Message-ID: <21427asstr$943341001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: chateaud@my-deja.com Subject: {ASSM} Playdough's Isle - a spoof Lines: 117 X-Original-Message-ID: <81croj$upa$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Nov 23 01:48:04 1999 GMT Date: Tue, 23 Nov 1999 02:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, kelly, gill-bates, Vulpine I posted this story some years ago, yet a new generation of news- readers has appeared since then. I suspect most readers will not recognize the opus which spawned this spoof, but perhaps it will still amuse. Playdough's Isle "I want his dick-dong dripping down her creamy cunt-cum-cave," Dr. Playdough raved, staring at the two squirming naked teenagers he had just had thrown over the three-thousand foot cliff onto the rocks below that he always used for his awful sadistic pleasures with naked teenagers. "Yes, Dr. Playdough," Dr. Playdough's assistant said. "And shall I . . ." "Scrape his scrawny scrotum with a scrawny-scrotum scraper 'til he screams," Dr. Playdough ranted, picking up the male teenager of the two teenagers he was about to torture according to the orders he had been given by his flaccid cock. "Yes, Dr. Playdough," Dr. Playdough's assistant said. "And do you want me to . . ." "Burn his balls! Tatter his testicles! Nullify his nuts!" the diabolically fiendish Dr. Playdough screamed diabolically and stuck his fiendish finger up his bum. In a paroxysm of foaming at the mouth Dr. Playdough spun his bum on his finger until his feet splayed out and he was spinning on his finger at the same rate of revolutions as his turning bum. Then he turned his head and his eye fell onto the girl teenager who he had a sudden urge to torture with an evil glint. He dropped the boy onto the hard rocks, breaking his arm and kicking the unclothed girl teenager's long, shapely legs although she was only a teenager apart. His diabolical and fiendish eye looked up the space between her long shapely legs and gave his assistant an order: "Chain this chit of a chattel to a chastising chair in the chiding chamber and char her channel with chafing charcoal," he chortled then turning to his assistant asked: "What's her name?" "Charity," Dr. Playdough's assistant said. "And would it be okay if I . . ." "Take these two teenagers to the terrace - to the torture tower . . . ," Dr Playdough ordered, sloping off on his head, an old felt hat covering his lower legs, spurred riding boots dug deep into his pockets, horny hands mumbling: "I'll nail their nubile nips and plug their precious posterior portals . . ." The tender teenage boy who Dr. Playdough had orders to torture and whose name was Faith hoped Charity would forgive him as he had filled her girl fuck-cavern with his thick steaming shooting gism-sperm- spend. His white oozy sticky boy-fluid dribbled out of her tight teenage love-tunnel and into the bushy thatch of tangled snatch-fur growing from her girl-mound. The lovely titted teenage Charity was nakedly hanging suspended by her ankles with her feet as far apart as the tips of her fingers when her hands were stretched out as far as possible and level with her shoulders from a beam in the ceiling running along the length of the torture room and was fastened to ceiling joists at both sides of the room with 2-&-1/2 inch fastenings that had been bolted though the beam and the joists and fastened with bolts that had been tightened with power wenches. Heavy weights were attached to the teenage girl's wrists so that she could not lift her arms because of the heavy weights to protect herself. She hung in a letter 'Y' with her long, supple legs stretched as wide as possible and her arms hanging down over her head. The teenage boy hung between her legs, but at right angles to the teenage girl by his hands and feet from other beams which had been cleverly arranged to avoid the beam that held the teenage girl and so that his throbbing boy cock-head hung over the hole of the girl's woman- hole. A ring was surrounding his throbbing impalement shaft and it went up and down all of the time and excited the teenage horny teenage boy because it was attached to a clever machine that Dr. Playdough had invented to make it go up and down. "Can you calculate his climax count?" Dr. Playdough asked. "Forty-seven since our breakfast burrito," Dr. Playdough's assistant said. "And might I ask if I could . . ." "Lower the lad so that the lady's littler lips lick his livid limb," ordered Dr. Playdough. "Yes, Dr. Playdough," said Dr. Playdough's assistant. "And could I possibly . . ." "Wrap and rub his ruddy rod with her redolent wringing!" Dr. Playdough screamed. "Yes, Dr. Playdough," said Dr. Playdough's assistant. "And might I . . ." "Watch while I wheedle wails when we weld our wanton wench and wayward whelp in whimsical wedlock," grinned the diabolically fiendish Dr. Playdough pulling on a pair of gloves from a compartment in a trolley that he had earlier wheeled into the room that was cleverly designed not to stick to anything. Then he took a tube of glue from another compartment in the trolley that was also cleverly designed to stick to everything. Then using the non-stick gloves to protect his hands from the super sticky glue he rubbed the super sticky glue all up and down and over the boy teenager's throbbing heated fuck-rod and then made a pulley let go of the chains that held the boy teenager's naked ankle shackles so that his stiffened rigid sticky love-shaft dropped into the girl teenager's waiting cum-slot and got stuck there. Then he let them both down and laughed a lot while he watched them struggle to free their fuck-parts from each others. But Dr. Playdough was not done with the unfortunate teenagers because he had got long orders for torturing them from his superior supervisors. "Tipple their nipples in nettle nectar and we will watch their frantic antics," Dr Playdough insisted. And so the diabolical torturing went on until all of the diabolical and fiendish torturing orders had been done to the naked teenagers. Then Dr. Playdough opened his new torturing orders. "Ah, two teenagers to taunt and terribly torture," Dr. Playdough grinned at his new diabolically fiendish torturing orders. (Yet it had been a day of protracted effort, and the doctor's wellspring of assonance was rapidly exsiccating, fading in concomitant harmony with the light of the dying Sun; and his ultimately self-immolating predilection with the alliterative style of his beloved Nordic prose finally betrayed even the limits of his encyclopedic lexicon.) 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