Message-ID: <3517eli$9709011155@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 293 Pussy Playland (nnd) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <340A4842.105D@mail.idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------ -Recent back issues at Usenet newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated -For all back issues, send e-mail to: file.request@backdrop.com - Free plug: http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/ -Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright 1997 and a trademark of Andrew Roller. Work by others copyright 1997 by the respective copyright holder. -END OF 293 EMISSION - 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! 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