Poppy and Babs’ Trained Love Bear Dies; Purchase Sex Slaves for Amusement
Twisted GOP Royals Poppy and Babs Bush Recently Purchased Sex Slaves to Entertain Them and Sastisfy Their Caligulan Impulses. Babs chuckles at the gonads being thrust into her face. Poppy, the debauched, senescent fuckwit, drools incontinently.
Poppy and Babs Bush have reportedly lost the trained bear that they used for savage sexual satisfaction at their Maine redoubt for the last 30 years and replaced him with a brother-sister pair from Odessa they bought from a white slave trader who brokers hookers and slave boys for Iraqi mercenaries.
“We got a great discount on Albena and Igor,” said Poppy. “It was kind of a party favor for the deal Cheney got for a sex-slave broker buddy servicing the Blackwater guys and gals and other Iraqi contrators. Great deal and I think we got the pick of the litter. Otherwise, we’d have to train another fuck bear and Babs is too old for that now.”
Sources report that Saco Sammy, the courtesan bear, died during a rough sex session with Babs and Poppy, succumbing during an attempted erotic asphyxiation maneuver gone wrong.
Typically, Babs was ass-fucking the animal with her colossal GOP strap-on while Poppy offered his gravy-soaked gonads for the animal to lick – but in a twist on her usual brutalizing boudoir tactics, Babs grabbed Sammy’s collar and pulled back hard to choke the animal, finally crushing its windpipe with a mighty tug in a moment of passion.
The Blackwater guys who guard the compound sprang into action and had the animal dressed and ready to barbeque in 45 minutes. One of the guys suggested Poppy and Babs hook up with the sex slave trader Cheney set up with the carnal entertainments contract for Iraqi occupation forces and mercenary troops. By the afternoon, they were looking over catalogs by the pool on their laptops.
Babs clearly enjoyed the process. “The bear was getting old and, hey, Igor may teach me about having an orgasm yet. Poppy’s always been useless in that regard and forced me to swim out to troop ships, just to sire our fuckwitted sons.”
Poppy, beamed at his good fortune, bouncing Albena in his lap. “She is as twisted as I am and what can I say about the convenience? Sent the guy an email and they arrived at our local airfield in an unmarked plane in three days. Hey, would you be interested in a great deal on some surplus nukes that just became available at killer prices?”
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9:21 am • Friday • June 12, 2009
Jeepers, Poppy doesn’t have any taste even when it comes to lap candy, although to his credit the chippy appears to have had absolutely no work done and is modeling a suit from the 70s. Babs on the other hand seems to be making up for lost time.