Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 216
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter Five
ÒWhew! What an adventure,Ó Sam marvelled. For the first time he
seemed to see normally again, relieved of his lust. I watched unhappily as
his penis shrank and the coiled rings fell off, one by one. ÒGet me out of
these handcuffs!Ó he shouted. A maid glanced quickly at Emily. She
nodded, reluctantly, her approval. Sam was unlocked, he tore his arms
from the girl and the cuffs at the first opportunity and rose from his chair
in all his manly glory. Even as he stood his cock became erect once more,
so aroused was he by the sight of his wife bent over the bench, her ass
open and smarting. I was knocked off his leg like a forgotten toy. He
walked away from me and his chair, cocksure now, eager to have his wife
right where she lay. Emily dared not resist him. He was a loin in full
roar, and boar charging down upon its prey, a leopard running in fast for
the kill.
Sam straddled the bench. He prised apart his wifeÕs asscheeks,
savoring their already well-spread state even as he opened them more.
Standing over her like Genghis Khan over a victim, rippling with power
from his toes to the tip of his cock, he licked his lips, and his eyes took on
a predatory gleam. Jill mewled behind her gag, tried to twist her hips
away. He slapped her bottom hard.
ÒBe still, girl! It is time,Ó he said. Behind me I heard a shuffling
and rearranging as couples prepared to have their own amorous combats in
accompaniment with the bride and groom. A man approached me. He sat
down in SamÕs chair and, without even having the grace to unhandcuff me,
bent me right over in front of him so that my cunnylips were presented to
his naked cock. He clasped me by my arms, drew them in hard against my
bent-over back, and in this way pulled my legs up close to his loins. He
shoved his dick right into my nest, spearing me in my bent-down position,
with my hair tickling my toes as my face was made to observe my ankles.
I wanted to watch Sam and Jill, but it was not to be. I was fucked from
behind, rudely and without compassion, by this man, as my own groom did
poor Jill up the ass. All was gruntings and bleatings and screams of
pleasure around me, as I myself began to cry out at the swift and pounding
intrusion of the manÕs prick up my cunt. I fought him but it was no use.
His powerful arms held me in place and he reamed me repeatedly. I
succumbed to him in the end, spasming with orgasms upon his hard pole,
until he at last jetted himself into my womb. He would father my child,
absent an abortion, I realized, and then I understood that Emily had let the
night go its own way, finally, letting her plans be spoiled so that she
could enjoy instead the raw urgency of the guests, each taking pleasure as
he or she saw fit, with the exception of Jill and myself who, in our bonds,
had to suffer whatever depredations others wished upon us.
SamÕs raping of JillÕs bottom did not abate her whipping. As soon as
he was done, Emily began again, letting her out of her gag momentarily
that she might sip some wine before her punishment began anew. When
Emily finished at last with Jill, I was put in her place, implacably, the
man who had bent me over tying me down himself. Then I was bitted and
whipped just as thoroughly as Jill had been, Emily delighting in my
torment, giving me smelling salts when I fainted, feeding me bits of food
to keep my strength up. I peed on the bench in my misery, and was
thrashed for it. At last Jill and I were put upon the bed and, weeping at
our fate, were raped by whichever men might have us, both of us tied down
so that we could not resist. Sam, for his part, amused himself with other
girls, though at last he shot the remnants of his seed into us, to lay claim
to us at nightÕs end, so that other men might not take us home with them
instead.
Chapter Seven
I lay by the pool. It was early morning. We were not at the condo
pool, but at a private pool behind the house of a close friend of SamÕs. He
had brought us there to recover from our bridal night. He sat inside,
eating breakfast with his friend and watching ESPN with him on T.V. Jill
and I lay in the warm morning sunshine, on soft towels spread over chaise
lounges. We had bikini tops on, but our bottoms were naked. We could not
bear to wear panties. I felt the rising sun upon my bottom. It was red-
striped and bruised from my visit to the whipping bench. My cunt felt
thoroughly violated, as did my bottomhole, though only Sam had fucked me
up the rear.
ÒOooh, mine still hurts so,Ó Jill confided in me, sleepily. We both
were exhausted from our long night together.
ÒI hurt all over,Ó I replied, though in truth most of it was confined
to my loins.
ÒWeÕre pregnant now, you know, though by God knows whom,Ó Jill
said. Her tushy trembled. I felt my back shiver.
ÒI know,Ó I answered.
ÒDo you want to give birth?Ó she asked.
ÒI donÕt think so.Ó
ÒMe neither.Ó
ÒWell, look at these two babes,Ó Sam announced, stepping outside.
Despite his night of exertion, his cock stood up stiffly, ready to go again.
He walked over to us, his friend accompanying him. Out of deference to
Sam the man kept his own swimsuit on, though I saw it bulging mightily in
the crotch. We were SamÕs women, not his. I guessed, though, he expected
to be given permission to fuck us later, after weÕd recovered a little more
from our ordeal. Why else would he have allowed us to be brought here?
There must be a quid pro quo, and Jill and I were obviously it.
ÒSam, that was awful!Ó Jill said frankly, though she huddled down in
her her towel as she said it, clutching the ends of it with her hands, as if
still somehow on the whipping bench, certain to suffer an immediate
reprisal. My towel smelled sweet and fresh, like daisies. IÕd been bathed
along with Jill in a bathtub a few minutes earlier, then told to go out and
lie down by the pool. Jill and I had donned bikini tops, just to preserve our
modesty. I could feel sleep filling me as I felt the sun rise. Despite the
dawning of a new day, I knew I didnÕt have much strength left after my
long night to stay awake. Neither, I guessed, did Jill. Yet, standing over
me now, leering down at me, was SamÕs friend Max, his erection politely
hidden for the moment, but sure to spring out at the first sign of
permission.
ÒGirls, I want you to keep Max happy while IÕm gone for a few days,Ó
Sam said. ÒIÕll be back when your bottoms have healed. Meantime, Sam
here enjoys helping wounded girls recover. HeÕs studying to be a doctor,
and heÕs promised to do all he can to ease your pain and help you get back
on your feet.Ó He turned to Max. ÒThough, I daresay, seeing them waddle
out to these chairs a few moments ago I think they may already be well on
the way back to health, Max, and may need to be fucked more than anything
else. Once, that is, their cunts can take it. This is their honeymoon, you
know. DonÕt disappoint them.Ó
ÒSam, what are you saying?!Ó Jill asked. She propped herself up on
one arm, wincing as the movement flexed her asscheeks.
ÒIÕm saying that this is your honeymoon, you are both newlyweds,
and IÕve been called away,Ó Sam replied. He grinned. I guessed he had met
some female or other and found he had an opportunity to fuck her for the
next few days, perhaps while her husband was out of town. Or maybe he
just had some new test for us to endure, to satisfy his increasingly
wicked sense of fun. ÒMax here is an experienced sadist. He will help you
recover and then give you both new things to do. I expect you both to be
shipshape when I return, and to report to me everything new that youÕve
learned, all the new skills and techniques. For myself, to be honest, IÕve
met two older women at the party last night, who insist I donÕt know the
first thing about being a groom. So they will help me, and Max here has
been selected by them to help you. ItÕs a fair arrangement, in my opinion,
and the women convinced me it was necessary. So if you find yourself
being assigned some duty that seems unpleasant, donÕt feel bad, the
women promised to make me learn some new tricks too. I wanted to
include you, but they said it must just be me, all by myself, and them. So
it will be two of you with Max, learning and being trained, while I undergo
whatever the women have in store for me. Sorry, girls, but I couldnÕt
resist. I wasnÕt about to leave you two by yourselves at our condo. You
belong to me, after all. So IÕm ÔdisposingÕ of you, as it were, while I enjoy
groom-training at the hands of the women.Ó He turned around then, and
walked away, tall and sure of himself, challenged, I guess, by the idea of
taking on the two women. He would go alone to them, and they and he
would see which was master of the other. I realized it was nothing a
young girl like myself or a newlywed like Jill could provide him with.
And, no doubt, the women were married, I guessed, so time was of the
essence, before their husbands returned from whatever had taken them
away, leaving their wives to find entertainments for themselves.
ÒSam, donÕt go,Ó Jill begged, but her voice was soft, not loud, as if
she knew no male could resist such a sexual challenge.
ÒYou will be challenged as well, my dear,Ó Max answered, and,
looking up at him, seeing his mustache and his crewcut and his gleaming
eyes, I knew we would indeed be challenged, and I dreaded the thought of
it.
As soon as the sun grew hot Max took us inside. He said it was bad
for us to tan our wounded bottoms. He watched us as we walked, our legs
akimbo, our cunnies still hurting from being raped upon the bridal bed. He
showed us the greatest deference. He placed us in a bed upstairs, tying
our wrists lightly so that we might not escape, binding them above our
heads to the bedÕs headboard. Then he gave us each a sleeping pill, to ease
our pain, and off we both went to dreamland. The last thing I felt as I fell
asleep was his hand lightly caressing me between my carelessly spread
legs. I was too weak to close them. He tickled me lightly, not intrusively,
upon my cunny. His very sweetness scared me, for I knew the greatest
sadists prepared their victims with gratuitous kindnesses, savoring their
bodies even as they planned to destroy them.
Three days passed. Our bottoms recovered more quickly than IÕd
imagined possible. Our host let us have the run of his house. Jill and I
both understood that we were not permitted to leave, and we didnÕt try to,
knowing that it would be worse for us if we did, especially when Sam
returned. Our host shared meals with us, serving us our food, insisting on
being our slave. Just looking at his powerful, muscled body, though, I
knew he didnÕt plan to remain our servant forever. He was toying with us.
I could see it in his eyes. He was encouraging us to be bratty, so he could
punish us. Instead Jill and I were both on our best behavior. We prayed
Sam would return, find us well-behaved, and take us home, yet the days
passed and he did not come back.
I think we gradually became entranced by our captor. He was very
handsome, and he had a way of looking at us that sent shivers down our
spines, even as he behaved with textbook chivalry toward us, like Lancelot
courting Guinevere. Two Guineveres, in this case. His property was a low,
single-story house, but with a basement we were not permitted to enter.
He kept it locked at all times. Surreptitiously Jill and I searched for the
key in his drawers, but we could not find it. Trees bunched close to his
house, shrouding all but his pool in deep shade throughout much of the day.
IÕd been too worn out to watch the scenery pass as IÕd been brought here on
the fateful morning three days earlier, but I sensed the nearest sign of
civilization was some distance away, a few miles maybe, or more. A high
wall surrounded his house, and it was topped with barbed wire. He
insisted it was to keep out thieves, but Jill and I knew better.
Songbirds flitted amongst the branches of the trees, giving the
whole place a quiet, tranquil air, putting Jill and I at our ease, even as we
wracked our minds trying to figure out what ultimately would happen to
us here. All the while our captor kept feeding us, brining us fine wines,
dressing us in new bikinis every morning, burning our old ones at night in
the fireplace after weÕd gone to bed. Our wrists were tied to the
headboard each night, not too tight, and we were given pills to ensure weÕd
sleep. The moon would pass by our window as we lay there, and weÕd
awake refreshed in the morning, moon-kissed, ready for a day of
swimming in the pool and aimless hours of relaxation.
Breakfast of the fourth day Jill confronted our host. She and I wore
the fresh bikinis heÕd laid out for us, flimsy little things, barely kept on
by picturesque bows that hugged us low on our hips.
ÒYouÕre very nice, sir,Ó Jill said, poking a finger into his bare chest.
He wore shorts, nothing else, an erection perpetually brimming in his
pants. ÒBut Sam said youÕre a sadist, and youÕve yet to prove it, though I
can see just by your eyes that girls like me and Flurry here have regretted
knowing you.Ó
I trembled a little, standing beside Jill in my wee bikini. WeÕd
played mind games with this man for three whole days, dreading with each
passing hour that this would be the hour he pounced on us. Now we could
stand it no longer. (Though, as I stood beside Jill, I thought perhaps I
might have stood his mental torment just a little longer, for his cock
stuck up ever more profoundly in his shorts and his eyes took on a mad,
crazy look, as if some deep urgent need had just been liberated in his
soul.)
Max flexed his arms. He had tremendous muscles. His chest heaved
once, then relaxed. His stomach rippled.
Jill and I both had developed nice tans from playing in the pool. Only
our breasts and bottoms and privates remained white, shielded from the
sun by our bikinis, specially selected each morning by him, worn by us
with, I must confess, a sense of pride, for they were hand-sewn in Italy,
and specially imported by him, he said, just for girls like us, his guests.
Max turned and ordered us to follow him. We dared not disobey. He
could have broken either of us with a simple flexing of his massive arms.
I dreaded the thought of having him wield a whip over me. Yet I followed,
wiggling a little impatiently. Curiosity killed the cat, and I guessed it
was about to do me in too.
He led us into the living room. A small fire had been prepared in the
fireplace. ÒTake off your bikinis yourselves and toss them in,Ó he said,
challenging us. Jill and I looked at each other. Finally Jill touched the
fabric of her bra, reached behind herself, sticking out her boobies at him,
and undid her top. That at least she could get away with, I figured. She
freed her breasts and took pride in seeing how MaxÕs eyes glowed at having
her topless before him. What wicked thoughts did her naked breasts
inspire in him? I touched my own bra with quavering fingers. JillÕs
nipples were attentive, poking themselves right at Max, urging him to be
bad. She tossed her bra into the fire and we all stood there and watched
the flames as they quickly consumed it. Then she stepped behind me and,
without my permission, undid my own top. Misery loves company, I guess.
I could not stop her. My knees were practically knocking together from the
awful suspense that filled the room. She tossed my bra into the fire
beside the ashes of hers and we all stared at it as it burned, even Max,
who seemed intrigued by the destruction of my little brassiere.
Red Roadrunner Blues.
Birds by the thousands sitting on a wire
waiting for the news.
All this rain will break the winter heat,
they know this is the news.
Take a little walk in the moonlight, baby,
take a little walk with me.
I saw it up there big and red behind a cloud.
Why should we care?
He said everybody did it but him.
Rachel in her old red miniskirt,
whoring around the streets of uptown.
SheÕs waving and really stopping traffic,
in the warm damp morning.
Still have not written that book for her,
this is just about as close as I have come.
To see it from her point of view,
there she is, that same old dream,
that same old girl I love.
Her hands had blue lines in them like ink,
as she rode on papa bear (with her pearls on).
Magic people were in the alley and on the stairs,
she shuddered as he felt up her hair.
The thing is this here, the void is clear, rhythm of words,
itÕs all like the sweetness of rain to me.
I can almost remember her eyes green like,
like some set of far away stars.
Take a little walk through the darkness,
and tell me how you got that skill.
You know as well as I do that some people hate,
while others wait.
This is a tough one for us, baby, looks like we wonÕt
make it.
ItÕs you or her and neither is mine.
All the perfect circular visions, I just donÕt care at all.
IÕm just looking for some salty brownies.
- from Will DockeryÕs new zine, April Bullets, a 32 page chapbook.
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