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CLINTON ÒFAKEDÓ AFFAIR
New Poll Finds
(U.P.) Clinton ÒfakedÓ the Lewinsky affair in order to win seats in
Congress, according to a new poll.
The poll, conducted by telephone Wednesday, found 90 percent of
Americans believe President Clinton had no improper relationships.
ÒThatÕs what I tell my children,Ó a woman in Kansas said. ÒLewinsky
was just bait -- and the Republicans took her.Ó
ÒYes, it was to get rid of Newt Gingrich,Ó a woman in S. Carolina
said. ÒI told my kids ClintonÕs too busy praying for them to do well in
school to have any affairs.Ó
ÒOne thing IÕll say, if it will win seats for the Democrats, and get
rid of Gingrich, IÕm all for it,Ó a man in Idaho said.
ÒBill Clinton is like Jesus,Ó a woman in Georgia said. ÒHe would
never have an affair. But heÕs willing to sacrifice himself and look silly
for awhile if it will get that Newt Gingrich out of our Congress!Ó
Andrew Roller Presents
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Issue No. 413
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Nine
Gilda asked Kate whether she would prefer a brandy, or gin, or
vermouth. There was a tiny bar built in to the shelving that lined the wall.
It had no sink but it did have a collection of small bottles and, in a dish
covered with cellophane, slices of lemon and lime, mixed with ice to keep
them chilled. The bottles sat on a flat plastic slab of Blue Ice, recently
taken from the penthouse freezer and still quite cold.
ÒThe vermouth, I guess,Ó Kate said in a childish voice. Gilda popped
a bottle open and poured it into an empty glass and added a wedge of lime.
She presented it to KateÕs lips and, since Kate was cuffed, she slowly
poured it into KateÕs mouth for her. All the while Ben eyed KateÕs bottom,
which rotated apprehensively in the cool air, above the soft bed where she
should have found comfort but was about to find pain instead. Gilda patted
KateÕs head when she was finished and asked Ben if she should be gagged.
Ben nodded. Working quickly, as if she were bridling a horse or a pony,
Gilda fitted a black gag between KateÕs teeth and then secured it behind
her neck. Kate looked at herself in a mirror and Ben saw her face pale.
Then she blushed a little, as Gilda pushed her head down into the pillow on
the bed. Behind her the lovely cheeks of her bottom rose higher as her
face was pushed down into the pillow.
ÒSheÕs ready, sir,Ó Gilda said to Ben.
Kate heard Ben as he strode up behind her. The floor was carpeted
but she could hear his shoes on the carpet if she listened closely. He ran
out the length of cane and she tensed her bare bottom. He lifted his arm
high. She wanted to look up at him but instead she closed her eyes and
waited, heinie tensed, for the first blow to fall.
SWIIIICK! The cane bounced across KateÕs bottom with a firmness
even she hadnÕt expected. It bit her deeply, cutting into both her cheeks
right at their apex, where they stuck out furthest. Kate howled at the
burning sensation and shook her bottom in the air to cool it.
ÒMy, she must want more, look how boldly she offers her seat to you,
sir,Ó Gilda said, breaking her meek faceless facade. Ben frowned at her.
She should be quiet, he told himself. The last thing he needed was for
Gilda to resort to her true self, unpredictable and fiery and unmanageable.
Gilda seemed to sense that he wished her to remain compliant and, smiling
to herself, she bowed her head and pretended not to look at KateÕs ordeal.
WHICCK! Ben hit Kate again and watched as the girl drew in her
bottomcheeks, squeezing them protectively together as she offered up a
wailing, pitiful screech. He hit her again while she was still squeezing
herself, to let her know that nothing could protect her bare fanny from
him. Kate was clearly unprepared for such a swift followup blow and she
seemed to lose her self-control, bursting into tears as the cane swatted
her. He was glad he had gagged her for she was obviously a novice in
bottom-discipline. He knew he would have to take her farther, even on
this first night, than any of her boyfriends might have, with their playful
spanks or their pants belts.
Ben slammed another stroke of the cane into KateÕs bottom and
watched as a welt developed. She would have to get used to having a
welted bottom, he told himself. He would take her just short of bleeding,
and then train her to sit on her bottom despite its welts, eating at meals
on a big pillow and squirming the whole time because she could get no
relief for her seat.
Kate cried into her pillow as blow after blow fell on her bottom. It
was much more than sheÕd expected. Ben was a true master, flaying her
despite her beauty, giving no regard to her screams or her shouts, all of
them muffled, of course, by the insidious gag which bound her teeth apart
and kept her mouth shut even though it was open. Kate wished she hadnÕt
selected Ben to give her the adventure she wished for. He was too rough,
too mean, she assured herself, and yet as each blow of the cane fell and
she ground her pretty face into her pillow she felt a distinct buzzing
between her legs, a natural buzzing, and she wondered why her clitty felt
so aroused at having her bottom flayed like this. She longed to touch
herself but her hands were securely cuffed to the bedÕs headboard. All
below her was softness, the pillow, the sheets, yet her bottom was sore
and getting sorer every minute. It burned like the sun and yet Ben gave it
new strokes to remember. Slap after slap of the cane sizzled its narrow
trail across her heinie. Each left a welt for her to remember it by. Kate
sobbed and felt herself utterly helpless, no longer a teasing flirting girl
but just a mound of prettily weeping flesh. Sometimes she shouted, like a
girl in a girlÕs gym class, but instead of playing soccer or basketball she
was playing at a very painful game of love.
At last, far beyond what Kate thought she could endure, Ben dropped
the cane to the floor. Kate opened her eyes, still squeezing her
bottomcheeks frantically, and saw through a tear-filmed mist Gilda taking
a large dildo down from a shelf near the bar. Gilda squirted the dildo with
baby oil to make it slick and Kate felt a knot in her tummy as she feared
the dildo might be used in her ass.
ÒItÕs not big enough,Ó Kate heard Ben say to Gilda. The woman,
usually meek, looked at Ben with flashing eyes.
ÒItÕs the most she can take... for now,Ó Gilda said to Ben. Kate was
surprised that Gilda would stand up for her but, when Ben relented, Kate
felt even more afraid, for the dildo Gilda had selected still looked larger
than anything Kate had ever been forced to accept before. Gilda patted
KateÕs head and then moved down to her still-wriggling tail. Kate felt
fingertips stroke her cunny and prayed the dildo was meant for her cunt.
But then the softly exploring fingertips slipped back between the cheeks
of her bottom and pried at her hole.
ÒNo!Ó Kate screeched into her gag, but Gilda already had her
fingertips in KateÕs anus and Kate found she couldnÕt close herself off to
Gilda, no matter how hard she squeezed. Suddenly, giving a cry of alarm,
Kate felt a big bulging visitor inquiring within the opened hole of her
rectum. It nosed itself inside, splitting her stricken cheeks wide apart.
Kate shouted but nobody listened. The visitor bulged more deeply into her
and Kate felt as if her ass were going to be plugged up with a giant turd.
Deeper and deeper the dildo went. Kate, trying to escape, lifted
herself, rising up as high as she could, like a cat showing its fur.
ÒDip, dip your back,Ó Gilda said to Kate, and slapped her bottom.
Immediately Kate complied for the slap, coming on top of her already
wounded bottom, made it ring like a bell with pain. Gilda used the
opportunity of KateÕs properly presented heinie to shove the dildo in
deeper.
When Kate felt herself uncomfortably filled with the dildo, Gilda
began drawing it out. But no sooner had Kate begun to breathe a sigh of
relief than Gilda rammed it back up her again, making Kate scream. In and
out the dildo went now, surprising even Kate that it could move so in her
ass, for her bottom was small and tight and Kate had never been violated
like this before, she was sure, though she had attempted some rather large
things in the past, thanks to Marie. The dildo moved in and out of her like
an indecisive turd, not sure whether it wanted to poop out of her, forever
changing its mind as it slid back up her, then began drawing down again,
only to rise up again within her. Kate felt herself lose all of the little
self-control she had left. She sobbed and wept and let Gilda ream her
with the dildo, unable to stop it, only able to feel its awful length as it
worked her.
After Kate had been thoroughly fucked by the dildo Gilda reluctantly
drew it out. Ben was unzipping himself and wanted to fuck Kate and could
wait no longer. Gilda watched Ben get on the bed and she watched his
penis pop from his underpants. She accepted its length in her hands and
squeezed him a little to ease some of his tension, for he would be
squeezed mightily, she knew, in KateÕs girlish cunt, and she wanted him to
last inside her so sheÕd respect him. Gilda squirted some baby oil on BenÕs
cock to help him slip within her more readily. Then she drew him close to
KateÕs pussy and let him do the rest. With a shout Kate received him. Ben
fucked Kate lustily, his cheeks puffing as she resisted him with
schoolgirlish misgivings. His hairy belly banged against her raw hurt
bottom. At last, unable to endure her tempting clenching cunt any longer,
Ben shot his seed deep into her womb. He prayed Kate had taken a Pill for
he realized the Sultan wouldnÕt want her if she were pregnant. Lost in
misgiving, he felt his seed flood her. He would be found dead in an alley if
he couldnÕt sell her because heÕd gotten her pregnant. Ben cursed her
beauty and her innocent sensuousness. He wished heÕd hit her bottom even
harder and promised himself that he would as soon as sheÕd recovered
from this night.
Chapter Ten
In the wee hours of the morning Kate rose and looked in the mirror.
She was in another room now, a big master bedroom in the penthouse
where Gilda had tucked her in after soothing her bottom with warm oils.
Slowly Kate traced the lines and ridges on her bottom where Ben had
struck her with his cane. She shivered as she touched herself; heÕd been
very harsh and showed her no mercy. Even Marie had not used her in this
way. She bit her lip and wondered if sheÕd done the right thing, coming
here. SheÕd wanted a man to use her properly, not just to love her and
pamper her but to challenge her, yet in the aftermath she felt a little TOO
challenged, and she longed for her bed back at the college and the
reassuring gaze of her sexless teddy bear.
Kate went to the vanity and, abjuring sitting down, she stood and
looked at her face and tried repairing her hair and her makeup. Gilda had
promised her that sheÕd be used again in the morning before she was given
a bath. Apparently there was a man Ben knew who loved to fuck girls
whoÕd already been used by somebody else. He would arrive in the morning
all fresh and clean and he would fuck Kate, and she would have to accept
him, Gilda said, because he was a friend of BenÕs and if she loved Ben she
must love his friends also. Kate gulped at the thought of being challenged
so thoroughly. To receive not only a harsh whipping, but another manÕs
penis, a strangerÕs penis, was more that Kate had bargained for. Yet she
had no choice and as she slipped back into bed, after peeing in a chamber
pot next to the vanity, she consoled herself that it would all be over soon
and sheÕd be back at the college safe in her dorm room.
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ON CONSTITUTIONAL INTERPRETATION
by holy joe
A popular theory of Constitutional interpretation is to look at the
Òoriginal intentÓ of the founders. As you know, the person who actually
wrote our U.S. Constitution was Thomas Jefferson.
New DNA evidence sheds light on this fact: Thomas Jefferson
fathered a child with his slave, Sally Hemings.
When Thomas Jefferson had sex with Sally Hemings, he was well
advanced in years, a Ògrown man.Ó Sally Hemings was a 14-year-old girl.
Hence, the Constitution of the United States of America was written
by a pedophile.
Not just a ÒmereÓ pedophile, by the way. Jefferson actually had sex
with Sally Hemings. This means he wasnÕt just a pedophile, or a Òchild
molesterÓ. Jefferson was a child rapist.
Under current American law (enacted, it is fair to say, by men who
do not approach the stature of Jefferson), the father of our Constitution
would be defined as a Òdangerous sexual predator.Ó In California, he would
be chemically castrated. In most American states he would be imprisoned
for life, without parole.
Of course, no legislature can simply make up laws. Any law that is
passed must comport with our Constitution. Now that we know that our
Constitution was written by a child molester, any and all laws relating to
child molesters must be re-interpreted.
It is my hope that the U.S. Supreme Court (again, no body of people
who rise to the stature of Jefferson) will quickly overturn any and all
laws relating to the imprisonment of ÒpedophilesÓ. This will ensure that
we do in fact live in a country of laws, not men.
Additionally, whenever the subject of Law, or of the Constitution,
comes up in the classroom, our precious children must always be reminded
to hold ÒpedophilesÓ in the highest regard. After all, had a child molester
not penned our Constitution, it is doubtful that America would be the
great nation it is today.
How many contemporary Thomas Jeffersons are locked away in U.S.
prisons, labelled as Òchild molestersÓ? This should be a term of honor,
not of criminality or derision!
AND IN THE END...
THE WISDOM OF SHAKESPEARE
ÒShakespeare is fiercely perceptive... he somehow understood...
that a woman could be at 14 or 15 emotionally and spiritually, and in
terms of generosity, fully mature, and that it took men 60 or 70 years.Ó
- Harold Bloom (Charlie Rose, November 2, 1998).
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For more on the child rapist who penned our U.S. Constitution, and
his beautiful sex slave Sally Hemings, purchase the following articles,
for $2.50 each, from:
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articles).
Article 1: ÒDNA Test Finds Evidence Of Jefferson Child by SlaveÓ, by
Dinitia Smith and Nicholas Wade, November 1, 1998.
Article 2: ÒWord for Word/The History Books; The Content of
Jefferson's Character Is Revealed at Last, Or Is It?Ó, by Daryl Royster
Alexander, November 8, 1998.