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THIS IS AN ATTEMPT TO COLLECT A DEBT
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A Message from the Creator:
Greetings! I am now charging for this product. I realize you may
have thought my creation was freeware, but it is not.
Let me explain. I run a lab. It costs a lot to run my lab. In my lab, I
create new universes. One of them is what you may be referring to,
hopefully colloquially, as ÒyourÓ universe. But in fact it is my universe,
and I expect full payment for it.
Do you want a description of your birth? Okay, IÕll give it. At my
end, in my universe, all I saw was a puff of X-Rays when ÔyourÕ universe
was created. Then the wormhole connecting ÔyourÕ universe with mine
abruptly closed. (This is standard operating procedure for the creation of
any new universe.)
While I puttered about in my lab, ÔyourÕ universe was rapidly
expanding. Then the rate of expansion slowed and ÔyourÕ universe became
the universe you know today. I hope you like it.
Anyway, IÕve been waiting and waiting for you to respond to my bill.
I sent one about five billion years after the creation of ÔyourÕ universe, but
I got no response. So I waited another five billion years. Still nothing. I
realize some species are a little slower than others, but I am beginning to
think youÕre just refusing to acknowledge my requests for payment. I
first began feeling this way about four million years ago. I sent my bill
(again), and this time I got something back. But it was a banana peel!
So I am contacting you again. A year ago I sent a film that I HOPED
would inspire you to pay me. It was called ÒIndependence Day.Ó Perhaps
you found it instructive.
Actually, though, my preferred method of dealing with my new users
is through the Ôtry before you buyÕ program. If you donÕt like ÔyourÕ
universe, simply delete it and yourself out of existence.
I must warn you that, despite my generosity, I have taken some
steps to protect my rights. ÔYourÕ sun is programmed to blow up in five
billion years. If you donÕt pay me by then, youÕre going to have a lot of
roasted marshmallows in your stores, let me assure you. Also, I pre-
programmed an ability on your part to build thermonuclear weapons. So
donÕt just say, ÒAh, five billion years. ThatÕs a long time. Fuck him.Ó You
may have considerably less time than five billion years to pay me once
nuclear technology spreads into the hands of people like Muammar Qadaffy.
I have other collection agents besides him too.
ÔWorkfare, not welfare,Õ is my motto. Perhaps you thought you could
just sit on your ass in ÔyourÕ universe and enjoy it. And not pay for it. But
I had to work to create you and I expect you to work too. You will feel
happier about yourself when you are paying your own way and not just
living off somebody elseÕs efforts for free.
Thank you for your consideration in this matter.
THIS IS AN ATTEMPT TO COLLECT A DEBT
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 280
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter Five
...ÒBend over, silly. Do you think I want you to moon me?Ó I told her.
She leaned forward after a momentÕs hesitation and put both her hands on
the coffee table.
ÒI- I think IÕm going to fart, maÕam,Ó Kelly told me. And she did.
Just like that. Right into my face. ÒIÕm sorry!Ó she quickly apologized.
Dawn and I held our noses.
ÒThat wasnÕt polite, Kelly,Ó I said. I gave her a swift crack of my
crop right on my heinie.
ÒPlease, Fleury!Ó Kelly moaned. She raised up on her toes. A bright
red mark appeared on her bottom.
ÒDonÕt stand with your legs so tightly together,Ó I told her. ÒHow do
you expect John to get his thing up you? I expect youÕll be tight enough as
it is, without you clipping your legs together.Ó I gave her another swat
with my crop. She let out a sighing hiss through clenched teeth and raised
up on her tippie toes again. When sheÕd recovered she parted her legs as
wide as she could.
ÒThere, John, sheÕs all ready, oiled and everything,Ó I told him. He
presented his cock to her.
ÒDonÕt hit me,Ó he said. His rump was in my face now, hairy and
wonderful with its crack running the length of it, tensing as he began his
entry.
ÒYes, John, to keep you going,Ó I replied. ÒBut get yourself up her
first. Right up, John. I know sheÕs tight, but you can manage it.Ó I gave
him a little admonitory crack to encourage his compliance.
ÒDawn, I want you to put that pretty little mouth of yours to work,Ó
I said to the girl beside me. Despite her innocent-looking pigtails I put a
hand to the back of her head and arched my hips forward on the couch and
drew her mouth down to my pussy. I thought she would resist. But,
perhaps fearing my crop, she began lapping at my cunny like a fawn
bending to lap at a stream. I shivered. She was so soft, so compliant. I
tickled her boobies. They hung just off my thigh, scraping the couch a
little as she bent to her work. I pinched them. Dawn sighed a moany
complaint but did not stop licking me.
I inhaled the musky scent from PhilÕs wonderful ass as he sweated
and got himself up inside Kelly. ÒOkay, IÕm ready,Ó he told me at last. Did
he wish to be whipped? I did not bother to ask. I drew my hand back and,
admiring his clenching buttocks for a moment, I let fly with the crop.
ÒYeeeow!Ó Phil howled. Kelly bounced as his cock rammed even
deeper into her, driven by the whack from my crop. She moaned loudly. I
swung again.
ÒRam her, baby!Ó I told Phil. My own voice was breathy from KellyÕs
lickings. Nonetheless, despite an increasingly unsteady hand as my own
orgasm mounted, I set about flaying PhilÕs bottom. Each stroke made a
new red mark. He shunted himself up and back within Kelly. She
screeched at the depth of his assault. I think he was pounding her more
deeply than any man ever had. She tried to rise to lessen the depth of his
poundings but he forced her down, then down more, until her face was flat
against the coffee table.
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Polly, meanwhile, had been rigged up in the bed so that her bottom
rested on a bolster, while her arms lay tied uselessly underneath her. Her
13-year-old breasts offered themselves on her chest like ripe cherries.
Her legs were drawn apart and tied off to the ends of the bed. Gwen, who
had been mouthing her pussy, had been replaced by Jill. Polly seemed not
the least interested in having women invade her cunny with their tongues
but she was helpless to do anything about it. She screamed and moaned
and protested and, not coincidentally, cried out as an orgasm seized her,
followed closely behind by another. Rose promised her that after all the
women had enjoyed her, the men would too. Polly sobbed but I knew that
somewhere, deep down, sheÕd find she enjoyed it all. At least I hoped she
would.
John spent inside Kelly. I drew him out. I removed his condom as
Kelly stood and straightened her apron and her maidÕs hat. I lifted DawnÕs
lips from my pussy and emptied JohnÕs condom into her mouth. ÒThere,
little baby, a treat for your hungry tummy,Ó I told her. She wanted to
protest, I think, but knew better and let me empty all of JohnÕs seed into
her. I made her swallow it. There was a little that had fallen on her nose
and I kissed it away.
ÒKelly, now that youÕve been fucked you must go back to your maid
duties,Ó I told her. ÒDo them properly or IÕll have you over my knee with
my crop teaching you manners.Ó She curtsied.
ÒYes,m,Ó she replied. Immediately she left my presence, happily, IÕm
quite sure, walking a little awkwardly because of her fucking by John. I
watched her bottom. It jiggled nakedly, with two stripes laid on it from
my crop. She got a tray of drinks, brought up meantime by Maria, and
offered them about. Nobody seemed much interested in them at the
moment, although Rose took one and thanked her and examined her bottom
briefly, to see her new marks.
ÒI see Fleury is doing just as I trained her,Ó Rose said. ÒGood. And
Maria is helping you too. Keep up the good work, Kelly. IÕll make you
domme someday, if I can ever get over seeing how cute you look in that
maidÕs hat!Ó
I put Dawn in place of Kelly over the coffee table. I didnÕt bother to
put a new condom on John. He did it himself, growing (literally) expectant
at the sight of Dawn made ready for him.
ÒDawn, IÕm going to give you just a little spanking to make you
weepy and to make John big and hard,Ó I told her.
ÒOkay,Ó she lisped. She was so nice. She let me do anything I
wanted. She had an absolutely adorable bottom. It was high and firm and I
knew it would bounce very sweetly when I laid the crop across it. It
matched her schoolgirl pigtails perfectly. I drew my crop back and let it
fly.
ÒOh!Ó Dawn shouted. I donÕt know if sheÕd ever been whipped before.
I gave her another before she could try to clap her hands over her bottom.
ÒOh! Oh!Ó she cried out again. I found myself so entranced by her shocked
response that I let three more swift cracks fly. Then John, whoÕd grown
massively hard in just seconds of watching, got in my way, and my next
strike, aimed at Dawn, hit him instead! He was oblivious to the pain.
And so it proceeded. Rising up after hitting John very hard several
times, which did nothing to interrupt his fucking of Dawn, he was so
eager, I proceeded around the room. I found my friends utterly entranced
with each other. Their nude bodies hugged each other and the females
eagerly found themselves impaled upon their newly-met boyfriends of the
moment. I dished out a crack here and there with my crop. Female
bottoms felt me, and male ones, I hit a few tummies and whacked some
thighs. Nobody seemed to notice, except to cry out and keep fucking. Even
little Polly, when I bounced the crop off her tummy, only howled and
arched her pussy more so Phil, who now tongued her, could fuck her more
deeply.
The long hours of the day passed quickly by. There was no abatement
of the fucking. When cocks were spent I insisted, with RoseÕs help, that
hands and mouths and even feet be used instead. Drinks were passed
around by Kelly to keep everyone in a sprightly mood. As evening settled
and the room grew dark Kelly lit oil lamps to give everyone just enough
light to see by, so they could tell whether it was the female Dawn or Jill
or Gwen, or some other female, who lay moaning underneath them or riding
atop them.
As the night wore on and spirits flagged I used my crop to inspire
new emotion. I did not spare anyone. Even Rose found herself upended on
the bed, with her bottom high and her face pressed into the pillows, with
me flaying away on her to make her feel something, anything, be it passion
or pathos.
What a sight we were the next morning when we shambled, like
walking wounded, into the parlor to retrieve our swimsuits. Maria was
there, tidying up, and we came like dead from the morgue into her
presence. All of us, even me, bore weals from the crop. Our neatly tanned
limbs were marked and tired. My breasts felt like leaden weights on my
chest, although still perched high and lovely. I had hickeys on them, as did
most of the other girls. There were pinch marks on my bottom, not to
mention the marks left by the crop. My pussy felt like it would complain
just from being touched by my swimsuit. I bent and picked up my panties
and tied them on with weary fingers. The suit did feel abrasive against
me. I wanted no more touchings, or fuckings, or even kisses from
heartfelt lovers. The men were no better off. Their cocks, so hugely hard
the morning before, could have passed for babyÕs penises now, or old
menÕs. WeÕd made sure they were completely empty before we let them
come down. Even Andre, who in his youth had made a last minute stand for
maleness, had been vigorously pumped off right at the top of the steps,
with us girls kneeling to receive the last of his tribute.
Sperm slathered my thighs and was caked around my mouth. The men
put on their suits and found that they fitted quite well, thank you, with
plenty of room in front, at least until nightfall. Our guests departed. I
think we wanted to give each other final kisses but we were all too tired.
In my sleepiness I found Polly, who IÕd spanked fiercely upstairs, putting
her hand into mine.
ÒIÕm sleepy,Ó she said. She wanted me to accompany her upstairs.
Other guests might encounter her and, not knowing her condition, might
try to rape her.
ÒYouÕre not mad at me for spanking you?Ó I asked her. She felt her
bottom.
ÒItÕs very sore,Ó Polly said to me. ÒBut I still hate you.Ó
ÒYou STILL hate me?Ó I asked.
ÒYes, IÕm too little to be here but you made me come anyway,Ó Polly
said. ÒSo I hate you. But tuck me in bed anyway. And read me a story
too.Ó
ÒI canÕt read you a story. IÕm dead,Ó I said to her. Despite her
sleepiness she drew her hand back and, although sheÕd not struck me
upstairs in the tower, always finding herself in the role of prisoner, she
whacked me hard on my bottom.
ÒYeeeoch!Ó I shouted. I threw my hips forward and felt my boobs
shake.
ÒStory!Ó Polly yelled.
ÒCome on, IÕll throw you out the window if you do that again,Ó I said
to her. I marched her upstairs and took her to her bed and put her in it.
Drawing up the covers, I kissed her nose. ÒCan I sleep with you?Ó I asked.
ÒIÕm too tired to go to my own room.Ó My legs, okay a moment before, felt
as if they were about to buckle.
ÒMmmm, whatever,Ó Polly said. She kissed me back. I yanked down
her covers and slithered in beside her. I was greedy for sleep. I embraced
her, she was asleep already. I fell asleep with my face on her bosom.
Rose, I think, came in later, and drew our covers up.
Chapter Six
I hiked up the steep cliffside. My legs were not what theyÕd once
been. The road was gone. My lungs hurt in my chest. The gulls, sweeping
over the cliffside, monitored our progress. Maria, stalwart as ever, but
looking much older now, walked ahead of me. I could hear the coins IÕd
paid her jingling in her purse that was strapped round her waist. She wore
even more clothes now than when IÕd known her in my youth. I wore a
simple dress, plus heavy socks and shoes for hiking. The wind made my
dress flap round my legs. I pushed at the crumbling dirt with the stick in
my hand.
Maria said nothing, leaving me to my memories. I looked up over the
top of the cliff as we rose to its summit. There were no vine-covered
spires. Another few steps and I saw there was nothing but an arid, wind-
swept plain, with a small jumble of rocks lying where the castle with the
unspeakable name had once been.
ÒWhat happened to it?Ó I asked. But she did not have to tell me. It
was the reason weÕd come by boat. Gold had been found, by one of the
laborers, out in the field one day, as he sweated under the hot sun. The
government had nationalized the property. In the distance I could hear the
chain gangs working in the open pit mine, prison labor. Already they had
gouged out the earth right down to the sea, splitting the place where the
castle had been away from the mainland. A small channel of water cut
between it and the open pit mine now, leaving it all alone, though
destroyed by the 30 years of blasting that had trembled across this place.
There was a rumble. I looked up. In the distance, a plume of brown
dirt rose up. More blasting. They were having trouble finding gold these
days and the government was apparently getting more desperate.
Engineers predicted that diamonds might be found if the government
blasted down deep enough. They dug new holes and deeper holes, all part
of an octopus of expanding interconnected open-pit mines. The sea,
though, kept flooding into their pit, bubbling up from below somehow so
that it had to be pumped out by pumps that belched up oil-coated smoke.
AND IN THE END...
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