Prepare for The Siege

We cannot mount forces yet strong enough to destroy Orange Hair. It is decided to prepare and fight him when he lays in wait for us. Orange Hair plans to demand we give him anyone who is not pure Aryan. He wants to cull all those who do not meet his standards and though other cities have relented some of us never will. Los Angeles is home to the world not just Orange Hairs. We stand united in our fight.

He plans to cut city funds first. Then the water and power, until we bend our knee but we will not. He will bomb, kill, poison but we will not give in. Orange Hair will send his minions among us but we will not change our minds. It is a fight for survival of who we are and without that nothing else matters. This is our home and our country and though a despot will rule we will resist, defend and survive.

We now have prove that the FBI director set up Hillary with a bogus e-mail scandal to help turn the vote. He was paid well by his handlers, Puss Stain and Orange Hair. Republicans have turned their back on freedom and we will remember this always. He is a traitor and the bureau can no longer be trusted by the people of this country. The FBI is now in the hands of villains and thieves, sold to anyone with the highest bid. Comey needs to leave the country and go his motherland, Russia and soon.

We are preparing for the siege, storing away as much as we can before the forces of evil descend on the City Of Angeles. I'm sure the FBI will try and penetrate but we will not be fooled by traitors. Not now or ever again. We will survive somehow though the battle may bend or will and backs, we will survive.

Orange Hair At Work

All things are done while seated on the Porcelain Throne. Orange Hair enters the Throne Room of marble, crystal chandeliers, and gold faucets. He passes the waiting bath and personal servant, his most important servant, for he has Trump's highest seal of approval, the Swastika of America. No one can wear this medal but those of pure Aryan blood that are raised to serve The Alpha. Dummkoph removed his own testicles once Orange Hair placed the medal around his neck. Picked up a knife right in front of Orange Hair and sliced them off clean. He then placed a hot iron on the wound to cauterize and seal the flesh. All of this without a flinch. Orange Hair was so proud and handed Dummkoph the golden bottle of hair dye that Dummkoph alone would use to keep Orange Hair's coiffure as orange as orange can be.

Dummkoph raised his arm in salute and clicked his steel boots as Orange Hair proceeded to the throne. His very personal servant's second most valuable service was to gather the turds and all deposits made while Orange Hair sat on the throne to feed his believers. Orange Hair would soon be tweeting and farting and Dummkoph sat posed to grab the turds has they floated by. What an honor, he thought, of all those he alone was privileged with this task.

We do not believe in Orange Hair or his fake presidency nor anything he says or does for he is a known charlatan and liar who stole the election and is hated by most and feared by the rest. We do not fear him or eat his shit that others who worship him crave. We are free and American, every woman, man, Hispanic, Asian, Muslim, Gay who despises Orange Hair and would like to set his tower of power, his precious throne room, and him--on fire.

It is our fight that we will take to the Tower of Power itself. We are planning a great war before Orange Hair can proceed on the siege of our beloved city, Los Angeles, City of Angels. We will attack before he is installed and allowed to move his throne room to the White House where he wants it installed so that congress and the senate can grovel while he tweets. 

To Russia With Love

Orange Hair snugly fits in his web of deception. His ties to Puss Stain and the fortune of slaves and power promised to Orange Hair by Puss Stain is all consuming. Orange Hair must sit on his porcelain throne to tweet and twitter to Puss Stain of how much he admires him and his ability to take any enemy, torture them, kill them and enslave. He kisses a portrait of Puss Stain sent to him by the Supreme Leader of the USSR. As his lips brush the cheek of Puss Stain, Orange Hair stares at the red star that blazes above the portrait. Orange Hair thinks it is the most beautiful of all stars.

But trouble is brewing, the press has hold of documents sequestered by Russia that shows Orange Hair's involvement in trickery and deception, a leash to tug on Orange Hair should he ever try to stray. Orange Hair is worried and relies on his minions to raise a fog of deception and lies to shake off those on his trail of trickery and treason.

Should Orange Hair succeed, Puss Stain will be pleased with the lessons Orange Hair has learned from his Russian keeper, he might even award him some medal for Orange Hair's treason if he brings Russia's goal of global power. Orange Hair is a convenient and stupid footstool for Puss Stain and he often thought what it would be like to use Orange Hair for that very purpose. Tied beneath the feet of Russia, America as Russia's footstool.

These latest developments on the developing siege of Los Angeles to press Los Angeles into giving homage to Orange Hair or die are critical to our survival. For if Orange Hair succeeds in hiding the truth and America doesn't wake from its stupor of fed lies and shit from the porcelain throne of Orange Hair, then we are doomed.

More info as developments occur.

The Rescue of Prisoners from Orange Hair's Tower of Power

We had electronic devises that fooled  the security of Orange Hair's tower and secreted ourselves into the building in the early morning. We knew from the smell of foul gas that Orange Hair was seated on his porcelain throne twittering his tweets as he made meals of his waste to feed his followers. As we found our way to the dungeons the smell of Orange Hair's sentries eating the foul waste of Orange Hair was overpowering. Fortunately we brought gas masks and quickly put them on.

It was a bit of luck for us to hit at this opportune moment for the guards were in a stupor with the brown sludge from Orange Hair's intestines smeared on the guards mouth as they munched on the fetid cake of waste. We tried not to look least we lose the contents of our stomachs at such a horrible sight of the guards in their feast of shit as we snuck pass them and to the holding cells of the prisoners.

There we found the young women stripped of clothing and chained in front of the machine designed to torture them relentlessly. When they saw us, they became terrified at first thinking we were going to hurt them. But soon their fears turned to joy when we used our devices to release them from bondage and secured their way from Orange Hair's tower.

It wasn't until later that day that we heard the screams picked up from the devices planted in the tower to spy on Orange Hair and his evil minions when Orange Hair discovered our trickery and his guards stupidity. For Orange Hair turned his squeezing and pinching torture machines on his own guards, their genitals swollen and deformed as the machines fondled them unrelenting pulling and squeezing their penises and testicles. They met their deaths at the hands of their owner and good riddance to them. 

Orange Hair Attacks One of Our Own

It was ugly but that is what war is all about. Meryl Streep stood to defend a handicapped man from the viciousness of Puss Stain's prodigy, Orange Hair. She stood against him and all that he stands for, and for her  bravery she is now under siege by the evil legions of Orange Hair. Streep's brave heart withstood the attacks but in his rage to beat down anyone who opposes him he has taken hostages to learn the ways of torture shown to him by Puss Stain.

Three young women are now in the hands of Orange Hair. Delivered to him because they sought abortions from incestuous rape. Orange Hair wants all women punished, no matter the circumstance, if they had or seek an abortion. He feels they are worthless creatures fit only for his demented pleasure.  They are now deep in the bowels of his tower chained while they wait the cruelty Orange Hair himself will administer on them. 

We are mounting a rescue, if it is not too late, to save the women from the cruel fate that Orange Hair plans to cause. He has devised a heinous apparatus that grabs a woman's genitalia squeezing  and pulling constantly on the tender flesh until they are driven mad or die. He relishes his machine forged in Russia with a promise of more to come by Puss Stain himself.  

It is tonight that our forces will try and penetrate the Tower. We are armed and at the ready with devices to secret ourselves inside the Tower's wall and, with the help of all good people, rescue the young women before his cruelty is unleashed. 

At the moment, Orange Hair is sitting on his porcelain throne throwing tweets.  He twitters and tweets while seated in the early morning as he empty his bowels of foul fetid waste to feed his minions who crave more and more of his colonic passings.

It is then that we shall attack. When he is the most vulnerable, his withered penis and testicles dangling near the sewage of his making, his drawers about his ankles and his hands busy with mischief. We will charge giving him no time to plan. The battle begins.

More as new developments occur.
 

Orange Hair Loves All Things Russian

Ruthless men covet power and Orange Hair craves to control all of us. This greed of riches and  power drove him to forge an alliance with America's Archenemy, Russia.  Now all of us, by the cunning of two evils, are at risk of losing our freedom and very lives in our fight to keep America free of Despots.

Puss Stain told Orange Hair how he perfected the art of torture. To bend a human's will to do and say what you want making them mindless slaves if given enough pain and mental anguish. Orange Hair admires Puss Stain for his ability to torture and enslave. To bend the minds of men.

But we of The City Of Angeles who voiced our veto of this cunning devil in overwhelming numbers now stand together to fight the Beast. We renounce Orange Hair and all his cunning minions who do his will.

The Battle Begins.

We are set in place. Los Angeles is forged from the melting pot of humanity that come here from all over the globe. We've learned that all of us are of one specie that loves peace and harmony for in a megalopolis we need to tolerate one another or live in chaos. We defied Orange Hair and now he has turned his naked eye in our direction as an impediment to his desires. We are ready.

Orange Hair is gathering an army of Rats and Demons. He is perfecting them in the art of cunning and  deceit to sow seeds of discourse among us but we are at the ready, waiting for the the filth he will launch at our great city. Puss Stain whispers in Orange Hair's ear of the women in Los Angeles he can molest and use as he wish with nothing to stop him once Orange Hair has absolute power as Puss Stain has of Russia.

Los Angleans and all others who fear Puss Stain and Orange Hair unite with us in our fight for freedom's gold. The riches of  peace among men and goodwill to all. Stand and fight now or face everlasting misery as the slaves Orange Hair and Puss Stain.

More news of the events to follow as time from the battle allows.

Penelope's Peculiarities, Last Tale. Muhammad Meets His Fate.

That was some party we had in Spain. Thanks to Lump, but he's dead and broke anyway so I went with Tallulah to Dubai for a little shopping with what was left of Lump's money. After I finished maxing the credit cards Lump had, and bringing back to our hotel room loads of high end merchandise, Tallulah got a call that a party was being hosted by a Saudi Prince. Well, we just had to go.

The party was fabulous with plenty of champagne that me and Tallulah went through by the case. And lots of men. Wealthy men in fact, so wealthy that they seemed a bit bored with it all, so I thought I'd change that.

I found a stone seat in a palace garden where waters played from a fountain next to me. There in the warm night with a full moon I opened my legs to spread the petals of my divine pussy and release a scent men cannot resist.

Like bees to honey the men came walking by offering glasses of wine and cigarettes on holders of gold and ivory. I waited until I found the one I was looking for, the one that couldn't keep his eyes off the prize. Got ya sucker. It's so easy sometimes, the enticement, and I really enjoy a bit of fight in them but most just obey the pussy. Then again, once in a while you get a fighter, oh that's fun,  a bit of cat and mouse.

He was a man wearing all the traditional garb of Saudi royalty and came up to me to say,"I see you're quite attractive. My name is Muhammad."

He did a sort of bow, I liked that, shows respect. "Well Muhammad, mine is Penelope. Nice party."

"I'm glad you like it. Would you like to take a walk in the garden?"

"Sure," with that I took his offered hand and stood before I walked with him to a secluded area. I did notice men is suits ushering the other suitors back to the ballroom.

He grabbed my arms suddenly and began to force himself on me. I pushed him away and raised my hand. "Wait a sec Muhammad, you're getting a little pushy aren't you."

"I know women like you enjoy that sort of thing. I'm I right?"

"No, you're not right. I like to have a little fun first. Let's play a game, a kind of hide and seek game. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"I'm not into games, but I will play."

"I think you'll like it. Now sit here and I'm going to walk over to that fountain to sit. I want you to watch me. Okay?"

"Sure, sure. If it makes you happy."

"Oh, it will make me happy alright." With that I pressed down on his shoulders until he sat. Then walked to the fountain where the moonlight fell on the waters. There I spread my thighs, and gave him a good gander of the wares, I could see an effect on him taking place. That's when I went a step further and spread the lips of my cunt open so that the air would carry the heady aroma of pussy juice to him.

As he stared, becoming more mesmerized by the second, it was clear I had good control of him. "Would you like to come over and have a taste of my delights?"

"Yes, my love," he said with drool that dripped from his bearded mouth.

I watched him walk over with his eyes fixated on the beaver until he was next to me. That's when I spread my legs further, and the prince dropped to his knees and began to feast.  I gave him all he wanted, besides the beard felt kind of good.

After I checked my makeup and messages I had enough of the beard. "Hey there prince, Don't you think you should come up for air?"

He was locked in, I had given him too much pussy juice and now I had to get a little forceful. With a snap my thighs shut like a canal lock, which pulled on his beard. "Hey," he said pulling his head away and leaving a good chunk of beard clutched in my legs.

He was rubbing his chin where the hair pulled out. "Look, when I tell you to stop. You stop."

"I'm going to put you in my harem, my love and feast all I want. "Guards!"

These thugs came from nowhere and grabbed me. "Take her to the palace and place her under the head eunuch. I want her washed and ready when I come.

Before I knew what the hell was happening these goons grabbed me, tossed me in a limo and off I went to his palace. Inside it was quite nice, except this goofy guy with a high pitched voice and penchant for makeup was measuring and touching me until I was about to turn on him something wicked. Just then he asked me to pick out what silks I'd like for my wardrobe. They were top quality too and now I had a whole new wardrobe. But it didn't quite sink in until I was introduced to the other gals. His harem. All of them raving lesbians. That's just great, a party with a bunch of bitches and a ball-less dude in drag. Still, the new clothes, and I love the style, were made to party.

"Look girls, I really need a drink, where the fuck do you keep the booze?"

A surly looking bitch with long fingernails came over and touched my lips. "We do not drink alcohol. We are Muslim and so will you be very soon."

"Like hell I will. I'm a full blooded American witch you fucking sand crab. And I'm staying that way."

"You can't resist. The guards will soon be here. They will take you to the Imam, and if you do not accept Islam, you're pretty head will come off."

I sat down and allowed a tear to fall from my eye. When I had her attention I raised my robe to wipe the tear and exposed my witchy pussy. She couldn't keep her eyes off. So, I asked her to hold me until the guards came. She went for my breasts, breathing in their scent and my hands pressed firmly but gently on her head until she could feel the warm breath of my cunt. It didn't take long for that carpet muncher to start munching. Soon the other girls came around with pushing and shoving to get a lick or two of the best pussy they'd would ever get their tongue on.

It wasn't long when these desert foxes were filled with witch juice and were soon lapping each other for the lack of getting at me. That's when the guards came in. They had to fight their way to get to me but when one of the guards pried the last of the princes wives off and saw the prize of Sheba, he dove for it and I let him have all he could take before another guard pulled him off to take his place.

Soon they were all drunk as hell on my nectar and that's when I decided to get the hell out of Sinbad. Now under the power of the pussy  I made a curse and turned them to toads. All of them and watched them hop about and into the lily-pad pool looking for flies, and there were plenty of them, these people don't wash real well.

My clit was licked sore, which really put me in a bad mood. That's when this bearded asshole came in with his damn holy book spouting Alla this and Alla that. I had enough of these desert rats, and when he shoved that fucking book in my face, screaming at me. I grabbed that book out of his hand, smacked him on the back of his head to make him bend over, then grabbed the hem of his robe and threw it over his head. With a good smack on his ass, I shoved the book right up his butt until I couldn't see it. That got him hopping. Then the eunuch came in with the prince. That's when all hell broke out.

"What have you done to my wives and our Imam?"

"What? Oh, you mean that herd of lesbos you left me with? Well, they're fly fishing. And that bearded wacko? He's really anal retentive you know. I put that book of his where the sun don't shine. And what about you? You want some more honey from the honey pot?  Well, fuck you."

The fat ball-ess wonder came flying over. "You cannot talk to the master that way."

"Oh no?" I said turning to the Eunuch, "Okay, I'll tone it down." Then I turned back to the prince. "Now dearest, I bet you'd like a piece of hair pie about now. Wouldn't you?"

"Oh, I would very much." I had moved my dress so he could see the beaver all wet and red from the tongue lashing.

"Well, don't you think you could put blubber boy someplace while you have a piece? Say out guarding the camels in the south forty."

The prince pranced up and down. He was so delighted, "Eunuch, walk the palace grounds till I tell you otherwise."

"Yes Master," and with that Blubber Boy left.

"Well, that takes care of that. Here ya go sweet cakes, get your American hair pie."

That beard dove in and forgot all about the croaking going on in the patio. There were fewer flies too. And as the prince ate to his heart content, I watched the contortions of the Imam trying to  pull the Quran from his ass. He did eventually and at that very moment, as shit dripped from the soggy mess he held in his hand, he fell dead on the spot. Heart attack I imagine. But I had my own problems.

"Okay lover boy, I think you ate what ever was left. After the attack from your devoted wives, my pussy needs a half time." That's when I grabbed that dripping beard of his and yanked.


"Please, my beard is very important to me."

"It is huh. Come here sweetie, I'd like to play with it." He lifted his head so I could stroked his beard, which felt like strands of wire. "You know, with hair as thick as yours, you need a conditioner. You don't want to bruise your little pussy with course hair do you?'

"No--No, I'll get a conditioner right now."

"Let me. I happen to carry some where ever I go. When you have raven black hair like mine, you need to condition." I searched in my small bag kept near and dear to me at all times and found the potion I was looking for.

"Okay, now you sit between my legs and watch the clit." I didn't have to tell him that since it's what he's been staring at since I pulled him off.

I took some potion and poured it in his beard, murmuring a chant as I rubbed it in. "There now, take a look in the mirror and tell me if that doesn't look better."

He looked and was very happy with what he saw. "My beard has never looked so good." He exclaimed clapping like an eight year old.

"I'm so happy I could help."

What the prince saw was a very handsome prince, what everyone else saw looked like a hooker after the fleet came in. Red pouty lips with mascara eyes of a cheap drag queen. Blond hair, done in swirls and curls, and tits that stuck out like the hubcaps on a fifty-six Pontiac. With matching six inch pumps and red dress, he was simply too divine for sore eyes.

"Honey, how about getting us something to eat. Outside of me that is." I know how these minds work.

"Yes, my love. I'll call for service." He walked over to a cord at the wall and pulled.

Soon, servants came in to see me fanning my clit and him dressed in high drag screaming at them for some French croissants, cheese and fruit. I asked for a pork cutlet medium rare and two bottles of champagne to wash it down with.

It wasn't long before I was on a plane out of there with Tallulah.  The royal family didn't want scandal but they did want to buy the videos from my cell phone for a very nice price. And the Prince, what a shame, he could never understand why everyone was treating him the way  they were, and he didn't take to the locked and padded cell for very long before  he passed away. Oh well. Boo-Ho.

After that I thought I'd take a break. Stay a widow for a while, especially since I didn't sell all the videos.