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Pedophile Studies
AMERICAÕS GREATEST PEDOPHILE !
It is widely known, but infrequently reported, that the poet Walt
Whitman was a practising pedophile.
However, I have never seen it reported anywhere that Will Durant
was a pedophile. ÒWho?Ó you might ask.
If you are an educated person, you either own, or have heard of The
Story of Civilization, by Will and Ariel Durant. This is an entire history of
civilization, consisting of eleven volumes in all, of about 1,000 pages
each.
The Story of Civilization was offered for free for many years by The
Book of the Month Club, as a membership inducement. The Story of
Civilization is currently offered by the Easton Press, bound in leather, at
the price of approximately fifty dollars per volume.
Have you ever taken the time to read ÒAbout the Authors,Ó in the
back of The Story of Civilization? Today I did just that. I was shocked to
find that, in modern America, Will Durant would be:
a. Fired from his position as a teacher and discredited for life.
b. Prosecuted for child molestation and child rape, and forcibly
castrated.
c. Imprisoned for life.
In addition, DurantÕs wife would be denominated Òa child at risk,Ó
and her parents would probably be prosecuted for Òchild neglectÓ and
Òchild endangermentÓ.
In addition, the school that DurantÕs wife attended would probably
have to pay civil damages to the family of DurantÕs wife, and various
members of the school administration might also be subject to criminal
penalties.
Why? In 1913, Will Durant was 28-years-old. He taught at a high
school, the Ferrer Modern School in New York. Ariel Durant (then named
Ida Kaufman), was a pupil at the Ferrer School. She was, in fact, a pupil of
Will Durant, and he fell in love with her. She was 15-years-old.
At the tender age of 15, not able to drive, to vote, or to drink, Ariel
Durant was induced by Will to marry him. How an educated, Òmature,Ó
ÒgrownÓ man of 28 could possibly have anything in common with a 15-
year-old high school *freshman* is, of course, something that I cannot
imagine. Nonetheless, they married, lived happily ever after, and wrote a
complete history of civilization.
In addition to being a practising pedophile, Will Durant was a
libertarian.
Andrew Roller Presents
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Issue No. 374
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Three
ÒWait. Let me get you something for good luck,Ó Bess said. She rose
and she bustled from the room. Kate stood, hardly able to move, she felt
so weighed down by the chains, though they were light. She looked at
herself in the bathroom mirror and saw a girl with radiant blonde hair and
red lips and big, wide blue eyes staring back at her. The girl wore twin
braids in her hair, decorations merely, for they left bangs hanging down in
her eyes, and loose tresses along her face, and the bulk of her hair in back
lay freely across her shoulders and back. The braids, dropping down as far
as her longest strands of hair, were tied off at their ends by a single pink
ribbon.
And Kate saw the cuffs and the chains. The links were small but
they were chains all the same. Kate held her wrists under her chin. She
moved her knees and heard the links of the chain that connected her ankles
clank on the floor. She was small, and captive, like a little parakeet put
into a cage, except the chains were her cage.
Bess returned. She sat down again on the stool by the folding
cabinet, and she gazed like an appreciative mother at Kate standing before
her. She reached up and clipped a necklace around KateÕs neck. The chain
was as thin as a thread and, in front, where the necklace hung just a little
below KateÕs throat, offering its centerpiece, there was a sickle. Not a
hammer and a sickle, as Kate might have expected, but a sickle, with a
sharp-looking blade and a long, knotted handle. Kate felt herself swallow
and the Russian woman gazed at her bare throat.
ÒThere. It signifies that you are ready,Ó Bess said. Kate wasnÕt sure
she wanted the necklace but, with her wrists cuffed in front of her, there
was no way she could reach back to get the necklace undone. She might
have fiddled with it, and turned it backwards, with the sickle in back and
the clasp in front, pulling on it with her fingers, but Bess was present and
she did not want to offend the woman. Marie scared her. She did not need
Bess, who was as wide as Maria was tall, to be plotting against her also.
So she stood and let the Russian woman admire her nudity. Bess
stroked her belly and seemed to want to gather her breasts, but Kate kept
her arms in front of them, blocking them, so the woman trailed a finger
down to her pubic thatch instead.
ÒThey have marked you already,Ó Bess said, looking at KateÕs belly,
her thighs. She had seen this earlier, no doubt, but now she wished to
admire her handiwork, the freshness of KateÕs skin, after her bath, the
chains, fitted well so that she could not escape them, the sickle that hung
from her throat. ÒSometimes I get to mark a girl, after her bath. But only
your bottom remains to be marked now, and I am not allowed that. Not
often, anyway,Ó the Russian woman observed. ÒWhy did you come, you poor
American girl? In Russia we had no time for these games when I was
young. We were smart enough to know not to seek pain, but you American
girls, I have prepared at least two dozen now, you come here seeking pain.
Why?Ó
Kate stared down into the womanÕs eyes as the woman lifted her
face, still brushing her big fingers in KateÕs fleecy pubis. Kate bit her lip
and shook her head. She did not know. She had no answer.
ÒYou have anesthetic at the dentistÕs, and in the hospital, you have
more of that. And you have police and safety, and yet you come here and
seek pain,Ó Bess said. ÒWell you will get pain, my little one. They will
take you to the barn. I do not get to see it often but I hear the screams.
Always the girl is gagged but if I stand close to the barn, pretending to do
my chores in the yard, I can hear her muffled cries. They are desperate,
little one! They sound like those of a woman in labor.Ó
ÒBess, are you frightening her?Ó Kate heard a familiar voice ask.
KateÕs head turned sharply to her left and she saw, looming in the
doorway, Marie. The woman wore her dark hair pinned up, as if she were
prepared for some exercise. She had on a short black dress, but it looked
as if it had been put on only because, when the moment was ripe, it could
be quickly unzipped. Sheathing her long legs were black boots. They were
made of black leather, real leather, and they were well polished. On her
arms, right up to her elbows, Marie wore leather gloves. A dark tie-band
around the back of each of her wrists made the gloves snug. Up just
beyond her elbow, drawstrings were drawn tight to keep the gloves
wrapped round her arms. But, as if to permit them freer movement, the
gloves did not sheathe her fingers. They were bare, and in one hand Marie
gripped a short whip. Kate gasped as she saw how many tails it had. At
least nine, with knots at the end of each.
Marie strode into the room and Kate watched as the womanÕs breasts
bounced in her tight dress. No bra, and Kate guessed no panties either.
ÒPut a bit in her mouth. I want to teach her to crawl,Ó Marie told
Bess. ÒYou will have a nice little exercise this morning, my pet,Ó Marie
said to Kate.
ÒWhere is?Ó Kate asked. Her voice was so tremulous she couldnÕt
finish her sentence. She gulped. She felt her puss wetten. She felt a
deep, sensual thrill run up her spine as she stood so small and naked
before Marie. She wished to ask for her lover, but she couldnÕt talk, she
was so taken by the presence of the bold, tall woman with the gorgeous
black hair. Both Marie and Bess gazed at her as if at a toy.
ÒI bathed her, but she feels wet down there already,Ó Bess said to
Marie. The Russian woman indicated KateÕs cunt and Marie, reaching out,
felt within, forcing Kate to open her thighs.
ÒShe is excited!Ó Marie said happily. ÒI was sure youÕd disobey and
rub yourself to sleep after Cindy and I left you last night,Ó Marie said to
Kate. ÒYou are more loyal than I expected. Some girls must be beaten into
submission. But you are trying, dear heart, you are trying and I am very
proud of you for behaving in your bed after I left you.Ó She looked at Bess.
ÒDid she wet it?Ó
ÒNo, maÕam, it were nice and dry this morning,Ó Bess answered.
ÒWell, she was not tied, I guess, so it is no matter.Ó
ÒShe did pee in her chamber pot,Ó Bess said.
ÒGood, well we will teach her pee control later then, some other
time,Ó Marie said. ÒPut a bit in her mouth and then have her go sit on the
potty, if she needs to, and then IÕll walk her downstairs, doggie style, so
that I can admire that cute little ass of hers!Ó
As Kate stood trembling, Bess took a head harness from under the
towels, in the closet, and put it around KateÕs face. She fitted a bit into
KateÕs mouth. Kate felt the bit lying on her tongue and it felt hard and
demanding. Bess buckled twin straps around the back of KateÕs head,
drawing her hair out from under them first so that it would still hang
free. When the straps were tight, Bess pushed the bit back into KateÕs
mouth, as far as it would go, so that it distorted her cheeks and made her
look like a pony. Bess adjusted buckles on the sides of each headstrap,
making the bit tight as she could, then easing it just a little, to give Kate
a little comfort.
Kate was mortified by the head harness. But worse, for her, were
the reins. They made her feel like mere property. They hung from the
sides of her harness down behind her back. The end of each rein lay upon
the bulge of her bottom.
Kate looked at herself again in the vanity mirror. She looked awful!
She was made up, as if for a party, but she was totally nude. Restraints
held her limbs and chains hung between them. And worst of all, topping it
all off, a big leather head harness was buckled onto her head, bitting her
and leaving reins trailing down her back. She was barefoot. She was
barehanded. Her hair hung free, and her breasts sighed with her every
breath, showing their nipples. Yet she was as captive as any dog, and
dressed as a pony might be for the Derby.
ÒCome, my sweet, letÕs find your master and show him how pretty
you look in your harness and chains,Ó Marie said to Kate, and laughed. She
ordered Kate to get down on her knees. Animal-like, afraid to bend down
but more afraid not to, Kate got down onto the floor. She was aware of
Bess sitting behind her, still on her stool, looking at KateÕs bare bottom.
Maria bent and whisked the cat across KateÕs ass, quite lightly, but making
Kate start. And then, realizing what was required, she dashed forward on
her hands and knees.
ÒSee! She is dutiful!Ó Maria laughed. She ran after Kate and told her
to halt. She bent and picked up the reins which trailed down on the floor
on either side of KateÕs body. ÒAlright, little one, off we go!Ó Maria said
when she had the reins both firmly in hand. She gave KateÕs bottom
another light brush of the cat and Kate, not waiting for a harder stroke,
bolted forward.
Kate padded down the hallway on her hands and knees. The carpet
was plush and she felt grateful, knowing Marie must have laid a carpet
just for such pleasures. KateÕs breasts swung beneath her. Their tips
were unbearably hard and they pointed at angles away from each other,
young breasts, full and firm and sweetly udder-like, but unmilked, for they
did not sag or droop but had a full bounciness to them.
With her braids hanging almost to the floor and her hair sweeping
down around her slim shoulders, but her bottom and back otherwise quite
bare and revealed, Kate trundled along the floor and negotiated her way
face-first down a flight of carpeted steps. Marie followed, chuckling a
little at how KateÕs young bottom stuck up, its cheeks working in glossy
splendor as Kate hurried along the floor. The carpet smelled fresh, like
daisies. Kate knew it must have just been cleaned, especially for her,
perhaps at noon before the night of her arrival, a man working overtime to
ensure it was spotless. Kate felt her sex, moist between her thighs, snug
and purselike yet yearning to be pierced and fed. It showed itself from
behind and Kate imagined Marie to be watching it as Kate went down the
steps.
Downstairs, at the back of the townhouse, Kate heard menÕs voices.
A hint of cigar smoke touched her nose. Marie directed her to crawl to her
right and there, standing in front of a doorway, was her lover.
He was awake with the morning. Stripped naked, he stood with his
hands on his hips. His penis arced out in front of him. Beneath its
considerable length hung his balls, full and tight and ready. He did not
smile at her. He looked slightly annoyed. But his chest was large and
broad, just as she remembered so well, and his stomach flat, and his
thighs were powerful and thick. He gave a whistle. A dogÕs whistle, and
Kate felt herself impelled forward, Marie cracking the reins across her
back with a quick flip of her wrist.
Reaching her master, who was her lover, Kate instinctively, though
she had not ever done this before, bent her face down and kissed his bare
feet. It was difficult for her to kiss with the bit in her mouth but she did
her best, pursing her lips over the bit and mouthing him.
ÒHey! Stop!Ó Her lover, whose name was Trent, said aloud. Kate
heard laughter, male laughter, and she heard Marie giggle.
ÒShe is a good slave,Ó Marie said to Trent. ÒYou should be proud of
her.Ó
ÒI am, but sheÕs getting my feet wet,Ó Trent said, lifting a foot.
Kate sucked his big toe into her mouth, not knowing why, afraid, perhaps,
of what lay ahead for her. Trent pulled his toe out of her mouth and
pointed to the doorway.
Kate crawled within. It was a beige room, arranged with couches
but with no table, though Kate saw a breakfast tray brimming with food
and coffee sitting on an empty loveseat. To her surprise there were three
men within. They all had business suits on. KateÕs lover followed her into
the room. He sat down on a couch between two of the men in suits. They
did not touch him, but they gazed in open admiration at his cock.
ÒThese are my gay friends,Ó Marie said to Kate, who knelt like a
puppy beside MarieÕs feet, for Marie still held her reins. ÒAs you know,
your lover is paying me to train you. But he will be spared a little of the
cost for allowing me to have my gay friends attend you and he at your nude
honeymoon breakfast. Stand up, dear, go and sit on his lap and kiss him
like a young female should.Ó
International Clit Club
by Michelle Edwards
ÒMicheroticÓ
ThereÕs a special place where all men cum, when they want to hang
bare and free,
ItÕs called The Clit Club and as you can see, the creator of this club is
me.
ThereÕs no need to bring your wallet, just your want for satisfaction,
For dinner you can have your dick licked and eating pussy is the main
attraction.
Clits of every shape and size, waiting to feel your touch,
Throbbing clits all around you, hoping to be your lunch.
ThereÕs a rule for who will cum first, and a rule for who will cum last,
If your dick doesnÕt measure seven inches or more, our test you will
never pass.
Seven inches a servant, eight inches a master, and nine inches will
make
you a king,
And a woman in control of a tight pussy, is no other than the clit queen.
To be a member of my unique club, on your face I first must sit,
So I can see if you can drink, the juices of my clit.
And if you pass my stimulating test, IÕll give your dick a rub,
And a special key that says you belong, to The International Clit Club.
AND IN THE END...
WHAT HAPPENS
When you lock up pedophiles?
ÒThere has... been a huge increase, a 120 percent jump, since
1980, in the suicide rate among 10- to 14-year-olds.Ó
- The Newshour with Jim Lehrer, May 25, 1998.
(too bad there was nobody around to love them. - h.j.)
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