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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 Òthe femaleÓ.
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
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Seven
ÒBring the strap. Our guest may prove unruly,Ó 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.
ÒSit down. IÕm going to bind your hands to the post so Melinda can
wash you properly,Ó 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 JohnÕs 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 KateÕs. 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 sheÕd 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 KateÕs eye she saw a large rotund woman
dressed in an old-fashioned maidÕs 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.
ÒI trust the tea is satisfactory, maÕam?Ó the maid asked in a voice
that showed her pride, despite her status.
ÒIÕm sure it will be, Eunice,Ó 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 KateÕs 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.
ÒCall if you need me, maÕam. IÕll be walking the dog meantime,Ó
Eunice said without turning to look back at them. Kate watched the
womanÕs girth disappear up beyond the top of the steps and she heard the
cellar door open and close.
ÒShe does good work,Ó John said absently to Kate. ÒThe tea is
always fresh and she takes care of everything we donÕt want to bother
with.Ó As he spoke he eased his cock out from between KateÕs lips. She
gave his penis a parting kiss on its tip.
ÒSit back and relax. IÕll wash her,Ó 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.
ÒDo you want to begin photographing her?Ó Melinda asked John.
ÒYes,Ó John smiled. He took the camera from Melinda. He adjusted
its knobs and its lens.
ÒI donÕt want to be photographed!Ó Kate blurted. She tried to get up
from the tub but found sheÕd lost her ability to, given that her hands were
fixed to the post.
ÒOh, JohnÕs going to record every nuance of your emotions during
your stay here,Ó Melinda smiled. Her eyes glinted as John pointed the
camera at Kate and set of its flash bulb. KateÕs eyes were recorded in
panic, her breasts bouncing on her chest as she tried, vainly, to rise from
the metal tub sheÕd stuffed herself into. ÒYou should be proud of the
expense heÕs going to, just for you,Ó Melinda said with a smirking smile.
ÒThe 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 heÕll incur printing all those
photos heÕs 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 itÕs a risk
all the same, and he might lose his shirt, if men feel you donÕt suit them.Ó
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. MelindaÕs
breasts dangled beneath her like ripe fruit and Kate wished she could bite
off MelindaÕs 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
werenÕt 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 MarieÕs evil Ôgame room.Õ
Melinda bathed Kate lovingly. She lifted each of KateÕs bosoms,
using a sponge. She bent and teasingly kissed each of KateÕs nipples
before passing the soap-laden sponge over them. She washed between
KateÕs thighs, and John recorded KateÕs apprehension as Melinda scrubbed
KateÕs pussy until Kate felt herself brinking on orgasm. KateÕs 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
sheÕd 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 didnÕt resist. Melinda
douched KateÕs 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 KateÕs 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 KateÕs legs, and across
her nipples, she rubbed enough to get Kate excited. KateÕs slit pulsed with
soft desire and she longed to be made to sit on JohnÕs 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 didnÕt like this odd subservient, captive Queen role theyÕd
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 KateÕs surprise, her hands were unlocked after sheÕd been fed.
She rubbed her wrists again. The cuffs had been tight and bothered her but
sheÕd 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.
ÒYes, rub yourself. Let John photograph you rubbing yourself,Ó
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.
ÒThatÕs enough,Ó Melinda told Kate. ÒAll is not just pleasure here.
Anyone could see that buy simply buying Penthouse. John photographs
girls in all their moods.Ó Kate sighed and wanted very much to play with
herself some more, just the little more that was required, but she
couldnÕt, 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 KateÕs mood as she shivered just out of reach of her orgasm.
KateÕs breasts heaved on her chest and her nipples stood up like thorns.
Her soft girlish belly sighed deeply.
ÒLetÕs go upstairs,Ó Melinda told Kate. ÒJohn and I collect fine
antiques and heÕd get some nice photos of you if he let you see them.Ó
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 KateÕs wrists behind KateÕs back, keeping them
there with just the slightest pressure of her manicured fingers. Kate
didnÕt 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 KateÕs 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.
HeÕs 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.
ItÕs 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.
WeÕre 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 doesnÕt have it.
We just donÕt care, anymore.
We want to see you fall,
but out of traffic lanes.
WeÕre 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?
ÒJacob fled into the country of Syria... and for a wife he kept sheep.Ó
- Hosea 12:12.
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