Message-ID: <7527eli$9801191717@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 337 Dungeon of Desire 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: <34C2737F.792C@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- 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... 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