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Issue No. 356
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
Our torture continued. Katy skipped between us, giving me a
swift crack and then complimenting Dick with the same. I cried hard.
Dick did not. Old soldiers never cry, they just flail away.
“Well,” Katy said at last, after giving me at least four sharp
weals across the cheeks of my bottom. “I can hardly think of a better
way to end a whipping session than by cleaning out both your bottoms!”
She told Jennifer to fetch the enema kit from the dresser. I looked at
Dick. He did not look at me. I was exhausted from my struggles. I
sensed he was too. I had no idea what time it was or how long we’d been
whipped. I could think only of my bottom, burning desperately, and my
imprisoned nipples. My breasts felt like big captive gourds, hanging
down, their tips trapped, great milk-giving sacs that I could not break
free from the wall. I wished to be young again. To be just a
flat-chested girl with my dreams and my fantasies. I did not want hair
on my cunt and a big bottom with vaselike hips anymore. I wanted to be
free of my woman’s body. I wanted to run and not feel big grapefruit
bouncing on my chest.
“Spread those cheeks for me, darling!” I heard a happy,
honey-dripping voice say behind me. To my horror Katy had actually
gotten the enema equipment rigged up while I hung contemplating my
body. She prised my cheeks open, Jennifer helping her, and I felt her
finger press to my anus and limn it with vaseline. And then she shoved
in the enema tube. It felt like a big oversized pencil being jammed
into my ass. Katy subscribed to the ‘quick is best’ theory, I suppose,
for she punched the tube right in, not warning me, not testing me, just
sticking it right into my vaselined ass.
“Now let’s fill ‘er up!” Jennifer said merrily. She watched in
awe as Katy, agreeing, opened the valve that connected me to the enema
bag. The bag’s contents came running down the tube and gushed into me.
Kneeling on the bench, my bottom hanging, I truly felt like a car being
filled up at a gas station. Katy pressed her hand to the small of my
back to make my bottom protrude more. I felt the enema fluid filling
me. I twisted my bottom about to try to dislodge the tubing. I
squeezed my cheeks. Nothing helped. The fluid kept filling me and all
I could do was accept it.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Katy said to herself. She closed the
valve. “Now let’s go do Dick!” She withdrew the tube from my ass. I
felt a squirting of fluid as the tube popped out, then I clamped my big
cheeks hard together and held the rest within me.
“Oh!” I cried within my gag. How long could I hold this
horrible fluid? My bottom felt like a balloon. My tummy felt as if it
had a competitor, somewhere below and behind it. I was full, full,
full!
I heard a key in a door and heavy footsteps on the stairs. And
then, twisting my head back, I saw him. Sauron! He was dressed in a
richly-embroidered kimono and he had a pipe in his mouth. I stared at
him. And then, mortified, I felt my ass lose the war with the enema and
I showered it out on the floor.
“Good God! What kind of shit is going on down here?” Sauron
roared.
“We’re just playing, dear,” Katy replied. “Look how rosy I
made Kelly’s bottom for you. She’s very sorry that she let your enemy
here fuck her.” Katy gave me a sly look. There was no hiding secrets
from her. She knew, as a girl to a girl, that I’d let Dick fuck me
after he’d won me from Sauron.
“Well, well, I see my former foe has decided to come and dally
with my girlfriend!” Sauron said to Dick. Dick looked over his shoulder
at Sauron and tried bravely not to show fear. “Should I satisfy myself
with cutting your nuts off or should I kill you instead?” Sauron asked.
“His balls are too precious to me for that,” Katy said.
“You are a love slave, nothing more!” Sauron barked at her.
“Yes, master,” Katy answered.
“I could use a penis slave, though,” Sauron mused. He puffed
on his pipe. “The eunuchs of olden days had their balls cut off but
were permitted to retain their penises, for peeing and such,” Sauron
said.
“You must allow us a little more than that, dear Master, but
only for when your strength is at an ebb,” Katy pleaded. She stood
stroking Dick’s haunches. His balls hung beneath, quivering, I was
sure.
Sauron strode up to Dick and grabbed the man’s chin. He
twisted his face toward him. “Did you find my girlfriend irresistible?”
Sauron asked Dick. He could not reply. He was gagged. “Were you
trained so well at the Citadel that you cannot bring yourself to break
free of a sense of duty? All right! I will give you duties, then.
Until you must put out to sea. For the Navy comes first, of course.
But until that time, to keep these females from playing with dildoes, I
will use you as my penis slave. You will do MY bidding in pleasuring
these females, do you see? I cannot be erect all hours of the day, and
we have three females here now, all with naughty cunts that long to be
filled. You will pump them when I cannot. You are lucky, my friend,
that I admire a foe who has beaten me, much as I hate you for doing it.
You are a fool for coming here, but between military men there must be
some considerations given, even for twerps from the Citadel!”
Sauron, who I thought might storm from the room, from our
presence, he was so angry, went behind me instead. He touched his hands
to my hips. His hands were trembling, he was still so filled with
rage. I offered my hurt bottom to him to attempt to placate him.
“Yes, you are truly a gift,” Sauron said. He eased his hands
upward and caught at my bosoms. I felt a probing within the cheeks of
my ass and realized, heart-beatingly, that it was his penis. “Such a
mess you’ve made on the floor!” Sauron said. “I should make you lick it
up, and lick it off my feet too, for I’ve stood in it now!” He jabbed
me with his cockhead. I felt him do it again and this time he managed
to lodge himself a little inside my anal sphincter. I squeezed my
cheeks, trying to expel him, even as I relished the feeling of being
imposed upon by such a big angry man.
“Free her nipples,” Sauron told Jennifer. “They’d get yanked
right off, the way I’m going to fuck her.”
“Yes, master!” Jennifer said and primly saluted him with her
hand, afraid, perhaps, or enlisting herself in his Navy to win his
favor.
I gasped as I felt my breasts suddenly pop free of the wall.
Jennifer unscrewed one, then the other. Sauron felt my tips with
gentle, caring hands, brushing the nipples with his thumbs, softly,
consolingly. He bent and kissed my tousled head. “Now I’m going to
fuck the daylights out of you, my little slave strumpet,” he breathed.
And he did. With my tummy banged up repeatedly against the
wall, with my mouth screaming behind my gag, Sauron fucked me hard in my
behind. He was oblivious to my groans and my moans and my
protestations. He gave me what I’d come for, complete submission, to a
man, to an angry, vengeful man. I was female and he made me receive and
take all he had to give. He pumped me like a lusty steer and I,
cowlike, with my breasts in his gripping hands, with my ass split wide
on his prong, accepted him in my crying depths. When he released me I
hung like a crucified Madonna in my wristcuffs. Slowly, carefully, he
undid me and he carried me upstairs and threw me on his bed and fucked
me again.
Chapter Five
I awoke and rubbed my pussy. I winced as I tried to rise up in
the bed and was made to remember my weals. Sauron slept beside me. I
lay there a moment contemplating him, running my hand over his massive
frame as my fingers touched my pussy, raw from his fuckings. He’d
fucked me once downstairs, in my poor hurting ass, then twice more in
his bed, deep in my pussy.
I looked about but I did not see Katy or Jennifer or Dick. I
wondered if my lover still hung downstairs, perhaps with his balls
shaved, perhaps even still waiting to cum as the girls endlessly teased
him.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Oui, April 1998, $6.99. Oui Magazine, Box 267, Sussex, WI 53089.
“Single copies: $15.00.” (Page 6.) Publisher: Wendi Tush Web
site: http://www.4slut.com
Review: This is a magazine that has been around since the
1970’s. It means “Yes” in French. There are several problems with the
current incarnation of Oui:
1. There’s too much text. At one time, a porno magazine had
to have text in it, or it would be declared “obscene.” Today, there’s
no such requirement. Oui is stocked in the porno section at Tower
Books. Nobody who picks up the magazines in that section is doing it in
order to read articles. They want to look at naked girls. Oui’s
circulation and success will depend directly on how many guys like the
females in it. A page that contains text about, say, auto racing is
just one more chance to miss a sale.
2. The printing quality in Oui is often problematic. For
instance, in an excellent pictorial in this issue, some of the color on
some of the pages is not lined up properly. For every page that is
misprinted, the publisher increases his chance of missing a sale. Guys
like me do not enjoy buying sealed magazines, only to take them home and
open them and find some of the nude photos are misprinted.
Here’s a rule for all porno publishers: If it’s not nude, or
if it is nude but misprinted, you are fucking us and, by doing that,
fucking yourself. With porn on cable T.V., porn on the Web, porn at the
magazine stand, porn in the book rack, and salacious viewing in prime
time, this is a saturated market. Don’t blow your livelihood by giving
your customers a raw deal. That’s a good way to wind up owning a Burger
King franchise, instead of a magazine with nude girls in it.
Another problem I have with Oui is it tends to dwell a little
too much on sex as sex. (In other words, it can tend to get a little
too dirty and raw, at least for me.) This is shown by the fact that
some of the females in this issue tend to look rather old. Take this
pictorial, for instance: “Locker Room Fuck-Off,” page 20. A Woman,
wearing way too much lipstick, plus gaudy jewelry, has sex with some
man. Not only is this chick old (by my standards, anyway), she
apparently is a weight-lifter. AAAAACK!
(On the other hand, if you like older females, and ‘down and
dirty’ sex, this is definitely a magazine you want to follow.)
The reason I bought this issue of Oui is because of the
pictorial, “Kinky College Licks.” (You know if the cover contains the
wording, “3 horny school girls lick, suck & finger their moist pussy
snatches” I’m likely to pick up the magazine.)
Scrub-a-dub-dub, it’s three girls in a tub! Or, actually, in
this case, without one. So they use a bowl instead. It’s made of fine
china, with flowers painted on it. This pictorial isn’t as far-fetched
as it seems. There are, in fact, homes in middle America that contain a
single bathroom, with no shower in it, and just a tub. If for some
reason the tub clogs, or breaks, the people living in the house would,
in fact, have to resort to a “bowl bath” to get clean.
In this pictorial, three college girls sharing the rent in a
house in middle America must have bathtub trouble, because they’re
forced to share a bowl in order to scrub up for their Friday night
dates. It must be a little cold in the house too, for the girls begin
their bath by keeping their shirts and bras on. (Yes! The pictorial
opens with a delicious shot of three bare-bottomed girls gathered around
the bowl.)
Only one of the girls, a brunette, is really cute. The other
two are blondes and, unfortunately, look a bit like sluts. However,
there are some compensating factors even here. One blonde, in addition
to looking slutty, has a fun, mischievous gleam in her eyes, which
enhances the pictorial. The other blonde has a pierced tongue. It
looks rather sexy, trailing its way up and down the other girls’ nude
bodies.
I especially liked the shots of the girls smiling at each
other. There’s nothing better than seeing girls smiling, especially
when they’re being naughty! I also liked seeing them smile at the
camera man.
Unfortunately, there is a problem with this pictorial. Many of
the photos in it are the size of a quarter-page. (I.e., four photos per
page.) Because of Oui’s less-than-stellar printing, the photos in this
pictorial are difficult to enjoy.
Here’s what should have been done with this pictorial. Each
photo should have been the size of a full page. A problem arises, of
course: the average photo is wider than a standard 8 1/2 x 11 inch
page. What to do? My suggestion would be to print each photo
sideways. That’s right! A guy would, of course, then be holding the
magazine like a flip chart. He would flip the pages up, instead of from
left to right. In this way, each of the photos in the pictorial could
be enjoyed. They would be large enough so that even if the printing
weren’t excellent, he would still have something he could admire.
A chronic problem in all porno magazines is printing a nice
photo across two pages. This often ruins the photo. You wind up with a
big ‘line’ going down through a girl’s butt. Or the thickness of the
magazine causes the photo to have a bent appearance, spoiling it.
(Unless you take the magazine apart, cut the two sections of the
photograph out, and paste them together, flat, on a clean sheet of
paper. A big job.)
I would like to see somebody publish a magazine with all
sideways pages in it. You could even call the magazine “Sideways Sex.”
Print the cover normally, so when the magazine is standing up in the
newsrack it looks just like the rest. But, inside, fill the magazine
with nothing but full-page sideways photos. Each photo would be longer
than it is wide. This would be excellent for most photos, since often
the girl in the photo is kneeling, or lying down. Instead of
‘splashing’ a photo across two pages, wrecking it, you would have a
magazine full of photos that are unmarred. Additionally, each page
would be the same dimensions as a movie screen! A movie screen is wider
than it is tall. I figure, if that dimension is good enough for Titanic
and Star Wars, it’s good enough (if not perfect) for a porno magazine.
You could even go one step further. In some sections of the
magazine, you could have ‘normal’ photos, that are ‘standing up.’ In
other sections, you could have sideways photos. As long as the reader
doesn’t feel there’s no rhyme or reason to which way a photo is aligned,
he won’t mind.
For instance, the pictorial might start with ‘standing up’
photos. These would be the ‘introductory’ photos, where we see, first,
the girl’s face close-up. Then we see her at work, at school, and at
play. These photos are ‘standing up’ too.
Now, it’s time for her to get naked! So the pictorial switches
to the perfect format for that: sideways photos.
Finally, as the centerfold is reached, the photo alignment
switches back to ‘standing up’ photos. (Since, despite being placed in
the magazine sideways, a centerfold is usually shot with the girl
standing.)
The most important thing to understand is that big, full-page
photos are what the viewer is looking for. Don’t waste a single page of
your magazine on text that can be used for nudity! The average porno
magazine should look just like Life magazine: big, full-page photos,
with a minimum of text. If I want to read, I’ll buy a book.
(In fact, some guys are known to have a sex paperback in one
hand, and a porno magazine in the other hand! In which case there need
be no text at all in the porno magazine.)
Besides the ‘3 girls bathing’ pictorial, there isn’t much else
of interest in this issue, except the ads. Check out the fine “Nasty
Kinky Women” ad near the back of the magazine. A lovely blonde wearing
black gloves, a gown, and lacy black underthings gets her panties pulled
open by another girl. The other girl, inexplicably, is checking with
her palm to see if the blonde’s pussy is wet. Why? I’m not sure.
Perhaps the blonde has just arrived at a private party, where nobody’s
allowed in unless they’re moist between the legs.
Another great ad is this one: “19 yr old begs: Fuck me quick
before daddy catches us.”
When the ads are better than the magazine, you know the
magazine isn’t living up to its potential. Sadly, Oui isn’t the only
magazine I’ve bought that has this problem.
America doesn’t need more porn. It needs better porn.
AND IN THE END...
“The barrage of ‘zine commentary, columnizing and contrarian
analyses of the latest media spins can be numbing, not to say
superfluous.”
- TIME, March 23, 1998, pg. 66.
(And those 95 Theses that guy Martin Luther tacked up -- what a
superfluity that was! - h.j.)
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