Message-ID: <15246eli$9809110542@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 400 Passions Playpen NND g2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net 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: <35F7F59E.5392@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- CLINTON APOLOGIZES and this time he means it ! My fellow Americans, I have sinned! But the sin is not original with me. It began with Adam, who was created by God to live in holy communion with God. We all know what happened. Adam felt alone, despite his personal relationship with God, and so God created a female for Adam. Today, on this day, I am returning all men to a state of grace with God. For on this day, I William Jefferson Clinton, am releasing into the world a CIA-created virus that will kill all the females in the world. No longer will men be able to substitute sex with a female for a personal relationship with their Creator. Now men will once again be free to know God, undistracted by the wiles of the Satan-inspired creature known as “the female”. Blessed is man, for he is at last free! No longer will men have to endure being called foul names by the female, for the female will no longer exist! Goodbye, females! You have been a curse unto us men for 6,000 years, but on this day we are finally rid of you, and freed from our bondage to you and to your bodies. How obscene that creature was, the female, walking around with a hole between her legs! Can you imagine such a filthy creature, not even having a penis, but wandering around with some wicked pouch that lured men to stick themselves into her? What is the origin of war on earth, of dissention among men? It is the competition among men for females. This dissention will no longer exist, for now we men will be free to worship the Lord, and to live freely with Him in a newfound paradise on earth, unpolluted by females. Glory be to God! And on earth, peace and good will to men. Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Issue No. 400 Naughty Naked Sinners in Passion’s Playpen Chapter Seven “Bring the strap. Our guest may prove unruly,” Melinda said casually, brushing her hair back from her face as she spoke. Kate shivered and felt her bottomcheeks tense. John cupped her bare heinie with his broad calloused palm and made her step into the tub. “Sit down. I’m going to bind your hands to the post so Melinda can wash you properly,” John told Kate. She looked up at him. She was forced to huddle in the tub in a seated position, her bottom against the cold tin floor of the tub, with her knees drawn up to her chin. Her arms sought refuge from John’s command by wrapping themselves around her legs. Kate interlinked her fingers in hopes of denying him. As easily as if plucking fruit from a branch, John reached down with his hands and plucked up Kate’s. He lofted her hands over her and pushed them backward until they bumped against the post. Then he fastened each of her wrists into the steel manacles that were fixed to the post. Kate, not fighting him by trying to remove her hands from his, instead leaned forward and bit at his crotch with her mouth. His dick was caught quite visibly in his trousers and she tongued at his zipper with her tongue and then caught it between her teeth. As he bolted her wrists to the post she unzipped his pants. She delved between his opened zipper with her tongue, feeling the steel bits of the opened zipper scrape themselves against her tongue as she went exploring. She licked his cotton underpants. They were stiff with promise. John laughed as he felt what she was doing to him. Quickly he finished binding her. Then he opened his trousers and dug inside his underpants hole and presented Kate with his freed cock. Kate gasped at his size. He was as big as any man she’d encountered. She gave his pee hole a tentative lick with her tongue. Then, boldly, as if to scare him, she caught his big bulbing penis head between her teeth and drew back her lips to let him see how her small pearly teeth held him so dangerously. But even as she lightly bit him she could feel his girth and the blood pounding in his shaft and she knew he was like an iron beam, barely feeling her little teeth as they tried to taunt him. So she licked his pee slit with her tongue again and this, unlike the biting, produced a response in him. He sighed and seemed to grit his teeth and for a moment she felt scared that he might actually spill himself into her mouth. She looked up at him and watched his face as he recovered himself. Out of the corner of Kate’s eye she saw a large rotund woman dressed in an old-fashioned maid’s outfit. She walked across the wooden floor carrying a leather belt. She held it out in front of herself by her fingertips, as if she were afraid of it, or disapproved of the use it might be put to. “I trust the tea is satisfactory, ma’am?” the maid asked in a voice that showed her pride, despite her status. “I’m sure it will be, Eunice,” Melinda answered. If the maid noticed that Melinda was completely naked, and that Kate was new and naked too, and that John had his penis between Kate’s lips, the maid showed it not. Primly she turned upon giving Melinda the belt and walked back across the floor and up the cellar steps. She was quite fat and Kate could hear her stockinged thighs rubbing together as she walked. Yet, lifting her dress slightly to keep it from brushing the steps, the maid walked with a certainty and a gracefulness that Kate envied. She was just a little college girl ensconced in an old tub, but the maid was a proud, matronly woman, who performed her duties well but obviously suffered no abuse from anyone. “Call if you need me, ma’am. I’ll be walking the dog meantime,” Eunice said without turning to look back at them. Kate watched the woman’s girth disappear up beyond the top of the steps and she heard the cellar door open and close. “She does good work,” John said absently to Kate. “The tea is always fresh and she takes care of everything we don’t want to bother with.” As he spoke he eased his cock out from between Kate’s lips. She gave his penis a parting kiss on its tip. “Sit back and relax. I’ll wash her,” Melinda told John. He retreated to the pile of cushions and sat down on them. Leaning back, he lay like a Roman emperor, still dressed in his suit but with his penis out to take in the air. It stuck up like a scepter. Melinda took something from atop the bales of pot. Kate saw it brought into the light made by the flickering candles and saw that it was a camera. “Do you want to begin photographing her?” Melinda asked John. “Yes,” John smiled. He took the camera from Melinda. He adjusted its knobs and its lens. “I don’t want to be photographed!” Kate blurted. She tried to get up from the tub but found she’d lost her ability to, given that her hands were fixed to the post. “Oh, John’s going to record every nuance of your emotions during your stay here,” Melinda smiled. Her eyes glinted as John pointed the camera at Kate and set of its flash bulb. Kate’s eyes were recorded in panic, her breasts bouncing on her chest as she tried, vainly, to rise from the metal tub she’d stuffed herself into. “You should be proud of the expense he’s going to, just for you,” Melinda said with a smirking smile. “The best soaps and the finest tea and fresh silk cushions for you to lie upon are all yours, because he considers you beautiful, even though you are just a girl starting college. And the expense he’ll incur printing all those photos he’s going to take of you! He hopes to recoup the cost, of course, charging quite a lot for a peek at you in your birthday suit, but it’s a risk all the same, and he might lose his shirt, if men feel you don’t suit them.” John took photograph after photograph of Kate, catching her every gasp as she stared into his camera and then, blushing, tried her best to look away, all the while with her arms manacled above her and her breasts responding buoyantly to every one of her nervous sighs. Melinda walked over to her and began pumping the pump. John captured a shot of her bottom as she bent over the pump and worked its handle. Melinda’s breasts dangled beneath her like ripe fruit and Kate wished she could bite off Melinda’s stem-like nipples. John caught another shot of Kate as the ice cold water from the pump spurted and sloshed over Kate into her imprisoning tub. It came from deep within the earth and Kate hoped there weren’t any nightcrawlers breeding down in that deep underground well that fed her bath. The water was freezing and Kate felt her nipples stand out even more protrudingly, as if that were possible. Yet the water, washing over her, felt cleansing too, washing away the sperm of the men who had loved her in Marie’s evil ‘game room.’ Melinda bathed Kate lovingly. She lifted each of Kate’s bosoms, using a sponge. She bent and teasingly kissed each of Kate’s nipples before passing the soap-laden sponge over them. She washed between Kate’s thighs, and John recorded Kate’s apprehension as Melinda scrubbed Kate’s pussy until Kate felt herself brinking on orgasm. Kate’s arms were unshackled when it was time for her bottom to be bathed. Melinda smoothed her soft palm across its white, satiny surface. Kate suspected she’d feel something much less pleasant on her bottom before her visit with John and Melinda was over but, for the moment, her hiney was accorded the same luscious affection as the rest of her. Her legs were washed and Melinda complimented their length and firmness. They were a little skinny, she told Kate, but in time her thighs would fill out. Kate was made to present her slit to Melinda and the woman stuck a squeeze tube into her and douched her, John watching, photographing it all. Kate blushed deeply, knowing the tube must look like a prick upping its way into her, or growing out from her, but there was nothing she could do and she was sleepy now from her long night and she didn’t resist. Melinda douched Kate’s bottom too, for she could see that someone had spent himself in her there, leaving his seed behind to slowly ooze out of her. Melinda washed Kate’s hair for her, using the shampoo and a bottle of conditioner that had been sulking behind the post, amidst a collection of rude upstanding dildos and a little pile of condoms. Kate wondered at the collection. No doubt some of the items would be put to use soon, but she had no control over when or why or how. Melinda rinsed her under the cold tap of the hand pump and then, holding her arm, she bade Kate to get out of the tub. Kate was dried with a soft towel, Melinda drying her as John took photos. Melinda made sure that in drying between Kate’s legs, and across her nipples, she rubbed enough to get Kate excited. Kate’s slit pulsed with soft desire and she longed to be made to sit on John’s upstanding penis. He continued photographing her, catching each of her blushes and sighs. They took in tea and bagels, Melinda feeding Kate and herself as Kate was made to sit on the cushions with her hands newly handcuffed behind her. Kate didn’t like this odd subservient, captive Queen role they’d planned for her but there was nothing she could do about it. John was big and quite strong and his biceps looked as if they might tear open the sleeves of his suitcoat whenever he bent his arms. Meanwhile, sticking up through his elegant trousers stood his penis, obviously satisfied by what it saw. To Kate’s surprise, her hands were unlocked after she’d been fed. She rubbed her wrists again. The cuffs had been tight and bothered her but she’d not complained, for she felt a strange excitement at being forced to sit open-legged, Indian-style, with John able to see and photograph her moist slit. Now that her hands were hers again she placed one of them over her pussy to see what denying a view of herself to John would provoke. “Yes, rub yourself. Let John photograph you rubbing yourself,” Melinda told Kate. At first Kate felt bashful but she was quite aroused by how they treated her and, reluctantly, looking down at her naughty slit which so deeply wanted to be fucked, she rubbed it. She found her spot. She threw back her head and gasped loudly as she made herself totter up to the brink of orgasm. Then, just before she was about to cum, with Melinda playing with her own pussy as she watched Kate, the woman stopped herself and reached out and stopped Kate too. “That’s enough,” Melinda told Kate. “All is not just pleasure here. Anyone could see that buy simply buying Penthouse. John photographs girls in all their moods.” Kate sighed and wanted very much to play with herself some more, just the little more that was required, but she couldn’t, for Melinda held her hand firmly and seemed ready to capture her other hand if Kate tried to use it to please herself. John, flash pulsing, captured Kate’s mood as she shivered just out of reach of her orgasm. Kate’s breasts heaved on her chest and her nipples stood up like thorns. Her soft girlish belly sighed deeply. “Let’s go upstairs,” Melinda told Kate. “John and I collect fine antiques and he’d get some nice photos of you if he let you see them.” Up the stairs they went, leaving the cellar. Kate was made to go first up the steps. Melinda followed her. Instead of handcuffing Kate again, Melinda simply held Kate’s wrists behind Kate’s back, keeping them there with just the slightest pressure of her manicured fingers. Kate didn’t resist. She was glad she could avoid the tight binding of the handcuffs. She wondered if Melinda watched her bottom as she walked up the steps, for it protruded behind her, on account of her arms being held behind her. She suspected Melinda watched the rolling of Kate’s ass cheeks and Kate gave them an extra wiggle as she mounted each step, just to show Melinda that despite her captivity she was capable of a little teasing herself. John followed, snapping the occasional picture. He left his penis hanging out of his trousers. It was hard and erect and showed no sign of lessening in its ardor for Kate. Short Cut by Steve De France There is a jumper standing on the 105 freeway overpass. Twenty stories high, perched on a ledge, swaying like a hawk in high wind. He’s ready to launch himself down on the Harbor Freeway. The freeway as unmoving as any cemetery. Commuter cars log-jammed by police blockades. >From my car, I watch the man next to me. It’s cold today. But I see sweat gather at his collar, drip over his back. Making a round wet puddle, a drop at a time.... People straining necks skyward. A helicopter circles. Sirens labor up the Diamond Lane. We’re down here, looking up at you. Cursing you for holding up traffic. Some of us want the police sharp-shooter to put a bullet between your eyes. Humanity just doesn’t have it. We just don’t care, anymore. We want to see you fall, but out of traffic lanes. We’re tired out. Too much murder. Too many movies. Too much inhumanity. You see, the State is paid to care for people like you: 9-5 We just want to get on down the L.A. Freeway. Nervous. Sleepless. Sweating. Maybe we should take the short cut and join you on that ledge. AND IN THE END... 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