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AMERICAN ÒLAWÓ
More Fun than the Lottery!
USA TODAY led a story on the Au Pair verdict with the following:
ÒBritish au pair Louise Woodward gambled and lost in Round One of
her legal battle.Ó (USA TODAY, October 31, 1997, page 3A.)
USA TODAY wrote that because Louise Woodward didnÕt accept a plea
bargain.
Of course, on page one, USA TODAY notes that Louise Woodward
stated (in fact, shouted), ÒI didnÕt do anything.Ó
Has USA TODAY ever heard of the maxim: ÒInnocent until proven
guiltyÓ? The word ÒinnocentÓ may be defined as follows: ÒI didnÕt do
anything.Ó
If you havenÕt done anything, there is no reason to accept a plea
bargain. Just because person A is more powerful than person B, and
accuses B of something, doesnÕt mean B has ÒgambledÓ by refusing to
accept a plea bargain.
Apparently, in modern America, once youÕve been accused of
something, youÕre in a Òlegal battleÓ. I suppose itÕs rather like a chess
match. A game. The ÒdefendantÓ is given various options and, depending
on which he chooses, heÕs ÒgamblingÓ.
Such a system, of course, is not Law. ItÕs the powerful against the
weak. The predator against the prey. We are, then, not in a civilized
society. We are in a State of Nature.
And, conveniently, there is now even an entire cable channel devoted
to American ÒLawÓ. Watching Òthe LawÓ at work has become a national
pastime. One is reminded of the Roman Circus, where Christians, having
ÒgambledÓ by worshipping Jesus Christ, were thrown to the lions.
Sometimes big revelations can come from the smallest of things,
like one sentence in a popular, national newspaper like USA TODAY.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 305
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter One
Kate had a waifÕs body and beautifully long legs but I imagined sheÕd
never make it big in modeling because her breasts were so large. She
looked up at Ray with her large, childish eyes and spoke to him very
frankly. ÒHoney,Ó she explained. ÒI want to experiment with this stuff
and I want to do it on you. I hope youÕre willing. I must admit that it will
probably be kind of painful for you. This stuff isnÕt just for pleasure, you
know.Ó
Ray, despite his massive size, simply stared back at her with his
boyish good looks and his cock sticking out like he was waiting to have it
inspected. Perhaps he imagined we were going to draft him into the Army.
ÒTake your pants off,Ó Kate told him. ÒObviously you canÕt wear
them down here.Ó She spoke in a soft, very feminine voice. But her words
were definite. They brooked no disobedience. At the same time, in
keeping with her feminine nature, her hands slipped nervously up and down
her thighs.
Ray dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Kate bent and picked
up his trunks. ÒLetÕs get rid of these,Ó she said. She walked over to the
childrenÕs table. There was a long, very sharp and dangerous-looking pair
of scissors lying atop it.
ÒHey, those are my pants!Ó Ray shouted. He wore nothing else,
except his flip-flops, and heÕd left those at the front door. Both he and I
watched in amazement as Kate very deliberately cut up his shorts into
small pieces. One by one they fell away and drifted down to the surface of
the childrenÕs table.
ÒThere, that should give the children a nice puzzle to work on when
they come back to school on Monday,Ó Kate smiled. She laid the scissors
back down on the table.
ÒWell?Ó Ray asked. I think he was beginning to regain his senses.
ItÕs not every day, even for a lifeguard, that two sex kittens walk up to
you and haul you off to a dungeon!
ÒWell what?Ó Kate asked.
ÒArenÕt you girls going to get undressed?Ó Ray demanded. Kate
looked at me. I found my eyes looking at her breasts with their small
triangle cups.
ÒItÕs not like weÕd be revealing all that much,Ó I admitted.
ÒOkay,Ó she replied. And with as few words as that, we agreed to
get naked. She reached behind herself even as I did and, together, we shed
our tops. RayÕs eyes widened as our bosoms sprang into view. We had big
ones, snowy where our tops kept us covered, tanned where they didnÕt, and
our nipples were already hard, like stemmed cherries.
ÒYou girls are gorgeous,Ó Ray sighed.
ÒThe showÕs not over yet,Ó Kate smiled. She undid her bottoms and I
untied mine. We showed our pussies to each other and to ray as our undies
fell to the floor. We did not bother to pick them up. Our tops and bottoms
discarded, Kate and I took a moment to walk up to each other and get
comfy. We embraced, we kissed.
ÒHi,Ó she said to me.
ÒHi,Ó I replied.
ÒDo you mind pain?Ó she asked me. I shivered.
ÒA littleÕs okay,Ó I answered.
ÒGood,Ó she said.
IÕd played in a dungeon once before, out in the canyons above L.A. It
had hurt but IÕd survived. And IÕd never cum like IÕd cum in that dungeon.
Kate seemed to be a little experienced herself. The sight of all the whips
and paddles didnÕt daunt her. She drank them in like a lady whoÕd seen
such things before, perhaps even played with them. IÕd been just a child in
the previous dungeon IÕd visited. But now, I guessed, I might have a chance
to call some of the shots. The thought excited me. I was just 15, fucked
only a few times, yet I might get to play domme! With Ray, no less, a guy
any girl would die to dominate.
ÒGo get a paddle off the wall,Ó Kate whispered to me. We were girls
sharing secrets. I guessed it wouldnÕt be used on me so I agreed.
ÒOkay,Ó I replied in a hushed voice. As I walked over to the wall
where whips hung neighbor to paddles and paddles to belts, Kate turned
back to Ray.
ÒSir, would you please let me lick your cock?Ó she asked innocently.
ÒItÕs forbidden for a man to enter the dungeon without having a nice wet
cock.Ó I knew she was making it up and I giggled.
ÒDonÕt laugh,Ó Kate told me seriously. ÒSome men have to lick their
own penis if there arenÕt enough girls present. RayÕs very fortunate. He
has me to make sure he obeys all the rules.Ó
I stood on tiptoe and took down a big paddle from the wall. It had
holes drilled through it so that it would meet less air resistance when it
was swung. Of course, that would make it splat all the harder against
RayÕs ass!
Kate knelt down on the floor. Perhaps in deference to the preschool
children, it had a thick carpet. Kate put her mouth to RayÕs cockhead and
swirled her tongue around his pee hole.
ÒYou taste... salty,Ó Kate told him.
ÒYou should be glad I took a shower before coming on duty,Ó Ray told
her. ÒSometimes I just go swimming to take a bath.Ó
ÒYes, dear, you men are always looking for short cuts, arenÕt you?Ó
Kate smiled. She pushed his cockhead fully into her mouth and then drew
it out again. She looked up at him. ÒOf course, down here, there are no
short cuts, sir. You must hold out for a very long time, and only cum when
I tell you.Ó
Ray laughed. ÒSo what if I just cum in your mouth and leave?Ó he
asked.
ÒWell, despite not having any pants to put on, thereÕs the matter of
getting your buns toasted,Ó Kate replied. She winked at me. IÕd snuck up
behind Ray and heÕd been too mesmerized by KateÕs mouth on his prick to
notice me. I swung hard and gave him a splatting swat right across his
bare seat with the paddle with holes in it.
ÒHey! Yeoooow!Ó Ray said. It was a kind of delayed howl, as if he
had to establish whoÕd hit him before he could permit himself to cry out.
Kate had to contend with having RayÕs cock jammed more deeply into
her mouth as a result of me whacking RayÕs bottom and impelling his hips
forward. Nonetheless, she drew him out after IÕd hit him and said, her lips
brushing his pee hole, ÒHit him again.Ó I complied. She popped him back
into her mouth just in time to absorb the full force of my blow impelling
his cock down into her throat. Ray groaned. I wondered if he preferred the
second swat, for he said nothing and his cock burrowed deeply into KateÕs
silky throat. She gagged, but seemed grateful that sheÕd been made to
accept him in one fell swoop.
ÒThatÕs it, suck me good, bitch,Ó Ray told Kate. He reached forward
and grabbed her by her hair and jabbed himself into her mouth. She gurgled
over his prick but tried to keep her lips sealed as best she could. He drove
himself into her throat, back and forth, she gagged and coughed but did her
best to accept him.
I know Ray was dying to cum in the mouth of this lovely model who
was on her knees in front of him, very obedient, taking the full length of
his manhood in her throat. To his credit he pulled back after a dozen
strokes and freed his organ from her lips.
ÒYou are so fine,Ó he said. ÒBut IÕll prove to you that I can handle
anything you throw at me. IÕve done a little S&M myself though,
admittedly, not in a nursery for small children.Ó He looked around. Kate,
after licking her lips a moment to regain her composure, stood up and
brushed back her hair. She was wearing spectacular earrings, but
otherwise she was naked. I too wore earrings. We both looked fabulous.
Neither of us had gone swimming and our hair was still as perfect as you
could hope, having been toyed with by the beach breeze but otherwise left
intact.
ÒWell, since weÕre all a little experienced, I guess we can get right
down to business, then,Ó Kate said. She smiled at Ray. ÒIÕm going to put
your cock through itÕs paces. IÕm glad you can hold your seed so well. I
want to really give your dick a good work out today!Ó
ÒI just hope you can handle it when I turn the tables on you,Ó Ray
replied. He flexed his arms and his biceps bulged and I realized he could
have us whenever he chose. It frightened me to think that he might do
anything with us that he pleased, any time it pleased him to.
ÒWhat would you ever want to do with a poor girl like me?Ó Kate
asked Ray. She let her eyes grow large and soulful. Ray smiled.
ÒIÕm tough,Ó he said simply.
ÒOoooh, youÕre just teasing,Ó Kate said primly. She turned and
walked to the door weÕd come through. It still hung open. She closed the
door and lowered a large bar of wood across the middle of it. Then she
locked it with a key.
ÒThat should keep anyone from rescuing us,Ó she smiled. She walked
over to a wall and picked up a pair of heels. She slipped them on, then
bent down and buckled them. ÒI like wearing heels. It makes me feel more
womanly,Ó she said. She looked at me. ÒI have another pair here.Ó She
bent down and picked them up and walked them over to me, letting them
dangle from her fingers. She set them down at my feet. I tried them on.
They fit perfectly. She bent and buckled them around my ankles. They
were open-toed pumps, like a girl might go dancing in.
ÒI hoped I might meet someone my own age to play with, but then,
buying shoes yesterday, a little voice told me to buy a smaller pair,Ó she
said. She looked up at me and smiled as she finished shoeing my feet.
ÒActually,Ó she admitted, ÒI bought several pairs. Then I saw a girl walk
by my house and thought IÕd go out and meet her. When I did, she was gone,
but I met you instead. YouÕre both the same age, though.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó was all I could say. I was glad sheÕd picked me, even I
was only second choice.
ÒYouÕre prettier,Ó she assured me. She stood up and took my hand.
ÒCome on, letÕs show Ray what girls are made of!Ó she smiled.
Bravely we walked over to Ray and stood before him, letting him
admire our breasts and our cunnies, our cute faces, our sunny smiles.
Then, just when he was getting the idea that he might avoid our training
and make us slaves to him, Kate took him delicately by the penis and drew
him by his hard-on over to a waist-sized pillory. There was a single hole
in it and I had no doubt, nor did Ray, what it was for. Kate lifted the
pilloryÕs upper crossbeam and fitted RayÕs dick through the hole. Then she
lowered the crossbeam and Ray found himself with a pilloried penis. It
stuck through the hole, like a big fleshy dagger thrust through the wood.
Kate clamped the pilloryÕs two crossbeams together so that Ray could not
escape.
ÒYou, sir, are undone by your own erection,Ó Kate smiled. Ray looked
down at his manhood, thrust through the wood. His cock was squeezed at
its base by the pilloryÕs two joined crossbeams. It was strange to see
Kate, the lovely model with the beautiful smile, subjecting poor Ray to
such torture.
ÒWhat-what are you going to do to it now that youÕve got it?Ó Ray
asked of his cock. It was as if his cock was a living thing that had
somehow been separated from him. Yet he would still be able to feel
every torment she chose to give it. And there was no doubt of its being
tortured. This was S&M. If weÕd been here simply to fuck we could have
done that at once, even outside, behind a dune on the beach. But here, in
the deep shade of the dungeon, things were meant to be drawn out. Tested,
tasted, pleased and punished.
ÒI want to see if you can handle the fire and ice test,Ó Kate told Ray.
ÒMost men canÕt. They spurt right away, or freak out totally. One guy, IÕm
told, even fainted. But you can, IÕm sure. IÕm counting on it,Ó she smiled.
Kate walked to the wall where all the implements of torture were
kept. Her bottom moved salaciously as she walked. It was small, her ass
cheeks high and pert. It might have looked too high and childish but her
waist was slim as a waspÕs and so as a result she had a lovely hourglass
shape after all. She let her bottom sway as if it were much bigger and
heavier. The effect was to make her look like she had no more morals than
a common tart. (Which, no doubt, pleased Ray even more.)
Kate poked through some gloves laid in a pile on a shelf on the wall.
They were made of leather. ÒRats, theyÕre all fingerless,Ó she said. ÒOh
well, theyÕll give me a little protection, I guess.Ó She drew on a pair of
gloves that wrapped her arms in leather but left her hands bare. A thong
on each glove hooked round her middle finger to keep the gloves from
slipping up her arms farther than was intended. The gloves, rising to just
above her elbows, had to be tied to her upper arms with drawstrings that
hung down from the gloves. Kate called me over and I tied the gloves to
her arms.
ÒThere, that should keep them from sliding around,Ó Kate said,
admiring my handiwork when I was done.
ÒAll that trouble just to put on a pair of gloves!Ó I sighed.
ÒTheyÕre opera gloves,Ó she smiled at me. ÒExcept theyÕre made of
leather and for playing in a dungeon. IÕd prefer listening to men groan
instead of women sing, and looking at fat dicks instead of fat ladies,
wouldnÕt you?Ó she asked. I had to admit I agreed.
ÒGet a cannister of whipped cream from that little fridge over
there,Ó Kate told me. I turned and looked over my shoulder. Hiding behind
a large inflated clown, meant to be knocked over only to pop up again,
thanks to his rounded base, was a fridge. It was small, but I guessed it
had enough treats in it to keep us happy. IÕd not seen it before. I was
grateful to KateÕs uncle for putting it there.
Inside the fridge I found I big pitcher of Kool-Aid. It was Cherry, my
favorite flavor. There were popsicles too, frozen not over sticks but
rectal thermometers, with flanged handles to keep them from being lost
inside a patientÕs ass.
I found the can of whipped cream and came trotting back to Kate,
with a rectal thermometer popsicle in my other hand. I was licking it.
Being on the beach had made me thirsty.
ÒOh, delicious!Ó Kate smiled. She was lighting a candle. It was bare
and she had to hold the candle carefully lest she drip wax on her fingers.
ÒDonÕt eat the popsicle, dear,Ó she told me. ÒPut it up RayÕs ass!Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Ray cried. But I found the suggestion irresistible. I stuck
my popsicle between his rear cheeks and urged him to open himself to me.
ÒDo it,Ó Kate told Ray. ÒReach back and open your ass for her or
youÕll get this candle flame right under your cockhead.Ó
AND IN THE END...
THE VERDICT
On the WomenÕs Movement
ÒI am so sick of these rich women sacrificing their kids to fulfill
their own needs.Ó
- USA TODAY, October 31, 1997, page 3A.
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