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WHAT TO DO ABOUT BILL?
America is in a quandary about Bill Clinton. Some people want him
censured. Other people want him impeached. Some want to release all the
evidence. Some say no evidence should be released, absent an actual
threat posed by the president to our constitutional form of government.
As usual, it takes a hobo like me to provide the quick and simple
solution. As you know, five separate women have complained about BillÕs
sexual behavior. One of them, Monica Lewinsky, is regarded by many as
little more than a child. Hence, hereÕs my answer to the ÒBill problemÓ:
a. All inquiries into Bill ClintonÕs past behavior will cease.
b. From now on, Bill will be referred to as ÒClinton the MolesterÓ.
Andrew Roller Presents
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Issue No. 402
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Eight
ÒSpread your legs,Ó Melinda told Kate. The blonde had no intention of
obeying. How could she show her sex to these people after theyÕd treated
her so roughly? Yet, with an anxious glance at John, she saw resistance
was not a viable option. He was standing with his arms folded over his
chest. He was bare now, except for his socks and shoes. HeÕd disrobed to
fuck her and Kate wondered if his discarded clothing still lay on his front
lawn. She saw the rippling of his muscles and his stern countenance.
Melinda slapped KateÕs unmarked thighs, intimating that her wounded
bottom would get the next slap if she didnÕt obey. Quietly Kate opened
herself to Melinda. The woman, seeing her legs part, helped her obey by
seizing KateÕs ankles and spreading her feet as wide as the table would
allow. Then KateÕs ankles were each cuffed with soft leather cuffs to the
table.
KateÕs hands, meanwhile, were drawn out in front of her by Eunice.
The woman, tsking at KateÕs fate, at her coming here, no doubt, in the first
place, to this forest-shrouded house where only John was the Law, cuffed
KateÕs wrists.
ÒHereÕs a pillow. You can rest your cheek on it,Ó Eunice said
sympathetically to Kate. The servant slipped a small soft slipcased
cushion under KateÕs face. With her arms at full extension, and her legs
spread, Kate resigned herself to her misfortune and settled her cheek onto
the pillow. Eunice produced a soft cloth and wiped KateÕs face with it.
Kate wriggled her nose. She felt like a little girl being attended to by her
mommie and she didnÕt like the feeling of utter dependency.
ÒYour bottom needs aromatherapy to make it better,Ó Melinda said
quietly to Kate. ÒThe first lotion IÕll apply is an antiseptic, Clove.Ó
Melinda had barely spoken when Kate felt a splash of liquid upon her
bare fanny.
ÒAughgghgh!Ó Kate cried. She launched her face into the air and
pulled at the straps which held her. ÒOooooh, it burns!Ó Kate sobbed when
sheÕd recovered herself a little. Eunice hovered over her face with a fresh
towel. When she got a chance she wiped KateÕs face anew.
ÒOf course it burns. I told you it was an antiseptic, silly!Ó Melinda
snipped. ÒFirst we must cleanse your bottom of any residue from the
birch. This should numb your bottom too, and give it a little relief.Ó With
her bare hands Melinda gently massaged KateÕs wettened bottom as the
blonde gritted her teeth and tried to bear her discomfort. As the oil
soaked into her skin she did feel a slight lessening of the awful burning
which afflicted her. Her bottom also began to grow warm. Kate wiggled
her ass as she felt the warmth turn into a glow, as if her bare ass were a
nightlight. John, watching, began to rise again as he watched. And as his
manhood grew he took more photographs of Kate for his friends.
ÒDonÕt worry. We have no intention of harming you,Ó Melinda told
Kate. ÒJohn will do doubt want to fuck you again after enjoying the
pleasure of seeing you whipped. Try to bear up well under it. This is
nothing compared to what birthing a child will feel like. Or so IÕm told,Ó
Melinda smiled at John.
ÒNext IÕll apply Peppermint,Ó Melinda told Kate. There was a new
splash of oil on KateÕs tushy. She cried out again, but less urgently, for
she was pleasantly numb from the Clove oil. As Melinda rubbed the oil
into KateÕs bottom Kate felt her hind cheeks relax. The oil was a muscle
relaxant, Melinda told her. ÒAnti-inflammatory too, to help you recover
from your burny welts.Ó The peppermint oil left KateÕs bottom feeling
pleasantly cool. Yet Kate didnÕt like any of this, she told herself, having
herself spread out naked on a table and her bottom paid so much attention.
She sobbed quietly, remorsefully.
Kate sniffled as she sobbed. Eunice put a hot towel to KateÕs face
and made Kate blow her nose into the towel. John, meanwhile, felt
inspired. He presented his cock to KateÕs mouth after her nose had been
wiped and made her take it. Kate found herself involuntarily sucking him,
but there was nothing she could do. She huffed and puffed over his huge
penis as, behind her, Melinda made her wince with new applications of the
Peppermint oil.
John showed little interest in conserving his seed. He forced Kate to
suck him, taking occasional intimate photographs of her efforts. When he
felt like cumming he simply shot himself into her. Then he withdrew and
took photos of her cum-dripping mouth. Kate agonized over her bottom as
more splashes of oil were poured onto it. Melinda didnÕt bother to
describe each oil to Kate. Some were sweet, almost harmless, while
others seemed deliberately bitter.
Eunice wiped the sperm from KateÕs face when John was through
photographing her oral denouement. Melinda, meanwhile, to finish KateÕs
treatment, applied Rose oil to her fanny. ÒThis one is an antidepressant,Ó
Melinda told Kate. ÒJust in case youÕre feeling down. It also serves as an
aphrodisiac, so donÕt blame yourself if you start feeling sexy!Ó
Kate wept loudly. She didnÕt want to be sexy. She just wanted to go
home to her own dorm room at her college, where all her friends were, and
snuggle up in her bed by herself and never, ever go on such a wild partying
spree again. Yet, with Eunice wiping her face, she felt sure John had more
plans for her. Worse ones, perhaps, than sheÕd already endured.
Kate was taken back downstairs to the cellar. She was collared and
her collar, which was a simple dogÕs collar, was tethered to the wooden
post. She was given a waterbowl to drink from, and a small bowl of
broken up bits of cheese and bologna. She was told to relax on the pillows,
tummy down, bottom up. She was handcuffed, with her hands behind her,
to keep her from pleasuring herself if she should feel randy. And then,
cuffed and collared, she was left by John and Melinda. Eunice promised to
check up on her during the night. John and Melinda told her they were
going upstairs to sleep.
In the morning KateÕs bowl was cleaned by Eunice. Kate had eaten
nothing during the night. Now, as she lay hungry over the pillows, she
watched as Eunice transferred a ham and egg omelette from a silver tray
into KateÕs doggie bowl. KateÕs hands were freed so that she could eat
from the bowl kneeling on all fours. John came downstairs, looking and
feeling refreshed, with Melinda beside him. He photographed Kate as she
ate like a dog and drank from her water bowl. Eunice poured coffee into
KateÕs water bowl to accompany her omelette. Afterward Kate was forced
to kneel before John and, wincing every time she moved, for her bottom
still hurt, Kate was forced to catch in her mouth seedless grapes that
John and Melinda tossed at her.
Kate was taken upstairs. Outside it was a dreary morning. Rain
drizzled over the lawn. Melinda had Kate come out back with her and go
swimming with her in JohnÕs heated pool. The two girls swam in the nude
as John watched from the porch. At MelindaÕs encouragement, the two
girls practised their diving. They competed with each other in dog
paddling races across the length of the pool. Melinda allowed Kate a head
start because her wounded bottom still pained her whenever she moved.
The girls played with a big beach ball. They tossed it back and forth to
each other, standing in the shallow end of the pool with their bare bodies
exposed to the chilly rain.
When John felt ready, he ordered both girls out of the pool. He told
them to kneel in front of him. They obeyed, and Kate found herself
admiring anew JohnÕs penis. It was big and strong and it pulsed with his
need. He fed it first to her and then, holding in his seed, he fed it in turn
to Melinda. He alternated between the two girls, giving each of them equal
time with his prick. Sometimes he stopped and bantered with them,
letting his organ rest lest he blow himself away before he felt ready.
Finally, when he couldnÕt stand his need anymore, he stuffed himself into
KateÕs mouth, almost choking her. He thrust into her throat and, stabbing
in and out of her deeper depths, he discharged his seed into her. Kate
gasped for air when he finally drew himself out of her. Cum splashed
down over her cheeks and chin and ran down her neck and speckled her
boobs. Melinda turned KateÕs face to her own and, with John perfunctorily
commanding it, for Melinda apparently already knew what he wanted, she
licked KateÕs face clean.
Kate was left unmolested for the rest of the day. Eunice offered to
teach Kate piano. Kate found herself sitting bare-assed naked on a soft
cushion on a wooden piano bench, with Eunice beside her. A fire blazed
nearby, warming Kate sufficiently. Kate was made to play chopsticks and
other simple songs as John, sitting nearby in an overstuffed chair,
relished the rise and fall of her nude breasts.
ÒWe will discipline your breasts this evening,Ó John warned Kate.
She might have replied in the negative. But after John spent in her mouth
out by the pool heÕd forced her to accept a black gag. It was made of soft
felt. Kate didnÕt like it. Nonetheless, she was determined to wear it as
gracefully as she could. She was beginning to respect her captors. She
was given leave to explore the house on her own, and even to pick flowers
in the back yard, when the rain let up, provided she kept on her collar and
dutifully wore the gag.
At lunch Melinda pulled KateÕs gag down to her throat. She spoon fed
Kate. It was a lunch of yogurt and brie cheese. They drank wine. Kate
relished the smooth feel of the wine as it slid down her throat for it
promised to ease a little the sting in her bottom, which still hurt. After
lunch she was re-gagged. They played Scrabble, lying nude on the floor in
the living room. Only sexy or dirty words were to be used. Frequently
Kate had to resort to a nearby paperback dictionary to look up words. She
used Òcondom,Ó and Òflagellate,Ó and ÒdisciplineÓ to win rounds for
herself. All the while John teased her about her breasts, watching her
lying on them with her chin up, supported by her fist, so that her bosoms
pillowed her. Whenever Kate lifted herself up her bosoms would reveal
themselves, sometimes right down to her wiggly nipples. John stroked
himself occasionally, and Melinda masturbated a little. They encouraged
Kate to but they didnÕt force her. Near the end of the game, Kate sat up
and, just to appear good, she sat on the floor with her legs crossed and
played in her slit with her fingers. John smiled and told her heÕd go easier
on her breasts when he punished them after dinner.
ÒWhy must they be punished?Ó Kate wanted to ask. But she could
only look at him with her wide blue eyes and frig herself. Her fingers
became visibly wet with herself, and Melinda smiled at the appearance of
dew on the lips of KateÕs cunt.
MAGAZINE REVIEW
by holy joe
Club Confidential, November 1998, $5.99. Paragon Publishing, Inc., P.O.
Box 380, Sandy Hook, CT 06482. No web site listed.
Review: Yesterday a girl called me. She told me she wanted me to
fuck her. I told her I was busy reading the Starr Report.
But this girl was very insistent. She said she wanted to get laid,
right away, and if I didnÕt do it to her, she would get me in trouble. She
proceeded to list all the ways she might get me in trouble:
a. He looked at me. (ÔLookism,Õ a form of sexual harassment.)
b. He molested me. (One touch is enough!)
c. He stalked me. (Just follow the person for a minute or two, and
youÕre guilty.)
d. He sexually harassed me. (One Ôinappropriate commentÕ is
enough!)
e. He attempted to rape me. (ItÕs her word against yours, if you
were alone with her for even a moment.)
As you can imagine, I was shitting bricks by the time sheÕd listed
off all the ways she could get me in trouble. So I agreed to fuck her. But I
wanted to read the Starr Report -- what to do?
Then it hit me. We were on the phone. ÒOkay,Ó I told her. ÒIÕll give
you what you want, if youÕre willing to help me.Ó She said she would. I
told her to go get a cucumber. ÒGet the biggest one you can find,Ó I told
her. ÒBecause thatÕs how big I am!Ó She agreed. (Dumb girl.)
You can see this girl obeying me in the latest issue of Club
Confidential. First she runs to the grocery store and buys the biggest
cucumber she can find. Then she comes home and strips to her panties.
Watch as this girl, obeying my orders, walks upstairs with her panties
around her knees. Then watch her get in bed and lick the big cucumber to
make it all wet. Finally, watch as she kills herself trying to stuff it
inside her!
(Well, you know, I didnÕt want her bothering me anymore!)
My apologies to this girlÕs family. I know it is going to be hard for
you. Some peopleÕs daughters get killed in plane crashes, or auto wrecks,
or from bombs planted by Tim McVeigh. But in your case, youÕre stuck
with having to say, ÒOur daughter was killed by a cucumber.Ó
My friend holy shit says that this girl killing herself with a
cucumber is the sexiest pictorial heÕs ever seen in Club Confidential. But
you know how he is -- riding motorcycles, drinking in bars, and getting in
fights. HeÕs uncivilized. He has no respect for women and their bodies.
(Maybe thatÕs why so many girls like him.) I tried explaining to him that I
was just trying to get back to reading the Starr Report. ItÕs a long
document and it takes awhile to read all those pages. I canÕt have stupid
sex-starved girls interrupting my study of our government!
If youÕre like holy shit, perhaps you will like Club Confidential too.
As for me and Ken Starr, we have loftier objectives in life.
Tangible Evidence
by Diane Oatley
This started out being about me, too, something
about you caused me pain helped
release sorrow either as reminder
of former hurt or of the impossibility of touch.
I press fingertips one by one
into your chest, dig nails into
your back squeeze all the air
out of you and you (the rock who did not
tuck away as my hand fell out to greet it, but
rolled forth with heavy purpose to meet me)
remain now stonily indifferent.
(HereÕs an answer: Tell him, ÒTime for the implant, honey.Ó - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
ANOTHER (de facto) MOLESTER !
ÒHe was 53 to MaynardÕs 18 when he wrote her an admiring letter.
...They decide to meet. MaynardÕs mother helps her make a dress for the
occasion: Ôa sleeveless A-line shift... printed with the ABCÕs in bright
primary colors.Õ ...She... moves into his Cornish, N.H., house. ...Maynard, by
her own description, is... a vulnerable virgin.Ó
- Newsweek, August 17, 1998, pg. 62, on the relationship between 18-
year-old Joyce Maynard and author J.D. Salinger, who wrote ÒThe Catcher
in the Rye.Ó
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