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AMERICAN “LAW”
More Fun than the Lottery!
USA TODAY led a story on the Au Pair verdict with the
following:
“British au pair Louise Woodward gambled and lost in Round One
of her legal battle.” (USA TODAY, October 31, 1997, page 3A.)
USA TODAY wrote that because Louise Woodward didn’t accept a
plea bargain.
Of course, on page one, USA TODAY notes that Louise Woodward
stated (in fact, shouted), “I didn’t do anything.”
Has USA TODAY ever heard of the maxim: “Innocent until proven
guilty”? The word “innocent” may be defined as follows: “I didn’t do
anything.”
If you haven’t 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, doesn’t mean B has “gambled” by refusing to
accept a plea bargain.
Apparently, in modern America, once you’ve been accused of
something, you’re in a “legal battle”. I suppose it’s rather like a
chess match. A game. The “defendant” is given various options and,
depending on which he chooses, he’s “gambling”.
Such a system, of course, is not Law. It’s 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 “Law”. Watching “the Law” at work has become a
national pastime. One is reminded of the Roman Circus, where
Christians, having “gambled” 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 waif’s body and beautifully long legs but I imagined
she’d 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. “Honey,” she explained. “I want to experiment with this stuff
and I want to do it on you. I hope you’re willing. I must admit that
it will probably be kind of painful for you. This stuff isn’t just for
pleasure, you know.”
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.
“Take your pants off,” Kate told him. “Obviously you can’t
wear them down here.” 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. “Let’s get rid of these,” she said. She walked
over to the children’s table. There was a long, very sharp and
dangerous-looking pair of scissors lying atop it.
“Hey, those are my pants!” Ray shouted. He wore nothing else,
except his flip-flops, and he’d 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 children’s table.
“There, that should give the children a nice puzzle to work on
when they come back to school on Monday,” Kate smiled. She laid the
scissors back down on the table.
“Well?” Ray asked. I think he was beginning to regain his
senses. It’s not every day, even for a lifeguard, that two sex kittens
walk up to you and haul you off to a dungeon!
“Well what?” Kate asked.
“Aren’t you girls going to get undressed?” Ray demanded. Kate
looked at me. I found my eyes looking at her breasts with their small
triangle cups.
“It’s not like we’d be revealing all that much,” I admitted.
“Okay,” 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. Ray’s eyes widened as our bosoms sprang into view.
We had big ones, snowy where our tops kept us covered, tanned where they
didn’t, and our nipples were already hard, like stemmed cherries.
“You girls are gorgeous,” Ray sighed.
“The show’s not over yet,” 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.
“Hi,” she said to me.
“Hi,” I replied.
“Do you mind pain?” she asked me. I shivered.
“A little’s okay,” I answered.
“Good,” she said.
I’d played in a dungeon once before, out in the canyons above
L.A. It had hurt but I’d survived. And I’d never cum like I’d cum in
that dungeon. Kate seemed to be a little experienced herself. The
sight of all the whips and paddles didn’t daunt her. She drank them in
like a lady who’d seen such things before, perhaps even played with
them. I’d been just a child in the previous dungeon I’d 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.
“Go get a paddle off the wall,” Kate whispered to me. We were
girls sharing secrets. I guessed it wouldn’t be used on me so I agreed.
“Okay,” 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.
“Sir, would you please let me lick your cock?” she asked
innocently. “It’s forbidden for a man to enter the dungeon without
having a nice wet cock.” I knew she was making it up and I giggled.
“Don’t laugh,” Kate told me seriously. “Some men have to lick
their own penis if there aren’t enough girls present. Ray’s very
fortunate. He has me to make sure he obeys all the rules.”
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 Ray’s ass!
Kate knelt down on the floor. Perhaps in deference to the
preschool children, it had a thick carpet. Kate put her mouth to Ray’s
cockhead and swirled her tongue around his pee hole.
“You taste... salty,” Kate told him.
“You should be glad I took a shower before coming on duty,” Ray
told her. “Sometimes I just go swimming to take a bath.”
“Yes, dear, you men are always looking for short cuts, aren’t
you?” Kate smiled. She pushed his cockhead fully into her mouth and
then drew it out again. She looked up at him. “Of 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.”
Ray laughed. “So what if I just cum in your mouth and leave?”
he asked.
“Well, despite not having any pants to put on, there’s the
matter of getting your buns toasted,” Kate replied. She winked at me.
I’d snuck up behind Ray and he’d been too mesmerized by Kate’s 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.
“Hey! Yeoooow!” Ray said. It was a kind of delayed howl, as
if he had to establish who’d hit him before he could permit himself to
cry out.
Kate had to contend with having Ray’s cock jammed more deeply
into her mouth as a result of me whacking Ray’s bottom and impelling his
hips forward. Nonetheless, she drew him out after I’d hit him and said,
her lips brushing his pee hole, “Hit him again.” 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 Kate’s silky throat. She gagged, but seemed
grateful that she’d been made to accept him in one fell swoop.
“That’s it, suck me good, bitch,” 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.
“You are so fine,” he said. “But I’ll prove to you that I can
handle anything you throw at me. I’ve done a little S&M myself though,
admittedly, not in a nursery for small children.” 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.
“Well, since we’re all a little experienced, I guess we can get
right down to business, then,” Kate said. She smiled at Ray. “I’m
going to put your cock through it’s paces. I’m glad you can hold your
seed so well. I want to really give your dick a good work out today!”
“I just hope you can handle it when I turn the tables on you,”
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.
“What would you ever want to do with a poor girl like me?” Kate
asked Ray. She let her eyes grow large and soulful. Ray smiled.
“I’m tough,” he said simply.
“Ooooh, you’re just teasing,” Kate said primly. She turned and
walked to the door we’d 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.
“That should keep anyone from rescuing us,” 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. “I like wearing heels. It makes
me feel more womanly,” she said. She looked at me. “I have another
pair here.” 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.
“I 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,” she said. She looked up at me and smiled as she finished shoeing
my feet. “Actually,” she admitted, “I bought several pairs. Then I saw
a girl walk by my house and thought I’d go out and meet her. When I
did, she was gone, but I met you instead. You’re both the same age,
though.”
“Thanks,” was all I could say. I was glad she’d picked me,
even I was only second choice.
“You’re prettier,” she assured me. She stood up and took my
hand. “Come on, let’s show Ray what girls are made of!” 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 pillory’s upper crossbeam and fitted Ray’s 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 pillory’s two crossbeams
together so that Ray could not escape.
“You, sir, are undone by your own erection,” Kate smiled. Ray
looked down at his manhood, thrust through the wood. His cock was
squeezed at its base by the pillory’s two joined crossbeams. It was
strange to see Kate, the lovely model with the beautiful smile,
subjecting poor Ray to such torture.
“What-what are you going to do to it now that you’ve got it?”
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 we’d 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.
“I want to see if you can handle the fire and ice test,” Kate
told Ray. “Most men can’t. They spurt right away, or freak out
totally. One guy, I’m told, even fainted. But you can, I’m sure. I’m
counting on it,” 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 wasp’s 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. “Rats, they’re all fingerless,” she
said. “Oh well, they’ll give me a little protection, I guess.” 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.
“There, that should keep them from sliding around,” Kate said,
admiring my handiwork when I was done.
“All that trouble just to put on a pair of gloves!” I sighed.
“They’re opera gloves,” she smiled at me. “Except they’re made
of leather and for playing in a dungeon. I’d prefer listening to men
groan instead of women sing, and looking at fat dicks instead of fat
ladies, wouldn’t you?” she asked. I had to admit I agreed.
“Get a cannister of whipped cream from that little fridge over
there,” 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. I’d not seen it
before. I was grateful to Kate’s 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 patient’s 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.
“Oh, delicious!” 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. “Don’t eat the popsicle, dear,” she told me. “Put it up
Ray’s ass!”
“What?!” Ray cried. But I found the suggestion irresistible.
I stuck my popsicle between his rear cheeks and urged him to open
himself to me.
“Do it,” Kate told Ray. “Reach back and open your ass for her
or you’ll get this candle flame right under your cockhead.”
AND IN THE END...
THE VERDICT
On the Women’s Movement
“I am so sick of these rich women sacrificing their kids to
fulfill their own needs.”
- USA TODAY, October 31, 1997, page 3A.
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