Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 51
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter One
Lady Burgess regarded her three prisoners. She put a finger to her
chin. "Hmm, I'm afraid our guests might become a bit chilly, Maria," Lady
Burgess remarked. "So little clothing. Perhaps we should ensure at least
the comfort of their most intimate parts?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Maria replied. The female went to the breakfront and
pulled forth several eight volt batteries and spools of copper wire.
Melanie felt as if she were watching the unfolding of a script. Kimberly
was crying, little sobs escaping from beneath her gag. The brunette,
knowing an unwanted display of emotion could only bring undue attention
to her, was doing her best to restrain her sobs.
Maria walked up to Kimberly and spun out several loops of copper
wire. She attached a line of copper wire to each of the terminals of the
battery. Then she lifted the ends of the wires, in turn, to each of
Kimberly's erect nipples. Deftly she wrapped the end of a copper wire
around one of Kimberly's nipples, then the other. "This should keep your
nipples warm," Maria smiled. There was a wicked glint in her eyes. "In
fact, it may fairly make them sizzle." How could she have so
misinterpreted Maria, Melanie asked herself.
When each of Kimberly's nipples had been attached to a battery
terminal, via a copper wire, Maria turned to Melanie and did the same to
her. Melanie, tears running silently down her cheeks, watched in fear as
Maria looped the copper about each of her nipples. Then Maria turned to
David. Remorselessly she twisted the copper wire around his upstanding
cock. A second wire was run about the tight sac of his testicles. The
loops of wire were not tight, but then they were not meant to be. It was
what they would soon carry that was to be the entertainment.
Melanie, however, could not figure out the purpose of the copper
wiring. She thought perhaps some electric dildo was yet to be hooked up.
She studied the arrangement of the wires, trying to guess their intent.
There was a battery in front of her. It had two terminals. From the first
terminal a copper wire ran to her nipple. The second terminal had a wire
dangling right next to it, but not attached. The wire ran up to Melanie's
second nipple. The same arrangement had been made for Kimberly. David
also had the same arrangement, except one of the wires ran to his cock
whilst the other went to his balls.
"All ready, Lady Burgess," Maria said brightly.
"Not quite," Lady Burgess replied. At once two hunky men strode
forward. To a look of genuine shock from Maria they grabbed her and bent
her over a trestle. After binding her wrists and ankles to the trestles
legs, they took a 12 volt battery with two wires and shoved both wires up
Maria's anus. Lady Burgess walked over to a frightened Maria and took her
chin in her hand. She gazed down at the bound female. A laugh broke from
the Lady's lips. She looked up, and her eyes found Martin.
"Trying to make your little hussy play both sides of the fence, eh
Martin?" the Lady said to him with a wicked tone in her voice. "This
should be you here, and next time, if there is a next time, it will be. Only I
shall seek out young nubile females in this region for my parties. If you
wish to do so, I suggest you move. Take your hired hussy who you claim to
be your lover to some other place. Let her ply her trade there. This is my
territory." Martin gulped visibly but said nothing.
Lady Burgess had obtained a pair of thin black rubber gloves for
herself and now she pulled them on. Then the Lady took the wire that
dangled next to the terminal of Maria's battery and connected it.
"AUUUUUGH!" Maria screamed as soon as the dangling wire had been
touched to the terminal. Melanie flinched. An electric current was
passing up the wire and into Maria's rectum! Lady Burgess was
electrocuting Maria...via her bottom! Maria wore no gag and her scream
continued unabated. Finally, as Melanie thought she smelled burning flesh
(perhaps it was just her imagination), Lady Burgess allowed the contact to
be broken. A parting of her fingers and the copper wire touching the
terminal dropped away. Once more it dangled harmlessly.
Lady Burgess strode over to Melanie. The blonde looked down. Her
battery was smaller. She prayed that meant the shock she would receive
would be less than that of Maria, and in that she was right. "Be glad you
have a gag, darling," Lady Burgess cooed to Melanie. "Otherwise you might
bite out your tongue." With that voiced expectation of gratitude, Lady
Burgess took up the dangling wire next to Melanie's battery and touched it
to its respective terminal. Melanie nearly jumped right off her pole.
The experience was, to say the least, shocking. Melanie's head flew
back involuntarily. She found herself trying to grind her teeth together,
but the gag saved her from doing that. Her chest flew out as far as it
could, she felt like she was Superman trying to break forth from his shirt.
Her nipples tingled as they never had. They were being overloaded with
electronically induced feelings of desire, but at a voltage too strong for
pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the current suddenly shut off.
Melanie let her head drop forward. Her chin bumped against the uppermost
portion of her chest and just lay there. With glazed eyes she gazed down
at her poor nipples. There was no visible damage, they were still as perky
and pink as ever. She wondered if any female had ever gotten breast
cancer from this deranged sexual torture.
Kimberly was next. She struggled in her bonds as best she could as
Lady Burgess approached her. She was no longer trying to restrain her
crying. Her chest heaved with sobs, the sound of them being dampened by
her gag. In her eyes, as she watched the Lady approach, there was deep
fear.
Melanie squeezed shut her eyes. She could not bear to watch her
little friend suffer. She listened to the apprehensive silence beyond the
pool of light cast by the overhead chandelier. Then, suddenly, Kimberly's
muffled scream cut through the air.
"My, I think I've found a cure for crying," Lady Burgess mocked. With
just the touch of a copper wire to a terminal Kimberly's sobs had instantly
been cut off. Instead she now screamed fiercely, as much as the gag
would permit her.
Despite her horror at the impending torture of David, Melanie could
not keep herself from watching his suffering. When she heard Kimberly's
sobs returned she opened her eyes. Sure enough, Lady Burgess was now
turning her attention to David. He watched with a grim, terrified visage
as the madam touched two rubber gloved fingers to the head of his cock.
She stroked the underside briefly to ensure he was fully erect. Then, with
Melanie's eyes involuntarily glued to David's lovely penis, she watched as
the copper wire was connected. Instantly David wrenched upward. His
head flew back, and would have smacked hard against the pole if the pole
had been tall enough. Lady Burgess gave David a good charge, then dropped
her wire. David, like Melanie and Kimberly, let his head fall to his chest.
Then, slowly, like the girls, he lifted it once more. He watched as Lady
Burgess returned to Maria.
"Please Ma'am, no! Please Ma'am!" Maria begged the Lady. But there
was no dissuading her.
"This time you will get not once charge but two," Lady Burgess
smiled. "Then, the following time, three. After that you and each of the
girls will enjoy the same treatment with cattle prods on your cute little
clittys." Lady Burgess laughed.
The Lady was just about to apply the wire to the terminal, to torture
Maria, when a commotion was heard. Melanie let her fearful eyes and her
suddenly tired neck twist to the side to watch a young woman step forth
from between the spectators into the pool cast by the chandelier. Melanie
felt her breath catch in her throat.
Before her stood the most beautiful woman Melanie had ever seen. If
Playboy had done the casting for The Wizard of Oz, this female would have
been a cinch for the Good Witch. Long blonde hair tumbled down over her
shoulders. Her eyes were brilliant blue, with both a fierceness and a
tenderness to them. The body which she inhabited looked as if it had been
molded by Satan for his special pleasure, it was so tempting. In fact, only
God could have made a creature this perfect. What Melanie failed to
realize was that quite a few girls in the room, including herself and
Kimberly, were this "Good Witch's" equal in bodily beauty. It was the
female's bearing which set her apart. She had the demeanor of a mature
40-year-old woman, yet Melanie would learn later that she was only 22.
Lady Burgess seemed visibly troubled by the appearance of the
woman who as yet Melanie could only refer to in her mind as "the Good
Witch." Even though she had yet to even hear the stunning blonde speak,
she knew just by looking that there was goodness in her heart. But why
would such goodness, even radiant goodness, put fear in the heart of Lady
Burgess? The "Good Witch" was as vulnerably clad as anyone. She had no
top, and only a very skimpy white bikini bottom to protect her loins. Her
arms, at least, had some protection: white fishnet mittens sheathed them
all the way up beyond her elbows. But the mittens lacked fingers beyond
the first knuckle. Perhaps this was to give "The Good Witch" a better grip
on the black riding crop which she held in her hand. "The Good Witch's"
feet, too, had some protection, in the form of little white booties.
"Good evening, Gwendolyn, what brings you here?" Lady Burgess
snarled at the "Good Witch."
"Your misbehavior, as usual," Gwendolyn replied in an unruffled
manner. She stood facing the Lady. Beyond Maria was sobbing, her head
turned to both watch the wires that trailed up to her bottom and the
potential savior in white that stood glowing in the middle of the pool cast
by the overhead chandelier. "I am your mother, Lady Burgess, whether you
like it or not."
"No you're not," Lady Burgess said with a low voice and a scowl. "My
mother is dead, dead in the grave where she belongs. The fact that my
stupid father chose to make you his second wife has no bearing on me.
You're 20 years younger than me!" Calmly Gwendolyn switched her crop
against her thigh. It looked wicked against the whiteness of her skin.
"Perhaps if you had not run away at 12 and taken up whoring your
mother wouldn't have died," Gwendolyn remarked. "It's not as if your daddy
didn't purchase all the medical care for her money could buy. Maybe she
just died of a broken heart."
Lady Burgess strode slowly toward Gwendolyn at this last remark.
Her face began to turn beet red. Was it anger, embarrassment, both?
Melanie wondered. No one dared interfere, not even the beefy men that
heretofore had seemed so eager to rush to Lady Burgess' aid.
Dispassionately Gwendolyn undid the drawstring of her bikini panties.
They fell to the floor, baring her loins just as the Lady's already were.
Both females lifted their riding crops in the air as they closed.
"Take this for interrupting my party," Lady Burgess cried, suddenly
sweeping her crop through the air at Gwendolyn. The stunning blonde
caught the descending crop with her own, breaking its fall. Then, just as
swiftly, she dealt a searing blow to the side of Lady Burgess' thigh.
"OWWW!" Lady Burgess cried, and in a fit of temper tried to deal a
retaliatory blow. Once again Gwendolyn was able to block the descending
swing of the Lady and counter with a direct hit of her own, this one right
on the Lady's sumptuous bottom.
The next engagement, following seconds later, resulted in
Gwendolyn's first lost. She bit her lip and stifled a cry as the Lady's crop
swung in successfully. Melanie felt silent tears come to her eyes as she
saw Gwendolyn's sweet pale skin sustain an angry red mark.
The offensive, however, quickly returned to Gwendolyn. She
advanced upon her quarry with swift, efficient strokes that served to
drive Lady Burgess from the ring of light in the center of the room. As the
Lady reached the shadows beyond, the guests parting to allow her room for
retreat, she wailed out her surrender amidst a series of crop induced
screams. At once her own men closed in upon her to both protect her from
Gwendolyn's blows and, coincidentally, to prevent her from attempting to
re-enter the fray.
The crowd sat silent as Gwendolyn cast aside her crop and set about
freeing poor Maria. She drew the copper wires from Maria's bottom and
then took to undoing Maria's bonds. At this point several men came
forward and offered Gwendolyn their help. She permitted them to take
over the loosening of the bonds while she herself hurried on to Kimberly to
loose the copper wires from the girl.
Melanie and Kimberly might have been taken aback at Lady Burgess'
manner had it not been for their friendship with Maria. However, since
Lady Burgess was an acquaintance of Maria the girls refrained from
complaint. Soon Lady Burgess was but a figure striding industriously
ahead of them down the hall.
Chapter Two
"Thank you so much," Melanie breathed to Gwendolyn.
"You're welcome," Gwendolyn said softly. She put a hand to Melanie's
head and stroked her hair. Gwendolyn seemed almost retiring now.
Melanie found it hard to believe that this gentle young female had been so
bold as to face down Lady Burgess just minutes before. All four of them
were still as naked as they had been in Lady Burgess' chateau. Melanie,
Kimberly, David and Gwendolyn were being whisked away in the back seat
of Gwendolyn's white limousine. Maria had been left behind, in the charge
of Martin. He and Maria had hustled out just behind them to escape in a
limousine of their own. No doubt they might be planning to make their
first stop the office of a proctologist. Melanie prayed poor Maria had not
been hurt, even as she cursed the woman for betraying them. She herself,
and Kimberly, had come away unharmed. David sat beside Kimberly. The
girl was still snivelling, even as she made to inspect his apparently
healthy testicles and penis with her hands. Melanie glanced over at the
girl. Kimberly was treating David's groin as some lost childhood teddy
bear, as if its mere presence was somehow a security blanket for her. The
notion of inspecting his loins appeared to be but pretence, but Kimberly's
attentions seemed not to bother David in the least. He was still as hard as
ever.
"Ma'am, where are we going?" Melanie asked in a meek voice. She did
not want to risk offending the woman who had just saved her, yet she
feared falling into the clutches of yet another dominatrix.
"Where would you like to go?" Gwendolyn asked liltingly, still
fondling Melanie's hair. She felt like a little girl under the protective
attention of her mother.
"Home, please, um, to our hotel room," Melanie said softly, almost
pleadingly. Yet deep down, in her heart, she hated to part company from
this gorgeous young woman and all her wealth, and from David.
PROTECT THE FEMALE!
Even from Herself
Dear Deep Thought, What is it with all this Òprotect the femaleÓ
jazz? You know, from the time of King Arthur, with its tradition of
Òchivalry,Ó even unto today, females are always needing to be protected.
Why? (Try to give me a straight answer, would you? IÕm not asking this
to hear jokes.)
Deep Thought replies: Okay, I will give you a straight answer.
Traditionally, prior to birth control, the female needed to be protected
because of her natural state of being. Having sex, without birth control,
she was always pregnant, with already-born children clinging to her hands
and her breasts. ItÕs not real easy to fight a lion when you are pregnant
and nursing.
However, there is a more fundamental reason to protect the female.
It is because she represents the Òcarrying-capacityÓ of the race. Let us
posit a society of ten males and ten females. Each female, without birth
control, will have an average of ten children. (For a societal total of 100
children.) Now let us kill all but one of the males. No problem. He can
still inseminate all ten females and, at ten children each, there will still
be 100 offspring.
Now let us, instead, kill off all but one of the females, leaving ten
males and one female. Since there is only one female, there will be at
most ten children, even if that society had a million males in it and even
if the lone female were inseminated repeatedly by all of the males. Still,
in the end, there will be only ten offspring.
At once it can be understood why, traditionally, wars have been
fought by men only. Men are soldiers because men are expendable. As long
as a society protects all of its females, the Òcarrying capacityÓ of that
society will continue undiminished. All but one male can be killed in the
wars, but he can still go home and inseminate all ten females, thus
producing 100 offspring. On the other hand, were society to have made
females into soldiers, leaving the men at home, all the females might be
killed, in which case, there would be no offspring whatsoever. Or only one
female soldier might survive the war, in which case she would go home
and have a maximum of only 10 offspring.
You may ask, why is it that in some societies women cannot drive,
and do other things men can do. It is to protect the females from
themselves. The less activities a female engages in, the less likely she is
to be killed doing those activities. If the female can be continually
confined in a male-protected home, she can devote all her energy to being
a womb, having a maximum number of offspring (about 10, for instance).
If she is out flying, diving, or driving, she might get killed, in which case
we have just reduced the Òcarrying capacityÓ of that society by the 10
offspring that woman would have had if she had been Ôat home, where she
belongs.Õ
Hopefully this anthropological analysis will shed some light on all
the rhetoric that continually pollutes modern society. Today females have
sex using birth control, and hence there is no need to view them as wombs
who must be protected even from themselves. The earth is overpopulated,
and there is no need to ÔprotectÕ females in order to maximize the number
of offspring they can conceive and birth.
Now, on another subject, one might ask if there are moral or
legislative codes designed to protect males. Yes. Homosexuality, sex
with girls who are too young to conceive, and pornography/masturbation
laws are fundamentally designed to keep males from wasting their sperm.
The anthropological intent is to ensure that whenever a male ejaculates,
he ejaculates into a mature female who then conceives as a result of his
ejaculate. This is a ÔprofitableÕ ejaculation, and the society encourages it
in order to maximize its number. However, again, most women now use
birth control, abortion is legal, women can be soldiers if they wish, and
earth does not need more people. So one must question the need for laws
designed to ÔprotectÕ males from wasting their sperm.
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