Chapter Ten Kate was made to sit on a chair with a pillow in it. Due to the dildo sticking out of her butt Kate had to lean forward to sit. As a result, her shift sagged toward the table and Kate’s bosoms, which would otherwise have been covered, could be seen hanging down inside her shift. Kate felt the maid observing her breasts as the maid came and went, setting down more food on the table. The maid was short and had little difficulty seeing inside Kate’s shift, provided she bent a little when she brought the food, which she always did. Ben too sat watching Kate, sitting across from her and amusing himself with the view of her hanging gourds. The two boys, sitting bare-bottomed on pillows of their own, glanced frequently at Kate. “As you can see, pillows were provided in the expectation that you would misbehave,” Ben told the boys. “But Gilda tells me you’ve been obedient.” “Yes sir,” the boys replied. They contented themselves with looking at Kate and wolfing down the food that was brought to them. In another setting Kate felt sure that they would have been highly offended to be spoken to by Ben in such a demeaning manner. But their penises were gorged with passion and they were both hornier than they’d ever been in their lives. Gilda had still not permitted them to shoot, though Sam had plugged Kate’s bottom with the dildo and Jay had been drafted to keep Kate amused with his penis while Sam plugged her. Both boy’s balls, heavy with sperm, were couched on the exquisitely soft pillows beneath their butts. Kate watched the boys moving their hips a little and knew they were enjoying the luxurious softness of their pillowed seats. Across from them Gilda, still in her open peignoir, offered grapefruit-sized breasts that the boys longed to suck. She ate with sensuous relish, savoring each bite of her food. Her bosoms moved softly with each of her movements, lifting her spoon, lowering it again, leaning forward to scoop up more oatmeal from her bowl. When Gilda cut her omelette with a knife and fork her big bosoms shook temptingly, fruit on a tree. “Oh, I can’t stand it anymore!” Jay shouted suddenly. He leapt up and grabbed his penis and, holding it aloft over his plate, oblivious to his food beneath, he jacked himself. His jism spurted out onto his eggs. The maid appeared behind him. She reached up and grabbed his blonde-haired head. She slapped him hard on his bottom with her bare, calloused hand. “Bad boy! Bad boy!” the maid shouted, but Jay did not desist in rubbing himself until all his sperm had squirted out onto his plate. “I’m afraid this place is rather like Willy Wonka’s,” Ben said to Jay. Now that you’ve cum, you’ve got to go.” The maid drew a needle from a pocket in her blouse and flicked a cap off its tip. To her horror, Kate saw that it was a syringe. She tried to cry out to warn Jay but before she could the maid stuck him in his bare bottom with the needle. Jay shouted. His face went from passion to surprise in the space of a second. “That’s a dirty trick!” Jay said. He turned to the maid. But already the contents of the syringe was beginning to take effect. As the maid primly capped her needle, Jay shuddered. He looked as if he wished to attack her but instead he collapsed to the floor. For a minute Jay just lay on the floor, shouting obscenities. Sam laughed at him but did nothing to help him. Kate was too scared to say anything. Ben and Gilda kept eating, as if nothing had happened. The maid stood over Jay, watching him. He swore at her but he was unable to do little more than shake a fist at her and try to grab, ineffectually, her ankles. He grew more and more tired as he shouted. Then, abruptly, he fell asleep. The maid bent over and grabbed Jay’s wrists. She dragged him across the floor. Jay was no more dangerous now than a sack of potatoes. She removed him from the room and Kate did not see him again. “Uh, what’ll happen to him?” Sam asked finally, breaking the silence. “Your fraternity leader will be called and will come and pick him up,” Gilda said. She smiled. “Don’t worry. He won’t come in here and see you sitting here naked.” Sam blushed. “Your friend will be taken back to his dorm room. The sedative should wear off in an hour or two. Except for his empty balls, he’ll be just as he was before.” “Uh, mine are a little full,” Sam said. “I’m quite aware of your balls, Sam,” Gilda said. “And your penis. You’ve been poking at at me all morning. Please try to concentrate on your meal. We’ll be having guests this evening and I hope you’ll be ready for them. We’ll need all the sperm you’ve got then, but until then I expect you to behave and not shoot it onto your plate like Jay did.” “Sure, no problem,” Sam said. His voice was firm but his body shuddered. Kate wondered what her role would be at the orgy. “Remember, you shoot and you’re gone,” Ben warned Sam. “Yes sir but what about at the orgy?” Sam asked. His voice was high-pitched as he spoke. Kate suppressed a giggle. “The orgy is where you’ll be put to work,” Ben said. “I hope you don’t have any dates planned for this weekend?” “No sir.” “Good. You’ll be more than rewarded for your patience tonight. When tomorrow comes, believe me, you’ll be totally drained.” “I could use a little draining,” Sam replied. He ate his eggs lustily and said no more. FLYNT EMPIRE UNVEILED ! For years I have wondered how many magazines Larry Flynt publishes. I have heard legendary figures -- that he publishes thirteen different magazines, owns half the porn in America, etc. Now at last I have a complete list of everything Larry Flynt publishes. I got this list by accident when I wrote enquiring about an ad in Hustler, for the re-vamped magazine Chic. You would think Larry would print this list in the back of every one of his magazines. After all, you can’t subscribe to a magazine if you don’t know it exists. I have always gotten good service from Larry so I assume all these magazines do in fact exist. In the case of most of them, however, this is the first time I have ever heard of them. Following is the magazine name, the number of issues, and the price for a one year subscription, plus an editorial comment by me. Asian Fever, 6 issues, $19.95. I have never heard of this magazine. Presumably it features Asian girls. Barely Legal, 12 issues, $39.95. Cute but boring. Focuses on 18-year-old girls. Busty Beauties, 12 issues, $39.95. I have never heard of this magazine. Presumably it features girls with big boobs. Brown Sugar, 12 issues, $29.95. I have never heard of this magazine. Presumably it features African girls. Chic, 12 issues, $39.95. This is the re-vamped magazine I saw advertised in Hustler. Apparently it features teenage girls in bondage. H. Erotic Video Guide, 12 issues, $39.95. I have never heard of this magazine. Presumably it is a guide to erotic videos. Hometown Girls, 12 issues, $29.95. I saw an ad for this once, but never have seen a copy. Presumably it is similar to Barely Legal. Honey Buns, 6 issues, $19.95. I have never heard of this magazine. Presumably it features girls’ bottoms. Hustler, 12 issues, $39.95. Larry Flynt’s flagship magazine. Basically it’s boring, from a pictorial standpoint. Sometimes there is a (light) bondage pictorial. Also, occasionally, there is an 18-year-old cutie at the back of the magazine, though the pictorial is often boring. Hustler does have good cartoons and at least one interesting article on sex in America per month. Leg World, 12 issues, $29.95. I have seen one copy of this magazine. It features girls’ and womens’ legs. There is some light bondage but it’s boring since there is only one girl per bondage pictorial. (i.e. there need to be at least two girls, together, in a bondage pictorial for it to be worthwhile, in my opinion). Taboo, 12 issues, $29.95. This magazine includes bondage. Each issue there is at least one pictorial that shows two girls together. One of the girls is a mistress and the other one is a slave. Sometimes there is a bondage pictorial that features a man, which usually makes it boring. Also, sometimes one or more of the “girls” in the pictorial is actually a Mature Woman, which makes the pictorial suck. Finally, Taboo is not just about girls in bondage. It also features gross-out pictorials about other subjects. My advice if you are interested in Taboo is: Enjoy the girls, but keep your vomit bag handy (and your waste basket). To subscribe, make your check or money order payable to the title ordered. (i.e., for Taboo, write “Taboo” on your check.) No Cash Accepted. LFP, Inc. (Larry Flynt Publications, Inc.) 8484 Wilshire Blvd., Suite 900, Beverly Hills, CA 90211. Voice Phone: 1-800-566-5760. Fax: 1-323-651-0526. --- Carlton Hotel, Cannes, France by Laura Ryder The sun throws its hot saber blade across the promenade, blistering the ancient arms of tall palms and people’s minds. Men and women march to the beat of the waves, disappearing into the scorched Mediterranean air. The Riviera consists of nothing but exceptions, rules are exceptions to the exceptions. Money flows like champagne, beauty reigns. My knees find no altar before which to bend. There is much to love and hate; doubt ebbs like the tide. A man watches me from his balcony. What is true is that every view is significant for him who sees it. I light a cigarette and stare at the sea. The silver grey smoke waifs towards him. I want a state of creative suspense. I step out of my dress. I want to take and give myself over. I want what is immediate and self-evident. I relate to all things. I remove my bra and panties. A work of art conducts a creative dialogue with the onlooker. --- Editor’s notes: Poem, line 21: “waifs” may actually have been intended to be “wafts”. Laura’s poem was taken from the zine FUCK! (Nice title. Too bad I didn’t think of it, huh?) FUCK!, Volume 2, Number 1, January 1999, unpriced. (My advice is to send $1.00) Three 8 1/2 x 11 inch sheets of paper, stapled in the corner. FUCK!, c/o Lee Thorn, Box 85571, Tucson, AZ 85754. Laura’s poem is on page 4 of FUCK! Also on page 4 you can see a photo of Laura. She is blonde, about 18-years-old, and topless. I’m sure her topless photo had absolutely nothing to do with me printing her poem.