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CLINTON “FAKED” AFFAIR
New Poll Finds
(U.P.) Clinton “faked” 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.
“That’s what I tell my children,” a woman in Kansas said.
“Lewinsky was just bait -- and the Republicans took her.”
“Yes, it was to get rid of Newt Gingrich,” a woman in S.
Carolina said. “I told my kids Clinton’s too busy praying for them to
do well in school to have any affairs.”
“One thing I’ll say, if it will win seats for the Democrats,
and get rid of Gingrich, I’m all for it,” a man in Idaho said.
“Bill Clinton is like Jesus,” a woman in Georgia said. “He
would never have an affair. But he’s willing to sacrifice himself and
look silly for awhile if it will get that Newt Gingrich out of our
Congress!”
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 413
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s 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.
“The vermouth, I guess,” 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 Kate’s lips and, since Kate was cuffed,
she slowly poured it into Kate’s mouth for her. All the while Ben eyed
Kate’s 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 Kate’s 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 Kate’s
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.
“She’s ready, sir,” 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 Kate’s bottom with a
firmness even she hadn’t 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.
“My, she must want more, look how boldly she offers her seat to
you, sir,” 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 Kate’s 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 Kate’s 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 she’d 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 hadn’t 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 bed’s 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 girl’s
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.
“It’s not big enough,” Kate heard Ben say to Gilda. The woman,
usually meek, looked at Ben with flashing eyes.
“It’s the most she can take... for now,” 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 Kate’s 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.
“No!” Kate screeched into her gag, but Gilda already had her
fingertips in Kate’s anus and Kate found she couldn’t 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.
“Dip, dip your back,” 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 Kate’s 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 Kate’s girlish cunt, and she
wanted him to last inside her so she’d respect him. Gilda squirted some
baby oil on Ben’s cock to help him slip within her more readily. Then
she drew him close to Kate’s 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 wouldn’t 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 couldn’t sell her because
he’d gotten her pregnant. Ben cursed her beauty and her innocent
sensuousness. He wished he’d hit her bottom even harder and promised
himself that he would as soon as she’d 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;
he’d been very harsh and showed her no mercy. Even Marie had not used
her in this way. She bit her lip and wondered if she’d done the right
thing, coming here. She’d 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 she’d be used again in the morning before
she was given a bath. Apparently there was a man Ben knew who loved to
fuck girls who’d 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 Ben’s 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 man’s penis, a stranger’s 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 she’d 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 “original intent” 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 “grown man.” 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 “mere” pedophile, by the way. Jefferson actually
had sex with Sally Hemings. This means he wasn’t just a pedophile, or a
“child molester”. 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 “dangerous sexual predator.” 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 “pedophiles”. 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 “pedophiles” 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 “child molesters”? This should be a term of honor,
not of criminality or derision!
AND IN THE END...
THE WISDOM OF SHAKESPEARE
“Shakespeare 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.”
- Harold Bloom (Charlie Rose, November 2, 1998).
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Article 1: “DNA Test Finds Evidence Of Jefferson Child by Slave”, by
Dinitia Smith and Nicholas Wade, November 1, 1998.
Article 2: “Word for Word/The History Books; The Content of Jefferson's
Character Is Revealed at Last, Or Is It?”, by Daryl Royster Alexander,
November 8, 1998.
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