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MATTEL TO RELEASE NEW ÒKENÓ
LOS ANGELES (UP) - Mattel Toy Co. announced today that a new Ken
doll will be released in the first quarter of 1998. Ken is the companion
doll to Barbi.
ÒThe new Ken doll is designed to raise boysÕ self esteem, and to
lower the expectations of girls,Ó a Mattel spokesperson said Tuesday. ÒIt
will be an anatomically correct doll. It will reflect the physical
proportions of the average American male. Too many girls have grown up
playing with the equivalent of Clark Kent, aka. Superman. Our new Ken doll
will help girls feel comfortable when they find themselves in bed with the
average male,Ó Mattel said.
Mattel detailed KenÕs new proportions: ÒThe doll wonÕt be bald. Ken
will, however, be balding. He will wear glasses. He will have an overbite.
His shoulders will be narrower than on the old doll. His hips will be
wider.
ÒKenÕs stomach will be bigger than his chest. His legs will be short,
and Ken will be shorter than Barbi. He will, however, have large feet.
They will have a slight odor.
ÒLike many men, Ken will have a small mustache. This will make up
for his sparse amount of chest hair. Also, it will be in keeping with KenÕs
new 1990Õs role as a Police Officer. He will come equipped with a
nightstick, though children playing with Barbi can have her wield the
nightstick if they prefer,Ó Mattel said.
Other attire available for Ken will also be in line with 1990Õs
American values, according to Mattel. The new Ken will come with
optional clothing that can allow him to be dressed as a nurse, a secretary,
or a hair stylist. When asked to provide further details on KenÕs anatomy,
Mattel noted that he will have peppercorn hair, Asian eyes, and no penis.
ÒWeÕre calling him ÔMulti-Cultural KenÕ,Ó the Mattel spokesperson
enthused. ÒHis mother was Asian, his father was black. His grandfather
was white, however, but his grandmother was Puerto Rican. His great-
grandfather was an Eskimo.
ÒKenÕs religion, however, is Native American,Ó the Mattel
spokesperson added. ÒHe prays to the Great Spirit. However, he is also a
believer in Jesus Christ, and goes to church every Sunday. On Saturday, he
goes to the Jewish Temple. And, every day, he prays five times during the
day to Mecca. At night he practises Buddhism.Ó
A reporter for Toy Insider provided additional details on the physical
aspects of the Ken doll: ÒHe has a rather large navel. Also, they enlarged
his ass because, like the average American male, he spends a lot of time
sitting and watching T.V. He has an overdeveloped right hand which,
Mattel assured me, is from using the T.V. remote control, not from reading
magazines.
ÒFrankly,Ó the reporter for Toy Insider confided, ÒThe new Ken looks
a lot like that guy. WhatÕs his name? Holy joe. Now your daughter can
play all day with Holy joe.Ó
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Issue No. 313
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Three
ÒKiss my hand,Ó Jasmine said. She presented it palm upward, the
very palm that had just slapped me! I hesitated. She drew her hand away
and abruptly slapped me again.
ÒOWWWW!Ó I cried. I bent my head down and felt my breasts shiver
beneath me as my ass bobbed all around, brazenly displaying itself. I
squeezed my cheeks into themselves and then let go, squeezed again.
ÒKiss my hand,Ó Jasmine ordered once more. This time when she
offered her palm to my lips I kissed her hand freely. ÒVery good,Ó she said
afterward. She made me turn around. ÒYour breasts are lovely, let me feel
them,Ó she said. I stood quietly and she fondled me roughly, squeezing my
tits like fruit in a market. She gave each of my nipples a little pinch. I
suppressed a cry. ÒYou are young and healthy, fit for training,Ó Jasmine
said. ÒLet me see your teeth.Ó I opened my mouth. I said Ôah.Õ She looked
inside. ÒYes, you can wear a bit,Ó she said. She reached down and fondled
my dell. A finger intruded. ÒYou have had sex before?Ó she asked. I bit my
lip and nodded. ÒYou feel tight. We will work on that. Turn around again.Ó
I turned, fearfully. She spread my ass cheeks and looked at the dimple of
my hole. ÒFine, good, let me feel,Ó she said, pleased with my appearance,
wanting to check me inside. ÒDonÕt resist me, girl,Ó she warned. But
despite licking the tip of her finger she could barely get it in. ÒYou will
have to be widened,Ó she said at last with a sigh. Again I sensed her jaded
nature. She had trained other girls before, I knew. I was nothing new,
just another 16-year-old, I realized. Had Brent brought other girls before
me, or was I his first, and Jasmine merely a woman old before her time,
her looks remaining, but her desire depleted? She made me turn to face
her again and I felt as if I were in the presence of a nurse, being examined
clinically, not for the purposes of love.
ÒSit down on that chair,Ó she said. She pointed to a big furry
armchair and I walked self-consciously to it and sat down in its warmth
with my bare bottom. My bottom that would have to be widened. My
cheeks felt tight upon the soft fuzzy seat of the chair. I did not want to
be widened.
Jasmine lay a simple cloth beneath my left arm. Then she produced a
needle from a little bag and a tourniquet. I gasped, cringed. My nipples,
hard already, stiffened even further in fright. ÒA blood test is necessary
to make sure youÕre free of disease,Ó Jasmine said. She did not stop to
ask my permission but merely took my slim arm and wrapped the tubing
tightly around it. She swabbed the crook of my arm with an alcohol pad.
ÒAll our men here are free from disease, you can be assured of that,Ó she
told me. She stabbed. I screamed briefly but I couldnÕt help it. ÒDonÕt
resist any of them. They will not give you any diseases, nor the women
either.Ó When the syringe was full Jasmine removed the needle, popped
the tourniquet, and handed me a fresh piece of cotton. I daubed the place
where sheÕd stabbed me.
Another woman made me stand. I remembered from our
introductions that she was named Lisa. She clasped my shoulders and
guided me out of the room. As I passed Brent I saw that he was still being
entertained by the other woman, the one who liked cream-crackers. A
friend had undressed her and she was down on her knees now, sucking hard
on my new boyfriend. With a grunt he suddenly came in her mouth and she
began swallowing quickly. ÒWe all share here,Ó Lisa told me. ÒNever
refuse anyone. It is not permitted.Ó I watched in dismay as my new
boyfriendÕs seed spilled from the lips of the woman and ran down her chin
and speckled her breasts. ÒDo you feel jealous?Ó Lisa asked me.
ÒYes,Ó I answered.
ÒGood, you have come to the right place then,Ó Lisa replied. ÒWe can
train you not to.Ó She took my hand. Together we walked from the room,
as if girlfriends, and she guided me down a long hallway and out onto a
back porch. There were leaves on the porch. A small fountain tinkled
forth its essence, surrounded by rose bushes. Lisa, her hair as golden as
mine in the moonlight of a fresh summer evening, walked me through the
open air to a wing of the building. It was made of old stone, as if the villa
where the living room lay had been built years afterward, the newer
portion being of brick. ÒWe keep the slaves here,Ó Lisa said. She produced
a key from the top of her stocking, which sheÕd neatly folded down to hold
it, and opened a wooden door in the side of the wall.
Inside, despite the age of the building, was a room with new
furniture. There was a chair with a rattan seat, a soft carpet on the floor,
and, in the corner, a vanity with a mirror and a place for me to sit and do
my makeup. In the center of the room was a big bed with brass railings at
both ends. Above, ominously, hung chains, two on the stone wall at the
head of the bed and two suspended over the bed, fixed to the ceiling.
A bathroom beckoned in an adjoining room, seen through an open
door. ÒItÕs a communal bath,Ó Lisa said. ÒBut the bedroomÕs private, if
your master permits the door to be closed.Ó She drew me to the vanity.
There was a vase of fresh roses there, still dripping with dew. She let me
bend close and sniff them. ÒJasmine will come in a little while and whip
you,Ó Lisa said. ÒShe may bring your master to watch, or she may do it
alone.Ó I started, my face bent to the flowers. Lisa saw my surprise and
patted my bottom. ÒYou are well-formed for it,Ó she said. ÒYou would not
have been selected if you werenÕt. BrentÕs very picky, and only the best
girls are accepted here. The photographer in L.A. faxed us your photo, did
you know that?Ó She pointed to jars and phials arranged on the vanity.
ÒDonÕt worry, thereÕs plenty here to soothe your bottom when sheÕs done.
IÕll take care of that. Would you like a mint?Ó she opened the top of a
small glass container. Inside were small wrapped mints, expensive ones,
with a German name stamped on each of them.
ÒThank you,Ó I said. She plucked one from the bowl and unwrapped it
for me. I felt submissive. She made me open my mouth for her and she
popped it in. ÒLetÕs get you all ready for Jasmine,Ó she said. The mint
melted on my tongue. I swallowed. ÒCome, itÕs my duty to give you your
bath.Ó
We stepped into the communal bathroom. It was made of cedar
wood, with a rich odor wafting up from the planks which surrounded us.
Along one wall a sunken tub waited to be filled. There was one commode,
and a bidet, plus a long countertop with plenty of room for the sink and
various brushes and combs and bottles and lotions. I saw a glass with
three toothbrushes standing up in it.
Lisa began the tub water and then opened the medicine cabinet.
Inside was a small packet of birth control pills. She removed it and filled
a glass with water. ÒOpen wide,Ó she told me. I did and she popped in the
pill and made me take a big gulp of water. ÒThere, now youÕre all set,Ó she
said, and patted my fanny. She made me take off my stockings and shoes
and get in the tub. She added bubbles to make the water scented. I
splashed awhile, enjoying the heat, the freedom, Lisa kneeling beside the
tub, watching me, happy, observant but unobtrusive. Finally she made me
stop playing and she had me stand up in front of her and she scrubbed me
very freely and thoroughly with a sponge.
When I got out of the tub my whole body was tingling. Lisa dried me
with a big fluffy towel. Then she drew me back into the other room,
leaving the bathroom door open. Beside the vanity she put a leather collar
around my neck. It was black, like soft felt inside, shiny on the outside.
She locked it around my throat so that I couldnÕt remove it. ÒThis helps us
control you, if we need to grab you or tie you or anything,Ó Lisa explained.
ÒItÕs also a sign of your submission. ItÕll be replaced by a black frill, like
IÕm wearing around my neck, when you graduate.Ó She kissed my cheek.
ÒNow hop into bed. Jasmine will be here soon.Ó
ÒI-Ó How could I say this to her? That I was having second
thoughts, that I wanted to go home. ÒI donÕt want to go through with
this,Ó I said in a small, halting voice.
ÒThatÕs fine,Ó Lisa said. ÒWeÕll be sterner with you if you resist.
Some girls need that.Ó
ÒNo, I mean, REALLY--!Ó I said, but she simply took my arm and led
me to the big bed and, when I refused to get in, she tumbled me into it. I
was afraid and as a result my knees were wobbly and so when she pushed
me, unexpectedly, I fell quite easily.
I lay under her gaze, awkward, newly fallen, my knees partly drawn
up to my chest, my legs long and coltish. My chest heaved with my fear
and my bosoms wobbled. My nipples were stiffer than IÕd ever felt them. I
raised my hands, covered them. I tried to close my thighs to keep her from
seeing my bush. ÒResist if you like. Jasmine has trained all kinds,Ó Lisa
smiled. She walked from the room, naked as myself but wearing only a
frill round her neck, plus her stockings and heels. I was utterly nude now,
without a single stitch of clothing, collared like an animal.
Lisa stopped at the door, turned, and blew me a kiss. Then she
stepped outside and quietly closed the door behind her. I heard her turn
the key in the lock.
I jumped up. I was free as an Indian. This wasnÕt like other books,
other stories, IÕd heard of, where girls were chained up in their bedrooms.
I ran to the door, struggling with my collar. It wouldnÕt come off. I
grabbed the doorÕs handle. It wouldnÕt open.
I looked about. There had to be a way out! Suddenly I heard a door
open within the bathroom. There were three doors, one inlaid within each
of the walls, with the sunken tub having a wall all to itself. A girl
stumbled into the bathroom. Her hair was lovely but she was naked and
crying. Her bottom seemed to have a deep blush upon it. I was about to
run up to her, to help her, when a huge monster-like man emerged from the
door sheÕd just come through.
ÒDrink from the toilet, bitch!Ó he yelled.
MR. PRUNEY
by Kenneth Pobo
Some guys at the gym
call him Mr. Pruney
because he stays and stays
and stays in the shower
watching one
man after another
so that when he finally comes
out
heÕs pruney as can be
dressing slowly
not wanting
to miss a good one
despised
laughed at
itÕs hard
to blame him
many gardens
are so beautiful
that you have to stay put
no matter how hard
it rains
AND IN THE END...
ÒThere are no laments about working-class jobs on ÔBridges to
BabylonÕ, the groupÕs new album, just good old-fashioned lust through
the dark glasses of a dirty old man.Ó
- The Economist, October 25, 1997, pg. 32 (on the Rolling Stones and
Mick Jagger).
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