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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 337
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Two
A bristling array of crops began beating on any bottom
available. I soon found myself consumed by tears as crop after crop
stung my hiney. It was like dancing in a thornbush! Little whips and
stiff crops and even the occasional cat found my fanny. I sobbed. I
kept dancing, unable to stop, lest they really make me feel some pain.
All around me, moving in the darkness, women and men, sometimes
exchanging weapons, sometimes hitting each other, made play with our
bottoms. Even men were struck in the frenzy. No one was spared as the
music wore on. Screams pervaded the room. I saw the white-tailed
waiters changing out food and plates. They must have thought us mad,
beating each other in the glowing darkness. Anglos with nothing better
to do than give each other doses of pain.
I watched the dongs of the naked men as we danced. It was my
one pleasure. How odd those long, hard lances of flesh looked, all
brightly painted, as they waggled in the air, wiggling like worms caught
out in the moonlight. I longed for a whip so I could tear through the
crowd, striking at penises left and right.
The lights came up. Too soon, too soon, I thought, though my
hands flew at once to my bottom. I wanted to play with those
glow-in-the-dark penises I’d seen all around me. Now, in the light,
they seemed less mysterious, though I found they were no less
appealing.
“My ass hurts,” Jennifer sobbed. She hung her head and stood
weeping. I rubbed my own tushy. It was burning like mad and I squeezed
my cheeks, hoping to throw off the pain, but the squeezing only made the
lines on my ass burn more deeply.
The men laughed. They stood around watching as their female
slaves commiserated with each other. The men too had been struck, but
men are bred to be tough and they seemed to hardly notice the state of
their own tushies. Katy turned and showed me her bottom.
“How red is it?” she asked.
“You could pretend you’re a road map,” I replied. Bright pink
and red lines seared her white peach. She squeezed it as I looked and I
wanted to drop to my knees and lick it for her. And have her lick mine
in turn.
“You danced very well, dear,” a woman said to Jennifer. With
appreciative hands she rewarded Jennifer by removing her breast clamps.
Jennifer yelped as the clamps came off. Then she studied her breasts,
lifting her hands to her nipples and squeezing them gently. I again
felt a need to console, and this time I didn’t hold back. I dashed to
her and kissed her neck for permission.
“Don’t,” Jennifer told me. She’d had enough of others, their
clamps and their mouths and their tongues. She wanted to nurse her
nipples herself.
I stepped back. A hand caught mine as I drew back from
Jennifer. It was Miriam.
“Come, both of you. We must see which one will fuck you,”
Miriam said. She did not have to take Jennifer’s hand. The girl looked
up, hopefully, then followed along behind me as Miriam led me to a large
pile of cushions.
“This is the love hump,” Miriam said. She let me examine the
pile a moment. The cushions were mounded so that when I lay down upon
them, part of me would be on the floor, while the rest of me would be
lofted high into the air, displayed.
“Let me fix her bottom for her first,” Katy offered. She
hurried up with a jar of cold cream. She turned me around and I winched
as she palmed my hiney. She spread the cream on my bottom to soothe my
welts. I realized that all around me lovers were now tending to each
other’s hineys. I let Katy do me, prying my cheeks apart unnecessarily
in the process, stabbing at my hole with her finger just to let me know
she was still Mistress and I was still Sauron’s slave. He watched me
from a distance. Sharon was rubbing salve on his butt where she, or
someone, had whipped him.
Every female in the room now displayed marks from the dance.
They were not vicious, just bright red, some with ridges where a blow
had been stuck with extra vivaciousness. There was a sense of passion
in the room, mingled with the scent of precum and vaginal moistness. We
were all quite bare, stripped to our heels, hiding nothing. Tomorrow
we’d be back in the world, wearing clothes, visiting separate restrooms,
but for now all was revealed and our ardor promised soon to be
quenched. The men who still sported hard-ons, and there were many,
gazed about them with a sense of possession now. The time of teasing
was drawing to a close. Miriam would permit the orgy soon.
The room looked slightly depleted. I guessed a few, cloaked by
darkness, had chosen to hurry their affairs by stealing away to a
bedroom. The rest waited for Miriam’s signal. Their bodies glowed. I
felt a sheen of sweat on my skin and knew I yearned for a conclusion as
much as the others did. Despite my little venture with Colleen and
John, I was still hungry. Every moment made my belly swim with new
thoughts, new speculations. I found the display of raw penis all around
me to be irresistible.
VIDEO REVIEW
by holy joe
Playboy’s Sorority Girls, $19.95. VHS Tape, Color, 57 minutes. PBV
0813. Playboy: 1-800-423-9494. Playboy: www1.playboy.com/catalog/
Review: Sitting here in my dumpster, Tiffany Taylor stares
worshipfully out at me from a photograph on the wall. And (take note,
feminists) I stare worshipfully back at her. And I’m wondering, of all
the new Playboy videos, why did none of them feature Tiffany? I mean,
it’s been obvious for months that all of us guys are crazy about her.
And, not to upset anyone, but she’s getting older every day. If her
look of worshipful, youthful innocence is to be captured, it has to be
done soon. In her first photos, printed in last year’s magazine,
Playboy’s College Girls, she displayed an amazing range of emotion. She
could be, in one photo, the most naive virgin. And in the next, she
could look like a (high school) dominatrix.
In Tiffany’s more recent photos some of that emotional range
seems to be gone. She can still look fairly innocent, but it’s a
college girl innocence. And we all know about them. Looking innocent
one minute--bombed out of their minds at a frat party the next. It’s
not the same as the worshipful sort of lily-white virgin innocence that
you see in Tiffany’s earliest photos.
There is a trajectory that a girl takes: it’s from worshipful
(or challenging) snub-nosed innocence to the 40-something, been-there,
done-that look. I have nothing against guys who like older women.
(Somebody has to, after all, just like somebody has to own all those
dogs in the world, and take them for walks in the park, and pick up
their turds after they poop.) But there’s something magical about
girls. A sense of wonder, of innocence. It’s the difference between an
8-year-old at Disneyland, and some woman grousing about the price of the
ticket to get into the place. In between there’s the young wife, still
fun, but not as full of wide-eyed fun as a younger girl would be.
It’s a pity that in modern America, only the Woman figure is
lawfully celebrated. It wasn’t always that way. When you see film
footage of the 1960’s, you’re struck by how everything then was devoted
to girl-worship. There were a lot of girls, back then. Unfortunately,
they all got jealous, envious, and old, and decided to do all they could
to hang on to their sexual potency. Hence, we live in today’s legal
climate. Everything is devoted to requiring (yes, requiring!) the
American male to like women. One is reminded of Soviet Russia, with its
requirement that you be an atheist, and love communism. Lots of people
were sent to the gulag to keep that requirement in force. The result,
of course, was that, in the end, nobody in Russia wanted to be a
communist anymore. And the church is more powerful than ever.
So now I return to the subject of Playboy videos. Three new
videos were released recently: Playboy’s Erotic Underground, Playboy’s
Sex on the Beach, and Playboy’s Sorority Girls. NONE of them featured
Tiffany Taylor. NONE of them featured any ‘celebrity’ girl, who’s been
newly discovered in the last year and featured as a Playboy Playmate or
as a model, like Tiffany, in Playboy’s Newsstand Special magazines. You
would think that Playboy would want to capitalize on the Playmates, by
putting them in Sex on the Beach. Nope. Sorry. You’d think Playboy
would want to put all those new, young models from their Newsstand
Special magazines into the video Sorority Girls. Nope.
And there is another matter: the quality of Playboy
‘storylines’ in their videos. I once saw a video, back in 1984, called
Playboy’s Playmate Rafting Adventure. That was a good video! There
wasn’t enough time spent lingering over the girls, and watching them
play, but at least there was *some* footage of that. And it was
authentic footage, too. When Lisa Ann Pedrianni is sitting stark naked
in a pool of hot spring water on a wintry day, and says, “I’m cold!” she
is! She’s really cold! And when another Playmate makes her get out of
the water and stand there and soap herself, and then pours water over
her head, Lisa really, truthfully screams with delight. It’s not fake.
And you do hear her scream. You don’t hear some third-rate song being
played, as you watch ‘faked’ action, as is the case in a modern Playboy
video.
The farther back in time you go, the more playful and realistic
Playboy’s videos become. I remember seeing a video made in the late
1970’s. A bunch of Playmates are standing in a swimming pool, at the
Playboy mansion. They are wearing their bikini bottoms, but they’re
topless. They are standing in water that is waist deep. One of the
Playmates tells the other Playmates that they’re going to do exercises.
So we have this endearing scene of all the Playmates obeying another
Playmate, doing the exercises she tells them to do. The one exercise I
remember from the video is this: all the Playmates lift up their arms.
They hold their arms uplifted and begin to squeeze their hands
together. The effect of this is that it ‘exercises’ their bosoms. It
makes their naked tits, which are hanging bare off their chests, wiggle
rhythmically, in time to the squeezing of their hands. One shot in
particular that I remember is of a Playmate with a sweet, pixie face.
She’s got lovely big boobs. She’s blushing as she’s squeezing her
hands, which makes her boobs bounce around. She’s feeling both sexy,
and embarrassed. All the Playmates were a little embarrassed to be
doing such a lascivious exercise. And yet they felt sexy, and healthy,
doing it. The camera catches all of it: their willingness to be
naughty, their embarrassment, their wholesome, naive sexiness. That was
a good video. And it was a real video, too. The girls weren’t just
posing. They were real, beautiful girls, standing topless in waist deep
water ‘exercising’ their titties.
I remember another video. It was Lisa Ann Pedrianni’s Video
Centerfold. In her centerfold she slips out of her panties, very
sexily. Then, still wearing a t-shirt, which is woefully small, and can
barely contain her big bosoms, she lies on her belly and eats jelly
beans. There is a fantastic close-up shot of her picking up a jelly
bean and eating it. As she pops it in her mouth she smiles, both sexily
and with some embarrassment. The camera catches it all and it is
wonderful to look at. Later, she kneels (yes, kneels! submissively!),
and gazes with wondrous big eyes at the camera. Then she looks away,
self-consciously, and grabs hold of her too-small t-shirt and yanks it
up over her bosoms. You see her kneeling there, her bush showing, her
panties long gone, kneeling, and you watch as her newly liberated bosoms
wiggle all over the place. If you stop the tape at the right place you
can stare at her with her shirt up over her head, covering her face, and
her titties newly bare, and her bush showing between her submissively
kneeling legs. In the background, there is a teddy bear. Just out of
view is the small plate of jelly beans she was eating from. Ahhhhhhh!
In Playboy’s Sorority Girls, there’s nothing like that. None
of the girls are camera shy. They are all camera-savvy. Some of them,
you could probably film them having sex, and they wouldn’t give a hoot.
But there is a little bit of sensitivity displayed by some girls in some
of the scenes, although it’s not much.
In one scene, two coeds strip naked and get on a bed and rub
oil all over each other. There’s a little bit of self-consciousness,
and sensitivity displayed in that scene. Not a lot, but at least there
is a little. Neither girl is fantastically attractive, but it is
reasonably fun to watch. Once. I couldn’t bring myself to watch it
twice. It was too boring for that.
In another scene, a girl takes off her clothes in a library.
That scene was slow and, ultimately, boring. Here’s a tip for Playboy:
when a girl is finally undressed, have her get messy. Don’t just end
the video. Hand her a can of whipped cream and have her squirt it on
her bush. ANYTHING to simulate, in some way, her innate sexiness, and
her readiness for sex. Like, for instance, you could have two girls
undress in the library, and then toss a water balloon back and forth
between them. The image of the balloon, filled with water, wobbling
through the air as it’s tossed, helps create a sense of the wetness, of
the fluid exchange that characterizes sex. The whole point of a Playboy
video is to delve into sex, but in a teasing, artistic way... a way that
can be more powerful than, say, in a standard porn video. To see a girl
simply undress, however, falls short. There must be something more than
that. A popped champagne bottle, a burst water balloon, a can of
whipped cream, something must conclude the video with the message, ‘this
girl has been fucked.’ Sure, you didn’t actually see a guy stick his
dick in her. But a champagne bottle sprayed white, foamy champagne all
over her belly. That would be a decent ending. If she simply
undresses, as in the actual library scene in this video, and then the
scene ends, one could conclude that she was merely changing her clothes
in order to play women’s basketball.
Another scene I remember from this video, Sorority Girls, is of
a girl at a laundromat. She is the prettiest girl in this video. She
has a body that is absolutely perfect, and a high-quality face. There
is an excellent segment in which she pulls down her panties. She pulls
them off her bottom, but leaves them just covering her bush in front.
Then, with her panties ringing her legs, she walks. How lovely that
segment is! One imagines she’s being told, by a Master, “We must go to
the dungeon now, for your whipping.” And she trots obediently along
behind him, nervously pulling her panties down, as he’s commanded, but
too scared to take them all the way off.
Another excellent aspect of the laundromat scene is the fact
that the girl’s nipples are hard. This girl has perfect breasts, and
she’s *excited* about being filmed in the nude. Her nipples stick out
like long buttons, begging to be pressed. She tugs at them with her
fingers. The whole time, dancing and prancing around the laundromat,
pulling on her stiff nipples, she continues to wear her shoes. They are
new, white tennis shoes, and she wears them with new white socks.
There’s something very erotic about seeing this girl totally nude, but
with her shoes still on.
Do you remember the ‘sporting events’ that Playboy used to
hold, back in the 1970’s? How wonderful it would have been to see
several perfect girls, like the laundromat girl, competing in naughty
sports events. They might start by wearing teensy bikinis, and new
tennis shoes, and wind up all messy, and naked, their bikinis gone, but
still wearing their brand-new shoes. That would be a great video!
Unfortunately, there’s no footage like that in Playboy’s Sorority
Girls. It falls, alas, into the category of, “I liked watching it once,
but I don’t feel like watching it twice.” I would grudgingly recommend
buying it, however, to see the girl in the laundromat. She is utterly,
totally perfect, and if you watch her in slow-motion you will enjoy
yourself. Unless, that is, you prefer dogs and older women.
A postscript: The latest Playboy catalogue, in mentioning
Playboy’s Sorority Girls, advertises it as containing “a hot group
shower.” There is no group shower in Sorority Girls. That’s in the
Playboy’s Cheerleaders video. The catalogue, in speaking of Sorority
Girls, also mentions “an all-nude car wash.” While Sorority Girls does
contain a car wash, it’s not very fun to watch. There’s a much better
car wash in Playboy’s Cheerleaders. You’ll need to watch it in
frame-by-frame slow motion, though, to truly enjoy it.
AND IN THE END...
Tonight at Ten: CHILD MOLESTERS!
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of anything serious to concern us.”
- Ann Taylor Fleming.
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