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Seed to Clone Playboy Playmates
Riverside, Ill. - “God made man in his image, and he made Eve.
Now I, a man made in God’s image, shall make Eve too!” Dr. Richard Seed
said at a press conference today.
“Furthermore, 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.”
Pressed by reporters, Seed revealed additional information.
“I’m not dicking around,” Seed said. “This is serious work I’m 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 you’re wealthy. But unattractive.
Girls say ‘no’ 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 she’s brand new, you won’t have to put up with her
stories about previous boyfriends. You’re 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.)
“Now another question arises,” Seed said. “What 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 they’re 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. ‘That way I won’t get in trouble for sexually
harassing or molesting anybody,’ holy joe told me, ‘but I’ll still be
able to sire offspring.’”
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab Crab the dog
Issue No. 329
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter One
“You have lovely skin,” Katy said, looking down at me. “I’ll
enjoy marking it.”
“I’d rather sun myself,” I said. I was beginning to feel weak
in the knees. I’d have run and bolted away if the man behind me weren’t
so gorgeous. Just showing my bottom to him made me moisten between my
thighs.
“Of course. Most American girls would,” Katy replied. “Stupid
girls. You’ll learn to care for your skin here. You’ll have lots of
practise.”
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.
“Yeeowch!” I blurted. But I was so amazed by her delicacy that
I didn’t 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 I’d given her. It was a light, well
made horse whip, not too thin, made for breaking in ponies. I’d chosen
the safest one I could find. I remembered Jasmine’s crop, long and
icicle-like, thin to make me smart and burn and hop.
“She tried to get out of her obligations by buying a toy,”
Sauron observed. His voice was deep and gravelly. He loomed over my
bottom, eyeing it.
“It’s not a toy, Master, it’s a pony whip,” Katy said. “We can
whip her longer with it.”
“Give her rump another slash,” Sauron said. “I like seeing her
fanny bounce.”
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.
“Finish the water,” 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 she’d hit me. I hoped
that was all they wanted.
Katy’s 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 Katy’s 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. He’d wet it
in the dribblings of his own sperm.
I felt him intrude.
“You’re tight,” he told me. Gasping, my bottoms forcibly
parted by his housekeeper, I could barely reply. When I did my breath
spoke into Katy’s open mouth.
“Yessss,” I hummed. Katy fed within my lips, licking up her
Master’s sperm that he’d 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.
“You will have to be opened,” Master said to me in my hot
burning ears. I felt his finger stab deep between the cheeks of my ass.
“Yeth,” I managed. My tongue was caught by Katy’s teeth and
she bit it. Lightly, but holding it fast so that I couldn’t speak. I
pushed my bottom back. It hurt, I didn’t 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 he’d 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.
“Sauron! No!” 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.
“Ackckgh!” I cried. My lips broke from Katy’s. I felt as if a
big barbecue poker had been stuck up my ass. Sauron’s 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.
“You will have to learn to endure much more than this if you
expect to take my cock properly,” 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 dog’s collar. Katy picked it up with two fingers, as if
afraid to touch it. She brought it to me.
“I don’t need a collar,” I protested, but she looped it around
my neck. She slipped the collar’s 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.
“There. You do need a collar my dear. Have you ever tried to
catch hold of a dog that isn’t collared? Or a kitty?”
“It’s difficult,” I gulped. Katy circled one of my nipples
with her fingertip. She kissed my nose.
“Yes, but now you’ll be less difficult, hmmm?” Katy asked. I
said nothing. “Let me find you a leash. We’re going out in public!”
“What?” 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?”
There were several leashes hanging on the wall. Katy selected
a red one and brought it to me. She clipped it around my collar.
“Here, my dear, we live by Master’s schedule. He has cum. He doesn’t
need any more sex right now. But he’s dying to show you off.” 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. “I have
to cum too, love. But I’ve learnt obedience,” she sighed. I felt her
navel rise and touch mine, both of us seeking, our tummies rubbing, our
‘innie’ belly buttons as useless as our sighs were.
“Come, let’s get you cleaned up a little,” Katy said to me.
“We can shower together.” She looked at her Master. “Prudishly, of
course, like good girls,” she said to him with a smile.
We went upstairs and she bathed me. Her hands were careful.
They did not seek as they’d 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 wasn’t 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. We’d 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.
“What a pretty pet!” she smiled.
“Her name’s Kelly,” Katy said. She ran a finger along my
bikini bottoms and I felt them begin to inch toward my asscrack again.
“Well I’m pleased to meet you, Kelly,” our hostess said to me.
She spoke to me as if I were a 5-year-old child. “My name’s Miriam,”
she said. I said nothing back. I felt belittled by her. “Such a
perfect pet! She doesn’t even speak!” Miriam laughed. She looked
beyond me, then, out to the street. “I hope nobody saw her wearing that
leash!”
“I kept it close to my body. Nobody saw,” Katy assured her.
For in addition to my heels and my glamourous earrings, and my
uncomfortable bikini, I wore my brown leather dog’s collar with its red
leash.
“Let’s hope not!” Miriam said. She urged us inside. “I don’t
want the cops busting me for my little business ventures,” she said in a
hushed, happy voice.
“You’re a madam?!” I blurted. Sauron shut the front door just
as I spoke.
“Why yes, dear, your Master’s paying me to bring you here,”
Miriam smiled. She touched my face. “Come, let’s show you to the other
guests. And no talking, please. You’re a pet, not a person.” Miriam
spun on her heels and walked away. Katy tugged at my leash and we
followed. I gazed at Miriam’s 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 I’d 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, she’d worn the same kind. Master, of course, wasn’t 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, “Stupid Girl,” 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, “Is she really there?”
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 I’m going out of my mind
Where have you gone?
I miss you much
It’s 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
“And as you can see, in the instance above, if she doesn’t 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,” Dr. Seed told reporters.
AND IN THE END...
“Be fruitful, and multiply.”
- Genesis 9:1.
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