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CLINTON APOLOGIZES
and this time he means it !
My fellow Americans, I have sinned! But the sin is not
original with me. It began with Adam, who was created by God to live in
holy communion with God.
We all know what happened. Adam felt alone, despite his
personal relationship with God, and so God created a female for Adam.
Today, on this day, I am returning all men to a state of grace
with God. For on this day, I William Jefferson Clinton, am releasing
into the world a CIA-created virus that will kill all the females in the
world.
No longer will men be able to substitute sex with a female for
a personal relationship with their Creator. Now men will once again be
free to know God, undistracted by the wiles of the Satan-inspired
creature known as “the female”.
Blessed is man, for he is at last free! No longer will men
have to endure being called foul names by the female, for the female
will no longer exist!
Goodbye, females! You have been a curse unto us men for 6,000
years, but on this day we are finally rid of you, and freed from our
bondage to you and to your bodies.
How obscene that creature was, the female, walking around with
a hole between her legs! Can you imagine such a filthy creature, not
even having a penis, but wandering around with some wicked pouch that
lured men to stick themselves into her?
What is the origin of war on earth, of dissention among men?
It is the competition among men for females. This dissention will no
longer exist, for now we men will be free to worship the Lord, and to
live freely with Him in a newfound paradise on earth, unpolluted by
females.
Glory be to God! And on earth, peace and good will to men.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 400
Naughty Naked Sinners in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Seven
“Bring the strap. Our guest may prove unruly,” Melinda said
casually, brushing her hair back from her face as she spoke. Kate
shivered and felt her bottomcheeks tense. John cupped her bare heinie
with his broad calloused palm and made her step into the tub.
“Sit down. I’m going to bind your hands to the post so Melinda
can wash you properly,” John told Kate. She looked up at him. She was
forced to huddle in the tub in a seated position, her bottom against the
cold tin floor of the tub, with her knees drawn up to her chin. Her
arms sought refuge from John’s command by wrapping themselves around her
legs. Kate interlinked her fingers in hopes of denying him.
As easily as if plucking fruit from a branch, John reached down
with his hands and plucked up Kate’s. He lofted her hands over her and
pushed them backward until they bumped against the post. Then he
fastened each of her wrists into the steel manacles that were fixed to
the post. Kate, not fighting him by trying to remove her hands from
his, instead leaned forward and bit at his crotch with her mouth. His
dick was caught quite visibly in his trousers and she tongued at his
zipper with her tongue and then caught it between her teeth. As he
bolted her wrists to the post she unzipped his pants. She delved
between his opened zipper with her tongue, feeling the steel bits of the
opened zipper scrape themselves against her tongue as she went
exploring. She licked his cotton underpants. They were stiff with
promise. John laughed as he felt what she was doing to him. Quickly he
finished binding her. Then he opened his trousers and dug inside his
underpants hole and presented Kate with his freed cock.
Kate gasped at his size. He was as big as any man she’d
encountered. She gave his pee hole a tentative lick with her tongue.
Then, boldly, as if to scare him, she caught his big bulbing penis head
between her teeth and drew back her lips to let him see how her small
pearly teeth held him so dangerously. But even as she lightly bit him
she could feel his girth and the blood pounding in his shaft and she
knew he was like an iron beam, barely feeling her little teeth as they
tried to taunt him. So she licked his pee slit with her tongue again
and this, unlike the biting, produced a response in him. He sighed and
seemed to grit his teeth and for a moment she felt scared that he might
actually spill himself into her mouth. She looked up at him and watched
his face as he recovered himself.
Out of the corner of Kate’s eye she saw a large rotund woman
dressed in an old-fashioned maid’s outfit. She walked across the wooden
floor carrying a leather belt. She held it out in front of herself by
her fingertips, as if she were afraid of it, or disapproved of the use
it might be put to.
“I trust the tea is satisfactory, ma’am?” the maid asked in a
voice that showed her pride, despite her status.
“I’m sure it will be, Eunice,” Melinda answered. If the maid
noticed that Melinda was completely naked, and that Kate was new and
naked too, and that John had his penis between Kate’s lips, the maid
showed it not. Primly she turned upon giving Melinda the belt and
walked back across the floor and up the cellar steps. She was quite fat
and Kate could hear her stockinged thighs rubbing together as she
walked. Yet, lifting her dress slightly to keep it from brushing the
steps, the maid walked with a certainty and a gracefulness that Kate
envied. She was just a little college girl ensconced in an old tub, but
the maid was a proud, matronly woman, who performed her duties well but
obviously suffered no abuse from anyone.
“Call if you need me, ma’am. I’ll be walking the dog
meantime,” Eunice said without turning to look back at them. Kate
watched the woman’s girth disappear up beyond the top of the steps and
she heard the cellar door open and close.
“She does good work,” John said absently to Kate. “The tea is
always fresh and she takes care of everything we don’t want to bother
with.” As he spoke he eased his cock out from between Kate’s lips. She
gave his penis a parting kiss on its tip.
“Sit back and relax. I’ll wash her,” Melinda told John. He
retreated to the pile of cushions and sat down on them. Leaning back,
he lay like a Roman emperor, still dressed in his suit but with his
penis out to take in the air. It stuck up like a scepter.
Melinda took something from atop the bales of pot. Kate saw it
brought into the light made by the flickering candles and saw that it
was a camera.
“Do you want to begin photographing her?” Melinda asked John.
“Yes,” John smiled. He took the camera from Melinda. He
adjusted its knobs and its lens.
“I don’t want to be photographed!” Kate blurted. She tried to
get up from the tub but found she’d lost her ability to, given that her
hands were fixed to the post.
“Oh, John’s going to record every nuance of your emotions
during your stay here,” Melinda smiled. Her eyes glinted as John
pointed the camera at Kate and set of its flash bulb. Kate’s eyes were
recorded in panic, her breasts bouncing on her chest as she tried,
vainly, to rise from the metal tub she’d stuffed herself into. “You
should be proud of the expense he’s going to, just for you,” Melinda
said with a smirking smile. “The best soaps and the finest tea and
fresh silk cushions for you to lie upon are all yours, because he
considers you beautiful, even though you are just a girl starting
college. And the expense he’ll incur printing all those photos he’s
going to take of you! He hopes to recoup the cost, of course, charging
quite a lot for a peek at you in your birthday suit, but it’s a risk all
the same, and he might lose his shirt, if men feel you don’t suit them.”
John took photograph after photograph of Kate, catching her
every gasp as she stared into his camera and then, blushing, tried her
best to look away, all the while with her arms manacled above her and
her breasts responding buoyantly to every one of her nervous sighs.
Melinda walked over to her and began pumping the pump. John captured a
shot of her bottom as she bent over the pump and worked its handle.
Melinda’s breasts dangled beneath her like ripe fruit and Kate wished
she could bite off Melinda’s stem-like nipples. John caught another
shot of Kate as the ice cold water from the pump spurted and sloshed
over Kate into her imprisoning tub. It came from deep within the earth
and Kate hoped there weren’t any nightcrawlers breeding down in that
deep underground well that fed her bath. The water was freezing and
Kate felt her nipples stand out even more protrudingly, as if that were
possible. Yet the water, washing over her, felt cleansing too, washing
away the sperm of the men who had loved her in Marie’s evil ‘game room.’
Melinda bathed Kate lovingly. She lifted each of Kate’s
bosoms, using a sponge. She bent and teasingly kissed each of Kate’s
nipples before passing the soap-laden sponge over them. She washed
between Kate’s thighs, and John recorded Kate’s apprehension as Melinda
scrubbed Kate’s pussy until Kate felt herself brinking on orgasm.
Kate’s arms were unshackled when it was time for her bottom to be
bathed. Melinda smoothed her soft palm across its white, satiny
surface. Kate suspected she’d feel something much less pleasant on her
bottom before her visit with John and Melinda was over but, for the
moment, her hiney was accorded the same luscious affection as the rest
of her. Her legs were washed and Melinda complimented their length and
firmness. They were a little skinny, she told Kate, but in time her
thighs would fill out.
Kate was made to present her slit to Melinda and the woman
stuck a squeeze tube into her and douched her, John watching,
photographing it all. Kate blushed deeply, knowing the tube must look
like a prick upping its way into her, or growing out from her, but there
was nothing she could do and she was sleepy now from her long night and
she didn’t resist. Melinda douched Kate’s bottom too, for she could see
that someone had spent himself in her there, leaving his seed behind to
slowly ooze out of her.
Melinda washed Kate’s hair for her, using the shampoo and a
bottle of conditioner that had been sulking behind the post, amidst a
collection of rude upstanding dildos and a little pile of condoms. Kate
wondered at the collection. No doubt some of the items would be put to
use soon, but she had no control over when or why or how. Melinda
rinsed her under the cold tap of the hand pump and then, holding her
arm, she bade Kate to get out of the tub.
Kate was dried with a soft towel, Melinda drying her as John
took photos. Melinda made sure that in drying between Kate’s legs, and
across her nipples, she rubbed enough to get Kate excited. Kate’s slit
pulsed with soft desire and she longed to be made to sit on John’s
upstanding penis. He continued photographing her, catching each of her
blushes and sighs.
They took in tea and bagels, Melinda feeding Kate and herself
as Kate was made to sit on the cushions with her hands newly handcuffed
behind her. Kate didn’t like this odd subservient, captive Queen role
they’d planned for her but there was nothing she could do about it.
John was big and quite strong and his biceps looked as if they might
tear open the sleeves of his suitcoat whenever he bent his arms.
Meanwhile, sticking up through his elegant trousers stood his penis,
obviously satisfied by what it saw.
To Kate’s surprise, her hands were unlocked after she’d been
fed. She rubbed her wrists again. The cuffs had been tight and
bothered her but she’d not complained, for she felt a strange excitement
at being forced to sit open-legged, Indian-style, with John able to see
and photograph her moist slit. Now that her hands were hers again she
placed one of them over her pussy to see what denying a view of herself
to John would provoke.
“Yes, rub yourself. Let John photograph you rubbing yourself,”
Melinda told Kate. At first Kate felt bashful but she was quite aroused
by how they treated her and, reluctantly, looking down at her naughty
slit which so deeply wanted to be fucked, she rubbed it. She found her
spot. She threw back her head and gasped loudly as she made herself
totter up to the brink of orgasm. Then, just before she was about to
cum, with Melinda playing with her own pussy as she watched Kate, the
woman stopped herself and reached out and stopped Kate too.
“That’s enough,” Melinda told Kate. “All is not just pleasure
here. Anyone could see that buy simply buying Penthouse. John
photographs girls in all their moods.” Kate sighed and wanted very much
to play with herself some more, just the little more that was required,
but she couldn’t, for Melinda held her hand firmly and seemed ready to
capture her other hand if Kate tried to use it to please herself. John,
flash pulsing, captured Kate’s mood as she shivered just out of reach of
her orgasm. Kate’s breasts heaved on her chest and her nipples stood up
like thorns. Her soft girlish belly sighed deeply.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Melinda told Kate. “John and I collect
fine antiques and he’d get some nice photos of you if he let you see
them.”
Up the stairs they went, leaving the cellar. Kate was made to
go first up the steps. Melinda followed her. Instead of handcuffing
Kate again, Melinda simply held Kate’s wrists behind Kate’s back,
keeping them there with just the slightest pressure of her manicured
fingers. Kate didn’t resist. She was glad she could avoid the tight
binding of the handcuffs. She wondered if Melinda watched her bottom as
she walked up the steps, for it protruded behind her, on account of her
arms being held behind her. She suspected Melinda watched the rolling
of Kate’s ass cheeks and Kate gave them an extra wiggle as she mounted
each step, just to show Melinda that despite her captivity she was
capable of a little teasing herself. John followed, snapping the
occasional picture. He left his penis hanging out of his trousers. It
was hard and erect and showed no sign of lessening in its ardor for
Kate.
Short Cut
by Steve De France
There is a jumper standing
on the 105 freeway overpass.
Twenty stories high, perched on a ledge,
swaying like a hawk in high wind.
He’s ready to launch himself
down on the Harbor Freeway.
The freeway as unmoving as any cemetery.
Commuter cars log-jammed by police blockades.
>From my car, I watch the man next to me.
It’s cold today. But I see sweat
gather at his collar, drip over his back.
Making a round wet puddle, a drop at a time....
People straining necks skyward.
A helicopter circles.
Sirens labor up the Diamond Lane.
We’re down here,
looking up at you.
Cursing you for holding up
traffic. Some of us want
the police sharp-shooter
to put a bullet between your eyes.
Humanity just doesn’t have it.
We just don’t care, anymore.
We want to see you fall,
but out of traffic lanes.
We’re tired out.
Too much murder.
Too many movies.
Too much inhumanity.
You see, the State is paid to care for people like you: 9-5
We just want to get on down the L.A. Freeway.
Nervous. Sleepless. Sweating.
Maybe we should take the short cut and join you on that ledge.
AND IN THE END...
What Would Jacob Do?
“Jacob fled into the country of Syria... and for a wife he kept
sheep.”
- Hosea 12:12.
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