialize in," the
woman, leading the way, said. Ashlee felt cool air on herself as they were
once more brought outside. The journey continued, across tile now. "Of
course I break in only the most beautiful of lasses," the woman replied.
"Consider yourself fortunate."
"I just want to go home," Ashlee said.
"Home is where the heart is," the woman replied. Paving stones
came under Ashlee's heels now. It proved difficult to negotiate the
stones. They had irregular surfaces and were separated by inches of
grass. But Ashlee was taken hold of by everyone around her and was
helped along the path. Soon she heard a large wooden door being drawn
back. Then she was inside something. It smelled of hay.
A door slid shut behind. Ashlee felt nubile fingers come to the knot
at the back of her blindfold. Alisha undid it and drew it off.
Ashlee stared. An unmade bed sat before her. It was bare, with
sheets and a coverlet and uncased pillows lying on bales of hay beside it.
"Make the bed," the woman said. Ashlee looked at her. She had an
excellent figure, but wore a little black party mask over her eyes.
Ashlee's head darted to the right. Alisha was there, and Paul beyond. Paul
was just as her hazy childhood memory recollected him. A few more
lines on his face, but still tall and handsome. She had shared her
fantasies with him. Her little girl fantasies. Fantasies that he was now
bringing to fruition. Except for the other females. She had never
fantasized about other females.
A more recent fantasy, that of being filmed, also seemed ready to
come true. There was a video camera on a tripod near the bed. Ashlee
trembled as she realized what might be in store.
The woman repeated her command that the bed be made. Alisha was
apparently included in the order, for she took Ashlee by the hand and
together they walked over to the pile of bedding. With reluctant hands
they fitted the bed with sheets, cased the pillows, and finally graced their
work with a quilted coverlet. Both girls looked at the woman when they
were done, hoping to be dismissed.
"Undress Alisha," the woman said.
"Ma'am, may I ask your name?" Ashlee inquired in a submissive voice.
The woman was holding a wicked looking riding crop and there was a hard
glint to her eyes.
"You may call me Rose," the woman replied. Obviously it was not her
real name. Ashlee bit her lip, repeating the name under her breath.
"Undress Alisha," the woman said again. Ashlee turned to her
companion. Alisha was a girl who had just turned 17, as Ashlee had
learned from Alisha's snippets of small talk. The girl looked exquisite,
and knew it. She was gifted with a pair of breasts that jutted to tempting
proportions. Her hips were trim, as if in need of a bit more growing. She
wore a flouncy blouse that tucked under a leather belt and went on to form
a peplum round her waist. Beneath this she wore a skirt. Ashlee unzipped
the skirt first, figuring she'd better comply as quick as possible with
Rose's demands. Next came down Alisha's white panties. The girl, a
brunette, simply stood watching. Ashlee was just undoing the buttons of
Alisha's blouse when Rose ordered her to stop.
"Sit on the bed," Rose commanded. Both girls plopped their bottoms
down at once. They had no qualms about hiding their cheeks from Rose's
riding crop.
AND IN THE END...
AMERICA, A BEACON OF LIBERTY
ÒPolice pay students to inform on one another, while undercover
narcotics officers prowl AmericaÕs schools.Ó
- Playboy, February 1997, pg. 37.
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