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ÒItÕs a full scale assault!Ó Johnnie screamed. ÒGoddammit pull
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Death From Above...
GOLD DIGGERS
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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 307
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter One
ÒVery good, Kelly,Ó Kate said to me. ÒNow weÕll see if Mr. Ray here
can learn to be a good boy.Ó She told me to get a penis whip. I didnÕt know
what that was but she explained that it was a small whip, made just for
whipping a manÕs dick into shape.
ÒThey come in various brands of severity,Ó Kate told me. ÒSome are
just a soft strip of leather, while others are wrapped cords, while still
others are almost inflexible, hardened in a vat of pure salt. Get a medium
one for him. We donÕt want to make him feel too awful. He just needs a
little correction.Ó
I saluted her. We were having a blast. We were both totally nude,
our bikinis left scattered on the floor. Our hair was lovely and our feet
were encased in pretty shoes and we wore sexy earrings. Ray was a hunk
beyond a girlÕs wildest dreams, and he was letting us do whatever we
wanted with him. All our most childish fantasies we were getting to play
out on him. I saluted Kate, went to the wall where the implements were,
and came back with a small, slim whip.
ÒGo ahead, do him,Ó Kate told me. I lashed him with a modest stroke,
afraid I might hurt him if I hit too hard. Then, judging his response
(holding back his feelings as usual), I hit him harder. I wanted to see him
shout and really respond to me! Soon I had him flinching and begging at
every stroke.
ÒYes, just your penis, Ray, thatÕs all we care about now,Ó Kate said
to him. ÒIf the Law concentrated more on menÕs penises, theyÕd commit
less crimes, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒI guess so,Ó Ray groaned. She slapped his bottom and told me to
stop.
ÒGo get your Kool-Aid glass,Ó she said to me. ÒItÕs time for our big
baby here to wet.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Ray said.
ÒDonÕt feel too special, honey,Ó Kate said. ÒI just like the idea of
seeing stuff shoot out of your dick!Ó
I brought my empty glass and we both watched, mesmerized, as Kate
held the glass for Ray and he squirted his pee into it. When he was done
she had me get a kleenex and she squirted some Redi-Whip on his pee hole
and then wiped it off with the kleenex.
ÒThere, that should keep you nice and fresh,Ó Kate said to Ray.
ÒLickably clean!Ó She put her mouth to him and sucked him some more
while I found a drain in a corner and emptied RayÕs pee down it. Then I sat
my glass by the door. I didnÕt intend to drink out of it again!
I glanced at the door. The key Kate had locked it with hung from a
brass ring, which sheÕd placed over a nail high up on the wall. A child
would never be able to reach it. I might just reach it, if I stood up on my
tip-toes. I could escape now, if I wished. Kate was busy with Ray and he
was, at the moment at least, pinned by his cock between two boards. I
should be going home soon. My mom might miss me. Then again, sheÕd
learnt not to ask when I slept over at a ÔfriendÕsÕ house. Always I
pretended it was a girlfriend, and she accepted that. But sometimes it
was the house of a guy IÕd met on the beach, in my little bikini. Lots of
times I just liked teasing. But sometimes IÕd let a guy take me home and,
sometimes, IÕd even let him bed me. Often I just sucked him, and that
made him happy, especially if he was older than me and afraid of getting
in trouble.
But in the dungeon there was a distinct possibility that we would all
go much farther. I knew that from staying with Sherry and Jeff. The
choice wouldnÕt be between sucking and fucking. I felt a tremor of fear
seize me as I realized I might lose complete control of myself here, with
Kate and Ray, two strangers IÕd just met on the beach. I could escape now,
if I wished. I glanced again at Ray. He was tall, broad. I watched as his
buttocks tensed, then released, then tensed again as Sherry blew him. His
balls, cruelly held inside a pouch IÕd put on him, hung between his hairy
legs. He wouldnÕt worry about fucking a girl who was under-age. Or doing
lots of other things to her. He wouldnÕt settle for just a quick blow job.
And Kate, what was she really like? After all, there was little
doubt her uncle had been a major pervert. Imagine, a nursery school that
doubled as a dungeon! I had little doubt, looking at the boxes of crayons
interspersed with dildoes and packs of condoms, that the children had
done some of their lessons down here. Above the wall where the whips
hung was a strip of paper showing the alphabet. Hung over the door was a
row of paper gingerbread men, cut from construction paper. And yet Kate
had not even reported all this to the police! Instead sheÕd decided to play
down here. The children were due back on Monday! Should I run out now,
and call somebody? Well, I couldnÕt do that; I didnÕt want the cops to
come and find poor Ray with his dick stuck between two boards. Yet, what
would I have done, if I found myself suddenly inheriting a beach house
with a dungeon in it? Would I go squealing to the police, and turn the
whole house into a notorious crime scene on the nightly news, or would I
grab the nearest lifeguard and do just what Kate was doing?
ÒIt must be quite a job for you, keeping control of all those people
every day,Ó Kate murmured to Ray. He flung his head back and I watched
the muscles of his back ripple as he fought down the need to ejaculate. He
was such a stud! Imagine surviving all he had, and still not cuming. What
a beautiful creature. I felt a sudden need to keep him forever. I think Kate
was thinking the same thing, for she glanced at me over his cock as I
circled back toward them. She wanted him cuffed. I could tell. Her eyes
met mine and I felt the same need she did to make this man completely
subservient to our feminine wiles and our pussies.
I ran to the wall. My conscience screamed at me that I might myself
be tested just as Ray was being tested, that it might go too far, that I
might be hurt, but I grabbed the nearest pair of steel handcuffs from the
wall and darted over to my new friends.
RayÕs forearm was huge. I took hold of it with my little fingers, a
spider latching onto a lion. I snapped on one of the cuffs. He glanced down
at me. He lifted his arm slightly, as if he might smack me across the face
for trying to make him my prisoner. But then, his eyes glazed, Kate really
giving him the works with her mouth and tongue to make him have to fight
every second to hold his seed, he looked away. His butt tensed, he flung
his head back, and held. Kate lifted her mouth to check. A drooling line of
her spit mixed with his pre-cum hung between her mouth and his cockhead.
She watched him a moment. No sperm. He had survived yet another of her
attacks. Yet, hanging between his legs, was the biggest load of sperm you
could possibly imagine, held up tight against his body in the scrotum sac
IÕd tied on him. What a man! Kate blew lightly upon his peehole to
compliment him for his valor. He could have cum so easily, letting
himself go, being selfish, but he kept himself whole and let us keep
playing. Now as I snuck around behind him I began to wonder if he was
being selfish by holding his sperm back. After all, Kate was working so
hard. Yet she got nothing but pre-cum for her efforts.
ÒRay, you can actually cum if you want to, canÕt you?Ó I heard her
ask him in a teasing voice. I grabbed his other wrist and drew it behind
his tensed buttocks. They were bare, with bright lines across them where
IÕd whipped him.
ÒI can cum like a fountain,Ó Ray replied. He seemed not to sense that
I was about to make him our prisoner. ÒWhen I do cum, it will be in your
hair and all over your face, unless you can swallow real fast. Before I got
this lifeguard job I worked at a kiddie pool. The girls used to come up to
my lifeguard stand and blow me, but I had to be careful, because they were
only 9 or 10. So sometimes I couldnÕt cum at all, even though they loved
blowing me. So I learned to hold it back real good.Ó
CLICK! I managed to squeeze his arms close together enough to lock
them in to the handcuffs. What a fitting moment to capture him! Here he
was a pedophile, and we hadnÕt even known it!
ÒRay, youÕre a pervert!Ó Kate shouted. She was as shocked as I was.
ÒNo IÕm not,Ó he answered with equanimity. ÒThereÕs no difference
between you and a 10-year-old except that youÕre breasts are grown and
hers are just starting. Anyway, didnÕt you like lifeguards when you were
10?Ó
ÒWell, I did,Ó she said, and blushed a little. ÒAnd I wonÕt even tell
you what I did to tease them. But I didnÕt BLOW them!Ó
ÒGirls grow up faster nowadays,Ó Ray replied.
ÒI guess so, with a predator like you ÔprotectingÕ the girls at a kiddie
pool!Ó Kate said.
ÒItÕs a job... somebodyÕs got to do it,Ó Ray grinned.
Sherry stood up. She put a hand under her chin. She lifted her other
hand speculatively, a finger upraised, considering. I could just see her as
a policewoman, wondering what to do with a pervert sheÕd nabbed.
ÒWell, Raymond, we are going to have to consider what to do with
you,Ó she said. ÒHere youÕve confessed to the most evil things, but
fortunately weÕve got your penis stuck in a pillory, your balls neatly tied
up, and your hands, ah yes, handcuffed.Ó
ÒHey, how did that happen?Ó Ray asked. He struggled to get his
wrists out from behind his back but found they were permanently locked
over his lovely bare buttocks.
ÒI donÕt think any child molester has ever been better positioned to
pay for his crimes, do you, Kerry?Ó Kate asked me.
ÒNope,Ó I replied. We both broke into giggles. We really couldnÕt
care less about a bunch of 10-year-olds at a kiddie pool. TheyÕd be
competing with us soon enough in daring bikinis. I regretted that theyÕd
gotten an early start, but who wouldnÕt want to blow Ray? I gazed at his
powerful body as he stood with his cock wedged in the stocks. What a
glorious man! All he had to do to get free of the stocks was simply
ejaculate. HeÕd feel great, and he could walk away. But heÕd stayed, let us
torture him, and finally even let himself be suckered into getting
handcuffed. Now we did have him between a rock and and hard place. Even
if he shot his load, he still couldnÕt get the cuffs off. And they were real
police handcuffs too, with the exception that they were lined with fur
inside to provide our lover a little comfort.
ÒHe needs to feel a little humiliation at least for being a child
molester,Ó Kate told me. ÒLetÕs hang our bikinis over his dick so heÕs
made to feel like a human clothesline!Ó We giggled again. We trotted over
to where weÕd tossed our bikinis onto the floor and picked them up.
ÒYes, Ray, youÕre going to be made into a line of washing,Ó Kate said
as we hung our stringy little bras and panties over his dick. He watched
with mesmerized eyes. I imagine just the feel of the soft drawstrings and
bra cups against his penis made him tremble with lust. I remembered how
boys sometimes snuck into my momÕs yard to catch a glimpse of my own
bikinis hanging out back on our clothesline. Kate flicked her bra and
watched it as it trembled atop RayÕs penis. The tiny cups brushed his
shaft. I batted my panties. Their pencil-thin drawstrings shivered. I
feared they might slide down the shaft of his cock and find a way to drop
off.
ÒWe need clothespins,Ó I suggested.
ÒYes, to keep our bikinis in place,Ó Kate smiled. We had wicked eyes.
We looked up at Ray. He gritted his teeth and gazed at our bikinis hanging
from his huge cock. ÒYou need to be punished anyway, Ray, for molesting
little girls,Ó Kate added. Primly she rose up and walked to the wall. She
took down several pairs of wooden clothespins. She walked back, letting
her bare hips roll, glorying in how Ray stared at her lovely pubis. Above
her ribs her bosoms jostled and swung, totally free, in sharp contrast to
RayÕs poor balls and cock. She knelt down in front of him once more and
judiciously began applying the clothespins.
Ray gritted his teeth and said nothing. I thought he might howl out,
or protest, but he took his punishment like a man. Kate pinned our bikinis
and bras to his erection. She smiled up at him when he was done. ÒIÕm
glad youÕve been bad, Ray,Ó she admitted. ÒItÕs so fun punishing you!Ó
ÒLoosen the ball bag,Ó Ray said.
ÒWhat? Is the nutcracker suit too tight?Ó Kate laughed. Ray nodded.
ÒWell, we donÕt believe in cruel and unusual punishment here in the
United States, just punishment,Ó Kate admitted. Carefully she reached
between his legs and untied the leather sac that contained RayÕs balls.
She opened it a little, then retied it. She touched the sac underneath and
lifted it slightly to heft his balls and feel their movement. ÒThere,
darling, is that better?Ó she asked.
ÒA little bit,Ó Ray said.
ÒWell, a little bit is all I had in mind,Ó Kate replied. She kissed his
penis and then stood up. I stood up with her. We glanced at each other.
We were both naked, and just glancing at our tits we could each see that
the other was very excited. The dungeon seemed full of possibilities.
Outside it was hot, but in here it was pleasantly cool. Out on the beach
girls were vying for guys, but in here we had a real he-man to keep us
busy, who NEEDED to have his genitals punished for making little girls
blow him. Well, weÕd do our job to society and satisfy ourselves in the
bargain.
ÒWe must take proper care of our prisoner,Ó Kate said to me. I
nodded. I had no idea what she had planned, but it sounded fun. She took
my hand and led me over to a faucet near the floor. Beside it was a
wooden pail, and next to the pail was a bottle of Mr. Bubble. She picked up
the bottle, and squirted some of its soap into the pail. Then she turned on
the tap and put the bucket under it.
ÒThereÕs no sponge and no washcloths,Ó Kate admitted to me. I
smiled. WeÕd use our hands. ÒThe waterÕs very cold, Ray,Ó she shouted
over her shoulder at him. He watched us as we knelt at the faucet.
ÒI donÕt need a bath,Ó Ray replied.
ÒDear, prisoners donÕt get to choose when they have a bath,Ó Kate
said.
COMIC REVIEW
by holy joe
The Man with the Cape, No. 3, 50 cents. Minicomic, 24 pages. Brian Kirk,
Moot Comics, 93 Sunapee Street, Springfield, MA 01108. e-mail:
mootcomics@aol.com web: http://www.the-spa.com/bear/moothome
Review: 24 pages for 50 cents! I must say, you canÕt do any better
than that! Especially since Brian Kirk is one of the greatest artists and
writers in the comics small press.
The Man with the Cape No. 3 continues a storyline begun in earlier
issues. At this issueÕs start, The Man with the Cape is trapped in cement.
At the same time, heÕs in trouble for (accidentally) killing the mayor of
Moot City. At the same time, the Sculptress, an evil villain, is using the
cityÕs statues to execute bank heists. And, at the same time, when The
Man with the Cape forgets to flush his toilet...
I wouldnÕt recommend trying to leap into The Man with the CapeÕs
storyline cold. If you want to check out issue no. 3, why not treat yourself
and order issues no. 1 and 2 also? Then youÕll have more fun understanding
whatÕs going on. (Hopefully the earlier issues are still available!)
Remember that MOOT Comics are small press comics. You can go to
your local comic book store and buy back issues of Spiderman, Thor, etc.
But MOOT comics are xeroxed, cut, folded, and stapled by hand. That means
that when the artist gets tired of making back issues, they are no longer
available. Some artists (like me) even lose the masters for their back
issues. So, in my case, if you wrote to me for back issues of my comics,
IÕd tell you, ÒSorry, theyÕre sold out. I lost the masters.Ó
Get in on all the MOOT fun while you still can. The Man with the Cape
is quite an endearing character. SoÕs the Sculptress. My favorite, of
course, is the Sewer Sorcerer, who rises up from the commode and uses
manhole covers as transportation and weaponry.
Issue no. 3 of the Man with the Cape also contains an extra story.
ItÕs called ÒThe MusselÓ. Its about a superhero who is ÒKing of the
Gastropods... and Master of the Sea.Ó ItÕs written in the style of a Ôone-
shotÕ minicomic.
ThereÕs no need to pine away for the days when comics were cheap,
and contained more than one story. Those days are still here, in the form
of MOOT comics!
AND IN THE END...
FEMINISM MARCHES ON !
ÒWhat fans really want are new form-fitting outfits, and Core
has obliged with a wet suit, a flight jacket and, for those who finish
the game, a nightie.Ó
- Newsweek, November 10, 1997, pg. 86 (on LaraÕs outfits in Tomb
Raider 2).
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