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BAN THE PRINTED WORD !!!
“But inside the printing office I find Aldus and his associates
talking of other things than the books in process of manufacture. They
are discussing the sudden change of attitude on the part of the wealthy
patrons of the arts who, after welcoming the invention of printing, soon
became alarmed by the enthusiasm of the people, and promptly reversed
their position. No wonder that Aldus should be concerned as to the
outcome! The patrons of the arts represented the culture and wealth and
political power of Italy, and they now discovered in the new invention
[of printing] an actual menace.”
- William Dana Orcutt, In Quest of the Perfect Book, pg. 11.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 355
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
SWWWICK! I yelped as her crop zinged into my flesh and made my
bottom contract. Wishing I were anyplace but here, I felt a burning
rod, like iron, impress itself into the tenderness of my skin. My
bottom lurched out as the crop fell away. I howled, biting my lip, or
trying, the gag blocking me. My heinie hung on the air, wriggling
fiercely, my legs forcibly spread. About the only thing I could move
was my fanny, and I made a great show of it, quite involuntarily, as I
tried to throw off the sting of the crop.
“Ah, yes, that’s it! Put all your energy into your fanny!”
Katy laughed. She stepped close and admired my wrigglings. “Imagine.
You’d never do this in public, would you, my dear, drop your panties and
show off your bottom so freely. Yet here you are, and I might invite in
whomever I wish, the neighbors perhaps, and let them see you making a
spectacle of your bottom!”
I felt tears fill my eyes. Was she right? Was this really
me? I’d always craved attention. I’d been teacher’s pet in school,
always wanting to be seen, and everyone always complimented me on how
pretty I looked. Yes! No! My mind fought with itself. And I knew the
answer. I wanted to show off my bottom like this, but I couldn’t bring
myself to do it alone. I had to be forced to do it. Sobs broke from me
as I realized how naughty I was.
“Mmmm, I’m afraid you’re showing off your bottom TOO much, my
dear!” Katy said. “Even I have some morals, you know. Look how you’re
flaunting that ass of yours!”
“Yes! She’s bad! She must be punished!” Jennifer, watching,
said gleefully.
“My dear, you’re supposed to be in charge of the Binaca,” Katy
said to Jennifer. “I want you to get some out of the nightstand and
spray it on Dick’s penis and Kelly’s nipples. Use the Peppermint. It’s
the worst!”
“Okay!” Jennifer chortled. She ran to the nightstand as Katy,
waiting to see my reaction to having breath spray squirted over my
nipples, ran the loop of her crop between the cheeks of my ass.
“Yes, it will be most delicious putting you through your
paces,” Katy said to me. “My, how little your asshole appears. I can’t
even push the loop of my crop into it! We’ll have to jam something up
your backside to make you properly open for Sauron. And yes, he is
coming my dear. He’s going to fuck you hard after I’ve punished you to
make sure you never betray him again.”
I glanced frantically at Dick. Katy was jamming a crop against
my anus and Jennifer, my former friend and now very much my enemy, was
getting breath spray to torture my nipples with. Dick was a little
frightened, I thought. He didn’t like hearing that Sauron might visit
us. They were mortal enemies, one a Citadel man and the other a
graduate of Annapolis. Would Sauron revenge himself on Dick? After
all, it would be no difficult thing to put a knife between Dick’s legs
and relieve him of his testicles. Or his penis, for that matter. I
hoped and prayed that Jennifer and Katy loved Dick as much as they said
they did, for otherwise he was doomed.
“Time for another little bee on your bottom,” Katy told me.
She stepped back as Jennifer retreated behind the wall to torture my
nipples. I hung waiting. My cunny lay swollen between my legs. It was
my undoing, I knew, yearning for men and yearning to dance and to be
pierced in the dance.
SRRRRICKCK! Katy let fly her crop. It sizzled across my
bottom, making me lunge into the wall, slamming and crushing my big
breasts against the plyboard, then falling back, groping at the air with
the burning open-faced cheeks of my bottom.
“Yes, show me your ass!” Katy laughed as I wriggled it hotly on
the air. At the same time Jennifer, eager to enhance my suffering,
squirted Binaca on my nipples. A peppermint scent caught my nose as my
teats felt warm and then, moments later, began to burn as if they’d been
lit by a lighter.
“Nooooo!” I cried through my gag, muffled, brazenly offering my
bottom to the air, to Katy, who drew the crop over her hand, waiting,
watching, enviously admiring my slim well-formed figure.
“Now you must have at least one more before I start in on your
boyfriend,” Katy told me. “But I want this one to leave a nice weal. I
want you to be sitting on it when you leave here, remembering me for
days to come. Are you ready, my dear?”
I shook my head no. She laughed. “Of course. We girls are
never ready, are we? We tease boys and lure them but in the end they
have to take down are panties for us, with us protesting, no doubt, and
break our hymen for us. Because we’re girls, isn’t that right? We must
be forced. It’s why God gave men muscles. Tighten your cheeks if you
wish, dear. Brace yourself. Katy is going to give you a weal to
remember her by!”
And then she did. The crop came in doubly-hard, she using all
her might as if she were employed by Singapore, and I felt a red-hot
iron-like sting as the thin crop slammed into my flesh. I flew forward,
banging my hips against the plyboard. I fell back, caught by my bonds
that held my wrists tight, falling back bottom first into the ever-cool
air of the dungeon.
Sobs rent my body, shaking my breasts like gourds on a tree,
their stems trapped in the wall. I felt my ribs heave. I shook my
bottom like a dog emerging from water, except I was emerging from fire.
Katy left me. She went to Dick. I was nothing now, just a
crying, sobbing wench, getting her just desserts for betraying her
master. I hoped, bad girl that I was, that someone still paid
attention, that Sauron was somewhere upstairs watching all this from a
camera.
“Good afternoon, Dick! How is your dick? I see your bottom’s
awfully white!” Katy laughed. She reached between my boyfriend’s legs
and squeezed his balls hard to get his attention. “Ah yes! Now you
acknowledge me a little more clearly, dear Man!” Katy crowed. “Did you
ever consider shaving your balls? They’re awfully hairy, you know. You
men like seeing girls in porno mags with their pussies shaved. Well,
what about equal rights, hmmm? If we have to shave our cuntlips you men
should at least shave your balls, I say!” Katy gave him another good
squeeze, just to make sure he was listening. Men have big muscles and
think they can just do as they will. But a girl’s fist on a man’s balls
wins the day every time. “Don’t worry, Dick. There’s a straight razor
down here someplace. I’ll get a nice batch of cream whipped up and then
we’ll apply it to your balls and scrape it off. You’ll be fresh as a
daisy when I’m done!” She laughed, stepped back, and gave him a sharp
crack on his ass with her crop.
Dick grunted. He could barely move his ass, with his penis
trapped in the wall. Instead he tensed all his muscles, making them
ripple, showing his strength. He thrashed in his bonds as Katy, in awe
of his grippingly-taut bottom cheeks, gave them another swift smack.
Dick yanked on his bonds ferociously. I had no doubt why. That skinny
crop hurt! Dick tried to yank down the chains and he rammed his chest
against the plyboard wall, trying to break it. Katy struck again. Dick
roared like a lion at the pain. Yet the plyboard wall held firm,
oblivious to his struggles. Sauron had done a good job of building it.
CATALOG REVIEW
by holy joe
airshop, Spring 1998, free. Half-legal sized catalog. 36 slick,
full-color pages. Web: http://www.air-shop.com
Review: A few issues back, I declared publicly my belief that
God is an 8-year-old girl. I guess I must have been right, because
wonderful things have been happening to me ever since!
First, I was able to buy myself a new pair of underpants.
Next, I found out about David Hamilton. And now, this shows up in the
mail.
What a find this catalog is! If you want to know what David
Hamilton’s girls look like with their clothes on, check this out! There
are a few cute girls in this catalog. There are also lots of ‘so-so’
girls, and some downright awful-looking ones. But at least there’s
nobody here in this catalog over 14 !
What’s really great about this catalog is the clothes. The
design of the clothes, and the catalog itself, seems to be a mix of
1960’s fashions and cyberspace. I guess the new motto for America in
the late 90’s is: sex, drugs, rock n’ roll, and the Net! (Plus oral
sex.) I have no objection, of course. I was really sick of
straight-laced yuppie feminism. It got downright awful as the former
‘flower children’ of the 60’s, once beautiful young girls, passed over
that 50-years-old mark. THANK GOD some fresh air is finally blowing
through America.
Allow me to make a recommendation as to what sort of clothing
someone reading this catalog should buy. I’m no expert on girls or
their clothes, but I have read tons of porno magazines, so maybe that
counts as a qualification. I recommend the “Velour Hoodie,” on page
33. This great garment lets you look safe and protected in a hood,
pulled up over your head, while at the same time showing off your
belly-button! What a great idea. Of course, equally attractive is the
tight t-shirt being worn by a girl on the same page. Guys have been
known to lust over girls with high, firm, growing tits, wearing t-shirts
so small they look like they’re leftover from elementary school. These
same guys have told me that such a shirt looks especially sexy if the
sleeves on the shirt are too short.
If you’re a guy, you’ll enjoy reading this catalog, not just
looking at it. Salivate over this: “Sheer ivory mesh bikini panties”
(pg. 27).
Despite all the good things that have happened to me, I know my
life is going to get even better. Do you want to know why? Because
right here on page 22 of this catalog, it says, “Every 4 seconds a girl
speaks her mind to an uninformed guy.”
Yes! Talk to me, girls! My ears are open! (and my zipper
too.)
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Cheerleaders, $6.99. Magazine, many full-color pages. Cheerleaders,
462 Broadway, Suite 4000, New York, NY 10013. No web site listed.
Review: This magazine has surfaced under various names, “Babe”
being one of them. Now the publishers are trying again, with a much
catchier title and concept: “Cheerleaders.”
I was very impressed by this first issue. What a delight it is
to see a pictorial begin with a girl decked out in a cheerleader
costume! I never realized there was so much erotic potential in those
costumes. How lovely it is to see a girl all neatly attired in her
cheerleading outfit. Then, when you turn the page, your hands already
trembling with lust, you see her begin to undress! Cheerleaders,
majorettes, all the girls you lusted over in school but didn’t get to
bed are finally stripped naked here!
Even better, there’s fun between cheerleaders in this issue!
Lisa and Michelle watch with regret as their team loses the big game.
But they don’t blame the players. They blame themselves. They go back
to the locker room and agree that if they’d done a better job cheering,
their guys wouldn’t have lost. There’s only one answer. They both need
a spanking!
Michelle decides to go first. She bends over. She pulls up
her skirt. Then, using her hand, Lisa whacks her bottom!
These are spoilt girls, though, from an upper class
neighborhood. Lisa, a well-brought up girl, immediately regrets hurting
her friend’s bottom. She pulls open Michelle’s panties. She blows on
her tender ass.
(No! I’m not making this up! It really happens!)
Lisa and Michelle decide that, even if it is their fault that
their team lost, a spanking’s just too severe a thing for them to
endure. Besides, the football team’s too busy moping to ask either of
them out. So, not wanting to do without, they decide to lick each other
to orgasm. Afterward, Lisa checks Michelle’s bottom to make sure it’s
okay.
Ahhhhhhhh!
I hope Cheerleaders shows cute girls spanking each other in
every issue!
Cassandra, page 56, is a real treat! She looks like she just
stepped out of a book by David Hamilton except, being a little older,
she gets to be sexier. She’s wonderfully young. She has very long
legs. She shows off her pom-poms while at the same time making a bold
display of her bush. Her bosoms are small, but her nipples are
temptingly stiff. And if you’d like to know what her butthole looks
like, you’re in luck! She opens her small, tight bottomcheeks very
wide. As the headline over her pictorial says, “No man’s safe when I
wear my cheerleading outfit!”
Indeed!
If you love short skirts, white panties, and naughty girls,
this is a great magazine! I would recommend the following to the
publishers for future issues:
1. A shower scene, with lots of ‘helpful’ scrubbing, kisses,
and soap squirted where the sun doesn’t shine. Don’t let the girls get
wet too quickly. Draw it out. And keep the hair on their heads dry
until the very last photo.
2. A baby pool scene. When the shower breaks, it’s time to
soap up in an inflatable baby pool!
3. A champagne celebration, after a winning game.
4. A ‘spanking party.’
5. The girls brushing their teeth, and each other’s teeth.
6. A candy sale, to raise money for the football team. (Too
bad the girls eat all of it!) (Be sure to include long strands of
licorice.)
(If any help is needed explaining these ideas, just send me a
plane ticket!)
DINNER PARTY
by Cuyler Brown
The light is sparse
that glows
from the severed heads
that hang
like chandeliers in the hall
way to the attic.
I manage to find the door
it fizzles
cotton candy in my mouth
and the stairs cringe
kissing my boots
one at a time
till I reach the darkness
and a rat grown fat on spiders
invites me to a table
to join in the feast
and stuff myself full of regret.
Everyone is there
and I am happy
one by one
they tell me why.
AND IN THE END...
“If, moreover, the people are enabled to read, criticism, the
sole property of the scholars, will come into their hands, and when they
once learn self-reliance from their new intellectual development they
are certain to attack dogma and political oppression, even at the risk
of martyrdom. The princes and patrons of Italy are intelligent enough
to know that their self-centered political power is doomed if the new
art of printing secures a firm foothold.”
- William Dana Orcutt, In Quest of the Perfect Book, pg. 13.
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- William Dana Orcutt, In Quest of the Perfect Book, pg. 13.
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