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Seed to Clone Playboy Playmates
Riverside, Ill. - ÒGod made man in his image, and he made Eve. Now I,
a man made in GodÕs image, shall make Eve too!Ó Dr. Richard Seed said at a
press conference today.
ÒFurthermore, if the U.S. Government makes it difficult for me to
help infertile yuppies, they should take note of this: I have been contacted
by wealthy Arabs who are ready to provide me with full facilities in the
Gulf for cloning any and all Playboy Playmates who are interested.Ó
Pressed by reporters, Seed revealed additional information. ÒIÕm not
dicking around,Ó Seed said. ÒThis is serious work IÕm doing here. Do you
know how many lonely guys visit the Playboy Web Site each day? These
are the most beautiful women in the world. Why should men have to settle
for photos of these females when they can have their own customized
version? I mean, say youÕre wealthy. But unattractive. Girls say ÔnoÕ to
you. Furthermore, you like Dorothy Mays, but you wish she had blue eyes.
Worse, she was a Playmate in 1979. Can you imagine how old she is now?
With cloning, all these problems are solved. You get a fresh, young
girlfriend, straight from the delivery room! Further, since sheÕs brand
new, you wonÕt have to put up with her stories about previous boyfriends.
YouÕre her first! And, in addition, if you want her to have blue eyes, I can
do that too. I mean, really, would you rather the lonely guy buy a cloned
sheep, or a woman? (Albeit a baby version of her.)
ÒNow another question arises,Ó Seed said. ÒWhat if some wealthy,
but lonely guy likes TWO Playboy Playmates? Or three? Well, with
cloning, he can have them all! Theoretically, he could have his very own,
customized version of every Playboy Playmate ever made. And, if any
feminists are pissed hearing this, they should shut up and get to work
themselves. They could clone Alan Alda... TWO Alan Aldas if they really
like the guy! Or if theyÕre into muscles, clone Rambo or Schwarzenegger.
Anyway, this guy named holy joe contacted me too. He says if he gets
wealthy, and no one else will hire me, he wants lots of copies made of
himself. ÔThat way I wonÕt get in trouble for sexually harassing or
molesting anybody,Õ holy joe told me, Ôbut IÕll still be able to sire
offspring.ÕÓ
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab Crab the dog
Issue No. 329
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter One
ÒYou have lovely skin,Ó Katy said, looking down at me. ÒIÕll enjoy
marking it.Ó
ÒIÕd rather sun myself,Ó I said. I was beginning to feel weak in the
knees. IÕd have run and bolted away if the man behind me werenÕt so
gorgeous. Just showing my bottom to him made me moisten between my
thighs.
ÒOf course. Most American girls would,Ó Katy replied. ÒStupid girls.
YouÕll learn to care for your skin here. YouÕll have lots of practise.Ó
Katy began unbuttoning her top. Slowly, flicking the buttons apart
as if they were Origami folds she wished to open. I saw her bosoms stir,
feeling their growing freedom. She wore no bra. In the sunlight I could
see her nipples looming within the fabric. As I looked up, crouched like a
little rabbit, watching her bare herself, she bent low and hit me.
ÒYeeowch!Ó I blurted. But I was so amazed by her delicacy that I
didnÕt stop looking up at her, despite the line that burned across my
bottom. A tear came to my eye. It ran down my cheek and plopped into the
my water bowl.
Katy had used the switch IÕd given her. It was a light, well made
horse whip, not too thin, made for breaking in ponies. IÕd chosen the
safest one I could find. I remembered JasmineÕs crop, long and icicle-like,
thin to make me smart and burn and hop.
ÒShe tried to get out of her obligations by buying a toy,Ó Sauron
observed. His voice was deep and gravelly. He loomed over my bottom,
eyeing it.
ÒItÕs not a toy, Master, itÕs a pony whip,Ó Katy said. ÒWe can whip
her longer with it.Ó
ÒGive her rump another slash,Ó Sauron said. ÒI like seeing her fanny
bounce.Ó
Katy complied. The whip struck my ass and my face bounced forward
into my water bowl! Sobbing, my hands flying back to protect my cheeks, I
lifted my face from the water. It dripped with Perrier and I looked up at
Katy. She released the last button on her blouse and her bosoms tumbled
down into my face, her leaning over me, her eyes soft but her hand
upraised to strike me again if her Master ordered it.
ÒFinish the water,Ó I heard behind me. Katy straightened. I bent my
head and gulped the water in my bowl as fast as I could. Behind me, I kept
my hands on my fanny. It hurt where sheÕd hit me. I hoped that was all
they wanted.
KatyÕs blouse fluttered to the ground. I watched her slim ankles
from the corner of my eye, still lapping at my water, and saw her skirt
descend. Her panties followed.
And then they took me downstairs. As I felt my thighs rub against
KatyÕs stockinged legs I knew I was completely theirs now, just a pet, all
my needs seen to but made to surrender myself completely. I felt Katy
part my bottoms and Master, walking behind me, stuck his finger right up
against my hole. He had a slick fingertip. HeÕd wet it in the dribblings of
his own sperm.
I felt him intrude.
ÒYouÕre tight,Ó he told me. Gasping, my bottoms forcibly parted by
his housekeeper, I could barely reply. When I did my breath spoke into
KatyÕs open mouth.
ÒYessss,Ó I hummed. Katy fed within my lips, licking up her MasterÕs
sperm that heÕd deposited there. I felt her tongue draw back and I licked
at her tongue with mine, retrieving some of His sperm, keeping it for
myself.
ÒYou will have to be opened,Ó Master said to me in my hot burning
ears. I felt his finger stab deep between the cheeks of my ass.
ÒYeth,Ó I managed. My tongue was caught by KatyÕs teeth and she bit
it. Lightly, but holding it fast so that I couldnÕt speak. I pushed my
bottom back. It hurt, I didnÕt want to, but my need was great. His finger
sank deeper still in my hole.
He twisted his finger. I jerked. I called out his name, hoping for
mercy. Sauron, as he liked to be called. Such a silly name, I thought, but
his voice over the phone had lured me anyway. To my stunned surprise heÕd
matched the Wizard exactly. Stubble-faced, as if just growing a beard,
with a long aquiline nose and slim, greedy lips. His eyes sparkled at me
when we met, just as they sparkled now as he impaled my bottom with his
finger.
ÒSauron! No!Ó I begged. He twisted his finger again and Katy, the
evil female he loved best, shoved me backward as she nursed his seed
from my mouth.
ÒAckckgh!Ó I cried. My lips broke from KatyÕs. I felt as if a big
barbecue poker had been stuck up my ass. SauronÕs finger was in to the
hilt now, stretching my hole, making me wish I was safe at home doing
homework.
I was kept wiggling there for several minutes, pinned between Katy
and Master. She had the grip of a tigress. Even as she pushed her soft
bosoms into mine she kept my ass open in back. Her slim fingers were like
wires of steel against my bottom, impressing themselves in my flesh,
making me open to Him and receive him. Sauron, laughing gently, as if
watching a small dog perform tricks, twisted his finger to and fro in my
fanny. I yelped. Each twist was like a hot poker being driven inside me.
ÒYou will have to learn to endure much more than this if you expect
to take my cock properly,Ó Sauron laughed at me.
At last, gasping, putting my hands to my face as Katy let go of me, I
was permitted to stand unmolested.
Letting her bottom swing freely, showing it off as if it were a
trophy (for indeed any man would have died for a chance to sink into it),
Kelly walked to a bureau.
The lights were low. Much of the dungeon remained in darkness. I
had seen none of it yet, save the items inside the door. A carpentry space,
with a buzz saw lying between its shield and its business end. Safe,
except from prying hands and fingers. I promised myself never to touch it,
and to remember where it was. Above it, on a shelf, lay hammers and
screwdrivers. Bits of wood and sawdust were scattered about the work
table. And next to it, on a bureau that held a lamp, was a dogÕs collar.
Katy picked it up with two fingers, as if afraid to touch it. She brought it
to me.
ÒI donÕt need a collar,Ó I protested, but she looped it around my neck.
She slipped the collarÕs tongue through its buckle. Then, with me standing
shivering, afraid and naked, Sauron looming behind me, Katy walked back
to the bureau. This time she returned with a small padlock. She put it
through my collar. With a click, she secured the collar to my neck.
ÒThere. You do need a collar my dear. Have you ever tried to catch
hold of a dog that isnÕt collared? Or a kitty?Ó
ÒItÕs difficult,Ó I gulped. Katy circled one of my nipples with her
fingertip. She kissed my nose.
ÒYes, but now youÕll be less difficult, hmmm?Ó Katy asked. I said
nothing. ÒLet me find you a leash. WeÕre going out in public!Ó
ÒWhat?Ó I gasped. With Sauron behind me I remained standing, but I
was really freaking out now. Here I was, absolutely shuddering with
sensitivity, my whole body a violin of response, and they were taking me
out to meet other people?Ó
There were several leashes hanging on the wall. Katy selected a red
one and brought it to me. She clipped it around my collar. ÒHere, my dear,
we live by MasterÕs schedule. He has cum. He doesnÕt need any more sex
right now. But heÕs dying to show you off.Ó She ran a finger through my
pubic curls. Within my lips I felt drenched, and she knew it.
Katy bumped her hips against mine. Our curls meshed. ÒI have to
cum too, love. But IÕve learnt obedience,Ó she sighed. I felt her navel rise
and touch mine, both of us seeking, our tummies rubbing, our ÔinnieÕ belly
buttons as useless as our sighs were.
ÒCome, letÕs get you cleaned up a little,Ó Katy said to me. ÒWe can
shower together.Ó She looked at her Master. ÒPrudishly, of course, like
good girls,Ó she said to him with a smile.
We went upstairs and she bathed me. Her hands were careful. They
did not seek as theyÕd sought in the dungeon. Then, our shower over, she
helped me into a bikini selected by Master. It was composed mostly of
string. It could just pass on the beach, perhaps, if the lifeguard wasnÕt a
woman.
I found myself outside the door to an elegant cliff-top mansion.
Katy and I stood in our bikinis. I had to pull my bottoms from my ass
crack as she rang the doorbell. They were infuriating. Master had
purposely chosen bottoms that made me as sexy as possible. No simple
thong for him, or T-back. He liked to see girls covered properly, he told
me. Especially out in public. WeÕd parked by the curb, a few houses down.
There were several cars on the street. More people than just ourselves
had been invited to the mansion.
With my hands at my bottom, straightening my panties, I caught my
first look at our hostess. She was blonde, about 30, with the eyes of a
slut. There was no other way to describe it. She looked experienced, and I
saw to my surprise that her eyes fixed on me right away.
ÒWhat a pretty pet!Ó she smiled.
ÒHer nameÕs Kelly,Ó Katy said. She ran a finger along my bikini
bottoms and I felt them begin to inch toward my asscrack again.
ÒWell IÕm pleased to meet you, Kelly,Ó our hostess said to me. She
spoke to me as if I were a 5-year-old child. ÒMy nameÕs Miriam,Ó she said.
I said nothing back. I felt belittled by her. ÒSuch a perfect pet! She
doesnÕt even speak!Ó Miriam laughed. She looked beyond me, then, out to
the street. ÒI hope nobody saw her wearing that leash!Ó
ÒI kept it close to my body. Nobody saw,Ó Katy assured her. For in
addition to my heels and my glamourous earrings, and my uncomfortable
bikini, I wore my brown leather dogÕs collar with its red leash.
ÒLetÕs hope not!Ó Miriam said. She urged us inside. ÒI donÕt want the
cops busting me for my little business ventures,Ó she said in a hushed,
happy voice.
ÒYouÕre a madam?!Ó I blurted. Sauron shut the front door just as I
spoke.
ÒWhy yes, dear, your MasterÕs paying me to bring you here,Ó Miriam
smiled. She touched my face. ÒCome, letÕs show you to the other guests.
And no talking, please. YouÕre a pet, not a person.Ó Miriam spun on her
heels and walked away. Katy tugged at my leash and we followed. I gazed
at MiriamÕs bottom. She wore panties like mine, for swimming, but of the
same cashmere mine were made of, certain to unravel if they got wet. I
liked teasing bikinis, made for just the sun and the sand and the pool deck.
But IÕd never worn such delicate, insubstantial ones as I now found myself
in. Katy had done some convincing to get me into them, reminding me of
the whip when I balked. And, to keep me happy, sheÕd worn the same kind.
Master, of course, wasnÕt held to the same standard. He got to put on new
stone-washed jeans, and a colored shirt with a collar. He just looked like
a young man dressed for a casual get-together. But Katy and I, wearing
our teensy bikinis, looked like girls who should know better. As Katy led
me by my leash I was forced to pull my undies out of my ass crack again. I
remembered a song, ÒStupid Girl,Ó and wondered if it was about me.
MY DREAM LADY
by Jav Chuma
Alone on the ocean
Looking out over the distance
Following the woman
Of my dreams with strong persistence
Asking myself, ÒIs she really there?Ó
Longing for her kisses
Surrounded by the cool night air
How my aching heart misses
Feeling her breasts
Pressed against my chest
Running fingers along her back
Letting my hands go lower
To where she likes to be caressed
Stroking her firm, round cheeks
Massaging her thighs skillfully
My finger finds the spot it seeks
She purrs, bucking her hips wilfully
Tasting her elixir
Feeling her hands around me
The tool she needs to fix her
Her sighs a beautiful sound to me
When I find you this is the way
Things are bound to be
Sucking your nipples as we lay
Side by side making love to ecstasy
Me deep inside of you
Rhythmically pumping
I love you I thought you knew
Loving the sight of your breasts jumping
Asking you to get on your hands and knees
Enjoying the plump cushion from behind
Coaxing you to orgasm with ease
Dream woman IÕm going out of my mind
Where have you gone?
I miss you much
ItÕs almost the crack of dawn
Feeling for your warm touch
Come back to me
So we can make hot love
Help me out of my misery
Sweet, sexy angel from above
MY DREAM LADY
ÒAnd as you can see, in the instance above, if she doesnÕt like the
guy, but wants to make him happy, a quick trip to my cloning lab will
satisfy him. Without her having to spend the rest of her life with him,Ó
Dr. Seed told reporters.
AND IN THE END...
ÒBe fruitful, and multiply.Ó
- Genesis 9:1.
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