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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 293
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Three
Sherry lit candles for us. They were set in the wall. When
she was done she blew her candle in the boat holder out. I gazed about
me. I pressed my arms together in front of me, nervously, and regarded
my strange surroundings. It looked like some perverted room Bilbo
Baggins might retreat to when he had ladyfriends over. It was a stone
chamber, filled with equipment. Jeff and Sherry had anything and
everything a girl’s mother always warned her to never encounter. The
kinds of things I imagined strangers owned, when I was a little girl.
Big paddles, with holes cut through them. Masks and hoods and
blindfolds. A whipping post, and beside it a cage, so small a girl
could only crouch inside. A rape rack was built into one wall where a
girl could be tied and fucked standing up. Next to it a trestle stood
where a girl could be bent over and fucked. Like Jeff had warned me,
there was no bed anyplace. Just a stone floor and endless variations on
torture equipment.
“Welcome to our dungeon,” Sherry said to me. “You’re a little
overdressed for it at the moment but we’ll take care of that.” I turned
from my fearful appraisal of the room to see her bringing a big
double-decker cake out from what looked to be a kitchenette. She laid
it down on a table with cuffs on it. The table was obviously designed
to be something a girl could be punished on, but for the moment it would
just be an ordinary table, with our cake on top of it. Next she went
back to the kitchen and returned with a chilled bottle of liquor. She
set it down next to the cake. She went back to the kitchen and brought
out two wine glasses.
“Is there a bathroom down here?” I asked. I remembered I had
to pee. My need was quite pronounced now. I put a hand to my pussy to
still my desire to pee right then and there, on their floor.
Sherry laughed. “Down here? No, darling. Jeff will have you
pee when it suits him. If you can’t hold it, of course, you’ll get
extra punishment. It’s your choice.” Pleadingly I turned and looked at
Jeff. He was expressionless. And quite naked. His big cock stood up
stiff and demanding. Didn’t he have to pee?
I turned back to Sherry to see her coming at me with a knife.
“Sherry! I’m sorry--I don’t have to pee!” I cried. (Even though I
did.)
“Silly, I’m just going to cut off all these clothes you’re
wearing,” she said.
“All these--?” I began. But she resolutely put her knife to my
bra. With the sharp end of her knife pointing outward she cut the slim
string that held my cups on and they both popped off. There was nothing
left of my bra except the neck tie, with the center string right between
my bosoms cut away. But she insisted on cutting the neck tie too. The
remains of my bra, severed and useless, fell to the floor.
“Now for your panties,” Sherry said.
“Sherry, its cold down here and--” I began, but my plea went
unanswered. She put her knife along my hip, slipping it under my
drawstring, and slashed away my panties. They quickly skittered down my
legs. They did not wait to be cut again, like my bra.
“There, that’s better,” Sherry smiled. She handed me the
knife. “Now do me. We mustn’t have anything left to wear.”
“Well, I can’t wear my bikini again, there’s no question about
that,” I said ruefully. It lay in pieces on the floor and I doubted any
seamstress could reattach those little strings.
Reluctantly I lifted the knife and put it between her breasts.
“Well, they were kind of uncomfortable bikinis,” I mused.
“Yes,” Sherry agreed. I cut her bra open. She gave a little
yelp as her nipples sprang out. “Sorry, I just-- careful with that
knife!” Sherry said.
I looked at her nipples. They were long and delicate and my
knife was big and sharp. Did I hate her for bringing me down here? No,
I didn’t. I’d asked to come. At least I think I had. I put my knife
down to her panties. “In Africa they cut off a girl’s clit,” I said
aloud.
“I know,” Sherry answered. Her voice had a little tremble in
it. I cut her panties away. They fell down her legs.
“Now let’s cut the cake,” Sherry said. She took the knife back
from me. We left our ruined bikinis lying in the floor. We walked over
to the table and Jeff followed us. Sherry took a match and lit the
candles on top of the cake. There were a lot of them. She said each
one was for a time her husband had fucked her. They were more newly
married than I’d thought.
When all the candles were lit Sherry took me by the hand.
“We’ve got to blow them out together, and promise to serve Jeff to the
best of our ability,” she told me.
“Alright,” I answered. “Do I get to pee then?”
“You may pee whenever you wish. Just be prepared to be
punished for it,” Sherry said. “Don’t you think I have to pee too?”
She squeezed my hand. “Do your best, or we’re both in for a royal
spanking.” With that, she drew in her breath. I followed her example.
I didn’t know what else to do. I still didn’t want a spanking, even one
made for royalty! Our bosoms rose high on our chests. We blew. Our
bosoms shook as we exhaled over the scented candles.
“You missed one,” Jeff said when we’d blown all our air out.
“Oh, no!” Sherry cried. She bent and blew quickly again, her
bare breasts swaying sweetly beneath her. The candle went out, but it
was too late. It counted against us. “I knew I shouldn’t have smoked
in high school,” Sherry said regretfully.
“Let’s eat first. I’m hungry,” Jeff said. “Cut the cake.”
“Thank God for your stomach,” Sherry said. She turned and
regarded him. His tummy was flat and hard but he loved cake, and we
couldn’t help but love him for that! “Don’t you have to pee, dear?”
Sherry asked her husband as she sliced into our cake. He said nothing.
All men have big bladders. At least all the ones with big cocks do. I
guess that’s why us girls have to go so often. We have nothing but
pussies!
Sherry gave me a slice of cake first. She lifted it with her
hands. “Don’t you have plates?” I asked.
“Of course not, dear,” Sherry smiled. “We go primitive down
here. Take this piece. It has a flower on it and Jeff doesn’t like the
flowers.” I accepted the cake.
“Um, how do I eat it?” I asked.
“Just break off pieces and put them in your mouth,” Sherry
smiled. “It’s finger food!”
We stood around eating our cake. I tried to eat as daintily as
I could, and Sherry did too. I didn’t really want cake all over me.
Jeff ate casually, like a man does, not really caring whether he makes a
mess or not. I guess it was he who’d insisted on no plates or forks,
just a big knife. This dungeon seemed to be perfect for men and their
fantasies. Jeff’s crop waited on the table for him while he munched on
his cake.
“I wanted chocolate. This is vanilla,” he told Sherry.
“It’s Angel’s Food cake, dear,” Sherry corrected him.
“Well, no matter, you’re getting spanked already for not
blowing out all the candles, plus embarrassing me by laughing outside.”
“For laughing?” Sherry asked. “We were allowed to laugh if we
wanted.”
“Says who?” Jeff asked.
“Um, yes master,” Sherry replied. She looked at me and rolled
her eyes. I hoped Jeff wasn’t really serious. It sounded like we were
both in for a serious tanning, and I still had to go to the bathroom!
PERVERT ALERT!
For Girls 9 - 12
Recently a little girl told me, “I plan NEVER to marry. And
I’m very worried about MEN. My teacher told me they’re BAD.” And she
wanted to know what she could do to protect herself.
I told her in no uncertain terms. “Two words,” I said. “Study
porn.” I told her to read any sex stories she could find, and study any
nudie pictures she could get hold of (illegal or legal, since she’s too
little to get into trouble looking at illegal pictures). And I felt
pretty proud of my advice. I felt it was innovative, like the new
program invented to update D.A.R.E. After all, our society is
constantly changing. A responsible society can’t simply rest on the
laurels of its past successes. That’s why Greece isn’t glorious
anymore, and Rome is no longer grand. (Unless you’re a Catholic.)
Travelling home that day on the bus, I found something really
amazing. I know you girls in elementary school receive all kinds of
instruction about pedophiles, and are given booklets describing all the
different child molesters, and their methods of operation. (One guy,
who just got out of prison, told me he used one of those booklets to
become a “more effective” child molester.)
So I figured, as a responsible citizen, it was my duty to share
with you what I found on the bus. It is really disgusting. Please
don’t read this if your parents wouldn’t want you to. I don’t want to
get in trouble. But if you’re concerned about being molested, or
approached, or looked at, this is for you. Study it so you know more
about the dangers you face.
(And don’t worry. I didn’t think this up. I would never think
up something like this, even if I was pissed that the “controversial”
bikini just introduced by the Miss America Pageant looks like something
out of the 1930’s.)
BEAUTY CONTEST
And Scholarship Program
Purpose: “To reflect little girls today, but at the same time maintain
the traditions that have made little girls such an important part of
humanity’s cultures and history.”
Also: “To symbolize choice, individuality, and permission for 9- to
12-year-old girls to be who they really are.” (Contest entry is
voluntary.)
Age Requirement: 9 - 12
Gender: female
Pageant Competitions:
Leadership: To be a leader in beauty, showing off the best genes your
family lineage has to offer.
Ambition: To display a desire to reflect the long tradition of females
as natural art, decorations, and ornaments.
Education: To show a desire to learn all the sexual techniques that
today’s youngest girls are taking upon themselves to acquire.
Poise: To be utterly ravishing, and without embarrassment, no matter
how little you’re wearing.
Charm: To ‘knock out’ the judges, despite being no older than 12.
Grooming: To have the longest hair possible, the best summer tan, and
perfectly painted toenails and fingernails.
Pageant Attire:
(There will be three segments, each featuring different attire.)
Evening Wear: Pretend you’re going to a cocktail party and wear the
sexiest, most shocking dress you can find. “Sex Appeal” and
“Striptease” should be the goals of your outfit. (But it MUST be a
dress, and it must be sturdy enough to stay on you at least until you’ve
gotten halfway across the stage.)
Bikini Contest:
Top: Optional
Bottom:
Backside (of panties): Optional
Sides (of panties): String, no thicker than a human hair.
Front (of panties): No more than one inch in height.
(If your bikini falls apart before you reach the stage, just carry it,
and you will receive full credit for wearing it.)
Nudity Contest: (There are three areas that will be stressed):
Tits: Tits must be thrust forward. (No excuses for girls who are
‘titless.’ Show what you have, and you will be given full credit.)
Walking: Cross your legs as you walk (see brochure for details). Hips
should sway at all times. Exaggerated swaying IS encouraged!
Ass/Cunt: Each should be presented, alternately, so all the judges get
a good look at your most important assets.
CONTESTANTS MUST WEAR FOUR-INCH SPIKED HEELS AT ALL TIMES.
(Judges are available to hold your hands as you walk, if needed. No
point deductions will be made if you need your hands held.)
Personal Interview: Each contestant will be privately interviewed by
one or more judges. Contestants will be judged on their awareness of
their body, their knowledge of sex, and their admiration of men.
(Memorize the included list of “Great Men of History, and Their
Accomplishments”, to maximize your performance in the “admiration of
men” section of the interview.) (If you can’t memorize, you will be
provided the option of admiring the physique of the judges who are
interviewing you.)
Talent:
Popping Out of a Birthday Cake: Contestant will pop out of a birthday
cake, and be squirted with whipped cream by the judges.
Criticizing Feminists: Contestants will be asked to think up as many
bad things about “bossy women,” “bossy moms,” and feminists as possible,
and to share them with the audience. (Contestants who can’t think up
anything will be given hints by the judges. Or, memorize the enclosed:
“Don’t like your mom? Neither do we!”)
Phallus Sucking: All girls need to learn to suck phallus, and this is
the place to learn if you haven’t already! (If you don’t know what a
phallus is, don’t worry, you’ll be helped with this part when you
arrive.)
Toilette Etiquette: Each girl will be asked to relieve herself.
(Plenty of natural spring water and buns will be provided for girls who
require assistance.)
Enforcement of Traditional Values: Each contestant will be expected to
identify a feminist in her life, and tell what she would do if given the
opportunity to arrest and imprison her. (Note: read the enclosed
section, “FEMINISM: America’s Shame” for suggestions on what to do
about feminists.)
Date: September 3, 1997. (Dates with the various judges are also
available, if you want to go out with them after the contest.)
Time: 3:00 p.m. (Conveniently scheduled after school, for those girls
who are required to be in school on this day.)
Note: Latecomers will be denied entry, unless you got lost.
Location: 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW (Washington)
I was going to investigate this location myself, but
unfortunately I no longer live in the area. However, I DO recommend to
any law enforcement authorities that they stage a full scale, SWAT team
assault on the place. (“Dynamic entry,” like Waco.) Don’t ask
questions. That might tip the perverts off. And remember, if you
encounter any resistance, shoot to kill. The safety of our police is
paramount.
Kill those sickos!
AND IN THE END...
“In a world where hard-core sex magazines are displayed inches
away from Vogue on many urban newsstands and X-rated flicks jostle
Disney cartoons at the video store, it’s no wonder Miss America has
begun to seem more like Miss Anachronism.”
- T.V. Guide, August 23, 1997, pg. 14.
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- note: I deleted this part, so as not to excite any girls into
entering that pageant. (I’d hate to see any girl skip school just so
she could be admired by half the planet!) (Who needs that?)
Pageant Prize: A scholarship centerfold in Little Miss Muffin magazine,
plus a 30 word interview! (The cost of the set, makeup, coiffure (incl.
barrettes), lighting, camera, film, any needed clothing, and magazine
publication and distribution will be entirely borne by the publisher!)
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