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EXCLUSIVE !!!
Document: DOD 1497-Aj
Security Rating: This document is for internal Department of Defense and
NATO use only and shall be handled in accordance with DOD protocol for
TOP SECRET material.
Title: EXPANDED NATO TARGET LIST
Target <Target Location> (Reason for Target in parentheses):
1. Serbian Ping Pong Factory <Novi Sad> (So Serbian Army troops are
deprived of morale-enhancing recreation.)
2. Serbian Army Officers Club <Mitrovika> (So Serbian officers are
forced to eat in the Enlisted MenÕs Club, thereby taxing Serbian Army
eating accommodations.)
3. Tent <Ohrid> (So there is one less tent available to the Serbian Army.)
4. Serbian Color T.V. Station <Tetovo> (So Serbian Army troops are
forced to watch black and white T.V.)
5. Serbian Army Mess Hall <Solunska> (So Serbian Army troops in Kosovo
will be forced to eat C-Rations.)
6. Podium <Sento> (So Serbian Army briefers have to give briefings
without a podium.)
7. Serbian Army Movie Theatre <Belgrade> (So Serbian President
Milosivitchklkya cannot go to the movies.)
8. Serbian Army Movie Theatre <Cocok> (So Serbian Vice President
Dragloskyvchg cannot go to the movies either.)
9. Serbian Army Checkers Factory <Kikinda> (So Serbian Army Troops
will not be able to play checkers.)
10. Serbian Army B.B. Gun Factory <Zajecar> (So Serbian Army troops
wonÕt be able to shoot B.B.Õs.)
11. MONUMENT to Serbian President Milosivitchklkya <Belgrade> (So
Serbian President Milosivitchklkya will be forced to build a new
monument to himself.)
Additional Information: Targeting information regarding Serbian tanks
and troops in Kosovo is still in the planning stages at this time.
Distribution: This information is to be distributed to all relevant DOD and
NATO personnel in accordance with information sharing procedures as
outlined in DOD-TXT1479-3
This document supersedes Vietnam target list 18j72 which is obsolete.
Andrew Roller Presents
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Issue No. 423
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Twelve
When it was over Kate was sent upstairs. She had to go herself. Her
aunt would not take her. Kate was forced to leave the dining room, her
aunt glaring after her, frightening her with a sudden change of mood.
KateÕs bottom was all burny and red and she felt humiliated. Yet she knew
that somewhere behind her the man whoÕd licked her was even now
watching with a deep and perverted appreciation, perhaps awe, as Kate
danced from the room, her eyes crying and her asscheeks jiggling like
theyÕd just jumped up from a hot stove.
Kate awoke and realized it had all been a dream. She was 19, not 9.
The maid was tugging at her and she was forced to rise, still handcuffed.
The maid helped her down from the table.
Kate spent the day sleeping. At the Point it was none to difficult to
get oneÕs sleep cycle reversed. The nights were a long festival of fucking,
the days were a quiet time, with barely a footstep to be heard. At
noontime Gilda came to KateÕs bedroom and woke her to inspect her
bottom. Finding its condition acceptable, Gilda introduced a new, large
dildo up KateÕs ass. She secured it with a strap around KateÕs waist and,
after locking it, so that Kate couldnÕt remove it, a kind of chastity belt in
reverse, she let Kate go back to sleep.
That afternoon as Kate slept she dreamed of Ben. She realized in her
dream how deeply she loved him. She reminded him of her father, who had
died when she was a little girl, except he was more demanding of her than
her father had been. She had always felt guilty about her fatherÕs death.
He had been killed in an accident but she felt she was somehow
responsible. So it was an easy thing, later in the day when she awoke to a
crashing of furniture, and found Ben bleeding in the hall, and his visitors
standing over him, mobsters, for her to accept that she must be sold to
save him. She was taken to the airport by him and he flew on the long
flight with her to Arabia, where the Sultan waited to purchase her. She
was relieved of her anal plug before travelling. She would have to be sold
as she was, still unsure of herself, still untested and untrained in many
ways.
At the airport in Arabia Ben kissed her and told promised her heÕd
buy her back from the Sultan as soon as he got the money. Then he left,
and she was with a man representing the Sultan, all by herself in a foreign
country. She wore a short black dress and black stockings and had her hair
pinned up to show off her lovely face. The man, unmoved, or not showing
any appreciation for her if he felt it, ordered her to his car. She was put
by herself in the back seat of his car and he cuffed her hands behind her
before going to the front of the car and getting behind the wheel. He drove
her through the darkness. There was no moon, just a brilliant splattering
of stars across the night sky that grew as brilliant as diamonds as they
left the International Airport behind and passed quickly into the
wasteland of an Arabian desert. Carefully watered bushes and trees gave
way instantly, at the airportÕs exit, to an unwatered sea of dark rolling
sand dunes.
Kate sat quietly in the back of the car. She tested her handcuffs and
found them securely locked. She was not gagged, at least, and it relieved
her that she was allowed at least that liberty. She tried sitting back and
crossing her legs. It was awkward, doing it in handcuffs, but she managed.
She felt a certain sense of welcome privacy with her thighs crossed. But
her skirt was short and the starlight from the stars bathed her black-
stockinged legs in a soft white glow.
Kate was surprised she hadnÕt been blindfolded but, in thinking on it,
realized there would be little need of it. The desert was faceless. As the
car wound on a road that quickly turned to bare dirt, Kate found her sense
of direction getting away from her. What sheÕd hoped to be an intuitive
sense within herself of Ôthat way from the airportÕ became a hopeless
jumble as the road twisted among the dunes, crossed other small roads,
and passed between a ridge of high cliffs.
The car arrived at the SultanÕs palace perhaps an hour after theyÕd
left the airport. Kate had worn a watch but the SultanÕs pick-up man had
taken it from her at the airport. Now, glancing at her legs and sitting
neatly cuffed in the back seat, Kate felt the walls of the palace enclose
her as the driver entered into the palaceÕs courtyard. A servant in a red
tunic ran to the door of the car and opened it as soon as the car had
stopped. He let out the driver and then, going to the back of the car, he
opened KateÕs door and helped her out. Standing on a surface of smooth-
beaten sand in her black pumps, She awkwardly smoothed her dress down
over her bottom with her cuffed hands.
Kate was led into the palace. She wanted to stare at the walls and
the carved statues and the paintings and the hanging plants, but she was
escorted like a late visitor directly to a bedroom within the palace.
The driver whoÕd met her at the airport disappeared. Instead she
was turned over to a middle-aged woman. Kate tried to smile at the
woman to gain her favor but the woman barely looked at her. She was past
her prime in looks, once beautiful but now a little plump, but with large
breasts. Her hips matched her bosoms in size. She had dark skin, like an
Arab woman, but when she spoke to Kate there was a trace of a British
accent in her voice.
ÒUndress completely,Ó the woman said to Kate, standing with her in
the bedroom. She unlocked the handcuffs so Kate could comply. As Kate
undressed, the woman watched her. When Kate was bare, forced even to
remove her panties and her stockings, the woman seized KateÕs face and
opened KateÕs mouth and inspected her teeth. Then, just as
unsympathetically, she gave KateÕs breasts a quick exam. Then she had
Kate lie down on the bed and she opened KateÕs legs and did a pap smear.
She got Kate up off the bed and went to a dresser against the wall and
opened it.
ÒBathe yourself in the bathroom. Then put this on,Ó the woman told
Kate. She dropped a tiny black panty onto the bed. Kate waited for more
clothes to be offered but, standing with her arms wrapped around her
middle, she realized the panty was the only item of clothing she would
wear. ÒAfter your bath someone will come to do your nails and your hair,Ó
the darkskinned woman said to Kate. ÒAnd you will be given new shoes.
DonÕt delay in the bath. The Sultan will be eager to meet his new guest. I
trust you know how to be pleasing for a man?Ó
ÒY-Yes,Ó Kate stammered.
The woman turned away without saying anything more. She left the
room and locked the door. Kate went to the bedroomÕs adjoining bathroom.
She had to pee and she was glad she hadnÕt been forced to ask permission.
As she sat relieving herself she wondered what would become of her. Was
she doing this for Ben? Or to fill some unearthly sexual need within
herself? Or, perhaps, to punish herself for her fatherÕs untimely death?
As she listened to her pee hit the water in the toilet she tried not to think
of where she was or what might happen to her. She prayed the Sultan
would be a wise, forgiving man. The alternative could leave her little
more than a walking cunt.
Kate was taken to meet the Sultan. She wore only new heels that
were given to her by a servant, and the panties laid out for her. Yet her
nails were gleaming and highly polished and her hair was breathtaking. It
had been transformed from a long but ordinary mane into a sensual
cascade of loose curls that hung round her face and down her bare back.
At dinner she sat alone with the Sultan, except for servants in
chador-like robes who served them. All the servants were male. Their
features and their physiques were completely hidden by their robes. Only
the Sultan was dressed normally, as a man might be in such an area,
wearing a small turban on his head and a glittering tunic bound round his
waist with a red sash Unfortunately, he was a fat and physically
repulsive man. But he was gracious to her. As he ate and watched her eat,
sitting topless across from him, he encouraged Kate to tell of her classes
at college and what sheÕd learned in them. He appeared to listen
attentively as she described the intricacies of British literary theory
compared to American theory. She explained the declining of nouns in
French to him. She gave him her opinions about American politics. Yet, all
the while, she couldnÕt escape the thought that he had a sinister gleam in
his eyes, and he looked entirely too much of the time at the swaying of her
naked young breasts.
Kate was famished from her long flight and the inedible airplane
food which she hadnÕt been able to eat, yet she nibbled at her food as she
ate with the Sultan, for she felt a growing sense of fear about her
situation. He was certainly not a man who had anything to offer her,
except his servants and the wealth of his palace. But so far sheÕd been
given little sense that sheÕd have any say in how either was used.
The Sultan encouraged her to eat. He told her she needed the food,
because sheÕd want lots of energy.
The meal drew to a close and Kate was offered dessert. She thought
of declining, to keep her weight proper, but remembered the SultanÕs
warning about energy and decided to indulge. As she ate a big slice of
chocolate cream-covered pie the Sultan asked, ÒAnd in the arts of Love,
my dear, are you as skilled in those as you are in your french
declensions?Ó
Kate nodded uneasily with a faceful of cake in her mouth. ÒSo good.
It is so good,Ó the Sultan said. He ate his dessert with relish, though he
looked as if he would only add it to his waistline, for his every movement
was flaccid, as if he feared exerting himself might bring an end to his
kingdom.
When Kate had been fed the Sultan rose up from his chair and
beckoned Kate into another room. There, in a kind of sitting room, stood
his Arabian mistress, the one who had given Kate her panties. Kate had
learned to call her Mistress. Nothing else, no name after it, just
ÔMistress.Õ Beside Mistress stood a small quiet blonde. She looked to be
KateÕs age and she wore only panties also, but white ones, in contrast to
the black ones Kate had been given. As Kate walked up to her, accompanied
by the Sultan, she realized she was the same height as the girl. They
might have been twin sisters, for the girlÕs hair was curled like KateÕs,
though a bit fluffier, and she had bosoms as big as KateÕs, with a matching
wasp waistline and trim hips. KateÕs bottom had healed from her masterÕs
punishment and, blushingly looking her new acquaintance over, at the
SultanÕs insistence, she found that the girl had a bottom as round and
pretty and white as her own was.
ÒYouÕll both share a horsey ride tonight,Ó the Sultan said.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
Hi. My name is P.P. Wilson. I wrote the software for security at the
Oklahoma Federal Building and now IÕve got a new job. ItÕs to review nudie
magazines for holy joe. Here is a quick run-down of new porno magazines
that are available at your newsstand right now.
Playboy Newsstand Specials - These just keep getting better and
better. This month there are two magazines available. One is about
Playboy centerfolds and the other is a magazine about sexy girls who live
next door. (Unfortunately none of them live next door to me.) These are
both very great issues. There are lots of great shots of girlsÕ bottoms.
There are lots of great shots of girls pulling down their panties. There
are even shots of girls fondling their own breasts, and other cool stuff
too.
Tight - This magazine keeps getting better and better too. There are
lots of slender girls in this magazine who look 12-years-old. It is very
nice to see such beautiful, virginal girls. They do cute things too, like
pulling down their panties and stuff like that.
Swank - This magazine sometimes has crappy color printing. But
one of the Tight girls is now in this magazine and she has a really scared
look on her face. She looks like a kidnapped young girl. It is pretty fun to
see. I checked a previous issue of Swank and there was a girl in that issue
too who had sort of a dumbfounded, scared look on her face. If you have
wanted to rule over beautiful slave girls, this is the magazine for you!
Well thatÕs all I can think of right now. Your friend, P.P. Wilson
AND IN THE END...
ÒThank God thereÕs finally something to watch on T.V.Ó
- anonymous U.S. viewer.
ÒItÕs about time they put something on!Ó
- another anonymous U.S. viewer.
ÒWe will consider sending in ground troops if our ratings begin to go
down.Ó
- U.S. State Department Official on CNN.
ÒRats. IÕm not on T.V. anymore.Ó
- Special Prosecutor Kenneth Star
ÒSTARR INDICTS SLOBODAN MILOSEVIC!Ó
- Matt Drudge
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